The Fury Page #4

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Of course,

it's not all work and no play.

There's a good library right here

and a game room down the hall.

- Do you play backgammon, Gillian?

- Yeah.

Good.

And our housekeeper is the best

Irish cook in Chicago, I'm sorry to say.

I'd like to know what kind of programme

you're talking about, Doctor.

Certainly. Why don't we look

at one of our workshops?

Telepathy is a timeless

form of communication.

Now my five-year-old daughter

was very good at this.

But the older and more sophisticated

we become,

the more we rationalize

what our senses try to tell us.

This is all Gillian will be doing?

Yes, this and similar tests,

under my personal supervision.

We'll take good care of her,

Mrs Bellaver.

I'll be fine. Don't worry.

I'll see you in a couple of weeks, OK?

All right, but I'll call you

the minute I get to Paris.

- You know where I'm staying if you...

- Yes, Mother. I'll be fine.

Good bye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mrs Bellaver.

- Nice meeting you.

- Have a good trip.

Oh, my God! It's beautiful!

Do you like it?

Look at this!

Ah!

It's great!

I'll start unpacking. Look around,

make yourself comfortable.

This is beautiful!

- "Paragon." The best there is, right?

- Something that can't be equaled.

Like the incredible power

of the human mind.

We hope you learn to use that power

to develop your gift.

It's not a gift.

It's more like having a bad tooth

and never knowing when it's gonna hurt.

That's because a part of the mind you've

never used before becomes sensitized.

- Sensitized to what?

- The bioplasmic universe.

Come again?

The bioplasmic universe.

In that universe is a record of

every human impulse, word and deed.

Of lives past and lives to come.

Occasionally you make a connection

between the timeless world

and the physical world.

You have

what clairvoyants call "a vision".

But it's never about me, though.

I never see anything about me.

Guess I'm glad I don't.

I've been thinking.

We should have a little treat.

- Just for ourselves.

- What?

Hot fudge sundaes,

vanilla and chocolate ice cream...

- Hester...

- Bananas, maraschino cherries,

coconut, strawberry topping,

- whipped cream all over the top...

- No, stop.

Ta-da!

Oh, my God! You guys!

If I don't finish these tests soon,

I'll be so fat,

you'll have to roll me outta here!

- Well, have fun.

- Thanks.

Come on. You've earned it.

You're right. What the hell.

Besides, what are you talkin' about?

You look terrific.

- Not after this.

- Do you have a boyfriend?

No, no one special. What about you?

Pretty slim pickings around here.

- Yeah, Paragon is just a job.

- Well, do you have a boyfriend?

- Have I got a boyfriend!

- What's he like?

Well, he's very charming.

Swept me right off my feet.

- In the park.

- In the park?

Yeah, he picked me up in the park.

What was his line?

He said he needed help.

Some line!

- What are you talkin' about? It worked.

- True. What does he do?

Do?

Well, he... travels around a lot.

Where?

Well... all over.

Oh, when he comes to town,

we go to... parties.

He loves people.

He takes me out dancing,

buys me presents...

Oh, he dresses beautifully,

and he's a good dancer.

The only trouble is...

he's very hard to get hold of.

Oh, come on.

Let's dig in.

You mean gross out!

Look at this!

Mmh...

When I was your age,

I had one great ambition.

- What?

- To be Fred Astaire.

Oh, my God.

As you can see,

I failed miserably.

I took dance for a couple of years.

My mother insisted.

You see, she didn't think

I was any too graceful...

Agh!

Don't touch me anymore!

Please don't touch me!

Oh, God!

God! What happened?

(McKeever)

Tomorrow we do real tests,

make things

as challenging as possible for Gillian.

Nelson, as soon as Gillian begins

to demonstrate her psychometric talents,

I want complete audio

and videotape records of the tests.

Will she be working

in the Faraday cage?

No, this girl's not a cheat.

She's the real thing.

Now...

Do we have any bleeders

in the group?

(Kristen) No.

Anyone who's had even minor surgery

in the past three months?

- How about ulcers?

- (Hester) Uh-uh.

Hester, Kristen, Lorraine...

If you're into your monthlies,

I don't want you around during testing.

- (Kristen) Are you serious?

- I'm very serious.

(Ellen) Gillian's power to psychometrise

is spontaneous.

She creates an enormously powerful

electromagnetic field.

Almost everyone exposed to it

will bleed.

Some will bleed a little, some a lot.

(Kristen) What is this kid?

A vampire?

You wanna continue working here?

Then I don't wanna hear

any more funny remarks like that.

- (Kristen) How do you account for it?

- (McKeever) We can't account for it.

(Ellen) Not yet.

Gillian... can you hear me?

It takes a few moments

for the Evipal to take effect.

Ellie, please.

Gillian... what did you see

on the stairs?

A boy.

Robin.

Have you seen him before?

Yeah.

I have.

Gillian and Robin

were in touch telepathically.

Think what we would accomplish

if Robin were alive.

- I'm sending her home.

- Jim...

- Why?

- I don't wanna be responsible for Gillian.

- I don't think you mean that.

- I don't wanna talk about it anymore!

It's late.

And we're both overexcited.

Listen, I don't understand something.

This is a marvelous opportunity for us.

We only had Robin for a few days,

but I think that Gillian

really wants to work with us,

and she is the best subject

for psychic research I have ever seen.

Ellie...

Even the most backward tribes,

the most primitive cultures on Earth,

would welcome

the birth of a Robin Sandza.

And in time he'd become their magician,

their prophet, their great healer.

There is no place for these kids

in our culture.

They're superior

to what we hold sacred.

And what a culture can't assimilate...

it destroys.

Jim, what really happened

to Robin Sandza?

He was running on the steps,

takin' them... two or three at a time.

He...

...slipped and went through the window.

But why was he running?

I don't know, Ellie.

I wasn't here.

Jim...

Why don't you come up to my place?

- I mean, I'll scramble some eggs...

- No, I'm, uh...

I'm gonna finish this.

Then I'm gonna stretch out

on the couch for a couple of hours.

Um... what time is it?

My watch has stopped.

It's a quarter after four.

(Y awns)

Oh, excuse me.

It's later than I thought.

Thanks, Ellie.

Well...

Good night, Jim.

Good morning.

What do you want?

My arm hurts.

It's dead.

Why should it still hurt?

You're the brain expert.

So, tell me.

Is it all in my head, Doctor?

It's an oversimplification,

but there's nothing I can do.

That's not why I came here.

Tell me about Gillian Bellaver.

My people always know

what's going on here,

even if you're slow

to keep me informed.

Will the girl be

another Robin Sandza?

- No.

- Really?

Poor Peter.

If he only knew that Robin

doesn't care anymore,

doesn't care

if his father's alive or dead.

- What the hell have you done to that boy?

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