The Quiet Ones
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(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)
(BELL TOLLING)
What is the supernatural?
Hmm? Anyone?
Like ghosts or spirits or devils?
Those are examples.
Actions or events which we
cannot explain through science.
Good.
Before the discovery of a
pathogenic theory of medicine,
people believed that sickness
was caused by evil spirits.
A show of hands, if you get sick,
who here would rather see
a priest before a doctor?
(STUDENTS LAUGH)
Who here believes in God?
Heaven? Hell?
The apocalypse?
Ghosts?
Really? No one here believes
in ghosts. Interesting.
David Q., one of my first patients,
was a perfectly normal
12-year-old boy.
One day, that all changed.
COUPLAND:
Who are you drawing, David?
You know.
Tell me again, to the camera.
Mr. Gregor,
the man that makes things happen.
(CRASHING)
(SCREAMING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
What if you could prove that
the supernatural was merely
a manifestation of what already
exists in the mind, the subconscious?
- What you're doing is immoral.
- Traitor.
That was disgusting.
How dare you do that?
- It's not disgusting!
- You left!
No, don't take it personally.
Don't take it personally.
The onus is on the scientist
to prove himself.
So, where to start?
With the individual.
You cure one patient,
you cure all mankind.
KRISSI:
You have no idea.HARRY:
You don't get to have an opinion.
- PHILLIP:
You don't know how crazy...- It's so bizarre.
Harry, will you take
that for me? And this?
Phillip, you're
welcome back anytime.
Let's have a chat. I'll see
you guys back at the house.
COUPLAND:
There's not much of a budget,everyone's working for science.
Your job would be to document
every step of the experiment.
I hope you don't scare easily.
Do you speak?
Of course.
Tell me about yourself, Brian.
There's not much to tell.
I like cameras, that's
my nature, I guess.
To be curious?
To film.
And what's your passion?
Passion?
Yes, what story are you looking
for with that camera of yours?
I don't know, everything.
Are you a believer?
My mother's religious.
My father's a banker, a clerk.
My father works in town,
my mother is at home.
Hmm.
I wonder,
are you avoiding my question out of a
reluctance to talk about yourself,
or because you're
genuinely confused?
Uh, I suppose I don't know
what I believe in yet.
Well, that's fair enough.
Well, Brian,
welcome to the experiment.
You are our official chronicler.
I work with the A.V., the
audiovisual department.
But you are a student here, no?
(CHUCKLES)
No, I'd never get in here.
So how did you get involved
with the Experiment?
I volunteered as a subject.
Professor Coupland, or
Joseph if you like,
he thought I was all wrong.
Not tortured enough, apparently.
He already had someone
truly psychotic.
I see someone.
Good, Jane. Who do you see?
Do you recognize this person?
JANE:
I don't know. I'm not sure.A girl... I see a little girl.
No,
maybe a doll.
Something's wrong.
COUPLAND:
It's okay, you're perfectly safe.
Her name is Evey. I don't like her.
The doll's name is Evey?
I just need to sleep.
(SCREAMING)
Be quiet! Calm down! It's just
the pipes, it's just the pipes!
Crazy fun, no?
Go on up.
(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)
(DOOR OPENS)
It's for her own protection.
And ours.
BRIAN:
What's wrong with her?Suicidal. She remembers
nothing from her past.
Foster child, abandoned.
Passed from house to house.
Families would keep
her for a bit, then,
you know, things would happen.
The furniture would move,
objects would catch on fire.
The authorities were
convinced she was possessed.
Luckily, Joseph discovered her.
He ruled out
schizophrenia, the usual.
Then he measured her brain waves.
Frequencies off the charts, look.
That's why he chose her.
He took her from the asylum.
Well, Brian, welcome
to the Experiment.
Don't look into her eyes, don't say
anything to her if you can help it.
I can't have the experiment
corrupted by outside influences.
I understand.
(DOOR OPENS)
What?
Did you think my head
was going to spin off?
(STAMMERING)
Sorry if I disturbed you.
It comes and goes.
Excuse me?
What's inside.
Stop staring at my wrists.
Sorry.
I promised Joseph that
I wouldn't try again,
that I'd give him time.
Is there time?
Um...
Yeah, of course.
Can he cure me?
I'm sure he can.
I just want to get better.
Tell Joseph that I'm ready.
Ask him to let me sleep.
I'm begging you.
And, Brian,
thank you.
(LAUGHING)
COUPLAND:
Seen a ghost?(STAMMERING) She knew my name.
She probably heard us talking
about you at some point.
She's no fool.
Um, she said to tell you
that she needs sleep
and that she's ready.
Excellent, that is a good sign.
I really don't know if
I can do this, sir.
If you think you're scared,
imagine how she feels, hmm?
Besides, aren't you just
a little bit intrigued?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
ANGRY NEIGHBOR:
Hey, you! You over there!
Is he in? Is he in that house?
I am going to go mad if
this sound does not stop!
What's the point, exactly?
Remember, "Cure one
patient, we cure mankind"?
Jane Harper is that patient.
If we can push our subject
to manifest negative energy
in the form of
telekinetic activity,
we can harvest that energy and
remove it, like extracting a tumor.
We cure mental illness for good.
Are you a skeptic, Brian?
Pardon?
Don't you think we can cure Harper?
We can't have non-believers
in this house, Brian.
It's a destructive energy
in a constructive space.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(GROANS)
Not again.
Harry, will you turn the
music off upstairs?
COUPLAND:
Well, thank youand good luck. I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
BRIAN:
You just clap.COUPLAND:
Hello, Jane. We'vebrought something for you.
You can put all your bad thoughts
and negative energy
into the doll, Jane.
Get rid of them, get
rid of them for good.
Evey doesn't look like this.
She's all wrong.
Why don't you describe
her to me, hmm?
This doll's dead,
inside.
That's what my parents
used to say about my eyes.
They weren't my real parents.
With each new family,
they'd sit me down,
ever so nice,
but I knew soon enough
that they'd hate me too.
COUPLAND:
That must havebeen very painful for you.
I scared them, all of them.
COUPLAND:
You're not possessed,Jane. You're just unwell.
I just want to sleep,
forever.
(BELL TOLLING)
BRIAN:
Aren't you concerned thatJane Harper will take her own life?
That's why we keep her under
surveillance and medicated.
So, why are you working on
this experiment, Harry?
Me?
Scientific pursuit.
The equipment we're using is
cutting edge, engineer's dream.
(JANE SCREAMING)
Help me!
It's 95 over 70.
BRIAN:
So, how did you get into this?
Initially my field was
abnormal psychology,
which, despite the
frightening title,
merely indicates the study of
behavior outside the norm.
You run into a lot of charlatans, con
artists, and mental deficients, Brian,
and I disproved them all.
Then, there was David Q.
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