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Red Lights (2012) Movie Script

    Margaret.
    Margaret.
    Margaret.
    Yes?
    You should get
    some sleep.
    Dr. Matheson!
    Thanks for coming.
    You can't imagine how
    pleased I am to see you.
    This is Dr. Matheson,
    actually.
    Oh, I'm sorry.
    Please, forgive me.
    These last few days have
    been a bit difficult.
    Don't worry, I should have worn a lab coat.
    That's Dr. Buckley.
    Nice to meet you.
    The pleasure's
    all mine, really.
    You can't begin to imagine what's
    been going on here, really.
    We haven't slept
    a wink in weeks--
    isn't that right, Sarah?
    She hasnt' been coping
    very well None of us have
    Did I mention we haven't
    slept a wink in days?
    That's it.
    Did you hear?
    It's starting.
    Did you hear him?
    He is a bit angry today.
    Who's angry?
    Traci's been
    a real help, you know?
    She's, uh-- she's
    been such a help.
    I bet.
    Can we see the rest
    of the house?
    Sure. This
    way, please.
    It's an old house,
    but the price was great.
    We only moved in a while ago.
    We're still settling in.
    Hi, I'm Tom.
    Uh, I'm a physicist.
    - If you want to keep doing--
    - I'm a physicist, too.
    What did you think I was?
    A housewife?
    - A hairdresser?
    - No, I--
    - Oh, I--I didn't mean--
    - Forget it.
    Actually, I am
    a hairdresser.
    Oh.
    Traci.
    Traci Northrop.
    Tom, enough mingling.
    We're going upstairs.
    I know, she's
    been a real help.
    Since when?
    I don't know,
    a few days.
    Three or four, isn't
    that right, Sarah?
    You took so long. We
    didn't know where to turn.
    We're not a public
    service, Mr. Sidgwick.
    We do what we can.
    Sure. Uh, excuse
    me a moment.
    The girls' room.
    Susan.
    How many times have
    I told you not to play
    on the floor till
    the heating gets fixed.
    We're still settling
    in, you know?
    We, uh--still have some
    stuff to sort out.
    But the price
    was great.
    Stand up, sweetheart,
    and say hello.
    Say hi.
    Hi.
    - Hi.
    - Hi.
    You said "the girls."
    Julia is
    at her grandparents'.
    She wasn't
    feeling so great,
    so we thought
    we just as soon
    send her back to Vermont
    for a few days.
    A few days.
    She's much better now.
    Everything's ready.
    Sorry. I didn't
    mean to butt in.
    Whenever you want.
    Too much light.
    When I begin the session,
    no matter what happens,
    please don't break
    the circle.
    It can be dangerous.
    January twenty-second.
    Eleven fifteen.
    Session participants are, from
    - Mr. Sidgwick
    and his wife,
    Dr. Margaret Matheson
    and Traci Northrop.
    The session is recorded
    by Dr. Thomas Buckley.
    Temperature is dropping
    slowly, one degree--
    Correction, two degrees.
    Spring scale pressure
    remains constant.
    I--I can hardly hear you.
    Speak up, please.
    I can hardly hear you.
    I know.
    I know, but you
    have to speak louder.
    Gently.
    Please, we've
    come to help you.
    It really hurts!
    Stop it.
    Tell it to stop!
    Michael, don't break it.
    It hurts.
    I can't--
    I demand
    that you stop!
    I'm telling you, I
    demand that you stop!
    Michael, don't
    break the circle.
    It hurts!
    I can't!
    - Don't break the circle!
    - I demand that you stop!
    Mommy! Mommy!
    I'm scared, Mommy!
    Let's get out of here.
    Let's go away from here.
    Okay, darling.
    Okay.
    So do you
    miss Vermont?
    - Where do you live?
    - In Bakersfield.
    Nice?
    Uh-huh.
    Your sister
    like it too?
    Who had the idea
    about the closet?
    Was that you,
    or your sister?
    Julia.
    She show you how to bang it
    against the wall like that?
    It really
    scares my dad.
    What about your mom?
    Mom wants to leave, too.
    Let's make a deal,
    just between you and me.
    Do we have
    to shake hands?
    No, we don't have
    to shake hands.
    Here's the deal.
    If you promise not
    to do it again
    I won't say
    anything to your dad.
    That's it.
    I--I didn't do that
    thing with the table.
    No, I know that, Susan. I
    didn't ask you about a table.
    My sister's gonna
    be real sad.
    Yeah.
    She's gonna
    be real sad.
    My car, you drive.
    That's fair.
    - Why is that fair?
    - It is.
    Where are you going?
    You still didn't get
    to the bottom of this!
    Don't worry about it,
    Mr. Sidgwick.
    If the banging starts
    again, just call us.
    And get rid
    of the hairdresser!
    It's been an honor to fly
    you here, Mr. Silver.
    I hope you had
    a pleasant flight.
    Please, allow me
    to help you--
    Would you
    mind letting go of me?
    Thank you.
    If you press down
    hard on the top of the table
    and draw your hands
    toward your body,
    the outer
    two table lengths
    are going to go up like
    a schoolgirl's dress.
    You can even stick
    the edge of your shoe
    under one
    of the table legs
    and, by pressing down
    firmly with your hands
    and lifting your foot
    at the same time,
    you can make the whole
    table come off the ground.
    It just takes
    a little bit of muscle
    and a whole
    lot of practice.
    So, with the right
    partner in crime,
    you can put on quite a show.
    The setting is important.
    Keep it dark,
    always, under
    any pretext whatsoever.
    The spirits demand it,
    you need to concentrate--
    I know what you are thinking.
    It's not scientific.
    But you need darkness to develop
    a photograph, don't you?
    Miss Owen?
    So are you saying that
    all paranormal phenomena
    are frauds
    without any exception?
    Actually, no, I'm not.
    The majority simply have
    a natural explanation
    or are the result
    of subjective interpretation.
    But how do you
    establish proper controls?
    It's not difficult.
    In a case like this one, without
    any special preparation,
    we would sit the medium
    against the wall
    and place two cards
    behind his elbows.
    Then if he moves his
    arms to shift the table,
    the cards will fall.
    If the cards
    remain in place,
    only the spirit
    of a very friendly stagehand
    is going to be
    moving that table.
    That's the principle.
    Or if you prefer,
    you can mark out
    a security perimeter
    for the hands
    to ensure that
    no pressure is applied
    outside the center of gravity.
    For instance,
    for the round table,
    it will only move if pressure
    is exerted here--or here.
    Have you ever
    come across a single case
    that couldn't
    be explained?
    Like the existence of
    an anomalous ability?
    An anomalous ability?
    Like what?
    Like running a hundred
    meters in under ten seconds?
    Like composing a masterpiece
    when you're stone deaf?
    Your brain may be
    the exception, Ben,
    but most brains carry out
    a dazzling array of complex
    mental processes every second.
    constant synaptic communication
    geared to generating and regulating
    our sensations and perceptions.
    How we reason, how we think,
    our emotions,
    our mental images,
    our attention span,
    learning, memory.
    Are these not merits enough
    for the brain
    without it having
    "special powers" as well?
    So you're
    saying the existence of any kind
    of paranormal power
    is impossible?
    What I'm saying,
    Miss Owen,
    is that after 30 years of
    investigating all kinds of phenomena
    with the right
    controls in place,
    I have yet to witness
    a single miracle.
    - Excellent table lifting.
    - Thank you.
    I--I just
    sat in on your class.
    Dr. Shackleton.
    Inspirational.
    Congratulations.
    You know, I admire
    your skepticism, Margaret,
    but you can't deny reality just
    because you can't explain it.
    That's not
    exactly true.
    I can't explain why your
    department gets double our budget,
    but I don't deny
    it's the case.
    So let's talk,
    join forces.
    We're making huge strides
    forward in the SPRC.
    A discerning vision like
    yours could really help.
    I don't do hocus
    pocus, Shackleton.
    I suggest you
    don't either.
    You didn't
    even touch that.
    How do you do that?
    Isn't that incredible?
    Well, it doesn't
    always work, Mike.
    I got lucky today,
    that's all.
    The fact is,
    we can all do it.
    Well, frankly, I knew
    that, uh, blind people
    had a more developed
    sense of smell,
    but after what we've
    seen here tonight--
    You're right.
    You're right.
    Simon Silver became
    popular at the end of the Sixties
    and his fame continued
    to grow over the next decade.
    In 1.975, he suddenly
    announced his retirement,
    stunning his legion of fans.
    Many linked his exit
    from the limelight
    with the death of a veteran
    journalist, Martin Weiner,
    a skeptical reporter
    who suffered
    a heart attack
    while attending
    one of Silver's shows.
    The post-mortem concluded
    the heart attack was
    the result' of
    natural causes
    but Silver was never able
    to shake off the suspicion
    surrounding Weiner's death.
    He disappeared just' as suddenly
    as he had become a star,
    which is why his
    come-back announcement
    more than 30 years after
    his last public appearance...
    Margaret, I
    was watching that.
    Sorry, I, uh--
    I thought maybe you wouldn't
    hear me, 'cause you--didn't.
    Is Dr. Matheson around?
    Uh--
    No, she's not.
    Mm.
    Can I leave the
    assignment with you?
    Yeah.
    Just watch
    the coin, okay?
    - Where'd it go?
    - Lift your glass, please.
    Where did you
    learn to do that?
    You can't always
    trust your eyes.
    You did most of the magic
    by looking in the wrong place.
    Oh, now you're really
    taking the fun out of it.
    The simpler, the better.
    That's the principle.
    The only way to pull a
    rabbit out of a hat
    is by putting it there
    in the first place.
    Open it.
    It's in your left hand.
    Did you--
    Did you see that?
    No, I got lucky.
    The class is really
    great, you know?
    It makes you think.
    So, right, um--
    you been working
    for Matheson long?
    Or are you
    a psychologist too?
    Or a magician?
    Wha--?
    Uh, no,
    I'm not a magician.
    Um, actually,
    I'm a physicist.
    - So why do you do this?
    - Do what?
    Investigate fake
    paranormal stuff.
    Don't you think
    it's a bit weird?
    - I just try to help Margaret--
    - I mean, what for?
    If someone claims to have
    powers and actually don't,
    who cares?
    Why bother?
    Why bother?
    If your mom was one
    of those people
    who went to see
    a psychic
    because, um-- her stomach
    was bothering her
    and the psychic
    told her that it was nothing,
    that it was just a--
    a touch of gastritis.
    But then
    later on--
    you find out
    it was stomach cancer
    and it's too late to treat.
    Do you think then you'd
    say "Why bother?"
    Did--did that
    happen to you?
    Okay, watch this.
    Ready? Here we go.
    Oh, God!
    Jesus Christ!
    Oh my God,
    how did you do that?
    Doesn't that hurt?
    No.
    Well, a litt--
    a little.
    Simon Silver,
    perhaps the most celebrated
    psychic of all time,
    will visit us here
    in just under three weeks.
    On/ine bookings have
    sky-rocketed in just six hours.
    And as soon as the Columbus
    Theatre box office opens,
    there will be a mad
    rush for tickets.
    Margaret Matheson.
    Hello?
    Hello?
    Are you okay, Stevie?
    You want your music, Stevie?
    You want us
    to put on your music?
    Sometimes it helps him
    to listen to music.
    Okay.
    He thinks
    this is really cool!
    We do too, but
    we don't paint!
    Only Stevie paints!
    Isn't that right, Stevie?
    You paint, don't you?
    Kids, huh?
    Automatic painting,
    my ass!
    I was about to make him
    eat those crayons.
    You heard it, it was, it
    was the interference.
    It was because Stevie and Van Gogh,
    they just-- they don't talk.
    If it would
    help him channel,
    I'm sure the mother would be
    happy to cut off his ear.
    - Well, a 90 mile drive
    - Hm.
    And not one
    lousy doodle.
    Are you okay?
    If it were just
    me on my own, I--
    I don't think
    I could continue.
    I'm getting too old
    for this shit.
    Oh, come on.
    Where did
    you spring from?
    You know you could
    have a brilliant career
    at any university
    in the world, right?
    You know that.
    - Mm. I like this.
    - But why are you with me?
    Hey, so, um--
    Yeah, I was, uh--
    You know, maybe
    it would be good if
    someone else joined the team.
    Do you ever think about that?
    She's a little young,
    don't you think?
    Who?
    For what?
    Right.
    I think I'll
    look in on David.
    If you could drop
    me there, please.
    Okay.
    The reason people
    believe in ghosts is
    the same as the
    reason they believe
    in haunted houses
    or tunnels of light.
    Because it would mean that there
    was something-- after death.
    I only wish there were.
    But I'm not prepared
    to let my--beliefs
    be determined by my
    desires or my--needs.
    If David woke up now
    and looked in the mirror,
    he wouldn't even
    know who the man was
    staring back at him.
    He wouldn't know who I was.
    If I thought for one second
    that there was something else,
    I would shut off all this crap
    and let my son go.
    Margaret.
    A contactee was visited
    and raped on a daily basis
    by an extraterrestrial.
    Savagely possessed.
    Every night.
    So she goes to a hypnologist
    and the visits stop.
    So she goes back to the
    hypnologist and says:
    "Can't you just make him
    come back once a week?"
    You know, there are two
    kinds of people out there
    with a special gift:
    the ones who really think
    they have some kind of power
    and the other guys--
    who think
    we can't figure them out.
    They're both wrong.
    Aren't
    you a little young?
    For what?
    Right.
    So what are
    we looking for?
    Red lights.
    Red lights?
    Discordant notes,
    things that
    shouldn't be there.
    Like that
    guy over there.
    Hot dogs, hamburgers!
    Hey, what about
    over there?
    Well spotted.
    - I'm so so sorry.
    - What, are you blind?
    - It's totally my fault.
    - Watch where you're going.
    - No, I wasn't watching. I'm sorry.
    - Give me that.
    - I'm sorry.
    - Go on, just get lost now, will you, buddy?
    Apologies.
    Hoo.
    Ha.
    Like candy from a baby.
    Good.
    In we go.
    Okay.
    Ah. Dr. Matheson.
    I take it you've been
    told I like the box all to myself.
    Yes, of course, doctor,
    we know that,
    but I was just thinking
    we'd have a safe--
    And I'm sure you understand
    that this deployment
    is not what I meant
    when I said discreet.
    I'm sorry,
    Dr. Matheson.
    I'll give the orders
    to pull back.
    Doctor, how come we're
    so sure this guy's a fraud?
    Ever heard
    of Occam's razor?
    Occam's razor?
    When I hear the
    drumming of hooves,
    I don't
    think unicorns,
    I think horses.
    Hm.
    My name
    is Leonardo Palladino.
    I can see things.
    Just like you.
    If not, I would be blind.
    I am a mentalist.
    I've got a mind, like you.
    I'm a clairvoyant.
    Because
    I can see clearly.
    He hasn't changed
    a single word.
    The only difference--
    - You know Palladino from before?
    - Hm.
    Well, not exactly.
    We've had,
    Leonardo Borga,
    Giordano and--
    What was it?
    Zarica.
    Zarica. But Leonardo Palladino,
    it's our first time.
    And we're
    just thrilled.
    And he can't see us?
    Not with this light.
    The glass is polarized.
    No one can see anything.
    Unless of course they
    have special powers.
    I'll tell you
    what I don't believe in.
    Watch this.
    I don't believe in angels
    of light curing the good.
    I don't believe in
    extraterrestrial beings
    coming down from the sky
    to guide the human race
    to an age of re-awakening.
    That's new.
    Is that the Zimmer?
    Yeah, I fixed it
    It's all good.
    You fixed it? You should
    have sent it out.
    We don't have any
    money. It's fine.
    Tom, we should
    ask for the money.
    I said I fixed it.
    It'll work.
    -with the Cosmos.
    I don't
    believe in the Devil.
    I don't believe in gods.
    I don't believe
    in God himself!
    I only believe
    in a primal, single...
    Come on, Tom,
    let's go.
    Yeah, just a sec.
    I'm on it.
    ...an explosion
    of lucidity,
    old like the world, which
    burns deep within me
    and explodes with savage
    brutality...
    - Tom.
    - Yeah, just give me a sec.
    - Tom.
    - One second. I'm on it.
    I only believe in me!
    Tom!
    I only believe in me!
    Come on, Tom.
    That's it. Got it.
    Leo, can you hear me?
    Leo, if you can '2' hear
    me, you're in trouble.
    My head--
    My head.
    Judi Cale.
    I can feel it.
    Judi Cale
    - Judi Cale.
    - To your right'
    Judi Cale.
    She should be in the
    8th row, next to...
    They're using inhibitors.
    They know what they're doing.
    - Can't you do something?
    - Yeah, I think so. Just a minute.
    Judi Cale, stand up right
    now, in the name of God!
    Hallelujah! Leonardo
    believes again.
    Stand up right now.
    Stand up right now,
    in the name of God!
    Lives with her
    parents at 3154 Greenwich.
    I can see a ring of white
    fire protecting your home.
    The girl's
    got stomach cancer, Leo.
    Don't be scared.
    Stomach cancer.
    Everything all
    right down there?
    Everything's wonderful.
    Thanks for asking.
    - Is it always like this?
    - No. We got lucky.
    The signal scrambles
    every 40 to 50 seconds.
    I just gotta isolate
    this frequency.
    They're not
    usually this careful.
    I know what's
    wrong with you, Judi.
    Don't be scared.
    Get out!
    Leave Judi's stomach! She
    doesn't need you anymore!
    Get out of there!
    Judi.
    You're cured.
    Shout it out.
    I'm cured.
    Shout it out, in
    the name of God!
    I'm cured!
    Hallelujah!
    'Got it!
    Alright',
    Leo, Richard Vargas-
    Richard Vargas
    I'm calling Richard Vargas,
    in the name of God!
    No, Leo,
    correct your position.
    I'm calling Richard Vargas,
    in the name of God!
    He should be
    on your right.
    Don't be afraid on account
    of your sins, Richard.
    Stand up and accept
    the light of salvation!
    He really knows
    his moves, doesn't he?
    He had a good teacher.
    He worked with Silver
    for over a year.
    Simon Silver,
    the blind guy?
    Okay, so he's
    here with his sister, Maria,
    and his mother--
    Just hang on--
    Dorina.
    Richard, don't
    be afraid.
    Dorina and Maria aren't afraid.
    Listen to them.
    They want you
    to come to the light.
    Watch out, Leo! Don't'...
    don't get in line with the...
    Sorry, my fault-
    I think everything's all right.
    Everything okay?
    You gotta be shitting me.
    Do Yo" Copy me, Leo?
    I'm with you, Richard!
    I'm sorry, my fault'.
    Look at me, Richard.
    Look at me.
    You guys go position yourselves
    in the central block now.
    We're going with the woman on crutches.
    Row--32.
    That was close.
    Did you check
    the auxiliary control?
    No. No, Leo. Stop touching
    his chest, please.
    His arm is the problem.
    You know,
    one of these days
    somebody's gonna
    work out he's Argentinean.
    Then--then we'll
    be in real shit.
    Hey. You guys
    lose this?
    A lot of cancer. Mm.
    I'm here, I'm back. There's
    no doubt about that.
    You know what I'm
    talking about, Simon.
    Are you going
    back on stage?
    Well, who
    knows, Nina.
    I heard it's
    a distinct possibility.
    I know it's
    a delicate subject,
    but your last show didn't
    turn out so great.
    According to some
    people, you were--
    That was a long time ago
    and I said all I had to
    say about it back then.
    It was a just an unfortunate
    thing that happened.
    You gotta admit
    it was weird.
    Your biggest
    detractor attacks you
    at your own
    show, and--
    It was unpleasant
    for everyone.
    The rumor at
    the time was that
    Martin Weiner
    was writing a book
    to demonstrate that you
    were, uh--well, a fake.
    That's, that's
    the kind of thing
    that I mean
    that doesn't stack up.
    The same folks out there
    who say I have no powers
    also say I induced a
    heart attack in Martin.
    Your number one enemy?
    You're safe
    with me, Nina.
    You know what I think?
    I think you're getting
    everybody to talk about you
    without even going
    out there again.
    Wouldn't that just
    confirm my powers?
    You bet it would!
    You know, Silver? I've been
    wanting to do this for 30 years.
    You know what I've
    brought with me?
    Let me guess.
    Is it something
    that I can--
    bend?
    Well, how did
    you know that?
    Did you just
    read my mind?
    No. The handle's been
    sticking out of your pocket
    for the last
    few minutes.
    So you can--
    You are just a big
    kid, you know that?
    All right, what
    do you guys think?
    Should we ask him
    to bend it'?
    Why does no one let
    me watch TV in this place?
    Because only housewives
    watch that show.
    Come on!
    I have nothing
    against housewives.
    My mom happens
    to be one.
    I'm sure your mom
    doesn't sit around all day doing
    macram and watching crap TV.
    We should take
    a shot at Silver.
    Oh, come on.
    Forget about it.
    There's nothing interesting
    for us there.
    This arrived
    this morning.
    It hasn't been
    digitally retouched.
    It's a trampoline.
    Are there no real
    challenges left out there?
    Silver's a
    real challenge.
    Silver's already
    been investigated.
    Yeah, like 30 years ago. We
    should investigate him now.
    He doesn't interest me.
    Forget him.
    He interests me. Come on! He's
    gonna be here in 10 days.
    You are like a broken record.
    I said no.
    What is wrong with you?
    Are you afraid of him?
    So, if you can get that in--
    into a chart for me--Margaret!
    Margaret, I heard about Palladino.
    Everyone's talking about it.
    I wanted to say thank you. People
    like them give us a bad name.
    I doubt it.
    Come on, Margaret,
    give us a break.
    It's serious work
    we're doing up there.
    We started
    with scores of 2.1.
    You know, nothing to write
    home about, I know,
    but in the last couple of
    weeks we scored 3.4, 4, 4.6--
    And the chances the difference are down
    to coincidence is 2 in 100, Margaret.
    - PauL
    - Two in a hundred!
    All right--
    All right.
    Tom, go ahead and start
    class without me.
    Take this,
    this and that.
    And, um, show them the photograph.
    They'll enjoy that.
    I won't be long.
    So what is it this time?
    Psychic photography?
    - Retrocognition, remote vision?
    - Telepathy.
    - Drawings, sealed envelopes, cards?
    - Zener cards.
    Double blind, triple
    blind, simple blind?
    Simple blind.
    I did it myself.
    I take it from your enthusiasm
    you just did a test.
    That's right.
    Were you facing
    your subject?
    Sure.
    What about them?
    Uh, they were in the control
    booth, monitoring the subject.
    Who was monitoring you?
    Me? Why would anyone want
    to be monitoring me?
    It's a joke.
    So were you at the same
    eye level as the subject?
    Approximately, yes
    - Under a light, I guess.
    - Yes.
    The way we are now?
    More or less, I guess.
    - You have the cards with you?
    - No, I-I don't have them here.
    - Oh. Yeah, here.
    - Okay.
    Okay.
    Shoot
    What do you
    mean, "shoot"?
    Go ahead. Shoot.
    - T-To you?
    - Sure.
    - Here?
    - Why not?
    Okay.
    Square.
    Cross.
    Square.
    Square.
    Star.
    - Wave.
    - How are you doing that?
    - Methodological defects--
    - No, w--w--they're not transparent, we make sure--
    improper controls, the inadvertent
    inclusion of relevant data
    or, in this case,
    all three at
    the same time.
    Congratulations.
    Next time, try taking
    them off first.
    So why'd you hold the
    card up to the light?
    So you wouldn't think
    about your glasses.
    So, these images were
    made during the Cold War--
    under conditions controlled
    by the Soviet authorities,
    so there was no
    independent investigations.
    Leningrad, 1970.
    Here Katia Novikova
    carries out
    one of her more
    controversial experiments.
    As you can see,
    she concentrates intensely
    on the heart of the frog,
    at the beginning
    making it beat faster,
    then slower,
    and then, stopping
    it beating altogether.
    Katia asserted that she had, she had
    inherited her powers from her mother--
    and that during her childhood,
    she would see objects...
    Only God is right
    all the time, Dr. Matheson.
    And yes, there are sensitives
    who are impostors,
    just like
    there are skeptics.
    Uh, you know, even scientists
    are wrong every day.
    But you, the
    professional skeptics,
    you also seem to be
    experts in rhetoric.
    Don't--don't bite off
    my finger, doctor.
    Look where
    I'm pointing.
    Scientists' mistakes are
    usually random, Mr. Cohen.
    Pseudo-scientists' mistakes
    tend to be directional.
    Dr. Matheson seems
    to forget that she
    set up her stall
    on this over 30 years ago.
    Most professionals are fully
    aware of the dangers of fraud
    and design their experiments with
    every imaginable precaution.
    We're believers, doctor,
    not simply credulous.
    Very smart people are
    often the most credulous
    and are taken in by all
    kinds of phenomena.
    They're easy victims of fraud
    because they think logically,
    and professional magicians
    count on that.
    Like your client, for instance.
    He's certainly one of them.
    You should've told me
    she would be here.
    Oh, you said you wouldn't
    speak to my client.
    Are you scared of me too?
    The question is why does every
    parapsychological phenomenon vanish
    when there's a qualified
    skeptic in the room?
    Three to four Americans say they've had
    some kind of metaphysic experience
    and an even
    higher percentage say--
    He's gotta be in on it.
    He's in on it.
    Doctor, this is a question for you.
    Don't you think--?
    Margaret, just
    get out of there.
    -and even my colleagues,
    the experimental
    psychologists--
    They're just gonna box her in.
    They're just boxing her in.
    ...about their approach
    to strange occurrences.
    This is just what I'm
    saying, it's just rhetoric.
    It's just
    pure rhetoric,
    it's just talking the talk,
    but to refute the role
    that all crows are black you need
    just one single white one. Actually--
    I've never seen a
    white crow, have you?
    Look a bit harder.
    Miss Hansen, I believe that
    you're Simon Silver's agent,
    are you not?
    I guess that means you've
    gotten to know him pretty well
    over the years,
    is that true?
    I'm privileged.
    He's a constant inspiration.
    Silver's comeback has turned
    into an event.
    His recent sell-out performances
    in both Atlanta and Dallas
    can only be described
    as an unbelievable success.
    Today he will be
    performing in our city,
    at the Columbus Theater, less than
    Now, Miss Hansen, is "perform"...?
    That's a funny word.
    Do you think that's the right word
    to describe what's going on here?
    I would say "share."
    Simon has never been ashamed of
    sharing his extraordinary abilities.
    I think that "perform"
    is exactly the right word.
    I beg to disagree.
    Why allow for
    a rigorous study
    when the mass spectacle
    is there to be embraced
    and there's money
    to be made?
    A lot of money,
    I would imagine.
    The word "choice."
    - Excuse me, Simon Silver
    - Taking advantage of people.
    Was subjected to rigorous studies
    by at least two different--
    Oh, come on!
    Universities of
    unquestionable renown.
    But I guess
    you know this, doctor,
    since you were on one
    of those committees.
    I never signed off
    on the findings however.
    - Are you okay?
    - Sh--sh--sh.
    The
    experiments weren't done
    under proper
    controlled conditions.
    Yeah,
    controlled conditions.
    Those of us born different
    feel real safe.
    Complete inspection
    of all body orifices,
    Faraday cages where we are
    locked away like animals,
    And--and you're
    surprised that Silver
    refused to subject
    himself to that.
    No, I'm not
    at all surprised
    that he refused to
    follow the one protocol
    that would effectively eliminate
    any possibility of fraud.
    All this sounds very convincing,
    doctor, but in actual fact,
    telepathic experiments...
    No, no, no, no, do not
    go on the defensive.
    Margaret, do not go
    on the defensive!
    She's going
    on the defensive.
    Can you see this?
    This is what she does.
    She goes on the defensive and
    then the whole thing just--
    -in light of
    my considerable experience
    investigating these phenomena,
    Aw, don't give
    'em an edge.
    ...Of the existence
    of paranormal powers...
    She's gonna
    mention the bone.
    Just wait, she's gonna
    mention the bone.
    Do not
    mention the bone.
    I've spoken to some
    of those supposed victims
    whose eyes you
    claim to have opened,
    and, believe me, they don't
    have very nice things
    to say about you.
    Telling people they've been
    victimized by these crazy ideas
    and then trying to get
    the ideas away from them
    it's like trying to take
    a bone away from a dog.
    They don't
    want to let go.
    Maybe / don'!
    know my place but'-
    How did
    you know that?
    Because I'm psychic.
    Yes, she did,
    that's exactly what we are to you.
    We were animals.
    What I'm saying is give me
    proof that a photon of light
    can pass through
    a human body
    and I will start to
    believe in invisibility.
    Until that happens,
    all we're talking about here
    is simple subjective beliefs.
    What do you
    believe in, Dr. Matheson?
    Do you have a transcendent
    view of life?
    A what?
    Well, you
    talk about beliefs.
    What do you
    believe in?
    Well, I don't really see what
    that has to do with anything.
    Well, it's a very
    simple question
    that maybe
    you can answer.
    I'm just asking you,
    do you believe or don't you?
    Well, I try to
    understand, not believe.
    So you accept that it's possible
    there's something out there?
    No, I didn't say that.
    You're a
    religious person?
    No. You know, once, long
    ago, I suppose I was.
    Long ago?
    And you lost your faith.
    What--what happened, what--
    What happened to
    turn you into this--
    lost, lonely woman?
    - It's just a simple question.
    - We're done.
    Oh, so just
    get up and walk away?
    I didn't mean
    anything by it.
    Sometimes things get'
    said, Dr. Maths-son,
    and it's not always
    pure hyperbole-
    It's always
    the same with girls
    I'm terribly
    sorry about this.
    We expected her to
    follow through--
    Animals!
    --and I hope
    she'll come back
    Meantime, thank
    you to the panelists.
    This is one
    of the kinder ones.
    - What the hell were you thinking?
    - Tom.
    Do you have any idea the
    advantage he has over us now?
    In one minute we've
    gone back decades!
    We gotta investigate Silver!
    We gotta do it now!
    Tom, I can see
    you're angry--
    You've been keeping me
    away from him for weeks.
    I'm not stupid, Margaret,
    so stop pretending I am.
    I know you're not.
    He is not worth your--
    Enough!
    We gotta
    investigate him,
    and if you won't,
    I'll do it on my own.
    Look, I know they did
    a job on you, okay?
    I know it wasn't fair and
    that stooge of Silver's
    played dirty.
    But she did it.
    They took you by
    surprise, I understand.
    I don't know what I would
    have done in your place
    We look like idiots.
    It's been over two years
    since we received
    a lousy private dollar
    and the department funding
    is so ridiculously low,
    the only way they can make it
    clearer they want rid of us
    is with a marching band.
    It has nothing to do
    with the university,
    it's Silver.
    But Silver
    wasn't even there!
    Silver is
    always there.
    Don't you get it?
    No, we gotta
    investigate Silver!
    And we
    gotta do it now!
    Tom, sit down.
    Just sit down.
    Please?
    This is how
    he does it.
    He did it to me, and now
    he's doing it to you.
    - What does that even mean?
    - It's not the first time.
    He knows
    what he's doing.
    We're weak, Tom. We want to
    be strong but we're not.
    You're not
    angry with me.
    Every time I close my eyes,
    I see my son that day.
    I see David playing
    over there on the floor.
    He was so small.
    He was sturdy.
    And then he fell.
    He just fell over.
    I thought he was
    playing, but he wasn't.
    He was four
    years old.
    - Margaret, I'm really--
    - Shh.
    Everything's all right.
    I write to him,
    you know?
    Because I know
    he can't hear me.
    "Dear David..."
    Silver and I
    were on a television show just
    like the one yesterday...
    and he was shouting.
    I was shouting.
    We were young.
    And then he
    started staring.
    Not at me.
    He was staring at
    something beside me,
    as if he could see
    someone beside me,
    you know, the
    way the mediums do
    when they say they
    can see an angel or--
    or a dead relative
    next to you.
    No. I wasn't surprised.
    I was expecting theatrics,
    so I was prepared.
    "I see a boy
    by your side.
    "I see a blond boy.
    "Do you know who that
    might be, Margaret?
    "Has a boy close
    to you died?"
    I didn't answer.
    I couldn't speak.
    I was so frightened.
    And he kept going.
    "This boy is asking
    you to let him go.
    "He says you
    have to let him go.
    "It's his time and you
    won't let him go."
    Now, did I
    denounce him
    as an unscrupulous fraud?
    Did I tell him that my
    son was still alive?
    Did I say anything in front
    of those millions of people
    who were waiting
    for my answer?
    No. I didn't say a thing.
    And you know the one
    thing I can't forgive?
    And I hate myself
    for feeling this.
    I hate myself from the moment
    I wake up in the morning
    to when I close
    my eyes at night.
    What I can't forgive is not
    that he dared to use my son,
    my sleeping, sick son.
    What I can't forgive
    is that for one second,
    and it only
    lasted a second,
    I thought
    it might be true.
    He made me doubt!
    And everyone
    could see it.
    He's dangerous, Tom.
    Stay away from him.
    What can
    you really know?
    What can you really trust?
    What are your doubts?
    What are your certainties?
    What do you call truth?
    When you look at the sky,
    what do you see?
    Shadows? Reflections?
    Distant echoes?
    You see the moon as it was
    more than a second ago.
    You see the sun as it was
    shining eight minutes ago.
    But what
    do you really see?
    Can you trust your eyes?
    Can you trust--me?
    We can go forward
    with lies but--
    we can never go back.
    You are cured.
    Go in peace.
    I never felt proud
    of being what I am.
    I didn't choose it.
    I didn't ask for anything.
    Why was I chosen?
    Who singled me out?
    You're asking
    yourselves the same questions.
    Right now.
    At this very instant.
    I can hear you.
    James Liddenbrock.
    James Herbert Liddenbrock.
    Stand up!
    Margaret?
    Margaret!
    Margaret.
    It's okay.
    It's okay.
    Come on.
    Help!
    Please!
    Help!
    What are you
    doing, Margaret?
    Fuck!
    It's okay.
    All right.
    You gotta wait here.
    As soon as we know anything,
    I'll come find you.
    - Does she have any relatives?
    - Uh, well, a son, but--
    - Can you let him know?
    - Uh...
    As soon as we know anything,
    I'll come find you.
    Hey.
    Uh, they told me
    you were here.
    How's the doctor?
    Is she all right?
    I don't--uh,
    I don't know.
    They haven't
    told me anything.
    What happened to you?
    You're hurt.
    I wasn't with her.
    I wasn't with her.
    I was at the theater
    with Silver.
    She told me
    not to go.
    I said horrible things.
    What's the point in keeping him
    here like that after all this time?
    Every science has its
    corresponding pseudoscience.
    Psychology has its flip
    side, parapsychology.
    Medicine has acupuncture
    and homeopathy.
    Astronomy has astrology.
    I've had personalized birth
    charts made for each of you
    based on your
    individual dates of birth.
    If you could open
    the envelope, please,
    and study them carefully.
    Hello?
    Hello? This is
    Tom Buckley.
    Hello?
    This is Tom Buckley.
    Silver?
    Okay, now you've
    all had a chance to
    study your charts
    so we're going to grade
    them from one through five,
    one being a low level
    of coincidence
    five, being a maximum
    of correlation.
    How many ones?
    Good.
    Two?
    Threes?
    Good.
    Four?
    Good.
    And five?
    Good.
    Okay. If you can
    pass your chart
    to the person behind you.
    And if you guys
    in the back--
    What?
    They're all the same.
    Er--
    We're just going to leave
    it at that for today, so--
    We'll pick it up tomorrow.
    Thank you for coming.
    Fuck!
    This isn't my
    first time inside, know that?
    Leonardo.
    Yes, Buckley, Leonardo.
    Good memory.
    You're butting
    in already!
    At 5:00 a.m. they give you
    a little carton of milk.
    I don't eat breakfast.
    I wait until lunch at eleven.
    Elbow macaroni with hot
    pepper, rice, frijoles...
    Hardly ever meat.
    Sometimes you get
    a spicy hamburger.
    They think
    we're all Mexicans.
    At five, you get
    the same thing again.
    And that's it
    until the next day.
    So at night I take out
    my carton of milk.
    Leonardo...
    I've lost 15 pounds
    in less than 4 weeks.
    - Leonardo!
    - Yes?
    You told Silver
    we'd be there,
    didn't you?
    You told him how
    we shut you down.
    Did the blind guy
    spook us then, Buckley?
    Did the blind guy see us
    when we were up to no good?
    When'd you talk to Silver?
    Buckley, you've come
    to the wrong place.
    Silver doesn't
    need me to know
    whatever he wants
    to know, get it?
    This isn't one
    of your shows.
    I'm the guy
    who put you in here.
    Now tell me when
    you spoke to Silver!
    I hardly know Silver, you
    fucking shit for brains!
    You worked with him
    for over a year!
    nobody tell you that?
    I'm 37, Buckley.
    I was just a fucking
    kid back then.
    He used me!
    I just had to cry and shut
    up whenever he told me.
    Do you think he spilled his
    fucking heart out to me?
    I'm wasting
    my time here.
    You've got no idea what
    you're getting yourself into.
    Good seeing you
    again, Leonardo.
    You've got no idea what
    you're getting yourself into!
    Whoa, did you know...
    Silver canceled his
    last' performances in Denver
    to do one more here?
    I guess
    he-'s afraid of flying-
    I hope the theater
    had insurance-
    I mean, last show in
    town almost spelled
    the end of
    the Columbus Theater.
    Forget it. My nephew bends
    spoons all the time
    and all he's gotten
    for his troubles
    is to make my sister
    hide the spoons.
    If your nephew was blind,
    God forbid
    I would say that'-
    If my nephew was blind,
    my sister wouldnt '2' need
    to hide the spoons.
    That sure
    would be cruel.
    - You bet.
    - Ow.
    What' do you say we open the phone
    lines so some people can call?
    Anybody blind out there
    who wants to sue us?
    Anybody-- What?
    No, no, please.
    No- None of that
    I challenge you
    You'll leave us
    with no aim in life!
    Bring it on... bring...
    Fuck!
    What?
    Okay, okay, Okay-
    Come on!
    Come on!
    Come on.
    Oh, fuck!
    I'm sor--
    I'm sorry.
    J In the summertime,
    When the weather is hot J"
    J' You can touch right up
    And touch the--J'./'
    Ah, fuck!
    Fuck.
    Okay.
    Do you have
    an appointment, sir?
    Can I help you?
    I was--
    I was just looking
    for the way out.
    Excuse me.
    Right.
    Tom.
    Tom.
    Open your eyes.
    - Hey, what's the matter?
    - Aw!
    Fuck!
    Wait, are you okay?
    What happened?
    Hey, hey.
    Shh!
    Tom... Tom...
    Shh!
    Tom...
    Tom.
    Shh. It's okay.
    - Will you tell me what's going on?
    - It's okay. It's okay!
    Silver?
    Silver!
    Silver!
    Tom, what's going on?
    Come on.
    Don't leave me here.
    Don't leave me here!
    Silver!
    Silver!
    You left me on my own.
    I told you not
    to leave me on my own.
    You need to leave here.
    What's going on?
    Jesus, Tom,
    you're bleeding.
    You need to get
    that cleaned up.
    What's going on?
    University sources
    confirm that Simon Silver
    has accepted
    the invitation
    of Paul Shackleton,
    head of the Scientific
    Paranormal Research Center
    to be submitted to
    an exhaustive scientific study
    of his extrasensory abilities.
    Isn/sn't that right, Dick?
    Yes, that's
    the way it is, Dana
    For two weeks,
    Simon Silver,
    who had been called into
    question in this university
    by the late
    Margaret's son
    will put' himself through
    all kinds of tests
    designed by a committee
    of experts from the SPRC.
    University sources confirm that
    Dr. Matheson had been suffering
    from a rare and long-standing
    vascular condition
    which could
    be the cause
    of her unexpected illness
    and sudden death-
    Why didn't you tell me?
    I don't understand
    what you're talking--
    - Why didn't you tell me?
    - Why don't you step into my office?
    I want to be on that
    committee, Shackleton.
    Whatever it takes,
    I don't care what,
    I wanna be there.
    It's impossible. The team
    has already been presented.
    There's nothing I can do.
    Don't give me your excuses,
    Shackleton. Just do it.
    The committee was
    approved by Silver!
    You know what that means?
    It's a once
    in a lifetime opportunity!
    Whatever it
    takes, Shackleton!
    No more whining.
    No more moaning.
    Ask for more observers. Make
    up whatever story you want.
    Get that over-subsidized
    brain of yours working.
    I wanna be there.
    I'll be waiting
    for your call.
    Don't leave me here.
    Let me at least
    try and help you.
    I'm going to be fine.
    It's just
    for a little while, okay?
    Look at you, Tom.
    Margaret was right. Can't you see it?
    Just let it go.
    - I need to know how he does it.
    - What difference does it make how he does it?
    Forget about Silver, Tom.
    There are certain things
    it's better not to know.
    Sally, I just
    need to know.
    Meters have been installed
    to defect the exertion
    of any physical force
    or the use of irregular
    chemical compounds
    such as mercuric chloride,
    known to alter the
    resistance level of metals
    Each piece has
    been specially marked
    to prevent the possibility
    of any swap during the tests.
    Thermoelectric heat meters,
    radiation monitors,
    everything in the Scientific
    Paranormal Research Center /ab
    is in place
    to test Simon Silver,
    who this morning
    may have just canceled
    a number of his
    public appearances.
    This just isn't fair.
    We've been waiting
    in line for two days.
    Eating and sleeping here.
    Who's standing up
    for our rights?
    It wasn't
    just a show, for me.
    For me it was more
    important. And now--
    I don't care.
    Hell, I really don't.
    If he thinks it's cool,
    I think it's cool.
    I just hope he shows those
    smart-ass college know-it-alls.
    Shit, what the hell are all
    these people doing here anyway?
    Like, they put on the TV for 15
    minutes and obey like sheep.
    What's this guy done
    that's so incredible?
    Like, has nobody
    heard of Criss Angel?
    It's a matter
    of absolute priority
    that science begins to learn
    all it can about these forces.
    We can't wait any longer.
    The aim of my public
    appearances
    is just to generate
    the necessary conditions
    so that our blind
    society will open
    its eyes to the existence
    of other forms of energy.
    These forces can't
    be ignored any longer.
    They have to be verified and accepted
    once and for all. Thank you.
    Is it true that you
    canceled some of your shows?
    Nothing's been canceled.
    We're just re-scheduling.
    Mr. Silver.
    One more question.
    More than 100 journalists
    have requested accreditation
    to cover the SPRC experiments,
    more like the numbers we
    expect at a political summit
    than scientific research.
    However, only a handful
    of media outlets
    have been granted passes
    to the inside of the building
    and none are allowed
    to remain there
    while the tests
    are faking place.
    We're trying to guarantee control conditions.
    We're scientists,
    and for the first time we could
    just obtain conclusive results
    about the reality
    of extrasensory perception,
    the power of the
    mind over matter.
    Our priority has to be to ensure
    the veracity of those results.
    Today's a great day,
    ladies and gentlemen.
    We could just be about
    to go beyond...
    beyond a point of no return.
    And... cut!
    Great, we got it.
    Thank you.
    Thank you, everyone.
    Thank you for coming.
    From now on, no cameras
    except the university's
    will be allowed in the lab. Thank
    you again for your cooperation.
    Remember, Buckley,
    you don't form
    a part of this committee.
    You're just an observer.
    You'll make no contribution
    to the design of the tests
    or the control protocols.
    You can look, you can listen and
    you can shut your goddamn mouth.
    Don't think
    I'm scared of you.
    If I'm putting up with you, it's
    out of respect for Margaret.
    You try to honor her
    in the same way.
    Mr. Silver!
    Mr. Silver,
    allow me to say
    thank you for
    agreeing to do this.
    And let me
    apologize in advance
    for any inconvenience
    we might cause.
    Science will be
    very grateful to you.
    Well, that is
    my sole objective.
    It's me who should
    be grateful to you.
    Oh, you already
    know Dr. Haynes.
    Doctor.
    Dr. Campbell.
    - Doctor.
    - Hello, sir.
    Dr. Conrad Jennings, professor
    of Biomedical Engineering,
    University of Leeds,
    - has been kind enough to join us.
    - Doctor.
    And Professor Franklin,
    Professor of Physics,
    Case Western University
    of Ohio.
    Doctor.
    Now, if you
    don't mind--
    There's another guest
    here, isn't that right?
    Yes, that--that
    is right.
    Excuse me, I--I didn't
    introduce you formally.
    Have you met before?
    I don't know. Have we?
    Dr. Buckley, of the University's
    Psychology Department.
    He worked very
    closely with Doctor--
    I have a great interest in the
    figure of Doctor Buckley.
    I follow his
    progress very closely.
    It's been a difficult
    time for all of us, Tom.
    How are you
    getting along?
    I was so sorry to hear
    about Dr. Matheson.
    Of course, uh--
    we can begin whenever
    you feel ready.
    If you'd like
    to come this way.
    We know this isn't
    an exact science.
    Take your
    time, whatever you need.
    We'll start with something
    straightforward,
    you know,
    like an icebreaker.
    Oh, oh, sure.
    Psy-- Psychic photography?
    Thoughtography.
    How--How did you know?
    Oh, it's been a long
    time since I did this,
    a very long
    time indeed.
    Digital, isn't it?
    Yeah, it is.
    Exactly. Do you need...?
    I just need a simple
    piece of cardboard.
    I don't want my fingers
    smudging the lens.
    We opted to prepare
    a plastic cylinder.
    I hope you don't mind. It's
    a half inch in diameter.
    Is it okay, will it do?
    One never knows,
    Dr. Shackleton.
    As you just said yourself,
    this isn't an exact science.
    Do you mind?
    Go ahead.
    Please, be careful
    with my watch.
    The glass top flips up.
    I don't want the hands
    moved by mistake.
    From now on you'll
    not be allowed
    to withdraw your hands
    from the table,
    unless it is for the purpose
    of another inspection.
    You understand that,
    don't you?
    Yes.
    If you do so,
    the test will
    be declared invalid.
    Okay, thank you.
    Ready when you are.
    This film
    shows the first six days
    of investigation carried out
    in the Scientific Paranormal
    Research Center
    with Mr. Simon Silver.
    All the images correspond to the
    filming of real experiments.
    No scene has
    been recreated.
    This is Simon Silver.
    For the following experiment,
    Silver received three different
    models of still camera:
    a middle range
    digital camera
    with a fixed /ens
    focused on infinity,
    a conventional
    analogical camera
    with a 50 mm /ens
    focused on infinity
    and an instant Polaroid camera,
    also focused on infinity.
    Silver's attempts
    with the digital camera
    did not produce
    any positive result'
    The second camera registered
    only partial results,
    insufficient' for
    a positive evaluation
    Only the Polaroid camera allowed
    the apparent projection
    of Silver's thoughts
    onto the photographic plate.
    There is no scientific
    explanation for these results.
    The cylinder or gizmo which
    Silver was provided with
    in order to concentrate
    the flow of his thoughts
    was carefully checked before
    and after each experiment
    in order to rule out
    any possible manipulation.
    Silver claims to be capable of
    bending metal at a distance
    without needing
    to touch it'.
    However, during the
    course of these tests,
    this could not be
    experimental! y confirmed.
    Following a more
    relaxed protocol,
    Silver was allowed
    to touch the metal
    which, as can be seen
    in the film, was indeed bent.
    Visual analysis of the film
    is insufficient to determine
    whether Silver possesses
    extremely strong fingers
    and great' control of
    micro-manipulation movements
    or whether the distortion
    is in fact caused
    by a paranormal ability,
    as he claims.
    Later, Simon Silver
    held his hand out
    in the continuous flow
    of a running tap.
    As the images show, the flow
    of water was notably deviated
    by some kind of external
    stimulus around Silver's hand.
    The difficulty in measuring
    this distortion
    in a conclusive manner,
    means this demonstration
    has been excluded from
    any experimental e valuation.
    I think I've
    got it, Doctor.
    I was trying with
    the second adapter
    but if I could
    just join--
    Concentrate, Ben.
    I appreciate your help.
    No more mistakes, okay?
    I'm sorry,
    Doctor, I promise--
    Don't promise anything.
    Just plug it in. Good.
    What, black and white?
    It's fine. It doesn't matter.
    Okay.
    Keep going keep
    going keep going...
    Stop! Stop there.
    Okay, this was the last test.
    Telepathy booths.
    During the
    whole two weeks,
    I wasn't able to get
    within six feet of Silver,
    but you and I both know
    the whole thing is a farce.
    - Actually, Dr. Buckley, I--
    - A total fucking farce. Okay, rewind.
    Keep going,
    keep going.
    Okay, go over to the
    other side of the gym.
    Stop, Ben!
    Stop there! Stop!
    You know, right now, Shackleton
    is analyzing the data,
    getting ready to publish
    his positive findings tonight.,
    which just happens to coincide
    with Silver's last show,
    which by some
    strange coincidence,
    just happens to be
    taking place
    in this very city.
    It's the finale he's
    been after all along.
    Well, why
    all this pressure?
    If we find out
    something afterwards,
    they'll have to change
    the findings.
    Ben, nothing that happens
    afterwards will matter.
    Listen to me.
    You are the only guy
    separating the world from stupidity
    at this point in time. Okay?
    Okay? Now, you
    see this button?
    I've spent two days loading all
    the images from all the cameras
    then synching them
    frame by frame,
    with all the
    angles in here, okay?
    Okay? Okay, Ben?
    This is the reception booth.
    Silver is the receiver.
    That's the instrument panel.
    It's got ten luminous buttons.
    Normally they put
    a playing card in each one,
    but given
    that Silver is blind
    they've just numbered
    them one through ten.
    Okay, and what's
    supposed to...?
    Quiet.
    Now, second booth.
    It doesn't matter.
    It's just a dead bird.
    This is the
    transmission booth.
    Now, you see the monitor?
    It's a closed circuit.
    Is he seeing
    his own panel?
    No. No, no, no.
    He's seeing Silver's panel.
    It's supposed
    to help him concentrate.
    So the computer randomly
    turns on a light.
    Then the guy
    concentrates
    on the number he's
    been given. Okay?
    When he thinks
    he knows the number,
    he presses
    the red button,
    which sets off a signal
    in Silver's booth.
    When Silver
    hears the signal,
    he clears his mind, he
    concentrates, whatever the fuck,
    when he thinks
    he knows the answer,
    he presses
    the corresponding number
    he think the guy
    has sent.
    Is that clear?
    Okay.The
    experiment lasted
    a total of seven
    hours, including breaks.
    It was repeated a total of
    nine times, in blocks of ten.
    The results were spectacular,
    with a deviation rate
    eight times higher than
    can be explained by chance.
    Now, what
    does this mean?
    That Silver's powers--?
    No! It means that Silver
    is pulling a fast one!
    Do you know how I know this?
    Because telepathy does not exist!
    Because nobody
    has special powers!
    No. The protocol,
    in theory, is sound.
    It's just that Silver has
    found a way of breaching it.
    Okay, don't look
    for radio transmitters,
    because the booths work as Faraday chambers.
    I've checked them.
    They're isolated.
    What if he's not
    pulling a fast one?
    Ben, you've got
    of footage there
    from seven cameras.
    - That's 30 hours.
    - What am I looking for?
    An explanation, Ben,
    just an explanation.
    Try to make
    it rational.
    Hey.
    Is everything
    okay, sweetie?
    It's raining.
    Sit down, please.
    I'll be with you
    in just a minute.
    I'm not a very
    accessible person.
    I suppose you've
    realized that by now.
    Only somebody who really wants
    to get to me can do so.
    I won't talk to
    anybody else today.
    Maybe I'll do so tomorrow,
    in some other city.
    Maybe I won't ever again.
    As for me, I live each day
    as if it were my last.
    And I'm starting
    to feel tired.
    Very tired indeed.
    I don't always demand payment for
    my services, did you know that?
    At least, not in money. There's
    other ways of paying for things.
    But you know that already.
    You do know that,
    don't you?
    To be
    or to appear to be,
    that is the question.
    It always is.
    We all try to be
    something we're not.
    We dream 27 times a night.
    An intricate neurological
    protection mechanism
    which makes us forget.
    What protects you?
    Aline of salt?
    From the time of ancient
    Greece to the present day,
    philosophers and scholars
    have argued
    man is essentially rational.
    I don't happen to agree.
    If one observes and
    studies another person
    without having first
    studied oneself,
    how do we know whether our
    instruments are appropriately set?
    How do we know we are reliable?
    We have no proof.
    There's only one way
    of gaining
    access to the truth,
    and that's not
    to expect anything.
    If our intentions
    aren't pure,
    we might end up
    creating monsters.
    Hm. Please excuse me.
    It's getting late.
    For you too.
    Don't worry, we'll see
    each other again.
    Oh, yes. We'll see
    each other again.
    Silver is in the
    final stages of his countdown,
    only 12 hours after the announcement
    of his most recent retirement.
    This unexpected news
    has caused commotion...
    ...all kinds of
    contradictory reactions.
    Those that predicted that
    Silver had come back to stay
    have had no option
    but to accept...
    ...estimate that Silver
    may well have pocketed
    more than four million dollars
    in less than a month,
    a figure that
    would confirm...
    --most immediate
    consequences,
    with prices of up
    to 2,000 dollars
    being asked by
    scalpers for seats,
    a more than dubious record
    being held today...
    ...packed out an hour and
    a half before the start
    of what will be
    his last appearance.
    It is impossible to predict
    an outcome for this...
    ...and it's with
    great expectation
    the verdict from the Scientific
    Paranormal Research Center,
    to be announced
    officially tonight.
    If the leaks get out...
    ...maybe thereby silencing
    more than one skeptical voice,
    and transcending
    once and for all
    the area of mystification
    and the study
    of frontier sciences.
    Science has rarely had the
    chance to study at close hand
    such controversial
    manifestations
    as those which have made
    Simon Silver famous.
    We really have to wonder if the
    spectators presently witnessing
    the final chance to see Simon
    Silver will get' what' they paid-
    Why have you
    come here tonight?
    What are you
    hoping to see?
    Do you think I
    should surprise you?
    Do you think I
    should entertain you?
    What are you
    looking at so closely?
    What do you know about me?
    How much do you believe?
    How much do
    you want to believe?
    I can feel your longings,
    your desires...
    I can feel your demands.
    It is a deep, painful
    urgency of the animal
    forced to live in darkness
    which finally opens his eyes
    and voraciously demands light
    with a howl of rage!
    What is it
    you've come to see?
    This?
    Have you come to see this?
    I feel my veins burning
    with the fire
    of a new understanding!
    We called Ptolemy insane,
    we spat in the face of Galileo,
    we burned Giordano Bruno...
    What did we need?
    What do we need
    in order to learn?
    What makes us
    be what we are?
    What finally makes
    us come to accept?
    What makes us believe?
    Why did you come here...
    today?
    Are you crazy? I shouldn't
    even be talking to you.
    Wait, wait, Ben,
    I'm not against you.
    I--I just need to
    know what you've got.
    You're my student
    too, remember?
    Dr. Shackleton,
    you know I can't talk.
    Listen, Ben,
    I've always respected
    Dr. Buckley's work,
    and Dr. Matheson's.
    I'm not the enemy.
    I'm sorry, Doctor.
    I'm going to hang up.
    Ben, I've got the results
    of nine days of experiments
    sitting right
    here in front of me.
    Definitive results.
    The only thing missing
    is my signature.
    I'm talking about the scientific
    verification of extrasensory perception
    and forces which until today have
    only been seen as para-science...
    I can imagine.
    Do you have any idea what the
    publication of these results
    will mean to Dr. Buckley
    and his department?
    Yeah, I--I guess.
    Ben, if we've got
    anything wrong, anything,
    I need to know.
    What have you got?
    Nothing.
    What?
    - What do you mean?
    - We got...
    nothing.
    Final call,
    we'd better get going.
    I hope the second half
    is better than the first.
    I didn't spend 300
    bucks to see Hamlet.
    - Sally!
    - Ben? What are you doing here?
    Shit, Sally, you don't know
    how pleased I am to see you.
    Tom told me
    you'd be here.
    You should be
    doing this, not me.
    What are you doing here?
    Where is Tom? He's not home
    and he's not answering his phone.
    Did something happen to him?
    Is that SPCR?
    Telepathy booths. I've been
    watching the same images.
    - If you want my opinion...
    - Ben, I don't. Where is Tom?
    With Silver, I think.
    - What do you mean with Silver?
    - At the theater.
    It's nothing out
    of the ordinary.
    He wants you to wait for him
    here, so take a seat.
    He's perfectly all right.
    What's that?
    - What's what?
    - That. There.
    His watch?
    Why would
    Silver wear a watch?
    Blind people wear
    watches too.
    They tell the time
    by touching the hands.
    They checked it.
    It's clean.
    Can you split
    the image in two?
    - What are you looking for?
    - I don't know yet.
    Put the sender on the left
    and Silver on the right.
    That's it.
    Move in on the watches.
    - Can you do that?
    - On the watches? Sure. Give me a sec.
    I can't get an angle.
    Let me try with
    another camera.
    Can you
    improve the quality?
    Mm-hm. Sure. I can
    amplify a single pixel,
    click it up
    with my magic
    and make it so
    bright and shiny
    you need sunglasses
    to look at it.
    This ain't a movie.
    We're in
    the psychology department.
    All right.
    Go to the other camera.
    I'd like to know
    what the hell is--
    There! Stop!
    Shit, Sally. It's a
    recording, you know?
    We can go back and forth
    as much as we want.
    We can chill out.
    - Are you sure they're synchronized?
    - Yes.
    - Completely?
    - Completely.
    What are you looking for? They
    don't have the same time.
    What are the chances
    that Silver and the sender
    are both wearing
    analogical watches
    and that both are
    synchronized second by second
    in millimetric precision?
    hear what I just said?
    The watches don't tell
    the same time.
    Second by second.
    Shit. It's a code.
    They divide.
    They just have to divide the dial
    of the watch into ten sections,
    one for each number.
    When the second hand reaches
    the corresponding section--
    --the sender presses
    the button.
    Silver just has to know
    where the second hand is
    when he hears the signal
    and translate it
    to the position.
    They're in it together.
    Dr. Buckley was right.
    It's a fraud.
    Silver never
    touched the hands.
    The simpler,
    the better.
    Okay, it's right here
    in front of us.
    What was it Matheson
    used to say?
    Results appear when there
    is defective methodology,
    important data is
    inadvertently included...
    ...or improper controls
    are in place.
    They've taken
    something for granted.
    Oh, shit.
    Silver can see.
    Simon Silver!
    Simon Silver.
    Did you really
    need to go this far?
    You will
    know the truth,
    but the truth will
    make you furious.
    Ladies and gentlemen, and
    I don't think I'm wrong
    when I say
    we have a distinguished
    guest amongst us.
    It's okay.
    The young and persistent
    Thomas Buckley,
    as many of you
    may know,
    decided some time ago
    to devote part of his life
    to making mine
    as difficult as possible.
    Am I going too far
    if I say he seems
    somewhat out of sorts?
    I wasn't able.
    In the end I
    just wasn't able.
    But you know that,
    don't you?
    You can't deny yourself.
    You can't live
    in denial forever!
    I tried with
    all my strength.
    Today it will be over.
    For you and for me.
    - I just hope we're both ready.
    - You're a fool, Buckley.
    Are you threatening me
    in front of everyone?
    I'm not like you. You can't hurt me.
    I am the life force!
    I come with the wind
    and I go with the wind.
    Do you want me
    to hurt you?
    Get out of here
    now while you can.
    I don't want to
    interrupt anything
    but I'd really
    like to sit down.
    My arm is hurting.
    Then put it down. There's
    nothing stopping you.
    I just--just I--
    I simply can't.
    Don't believe everything
    they tell you.
    You'd be better
    off sitting down.
    Buckley, how dare you?
    Are you challenging me? Are
    you questioning my power?
    We fill our
    heads with noise.
    Stay where you are. Do
    you want me to hurt you?
    We renounce ever
    knowing ourselves.
    But you can't deny
    yourself forever.
    Isn't that right?
    Buckley!
    Don't you dare
    ignore me!
    Time goes on.
    And you think you have
    all the time in the world,
    that nothing is final...
    But time goes on.
    Stay where you are.
    Don't take another step.
    You're playing with fire,
    I'm telling you.
    You're playing
    with fire!
    But in the end, so much
    time has gone by--
    And you know you should
    have done something,
    and then you wake up.
    Don't you know the kind of
    force you're up against?
    It's already over.
    - Stay where you are!
    - Margaret never knew.
    I don't think you don't know
    what you're up against.
    I never told her.
    She never knew.
    Don't come any closer.
    And now
    everything is a lie!
    Don't come any closer!
    I'm warning you!
    Did you know all along, Simon Silver?
    Did you know?
    Buckley! Buckley!
    That's all I want to know.
    Did you know all along?
    Buckley!
    Buckley!
    Buckley!
    How did you do that?
    Phoney.
    How did you do that?
    Simon, come with me.
    How did
    you do that?
    How did you do that?
    Dear Margaret,
    Even today / 'm not exactly
    sure when everything ended.
    I wanted to cry,
    to feel anger, grief I
    to feel,
    just' like I used to
    A whole life
    denying myself,
    searching in silence
    for someone like me.
    A whole life
    looking for an answer,
    without finding it
    I /earned so many things
    from you-
    But' I forgot'
    the most' essential thing
    How did you know that?
    Because I'm psychic.
    Silver?
    It was me all along,
    wasn't it, Margaret?
    Where did
    you spring from?
    Why are you with me?
    It was me...
    all along.
    You can't deny
    yourself forever.
    You did most of the magic
    by looking in the wrong place.
    I did what
    you'd have wanted.
    But I'll never forgive myself
    for not revealing myself,
    for not at least giving
    you the consolation
    of knowing...
    there is something else.
    But you deserve more.
    Today you deserve everything.
    You can't deny yourself.
    You can't deny
    yourself forever.

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