Charlie!
(screams)
- Andy! - Daddy, what's going on?
- We have to go now. - Where's Mommy?
Andy, get Charlie!
- Mommy! Mommy! - Come on.
(gunshot)
Hey!
Let me just shut down.
- Where'd you get the coffee, brother? - Hospital's got a coffee shop.
Tastes like Band-Aids smell.
Love that smell!
Shall we go?
- Aren't you gonna ask me how he is? - How is he?
You could just go up there and then you'd know, wouldn't you?
- I'm gonna be late. Want a ride or not? - Change of plans. I told Dad I'd stay.
Knock yourself out(!)
- Hey, he wanted me to give this to you. - Tell him "No, thanks".
No givebacks!
- Got any victims for me? - Yeah, uh... Mary Conant.
Fresh meat. Congratulations, Mrs Conant, you have just won the class-action lottery.
One more and we close the western region.
- Two more. This one's top priority. - No, no. I already closed this one twice.
Well, Joel wants you to take another crack at it.
She's dead. Did you tell him that?
You don't tell the boss things he doesn't want to hear.
You just do what you're told and keep filling out that timecard.
Morning, Tommy.
Sarah.
I'm sorry. I got caught up.
Really? Let's see.
No, come on. Let me see.
We have... Zinc: A history of the vertical retort-smelting process in America.
Ooh, hard to put down.
It's fascinating.
- Where'd you find this? - Somebody just left it on the table.
Well, it's a PhD thesis and unpublished theses go in the?
- Come on, you've worked here a week. - In the morgue. I can just put it back.
Thanks, sweetie. Take care.
(knock)
- Hey, Joel, you got a minute? - Vincent! Come on in.
- How's the west coming? - We're down to the last names.
Good, good. You know, I need those people located by the end of this week.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about. This file came back: Charlene McGee?
- I sent it back. - I've cleared this file twice already.
- There was an explosion in 1989... - No body was recovered.
But according to the coroner, the fire was so hot it'd have consumed even the teeth.
It'll slow us up if we waste time tracking down a corpse.
The head of R&D requested we make another effort on this one, Vincent.
What does R&D have to do with the settlement?
- Not a thing. - Then why?
Look... Vincent,
I pay you to find these people, whether it's easy or not. Yes?
- Yes. - Then find her, Vincent.
- Shut the door on your way out. - Yes, sir.
Tommy?
- You startled me. - I found another one.
If people would just put things back in the first place.
- Having any fun yet? - Are you kidding? I'd do this for free.
James Richardson?
He's drawing a pension from Millington College, but they've no address on file.
- So, how does he get his money? - He collects his cheque and cashes it.
Sounds a little paranoid.
Well, I just figured you'd stake out the registrar's office and wait for him to show.
OK, but I've gotta go to Reno to close Conant.
Can't hang out hopin' he pops up. You go.
What? I just find them. I'm not authorised to cut a cheque.
But you haven't found him yet, have you? It's only a two-hour drive.
Do I have a sign on my back today or something? Fine, I'll find him.
Joel didn't cut you any slack on McGee, huh?
Nope. You want her, you can have her.
Just make sure you bring a shovel. Bye.
(girl) I can't believe you did that. That was so stupid.
- I'm stupid now? - Yeah, you're stupid.
- But I like stupid. - Hm?
- Excuse me. - Just gotta put the book back.
OK.
Did you see her staring?
God.
My name's Vincent Sforza, with Systems Operations Corporation.
Our records show a James Richardson took part in an experiment here in 1979.
A lawsuit was settled in conjunction with that study
and he stands to receive a large payment.
If you wanna leave a message, we can pass it on when he comes for his cheque.
I don't suppose I can have a phone number?
No, we don't have that, and even if we did... Try the phone company.
That's the first place I tried.
How often does he come in?
You know, one time, he didn't come in for a whole year to get his cheque.
Once, he came in three times in one day, so... who knows?
Does your office have contact with other people from the programme?
- Anyone who might know where he is? - No, but if it's names you're lookin' for,
you might try the records. They should still be on file.
Oh, that'd be great. Do you know where I could find those?
- I'm sorry. - Whoa! Sorry.
Sorry.
We call the archives the "morgue".
Of course, that's not the official name.
I suppose an official morgue would have dead bodies in it.
Do you know, most of these documents used to be classified.
It wasn't till the past year that they became public.
Of course, they're not catalogued yet. We don't have the staff for it.
It's a struggle to get students these days to major in library science.
- I can imagine. - Not just at Millington.
There's a nationwide shortage of librarians.
- It's a national disgrace. - Here we are.
Et voilą.
Great(!)
'79.
OK. Let's see what we got.
"Sixth in a series of blind tests conducted in 1979, Lot 6 was tested on 12 students
with ages ranging from..."
Blah, blah, blah. Come on, gimme something.
"The results were an immediate and verifiable increase in..."
Psychic abilities?
"Positive results from Lot 6 were offset by drastic side effects."
"One subject died during the initial test from self-inflicted wounds."
"Of the survivors, six developed severe mental illness,
and three committed suicide within two years."
(# rock music)
Where'd you come from?
(moans)
- I have to go. - What?
I gotta go.
- Have to go? - I have to... go!
Hey, wait a minute. You can't just work me up like that and then take off!
Hey! Come on!
You bitch!
- You have to stop it! - I don't want to.
Charlie, you have to stop this!
I can't.
(phone rings)
- Uh, this is Vincent. - I got your package.
- Hey, brother. - Where'd you get the tape?
The library at Millington. But I didn't have a machine to play it.
Can you do a transfer for me?
- Already done. Check your mail. - Ah, you're a digital god.
Hold on a second.
- Hold up. - Vincent, what the hell is this?
I don't know. I haven't seen it yet.
You didn't do anything illegal to get it, did you?
- No, not really. Why? - Just play it.
What is it?
- So what the hell are we looking at here? - I don't know.
Looks like some kind of experiment.
- This is riveting. - No, just keep watching.
Doctor!
(screaming)
Next time you send me something like this, would you put a warning label on it?
- Let me call you back. - Bye.
(librarian) No, it's not a problem. Of course not.
Sure thing, yeah. OK, then. All right, bye-bye.
- Documents are gone from the morgue. - What's been taken?
- I'm not sure. Who's been in there? - The signing sheet's right over there, so...
Tommy, um...
Tommy.
Joseph spent his entire life in pursuit of science.
The university's reaction? An absolute disgrace.
Mrs Wanless, people forget it was a different situation.
Exactly. The Soviet Union had already made tremendous advances in this area.
The Lot 6 programme was an opportunity to narrow the gap.
- What sort of drug was it? - Dilysergic triune acid.
One of several new psychotropics tested.
I don't recall the others.
But Joseph thought Lot 6 was a real breakthrough.
He felt terrible for those people, of course,
but you have to make sacrifices for knowledge.
Did Dr Wanless keep any personal records of his research?
Of course. Come with me. This way.
I kept all of it just as when he was alive.
Do you know if he did any follow-up on the Lot 6 programme?
Lot 6, that's here.
This is what you want, right here.
- May I? - Oh, yes, certainly.
"Surveillance was maintained on the four subjects who demonstrated
no overt adverse effects."
"Mary Conant, Andrew McGee, James Richardson and Vicky Tomlinson."
"Unexpectedly, McGee and Tomlinson were married that year
and produced one child in 1980, Charlene McGee."
Charlene McGee wasn't part of the original study?
No, she was a mistake.
"Charlene McGee, aka Charlie McGee, aka The Firestarter."
"In 1989 it was determined that the child had unprecedented..."
What's pyrokinesis?
She lights fires, with her mind.
"She was remanded to the custody of the state."
"Her dad refused to cooperate, resulting in the incident at Manders Farm."
Is there any more on Charlene McGee?
Yes, there's a film... somewhere.
Joseph saved everything. He has more pictures of that girl than our own boy.
(doorbell)
I'll just be a moment.
Could you hit the lights, please?
(Andy) They've found us.
- Hi, Charlie. - Go away.
- Go away and leave us alone. - Can't do that.
- And you're fresh out of places to hide. - You can't have her.
It's not up to you. We all want what's best for Charlie. Don't we?
- Come here, honey. - You're not taking my daughter!
Charlie, stop it! Charlie, listen to me. Stop it!
- Charlie! - I can't.
Charlie, you have to stop it.
I don't want to.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- Well, sit down. - No, I'm OK.
I'm OK.
You sure?
Yeah, it was just the... the lights. They made me dizzy, is all.
Have we met before?
No.
- You sure? You look very familiar. - I don't think so.
I'm Vincent. Sforza.
Tommy Andrews.
Miss Andrews is doing her thesis on my husband's research on psychic potential.
- Out... outside the library. - What?
That's where we met. I bumped into you.
Oh, yeah. I work at the library.
- There you have it. - So what is your interest in Dr Wanless?
- I'm doing a follow-up study. - What are you following up?
- An earlier study. - Mr Sforza is looking into the role
Joseph's research played in winning the Cold War.
You know, maybe I can save you some work.
Cos there's no reason why we should both have to dig through all this raw data.
I can send you a summary when I'm finished.
Well, that's sweet, but I'm looking for very specific information.
Really, you're both perfectly welcome to examine my husband's files
for as long as you need.
(mobile rings)
It's me. Would you excuse me?
- If I could take these and make copies... - Oh, now, you know I won't allow that.
I've found some of the stuff we didn't have access to.
Some of the original files from the study.
It's pretty disturbing. Some of the things they did to these people...
And this relates to finding Richardson - how?
Because I'd hate to think you're wasting my time.
There's addresses in those files. I could find Richardson through his relatives.
Who knows? I may even find Charlene McGee for you.
That would work for me.
We still have concerns about Radiant Thunder.
Staging the test in an uncontrolled environment.
Is it too late to move the operation to a government facility?
It was designed to fight the undeclared wars of the 21st century.
That means hitting targets in the midst of a civilian population with total surprise
and complete deniability.
Testing it on a government facility defeats the purpose of the test.
- But the target: A bank? - That's correct.
You're using these children, the most advanced weapons ever, to rob a bank?
It's not about the bank. Think about what robbing a bank entails.
Crowd control, penetrating a hardened structure, targeting a specific objective.
We understand all that. It just seems so...
- Mundane? - Mundane, yes. And totally deniable.
Nonetheless, we may have to postpone this.
According to your reports, there are participants that must be accounted for.
- They're considered security risks. - And they will be accounted for.
Gentlemen, thank you for your time.
I have to get back to work now.
Excuse me a minute, gentlemen.
Well, John, they didn't do me any favours in there.
So... where are we in tracking down the previous test subjects?
We've found virtually all of them.
"Virtually" means the opposite of what it sounds.
We will locate all the surviving test subjects before Radiant Thunder.
- Even Charlene McGee? - With all due respect, McGee is dead.
With respect, Joel, you don't know anything.
Even if she were alive, what makes you think she's a threat to Radiant Thunder?
When she was ten,
she could produce 20,000 degrees of spot heat in less than three seconds.
Enough heat for concrete blocks to explode.
I'd say that makes her a threat, wouldn't you?
Aren't you letting your imagination run away with you?
Joel, my job requires an absolute lack of imagination.
- John's here. - (boy) Hi, John.
Oh! Oh, there's my boy.
There he is. Whoa!
- Look what I did. I took out his brains. - Oh, yes, you did.
Here's the cerebellum. Then, here's the cerebrum.
And then here's the medulla.
- Can I have a puppy next? - Oh, well... if you're a good boy.
Oh! You're a heavy lump.
There, down you get. Now, let's see how Cody's doing.
How's my boy today?
- Can I get you anything? - (boy) Why does he get all the attention?
We can all do stuff. He doesn't do anything.
Yeah, I mean, what is so special about him anyway?
Soon.
Why don't you tell us a story about Charlie?
- Those stories are so stupid. - Oh, be nice, Paul. Be nice.
- I like it when she burns stuff. - The farm's the best: She burns people.
All right, then. Come on, gather round, gather round.
Now, does anyone know what happened to Charlie
after she burnt up the people at the farm?
She burnt up more people.
No. No, not quite.
Well, do you give up? Do you want me to tell you?
No.
Hey, stop it, you two. Just stop it.
Well...
Charlie and her daddy ran away.
They went someplace where nobody knew them.
Charlie was very lonely.
Then a big bird saw her from way, way up in the sky.
And it swooped down and grabbed her with its golden claws.
It took her to a... magic castle.
And in the castle there were toys and games and friends.
But Charlie didn't want to play.
- No. - Why not, Charlie?
My daddy told me not to.
And since Charlie wouldn't play,
nobody liked her.
Charlie was all alone.
(quiet sobs)
There you are.
- Don't cry. - Why not?
Because they can see you. You don't want them to see you crying, do you?
I don't care.
Do you know what they're gonna do?
I hope they kill me.
No, you don't.
Yes, I do. It's my fault Mommy's gone and Daddy's gone.
Because I'm bad.
Look at me. Look at me.
You are not bad.
You're a very beautiful girl, with a very special gift.
A great gift.
They're dead because of me.
Your daddy's not dead.
He's here, in a cell, like you.
Yeah. I could take him a message, if you want.
- How? - I take him his food.
Why would you help me?
Well, I... I don't have that many friends.
I mean, everybody should have at least one great friend, right?
Besides... I know how you can help your daddy.
Just give 'em what they want.
- No, Daddy said... - Listen to me.
You give them what they want - just a little -
make them really need you,
then you get what you want.
- My daddy? - That's right.
It's up to you.
What's your name?
John.
John... tell my dad I'm OK. Tell him I love him.
OK, Charlie. I'll tell him.
You've got an intuitive grasp of child psychology.
It doesn't matter whether she cooperates or not.
She's far too dangerous. She ought to be eliminated.
Nobody kills that girl but me.
- Mary Conant? - (woman) Who's asking?
Gil James. I'm with a company called Systems Operations.
- What do you want? - I've got a cheque here for you.
A class-action suit. Some study you took part in.
What are you saying? I never joined any class-action suit.
I guess you must have been one of the folks
they just included along with the ones who filed.
Because you were part of the study, right?
I'm not interested. Please go away.
Are you sure? I mean, this is a lot of money.
Go away! Or I'll call the police.
Oh, I'm sorry you... feel that way.
Go away.
Would you like something? I could make some tea.
That'd be great. Thank you.
Excuse me. Would you pass me that?
Green one.
Thanks.
So what's so special about Richardson?
Just a name on my list.
You have a list?
The people who participated in this study won a huge class-action suit.
My job is to find them and compensate them.
Do you think that makes it all right?
No, but at least it's something.
- Who else is on your list? - McGee, Charlene.
- Do you know where she is? - Yeah, I think she's dead.
- Terminal burnout. - You think this stuff's so funny, huh?
Well, not that she's dead, but...
I mean, some of this other stuff?!
I mean, come on. "Once the girl's cooperation had been established,
Charlene McGee participated in several tests to verify her pyrokinetic ability."
"Lgniting, in succession, a five-kilogram block of wood,
a concrete brick, and a 1985 Ford Escort."
- Guess a Pinto would've been too easy. - So you don't believe it?
What, human psychic potential?
- Do you? - What do you think happened?
I think it was a scam to get research funding.
And Wanless made up this psychic-power stuff
so he could justify what he was doin' to these people.
I have this tape and, you should see, these experiments were horrible.
I think you'd better leave now. Both of you.
- Sorry about that. - Oh, she knew what he was doing.
Wow, you're cynical.
So I'm gonna have to come back and apologise for your behaviour.
- She liked me. - Great. You gonna share anything?
- Why should I? - I'll buy you a cheeseburger.
(glass smashing)
Who's there?
No!
(knock on door)
What do you want? Go away!
(Gil) I'm so sorry. Do you have a cat?
- I just ran over somebody's cat. - God!
Did you kill it?
No. It's alive, but he's hurt really bad.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
I... I think he's crying.
Oh, poor guy...
Excuse me.
You never told me what your research was about.
No, I didn't.
What?
- Do I have something in my teeth? - How about those on your list?
- You give them money? - I don't hand them a cheque.
- I just track them down. - So you don't really know.
(mobile rings)
Hold on a second.
- Yeah, brother. - Hey, what are you doing?
- Having lunch with someone. - Stop that and open your laptop.
It's my brother.
Sorry.
Yeah. OK.
Open the file and push the resolution as far as it'll go.
- Hello, you still there? - Yeah, yeah. I'm in the file.
- What's the frame number? - 220653.
- You see it? - It looks like someone threw a clipboard.
- What's the big deal? - Look a little harder. Come on.
What the hell's that?
Topnotch work. The shadows line up, there's no matte lines.
I don't think they could fake somethin' like this in '79.
I don't think they did.
Hold on. Tommy? Tommy! Yeah, brother, let me call you back.
Tommy?
Tommy, you OK?
Did you see her face? She didn't even know what was happening to her.
- Well, I told you it was bad. - I knew somebody who was a part of it.
Really?
- Who? - They weren't part of your list.
I'm sorry. I never even thought of them as people.
I wanted to help them, or find a cure, or something.
That... that's why you wanted the files?
And how are you supposed to find a cure?
I mean, it's not like you're gonna open up the files and find red kryptonite.
Red kryptonite?
Green kryptonite kills Superman. Red kryptonite takes away his powers.
You're thinking of gold kryptonite. Red kryptonite does weird stuff
like split Superman in two and turn him into a baby.
You like Superman?
I like Batman more.
Really? Why?
Cos he's an ordinary guy.
And cos in Dark Knight he kicks Superman's butt.
Yes, he does.
Listen, I don't know if it'll help,
but I don't just have the tape. I've also got these files.
You may not wanna look at them, but you're welcome to.
OK.
Yeah, it's Gil. Tell Rainbird I have just closed the Conant file.
Well, I couldn't manage the note, but I think they'll buy suicide.
I mean, why not? Check her file.
She's already tried it twice. Third time is charm.
Nice kitty cat.
Find what you were looking for?
Not... yet.
That's not a file.
Oh! Is this your father?
- Yep. - Well, he looks nice.
He took a nice picture.
Is he dead?
Not yet.
What'd he do to you?
- You don't wanna hear about my dad. - Sure I do. What happened?
The usual.
What's "the usual"?
The usual, uh... Dad was never there for me.
He cheated on my mom, then left. Treated my brother and me like we didn't exist.
The usual.
How old were you?
What? When he left?
Nine.
Oh. So you basically grew up without a father.
- Basically. - Pictures are... funny.
You look so close and you hate him.
I don't hate him. I can't forgive him, but I don't hate him.
- I'm sorry. - It's not your fault.
I'm still sorry.
- You still play football? - No. No.
I ran cross-country in high school.
Oh.
I lettered.
Why is that funny?
Come here.
- I have to go. - What?
I have to go.
We can stop if you want.
What are you doing?
- Did I do something wrong? - No. I can't do this.
Wait a minute. Hold on a second here.
Wait a minute. Talk to me. What are you doing?
Please don't touch me. I like you, Vincent. I don't wanna hurt you.
What?
Tommy!
Joel.
Sorry to wake you. It's Vincent Sforza.
I found McGee. Charlene McGee. I found her.
Wait, wait, Joel. Don't put me on ho...
(phone rings)
Yes?
Really?
You'd better put him through.
Hello, Mr Sforza. John Rainbird here.
Congratulations. I hear your persistence paid off.
Yes.
Do you believe in destiny, Joel?
No, sir, I believe in cash flow.
I wonder what Vincent Sforza believes in.
- Tell me something about him. - You have his personnel file.
Does he appear to be... trustworthy?
He seems honest.
No... that's not quite what I mean.
I've told him to bring in Charlene McGee, to "persuade" her to come in.
We don't have much time before Radiant Thunder.
If he's located her, we'd better send somebody in to handle it.
Charlie cannot be "handled".
If you're counting on him to deceive her...
No. He thinks he's trying to help her.
You see, it's easy to tell a lie when you don't know what the truth is.
(knock on door)
It's me, Vincent. I need to talk to you.
(softly) Go away.
I know who you are.
You're Charlene McGee.
Come on, Charlie, open up.
Can I come in?
I like the fire extinguishers.
Very Andy Warhol.
- Are you leaving? - No.
Listen, this company I work for? They've got top scientists.
If you came and talked to them, I'm sure they could help.
I can take care of myself.
You can't just run away like this.
You saw the film.
- I can't tell what happened. - I killed two people.
- That's what happened. - They were trying to hurt you, right?
- They were just doing their job. - You were ten!
They won't charge you with murder.
No, they don't wanna punish me. They wanna use me.
- At least let me get you the money... - Don't touch me.
You're afraid, aren't you? That's good.
- Charlie! Charlie, wait. - Go away!
- Look, I'm just trying to help you. - Why?
Why? I know what it's like not to have anybody you can trust. It can get lonely.
Everyone who's ever helped me is dead because of me.
What's your idea of lonely?
OK, fine. You win.
All I'm saying is these people can have the cure that you've been looking for.
"These people"? Your company?
Am I supposed to trust them?
What's your alternative?
What? You think you're gonna find it on your own?
This could be the best shot you have.
Gold kryptonite?
I'm gonna be with you every step of the way.
Nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to have happen.
Will you at least think about it?
Just think about it.
- She's coming in. - Congratulations, Vincent.
- Good job. - Thank you.
I'd like to be there for the initial meeting.
- You would? - Told her I'd meet her there.
She's, uh... had a rough life. It's difficult for her to trust people.
- And she trusts you? - I think so.
The thing is, Vincent, we have trained psychologists that do this,
and they follow a very specific procedure.
- I'd like to talk to them. - You have Richardson to find.
Let's stay focused here, OK?
Ah, before I forget. Who restored that video file for you?
- My brother. - Your brother?
Well, he did a good job. That's good to know, Vincent.
Thank you, Vincent.
How about the people on your list? You give them money?
(Vincent) I don't hand them a cheque. I just track them down.
(Charlie) So you don't really know.
How can a name not be found? I put it there.
- Yeah? - Yeah, Gil, it's Vincent.
Hey, Vincent. Heard you found McGee. Kudos.
Thanks. Yeah, um... Listen, I've been doin' some book-keeping.
Not exactly your department, buddy.
Yeah, I know, but... I can't find any of the payments.
Vincent, A-P has several accounts that we use for disbursements,
and we're trying to keep this class action hush-hush.
There's nothing on Conant or Smithers - none of the people I found.
These people were paid. Everything's been taken care of.
All right? So don't worry about it. OK?
- Vincent. - Yeah, OK.
Got any victims for me?
No.
Oh, God.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.
Before I forget. Who restored that video file for you?
(phone rings)
- Hello. - Henry, get out of your apartment now.
- I'm making soup. - I'm not kidding. Just do it.
- What is this about? - It's about that tape. Leave right now.
What? The "men in black" are gonna come get me?
Will you just please leave?
I'm gonna download the tape.
Henry, leave the tape. Just go.
You can't enter. This is a private facility.
I'm Charlene McGee. They're expecting me.
Building 14. Through the town, on the left.
- The town? - Yeah... the town.
Charlie.
Just look at you.
All grown up.
All right, Charlie. Let's go.
- Where? - Don't you trust me?
Daddy!
Daddy.
What's wrong with him?
They drugged him.
I'm in a lot of trouble, Charlie.
They know that I like you more than I should and...
they know that I've been helping you.
But, they're gonna give me one last chance.
What?
Come here.
I don't even like to ask you this.
What?
Well,
they want to use your power against a person, Charlie.
- No. - That's exactly what I told them.
But then they said if you didn't, then they would kill me.
So, that's why I brought you down here so that you could see your daddy.
Because when I'm gone... you're never gonna see your daddy again.
I'm sorry I let you down, Charlie.
- John... - Yeah?
- I'll... - He's lying. Everything he says is a lie.
He's the one who took you from me.
He's the man who had your mommy killed.
That's enough.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a dying man?
You've lost her.
Charlie, wait.
Wait! No! Nooo!
Wait!
- I saw you die. - You saw me burn. It's far more painful.
Oh, don't worry, Charlie. I forgave you a long time ago.
I hope you've forgiven me.
You...
you killed my father.
I didn't want to. He wanted to die, and he tricked me.
And he left us both to take the blame.
You still twist everything. You haven't changed.
Oh, but I have. I used to look into the eyes of dying men for...
for something to bring purpose to this life.
God, I suppose.
What do you want with me?
I want you to help me fill the void, Charlie.
What?
I want a god to judge me. I want a god to damn me.
So...
I'm going to make him.
You... you're gonna make God?
You were the first step, but we've come a long way since then.
You're serious.
I want you to come back.
- Charlie? - Ah! Mr Sforza.
We have you to thank for this happy reunion.
No, Charlie, this isn't what it looks like.
Henry?
Hey, buddy.
I've already talked to Joel. We're offering you a promotion.
Oh, dear. Gil.
Mr Sforza, you do realise that aiming a firearm at your employer
is grounds for immediate termination?
That makes sense.
Well?
Well, what?
Shoot me.
I didn't think so.
Run!
I swear to God, I didn't know anything about this. You've gotta...
Shh.
Come on.
- What the hell is this? - I told you she'd come.
- Shut up. - She knows.
They're like me.
- Don't shoot me. - Nobody's gonna shoot anybody.
We're just gonna go out the way we came.
I wasn't asking you.
I'm telling you - don't shoot me.
In fact,
why don't you shoot yourself?
In the foot.
- Vincent! - Very cool.
(piercing screams)
Frankly, I don't see what the big deal is.
I'm disappointed. I'd even say I feel...
cheated.
- What about you? - Definitely cheated.
All right.
Let's see what you've got.
My feet! My feet are on fire! My feet are... my feet are on...
(piercing screams)
Get down. Get on your knees.
Stay.
You look just like I thought you would.
Can you stand?
(man) Vincent! Come on out!
We don't want to kill you. Mr Rainbird wants you alive.
But make no mistake. You're not leaving this facility.
OK, OK. OK, here's what we do.
Vincent, put the gun away.
What?
You don't need it.
Vincent!
All right.
Now lie out on the ground.
No.
- No? - No.
But you can run, if you like.
Charlie.
Is that inside you all the time?
I'm sorry you had to see that.
Is that you too?
No.
That's not me.
What are you?
Charlie.
- You know what I can do. - You know what I can do?
- I don't wanna hurt you. - I don't wanna hurt you.
I mean it.
What are you?
- Don't make me do this. - Charlie...
Charlie, stop it! Stop it!
What'd you do?
- Let go. - More.
Let go! Let go. Stop it.