(thunder crashing)
(phonograph powers up)
(slow ragtime jazz playing)
(mechanical creaking)
(chimes tinkling)
(thunder crashes)
(organ plays hymn)
His world is dark.
He lives in a world
With no sunshine.
No beautiful face of a loved one.
And what about the doctors?
What did they do?
Cataracts came just after I was born.
I was just a kid.
The doctors kept cutting them away.
They just grow back.
So, there was nothing to be done.
Tell me, boy, what can you see?
Can you see anything?
I see the world
As little bits of blue,
Green, yellow.
Then the blackness
Closes in again.
Little bits of day
Surrounded by an eternal night.
Is this what the good book promises?
The good book says, "and a child shall lead them."
Well, not this child,
Because he is blind,
And because all the powers
Of man and his medicine could not heal him,
But I can.
(congregation murmurs)
And I will.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I want you to reach deep down in your hearts.
I want you to reach deep down in your pockets
To help this poor little boy,
And for those of us who work
For the lord.
I want to hear you say,
"I believe."
I believe. People: I believe.
I want to move the earth.
I want to shake the heavens in its firmament.
Say, "I believe."
People: I believe.
Oh, lord, I believe!
Man: Well, I don't.
And neither...
Should you!
Man: Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm sorry to break things up like this,
But what you're witnessing here is a crime.
A crime against every one of you,
And a crime against reason.
Ladies and gentlemen, what you are, in fact, witnessing
Is the work of the devil.
Woman: Oh!
This man is drunk.
(congregation clamoring)
What, uh... What color is my hair?
What kind of jacket am I wearing?
I can't see.
The cataracts-- I'm blind.
Please...
Leave this poor boy alone.
All he wants to be
Is healed.
Well, then...
Let me heal him.
Why would a blind man
Wear contact lenses?
(congregants gasping)
Ladies and gentlemen, any salvation,
Any healing will surely not come from frauds and charlatans,
But if you must give away your money,
Give it to medical research.
There you are, you lying phony!
Do you realize how long I've been waiting for you?
Come back here!
You won't get away with this!
(gasping)
(gasps) wait, wait.
(muttering)
Don't you move...
You better run, fella...!
(woman crying and mumbling)
(grunts)
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(grunts)
Damn you!
You thought you could get away!
You promised to cure me.
No.
No, I didn't promise you anything!
(panting)
It was god's will.
You...
Took everything I had.
All my money, everything!
Was that god's will?
And I'm dying!
(grunts)
(muttering and whimpering)
You did it.
(sobbing): You healed me.
It's a miracle.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Forgive me...
For ever doubting you.
(gasping)
(groaning)
(panting)
Hey!
What's the matter, buddy?
(gasping)
A few too many on the way home?
What's the matter with you, eh?
What's the matter?
(gasps)
(screaming)
(moaning)
(groaning)
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(static hums)
Hold it.
There's a picture. Is it good?
Six months ago...
I was a different person.
It's one of those faith healers. No, no, no-- wait a minute,
But the picture's not so bad. (clicking)
Ryan, what did you do?
Now it's the only channel we get.
Okay, so we've got a choice between this
And wrestling; I'll fix it.
Let me turn it back just for a second.
Would you look at this guy?
Quite the entertainer.
And when I see the suffering...
In your eyes...
A little part of me bleeds.
Fix it, please!
I can't take much more of this.
Patience and tolerance,
I thought those were traditional female virtues.
Just let me see if I can record this
With the vcr.
I can heal...
That is why I have to plead with you brothers and sisters
To open your purses, your wallets and give.
Give so that we can continue to heal.
And I...
Have the power.
The power that courses through me...
...That would burn and sear my flesh...
...Without this protection.
Oh, my god!
I am answered. I am given... What's with him?
I thought I recognized that glove.
The guy looked like he stole his act from michael jackson.
Hmm, it's called the sforza glove.
Never heard of it.
Oh, well, there's no reason why you would.
I brought it back from rome on one of my voyages
From when I used to be in the merchant marine.
It's from the time of da vinci.
This was made for antonio sforza by his court physician.
Sforza... Hmm.
He was an alchemist, wasn't he?
Yes. How did you know that?
Well, I studied
The renaissance italian court at university.
(micki and jack chuckle)
Good career move.
Anyway, it was supposed to provide good health
For the ruling families, you know, for the elite.
At least that's the story they put around.
I don't know that it ever really worked,
At least until it came over here.
But now it heals people?
Mm-hmm, so it would seem.
But I wonder, at what cost?
He's been gone a long time.
I hope he's okay.
Maybe he got lucky.
Jack: I'm going! I'm willing to go!
All right!
Take it ea-- boy, if I were 30 years younger...
Well, maybe 20.
Try it one at a time though, you guys.
Should we ask you how it went?
Oh, it was fine, ryan. It was just great.
Right up to the time that they caught me.
Did you see what they did to those? Look.
Are those your...? My lock picks!
What kind of people would bend a man's lock picks?!
Well, did you at least find out where it is?
I found the office. I didn't see whether
They've got the glove in there.
Aw, hell, micki, I don't even know if I had the office.
I may have been trying to break into a closet.
Well, what do we do now?
I'll try and find another way in there.
You guys keep an eye on the entrance
In case he goes out, huh?
What if he does?
Follow him. See if he's got the glove.
Try and get an autograph out of him.
Make, uh... An arrangement to meet him, anything.
I can tell him about my sick aunt.
Yeah, be very careful, though.
He'll probably have a couple of goons with him.
No big deal.
We can get our bones busted and healed
All in the same evening.
(indistinct chatter)
At least somebody's having a good time.
Yep, sounds as though they're almost done, though.
(door opens) look!
There he is. (door closes)
Jack's got this guy figured all wrong.
No goons, no nothing.
He's just by himself.
Did you see which way he went?
No. Go that way.
(dog whimpers)
Corky, no!
(barks)
Hi.
Hello.
This your dog?
Yes.
Nice dog.
Thank you.
(gagging)
(laughing)
(wheezing, gasping)
You see anything?
No, not a thing.
What about you? Uh-uh.
(corky whimpers)
(whimpering continues)
Ryan: No...
Oh, my god! (gasps)
It was horrible.
Yes, I don't doubt it.
Her face...
Well, it appears that the glove somehow
Must absorb one person's affliction
And transfer it to someone else.
The woman we saw wasn't just sick.
She was dead.
Maybe the glove stores
And amplifies the affliction some way.
And then whoever the glove touches
Gets it in spades.
That's exactly what I mean.
Then we've got to find a way to get to our faith healer
Before he does any more healing.
We can't let this happen to anyone else.
Yes... But we do need help.
We've got to find someone to get us close to fischoff.
I think I know exactly the man we can call on, yes.
Let's go.
No, I have to see him alone.
He's, um... Peculiar.
He's decidedly peculiar.
(chuckles gently)
It's a sinful world,
This world of sodom and gomorrah.
A world that demands sacrifice.
Well, why not sacrifice in his name?
Why not let him smile down on you
For supporting his healing works throughout the world?
We have missions of healing in 26 countries...
(both men laughing)
Jerry, you old pirate. It's been a lot of years.
How the hell are you, huh?
Oh... You came to recertify your ticket?
Because this thing isn't going anywhere, you know.
It does remind me how I miss the smell
Of bunker crude and dead fish.
You haven't lost your drive, have you?
What's this? Homework?
Jerry: Exactly what it is, yes.
After all this time, how many has it been
That you've debunked, eh, jerry?
Well, let me see.
In the last 20 years, I guess
I've exposed about 400 parasites.
And not one of them
Even came close to being the real thing?
No, I'm afraid not, jack.
Just frauds and hustlers
Preying on the helpless,
Extorting what they can.
Well, I guess you just never met up with a real one.
Jack, you and I will never
See eye to eye on any of this stuff.
That's why I like you.
Now, what can I do for you?
Well, I need your help. Stewart fischoff.
Stew fischoff?
Uh, I broke him almost a year ago.
Yeah, well, he's back.
So I've heard. Hotter than ever.
Uh, but jack, contrary to what you might think...
...I can only be at one place at one time.
I'll get around to him, though.
I was hoping that you'd get to him now.
Let me show you something.
You're going to tell me about stewart fischoff?
He's a greasy, little jerk
With a fast mouth and a line he's lifted
From a classic comic book.
He's definitely not somebody I figured
You'd be involved with, jack.
There is a reason. Take a look.
This is our brother, john.
Brother john,
Who will be relieved of this burden.
Why the interest?
Jerry, we've had our differences
Over the years, but now...
Are you going to tell me that this man
Has supernatural powers?
No, fischoff's a fraud, and that's all he ever will be.
We both know that,
But he's got hold of...
An item that lets him heal,
Truly heal.
Huh. (chuckles): Jack...
Is this where you try your magic top hat routine?
Glove, actually.
What?
That glove that he's wearing,
It works, jerry.
It heals.
(sighs)
Okay.
Let's say that for the sake of argument,
You're correct.
What harm is there in that?
It does have some unpleasant side effects.
Oh, I believe you.
I do.
I've seen things, too.
Now...
Should I go out and heal the wounded world?
Jerry...
Fischoff has the glove and it works.
That's why he's become so famous.
That's why he's big
And becoming bigger.
The bigger he gets, the more dangerous he gets.
And you believe
That with this glove,
He can heal with a touch
Any illness,
Any disease?
I do.
Well, then, I think you'd better tell me
What it is that you want me to do.
Stew, I have been very impressed
With your recent success.
Yes.
I'd imagine you would be.
(distant sirens wailing)
Kind of, um, shoots holes in your theories,
Doesn't it?
Well, that's what we'll find out,
Because if I'm wrong,
I think I'm big enough to admit it.
Oh, really?
You mean, after all the humiliation
You've put me through.
Let me tell you something, jerry,
Whether you can accept it or not,
There's a power that is greater than both of us
That is running through me,
Blessing me.
Yeah.
It's called greed.
This time I can do it, jerry.
I really can.
I think you're lying.
You.
Why are you doing this?
Because you're a fraud
And a hypocrite
And I can prove it.
I'm going to break you, stew,
And this time you'll stay broken.
All right,
I accept your challenge.
Have you arranged for someone to be the patient?
Yes, I have.
In fact, I've found someone
Who is terminally ill.
Dying.
What, why did you do that?
This person will die if a miracle is not found.
All we need is an imposter.
I could even do it.
Why do that, if you can have the real thing?
Because there's no way
That were gonna let fischoff actually heal someone.
Why not?
If he can heal, let him heal.
There's always a price to pay, jerry.
First the glove heals
And then the glove kills to pay for it.
So be it.
What are you talking about?
This thing has been set in motion.
I mean, you want the glove, you'll get the glove.
But you don't have any say in this anymore!
Jerry, what's the matter with you?
You want to know
What the matter with me is?
You, you're the patient?
Jerry, you can't.
You don't understand the consequences.
I have no choice.
None.
(sighs)
See this?
Standard marine issue.
Isn't it ironic,
That after all these years of unbelieving,
The one person in the world
Who might actually be able to save me is a faith healer?
Shouldn't he have called by now?
Jack knows what he's doing.
Yeah, but that business with the glove...
...It scares me.
Me, too.
Jack can handle it,
And he's with a friend.
A friend.
A peculiar friend, remember?
I can just see jack with that disease--
Looking like that woman in the alley.
Micki, he'll be fine.
I hope so.
Jerry, you've never been a criminal before.
(chuckles)
I've never been dying before, jack.
That glove, he's gonna have to kill someone.
I can't afford to care about that.
Understand, jack, it's my life.
And for the first time in 20 years
Of arguing about the supernatural,
I hope you're right
And I'm wrong.
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All right, when we get up there,
I want you to stand right outside the door.
If you hear anything, inside fast.
You got it.
You're late.
Where's your patient, jerry?
Did you bring the glove?
The glove?
What about the glove?
It's part of how you heal, isn't it?
Did you bring it?
Yeah, yeah, I brought the glove.
Uh, now I need a patient, jerry.
My time is very valuable.
He's right here.
Heal me.
That's not funny, jerry.
It's not a joke.
I'm dying.
Now,
Can you heal me?
Or are you another imposter?
You're dying?
What have you got?
Is that important?
No, no, no, no, uh,
Look, I can heal anything.
But you must understand, jerry.
All the nightmares,
And all the times
I've spent hating your guts and now,
Now...
I've got your life...
...Right here.
What time is it?
Late.
He should have been back by now.
Yeah, yeah, something's gone wrong.
We've got to go get him.
Ryan, we have to stay here.
Yeah, yeah, that was before.
Look, something's gone wrong.
I knew it.
Something felt bad about the whole thing.
Okay,
So where does jerry live?
What do you want?
You believe, jerry?
(chuckles)
What?
This is what you want, isn't it, jerry?
All right.
Then you play by the rules.
I want you to kneel down
In front of me.
Come on-- I said kneel down.
That's good.
Now, jerry, do you believe?
I believe.
No, no, no, no.
I can't hear you, jerry.
I must hear you.
Now close your eyes...
And say,
"I believe."
I believe.
I believe!
Okay!
And if you believe, you must be healed!
(grunts)
It's still there.
(sighs)
Sorry, jerry.
Gee, I must have used the wrong hand.
Well, maybe next time.
Heal me, or I'll kill you.
Jerry, look...
Maybe you think I'm not serious.
(gunshot)
Boss.
(gunshot)
(groaning)
(gunshots) (groaning, screaming)
(gasping)
(grunting)
(engine starting)
(tires screeching)
(gunshots)
(gasping)
(tires screeching)
(gasping)
(panting)
(screaming)
(breathing heavily)
Oh, no... Oh, no.
(labored breathing)
(gasping): Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
(laughing) help me!
Jerry... Jerry, help me!
(gunshots)
(groaning, screaming)
(gasping)
How convenient.
You got loose.
How did you get that glove?
Doesn't matter-- I got it.
That's all that counts.
You killed him, didn't you?
You killed fischoff.
He got what he deserved.
He was a pig.
What are you going to do now, jerry?
If this glove works the way it's supposed to,
I can heal myself.
And then I'm going to need you.
Aren't I?
(groaning)
Sit over there, jack.
Sit.
Oh, my god.
Quick, he's on board!
(moaning)
It's... Working.
Oh...
God, it's...
Wor...
(gasps)
I'm sorry, jack.
God, jerry.
For god's sake!
(grunting)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(moans weakly)
Pray for me...
Jack.
I will, jerry, I will.
(gasping)
Micki: Jack?
Oh, there you are.
Uh, there's something in here about a cape that...
Jack?
Yeah, I hear you.
Well, I've been reading up about this cape,
And I really think that we should...
Are you all right?
I've known that...
I've known jerry all my life-- he was my friend.
He just tried to kill me.
I'm sorry.
Wonderful, isn't it?
Wonderful, all the things
That my friends have done for me.
There's jerry, who tries
To get me infected with that damned disease,
And then good old lewis,
He takes all the wonderful things
That I brought him here, and he lets them be cursed
By the devil, so I have to run around
For the rest of my life trying to get them back.
Do you want to leave?
Yes, I want to leave...
Except, of course, you and...
And ryan would wind up...
Look...
I understand that you've lost a great friend,
But we've all given up something
For this damn place,
And if all we are to you
Is some kind of a liability,
Well, then maybe we'd be better off without you.
Ryan: Hey, hey... Now, just a...
Hey, hey, will you guys hold on
For a couple of seconds?
Ryan: Micki, jack lost a friend.
He's lonely.
Jack, you're not alone in this world.
You've still got friends.
We're your friends.
Now, will you guys keep it down?
I've got the worst head cold in history.
Ryan, ryan, here.
There's an ancient remedy
That just never fails.
You take a clove of garlic
Picked under a full moon,
You crush it, rub it all over your chest,
Then once down... No, no, no, no, no.
30 milligrams of oreomycin,
A subcutaneous injection.
Chemicals?
Look, I've got a great idea.
Let's have a contest.
You try magic, and I'll try science.
Do I have any say?
Hey, hey, but if he gets worse...
Or dies...
Yes, or dies, then all bets are off, okay?
Yeah.
Uh, ryan...