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It was my father's religious beliefs

that destroyed our family.

We have to be so very careful what we believe in.

Hello.

There's a... there's a little lad coming through to me now.

Come on, come on.

He wants to talk to someone.

Oh, he's a little... he's a little lad

and he... and he's lookin' for his mom.

He's sayin' his name is... is Rob or Robbie.

Is that... Is that you, sweetheart?

Stand up, my love.

Mark Van Rhys is one of the UK's most popular psychics.

He believes that we're making a documentary about his special powers

whereas, in fact, we are investigating the many, many complaints

that have been made against him.

Do what this lady has done

and accept the message.

Mark? Mark, can you hear me?

Oh, just give us a sign.

Scratch your nose for a sec, see.

Oh, thank God for that.

It's Steph, right? The woman's name's Steph.

He calls you mom, but he's... he's telling me

your name is Steph?

Oh, my God.

Is... Is that right, my love?

- Are you Steph? - Yeah.

Okay, so before the show starts

Van Rhys' team have audience members

fill out one of these prayer cards.

There are the name and details

of the person they wish to contact

who has passed over to the other side.

The team then steal this information

and they feed it back to Van Rhys

through a hidden earpiece, which I just hacked into

and, hey, presto, he's psychic.

My blood hurts, mommy.

My blood hurts.

Why is he saying that?

He had leukemia.

Poor little lamb.

Oh, he's got a cheeky little smile, hasn't he?

Yes.

Children often make the best connection

because they're so pure, you see.

He was such a good boy.

He still is, my sweet, he still is.

He says he's happy

but he does miss your cooking.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to interrupt.

My name is Professor Philip Goodman

from the TV program "Psychic Cheats."

Mr. Van Rhys, we have got..

Mr. Van Rhys, we have got proof

that you are being fed information through a hidden earpiece

and you are passing it off as contact with the dead...

- Excuse me, sir. - I beg your pardon.

This is gonna be broadcast on national television.

Can you deny that you were using an earpiece?

That's slander.

I can assure you, you will be hearing

from my solicitor in due course.

His assistant just told him that Robbie

was in Christchurch Hospital.

I can play you the tape.

I'm sorry. Christchurch Hospital!

He's lyin', isn't he?

The idea of us and our loved ones dying

just ceasing to exist is so awful

that we'll believe anything which gives us hope

that there might be something beyond.

That fear is known as existential terror

and the man who coined that phrase was Dr. Charles Cameron.

So why do you think

the voices come through you, Jean?

'Cause we love her.

And how many voices are there?

300.

I moved back in. I thought it would help.

She's only here 'cause she ran out of booze.

Mom.

She fingered herself last night

thinkin' about John Travolta.

Daddy sees everything.

Jesus!

I've seen this before.

Your mother feels abandoned

at the death of your father.

Is she possessed?

No, she's angry that her husband had died.

As for the vase..

...I did that.

The brain sees what it wants to see.

When I saw that clip when I was a boy

it was like a lightning bolt struck me

'cause it was like somebody saying

you don't have to have your life ruled by superstitious fear.

And the way that I'd been brought up, that was..

Honestly, that was a revelation 'cause I didn't realize

there was a different way of thinking.

And, uh, from that minute

I... I can remember thinking that's what I wanna do

that's what I wanna be, that's who I want to be.

The search for the missing scientist

and paranormalist, Charles Cameron, has been called off

three weeks after Mr. Cameron's car was found abandoned

near his house in Filey.

I think it's ironic to say the least

that a man who spent a lifetime

explaining away mysteries became one himself.

I just wish I could have met him is all.

Hello, Professor Goodman.

This is Charles Cameron.

I'm sure you're surprised to hear my voice.

I'm familiar with your work and I need to see you.

I don't have long.

Please come to 79 East Shore

Caravan Park..

Hi, Mr. Cameron. I'm Philip Goodman.

Hello, I'm Philip Goodman.

Come on.

Hello, Mr. Cameron, I'm Philip Goodman.

Hello, Charles.

Hello, I'm Philip Goodman.

Hold on.

Come in.

I'm not paying to heat the street.

Oh, Jesus.

Come in, sit down. Sit down, please.

Hello, I'm Philip Goodman.

I know who you are.

I can't quite believe this.

No? Why is that?

I think like everybody else, I just pre..

...sort of presumed you were dead.

How do you know I'm not?

Can I ask what, where you've been?

- What's happened? - Pour me a drink then.

Pour it from that bottle there.

Bottle there. Pour it!

Okay.

I brought you something.

It's a copy of my latest book.

- I signed it... - Aah.

Just stick it there.

I'm so familiar with your books

and your, your TV work.

I've always felt a closeness to you.

Save those sentiments for your wife and family.

What a surprise. You're not married.

You could always see the truth, couldn't you?

Truth?

I look back now at my work

with absolute shame.

I see the arrogance and the disrespect

with which I went into those homes.

I took pleasure in pulling those stories

those people apart.

I think you're being really hard on yourself.

I have seen your work, Goodman.

You want to know what I think of it?

It's shit.

You are a conceited, weak-willed coward.

Editing out any inconvenient data.

Terrified of anything that doesn't fit

into your tiny worldview...

Okay, I'm done. I came here in good faith because you...

Three cases!

I couldn't explain three cases

that haunt me still.

Now you go and investigate if you dare

and come back and tell me that I am wrong

because I've come to one inescapable conclusion

and that is the supernatural

the unseen forces that surround us

everything that you and I have spent a lifetime

trying to debunk and disprove, it's all true.

Every last bit of it.

Please, Mr. Goodman

I'm begging you.

Tell me I am wrong.

I need you to tell me..

...I'm wrong.

Oh, hello, Tony?

Aye, captain.

Hello there.

Hi, I'm Philip Goodman.

Bang! Whoa! Slow.

Too slow.

Yeah, you look like a teacher.

Do I? Right.

Um, well, technically, I'm a professor.

They bloody insist on calling me that

on that TV show that I do, "Psychic Cheats."

Oh, yeah, that's where I know you from.

- Yeah. - Yeah, I seen that.

Yeah, it's shit.

I'm only joking with you, mate.

I ain't seen it.

I have never even heard of it, sunbeam.

- Professor, eh? - Yeah.

You know, that's the official title

for someone who does a "Punch And Judy."

I bet you didn't know that, did you?

- No, I didn't actually. - There you go then.

The professor just learned something

from the humble night watchman.

And that's what you do, is it?

You're a night watchman?

Actually, I don't wanna talk about it, mate.

Sorry?

I'm just not feeling very chatty, sunbeam.

For fuck's sake.

Oh, did I forget to mention that there was a fee?

- 100 quid. - 50.

Done.

20, 25..

50.

So that's what you do, yeah?

You're a night watchman?

Well, I was, you know, when, um, it happened.

- And now? - Now?

Let's just say that immigration

has made things a bit tough, yeah?

How about family? You married?

I was married for 15 years.

You get less for murder, don't you?

Did you divorce?

She died 23 years ago.

I'm sorry.

If she fell ill now, they'd smash that cancer.

Different world, isn't it?

Yeah. Any children?

Mind your own fucking business.

How many more of these questions have you got, eh, Kojak?

It's worse than getting car insurance, this.

I got a daughter, Marnie.

I was always a big Hitchcock fan.

If I had had a boy, I would've called him Norman.

- How old is she? - She's 30.

Right, so she was seven when your wife died.

That must have been tough.

Marnie is not my wife's.

I had a little bit on the side.

What are you gonna do, eh?

Right. You see much of her?

Well, I'm done here. This is bullshit.

I thought you wanted to talk about what I'd seen.

Tony, I'm just trying to help.

You can't help me, mate.

She's in hospital.

She's been in there five years.

Oh, fuck.

Locked-in syndrome they call it.

Her eyes are open, but..

...everything else is paralyzed.

If I go and see her, I... I don't know

if she even knows if I'm there or not.

I stopped going in the end.

I couldn't handle it.

My little girl.

I'm sorry.

You apologize a lot, don't you?

Guilty conscience?

You wanna..

Wanna tell me about your incident?

You'll think I'm mad.

Everyone else does. Even my priest.

Ah, you don't believe, do you?

It was my last night working that job.

Quarter to 4:00 in the morning.

That is a shit time of night.

Even after seven years of doin' that shift

your body never gets used to it.

That place had a history.

None of it was nice.

Hundreds of years before, it was, um, it was a..

What do you call it? A nuthouse for women.

Mad birds roaming about the place.

Old brasses, drunks

young girls that got themselves knocked up

newborns that no one wanted, thrown away.

Miserable.

In the month leadin' up to that night

two of the new foreign blokes quit.

They said they had seen things.

Did you believe them?

I wish I had. Christ Almighty.

Hello? Marek?

You have to press the button on the side.

Press the big black button on the side, you Russian prick.

Yo, Tony. I am in other building.

Congratulations. Which other building?

Um, the building with the blue door.

Alright. You're in building number three.

Yes, yes, yes. What do I do?

Well, you sit on your arse for the next 10 hours.

Every hour go for a walk round

and then chart it.

Set that timer that I gave ya.

Other than that, you do what you want.

I don't know, read, play chess, learn English.

Okay. Thank you a lot, Tony.

Alright, Marek. No worries.

And then she sat down with a cup of tea

and just went mad.

"That's typical of you," she said.

"Lord Muck, always thinkin' of himself.

"Didn't even cross his mind to ask if I wanted one, so.."

I'm havin' a cup of tea, mate.

What do you reckon?

Was I selfish? Is that what marriage is?

A lifetime sentence of making

two cups of tea instead of one?

Or is it good to grab a bit of healthy me time?

It can oil the wheels after all.

What do you think?

- Mike in Barnet, hello. - Hi, Jeff.

Yeah, it sounds silly, but we like... we like

doing everything together, whatever it is.

Even if it is just getting a Chinky on a Saturday night.

Ooh, fried rice. Nice.

We just love it, slobbing in front of the telly. Perfect.

Oh, thank you for that, Mike.

You mean a Chinese, of course, don't you?

Apologies on Mike's behalf.

But you're right.

Maybe that's the secret of all.

Oh.

How did that..

...I'd have been worth a fortune.

What the..

Ah.

...about, you know, you've got to have this

and you've got to have that

and they forget the simple things

you know, like holding hands.

My husband had a stroke a few years ago

and, um, he has been bedridden ever since

but I see him every day without fail.

I hold his hand, I tell him..

Oh, well, that makes you a saint

you silly old bitch.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Bloody hell.

I don't..

Hello?

Oh, Jesus!

Oh.

Marek? Marek?

Pick up, please, it's Tony.

Hello, Tony.

Listen, have you been over here to this building?

Mm, no. I am in other one.

I don't like this place, Tony.

It feels... bad.

We have, um

we have a word for this back home.

It is zloslivy.

Look, don't, um..

don't let them thoughts get into your head, mate, alright?

Get yourself a radio, sunbeam. Yeah?

Look, I'm gonna, uh, take a walk around, right?

You sit tight for 10 minutes

and I'll call you when I get back, alright?

Okay. Thank you a lot, Tony.

Alright, mate.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Marek? Marek?

Dada?

It is a coma. A probable lock-in.

He is here for keeps.

Just one of those things.

The lights are on and nobody's home.

Marek?

Right, listen.

You've got two minutes to get out of this buildin'

before I come for ya.

Marek, if that's you..

What.. I can't believe this.

Hello?

Oh, what the bloody..

Oh.

I'm not fuckin' about.

Right. Yeah? Yeah?

Shit.

Dada.

I'm comin' in.

Yeah. I got you now.

Yeah.

Let me out! Let me out!

Shit.

What the..

Dada!

Do you know what brought Tony back to the church?

Uh, you know, I am not comfortable

talking so directly about a parishioner.

I'm assuming you have Tony's permission to talk to me?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

But I can..

I mean, I can ask you some more indirect questions

if you're comfortable with that?

- Yes. - Okay. Great.

Um, so..

So what do you think is your responsibility

when a grown man like Tony comes to you and says

that they've had a supernatural experience?

You know, uh, when I was a school's chaplain

I would always say to the boys

"Age is not important to the Lord.

We are all children before Him."

If He wants you to believe

He will send you a sign.

That is what these experiences are.

Signs.

Sure, but..

Uh, Tony, with Tony, uh..

Presumably, Tony told you about his incident?

Of course.

The spirit. The unquiet spirit.

Yeah.

So for a moment

let's hypothesize that that really happened...

Oh, you do not need to hypothesize.

It did happen.

Tony testifies that he saw a spirit

and he changed his ways accordingly.

But in what way is that not real?

Oh, of course, for Tony's sighting to be taken seriously

there's got to be some sort of material evidence.

Because without that, it's, uh, you know..

Tony has got so much emotional baggage.

Baggage? We... We are talking about a man.

Our brother.

I'm so tired of this modern disregard

for the spiritual life.

How unfashionable it's become to believe in anything

other than our own personal gains.

Did Tony tell you what he did after he had that experience?

No.

He went to see his daughter, Marnie, again

the very next day.

And when she heard her father's voice

for the first time in five years

the doctor said her heart skipped a beat.

That, I think, professor

tells us everything we need to know

about the reality of that experience and its value.

You, Mr. Goodman, would do well

to think about that with regard to your own family.

Good day.

Who is it?

Uh, it's Professor Philip Goodman.

We spoke on the phone.

Do you have an ID or anything?

You might not be the man that I spoke to.

I am.

Oh, okay. Here you go.

You sent that to Charles Cameron.

Come in.

I'll be upstairs, mom.

Professor Goodman?

Simon?

Simon?

- Down here. - Oh.

Jesus.

Demon.

- Sit down.

Please, don't touch my books.

God, it's boiling in here, Simon.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I know.

I just get really cold

and really uncomfortable

so I just like it to be as comfort..

I just like it how I like it.

Wow.

Uh, so..

So what are all these..

Where are these pictures from?

They're from... They're from all over.

It's my research.

Stuff that I find on the internet

or books that I'm reading.

Stuff I'm interested in.

I'm just trying to understand certain things.

So it's helpful to have all that stuff out

so I can see it all the time.

Or at least whenever I want to see it.

If I don't wanna see it, I can look over there.

The thing that I don't want..

I don't want people looking at me and thinking

that I'm mad 'cause I know what I saw.

And that's the thing. I'm tired.

I'm so tired and I'm finding it hard

to think straight right now.

But, I mean, I want to talk about this.

I wanna find out about this

but I don't want people to think..

I just want everything to be straight now.

No frayed edges, no loose ends.

All straight. All smooth.

I don't want..

I don't want people thinking that

there's anything wr... wrong with me.

I see.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

So..

...who else is up here with us

in the... in the upstairs room?

No one. It's just us.

No, sorry. In the top bedroom?

- My brother's old room. - Right. Your brother.

So is he still living at home?

Well, Mr. Perfect..

No, he's 25 and married. He's got a flat.

There's no one here. It's just us.

- Sorry, I was just up... - There's nobody here.

I'm telling you there's nobody here.

Do you wanna go and look?

- No. - Fine then.

Can you go away, please? We're trying to talk.

Do you not get on well with your parents?

They don't care about me.

I know you're still there!

Can you help me?

I'll try.

All I need you to do is to just..

...just tell me everything you can about that night.

Everything.

If I can just understand what happened

then everything will be fine.

Okay.

I'm not the same person now as I was. It's..

The world is n... not the same.

Oh, God. I feel like such an idiot.

Why?

Yeah.

I was driving my dad's car.

I failed my test

but I was too afraid to tell them.

I pretended that I had passed.

I was driving without a license.

- Hello? - Where are you?

I'm in the car. I am on the way back from the party.

Oh, thank God.

He's in the car, Raymond.

We've been trying to call you. Where have you been?

I... I'm sorry. There's no reception near Eddie's.

We've been sitting here on shpilkes.

You should have been back hours ago.

Should have been back hours ago!

Oh, Raymond, for God's sake, I'm trying to talk..

Hello?

Hello?

Your mother's gone to bed.

We are very upset.

Dad, I didn't put the phone down on you.

Oh.

And I'm sorry that I'm late.

I just found that bloody housing form for university

that you should have sent in three weeks ago.

You told me you'd sent it!

Well, I... I thought... I thought that I had.

You're a bloody liar, Simon.

You're a liar.

You might be able to schmooze your mother

but you cannot schmooze me.

You lied about that form.

You lied about getting that Saturday job, didn't you?

What are we gonna find out next?

That you lied about passing your driving test?

- Shit. - I'll tell you what.

I'm sick to the bloody back teeth.

Shit.

Don't you put the bloody phone down on me!

I... I... I didn't put the phone down on you.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my..

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

You okay?

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No signal.

Come on.

Fucking O2.

- Hello? National Breakdown. - Hello.

Can you give me the car's registration, please?

Just give me one second.

AG57-EOZ.

Thank you. And is that Mr. Rif-kind?

Rifkind. Yes.

I'm Simon. I'm his son.

Okay, Simon.

And are you with the car right now?

Hello, Simon?

Yes.

Yes, I'm right by the car.

Okay, we have you on the GPS

so we know exactly where you are and we'll be with you

somewhere between 10 and 45 minutes, okay?

Please come as quickly as you can.

Thank you, Mr. Rif-kind. Goodbye.

Rifkind!

What have I done? What have I done?

Hello?

God, I'm... I'm so sorry.

- Stay! - Fuck that!

The supernatural are unseen forces that surround us.

Charles, I've now investigated

two of your cases quite thoroughly.

It feels quite simple to me, really.

The brain sees what it wants to see.

They're your words, Charles.

Tony Matthews is an alcoholic

who's wrestling with unresolved grief.

And Simon is a fragile young man

and from a deeply dysfunctional family

who's on the edge of psychosis.

I understand all too well, Charles

how easy it is to get confused

and to lose faith in one's own judgment.

Especially when we're tired and emotional..

...and unwell.

What the..

Keep up, Goodman.

Thing is, I'm the soppy one if you can believe that.

I wanted kids from the moment we got together

but Maria said, "No, it's not gonna happen, babe."

Maria is your wife, yeah?

Yeah, of course, she is.

Do you know why she didn't want children?

Presumably, you were comfortable financially.

Oh, Jesus.

That's all your lot ever think about, isn't it? Money.

Sorry, what exactly do you mean by your lot?

No way was she getting pregnant

until she was made a partner at the firm.

Her words, not mine.

Priorities.

Someone's got to earn the money

so you brainy poofters can sit around

stroking your chins and pulling onion

out of your arses all day long.

Oh, hang on.

Yeah, I've got to do this.

Right.

Alright.

Can we, please, talk about the incident?

Do you know what they used to call me when I was trading?

- No. - The prophet.

I had a sixth sense of what was going up

and what was coming down.

This isn't about the financial markets.

I know what it is you're asking about.

I know.

Come on then, up there.

I made a killing in the city.

Uh, I built the house. Real investment property.

And that's where the incident happened, at the house?

When Maria finally got partnership

bingo, time to have a baby.

But she was pushing 40 when we started though.

So, yeah, she had left it too late.

She was drier than the Gobi Desert down there.

Still, I said not to worry.

A splash of IVF

get the old baby machine working again.

I'd been to school with the top guy in that field.

So, uh, yeah, 30 grand later, bull's eye.

The old girl is finally up the duff.

Oh, why is it always the last key that unlocks everything?

Hm?

Et voila.

So, yeah, everything was going great

and then seven months in

she suddenly started spotting.

So we pop her into a clinic for a couple of days.

Best care money can buy.

It was more like the bloody Savoy!

So I dropped her off.

Popped home to do some paperwork.

Okay, what time was that?

It was..

Quarter to 4:00, hm.

Hm.

Hm.

Hm.

You're telling me you actually saw that happen?

It's my understanding that a poltergeist

is an evil spirit or an angry spirit.

- Is that true? - No, it's not.

There's absolutely no evidence to support that.

Hm.

The guys at the hospital took Maria in for a scan

but they didn't wanna show us.

They said there were distortions

on the screen or something.

Sorry.

I'm right in the middle of this Chinese thing.

Yeah, so the scan..

What..

A bit, uh, bit chilly, prof?

Sorry, I, uh..

Have you ever killed anything, Mr. Goodman?

Certainly not.

Nothing you'll admit to, eh?

The doctors thought it best

that Maria spend another night in the hospital

so I went back to the house.

I had a stack of work to do.

You're supposed to feel safe in your own home

aren't you, Mr. Goodman?

Do you believe in evil, professor?

I didn't..

...until that night.

Maria?

Maria?

We are dead.

Why aren't you in the hospital?

I managed to get out of the room.

I don't know how long I'd been standing there when the phone rang.

It was the hospital.

I knew what they were going to tell me.

The prophet.

Apparently, the birth was..

He split her in two.

I'm glad Maria never lived to see

what Barty looked like.

That would have destroyed her.

No one believed that Barty would have survived this long.

But somehow life... finds a way.

It's what I've learned, that, uh..

...life goes on.

What?

Fuck. Fuck.

Um..

Mr. Cameron, I didn't know you were here.

I know exactly what's going on.

Oh, thank God. What?

This whole thing's a stupid, shitty hoax to get you back on TV.

It's a way of usurping me.

You are a lonely, jealous, bitter old man, and that's the truth.

Mr. Goodman, you wouldn't know the truth

if it kissed you on the lips.

Well, I know this!

There is nothing in any of these stories

that couldn't be explained away

by any intelligent five-year-old.

Nothing!

You just can't find it in yourself.

Can you, Philip?

You can't find the humility

to admit that perhaps, just perhaps

things are not always as they seem.

And that is precisely my point.

Everything, everything is exactly as it seems.

You sure about that?

Yes.

You don't know everything.

Do you, bubala?

Oh.

Sorry, can we cut?

Who are you talking to?

Philip..

...the brain sees..

...what it wants to see.

Oh, I really wanna show you something.

May I?

Um..

In you come.

Come on.

It will just be the four of us.

You, me, Barty and, uh..

...you know who.

One last chance, Mr. Goodman.

Anything you want to tell me?

About what? I'm..

6, 79, 19?

♪ Jewface Jewface Goodman ♪

♪ Mommy fucked a dog shit ♪♪

Okay, you weren't at school with me.

- Who are you? - Who are you?

Mr. Brain Box, clever clogs

overachiever, living on his own

there's no one there at home.

Dare you turn some of that prize-nominated

never-quite-winning acuity onto yourself?

11, 92, 20?

Ah.

Come on. Ahem.

Wait, wait, please.

I don't like it.

Do you want to go in?

I can't.

That's on my shirt!

What are you doing, man?

- Yuck. - Hey.

Oi, Jewface!

Oi, Jewface!

Come here.

- I've got to go home. - Come here.

I've got to go home for my tea.

Or what? Your fat pig of a mom will eat it?

I won't tell you again, mate.

Get here.

Come on.

I'm not going in there again, Freer.

I'm not going in there again, Freer.

Oh, don't shit yourself. It is not a gas chamber.

Stand over there.

Go on.

Yes!

- Alright, pick one up. - I don't wanna.

I don't give a shit what you want.

Pick it up!

Go on.

Put it in front of your face.

- What? - In front of your face!

Now don't you fucking move.

What are you playing?

What is going on here?

Hey, Kojak! Hey, come here, mate.

Oh, my God.

Come on, mate, quick.

Hey, Kojak.

- Wanna be in our gang? - Can I?

Yeah, of course, you can, mate, if you're cool enough.

Do you think you're cool enough?

Where do you think you're going, Jewface?

- I need to get home. - No, bollocks.

You're staying here.

You're gonna watch Kojak do the 10th number.

Yeah, stay and watch.

Leave him alone, Freer. You know he can't count.

Yeah, I can. I can count to 100.

See?

Right, come here. Come here.

You see that on the side of the Echo?

- What number is it? - Six.

Yeah. Well done. Well done.

That's the first number of 10 different numbers

I've chalked up on the walls in there.

All you have to do to be in our gang

is go in, right the way in, keep walking

until you find all 10 of the numbers

and then remember which is the 10th one, yeah?

- Callahan, there aren't... - Mate!

I just need to remember the 10th one?

Yeah, you only need to remember the 10th one.

Now you've got to look carefully 'cause some of them

are quite far apart. Yeah?

Shut up!

Now when you come out and tell me what that 10th number is

if you tell me the correct number, you can be in our gang.

Yeah? I'll start now.

Now hang on. You're gonna need this.

It gets quite dark in there.

Alright. Go get that 10th number then.

- Go on. - Yay!

Go on.

Six.

Good start.

79.

19.

- What were you gonna say to him? - Nothing.

You were gonna tell him there's no 10th number, weren't you?

No, I wasn't.

I bet you weren't gonna tell him

you shit yourself when you tried it.

So keep it zipped or else..

Alright?

20.

48.

I don't like it. I wanna come out now.

Oh, don't give up now.

Please!

Oh, keep goin'.

I wanna come out. It's really narrow.

Don't you fucking dare, Kojak!

We're not letting you out of there

until you find that 10th number, alright?

Callahan!

Callahan!

You left him to die in there, didn't you?

What could I have done?

Told someone when you got home?

Brought it up in assembly the next day?

How about running into the Echo

to see if Desmond needed help?

It was a fluke, just one of those things.

- A horrible accident. - How convenient for you.

We didn't know he was asthmatic.

The only fluke here is the fluke in his DNA

that left him vulnerable to people like you.

People like me?

I've spent my life trying to help people

tryin' to put back in

tryin' to help people see the truth

in amongst the sea of sentimental lies and crap.

That's...

Don't laugh at me!

I wasn't the one who made him go in there.

I wasn't the one who called him Kojak to his face

and I wasn't the one who wouldn't let him come out

when he wanted to. I did nothing.

That's right. You did nothing.

You passenger.

And since then how have you spent your days, Mr. Goodman?

Reducing life's biggest questions to atoms and molecules?

It is just atoms and molecules.

What else is there, for God's sake?

Hello, here I come.

Here I come.

Barty, shh, it's okay.

Look, look, look.

Look, it's alright. Daddy's got meow-meow.

It's alright.

Here we go, a big one.

Open wide. Open wide. Yeah.

Yes. Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy, Barty.

Oh, there's a good boy.

Mr. Goodman,

for all your clever talk

you're really more scared than anyone, aren't you?

And what you've actually been doing with your life isn't helping others

it's running from your greatest fear

which is that there's more than the here and now

and that every action you've ever taken

or didn't take has had an effect.

It's left a little trace.

A ghost of itself.

That's true, isn't it?

Shh.

Shh.

He's asleep.

- Shh. - Shh.

Come on.

Shh.

Please.

Callahan.

Callahan, I'm so sorry!

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Not, not again.

Please.

Please, please, please, please, please, please.

Callahan, please, please, please.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!

Please.

Callahan. Callahan.

...and just went mad.

"That's typical of you," she said.

"Lord Muck, always thinking of himself."

Yes, I know I missed last Friday night, mom.

I'm sorry. Um, well, you could tell dad

that I will be there this Friday, okay?

Please, mom, I'm at work.

I've gotta go.

Love you too. Bye.

- Ah. - Mr. Priddle.

Ah, yes. "Professor Philip Goodman

"admitted April 13, 3:45 a.m.

attempted suicide."

"Failed self-asphyxiation in his car."

Silly bugger.

Shotgun in the mouth, that's the way to do it!

Oh, better see this.

Mm-hmm.

Ha!

Right.

Neurological examination reveals

fixed and dilated pupils.

So what's our verdict, Dr. Rif-kind?

Rifkind, uh..

It, uh, coma.

Uh, probable lock-in.

He is here for keeps.

Yeah, just one of those things.

Lights are on, there's nobody home.

Well, as my old professor Charlie Cameron used to say

"Let's just hope his dreams are as sweet.

Next room, laddie, next room."

Ha!

Hello again, sunbeam.

Don't mind me.

Love has a way of, um, conquering.

Hi, Jeff. Yes, it sounds silly

but we like... we like doing

everything together, whatever it is.

Even if it is just getting a Chinky on a Saturday night.

Ooh, fried rice. Nice.

Alright.

See you tomorrow.

Be good.

Here we go, sunbeam.

A little change of scenery.