Raising Cain Page #3

- No.

Nobody's gonna let their kid

go to some snake pit in Norway

to be part of some

developmental study.

It's not a snake pit.

Do you think I'd let Amy

have anything to do with this

unless it was completely safe?

No! But I can't believe

that Jenny's going along with this.

- Let's just forget the whole subject.

- Well, don't get mad, Carter.

- Bless you.

- I'm not mad.

We're friends, remember?

And, as a friend, I'm telling you...

the whole idea is crazy.

I mean, how did you think

that any sane parent

would allow their kid to be

part of something like that?

Karen, do you realize

that no one really knows anything

about personality development?

Everything up to now

has been pure conjecture.

All we psychiatrists do is chase cows

after the barn door has been opened.

Here, for the first time,

we'll have an opportunity

to observe what happens,

when it happens,

and precisely monitor

the psychological consequences.

Well, not with my kid, you don't.

Oh!

- Sorry. You all right? Hang on.

- Oh, God! It's in my eyes!

I've got the wheel.

I'm so sorry.

- Karen... Are you all right?

- I've got something in my eye.

- Oh, it hurts.

- Oh, here. Let me have a look.

Look up. Now, look down.

It's just the tiniest bit of dirt.

- Oh, it hurts!

- Here, just keep your eyes closed.

I'll... I'll get you a...

I'll get a... a tissue.

Are the kids okay?

Don't move!

They're fine. They're fine.

They're fine.

So sorry. I'm so sorry.

What's that smell?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Kiss her.

- What?

You've got about five seconds

before those guys are in your face

and what do you think you look like,

killer? Go on, kiss her!

Ooh! Well done.

- When did you get out?

- Move over.

Isn't this pleasant?

We just gonna sit here all day?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm saving your ass, that's what.

I was just supposed to come along

as an observer.

Right now,

what I'm observing is very odd.

Twins brothers chatting

in the front seat of a car,

while the driver

is slumped over the wheel.

- What is wrong with this picture?

- I don't need you!

"I don't need you!"

Let's get out of here, Carter,

before we're seen...

because, believe me,

we'll be remembered.

You can drop me off at the next

corner. I could use a drink.

- Don't follow me anymore.

- "Don't follow me anymore."

- Stop that!

- "Stop that!"

Stop it!

All right, all right.

- Jesus.

- Oh, Carter...

You're a thankless dope.

I was only trying to help,

which, of course, I did.

This thing you're doing

means everything to the old man,

and you can't f*** it up.

- I'm not f***ing anything up.

- Oh, really? By the way,

what were you planning on doing

with the little missus here?

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