Fearless Page #5

...don't so much believe in God

as they choose not to believe in nothing.

Life and death...

...they happen for no reason.

We may think that...

...people are born

because their mothers wanted them...

...or because God needed

another home-run hitter for the Giants.

We think that we die...

...because we eat red meat or rob banks.

Though we can never be good enough...

...or careful enough to live forever,

at least we can try.

But if it makes no sense, if it...

If life and death just happen...

...then there's no reason to do anything.

There's no reason to love.

What?

There's no reason to love.

My car's across the street.

Let's go for a drive.

No. No, I can't.

The doctor told me I can't go nowhere.

You'll be safe.

Do you read the papers?

Everybody with me lives.

You must think I'm very stupid.

No. I'm not lying.

I can't explain it but...

...you're safe with me.

So, what are you telling me?

There's no God, but there's you?

Come with me.

Carla, I promise you'll be safe.

This is a German car?

Swedish.

It's very sturdy?

It's a very safe car.

And I'm an excellent driver.

Never been in an accident.

Not while I've been behind the wheel,

anyway.

- And you know what?

- What?

It doesn't mean we'll survive this ride.

Because even if I do everything right...

...even strapped into this marvelous

technology of reinforced doors and roof...

...we could still be crushed.

That's reverse psychology, right?

No, it's the simple truth.

In fact you're not safe lying in your bed.

Remember '89? The next one could be

ten times worse.

You said I'd be safe with you.

You're safe.

We're safe because we died already.

Stop the car.

Please, just stop the car.

I'm not dead.

Let me out.

No, you're not. That's not what I meant.

Look.

Look at them.

They don't know what's it's like

to die in their heads.

We do. We passed through death.

That's bullshit.

I didn't die in my head.

My son died.

I wasn't thinking about dying.

I was thinking about...

About what?

About how he died?

Now hit him. Hit him, now!

Hit him. Right now!

Two in a row. Awesome.

I'll die!

Don't die, we'll get "game over."

- I died.

- Let me try.

I got to Level 3.

Then he died.

- Where's your mother?

- I don't know.

Byron's dad called.

He wants to bring him over later.

Do I have to play with him?

That's the weird kid your dad saved?

He comes here practically every day

and hangs around my dad.

Go.

Hi, darling.

I didn't know you were home.

- Did you meet with Dr. Perlman?

- Yeah.

- Did you talk?

- No.

He took me to meet a woman

whose child died in the crash.

I thought the idea was for the two of you

to sit down and talk, one-to-one.

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