Prophecy Page #4

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I love you.

I love you so much, I wish there were

more of you.

Well, I could easily

put on 20 pounds.

I mean, I wish

there were more of us.

I'm sorry.

It's something

I want to discuss.

- Now?

- Why not now? Everything's so perfect.

You know how I feel.

When I was a child, my mother told me I had to

eat everything on my plate...

Because there were

starving children in the world.

It didn't make any sense to me.

Now you tell me

I mustn't get pregnant...

Because there are starving children in the world,

and that doesn't make sense to me either.

It does to me.

You're afraid, aren't you?

I don't know.

I don't know about

a lot of things anymore.

I feel like...

I've been going around and around a racetrack

at a hundred miles an hour.

And I wound up

where I started.

No one else was in the race.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

What's wrong, dad?

- Turn that thing off. - But you said

I could play it for another ten minutes.

Just turn it off.

What is it?

- Nothing.

- Can I turn it on again?

Yeah.

The soil's a clay base.

I'm sending samples on tomorrow.

Yeah. Oh, listen, Vic.

I'm including a couple of

tissue samples from the raccoon.

Check 'em out for me, will you?

No, I examined 'em, but--

No, it wasn't rabies.

I don't know what it is,

but there's definitely something wrong.

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, you should be.

Oh, she's fine.

Talk to you tuesday.

Mr. Vern.

- My name is John Hawks.

- I remember.

I'd like you to come with us,

if you would.

- What for?

- I want to speak with you.

Right here will be fine.

Are you afraid of us?

Somewhat.

- Because of what you've heard? - No, it's not

what I've heard, but what I've seen.

You've heard we're drunks,

we're violent,

And that we're murderers.

That's what they're saying

about us in Washington,

Because they're discounting

our rights with these lies.

I can understand

how you must feel,

- But my work here has nothing to do--

- Are you deaf?

Like the rest?

I'm a fairly well-educated

person, Mr. Vern.

I was educated

at your schools.

I studied your laws,

I perfected your language.

Of course, your laws have

never really applied to us, but, um,

Your language, it seems to have been wasted

in the Indian's mouth,

Because, uh,

well, you refuse to hear.

- Why is it you refuse to hear?

- Oh, I can hear.

But I can also see. You seem surprised

that people think you're violent.

- The violence is always provoked.

- By whom?

- It was necessary.

- It was suicidal.

Tell me, uh,

for what you believe in,

You willing to die?

Look. I'm here to study

the environment.

What's your concept of the environment?

Is it rocks?

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