The Skeptic Page #5

- No, no.

Y... no.

You were fine.

I just... you could be so m...

oh!

Oases!

- You lied to me.

- God damn it.

- Understand?

- Oases, please.

- What's in the briefcase?

- Just some New York State

precedents

on the succession of property.

Listen...

- I apologize.

It's just, she's very high-strung

but really quite gifted.

She is very gifted.

Hold up, Mr. Becket.

Could you hold up a second please?

Listen, so the girl's an eccentric.

So what?

- You think this is about the girl?

It's your entire operation.

- Really?

- Representing to a dying old woman

that you have answers

to questions you don't have?

Giving supernatural significance

to noises in her house?

- No, not supernatural.

Natural.

- We told her we could give natural,

scientific explanations

to whatever she heard.

- Scientific, paranormal, ESP,

psychic...

- Yes, they're as scientific as gravity.

They're just not yet fully understood.

Go look up

the US military Star gate Project,

their Sony Zapper lab.

Don't get me wrong.

We're not looking for ghosts here.

What we do is science.

- I know a little bit

about accepted science, Doctor.

Who is officially behind

your mind reading lab here at DIT?

- Oh, I get it.

You're contesting the will.

That's what this is really about.

You didn't get the money.

- No, what this is about

is you taking advantage

of an old woman whose faculties

were failing.

- Faculties?

She was more lucid than you.

- Tell you what.

Wear a blue suit when you

sell that to the jury.

- You're a close-minded man, Mr. Becket.

- And why is that, Doctor?

Because I don't happen to think

your fringe lab is the real deal?

- No, because you don't think.

You know.

And that's where

you give yourself away.

[metallic clink]

[door creaking]

"Though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death"...

"The demon walks here. "

[scoffs]

[door creaking]

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Hey!

[laughs]

- Why is he sent?

[indistinct whispering]

[clicking noises]

Do you believe it's him?

Please.

What does he want?

- What does he want here?

- That's...

[crashing]

[phone beeping]

- 911.

What's your emergency?

- There's someone in my house.

- What did you say, sir?

Someone in the house?

- Yes.

[phone beeps]

- [whispering]

In the trunk.

Look in the trunk.

Old trunk.

Old trunk.

- Hey!

Hey!

[horn honks]

- Get rid of the flake factor.

- Oh.

- May I talk to you for a minute?

- Give me the room, would you, guys?

- First of all, I'd like to apologize

for last night.

I came on too strong.

And for that I'm sorry.

- Hmm.

Did something happen?

- Let's just say

that I now understand how my aunt

could have become confused

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