Seeing that we all already know in order to debate
ancient and ardent question: does God exist?
There is perhaps no more contentious issue that we could consider.
Agnostic astronomer Robert Jestrell said
...astronomers now find themselves in a corner
because they have proven by their own methods that the world became abruptly and
and at which you can trace the seeds of every star
every planet, every living thing on-- in this cosmos and on earth.
And they have found all this has happened
as a product of forces they did not hope to discover.
If he says no persuasive argument
for the existence of god has ever been advanced or produced
without convincing
no argument in favor stands has been proven without a doubt,
or to stand the testimony...
Nothing... There was no god...
...there was no vacuum
there was no twirling mathematical...
...doctor Jestrell has said from Oxford.
There was nothing.
There is no explanation
for the origins of our species, for the origins of our cosmos,
for the origins of own selves, there is not one explanation left
which requires existence...
Do you know that they keep on saying that the human brain has the same elements?
Why are some carbon based molecules conscientious and others are not?
If we are just molecules in motion, how do we have human freedom?
William Cornwall from Cornell
He is a materialistic Darwinist, he points out that we don't have any human freedom.
If all we are, is molecules in motion.
O f course Darwin used creationist interviews, he actually says--
Einstein, he used god imagines when he spoke...
Of the extraordinary majesty...
How could you even think of giving such a lecture?
On basic principles of quantum theory, that's how.
You are putting all of us in a very vulnerable position.
Really?
Denying the existence of god might be a bit offensive to Monsignor Bastini.
My research will finally provide the answer.
-Will it, really? -Yes.
What are looking for, has already been answered.
Really? What scientific journal might I find that answer?
In the Holy Books.
- Far beyond your scientific journals. - Again, the god bit.
Oh, slow down.
I thought you like it, my god, you bet!
God, no! Nothing's up there guiding us, or eternalizing, or protecting us.
Nothing, it's just us.
Hands on the wheel, please! Mum, leave him alone!
How are you ever going to convince the faithful,
when you can't even convince your own family?
I research through science, all will soon realize this centuries old hoax.
All history is god's, but Roman, Greek and Egyptian are on mythologies rubbish heap
and your god, your Christ, no?
Is this conversation necessary?
Listen to your music.
Your so called scientific proof.
Are you ready?
The self-existing dimension.
There is no such thing as self existed.
Everything has to have a beginning!
An unimaginable explosion of a self-existing gravitational dimension.
From the galaxies, planets, dinosaurs, cockroaches, eventually us.
Out of nothing.
Actually he wrote the
Always was, always will be.
Mum, please stop distracting, I'll be late for the game.
You still have nothing to show for your misguided research.
Ah, Misguided? Because I use my own mind?
Exposing our daughter to your atheistic absurdity!
One must find her own answers.
The only answer! --God.
The answer isn't god!
Really?
Then what about your lecture tomorrow?
I would be careful with that answer.
My student just might give you a not so gentle shove through gates of hell
I will take hell if there was one, to open their eyes to the truth.
No-oo
Bastini just might give a not gentle shove to the gates of hell
Closed my eyes to the truth.
-It's not her dead husband? -Yeah
Yes, a self-existing gravitational dimension of such complexity
that it avoided detection, until now.
Hawking's research?
His, also my own.
Hawking's conclusion's unproven nonsense.
Exactly, what about Lennox?
Professor of advanced mathematics at Oxford who called
Hawking's research something out of Alice in Wonderland.
Oxford has been known to produce a looser every now and then.
whoa!
Surely, it's all a matter of one's perspective, isn't?
Absolutely not.
If it was matter of one's perspective, there would be too many variables.
Truth, however, is truth. I'm sorry I don't
recognize you. Are you registered for my class?
I'm just auditing. Self-existence and all that, is mind bugling
I'm actually majoring in Medieval History. I'm signed to professor Algada.
Rinaldo.
Then you may audit. Tell him I said 'hello'.
Now, where was I?
One truth and only one. And it's God.
Yeah!
This is a class on astro-physical science, isn't it?
So, let's get back to the realities of astro-physics, shall we?
- God, Jesus Christ is our reality, professor. Yeah!
A lot of disagreements with your reality. Disagreements
which has lead to centuries of bloodshed.
I don't see any blood shed in our class room.
Not yet.
How funny. Come to think about it, the competition between science and religion is
sort of like 'track meet'.
oh, come on! - Why not? 1500 meter relay.
For team science we have Madam Curie, Max Planck, Niels Bohr,
Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking,
Ah, Hawking's a cripple. That guy can't even walk, let alone run.
Da Vinci, first name Leonardo, substituting for Hawking.
God has his own relay team.
Exactly. He's been winning the big ones for centuries.
- Yeah! - God's relay team, okay.
I happened to have taken a number of courses on the history of Catholicism
as an undergraduate at St. Catherine the Divine
Big tip on Papal infallibility, so let's give
God's advocates their best shot, shall we?
- A team of infallible popes. - Ahh
Be careful, professor. This is St. Genesius, remember.
Who can forget.
OK, so here we go. So a team of infallible popes.
At the start I'm leading Alexander the sixth,
who enjoyed fornicating with the sisters of Dorothy,
Next the baton goes to August of Damascus the
first, who forced nuns into prostitution.
Damascus then handed the baton over to Benedict the ninth,
who enjoyed sodomizing animals.
And tearing up the tract we have nine others, who...
decorated his house with sculptures of...
...sodomizing young boys
So here we go...
I'm sorry
God, god competing with science in never ending conflict.
It's you science that created the conflict.
Wrong, Chandler, science is truth but being plumped with a conflict
since you are a little babe, it's now hard to accept the truth, the truth of science.
Our God, our Christ are myths?
Of course not. Our faith in the resurrection of Jesus Christ
provides us with truth. The truth of everlasting life.
Sorry dear students, but everlasting life is not a reality.
It is nothing, but wishful dream grounded in irrational fear of death.
Believe in God in the resurrection of his son, Jesus Christ is not a wishful dream.
All protection for you Chandler
Before long your god will be in the same mythological bed of quick sand
as Dina Ballantor and that character with horns and fork tail.
Oh Gosh, all mythology is rubbish.
How can you reconcile placing God in mythology's rubbish heap?
Not believing in the after life, after the accident.
As hard as it may be, on our death, we become nothing.
Fertilizers for the earth, for deciduous daisies and shrubs.
Lunches for beetles,
No heaven nor hell
just fertilize our lunches.
Your focus of today's lecture
On a physical realities of our cosmos.
These are true realities, I confront them dearly.
I'm sorry, monsignor,
Tell me,
Do you find it satisfying
To refuse godly principles concerning the cosmos,
in the impressionable minds of our youngsters,
I do what's required in my position as a professor of astro-physical science,
but wouldn't you rather discuss this in private?
I can dismiss my students.
Madam, St. Genesius stands as a holy bastion of truth and openness.
Students, stay!
Of course. How can I be further assistance to you, Monsignor?
I will be reviewing one of the university's most noted programs.
Yours, professor Markham.
An undeserved compliment.
There are the foundations, whose generous
donations have fueled your research projects
Only upon the academic statue of St. Eugene's
enabled by your leadership, Monsignor.
We'll be a curious servant of God.
I recently had my assistant checking into the backgrounds of your supporters.
All such is filed on university's grants and contracts office.
Yes, but I'm still involved in opening our students minds to the eternal glory of God.
Sometimes the financial dealings of the faculty just slip by me.
Had I known, I would have sent all copies directly to your office.
Here we are, oh, a considerable grant to you, Professor Markham.
From the National Free Though Society for your research.
And I quote
'On the Determination of the Natural Origins of Life. '
Natural origins.
That particular research was for reaching conclusions on strength of theory.
So nothing to do for offering St. Genesius adherence to the commandments of God?
I wouldn't put it that way.
Oh, no, oh well.
I am known to making a mistake every now and then.
But here. Another grant to our professor Markham.
We have a research into ethical origins now.
From the Jeffersonian Humanist Foundation.
The Jeffersonian is the most known...
That Jeffersonian designation, would that like any chance refer
to former President Thomas Jefferson?
I believe it does.
Yes, well. Remembering my early priestly studies
on satanic influences and world governments
wasn't Mr. Jefferson the most notable atheist?
Or does my memory serve me correctly, professor?
I should have refused the grant?
An open question, you tell me, will you?
--Silence!
Madam, if you please, the benefit to our students
It funded various student research projects and made appearance in .
But on another note, monsignor, and I mean this most respectfully.
I would have appreciate if you would refer to me as 'professor'
or if you prefer as 'doctor' upon my PhD on astro-physical sciences.
I deeply appreciate the omission of the word 'Madam'
What do you see as your role here St. Genesius?
To give my students the basic understanding of scientific principle.
And the purpose behind the scientific principles?
To enable my students to thoroughly analyze natural phenomenon.
Oh, the rationale of your teaching acquired from your PhD days at Trinston
No, my undergraduate days at St. Catherine the Divine.
St. Catherine is really the most elegant institution for young Catholic women.
Particularly absorb what St. Catherine had to offer.
I was able to absorb the advice of someone you hold so highly,
And who might that be?
The author of Isaiah. Chapter one, verse 18.
Come... let us reason together, saith the Lord.
Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.
Here you find the connection of the passage of Isaiah and your science.
Yes, the guiding word was reason.
So was your interpretation of Isaiah's reason to form blasphemous attacks
upon our Lord and son Jesus Christ, oh yes, Madam.
Yes, you see Madam, unbeknownst to you, I have been listening to your blasphemy.
Huh? It appalls me and it appalls the institution you are employed by.
You are here to teach the value of reason. The reason of Plato, Copernicus...
The reason put forth of Isaiah was a command directly from God.
A command! To think as he would think
So we may humbly serve before him and find his divine guidance.
I am here to teach reason, logic, all that is embodied in true science.
What about God? What about his commands?
Your God is nothing but a fairy tale. Fairy tale of non existing
God is not non-existent. And that is the message to be delivered at St. Genesius.
And still is.
Monsignor, I am a scientist, that has been honored with international reputation
astro-physics as my subject matter is science, not hocus-bocus.
Our divine Lord, hocus-bocus!
You see, and I almost forgot. I'm having a
lecture here in Hankins on Thursday at 11 A.M.
You are more that welcome to attend. I will
try my best to concentrate on the scientific.
While skipping all the hocus-pocus.
Madam,
Madam!
Let us pray.
Do not cast away from your presence, oh God.
Do not cast away from your presence, oh God, my...
Nor take your Holy Spirit from here...
And such as be seeded within her by the forces of darkness
darkness...
Laura. You scared me.
What's the way to get your attention these days.
I'm sorry. My research is so frustrating.
Is it worth it?
Yes. Yes, it is worth it.
Hey, hey, hey!
Sit
What?
Trying to prove there is no God?
People are calling you a devil worshiper.
Some even say you are the Antichrist.
What do you think?
I don't know what to think anymore.
I'm so lonely. I need my mother.
I don't worship devils.
I haven't gone crazy.
And as far as Antichrist goes, if my research goes as planned
We'll see.
Mum
This has to stop. I'm at the breaking point.
Hey, here.
Are you expecting someone?
No.
- Andy
Will you take Andy for me, please.
[door bell
[Laura, would you put him in my room, please.
- Come in -Here.
Something to wash away the Bastini virus.
̇ I heard what happened.
Thanks.
I'm sorry about Andy, I don't know why he behaves so aggressively, only around you.
That's true
maybe you should off him.
You know, to the vet. Give him an injection or something.
Rinaldo!
Anyway, Bastini?
Ignorant hypocrite. Right out of the inquisition.
Monsignor is not that nice.
He insulted me in front of my students. Threatened my job.
Then you acquested your goal.
Bastini feels the rumbling beneath his throne.
Closer.
I wonder. Seems if the final piece of the puzzle just keeps slipping away.
We'll have it.
Maybe sooner than you expect.
After all these years, what if-- I'll fail?
What if Laura is right?
Keeping door of hell seems to be all too real.
Noel was a remarkable man, Jeanine.
But about his god, he was-- he was wrong.
Very wrong. You won't fail.
To pree astro physique you always wanted. Someday, it will yours.
I pray. Seems like it thrifts further and further.
All those that have come to believe there is no god are here.
Supporting you on your journey.
My journey?
Stay with it, Jeanine. You'll get there.
Able to predict the future, Mr. Nostradamus?
Trust me.
Nostradamus had it right.
Ever since Noel died, I haven't been much of a mother.
And not a good teacher and not a very good friend.
I know.
I should really get some rest.
Whenever you need me, just...
Yeah, and thank you again for the wine.
About your lecture tomorrow. Be very careful.
Bastini just might try to give you a not so gentle shove through the gates of hell.
Where did you hear that?
Enjoy the wine.
Santo Lucifero.
Very nice bottle
But the journey is worth it.
Thank you for being-- so encouraging.
You have nothing to show for your misguided research.
There is no such thing as systems...
Out of nothing... Nothing... Nothing...
Ax at the heel of your feet
Always was, always will be...
Always was, always was...
̇
Professor Markham, I heard of your recent encounter with Bastini.
Your research is leading you to the conclusion
that creation has nothing to do with god.
Now what is needed by you is the final proof.
Irrefutable proof, that will once and for all end the god-myth.
After a great deal of thought, I have decided to reveal to you
what you have sought for so long
Enclosed find the directions to my home for next Saturday seven in the evening.
I don't keep a phone, so if you arrive, fine.
If not, so be it.
Very truly yours, Jessica Dormender
Mum, why are you up so late?
There was a letter at the door.
Supposedly from Jessica Dormender, but I rather assume someone is playing.
Jessica Dormender?
Ah, come here. She was one of the greatest...
Awarded the Pree in '51 and '52.
Break through in relating Space time pulses with time travel.
Sort of like backing up the camera.
Then she just disappeared, dropped off the face of the earth.
The FBI couldn't find her?
Hmm, although they searched, but Dormender was never found.
Until now, maybe.
She's got to be eighty, ninety even.
That's if she is alive, if this letter is legit.
What, whoever she is, has to say?
That she's got the answer.
To what?
Creation, the beginning of everything.
What you have been after forever?
Hmm, even longer than that.
And that she wants me to visit.
Visit her where, though?
In Doxton, three or four hours from here.
Sounds fishy, Doormentor or whatever she's called.
Disappears for all these years and no one can find her.
But now she tells you where she is.
Hmm. Weird, huh.
Probably just a sick joke.
You could be with one of your friends, couldn't you?
My friends wouldn't know Jessica Dormpoop...
-Dormender. -If she dropped on their laps.
Hmm.
But what if it were Jessica Dormender?
I better call Rinaldo and have him along.
Could use his support.
Couldn't be...
Could it?
What if it was?
We need to get to bed.
son
Ah, Did you see that?
What?
Andy
Andy?
We are good 150 miles from the dog.
Calm down.
What's going on?
I saw him.
Saw who?
Noel
He was trying to tell me something.
What?
I don't know. I just saw him for a moment.
Noel is gone.
You must accept that, Jeanine.
Maybe I should drive.
Right at the next round.
There it is.
Yeah
Here it is.
Andy?
Andy is it you? Andy, come here, Andy.
Come on.
How did Andy get in this bloody house.
Patience.
here I come. I'm coming.
Professor Markham! Come in!
Doctor Dormender.
Welcome! I've been expecting you.
You are alive. I wasn't sure.
Well of course, I'm alive, I think.
Uh-huh! Still pretty frisky, eh?
Amazing, I can't even do two.
Jeanine.
Put your coats on the hooks.
Thank you.
Come in.
And please, no more Doctor Dormender it's Jessica.
Now, How about some nice hot tea, it will warm you up.
And you can have a bit of my cake.
Jessica, you really shouldn't have troubled yourself.
No trouble, sit down.
Thank you.
I would like to introduce you to professor Rinaldo Algado
He's a fellow faculty member at St. Genesius
It's an honor, Doctor Dormender.
And may I ask you, what is your field of academia?
Dabble a bit in Medieval History.
Rinaldo is far too modest. He is actually acknowledged of being
one of the world's leading authority on the Spanish inquisition.
His writings are a major reference on the subject matter.
Particularly 16th century instruments of...
...Persuasion.
Yes, the ax.
My husband's collection.
From one of the more blood thirsty North West Alaskan tribes.
It is said that their throwing technique was so developed,
that they split open the skull of a polar bear at fifty meters.
Fifty meters!
You have a charming home, Jessica.
Yes, my husband I have enjoyed it for many years.
Oh, Mr. Dormender will he be joining us?
No, you are confused, there is no Mr. Dormender
Dormender was my maiden name. I kept it after I was married.
My husband... Oh... You must have heard of him
Doctor Professor Sebastian Stillwell.
Sebastian Stillwell is your husband?
Celestial Mathematics, Astro-Physics, he's an icon.
Stood out from the crowd, Sebastian did.
Including Albert Einstein.
Nineteen forty nine. A big year.
Sebastian was far ahead of his time.
Einstein was odd. Begged for an appointment.
Visited us, had lunch with us, downed several glasses of snaps,
Einstein snaps?
Albert loved his snaps.
What he was really after, however, was Sebastian's opinion
on possibility of mathematical imbalance to the time theorem
Albert was so pathetically confused about essential mathematics.
Sebastian felt sorry for him, tried to put him on the right track.
But Albert, always so stubborn, stuck to his theory.
That must have been what lead to his mistakes in the Theory of Relativity.
Good for you.
Anyway, Albert bid to join our team.
We declined. Sebastian felt our research had left Albert far behind.
Albert was almost in tears.
Uh, Jessica, you really, you shouldn't have...
-Gone to this much trouble. -No trouble.
Now, if you're finished...
Let us get to why you came here.
Follow me.
Here we are.
No need to panic.
Just look.
You have to look or you might miss something that is really important.
There, matches.
You can sit in the leather chair if you like...
Sebastian used to sit there, when he was into some of his most original concepts.
Like Einstein I was reversing the predominate gravitational effects.
It seemed like the only possibility.
Einstein was wrong, I was wrong.
Uh, yes, in front of me, what I've been after all these years.
And what you're saying is what the church has been fearing forever...
Jessica you must make this known.
I could, for sure I could... But I won't.
Being raised first baptized meant standing at the fore front of faith...
And then to realize that our search had led to conclusions...
That proved, irrefutably proved...
There was no God.
Well.
Jessica, what you have here will finally end the myth.
Yes.
That's why I'm making this research available to you.
What was that?
Furnace trouble.
Seems to be getting too hot lately.
Nothing to worry about.
The furnace guy will be coming soon.
A gentle tap on the floor.
Must move one of the pipes, stops that damn rumbling.
-there's significance in it all. -I could, but I'm not going to.
-But Jessica-- -No, never!
I invited you here, because it is you who must make this known...
With your preeminent position in the world of astro physics...
You'll be credited with the appropriate perception.
Besides, Sebastian and I could never deal with the publicity if...
We were the ones put forth that finally put the dagger in God.
-Jessica, you deserve-- -No.
This is for you and for you alone to take the credit.
But... The inclement might come with it, maybe even the pree.
- Likely. - Didn't I tell you Jeanine?
Didn't I predict it?
The notoriety that comes from fame.
Sebastian wouldn't much care for that.
-But Jessica-- -No.
Final no.
Now, do I have your agreement or not?
And if not, the search remains here.
The papers which you took notes are only part of the answer.
There is more... That will clearly irrefutably...
Validate the no God concept.
And...
It is in my hands.
My ace in the hole.
So?
Do we have an agreement?
Good.
Now, you better be getting home.
It's a little bit of a ride back to Saint Genesius.
Jessica I really don't know what to say, except for thank you.
No need for thanks, no need.
My thanks will be the results of all I've given you.
Thank you again.
Look after than furnace problem, Jessica.
Seems a bit impatient.
Furnace repairman will figure it out, he's pretty good at his job.
atheistic, I'd love to hear them.
I haven't heard one yet.
How does something come from nothing, with extreme fine tuning.
What is the explanation for that?
All we know is how little we know.
That's been for many years my definition of an educated person.
Someone who knows enough to know who ignorant they are.
- Uh, Arthur Edington-- - It is a wonderful thing.
unless we agree to multi...
based on his static universe model, missed the target...
In actuality it was self existing gravitational
factors which were the very beginning.
The first heart beat if you will, of creation.
Issues that were once unresolved are now conclusively resolved.
So where is your research heading, professor?
If you're right?
Be assured they are right.
Now that the God thing was dealt with, the possibilities are endless.
For me there are scientists everywhere...
How entertaining.
Your so called evidence it's just not even understandable.
But you have to admit, Monsignor, that what professor Markham presented...
- It's overwhelming outlets. - I'll admit...
It's more like an overwhelming exercise in scientific gibberish.
Self-existing gravitational...
Something rather in
Einstein's comilog...
Cosmiracle...
Constant...
It's just gibberish no matter what.
You question, Monsignor?
Professor... Doctor...
Or as you prefer, madam...
Do you have any...
I emphasize, any...
Irrefutable proof...
Of this dubious proposition of yours, of self-existence...
I mean I could make you 100 more likely and call it science.
Even witch craft.
Taking on, to the Monsignors question...
Professor, have your calculations, would they be of science or...
As the Monsignor characterizes it, witch craft.
attaches to the Monsignors indications to a non-existing God.
there has not been a single such institution that has disproved my findings.
you research is rubbish!
It's complete rubbish, it's convoluted!
shall we say, understandable?
And you for allowing such nonsense.
To be spoken as truth, and shame on you madam.
For not knowing your place.
I...
Pray to the good Lord.
To spare you his wraith.
I'm... Finding...
Difficult... Now to repeat... That purely...
Got to go.
Uh, thank you Monsignor Bastini.
Professor Markham, thank you for this enlightening interview.
Of course.
And thank you, our viewers...
For tuning in.
We were at the streets, very early this morning,
when all this started, around 6:50am...
So now all around me there is just trash all in the city.
Streets were trashed, and police responded to it.
You!
You couldn't leave it alone, could you? You had to take God from us...
Hey! What are you doing you crazy son of a bitch!
religion no longer offers anything important.
I think that is exactly wrong.
Does God exist?
With me, yes it does.
It must do.
He must do because--
Mom, are you with me!
Yes of course I'm with you.
I don't believe you.
-Well I'm sorry Laura, but the truth matters-- -And what about me?
Don't I matter?
Like dad, I wanted to have God in my life.
Doesn't it mean anything to you?
it's nothing but an attempt to ward off the realities of death.
Somethings, even if true...
Don't need to be exposed.
But you are too selfish and wrapped up in your science understand...
I am sorry that you feel that way...
But you must know, that you, not Science...
Are the center of my life.
Then show it.
Hey, hey! Do not walk out...
The Istle Physic Committee is pleased to present this year's recipient...
I am proud to present, Dr. Jeanine Markham,
with this distinction for conclusive research entitled 'A Final Cosmic Answer.'
I would like to thank the committee...
For bestowing all my research to this great, great honor.
But I must confess, that in carrying out my research to it's conclusions...
It's always been a serious concern of mine...
To prove that God is not in fact the creator
to all those who believed in a God...
To take away something so special...
Though it be fiction...
Was not an easy task.
But my final determination was and is...
That truth...
Is all.
And that has led me to this great...
Award in which you give me tonight and for that I thank you.
What a month!
The piaster physic, all of it, it's fabulous!
Fabulous that my daughter won't even talk to me anymore.
Your daughter?
Jeanine...
Keep your mind on now.
You've turned the entire world upside down...
Something's bothering me, I just don't know what it is.
Because of you, no one gets rid of it...
Thousands of years...
Making us play his game, forcing us to pay the privilege.
He's foolish.
I just don't want to cry.
He's only the 17th director.
Breathe. All will be beyond soon.
Also believed in God. I clinged on to him as the last hope in this miserable world.
I never gave them much thought.
Think about yourself, Jeanine.
Think about the pree.
I've taken God from them, they frighten me.
Like they've lost a child.
Yes, their only child.
But your research has shown that it was a child that never existed.
For centuries', a false image.
But no perhaps... Something...
Real.
What are you talking about?
Oh nothing.
Come on, let's dance.
Please leave your message after the tone...
Press any key to end...
And that's your fault, I hope you're happy.
I hope you're fucking happy!
I'll burn your fucking house down.
Give you a taste of how you'll spend eternity.
Andy!
I'm coming.
Patience
Mommy will be down in just a moment.
That's the trouble with youth today...
No patience.
I keep telling you, you got to be careful, playing with matches.
Don't want to burn this dump down, do we?
What?
Jessica Dormender, Dormender house...
What happened to it?...
What are you talking about?
You look so much like her...
Younger.
You're Jessica Dormender, I visited you at your house and...
Now it's no longer there...
-You're so much younger... -What's no longer there?
-What are you talking, about lady? -You're Jessica.
What are you trying to do with your Jessica crap?
You better leave before I call the cops, bitch.
You, you were ancient now you're so young, and you're,
- you're voice! - Ancient?
I'm barely 20-years old.
Have you hit your head or something?
Madame.
You know besides, it's really later.
What?
You're not going to leave?
Sebastian.
You better come here, there's a crazy lady.
Something about a Jessica ancient she said...
What is it madam?
You, you're Sebastian?
You're... But you're a student in my astro physics class...
And Sebastian Stillwell he's got to be 100-years old, he's got to be dead.
Dead? well you sure didn't act dead a few minutes ago...
The bitch has been calling me Jessica, saying I used to be ancient.
Now she thinks she knows you...
You must be mistaken, madam.
Is there anything we can do for you?
No.
Well shucks Jeanine.
It's great seeing you.
Twang? Samuel Clemmings, it can't be you...
Space time suspended animation does the trick.
Well as for being dead...
I'm still pretty frisky for being dead.
Your reputation and courage has struck an accordion in my heart.
Albert, it struck a chord in my heart.
This can't be real.
It's what we call suspended animation...
Where am I?
In a world that is blind.
In my child I speak for all of us when I say, that you have enriched science.
- Aristotle, it can't be you... - Anything is possible, Jeanine.
Anything and everything.
Your writing is a natural motion. A motion that requires an extreme cause...
Self-existing concepts, makes you live like them...
Your research of self-existence, far exceeds my infantile efforts.
Come along, Jeanine.
Let me introduce you to one of your loveliest supporters.
-Madame Du Barry. -It's a great pleasure...
To meet such a remarkable woman.
And so charming.
Indeed.
Madame Du Barry haven't we met somewhere before?
No, oh no, it's impossible.
I would never forget such a remarkable and charming woman.
Mr. Twang I'm sure I've met Madame Du Barry somewhere before.
I'm so confused, where did you say I am?
You're in the world of the irrefutable.
-And you're all here-- -To support you!
And to help you on your mission.
But why?
Did you not swear on the path, faith is chosen for you...
And everything is present in such proper order.
But the 666 on the research...
Is this real?
Surly it's all a matter of one's perspective, isn't it?
-I know what I saw... -Jeanine.
What does 999 look like?
-Upside down. -Yeah.
When the bottom is the top,
and the top is the bottom.
The bottom is the top and the top is the bottom...
Well now I, I see it clearly.
Yeah, that's how you see it.
999 upside down, how stupid of me for not seeing that.
She was 90 then 20, then 20 then 90 and...
It's a nightmare, mental fatigue, the pressure, overwhelming...
Charles Darwin, Charlie...
Professor Jeanine Markham.
Mr. Darwin, I've been such a fan of yours ever since high school.
How flattering.
But your research, far more important than anything I've ever done.
It's what we've been waiting for.
-Even longer. -And now you've all made it so clear...
Nine, nine, nine.
-Upside down. -So the research, it was true.
-Completely. -And having nothing to do with the devil...
I'm so grateful to you all, for helping me get this right.
And for reassuring me...
That it was absolutely not his.
but a great astrophysicist.
Which is what you are, your research...
Irrefutable.
Father...
Rinaldo.
Jeanine.
I see you've met my friends.
They've been dying to meet you.
What have you done to my dog!
What did you do!
Andy!
Somebody help!
Andy!
but he is very interested in attending Geniuses.
And his academic qualifications imply outstanding...
I thought you wouldn't mind seeing him...
Oh, yes, yes, it's fine, just please remind me.
That I have that curriculum committee meeting...
-I don't want to miss it. -Ok.
I'll be with you in a moment, in the meantime
why don't you tell me a bit about yourself.
Well I'm very interested in attending, Geniuses.
wasn't the universities name originally Saint Geniuses?
Yes, but the administration decided to eliminate
saint, once the God favor was put to rest.
Mom, mom, mom!
Oh good, you're coming out of your faint.
Would you like a cookie?
You gave us quite the scare.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Mom, wake up. You were having a nightmare.
-Mom. -They were all there...
Albert Einstein.
Ernest Dunham.
I could tell...
Sorry, behind you...
Is that the priest physic...
That you were awarded for your research and eliminating the God family?
Yes, the pre-committee said that...
The research was some of the most original that's ever been put before them...
Einstein, Darwin, Du Barry?
Most original.
Wow, it's uh...
It's a big compliment coming from the pre-committee.
No.
Need for that.
We'll take care of you.
-Please, I need to call my daughter. -Your daughter?
I'm sure Laura isn't anxious.
I'm quite sure.
Where's dad?
Dad?
Mom, you're scaring me, maybe we should get you to a hospital?
I don't want to go to a hospital, I just don't understand any of it.
And that lovely painting.
Of your late husband perhaps...
Yes, there was a terrible accident.
He was a good looking guy your husband...
Of course... He wasn't that good looking...
I had to get rid of Luke.
My entire plan would have crumbled...
You do understand?
Don't you?
All those who have come to realize there's no God, are here.
Supporting you, on your journey.
It's a pity about Laura.
She was such a... Mmm...
Charming child.
But!
You would have been spending too much time with her and...
I wanted you all to myself, so...
I decided to do her the same time I did Noel.
Sort of like a supermarket, buy one get one free.
Oh!
Oh, I owe you, sugar.
If it hadn't been for you...
I might be still repairing furnaces.
Let me out!
Now.
Let's get down to doing what us devil's really like doing.
It's ok, relax.