Ghost Stories

It was my father's religious beliefs

that destroyed our family.

We have to be so very careful what we believe in.

Hello.

There's a... there's a little lad coming through to me now.

Come on, come on.

He wants to talk to someone.

Oh, he's a little... he's a little lad

and he... and he's lookin' for his mom.

He's sayin' his name is... is Rob or Robbie.

Is that... Is that you, sweetheart?

Stand up, my love.

Mark Van Rhys is one of the UK's most popular psychics.

He believes that we're making a documentary about his special powers

whereas, in fact, we are investigating the many, many complaints

that have been made against him.

Do what this lady has done

and accept the message.

Mark? Mark, can you hear me?

Oh, just give us a sign.

Scratch your nose for a sec, see.

Oh, thank God for that.

It's Steph, right? The woman's name's Steph.

He calls you mom, but he's... he's telling me

your name is Steph?

Oh, my God.

Is... Is that right, my love?

- Are you Steph? - Yeah.

Okay, so before the show starts

Van Rhys' team have audience members

fill out one of these prayer cards.

There are the name and details

of the person they wish to contact

who has passed over to the other side.

The team then steal this information

and they feed it back to Van Rhys

through a hidden earpiece, which I just hacked into

and, hey, presto, he's psychic.

My blood hurts, mommy.

My blood hurts.

Why is he saying that?

He had leukemia.

Poor little lamb.

Oh, he's got a cheeky little smile, hasn't he?

Yes.

Children often make the best connection

because they're so pure, you see.

He was such a good boy.

He still is, my sweet, he still is.

He says he's happy

but he does miss your cooking.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to interrupt.

My name is Professor Philip Goodman

from the TV program "Psychic Cheats."

Mr. Van Rhys, we have got..

Mr. Van Rhys, we have got proof

that you are being fed information through a hidden earpiece

and you are passing it off as contact with the dead...

- Excuse me, sir. - I beg your pardon.

This is gonna be broadcast on national television.

Can you deny that you were using an earpiece?

That's slander.

I can assure you, you will be hearing

from my solicitor in due course.

His assistant just told him that Robbie

was in Christchurch Hospital.

I can play you the tape.

I'm sorry. Christchurch Hospital!

He's lyin', isn't he?

The idea of us and our loved ones dying

just ceasing to exist is so awful

that we'll believe anything which gives us hope

that there might be something beyond.

That fear is known as existential terror

and the man who coined that phrase was Dr. Charles Cameron.

So why do you think

the voices come through you, Jean?

'Cause we love her.

And how many voices are there?

300.

I moved back in. I thought it would help.

She's only here 'cause she ran out of booze.

Mom.

She fingered herself last night

thinkin' about John Travolta.

Daddy sees everything.

Jesus!

I've seen this before.

Your mother feels abandoned

at the death of your father.

Is she possessed?

No, she's angry that her husband had died.

As for the vase..

...I did that.

The brain sees what it wants to see.

When I saw that clip when I was a boy

it was like a lightning bolt struck me

'cause it was like somebody saying

you don't have to have your life ruled by superstitious fear.

And the way that I'd been brought up, that was..

Honestly, that was a revelation 'cause I didn't realize

there was a different way of thinking.

And, uh, from that minute

I... I can remember thinking that's what I wanna do

that's what I wanna be, that's who I want to be.

The search for the missing scientist

and paranormalist, Charles Cameron, has been called off

three weeks after Mr. Cameron's car was found abandoned

near his house in Filey.

I think it's ironic to say the least

that a man who spent a lifetime

explaining away mysteries became one himself.

I just wish I could have met him is all.

Hello, Professor Goodman.

This is Charles Cameron.

I'm sure you're surprised to hear my voice.

I'm familiar with your work and I need to see you.

I don't have long.

Please come to 79 East Shore

Caravan Park..

Hi, Mr. Cameron. I'm Philip Goodman.

Hello, I'm Philip Goodman.

Come on.

Hello, Mr. Cameron, I'm Philip Goodman.

Hello, Charles.

Hello, I'm Philip Goodman.

Hold on.

Come in.

I'm not paying to heat the street.

Oh, Jesus.

Come in, sit down. Sit down, please.

Hello, I'm Philip Goodman.

I know who you are.

I can't quite believe this.

No? Why is that?

I think like everybody else, I just pre..

...sort of presumed you were dead.

How do you know I'm not?

Can I ask what, where you've been?

- What's happened? - Pour me a drink then.

Pour it from that bottle there.

Bottle there. Pour it!

Okay.

I brought you something.

It's a copy of my latest book.

- I signed it... - Aah.

Just stick it there.

I'm so familiar with your books

and your, your TV work.

I've always felt a closeness to you.

Save those sentiments for your wife and family.

What a surprise. You're not married.

You could always see the truth, couldn't you?

Truth?

I look back now at my work

with absolute shame.

I see the arrogance and the disrespect

with which I went into those homes.

I took pleasure in pulling those stories

those people apart.

I think you're being really hard on yourself.

I have seen your work, Goodman.

You want to know what I think of it?

It's shit.

You are a conceited, weak-willed coward.

Editing out any inconvenient data.

Terrified of anything that doesn't fit

into your tiny worldview...

Okay, I'm done. I came here in good faith because you...

Three cases!

I couldn't explain three cases

that haunt me still.

Now you go and investigate if you dare

and come back and tell me that I am wrong

because I've come to one inescapable conclusion

and that is the supernatural

the unseen forces that surround us

everything that you and I have spent a lifetime

trying to debunk and disprove, it's all true.

Every last bit of it.

Please, Mr. Goodman

I'm begging you.

Tell me I am wrong.

I need you to tell me..

...I'm wrong.

Oh, hello, Tony?