The Skeptic2009

Bryan Becket:
You want to hear my theory on my aunt?

Sully:
[excitedly] You have a theory?

Bryan Becket:
I don't think she was the saint that everybody thought she was. I think she was hiding something, about herself or about her past. And she feared being around someone like me: someone who was smart and shared her blood, I just might figure it out. It's a pretty juicy theory. It's right up your alley. What do you think, Sull?

[Sully suddenly gasps; his eyes roll up in his head, and he staggers]

Bryan Becket:
Sully! Sully!

[Sully collapses against a table, sending a silver tea set crashing to the floor]

Bryan Becket:
Hey! [Beckett runs to him] Sully? Sully? Where's your juice? [He begins looking through the pockets of Sully's suit] Where's your juice? Where's your - oh, okay. I got it. All right, just hang on, pal, you're gonna be fine. Let's just get some juice in you.

Sully:
[whispers] There's something upstairs in the closet. Behind the crucifix.