Naked Souls (1996) Movie Script
(ominous rock music)
(distant foreign chanting)
(TV signal beeping)
(techno rock music)
- These people are trying way too hard.
- Jerry, I hired you to
handle my art, not me.
I thought you're supposed
to be Edward's friend.
- Ed?
Oh, who I consider to be
a waste of human flesh?
As usual, isn't here.
He's out chasing his Nobel Prize
when he should be here chasing you.
- Jerry, this is my first showing.
Don't add any pressure.
- [Jerry] Ed doesn't appreciate you.
- Hey, I got held up.
How's everything going?
- Fine.
- Timing is everything, Ed.
And as usual, yours sucks.
- Where's the big hand at?
- Two.
- Okay, now where's the little hand at?
- 11.
- Which means it's?
- 10 after 11?
- Amazing, he knows how to tell time.
But still he's five hours late
to something really important to me.
- Britt, I'm sorry.
I know how much this means to you,
but I pulled a codeable sine wave
out of one of the cadavers at the lab.
- Oh good, a slab of the decaying flesh.
- I'm so close to digitizing
the chemical components of memory.
Of thought.
To a point where they can be mapped under
a neural net and stored into a computer.
In time, a computer's
gonna be able to house
a person's memory, thought, feelings,
and let them function and live forever.
- Okay.
I mean I support your work.
Whatever it is that you do.
I just wish that you
would do the same for me.
You have 10 seconds to tell me why
I shouldn't just walk
out of your life forever.
- 'Cause I can belch the entire
Peruvian national anthem?
- Oh that's attractive.
That takes longer than 10 seconds.
- How about this?
- Well that takes more than 10 seconds too
if you know how to do it right.
- I guess that depends
on where the big hand is.
- (giggles) Yeah.
(sensual music)
(Britt moans)
(Jerry clears throat)
- Uh, yes?
- God, I just really hate
to interrupt you two,
but Britt, I need you out there
to help me move the merchandise.
People wanna meet you.
- Come on.
Do I have to tie you up
and make you beg for water?
(Edward sighs)
What?
- I have to go back to the lab.
- No.
Don't even think about it.
- I made a breakthrough tonight.
- This isn't even funny anymore.
I can't do this.
That my wine?
- I...
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
- Thanks, Jerry.
- Anytime, tiger.
(lab door opening)
(gears whirring)
- Here, let me give you a hand there.
- [Everett] Thank you, I can
use all the help I can get.
- [Edward] How's that?
- Good.
- You okay?
- Yes.
It's a shame when the mind is
sharp, but the body's weak.
Don't you think?
- Uh...
- Fate is such a funny thing.
Good night, Mr. Adams.
- Goodnight.
Hey wait, how did you know my name?
(ominous music)
(computer beeping)
(sighs) What's wrong?
I was tapped into your memory an hour ago.
I could see your thoughts as
if I had been there myself.
Come on.
(computer error beeps)
Come on, Travis.
Make me see what you see.
- Surprise, surprise.
I figured I'd find you here.
- Grab a toe tag.
Make yourself at home.
- Oof!
Still doing your hit and run research
on these poor bastards?
- Without a decent grant, I'm
stuck doing guerilla science.
I just bribe the security
guy with a six pack
and he doesn't ask any questions.
- "Travis Mitchell."
This is so grotesque.
- Doesn't matter.
Nobody gives a shit.
These guys are courtesy of the
greater state prison system.
This one's a serial killer.
You know, Jerry, I know
you're not that interested
in the comings and going in the dead.
What do you want?
- You remember when we used to hang out?
Toss a coin over who gets the girl?
I thought maybe we could
toss the coin over Britt.
- She's not mine to toss away.
- Well you know what, Ed?
She's just not gonna move on
until she's finished with you.
And all you seem to care
about is this bullshit.
- No, what I'm doing could
make a difference to humanity.
- You're gonna lose her
one way or the other.
Make it easy on all of us.
Bow out gracefully, okay?
- Why don't you let Britt decide?
She's a big girl.
I think she knows what she can handle.
And what she can't.
(computer beeps loudly)
- Shit!
You are such a prick.
All you're gonna do is
create a lot of grief
for everybody and in the
end nobody is gonna win.
- Thanks for dropping by, Jer.
(tense music)
(computer beeping)
That's it.
Yeah.
That's it.
(heart beating)
(woman gasping)
(rhythmic drumming)
(woman screaming)
(music intensifies)
(heart beating faster)
(various women screaming)
(guns firing)
(computer beeping rapidly)
Oh my god.
The rage.
(Edward breathing heavy)
Professor Ellis!
- Oh Edward, hi.
Oh, I'm sorry.
The board turned down your grant.
I did everything I could.
You were close, you were
very close, but there was
one holdout that gave you a thumbs down
and there was no changing his mind.
- Well we have to go back to
the board and convince him.
- You know the dance.
Once it's closed, it's closed.
You're gonna have to wait 'til next cycle.
- I've crossed the threshold.
I was able to tap into the memory
of one of the cadavers at the lab.
Edward, the top grants
went to AIDS research,
cancer research, and some guy in Oklahoma
that's working on an
intercranial pressure device.
The money is not there
for exotic theories.
- But Duncan, you more than anyone
should know how significant
this research is.
- Welcome to science in the '90s, Edward.
- Well I can't keep doing pirate research.
I need money.
I need resources.
- I'll do what I can, but we're
gonna have to find another way.
(radio pop music)
- Okay.
This is gonna feel kind of cold
at first, but try not to move.
How do you feel?
- Feels kinda squishy.
Feels kinda sexy.
- Yeah, I know.
Okay.
You just have to stay still 'til it dries.
Won't be very long.
I'll be right back.
Gee officer, he walked
into my loft uninvited
and I was so scared I had to shoot him.
(Edward laughs)
Six times.
- All right, I know you're
still mad about last night.
- Oh I'm way past mad.
They're gonna have to find
a brand new word for what I'm feeling.
- You gotta understand.
I just put all my hopes into
a grant that fell through.
Now I'm fucked.
You know, my work is on the verge
of something really significant
and without the grant, it
could all go up in smoke.
- How am I supposed to be there for you
if I don't even know there's a problem?
- Because all you seem to care about
is me being at your beck and call.
- It's about being with someone
you can depend on for once.
- Well you're too sensitive.
- Of course I'm sensitive!
You know my past.
- I know.
I know, your father left
you when you were 11.
Your mother's an alcoholic.
- Yeah!
And what about my brother?
Whose idea of a family gathering is just
showing up when he needs money?
- Look, I work 20 hours a day.
I don't sleep.
I'm working to the point of exhaustion.
And the last thing I need right now
is a high maintenance relationship.
- High maintenance?
If you really believe that's true,
then we need to explore other options.
- Well if you're talking about
"I'll do anything to
get laid" Jerry then...
- I don't know who I'm talking about.
At least Jerry's around to be my friend!
Which is more than I can say about you.
Dipshit!
- What a day.
- [Everett] Good evening, Mr. Adams.
- Who's there?
- Oh I didn't mean to frighten you.
I assure you I'm not here to harm you.
I've come to offer you something.
- You're the guy from
the party last night.
- Yes.
- How'd you get in here?
- Your landlady.
She's a sweet woman.
I told her that I was your uncle
that arrived earlier than expected.
One of the benefits of being like this.
People tend to trust
you a little bit more.
It doesn't seem to be true in your case.
- Stay right when you are!
- Oh believe me, you have nothing to fear.
In fact you have everything to gain.
Now why don't you put down
that bat so we can talk?
- Not until you answer a
few of my questions first.
What are you doing here?
And second, how did you
know my name last night?
- I'll answer your questions in time.
In time.
Now we don't wanna be late do we?
- Late?
Late for what?
- Dinner of course.
- You expect me to go to dinner with you?
- Actually yes.
(tense music)
You look like a 16 year old
virgin on your first date.
- Yeah, well I hope you'll be gentle.
- Not on your life.
And if you're half the man
I think you are you won't be either.
And if we end up coming to terms
I'm sure you'll find it must rewarding.
- Coming to terms?
What are you talking about?
- Oh relax.
I promise you this will
be worth your while.
Every minute of it.
At the very least you'll eat well.
- Let me get this straight.
You're prepared to give
your entire estate,
millions of dollars away,
to a total stranger.
Meaning me.
- It's my way of living on past my time.
Giving to a promising young scientist
opportunities I never had.
- And you've got no children?
No brothers, no sisters,
no family of any kind?
- Sadly no.
Like you, I was an only child
of parents who died too young.
- What's the catch?
- Ah.
The catch.
There's always a catch isn't there?
The only stipulation is that upon my death
you will assume my full identity
and continue your research under my name.
And you're forbidden to disclose
to anyone the terms of the agreement.
Have you any questions?
- Well this is all so strange.
I don't know where to begin.
- Well why not begin at the beginning?
I am Everett Longstreet.
- You're kidding.
The Everett Longstreet?
- Oh come on, Edward.
How many people do you think
are walking around with a name like that?
- The Nobel Prize winner who made
millions from genetic engineering?
- Well I shared the
prize with a colleague,
but let's not split hairs.
- I'm sorry.
This is such a shock.
A wonderful shock, yeah,
but I mean a shock nevertheless.
- Edward, I'm just a
sick man in a wheelchair.
- It's just that your work on
the Maskai shamans from the '30s
is pretty much what sparked
most of my research.
- Yes, I know.
- You seem to know an awful lot about me.
- A man of my wealth has
intriguing connections.
(tense music)
I spent five years trying to find someone
who possesses the obsession,
drive, self-determination.
Someone willing to sacrifice
everything to achieve greatness.
Someone like myself.
So I began finding out
everything I could about you.
That make you uncomfortable?
Come.
I'll show you a bit of my past.
We've both spent much of our
lives asking the same questions
if not looking for the same answers.
- Collective thought.
- The next step in man's
pursuit of immortality.
When I was young I experimented with herbs
and arguably magic potions of the Maskai.
I made some progress, but
lacked the funds to continue.
So I had to move on to other work.
- Sounds like the same place I'm in now.
- It was such a waste.
But now I'm in a position
to change it for you.
- Well.
Lacking funds is definitely
something I do well.
Too well.
- You know, Edward, this could be
an opportunity that so few people get.
The wisdom and resources
of age and the energy
and idealism of youth are
so very rarely combined.
- So far I've been able
to locate and code memory
neural transmitters and map
them into the neural net.
But it's fragmented.
Incomplete.
I can't keep the network intact.
I can construct and stimulate memory,
but only for brief intervals.
- What do you think is missing?
- Well this is gonna
sound crazy, but I know
that I can conform every part of conscious
and unconscious thought into the matrix.
But the most important element?
I'm not sure that I can reach the soul.
- Now let me show you something
the Maskai shamans knew about your soul.
(dramatic music)
Would you move the bowl over here?
Inhale.
Take in the smoke.
Let it wash over you like a velvet hand.
- I don't feel anything.
It really stinks.
- Come on over here.
Take off the cover.
Do you play?
- Chopsticks.
Badly.
- Sit down.
Try it.
Go on.
("Chopsticks" melody)
("Piano Sonata 11" by Mozart)
My mother made me study
the piano for years.
I hated it, but now I love
Mozart like I love my life.
It was good to hear myself
playing again after all these years.
- It was remarkable.
It was like for a flash being you.
Not just imaging your memory,
but actually being you.
- I do have a certain style don't I?
- I mean I've never had
any musical talents at all.
I mean it was just
amazing to feel my fingers
run across the keys and evoke such beauty.
- Well it's really more of
a shaman sideshow trick,
but at the core of it are principles
that strike to the heart
of collective thought.
All this equipment was
dedicated to distilling
the scientific properties
behind the shaman's potions,
but I never could get the answer.
But I'm betting that you can.
(dramatic music)
(suspense music)
(rapid heart beating)
- What the...
I need sleep.
That's all.
I need sleep bad.
(Edward yawns)
(ethereal music)
(Amelia giggles)
- [Amelia] It's your Amelia.
(Amelia moans)
(dramatic sting)
(Edward gasps)
(tense music)
- [Everett] I've taken
the liberty of scheduling
a medical exam in order for
you to undergo a few tests.
- No, I can't think of
a thing wrong with me.
- Do you sleep well?
- Yeah.
I do have dreams though.
Dark dreams.
- Maybe we should do some further testing.
Check into what might be causing it.
- No.
No more testing.
I'm sure the dreams are just a byproduct
of some of the work that I've been doing.
(Edward knocking)
Hi.
That was quite a trial.
Mind letting me in on
what that was all about?
- I apologize for any discomfort.
There's really no mystery to it.
The examination is necessary
to determine the state
of your health before I
sign everything over to you.
Surely it's worth a little bit
of prodding and poking around.
After all, on paper you will become me
and I've had enough of being sick.
- Well if you don't mind, Everett,
I think I'm gonna go
home and get some sleep.
- [Everett] But you are home.
(ominous music)
- How do you mean?
- Well I took the liberty of having
your belongings transferred here.
I've set up a comfortable
room next door to the lab.
- Okay.
Just do me a favor, okay Everett?
No more surprises.
I've had about as many
as I can take for today.
- Yes, of course, forgive me.
I have a tendency to become
overzealous when I'm excited.
It's a trait that my
wife found unbearable.
- Your wife?
I thought you said you had no family.
- I haven't.
She left.
What seems like two lifetimes ago.
- Do you still keep in touch with her?
- She died.
But we have far more important things
to talk about from now on.
Goodnight, Edward.
- Duncan.
What do you know about Everett Longstreet?
- Well other than he's one of the foremost
brilliant men in modern history, not much.
But who needs to know more?
- I'm talking personally.
- Well I can only tell you what I hear.
I hear he's very reclusive.
He's on the university board,
but nobody knows much about him.
I wouldn't speculate on his character.
Why?
- I'll explain.
Eventually.
Maybe.
- Does he have anything to do with why
you're packing up all your
equipment and shit here?
- Let's just say I'm
moving to a new location.
- Where?
- I can't say.
- Do you think you could at least
give me a forwarding address
so that when I discover
just how much of this stuff
is university property
I can report you to
the proper authorities?
You really are a cantankerous
old fart aren't you?
- Here.
Pull my finger.
- You know I'm gonna miss you, Duncan.
- Don't nauseate me please.
I had a very spicy Greek lunch today
and I would like it to
stay right where it is.
Edward.
Take care.
Okay?
Please.
(tense music)
- [Edward VO] Travis Mitchell.
Suspected serial killer shot and killed
by police during an attempted murder.
Severe clinical sociopath.
Images seem to be permanently
embedded in my memory proteins.
Subject's thoughts vivid
and seem to be persistent.
Perhaps permanent.
(mouse squeaking)
(pulsating ringing)
- I saw it all.
The maze, the food.
Everything!
Not only see it, Everett, I could feel it.
I could feel his fear, his frustration,
his determination to
find the food once I...
Once he smelled it.
For god's sake, Everett, you've
got to get better cheese.
(Everett chuckles)
Ow!
(dramatic music)
Fuck.
What did I do?
- You've been working very long hours.
Perhaps you should rest.
- I still have some work to do.
Maybe I'll just take a nap.
- Edward.
Excellent work this evening.
I'm proud of you.
- Thank you.
- Pleasant dreams.
(Geiger counter crackling)
(suspense music)
(rapid heart beating)
(Edward gasps)
- Everett?
(ethereal music)
(footsteps approaching)
- Don't walk away from me.
- I wasn't.
- Why can't we talk?
- Who are you?
- We spoke of having children.
When was that supposed to happen?
You don't have time for a child.
You don't even have time for me.
- Children?
What are you talking about?
- Of course I understand
that your work is important.
Lord knows that is all
you ever talk about.
You're obsessed with this one thing.
We had so much fun at the shore.
We took the time to know one another.
To let our love grow.
But I guess I don't mean
that much to you anymore.
I've been replaced by
beakers and petri dishes.
I love you, Everett.
But you give me no choice.
- Everett?
- You're gonna do it aren't you?
You're not gonna stop me.
I wish I had never met you.
I hate you for this.
Do you hear what I say?
I hate you.
- Wait.
No wait, please!
I have to talk to you!
(Edward gasps)
What's happening to me?
Am I losing my mind?
(Britt gasps)
- Edward.
- It seems there's a little
celebrating to be done.
The paperwork's complete.
And you're now the sole beneficiary
of the Longstreet estate.
Did you hear me?
- What?
- Edward for god's sake, man, you're rich.
You can pursue your work
in any way you like.
Don't be an asshole.
Enjoy it.
- No, it's not that.
I just don't know where the work ends.
And I begin.
(Britt throat clears)
- Hi.
- Hi.
Excuse me.
Britt Clark.
Everett Longstreet.
- What a pleasure it is to meet
such a beautiful young woman.
- Thank you.
This is some place you got here.
It's...
Eclectic.
- So Britt, what are you doing here?
- I feel a little
uncomfortable discussing this.
Think there's any place
else we could go talk?
By the size of this house I figure
there's probably a few other rooms.
- Yeah.
Everett, I'm gonna work in my room
for the rest of the night.
- Oh yes, of course.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Clark.
(tense music)
- So what do you really
think of my new surroundings?
- It's big, it's old, it's musty.
All we need is Igor.
- Yeah, I thought we broke up.
You're here because...
- I needed a lobotomy and I
thought this would be the place.
No.
I was worried about you.
What's really going on here, Edward?
- Britt, I now have the
chance to go after my dreams.
With all the support and all
the funding I've never had.
It's gonna make life so much easier.
So much better.
And I'd like to find
a place for you in it.
A place for me and yours.
- Well that last line was pretty cheesy.
But I really want things
to work out between us.
So I'll accept it.
I'm not happy without you.
- Well that ranks right up there
on the cheese meter too.
- Okay.
I accept your apology.
What time is it anyway?
- Well let's see.
The big hand is on the six
and the little hand is on the eight.
- Ha ha.
(dramatic music)
(Britt moans)
(keyboard typing)
- Finally.
Immortality.
(Britt moans)
I can feel her.
Completely her.
(computer beeping)
- You were definitely on to something
with your work on the shamans.
And their transference of thought.
From what I've been able to
discern, the shaman smoke
stimulates the production
of memory neurotransmitters,
then vaporizes them up into the smoke.
Once it's inhaled, it
binds with the postsynaptic
neurons thus transferring the memory.
Thus, collective thought.
- So much for theory.
How do you bring it into the light?
- Well what I'm attempting to do
is to analyze the chemical structure
of the neurotransmitters, code them,
input them into the computer.
Now if it works, we'll be
able to store, transfer,
and filter all of my
memory, all of my thoughts.
Even my soul.
- Looks like I placed
my bet well with you.
That's if it works.
- We're about to find out.
(computer beeping)
(tense music)
I really gotta get some new hardware.
Let's give it a shot.
(distant foreign chanting)
Everett!
Why?
(electronics warping)
(suspense music)
(rhythmic drumming)
(women screaming)
(guns firing)
(ethereal music)
What's happening?
(tense music)
(Edward groans)
What's wrong with me?
I must be...
I must be getting sick.
- No.
This can't be happening.
Longstreet, what have you done?
- Edward.
Thanks for the new lease on life.
(suspense music)
- You switched bodies with
me and erased everything.
How did you do it without me knowing?
My chest.
Can't breathe.
(Edward breathing heavy)
Amelia.
She was his wife.
- [Operator] 911 emergency operator.
- Yes, I need some help.
I think I'm having a heart attack.
- [Operator] Sir, what's your address?
We'll send an ambulance.
- Yes, I'm at 6 Akkerman Lane.
It's the Longstreet residence.
- [Operator] Sir, what's your name?
- Edward...
- [Operator] Sir, please stay on the line.
An ambulance is on its way.
Sir?
Sir, are you there?
- I think I found a buyer
for three of your pieces
and another guy really loves
the one with the corset.
You okay?
- Sorta.
Yeah, I'm okay.
- Look.
Britt.
Am I really just wasting my time here?
- Oh no no no.
Jerry, you're not wasting your time.
I mean not in the real sense of the word.
I mean you know when two
people, they just don't...
I don't wanna...
- Any time now.
- I really really like you.
I do, I'm flattered.
I just think of you as a friend.
- Gah!
No!
Not the F word.
- The F word?
- Friend.
Just don't say it.
- Okay.
- Look, I'm gonna take
one last stab at this.
Why would you want to be with
anybody who has no money,
no prospects, nothing but a head
full of idealistic crap who you know
is only gonna screw up your life?
- I know.
I know, I'm crazy, I know.
(dramatic music)
- Isn't this cozy.
- Speak of the devil.
- Edward?
- Why don't you get the fuck out of here.
- Take it easy, okay?
- No you take it easy.
I said get the fuck out of here!
- You okay?
What the hell's wrong with you?
- I don't know.
I didn't mean to hit him.
I don't know why I did that.
- Well I guess I misjudged you.
I didn't think you had the balls.
Well there's your decision, Britt.
That's what you want.
(siren wailing)
(tense music)
- Hello?
Anybody here?
Paramedics!
- From the smell of this place
this could be our eighth DOA this week.
- That would top Vinny and
Akbar's all time record.
This could be our shot at immortality.
Leon!
I got the coronary in here!
- So we talking the record here or what?
- I don't know, this guy
doesn't look too chipper.
I got bad news for you, we got a pulse.
- All right, let's prepare for transport.
- This guy look really bad.
I will never eat beef jerky again.
- I don't know if he'll
make trip to general.
- Make a side bet that the esse
doesn't make it a Fifth and Flower.
- This guy's got at least Main and Ninth.
- Pft, you're on.
- I overreacted.
I didn't mean to hit him.
It's not me.
- You scared me.
- Come on.
I wanna show you something.
Come on.
- On the roof?
- Mmmhm.
I wanna give you something.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
This is your gift!
- Where?
- You're standing on it.
- You bought me a roof?
- I bought you the whole building.
- Okay, let me get this straight.
First you can't get a
grant so you're so broke
that you can't finish your work.
Then you move into some old
crazy guy's house to work with him.
And now you have so much money
that you just buy it in his place?
- Longstreet left me his entire estate.
- He died?
- This morning.
He had a heart attack.
He left me everything.
- Well you don't seem too
affected by his death.
- He was old.
It was his time.
Now it's my time.
- Why you?
- He had his reasons.
Reasons only he knew.
And I have my reasons.
- You know, I don't know
what's gotten into you lately,
but the new and improved you just sucks.
(tires screeching)
(suspense music)
- Hey!
What are you doing, you moron?
- Nobody got hit.
Why are we even out of the car?
(siren wailing)
- Something definitely
went wrong in the transfer.
This isn't me.
This isn't Edward.
- Hey, excuse me!
- What do you want?
- You got some spare change on you, man?
- No I don't.
- I think I hear some change
jingling in there, man.
Why don't you help me
out with anything, man.
Anything at all, man.
- Leave me alone.
I said I don't have any.
- I heard some change
jingling in there, man.
Why don't you help me out huh?
- You want some change?
Huh?
You want some change?
- I just want money, man.
- Here's your fucking change!
(heart beating)
(Elliott breathing heavy)
Oh my god.
What's happening?
I'm losing my mind.
(Edward groans)
- Sounds crazy.
My body.
Being taken over by Everett Longstreet.
- These guys are getting crazier
and crazier all the time.
- Help me.
Time's running out.
Longstreet.
Wants me dead.
Help please.
- Honey.
I'm gonna get you all the help you need.
Damn, right before my break.
I think we might have
a little problem here.
- Move him to the J Ward.
He was admitted with
symptoms of a heart attack,
but his blood workup indicates that it was
induced by an overdose
of potassium chloride.
Seems mentally unstable, so I want him
under 24 hour observation.
(dramatic music)
(distant women screaming)
- [Elliot VO] Somehow someone else's
thoughts have entered my mind.
The memories can't be Edward's.
And they're not mine.
The hate.
The rage.
The pain.
I'm losing myself.
The need to kill.
- [Police Dispatch] 105 North Avenue, 52.
- [Police Officer] Come
on, let's check it out.
(heart beating)
(police officer knocking)
- Are you Brittany Clark?
- Yeah.
I am.
- [Police Officer] Do
you know an Edward Adams?
- Yeah.
He's a friend.
- [Police Officer] Do you have
any knowledge of his whereabouts?
- [Britt] No, I haven't
seen him since yesterday.
Why, is he hurt?
Is he okay?
- He's wanted for questioning
for an assault and battery.
If you should come in contact with him
or learn of his whereabouts could you
give us a call at this number please?
- Sure.
(ominous music)
(heart beating)
I don't know.
This is crazy.
Where is he?
I called everywhere, Jerry.
I have no idea where he is.
God, I'm so tired.
Yeah.
I know.
If you hear from him,
call me right away okay?
I know.
Okay bye.
Edward!
(suspense music)
- Come on!
Come on!
Where the hell are you?
The amount of potassium
chloride I pumped into your body
your heart should've exploded
before it hit the ground!
Entered the subject's memory?
Lived his killings?
Felt the life slip away, felt the hate.
The anger, it terrifies me.
(muttering) from the subject or myself.
Can't control the dark images?
Shit!
He's put this madness inside of me.
(distorted clock ringing)
He's alive.
Yes, he's had a long history
of mental instability.
It's been very hard on the family.
- [Nurse] He's in here.
- I thought you'd come back.
Have you been enjoying the
twisted mind of Travis Mitchell?
- Why?
Why would you pollute your
memory with someone so-
- It was an early experiment.
I tapped into his mind without realizing
that it would embed his memory into mine.
Now your memory.
Permanent.
Why did you do this to me?
- I wanted life.
I wanted more life.
I was willing to do anything to get it.
I didn't want to die before I
truly got the chance to live.
- That's why you engineered all this.
Why you killed my grant
so that I'd need you.
Why you tried to kill me.
Potassium chloride is such a crude way
of trying to induce an
artificial heart attack.
You should have tried tropomyosin 15.
It leaves fewer traces.
But then, you young people
are always in such a hurry.
- Edward, you have to
learn that any advancement
like true life extension
will only be taken over
and perverted by the wealthy and powerful.
It's been the history of science
since the beginning of time.
- The one thing I can thank you
for teaching me is that it's not important
how long you live, but how well you live.
Both of us have lived our
lives, wasted our lives,
chasing eternity and failing to live
to enjoy the thing that we covet so much.
- Sounds like the point of view
of a man lying in bed dying doesn't it?
Not my point of view, Edward.
- I didn't expect to hear it from you.
From a mind like yours.
- Edward, I need you to reprocess me.
My memory through the system and filter
Travis Mitchell out of my soul.
- There's something
about the chemical makeup
of the diseased mind that makes it want
to eat away at the
healthy part of the mind.
He will eat away at you
until you don't exist.
It was happening to me.
I think the hell you will go through
is justified by what you've done to me.
Why should I help you?
- Because I have Britt.
And if you don't, I will kill her.
You more than anyone should
know how well I can kill.
Besides Edward, you don't
have much time to live.
Don't make that true for her too.
- I will never get out of here.
They think I'm dangerous and crazy.
- Fortunately, I was able to throw
Everett Longstreet's doctor's name around.
No surprise there.
They're allowing me to take you
to a private hospital under his direction.
Don't make that true for her too.
(computer beeping)
I've reconnected the flow sensor
from the spectrometer to the chamber.
What's the parts per million flow cycle?
- What's going on here?
- Remember when I explained
to you that I was trying
to digitize the chemical
components of my memory?
Store it in a computer.
- Shut up!
What's the parts per million flow cycle?
- 6.4 per single wavelength cycle.
- But you're Longstreet.
Edward told me that.
- Shut up!
Or I swear to God I'll kill
the both of you right now!
- Oh god.
- What's next?
- Set it on maximum.
Wide open.
(tense music)
- It's done.
Will it work?
- I don't know.
You're pushing beyond the
limits of what I can do.
- Look, make the magic happen or I'll
splatter both your brains across the lab!
And remember, I've been watching you
every step of the way, so
don't try anything foolish.
- What's your input code?
(computer beeping)
- Oh.
Just in case you get some crazy idea
about trying to stop the system.
(gun firing)
- Edward!
- You can stop the system.
Pull the main fuse.
Then look under the glass table.
There's an envelope.
(computer beeps rapidly)
(electrical warping)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(distant foreign chanting)
(rhythmic drums and flute)
- It's your Amelia.
(distorted women screaming)
- [Female Victim] Who are you?
Who are you?
Please!
(woman sobbing)
No, please!
Please!
(guns firing)
(heart beating)
(ominous music)
- 38 years on this Earth
I've learned only one thing.
Life blows.
(gun firing)
(electricity sparking)
(tense music)
- "Britt, In the event of some gross
"miscalculation on my part, I stored
"my digitized data memory onto this disc.
"Place the disc in the CD
drive and type Brittany."
(dramatic music)
I was worried about you.
I'm nothing without you.
I really want things
to work out between us.
I really want things
to work out between us.
(Britt moans)
Edward!
- Yeah.
It's me.
- Prove it.
- (chuckles) Your father abandoned you
and your beloved mother's an alcoholic.
- What about my brother?
- You know, Britt.
I don't think I'll ever be the same.
- What do you mean?
- Because I know.
The horror that Longstreet felt.
The desperation of growing old.
Losing all of it.
The desperation of staying alive.
I love you.
(dramatic piano music)
(distant foreign chanting)
(TV signal beeping)
(techno rock music)
- These people are trying way too hard.
- Jerry, I hired you to
handle my art, not me.
I thought you're supposed
to be Edward's friend.
- Ed?
Oh, who I consider to be
a waste of human flesh?
As usual, isn't here.
He's out chasing his Nobel Prize
when he should be here chasing you.
- Jerry, this is my first showing.
Don't add any pressure.
- [Jerry] Ed doesn't appreciate you.
- Hey, I got held up.
How's everything going?
- Fine.
- Timing is everything, Ed.
And as usual, yours sucks.
- Where's the big hand at?
- Two.
- Okay, now where's the little hand at?
- 11.
- Which means it's?
- 10 after 11?
- Amazing, he knows how to tell time.
But still he's five hours late
to something really important to me.
- Britt, I'm sorry.
I know how much this means to you,
but I pulled a codeable sine wave
out of one of the cadavers at the lab.
- Oh good, a slab of the decaying flesh.
- I'm so close to digitizing
the chemical components of memory.
Of thought.
To a point where they can be mapped under
a neural net and stored into a computer.
In time, a computer's
gonna be able to house
a person's memory, thought, feelings,
and let them function and live forever.
- Okay.
I mean I support your work.
Whatever it is that you do.
I just wish that you
would do the same for me.
You have 10 seconds to tell me why
I shouldn't just walk
out of your life forever.
- 'Cause I can belch the entire
Peruvian national anthem?
- Oh that's attractive.
That takes longer than 10 seconds.
- How about this?
- Well that takes more than 10 seconds too
if you know how to do it right.
- I guess that depends
on where the big hand is.
- (giggles) Yeah.
(sensual music)
(Britt moans)
(Jerry clears throat)
- Uh, yes?
- God, I just really hate
to interrupt you two,
but Britt, I need you out there
to help me move the merchandise.
People wanna meet you.
- Come on.
Do I have to tie you up
and make you beg for water?
(Edward sighs)
What?
- I have to go back to the lab.
- No.
Don't even think about it.
- I made a breakthrough tonight.
- This isn't even funny anymore.
I can't do this.
That my wine?
- I...
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
- Thanks, Jerry.
- Anytime, tiger.
(lab door opening)
(gears whirring)
- Here, let me give you a hand there.
- [Everett] Thank you, I can
use all the help I can get.
- [Edward] How's that?
- Good.
- You okay?
- Yes.
It's a shame when the mind is
sharp, but the body's weak.
Don't you think?
- Uh...
- Fate is such a funny thing.
Good night, Mr. Adams.
- Goodnight.
Hey wait, how did you know my name?
(ominous music)
(computer beeping)
(sighs) What's wrong?
I was tapped into your memory an hour ago.
I could see your thoughts as
if I had been there myself.
Come on.
(computer error beeps)
Come on, Travis.
Make me see what you see.
- Surprise, surprise.
I figured I'd find you here.
- Grab a toe tag.
Make yourself at home.
- Oof!
Still doing your hit and run research
on these poor bastards?
- Without a decent grant, I'm
stuck doing guerilla science.
I just bribe the security
guy with a six pack
and he doesn't ask any questions.
- "Travis Mitchell."
This is so grotesque.
- Doesn't matter.
Nobody gives a shit.
These guys are courtesy of the
greater state prison system.
This one's a serial killer.
You know, Jerry, I know
you're not that interested
in the comings and going in the dead.
What do you want?
- You remember when we used to hang out?
Toss a coin over who gets the girl?
I thought maybe we could
toss the coin over Britt.
- She's not mine to toss away.
- Well you know what, Ed?
She's just not gonna move on
until she's finished with you.
And all you seem to care
about is this bullshit.
- No, what I'm doing could
make a difference to humanity.
- You're gonna lose her
one way or the other.
Make it easy on all of us.
Bow out gracefully, okay?
- Why don't you let Britt decide?
She's a big girl.
I think she knows what she can handle.
And what she can't.
(computer beeps loudly)
- Shit!
You are such a prick.
All you're gonna do is
create a lot of grief
for everybody and in the
end nobody is gonna win.
- Thanks for dropping by, Jer.
(tense music)
(computer beeping)
That's it.
Yeah.
That's it.
(heart beating)
(woman gasping)
(rhythmic drumming)
(woman screaming)
(music intensifies)
(heart beating faster)
(various women screaming)
(guns firing)
(computer beeping rapidly)
Oh my god.
The rage.
(Edward breathing heavy)
Professor Ellis!
- Oh Edward, hi.
Oh, I'm sorry.
The board turned down your grant.
I did everything I could.
You were close, you were
very close, but there was
one holdout that gave you a thumbs down
and there was no changing his mind.
- Well we have to go back to
the board and convince him.
- You know the dance.
Once it's closed, it's closed.
You're gonna have to wait 'til next cycle.
- I've crossed the threshold.
I was able to tap into the memory
of one of the cadavers at the lab.
Edward, the top grants
went to AIDS research,
cancer research, and some guy in Oklahoma
that's working on an
intercranial pressure device.
The money is not there
for exotic theories.
- But Duncan, you more than anyone
should know how significant
this research is.
- Welcome to science in the '90s, Edward.
- Well I can't keep doing pirate research.
I need money.
I need resources.
- I'll do what I can, but we're
gonna have to find another way.
(radio pop music)
- Okay.
This is gonna feel kind of cold
at first, but try not to move.
How do you feel?
- Feels kinda squishy.
Feels kinda sexy.
- Yeah, I know.
Okay.
You just have to stay still 'til it dries.
Won't be very long.
I'll be right back.
Gee officer, he walked
into my loft uninvited
and I was so scared I had to shoot him.
(Edward laughs)
Six times.
- All right, I know you're
still mad about last night.
- Oh I'm way past mad.
They're gonna have to find
a brand new word for what I'm feeling.
- You gotta understand.
I just put all my hopes into
a grant that fell through.
Now I'm fucked.
You know, my work is on the verge
of something really significant
and without the grant, it
could all go up in smoke.
- How am I supposed to be there for you
if I don't even know there's a problem?
- Because all you seem to care about
is me being at your beck and call.
- It's about being with someone
you can depend on for once.
- Well you're too sensitive.
- Of course I'm sensitive!
You know my past.
- I know.
I know, your father left
you when you were 11.
Your mother's an alcoholic.
- Yeah!
And what about my brother?
Whose idea of a family gathering is just
showing up when he needs money?
- Look, I work 20 hours a day.
I don't sleep.
I'm working to the point of exhaustion.
And the last thing I need right now
is a high maintenance relationship.
- High maintenance?
If you really believe that's true,
then we need to explore other options.
- Well if you're talking about
"I'll do anything to
get laid" Jerry then...
- I don't know who I'm talking about.
At least Jerry's around to be my friend!
Which is more than I can say about you.
Dipshit!
- What a day.
- [Everett] Good evening, Mr. Adams.
- Who's there?
- Oh I didn't mean to frighten you.
I assure you I'm not here to harm you.
I've come to offer you something.
- You're the guy from
the party last night.
- Yes.
- How'd you get in here?
- Your landlady.
She's a sweet woman.
I told her that I was your uncle
that arrived earlier than expected.
One of the benefits of being like this.
People tend to trust
you a little bit more.
It doesn't seem to be true in your case.
- Stay right when you are!
- Oh believe me, you have nothing to fear.
In fact you have everything to gain.
Now why don't you put down
that bat so we can talk?
- Not until you answer a
few of my questions first.
What are you doing here?
And second, how did you
know my name last night?
- I'll answer your questions in time.
In time.
Now we don't wanna be late do we?
- Late?
Late for what?
- Dinner of course.
- You expect me to go to dinner with you?
- Actually yes.
(tense music)
You look like a 16 year old
virgin on your first date.
- Yeah, well I hope you'll be gentle.
- Not on your life.
And if you're half the man
I think you are you won't be either.
And if we end up coming to terms
I'm sure you'll find it must rewarding.
- Coming to terms?
What are you talking about?
- Oh relax.
I promise you this will
be worth your while.
Every minute of it.
At the very least you'll eat well.
- Let me get this straight.
You're prepared to give
your entire estate,
millions of dollars away,
to a total stranger.
Meaning me.
- It's my way of living on past my time.
Giving to a promising young scientist
opportunities I never had.
- And you've got no children?
No brothers, no sisters,
no family of any kind?
- Sadly no.
Like you, I was an only child
of parents who died too young.
- What's the catch?
- Ah.
The catch.
There's always a catch isn't there?
The only stipulation is that upon my death
you will assume my full identity
and continue your research under my name.
And you're forbidden to disclose
to anyone the terms of the agreement.
Have you any questions?
- Well this is all so strange.
I don't know where to begin.
- Well why not begin at the beginning?
I am Everett Longstreet.
- You're kidding.
The Everett Longstreet?
- Oh come on, Edward.
How many people do you think
are walking around with a name like that?
- The Nobel Prize winner who made
millions from genetic engineering?
- Well I shared the
prize with a colleague,
but let's not split hairs.
- I'm sorry.
This is such a shock.
A wonderful shock, yeah,
but I mean a shock nevertheless.
- Edward, I'm just a
sick man in a wheelchair.
- It's just that your work on
the Maskai shamans from the '30s
is pretty much what sparked
most of my research.
- Yes, I know.
- You seem to know an awful lot about me.
- A man of my wealth has
intriguing connections.
(tense music)
I spent five years trying to find someone
who possesses the obsession,
drive, self-determination.
Someone willing to sacrifice
everything to achieve greatness.
Someone like myself.
So I began finding out
everything I could about you.
That make you uncomfortable?
Come.
I'll show you a bit of my past.
We've both spent much of our
lives asking the same questions
if not looking for the same answers.
- Collective thought.
- The next step in man's
pursuit of immortality.
When I was young I experimented with herbs
and arguably magic potions of the Maskai.
I made some progress, but
lacked the funds to continue.
So I had to move on to other work.
- Sounds like the same place I'm in now.
- It was such a waste.
But now I'm in a position
to change it for you.
- Well.
Lacking funds is definitely
something I do well.
Too well.
- You know, Edward, this could be
an opportunity that so few people get.
The wisdom and resources
of age and the energy
and idealism of youth are
so very rarely combined.
- So far I've been able
to locate and code memory
neural transmitters and map
them into the neural net.
But it's fragmented.
Incomplete.
I can't keep the network intact.
I can construct and stimulate memory,
but only for brief intervals.
- What do you think is missing?
- Well this is gonna
sound crazy, but I know
that I can conform every part of conscious
and unconscious thought into the matrix.
But the most important element?
I'm not sure that I can reach the soul.
- Now let me show you something
the Maskai shamans knew about your soul.
(dramatic music)
Would you move the bowl over here?
Inhale.
Take in the smoke.
Let it wash over you like a velvet hand.
- I don't feel anything.
It really stinks.
- Come on over here.
Take off the cover.
Do you play?
- Chopsticks.
Badly.
- Sit down.
Try it.
Go on.
("Chopsticks" melody)
("Piano Sonata 11" by Mozart)
My mother made me study
the piano for years.
I hated it, but now I love
Mozart like I love my life.
It was good to hear myself
playing again after all these years.
- It was remarkable.
It was like for a flash being you.
Not just imaging your memory,
but actually being you.
- I do have a certain style don't I?
- I mean I've never had
any musical talents at all.
I mean it was just
amazing to feel my fingers
run across the keys and evoke such beauty.
- Well it's really more of
a shaman sideshow trick,
but at the core of it are principles
that strike to the heart
of collective thought.
All this equipment was
dedicated to distilling
the scientific properties
behind the shaman's potions,
but I never could get the answer.
But I'm betting that you can.
(dramatic music)
(suspense music)
(rapid heart beating)
- What the...
I need sleep.
That's all.
I need sleep bad.
(Edward yawns)
(ethereal music)
(Amelia giggles)
- [Amelia] It's your Amelia.
(Amelia moans)
(dramatic sting)
(Edward gasps)
(tense music)
- [Everett] I've taken
the liberty of scheduling
a medical exam in order for
you to undergo a few tests.
- No, I can't think of
a thing wrong with me.
- Do you sleep well?
- Yeah.
I do have dreams though.
Dark dreams.
- Maybe we should do some further testing.
Check into what might be causing it.
- No.
No more testing.
I'm sure the dreams are just a byproduct
of some of the work that I've been doing.
(Edward knocking)
Hi.
That was quite a trial.
Mind letting me in on
what that was all about?
- I apologize for any discomfort.
There's really no mystery to it.
The examination is necessary
to determine the state
of your health before I
sign everything over to you.
Surely it's worth a little bit
of prodding and poking around.
After all, on paper you will become me
and I've had enough of being sick.
- Well if you don't mind, Everett,
I think I'm gonna go
home and get some sleep.
- [Everett] But you are home.
(ominous music)
- How do you mean?
- Well I took the liberty of having
your belongings transferred here.
I've set up a comfortable
room next door to the lab.
- Okay.
Just do me a favor, okay Everett?
No more surprises.
I've had about as many
as I can take for today.
- Yes, of course, forgive me.
I have a tendency to become
overzealous when I'm excited.
It's a trait that my
wife found unbearable.
- Your wife?
I thought you said you had no family.
- I haven't.
She left.
What seems like two lifetimes ago.
- Do you still keep in touch with her?
- She died.
But we have far more important things
to talk about from now on.
Goodnight, Edward.
- Duncan.
What do you know about Everett Longstreet?
- Well other than he's one of the foremost
brilliant men in modern history, not much.
But who needs to know more?
- I'm talking personally.
- Well I can only tell you what I hear.
I hear he's very reclusive.
He's on the university board,
but nobody knows much about him.
I wouldn't speculate on his character.
Why?
- I'll explain.
Eventually.
Maybe.
- Does he have anything to do with why
you're packing up all your
equipment and shit here?
- Let's just say I'm
moving to a new location.
- Where?
- I can't say.
- Do you think you could at least
give me a forwarding address
so that when I discover
just how much of this stuff
is university property
I can report you to
the proper authorities?
You really are a cantankerous
old fart aren't you?
- Here.
Pull my finger.
- You know I'm gonna miss you, Duncan.
- Don't nauseate me please.
I had a very spicy Greek lunch today
and I would like it to
stay right where it is.
Edward.
Take care.
Okay?
Please.
(tense music)
- [Edward VO] Travis Mitchell.
Suspected serial killer shot and killed
by police during an attempted murder.
Severe clinical sociopath.
Images seem to be permanently
embedded in my memory proteins.
Subject's thoughts vivid
and seem to be persistent.
Perhaps permanent.
(mouse squeaking)
(pulsating ringing)
- I saw it all.
The maze, the food.
Everything!
Not only see it, Everett, I could feel it.
I could feel his fear, his frustration,
his determination to
find the food once I...
Once he smelled it.
For god's sake, Everett, you've
got to get better cheese.
(Everett chuckles)
Ow!
(dramatic music)
Fuck.
What did I do?
- You've been working very long hours.
Perhaps you should rest.
- I still have some work to do.
Maybe I'll just take a nap.
- Edward.
Excellent work this evening.
I'm proud of you.
- Thank you.
- Pleasant dreams.
(Geiger counter crackling)
(suspense music)
(rapid heart beating)
(Edward gasps)
- Everett?
(ethereal music)
(footsteps approaching)
- Don't walk away from me.
- I wasn't.
- Why can't we talk?
- Who are you?
- We spoke of having children.
When was that supposed to happen?
You don't have time for a child.
You don't even have time for me.
- Children?
What are you talking about?
- Of course I understand
that your work is important.
Lord knows that is all
you ever talk about.
You're obsessed with this one thing.
We had so much fun at the shore.
We took the time to know one another.
To let our love grow.
But I guess I don't mean
that much to you anymore.
I've been replaced by
beakers and petri dishes.
I love you, Everett.
But you give me no choice.
- Everett?
- You're gonna do it aren't you?
You're not gonna stop me.
I wish I had never met you.
I hate you for this.
Do you hear what I say?
I hate you.
- Wait.
No wait, please!
I have to talk to you!
(Edward gasps)
What's happening to me?
Am I losing my mind?
(Britt gasps)
- Edward.
- It seems there's a little
celebrating to be done.
The paperwork's complete.
And you're now the sole beneficiary
of the Longstreet estate.
Did you hear me?
- What?
- Edward for god's sake, man, you're rich.
You can pursue your work
in any way you like.
Don't be an asshole.
Enjoy it.
- No, it's not that.
I just don't know where the work ends.
And I begin.
(Britt throat clears)
- Hi.
- Hi.
Excuse me.
Britt Clark.
Everett Longstreet.
- What a pleasure it is to meet
such a beautiful young woman.
- Thank you.
This is some place you got here.
It's...
Eclectic.
- So Britt, what are you doing here?
- I feel a little
uncomfortable discussing this.
Think there's any place
else we could go talk?
By the size of this house I figure
there's probably a few other rooms.
- Yeah.
Everett, I'm gonna work in my room
for the rest of the night.
- Oh yes, of course.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Clark.
(tense music)
- So what do you really
think of my new surroundings?
- It's big, it's old, it's musty.
All we need is Igor.
- Yeah, I thought we broke up.
You're here because...
- I needed a lobotomy and I
thought this would be the place.
No.
I was worried about you.
What's really going on here, Edward?
- Britt, I now have the
chance to go after my dreams.
With all the support and all
the funding I've never had.
It's gonna make life so much easier.
So much better.
And I'd like to find
a place for you in it.
A place for me and yours.
- Well that last line was pretty cheesy.
But I really want things
to work out between us.
So I'll accept it.
I'm not happy without you.
- Well that ranks right up there
on the cheese meter too.
- Okay.
I accept your apology.
What time is it anyway?
- Well let's see.
The big hand is on the six
and the little hand is on the eight.
- Ha ha.
(dramatic music)
(Britt moans)
(keyboard typing)
- Finally.
Immortality.
(Britt moans)
I can feel her.
Completely her.
(computer beeping)
- You were definitely on to something
with your work on the shamans.
And their transference of thought.
From what I've been able to
discern, the shaman smoke
stimulates the production
of memory neurotransmitters,
then vaporizes them up into the smoke.
Once it's inhaled, it
binds with the postsynaptic
neurons thus transferring the memory.
Thus, collective thought.
- So much for theory.
How do you bring it into the light?
- Well what I'm attempting to do
is to analyze the chemical structure
of the neurotransmitters, code them,
input them into the computer.
Now if it works, we'll be
able to store, transfer,
and filter all of my
memory, all of my thoughts.
Even my soul.
- Looks like I placed
my bet well with you.
That's if it works.
- We're about to find out.
(computer beeping)
(tense music)
I really gotta get some new hardware.
Let's give it a shot.
(distant foreign chanting)
Everett!
Why?
(electronics warping)
(suspense music)
(rhythmic drumming)
(women screaming)
(guns firing)
(ethereal music)
What's happening?
(tense music)
(Edward groans)
What's wrong with me?
I must be...
I must be getting sick.
- No.
This can't be happening.
Longstreet, what have you done?
- Edward.
Thanks for the new lease on life.
(suspense music)
- You switched bodies with
me and erased everything.
How did you do it without me knowing?
My chest.
Can't breathe.
(Edward breathing heavy)
Amelia.
She was his wife.
- [Operator] 911 emergency operator.
- Yes, I need some help.
I think I'm having a heart attack.
- [Operator] Sir, what's your address?
We'll send an ambulance.
- Yes, I'm at 6 Akkerman Lane.
It's the Longstreet residence.
- [Operator] Sir, what's your name?
- Edward...
- [Operator] Sir, please stay on the line.
An ambulance is on its way.
Sir?
Sir, are you there?
- I think I found a buyer
for three of your pieces
and another guy really loves
the one with the corset.
You okay?
- Sorta.
Yeah, I'm okay.
- Look.
Britt.
Am I really just wasting my time here?
- Oh no no no.
Jerry, you're not wasting your time.
I mean not in the real sense of the word.
I mean you know when two
people, they just don't...
I don't wanna...
- Any time now.
- I really really like you.
I do, I'm flattered.
I just think of you as a friend.
- Gah!
No!
Not the F word.
- The F word?
- Friend.
Just don't say it.
- Okay.
- Look, I'm gonna take
one last stab at this.
Why would you want to be with
anybody who has no money,
no prospects, nothing but a head
full of idealistic crap who you know
is only gonna screw up your life?
- I know.
I know, I'm crazy, I know.
(dramatic music)
- Isn't this cozy.
- Speak of the devil.
- Edward?
- Why don't you get the fuck out of here.
- Take it easy, okay?
- No you take it easy.
I said get the fuck out of here!
- You okay?
What the hell's wrong with you?
- I don't know.
I didn't mean to hit him.
I don't know why I did that.
- Well I guess I misjudged you.
I didn't think you had the balls.
Well there's your decision, Britt.
That's what you want.
(siren wailing)
(tense music)
- Hello?
Anybody here?
Paramedics!
- From the smell of this place
this could be our eighth DOA this week.
- That would top Vinny and
Akbar's all time record.
This could be our shot at immortality.
Leon!
I got the coronary in here!
- So we talking the record here or what?
- I don't know, this guy
doesn't look too chipper.
I got bad news for you, we got a pulse.
- All right, let's prepare for transport.
- This guy look really bad.
I will never eat beef jerky again.
- I don't know if he'll
make trip to general.
- Make a side bet that the esse
doesn't make it a Fifth and Flower.
- This guy's got at least Main and Ninth.
- Pft, you're on.
- I overreacted.
I didn't mean to hit him.
It's not me.
- You scared me.
- Come on.
I wanna show you something.
Come on.
- On the roof?
- Mmmhm.
I wanna give you something.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
This is your gift!
- Where?
- You're standing on it.
- You bought me a roof?
- I bought you the whole building.
- Okay, let me get this straight.
First you can't get a
grant so you're so broke
that you can't finish your work.
Then you move into some old
crazy guy's house to work with him.
And now you have so much money
that you just buy it in his place?
- Longstreet left me his entire estate.
- He died?
- This morning.
He had a heart attack.
He left me everything.
- Well you don't seem too
affected by his death.
- He was old.
It was his time.
Now it's my time.
- Why you?
- He had his reasons.
Reasons only he knew.
And I have my reasons.
- You know, I don't know
what's gotten into you lately,
but the new and improved you just sucks.
(tires screeching)
(suspense music)
- Hey!
What are you doing, you moron?
- Nobody got hit.
Why are we even out of the car?
(siren wailing)
- Something definitely
went wrong in the transfer.
This isn't me.
This isn't Edward.
- Hey, excuse me!
- What do you want?
- You got some spare change on you, man?
- No I don't.
- I think I hear some change
jingling in there, man.
Why don't you help me
out with anything, man.
Anything at all, man.
- Leave me alone.
I said I don't have any.
- I heard some change
jingling in there, man.
Why don't you help me out huh?
- You want some change?
Huh?
You want some change?
- I just want money, man.
- Here's your fucking change!
(heart beating)
(Elliott breathing heavy)
Oh my god.
What's happening?
I'm losing my mind.
(Edward groans)
- Sounds crazy.
My body.
Being taken over by Everett Longstreet.
- These guys are getting crazier
and crazier all the time.
- Help me.
Time's running out.
Longstreet.
Wants me dead.
Help please.
- Honey.
I'm gonna get you all the help you need.
Damn, right before my break.
I think we might have
a little problem here.
- Move him to the J Ward.
He was admitted with
symptoms of a heart attack,
but his blood workup indicates that it was
induced by an overdose
of potassium chloride.
Seems mentally unstable, so I want him
under 24 hour observation.
(dramatic music)
(distant women screaming)
- [Elliot VO] Somehow someone else's
thoughts have entered my mind.
The memories can't be Edward's.
And they're not mine.
The hate.
The rage.
The pain.
I'm losing myself.
The need to kill.
- [Police Dispatch] 105 North Avenue, 52.
- [Police Officer] Come
on, let's check it out.
(heart beating)
(police officer knocking)
- Are you Brittany Clark?
- Yeah.
I am.
- [Police Officer] Do
you know an Edward Adams?
- Yeah.
He's a friend.
- [Police Officer] Do you have
any knowledge of his whereabouts?
- [Britt] No, I haven't
seen him since yesterday.
Why, is he hurt?
Is he okay?
- He's wanted for questioning
for an assault and battery.
If you should come in contact with him
or learn of his whereabouts could you
give us a call at this number please?
- Sure.
(ominous music)
(heart beating)
I don't know.
This is crazy.
Where is he?
I called everywhere, Jerry.
I have no idea where he is.
God, I'm so tired.
Yeah.
I know.
If you hear from him,
call me right away okay?
I know.
Okay bye.
Edward!
(suspense music)
- Come on!
Come on!
Where the hell are you?
The amount of potassium
chloride I pumped into your body
your heart should've exploded
before it hit the ground!
Entered the subject's memory?
Lived his killings?
Felt the life slip away, felt the hate.
The anger, it terrifies me.
(muttering) from the subject or myself.
Can't control the dark images?
Shit!
He's put this madness inside of me.
(distorted clock ringing)
He's alive.
Yes, he's had a long history
of mental instability.
It's been very hard on the family.
- [Nurse] He's in here.
- I thought you'd come back.
Have you been enjoying the
twisted mind of Travis Mitchell?
- Why?
Why would you pollute your
memory with someone so-
- It was an early experiment.
I tapped into his mind without realizing
that it would embed his memory into mine.
Now your memory.
Permanent.
Why did you do this to me?
- I wanted life.
I wanted more life.
I was willing to do anything to get it.
I didn't want to die before I
truly got the chance to live.
- That's why you engineered all this.
Why you killed my grant
so that I'd need you.
Why you tried to kill me.
Potassium chloride is such a crude way
of trying to induce an
artificial heart attack.
You should have tried tropomyosin 15.
It leaves fewer traces.
But then, you young people
are always in such a hurry.
- Edward, you have to
learn that any advancement
like true life extension
will only be taken over
and perverted by the wealthy and powerful.
It's been the history of science
since the beginning of time.
- The one thing I can thank you
for teaching me is that it's not important
how long you live, but how well you live.
Both of us have lived our
lives, wasted our lives,
chasing eternity and failing to live
to enjoy the thing that we covet so much.
- Sounds like the point of view
of a man lying in bed dying doesn't it?
Not my point of view, Edward.
- I didn't expect to hear it from you.
From a mind like yours.
- Edward, I need you to reprocess me.
My memory through the system and filter
Travis Mitchell out of my soul.
- There's something
about the chemical makeup
of the diseased mind that makes it want
to eat away at the
healthy part of the mind.
He will eat away at you
until you don't exist.
It was happening to me.
I think the hell you will go through
is justified by what you've done to me.
Why should I help you?
- Because I have Britt.
And if you don't, I will kill her.
You more than anyone should
know how well I can kill.
Besides Edward, you don't
have much time to live.
Don't make that true for her too.
- I will never get out of here.
They think I'm dangerous and crazy.
- Fortunately, I was able to throw
Everett Longstreet's doctor's name around.
No surprise there.
They're allowing me to take you
to a private hospital under his direction.
Don't make that true for her too.
(computer beeping)
I've reconnected the flow sensor
from the spectrometer to the chamber.
What's the parts per million flow cycle?
- What's going on here?
- Remember when I explained
to you that I was trying
to digitize the chemical
components of my memory?
Store it in a computer.
- Shut up!
What's the parts per million flow cycle?
- 6.4 per single wavelength cycle.
- But you're Longstreet.
Edward told me that.
- Shut up!
Or I swear to God I'll kill
the both of you right now!
- Oh god.
- What's next?
- Set it on maximum.
Wide open.
(tense music)
- It's done.
Will it work?
- I don't know.
You're pushing beyond the
limits of what I can do.
- Look, make the magic happen or I'll
splatter both your brains across the lab!
And remember, I've been watching you
every step of the way, so
don't try anything foolish.
- What's your input code?
(computer beeping)
- Oh.
Just in case you get some crazy idea
about trying to stop the system.
(gun firing)
- Edward!
- You can stop the system.
Pull the main fuse.
Then look under the glass table.
There's an envelope.
(computer beeps rapidly)
(electrical warping)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(distant foreign chanting)
(rhythmic drums and flute)
- It's your Amelia.
(distorted women screaming)
- [Female Victim] Who are you?
Who are you?
Please!
(woman sobbing)
No, please!
Please!
(guns firing)
(heart beating)
(ominous music)
- 38 years on this Earth
I've learned only one thing.
Life blows.
(gun firing)
(electricity sparking)
(tense music)
- "Britt, In the event of some gross
"miscalculation on my part, I stored
"my digitized data memory onto this disc.
"Place the disc in the CD
drive and type Brittany."
(dramatic music)
I was worried about you.
I'm nothing without you.
I really want things
to work out between us.
I really want things
to work out between us.
(Britt moans)
Edward!
- Yeah.
It's me.
- Prove it.
- (chuckles) Your father abandoned you
and your beloved mother's an alcoholic.
- What about my brother?
- You know, Britt.
I don't think I'll ever be the same.
- What do you mean?
- Because I know.
The horror that Longstreet felt.
The desperation of growing old.
Losing all of it.
The desperation of staying alive.
I love you.
(dramatic piano music)