All language subtitles for The.Man.from.Earth.2007.RE

Hey, buddy.

You don't waste time, do you?

I try not to.

Well, you need help?

Sure.

Would you like to tell us

what the hell that was all about?

I don't like good-byes.

Kind of the point of
a good-bye party, John.

Went to a certain amount
of trouble, you know?

Could've at least stayed
a few minutes, huh?

Eaten some of the food
we so feverishly prepared?

I apologize, Harry.

But why are you moving so quickly?

You only resigned a couple of days ago.

You got the history chair at Stanford.

I wish.

Well, taquitos, chicken wings,

Roastie-Toasties and beer.

If we'd had more time,

we'd have done something
a little more grandiose.

Candlelight dinner at McDonald's.

Strippers.

Taquitos are fine.

A'right.

Art's gonna be along, too.

He's, uh, talking to a student. Pfft.

Is George taking over for you?

- George or Trimbell.
- Has the dean made up his mind?

He hasn't called.

My god!

Wh-What is this?

It looks like a Van Gogh,

But I've never seen it before.

Is that an original, John?

No, it's just a gift someone gave me.

Still, it's a superb copy.

Contemporaneous, I think,

May I take a closer look?

Please, yeah.

Yeah, it's the same
stretcher as Van Gogh used.

Yeah, there's writing
on the back in French.

Oh, "to my friend Jacques Borne."

Wonder who that was?

Someone he knew, I guess.

Brilliant deduction, Sherlock.

Surely you'll have this
looked at, appraised?

Well, maybe sometime,

but I wouldn't really want money for it.

That does it.

Put that stuff in the kitchen.

No, I'm gonna put it
in the bathroom, John.

Gas is off, electricity's on.

Get comfortable while you can.

The furniture's going this afternoon.

It's been years since I sat on a floor.

Heh. I can't remember her name.

Eh, it's good for the back.

Can we do yoga exercises?

Tantric yoga, we can.

So you're leaving
good old "we teach you."

Rather suddenly, you must admit.

Truth time, John.

Is there a problem?

No.

Oh, come on, you know we wanna help.

That's appreciated, but really-

There's no problem.

Well, now I am curious.

Where are you going?

Givin' up tenure...

A decade of professorship,

in line to chair the department,

and you don't know where you're going?

Call it cabin fever.

After a while, I get itchy feet.

I've done this before.

No, no, no, you're too young
to have done this before.

And he hasn't aged a day in ten years.

Every woman on the faculty

would give anything to have that secret.

Is that what they're after, Edith?

Oh, stop, Harry.

Wow, can you pull this?

What the hell?

What do you hunt?

Deer, mostly.

Around big bear.

With a bow and arrow?

Most people can't bag a deer

with a rifle and a telescopic sight.

Though, good eatin'.

The best wild game.

Lives naturally, eats naturally.

Well, it's beautiful.

Art.

Ah.

So, can I get an "a" for awesome?

Oh, my gosh.

That was fun.

Hey, John.

You know Linda.
You had her last semester.

Hi. Hey.

She's one of my victims now.
I'm taking her home.

She wanted to come by
and say hello good-bye.

Is Art as tough as I hear?

Oh, archaeology's tough.

Dr. Jenkins is a fine teacher.

Oh, that's very politic.

It's very true. Uh-huh.

Something for you to
read on the road, pal.

"Shadows of the cave:
parallels to early man."

M. Jenkins.

Publish or perish.

I'd rather read

than write another one.

Thank you.

Hi.

Oh, everybody, this is Linda.

Linda, this is everybody.

Linda. Hi.

So.

Where you going, John,
like we give a damn?

We've already covered that.

John's got itchy feet.

There are over-the-counter
remedies for that, John.

So there is a problem.

No.

I just like to move on now and then.

It's a personal thing.

Well, not to pry.

I'm sorry I don't
have more to offer you.

Got conversation, some
seats for your behinds,

And, uh...

Is he ducking out on us again?

...I do have this.

Oh ho ho! Johnny Walker green!

Didn't even
know they made it in green.

What do they pay you?

Nothing is too good for my friends.

But I'm sorry -
we are down to plastic cups now.

That's a sacrilege I'll tolerate.

I will do the honors.

Oh, come to papa.

Ooh! Here, cups, cups.

There we go.

Step on in here.

There ya go...

One for the birthday boy
- Excuse me. Art?

No, not for me.

Oh, no, I don't drink.

We're not
gonna card you, darling.

All right, here, join
the circle at least.

Well, to long life and good fortune

To our esteemed friend

and colleague, John Oldman.

May he find undeserved bliss

wherever he goes.

Hear, hear.

Skol. Na zdorovye.

One off the top, John.

Mm! Oh, that's good.

Excuse me.

John, we're all sorry to see you go.

Truly.

Okay. Now we're done with that,

what do we do for the
rest of the afternoon?

Anyone got a good topic?

Like this, maybe? Heh.

What is that?

It's a burin off a parrot beak.

Inclined chisel point...

Probably early Magdalenian.

May I see that?
Sure.

Yes indeed, that's what it is.

What's a burin?

A burin is a flint tool

for grooving wood and
bone, antlers especially,

to make spear and harpoon points.

Magdalenians weren't
noted for flint work,

so this is a very nice specimen.

Okay, what's a Magdalenian?

A later Cro-Magnon,

without gettin' technical.

It's the final culture
of the upper Paleolithic.

If stones could speak, eh, Art?

So where'd you get that, John?

Believe it or not, from a thrift shop.
A quarter.

You lucky dog!

I gotta go digging
for this kind of stuff.

Can I, uh...?

Yeah.

Huh.

Maybe...

I'm glad you did this.

Did what? You mean come over?

Maybe?

Definitely.

Gee, thanks.

Well, so are we.

So are we.

We couldn't let you just run off.

Thanks.

John, what is up, huh?

Are you on America's most wanted?

We won't turn you in.

Yeah, come on, out with it.

You're among friends.

Snoopy friends.

Forget it.

You are creating the mystery here.

Obviously, you have something
you'd like to say. Say it!

Well, maybe I...

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

Harry, stop.

There is something I'm
tempted to tell you, I think.

I've never done this before,
and I wonder how it'll pan out.

I wonder if I could ask
you a silly question.

John, we're teachers.

We answer silly questions all the time.

Hey!

What if a man from the upper Paleolithic

survived until the present day?

What do you mean, survived?

Never died?

Yes. What would he be like?

Well, I know some guys.

You ever been to the Ozarks?

It's an interesting idea.

What, are you working on
a science fiction story?

Say I am. What would he be like?

Pretty tired.

Well, seriously,

As Art's book title suggests,

he might be like any of us.

Dan. A caveman?

Well, there's no anatomical difference

between, say, a Cro-Magnon and us.

Except that as a rule,
we've grown taller.

What's the selective
advantage of height?

Better to see predators
in tall grass, my dear.

Actually, tall and skinny

radiates heat more
effectively in warmer climates.

And as for neanderthals,

I mean, we've all seen apish people.

That strain's still with us.

But he'd be a caveman.

No, he wouldn't.

John's hypothetical man

would have lived
through 140 centuries...

Yeah, roughly.

...and changed with every one of them.

I mean, assuming normal intelligence.

Well, we think men of
the upper Paleolithic

were as intelligent as we are.

They just didn't know as much.

John's man would have
learned as the race learned.

In fact, if he had an inquiring mind,

his knowledge might be astonishing.

If you do write that,
let me have a look at it.

I'm sure you'll make some
anthropological boners.

It's a deal.

What would keep him alive?

What does the biologist say?

Cigarettes.

And ice cream.

All right, all right, I'll play.

All right, um, in science fiction terms,

I would say...

Perfect regeneration
of the body's cells,

especially in the vital organs.

Actually, the human
body appears designed

to live about 190 years.

Most of us just die of slow poisoning.

Maybe he did something right,

something everybody else
in history had done wrong.

What, like eat the food,

drink the water, and breathe the air?

Prior to modern times,

those were pristine.

We've extended our lifespan
in a world that's, uh...

not fit to live in.

You know, it could happen.

The pancreas turns over
cells every 24 hours,

the stomach lining in three days,

the entire body in seven years,

but the process falters.

Waste accumulates, eventually
proves fatal to function.

Now if a quirk in his immune system

led to perfect detox,

perfect renewal, then yeah.

He could duck decay.

Mm, that's a secret
we'd all love to have.

Would you really want to do that?

Live 14,000 years?

Well, if I could stay
healthy and I didn't age,

I mean, why not?

Yeah. What a chance to learn.

Is anyone hungry?

You know, the more I think
about it, yeah, it's possible.

Anything is possible, right?

After all, one century's magic,
another century's science.

They thought Columbus
was a nut job, right?

Pasteur, Copernicus?

Aristarchus long before that.

Right.

I had a chance to sail with Columbus,

Only I'm not the adventurous type.

I was pretty sure the Earth was round,

but at that point, I still thought

he might fall off an edge someplace...

Look around, John.

We just did.

I suppose there's a
joke in there somewhere,

but I don't get it.

There's nothing to get.

What are we talking about?

We were just talking about a caveman

who survives until the present time.

As you said, what a chance to learn,

once I learned to learn.

Did you start the whiskey
before we got here?

Pretend it's science fiction.

Figure it out.

Okay, a-
- Very old Cro-Magnon

living until the present.

Oh!

What?

John just confided that
he's 14,000 years old.

Oh, John, you don't look a day over 900.

Okay, okay.

All right, Spock, I'll
play your little game.

What do you want? What's the punch line?

Every ten years or so, when people start

to notice I don't age, I move on.

That's very good,
that's very quick, John.

I wanna read that
story when you're done.

You want more?

By all means. This is great.

All right, now...

So you think that you are a...

A, uh, Cro-Magnon.

Well, I didn't learn it in school.

That's my best guess,

based on archaeological data,
maps, anthropological research.

Since Mesopotamia,

I've got the last...
4,000 years straight.

You're ahead of most
people, so please, go on.

Well, you know the background stuff,

so I'll make it brief.

In what I call my first lifetime,

I aged to about 35...

what you see.

I ended up leading my group.

They saw me as magical.

I didn't even have to fight for it.

Then fear came, and they chased me away.

They thought that I was

stealing their lives away to stay young.

The prehistoric origin
of the vampire myth.

That is good!

First thousand years,

I didn't know up from sideways.

How do you know the
first thousand years?

An informed guess, based on what

I've learned in my memories.

Most people can scarcely
remember their childhood,

but you have memories of that time?

Like yours, selective.

You know, the high points,
the low points, traumas.

They stick in the mind forever.

Put down at 3 or 35,
you still feel a twinge.

Go on.

I kept getting chased
because I wouldn't die,

so I got the hang of
joining new groups I found.

I also got the idea of
periodically moving on.

We were semi-nomadic, of course,

following the weather
and the game we hunted.

The first 2,000 years were cold.

We learned it was warmer
at lower elevations.

Late glacial period, I assume.

What was the terrain like?

Mountainous.

Vast plains to the west.

West - something you learned in school.

Towards the setting sun.

I suspect I saw the British isles

from what is now the French coast.

Huge mountains...

on the other side of
an enormous deep valley

that was shadowed by the setting sun.

This is before they were separated

from the continent by rising
seas, as glaciers melted.

That happened?

Yes, the end of the Pleistocene.

So far, what he says fits.

Oh, yeah, into any textbook.

And that's where I found it.

How can I have knowledgeable recall

if I didn't have knowledge?

It's all retrospective.

All I can do is
integrate my recollections

with modern findings.

Caveman, you gonna hit me
over the head with a club

and drag me into the bedroom?

You'd be more fun conscious.

Oh, John.

Let me get this straight.

We're not talking about reincarnation.

You're not saying that you remember

whatever the hell it would be,

200 separate lifetimes, dying

and being born again and yada yada?

One lifetime.

Some lifetime.

Wow.

Maybe there is something
to this reincarnation thing.

You're supposed to come back

again and again, learn and learn,

and somehow, John, you just managed

to bypass all the other bodies.

Well, what's the point?

What about oceans?

Didn't see them till much later.

So how would you know
an ocean from a lake?

Big waves - something else.

I can only surmise in retrospect.

Were you curious about
where it all came from?

We would look up at the sky and wonder.

"There's gotta be
some big guys up there.

What else made all this down here??"

At first I thought

there was something wrong with me -

maybe I was a bad guy for not dying.

Then I began to wonder if I was cursed

or perhaps blessed.

Then I thought maybe I had a mission.

Do you still think you do?

God works in mysterious ways.

I think I just happened.

Wow.

Hello?

Yes, Ellie?

What's wrong?

Sandy?

Coming.

Yeah?

Do we have Ellie's midterm here?

Yeah, sorry.

I picked it up with the periodicals.

Got it.

No, you're worried about your parents?

Don't- Don't worry.

You passed, C+.

Take care of yourself.

Good kid.

What does pre-med need with history?

Got it.

Thank you.

Sorry, guys.

John, please continue.

Come on, I thought we
were done with that.

No! Let's go on with it.

It's interesting.

Besides, I think he's making
a certain amount of sense.

Like Hegel.
Logic from absurd premises.

That Van Gogh?

He gave it to me.

I was, uh, Jacques Bourne at the time,

A pig farmer.

A pig farmer?

I like to work with my hands.

He would come out to the place, paint.

We talked about capturing nature in art.

Turner, Cezanne, Pissarro.

Oh, the Nolde landscapes.

Not in Van Gogh's time.

He would have loved them, though.

Yes.

Well, I don't understand

why you can't remember
where you're from.

Geography hasn't changed.

I learned that in-

Professor Hensen's tepid lectures.

But you're right.

Where did you live when
you were five years old?

Little Rock.

Your mother, she took you to the market?

Mm-Hmm. What direction was it?

From your house.

I don't know.

How far?

Um, three blocks.

Were there any references

that stuck in your mind?

Well, there was a gas station

and a big field.

I was told I could never go there alone.

And if you went back there today,

Would it be the same?

No. I'm sure it's all
different and built up.

Thus the saying
"You can't go home again"

Because it isn't there anymore.

Picture it on my scale-

I migrated through an endless flat space

full of endless new things.

Forests, mountains, tundra, canyons.

My memory sees what I saw then.

My eye sees freeways, urban sprawl,

Big Macs under the Eiffel tower.

Early on, the world
got bigger and bigger,

and then...

Think what I've had to unlearn.

And now you're moving on.

As you've said, there's
talk of my not aging,

And when that happens, I move on.

Well, it might make sense
to set up your next identity,

Your next ten years, and
then just drop into it.

I've done that a few times,

even passed as my own son.

"Oh, you're an engineer, too?

You're Ben's son. He was a good man."

Saves trouble with
credentials and references.

On the other hand, I've
been busted a few times.

Spent a year in jail, Belgium, 1862

- I won't forget that -

for faking a government application.

When'd you come to America?

1890, right after Van Gogh's death,

With some French immigrants...

Moving on.

An answer for every question.

Except one, John.

Why're you doing this?

A whim. Maybe not such a good idea.

I...

Wanted to say good-bye to you as me,

not what you thought I was.

Well, since this isn't funny,

we think you might have a problem.

A very serious problem.

I've got boxes to move.

I'll give you a hand.

Wouldn't you have
some relic, an artifact

to remind you of your early life?

Like this, maybe?

Thrift shop.

Really.

If you lived 100... 1,000 years...

Would you still have this?

What would cause you to keep it?

As a memento to your beginnings,

even if you didn't have

the concept of beginnings?

It would be gone, lost.

No.

I don't have artifacts.

Keep that.

Interesting.

You could have lied about that.

Don't talk about me while I'm gone.

Is he serious?

If he is, I'm sorry to say he's...

Oh, how could he have
concealed that for ten years?

Least he doesn't appear to be dangerous.

What are you doing?

Checkin' for a hidden mic.

Candid camera.

He's fabricating these wild stories.

I've never seen him acting like this.

Oh, it's crazy.

All right, all right,
as soon as you can, then.

I love you, you know.

I know.

Since my first week at the office.

And?

I care very much about you,

but now you know what
you'd be getting into.

Do you really think you're a caveman?

Do you?

Could you love me,

or don't you believe in that anymore?

I've gotten over it too many times.

Fond of you...

certainly attracted to you.

That's it?

I can work with that.

If what I'm saying is true,

you and any children will age.

I won't.

And one day I'll leave.

You'll go back to your
May-December romances.

The simple fact is

that I can't give you forever.

How long's forever?

Who ever really has it?

My parents split up before I was born,

And then my mom's next marriage lasted

what, a whole three years?

Then there's death,
illness, acts of god...

No one knows how long they have.

Or how little.

I love you.

Take whatever you can get.

Like ten years?

Ah! Ha ha ha!

Uhn!

Oh.

Why did you do that?

I wanted to see how fast you
were. Check your reflexes.

I don't have eyes in
the back of my head,

I can't hear a flea walking,

I am not in any way superman.

Well, I'm a second-degree black belt.

Give it another thousand years.

Well. I got it, I got it, I got it.

Jesus.

Smooth demonstration, Harry.

Sit on it, Dan.

I still have questions.

I-I do too, John.

I mean, are we done with prehistory yet?

Remember any of your original language?

A little. One thing
hasn't changed much...

Did you ever do any cave art?

Do you know the rock art at Les Eyzies?

Mm-Hmm.

It was the work of a man named...

Giraud.

He did a pretty good job.

He would draw the animals

that we hoped to find to eat.

One day after a fruitless hunt,

our chief stomped his teeth out

because his magic had failed him.

After that, someone had
to chew his food for him.

Finally, he got- I suspect-

an infected jaw,

and he was abandoned.

That's awful.

You have to know what to kill.

Is this why all your students

say your knowledge of history is...

so amazing?

No, that's mostly based on study.

Remember, it's one man,
one place at a time,

My solitary viewpoint

of a world I knew almost nothing about.

Well, let's talk about

what you say you do know about:

Historical times.

Don't encourage him.

Edith.

Next few thousand years, it got warmer.

A few thousand years-

See, now I know you're guessing.

You can't get there from here, Art.

Well then, pray, continue.

We hunted reindeer, mammoths,

bison, horses,

The game retreated northward

as the climate changed.

You got the idea of growing food

rather than gathering it,

raising animals rather
than hunting them.

Am-Am I getting warm, here?

I bet I am.

Lakeside living becomes commonplace,

- Fishing, fowling...
- Come on!

John, this is out of any textbook.

Even yours.

You got most of it right.

Eventually I headed to the east.

I'd grown curious about the world.

I'd gotten the hang of going it alone,

Learning how to fit in when I wanted to.

East.

Towards the rising sun?

Yes. I thought it might be warmer there.

That's when I saw an ocean.

The Mediterranean, probably.

It was around the
beginning of the bronze age,

So I followed the trade
routes from the east,

Copper, tin,

Learning languages as I went.

Everywhere, creation myths,

new gods, so many, so different.

I finally realized that it was...

probably all hogwash,

So I was Sumerian for 2,000 years,

Then finally Babylonian under Hammurabi.

Great man.

And I sailed as a Phoenician for a time.

See, moving on had been
easier as a hunter-gatherer...

Difficult when villages emerged,

tougher still in city states
where authority was centralized.

Strangers were suspect.

It seemed as though I
was always moving on.

I learned some new tricks-

even faked my death a couple of times.

I continued east

to India,

luckily at the time of the Buddha.

Luckily.

Most extraordinary man I've ever known.

He taught me things

I'd never thought about before.

You studied... with the Buddha?

Until he died.

He knew there was something
different about me.

I never told him.

This is fascinating.

I almost wish it were true.

Yeah, if it was true,
why are you telling us?

I mean, we might leave here today,

Go out there, tell everybody.

It would vanish in disbelief.

A story that goes around the room.

No credibility.

Even if I could make you believe me,

in a month, you wouldn't.

Some of you would call me a psychopath,

Others would be angry
at a pointless joke.

Some of us are angry now.

This-this was a bad idea.

Uh, I love you all, and I do not want

to put you through anything.

Then why are you doing it?

'Cause I wanted
to say good-bye-

As yourself.

I think you've done that,

whoever that self is.

Easy, Edith.

We're just grading his homework.

I see what's going on. You're
playing the good cop, Dan.

That's fine. Just enjoy it.

All right, I think this
whole thing is just a crock!

I should leave, but I'm gonna stay.

You know why? 'Cause I wanna
see what this is all about.

So do I. What is this all about?

Let's ask Dr. Freud,
who's just arrived.

Hey, Will! Will!

Art. Hey.

John!

I'm glad I caught you.

Someone mentioned
that you were leaving-

Called you, told you that I've lost it.

Glad you're here. Things are
going in unexpected directions.

Yes, so I hear.

Hi.

Are you hungry?

Uh, thank you, no.

Whiskey? Johnny Walker green.

Oh, yes.

You look very familiar,
my dear. Linda Murphy.

I'm in your Tuesday
psych 1 class, Dr. Gruber.

Ah, well, this lesson may be something

I could not have imagined.

I regret being so
obvious about this, John,

but these people are all
very concerned for you.

Yes, I'm cutting out paper dinosaurs.

I really wish I'd been
here from the beginning.

Me too.

Let me just say something right now.

There's absolutely no
way in the whole world

for John to prove this story to us,

just like there's no way
for us to disprove it.

No matter how outrageous we think it is,

no matter how highly trained
some of us think we are,

there's absolutely
no way to disprove it.

Our friend is either a
caveman, a liar, or a nut.

So while we're thinking about that,

why don't we just go with it?

I mean, hell, who knows,

he might jolt us into believing him,

or we might jolt him back to reality.

Believing? Whose reality?

So... you're a caveman.

Yes. Uh...

Uh, I was a Cro-Magnon, I think.

You don't know if
you're a caveman or not?

No, I'm sure about that.

A Cro-Magnon, then.

When did you first realize this?

When the Cro-Magnon
was first identified,

when anthropology gave them a name,

I had mine.

Well, please continue.

I'm sure you must have more to say.

Would you like me to lie on the couch?

As you wish.

As a physician, I'm curious.

In this enormous lifetime you describe,

have you ever been ill?

Sure, as much as anyone.

Seriously ill?

Sometimes.

Of what? Do you know?

In prehistory, I can't tell you.

Maybe pneumonia once or twice.

Last few hundred years,

I've gotten over typhoid, yellow fever,

smallpox... I survived the black plague.

Bubonic?

Oh, that's terrible.

More so than history describes.

And smallpox.
- But you're not scarred.

I don't scar.

No, John, that is not possible.

Please, let's take John's story

at face value and explore
it from that perspective.

If he doesn't scar, it's
no stranger than the rest.

John, would you please stop by my lab,

suffer a few tests from

your friendly neighborhood biologist.

I'm leery of labs.

Afraid I might go in and
stay for a thousand years

while cigarette smoking
men try to figure me out.

You don't think that I would betray you?

Walls have ears.

Medical tests might be a
way of proving what you say.

I don't wanna prove it.

So you're telling us this,

the yarn of the century,

And you don't care if
we believe it or not?

I guess I shouldn't
have expected you to.

You're not as crazy as you think I am.

Amen.

I've always liked you.

Why, thank you, dear.

Now that's changing.

Surely you don't believe this nonsense.

I think we should remain
courteous to someone

who we've known and trusted, Edith.

Here you sit.
You can't break his story.

All you can do is thumb your nose at it.

Is that what you're doing, John?

Are you laughing at us inside?

I wish you didn't feel that way.

What you're saying -
it offends common sense.

So does relativity, quantum mechanics-

That's the way nature works.

But your story doesn't fit
into nature as we know it.

But we know so little, Dan.

We know so little.

How many of you know

five geniuses in your field

that you disagree with...

One you would like to strangle?

Strangle them all.

It's bad enough we have to listen

to Harry's idiotic jokes.

Thank you very much, Edith.

Maybe when I'm 110, I'll
be as smart as you are.

If you lived as long as John did,

you still wouldn't grow up.

Come on, guys. Take it easy.

How often do we get to meet someone

who says he's a stone age man?

Well, once is enough.

Edith.

All right. A guy with your mind-

you'd have studied a great deal.

I have ten degrees,
including all of yours...

Except yours, Will.

That makes me feel a trifle Lilliputian.

That's over the span of 170 years.

I got my biology degree
at Oxford in 1840,

So I'm a little behind the times.

The same in other areas-

I can't keep up with the
new stuff that comes along.

No one can.

Not even in their specialty.

So much for the myth

of the super-wise,
all-knowing immortal.

I see your point, John.

No matter how long a man lives,

he can't be in advance of his times.

He can't know more than
the best of the race knows,

if that- I mean, when the
world learned it was round,

you learned it.

It took some time.

News traveled slowly

before communications were fancy.

There were social obstacles,

preconceptions, screams from the church.

Ten doctorates.

That's impressive,
John. Did you teach them?

Some.

You might have all done the same.

Living 14,000 years
didn't make me a genius.

I just had time.

Time.

We can't see it, we can't hear it,

we can't weigh it, we can't
measure it in a laboratory.

It's a subjective sense of becoming

what we are instead of what
we were a nanosecond ago,

becoming what we will
be in another nanosecond.

The Hopis see time as a landscape,

existing before and behind us,

and we move--
we move through it,

slice by slice.

Clocks measure time.

No, they measure themselves.

The objective referent
of clock is another clock.

How very interesting. What
has it got to do with John?

Oh, he- he might be a man

who lives outside of time as we know it.

Yes, uh, well.

People do go around armed these days.

If I shot you, John...
You're immortal?

Would you survive this?

I never said I was immortal, just old.

I might die.

And then you could wonder

the rest of your incarcerated
life what you shot.

Well, uh, may I?

Preferable to a gun.

Will, that was a bit much.

Ooh. Books.

Doctorates.

Yes, you have grown and changed.

But there is always innate nature.

Wouldn't you be more comfortable

squatting in the backyard?

Sometimes I do, Will.

Look up at the stars.

Wonder.

And what did primitive man make of them?

A great mystery.

There were gods up there then.

Shamans who knew about them told us.

They still do.

Have you ever wished it would end?

No.

Fourteen thousand years.

Injuries, illness, disasters.

You've survived them all.

You're a very lucky man.

Come in.

John Oldman?

Yes.

Charity now. We're here
to pick up the furniture.

It's all yours.

Here, take this chair.

I'm gonna go drink in the corner.

You're, uh... you're donating it?

Everything?

I'll get more.

Do you always travel this light?

It's the only way to move.

Oh, you-

You've talked a good deal

about your extraordinary
amount of living.

What do you think of dying, John?

Do you fear death?

Who wouldn't?

How did primitive man regard death?

Well, we had the practical concept.

You know, we stopped,

fell down, didn't get up,

Started to smell bad, come apart.

Injuries we could understand.

If someone's insides
were all over the ground.

Infections...

They were, uh, mysterious.

Aging...

The biggest mystery of all.

You realized you were different.

Longer to realize how I was different,

to find a way to synthesize

my experience into a view of myself.

At first, I thought everybody had

something wrong with them.

They got old and they
died, animals, too...

but not me.

Oh, forgive me, my dear.

You live simply.

I've owned castles, but why leave a lot

if you're always leaving?

I have money.

What, you get into
AT&T at 50 cents, John?

As one grows older,

the days, weeks, months
go by more quickly.

What does a day or a year

or a century mean to you?

The birth-death cycle?

Turbulence.

I meet someone,

learn their name, say
a word, they're gone.

Others come like waves. Rise, fall.

Ripples in a wheat
field, blown by the wind.

Do you ever get tired of it all?

I get bored now and then.

They keep making the same
stupid mistakes over and over.

They.

Then you see yourself

as separate from the rest of humanity.

I didn't mean it that way.

But of course...

I am.

Are you comfortable
knowing that you have lived

while everyone you knew
- Everyone you knew, John! -

has died?

I've regretted losing people...

often.

Have you ever felt guilt about that,

something akin to survivor's guilt?

In the strict psychological sense?

I suppose I have.

Yeah.

But what can I do about it?

Indeed.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Gentlemen, I'm-

I'm gonna keep the couch.

Thanks.

Ladies? Will? Oh, no...

You've got a heart condition.
Don't grump about it.

Hey, how about changing
the subject, Will?

Enough with the- with the dying.

But this is the flip
side of his coin, Harry.

I'm very curious to know his feelings.

Would you prefer I asked
him about his father?

I thought you always started with

"Tell me about your mother."

Yes, but prehistory was
strongly patriarchal.

Surely you remember your father.

I seem to remember a figure,

Perhaps an older brother,
a social father, maybe.

Well, no matter.

I can scarcely remember mine.

Do you feel a vacancy

in your life about that, John,

something you wish could be filled

by a face, a voice, an image?

Not at this late date.

There must be
someone - probably many -

that you valued intensely.

Loved.

You saw them age and die -

a friend, a colleague, a wife.

Certainly you've had wives and children?

I'd move on.

I had to move on.

Making him history's biggest bigamist.

Have you ever in your life thought

"It should have been me"?

Maybe.

Yeah, Art has told me

that some of your early fellows

feared you were stealing their lives.

Have you thought that perhaps you were?

Perhaps you are!

There have always been
legends of such a thing,

a creature not quite human

taking not the blood,
but the life force itself?

My God, Will.

Unconsciously, perhaps,

by some biological or psychic mechanism

that we can only guess at.

I'm not saying you would do
such a thing deliberately.

I'm not saying that you
would even know how to...

Would you?

But would such a thing be fair?

So you believe me now?

I'm only exploring what you have said.

Whether I believe it or
not is of no importance.

We will die.

You will live.

Will you come to my funeral, John?

Hey, Will...

You've gone too far.

John didn't ask to be what he is.

And we did not ask to hear about it.

But if it were true,

is there one among us
who would not feel envy,

even perhaps a touch of hatred?

You told us of yourself, John.

Can you imagine how we feel?

I never thought of that.

Since you may not die,

while we most assuredly will...

There must be a reason for that, no?

Perhaps you are an expert.

Uh, that's it, Mr. Oldman.
Have a good one.

Thank you. You too.

Or are you a vampire, John?

Even an unknowing one.

Do you stand alive and tall

in a graveyard that you helped to fill?

That's going too far.

Bored, perhaps lonely,
because your heart

cannot keep its treasures.

Is that what you're doing?

Have you led a wrongful life?

Well, then, perhaps

it is time to die.

Wait a minute, now.

Look, I don't know what John is doing,

But I sure as hell don't
like what you're doing.

Give me that gun or I'm
gonna break your goddamn arm.

You sound like our football coach, Dan.

What do you think, John?

A shot to the arm?

Perhaps we could watch it heal.

A bullet in the head...

What exactly will happen?

I have papers to correct.

As much as I dislike that job,

it'll be preferable to this.

I leave you with it.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell was that all about?

Where'd he get a gun?

He had you on the ropes, John.

Are you really so damn smart?

It's not like Will.

Mary passed away yesterday.

Who?

His wife.

She had, uh, pancreatic cancer.

Will!

I didn't know about Mary.

I'm sorry. I can see how
this might have hit you.

Please, permit me to
be infantile by myself.

Will, please.

What the hell were you thinking, Art?

Oh, come on. Something had to be done.

I have to say I agree.

And he's our friend.

Whatever else on Earth is going on,

He's our friend!

You sure about that?

Why are you being so hard on him?

One of my favorite
people has disappeared.

Can you get Alzheimer's at 35?

Maybe I'm trying to wake him up.

Maybe I'm too sad to cry.

What I said about myself hurt him.

He struck back expertly.

That stuff about stealing life forces?

I've always wondered about the reasons.

Well, we still have an
afternoon to kill, right?

Charades?

No. John?

I have a charade, and
it is just for you.

Sandy, come here.

Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, this one's for you.

Ready?

Ooh!

Unh.

My first wedding?

There you go.

There you go!

Very good, and I bet at least one of us

is your direct descendent.

And I didn't even send a Christmas card.

Christmas card? What
about a birthday card?

And don't even get me
started on the candles...

with the blowing and the

for years with the blowing.

Yeah, all right. I tried.

Well, uh, call me underdeveloped,

but I'd like to hear more.

Me too.

More.

You double-damn swear
this isn't some cockamamie

science fiction story or...

you're pulling on us?

Next question.

You-You-You realize

this is an invitation

to men in white suits with happy pills.

Think about it.

A mechanism allowing survival

for thousands of years?

Run out of room even faster.

Then we'd have to go to Mars as a colony

as we expanded, as we'd have to.

I'd like that.

On a planet of another star.

I envy you.

Did you have a pet dinosaur?

They were a little bit before my time.

At least something is.

No doubt you could give us
a thousand details, John,

corroborating your story,

from the Magdalene to the Buddha to now.

Ten thousand,

and you could stay out of the books.

Oh, it's getting chilly.

Here, come over here. Join me.

That, uh, raises an
interesting question, John.

Could there be others like you

who escaped the aging
process as you have?

Representing something terrific

we don't even know about in biology.

We're learning all the time.

Yeah, but how would he know?

He doesn't wear an I.D. badge
saying "yabba dabba doo."

There was a man in the 1600s.

Where were you in 1292 A.D.?

Where were you a year ago on this date?

Anyway, it was the
1600s, and I met a man,

and I had a hunch that he was...

like me, so I told him.

Ah. See, you said this was a first.

I forgot.

A crack in your story, John?

A touch of senility.

Anyway, he said yes,

but from another time, another place.

We talked for two days.

It was all pretty convincing,

But we couldn't be sure.

We each confirmed what the other said,

but how do we know if the confirmation

was genuine or an echo?

I knew I was kosher,

but I thought, "maybe he's
playing a game on me."

You know, a scholar
of all we spoke about.

He said he was inclined
with the same reservation.

Now, that's interesting.

Just as we can never be sure,

even if we wanted to.

I mean, if we were sure,

you couldn't be sure of that.

We parted, agreeing to keep in touch

- of course, we didn't -

and 200 years later I thought I saw him

in a train station in Brussels.

Lost him in the crowd.

Oh, what a shame.

I- I mean, if it were true.

Okay, here's one for you.

What do you do in your spare time?

Every 50 years or so,

when I wanna get away from the rush,

I go down to a primitive
tribe in New Guinea

where I'm worshipped as an immortal god,

and they have a huge statue of me.

It's a big party.

Yeah, I've got a lot of pictures of it,

but I've already packed
them up. I'm sorry.

I won't make the obvious nasty
crack about more unwashed cavemen.

Actually, bathing was the style

until the middle ages
when the church told us

it was sinful to wash away God's dirt,

so people were sewn

into their underwear in October

and they popped out in April.

You said you just happened.

I don't believe that.

If your story's true,

why did God allow you to happen?

That makes an interesting point.

Are you religious, John?

I don't follow a known religion. No.

Ever.

Long time ago I did,

like most people.

Some just never get over it.

Do you believe in God?

As Laplace said,

"I have no need of that hypothesis."

He may be around, though.

He's everywhere. We just can't see him.

Pfft. If this was the best I could do,

I'd be hiding, too.

And creation...

It's here.
- I'm not so sure it was created.

What then?

Maybe it's just accumulated,
fields affecting fields.

What about the source
of the field energies?

Wouldn't that imply a prime mover?

I'd wonder about the
source of the prime mover,

infinite regress, but that
doesn't imply anything to me.

Back to the mystery.

It's a very old question,

But there's no answer
except in religious terms.

If you have faith, it's answered.

Did you ever meet any person
from our religious history?

A biblical figure?

In a way.

Who?

We should skip this one.

No, no, no skipping. Come on.

Next question.

No, come on!

Come on, spit it out!

Good lord! You were one of them!

This is going in a direction
that I didn't expect.

I hoped it wouldn't.
We... call it a night.

Come on! You were someone
in religious history?

Yes.

In the Bible?

Yes.

Someone we know?

How could we not know
someone in the Bible?

I mean somebody important.

You may think you know him,

but it's mostly myth.

The entire Bible is
mostly myth and allegory

with maybe some basis
in historical events.

You were part of that history?

Yes.

Moses.

Moses was based on Misis, a Syrian myth,

and there are earlier versions.

All found floating on water,

the staff that changed to a snake,

waters that were parted so followers

could be led to freedom

and even receive laws

on stone or wooden tablets.

One of the apostles.

They weren't really apostles.

They didn't do any real teaching.

Peter the fisherman learned
a little more about fishing.

How do you know that?

The mythical overlay is so enormous...

and not good.

The truth is so, so simple.

The New Testament in 100
words or less: you ready?

I don't think I wanna hear this.

Harry, will you take me home?

No, not right now.
I do want to hear this.

Sit down, Edith.
You act like you believe him.

It's sacrilege.

How can it be sacrilege?

He hasn't said anything yet.

The new New Testament is sacrilege.

There are a dozen new New Testaments,

From Hebrew to Greek
to Latin to Tyndale,

all the way to King James,

all revisionist,

and all called revealed truth.

I mean a new New Testament in 100 words.

I can give you the ten
commandments in ten words:

Don't. Don't, don't, don't,

Don't, don't, don't,
don't, don't, don't.

Don't.

The commandments are just modern
updates of more ancient laws.

Hammurabi's code.

That's right, they
weren't the first, right?

Edith, I was raised on the Torah...

My wife, on the Koran.

My oldest son is an atheist.

My youngest is a Scientologist.

My daughter is studying Hinduism.

I imagine that there is room there
for a holy war in my living room,

but we practice live and let live.

Why don't you sit down?

What is your preferred
version of the Bible?

The King James, of course.

It's the most modern, the
work of great scholars.

Modern is good.

All right, John,
hit us with the short form.

Guy met the Buddha, liked what he heard,

thought about it for a while -

say 500 years, while he returned

to the Mediterranean,

became an Etruscan.

Seeped into the Roman empire.

He didn't like what they became -

A giant killing machine.

He went to the Near East thinking,

"Why not pass the Buddha's
teachings on in a modern form."

So he tried.

One dissident against Rome?

Rome won.

The rest is history.

Well, sort of. Lot of
fairy tales mixed in.

I knew it.

He's saying he was Christ.

Oh, no. That's the medal

they pinned on Jesus
to fulfill prophecy.

The crucifixion.

He blocked the pain
as he had learned to do

in Tibet and India.

He also learned to
slow his body processes

down to the point where
they were undetectable.

They thought he was dead.

So his followers pulled him

from the cross, placed him in a cave...

His body normalized as
he had trained it to.

He attempted to go away undetected,

but some devotees were standing watch.

Tried to explain.

They were ecstatic.

Thus, I was resurrected,

and I ascended to central Europe

to get away as far as possible.

You don't mean a word of this, John.

My God, why are you doing this?

Let me see your wrists.

I don't scar.

Besides, they tied me...

but nails and blood make
better religious art.

All the speculations about Jesus.

He was black, he was Asian,

he was a blue-eyed Aryan
with a golden beard

and hair straight out
of Vidal Sassoon's,

He was a benevolent alien,
he never existed at all.

Now he's a caveman.

The Christ figure goes all
the way back to Krishna -

Hercules, of course.

Hercules?

Born of a virgin, Alcmene.

A god for a father, Zeus.

The only begotten.

The savior
- The Greek? Soter.

The good shepherd, the prince of peace,

bringing gentle persuasion
and divine wisdom.

He died, joined his father on Olympus

a thousand years before Gethsemane.

How can you compare pagan
mythology to the true word?

Pretty damn closely, I'd say.

The early Christian leaders,

they threw away Hebrew manuscripts

and borrowed from pagan
sources all over the place.

Do you realize how...

inconsiderately you're
treating my feelings?

About as inconsiderately
as we're treating John's.

Well, he doesn't
believe what he's saying!

Do you believe literally
everything in the Bible, Edith?

Yes!

Before you say it,

I know it's undergone a lot of changes,

But God has spoken through man

to make his word clearer.

He couldn't get it right the first time?

We're imperfect! He had to
work to make us understand.

He couldn't get us right
the first time, Edith?

Taken alone, the
philosophical teachings of Jesus

are Buddhism with a Hebrew accent.

Kindness, tolerance, brotherhood, love,

a ruthless realism acknowledging

that life is as it is here
on Earth, here and now.

The kingdom of God, meaning goodness,

is right here, where it should be.

"I am what I am becoming."

That's what the Buddha brought in.

And that's what I taught.

But a talking snake
make a lady eat an apple,

So we're screwed.

Heaven and hell were peddled

so priests could rule
through seduction and terror,

save our souls that we never
lost in the first place.

I threw a clean pass...

they ran it out of the ballpark.

This is blasphemy.

It's horrible! Who else were you?

Solomon, Elvis, Jack the ripper?

It's been said that Buddha and Jesus

would laugh or cry if they'd known

what was done in their name.

And if there is a creator,

he'd probably feel the same way.

I see ceremony, ritual, processions,

genuflecting, moaning, intoning,

venerating cookies and wine,

and I think...

It's not what I had in mind.

But that's Vatican flapdoodle.

It doesn't have a thing to do with God.

As you said, John,
everywhere, religions...

from exalting life to
purging joy as a sin.

Rome does it as grand opera.

A simple path to goodness needs

a supernatural roadmap.

Supernatural...

A stupid word, I mean...

Anything that happens,
happens within nature,

whether we believe in it or not.

Like a 14,000-year-old caveman.

I- I-I drove for a while,

and then I sat for a while.

I'm so ashamed.

And I'm freezing.

Well, come inside.

I still don't believe you, of course.

You need help.

Everybody needs help.

Yes, well, some more than others.

From the Buddha to the cross,

I have always imagined
both as entirely mythic -

but I would like to hear more.

May I lie on the couch for a moment?

I'm not as young as I used to be.

Ohh!

So, you were Jesus.

Well, perhaps somebody had to
be, for better or for worse.

The jury is still out.

When did you begin to
believe you were Jesus?

When did you begin to believe
you were a psychiatrist?

Since I graduated Harvard medical school

and finished my residency,
I've had that feeling.

Oh, I sometimes dream about it.

Have you acted upon this belief?

I had a private practice for a while,

and then I taught.

Nothing unusual -

oh, until one day, I met a caveman

who thought he was Jesus.

Do you find that unusual?

Very. I would stake my reputation

he is as sane as I am,

so why does he persist in such a story?

There must be a reason, though.

Unless I imagined it all?

Is that possible?

I think you're as sane as he is.

Oh, God, I-

No.

Did you ever find it
prudent to worship yourself

rather than be thought a heretic?

That would be something.

Other times, Christianity
was considered heresy.

I had to pretend other faiths.

And what does Jesus have
to say to those present

who find it difficult to believe in him?

Believe in what he tried to teach,

without rigmarole.

Piety is not what the
lessons bring to people.

It's the mistake they
bring to the lessons.

Well, it's getting to be night.

I still have stuff to carry

and a long drive.

I'll help.

John, do you have
a destination in mind?

Never mind.

I won't ask.

Thank you.

Anyone mentally ill can imagine

a fantastic background,
even an entire life,

and sincerely believe it.

The man who thinks he is Napoleon

does believe it.

His true identity has taken a backseat

to his delusion and the need for it.

If that's the case with John,

there is a grave disorder.

Organized brilliantly.

He's got an answer for everything.

It might involve
rejection of his father,

of his entire early past,

replaced by this fantasy.

He says he can't remember his father.

Precisely why?

You said he was sane.

Did I?

Do you think that perhaps our caveman

has a monkey on his back?

Drugs?

No, no, no, no.

I've done a lot of consulting
work with narcotics.

I've seen people tripping, strung out--

Whatever's up with John, it isn't that.

I've looked for signs - none.

Could cavemen really talk?

We think that language
came into existence

60,000 years ago.

The structure of stone age culture

is evidence of the
ability to communicate -

verbally.

Oh, shut up.

Maybe it'd be easier if I were.

Crazy?

No.

That is fascinating, isn't it,

a brave attempt to teach
Buddhism in the west.

It's no wonder he failed.

We're not ready for it.

You're talking
as if you believed him.

Well, it is possible, isn't it?

I mean, anything is possible.

Look, we have two simple choices.

We can get all bent out of shape

intellectualizing or
bench-pressing logic,

or we can simply relax and enjoy it.

I can listen critically,

but I don't have to make
up my mind about anything.

But you think you do?

Well, unfortunately, there's
no authorities on prehistory,

so we couldn't stop him there.

There are experts on the Bible.

Dream on.

Yeah, thus the lost years of Jesus.

He didn't exist until John put on a hat.

I don't believe in angels and the
Nativity and the star in the east,

but there are stories about
the childhood of Jesus.

History hates a vacuum.

Improvisation, some of it very sincere,

fills the gaps.

It would have been easy

to falsify a past back then.

A few words, credulity...
time would do the rest.

Now you're talking as
if you believed him.

Well, look at the
popular myths surrounding

the Kennedy assassination
in a few short years.

You had, uh, conspiracy, mafia, CIA.

That's a mystique that'll never go away.

It's always been a small step
from a fallen leader to a god.

I don't think anybody
will deify Kennedy.

We're more sophisticated than that.

We are?

We are.

Well, you're finally fulfilling

one prophecy about the millennium, John.

What's that?

Here you are again.

You like the fire, John.

Everywhere I've lived,
I've had a fireplace.

Childhood fixation, I guess.

Helps me to feel secure.

There are predators out there.

One thing I didn't pack...

I thought I might need it.

Wouldn't Sacre du Printemps
be more appropriate?

What?

You've got...

four men of science
completely baffled, my friend.

We-We don't know what to make of you.

Did you know Voltaire
was the first to suggest

that the universe was created
by a gigantic explosion?

I think Paul would agree.

And then Goethe was the first to suggest

that spiral nebulae were
swirling masses of stars.

We now call them galaxies.

It's kind of funny how
often new concepts of science

find their first tentative
forms of expression in the arts.

So did Beethoven do physics on the side?

He spent most of his
time lying on the floor

in front of his legless piano

surrounded by orange
peels and apple cores.

Now we're on the floor
listening to Beethoven.

Full circle.

Did you have, um...

any religious beliefs,

or did you give it much thought?

You can't get there with thought.

You have faith?

In a lot of things.

Do you have faith in
the future of the race?

I've seen species come and go.

Depends on their balance
with the environment.

We've made a mess of it.

There's still time,

if we use it well.

Christianity has been a worldwide belief

for 2,000 years.

How long did the Egyptians worship Isis

or the Sumerians Ishtar?

In India, sacred cows wandered freely

as reincarnated souls.

In a thousand years,
they'll be barbecued

and their souls will be in squirrels.

You weren't Jesus!

Oh, Edith.

If... it rains...
It won't.

How do you know that?

I don't smell it.

Were you...

I guess... a medicine man?

I was a shaman a few times.

I revealed some truths
to eat a little better.

You think that's all
religion is about...

selling hope and survival?

The Old Testament sells fear and guilt.

The New Testament is
a good code of ethics,

put into my mouth by
poets and philosophers

that are much smarter than I am.

The message is never practiced.

Fairy tales build churches.

What about the name "Jesus"?

Did you pull that out of a hat?

I called myself John.

I almost always do.

As tales of the resurrection spread,

the name was confused
with the Hebrew "Yochanan,"

Meaning "God is gracious."

My stay on Earth was seen

as divine proof of immortality.

That led to "God is salvation"

or Hebrew "Yahshua,"

which in translation
became my proper name,

changing to late Greek, "Iesous,"

then to late Latin, "Iesus,"

and finally medieval Latin, "Jesus,"

and it was a wonder
to watch it all happen.

Then you didn't claim
to be the son of God?

Began as a schoolhouse
and ended as a temple.

I said I had a master that
was greater than myself.

I never said he was my father.

I wanted to teach what I learned.

I never claimed to be king of the Jews,

I never walked on water,
I never raised the dead.

I never spoke of divine
except in the sense

of human goodness on Earth.

No wise men came from the
east to worship at a manger.

I did do a little healing

with some eastern medicine I'd learned.

That's it.

The three wise men began as a myth

about the birth of the Buddha.

John, I should be home,
uh, kissing my wife.

We're all here, trapped by your story...

hoping for a...
revolution? I don't know.

Are there any, uh...

more revelations for us?

It's just like old times.

You weren't Jesus.

Quote the sermon on the mount.

Which one?

Darby, King James,
new American standard?

Do you know them all?

No one knows the one, not even me.

I...

I did some teaching on a hill one day.

Not that many people stayed.

But you...

Biblical Jesus said,

"Who do you think I am??"

He gave them a choice.

I'm giving you one.

Were you?

If I said no, could you ever be sure?

Turn that off.

Please.

This has gone far enough.

It's gone much too far.

These people are very upset.

I don't believe you're mad,

But what you're saying is not true.

That leaves only one explanation.

The time has come when you must admit

this is a hoax...

A lie.

Isn't that true, John?

If you don't drop this now
- If you can -

I'll be convinced

that you need a great deal of attention.

I can have you committed
for observation.

You know that.

I ask you now

- I demand it -

that you tell these people the truth.

Give them closure.

It's time, John.

Please.

End of the line. Everybody off.

What?!

It was a story.

It was all a story.

Good God!

Another fairy tale?

All of it? But what--?

What in the name of heaven...?

John, you had us wondering
whether you were sane or not,

and it's just a story!

Where'd you come off with such
a half-baked, asinine idea?

At least you're relieved I'm not a nut.

I'd prefer you were!

You gave me the idea.

All of you.

Come again?

Edith saw my fake Van Gogh.

You could have just told me.

You commented that I never age.

You gave me the book on early man.

Dan, you spotted the burin

and you said, "if stones could speak."

I knew it.

I got the notion, I ran it past you

to check your reactions,
and I took it too far.

Too far?

Check my reaction.

You asked if I was a figure
from religious history,

if there were others like me,

if I'd created future identities.

We were chasing our
tails around the maypole,

enjoying the mystery,
the analytical stretch.

You were playing my game!

I was playing yours.

Oh, man, you know,
you had us going, right?

You were good, man.

You know those Chinese boxes,

one inside the other inside
the other inside the other?

I feel like I'm in the last box.

You son of a...

bitch!

How could you do this to us?

I was worried about you.

I know, I was tempted
to cop out many times,

But I couldn't resist
seeing whether or not

you could refute what I was saying.

I had the perfect audience.

Anthropologist, archaeologist,

Christian literalist...

a psychologist.

Okay, I've had enough of this.

I'm outta here.
You wanna come? Let's go.

So, John.

Are you gonna write the story?

If I do, I'll send you copies.

Don't bother with mine, okay?

You are absolutely certifiable.

I don't know you!

It was nice seeing
you again, Dr. Oldman.

Your name's a pun, isn't it?

Old man?

Did that help you with your story?

Linda!

Bye.

Well, Art was half right.

Which half?

Well, at least I don't
have to throw away half

of what I know about biology.

Which half?

It's a beautiful idea,

so rich, so full of possibilities.

Perhaps you should write
a paper on it, doctor.

Maybe I will.

I'll interview you in the rubber room

for further details.

You may still need help, my friend.

My ass.

I thought it sounded pretty good.

They believe you because they have to.

But the one thing that I know about you

is that you would never use people

or abuse their goodwill and intelligence

like they think you've
just done to them.

Psych 101?

No, it's woman,
one-on-one.

So you're a pretty fast liar, Mr. Ugg,

But I wanna know:
What's your real name?

Believe it or not, the
sound was always John.

Why'd you cave to Gruber?

What happened was enough.

Just- just needed to stop.

I shouldn't have expected it to work.

Fourteen thousand years old.

I bet that's a lot of women.

Are we counting?

Maybe.

Well, I'm taking Edith home.

Sandy?

I'm gonna stay.

Are you sorry for some
of those things you said?

I'm sorry I said them.

Well.

Like a good Christian,

I... oh, John.

Oh! Well.

You did a terrible thing,

but we're all so
thankful you're all right.

Even Art. He just hates
things he can't understand.

You're a sadist, John,

But I admit I got a kick out of

chasing my tail around your maypole...

Even if that is all I caught.

Good luck to you.

Wish you the best. Thank you.

Ready?

Later on.
Okay, good night.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

I don't know, man.

Something about this...

something about you, John.

The more I think about it,

the more I'm no longer
in that Chinese box.

I sense... space.

A kinda latitude of what
we happily call reality,

in which, as everybody keeps saying...

anything's possible.

Yes. No, no. No, no.

No. No more words.

I'm gonna go home,

and I'm gonna watch Star Trek

for a dose of sanity.

Good luck to you, man,

wherever this may lead you.

You drop me a line sometime.

Let me know how you're making out.

I will.

So, John Oldman.

What other pun names have you used?

Lots.

John Paley for John Paleolithic,

John Savage...

Got really crazy about 60 years ago,

when I was teaching at Harvard,

I was John Thomas Partee.

John T. Partee -
Boston tea party.

I get it.

Yeah, I know.

Wait, wait, wait.

Boston?

60 years ago?

J-John Partee?

You did not teach chemistry!
I do not believe you!

Your mother's name was Nola.

No. Yeah.

No.

Yes, Nola.

My mother!

I reject this!

My-My-My dog's name.

We had him before I was born.

Woofie.

Woof, woof, woofie...

Gruber. She remarried?

She said you abandoned us.

Sorry, I had to move on.

You know that. I left enough.

- I left enough.
- I'm cold.

Chilly Willy, always cold.

Never could stand the cold.

Wait, you-- you had a beard.

Yeah, you used to tug on it

to see if it was real.

Agh! Will!

God.

911, now!

Come on, Will.

Will.

Come on, buddy.

You'll stay in touch, Dr. Oldman,

in case there are any questions.

I'll be back for the funeral.

Miss.

You never saw a grown child die.

No.