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'Cause he's an asshole! Tell him no.

Tell him no, too.

Him, tell fuck you.

No, I'll be here a minute.

Got some guy coming up

who thinks he'll muscle me out of my property.

Another tough guy, that's all.

They're driving up.

Get their pieces.

Hmm.

We got a surprise for these gentlemen.

Robert Durant,

you and your girls are going to stand for a search.

All right, move it.

There you go.

Oh, a bunch of cuties, huh?

Just hold it there, cueball.

Bum leg?

No leg.

I was engaged to a girl with a wooden leg.

What happened?

Had to break it off.

All right, cut the crap.

I got three things to say to you, Durant.

One,

I ain't selling my property.

Two, nobody muscles Eddie Black,

especially a bunch of dinks.

And three, if y'alls don't like that,

which I can already see you don't,

we can cut your balls off.

Maybe that would be more satisfactory to you.

Ha ha ha ha!

Die!

Take them down!

Take him down!

Take that one with the goddamn gun!

Now...

let's consider my points...

one by one.

One.

I try not to let my anger

get the better of me.

Two.

I don't always succeed.

Three.

I've got seven more points.

System ready to receive input.

Just hold together, you little...

shit.

Fragmentation. Time?

99 minutes...

again.

Why?

Why, why, why?

Synthetic skin data analysis...

What is destabilizing it?

Why won't the liquid skin last?

The vivification process was easy.

Tissue rejection?

We licked that. I know we're close.

We're smart guys, so what is it?

Why can't we make these cells stable?

What now?

Now?

Well...

we think it out again.

Patiently.

Objectively.

I don't care how long it takes, Yakitito,

I know it's out there waiting for us.

Ah, I can feel it.

God, I can almost taste it.

Here she is... the girl of your dreams.

Oh! Oh, Peyton!

Ah, you were sweet.

How's the skin coming?

Still won't last past 99.

It'll happen. It will happen, you know.

Ha ha ha! Look at you.

Rebel without a clue.

Those were the days.

Hey...

What?

Come here.

What?

Come here.

Oh, I know what's on your mind.

God, you always wear

things that are so difficult to...

Ta-da!

Oh, yeah!

Come on, let's dance.

Herb Gorson, please.

Here you go, babe.

Peyton!

Oops. Sorry.

Yeah?

Herb, hi. It's Julie Hastings.

Listen, I found some memos

when I was researching the Von Hoffenstein deal

that I don't think I was supposed to find.

They're from Strack to a guy named...

Claude Bellasarious.

They're records of payments

to various people on the Zoning Commission.

Well, I think they're payoffs.

Yeah, well, what I want to do

is talk to Strack first,

give him the benefit of the doubt.

Yeah, O.K.

All right, I'll talk to you later, Herb.

Bye, Herb.

Oh, I don't want to go.

Don't go.

I have to go.

I have to go now! I'm late.

Julie!

I'll call you later.

Maybe.

Julie! Julie, wait.

What is it?

I've been thinking.

Mm-hmm.

We should get married.

Marriage?

Uh-huh.

I've just started getting things going at the firm,

and I really like having my own place.

We're practically living together now.

All marriage means

is you answer the phone in the morning,

and if it's my grandmother,

you don't pretend it's the wrong number.

The woman thinks she has Alzheimer's.

I can't talk about it now.

Jules, I'm asking you to marry me.

Peyton, I love you...

I realized...

but I got to think it over, O.K.?

Mr. Strack, I've been

going over some documents.

I've come across something

that puzzles me.

It's a memo from your office

to a Mr. Claude Bellasarious.

It details certain payments that...

Yes, I know the memo.

It seems like the payments were...

were payoffs to the Zoning Commission.

Bribes, to call a spade a spade.

Does that shock you?

No. I guessed as much.

You weren't supposed to know about it.

That file was not supposed to circulate.

However, I am asking you to understand.

Take a look at that model, Julie.

That's the dream...

acres of riverfront reclaimed from decay,

thousands of jobs created.

A building block, a very large building block

laid for the future.

Not such a bad dream, as dreams go.

And if the price of realizing that dream

is the occasional distasteful chore,

well, I don't run away.

I say so be it.

So...

want to book me?

The fact remains that I'm in possession

of evidence of the commission of a crime.

Let me suggest this...

you excuse yourself for few minutes,

go to the ladies room leaving your briefcase here.

What happens to that memorandum

while it's in my custody

is my responsibility.

I wish it were that simple,

but I don't have the memo with me.

I'm trying to protect you.

Does the name Robert Durant

mean anything to you?

Drugs, racketeering...

and real estate.

Robert Durant is a competitor for the riverfront.

He's a very dangerous man, Julie.

I fully believe he'd do anything

to get his hands on that document.

DNA content... acceptable.

Glucose... right on.

We've even checked

the collagen congeners.

They're fine.

This is unbelievable.

Every day,

it's a different combination.

Time, Yakitito. Time.

98 minutes.

Oh...

the circuit again. I'll fix it.

I knew we pulled

too much juice on that line.

Yakitito, time.

Huh?

Time?

99.

100 minutes!

What? What?

The cells, they're holding.

They're stable!

But, Dr. Westlake, why now?

The dark.

Oh, of course.

The dark.

I think the synthetic cells

are photosensitive.

This is unbelievable!

What is it about the dark?

What secret does it hold?

They're still stable.

Time, Yakitito, Time!

101 minutes.

Finally...

we can replace damaged skin tissue!

No, Yakitito, not quite, my friend.

We've just got a piece of the puzzle.

There's still the big question...

how to keep the cells stable

past 99 minutes in the light?

Now we know it's all about light!

I'll get it.

No foolish heroics, if you please.

We've come only for documents.

Tell us where to find

the Bellasarious memorandum,

and we shall disappear

like a nightmare before the breaking day.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Unfortunate.

What memorandum?

No, please.

We want the memorandum.

Should your houseboy's predicament

not jog your memory...

you may bid him Godspeed.

He's a lab assistant.

For God's sakes, let him breathe!

You heard the doctor. Ventilate him.

No...

No!

Ooh! Ooh!

Bingo.

Goody!

Bring the Asian's fingers.

Gentlemen.

Rick, I'm proud of you.

Clean through the brain... that's how I like it.

"Marry me?"

Didn't see you doing much work.

That guy got blown to pieces.

All they found was an ear.

Tiny little piece.

Didn't take long to bury that.

You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

We'll need some sponges.

O.K., I got 'em.

Great. We'll get ready.

Let's check the eyes.

Get a gurney in here.

Right there.

Straight in.

Next, we have a 30, 35-year-old male,

no I.D., no medical history.

He was found on the riverbank

just south of the city.

There are homeless and indigents there.

We get three no-names every week.

Nobody does anything until they become train wrecks

like Mr. John Doe here.

He's got burns covering 40% of his body.

The hands and face are the most severe.

Ten years ago,

pain from the burns would have been intolerable.

He would have spent his life screaming.

Now we use the Rangeveritz Technique.

Quite simply,

we sever the nerves within the spino-thalamic tract,

there... which, as you know, transmits neural impulses

of pain and vibratory sense to the brain.

No longer receiving impulses of pain,

you stick him with a pin...

Ouch.

And he can't even feel it.

As in many radical procedures,

there are serious side effects to this operation.

When the body ceases to feel,

when so much sensory input is lost,

the mind grows hungry.

Starved of its regular diet of input,

it takes the only remaining stimulation it has...

the emotions...

and amplifies them,

giving rise to alienation and loneliness.

Uncontrolled rage is not uncommon.

Now surges of adrenaline

flow unchecked through the body and brain,

giving him augmented strength.

Hence, the restraints.

Naturally, we give them every chance of recovery.

Remain optimistic,

inspire confidence,

talk to him about rehabilitation potential.

Personally, I give him a 9 on the buzzard scale.

Code blue, burn unit.

Doctor?

I'm in charge here.

Damn it, let me through!

Ju... lie.

Julie!

It's...

me!

My lab.

All my work.

Oh, my God, no.

No! No!

No! No! No!

Hello, my friend.

Home.

Good. Good.

System re...

System... System ready for digitization program.

Enter code.

O.K.

Digitalization in progress.

In progress.

Insufficient data.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, please.

Please, no.

Quadrant A, Quadrant C

unrecognizable.

What am I doing wrong?

What?

Yes.

Quadrants. Quadrants.

Extrapolate.

Yes.

Quadrant recognition active.

Digitization in progress.

Yes, that's it.

Clever, clever.

I must perfect the skin.

Wrong!

Wrong!

My hands.

They took... They took my hands.

They... They took...

They took my hands!

Thank you for coming.

Julie... with what you've been going through lately,

I, uh...

I haven't wanted to bother you.

But I have to know

whether you've come to a decision

regarding the Bellasarious memorandum.

The decision's been made for both of us.

The papers were destroyed in the fire.

And I'd rather not talk about it,

if you don't mind.

Julie, I'm sorry I mentioned that.

Believe me,

I understand how you feel.

I really do.

Unfortunately,

there's no cure for grief.

But there is something

that eases the symptoms.

It's called dancing.

Would you, uh, like a martini?

Yes. I would love one.

Ventilate him.

His name's Robert G. Durant!

I told you where they make the pickup!

Oh, God! Don't!

I've told you everything!

I know, Rick.

I know you did.

But let's pretend you didn't!

Here you are, doll.

Here's your favorite.

How you doing, honey?

I'm pretty good today.

It wasn't that bad.

Hey, Pauly.

Hey, Pauly.

�Que pasa?

�Que pasa?

How are you, man?

Where's Rick?

Here's the cash, man.

Got you a gift, huh?

You be good.

I'll see ya.

See you later, pal.

System ready for digitization program.

Enter code.

Code... Code recognized.

Data entry required.

System standing by.

It's time.

Yeah.

Yo, Pauly.

Hey, Durant wants to know where Rick is,

and he is hot. I mean really hot.

Don't ask me why.

I know he likes Ricky.

Pauly, do you know where the hell Rick is?

Mmm-mmm.

You O.K., Pauly?

Yeah.

Here's the cash.

Pauly, we've been very concerned about you.

Hey, Mr. Durant.

I must've overslept.

I'm sorry. I guess I missed the pickup, huh?

Where's the money, Pauly?

What money? I... I didn't make the pickup.

Rio.

And first class. How delightful.

And another one for Rick.

Well. That explains his disappearance.

Hey, I don't know nothing about that.

Where is the money, Pauly?

What money? I swear, Mr. Durant,

I didn't make the pickup.

I've been here sleeping.

Jesus, I swear to God.

Why... I don't even know how I got dressed!

Well, Pauly...

have a nice flight.

Oh, God. What have I become?

What have I become?

Please.

Hold. Please hold.

Oh, just this once.

Oh, what?

What am I?

What am I, hmm?

Some kind of a circus freak? Is that it?

Is that it? Huh? Some kind of a freak?

Maybe I should wear a funny little hat.

Do you like it?

Yeah? Yeah?

See the dancing freak

Pay five bucks

To see the dancing freak

Only five bucks

To see the dancing freak

Just five bucks

I'll give you a show!

I'll give you a goddamned show!

Yeah!

I'll show you I'm not a freak!

Yeah!

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus, God.

Oh, keep a lid on it!

I'm a scientist.

Uh-huh. That's it.

Think objectively.

Analyze. Analyze.

Wait. Wait. That's it.

Control the rage.

Just...

take it easy, Peyton.

Just...

take it easy, boy.

I'm a scientist.

I'm a scientist.

Reconstruction program...

Reconstruction program complete.

Julie.

No.

It's all right, Julie.

It's me, sweetheart.

No.

Please, Julie, please.

Don't be afraid. Listen to me.

Who are you?

It's me.

Peyton.

You... are dead.

No, no, Jules. No.

I was in the hospital.

A coma. Dead to the world.

Jules... please.

Please. Please hold me.