All language subtitles for Naked Souls 1996 DVDRip-NoGrp

These people are trying way too hard.

Jerry, I hired you
to handle my art, not me.

Aren't you Edward's friend?

Ed? Oh!

Who I consider a waste of human flesh?

As usual, isn't here.

He should be chasing you,
not a Nobel Prize.

Look, Jerry...

This is my first showing.
Don't add to the pressure.

Ed doesn't appreciate you.

I got held up. How's it going?

Fine!

Timing is everything.

And, as usual, yours sucks.

- Where's the big hand?
- On two.

- And the little hand?
- Eleven.

So, it's...

- 1 1 :1 0.
- He can tell the time

But he's five hours late
to something important to me.

I'm sorry! I do know that.

I got a codable sign wave
out of a cadaver.

Good - a slab of decaying flesh.

I'm digitising the components of memory.

Of thought.

They'll be mapped
on a neural net in a computer.

Computers will house people's memories,
thoughts, and let them live forever.

OK. I support your work, whatever it is.

I want you to do the same for me.

Tell me in ten seconds
why I shouldn't leave you.

I can belch the national anthem?

That takes longer than ten seconds.

How about this?

That needs more than ten seconds too.

Depends on the big hand.

Yeah.

CLEARS THROAT

Uh... Yes?

God, I... I just... hate to interrupt you,
but...

I need you to help me move the goods.
People want to meet you.

Come on.

Do I have to tie you up?

- What?
- I have to go back.

- Don't even think about it.
- I made a breakthrough.

This isn't funny anymore. I can't do this.

- That my wine?
- I...

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Anytime, tiger.

- Let me help.
- Thanks. I need lots of help.

- How's that?
- Good.

- You OK?
- Yes.

It's sad when the mind is sharp,
but the body's weak.

I...

Fate is such a funny thing.

- Good night, Mr Adams.
- Good night.

How do you know my name?

INSTRUMENTS BEEPING

What's wrong?

I almost tapped into
your memory an hour ago.

I could see your thoughts
as if I had been there myself.

Come on.

LOUD BEEPING

Come on, Travis.
Make me see what you see.

Surprise, surprise.

- Knew I'd find you here.
- Grab a toe-tag.

- Make yourself at home.
- Oof!

Still doing secret research
on these poor bastards?

Without a decent grant,
I have to do guerrilla science.

I bribe the security guy with a six-pack.

Travis Mitchell?

This is so grotesque.

Nobody gives a shit. These guys are
courtesy of the state prison system.

This one's a serial killer.

You're not interested in the activities
of the dead. What do you want?

Remember we used to toss a coin
over who gets the girl?

- Could we toss a coin over Britt?
- She's not mine to toss away.

She won't move on
until she's finished with you,

and you only care about this.

I can make a difference to humanity.

You'll lose her anyway.

Make it easy on all of us -
bow out gracefully.

Why don't you let Britt decide?

She's a big girl.
She knows what she can handle.

BEEPING

Shit! You are such a prick!

You'll just give everybody grief,
and in the end, nobody wins.

Thanks for dropping by, Jer.

BEEPING

Come on. That's it.

"No!"

Oh, my God.

The rage.

- Professor Ellis!
- Edward, hi.

Oh, I'm sorry.
The Board turned down your grant.

I did everything I could.

It was close, but one guy said no
and wouldn't change his mind.

We have to convince him.

You'll have to wait till next cycle.

I tapped into the memory
of a cadaver at the lab!

The top grants went to AIDS research,
cancer research

and an intercranial pressure device.

No money for exotic theories.

- But you know how significant this is.
- That's science in the '90s.

I can't keep doing pirate research.
I need money!

We'll have to find another way.

This will feel cold, but try not to move.

How's it feel?

- Feels kind of sexy.
- Yeah, I know.

This will take a little time to set,
but not too long. Try not to move.

I'll be right back.

Officer, he walked in,
and I was so scared, I had to shoot him.

Six times.

I know you're still mad...

I'm way past mad. They'll have to find
a new word for what I'm feeling.

Look, I put all my hopes
into a grant that fell through.

I'm so close, but with no grant,
my work goes up in smoke.

I didn't even know there was a problem.

You want me at your beck and call.

I need someone I can depend on.

- You're too sensitive.
- You know my past.

Your father left when you were 1 1,
your mother's an alcoholic...

What about my brother?
He only shows up when he needs money.

I work 20 hours a day.
I'm working till I'm exhausted.

You're too high maintenance.

High maintenance?
Maybe we should explore other options.

You mean do-anything-for-sex Jerry?

I don't know who I mean.

At least Jerry's around to be my friend.

DOOR CLOSING

Dipshit!

What a day.

- Good evening.
- Who's there!

I didn't mean to frighten you.
I won't harm you.

- You were at the party.
- Yes.

- How'd you get in?
- Your landlady. Sweet woman.

I told her that I was your uncle
and had arrived earlier than expected.

It's one of the benefits of being like this.
People trust you.

You don't seem to, though.

Stay right where you are!

You have nothing to fear.

In fact, you have everything to gain.

Put down that bat so we can talk.

Not until you answer
a few of my questions. First...

Why are you here? And second...

How did you know my name last night?

I'll answer your questions in time.

In time.

Now, we don't want to be late, do we?

- Late for what?
- Dinner.

You think I'll go?

Actually, yes.

You look like a virgin on your first date.

I hope you'll be gentle.

Not on your life!

If you're who I think you are,
nor will you.

If we come to terms,
you'll find it rewarding.

What are you talking about?

Relax.
I promise this'll be worth your while.

At least you'll eat well.

You're prepared to give your entire
estate, millions, away to a total stranger.

It's my way of living on past my time.

What's the catch?

Ah...

The catch.

There's always a catch.

The only stipulation is that upon my
death, you will assume my full identity,

and continue your
research under my name.

You may not tell anyone
the terms of the agreement.

Have you any questions?

This is all so strange.
I don't know where to begin.

Well, why not begin at the beginning?

I am... Everett Longstreet.

The Everett Longstreet?

How many people have a name like that?

The Nobel Prize-winner
for genetic engineering?

I did share the prize with a colleague.

I'm sorry. This is such a shock.

A wonderful shock, but still a shock.

I'm just a sick man in a wheelchair.

Your work on the Maskai Shamans
from the '30s sparked my research.

Yes, I know.

You know a lot about me.

A man of my wealth
has intriguing connections.

For years, I've tried to find someone with
the obsession, drive, self-determination...

who'd sacrifice everything for 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 spent 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 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 my situation now.

It was such a waste.

But now I'm in a position
to change it for you.

Well...

Lacking funds is something I do well.
Too well.

This could be an opportunity
that so few people get.

The wisdom of age and the energy
of youth are so very rarely combined.

So far, I've been able to locate
memory neural transmitters,

and map them into the neural net.

But it's fragmented, incomplete.

I can't keep the network intact.

I can stimulate memory,
but only for brief intervals.

What do you think is missing?

Well, this is gonna sound crazy, but...

I know I can conform conscious
and unconscious thought into the matrix.

But the most important element...

I'm not sure I can reach the soul.

Now...

Let me show you something the Maskai
Shamans knew about your soul.

Would you move the bowl over here?

HISSING

Inhale.

Take in the smoke.

Let it wash over you like a velvet hand.

I... don't feel anything.

That stinks.

Come on over here.

Take off the cover.

Do you play?

Chopsticks. Badly.

Sit down. Try it.

Go on.

# CHOPSTICKS

Rondo alla turca

My mother made me study piano.

I hated it.
But now I love Mozart like I love my life.

It was good to hear myself play again.

It was remarkable.

It was like being you!

Not just seeing your memory,
but being you!

I do have a certain style.

I mean, I've never had any musical...
talents at all.

It was amazing
to feel my fingers evoke such beauty.

It's a Shaman sideshow trick,

but it involves principles
at the heart of collective thought.

This equipment was to distil the science
behind the Shaman's potions,

but I never could get the answer.

But I'm betting that you can.

HEARTBEAT

What the...?

Oh, I need sleep.

That's all. I need sleep, bad.

It's your Amelia.

HEARTBEAT

I've scheduled a medical exam
in order for you to undergo a few tests.

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 test some more,
to find the cause.

No. No more testing.

I'm sure they're caused
by the work I'm doing.

KNOCKING

Hi.

That was quite a trial.
Mind telling me what that was about?

I apologise for any discomfort.

It was to see if you're healthy
before I sign everything over.

It's worth it. On paper, you'll become me
and I'm tired of being sick.

If you don't mind,
I'm gonna go home and get some sleep.

But you are home.

How's that?

I took the liberty of having
your things brought here.

Your room is next to the lab.

OK.

Do me a favour - no more surprises.

I've had as many as I can take.

Sorry.
I become over-zealous when I'm excited.

It's a trait
that my wife found unbearable.

Your wife?

You said you have no family.

I haven't.

She left...
what seems like two lifetimes ago.

- Do you keep in touch?
- She died.

We have more important things
to talk about.

Good night, Edward.

Good night.

Duncan...

What do you know
about Everett Longstreet?

Other than he's one of the most
brilliant men of modern history, not much.

I'm talking personally.

I can only tell you what I hear.
I hear he's very reclusive.

He's on the Board, but stays away.

I wouldn't speculate on his character.
Why?

I'll explain.

Eventually... Maybe.

Is he why you're packing up
your equipment?

Let's just say
I'm moving to a new location.

- Where?
- I can't say.

At least give me an address,

so I can report you when I find out
how much of this is university property.

You're an old fart.

Here, pull my finger.

I'm gonna miss you, Duncan.

Don't sicken me. I had a spicy lunch
and I'd like it to stay where it is.

Edward...

Take care, OK? Please.

Travis Mitchell

Serial killer, killed by police
during an attempted murder.

Clinical sociopath. Images seem to be
embedded in my memory.

Subject's thoughts are vivid
and seem persistent, perhaps permanent.

MOUSE SQUEAKING

HEARTBEAT

ELECTRICAL HUMMING

I saw it all -
the maze, the food, everything!

Not only see it, I could feel it.

I could feel his fear, frustration,

his determination to find food once I...

once he smelled it.

You've got to get better cheese.

Ow!

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. I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

Pleasant dreams.

BEEPING AND CRACKLING

HEARTBEAT

Argh! Argh!

Everett?

FOOTSTEPS

Don't walk away.

I... 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 have time for me.

What do you mean?

Of course,
I understand that your work is important.

That is all you ever talk about.

You're obsessed with this one thing!

I love you, Everett,
but you give me no choice.

Everett?

You're going to do it.
You're not gonna stop me.

I wish I had never met you.

Do you hear what I say?

I hate you!

Wait.

No, wait, please! I have to talk to you!

What's happening to me?

Am I losing my mind?

Edward.

TAPPING

There's celebrating to be done.

The paperwork's done. You're the sole
beneficiary of the Longstreet estate.

- Did you hear me?
- What?

Edward, you're rich.
You can pursue your work.

Don't be an asshole. Enjoy it.

It's not that.

I don't know where the work ends...

and I begin.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, excuse me.

Britt Clark, Everett Longstreet.

What a pleasure to meet
such a beautiful woman.

Thank you.

This is... some place you got here.

It's, uh... eclectic.

So, Britt, uh...

What are you doing here?

I'm uncomfortable discussing this.
Is there another place to talk?

There must be other rooms here.

Yeah.

I'm gonna work in my room.

Oh, yes, of course.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

What do you think
of my new surroundings?

It's big, old, musty. All we need is Igor.

I thought we broke up.

- You're here for...
- I needed a lobotomy.

No, I was worried about you.

What's really going on here?

I have the chance to go after my dreams,
with all the funding I need.

It'll make life so much easier,

and I want to find a place for you in it,
and for me in yours.

Well, that last line was pretty cheesy.

I really want things to work out,
so I'll accept it.

- I'm not happy without you.
- That's cheesy, too.

OK, I accept your apology.
What time is it?

Well, let's see.

The big hand is on six,
the little's on eight.

Ha, ha.

TAPPING

Finally - immortality.

MOANING

I can feel her.

Amelia.

You were onto something with your work
on transference of thought.

From what I see, the smoke stimulates
production of neural transmitters,

then vaporises them.

Inhaled,
it binds with post-synaptic neurons,

transferring memory - collective thought.

So much for theory.

How do you bring it to life?

Well, what I'm attempting to do
is analyse their chemical structure,

code them, input them into the computer.

If it works, we'll be able to store,
transfer and filter my memory, thoughts...

even my soul.

I placed my bet well with you.

If it works.

Let's find out.

BEEPING

BEEPING

I need new hardware.

Alright.

Let's give it a shot.

Everett!

Why?

What's happening?

Argh!

What's wrong with me? I must be...

I must be getting sick.

No.

This can't be happening.

Longstreet, what have you done to me?

Edward,
thanks for the new lease on life.

You took my body and erased everything!

How did you do it without me knowing?

My chest. Can't breathe.

LABOURED BREATHING

Oh!

Amelia.

She was his wife.

"91 1, emergency operator."

Yes, I... need some help.

I... think I'm having a heart attack.

"Sir, what's your address? "

Yes, I'm at... 6...

Ackerman... Lane.

It's the... Longstreet residence.

"Sir, what's your name? "

Edward...

"Stay on the line.
An ambulance is on its way."

"Sir? "

"Sir, are you there? "

I found a buyer for three pieces,

and another guy loves
the one with the corset.

You OK?

Oh...

Sort of.

Yeah.

Look...

Britt...

Am I really just wasting my time here?

Oh, no, no.

You're not wasting your time,
not in the real sense of the word.

You know
when two people just don't...

- I don't wanna...
- Any time now.

I like you. I'm flattered.
I just think of you as a friend.

Ah!

No.

- Not the F word.
- The F word?

Friend. Just don't say it.

OK.

I'm gonna take one last stab at this.

Why do you want to be with a guy
who has no money, no prospects,

nothing but a head full of idealistic crap,

who you know will screw up your life?

I know. I know. I'm crazy. I know.

How cosy.

Speak of the devil.

Edward?

Get the fuck out of here.

Take it easy.

I said get the fuck out of here!

Are you OK?

What's wrong with you?

I... I don't know.

I didn't mean to hit him.

I don't know why I did that.

I misjudged you.
I didn't think you had the balls.

There's your decision.

That's what you want?

SIREN

Hello!

Anybody here?

Paramedics.

This could be our eighth DOA this week.

That would top the all-time record.
This could be our shot at immortality.

Leon! I got the coronary in here.

Is it the record?

He doesn't look chipper.

Bad news - there's a pulse.

Alright, let's prepare him for transport.

He looks bad.
I'll never eat beef jerky again.

Will he make it to General?

- Bet he won't get to Fifth and Flower.
- Main and Ninth.

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?
- Mm-hm.

I wanna give you something. Come on.

This is your gift.

Where?

You're standing on it.

You bought me a roof?

No.

I bought you the whole building.

OK, let me get this straight.

First, you're so broke,
you can't finish your work,

then you move into
an old, crazy guy's house,

and now you can afford to buy this?

Longstreet left me his estate.

He died?

This morning.

He had a heart attack.
He left me everything.

You don't seem affected.

He was old. It was his time.

- Now, it's my time.
- Why you?

He had his reasons. Only he knew.

I have my reasons.

I don't know what's with you,
but the new you sucks!

TYRES SQUEALING

BRAKES SCREECHING

Hey!

What are you doing?

Nobody got hit.

Oof!

Argh!

SIREN

Something went wrong in the transfer.

This isn't me
and this isn't Edward.

Hey, excuse me!

What?

- Got some spare change?
- No, I don't.

I think I hear some change jingling.

Help me out. Anything at all.

Leave me alone. I don't have any.

I heard change! Won't you help me out?

- You want some change?
- I don't want money.

Here's your fucking change!

HEARTBEAT

Oh, my God. What's happening?

I'm losing my... mind!

PANTING

I know it... sounds crazy...

My body...

being taken over by...

Everett Longstreet.

These guys get 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.

We have a little problem.

Move him to J ward.

He had a heart attack symptons,

but we found it was induced
by an overdose of potassium chloride.

Seems mentally unstable
and needs 24-hour observation.

"Who are you? "

"No. Wait. Who are you? "

SCREAMING

Someone else's
thoughts have entered my mind.

The memories can't be Edward's,
and they're not mine.

"No."

"No!"

"No! Stop!"

"Who are you? "

"Don't hurt me, please."

The hate.

The rage.

The pain.

I'm losing myself...

to the need to kill.

Code 6, 1 05 North Avenue.

Come on, Let's check it out.

HEARTBEAT

- Are you Brittany Clark?
- Uh, yeah.

Do you know an Edward Adams?

Yeah. He's a friend.

Do you know his whereabouts?

I haven't seen him since yesterday.
Is he OK?

He's wanted for questioning.

If he contacts you, could you give
us a call at this number, please?

Sure.

HEARTBEAT

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, OK?

I know.

OK, bye.

Edward!

BRAKES SCREECHING

Come on.

Come on!

Where the hell are you?

I used so much potassium chloride, your
heart should have exploded immediately!

Entered the subject's memory.

Lived his killings.

Felt the life slip away, the hate, anger.

Memory proteins
from the subject to myself.

Can't control the dark images?

Shit!

He's put this madness inside of me.

He's alive.

He has a history of mental instability.

It's been very hard on the family.

He's in here.

I thought you'd come.

Are you 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 realising that

it would embed his memory into mine.

Now, your memory.

Permanently.

Why did you do this to me?

I wanted life.

I wanted more life.

I'd do anything for it.

Potassium chloride is a crude way of
trying to induce an artificial heart attack.

You should have tried Tramiacin 1 5.
It leaves fewer traces.

Edward, any advancement,
like true life extension,

will be taken over and perverted
by the wealthy and powerful.

It's the history of science.

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.

I didn't expect to hear it
from a mind like yours.

Edward, I need you to reprocess me,

and filter Travis Mitchell out of my soul.

Something about the chemical make-up
of the diseased mind

makes it want to eat away
at the healthy part of the mind.

It will eat away at you,
till you don't exist.

Why should I help you?

Because I have Britt,

and if you don't, I will kill her.

You 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've reconnected the flow sensor.

What's the flow cycle?

What's going on, here?

Remember, I said I was trying to digitise
my memory and store it in a computer?

Shut up! What's the flow cycle?

6.4 per single wavelength cycle.

But you're Longstreet.
Edward told me that.

Shut up! I'll kill you both now!

Oh, God.

- What's next?
- Set it at maximum, wide open.

It's done.

- Will it work?
- I don't know.

You're pushing beyond
the limits of my ability.

Make it happen,
or I'll blow your brains out!

I've been watching you,
so don't try anything.

What's your code?

Oh...

In case you think about stopping this...

Edward!

You can stop the system.

Pull the fuse,
then look under the glass table.

There's an envelope.

It's your Amelia.

"Don't hurt me, please."

"Who are you? "

"Who are you!"

"No!"

"Don't!"

"Please!"

Britt, in the event of some
gross miscalculation on my part,

I've stored my digitised memory
on this disk.

"I was worried about you."

"I'm not happy without you."

"I want things to work out between us."

"I want things to work out between us."

Oh, Edward!

Yeah, it's me.

Prove it.

Your father left when you were 1 1.
Your mother's an alcoholic.

What about my brother?

You know,
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...

Iosing hope.

It was the desperation of staying alive.

I love you.