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have learned to mingle when no thought is wholly one's own, when one has had

much of the other ever to be himself alone.

Then only do we know what it is to be human.

Run,

little rabbit, run, but be forewarned.

The monster is Legion.

It has scores of legs to track you down.

And as many eyes to see you coming.

It's like racing with the moon.

Or escaping your...

Backed up, I see.

Peter? Oh, yes, yes. What a shame.

He was a good man.

The police suspect he'd been drinking.

What was he doing up there anyway? Dan hated Langston.

Called him a mad scientist more than once.

A renegade psychiatrist forming a mysterious cult, sequestered away in a

mountain retreat.

It all sounds very romantic.

Maybe he was going to join them.

Now this place is closing down, perhaps I should too.

There's nothing for me to do here.

Samuel! If you're worried you're out of a job, don't be.

I have it all worked out for you at the new place. Oh, come on. Not the brain

spa thing again.

You have to get with the times, my boy.

It's cutting edge stuff.

Memory enhancement, right brain training, smart drugs. Very popular in

And very lucrative.

I may be a little old -fashioned, but I believe in hope for every human being,

not just those who can pay for it.

You don't need me, Andy, but the freak in it does.

Come in, come in.

Samuel, this is Bob Picardo.

Bob is a talented Dr. Samuel Fry.

He's the one I told you about. Heard a lot about you, Fry. I was a Harvard man

myself. Really?

Oh, yeah.

Didn't last more than a semester, but I was there.

Summa cum fuck -up, that is me.

Ain't there a lot of good schools in England? What brings you to the

The truth is, Mr. Picardo, there are a lot more mental patients in America.

If you'll excuse me, I have my rounds to tend to.

What's with him? Give me a moment, Bob.

What the hell do you think you were doing in there?

Mercado is the biggest investor in the brain spa.

That's your future in there. Not mine. I've had enough. How in hell do you

justify putting patients like Veronica Bloom out on the street? You know her

history. You know what might happen. This Bloom isn't your problem anymore.

With the proper medication and her government checks, she'll get by just

It's not medication.

She's allergic to half the drugs we use.

We've made incredible progress without them. In a controlled environment,

insulated from the real world.

You haven't helped any of your patients.

You've institutionalized them.

Until Miss Bloom is released from this hospital, you are on staff.

And as your supervisor, I insist that you convince her to rejoin the human

And besides, when you look like her, there'll always be some sucker to take

of you. Don't you think?

Go set her free, Samuel.

And set yourself free in the process.

Veronica?

Hello, Samuel.

How are you feeling today?

I don't know.

It's a little lonely here now.

Where'd everyone go?

Home.

Back to their families.

Well, why hasn't anyone come for me?

They can't come, Veronica. I'm sorry.

Why not?

Because of the...

That's right.

God, it was so long ago sometime, I forget what I did.

The voices did it, not you, remember?

Isn't that what we decided?

When you finally silence the voices, you'll be free to live your life. You'll

never see the inside of a hospital again.

But I'm happy here.

I'm safe.

There is no here, not anymore.

Neither of us have a choice about it. Here, I want you to take these.

I've checked it out. This medication is completely safe for you and the side

effects are minimal.

What if the voices come back?

Then you call me.

But if you keep taking this medication and you don't let the voices get at you,

eventually they'll be silent and you'll be all alone inside your head just like

the rest of us.

If there's anything, anything you want, call

my service.

Don't do this to me.

If you leave me, I won't take the medication.

I'll do whatever the voices want. I swear I will.

I'm so afraid.

Where will I go?

Please don't leave me alone.

That's how they get in, you know.

I've lived here so long.

I can't make it out there.

There has to be a place left for people like me.

I think there might be, yes.

People, take me there.

Please.

Thank you, Miss Summers.

Bingo.

I told you he'd do it.

He's a sucker.

How the hell does this get my boy away from that goddamn cult?

He's kidnapped a highly unstable ward of the state who requires constant

psychiatric care.

If Langston takes Fry in, he'll be harboring a fugitive. Legally, that's

wedge we need.

You'll get your son back.

And whatever Langston is working on will be mine.

that when someone's driving

It's wonderful here.

Don't you think?

I don't like it here. It's creepy.

I think of it as a kind of therapy, then.

Before I commit you to another institution, I want you to know what

missing. It's so big and open.

It makes me feel so small.

Well, we are small. That's beautiful.

There's a whole big wide world out there waiting for you to explore.

Okay, we've explored it. Can we go now? No, let's eat. I'm starved.

I'm not really hungry.

A toast to your ten minutes of freedom.

And a beautiful bouquet for a very beautiful young woman.

I don't understand.

Why do people say things like that?

What if I had stringy hair and saggy tits and scars all over my face?

If my outsides looked like my insides, I wouldn't be here with you. Of course

you would. I'm your doctor. I care about you.

I'd help you no matter what you look like. My job is to understand what's

on inside your head.

What is it?

They're bugs.

They're everywhere.

They're just ants.

Disgusting. I hate them.

They follow me everywhere I go. Calm down, Veronica.

It's all right. They won't hurt you. Get them up.

Get off me!

Get off me!

Not good.

I want you to come back here now.

Come on.

You're late.

You're never late until you arrive, isn't that what they say?

They weren't waiting for you.

Catatonic?

No, I gave her a mild sedative and she still hasn't come out of it yet.

Drugs.

The hospital is terribly dark in here.

Dr. Langston believes that delusions should be cultivated like mushrooms.

She had too much light on her subject and everything crawled back into the

woodwork.

So I take it Dr. Langston has given up trying to reintegrate his patients into

society.

Society is the greatest asylum of them all. I can't say I disagree.

He's waiting for you.

Thank you.

Oh, about Miss Bloom.

Ah, if it isn't the young Dr.

Samuel Fry.

Welcome to the last good old -fashioned madhouse.

May I show you in? Ah, yes, she's quite a character.

Indeed, indeed, indeed.

You heard about Dan Wyatt, did you? The rumors are flying.

And yet you still brought a patient to me. Where else could I go? I mean,

psychiatrists have become pharmacists. They no longer slay the monster, they

tranquilize it without ever bothering to truly understand.

Precisely.

And what if the poets are right and that genius is simply another form of

madness?

Then we, the self -proclaimed healers, will have committed the worst crime

against humanity imaginable.

The destruction of genius. You remembered.

I'm flattered.

I must have read your book a hundred times in college. A hundred times.

Oh, did you know Dan Wyatt and I almost got into a fistfight over it one night?

Dan Wyatt?

Yeah. I thought it was brilliant, and he thought it was tripe. You know, Miller

sent him here.

Miller, that old charlatan.

What could Dan have possibly seen that would make him run out of here in the

middle of the night?

Who knows what sets a man off?

You're not easily frightened these days, are you, sir?

Try me.

I've got something to show you.

Give me it.

This is Hollister Wachtell, a split -brain patient. He came to us after a

surgeon's rather shocking attempt to cure his radical epilepsy. He severed

corpus callosum, destroying communication between the two

brain. But in a strange way, it worked. Let me show you.

play something for us?

Thank you.

Did you see how the stronger left is made to defend while the

clever right goes for the throat?

See that?

But with the help of a tiny transmitter implanted near the base of the

cerebellum, these polarized wills become birds of a feather.

He's completely cured.

That's unimportant.

But the main thing is, it made me wonder...

If two violently opposed minds in one body can be

reunited, is it not possible to do the same thing with conflicting

in separate bodies or even in a group? I mean, wouldn't it be wonderful, even at

this late hour, to have a true...

Universal consciousness.

Look at that face of Samuel.

I mean, religions never work, and therapy's a joke, and drugs, they've

more trouble than they've helped.

A man has failed to create a working society since we crawled out of the

I'm old Harvey, always against the grain.

They say the man who speaks the truth shall be driven out of a thousand

villages. So we...

have formed our own little village.

You must be tired after your journey. I would really like to discuss with you

Miss Bloom's case. Indeed, yes.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

But you're tired. You need some rest.

It's wonderful to have you here, Samuel.

Wonderful. And Myrna will show you to your room.

Yes. Yes.

Well, good night, Harvey.

Good night, Samuel.

It must be a long time.

Since you dreamt of the garden and its serpents.

The sheets are clean. I hope you'll be comfortable.

I'm sure they'll be fine. Thank you very much. Thank you.

It's fine.

Oh, Mona!

He's gone mad, hasn't he?

Well...

Up with those legs.

Like a filly, like a filly. Come on, dance.

Dance like a filly. Oh, never mind. Turn, turn, turn, turn.

Spin, spin, spin.

Oh, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin.

I'm sorry.

I was wondering who was wondering.

And who might you be?

Tell the truth, I've just forgot.

So why don't you ask me who I'm not?

All right, well, for starters, you're not Dr. Langston.

And you're certainly not me.

He plus she is we.

If you slide deep inside, there are places to hide.

Can you speak without rhyming?

Goddamn motherfucker, son of a bitch, fucking bastard, cock -sucking asshole.

Fuck you, you fucker.

I think I prefer the rhyme, thank you.

To speak in rhyme or sing a song is just one way to control my tongue.

You play the woman and I'll play the man.

The things about love that you don't understand.

When one is on fire, the other gets burned.

So give it up, baby. The worm has turned.

Claire.

Claire.

I would like you to meet Dr.

Fry.

Dr. Langston, this isn't what you think it is. It is exactly what I think, but I

must apologize to you, Samuel.

Blair comes as a bit of a shock to polite folk. I should have warned you.

Since when are you qualified to do surgery?

That's my patient you're toying with. Well, she's not your anything anymore.

She's ours now, and we will help her together, won't we? Isn't that what you

in mind? I want to see her right away.

She's resting comfortably, and so should you.

You can see her in the morning.

Run along, my dear.

Have no fear.

Turret syndrome.

A foul -mouthed disease.

Well, yes, I have a theory about that, that it is a form of glossolalia, that

speaking in tongues. And I have taught her to channel her obscenities into the

discipline of poetry.

The story of civilization in a nutshell, don't you think?

You make everything sound so grandiose. She's just a thick little girl.

Grandiose? It's not a delusion.

It's a birthright.

Do me a favor, will you?

Lock yourself in tonight.

You'll never know who's wandering around.

Besides,

it's a full moon.

It doesn't dream.

Veronica, are you all right?

Yeah.

That's it.

I'll have to excuse her. Veronica's not herself right now.

Oh, yes?

Well, who is she, then?

I don't know.

Up for grabs.

Everybody and nobody.

There's the one in the mirror, not really there.

All right, let's get you to see somebody.

Can you walk?

Come on.

Is she heavy?

A little, yes.

Wish I had that problem.

The bitch is grounded.

Stuck here on Earth.

Service her myself.

There's not much Vern Huckabee can do for the ladies on this planet.

Chain myself to the bed.

I chain the bed to the sink and still they manage to abduct me.

I wake up feeling weightless.

Sucked dry in a sperm bank in the next galaxy.

Did you weigh yourself this morning?

Can't say that I did.

I've got a scale in my room.

A couple of them, actually.

You're welcome to stop by.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

We've got to stick together on this.

Do you doubt, Samuel?

Unfortunately, I never learned.

Apparently, neither did I.

Oh, Samuel, how are you feeling?

Harvey, I've just found Miss Bloom sprawled on her floor. I've found an

behind her ear. I want to know what's happened.

All will be revealed to you in due course, but for now, are you ready to

boy? I don't know what the hell you're talking about. What boy?

Samuel, you're so transparent.

But bringing the girl, that was a nice touch.

I like that.

Knight takes queen.

What?

The next move here.

Knight takes queen. Check, I think.

Good.

Very good.

I've been playing that long distance with a friend.

It's been his move for months.

What about Veronica?

Ah, Bobby.

You called Dr.

Langston? Yes, Bobby, I want you to meet Dr.

Fry. He's going to talk to you.

But Carlos sent you, didn't they? No one sent me, young man, Harvey. I don't

know anything about this. Liar!

You're just like the other guy.

Like I...

Told him. I got nothing to say to them.

I disowned them.

Why is that? Have these Bacardos, they're your parents, I assume. Have

scared you or hurt you in some way? I have no parents.

I appreciate that, but they might disagree.

You're still their son. They're flesh and blood.

Makes me want to puke. Tell me, Samuel, do you think that that is their puke,

too?

You're not helping, Harvey.

No, no, no, Bobby.

Tell them why your parents sent them to me.

Because I stutter. What? That's hardly a reason.

No, but they cast them aside because they were ashamed of them.

This is my family now.

I'm happy here.

I'm not leaving.

So tell them to forget me.

See you in group, Dr.

Langston.

See you around.

I talked to the boy. Are you satisfied?

The question is, are you satisfied? You see, there is no coercion here.

There is no brainwashing.

All we have is solidarity.

Is there anything else? I don't know what else about her.

Yes,

I think you're going to find this one of the most... interesting group sessions

you've ever witnessed.

You can join in if you like. I think I'll remain a passive observer for now,

thank you. Good for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to continue work on my

memoirs. I look forward to reading them.

So you should.

I think you're going to be rather heavily featured in them.

Give me the alphabet.

I'll make the words.

Feet.

On my skin.

And I'm music.

Something becomes nothing.

Becomes everything.

Get into that cosmic.

grew. And if you can't, your fault is.

I'm gonna set you free.

a little dancing for Dr. Fry the common air our

shared breath of life keeps our heavenly bodies aloft carrying us away from the

here and now we stake our claim to grace on a whim

no idea.

She dances so beautifully.

Oh, yeah. No, no. He lives for the dance.

I mean my patient, Veronica.

You don't know what you mean.

What's wrong with Mona's legs? Well, absolutely nothing.

I mean, you must remember that this is a madhouse. It's not a hospital.

I mean, her torment is entirely self -inflicted. Have you tried to tell her?

Oh, really, we've all tried. But as you know, science does not hold many

remedies for matters of the heart.

A sentiment you will appreciate, no doubt.

So what's your prognosis? My prognosis?

Someday her prince will come.

Children, let's shake it up a little.

Rattle the old eagles.

Smash!

The South.

Yeah.

each other here, swimming in a sea of shared emotions, a gorge of unimaginable

sensations.

That's enough!

You're not supposed to be helping these people, not encouraging them! On the

contrary, you must encourage them, and you must remember, the true meaning of

the word asylum is a place where you are allowed to be mad.

You're insane!

Oh, yes!

Your diagnosis is...

Correct, Doctor.

You can't help these people if you're sick yourself. On the contrary, that

is the only way we can help them.

have learned to mingle when no thought is only one's own and each has had too

much of the other ever to be entirely himself alone.

Only then will we know what it is to be human.

He's supposed to be healing his patients for keeping them as curiosity.

Keeping?

Keeping?

Harvey, you're a very dangerous man. Whatever it is you're doing, you've got

be stopped for your own good and for the good of your patients.

Be careful. Be careful if one of us is attacked. We all become defensive.

Besides, where is your scientific curiosity?

You're like a chef that doesn't taste his own recipes.

Give us a chance to convince you.

that was unexpected when it first occurred, that we're able to share our

instant retribution, the perfect formula for a self -regulating society.

Hurts like a bitch, don't it?

Give it back. We can take it.

It's gone.

You see, Samuel, I have accomplished something that every psychiatrist since

Christ has only dreamt of, that not only do we enter our patients' minds and

discuss their fears, their traumas, and their desires, but we can experience

them and then truly help them and ourselves.

So don't you think it's a shame that this better world is only allowed to...

exist in an asylum.

Oh, my God, these transmitters. You've created some sort of group mind.

Group mind, collective consciousness.

Call it what you will.

It works, doesn't it?

It's incestuous.

All of you gathered here in the dark, indulging in each other's diseases.

You're the disease.

You're destroying what the evolution of the whole species has been about.

It's the power of the individual.

but please don't preach to me the sanctity of the individual except that

scared to death that your fitted little ego will be swallowed up by something

that is larger than yourself.

You don't know anything about me.

Yes, we do, Mr. Cock -a -doodle -doo.

We know everything about you. I've been inside of you.

I've tasted your pain.

Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy. Very good pain. I know your innermost secrets.

Your longing.

The same things we are to be loved and accepted for what we are.

What about man's right to determine his own fate, think his own thoughts, feel

his own pain?

Is pain so sacred? Isn't that what love and friendship and even therapy are all

about? The sharing of pain?

I'm embarrassed for you, a doctor that can't enter his patient's head.

You know, I need you.

I need you, Samuel.

I'm all...

I'm tired of this worn -out shell. I need a successor.

Someone who will not be corrupted by power.

Someone like yourself.

There are no prisoners here.

And if in the morning when you wake up, you still wish to leave, we'll remove

this little implant in your head, and you'll be alone again.

You warned Harvey.

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Oh, yes, we're aware of that.

Don't worry.

We'll support you.

You like him.

There's something about him. I think the strength of his weakness.

You know that I think I found my successor.

You could put him in charge, but that won't make him our leader.

Besides, they need you in another capacity.

No, no, no, no, no, Veronica. You must understand that you are the music.

Every muscle is a note. Every step is symphony. Now, come on, try again. Try

again. One, two, three. Two, two, three.

Ah, nice to see you visit us.

Just in time to join us in our dance therapy.

Our patients making such great headway.

Oh, let me show you what she can do.

Oh, one.

Two.

I hear you don't dance.

Should I?

Or should a man breathe?

He'd make love.

A man who doesn't dance isn't much of a man.

He has no way to express his libido other than maybe a quick fuck.

Wouldn't you say?

I certainly would not say that.

I just find that sort of dance inappropriate.

You would.

Hollister, play something appropriate for her, Dr. Fry.

A waltz, perhaps?

It's your move, Dr. Francis.

That's enough now.

Feet.

Can't do what you don't know.

You can't do what you don't feel.

Try again.

Yes, yes, yes, the flesh is weak, but our minds can transcend these vile

Consider this.

Every moment of every day, someone somewhere is falling in love.

And if only we could tap into that, we'd all be fools in love

forever.

You want to have your way with me, don't you?

I don't mind telling you you make me hot, but it's like the dancing.

I don't sweat it. I got someone else who does my dirty work.

How do you find me?

I'll give you a clue.

I'm not the meat, but the motion.

I'm not the heat, but the sweat.

I'm not the fang, but the poison.

Play hide and seek with me and you'll never, never find me.

But if you lose yourself, then I'll be the perfect blind date.

One hand washes the other you rub my back and I'll rub yours

The walls between us come tumbling down, down, down, with every inch and

breath and touch.

Slithering slick like the slime of a snail.

Across your body I'll leave my trail.

Hear her rhyme that little flirt.

It's her blessing, but it's not hers.

go, the less of you remains like a snake swallowing its own tail.

You want to possess the flesh of another, but now you no longer recognize

you end and the other begins.

have to do is say that you love me and that you will come with me

say that say what yes samuel

i'll come with you yes samuel i'll come with you

James, I'm leaving, and I'm taking Veronica with me.

I'm afraid she's already spoken for a dozen times over. Some of us prefer to

believe we are beyond traveling in packs.

But what makes you so sure that Veronica wants to leave?

I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me.

Granted, you cured her, but I know what's best for her.

Thanks to you, for the first time in a long time, I have a shot at making

someone happy.

Yeah, but the question is, whom?

You still don't understand, do you?

Maybe not, but she says she wants to leave and I won't allow anything to come

between us.

I think I might love her.

You love... yourself, if that.

Was it good for you too, Sammy?

Everything's always musical chairs here, isn't it? That way nobody ever takes

the blame.

Did you ever dance, Marna?

Oh, that's all I have ever done.

Is it?

Oh, Marna.

Marna, Marna, you know, you really are very lucky.

Psychiatry's come a long way. Now imagine what it would be like for you to

on your own again.

On my own?

Or with you?

If you need me, yes.

I need you.

Well, then don't worry. I'll be there for you.

Will you?

Of course.

I'm a doctor.

Well, then you must excuse me. I have to tend to Veronica.

Oh, no, no. You leave Veronica to me.

Veronica doesn't need you. She needs me.

Oh, isn't it the other way around?

Aren't you tired of feeding off her beauty?

Don't you talk to me about beauty.

It's not even something that you were born with. It's just a nose job away, a

silicone injection in the lip.

Loving a woman for her beauty is like judging a book by its cover.

You cannot love a book unless you've read it.

I know that.

But Veronica isn't just beautiful on the outside. She's beautiful in here.

She'd be beautiful no matter what she looked like.

Would she really?

Really.

If I were you, Dr. Samuel Fry, I would leave here as soon as possible. Not

without Veronica.

I am luring you.

We will not stand for this.

Oh, you don't stand for anything.

The question is, why did Jonah want to leave the belly of the whale?

Because in the belly of the whale, in a moment, you either become the whale or

you are chewed up and spat out and lost forever in the deepest ocean. But all of

us here know the truth.

that it is better to be digested than rejected.

You either be numb or you are numb. Bobby, folks, the Bacardos.

Hey, Andrew, how are you?

You're a member of the Bacardos, don't you, Harvey? Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Nice to

see you. Dr. Langston, please.

We'd like to see what progress you've made with Bobby.

With whom?

Our little boy.

That implies a sense of ownership.

I'm sorry that Bobby is no longer yours.

Don't make this worse, Harvey. We've only come for their boy. You quack. You

promise results.

We hear nothing for months, then my boy tells my wife on the phone, hey, f -f -f

-f -f -fuck off.

I put a fortune into this place, Langston, and the kids still sound like

friggin' jackhammer. We're tired of waiting, Langston. We came to get our

and we don't want any more of your bullshit.

Oh, yeah, please.

There must be some reasonable way to settle this. Settle my ass.

We sent you here to rescue my goddamn boy from this maniac's cult. That's

you're a stark -raving madman, Langston. I'm a minister to society. Well, thank

you very much. Is that true, Samuel, did they send you? I don't understand a

word he's saying.

Cough up, my boy.

Bobby?

Yes, Dr.

Langston? Bobby, get away from me. I disown you. No, Bobby, you're our boy.

Bobby doesn't belong to you, you bloated bag of pus.

Bobby now belongs to us.

supposed to be funny? Is he making fun of my son's disability, your idea of a

joke? Bobby doesn't belong to you. We did this song.

I'm afraid that Bobby now considers you a genetic embarrassment.

What? Now you listen, asshole. We have to work through this. Bobby's having a

rough time right now. You shrink, so I'll speak together, don't you? I want

answers, Miller. Or you can kiss your cash cow adios, you got me? It's more

complicated than you think.

What's that mean? You stutter or you don't. Jesus.

What the hell is going on here?

It's obvious the boy doesn't want to leave. Who's asking him?

I'm his father. I know what's best for him, whether he likes it or not.

Well, you always blame the folks, don't you? Well, I got news for you, Fry. We

all got moms and dads.

What do you think about that?

It ain't our fault that our kids screwed up. We got problems of our own, you

know. I don't doubt it for a second, Mr. Picardo. If you'd just listen to me for

a moment. No, you listen.

My boy is coming out of this circus, even if I have to drag him out by his

Is that clear enough for you? Mr. Picardo, this is totally inappropriate

behavior. I said, is that clear?

You son of a bitch.

That's enough.

Come on.

You cut me. Next time I'm coming back, I'm coming

with the police.

You know what you are? You're a loser.

You're a backstabbing.

We're one for all and all for one.

Wait,

I told you.

But you would not run.

Are you with me?

One, two, three. Two, two, three. Fight them!

Don't let them into your head.

Think of all the wonderful things that are out there waiting for us.

I love you, Veronica.

I love you too, Samuel.

But I got someone else who does the dirty work for me.

Fight them!

Fight them, Veronica!

We're not going to let you take her. We?

You, bitch.

You think you've found the perfect society where everyone is equal, but

wrong, and I know that.

One ego overpowers all of you, and it's not Langston.

It's her!

Look at her!

There's your petty little tyrant making everyone dance to the beat of her drum!

Oh, you two don't understand.

You don't walk because you don't have to. Here are your arms and your legs and

your eyes and your ears. Without them, you are nothing. You have no idea

You used these poor people to murder Dr.

Miller. You used me.

I devoted my entire life to helping people, and you turned me into a

Just look around you, for heaven's sake.

There's only one killer here, and you brought her.

I beg your fucking pardon.

Why?

Didn't you tell us she was a psychopath? If anybody killed anybody here, it was

you.

You poisoned us by bringing your fucking little bitch.

Look back, darling, please.

She knows what's there.

That is only darkness.

Back there is home.

We'll get a new home.

Together.

We can never be together.

Her new friends, that's all she has.

What good is it to take her away?

Without them, she's just like the one in the mirror.

Not really there.

I believe in you.

I love Veronica Bloom for who she is, not what other than Maida.

And if that's all she is?

Then I'll help you stand up for yourself.

Bullshit!

Be careful, Sammy.

You're all alone.

leaving you behind.

We're moving out of your range.

He has a free spirit, but his heart drives him to go under.

Are you sure?

Are you going to help me?

I've just managed to escape from the Langston Institute.

No kidding?

Yeah, Dr. Langston, he's just gone insane.

He's discovered a radical new therapy. It's called group mind.

Group mind?

Yeah, all for one and one for all, you know.

Their psyche is interconnected by nanotransmitters implanted at the bases

their brains.

Look, look. That's how they got me before.

Here, right there.

So they tried to impose their madness on me to drive me crazy too so I could be

their leader, but it didn't work because I know my way around the human mind,

you see. So I thought my way out.

Here I am.

Lucky for you.

So what can I do to help?

Someone must destroy this experiment.

I mean, they're talking revolution.

No, subversion of the ego. It's all our egos here.

Do you get it?

Thousand years of evolution down the drain.

That's quite a story.

Look, why don't you just sit down and relax?

Huh?

We won't have anyone destroying the world without that... What do you call

Group mind.

Group mind.

Yeah, group mind.

Nasty damn thing.

Look, will you excuse me just one second?

Who are you calling?

The authorities. Who else?

Now, there's a coffee machine over there. Why don't you get yourself a cup

just relax?

Night takes queen.

Hang on one second, will you, please?

Come again?

Langston.

Night takes queen.

Oh, Jesus, you're in on it too, aren't you?

Come on, just relax, Doc. You're one of them, right?

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

We're just a little worried about you, that's all.

Now, why don't you tell me where the girl is?

They must have told ahead.

But don't worry.

Everything will be all right when we get to this.

Veronica, wake up, huh?

Veronica?

Oh, God, they won't let go of you, will they?

I'm not saving you by running. I'm not saving anyone by running.

They're mad, all of them.

Harvey and Myrna included.

I've left the lunatics in charge of the assignment.

I'm still a doctor.

If I don't go back now, I might as well abandon everything I've ever believed

in.

Oh, touching.

The lovebirds have returned to the roost.

What have you done to Veronica?

What's the matter, Doctor?

Have you discovered that Veronica is not all she's cracked up to be?

What have you done to her?

Not we.

You.

She suffered an allergic reaction to the drugs you gave her. She was in a coma

when she got here, and she never came out of it.

She's brain dead.

Do you understand? She doesn't even exist.

Except as an extension of us. That's impossible.

I love her.

Do you really?

Well, tell me what it is that you love about her most.

Oh, well, not the meat, but the motion.

Not the sweat, but the heat. Not the fangs, but the poison.

Oh!

When will you realize that it is just a case of mistaken identity?

What do you mean?

It was Veronica's body, but it was my touch, my grace,

my passion.

It was her flesh, but it wasn't.

My soul.

No.

Men! Oh, you are all alike.

Cosmetics, cosmetics, cosmetics.

When you were looking in her eyes, it was me looking back.

You don't love Veronica.

You love me.

but for what's inside.

For what's in here.

Don't you understand?

the miracle of the group mind.

It retains the spirit after the body is gone.

We die because we cannot die.

You see, my love, I did it for you.

Now you can have your cake and eat it, too.

That is what you wanted, isn't it, Samuel?

It doesn't matter what I want.

It is what you want.

One, two, three, two, two, three, three, two, three, four, two, three, five,

two, three, six, two, three, one, two, three, two, two, three.

Oh, no, no.

time after the war.

You have a lot of bodies to account for, my friend.

Oh.

Good afternoon, officer. I can explain everything.

Good.

Let's start with why you were driving a stolen car.

With a dead man in the trunk.

The cavalry has arrived. No more death and destruction.

Bob Picardo is the name of Picardo Construction.

We're Bob the Parrot.

It seems Dr.

Langston here suffered cardiac arrest.

Dr. Fry tried to save him.

He did his best. But when it's your time, well, who are we to stand in the

Lord's way?

So who killed the man in the car, then?

His name is Dr.

Andrew Miller. He wanted to shut down Langston's shop, so he sent Dr. Fry, but

the old man wouldn't stop.

You see, Sheriff, he'd gone out of his mind with grandiose schemes of enslaving

mankind. Miller and Langston had a terrible fight.

So the old doctor strangled him in the dark of night. He knew Samuel wouldn't

get far, so he stuffed the corpse in the trunk of a car. When you called,

Langston said Fry's out of his head, but you see, it was he who had finally gone

mad. Fry's return to the mansion gave Langston quite a start. I suppose the

surprise was too much for his heart. So before we close this book and put it

back on the shelf, the moral of the story is healer, heal thyself.

Thank you for the statement, but it sounds awfully rehearsed.

Not many people I know can ad -lib in verse.

Where are they going?

Back to their room.

And soon, back home.

Dr. Langston has no further need for lab animals.

Hold on one second.

Will you show me the phone?

Bobby!

Show him to my office.

This way, Sheriff.

You dropped your glasses, Doctor.

You have our full cooperation, Constable.

Thank you, Dr. Langston.

Oh, don't mention it.

I'm sorry.

It is Langston, isn't it? No, it's, um, Fry, Samuel Fry. But what's in a name?

My mistake.

Goddamn motherfucking cucks. Fucking son of a bitch. Fuck you. Fucking ass.

Thanks

for

everything. Doc. What do you say, Bobby? Ready to face the outside world? You

betcha. All right.

But it's not Bobby anymore.

It's Bob.

All right. All right. Good luck.

All right. That's it.

Come on.

What?

Well, you got yourself an investor, my boy. I even have a slogan.

Conquering the world one mind at a time. What do you think of that? I like it. I

like it. Take care of yourself. Take care of yourself. One mind at a time.

Beautiful.

I'll be hearing from you.

Be good, bud. Sorry, Doc. Can't do that.

Shaking hands is a nasty habit.

I feel the same way myself. Here.

Bye, Doc. Bye -bye. Take care.

Yeah.

Go. Back to where you once belonged.

They're out there, the malcontents, the nonconformists, the fringe dwellers.

Find them. Help them.

Send them to us.

For when minds have learned to mingle, when no thought is wholly one's own, and

each has taken of the other too much to ever be entirely himself alone,

Only then do we know what it means to be human.

Someone somewhere is falling in love.

If only we could tap into that.

We'd all be fools in love.

Thank you.