All language subtitles for (alluc.ee) Seconds (1966)

[ Man Speaking Over P.A., indistinct]

- Mr. Hamilton?
- Yes?

[ Bell Clanging ]

Scarsdale is next.

Scarsdale is next.

[ Bell Clanging ]

[ Brakes Screeching ]

[ Engine Starts]

Good day?

Mm-hmm.

- You?
- Very productive.

Got the roses out in back
all trimmed.

Oh, letter this morning
from Sally.

Sam's finished internship.

Starts practice next week.

Well, he should specialize.
That's the only thing now.

Well, maybe he just wants
to get the feel of things.

Our little girl's done all right.

[ Children Shouting, Chattering]

Something wrong?

No.

That phone call last night?

What about it?

I heard you pacing around
in the study afterward...

til! almost 2:00.

Just a crazy prank.

Look, Emily, it was nothing.

[ Rings 1

[ Man ]
Art? It's me again.

Arthur? Arthur!

Look, I don't know
who you are, but -

- Charlie Evans.
- Stop saying that! Charlie Evans is dead.

Now, I want you to stop this,
or I'll be forced to call the police.

Art, there are two trophies
on the fireplace...

near the tennis team picture.

Pick up the phone
and walk over to them.

Go ahead.
You know the cord will reach.

Are you there?

Yes.

In the picture, you and I
are standing with our arms...

around each other's shoulder.

We 're both wearing
the same kind of wristwatch.

- Remember, we gave them to each other after
winning the doubles at Princeton? - Yes.

Okay.

Take the doubles trophy there
and turn it over.

One edge of the felt is loose.

Pull it back.

[Charlie]
“Fidelis eternis.”

You scratched it there
down in the locker room...

after we won the finals.

Remember?

With your belt buckle.

I -

I had forgotten.

I didn't'.

It can't be you.

Okay, now.
Listen very carefully.

- Did you get the address today?
- Yes.

Good.

You 're to use
the name “Wilson. "

You - you can't be Charlie.
You just don't come back.

I'm alive!

More alive than I've been
in the past 25 years.

You've got to come tomorrow.

Arthur, listen.

If you don't show up, that's it.

Think, for pete's sake!

What have you got now?
What?

I don't know.

Tomorrow, just past noon.

Remember:
Use the name “Wilson.”

I... don't know.

- I won't call again, buddy.
- [ Line Clicks ]

- Charlie?
- [Dial Tone]

Charlie?

- Was it that call again?
- No.

Stop cross-examining me
every time the phone rings.

Understand?

Perfectly.

I'm, uh, sorry.

[ Gulps ] Excuse me.

You're excused.

Any fever?

No, just old faithful.

Make an appointment to see
Dr. Hogan tomorrow, hmm?

I will.

Promise?

Promise. Thank you.

Therefore...

in view of the differential...

between your present equity -

[ Door Buzzer Sounds ]

between your present equity
and the amount necessary...

for... capitalization...

we cannot extend
the loan you require.

Should your equity -

Where?

- Uh, “Should your equity-”
- Oh, yeah.

Should your equity increase,
do not hesitate to call on us...

for a personal reappraisal,
et cetera, et cetera.

Standard closing.

Yes, sir.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

[ Steam Hissing]

My name is, uh, Wilson.

I was told to -

I was told to come here.

Look, is this the place
or isn't it?

- [ Steam Hissing]
- [ Man ] They aren't here anymore.

I got it wrote down.

Thank you.

Move it! Let's go, let's go!
Move it down the line!

Let's go, you bunch of idiots!

Get that beef cut down!
Let's go! Move it up!

Damn you guys! Let's get that truck going
and get the meat the hell outta here!

Go on! What are you gonna do?
Take all day?

[ Man ♪1 ] Come on, move!
Don't let those hooks fall off.

Come on, let's move it!
Okay, Toddy.

Give us another truck up here.
Tighten up with it, now.

Ah, Mr. Wilson.

- Let's go. On the truck with them.
- Surely this isn't the -

- No, sir. Please come with me.
- Let's go, Frank!

Move that truck off.
Come on, now.

Let's hook it off.
Hook on.

Move that beef off the line!
Let's go!

This is costing money,
you bunch of jerks!

Come on! Go! Go!

Come on, cut it down.
Cut it! Cut it!

All right, come on!
Move out!

Keep hooking that beef up.
Cut it down. Let's go.

Would you step in, please, sir?

I'd much prefer to ride in front,
if you don't mind.

I'm sorry, sir, but customers
are asked to ride in the back.

Oh.

Your hat, sir.
It's only a short ride.

Thank you.

We're here, sir.

Would you take
the elevator to your left, sir?

Ah, Mr. Wilson.
Will you come this way, please?

Yes.

I'm very sorry.
There'll be a short delay.

- Perhaps you'd like tea and a sandwich.
- Thank you.

All right.

Make yourself comfortable.

Here we go.

[ Door Shuts ]

[ No Audio ]

Uh, pardon me...

but could you tell me
the way out of this building?

Excuse me.

I was wondering
if you could tell -

Excuse me.
I'm trying to find -

Excuse me. I'm trying to find
my way out of the building.

I have a gentleman here
who wishes to leave the building.

[ Woman ]
Yes, that would be Mr. Wilson.

Would you have him return
to Mr. Ruby's office, please?

Mr. Ruby is waiting
for him there.

They want you down at the end
of the corridor again.

Yes. All right.

Thank you.

[ Man ]
Ah, there you are, Mr. Wilson.

Come in, please.

Would you close the door?

Please, sit down.

My name is Ruby.

I've been assigned to go over
the circumstances of your death with you.

- W h at?
- I know this seems rather strange to you.

That's why I'm here.
You probably have a lot of questions.

Of course, the subject might appear
indelicate, but most of our clients -

Now, get this straight:
I am not a client.

- Precisely, Mr. Wilson. You are not a client yet.
- [Door Opens ]

Let me start by explaining...

the cost factor involved.

To begin with...

the procedure is
a rather complex one.

This seems to be your supper.
Oh, the chicken looks delicious.

No, thank you.

Yes, as I was saying,
the cost runs...

in the neighborhood of $30,000.

I know this seems rather high,
but in addition... .

To the rather extensive...

cosmetic renovation
by way of plastic surgery for you...

CPS has to provide a fresh corpse
that perfectly matches...

your physical dimensions
and medical specifications.

“C PS”?

Oh, Cadaver Procurement Section.

You sure you don't want
this chicken?

Absolutely sure.

Oh, pity.

The next step is...

the carefully planned obliteration...

of identifiable portions
of the cadaver...

before it is found.

Features,
dental structure, fingerprints.

We can't leave
anything to chance.

No, I - I guess not.

Uh, would you mind if, uh -

Please.

Thank you.

Now, there is a problem -

that the circumstances
of your death must be simple.

Well, a simple accident,
strangely enough...

is costly, Mr. Wilson.

The trick lies in obliterating...

just so much and no more,
so that...

an identification
still can be made, based on...

as I say, general dimensions...

plus a credible
sequence of events...

witnesses, et cetera.

Oh, the whole thing must be
very carefully staged.

We guarantee
a death of this kind.

Mm, excuse me.
Delicious!

They have a wonderful way
of baking cheese on it...

so that it gets very crispy.

Now, there are
any number of ways...

you can be found.

Excuse me. I mean
your body can be found.

The victim of some kind
of machinery, an explosion...

um, a hunting misadventure.

Oh, but I think these are
somewhat too gross for you.

I had thought perhaps
a hotel room fire.

Would you like me
to outline the circumstances?

- No, thank you.
- Oh, good. I was -

- I was hoping you would agree -
- No!

I mean, I-l can't be sure.

Oh, well, of course,
of course, of course.

We can't expect you
to decide all at once.

Um, think it over.

There's so much else
to be done, Mr. Wilson...

but if I may say so...

the question of death selection may be
the most important decision in your life.

[ Door Opens ]

Ah, here are
the trust instruments.

Mr. Joliffe, Mr. Brown,
Mr. Wilson.

My colleagues.

This is your, uh, revised will...

drawn in accordance
with the requirements of the trust...

all predated, of course,
to save you the trouble.

Oh, no, no.
It's standard procedure.

Uh...

effective at the time
of your death...

the trust provides for...

very liberal settlements
on your wife and daughter...

and more-than-sufficient funds...

for your financial needs
and your new identity...

from sums assigned to us
as your trustees.

Insurance policies...

uh, annuities...

uh, real estate.

If you'll, uh, sign right here.

The staging here is
rather authentic, you'll see.

Of course, the drug made it
easier to manipulate you...

into the proper positions
and attitudes.

Rest easy, Mr. Wilson.

You did not ravage our girl.

Of course, the photography
is not too professional...

but I think it's clear enough.

- So now it's -
- I have a message from Charlie.

Charlie?

He wanted me to tell you
that rebirth is painful.

You were going to say...

“So now it's blackmail,”
eh, Mr. Wilson?

- What would you call it?
- Just a kind of insurance.

Isn't it easier to go forward
when you know you can't go back?

But you knew that, didn't you?

The minute you hung up
with Charlie after that first call.

Ah, sure you did.

You're saying...

I can never go back?

Fact is, you really
don't want to go back.

Sakes, boy!
You owe yourself this thing.

Rebirth. Life again.

Begin again,
all new, all different.

The way you always wanted it.

You got another chance.

Heck, nobody's gonna
miss you, are they?

- My wife.
- What about her? What are you to her now?

- We get along.
- What does that mean?

There's my daughter.

Mm-hmm.

We don't see
much of her, actually.

She lives out west
with her husband.

She writes now and then, uh...

to let us -

What are you to her now?

Excuse an old fool prying, son...

but what does it all mean?

Hmm?

It can't mean anything now,
anymore.

There's nothing anymore,
is there?

Anything at all?

I... expect to be president
of the bank before too long.

And I have my boat
in the summer.

We have friends.

Anything at all?

I guess I...

never thought much
about it before.

I leave Emily pretty much alone
to do what she, uh -

We get along, as I said.

We hardly ever quarrel.

Not that that's any...

measure of our lives.

Frankly...

during the last few years, we...

hardly ever...

ever -

I - I don't know
why I'm telling you this.

'Cause you want to.
Go on.

Ever...

ever...

showed much affection.

But as I said -

boat

And, uh -

So this is what happens
to the dreams of youth.

Go on, son. Let it out.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

Let it out.

Hmm?

It's time for a change.

Now, look.
They'll both be well taken care of.

They don't need you,
and you don't need them.

You just can't help
each other anymore.

Ah, look, son.
You know what I'm saying is true.

There's nothing anymore.

No, no.

What you need now
is a good rest.

Now, there a few things
to be worked out in the morning...

but my boys will clear those up,
and you needn't worry none.

- Your boys?
- Mmmmm.

You're the head of it all?

There never was a struggle in the soul
of a good man that wasn't hard.

My papa told me that...

and it's sure enough true.

Believe me, son.
I know.

I believe you.

That's fine.

[Man] You know, Mr. Wilson, you represent
something of a milestone around here.

When the bandages are removed...

I think you'll be
more than pleased.

In fact, I expect you to be prancing
around here like a stud bull.

Now, it's gonna take a while,
so, uh...

try to be patient until we get you
ready for the world again.

- [ Whimpers]
- Now, don'! do that!

You can't talk because
we've extracted all your teeth...

and given you a complete
vocal cord resection.

- [ Gasps ]
- Give the tissues time to pull together.

Now, you got a new set
of permanent teeth.

In a week you won't know
the difference. Thank you.

That's what hurts most
right now.

Everything's different.

When the first healing's over,
we'll start conditioning for muscle tone.

" Hmm?
' [ Ra's-DY Groan ]

Yes, yes. Those too.
Fingerprints.

Mr. Wilson, even your signature.

Little thing we did with
the tensor ligaments of the hand.

[ Rasping I

The orbicularis oris started to sag,
so we tightened them with ligatures.

Yeah.

Then we worked on the mandible
to square up the bone.

Uh-huh.

Well, I never.
[ Chuckles ]

Holy mackerel.
I don't know how you boys do it.

Doc, it's a masterpiece.
Good work.

Easy does it.

You'll be all right, son.

Your scars and hematomas
will disappear in a couple of weeks.

After several months
of physical conditioning...

the process will be complete.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Ah.

My name is Davalo.
I'm your guidance adviser.

This is about
your future career.

I'm afraid I haven't thought
very much about that.

Oh, yes, you have, sir.
[ Chuckles ]

- Permit me.
- [ Arthur's Voice ] I want a ball..

- a big, big red one.
- Whoops.

I'm afraid we picked this up
a little too early.

Sit down. We recorded
these regressions...

under Pentothal
and caffeine sodium benzoate.

At first, there's always
a touch of the infantile...

but later on, we progress
to a more mature...

expressional infrastructure.

Ah, here we are.

[ Davalo's Voice]
What would you like to do most of all?

[Arthur's Voice]
Of anything in the whole world?

[ Davalo's Voice]
Mm-hmm.

[ Arthur's Voice] Uh...

I'd like to be
a tennis pro, I guess.

Yes.

That's what I'd like best of all.

[ Davalo's Voice]
Mm-hmm.

And suppose you couldn't be?

What else would you choose?

[ Arthur's Voice] Uh...

I guess I'd like to paint stuff.

[ Davalo's Voice] Pictures?

[Arthur's Voice]
Pictures and things.

Well...

I think the creative wish pattern
is pretty self-evident.

You mean, I-
I ought to be a painter?

Exactly!

You see, painting allows you
a basic creative outlet...

as well as providing
an environment...

in which these sublimations
will have free vent.

Now, let's take a look at the program
we've worked out for you.

Certificates of study.

Abroad.

Notices of first six
one-man shows.

Your pictures
are realistic in treatment...

but deal with poetic imagery
in choice of subject.

Not that I pretend to be
a critic of painting.

These diplomas...

from reputable universities...

they - they can't be forged.

Mr. Wilson, I assure you...

every item
is bona fide and valid.

How-How could I even approach
such a professional level? I couldn't -

Oh, very simple.

You are already established
in a position of some dignity.

Oh, nothing conspicuous.

Just a solid,
mildly successful sort of thing.

You will be supplied
with fresh paintings periodically.

In time, you'll perfect
your own style.

Surreal, primitive,
impressionistic - whatever.

It will be a transition
from this present work.

You see...

you don't have to prove
anything anymore.

You are accepted.

You will be
in your own new dimension.

You're a bachelor.

Birth certificate.
The only son...

of deceased parents,
and so forth.

In short...

you are alone in the world...

absolved of all responsibility...

except to your own interest.

Isn't that marvelous?

[ Man's Voice]
Your studio is in Malibu, California.

Quite luxurious. Very private.

You'll make your own adjustment
in your own way...

in your own time.

Oh, you'll be
self-conscious at first.

Don't worry.
[ Chuckles ]

It will wear off
Ana' remember -

You've got what almost
every middle-aged man...

in America would like to have:

freedom.

Real freedom.

[ Chuckling ]

Ah, it's been a pleasure,
Mr. Wilson.

[ Woman ]
Pillow, Mr. Wilson?

Yes, thank you.

[ Woman Speaking Over P.A.,
indistinct]

[ Man ]
Tony! Tony?

Tony Wilson!

Tony Wilson!

Hey there, you old rascal!

Slow down!
Where's the fire?

Can't wait to get back to them
pretty little models, huh?

Uh-oh. lam late.

Now, if I didn't have to catch me a plane,
I'd make you buy me a drink, by God!

See you soon. Gotta run.

[Man j
Welcome home, Mr. Wilson.

My name is John.
I've been assigned to help you.

It's very nice.

I think you'll be
quite comfortable, sir.

Do you like your studio?

- Yes.
- Perhaps you'd like to freshen up and have a drink.

Afterward, I'll try to clear up any point
on which you may have curiosity.

The bath is through here.

I'll unpack these for you later.

Fine.

Um...

how long
will you be here, um -

John, sir.
For as long as you need me.

The company is fully aware
that you may have problems at first...

- and will spare no effort to help you solve them.
- Thank you.

Yes, sir.

- John?
- Yes, sir?

I, uh-

I had a curious experience
at the airport

What was that?

Well, I was accosted by a man
who called me by name.

He seemed to know me,
and I'm certain I've never met him.

I suppose it was
a mistake on his part.

So it would appear, sir.

What kind of people live here?

Professionals.
Some in business. Some write.

No, uh, no artists, I hope.

I think you are
the only one, sir.

If I may suggest, sir...

perhaps you'd like to give a small
cocktail party for the immediate neighbors.

Oh, well, I, uh -

I'd better get myself
used to things first.

Later on, maybe.

As you wish, sir.

That's very good, sir.

Thank you.

Wouldn't you enjoy meeting
some of the people here, sir?

I told you
I'm not ready yet, John.

I'll do this in my own way
and in my own time.

Of course, sir.

Hello.

Hey. Hey, wait.

I'm sorry about back there.

How about if we try it again?

Hello.

I'm Nora Marcus.

I'm... Tony Wilson.

- Walk?
- Sure.

[Nora Laughing]

Ocean, I love you!
You're beautiful!

Beautiful!

[ Laughing I

All that power,
and she's got all the answers.

Hey!

Got a question!

[ Sighs 1

What did you ask?

Oh, a tough one:

“Who and what
is Tony Wilson?"

And what did it say?

It told me to mind
my own business.

[ Nora's Voice ] That was my life.
Two boys, ages ten and twelve.

Successful
and indulgent husband.

A beautiful house,
complete with microwave oven...

intercom, station wagon,
et cetera, et cetera.

Ad infinitum.

Ad... absurdum.

And?

I made myself a cup of coffee,
dressed, and left.

- That was four years ago.
- And you never went back?

I've seen them
from time to time, but...

it's different now.

Maybe because I'm different.

I don't expect you
to understand.

I think I do.

You?

An artist?

Why should you understand?

You spent your whole life being.

You don't know anything
about me, really.

Oh, yes, I do.

It's all right there
in your face.

What is?

- Now you're fishing.
- No. Seriously.

This may hurt a little.

I agreed to take my chances.

Okay.

Madam Marcus
will read the leaves.

What kind of a man is he?

There's grace
in the line and color, but...

it doesn't emerge pure.

It pushes at the edge
of something still...

tentative...

unresolved, as if...

somewhere in the man...

there is still a key unturned.

That's quite an analysis.

Not really.

When you come to think of it,
it sort of fits everybody, doesn't it?

It's very nice here.

The good things
always happen with the rain.

When will I see you again?

I'm going to Santa Barbara tomorrow.
There's a kind of gathering.

Can I come?

It's going to be very wild.

Maybe that's part
of turning the key.

[ People Shouting, Laughing ]

N' [ “Drunken Sailor" ]

To the god Pan.
To the gods of this place.

Drink! See ye, ye gods.

March down
upon this procession...

and bless us all!

[ People Cheering]

The queen of the wine!

[ People Cheering, Shouting]

[ Man Laughing]

[ Man ] Wine!

Wine!

Wine!

- The queen of the wine!
- [ Cheering]

It's the queen!

Oh, the queen!

The queen of the wine!

[ People Chanting]
Stomp those grapes!

Stomp those grapes!

Stomp those grapes!
Stomp those grapes!

[ Chanting Continues]

[Whining ]

JV' [ People Singing
“Drunken Sailor” ]

JV' [ Continues ]

[Chanting ] Stomp those grapes!
Stomp those grapes!

[Chanting Continues]

JV' [ Continues ]

[ Chanting] Stomp those grapes!
Stomp those grapes!

[ Chanting Continues]

[Gasping I

Now the season ends,
and the old vines are buried deep.

Now, in dying,
Bacchus gives us his blood...

[Laughs]
so we may be born again...

laughing, laughing.

- Come dance with me.
- Nora, I don't know any of these people.

- I don't think I -
- Don't “think” me, Tony. Don't.

I came here to feel, to be.

I'm dying,
and that's the world...

the whole bloody world!

Nora, it's not a question of dancing.
I'm not a part of this!

- I'm dying, and that's the world!
- I don't understand!

- The whole bloody...
- Nora, please!

- World!
- No! No! Nora! Nora!

Don 't!

Nora! Nora!

- Hey, Nora!
' [ Laughing ]

[Nora Exclaiming]

Nora!
Nora, come back here!

Get out of there!
Hey, wait a minute.

Get your hands off me.
Nora, get out of there!

Nora! No, please.

Please - Please don't!
Please!

[ People Cheering ]

[ Chanting] Stomp those grapes!
Stomp those grapes!

Stomp those grapes!

[Coughing ]
Nora? Nora!

[ Chanting Continues]

Nora.

Please!

Nora!

- Nora. Nora!
- Kiss me!

Nora -
[Sputtering ]

N' [ Singing Resumes]

Yes. Yes!

Yes!
[ Laughing I

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Yes, yes. yes!

JV' [ Fades ]

- Thank you, John.
- Oh, Mr. Wilson.

- May I present Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd?
- How do you do?

This is your host, Mr. Wilson.

- Mr. Filter, Mr. Wilson.
- Pleased to meet you.

How do you do, Tony?

- Hello, Mr. Wilson.
- You have seen Tony's paintings, haven't you?

JV' [ Piano Jazz]

Cheers.

Mr. Wilson, may
I present Mr. Mayberry?

- Hi.
- Nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson.

Peekaboo.

- Honey, please slow down.
- Never!

Never!

Come. I'm taking you
to ze Casbah.

[ Nora] Not ze Casbah!

As soon as these people leave,
I'm going to attack you.

Why, Mr. Wilson, you dirty old man!

Ah!

[ Low Chuckle ]

- I really am.
- Hmm.

I want you to know that.

I'm counting on it.

Miss Marcus, you shock me.

Tony, please ease up.
Hmm-mm.

- Why?
- Because... it's not like you.

[ Drunkenly] Oh, I know that.

I'm sorry.

[ Exhales]

Guess I just needed
the added strength.

Oh, that's silly.

They're all wonderful people.
Just give them a chance.

- Okay, okay.
- Give yourself a chance.

'Hmm?
- Okay.

Yes?

I promise. No more.

And I promise to behave myself.

[ Gasps ]

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I've embarrassed you.

No, you haven't.

Tony...

I think I love you.

You're beautiful!

You're -

- You're an ocean.
- Let's go back.

The sooner we get rid
of those people...

the sooner we can be together.

- I'm going to hold you to your promise.
- Oh, God. You're evil!

- Yes!
- God, how evil you are!

Tony?

Henry Bushman, my husband.

- Nice to know you, Wilson.
- How do you do?

- Nora, you're staggering.
- Hank, that's a dirty lie.

Watch out for this character.
He's a lawyer.

Harvard, I want you to know.

- Really? Hey, that's a coincidence.
- Hold it!

- Thank you.
- Mm, me too. In fact, me too twice.

Hollow leg again?

Oh, will you listen? At home
he makes me look like a piker.

A veritable piker.

Henry,
you sneaking two-face, you.

- Private joke?
- No. I'm sorry.

Come on, Nora.
Let's ditch these two sots.

- [ Gasps ] Help, Tony! Rape!
- Wait a minute. You can't do that.

No, there's no way you'll get away.
You're gonna stay right here.

But that's my woman.
Hey. Hey!

Hey, that's funny.
That's very funny.

What's funny?

Is he really
a sneaky two-face?

Yes.

There's such a religious climate
out here. Don't you agree?

- Oh, I love the climate.
- Yes.

I belong
to a special kind of group.

Nothing subversive, I hope.

Oh, good heavens, no!

We change sects.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, no, no. Good heavens.
You thought I meant -

“Sects.” S-E-C-T-S.

- Oh, sects!
- Yes.

Well, thank God!

- We change every month. Right now, we're in Aztec.
- Mm!

Huitzilopochtli, Quetzalcoatl,
virgin sacrifice and all.

- I just love your paintings, Mr. Wilson.
- ♪♪[Up-tempo Rock]

How do you ever do it?

Well, you see...

it all began
with a big red ball...

and, uh -

No, no.

You see...

I paint naked, Mrs. Filter.

- It's the only way to get at the truth.
- How interesting.

Of course. You see, in this way,
my inner essence is revealed...

and I am presented
to the canvas...

in direct relationship
with my primeval state...

without its sociological
trappings.

- Hey, watch it, will ya?
- Oh, look!

- Take it easy, Wilson!
- I'm sorry.

- I'm terribly sorry.
- You all right, hon?

John! John?

- That'll never come out. Never!
- I'm terribly sorry.

- Excuse me. Please forgive me.
- Just look at this mess!

It's all right, ma'am.
May I?

[ John ] Let me take that.

I'm sure it won't stain badly.

Hey! You two heard
the one about the -

[ Both ] Yes, we have.

Well, I'm - Well, I'm sorry.

I - I didn't mean to interrupt.

Seems like I'm...

doing everything wrong lately.

Now, don't pout. Mama will
make everything better, okay?

Perfect. Say, Hank...

uh, I was thinking
about school just before...

and, uh,
your house at Harvard...

wasn't, by any chance,
Adams, was it?

- No, not exactly.
- Is anybody hungry?

Hey, I am.

Say. Hank?

Hank!

Hey, Hank. Here.

Hank, actually -

actually, I'm not
a Harvard alumnus either.

That is, I used to be,
but I'm not anymore.

- [ Woman] What do you mean? Did you resign?
- Take it easy.

- Oh, that's priceless!
- No!

- I did go to Harvard, you see...
- Uh-huh.

And I was an alumnus...

but that was before
I became a painter...

and now I'm not anymore.

Come on, Hank!

♪ Poor Eli's hopes we're dashing ♪

♪ Into blue obscurity ♪

♪ Resistless, our team
sweeps goalward ♪

♪ With the fury of ze blast
We'll fight ♪

♪ For the name of Harvard ♪

♪ Till the last white line is ♪

[ Both ] ♪ Passed N'

That's wonderful!
Absolutely wonderful!

Truth is, I just stopped
being an alumnus.

- Oh.
- Simple.

- Wilson!
- What?

You and I must play
golf sometime.

Golf? Golf?
[Cackling ]

Antiochus Wilson playing golf?

Huh? Now...

Arthur Hamilton -

[Snorting Laughter]

Looks as if our host is in orbit.

[ Laughter Continues ]

Hey, wait a minute, you guys.

[ Woman Laughing]

- Incoming! Good-bye!
- Bye!

Oh, isn't he wonderful?

[Tony Laughing I

- Put him down.
- Hey, wait a minute.

- Turn him around.
- Hey, Hank, listen.

Hey, Hank,
I got a nephew -

I got a nephew right-
right in Harvard right now!

- You don't have a nephew.
- What?

[Laughs]

I don't have a nephew!
[ Scoffs ]

Okay, correct.

I don't have a nephew...

but he's there, all right.

He's there, all right.

My daughter...

she's married to a doctor...

and maybe by this time,
I'm a grandfather.

Believe me...

they'll never
drag it out of me.

I'll stand right here...

on my constitutional rights.

I'm not a grandfather.

I -

[ Chuckles] Why are you all
staring at me like that?

[Laughs] Hey, John?

[ Laughing 1

Hey, John!
Why are they -

Hey, John. Hey, John...

why are they staring
at me like that?

- They know.
- [Laughing]

They know what?

They're like you.

What do you mean?

Reborns.

[ Breathing Accelerates ]

Oh, Lord!
[Wailing ]

Shut up. you!
Shut up!

Shut up, damn you!
Just who the hell...

do you think you are?

[Sobbing ] Oh, no!

Oh, my God!

[ Ringing ]

Yes?

[ Charlie] It's me, buddy.
Now, listen to me. Arthur -

Charlie?

- Now, look, Arthur-
- Charlie.

- Arthur, listen to me!
- Is it really you?

Of course it is.

Do you realize how dangerous it is,
what you're doing? Do you?

I've got to get out of here. You
don't know what they're doing to me.

Come on, now, buddy.
Calm down. Calm down.

- We got to see you.
- That's impossible right now.

- Why?
- It just is!

You've got to get a hold
of yourself, fast. You'll be sorry -

- You know what they did?
- I can't explain, but you'll be -

There's this reborn, Nora.

She's not one of them.

She works for the company.

- What?
- That's right.

An employee.

But I-

Oh, no. She was so -

Why, Charlie? Why?

Your adjustment was bound to be
difficult in the first stages.

Don't you see?
The company simply provided -

An employee.

It means a lot to me personally, Arthur.
Now, I can't explain...

but we're sort of tied together,
you and me.

We're so close, Arthur.
Don't throw it away.

- How?
- Trust, please?

Promise to stay put
until we can get someone to you.

[ Charlie's Voice Continues ] You've got to have
some help right now. Please, will you do it?

Will you stay there?
Please!

Yes?

- I'm Mr. Wilson.
- Yes, sir.

Come in, please.
I'll tell Mrs. Hamilton you're here.

[ Emily ]
Mr. Wilson?

I'm so glad
you were able to come.

- Thank you. I didn't mean to barge in.
- Oh, not at all.

It was very kind of you.

I must have sounded strange
over the phone, but...

you see,
Arthur never mentioned -

Well, I just met your late husband
last year, shortly before -

Yes. Um, please, sit down.

Mrs. Hamilton, I'm a painter -
an artist, actually.

- I admire your husband's watercolors.
- Really?

Not that he was professional...

but he did have something.

He mentioned some paintings
in a cupboard out in the garage.

That's the reason I -

Well, I was wondering
if I might...

pick one up as a memento.

I'm sorry, but the garage
has been cleaned out.

You threw them away?

No.

No, not exactly.

You have a lovely place here.

Oh, thank you.

This was the study, wasn't it?

Yes, it was -

How did you know?

Your husband...

talked a lot about this house,
about his family.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to stir up
painful memories.

No. No, it's not that.

It's just that...

I never knew Arthur
to do that very much.

How do you mean?

- I don't want to bore you.
- No, please.

I'd like to know.

You see...

I knew him only for a short while.

I'd really like to know.

It's not just curiosity.

We, uh -

We shared an interest in art.

The last time I saw him, I -

I did some sketches.

Now I'd like to do a painting...

but all I have are lines... a face.

Posthumous portraiture, hmm?

I'm not joking, Mrs. Hamilton.

No, of course you're not.
I'm sorry. I -

You've set me quite a task.

He was a quiet man.

I think the thing I most
remember him for were his silences.

It was...

as if he were always listening
to something inside...

some voice.

He never talked about it,
so I never knew what it was.

Oh, he was a good man...

but he lived as if
he were a stranger here.

I mean, he never let
anything touch him.

He became absorbed in things -
his job, mostly.

He worked hard. He...

became more detached.

Always a look around his eyes
as if he were...

trying to say something.

I don't know what.

Protest against what
he'd surrendered his life to?

I never knew what he wanted...

and I don't think he ever knew.

He fought so hard
for what he'd been taught to want...

and when he got it,
he just grew more and more confused.

The silences grew longer.

We never talked about it.

We lived our lives in a polite...

celibate truce.

You see, Arthur had been dead
a long, long time...

before they found him
in that hotel room.

Well, I... guess
I can't tell you much more.

Enough?

Yes, it is.

I really should be going.

Well, I... hope
I've been some help.

Yes, you have.

Very much.

[ Emily's Voice]
Mr. Wilson?

You said that you wanted
a memento.

It won't be a painting, I'm afraid,
but it's all I have.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.

It doesn't matter.

- I want to go back.
- Of course, sir.

No, I don't mean to California.

To the company.

Start again, all over.

Antiochus Wilson can die,
can't he, John?

The company.

Is it possible?

I think so, sir.

[ Exhales] Begin again.

Quite honestly...

I'm not the least bit sorry...

because there were certain mistakes
made in my case, and -

Of course, but before we go
into all that, let me ask you...

whether you can recommend
and sponsor a new client.

What?

Someone in
your acquaintance outside...

whom you feel would benefit
by the company's services.

You were sponsored yourself,
you know.

Oh, yes, of course.

A business associate, perhaps.
Someone down the street.

You don't have to be intimately
acquainted with a man to realize...

he'd be receptive to the sort
of opportunity we offer.

I'm sorry. Right now,
I just can't seem to -

What I mean is, I -
I'd like to think about it.

Well, that's all we ask.

As you can imagine...

our business is acquired
through present clients.

It's a word-of-mouth
operation, Wilson.

You don't suppose we can advertise
in magazines and newspapers.

[ Chuckles ]

No, of course not.

I think you'll come up
with something.

- [ Man ] Hold it. Thank you.
- [ Clicks ]

Hold your arm up, please,
Mr. Wilson.

- Excuse me. I don't understand.
- That's it.

- Is all this really necessary?
- 13 1/2. Profile.

- Turn sideways.
- Wait a moment. Is this necessary for -

- Hold it. That's it.
- [Camera Shutter Clicking ]

- Back view.
- What is this, preliminary for surgery?

Certainly, Mr. Wilson.

A year's gone by.
A lot happens to the human body.

This one is yours, sir.

Hello, Arthur.

- Excuse me. I don't believe I know you.
- It's me, buddy.

Fidelis eternis.

Charlie?

You're Charlie?

Guess I am, old buddy.

What are you doing here?

Same as yourself: waiting.

What's the matter?

Uh, nothing. I -

It's just that it's...

hard to recognize
somebody and...

not recognize them
at the same time.

How long have you been here?

Oh, a while.

When you phoned me,
you were here?

- Mmmmm.
- Even the first time?

But you sounded...

like the whole thing
was something tremendous...

this...

rebirth, everything, even when
you hadn't made a go of it.

I thought you'd have
a better chance.

Good God! How long does a man
have to wait to get into surgery?

Not long, usually.

I had to stay around
and telephone you, if necessary...

through your first adjustment,
but now -

That's what you meant
about our being... tied together.

Mm.

I couldn't help it, Charlie.

I had to find out
where I went wrong.

The years I've spent...

trying to get all the things...

I was told were important...

that I was supposed to want!

Things!

Not people...

or meaning.

Just... things.

And California was the same.

They...

made the same decisions
for me all over again...

and they were
the same things, really.

It's gonna be different
from now on.

A new face, a new name.

I'll do the rest.

I know it's gonna be different.

I suppose you do too.

[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Good morning, gentlemen.

Mr. Carlson, please.

Charlie. You?

- Art, I -
- Mr. Carlson, please.

Charlie...

I have the feeling
you're gonna make it this time.

Sorry to disappoint
the rest of you.

Perhaps tomorrow.

You don't seem to understand
our problem, Mr. Wilson.

- I understand it perfectly.
- But you're not cooperating.

I've told you over and over again,
I cannot think of anyone.

- I can't believe that.
- I've been shuffled around long enough.

It's about time I had
the opportunity to start living...

some kind
of meaningful existence.

If I did sponsor someone...

wouldn't that delay
my trip to surgery...

in the event that I were
needed from time to time...

to, say, advise him?

No, that's not likely,
not if the selection is a good one.

I'm sorry. I don't seem to be able
to think of a single soul.

- You mean you deliberately won't.
- Have it your way.

Very well.

That'll be all, Mr. Wilson.
You can go back to the dayroom.

Processing, please.

This is Ruby.

On Wilson, 722...

I think we can go
to the next stage now.

Hello, son.

Oh, sir, I-

Ah, you know, I sure hoped you'd make it,
find your dream come true.

- What?
- I said, I sure hoped you'd make it...

find your dream come true.

I guess I -

I guess I never had a dream.

Maybe that's it.

That - That sure
might have been it.

If I did have one...

it certainly wasn't...

Antiochus Wilson.

This time...

I've got to be allowed, sir,
to make my own decision.

You know, son...

when I began this business,
I was a young man with an idea.

I wasn't aiming to make
a lot of money, helping others...

helping them to find
a little happiness.

Oh, heck, just not the rich.

I thought eventually -

You see, I got tremendous comfort
in the thought that, in my small way...

I was waging a battle
against human misery...

and I was too.

Except we do have
a high percentage of failures.

I guess that's to be expected...

but it hurts me.

Some reborns make a go of it.

We're always working to find ways
to improve the system.

Yeah, we make mistakes.

Fact is, when our clients
first started coming back here...

I just wanted to chuck
the whole thing, but I couldn't.

The organization
was pretty big by then.

Uh-huh.

Board of directors,
on a profit-sharing basis.

All those people.

You've no idea what a financial
responsibility it turned into.

Tsk, tsk.
[ Chuckles ]

Heck, we make mistakes,
but we admit 'em...

and go forward.

I won't see it in my lifetime...

but some of the younger execs
like Ruby may.

Oh, you can call it
wishful thinking, son...

but life is built on wishes.

And you've got to just keep
plugging away at 'em.

You can't give up...

and you can't let
the mistakes...

- jeopardize the dream.
- [Door Opens ]

Well, here's your transportation.

- What?
- Surgery, sir.

- But I've got to talk to you.
- We're on a very tight schedule. Please.

Why, I-I didn't expect
so soon that -

It's efficiency. You're lucky
we got a match so quick.

Hop aboard, son.
Up there.

The doctors are waiting.

That's just so you won't fall off.

But there's things we have
to talk about. I mean, my identity -

We will. We will later.
Mm-hmm.

Just relax, son.
Everything's gonna be fine. Just fine.

The thing about
doing it on my own.

You see,
it's so important: choice.

You've got to change.
We have to talk about it.

We will.
I'll look into it personally.

Just remember, son, we gotta
keep plugging away at the dream.

The mistakes teach us how.
It wasn't wasted. Remember that.

My name is Dr. Morris, sir.

According to our records,
you were reared in the Protestant faith.

Did you convert to any other
during your adjustment?

No.

Good. Good.

That is, “good” in the sense
that we have a certain definition.

Now, lam not suggesting
that being a Protestant...

is any better than being
a Catholic or Jew.

As a matter of fact, I am qualified to care
for you in either of those faiths as well.

I was ordained in each:
rabbi, priest, and minister.

I admit it unusual.
Uh, maybe even a bit advanced.

Wait a minute.
What's happening?

Well, my good sir,
when we have finished...

- you will go on to the next stage.
- I don't mean that!

Ultimately, Mr. Wilson,
ultimately we'll be called...

to face the Creator
and render up our last account.

It happens to all of us, sir.

That's no answer! I want to know
what's happening to me now!

Don't shout! Please!

No!
[Muffled Shouting]

“Blessed shalt thou be
coming in...

- and blessed shalt thou be in going out.
- [Shouting Continues]

And he said,
'Thou canst not see my face...

for no man can see me and live.

[ Latin ]

[Screaming ]

[Latin Continues]

'7 am the resurrection and the life.
He that believeth in me. - .

Though he were dead,
yet shall he live.

And the stranger shalt thou not oppress,
seeing ye yourselves were strangers.”

[ Latin I

“He that loveth life shall lose it,
and he that hateth his life...

in this world shall keep it
unto life eternal.

Fear not thou them
which kill the body.”

[ Latin ]

“L am the door.

By me if any man enter in...

shall he be saved.”

[ Latin ]

[Shouting Continues]

God be with you, sir.

[ Moaning ]

What's his data?

“Wilson, mesomorph, age 51

no current diseases.

Requisitioned
from dayroom stock May 6.

Released for cadaver use last night.
CPS number 722.

Disposition:
death by automobile accident...

caused by cerebral hemorrhage.”

- All right. Acid etch.
- Yes, sir.

- What's the solution strength?
- Five percent at ten cc's.

Timer.

Five minutes.

[ Faint Moaning ]

You were my best work,
Mr. Wilson.

I'm sorry it all
has to end like this.

All right, set him up.

I think we'll put the hemorrhage
right under the left exoccipital...

in the lingual gyrus.

Put that light over here.
Good.

All right.

- [Exhales ]
- Relax, old friend.

Cranial drill.

[ Drill Whirring ]

[ Whirring Continues]

[ Whirring Fades]