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[theme music]

DAVID BOWIE: Nobody wants to be a nobody.

Everyone, be they ever so humble,

wants to make something of themselves.

The question, of course, is what.

Who exactly would you like to be?

If you could answer this little conundrum,

nothing could stand in your way.

[music playing]

[beeping]

Come on in.

Genetically altered coconuts,as easy to open as bananas.

America's next favorite fruit snack.

When do they hit the market?

Well, agronomists are stillworking on this unfortunate

elementary side effect, but they seem

confident that within the next two years--

Development is bad for the cash flow statement.

The board wants results, and they want them now.

If you want results, Mr.Bigelow, just check out

that aerial dissemination plan.

What's the model?

Semiarid plain in China.

Transformable into a high yield wheat field.

Wheat in China?

Don't they eat rice in China, Steverino?

It's a model.

And it's too long.

Boil it down to two pages.

You look like a man carrying a burden.

Ha.

Overtime, on behalf of the great god Bigelow.

It's good to find I'm notthe only one of his slaves

working ridiculous hours.

Least he takes all the credit.

Yeah.

Ah.

Stephen.

Stephen Keller.

I know.

I read your report on aerial dissemination.

How did you--?

Rosie, in Wordprocessing.

Oh.

She had some very interestingthings to say about you.

Haha, that was one of those--

--misguided office affairs?

A man with your talents coulddo much better than secretaries.

A man with my talent shouldbe sitting in Bigelow's office.

I agree.

In fact, I would much ratherbe working with someone

of my own generation.

What department did you say you were in?

I didn't.

Vivica Linders.

Fertilization and Pollination Technology.

A vegan sex therapist.

Ha.

Close

So, what kept you so late?

Oh, working on a lost cause.

Pretty much like yours.

Really?

In fact, I'd like to show it to you.

Fits right in with your master plan.

No kidding.

I told you.

I've been reading all of your reports.

You're the man I need.

[door opening]

Coming?

Not yet.

This is my life's work.

This is a soil that greatly enhances

the germinating propertiesof spore dissemination.

My god.

You couple this with myaerial dissemination system,

and a few seeds could do the work of thousands.

Exactly.

Your project and mine?

Two distinct parts of a whole.

Like pistils and stamens.

There'd be no stopping us.

Except for Bigelow.

That mean old bastard.

What the hell do they keep him around for?

To prevent people like you and me

from realizing our potential.

It's no wonder thatson-of-a-bitch's wife left him.

Haha, he probably hasn't screwed her in 10 years.

Sorry?

I didn't mean to be offensive.

Ah, but you're not.

No, sexual frustration canbe a very powerful motivator.

Maybe that's what gives him his stamina.

I'm just waiting on the day he keels over.

He won't.

Maybe you're right.

People like him never do.

Perhaps because Bigelow doesn't have a heart.

Ooh, I see you know him well.

Ever so.

But, there are ways.

To do what?

Am I moving too fast for you, Steve?

Oh no, I'm a real fast mover.

I wonder what you'd be likewith Bigelow out of the way.

I dunno.

Give me a month.

One.

I'd be so productive, man, with your soil?

My project?

I could deliver--

[disgruntled noise]

Anyway, he ain't going nowhere,so what does it matter?

It matters.

What are we going to do, shoot him?

No.

But he could get sick.

He never gets sick.

What about if he we could make him sick?

Expecting company?

You.

Whoa, we met by accident.

Did we?

To Bigelow.

May he wilt and shrivel.

You're serious about this, aren't you?

Serious as the plague.

Maybe you are moving a little fast for me.

Am I?

Perhaps I misjudged you.

It's a seed.

Encased in amber.

I've had it since birth.

It's very, very ancient.

Did you know that I've been able to grow

corn that was stored by Egyptianfarmers thousands of years ago?

Umm.

The fact remains.

As old as this seed is, it was still grow.

Goodnight, Steve.

Come back when you're ready to go all the way.

[UNDER BREATH] I was right there.

I just want to--

Mr. Keller.

15 minutes and, um, 20 seconds late.

Yes sir, Mr. Bigelow, Ihave the summary for you.

If you just give me a minute, I'll

get it out of the computer.

That's quite all right, Mr. Keller.

Mr. Cavanaugh already did.

Hacked in.

Easy access code.

Thanks, Cav.

Mr. Bigelow, it's come to my attention

that Lunagro has developed a new topsoil.

The spore soil?

Yeah.

Now, if you couple the properties of that soil

with my aerial system--

A very dangerous proposition.

We can't risk the lawsuits.

Mr. Bigelow, it will make us millions.

The lawyers are against it.

Which means that I'm against it.

And by the way, uh, get a haircut.

That's a very dangerous proposition.

The aerial dissemination prototype.

This means you've been givingsome thought to my proposal.

I only have one question.

What?

Do you really think this will work?

I'm positive.

The Coranoralia Megasporum Lumina--

The what?

--night bloomer to you laymen--

is in itself an innocentplant, but once it blooms,

its spores must never beinhaled by a human being.

You must really hatethis guy as much as I do.

This is the very last of its kind.

Once it's exposed to the atmosphere,

there is no turning back, Steve,You want to hold it for me?

Like that.

Okay.

Imagine that.

I'll be damned

[suspenseful music]

VIVICA [VOICEOVER]: This is what you have to do.

You must uproot a shrub or a bush.

The seed must be planted in ahole resulting from the death

of another plant.

You need to use my special soil.

When it blooms, it willrelease millions of microspores

into the air.

Don't worry, Bigelow won'tsee them or smell them.

But they will affect him.

CAVANAUGH: We have ordersfor 10,000 tons of spore soil

this month alone.

And the phones are ringing.

We're entering productionat full capacity,

and it will still take six months before we

can even begin to meet demand.

What about the reports?

CAVANAUGH: Of the aerialdissemination system tests?

Well, they prove that your projections

are completely accurate.

Now, here are bids from threemanufacturers, all of whom

are so anxious tosubcontract us that they'll

cut their own throats ratherthan let a competitor beat them

on price.

It's our market, Steverino.

Excuse me?

Sorry, Mr. Keller, I just got carried away.

No doubt about it, sir.

You have put the "grow" back in Lunagro.

I know.

[clearing throat]

Cavanaugh, I want a fullcomplete and complete report

on my desk before I leave for my golf game.

[hoarse cough]

I see you've made yourself at home.

I've earned this office.

You were a bottleneck.

Nothing new or innovativeever got past this desk.

In four weeks I've done more with the projected

earnings of this firm thanyou managed in three years!

Productive little prick, aren't you.

You'd be amazed at how newideas can take root and grow.

I don't know you did it, you little bug,

but I know you're the one who made me sick.

That's ridiculous.

Oh, is it now?

[hoarse coughing]

You just remember.

There's always someone who wantsto sit in the big man's chair.

And whatever got done to me, she can do to you.

She?

You got somebody in particular in mind?

You be careful what you wish for.

Vivica, listen, we better watch out.

Bigelow is--

Very sick?

I heard.

Have you met Miss Czerny?

She's taking samples.

Air, soil, pollen.

And you would be?

Stephen.

Keller.

Keller.

Ah, recently promoted.

Are you just sitting in Mr. Bigelow's office,

or you merely assume his position?

The office came with the promotion.

Ahh.

You don't think Bigelow'ssickness came from-- here?

Well, let me put it this way.

I'd be careful if I were you.

Surely, as a fellow scientist, you

are aware that certain spore-bearing plants

can have very damaging effects.

Of course. ,

Actually I'm amazed thatthey're allowing you to put

this new soil into production.

If the wrong plant were to deposit its seed

in that special soil of yours, why,

it could take over entire ecosystems.

Surely that's ridiculous.

Atlanta's covered with kudzu, all because

of a few foreign plants.

At least no one's died of kudzu poisoning.

No one's died in thisbuilding either, Miss Czerny.

Not yet.

OK, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, look,

Bigelow's sick, right?

He's not-- not dying.

Well, we all hope his statewill change for the better.

Well, I'm done here.

I don't like this.

Calm down, Steve.

Look, Bigelow practicallyaccused you in my office

10 minutes ago! - Steve.

What?!

He sent that lady down here to your lab,

now where do you think she's going to go next?

You heard her, Steve, she'sgot 42 more floors to go.

We have plenty of time.

Time to do what?

The night bloomer is the last of its kind.

Destroy it, and there will be notrace of it left on this earth.

All you have to do is go toBigelow's house and uproot it.

Are you kidding me?

Look, oh, no, no.

I've seen Bigelow.

I've seen what thatplant can do to a person.

I'm not going nowhere near his house.

I need you, Steve.

I've never needed anyone as much as I need you.

Do you really think I would send you

out there without protection?

[suspenseful music]

Ah!

Guh!

Agh!

Ugh.

[coughing]

He's dead.

Vivica, I watched him die.

You said you wanted himto "wilt and shrivel," dear.

No no, you said that!

I never said that!

Here.

Here, drink this.

[gulping]

Oh, shit.

Oh, I don't feel good.

I don't feel good.

Oh, Stephen, you'll befeeling very different soon.

What-- what did Bigelow do to you, anyway?

Oh, darling.

It was never about Bigelow.

It was about survival.

Gh--guh.

Whose?

Mine.

[gagging]

I needed you, Steve.

You were so fertile, so ripe.

[heavy breathing]

Augh!

What is it?

Oh, you're not poisoned, Stephen.

You're delivering.

[gagging]

You don't know what It feels like to be

the last of your kind.

[gagged scream]

[skittering]

[gagging]

Our soul has beenplanted around the world,

Stephen, darling.

Now it is time for us to sow.

DAVID BOWIE: To be someone of importance.

To be special.

A universal desire.

But with a hidden cost.

For if you wish to rise above the masses,

you must separate yourself from them.

You must abandon thosequalities that are universal

and replace them withqualities unique unto yourself.

You must do what it takes tobecome something else entirely.

[ending theme] Love.

Obsession.

Power and possession.

Hunger, oh, oh.