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(monkey chirping)

(soft bell music)

(people chattering)
(upbeat music)

(gift thuds)

- Happy birthday.

- Hey, Reese.

- Guess you forgot to invite me.

- But when did you get
out of the stockade?

- Just now.

- But Gary told me you wouldn't
be out until next week.

- Really?
- Hi, Reese.

How did you get out, man?

- Now, wait a minute, Reese.

(people chattering and laughing)

- Oh my god, is that
you Linda Dodd?

Sitting there, pretend
you don't know me?

Come on. Dance with
me, you woman, you.

I'll teach you the
secret of the universe.

- Reese, you are a pig.

- Severe tongue-lashing.

That's what that woman needs.

- Okay, that's enough, buddy.

You just hold it right there.

- Who are you?

What are you doing in my house?

- Come on, let's go.

- Let's forget it.

I want my coat, and
then get out of here.

- Wiedersehen.

Wiedersehen.

Wiedersehen. Wiedersehen.

Don't you think this is enough?

- Forget it.

- If I were you for a moment-
- But you're not me.

- I don't understand
how you can stand it.

- No, but don't you
understand it I don't...

- I don't care if you're a girl.

I'll punch you right
in the mouth.

- Oh, please. Will you stop it?

- Get up.

- Don't pay any
attention to him.

Come on, Hildegard.

Peter's waiting for you.

- Sometimes I wish I
understood you, Reese.

- Why?
- Because I want to help you.

- I don't need help.

- Yes, you do.

- What?

- You do need help, Reese.

The way you act, the
way you treated anybody,

it wasn't normal.
- I don't know.

You know, you get born, you
grow up, you go to school

or you go in the army.

And if you're not killed,
you raise a family.

The kids leave you
as fast as they can.

And then you're alone.

And then two weeks before
you retire you die.

I don't want that.

What I am, you know,
it's not so good,

but it's not so bad, either.

- I won't let you alone, Reese.

- Sweet.

(knocking)

- Private James H. Reese?
- Mm-hmm.

- Did some girl get
hurt here tonight?

- Is that what she said?

- Get into uniform, soldier.

You're wanted out at the
base for questioning.

- Look, you've come
at a very bad time.

See, I'm inside
with a young lady.

- I don't care if you're in
bed with a four-star general.

Let's go.

- I can't come with you now.

Don't put your hands on me!

- Come on! Let's go!

(man yelling)

- You must be in a
great deal of pain.

- Oh, no, sir. I don't
believe in pain.

On moral grounds.

- Oh, yeah. Is that right?

Well, what's your moral position

on being arrested, smart ass?

- Couldn't we keep
this conversation

on a more personal level?

- Shut up. Sign these papers.

- Look, I'm a simple man.

I have simple wants.

Just put me in a cast,
throw me in a sling.

- Nobody's gonna set your arm

until you're officially
admitted, so sign, troop.

- You know, you're kind of
cute when you're pissed off.

- Sign.

With your record of arrests,
you've run out of choices.

Sign.

- And so, Mr. Reese, you say
you plan to stay up all night.

- Oh, yes.

I stay up every night.

I pray.

- What for?

- I pray for the sun to rise.

It's my belief that if
I didn't pray all night

the sun wouldn't come up.

I don't do this for
myself, you see.

I do this for everyone.

And it's a fact that every
time I pray all night

the sun comes up.

- How long have you done
th is, um, nightly ritual?

- I used to do it
just once in a while

to keep in shape, you know
but it's a family thing.

And now that I'm
the only one left,

the torch, as it were,
has fallen to me

and so I must do it every night.

Unless, of course,
my eldest son,

if I should ever
one, will take over.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Just fine.

- But your arm.

- I think that MP wanted
to take it home with him.

A souvenir of our lovely
evening together.

- Tell me, Reese, what
kind of place is this?

Is it a hospital
or is it a prison?

- Oh, it's a wonderful place.

They take your x-rays,

they put you in your
cast on the first floor.

And they take you to
the second floor,

with this weird man says
things like aggravated assault.

Then they bring you up here.

They incarcerate you.

And they throw away the key.

- Have you seen all the
silly men out there?

Pretending they
know who you are?

I mean, they think you're,
they think you're mad.

They think you're a criminal.

It's just like Hildegard.

They think you, you hit her,
and you won't tell the truth.

- Yeah, okay. I'll clear
it all up first thing.

- [Lisa] I know you won't.

I'm serious, Reese.
- Don't be.

It doesn't become you.

And it's boring.

Boring.

- [Lisa] I think
you're just unhappy.

I was attracted by
that for a while,

but I don't know anymore.

- [Reese] Lisa, you remember
that man we saw in Frankfurt?

The mentally retarded
man who just kept smiling

while everybody around
him was screaming?

- Yeah.
- Well, he was happy.

(Lisa sighs)

- [Lisa] He was sick.

(player clicks)

(man grunts)

- It's hard to tell

after this sort of
undirected conversation.

Sounds articulate,
reasonably complex.

His record of arrests
certainly adds

an interesting note
to the proceedings.

All in all, I'd say
he sounded promising.

I'd like to investigate
him further, if I might.

- Certainly.

- I think you have found
an excellent candidate

in this Reese fellow.

He's been a constant offender.

Quite obviously sociopathic,
wouldn't you say?

Yes, and incipient signs
of schizophrenia, as well.

There's no doubt in my mind.

He fits your profile exactly.

- Well, this sure is a nice car.

They make you guy walk a beat

before they give you a
nice car like this?

You know, I used to
want to be an MP.

When I was six.

You guys keep order,
you arrest people.

You bring the guilty to justice.

That's a hell of a thing,
bringing the guilty to justice.

I wish I was an MP.

Jeez, I hate to bitch,

but it's awful lonesome
here in the back seat.

I don't suppose I could climb
up front with you fellas?

No?

I didn't think so.

Well, it's better than
being in the trunk, right?

Right?

Oh, yeah. Right.

(upbeat music)

Whoops. You made a
wrong turn, there, MP.

That's not the way
to the stockade.

You are taking me to the
stockade, aren't you?

Hi, there.

Harvey Corman's the name.

I represent the Mutual
Beneficial Insurance Company,

Incorporated.

You're a family man.

You're probably asking
yourself, if a werewolf bit me,

would my wife be
properly taken care of?

Bye.

Can we stop the car? I
have to go wee-wee.

Whoops. Never mind.

You know, I really enjoy
talking to you like this.

- Delivering James H. Reese.

- Okay, Reese. Out.

Name's Shannon. Corporal
Lawrence Shannon.

I'm head orderly here.

- Where's here?

- Okay, Reese. In here.

Checking in Private Reese.

Hey, Reese.

Over here.

- [Reese] It's a nice
setup you have here.

- Show Private
Reese to the ward.

- Okay, Reese. This way.

- Nurse?

Excuse me, nurse?

Would you mind telling
me where I am?

- Certainly.

You're standing four
feet in front of me,

flagrantly disobeying my
order that you go to the ward.

- Thank you.

I was wondering where I was.

- Hey, Reese.

This way.

(man screaming)

- What's that?

(man groaning)

What's this place?

- Look, just stay cool
and don't make waves.

You should keep something
in mind, buddy.

You cause trouble here, I
can mess you up real good.

- Does he always
scream like that?

- Only when he's awake.

(upbeat music)

Okay, Reese.

Lieutenant Rhodes.

Hey, Rhodes.

Private Reese.

- How do you do?
- Reese.

Sergeant Miles.

- Hello.

- Bathroom's the
back door there.

- Okay.
- That's your bed there.

- Okay.
- Now get undressed.

The nurse will be down
to take your temperature

and do all those
things that nurses do.

- Sure. Right away.

I just want to relax
a minute, you know?

Accustom myself to
my new surroundings.

(Shannon laughing)

- That's an order.

I don't want Nurse
Schroeder on my back,

so you get undressed.

- Right.

- Okay?

- Right.

(Rhodes screaming)

- Why don't they
give him something?

- Well, it ain't time yet.

Hell, he ain't due for
another jolt for oh,

about an hour from now.

Plays hell with the TV.

Hey.

Hey, listen.

You want me to give you a hand

getting undressed or something?

- No. Thank you.
(Miles chuckles)

- Yes, sir.

Will be good to have someone
to talk to for a change.

Old Tommy there,

he ain't much of a
conversationalist anymore.

- Neither am I.

- Oh, well.

You'll get used to that
once the shock wears off.

When they first sprung it on me,

hell, I didn't say a word
to nobody for a solid week.

Too busy drinking and
screwing. (laughing)

- [Reese] What shock is that?

- Oh, you know.

When they first tell
you you're a corpse.

Dead man.

- All I got is a broken arm.

- You had your
complete physical yet?

- Mm-hm.

- Uh-huh. And what doctor
did they assign you?

- Frederick.

(Miles laughing)

- Well, that's our
doctor, too, buddy-boy.

Me and old Tommy.

Yeah.

You see, Tommy's got a
hole about this big

in his intestines.

And I can guess to the month

I ain't gonna have
any lungs left.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Used to be a fella in here
looked a lot like you.

Came in with his leg in a cast.

Croaked of leukemia.

Not a bad way to go.

Not as bad as Tommy's.

- How come his head is bandaged?

You said he got it
in the intestines.

I have intestines up in my head?

(Miles laughing)

- Hey, that's pretty good!

Hey, Tommy, you been
peeing out your ear lately?

(laughing)

hey, I used to know a
couple of girls like that.

- So how come his
head is bandaged?

- I don't know. Go
ask Doc Frederick.

(Rhodes screaming)

Relax.

That's just his hour tone.

About half past we get
two quick screams.

Yeah.

This place is a lot of laughs.

And there's only one way out.

- I doubt that.

I doubt that.

(TV clicks off)

- Hey.

Why'd you do that?
- You weren't watching it.

- Okay, Reese. Suit yourself.

(TV clicks on)

(TV clicks off)

Yeah.

You see, when old Tommy
ain't screaming,

there just ain't no
place in the world

more quiet than this room.

- You really know how to
turn a phrase, don't you?

How long you been here?

- Who counts?

I'm more interested in
how long I got left.

- Place gives me the creeps.

- Oh, relax, boy.

- Why can't we have
a private room?

This place is big enough.

- Ha.

Privacy's the last
thing you want, kid.

- Hey, would you knock
if off with kid?

And I don't need your
parental advice.

- Now, you better keep
your head, sonny.

- Look, for both our
sake, just shut up.

Okay?

Throw me in a crypt like this.

Excuse me.

- Hell, you've got the
wrong attitude, Reese.

You know that?

We're the elite.

We get all kind of
preferential treatment.

Baby, we're showpieces.

And speaking of pieces, Reese,

wait'll you get a load of
this little Red Cross girl

comes around to play
checkers with me.

She's got the hots for my body.

(laughing)

(Rhodes screaming)

- Orderly.

Hey, orderly!
- Someday, Reese.

Someday me and that
little old Red Cross girl

gonna do a hell of a lot
more than play checkers,

I guaran-damn-tee you.

(laughing)

- Can't you give him a shot?

- Can't do it for
another 45 minutes.

Why haven't you men been
drinking your pink lemonade?

- Screw the pink lemonade.

- Think I cart this
around for my health?

- I ain't drinking
anymore of that piss.

- Drink it and beg for more.

- [Reese] Hey, that's for fever.

- Hey, don't you give me
a hard time too, chief.

- That's my boy.

Yes siree, 18 years
of med school.

Bet it was worth it.

Because now he makes the best

freaking pink lemonade
on the block.

(Rhodes screaming)

- Hey, give him his
shot, you creep.

- He ain't due yet.

- Give him his
shot, you bastard.

- Got another 45 minutes.

- Get the nurse.

A nurse to give him
his injection.

- Doctor, he's not ready-
- Get the nurse

to give him his injection.

When he's fully under,
I want her to move him

to carefully to
room D, understood?

- Right. Room D.

- How's it going, Miles?

- Oh, still kicking, Doc.

Hey, you know, I'm up
to four packs a day.

I'd trade all the
peanuts in the world

for one taste of the old
hair of the dog that bit me.

- You and me, son.
(Miles laughing)

- Well, hell, Doc,

even a condemned man's
entitled to one last smoke.

- Say, I, I hate
to break this up

but when you have a minute.

- What is it you want, Reese?

- How about some
information. Am I dying?

- You have a broken arm.
- Yeah, I know that.

But am I gonna die from it?

- No, you're not.
- Then why am I here?

- Yeah. Why is he here,
the snotty son of a bitch?

- And why can't I
have a private room?

- Oh, you could do
with a little company.

- You call this company?

- Oh, it's what you make it.

- How long am I gonna be here?

- Reese, we'll have a
chat about it later,

but right now, I
have things to do.

Excuse me.

- Hey, wait a minute.

Did you see that?

See how he ducked out of here?

There's something
funny about guy.

I sensed it.

I sensed it right
from the start.

- Boy, you don't take
much to anybody, do you?

- Go eat your peanuts, lifer.

- Hey, you wanna
know something, boy?

I'm about ready to ram that
cast halfway up your ass.

- Okay, Miles. Let's
just drop it, Okay?

- Say, I'll bet you're a
college boy, ain't you?

- I went there.

- What'd you used to study?

- English.

(Miles laughing)

- English! (laughing)

Hey.

Where you going?

Hey!

(soft eerie music)

(door closes)

(monkey screeching)

(monkeys chirping)

Oh, shit!

Come on! Come on!

- What are you doing?

- Oh.

That's it, baby.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh.

Come here.

Come here!

Look.

Look on the ledge.

Just down past there.

You see her?

You see her?

- No, I can't see her.
- Oh, gimme that!

Oh.

Shit.

She turned the light out.

- Try not to think about it.

Take a cold shower.

- Hey, where you been?

- Nowhere.

Absolutely nowhere.

- Dr. Frederick,
Congresswoman Johnson.

- It's a pleasure.

- And of course,
Congressman Weston

whose committee has
been very generous

with funds for our project.

- Doctor.

I, um, I'm over here
because I've heard rumors

that there have been setbacks.

- Well, I hesitate to doubt
the source of your rumors,

but I can assure you,
as army observer

and coordinator of this project,

each step Dr. Frederick
and his staff,

and, I modestly admit,
myself, have taken,

each step has been
a forward one.

- [Weston] Doctor,
when can we expect

to be able to present
your findings to Congress?

- I'm a scientist, Mr. Weston,
not a long-distance runner.

- How soon, Doctor?

- You know, I'll bet
this place was really

something to see in
the old days, huh?

- Yeah.

What is this place?

- Well, the way I get
it from Shannon,

that's the punk orderly,
this place used to belong

to a big German field marshal.

You know, bachelor kind of guy,

the army had always
been his whole life,

so when he died he left
the army his mansion.

Now the army's got it.

- How many patients
they got here?

- Oh, let's see.

Now, this is just a rough
estimate, you understand.

But I'd say

three.

- Three?

- Yeah.

You, me, and Tommy.

So to be really accurate
you'd have to say, uh,

two and a half 'cause, you see,

Tommy ain't half the
man he used to be.

(Miles laughing)

He ain't half the
man he used to be!

Well, that struck me
kinda funny, you know?

You know, it's weird, Reese.

Nowadays the damndest
things just tear me up.

Hey.

Ain't right, is it?

I mean, in my condition.

You ever laugh much?

- No.

No.

- I didn't think so, somehow.

Why?

Well, you sure as
hell shrug a lot.

I bet that old cast
kind of cramps

your whole style,
doesn't it? (laughing)

Hey, that's pretty good.

Hey, uh, you got any
brothers and sisters?

- [Reese] I don't know.

- [Miles] You don't know if you
got any brothers or sisters,

huh, college boy?
- What do you care?

- Well, now that you mention it,

I don't give a damn
one way or the other.

I was just trying to make a
little conversation, you know?

Now where you going?

Hey, those woods are off-limits.

(upbeat music)

(dog barking)

Hey, Reese.

Don't turn your back on him.

I've seen those
dogs work before.

Just, uh, back up slowly.

Talk to him.

- Ooh.

Good dog.

(dog barking)

That's a dog.

- Looks kind of like
Shannon, doesn't he?

Easy. Nice.
- Nice.

- Why don't we go back in?

- Whoa dog.
- Easy, easy.

(dog growling)

(dog barking)

(Miles exhaling deeply)

You should have seen your face.

- What do you mean?
I wasn't scared.

Come on, dog. Let's go.

I'll punch you in the face.

I ain't scared.

Hey, wait a minute.

What's with the
fence and the dogs?

- Well, they don't want anyone
to break in here, do they?

- Break in?

Miles, did you notice
the barbed wire

up on top of that fence?

On the brackets?

Pointing in, like this.

- Yeah.

- Well, if they wanted to keep
people out, it'd point out.

And the dog, they patrol the
area, but the inside area?

What is this place? Auschwitz?

(people chattering)

- At ease, men.

These are two of our patients.

Sergeant Boford Miles,
Private James Reese.

- Hello, men. How is
life treating you?

- Oh...
- No complaints?

- No.

- Well, that's the first
time I've ever heard

of soldiers without
any complaints.

- Well, we make it our
business to keep our patients

as happy and comfortable
as possible.

- I'd like to ask
you a question.

What about the-
- Uh, we'll have plenty

of time for that later.

We've got a lot of
ground to cover now.

- We'll talk after dinner.

- You see that guy?

He ducked out on me again.

- What do you got
against Frederick?

I like him.

- I don't know, Miles.

I got a thing about that man.

- Well, he ain't just no,
uh, pill doctor, you know.

He's some kinda shrink, too.

- Yeah. He's some
kinda creep, too.

- Well let me tell you
something, buddy boy.

He knows a lot about
brains, I'll tell you that.

Yeah.

Hey, you take old
Tommy, for instance.

One day Frederick
co mes into the ward.

And Tommy's hurt, I
mean, he is really hurt.

So Frederick takes him
by his hand, you know?

Kind of like he's a woman.

And he says to Tommy, he says,

"Would you like me to
make it stop hurting?"

And Tommy sort of sniffles.

Said he'd appreciate
it, you know?

So the doctor says, "The
hurt's in your head, Tommy.

Not your stomach."

And old Tommy just
says, "Yes, sir."

Just like that.

And me, I said, "Doc, are
you ever full of shit."

But not Tommy.

Then, you see, I figured it.

He's gonna hypnotize him
or something like that.

- But he didn't, did he?

He opened his head.

- Sort of looks that
way, don't it? (chuckles)

- Miles, I want to
ask you a question.

- [Miles] I'm trying to
line up a shot. Do you mind?

- I want to ask
you about Rhodes.

- What?

- You're pretty good
friends with him, right?

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

- Well, has he acted
any differently

since they worked on his head?

- Can't say that I noticed.

He seems to hurt about
as bad as ever.

- Did Frederick
say anything more

about what he'd done to him?

- No.

- Come on, man. Think.

He say anything about removing
pressure on his brain,

anything like that?

- Now, why is he gonna
say anything to me?

Think I'm gonna understand
what he's talking about?

- Probably not.

- Well, I ain't so goddamn
sure you would, either.

Yeah!

Yeah.
- Don't push me.

- That's why you're
afraid of him.

Old guys like you, you don't
worry about getting beat up

or nothing like that.

No, you can talk your
way out of most spots.

But let someone come on who's
got a few more smarts than you

and you goddamn
near have kittens.

While me,

I don't worry about
looking dumb.

Okay. Okay.

Maybe I don't have
no college education

or nothing like that,

but let me tell you
something, son.

I went to the toughest
school of all.

I went to-

- The school of
hard knocks, right?

Out from the teeming tenements.

Yeah, didn't we all?

- Eh.

- Listen, Miles, it's
okay if you don't like me.

- Oh, well, wipe my ass.

Boy, you really are
something, aren't you?

- But we don't have
much in common, do we?

Except maybe Frederick.

- What is this thing you
know about Frederick?

- Use your head, Boford.

I don't trust the man.

- Well, I do, old buddy.

- Enough to trust
him with your life?

Old buddy.

- Oh.

You know, when I was a kid,
I used to someone like you.

Yeah, yeah, this kid, if we
ever got in a dark room, see,

something like that, he'd
always go real tense.

And he would, "Hey,
did you hear that?"

And everybody else
always supposed

to listen up real
close, you know?

And say, "No, what?"

The only thing was,
see, this goddamn kid,

he's always making
the whole thing up.

Gave him a big charge, you know,

to hear things that
weren't there.

But I cured him of that.

One day we was in this
dark room, like always

and he says, "Hey,
did you hear that?"

And I turn and I belt
the crap out of him.

No, I said.

Do you feel that?

- Okay, Miles.

Okay.

- Okay.

Hey, Reese?

Ask me if I'm married.

Come on, come on, come on.

Ask me if I'm married.

- For God's sake.

You're married?

- Nah, I'm divorced.

- How come?

- She talked too much.

- How long?

- [Miles] How long what?

- Have you been divorced?

- Eight years!

Ah.

Think of something else.

- You ever have any visitors?

- Do I ever have any visitors?

Uh.

No.

Just the Red Cross girl.

I think they pay her to see me.

No relatives, nothing like that.

It's, uh,

it's lonely here.

Never thought I'd die lonely.

Oh!

What kind of bullshit
am I spouting?

You know what's wrong with me?

I'm horny as a three-balled
toad, that's what.

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

I need a woman. Any woman.

I don't care if she's
toothless and crippled

and wearing a glass eye.

I'll take her. Woo! (laughing)

Sometimes I go a little crazy

just thinking about
it, you know?

Oh! (laughing)

I reckon not having
a woman's about

the worst thing in
the whole world.

Yeah.

Except for one thing, you know?

Silence.

Not having someone to talk to.

(Miles chuckles)

You know, lately, I've caught
myself talking to the TV.

Silence ain't good
for a goddamn thing.

- They took Rhodes.

- I got nobody.

- That narrows it down
to us, doesn't it?

You.

Me.

And Frederick.

- I thought we agreed on later?

- What do you plan
to do with me?

- You must lead a very
dull life, Private Reese,

that you apparently
have to weave mystery

into it at every turn.

- Well, for Christ's sake.

I break my arm, they
throw me in a ward

with terminal cases.

With guards and dogs.

Barbed wire fence.

They put in the charge
of a brain doctor.

That's what you are, isn't it?

Does it take an
overactive imagination

for that to seem strange?

Then there's Tommy Rhodes.

Now, there's a man with
a hole in his intestines.

And that poor bastard's laying
th ere with his dead taped up.

Now, what am I supposed
to make of that?

- Those mysterious bandage
represented nothing more

than an experimental technique

designed to stop
pain at its source.

Which was, of course, the brain.

- I'll say it again,

you said was?

- Yes, I did.

Rhodes died on the operating
table 10 minutes ago.

- How?

How did he die?

- Hm.
- Did you kill him?

Did you really take a dying man

and put the finishing
touch on him

by fooling with his brain?

- Let me to tell you
something about Rhodes.

That boy was coherent enough

not only to understand that I
was trying to ease his death,

but that I could turn it
into something meaningful.

He knew that the same
techniques that I applied to him

could be used to
spare others agony.

That they might lead to
a cure for many ills.

Including schizophrenia.

- Oh, you're wonderful.

You're just wonderful.

- You are a very small
man, Mr. Reese.

- And you're obviously
some kind of colossus.

So I'm sure you'll
understand why

I want to keep out
from underfoot.

In fact, if I had my way,

I'd have me a doctor that
didn't know shit about brains.

- Benson!

- Hey, buddy. You okay?

(Miles exhales)

- Yeah.

- Who's Benson?

- Remind me to tell you
about her before I die.

(Miles panting)

(bell ringing)

- Gently.
- 8:00 already?

- Morning.

- You've been here all
night, haven't you?

Why don't you go and
get some rest now?

- Perfectly positioned.

But I found information
in the hydrothermic area

I don't understand.

- It hasn't changed.
- Shh.

- If the (indistinct)
level is not in excess,

it is well within the
gradient limits...

- Oh, really, doctor.

I'm sure you haven't
even eaten breakfast.

- Those gradients are
established for healthy
patients.

If you're the debilitation
of the subject,

isn't it possible-

- You did everything you could.

- Nevertheless, Rhodes is dead.

- I'm well aware
of that, Doctor,

but I see no reason
to dwell on it.

- Aren't you at least interested
in the cause of death?

- He was all but clinically
dead before we began.

If he had lived,

you might have been able
to benefit him immensely.

No.

If we can be faulted
for anything,

it is simply that our choice
of subject was injudicious.

- Injudicious.
- But we don't have

that many to choose from.

Where are all the schizophrenics
the major promised you?

After all, that is what
we're here for, isn't it?

- Is it?

- There's Miles.
- Oh, yes.

Miles, at least, is
still relatively healthy.

- And Reese.

- Mr. Miles.

Well.

My goodness.

Where is everybody?

Where's Tommy Rhodes?

- Took him away.

- Oh.

They took him away. I see.

And the incorrigible Mr. Miles?

- Taking a crap.

- Oh, then I shall see
him shortly, I presume.

And you are?

- I'm in a foul mood and I
don't want to play games.

- Of course.

Do you mind if I sit
down very quietly

and wait for Mr. Miles?

You can't imagine how much he
looks forward to his checkers.

- Can't imagine what else
he 's looking forward to.

Well, sit down.

Wait.

I don't care.

- Thank you.

Uh, I've got some
nice cookies here.

- This is garbage.

- Matter of taste.

What do you like to read, Mr...

- None of your business.

- Well, I'm afraid
you're mistaken there.

It is precisely my
business to know

exactly what you like to read.

And what sort of games
you like to play,

and what kind of cookies
you're fond of eating.

It's my business to make
this room seem larger.

- Are you fooling with me?

- If I'm upsetting you, I
could just go away for awhile

and I could come back
later to see Mr. Miles.

- Good idea.

- Did you just find out?

- Find out what?

I haven't found out anything.

The longer I'm here,
the less I find out.

Look, Miss, uh, what?

- Kraus. Miss Anna Kraus.

Sometimes known as
Florence Nightingale.

Although I find that cliche
increasingly tiresome.

- Well, look,
Florence, you gotta,

you gotta distribute your
professional sympathy

more efficiently, you know?

You can't waste it on me.

- Your eyes are all puffy.

Are you in pain?

- Yes. I am.

Right here.

(Kraus laughing)

I just insulted you.

You're so stupid,
you don't get it?

Look, can you make babies?

- Yes, of course I can.

- Then why don't you go do that?

- Hey, hey, hey.

What's going on here?

(Kraus sobbing)

What's this punk
doing to you, Anna?

- Hey. What you doing out here?

Got Miss Kraus in
the ward today.

- She depresses me.

(Shannon laughing)

- Aw, hey, now.

No reason to be depressed.

Not with me around.

You just swallow this down.

- What's the pill for?

- Set your head right, baby.

- I don't need any dope.

- Go on, take it.

Free trial offer.

If you like, next
time we do business.

If not, well, it never happened.

- What is that?

- You don't know it.

It's perfectly safe for babies
and small dogs and things.

Non-habit-forming. No
harmful side effects.

Ah.

Never mind, Reese.

I just thought I'd
do you a favor.

- No. Wait, wait a minute, huh?

Will it, uh,

will it calm me down?

- Chief, not even
God will scare you.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because I hate to see
somebody eating his guts out

the way you've been doing.

Brings me down, you know?

Besides, I have faith
in the product.

(Shannon laughing)

Woo! (laughing)

It'll make you happy
and it'll make me happy.

Eh?

Now what do you want
to talk to me about?

Rhodes, right?

- Rhodes.

He's dead.

- So?

Last time you saw him,

would you exactly call
that being alive?

- Wasn't so much what
he said as his cynicism.

Sneering at the very idea of
people helping one another.

Well, there's nothing funny
about that, is there, Mr. Miles?

Loving thy neighbor?

- Oh, I reckon not, I mean,

where would we be if we
couldn't love one another?

Yes, ma'am, I'm a firm
believer in love.

- It's my fault, really.

When somebody tries
to hurt me like that,

so coldly and
deliberately hurt me,

I can see that he's really
just trying to reach out.

I can see that he hurts a
lot worse on the inside,

where you can't see it.

- Yeah, the inside
hurt. Oh, man.

- What are you doing?

Peter, this must be
one of those days.

Thank you very much, Mr.
Miles, for listening to me

but I've got to be going now.

- No, you don't.

- Well, unless you'd like
to play some checkers.

- Checkers and pink lemonade?

I've had enough of that.

You know what I need, Anna?

I need love.

- I know you do, poor man,

but that's not in my contract.

Now, please.

- I'll be dead in a month.

- Now don't say that.
It's not true.

- You know it is.

And no one to grieve for me.

- I'll grieve for you.

I grieve for all of you.

- But you'll just grieve
for me as a dead patient.

You won't grieve
for me as a man.

- I will. I promise. I will.

- You'll make my last hours
a little more comfortable,

won't you, Anna?

It's so lonely here.

I'll treat you good.
- I know, I know.

- You want to. You know you do.

- [Kraus] No, I don't.

No, please don't. Please.

Stop it.

You don't love me!

- Oh, but I do, Anna.

I love you-
- No, you don't!

You don't love me,
because I'm too fat!

- Fat girls turn me on.
- Oh, please! No!

- Now you listen to
me, you little bitch!

There are two ways
you can have it.

Now, you can have it nice.

Or you can have it
nice and rough.

Just take your pick,
because me, I don't care.

Now don't make me
talk tough, okay?

Okay.

Okay, maybe I don't love you.

But I like you.

And that's the truth.

Now, I'm not gonna hurt you.

And don't be frightened.

- Please, Mr. Miles.
- God dammit!

- Please, Mr. Miles! Please!

Please, Mr. Miles!
- My ass!

- Please, Mr. Miles!

Please don't!

Help!
- Gonna need a little privacy.

(Miles yelling)

(Shannon laughing)

- You don't have to tell me.

I can sense the vibes.

Pill's working.

- Dynamite!
(Shannon laughing)

- Better living through
chemistry. (laughing)

I learned that in Nam.

When my 12 months were up I
asked for a transfer here.

- And you brought your
little medicine bag along.

- You said it.

Play the game.

Smile at the big boys,
an d keep out of trouble.

- That sounds easy.

- If you wised up,
you'd have it better.

Now believe me, buddy, I'm
as hot-headed as you are,

but I've learned
don't swim upstream.

- What?

- Ah.

I gotta get back to the ward.

I'm not supposed to leave
Miles alone too long.

Frederick wants me to kind
of keep an eye on him.

- Oh, no. No, no, no, man.

You don't want to do that.

You don't want to watch
Miles this afternoon.

He needs a little privacy.

You know.

Just him and Ms. Kraus.

- Who needs privacy
when they play checkers?

- Come on, Shannon,
give him a break.

She's been hot after
Miles for months now.

Today he's finally
gonna give in.

- Jeez.

That pill must be
stronger than I taught.

Hey, Kraus ain't never been hot

for anything in her whole life.

- No, no, man. Miles told me.

She makes passes at
him all the time.

- Ah.
- That's right.

- Yeah, you better check

your reality testing
mechanism, kid,

because poor old Ms. Kraus

ain't never made a pass
at anything, period!

She's a terminal virgin!

If Miles had made a pass at her,

she'd crack like an old pipe!

There'd be pieces of her

mixed all over the ward
with the checkers.

And if Miles ever
messes with her,

there'll be pieces of him
all over the ward, too.

You understand?
- I was only kidding.

What's the matter?
Can't you take a joke?

- Hey, Reese, where you going?

Hey Reese!

Miles!

All right, where is she?

- Who?

- Anna.

- Oh.

She left.

What are you staring at?

- Women just can't
resist you, can they?

- Not for long.

- I should say not.

Well, you're more than a match

for your little Red
Cross worker, aren't you?

- What are you
gonna do about it?

- I haven't decided yet.

What do you think
she's gonna do?

- Nothing.

- [Reese] Just forget
about it? Just like that?

- Yeah.

What else she gonna do?

She'd be too embarrassed
to tell anybody about it.

- [Reese] Did you hurt her?

- I don't know. I forgot to ask.

- [Reese] Do you think
she'll be back?

- Who, Anna? Who cares?

- That the first
girl you ever raped?

- Now, look.

Knock off about it, will ya?

It's over and done with.

- What's it like?

The more exciting
if she consent?

- Look, god dammit,

I asked you real nice
to drop the subject.

I ain't gonna ask you again.

- Chained?

- Now you better shut up.

- You're a coward!

A stupid coward!

You're a stupid, gutless coward!

Let me go you...

One arm, one arm,
you stupid coward!

Let me up!

Coward!

You stupid coward!

(Miles retching)

Miles?

What's the matter, Miles?

(ominous music)
(Miles coughing)

Shannon!

Shannon!

Shannon!

- Get Frederick. Find Frederick!

Get Frederick here!

Kind of a red-letter day
to you, isn't it, Miles?

- Oh.

- Bet you wondered plenty of
times why we had you here, huh?

Bet you had yourself all
psyched into thinking

everybody was making a
big mistake, didn't you?

Huh?

(Shannon laughing)

- How long?

- [Frederick] With
extensive surgical care,

proper application of certain
drugs, maybe half a year.

- Yeah, well, if
you just sat back

and didn't mess
with me, how long?

- Well, what can I say?

Maybe a couple of months.

Do you feel we have
misled you in any way?

Encouraged you to build
false hopes, because if so-

- No, no, no, no.

(Miles sighs)

So, I lay around,

let you squeeze a few
more days out of my hide.

Is that it?

- That's putting
it rather boldly.

- That's it just the same, huh?

Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

Well, I ain't going like
Tommy Rhodes, you hear?

I ain't going out
whimpering and screaming

and begging for medicine,
pleading for shots from that

punk orderly.

- There's an alternative.

I'm engaged in a project
of some significance.

You can help, if you like.

This is a piece of 31 gauge
Teflon stainless steel wire.

I want to put it in your brain.

- Oh. (chuckles)

Wow.

I gotta admit, Doc, the whole
thing sounds pretty wild,

but, uh,

digging around inside my head,

uh-uh.

No.

- It might help with Benson.

- Who told you about that?

Nobody knows about that.

Nobody.

- It might help you to sleep
easier at night, Miles.

And believe me,
you're going to want

all the sleep that you can get.

Tell me about Benson.

- Benson.

Benson, Benson, Benson, Benson.

- Tell me.

- In the war,

during the war...

- He was your buddy?
- Yes.

No.

No, he wasn't.

I didn't like him very much.

He was colored.

But that ain't why I did it.

That ain't it at all.

It was instinct, almost.

It wasn't me, hardly.

- What did you do, Miles?

- We was scrunched down in this
shell crater sort of thing.

Just a cut in the ground.

And I looked over and he...

I don't, I don't
know what happened.

I, I looked over
in his direction.

And I saw it.

A grenade.

A live grenade.

I don't know what happened.

It wasn't me that did it.

- You pushed him.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I pushed him.

He fell on top of it.

And it, uh,

blew him apart.

I wasn't even scratched.

When I made it back
to the platoon, I,

I told them about Benson.

Only I didn't tell it
the way it happened.

I said that he
jumped to save me.

They gave him the
Medal of Honor.

- Miles,

I'm giving you a way out.

I'm giving you a chance to do
one decent thing in your life.

I can't stop you from dying.

But I can give your
death a little meaning.

A little dignity.

(drill whirring)

- How could you do it?

You knew about Tommy.

Doesn't what happened
to him worry you?

- No.

- No?

Oh, Miles, don't you
remember how you said

you were gonna go?

Mean and clean, like
a man. Remember?

Now you'll be going
with a bunch of,

bunch of strangers
leaning over you,

measuring your heart
beat and your brain waves

like you're some kind
of 200 pound rat.

Is that the way you want it?

Talk to me, you son of a bitch.

- Let me sleep.

- No, I won't, I
want you to wake up.

I want you to listen to me.

I won't let you lay around,

jiggling your nuts for
the rest of your life?

Miles, don't you care
about anything anymore?

- No.

- You don't want that, do you?

- It's the same thing
they're gonna do to you.

Oh, you've known
about it all along.

Why else you been so
shit-eyed scared?

- I'm perfectly healthy.
They can't take me.

- They ain't gonna
take, you jerk.

You're gonna volunteer.

(door creaks)

(checkers rattling)

- Uh,

can't I finish the game?

- [Shannon] Uh-uh.

- You would have won again.

- Hey, Miles.

All you gotta do is say no.

(ringer buzzing)

- That's it.

(ringer buzzing)

That's all there is to it.

(ringer buzzing)

- Like that, huh?

- Just like that.

(ringer buzzing)

- [Miles] It's kind
of like a little toy.

- No, no. No, not at all.

- Oh, I mean, with the
light and buzzer thing.

It's like something I
got for Christmas once

when I was a kid. (chuckles)

- The light and bell arrangement

has nothing to do with
the probe, as such.

It is just an aid for me
to record the experiment.

And you mustn't worry about
how long you press the buzzer.

I have installed a special
built-in cut-off device

to prevent you from
injury, you see?

- Oh.

Looks like you thought
of everything.

- Oh, yes. Yes, I think so.

Well.

- Well.

Let's do it.

- All right, Miles.

Now, we start off
with the feeder wire.

Now, this is really just a
great big extension cord.

It is much more awkward than
the radio control component,

but, um, I trust it more.

Just old-fashioned, I guess.

- Yeah.

- You said you're married,
didn't you, Miles?

- No, I'm divorced.
- That's nice, that's nice.

Look, uh, don't
press that buzzer

until I give you the
word, all right?

- Oh, no.

- That's it.

- Uh, hey, Doc?
(machine whirring)

Well,

you're not gonna be doing

any of this zapping
yourself, are you?

I mean, unless I push the
button, nothing's gonna happen.

Right?

- Look, Miles.

You have to push.

You have to push the
button yourself.

I mean, if,

if I press it

the whole experiment
doesn't make sense.

But you knew that,
didn't you, hmm?

(Miles panting)

- I'm sorry, Doc, it's just-
- It's all right.

- It's just that wire kind of
psyched me out, that's all.

I feel like a robot.

(machine whirring)

(machine whirring)

Am I plugged in? (laughing)

- Yes.

You're plugged in.

- Everything squared away?

- Yes. Everything
is squared away.

(Miles breathing heavily)

- Then stand back,
baby. (chuckles)

Don't fly 'til you see the
whites of the thighs. (laughing)

(ringer buzzing)

Shall I push it again?

- Yeah.

Whenever you feel
like it, Miles.

(ringer buzzing)

Miles.

What do you feel?

- Feels

very funny.
(ringer buzzing)

- Have a seat, Miles.

- Uh, uh, it's uh...

Uh, it's like an itch, sort of.

Yeah.

Like an itch.

Only

it doesn't bother me
at all, you know?

It feels nice.
(ringer buzzing)

- Where does it itch, Miles?

- All over.

I, I can't pin it down.

It's...

It's like I'm in a glove.

- In a glove?
- Yeah.

Big,

fur-lined glove.

(ringer buzzing)

- Go on.

Come on, Miles, come now.

- I, uh...

So warm.

Yeah.

I feel warm.
(ringer buzzing)

Oh, oh.

It's

hot.
(ringer buzzing)

(ringer buzzing)
(Miles groaning)

(Miles groaning)

(Miles panting)

- Miles.

Is it what you expected?

(Miles panting)

Is it better, worse?

- I don't know.

It's just different.

- Are you able to isolate

the area with he
strongest sensation?

- Yeah.

My crotch.

But

it was everywhere
at once, you know?

Oh, boy. I gotta
think about this.

- Miles,

you seem a bit upset.

- Yeah, well, look, Doc.

I mean, there was an awful lot

going on just now, you know?

Why don't you just
go away for a while?

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

Go to sleep.

We'll talk later.

(door closes)

- So you did that all
by yourself, did you?

(ringer buzzing)

- What do you think
of this new plate?

- It looks all right.

- It's too far anterior.

I'm almost positive.

- It looked all right
on the earlier plates.

How can you be sure

that this one's right
and others are wrong?

- I can't.

But he is living proof
that something is wrong.

- [Nurse] He's still
refusing food.

- [Frederick] And he hasn't
had one minute's sleep

since he stated
pressing that button.

- Where's Miles?

- [Nurse] What do you
think you're doing here?

- Hello, Reese. Get
him back to the ward.

- What have you done with Miles?

- I take you back to bed, Reese.

Reese.

- Reese. Go back to the ward.
- Come with me.

- Miles?

- Reese, back.
- Is that you, Miles?

- Reese.

Leave him alone.

- Get away from me!

(Frederick groaning)

(buzzer ringing)

Miles?

Miles, it's...

It's me.

Reese.

Miles.

- Reese?

I'm like a little baby.

Change me and powder me.

Christ have mercy.

- Reese.
(buzzer ringing)

- What are you doing, Miles?

(buzzer ringing)

What are you doing?

- Please. This
won't help, Reese.

- Where's the power?
(Miles groaning)

- Reese.

Where are you going?
- Don't do that.

- Leave him!

Leave him!

Leave him!

- I tell you once!

I don't play with you!

(buzzer ringing)

Where's the power?

Where's the power!

(miles whimpering)

- Miles!

Go right back.

(Miles screaming)

(Frederick yelling)

- Corporal, Corporal, over here!

Take this man out of the ward!

Get that son of a bitch
back to the ward

and see that nobody
speaks to him.

Nobody.

And see that he doesn't step

one foot out of that
ward! (yelling)

- [Miles] No.

No.

No.
- It's all right, Miles.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

It's all over.

- All right. Inside, private!

You really put me
on the spot, Reese.

I don't like that.

Try to be nice to
somebody, give them a pill,

some good advice.

Huh? What do you get?

Huh?

Abuse!

- Come on, Shannon,
give me a break.

I gotta get out of here.

- Not a chance.

I gotta look after myself.

Besides, I warned you, didn't I?

Huh?

Don't swim upstream!
- Come on, man.

- You really lost it
there with our Major, man.

You don't understand.

Man.

It ain't that lousy doctor,
he don't mean nothing!

It's that Major!

And you, he's gonna
take me apart

just because of you,
you filthy, lousy creep!

It's just a bar of soap, chief.

Soap in a sock!

Hurts like hell,
don't it? (laughing)

Of course, I only use
it in self-defense.

We get a lot of weirdos
around here, you know?

World could do with a
whole lot less of them!

- Shannon.

They own you.

How does it feel?

- But at least I had a choice.

That's more than I can
say for you. (laughing)

- Shannon.

- Agh!

- Was he finished?

- Oh, yes. He's finished.

- Beautiful.

That does present a problem.

- Beautiful?

After 23 years studying
one small portion

of the human brain,

nothing.

Nothing.

It'll workout somehow.

(Shannon groaning)
- Shannon? Are you all right?

Major!

Major!

(dog barking)
(dramatic music)

- You're gonna have to
listen to me, Doctor.

- After Miles?

- When our official friends
learn about this fiasco

they'll slice us to ribbons
to save their asses.

And the rest of the world
is just looking for a story

about the evils of
modern technology

so they'll feed us to them
and you'll be the monster.

- Let me...

Let me think about this.

We'll discuss it later.

- [Major] Have you forgotten
about your intuitive factory?

- Reese?

Are you mad? He despises me.

- Well, you saw what he did.

He's obviously psychotic.

And you yourself have described
him as hopelessly paranoid.

- That suggestion is obscene.

- Oh, come on, Doctor

Why, you've been
holding him in reserve

ever since the
ex periment stated.

Go ahead, deny it if you can.

- It's only because I
thought he would volunteer.

He's a perfect psychological
(indistinct).

I thought he would leap with it.

- Well, a judge of human
character you are not.

- I will not take him
against his wishes.

- You won't have to.

Face it, Doctor.

You work more as a
scientist than a scapegoat.

- You work more as a
colonel than as a major.

- You're damn right. (laughing)

I'd be the first
colonel in the history

of the United States Army with
more brains than bullshit.

All right, Doctor. Now
how do we measure Reese?

From what you say,

right now he's not even
any good to himself.

But by tomorrow he could
be the biggest breakthrough

ever achieved in the
treatment of mental illness.

- Or dead.

- Well, frankly, who'd miss him?

- Who'd miss him?

Who indeed.

God help lonely people.

(upbeat music)
(dogs barking)

(ominous music)
(dogs barking)

(men grunting)

Major.

Why don't you volunteer?

(Major laughing)

- You're serious.

- Any volunteer is
preferable to a conscript.

- Well, I'll tell
you what, Doctor.

As soon as you get
the bugs worked out,

I'll be the first in line.

We go with Reese.

- If you get him to sign.

- I'll see the appropriate
papers immediately.

(machine whirring)

- Well.

You must be very pleased.

- What did you expect?
You volunteered.

- I didn't volunteer
for anything.

- The release form-
- Mm-mm.

- Your signature!
- Sure you did, Reese.

You signed the release along
with all those other papers

the night you were
admitted with a broken arm.

- Please.

- You bastard.

- You needed volunteers
to work with,

so I gave the general order
that all patients admitted

to the hospital with mentally
disturbed backgrounds

were to be given the
necessary forms

to fill out for release.

It's simple as that
and quite legal.

- You bastard!

- Oh, come on, Doc.

The button, Reese.

- Well, what do you say, doctor?

You think you have the right
to ask me to push this?

- I'm sick of hearing
about rights.

I've been involved in
every classic problem

in medical morality
and I'm tired.

Today I go by only one rule.

That is to cure those diseases
that I cannot prevent.

And that goes for
diseases of the mind.

- But I have nothing
to cure, you know that.

Miles...

He's dying anyway.

I'm not even sick.

- You've jeopardized his
life on two occasions.

- I'm not a criminal, if
that's what you're saying.

- But you're violent.

You're lonely, confused.

Frightened.

Thoroughly unhappy.

- Oh, man.

You don't like what you
see, look the other way.

Those things you just called me,

they're conditions,
states of being.

They're not crimes or diseases.

They're not sins.

They're not even fixed in
constant things inside me.

You can't burn them
away like warts.

You don't just cut them out.

- No, but you can override them.

The way that certain
drugs override pain.

- But why? Because they're
not pretty to look at?

Because that side of reality
makes people uncomfortable?

Jesus, Doctor. I
need those things.

I don't love pain
but it defines me.

It's part of what I am.

Who are you to come along
and just erase that?

- I'm not trying to
justify our methods.

How can I, when they
are repugnant to me?

But the fact is

I can help you.

- Come on. Let's get
this over with.

- The control system is such

that he will respond
half a mile away.

- You gonna take this
thing out of my head?

You gotta be out of
your mind, you know.

You can't change me.

You wouldn't know
where to begin.

I am James H. Reese.

And you know what else I am?

I am unique.

- You're the brother
to three billion men.

Can you deny them a
better formal existence?

- Would you use it on your son?

- I have no son.

- That's not what
you told Miles.

- Then I was misconstrued.

My son is dead.

He was very like you
in many respects.

One day he walked into his room

and shot himself
through the head.

- That's too bad.

If he'd stuck around you might
have brought him happiness.

Piece of wire, spark
of electricity.

Bzzt.

Peace.

- Press the button.

- I'm such a small man, Doctor.

You do it.

- Press the button.

(Monkey chirping)

- All right. Give me that.

- Hold it.

Not on your life, Hitler.

That belongs to my good
friend Dr. Frederick.

He of the golden tongue.

Go on, doctor. You made it.

You play with it.

Look, I'll all set
to be sacrificed

for the good of humanity.

Why the hesitation?

You afraid to get
your hands dirty?

Look at me.

I know you.

I see you.

I know what's bothering
you, mister.

You're worried about
my epitaph, aren't you?

Well, shit, man that's
the least I can do

for a man who's gonna rid
me of my shabby little self.

How about this?

Here lies

what's-his-name.

He wasn't so unique.

Go on. Push the button.

Go on.

Push that button.

I feel sorry for you.

I really do.

- All right. The debate is over.

If you won't do it, I will.

(buzzer ringing)

- God.

(engine roaring)

(birds chirping)

(engine whirring)

(people chattering)

- Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the press.

Thank you for waiting
so patiently.

This, of course, is our man
of the hour, Dr. Frederick.

Oh, by the way, there'll
be coffee and donuts

served in the foyer after
the questioning period.

- [Reporter] Welcome back
from Washington, Doctor.

- [Reporter] Doctor, what were
Corporal Reese's first words?

- What do you think
he felt, doctor?

What did he see?

- Just God.

- God? That's all? Just God?

- I don't know.

It may have been a
visual experience.

Just don't know.

- Would you describe
his expression?

Would you say he looked happy?

- Well, why don't you meet
Corporal Reese for yourselves?

Ladies and gentlemen, not long
ago this man was a hopeless

and violent schizophrenic.

But you see him now.

Tell them how you
feel, Corporal.

- I feel fine.

Just fine.

- Corporal Reese, do you ever
feel unhappy or depressed?

- No. Never.

- What about anger?
Don't you ever get angry?

- No.

Not anymore.

- I think I'll be revealing
a happy fact when I tell you

that Corporal Reese talked to
the President on the telephone

and he received a decoration.

- What did the President
say, corporal?

- He asked me how I felt.

- [Reporter] What
did you tell him?

- I told him I felt fine.

- Tell me, Corporal,
how did it feel

speaking on the telephone
with the President?

- It was the happiest
day of my life.

- [Major] Thank you,
Corporal. Thank you very much.

- [Reporter] Major, we've
heard through the grapevine

that you're due to make colonel
because of this project.

What was your role in it?

- [Major] From a
military point of view

I was in charge of the project,

and I'm a personal
friend of the doctor's.

But all the credit
belongs to him.

And I must say, he did
one hell of a job.

- [Reporter] Major,
what is the military's

interest in this experiment?

- [Major] The military
is always interested

in the betterment of mankind.

- [Reporter] Doctor,
have many failures

preceded your success?

- [Major] There
were no failures.

Every step was successful
in varying degrees.

- [Reporter] What are your plans

for the immediate
future, Doctor?

- [Frederick] That's
up to the military now.

- [Reporter] No following
up experiments, doctor?

- [Major] First, he's
going fishing. (laughing)

- [Reporter] Have the Russians
been working in this area?

- [Major] Yes, though
all indications

are that we hold a
substantial lead over them.

- [Reporter] Do you think
they'll have better results

than the heart transplants?

- [Major] Anything is possible.

Well, that's it for now.

Coffee and donuts.

- [Reporter] Just
one more, major.

Doctor, what does this mean
to the man in the street?