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Guys, settle down. Settle down, you guys.

Who just threw that?

I'll throw something back at you.

No, no more soda, you guys are crazy.

Taxi, taxi!

No, no, I got that. I got that.

Sorry, pal. It's okay...

You're stupid! That's just stupid!

Hey, motherfucker!

Where's the wallet?

Give me that cake. Where's Paul?

Maurice? Oh shit, Mr. Duncan.

You know this dude?

I had Maurice in my ninth grade bio class

about five years ago.

I guess those extra help sessions didn't quite do it for you.

Let's go, man.

This guy's cool. He's the best teacher I ever had.

Let's go.

Sorry about this, Mr. Duncan.

Honest mistake.

Got things under control?

Paul, what took you so long?

I ran into an old student, I got held up.

Mm-hmm, did you get the present? Yeah, yeah, voilа.

Gorgeous.

All right, let's do this.

Clara, get the lights.

Finally. I know.

Ready? Everybody, everybody!

How you doin', Jeff?

Where is he? Where's my boy?

Hey! Dad.

Happy birthday to you.

How, you doin'?

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Adam.

Happy birthday to you!

Hey, kid! You made me laugh.

So Dorset Prep, where is that exactly?

Mars. Oh, that's hilarious.

It's in the suburbs, a half hour away.

It's a great offer, but Paul hasn't made up his mind yet.

I bet that's a change from the school you teach at now.

Oh yeah, less crack, better cafeteria selection.

Don't mind Paul. He's still grappling with his conscience.

Mom, Dad, this is the coolest present ever!

Oh-ho, it looks good too, right?

Do you think he needs more sugar?

Yeah I know, I'm breaking every rule.

Hello, is Steggie in here? Beware.

Hey, cake for Steggie.

He can't eat that, it... Why not?

He's an herbivore.

Oh, oh, he's an herbivore.

Okay, then I'll just take it back.

Wait, maybe leave it, just in case. Take it back.

That's what I thought. Good night.

Bye, Dad. Good birthday?

Yeah. All right.

Good night, Dad. Good night.

What was your favorite present?

My jacket... Yay!

...You got me. You look so good in red.

What's on your agenda tomorrow?

Uh, I have to stop by the gallery.

I have to pick up a lens I ordered.

I have to get a new pair of sneakers for Adam.

Ooh, I have to do you.

I could take care of that right now.

Have you thought about that job offer?

You do realize it'd mean moving, right?

So, we'd move.

You know we used to think we were pretty hip living down here.

I also used to think four Merit Lights and a Diet Coke constituted a meal.

Honey, I love this place as much as you do, but we've got a kid to think about.

And I just don't think any city is a great place to raise a kid these days.

Plus, you'd be making twice what you're making now.

I'm just not sure the timing's right and your photography is starting to take.

This is not about my photography.

Okay, I just can't shake this feeling that somehow...

I'd be selling out.

Right. Listen...

you know how much I respect your ethics.

But this is about Adam.

Sometimes, ethics have to take a back seat.

Okay, your turn.

Okay, I'm going to a picnic... Yeah?

And I'm going to bring an ant,

a bagel, a croissant,

a ding dong... Like you?

Mom!

A ding dong... Yeah?

Uh... Shoe store, 3:00!

Yes! Take my hand.

I think if you pump them any more, they might explode.

Really?

Kaboom!

Do you want 'em or not? Yeah.

Do you want this? Yeah.

I'm just gonna go test these outside, okay?

Okay, but don't go too far, okay?

And how would you like to pay for this?

A credit card, please.

Ma'am? I need your signature.

Sorry, so sorry. All right, sorry.

Thanks. Great.

Hello!

You guys!

Where's my greeting committee?

Jess?

I'm sorry, I got stuck at a teacher's conference.

Jessie?

Machine voice: You have four new messages.

Paul, I...

God damn it!

We'll handle all the funeral arrangements.

God be with you. Thank you for everything, father.

Honey?

Excuse me, Jessie? Jessie Duncan?

Yeah?

It's Richard, Richard Wells.

Richard?

Your wife was an undergraduate student of mine. It's been years.

Actually, Richard, it's... it's kind of a bad time.

I know, I read about it in the paper. I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Thank you. Actually, do you have a minute?

I'm sorry, I know this is a terrible time.

I don't think so. Not right now.

But believe me, if there was any other way...

The truth is, I went to some trouble to find you.

I'd like to help you.

Help us?

I'm a doctor. I specialize in fertility.

If we could just talk, it won't take long, I promise you.

We can go to a restaurant right over there.

I finished the residency in ob-gyn, but my real passion is research.

What is it you do, Paul? I teach biology.

You do? Can you tell us what this is about?

Yeah.

The truth is, there is...

there's no easy way to present this to you,

so I'm just gonna come out and say it.

My clinic has perfected a procedure by which a single cell

could be used to create a genetically-identical fetus...

a fetus which could be carried to term and, in effect, be reborn.

Do you mean cloned? Yes.

Yes. Yes.

This would be the identical boy

down to the last chromosome on the last hair of his head.

This is how you wanna help us?

I used to be affiliated with a hospital here

and I had a chance to review Jessie's records.

You did what?

I'm aware of the complications surrounding Adam's delivery,

that it's impossible for you to conceive again.

You looked at her records?

I had to be certain that Jessie's condition

didn't preclude carrying a child and it doesn't, so yes, I can help you.

You can have him back, your son Adam, to birth again, to raise.

Adam's dead, God damn it! Paul. Paul.

My son is dead! Paul, please.

You come at me with this?

God knows what hell you've been through.

The last thing I want to do is make this time any harder.

But the truth is I can do this, and I want you to know.

What you're talking about is illegal, not to mention potentially immoral.

Illegal, yes. Immoral, no.

We're talking about using life to create life, that's all.

And you've done this before? You've successfully cloned a human being?

No, I haven't but only because I've been looking

for an ideal candidate. I read about what happened.

And I hope that if you two aren't interested

in what I'm proposing here... What are you proposing here?

He's not even sure that he can... That's not true... I am sure.

Still, it does come down to trust.

You'd be... Excuse me, your menus.

You'd be gambling on me as much as I'd be gambling on you.

My clinic is some 300 miles from here.

If you were to do this, it would mean moving there

and I'll be honest with you, changing your lives entirely.

Paul's right, this is extremely against the law.

You'd have to sever all ties with family,

with friends, with anyone who ever knew Adam.

Of course I would help with the relocation,

and I can get you a job at the local high school.

You know what, I've heard enough. Paul, please.

I know how upsetting this is. No, no, no, you don't know!

You could never know.

Let's go! You're right.

I'm sorry to have upset you.

Jessie... Jessie!

I can be reached at this number.

DNA can be saved indefinitely... Jessie!

But Adam's cells will only be viable another 72 hours.

So if you do change your mind...

Practically a stranger. I can't believe you're considering this!

I can't believe you're not considering this.

Any idea how much could go wrong?

Honey, I... listen, I love you, I love you.

I love you beyond words, okay?

But only the tiniest thing has to go wrong and so much has to go right.

But what if it did?

It still wouldn't be Adam. It would be an identical twin.

It'd be like another kid.

But he'd have the same face and the same laugh.

In time, we can try again, I swear. No, we can't.

You know we can't. We'll find a way. We can have...

I don't want another child! I want Adam!

I want him back.

You know what I kept thinking while I was waiting for paramedics...

and he was in my arms...

and I was watching him die?

"This is the last time I'll ever get to hold him."

My little boy.

Hello. Paul.

I... I just heard. I'm so sorry.

Oh, yeah. Thank you, Sam.

Um... so...

how's Jessie taking all this?

Actually, she's... she's not so well.

Right, of course.

Look, would you please just pass on my condolences to her?

Yeah, I will.

Hey, Sam, can I... can I ask you something?

Have you ever heard of a doctor named Richard Wells?

Richard Wells. Sure I've heard of him. Why do you ask?

He was an old teacher of Jessie's.

Really? He's the stuff of legend.

He was doing really advanced work on gene mapping.

We're talking way ahead of his time.

Anyway, last thing I heard,

he sold his findings to a huge firm, made a ridiculous amount of money,

and then just sort of dropped out of the game entirely.

Every once in a while I come across an article of his in a journal,

consistently brilliant. Like I said, he's...

A genius. Yeah, I know.

Paul, I'm so very sorry. Okay, thanks.

Or you go like that.

One...

Oh, ooh!

Can't you see this?

Three, two, one. The game is live!

Then all of a sudden... I'm right side up!

Wait a second, you're confusing me.

Do you think that's a good idea?

No, I think we should call it Adam.

Guess who? I don't know.

It's me, Adam. I don't think I know an Adam.

I'm your son.

Ow! Ow! The family jewels.

Are we all in?

Damn, what a handsome group. Yep.

Hi, Mom! Adam!

Hello... This hat.

I've never seen you wear this before.

Bad hair day, I guess.

I've never seen you wear any hat.

All cells are in essence clones...

identical copies of one original cell.

The key to artificially stimulating replication

is in shocking a specialized cell back to its pre-specialized state...

its stem cell precursor...

The cell as it was before it became a liver cell or a brain cell,

or a relatively simpler cheek cell.

Once in this state, the cell's nucleus is immediately transferred

to a mother's enucleated egg.

The transfer completed, the egg cell will then

ideally accept the donor nucleus as its own.

At which point, we let nature take its course.

She did great.

We just need to keep her here until tomorrow to make sure the implant takes.

But she did wonderfully.

She has to lie down for at least an hour,

so why don't we go look at the house and I'll show you around?

She's in good hands.

So, all these people and no one else knows?

The procedure doesn't differ much from a standard implant.

So, as far as my staff's concerned,

Jessie's being treated as a high-risk in vitro, nothing more.

Dr. Wells? Thanks, George.

There you go.

Riverton's a great town, I think you're really gonna like it here.

It's a bit secluded maybe, but a wonderful community.

Nice people, lots of families...

perfect place to raise a child.

So why don't you follow me? I'll show you around.

Beautiful country, isn't it?

This whole area has a lot of history.

And the house itself is 100 years old at least.

Sorry, there's no furniture. So I took the liberty of ordering some.

It should be here sometime tomorrow.

What if this didn't work, Richard?

What if the implant doesn't take, the procedure's a bust... what then?

It'll work, Paul. You can't say that with any certainty.

Look, no one can say anything with any certainty.

I mean, even a routine pregnancy is fallible.

But if I can speak plainly, what more do you have to lose?

Her. Jessie.

She's pinned every hope in the world on this.

And I won't let her down, or you.

You have my word on that.

Is this for real?

For now.

I can't believe this place.

Hey.

Look at this. What is that?

Oh my God, Paul.

You know what we could put down here?

Darkroom?

How are you feeling? I'm okay.

Jessie!

Hon? I'm back.

I'm home to our...

big home!

Hey!

Hi.

You said we'd never have a party in here.

Come on.

Come on, come on, push it. I can't!

Yes. No, it hurts.

Yes. You're doing fine, Jessie.

You're fully dilated, the head's already crowning, you just need to now push.

Something's wrong. No, nothing is wrong.

Something's wrong, I'm telling you.

It's coming out. It's fine. You can see the head.

Keep pushing. Push, push, push.

Keep pushing, push. Good girl.

Come on, push, push, push. Come on, come on.

Oh, there we go, okay.

All right, all right, we're out, we're out.

That's it.

It's okay.

Let me just hear you... let me just hear you scream.

You did great. Come on, come on.

That's great, honey. He's all right.

It's great.

I just need some breath from him.

He's all right.

Okay, how long?

30 seconds, 31, 32...

33, 34, 35...

36, 37... We're gonna have to bag him.

38, 39... What's wrong?

40 seconds, 41... 40...

42, 43... Come on, come on.

44...

Oh, baby. Oh, baby, thank God.

This is the same as last time, remember?

It's him. You wanted to give us a scare, didn't you?

Oh, thank you, God.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Here you go, kiddo.

Good night, Adam.

My little boy.

I still think it's a little strange.

Huh-uh. It's his name.

It's always been his name... Adam.

...Birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Adam.

Happy birthday to you!

There you go, buddy.

Uncle Richard!

Happy birthday, Adam.

Cake, cake, cake! Cake time! Cake!

So, how's work going?

It's good. It's good... nice kids, bright too.

I don't know, sometimes I feel like I'm teaching fish to swim...

at a Club Med.

You don't still miss your old school?

No, it's more like I miss missing it.

Uncle Richard, want to help me fly it?

Let's get it up there.

Keep it away from the trees.

So what was this word you said?

Reeservoier. It's a science word, Uncle Richard.

We've been learning about natural resources in school.

Oh, you mean a "reservoir."

Well, that's a lot like a lake, only it's a man-made lake.

But I thought God made everything.

Well, in a way He did, if you believe He created

those people who figured out how to make a reservoir, right?

Bye, guys, thank you. See you later, Adam!

Thanks, Paul, see you later. Hey, kiddo!

Bye, Adam!

Why don't you come on inside, say goodbye to your friends?

Thank you, Adam.

Bye, Adam!

Bye. Bye, Paul.

Adam!

Bye!

Hey!

Birthday Boy!

How many times I gotta tell you,

you can't leave your toys around?

Somebody's gonna trip and...

For those of us who don't wear helmets in the house...

What you doing?

Where did you get this?

It was a birthday present from Joey Smoyer.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

Why don't you get some sleep?

Dad, I've been thinking...

About what?

I don't think I like you so much anymore.

No... Gotcha!

Ohh, somebody is in some very serious trouble.

Where do you think you're going? Where do you think you're going?

I'm gonna smother you now. Stop it, Dad!

It's just in... some ways,

he's so much the same, you know?

But he's still his own person entirely.

And then... look at him.

I honestly forget sometimes, you know?

And then something like that...

that toy dinosaur thing will happen.

It's okay, it happens to me too.

I just worry, you know? What?

If he ever found out. He won't find out.

What if he did?

About what it would mean to him.

I just love him so much.

Both of you.

Meow!

No!

No! Help!

Adam!

Adam!

It's okay, I'm right here.

Who are you?

Dad!

Adam! No.

Mom!

Adam?

Oh my God! Adam!

Ow!

Jesus, take it easy! Go away!

It's okay, okay! No!

It's okay, take it easy. Stay away! Get away!

Jessie! It's okay. Get away from me!

It's okay! Okay, okay! Get off!

All right! It's okay. Get off me.

Jessie! Honey?!

Ow! Oh, God!

Adam? Adam? What happened?

I don't know, he just collapsed.

Call 911! I'm calling Richard.

Richard, thank God. I want him in a hospital.

Paul, my staff and I can handle this.

Your staff don't even know about this.

They don't need to. It's the same as always...

we're close friends. You know our arrangement.

Maybe we need to reconsider our arrangement.

It's five hours, he's still unconscious.

His respiration and color are good and he's responding to low-level stimuli.

He's basically just sleeping.

Except for some reason, he's not waking up.

He seems to have night terrors. Night terrors?

It's a sleep disorder. A child screams in his sleep.

He may sit up, walk, even talk, but all attempts to wake him are futile.

No, no, you weren't there. This is something entirely different.

All right...

hold on a minute.

I know it's scary, but we talked about this...

the possibility that things could change

once Adam crossed the age at which he died.

Well, it's been eight years. As of now, he's crossed it.

You said things could change... you never said anything like this.

Because I couldn't have known.

Look, he is the only one, period.

We are and always have been at the mercy of that fact.

Up to this point, we've had a map... Adam's first eight years.

But now we're entering uncharted territory.

We have no way of knowing who the Adam of age nine, age 10,

age 50, is going to be,

what problems he may or may not have.

I promise you, there's nothing more a hospital would be doing for him.

What's happening here, Richard?

That's what I'd like to find out. My feeling is it's probably nothing.

Let's just give it a little time, okay?

Yeah.

The last eight years...

no matter how happy I've been,

I've always had this feeling that somehow we wouldn't get away with this.

Not that someone would find out,

just...

somehow, we'd lose him again.

We're not gonna lose him.

It's okay, it's okay.

Boo!

Oh, Adam! Oh my gosh!

Hey. But no, no, no... is he all right?

He's fine. You okay?

I'm feeling hungry!

Mommy!

Come on, kiddo. Everything's okay.

This is fantastic, fantastic. Come on, come on.

You feel good? Ahh!

My God, you slept enough.

Richard, thank you. I'll see you all tomorrow.

Adam, dinner's on.

Jessie, he's not up here.

Adam!

Hey, come on.

Adam!

Hey!

Adam?

Adam? Adam!

Adam?

There you are.

What are you doing here?

Didn't you hear me calling you?

Hey...

are you all right?

I'm talking to you.

Adam?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Hey!

Answer me.

Yes, Daddy?

Did you hear me calling you?

Your dinner is ready. Go in the house.

No, Paul just said it was kind of a strange moment.

No, he seems fine.

Yeah, that's what I'm hoping... it's probably nothing.

I don't think it's anything to worry about, okay?

All right, take care and I'll see you soon.

All right, well, thanks, Richard. Take care.

I think we should take him to a specialist.

Richard doesn't think it's anything to worry about.

And his word's gospel?

How long are we supposed to live like this?

When does all this gratitude end?

You sure you're okay? Yeah.

You sure? Yeah.

Bye, Mom.

Anybody know what this is?

It's a big ugly visual aide. Let's do it like this.

If you think of DNA as a fuse box,

each of the genes are either switched on or off,

depending on which cell we're talking about.

So that the genes responsible for say the length of Kevin's...

...nose hair wouldn't be much use in his pinky toe.

So what, the gene isn't present?

No, no, it's present, it's just inactive. It's turned off.

It's dead.

You know what?

Why don't you just take a look at chapter 11

for the rest of the period and then, you know, go?

I'm going to put on a little show for you guys