All language subtitles for Gattaca.1997.REMASTERED.BDRip.x264-DEFLOW

Welcome to Gattaca.

You keep your workstation
so clean, Jerome.

It's next to godliness.
Isn't that what they say?

Godliness.

I reviewed your flight plan. Not
one error in a million keystrokes.

Phenomenal. It's right that someone
like you is taking us to Titan.

Has the committee approved
the mission? There's talk of delay.

You shouldn't listen to talk.
You leave in a week.

You've got a substance test.

If you have to take a substance test,
report to the testing centre.

Jerome. Never shy.
Pisses on command.

- A beautiful piece of equipment.
- You tell me every time I'm here.

Occupational hazard.
I see a great many in my job.

Yours happens to be exceptional.

Why didn't my folks
order one like that for me?

Have I ever told you about my son?

Yeah.

Remind me to sometime.

So you're about to go up.
One week left.

Please tell me
you're the least bit excited.

I'll tell you
at the end of the week.

Congratulations, Jerome.

Thank you.

How many launches are
there in a day? A dozen?

Sometimes more.

Only you watch every one of them.

If you're going to pretend
like you don't care, don't look up.

The most unremarkable of events.

Jerome Morrow, Navigator 1st Class,
is about to embark

on a one-year manned mission
to Titan, the 14th moon of Saturn.

This highly prestigious assignment
was guaranteed Jerome at birth.

He's blessed
with all the gifts required.

A genetic quotient second to none.

There's nothing remarkable about
the progress of Jerome Morrow.

Except that I am not
Jerome Morrow.

I was conceived in the Riviera.
Not the French Riviera.

The Detroit variety.

They used to say that a child conceived in
love has a greater chance of happiness.

They don't say that anymore.

I don't know
why my mother trusted God

rather than her local geneticist.

Ten fingers, ten toes, that's all
that used to matter. Not now.

Only seconds old, the exact time
and cause of my death was known.

Neurological condition,
60 percent probability,

manic depression,
42 percent probability.

Attention deficit disorder, 89
percent probability. Heart disorder,

99 percent probability.
Early fatal potential.

Life expectancy, 30.2 years.

30 years?

- The name for the certificate?
- Anton.

No. Vincent Anton.

Yeah. That's a good name.

I know he'll do something.

You'll do something.

I came to think of myself
as others did.

- Vincent!
- Chronically ill.

Every skinned knee and runny nose
was treated as a fatal threat.

The insurance won't cover it.
If he fell...

- But I was told that everything...
- There's nothing I can do.

Like most other parents then,
they wanted their next child

to be conceived in what
has become the natural way.

Your extracted eggs, Marie,

have been fertilised
with Antonio's sperm.

After screening, we are left with two
healthy boys and two very healthy girls.

Without predispositions
to any inheritable diseases.

All that remains is to select
the most compatible candidate.

What gender do you want?

We would want Vincent
to have a brother to play with.

Of course you would.
Hello, Vincent.

Hi.

You have specified hazel eyes,
dark hair and fair skin.

I've eradicated
prejudicial conditions.

Premature baldness, myopia, alcoholism
and addictive susceptibility,

propensity for violence, obesity.

We didn't want...
I mean, diseases, yes. But...

Right. We would like to leave
a few things to chance.

Give your child the best start.
We have enough imperfection built-in.

Your child doesn't need any
additional burdens. It's still you.

Simply the best of you.

You could conceive naturally 1,000
times and never get such a result.

That's how Anton came to be.

A son worthy of my father's name.

- I'm proud of you, son.
- See how much he's grown.

By the time we were playing
at blood brothers,

I understood my blood was
very different from Anton's.

I'd need a lot more than a drop
if I was going to get anywhere.

We played chicken.
When our parents weren't watching,

we'd swim as far out as we dared
and see who'd turn back first.

Come on, you coward!

Of course it was always me.

Anton was the stronger swimmer
and had no excuse to fail.

Three hundred million,
350 million, 400 million.

Maybe it was my love of the planets
or just my dislike for this one,

but for as long as I remember
I've dreamed of going into space.

Seven hundred fifty million,
800 million, 850 million.

How many astronauts are there?

I bet I could be one if I wanted.

Don't eat that. It's Pluto.

- My goals didn't change a lot.
- Vincent.

Much to my parents' dismay.

Vincent.

Be realistic.
With a heart condition like yours...

There's a chance my heart's fine.

One chance in 100.

- I'll take it.
- They won't.

You've got to understand
something.

The only way you'll get inside
a spaceship is by cleaning it.

He was right.

I lied on my résumé,
but my real résumé was my cells.

Why waste money on training me

when there are 1,000 other
applicants with a cleaner profile?

It is illegal to discriminate.
Genoism, it's called.

But no one takes the law seriously.

If you refuse to tell, they take
a sample from a door handle

or a handshake. Even the saliva
on your application form.

A legal drug test can become

an illegal peek
at your future in the company.

Sure you want to do this?
You know you're going to lose.

It was the last time we swam
together. Out into the open sea.

Knowing each stroke out
was one we'd have to make back.

But something was different.

Every time Anton tried to pull away
he found me right beside him.

Until finally
the impossible happened.

Vincent! Vincent!

It was the one moment in our lives that my
brother was not as strong as he believed,

and I was not as weak.

It was the moment that
made everything else possible.

Like others in my situation,

I moved around a lot,
getting work where I could.

I must've cleaned
half the toilets in the state.

The underclass wasn't determined
by social status or skin colour now.

Welcome to Gattaca, gentlemen.

Today discrimination is a science.

There's your cleaning material.
Start here and clean to the back.

I want to see my smiling face
on that floor.

Dreaming of space, Your Majesty?

Come here.

Start by cleaning this space.

I knew how far away
I was from my goal

when I stood right beside it.

- Don't clean the glass too well.
- What do you mean?

You might get ideas.

But if the glass is clean, it'll be easier
for you to see me on the other side.

I knew it was just brave talk.

No matter how much I studied,

the best test score in the world
needs a blood test to match it.

I had to go to extreme measures.

The man who came to my door didn't
exactly advertise in the Yellow Pages.

Stand straight.

How did you hear about me?

People.

Any distinguishing marks?
Tattoos, scars, birthmarks?

I don't think so.

Are you serious about this?
I hope you're not wasting my time.

I'd give 100 percent.

That'll get you halfway there.

That's an old edition,
but I know it all by heart.

By heart, huh?

The commitment is binding.

You have somebody in mind?

For the genetic elite, success
is attainable, but not guaranteed.

There is no gene for fate.

And when a member of the elite
falls on hard times,

their genetic identity
becomes a valued commodity.

One man's loss is another's gain.

He's got impeccable credentials.
An unbelievable expiration date.

He'll practically live forever.
His IQ is off the register.

Better than 20/20 vision.
And the heart of an ox.

He could run through a wall.

If he could still run.

He was a big-time swimming star.

You could go anywhere with this
guy's DNA tucked under your arm.

You look so right together
I wanna double my fee.

- We don't look anything alike.
- It's close enough.

Nobody looks at photos today.
Christ, you could have my face.

- How do I explain the accident?
- It happened out of the country.

No one knows he broke his back.

As far as anyone's concerned,
he's still a fully productive citizen.

Just fill in his last year.

You're a foreigner.

They don't care where you were born.
Blood has no nationality.

As long as it's got what they want,
it's the only passport you'll need.

Who lives up there?

Well, I certainly don't.

So began the process
of becoming Jerome.

Myopia is one of the most obvious
signs of a disadvantaged birth.

Isn't there another way?

Surgery will leave scars.

It's contact lenses or a white cane.

- Besides, the colour doesn't match.
- He's right.

My eyes are prettier.

You understand,
I take 25 percent of all you make.

If it fails, all this equipment
must be returned in seven days.

- And you lose your deposit.
- Wait! You said 20 percent.

- Twenty percent.
- It's not negotiable.

- I guess that's it.
- Not quite.

- Why? What?
- There's still the height.

- How tall are you?
- 4 foot 6.

How tall were you
before the accident?

His profile says he's 6' 1".

I can wear lifts.

Even with lifts,
you're not that tall.

So what?

No.

No.

- We never discussed that.
- I thought you were serious.

I am. I'm not doing that.

I won't do that.

Now Jerome knew
I was committed.

I endured the pain by reminding
myself that when I did stand up,

I'd be exactly two inches
closer to the stars.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Do you want to go dancing?

You had to be a right-hander.

No one orders southpaws
anymore.

Jerome Morrow.

It's a nice name.

It's my name.

I can't be you without it.

What makes you think
you can be me at all?

Look at this.

Look at it.

It's nice.

Is it real?

Are you colour-blind?

- It's silver.
- So?

Jerome Morrow was never meant
to be one step down on the podium.

With all I had going for me...

I was still second best.

Me.

So how do you expect to pull it off?

I don't know, exactly.

Your signature needs work.

Soon we were put to the test.

Jerome had the genes
to get into Gattaca,

but not the desire.

- Do you really want to be in there?
- Not in there. Up there.

What's up there?

That's want I want to see, Jerome.

Call me Eugene.

My middle name.

If you're going to be Jerome,
you better start getting used to it.

I gotta go. Where's my sample?

In the fridge. Door on the left.

- Which pouch?
- Any of them.

You think I should test it?

If you like.

- What's wrong with the machine?
- You've been drinking again!

- I haven't.
- Christ, it's eight in the morning!

I haven't.

This is no joke.
My interview is in an hour!

There's more vodka here than piss!

All right, I'm sorry.
I had half a glass to celebrate.

Friday's will be all right.

There's only Wednesday left.

That's the one.

Listen. It's not too late to back out.

This is the last day
you will be you and I will be me.

Well?

Congratulations.

What about the interview?

That was it.

I got it.

Of course you got it.

And that's the way it was.

Each day I would dispose of
all my loose skin, nails and hair.

To limit how much of my In-Valid
self I'd leave in the Valid world.

Eugene prepared samples of his superior
body matter so I'd pass for him.

Urine for the substance tests.

Blood for the security checks
and vials filled with other traces.

Eugene gave me his identity
while I paid the rent

and kept him in the style
to which he'd become accustomed.

Eugene had never been called

utero, faith birth, In-Valid.

As a Valid,

he suffered under the burden
of perfection.

I was now a member of a new
and detested segment of society.

One of those who won't accept
their fate,

a borrowed ladder.

Or a de-gene-erate.

In the guise of Jerome Morrow
I've risen quickly in Gattaca.

Only one of the mission directors
has come close to exposing me.

He may have more success
exposing me in death

than he did in life.

I think we can rule out suicide.

Excuse me, sir?

Nothing.

Thank you.

This will take a while.
We may have to push things back.

Irene, I want you
to assist the investigators.

- My work. That would put me behind.
- I appreciate your sacrifice.

- I won't lose my place in line?
- Your place is assured.

So kindly inform the authorities
we will cooperate in any way,

although we can't tolerate
a major disruption.

- Director...
- Thank you, Irene.

Thank you, director.

How will this affect the mission?

We'll go ahead as planned.

The launch can only be this week.

Tragic though this event may be,

it hasn't stopped
the planets turning.

- What happened?
- I'm going up.

When?

- End of the week.
- End of the week?

That soon?

What about the mission director?

He's dead.

Are you serious?

They found him beaten so badly
they had to check his name tag.

You are serious.

There's nothing
between us and ignition.

I'm going up.

- The man was murdered?
- So? I didn't do it.

I didn't say you did.

But if the man was murdered, the
place will be crawling with Hoovers.

I'll handle the J. Edgars.

What if they do find something?
I'll be slightly out of their jurisdiction.

We have to get drunk immediately.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening.

- Table's ready?
- I hear you're leaving us, Mr. Morrow.

- Yeah, looks that way.
- We're going to miss you.

- You've opened the wine, I hope?
- Of course, sir.

- Pour yourself a glass, Cavendish.
- Thank you, sir.

- How old?
- Me?

This specimen.

I kissed him five minutes ago.

I'll see what I can do.

- You want the full sequence?
- Yes. Thank you.

Good luck.

9.3. Quite a catch.

Yes. Quite a catch.

God, I've told Cavendish. This
has only been open five minutes!

Wine needs to breathe.
Remember that.

They say being weightless

is the closest thing
to being in the womb.

I can't believe you pulled this off.

They're sending you up there.

Up there. You, of all people.

I hate to think of you
alone in that room for a year.

Don't think about it.

- It's bigger than your tin can.
- What are you going to do?

I have my books.
I travel in my head.

- I wish you had company.
- I have visitors.

None that you don't pay.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Seriously. What are you going to do?

I'm going to finish this.

What's Titan like
this time of year?

What's Titan like?
Titan is exactly like this.

The cloud around it is so thick,
no one can tell what's underneath.

Maybe there's nothing there.

There's something there.

You should be going, not me.

Why is that?

Because up there
your legs wouldn't matter.

I'm scared of heights.

I'm sorry.

Do you want this?
I'll save some for you, shall I?

- I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry.
- You're not that sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

Don't give me a hard time.
Give me a break.

- Come on! Help!
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- You know, I wasn't drunk.
- What do you mean you're not drunk?

When I walked in front of that car.

What car?

I stepped right out in front of it.

I'd never been more sober, ever.

- Go to sleep.
- I couldn't even get that right.

If at first you don't succeed,
try, try again.

Go to sleep.

I'm proud of you, Vincent.

You must be drunk
to call me Vincent.

- How much do you need?
- Twenty minutes.

You can go.

It's all right, Irene.
You're excused.

We found our man. It's the only
specimen we can't account for.

- Every 10 years, things go our way.
- Tell me about the eyelash.

An unregistered In-Valid. A janitor.
He disappeared a few years back.

- The specimen could be from then.
- Nothing lies around here for long.

Would a janitor come back
after so long

to kill a man he never knew?

His profile suggests he's violent.

It also suggests he's a sick man.

There's a 90 percent chance
he's already died.

That leaves a 10 percent chance
he's still alive.

The owner of the eyelash is
the murderer. I'll do a cross-check...

He has no living relatives.

That's a damn shame, sir.

Check the entry log.
Alibis, grudges.

I see a lot of dry eyes. The mission
director was not universally loved.

He was leading cutbacks
in the programme.

With all due respect, sir...

Whatever you say.

Jerome the metronome.

I could play the piano
by that heartbeat of his.

We have a suspect.

That is a relief. Who is he?

We found an unaccounted-for
specimen. Here's his picture.

- An In-Valid.
- We're still following other leads.

Be that as it may,
I'm posting this immediately.

I'm curious, director.

An advantage, I should imagine,
in your line of work.

- Your hiring practises.
- Our recruitment philosophy.

Who do you have to be to be here?

Naturally our standard is beyond that
of the common citizen.

Even amongst your people you must
have varying levels of excellence.

Occasionally we've had to accept
candidates with minor shortcomings.

But nothing that would
stop them from

joining the police, for example.

Now, there are enough
of the right kind

to warrant a new standard.

Bodies with minds to match.

Essential, as we push out further.

Yet you still monitor performance.

- To see they meet their potential.
- And exceeding it?

- No one exceeds his potential.
- If he did?

It simply means we didn't accurately
gauge his potential in the first place.

- All right?
- Terrific.

The entry log for the past week.

What about you, Irene?

Do you have an alibi?

- I was alone.
- I find that hard to believe.

Excuse me.

I'll take care of that
for you, Mr. Morrow.

I see I'm not the only one who looks
up every time there's a launch.

- Hello, Jerome.
- Hello.

- It's awful about the director.
- Awful it didn't happen sooner.

Didn't the director threaten to cancel
your mission more than once?

- Yes, he did.
- Somebody did you a favour.

- Do they know who I should thank?
- They found an eyelash.

- Does it have a name?
- Just some In-Valid.

Jerome...

I had you sequenced.
I read your profile.

I'm sorry.

Seems you're everything
they say you are and more.

You're engineered
just like the rest of us.

Not quite like the rest of you.

Unacceptable likelihood of heart
failure. That's how they put it.

The only trip I'll take in space
is around the sun on this satellite.

If there's anything wrong with you,
I can't see it from where I stand.

If you don't believe me...

Here.

Take it.

If you're still interested,
let me know.

I'm sorry. The wind caught it.

Please check
the latest Gattaca bulletin.

Jerome.

Is this the approach path
we discussed?

Absolutely, director.

Quite right. Quite right.

Listen, I want what I ordered.

It's a completely different colour.
No. I'm bored of talking to you.

I'm bored. I'll call you back.

That was about your hair dye.
They've sent me Summer Wheat.

It's too light.

She said,
why don't you try a change?

I don't want a change.
We can't use it.

- I'll probably have to pay for it.
- We can't stay here.

The idiots I have to deal with.

They think I killed the director.

What makes them think that?

They found my eyelash.

- Where?
- In the corridor.

Well, it could be worse.
They could've found it in your eye.

My picture is everywhere. I can't
turn around without seeing my face.

- They'll recognise me.
- They won't recognise you.

- They'll recognise me.
- I don't recognise you.

They won't accept one of their elite
could've suckered them for so long.

No, we do as we planned.

You're Jerome Morrow,
Navigator 1st Class.

I'm not Jerome Morrow.
I'm a murder suspect.

What are you doing?
That's more than a day's worth!

- Wait.
- We can't stay here.

Stop that!

Oh, fine. Fine!

Leave if you want. But don't
take that stuff. It's mine!

I could've rented myself out
to somebody with a spine

if I'd known you'd go
belly-up on me at the last gasp.

You can't quit on me now.
I've put too much into this.

Do you want me to wheel in there
and finish the job myself?

They are going to find me.

You still don't understand.

When they look at you, they
don't see you any more. Only me.

Keep your lashes on your lids
where they belong.

How could you be so careless?

I'm going out.

Where?

Well, if I'm gonna get arrested
tomorrow, I'm going out tonight.

- Are you sure that's a good idea?
- You said not to change anything.

- Who's going?
- I'd say everybody.

Everybody.

If I don't go,
it'll look suspicious.

You don't want to look suspicious,
do you?

Thanks.

Who ordered this?

What are we doing here?

I'm following a lead. Forgive me,
but I'm a detective. I follow leads.

Why should the suspect be here?

He's an In-Valid.

- This is where the In-Valids are.
- He's an In-Valid.

He's been in hiding all these years.

You think he'll lie down for us now?

- What do you suggest?
- Go back to the scene.

Draw a five-mile radius around
Gattaca, sweep again. Random stops.

You're a navigator? At Gattaca?

That's what it says, doesn't it?

It doesn't say you're crippled.

I'm not crippled.
I hurt my leg training, you moron.

How dare you question me?

All right.

What's your number?

- All right, forget it.
- Your number, you fucking flatfoot!

What do you want? An apology?

It gets to you, doesn't it?

That I can live your dreams.
I'm leaving this dirtball!

How dare you question me.
That's harassment.

My mistake.

What's your number?
What's your number?!

This is a crime scene.
What's this man doing here?

- What are you doing, old man?
- My job, sir.

- This is evidence.
- But it's just trash.

- You didn't know?
- Oh, yes.

Wonderful, wasn't it?

Twelve fingers or one,
it's how you play.

That piece can only
be played with 12.

What's all this about?

It's probably nothing.

No. I don't want to give you
a contaminated specimen. Get it?

Thanks. You never know
where those swabs have been.

I want to show you something.

Come on, we'll miss it.

Come on, we'll miss it.

What did I tell you?

- Strange.
- What?

Your eyes look different.

I guess it must be the light.

Must be.

Positive match. I'm impressed.

The cup was used recently?

Two samples, two days.

Either he returned to the crime scene
to get a drink of water

or he still works there.

We checked all the service staff.

I don't think he cleans any more.
I think he's there in disguise.

A borrowed ladder at Gattaca?

Far-fetched, but not impossible.

He can't be among the elite.

He's mentally
and physically inferior.

Maybe he is an impostor
and maybe the director found out.

Let's sample every employee
intravenously.

Two-thirds of their work force
fall into that category.

We'd close them down for days.
No, take a fingertip or a urine sample.

I suggest blood from the vein.

I hope I'm not out of line.

It's only a matter of time, sir.

What's with the plungers, Lamar?

You open up a blood bank?

The detectives fear

that my testing methods
may have been compromised.

Goddamn!

- Jerome, I'm sorry.
- What, are you out of practise?

- Let me look at that.
- It's all right.

- It's all right.
- Luckily, we have enough.

If you need any more,
you can get it off his shoes.

Irene.

So you didn't do it after all?

I guess someone beat me to it.

I guess.

I leave in two days.

I guess you know that. But...

That's the last.

- Something's not right.
- He's not here. It's a blind alley.

No, we missed something.

I say we test again.

Test? I cannot allow you
to disrupt operations any further.

You have a murderer in your midst.

Right now,
your presence is more of a threat.

The window for our latest launch is
open for seven days every 70 years.

- It's crucial we leave on time.
- This mission means a lot to you.

Your late colleague opposed it,
didn't he?

Take another look at my profile.

I haven't a violent bone in my body.

My apologies.
He won't trouble you any further.

This is not the only place
we can look.

Okay.

Let's start making the rounds.

I'm luckier than most.

Not as lucky as some.

- I know something about that.
- What heart problem have you had?

Did you get yours broken once?

I had this crazy idea

you were more interested
in the murder case than in me.

You're right.

That's a crazy idea.

Would you like to dance?

It's funny.

You work so hard
to get away from a place,

and when you finally get to leave,

you find a reason to stay.

A year is a long time.

Not so long.

Just once around the sun.

Hello, I'm your detective
for the evening. Please stay here.

Don't leave! Am I speaking
in some strange foreign language?

Check hairpieces, lenses, dentures.

I want napkins,
cigarette butts, saliva off cups.

That's a familiar face.
Check him out.

- I thought you wanted to dance.
- Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- I know. Just a minute.

Jerome!

Jerome!

- Are you insane?
- Come on!

Where did they go?
Where did they go?!

Come on.

- Don't you understand? I can't do that.
- You just did.

Don't touch your face.
Don't swallow. Clean his teeth.

Vincent!

Vincent!

Who's Vincent?

I...

Don't say anything.

Don't say anything.

What happened?

The scars on your legs?

Remember the '99
Chrysler LeBaron?

This is the exact height
of the front fender.

Looked left instead of right.

Did you just make that up,
or do you use it all the time?

I use it all the time.

You are involved
with the murder.

That's not true, Irene.

Isn't that the man from last night?

He's nobody.

He's one of our best.

He has nothing
to do with this business.

Jerome Morrow.

You don't look well, Jerome.

Why don't you go home?

- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for Jerome Morrow.

He's ill. A little nausea.
It's quite common before a mission.

Really?

I want to visit him. I understand
you can show me the way.

You don't know who he is, do you?

Oh, shit.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Hello?
- I need you to be yourself for the day.

- I was never very good at it.
- The investigators are coming by.

- I'm supposed to be sick.
- So you keep telling me.

- How long have I got?
- Not long.

I guess he's not home.

- Hello?
- I'm here to see Jerome Morrow.

That's me. Come up.

I guess he's home.

Come in.

Come in.

Hello, sweetheart.

Where's my kiss?

Good to see you're feeling better.

Of course, now that you're here.

Who's your friend?

How can I help?

It's about the director.

Again?

- I hope it's no trouble.
- No, no. No trouble.

Forgive me for not giving you
a guided tour.

Can't we do this another time?

This won't take a moment.

Maybe he can tell me why I'm ill.

Who were you expecting?

- Yes?
- We have our man in custody.

- You have him?
- We have him in custody.

I'll come right away.

How are you, Jerome?

Not bad, Jerome.

How the hell did you get up here?

Oh, I could always walk.
I've been faking it.

Irene. Irene. Irene.

- Don't touch me!
- Listen to me, Irene.

I don't even know who you are.

I'm the same person
I was yesterday.

No more lies, Jerome.

My name
is Vincent Anton Freeman.

I'm a faith birth or a de-gene-erate
or whatever. But I'm not a murderer.

You're a God-child?

We do have one thing in common.

Only I don't have 20 or 30 years
left in mine.

Mine's 10,000 beats overdue.

It's not possible.

You're the authority
on what isn't possible.

Aren't you, Irene?

They've got you looking so hard
for any flaw, that that's all you see.

For whatever it's worth, I'm here
to tell you that it is possible.

It is possible.

Congratulations, sir.
You did it.

His spit was found
in the dead director's eye.

An unaccounted-for specimen.

While I obsessed over an eyelash,
your instincts pointed the way.

So the In-Valid wasn't involved?

No, our friend acted alone. This
mission meant everything to him.

He knows that if they miss this launch,
he won't live to see the next one.

Since nothing can stop the launch
now, he's very, very cooperative.

So will you celebrate tonight?

Of course.

I think she likes us.

Yeah, sure. Just give her a little time,
she'll get used to the idea.

What was he like?

- The cop?
- Yeah.

- Just a cop.
- Did you get his name?

Actually, my name was the topic.

- He'll be back.
- They have their man. It's over.

No, it's not.

I have to meet him.

Vincent?

My God, you have changed.

Has it been so long you don't
recognise your own brother?

Are we brothers?

Our parents died thinking
they'd outlived you.

I had my doubts.

- What are you doing here?
- I should ask you that question.

I have a right to be here.

You don't.

You sound as if
you believe that.

I committed no murder.

You must be disappointed.

You committed fraud.

You're in trouble.
I can get you out of here.

Do you have any idea
what it took to get in here?

You've gone as far as you can go.
You come with me now.

- There's still millions of miles to go.
- It's over.

Can you only succeed
by seeing me fail?

- I'm telling you...
- God!

Even you are gonna tell me
what I can and can't do now?

In case you haven't noticed,
I don't need any rescuing.

But you did once.

Well, you've got all the answers.
How do you explain that?

You didn't beat me that day.
I beat myself.

Who are you trying to convince?

Do you want me to prove it?

It's not important, Anton.

It's forgotten.

I'll prove it to you. Do you want me
to prove it? I'll prove it to you!

I do.

Vincent!

Vincent!

Where's the shore?
We're too far out!

- You wanna quit?
- We're too far out.

You wanna quit?

No.

Vincent!

How are you doing this, Vincent?

How have you done any of this?

We have to go back.

It's too late for that.
We're closer to the other side.

What other side?
You want to drown us both?

You want to know how I did it?

This is how I did it. I never
saved anything for the swim back.

You couldn't see, could you?

That night, crossing the street.

You crossed anyway.

If you're still interested,

let me know.

Sorry.

The wind caught it.

You're flying today, aren't you?

Look at what a mess you're in.

Come on, I have your samples ready.

I don't need any where I'm going.

You might when you get back.

Everything you need
to last you two lifetimes.

Why have you done all this?

So Jerome will always be here
when you need him.

- Where are you going?
- I'm travelling too.

I don't know how to thank you.

No, no.

I got the better end of the deal.

I only lent you my body.

You lent me your dream.

Not until you're upstairs.

What is this?

New policy.

Flight got you nervous?

There's a problem, Lamar.

I never did tell you
about my son, did I?

He's a big fan of yours.

Just remember that I was as good
as any and better than most.

He wants to apply here.

I could have gone up and back.

And nobody
would've been the wiser.

Unfortunately, my son's
not all that they promised.

But then,
who knows what he could do?

Right?

For future reference, right-handed
men don't hold it with their left.

Just one of those things.

You're going to miss your flight,
Vincent.

For someone who was never
meant for this world, I must confess,

I'm suddenly having a hard time
leaving it.

Of course, they say every atom in
our bodies was once part of a star.

Maybe I'm not leaving.

Maybe I'm going home.