96 Souls Page #9

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You find her?

Problem, Jack.

I gave Bazemint the

news about her mother.

What do you mean?

She's a bit upset.

I think you need to come here

and speak with her in person.

All right.

Shoot me your location.

On my way.

Bazemint, I'm really sorry

about the news of your mom.

But you agree, it's better that

you know what happened, right?

It's not the news.

It's the respect.

My mama never got no respect,

not even when she died.

I don't understand.

You weren't there.

How would you know

she was disrespected?

Not then.

Now.

That woman's ashes are sitting

on a punk-ass shelf in a closet

in a goddamn closet.

That's no way to leave a person.

My mama needs to be respected.

She needs to be buried.

Ram, will they allow that?

It's going to be

difficult, Jack.

None of the canisters are IDEd.

They're all grouped by date.

It's a lack of records.

Bazemint, what if I

petition the institute

to bury all the canisters?

Would that be ok with you?

She needs her own space.

She needs her own respect.

She weren't perfect.

I know that.

But my mama should

have her final respect.

It's tough, Jack.

There are hundreds of cans.

No, there's a way.

Bazemint, I promise

you, I will find which

canister has your mom's ashes.

How can you do that?

I'm asking you to

trust me on this.

Ok.

How you gonna do that?

Don't forget.

We got al-Gore-rhythms.

Just me, Clay.

Bleu?

You're still here?

Yeah, I was coming to bring

you the signed hospitalization

form.

But wouldn't you know?

It's in the other bag.

I double-checked the formula

and the methodologies.

We followed everything exactly.

Well, nothing happened.

It appears this phenomenon

is specific going to sutree.

I fear he holds some

missing information.

Yes?

I see.

Ms. Hamid, tell me what

business does Mr. Tambel have

at the Teargarden institute.

So many visions

to psychoanalyze.

The politician screaming

the bleedin' lies.

You burn down the highway,

leaving no place to run.

Hey, shake, babe.

Shake off your demon

and watch that angel go.

This is going to take a while.

We'll find her.

Ready, Jack.

Come out.

All of you, please.

What's up with Mr. clean?

This is Dr. Redfield, Bazemint.

Do you both realize that

you are assisting a man who

is in serious trouble?

Careful, Redfield.

I assault board of

regents members.

Redfield!

Why did he lock the door?

There's no way out!

Redfield, please.

You need supervision.

Get the guard to open this door.

Clayton!

Redfield, please,

you need supervision.

Redfield!

We need to do further testing.

Clayton, please.

Clayton, listen to me.

Do not use the goggles.

There are side effects.

Think, Clayton.

Clayton!

Do not use the goggles.

We need to do more testing.

There are side effects.

Clayton, please.

You gotta listen to me.

Redfield...

Oh.

Oh.

Back.

Back.

Stay back.

Ma... mama?

Oh, you're my mama.

I know it.

Clayton!

Get one of the doctors, now.

Get his buttons.

Stay with us, Clayton.

Are you... are you ok?

What can I do for you?

Oh, my child.

Would you look at that?

It is.

Are you real?

You better believe I'm real.

Bee never moves without

being led by someone.

Oh, mama.

Oh, my child.

Oh, my little child.

What is that woman's name?

She's patient 108.

But everyone here calls her bee.

Bee minor.

She's only ever played

one song on that piano.

Professor Jack.

That's my mama, that's my mama.

I knows it.

Are you sure?

I knows it in my bones.

That's how sure I am.

Ok.

This patient's records

were lost years ago.

Anything that you have that

can help us with her identity

will be helpful.

I'm from cu.

Bazemint is working with

us on an important study.

We can help confirm

this woman's identity.

Just let us know what you need.

Coming through.

What happened to him?

Too many drugs.

Stand here, please.

Ok, thank you.

Stand there.

Good.

The test program seems

to have caught on.

We can handle maybe

30 more candidates.

Has Jack had any progress

on expanding the formula?

Not yet.

We haven't found a

substitute for what

he calls the sunny-girl factor.

Stay with it.

May I?

Bazemint says you a mover.

Talking about freeafying

the mind and sh*t.

You're always

looking for something.

Everyone is.

But there's one thing you

really want... the truth.

Man, who don't want the truth?

It sure would make

things a lot easier

rather than all the bullshit.

The thing is you

already know the truth.

You just never had the

opportunity to express it.

Damn straight.

It's time you try

another way to speak.

Who's going to listen

to someone like me?

Give this to the person

at the table out there.

Hey.

You, me.

We get our grounding from

wherever we can find it.

Good luck.

This is the address of

the Williams art center.

Tomorrow, they will be

expecting you at 10:00 am.

Why?

You'll begin your new class.

Just show up.

Everything else... supplies,

lunch... has been taken care of.

What class?

Canvas painting.

The connection you

have with each person.

Pretty intense.

I saw a vet earlier today.

He was a hostage in Iraq.

He asked his captor

when he would be free.

The captor, the

person in control,

said, when you are

free, I will be free.

The captor and the captive.

The rich and the poor.

The educated and the ignorant.

Every minute, day,

and night, we're

putting something out there.

Naked truth.

Hatred.

Intense passion.

Jealousy.

Smarts.

Dominance.

Submissiveness.

Indifference.

Love.

It's all that undying

energy Einstein described

moving, clashing, merging.

That's why we can

never escape the effect

we have on each other.

Give it a fly beat that

will dance down the street.

Uh-huh.

There you go.

There you go.

It's starting, Jack.

Let's go.

She wakes up early

every morning just to do her

hair now, because

she cares, y'all.

Her hair wouldn't be

right without her makeup.

She's never out of makeup.

She's just like you and me.

But she's homeless.

She's homeless.

And she stands there

singing for money.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

In my sleep, I see her

begging, reaching, please.

Although the problem's

not mine, I ask god, why?

God, oh, why?

She's just like you and me.

But she's homeless.

She's homeless.

And she stands there

singing for money.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da,

la-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee, la-Dee-da.

La-da-Dee.

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