96 Souls Page #9
- Year:
- 2016
- 112 min
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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
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
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.
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.
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?
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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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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