Andover Page #5
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- 2015
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So even at the peak
of the Underground Railroad,
less than a thousand slaves
were able to escape per year.
-[Dawn whimpering]
-[Adam] It's all right.
-Ohh!
-[Adam] Shhh!
-Shhh!
-[muffled screaming]
Just let me know if you see
anyone that you want.
I will, thanks.
-It's mine.
-Get your hands off!
-It's mine! Stop it!
-It's mine!
-[girl] No!
-Stop it!
-You stop it!
-You stop it!
-Ha ha!
-[Emma] I want him.
Him?
Him.
I have to warn you,
he's a very special boy.
-Yes, he is.
-[clone] It's mine!
-It's mine!
-No, it's mine!
Ohhh! Cool.
Come on, we gotta
get you home, come on.
Professor Slope!
Professor Slope,
we need to talk!
Oh, hi, mister.
What's your name?
You don't remember me,
do you, Professor Slope?
Who's Professor Slope?
Look, I don't know what
kind of game you're playing...
-I really like games.
-Clearly.
-We have to go. Sorry.
-Bye.
-[clone] Race ya!
-OK, no, no, no, come on!
Please work.
It's called a rough draft
for a reason.
You can always go back
and edit it as much as you want.
It's like what Hemingway said:
"Write drunk and edit sober."
So tonight I want you guys
to get drunk.
You stick me with needles,
lock me in the house,
and now you have
the gall to propose
to me while I'm peeing?
What the hell is
wrong with you?
[liquid pours]
[Adam] Like an artist
molds a vase, we could shape
undifferentiated
embryonic cells
into cartilage,
skin, brain tissue.
We could treat diseases
like Alzheimer's
and Parkinson's.
We could replace limbs
and organs.
I know people hear "cloning"
and think we're devaluing life,
but no, the reason to do this
is because we hold life
in such high regard.
-Any questions?
-Professor Slope?
No? I swear, college
is the only business
where the customer tries to get
as little as possible
for their money.
Class dismissed.
-Professor Slope?
-[Adam] Yes.
Do you mind if I ask you
a few questions?
Is it about the insurance money?
Because I really don't care
about the insurance money.
[Trout]
Now he remembers me.
[computer chirping]
[Adam] I just didn't think
it would be this hard.
You're in depression.
It's exactly how you're
supposed to feel right now.
Right.
[Trout] You realize
your son-in-law
took out a million-dollar
life insurance policy
on your daughter,
just before she died?
What are you suggesting?
You tell me.
Mr. Trout, do you
believe in ghosts?
-Why do you ask?
-Well, I could have
sworn that I saw her,
when we were there,
at their house, in the window.
Is that right?
Her spirit, I'm afraid
that it's trapped there.
-You sick son of a b*tch.
-I'm sorry.
-I want to see her.
-Please.
Please, Dawn is in heaven.
Whatever he's made
will not be your daughter.
-Where is she?
-She's gone.
-Gone?
-It didn't work.
So, go do it again.
I tried, over and over
and over again.
-Oh, God.
-Every time, she came back
a completely different
human being:
depressed,angry, spoiled, scared.
Yeah, that sounds like Dawn
to me, Adam, please!
-It's wrong.
-Harold!
We have a chance
to get our little girl back
and you don't wanna take it?
[Harold] Well, we may all
be going to hell,
that's gonna get us out.
[computer chirps]
[Rebecca gasps]
Oh, hello, hello, hello!
So you have to do everything
the exact same way
you did it before,
or else it won't be her.
-Oh, of course.
-Oh, we will.
So, just let me know
when she's herself again.
Oh, absolutely.
Harold, something
you want to say?
-[baby cooing]
-Thank you for giving us
back our little girl.
-[Rebecca laughs]
-You're welcome.
[baby cooing]
Yes, you recognize
where you are, don't you?
-[baby] Daa daa!
-Yeah! Daa daa daa!
Daa daa!
[sighs]
It's been four years
I'm working this case.
Mr. Trout.
What are you doing in my house?
Your mother-in-law tells me
she saw a ghost,
but she didn't really see
a ghost, now, did she?
You faked your wife's death
for the insurance money.
Then you fall for that little
assistant of yours.
The wife gets jealous,
threatens to come clean.
So you kill her for real.
Now, since she's already dead,
no one would ever know.
Perfect crime.
-That's not exactly--
-Save it for the judge.
I've seen a lot of sick bastards
in my life, but you...
I think you should
offer me a drink.
You want a drink?
I'm going to approve the claim,
and you're going to give
the money to me.
Your freedom...
for a cool million.
You want the money?
You can keep the money.
Turns out he doesn't care
about the money.
[line ringing]
-[man] First Light Insurance.
-Yeah, this is Trout.
Listen, I finished my
investigation of the Slope case,
and everything's
on the up and up.
-[man] So time to move on?
-Right.
Pleasure doing business
with you.
Wait!
What? You wanted to toast?
You know what?
Forget it.
You know, there's just one
thing that for the life of me
I can't figure out.
And what's that?
The little girls.
They look just like your wife
but you didn't have any kids.
Who are they?
Do you really wanna know?
I'm dying.
[siren wails]
[Trout moaning softly]
[siren stops]
Officers, there's a guy
over there.
I don't know
what's wrong with him.
He's just kind of
mumbling to himself.
[officer] All right.
What you doing, buddy?
I think he's drunk.
I found his wallet.
[Adam] Hi, I'm Adam.
OK.
Oh. [giggles]
And remember, honey, you can
come home whenever you want.
-Thanks, Dad.
-OK?
I love you.
I love you, love you,
love you.
-I can't believe you made that.
-I did, I did, I did.
Do you have any idea
how much I love you?
Y-You're in love with me?
More than life itself.
I'm sorry, Adam,
I'm not in love with you.
Yes, you are.
-No, I'm not.
-Dawn.
I know you better
than you know yourself.
How could you possibly?
It'll be easier
if I show you.
Come on!
-This is the exact same...
-It is.
-Who made this?
-You made it.
-No, I didn't.
-You did.
You made it in a previous life.
What are you talking about?
Dawn, you died,
and I brought you back.
-No.
-Yes. Everything
I've done, Dawn,
I've done because
I love you.
-No, please, just get away.
-Dawn!
[Adam] Dawn!
Who is that?
-That's you.
-No, him.
That's me.
That's what I thought
at first, but it's not.
You're different.
I wanna go home.
You are home.
I keep thinking about
all the things I could
have done differently.
You can't keep
beating yourself up.
I just...
I can't live without her.
Well, you can't live with her.
You're right.
I need to let her go.
It's time to go home.
Let me in
If you, we both will win
Because I needed to
You try so hard to be
My knotting baggy
faded jeans
Let me go
Why won't you let me know
And you came back again
Crawling into my skin
And it's so plain to see
That you were
all but killing me
I wanna be
Just let me be
I'm gonna be the one
The one who got away
So you
Won't know
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