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they come back, they eat.

- Well, no. What do you mean?

- Think about it.

No! They wouldn't have done that to you.

Who are they gonna do it to, a pig?

They have to try it on a human to see

if it works before they spray Baghdad.

They wouldn't have done that to you.

Oh, right. What was I thinking?

The government wouldn't conduct

experiments on their own people.

Like feeding LSD to enlisted men

at Edgewood Arsenal

or sitting around watching the poor f***ers

in Tuskegee die from syphilis.

- Why don't you f***ing wake up?

- Where is this egg sac?

What are you doing...

Oh, my God, Peter!

Stop it! Stop it!

- The sac's in my tooth.

- Oh, my God! It's not possible!

I had this tooth filled at the base.

The sadistic sons of b*tches

put an insect egg sac under the filling.

- Maybe what we got is a bug problem...

- They're eating me!

I know. I know.

I'm just trying to play the devil's advocate

thing here, okay?

- Okay. Okay.

- Maybe, maybe...

You're looking for a connection

to the Army, so you're...

- Bullshit. Bullshit.

- Hear me out!

You have no idea what

these people are capable of.

I'm not a child! I know who I am!

At least go to a real dentist!

It's not safe.

I'm being watched too closely, Agnes.

They haven't grabbed me yet

because they want to see

how the experiment turns out!

You cannot know that! Peter!

Stop it! No! No! No!

Peter!

Oh, God!

Jesus Christ!

What? What?

What?

Millions.

Is this the White residence?

I'm looking for Peter Evans.

I was told I could find him here.

I have it on good authority

that Peter is staying here.

I don't mean any harm.

If I could just talk to Peter...

Could I speak with you for a moment?

I assure you

I'm here with the best of intentions.

All right. Thank you.

Shut up!

Settle down! Shut up!

You can't... You can't take me!

I'm Phillip Sweet.

All of my credentials are in there.

- As if you couldn't fake that!

- Just listen to the man!

- You're in way over your head here.

- Why don't you wait outside?

Give us some time alone.

Bug problem?

You should know.

- I should? What are they?

- Aphids.

"Aphids"?

Look around, a**hole!

They're in right now.

They like to go in sometimes.

- And the tin foil?

- Scrambles the signal.

- You're receiving a signal?

- Transmitting.

- You're transmitting a signal?

- Not me, the bugs.

The bugs have a transmitter?

The bugs are the transmitter.

And the tin foil scrambles the signal?

It helps.

I'm sure it does.

Peter Evans has been incarcerated

in an Army hospital for four years.

I know.

He's been diagnosed as a delusional

paranoid with schizophrenic tendencies,

although personally

I'm not a big fan of labels.

His doctors believe he's potentially

dangerous to himself or even others.

Aren't you his doctor?

More of a consultant, really.

He told me about you.

He said you got a kick out of it,

like some Nazi.

- "Got a kick out of it."

- Your experiments.

My experiments.

So now he's being hunted by the Army

and the CIA.

And you think they'd send

a doctor to find him?

I'm here on my own.

- 'Cause you care about Peter so much.

- Yes, I do.

- Know why he was institutionalized?

- No.

No. You wouldn't.

- May I have a drink?

- No, you can't.

- How often do you hit that thing?

- Often as I like.

- May I?

- Suit yourself.

- I'd be careful.

- I'm okay.

Yeah, you're also sitting

on 20 gallons of high-test.

I can only imagine what this is for.

I don't see a jet ski in here.

Bugs are a fairly common

delusion among paranoids.

Bugs, spiders, snakes.

Spiders.

- You haven't had any snakes, have you?

- You're the first.

Have you at least entertained the idea

that the bugs are a delusion?

How do I know you're not a delusion?

Touche.

Well, that's no delusion.

Where do the bugs come from?

- Peter.

- And how's that work?

You injected him.

I injected him. Right.

- When did you first see the bugs?

- When they got here.

- He saw them first?

- They're his bugs.

Yes, they are.

And when I take him away,

the bugs'll disappear.

You want the bugs to disappear.

I can handle it.

We're...

- We're winning the fight.

- Really?

The bugs are

retreating?

No, but we can find the egg sacs now

and cut them out of his body.

You keep up that cutting,

there might not be much left of Peter.

- For you or for me.

- I know what I'm doing.

You're being watched.

I could talk to them. They'd listen to me.

Peter comes in out of the cold,

first thing I'd do, I'll get him in surgery

so they can cut out those eggs.

- Egg sacs.

- Egg sacs. Simple procedure,

under the proper conditions,

with a trained medical staff.

Don't put him back in the hospital.

They'll take him away from me.

No, they won't. I won't let them.

You can do that?

I am his doctor. He's my project.

He is?

I don't want to see him locked up.

I want to help him.

Well, why would you

stop what you started?

We made a mistake.

I made a mistake.

I didn't realize...

I didn't know what they were using it for.

What they're doing, it's dangerous.

It's wrong.

Have him call me.

Let me take him in.

Because if you leave it in their hands,

I can't vouch for Peter's chances.

Why are they doing this?

It's what they do.

I can't trust you.

Yes, you can.

I can do something for you. I can help you.

Your son, Lloyd.

What do you know about Lloyd?

I can help you find Lloyd.

- You know about Lloyd? What?

- I shouldn't say anything else.

No. If you know something about my son,

you have to tell me!

- They're watching. If I say too much...

- Who?

Oh, just tell me...

Is he alive? Is he alive?

Just... Is he okay?

Where is he? Tell me where he is.

Just tell me where...

- Please? Please?

- I have to be discreet.

If I say too much, they might hurt him.

- You don't want that, do you?

- Oh, no! No!

But he's alive? Oh, my...

Help me bring Peter in,

and I'll help you find Lloyd.

Oh, Peter! Peter, Lloyd's alive!

Oh, Peter! Peter, Lloyd's alive!

- Peter. Good Lord.

- He's alive! He's gonna take you in,

he's gonna cut out all the little egg sacs,

and he's gonna help us!

Peter.

- Peter, what are you doing?

- What are you?

- What are you doing?

- You need to come back...

From the factory. Sound card's good.

What do you run on?

- You need your meds.

- New model.

- We need to talk, talk to one another.

- Do you know him?

- Do you know him?

- He knows me. It's all right.

Munitions, R and D, nice work.

- What's happening?

- You believed it.

No, he'll bring me... He'll bring me Lloyd!

She's not part of this.

He'll tell you anything

you want to hear, Agnes.

- This is between you and me.

- That's how it's programmed.

It's always been you and me.

- I don't understand.

- I'll cut it open. I'll show you.

Machine!

- Machine!

- Oh, God, Peter!

Machine! Machine!

He said he was gonna help me find my son!

Stop it!

Oh, stop it, Peter! Peter, stop it!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Touch it! Here.

Feel it. Okay? This isn't real.

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