Control

Under power of the State,

I am hereby authorized to put you...

Lee Ray Oliver,

to death by lethal injection.

Is there anything

you'd like to say?

F*** you!

F*** every last one of you!

F*** you!

Cover that up, please.

Let's get the bag open.

Thank you.

- Where am I?

- You're in the County Morgue, Lee Ray.

I'm not dead.

The injections you got were all

saltwater except the anaesthetic.

- What the f*** is going on?

- You're getting an opportunity...

to be part of a medical

research project.

If you agree to participate

in the experiment...

I'll take you toe tag here put

it on that body over there.

He'll be cremated,

you'll go on with these gentlemen.

If you don't agree the doctor will

inject you with sodium pentathol...

and the execution will proceed

right now in this room.

What kind of experiment?

It's a behaviour

modifying drug trial.

- Who the f*** are you?

- I'm a neuropharmacologist.

I'm involved in the research

and development of new drugs.

- I like drugs!

- The drug we're going to give you...

is not a narcotic. It won't

give you narcotic sensations.

And there may be side effects.

Some severe, possibly fatal.

- You want me to be a guinea pig?

- No, you'll be a test subject.

You have 1 minute

to make your decision.

F*** you, Warden!

Proceed.

This is your last chance to do

something good in your life.

A chance to give something

back to society.

F*** society! What the f***

has society ever done for me?

Doctor!

Just wait!

Wherever we're going I hope it

smells better that it did in there.

Let's go.

You greedy f***!

So now you see how it goes.

Every time I say f***...

he does that!

Because you, Warden...

have a lot of f***ing nerve!

You thought you're gonna

get another one, didn't you?

But I said f***ing, not f***.

- Please, stop!

- Didn't I pay you well...

to let my men go after

Lee Ray in prison?

When Lee Ray offered him instead,

did I complain? No.

I didn't give a flying f***!

I found out the State was gonna

execute him. So I am satisfied.

But now you tell me that

Lee Ray is actually alive...

and that you will find

out where he is...

if I pay you?

I'm sorry,

I'll do it for free. It's fair!

You'll find him, and we'll kill him.

Third time's the charm, right?

Yes, Mr. Vertov. Third time's the...

Don't f*** up!

You'll start off by taking

one pill every six hours.

Wait a f***ing minute!

Wait a minute.

What's this pill gonna do?

My name is Dr. Copeland. I designed

the medication you'll be taking.

It's called Anagress. It works by

altering the brain's chemistry...

by suppressing your violent tendencies.

And with you aggression reduced...

you'll begin to experience feelings

of good will and compassion...

a sense of right and wrong,

even remorse over past mistakes.

- Good f***ing luck.

- This is the first time Anagress...

has been tried on humans. We don't

know what the side effects are.

Hopefully they're minor:

Dry mouth, dizziness, nausea...

but there is a chance they

could be more severe.

Like what?

Liver failure, brain seizures...

...a stroke...

- Whatever.

Years ago, they might have

given you a lobotomy...

carved out a piece of your brain

like a rotten part of an apple.

But today we're more civilized.

We do it biochemically.

I rather have a bottle in front

of me than a frontal lobotomy!

How long is your little

experiment gonna last?

It's never over.

You and the other 19 test subjects...

will be observed indefinitely.

That' one pill every six hours.

Open wide.

Let's go.

Open back up.

Smart man.

- Hey, Michael! How you doing?

- Good. I'm doing good.

Excellent.

Is that Austin?

He scored two goals

in the first half.

- He's getting real tall.

- They grow up so fast, don't they?

Ah, jeez!

I just came to see

how the team was doing.

We're doing good.

- It's not the same, but...

- No. Nothing is.

Yes!

The guy seems a real teddy bear.

Two days and not a peep.

I want blood,

urine and saliva samples.

I have a PET scan and

SPECT scheduled.

Add a cerebral spinal

fluid analysis.

Yes, doctor.

Mr. Oliver...

we're going to remove

your last restraint.

I want you to relax.

I just died and live

to talk about it.

It doesn't get more

relaxed than this.

Is it all right

if I smoke in here?

We have a security breach.

I repeat,

we have a security breach.

Go!

We got him!

- The man is a f***ing animal.

- He's perfect!

Hey, Aiku!

- Sh*t!

- Zone 8 activated.

- Zone 8 activated.

- Aiku!

- Hello.

- There you are!

I've been looking for you everywhere.

You've changed the code again.

I'm sorry. We agreed you were

gonna call before you came by.

It's my weekend.

You knew I was coming by.

- I forgot. I'm sorry.

- How unusual!

Hello, Aiku!

How are you?

- What happened? You look terrible!

- It was a rough day at the office.

Michael , I got a call from Jenny.

She said you showed up

at the soccer match.

I just wanted to go there

I wanted do feel what it was like to...

be there again.

- I hurt too, you know.

- I know.

- That's why I've gotta go.

- I know that too.

Come on. Time to go to mom's house.

Next time I call before I come.

- All right.

- Come on!

- Hi.

- Hey.

You never told me your

ex was so beautiful.

- How long have you been here?

- Not long.

I was just in the pool

and I saw her drive up.

It wouldn't be a brilliant idea for me

to be towelling off in the living room.

I went upstairs and

hid in your closet.

How's your jaw?

The truth?

I'm gonna make you feel better.

- What the hell is going on?

- Take the pill first.

Where's my hair?

Where's my tattoos?

Erased. Like your past.

In the next few weeks we'll be

making changes on your outside...

while the medication

changes you on the inside.

After what you guys did to me, you

guys should be taking these pills!

OK, but you first.

Attaboy.

The guy is pretty good.

Beat my high score.

Seratonine metabolate levels?

Barely registering.

The guy is a textbook sociopath.

- Increase game difficulty.

- Ok.

Let's crank it up to mach 5.

Your f***ing thing is rigged!

You can't hit a thing!

F***!

This f***ing thing is rigged!

Get the f***...

Get the f***...

thing is rigged!

This thing is f***ed up!

It's a broken machine!

Get the f*** outta here!

Fix your f***ing machine!

There goes 10 grand.

Take it out of my paycheck.

Nikolai Vertov. 27 years old.

Do you ever feel bad

about taking his life?

- Bad? I feel really bad.

- You do? Tell me.

If I'd known the motherf***er was

the nephew of a Russian mobster...

I never would've robbed him, let

alone put a bullet through his head.

Manoel Jose Gutierrez.

- You ever been in prison, Doc?

- Let's not get distracted.

I didn't think so. It's probably

not what you're exactly used to.

The Russian mobster took a contract

out on me for killing his nephew.

Gutierrez here tried to

cash in on that contract.

I just defended myself.

- You felt justified in...

- I felt f***ing justified!

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