Final Cut: The Making and Unmaking of Heaven's Gate

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Can I play?

Do you have any marbles?

Yep.

OK.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

So, what's your name?

Louis. Yours?

Alan.

You're not from around here,

are you?

No. I'm here with my parents

for the day.

What?

What's over there?

Don't do that. We're not

even allowed to be here.

Come on.

Wait for me.

Let's go back down.

Nope.

Don't!

Alan, don't!

See? That wasn't so bad.

Just don't look down.

Louis!

Come on.

See? It's steady.

- Louis!

- I can't move!

Come on!

Alan, help!

Wait!

Here it comes. Just relax.

You're doing great now.

All right.

Now, just a couple more seconds.

Here it comes, sweetie.

Just keep breathing.

All right, the head's crowning.

Very good.

Excellent. Here we go.

One more big push, sweetie.

That's it. Now breathe.

It's coming.

Push, push, push!

Oh, here we go.

We have a boy.

Oh, is he OK?

- He's perfect.

- He's fine. He's fine.

A beautiful son.

Beautiful. He's beautiful.

- Are we OK?

- He's fine, honey.

- He's beautiful.

- Oh, he's perfect.

Congratulations, Dad.

Here he comes.

You did really well.

Oh, hi. Oh, it's OK.

Beautiful baby boy.

You did really well.

He's got his eyes open.

He's looking at you.

- What's his name?

- Danny.

Danny.

Danny, come here, sweetie.

Get away from the ants.

See, we have the best-fed ants

in the neighborhood.

Come on.

Have to do that later.

Jason, my guys took

your guy's gun.

Can't.

It's attached to his leg. See?

Oh, my God.

That's me, man.

That's me.

Danny, play nice

with your brother.

What's that music you're using?

I really dig it.

Whatever it is,

it's terrific, man.

It really...

I don't know...

suits his life somehow.

So, Danny, you still drawing?

Nope.

No? Didn't you want to grow up

to be an artist?

That's some

of the opening sequence.

The rest needs

some fixes and tweaks.

But right now, he's clocking in

at one hour and 40 minutes.

Yeah, that's cool.

I just wanted to have a look...

before the Rememory tomorrow.

You know.

You've done a hell of a job

with him, Mr. Hakman.

You've done

the son of a b*tch right.

You're welcome.

I don't suppose...

There was a fishing trip

when we were 13.

Just Danny and I and Dad...

- At the cape.

- Yes, that one.

My God,

that day is still with me.

You requested it specifically.

It's there.

Well, I'll be off, then.

Closing Zoe project

D. Monroe, rough cut 6.

Opening D. Monroe, scene 127-Q.

Jesus Christ!

I told you to shut up!

Danny! Danny, stop!

You...

You deserve this, b*tch!

No!

No! God! Please... please...

No! Stop! No! You're killing me!

Stop!

Scene 127-Q deleted.

EYE Tech introduces...

the ninth generation

of the Zoe implant...

from our family to yours.

Do you think

we'll be able to afford one?

Yep.

I hope so.

Well, we can save.

It's worth it, I think.

Excuse me.

This girl was a complete wreck.

Drinking, drugs,

in and out of schools.

Then she turns 21...

and she finds out

about her Zoe implant.

Complete 180. She's born again.

Her knowing that

someone would one day watch...

transforms her into this kind,

gentle, loving person.

So, what happened?

She committed suicide.

Took a dive off her balcony...

twenty-seven floors

straight onto her head.

The implant

was instantly vaporized.

Charming story, Hasan.

Please do go on.

Alan!

This is a rare treat.

Alan!

Michael, this is Alan Hakman.

- Hi.

- Hi.

It's an honor to meet you.

Mike is my new assistant.

What happened to Eddie?

Eddie freaked out on me.

Strung too tight.

Hey, Alan, have you seen these?

They are all over town.

These anti-Zoe hippies always

seemed a little crazy to me.

But now they just seem crazy.

Listen...

"It is not our place to see

through other people's eyes.

"That is for God and God alone."

Anyway, how's

the Monroe project coming?

Fine.

- Just fine?

- Just fine.

Michael,

it's your great privilege...

to meet this man.

He's the best cutter in town.

- Who's your assistant?

- I don't have an assistant.

I have a friend that's looking

to get into the racket.

I don't work with an assistant.

You have

something for me, Thelma?

Straight to business.

I got a job last week

that I passed on...

and I think

it's right up your alley.

You know Charles Bannister?

His widow

is looking for a cutter.

Bannister, the EYE Tech lawyer?

He was out jogging

and his heart collapsed.

Wait a minute.

EYE Tech let that footage out?

Jennifer Bannister

won the lawsuit against them...

and claimed

her husband's implant.

She insisted on having

her own cutter, too.

And with good reason.

We could have taken that job.

After Caldwell,

our schedule is wide open.

I don't like the ugly stuff.

It gives me nightmares.

And this pig Bannister...

he's human garbage.

I took one look at the footage

and sent it straight back.

She only hired me because

you were busy with Monroe.

It's you she really wants.

- I'm available.

- Good.

Our friend Alan...

that's his specialty,

so to speak.

If you can't bear

to look at it, he will.

I'll tell her

you'll come by tomorrow.

She'll be expecting you.

We should actually go.

Oh, yes.

Rememory is in two days...

and we're still cutting picture.

Goddamn last-minute jobs.

Thelma, come on.

It keeps you young.

Alan.

Hasan.

Oh, hey, Alan.

I've been working on...

this new sorting program

for the Guillotine...

and I would really love

to get your feedback on it.

Maybe another time.

Yeah, maybe some other time.

Put it in archives very gently.

- Sure.

- All right.

Delila,

is suicide under self-help?

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to talk.

I'm busy.

Store's still open.

It's the 11:
30 rush.

Books are flying off the shelf.

We close in 20 minutes.

This is exciting.

You've never had me over before.

You've always

wanted to see my work.

Well, you're always working.

I'm curious about

what takes up all your time.

Guillotine.

You're like a mortician...

or a priest...

or a taxidermist.

All of them.

I mean...

you get to see life upon life.

Most of us get only one,

if that.

What are people's lives like?

Do they make any sense?

It all seems so massive

and so random.

Have you ever been

to a Rememory?

No. Well...

Once, a few years ago.

Whose?

My ex-boyfriend.

But I couldn't take it.

I didn't stay.

Why not?

Because it just wasn't...

It wasn't him.

And I wanted

to remember him my way.

Sit down.

Thank you.

It's like

you read my mind, Alan.

I have this recurring dream

where I'm aging backwards.

Wow.

What about all the bits

in between?

It's a miniature.

Concise, symmetrical.

That's the way the world

looks to me...

the way I see it.

How do you do this?

It's what I was meant to do.

You were meant

to live your own life, too.

- Hey.

- Hey.

The house was big...

enormous...

like this one.

We didn't care

whose house it was.

It felt dangerous to be there.

It felt exciting.

I can see the grass.

I can hear it

crunching beneath our feet.

And then the sprinklers

came on...

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