Final Cut: The Making and Unmaking of Heaven's Gate Page #3

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Yes, she is.

Jennifer and I are very lucky.

We're very fortunate.

We're looking forward

to spending...

So, what's your name?

Louis. Yours?

Alan.

Identity match.

Searching.

Come on.

No, I can't move.

I can't move!

I know you've taken

the Bannister project...

and I want it.

I found something, Delila.

I mean, in a new project.

Something very important,

and I have to explore it.

It's...

A new cutting project?

That's what you're talking

to me about, Alan?

Well, more than that.

Alan,

you've seen so much life...

and somehow you miss the point.

I mean, I haven't

even heard from you...

since that night

at your apartment.

I need you.

Why?

Why do you need me?

There's no place for me

with you.

You haven't even made room

for yourself.

You have to separate yourself

from that machine.

Yeah. Yeah.

Alan?

Alan.

You look like sh*t.

What happened to your face?

This? Rather not elaborate.

Come in.

I mean, you decided

that this scene, this event...

is what made this woman

who she was.

You've taken

this woman's entire life...

and drawn a straight line

from this particular moment.

How can you make

a decision like that?

Whittling a life down to one...

Michael, we have to make

story decisions.

Otherwise,

there will be no Rememories.

Yeah, I still don't buy it.

You don't have to buy it.

You just have to do it.

Trust me.

Alan, darling, you look spooked.

Sorry about the place.

The kid's mess.

I need to speak with you alone.

Michael, honey, would you

run down to the store...

and buy us some cigarettes?

We've got eight packs already.

Then go and return them,

sweetheart.

We don't need so many.

He's an emotional one.

Now... are you all right?

I saw Fletcher yesterday.

Really?

Yeah.

Fletcher.

Now, he was a great assistant.

What happened to him

after he quit?

He seems changed.

We kept in touch

for a few years...

and then his sister Laura...

You remember Laura.

She had a son,

died of leukemia.

He was only twelve.

She never got over it.

She spent days and days watching

his unedited Zoe footage...

stopped speaking to everyone.

And then she didn't even

recognize who Fletcher was.

After that, he dropped off

the map completely.

Think he could be involved

with anti-implant groups?

I've heard rumors...

talk of them being organized

by an ex-cutter.

I never thought

it could be Fletcher.

He wants to buy

Bannister's footage.

These anti-implant groups have

become like religious fanatics.

They gave Michael one hell

of a beating last night.

So it's not just talk anymore.

You know,

if they want Bannister's life...

the bastard's

not worth fighting for.

Give the footage

back to his widow.

Let her deal with it.

I can't give it back.

There's someone in that project

I haven't seen for years.

I hate when that happens.

Oh, yeah.

He's at a party, in a crowd...

never mentioned by name.

I've got to find him, though.

He's not a main character

in Bannister's life.

It'll take

the Guillotine days...

to track his face

through the footage.

Who is this person?

Just someone from my childhood.

Bannister's life

is my only lead.

OK. Go through the family,

snoop around...

tell them you're doing research

for the project.

It might be faster

than waiting for the Guillotine.

Be careful, Alan.

So...

how is it that you and I

know each other again?

We don't.

That's the wrong answer, pal.

We share a mutual friend.

Billy Finch.

Billy who?

Don't play games.

I know you better than that.

I know all

your little secrets, Oliver.

How do you know my name?

I know that you suffocated

those kittens when you were 13.

I know that that scar on

your head was self-inflicted...

and I know

that you sold Billy the gun...

that he killed his brother with.

They say that friends

help you move...

but good friends help you

move bodies, don't they?

I just want what Billy wanted.

A gun.

Take it. Take it.

And these. Take these.

Take them all.

Please go, OK? Just go.

Thank you, OIlie.

Take care.

I'm here.

Is this why you wanted

to meet me here?

I thought

it would be safer this way.

How's Thelma doing?

I can't give you Bannister,

and you know I can't.

It's unbelievable,

when you think about it.

One in twenty of these people

has an implant.

How will that baby remember

his mother years from now?

Will he remember the special

moments between them...

or moments someone like you

decides are special?

My job is

to help people remember...

what they want to remember,

Fletcher.

Ah. Oh, that's noble.

But I don't think you understand

the scope of the damage.

There is no way to measure...

the profound effect

the Zoe implant has had...

on the way

people relate to each other.

"Am I being filmed?

Should I say this or not?

"What'll they think in 30 years

if I do this or that?"

What about the simple right

not to be photographed?

The right not to pop up

in some guy's Rememory...

without even knowing

you were being filmed?

I didn't invent the technology.

If people didn't want it,

they wouldn't buy it, Fletcher.

It fulfills a human need.

Alan, you take murderers

and make them saints.

That's why we need

Charles Bannister.

He was a public figure

for EYE Tech...

their star attorney...

well respected,

loved his family...

gave to charity, and if

you get through with him...

that's all

anyone will ever know.

But Bannister is

the first EYE Tech employee...

whose implant has left

the confines of the corporation.

His widow fought for that.

We know she's hiding something

about him and his daughter...

and we're gonna find it.

EYE Tech's hands aren't clean.

Bannister's implant is evidence.

So you want to destroy

EYE Tech with a scandal?

Absolutely.

The press would go apeshit.

He's the perfect candidate.

I must have his footage.

Is this about your sister?

Don't even say her name.

You don't know anything

about that.

She has nothing to do with it.

These implants

distort personal history...

and therefore all history...

and I will not stand by

while the past is rewritten...

for the sake

of pleasant Rememories.

Tell me something.

Why is your name

the first on the list...

for cutting

scumbags and lowlifes?

Because I forgive people

long after...

they could be punished

for their sins.

I know what you do.

Why do you do it?

Do you know

what a sin eater is?

It's part of

an ancient tradition.

When someone would die,

they would call for a sin eater.

Sin eaters were

social outcasts, marginals.

They would lay out the body...

put bread and salt

on the chest...

coins upon the eyes.

The sin eater would eat

the bread and salt...

take the coins as payment.

By doing this,

the eater absorbed...

the sins of the deceased,

cleansing their soul...

and allowing them safe passage

into the afterlife.

That was their job.

And what about the sin eater...

who bears the burden

of all those wrongs?

Are you worried

about my soul, Fletcher?

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