Final Cut: The Making and Unmaking of Heaven's Gate Page #5

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Yeah.

Will this hurt?

Oh, yeah.

Fletcher?

I'm armed.

What's the matter, Delila?

You know

that recurring dream I have?

You know

that recurring dream I have?

Where I get younger and younger?

I had it again.

I make you happy?

Yeah.

Well, I make myself miserable.

That's just

because you're silly.

You're silly.

How can you not be happy

right now?

I think the first books I read

were really, really sad.

Why do they make

children's books so sad?

They're always terribly tragic.

Not so hard to make

this thing play disks.

Not so hard at all.

- Delila...

- Shut up!

That was my old boyfriend,

you bastard.

Is that why you wanted

to be with me?

Because you saw some proof

that I'm to your liking?

No.

These moments...

they belong to me, Alan.

The good and the bad.

They're mine and his!

Who are you to take them

away from me?

No! No! Don't touch me!

A gun.

Who are you?

Please, please, no.

Who are you, Alan?

No! No!

No!

Why did you do that?

Mine!

You're still here.

Alan, this thing is junked.

The implant itself is severed.

God himself could not

retrieve that footage...

and you know that.

Then we have to access

a different life.

OK. Well, where is it?

My implant.

What?

The one in my head.

You want to take a shot, too?

Everybody else has.

I deserved that one.

You deserve a lot more

than that, Hakman.

Why didn't you tell us, Alan?

Because I didn't know until

I found the files at EYE Tech.

I never thought my parents

could afford one.

Turns out,

they took a loan to get it.

How could you not know?

Because they died before

they told me.

They never got around to it.

You know the code, Alan.

It's one of our central tenets.

A cutter

cannot have a Zoe implant.

I need to access that footage.

I need it right now.

Yeah? Well, that's impossible.

Oh, no, it's possible.

It was done before by you.

An attempt to access footage

while a carrier was still alive.

Yeah. I performed that...

and the woman

never recovered, Alan.

And I will not try that again.

Then you know what it's like

to be haunted.

One memory...

one single incident

has made me who I am.

It won't leave me be.

The guilt tears me apart...

but now I got a chance

to find out the truth.

I have to take it.

Alan, you brought

an implant amongst us.

Why should I help you?

If I try it myself, I'll die.

And I will try it myself.

We've been friends

for too long, my dear.

I can't let you

kill yourself, can I?

But you understand,

you can never cut again.

Yeah.

The last time I tried this,

the woman's nervous system...

shut down immediately.

It couldn't handle it.

She was a blank

for the rest of her life.

Now, remember...

I can't copy anything

into a hard drive.

You can only watch.

You know exactly which scene

you're going to?

I sure do.

You have five minutes.

Anything longer than that

is just too risky.

OK.

Christie.

I remember her.

It's me.

Alan.

Almost there.

There we are.

Come and get me.

Let's go back down.

Don't!

I'll meet you

back on the ground floor.

Hold on. I'm coming.

No. Wait. Wait.

It isn't steady anymore.

Louis, please, just stop.

I can't move!

OK, Louis, you can make it.

Just a few more steps.

Grab my hand!

Wait!

Alan...

- We're done! We're done!

- Alan, unplug it.

I can't.

Alan!

Alan!

Alan?

I'm all right.

Do you have any idea

how close you came?

I saw him.

I tried to help.

I told him to turn around.

He wouldn't listen.

He fell, but...

he was breathing.

It wasn't blood.

It was paint.

Now I remember.

Thank you.

Looking for this?

The implant's history.

You better find yourself

another perfect candidate.

Do you know

how much planning it took...

to make Bannister's footage

available? Do you?

He died of

a coronary complication.

I was the complication.

Or didn't

you get to that part yet?

I guess no one will.

I bet he still keeps good notes.

Don't you, Alan?

All of it?

All of it.

It was a terrible accident.

Sometimes the older Guillotines

can damage a Zoe implant.

There's no replacing

your husband's life.

He deserved a Rememory...

and a place

in your Zoe family tree.

I'm sorry.

You will... waive your fee?

Of course.

And you'll never speak

of Charles to anyone?

What can one do?

Accidents will happen.

Perhaps some things

are best forgotten.

Perhaps.

God, Isabel, you scared me.

Isabel, honey,

what's the matter?

Isabel.

Isabel, what...

What's wrong, honey?

Isabel.

A friend?

Yeah. Something like that.

I hear

you're not cutting anymore.

I've had enough

of other people's lives.

Stop, Alan.

I can't let you go.

What now?

Word travels fast in my circles.

Word is, a cutter came in

for a synth tattoo.

Word is that cutter is you.

You saw that implant.

It was destroyed. It's useless.

You.

Bannister's footage is gone,

but you've seen his life.

It's encrypted

into your implant.

Will you look at that?

Come and get me.

He had a very big meeting

one day...

but he took me

horseback riding instead.

He would read me stories

every night.

Sometimes he would make it up

as he went along...

and I knew, but I didn't care.

Your mom said I was here

to talk about your dad.

We don't need to do that

if you don't want to.

- Daddy?

- Yes, sweetie?

- Alan, please!

- I want to go back to bed.

- It's John's birthday.

- We'll have meatballs.

Italian. You love Italian.

A toast.

- Happy birthday, John.

- Happy birthday, Fletcher.

Thanks, Alan.

Alan, put the newspaper down.

Come on.

You gonna lighten up

and be gay for a moment?

It's for the greater good, Alan.

Your life will mean something.

I promise.

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