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EDDIE:
I had gotten remarkably

little information from Vernon

about what this drug would do.

You could even be a bike messenger

and come up with that. Really.

EDDIE:
What if it was a hallucinogen?

- It's pathetic.

EDDIE:
Oh, my God.

Listening to her rag...

If I were tripping,

I'd jump out a f***ing window.

Hello? Are you listening to me?

Do you get it?

You are gonna be out on the streets!

EDDIE:
And then, I felt it.

(VALERIE CONTINUES INDISTINCT)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MACHINERY REVVING UP)

(ELECTRICAL FIZZLING)

- (LIGHT BULB HUMMING)

- (BICYCLE CLICKING)

EDDIE:
I was blind, but now I see.

(VALERIE'S VOICE ECHOING)

(CLICKING)

...running away!

You can't even look at me, you know why?

Because you're not even a man.

You're not even a man!

You don't have rent!

You don't have a job!

(CONTINUES INDISTINCT)

- What's wrong?

- What?

You don't like me and I don't blame you.

You see a self-defeating,

energy-sucking piece of sh*t

who's sponging off your husband.

You're wishing I'd blow my brains out,

but my existence shouldn't make you

this upset. What is it?

- That's none of your business.

- Something wrong at law school?

How do you know I'm in law school?

People who aren't, usually

don't carry around dry,

academically-constipated books

about a dead Supreme Court justice.

You're a creep, aren't you?

You've been... You've been following me.

- No, I just noticed the book.

- You just saw the corner of it.

How did you know that?

EDDIE:
I'd seen it before.

Twelve years ago in college.

Sitting on the couch of a TA

I was trying to make,

waiting for her to come

back out of the bathroom,

hoping she'd have a condom.

Somehow my unconscious

had served that up.

A memory I had never even recorded.

Or was it there the whole time

and all I needed was the access?

If you're writing a paper,

that's not the book I'd use.

Well, who asked you?

Hastings has his oral history.

I'd start there.

Interesting point.

Grammatically, this guy was an idiot,

which sort of gives credence

to the theory

that one of the clerks he had fired

actually wrote most of

this guy's major opinions.

You could Google the clerk's sons,

they'd love to talk to you.

Exonerate their dad. That'd give you

something that no one else has...

EDDIE:
Information from the odd

museum show, a half-read article,

some PBS documentary... it was all

bubbling up in my frontal lobes,

mixing itself together into a sparkling

cocktail of useful information.

(LAUGHING)

EDDIE:
She didn't have a chance.

- So, what are your suggestions?

(VALERIE MOANING)

EDDIE:
We'd really worked

on her paper, too.

In 45 minutes, it was a polished gem.

She was pleased.

Home. But it couldn't be my home,

could it?

Who would live like this?

My first thought: Torch it.

But saner heads prevailed.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

EDDIE:
What was this drug?

I couldn't stay messy on it,

I hadn't had a cigarette in six hours,

hadn't eaten, so... abstemious and tidy?

What was this? A drug for people who

wanted to be more anal retentive?

I wasn't high, I wasn't wired.

Just clear.

I knew what I needed to do

and how to do it.

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BANGING OUTSIDE)

EDDIE:
The next morning, I sent

a little probe down into my brain.

No surge of brilliance

came up to greet me.

In short... I was back.

But, something remained.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

You're kidding.

- No.

- Words have appeared on paper.

- Yes.

- Written by you.

All you have to do is read three pages.

Just read three pages

in the next hour and...

...if you don't want to keep reading,

I'll give you back the advance.

OK.

- OK, Eddie.

- OK.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

WOMAN:
Eddie,

give me a call when you get in.

WOMAN:
Eddie, I'm 40 pages further in.

Call me.

It's a little grandiose,

but I'm still reading.

- (LAUGHS)

WOMAN:
OK, how did you do this?

WOMAN:
I'd really like... Just call me

the minute you get in. Call. OK?

VERNON:
Who is it?

- Hey, Vernon, it's Eddie.

- Eddie who?

- Uh, Morra.

It's not a good time, Eddie.

Uh, hey, Vern, I really

just need to talk to you.

Hey... Oh...

- Vern, what happened?

- Don't worry about it. I'm fine.

So, Eddie.

You are interested after all.

- That stuff's amazing.

- Works better if you're already smart.

Vern, who did this to you?

Trust me, you don't want to know.

Uh...

- So, uh, what's it called?

- Doesn't have a street name yet.

But the boys in the kitchen

are calling it NZT 48.

"The boys in the kitchen"?

I don't...

That doesn't sound

very FDA-approved, Vern.

FDA-approved, that's a laugh. You didn't

really believe that sh*t, did ya?

EDDIE:
OK, so what do we have here?

Some unknown, untested,

possibly dangerous drug

scammed out of some

unidentified lab somewhere

given to me by a highly unreliable guy

I hadn't seen in years.

- So you want some more?

- Yes. Definitely.

All right, we'll talk about it,

but I, uh, need a favor first.

Obviously, I'm in no condition

to go out right now, so,

I was wondering if you could pop down to

the dry cleaners, grab my suit for me.

And maybe grab a little... (SIGHS)

A little breakfast for us.

EDDIE:
He knew he had me.

Sure.

EDDIE:
From now on,

I'd happily be his errand boy.

Wash his windows,

scrub his toilet...

...anything I could do to get my hands

on that little clear pill

that would bring back...

Enhanced Eddie.

Vern?

Vern?

Vern...

(SOBBING) Oh, Vern.

(CLATTERING)

Hey, hey!

Hey!

- (DIALING)

- (GRUNTS)

WOMAN:
911, what's your emergency?

- Hi, I need to report a...

...a murder.

OK, I won't.

EDDIE:
Took them forever. And the longer

I stood there, the clearer I saw.

Vern had known whoever had done this.

And one guess what

they'd been looking for.

But had they found it?

(PANTING)

Sh*t, if you ever cooked,

I'd be dead, too.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

MAN:
Police Department!

Open the door, please!

- (BANGING)

MAN:
Police Department! Open the door!

- (BANGING)

MAN:
Open the door, please!

MAN:
Police! Open the door!

Let's go! Open the door!

- Let me see your hands.

- Hey.

- Let me see your hands!

- No, no, I'm the one who called!

I called you guys!

So, you guys tight?

Hang out a lot?

No, my ex-wife's brother. I just

actually ran into him on the street

- and he asked me to come up to...

- Buy some drugs?

- No, no. What?

- What did this guy do?

He... Uh, I don't know. He was, um...

I heard that he was an antiques dealer?

- A dealer?

- Yeah, uh, antiques. Um...

Like, uh, Viennese kinda, um...

- ...chairs and stuff.

- (PHONE RINGS)

Like, you know,

like curlicue leg things.

Yeah?

That is correct. An Edward Morra.

He's here.

Victim's sister.

EDDIE:
I hadn't heard her voice

in ten years.

MELISSA:
Eddie?

- Melissa?

MELISSA:
You were there?

- Um...

Just before. I had run into him

on the street and, uh... yeah.

MELISSA:
Oh, God.

I wish I was more surprised.

He was involved in some stuff.

I'd better not say any more.

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