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Limitless Page #7
EDDIE:
Hotel roomswere no longer an option.
What I needed was a bunker.
WOMAN:
There's a built-in safe,central surveillance,
It's an unparalleled
three-tier security system.
A fortress with a hell of a view.
- What's the asking price?
- Eight-point-five.
I'll take it.
EDDIE:
Right away, it was obvioushe was on NZT.
Next week, I'm gonna need 20 pills.
- Next week, you can go f*** yourself!
- (LAUGHS)
Not that you'd feel anything.
I don't think your Fortune 500
financial friends would appreciate
the details of your little dilemma
with the police.
Thursday, I'm gonna need the pills here.
Getting smarter!
EDDIE:
Obviously, this could not go on,but there is very little on this earth
that 40 million dollars can't solve.
And tomorrow at nine,
Atwood would sign the papers.
- Do you want to call it?
- Cold feet?
There was all last night
to tell us that.
- Anything?
WOMAN:
I'll call him again, sir.EDDIE:
OK, the decision couldhave changed. That makes sense.
The discourtesy doesn't.
It's still on.
Oh, based on your charts
and projections.
You know, remind me,
who the f*** are you, anyway?
I'm sorry, Carl, I've had it with this
unqualified, posturing little prick.
- Pull it back.
- Since when is this the Delphic Oracle?
- Pull it back.
WOMAN:
Excuse me, Mr. Van Loon?Mrs. Atwood is in your office.
Ah. Mrs. Atwood, Carl Van Loon.
- My associate, Edward Morra.
- Pleasure.
I wanted to make this
as confidential as possible.
Of course.
My husband experienced some pain
and dizziness this morning.
undergoing tests.
I just want you to know
we have every intention
of signing the contract.
And as soon as he is able,
we will proceed.
I realize this is a useless platitude,
but if there's anything that we can do,
please don't hesitate to tell us.
Obviously, we want to be
as helpful and respectful
as possible, Mrs. Atwood.
Thank you, gentlemen.
I rely on your discretion.
CARL:
There won't be a proxy.giving away power of attorney?
CARL:
Well, he'd better get better.EDDIE:
But Atwood wouldn't get better.Because Atwood was out of NZT.
Well, why be surprised?
EDDIE:
How many other meteoric risesmight be explained by NZT?
At least I had some.
- My life wasn't in jeopardy.
- You can wait here.
EDDIE:
Only my money. And my liberty.I've been all over with them.
We can't allow
any disparity in race
and the rest of the lineup.
OK.
They're as close to your clones
MORRIS:
It's gotta be just one bighandsome blur to this guy.
EDDIE:
Who was out there?The woman's husband?
A hotel maid?
Was this how it was all going to end?
Not the dimmest clue.
He was dithering.
"He was the third one from the right.
No. Not him."
There you go. It's a thing of beauty.
You have that made?
I did.
...market's been mixed today.
The Dow has been yo-yoing
amidst speculation that
Van Loon Associates and Hank Atwood
have negotiated a merger...
Have you been talking to anyone?
No, I haven't been talking to anybody,
Carl. I'm not stupid.
I know you're not stupid, Eddie,
but don't make the classic
smart person's mistake.
Thinking no one's smarter than you.
Where the hell have you been? This is
the second time you've turned to vapor.
I was in the building, I was getting
coffee. Why, has there been movement?
Yeah, there's been movement alright.
Atwood's in a coma.
He wasn't playing us.
He's dying.
What do you know about this?
EDDIE:
I was less thanusually equipped to answer.
I was overdue to take my NZT.
And the pain was
starting behind my eyes.
Excuse me.
You're not excused.
What? A man in your employ
can't take a piss, Carl?
EDDIE:
Was it Brandt or someone else?The police station?
A coatroom?
Mr. Morra.
- Carl, I'm sorry...
- Mr. Morra. Mr. Morra!
- This just came for you.
- Yeah, what?
CARL:
Hope not, so let me knowwhen you know.
All right, I'm gonna ask you again,
Eddie. What do you know about this?
- What? About the leak?
- No. About Atwood.
What? What about Atwood?
Look, you got a long way to go
as a liar, kiddo.
- Carl, I don't know what you're...
- Listen!
What you're about to say is bullshit.
I know there's something
you're hiding from me.
I wanna know why this clusterfuck
of a deal is dead in the water!
Carl.
Eddie! Eddie!
MAN ON TV:
Outside Lenox Hill Hospital today,
more twists and turns
in the Van Loon-Atwood merger.
There is absolutely no truth
to the rumor of this merger.
None whatsoever.
This is a difficult time.
We would appreciate your directing
further questions to our attorney.
Yes, we have no further comments
at this time.
We're just awaiting the results
and hoping for the best.
Thank you.
(LAUGHING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(DOOR RATTLING)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
MAN'S MUFFLED VOICE: Eddie.
I know you're in there, Eddie.
Open up.
Come on.
Open the door.
(BANGING)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
EDDIE:
And so, here I am.I knew they would kill me
slowly and horribly.
But this choice
would at least be mine.
But we're instinctive creatures.
We want to live.
So my foggy brain tried to remember
where one tablet of NZT might be.
It was possible.
And possible was enough.
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
MAN:
Hey, Eddie.(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
MAN:
Now you know I want more,I don't like being down
to this last one.
You don't even know how to use it.
You don't appreciate it.
You see, I dissolve in a solution.
You shoot it. It goes straight
into the blood and brain.
Lasts much longer.
So...
You gonna tell me where the rest is?
I'm plumb out.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You know, these guys are gonna find it.
Or I'm gonna make you tell me.
Question is, which is gonna come first?
I guess we're gonna find out, huh?
This is a waste of my time,
you know?
I'm getting out
of this side of the business.
I'm branching out.
I'm starting import-export company.
Very exciting stuff.
I got a lot on my plate.
You're lucky I'm here.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Back in the old times, I might
peel your skin back. Fillet you.
"Fillet." It's a nice word.
I didn't know this before.
Oh, I had such a poor vocabulary.
(SAW WHIRRING)
MAN:
But then I discoveredthis thing, Google.
Did you know the small and large
intestines is 20 foot long?
I had no idea.
I don't believe it.
I gotta see this for myself.
I'm dubious. It's another nice word.
Anyway, I'm sure you're curious, too.
Don't worry, everything's sterilized.
We're gonna keep you alive
for the whole shebang.
You're gonna get
a front row seat, Eddie.
What?
(GRUNTING, SHOUTING)
- Ah!
- (GRUNTING)
(GAGGING)
(SIGHS)
(PANTING)
EDDIE:
Not much of a triumph, was it?
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