Limitless Page #7

EDDIE:
Hotel rooms

were no longer an option.

What I needed was a bunker.

WOMAN:
There's a built-in safe,

central surveillance,

vault grade pneumatic doors.

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 obvious

he 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 could

have 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.

He's currently at Lenox Hill,

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.

No, a cagey prick like him

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 rises

might 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

or physical type between you

and the rest of the lineup.

OK.

They're as close to your clones

as I could possibly get.

MORRIS:
It's gotta be just one big

handsome 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.

WO MAN ON TV:

...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 than

usually equipped to answer.

The dullness was coming on.

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 know

when 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 smell it on you. Right now,

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.

My husband is having tests.

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

of the latest round of tests

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,

so why would you upset me?

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 discovered

this 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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