Limitless Page #8

Because I would die here, too.

Only NZT could help me and the last of

it was in this f***'s blood stream.

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

(HEART BEATING)

Victor!

(WHISPERING)

What?

(SCREAMING, YELLING)

Ah!

Hey!

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Ah!

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

Ah! (GRUNTS)

(SHOUTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING, GAGGING)

(GAGGING)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Victor?

Victor?

Victor?

(SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

EDDIE:
The police would later note

that my apartment's previous

owner was an arms dealer.

Of course, these intruders had

been his dissatisfied clients.

And the night was still young.

I'm sure you're curious

about what happened to your boss.

I know I certainly am.

I mean, if my attorney was

really working for Mr. Atwood,

trying to save his life,

why is he dead?

I mean, at what point was

the pony express supposed to ride in

with his life-saving medication?

EDDIE:
His boss was dead.

So, I didn't matter now.

But he did not appreciate that Morris

Brandt had kept the pills for himself.

And it was all still possible.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONES RINGING)

Actually, no, there's no more tickets.

Yeah, I know. An overbooked fundraiser.

That's a first.

Well, here he comes. I'll ask him.

Oh, that's much better.

- Great job.

- Thank you, sir.

MAN:
Hi, Mr. Morra.

Edward!

I think we're looking

at a second overflow event.

There's a wave of donations coming in

and I don't think

they're even gonna

try a second debate.

- Great.

- Hold on.

A guy from

Eiben-Chemcorp's in your office.

- I have a lunch.

- They're your biggest contributor.

Give him his two crappy little minutes.

- Eiben-Chemcorp Pharmaceuticals?

- Yeah.

EDDIE:
Finally get to meet the guys

that keep the lights on.

- Carl!

- Mr. Morra.

(LAUGHING)

What a surprise. They told me somebody

from Eiben was coming.

Chemcorp. Yeah, that's me now. I'm

moving out of the energy business.

(LAUGHS) Come on. That's like Hef

moving out of the mansion.

Yeah. I bought Eiben a couple of months

ago. I'm surprised you didn't hear.

No. No. Well, they really

keep me hopping here.

Well, it's gonna pay off,

Senator Morra.

The Senate. Who knows...

Everything's a technicality

from here on in, isn't it, Eddie?

I think we both know where it's headed,

if you can maintain.

Have you asked yourself what

you're gonna do when you run out?

- When did you know?

- Does it matter? I know now.

I wish you'd come to me at first, Eddie.

I could have bought Eiben at 33 a share.

We could have been partners.

So, Eiben makes NZT.

Well, it'll never officially exist.

Obviously, I don't need

to point out the advantages for you.

Oh, I think maybe you do.

Limitless supply.

We know you can't get any more.

You sure about that?

They shut down your lab this morning.

Eddie. I just want to help you,

that's all.

Keep you supplied.

No disruption in service.

Give you peace of mind.

That's all.

And in return, I do what?

Get a little advice, maybe.

I won't be bothering you much at first.

And later. What are you

gonna be bothering me with?

Well, given where you're heading,

some of our ideas are a bit ambitious.

But hey, I think they're achievable.

And what if I don't like your ideas?

Then we'll say, "Godspeed."

And your candle will have shed a brief,

but lovely light.

But you know what, Eddie,

let's not even

go there right now.

Right now, I just want

to keep you brilliant...

...and healthy. Come on.

Let's go get some lunch.

After you, Senator.

Thanks for stopping by, Carl.

Give us a second.

What are you doing? Do you want

to be President of the United States

- or brain dead, stuck full of tubes?

- I'll take my chances.

I told you your chances don't exist.

We shut down your lab.

You don't think some smartass on NZ

might have two or three

or even four labs?

- So what? You're not making any more.

- That's right, I'm not.

I thought better of it.

See, once you know what's in it,

you can tweak it, re-engineer it.

Get the bugs out. Taper off.

I'm off it, Carl.

Well, on it or off it,

there's no scenario

where you're not working for me.

How you gonna pay me?

In cigarettes?

Last year you traded

- inside information 17 times.

- You threatening me?

Blank checks from Dubai.

Dumping in Chile. Disappeared officials.

- I mean, you shed a spot light...

- Do you want to go to war with me?

And trust me when I say this,

I'm not even being creative.

There's no way you can be making

accusations like that

and be walking around alive.

That you would even think that shows me

how unprepared you are to fight me.

- You're no longer equipped to fight me.

- I may be off it,

but you think I didn't learn anything?

That my synapses didn't change?

That I kept absolutely nothing?

You have no idea what

kind of enemy I can be.

- That van's gonna rear-end that taxi.

- What?

The driver's distracted. He's texting.

He's going 30 miles an hour.

He has 60 feet to stop.

He doesn't have room.

- What van?

- (TIRES SCREECH)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

I see everything, Carl.

I'm 50 moves ahead of you

and everybody else.

What makes you think I don't have a guy

with a bead on you right now?

How do you know you're gonna be alive

this time next year?

What are you doing? You get

your hands off me. What are you doing?

Something's pumping half-mass in there.

The walls of your heart are dilated.

Your aortic valve's steno. So you're

gonna need to get that replaced.

But you already knew that.

You know, you should

really be glad about this.

'Cause me working for you?

You'd end up as my b*tch.

Maybe we should cool off.

Talk again.

I don't think so.

Don't forget to vote.

MAN:
Edward.

You good?

Yeah. Told you I have a lunch.

- Sorry I'm late.

- Hey. Don't worry.

- How's your day going?

- Ah. I've had better.

I still can't deal with that haircut.

I wouldn't even

recognize you on the street.

Well, I'm a new man.

LINDY:
I've already ordered.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

(BOTH LAUGH)

What?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

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