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drawn in accordance with the
requirements of the trust.
They're all predated, of
course, to save you the trouble.
It's standard procedure.
Effective at the time of your death...
very liberal settlements...
on your wife and daughter...
and more than sufficient funds...
for your financial needs
in your new identity...
from sums assigned to
us as your trustees.
Insurance policies...
annuities...
real estate.
If you'll sign right here.
The staging here is rather
authentic, you'll see.
Of course, the drug made it
easier to manipulate you...
into the proper positions and attitudes.
Rest easy, Mr. Wilson.
You did not ravage our girl.
Of course, the photography
is not too professional...
but I think it's clear enough.
- So now it's...
- I have a message from Charlie.
He wanted me to tell you
that rebirth is painful.
You were going to say...
"So now it's blackmail," eh, Mr. Wilson?
- What would you call it?
- Just kind of insurance.
Isn't it easier to go forward
when you know you can't go back?
But you knew that, didn't you?
The minute you hung up on
Charlie after that first call.
Ah, sure you did.
You're saying...
I can never go back?
Fact is, you really
don't want to go back.
Sakes, boy, you owe yourself this thing.
Rebirth. Life again.
Begin again, all new, all different.
You've got another chance.
Heck, nobody's gonna miss you, are they?
- My wife.
- What are you to her now?
- We get along.
- What does that mean?
There's my daughter.
We don't see much of her, actually.
She lives out west with her husband.
She writes now and then...
to let us...
What are you to her now?
Excuse an old fool prying, son...
but what does it all mean?
It can't mean anything now, anymore.
There's nothing anymore, is there?
Anything at all?
I expect to be president
of the bank before too long.
And I have my boat in the summer.
We have friends.
Anything at all?
Guess I...
never thought much about it before.
alone to do what she...
We get along, as I said.
We hardly ever quarrel.
Not that that's any...
measure of our lives.
Frankly...
during the last few years, we...
hardly ever...
ever...
I... I don't know why
I'm telling you this.
Because you want to. Go on.
Ever...
ever...
show much affection.
But as I said...
Boat.
And...
So this is what happens
to the dreams of youth.
Go on, son. Let it out.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
Let it out.
Time for a change.
Now, look. They'll both
be well taken care of.
They don't need you,
and you don't need them.
You just can't help each other anymore.
Now, look, son. You know
what I'm saying is true.
There's nothing anymore.
What you need now is a good rest.
A few things to be worked
out in the morning...
but my boys will clear those
up, and you needn't worry none.
Your boys?
You're the head of it all?
There never was a struggle in the
soul of a good man that wasn't hard.
My papa told me that...
and it's sure enough true.
Believe me, son. I know.
I believe you.
That's fine.
You know, Mr. Wilson, you represent
something of a milestone around here.
When the bandages are removed...
I think you'll be more than pleased.
In fact, I expect you to be prancing
around here like a stud bull.
Now, it's gonna take a
while, so try to be patient...
until we get you ready
for the world again.
Now, don't do that!
You can't talk because we've
extracted all your teeth...
and given you a complete
vocal cord resection.
Give the tissues time to pull together.
Now, you got a new
set of permanent teeth.
In a week, you won't know
the difference. Thank you.
That's what hurts the most right now.
Everything's different.
When the first healing's over, we'll
start conditioning for muscle tone.
Yes, yes. Those too.
Fingerprints.
Even your signature.
Little thing we did with the
tensor ligaments of the hand.
The orbicularis oris started to sag,
so we tightened them with ligatures.
Yeah.
Then we worked on the
mandible to square up the bone.
Well, I never.
Holy mackerel, I don't
know how you boys do it.
Doc, it's a masterpiece.
Good work.
Easy does it. You'll be all right, son.
disappear in a couple of weeks.
physical conditioning...
the process will be complete.
My name is Davalo. I'm
your guidance advisor.
This is about your future career.
I'm afraid I haven't
thought very much about that.
Oh, yes, you have, sir. Permit me.
I want a ball, a big red one.
Whoops.
up a little too early.
Sit down. We recorded
these regressions...
under pentothal and
caffeine sodium benzoate.
At first, there's always
a touch of the infantile...
but later on, we progress
to a more mature...
expressional infrastructure.
Ah, here we are.
What would you like to do most of all?
Of anything in the whole world?
I'd like to be a tennis pro, I guess.
Yes. That's what I'd like best of all.
And suppose you couldn't be?
What else would you choose?
- I guess I'd like to paint stuff.
- Pictures?
Pictures and things.
Well, I think the creative wish
pattern is pretty self-evident.
You mean, I... I ought to be a painter?
Exactly!
as well as an environment in which
these sublimations will have free vent.
Now, let's take a look at the
program we've worked out for you.
Certificates of study.
Abroad.
Notices of first six one-man shows.
Your pictures are
realistic in treatment...
but deal with poetic
imagery in choice of subject.
Not that I pretend to
be a critic of painting.
These diplomas...
from reputable universities...
They can't be forged.
is bona fide and valid.
How could I even approach
such a professional level?
Simple. You are already established
in a position of some dignity.
Nothing conspicuous. Just a solid,
mildly successful sort of thing.
You will be supplied with
fresh paintings periodically.
In time, you'll perfect your own style.
Surreal, primitive,
impressionistic, whatever.
It will be a transition
from this present work.
You see, you don't have
You are accepted.
You will be in your own new dimension.
You're a bachelor.
Birth certificate. The only son...
of deceased parents, and so forth.
In short...
you are alone in the world...
absolved of all responsibility...
except to your own interest.
Isn't that marvelous?
Your studio is in Malibu, California.
Quite luxurious, very private.
You'll make your own
adjustment in your own way...
in your own time.
Oh, you'll be self-conscious at first.
Don't worry.
It will wear off. And
remember, you've got...
man in America would like to have:
Freedom.
Real freedom.
Ah, it's been a pleasure.
Pillow, Mr. Wilson?
Yes, thank you.
Tony!
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