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It's quite bulletproof.

You know, Damian, every

medical advance has a cost.

These choices that you're

making and what you're doing,

they don't make you a savior.

You know that, right?

They make you a psychopath.

I understand that

you feel that way.

Initially, I tried for years to

grow the vessels. Of course I did.

But my failure

held everything up.

Eventually, I'll succeed.

And all this unpleasantness

will be seen

as nothing more than

birth pangs, I'm sure.

Now, as you can see, we had

prepped the body

of a 40-year-old

accountant for Anton.

But it seems that

Mark's comes hard-wired

with some very

useful instincts.

I'm sorry,

Damian, I really am.

But it's about time that

someone worthy made use of it.

Please, don't struggle.

As you can hear, Anton

doesn't have much time.

Clear!

Hello.

Can you hear me?

Can you tell me your name?

What's your name?

Anton.

How many children do you have?

None.

Just a couple of pictures I

downloaded from the Internet.

Carry on.

The woman? Where is she?

She's down the hall

in storage.

Good.

Give me your gun.

I don't think

that's a good idea.

I've had my legs torn off

and I've been burned alive.

Give me your gun.

Come on. Let's go.

Daddy?

Damian.

No, no! Please!

Hey. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's time to go.

Damian?

Yeah. Come on.

Who's Damian?

Hey, I'm just a technician.

Go.

Baby.

Okay. It's okay.

No metal.

You see, sometimes I do listen

to the doctor's orders.

Well played.

But...

If you kill me,

you commit suicide.

Because without

the full course of

those pills,

well, you relapse.

You relapse.

And we both know who

takes over, don't we?

You see, I'm the only one

with the answers, Damian.

You need me.

I'm the only one

standing between you

and oblivion.

25% promazine,

30% olanzapine,

15% Trileptal,

15% valproic acid,

and 5% phenobarbital.

Okay.

Hey.

Guess what?

Do you like boats?

Mmm-hmm. About a half

a mile down that way,

there's a boat

waiting for you.

White sandy beaches

and turquoise water await.

Aren't you

coming with us, Daddy?

I don't think so, Pumpkin.

Why?

Come here, baby.

Why, Mommy?

It's okay.

Why isn't

Daddy coming?

Are you still

mad at him?

He knows your birthday, Mommy.

Ask him. Ask him.

If you're

looking to volunteer,

there's a sign-up

sheet by the door.

Thanks.

Hello.

I'm Ed Kidner.

I was a friend

of your father's.

May I sit?

Sure.

I spent a lot

of time with him.

At the end,

in particular.

I know that you two,

you weren't always close.

If you could hear him

talk about you, he was

proud.

Um, I have something for you.

It's just, uh...

I think he regretted not being

around when you were growing up.

He knows that

he could never

make that right.

Sometimes I think

he made the mistake

of thinking his checkbook

could solve everything.

This is a letter.

Some things

that he should have

said to you

while he was alive.

To read, um,

whenever.

Whenever you like.

Thank you.

Listen, I need to

get back to work.

Of course. You have

important work to do.

I should be going, too.

Claire.

Good luck.

Hi, Mark.

Welcome to the Caribbean.

My name is Damian Hale.

And I'm the guy

who bought your body.

A let's happened

since you've been gone.

And you're gonna

find that out in time.

But I just want

to thank you for

these months that

you've given me.

I haven't taken

one of those in days.

I've been going through

withdrawals on that bed.

Behind you. Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting for

you to take over.

And I can already

feel myself fading.

And soon, I'll be gone.

Welcome back, Mark.

You take good care

of Maddie and Anna.

Damian?

Hey.

Mark?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's you? Yes?

Anna!

Daddy!

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