Splice Page #5
- Of course she does.
She has everything Ginger and Fred
had and more.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna solve this thing.
I'm sorry.
Dren.
Dren, I'm...
Where are you?
Bill, you're early.
Let me get this straight.
You stay home because you're sick,
and now I find you sneaking around.
- Making up for lost time.
- It's too late for that.
They won't extend the deadline. It's over.
You screwed us all.
- In fact, clear out Clive's desk.
- I don't think so.
Well, no one cares
what you think anymore.
You're an embarrassment
to this company. It's...
The protein's been synthesized.
It's in the fridge.
When some real scientists get here,
have them take a look.
Ouch.
Elsa?
No, no! No!
No. You can't do that. You...
You shouldn't do that.
You shouldn't do that.
Oh, God.
Oh, sh*t.
- El.
- Don't.
Don't.
I don't even quite know how it happened.
I was barely...
I don't even know who you are anymore.
You've become something sick.
Forget about what it means to me,
there are some things you do not do!
We changed the rules.
You're not talking your way out of this.
We crossed a line
and things got confused.
Confused about what?
Right and wrong.
Right and wrong.
Do you have any idea how
naive that sounds?
You're in no position to talk to me
about right and wrong!
And you are?
Really?
Why the f*** did you wanna make her
in the first place?
Huh?
For the betterment of mankind?
You never wanted a normal child...
...because you were afraid
of losing control.
But an experiment, that's something else.
I love her.
Yeah, I know, but we f***ed up, El.
We f***ed up.
Jesus Christ. We've chained her up.
We locked her away from the world.
We maimed her.
I maimed her.
I just wish things could go back
to the way they were.
I synthesized the protein.
What?
She has a derivative.
It's more stable than CD356.
It's 10 times higher than the level
Ginger and Fred ever had.
We could maybe save things.
I don't mean us. I mean...
Oh, God, we can't do that.
We can't. We have a responsibility.
Experiment's over.
Our responsibility is to end it.
Dren?
Dren?
Come out, Dren.
Dren?
- Clive!
- What?
What's happening?
I don't know, but she's dying.
Do you, uh...
...wanna say anything?
- Almost done?
- Yeah, almost.
- You hear that?
- Yeah.
What? Gavin, what are you doing here?
I'm sorry. I had to.
It's the only way.
All right. Let's see it.
- What did you tell him?
- I didn't have to tell him much.
You think I'm stupid?
The samples you gave me
had human DNA content.
They didn't come from Ginger and Fred,
they came from something else...
...something that's still alive.
And to think you did this on my watch.
Now, let's see this thing.
It doesn't belong to you.
It doesn't belong to anyone.
Where is it?
Fine.
I'm calling a forensic team.
She's already dead.
It's over.
- I don't believe you.
- No?
Well, see for yourself.
She's buried behind the barn.
Oh, sh*t.
What the f*** is going on?
Dren?
Gavin!
Gavin!
Gav! Gavin!
Aah. Gavin!
Clive, stop!
- Sh*t.
- We have to go back!
- Gavin?
- We have to go back.
Clive, Clive, Clive.
- I can't, I have to... I can't.
- Look, he's gone.
No, look, we can't stay here, okay?
It's out there.
What happened?
Ginger. It's the same thing that
happened with Fred and Ginger.
- Okay, now, let's go.
- I'm not leaving my brother.
He's dead, okay? He's already dead!
- I'm not leaving my brother!
- Let's go!
No!
- Just let it go.
- We need it.
- Clive, let it go!
- We need it. Aah!
We gotta go.
Almost.
Almost have it.
I got it!
Clive! Clive! Clive!
Clive!
Clive.
Clive.
Grab my hand. Grab my...
Okay, okay, now, get up, because
we need to go now. We need to go.
I know, it's okay. Okay. Okay.
What do you want?
What do you want?
Inside...
...you.
Your Dren turned out to be...
...a cauldron of unimaginable
chemical mysteries.
Aside from the intense concentration
of CD356 in her system...
...she was filled with a variety
of completely unique compounds.
We'll be filing patents for years.
Of course, we are extremely excited...
...that you're willing to take us
to the next stage...
...especially in light of the...
...personal risk.
We think the figure we've come up with
is very generous.
You can never speak of this...
...to anyone...
...ever.
Nobody would blame you
if you didn't do this.
You could just put an end to it
and walk away.
What's the worst that could happen?
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