The 6th Day Page #4

it's quite all right.

Gave me a lot

to think about.

In fact, it gave me

a different view

of the whole subject.

Mr. Speaker, could I offer you

a glass of brandy

in my office upstairs?

I was 50

when Billy was born.

Didn't know if I wanted

another kid so late.

But now I love him

so damn much.

If there was something

that we could do for Billy,

only it was highly illegal,

would you consider it?

Of course I would.

That's the same kind

of hypothetical situation...

no, no,

don't answer so fast.

You'd be facing a mandatory

minimum sentence of 40 years

if it ever came out.

But would he be cured?

He'd be exactly the same

as he was before.

Perfect health.

He'd never even have

to know what happened.

But if the secret ever did

come out with the law

the way it is now,

he'd be put to sleep

like a rabid dog.

He'd be destroyed

just like a racehorse

with a broken leg.

[The speaker]

And if it never came out?

Or if the laws were changed

one day?

Then Billy wouldn't have

anything to worry about.

[Siren wailing]

[Wailing continues]

Please, I beg you,

go to my house and pick up

my wife and daughter.

Because if I go back there,

they will kill them both.

- You made a completely different

police report an hour ago.

- No, I didn't.

According to this, you did.

And they checked

your thumbprint.

That must've been

the clone.

I know it sounds crazy.

I can hardly

believe it myself.

- Was your car stolen or not?

- Yes.

- So you did report it?

- No. It was me who took it.

You stole your own car?

Hello. I'm your court-appointed

virtual attorney.

You don't have to answer.

Is my client being officially

charged with auto theft?

- I didn't steal it. It's mine.

- He claims the report

was filed by his clone.

I see. Loading

the virtual psychiatrist.

Oh, Mr. Gibson.

What seems to be the trouble?

Do you want me to go through

the whole thing now

with him?

You seem to be avoiding

talking about your parents.

Imagine, two turtles

are walking through the desert...

oh, shut up!

- Hmm.

- "Hmm" what?

Are you going

to help me?

Of course.

[Female cloning announcer]

Medical alert transmitted.

Awaiting data.

Just wait in here.

I'll come get you

as soon as we have some news.

Clones!

[Webcaster over TV,

indistinct]

He had a good laugh

when he read that story.

You know, he saw himself

at his house tonight.

Which was

our mistake, not his.

[Pager beeping]

Excuse me.

He's in precinct seven.

Could you hurry Talia

and Wiley along, please?

I'll need them both.

Goddamn it! Son of a b*tch!

Piece of sh*t Wiley.

I'm gonna kill him.

Where is he?

He's still cooking.

Son of a b*tch.

I look like crap.

Do you have any idea how much

my hair treatments cost?

How much

does Gibson know?

He knows he's been cloned.

He knows we'll kill anyone

who sees them together.

What's that? What?

Does Drucker know you're talking

about killing innocent people?

Relax, it was just a threat.

Of course we'd never

actually do it.

Try to have a good night.

You do your hair.

I'll take Wiley and Vincent.

I've gotta pierce

my damn ears again.

Officials

blame the latest strike

by U.S. Major league players...

now entering its fourth year...

on the lack of fan

identification with the two

teams playing in the series.

[Continues, indistinct]

Sh*t.

Oh, no.

[Gasps]

Now what?

It feels tight

all across here where

the tires ran over me.

- You were run over by two cars

and your chest was crushed.

- Exactly.

No wonder, right?

It's in your mind.

Completely crushed,

as in dead...

as in you have

a totally new chest now.

Then how come it's

hard to breathe?

Tell you what. Why don't

you just stay out here, relax?

Fresh air will do you good.

Government officials are openly

dismissive of the proposal.

[Man on TV] this amounts

to an attempt by Microsoft

to buy a state of the union.

[Man continues, indistinct]

But if he goes off

his medication, paranoid

delusions come back.

...very sad,

because at other times

he seems almost rational.

[Knocking on door]

[Marshall]

Gibson? Gibson!

- You're dead.

- No, you're dead.

[Cracking]

Try to stay dead this time.

Hank, it's me again.

What the hell happened to you?

I waited for over

a half an hour at Kellys.

It's now five past seven.

I'm heading home, okay?

Whoa, whoa. He's fine.

He's okay. He's our associate.

Gibson must've knocked him out.

Knocked him out?

He looks dead to me, doc.

No, his pulse is strong.

He'll be up and around

in no time.

We'll just get him

to the hospital.

Easy, that's it.

Whoa, whoa.

[Cracking]

Uh, let us know

if you find Gibson.

Honey, Im home.

- Darling, where are you?

- Hi, sugar.

- Hello, my love.

- Have you been working out?

- You look so good.

- Thank you.

I recorded all your

sports programs for you.

- I thought maybe we could

watch them together.

- I would like that.

Or should I just take

this off right now?

No, no, no.

Hold your horses.

Oh, Hank. I think it's so sexy

when you go right to the chair.

I know you do.

[Knocking on door]

Oh, you're gonna have

to zip me up, sweetheart.

Ah, ah, ah. Careful

with the merchandise.

[Moans]

Hold on, please.

Have they been here?

Who?

Hello, Adam.

Would you like a beer?

I'm sorry

I missed the party, but...

all of a sudden it's 11:00

and I wound up at Kellys.

You missed my party?

Yeah, but I didn't

do it on purpose.

It was sort of Weird.

I really feel terrible about it.

I don't know what happened.

You feel terrible?

I lost my wife, my daughter,

my whole goddamn life tonight.

- I'm gonna do

my special dance.

- Hank, listen.

I need your help.

Hey, not now, cupcake, I can't...

what's going on?

I don't understand.

[Clattering]

Shh!

That's a real gun.

Shh!

What's going...

shh!

[Screeching]

Jesus Christ! What are you

gonna do, kill my cat?

What the hell is going on?

If you weren't at my party,

then you didn't see him.

Who's "him"?

[Hammering]

Jesus h. Christ, I said

get your dog cloned,

not yourself.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna take my life back.

What, you're

gonna kill him?

Why not? He's not real.

Plus, there's no law against it.

You're not serious,

are you?

I'm dead serious.

But look at him.

He looks just like you.

Technically, this could be

committing suicide.

But he is not me.

He is not even human.

Wait a sec.

How do I know he's not you

and you're not him?

I mean, look at him,

he's even a shitty carpenter.

Well, let me see your chin.

My chin?

Yeah, you cut yourself

shaving, right?

All right, here.

Okay, it's there.

You're you.

Shh!

Adam.

I couldn't do it.

- Adam?

- Over here.

I have a little

something for you.

Is Clara asleep?

Oh, yes she is.

- He's grabbing her ass.

- Oh, I like how

cigars make you feel.

Ooh.

Daddy?

Clara.

- What are you doing out here?

- I had a bad dream.

Oh, Ill take you back

to bed, okay? Come on.

Fireman.

Fireman, right.

- Wait here.

- Okay.

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