The 6th Day Page #5

Cigar, sir?

I can't wait.

How do you like it?

Mmm, this is so good.

You want to try some?

No. You know, smoking's

illegal and Im a mother.

Sweetheart,

Im so sorry about the RePet.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Dad, did Oliver die?

Is he a RePet?

Why do you say that?

You locked him outside.

I did? I'm so sorry, but

I haven't been myself lately.

[Car approaching]

All right.

You go to sleep now, okay?

Close your eyes.

When was the last time we did it

in the backseat of the car?

Well, we should

smoke cigars more often.

Mr. Gibson.

Who are you?

Millennium security.

Sorry to bother you, but...

- got any I.D.?

- Of course.

I'm sorry I was a little jumpy,

but we had a break-in tonight.

We know. We heard on the wire

your car was found in the river.

I don't suppose they found

that bastard that stole it?

[Twig snaps]

- Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.

- Relax. He's a friend of mine.

- [Adam]

Sorry about this.

- Nice 'do.

He's just here to help me

fix the garage. Oliver, heel!

Now what?

Go see.

Sorry, but he's a RePet.

He used to be a good watchdog.

Now, he lets my car get stolen

and he barks at security guards.

I hate clones.

Well, sir, we'll keep

an eye on your property.

- I'm gonna sleep much better

knowing you guys are around.

- You try to have a good night.

Good night.

Take it easy.

Come on, let's hide.

Stop it, Oliver.

Stop it.

Gee, you're glitchy

today. Come on.

[Door closes]

Good Oliver.

That was a bad idea.

Let's get out of here.

Wait, we can't just leave them

here with that-that thing.

Those were the guys

that were trying

to kill me.

It's dangerous

for Natalie and Clara

if I hang around here.

Darling,

you're still awake?

I wanted to wait up for you.

Thank you.

And I wanted to spend

some time with these flowers.

I see.

It took me 17 generations

to get this right.

Well, if you told me

what you wanted...

oh, I know.

You could have engineered it

in half an hour.

Yes.

I'm not in that much

of a hurry, griffin.

Want to get a cup of tea

and then go upstairs?

Okay?

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Let's do that.

Yeah. Dear.

Okay. It's okay.

Shh. Just stay calm.

Stay very, very calm.

What a night.

That was the longest

night in my life.

Hello, Adam.

I'm a one-man virtual girl.

But if you insert

the installation disk...

okay. Nothing.

What the hell was that?

I felt fingers

going for my zipper.

Now, that's disgusting.

Oh, that's disgusting?

I had to totally look away

when you and Natalie...

the, uh...

you want a beer?

You saw the clone do something

with Natalie while I took

Clara into the house?

They did nothing.

Come on. That's not

what I would have done.

Well, what would you have done?

I would have...

- nothing.

- Well that's what they did.

You know, nothing.

Sh*t.

In the goddamn minivan.

In the minivan.

I mean, you know

what tobacco does to people.

- He smoked my stogie too?

- The bastard.

- Oh, that son of a b*tch.

- Son of a b*tch.

Smoked your stogie.

And she couldn't

tell it wasn't me?

It didn't look like it.

She seemed, uh, happy.

Oh, you have no idea

what it felt like

seeing her with him.

I should've killed that son of

a b*tch when I had the chance.

It could have been worse.

It could have been someone else.

At least she's not cheating...

- Hank!

- Don't move!

- Tripp.

- I'm not after you.

Back away.

- Back away!

- Why did you do that?

Don't do anything stupid now.

That's as far as you go.

Is that you, Hank?

[Screams]

Hank.

Hey, Adam. Is Hank sleeping

on the floor again?

That's so cute.

[Tires screeching]

[Gasping, mumbling]

On the six... on the sixth day,

god created man.

On the sixth day...

on the sixth day,

god created man. God created

man on the sixth day.

Why the hell did you

kill my friend?

Hank Morgan was

an abomination to god.

He was a clone.

Hank was no clone.

The real Hank Morgan

died this afternoon.

I know because I killed him...

so I could kill Drucker.

Drucker's not dead.

It would be all over the news.

Open your eyes.

Drucker's a clone.

Dr. Weir cloned Drucker.

Dr. Weir cloned your friend.

Dr. Weir cloned you.

[Tires screeching]

They found us.

They found us.

- Shoot me in the head.

- What the hell are you

talking about?

We have people at Weir's lab.

I know who they are.

If they scan my brain,

they'll be killed.

Shoot me!

God forgive me.

[Screams]

Doesn't anyone

stay dead anymore?

Who are you people?

[Electronic voice]

I.D. required.

Please use biometric reader

to verify identification...

or the alarm will

sound in 10 seconds.

Ten, nine, eight,

he shot my foot.

- Seven, six, five,

- son of a b*tch!

Four, three,

two, one, stand by.

Come on.

Systems accessed.

- Gibson, Gibson!

- Please select destination.

Sh*t!

You're gonna pay!

Those were brand-new boots!

- Dad, you're coming

to my recital, right?

- I never miss your recitals.

I love you.

You're the greatest, dad.

Unless her pseudomonas infection

clears up, lm afraid

there's nothing we can do.

What about her D.N.A. scan?

It came up

with cystic fibrosis.

Cystic fibrosis?

Which is impossible

considering that

it's a childhood disease...

and she would have

been dead 30 years ago.

We're running

the scan again.

No, lll do it at the clinic.

If you could give us a moment,

please. Thank you very much.

Darling, sweetheart.

We're having you transferred

to my clinic, okay?

No. I'd like to stay here.

No. But I can help you

at the clinic.

If you stay here,

there's nothing I can do.

I know, dear.

I'll die here.

Yes.

Katherine, please.

Please listen to me.

No.

Katherine died five years ago.

The feelings that I have

aren't mine, they're hers.

Katherine, listen.

Now don't do this.

I need you so much.

I need you.

I'm not afraid, Griffin.

I want to die.

My time has already passed.

My love.

What am I to do

without you? What...

[chuckles]

You just water

my flowers, okay?

[Protestors shouting]

Thanks for visiting

replacement technologies.

We're in the business of life.

Welcome to the new home of the

Weir organ transplant facility

at replacement technologies.

Excuse me, sir.

I've gotta check that.

Oh, sure.

Help yourself.

- But you might want

to use these.

- Why? What's in here?

Lower intestines.

It's for dr. Weir, he's doing

a study on a flesh-eating virus.

That's okay, you can open it up.

Just try not to breathe.

That's okay.

Go ahead. You're cleared.

Thanks.

[Weir's voice]

What about her D.N.A. scan?

[Woman]

It came up with cystic fibrosis.

Which of course is impossible...

considering it's

a childhood disease.

She should have

been dead 30 years ago.

So we're running a new scan.

No, lll do it

at my clinic.

You've had five extra years

since you cloned me.

I treasure that.

Katherine, please.

No, lm not afraid.

I want to die.

My time has already passed.

Can I help you?

Uh, no, I just dropped my pen.

I'm all thumbs today.

Thank you.

Will you cut that out?

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