The Boys from Brazil Page #6

We tried several laboratory animals

and found the rabbit most convenient.

I had to develop instruments

which could accomplish the operation...

...and a whole micro-injection system.

I'll show you how it's done.

Here we are removing the eggs

of a white rabbit...

...from the Fallopian tubes.

Now you see the egg

under a microscope.

I have brought the point of an ordinary

sewing needle into view...

...to give an idea of the size.

- They are that small?

Most mammal eggs are about that size.

- Including human eggs?

- Yes.

The next step is to destroy

the egg nucleus...

...with ultraviolet light...

...so that none of its genetic makeup

remains.

Now you see an egg from a white rabbit...

...ready to be injected with the blood cell

from a black rabbit donor.

With the injection pipette...

...one of the blood cells is sucked up

and then injected into the egg.

After a few hours,

the eggs in culture divide...

...and are ready to be put back

into the female.

There they grow into embryos...

...which, in a month's time,

the normal gestation period,...

...will become baby rabbits.

In this instance...

...a black litter from a white mother.

Their black colour proves

that they have been cloned...

...from the blood cell of a black rabbit.

But isn't it difficult

to get the egg back into the female?

Transferring the eggs isn't a problem. We

do it all the time with laboratory animals.

The really tricky part is the microsurgery.

Getting the donor cell into the egg.

You're lucky if one in ten survives.

And this can be done with humans?

If the technique were precise enough.

- It's monstrous, Doctor!

- Why?

Wouldn't you want to live in a world

full of Mozarts and Picassos?

Of course, it's only a dream.

Not only would you have to reproduce

the genetic code of the donor,...

...but the environmental background

as well.

Is Mengele trying to reproduce himself?

No. He has brown eyes and he comes

from a very wealthy family.

Let's examine the family background...

...of the donor.

The father is 65 years old.

A civil servant.

The mother is 42, you say?

She dotes on the child.

Spoils...

The boy is...

...pale.

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

Spoilt.

Right?

Now, Mengele would certainly know

every social and environmental detail...

...would have to be reproduced.

If the parents were divorced

when the boy was ten,...

...this would have to be arranged.

Doctor Bruckner,...

...the one who is cloned,...

...the donor.

- He has to be alive, doesn't he?

- Not necessarily.

Individual cells taken from a donor

can be preserved indefinitely.

With a sample of Mozart's blood, and

the women, someone with the skill...

...could breed a few hundred

baby Mozarts.

My God,...

...if it's really been done,...

...what I'd give to see one of those boys!

Herr Lieberman?

Herr Lieberman...

Not Mozart, Doctor.

Not Picasso.

Not a genius who would

enrich the world...

...but a lonely little boy,

with a domineering father,...

...a customs officer,...

...who was 52 when he was born.

And...

...an affectionate, doting mother...

...who was 29.

The father died at 65...

...when the boy was nearly 14.

Adolf Hitler.

Colonel Seibert!

You Lieberman?

Ja.

Come on in.

Okay, boys.

Beautiful dogs!

Tear the throat out of anyone

who even looks cross-eyed at me.

I guess you can see why I didn't exactly

wet my pants when you said...

...someone was out to get me.

Take off your coat.

Very impressive.

Yeah.

My son took those pictures.

Very good!

Very good.

A little artsy-fartsy, if you ask me.

Is your son at home?

No. He's in school.

And, er... Mrs Wheelock?

- Is she at home?

- She's still at work.

So, you're the guy who got

that Nazi Eichmann?

I located him.

It was the Israelis

who did the actual kidnapping.

How much you get for that?

Nothing.

I did it for the satisfaction. I hate all Nazis.

I don't know about Nazis.

It's the n*ggers we gotta worry about.

Why are these Nazis after me?

Well...

I find it... very hard to talk.

Don't worry about them. They won't

bother you. Unless you bother me.

I was attacked by a dog

when I was a child.

A German shepherd.

And I still feel uncomfortable

with a dog in the room.

Jesus! You're like my neighbour Wally.

He won't walk up the driveway

unless the dogs are locked up.

Okay...

Come on, boys. In you go.

There's no other way

that they can come in?

No.

Thank you.

I feel much better.

- Hey!

- Put your hands up.

What the hell are you up to, anyway?

Is there a basement in this house?

Yeah.

Take me to it.

Do you have any pictures of your son?

There's an album on the table.

What do you want them for?

Please do not worry. I am very anxious

to see him and talk to him.

I am the doctor who delivered him.

Open the door.

Go down the stairs, Mr Wheelock.

Now listen. I don't give doodley-sh*t

about Jews or Nazis.

Good!

Tell me, please,

which way to Quarryville?

Down here to the end of the exit.

Take a left straight into Quarryville.

Thank you.

Quiet, damn you!

Bobby!

Dear, dear boy.

Mr Wheelock?

Mr Wheelock?

Mr Wheelock!

Mr...

You!

Herr Lieberman!

Get up.

Jew!

Up!

Up!

Yes... I am going to kill you.

But I want you to die with the knowledge

that all your efforts have gone for nothing!

I have the money and I have the will!

And no one can stop me!

Did you kill Wheelock?

No... he's in the kitchen,

mixing us some cocktails!

You know what I saw on the television

in my motel room...

...at one o'clock this morning?

Films of Hitler.

They're showing films about the war.

The movement!

People are fascinated!

The time is ripe!

Adolf Hitler... is alive!

This album is full of pictures of him.

Bobby Wheelock and 93 other boys

are exact genetic duplicates of him.

Bred entirely from his cells.

He allowed me to take half a litre of his

blood and a cutting of skin from his ribs.

We were in a biblical frame of mind...

...on 23rd May, 1943,...

...at the Berghof.

He had denied himself children because

he knew that no son could flourish...

...in the shadow of so God-like a father!

But then he heard

what was theoretically possible,...

...that I could create one day not his son,

not even a carbon copy,...

...but another original!

He was thrilled by the idea!

The right Hitler for the right future!

A Hitler tailor-made...

...for the 1980s,...

...'90s,...

...2000!

Kill!

Kill!

Get away!

Off!

No more gun?

Holy sh*t!

Bobby!

Bobby...

My dear, dear boy!

You cannot imagine how happy I am,

how joyous I am,...

...to see you standing there

so fine and strong...

...and healthy!

Call these dogs off, Bobby.

Call the dogs off, please.

I am an old friend of the family.

In fact, I am the doctor who delivered you.

And I stopped by,

having just returned from abroad,...

...and he let me in.

And then he pulled out...

...a gun!

Fortunately, I was able to overpower him.

Now call them off, Bobby. Call them off.

Please.

Cut!

Cut - how clever!

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