The Fountain

Let us finish it.

Perhaps it is a trap.

It is.

Then what do we do?

We break through.

-There.

-I see him.

Pagans!

Forward still.

-Retreat!

-No! Do not stop!

Let's go!

No!

We are her salvation...

...and through her command,

we shall live forever!

I will not die. Not here. Not now. Never!

No!

We're almost there.

You'll make it.

I won't let you die.

Strong enough.

Finish it.

Don't worry, we'll be all right.

I just need to take a little.

Finish it.

-Hey, what are you doing here?

-Take a walk with me.

I have too much work.

-It's the first snow. We--

-I know, but they're waiting.

-Come on, Tommy.

-Please, Izzi!

I'm sorry.

I am.

I'll see you tonight.

Finish it.

Please, leave me alone.

I don't know how it ends.

All right.

I trust you.

Take me.

Show me.

-What are you doing here?

-Take a walk with me.

I have too much work.

-It's the first snow. We--

-But they're waiting.

-Come on, Tommy.

-Please, Izzi.

I'm sorry.

I am.

I'll see you tonight, okay?

Izzi.

Hey! Dr. Creo. Antonio's on his way back.

Donovan's open and ready.

His vitals are steady.

-Damn it.

-Come on.

Did he say if it was working?

He just told me to grab you

and meet in surgery.

-Where is he?

-I'm not sure.

-Call him.

-Okay.

Antonio sent me ahead with the scans.

He's still busy in chem lab.

Hey, it's Manny.

Where's Antonio?

It's still growing aggressively.

That much in two days?

What do you mean, you don't know?

Go get him. Find him.

He's been lying open 50 minutes now.

He's crossing the street.

-What were the in vitro results?

-I didn't ask.

Meet at the elevator.

Get his ass in here.

Micro-manipulator's at 42 degrees...

-...mediolateral's 72.

-Yep.

How we doing, Donovan? You hanging in?

No good.

Great specificity, but no suppression.

-Should we close him?

-We'll have to euthanize.

-Why?

-We don't treat now...

...we won't have another chance

before the growth gets him.

Damn it!

I'll prepare the pentobarbital.

No, wait.

What is it?

Remember that compound

we played around with?

-Which one?

-From that tree.

That one from Central America.

-That one.

-Natul tortuosa. 82-A46.

-From Guatemala.

-The old-growth tree.

We had samples, but it was sterile.

The graftings and clippings didn't take.

-That's it.

-All right, what's happening?

Mix it with your compound.

They got a similar structure. A mirror.

-Manny, find those samples.

-I don't see it.

Picture them side by side.

Fold them into each other

like two lovers, woman on top.

They have complementary domains.

If we can get them to stick--

Is this it?

Go!

Doctor, we have no toxicity reports.

There's not a single--

Doesn't matter. Donovan's on the table.

If we do nothing, he dies.

-Antonio, how long?

-Two hours.

Keep him under.

I've never seen that adhesion pattern.

What's it binding to?

Don't know.

But it's definitely attaching

to the high-growth regions.

Let's do it.

-Syringe is loaded.

-Give it.

Manny, give me light.

Lowering.

Injecting.

Injection at 2357.

That's a good boy, Donovan.

That's a good boy.

-What's up, captain?

-My ring.

-What ring?

-My wedding ring.

-Where'd you leave it?

-Right there, where I always put it.

Must've gotten knocked on the ground.

-Tommy?

-Yeah?

-May I have a word with you?

-One second.

What are you doing?

-It's my ring. I put it there.

-It's gotta be here.

I need to talk to you.

Don't worry about it. We'll find it.

Tommy...

...I'm concerned.

What?

I saw Betty in the hall.

She was hysterical.

-You've been running sloppy surgeries.

-Nonsense.

You injected that animal

with an untested compound.

Look, he was open, for chrissakes.

We were about to put him down.

NIH could shut us down.

I should shut you down for it.

You're reckless,

and you're losing perspective.

Look, why don't you

just take a few days at home?

Spend a little time with Izzi.

But I'm here for her.

Izzi?

Izzi?

Iz?

Izzi?

Izzi!

Izzi?

Izzi!

-Tommy?

-Isabel.

Funny. Very funny.

What are you doing?

I'm stargazing. I found it in the attic.

Come on in, it's freezing.

No, I want you to see something.

Come on.

You're an old fart.

Okay.

Okay.

Go on, look.

-You see it?

-The gold star?

It's actually a nebula

wrapped around a dying star.

That's what makes it look gold.

What?

-I took science.

-When?

Junior high.

God.

The Mayans called it Shibalba.

Shibalba?

It was their underworld.

The place the dead souls go to be reborn.

What? What are you talking about?

My book.

I'm writing about it.

-I thought it took place in Spain.

-Begins there.

Ends there.

Are you done?

-Almost.

-Good. When do I read it?

Someday soon it will explode,

die and give birth to new stars.

And how amazing that the Mayans chose

a dying star to represent their underworld.

Of all the healthy points of light

in the sky...

...how did they find one that was dying?

Where are your shoes?

Izzi. Come on, come on.

Let's warm you up.

Careful.

Okay. I'll get it. I'll get it.

Careful. Iz?

Stop it. No.

Get inside. Stop it.

Serves you right.

Is she a redhead?

What?

I left it in surgery.

If you can't wait, you can't wait.

I'm joking.

-I'll make some coffee.

-Wait. The sponge.

I want you to heat it.

Outside, before,

you couldn't feel the cold.

Tommy.

-I'm calling Dr. Lipper.

-No. I'm afraid.

Jeez, I'm sorry.

-It's been happening for a while.

-What?

I've been losing sensitivity

to hot and cold.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Because I feel different.

Inside. I feel different.

Every moment.

Each one.

Tommy?

Oh, Jesus.

Don't worry, don't worry.

All right? I'm here. I will always be here.

Listen, I'm not really sure this is...

Gotcha.

-Hello?

-Alan. Tommy.

Tommy. How's Izzi?

-What's the earliest you can see us?

-Let me check my schedule.

It's time for you to read it.

Hey.

-How's 3?

-That's your earliest?

-I'm in surgery till then. Is it urgent?

-No, that's fine. Thanks, Alan. Bye.

-We're gonna see him tomorrow.

-Start it.

Tell me what you think.

-But it's not done.

-Not quite.

Don't answer it.

-Hello?

-Captain.

-What's wrong?

-Get down here.

-What is it?

-Donovan. I've never seen anything like it.

-Is he okay?

-He's fine. Perfectly fine.

-What's happening?

-You won't believe me.

You gotta see it for yourself.

Come. Come right away.

No, I can't now. I can't.

To Donovan.

-What's going on?

-Show him.

I came around 1 to check up on Donovan.

-Where is Donovan?

-That's him.

What? It can't be.

His scalp's almost healed.

There's hair growth.

-I didn't believe either. And it gets stranger.

-Antonio had me run some tests.

Donovan responded well. Really well.

Pulled up videos of him pre-op.

He's testing twice as well as last week.

An increase in neural activity...

...throughout all the areas

usually stunted by normal aging.

-And the tumor?

-No change.

The growth patterns are normal.

There's no positive or negative effect.

-We should tell Dr. Guzetti right away.

-No. No.

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