The Kovak Box Page #3

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Do you think

you can give them

an accurate description

of this guy?

Why, for Christs sake?

Everybody has branded me

as a f***ing junkie,

Even the newspapers, Who's

gonna believe anything I say?

Nobody gives a sh*t

about what happened

or that some f***ing nutcase

told me I was dead already,

Can you describe

this guy?

Of course I can,

He was this far away!

Okay, okay, so,

describe him,

What? You don't

believe me either?

That's just great!

Listen, Silvia,

Nobody's in a hurry

to believe me,

Now remember,

I am on your side,

Let's do this

together, okay?

I can see him, but I just

can't put it into words,

Try, try, try,

He was... run of the mill, ordinary...

You're the writer,

not me,

It helps sometimes, when I'm

trying to build a character,

take a look around at

the people, like that guy,

Over there,

drinking the beer,

No, he was slim,

All right, let's find somebody else

who's slim and reminds you of him,

And then we'll build the

face like a jigsaw puzzle,

Just take a look around,

[Villon playing]

Silvia?

There was music,

What?

Before it all happened,

I was in the shower and I answered

the phone, then I heard music,

And then

I began to feel bad,

That's the last thing

I remember

before I woke

up in the hospital,

Who was

on the phone?

I don't know,

But a name flashed up

on my cell phone,

Where's your cell phone?

It's gonna be in the memory,

Charlie,

[Buzz]

(neighbor in Spanish) If you're ringing

the 3rd floor you won't get an answer,

There's nobody at home?

The boy who lived there was killed

yesterday in a bike accident,

They say he was driving up

the wrong side of the highway,

Silvia, so listen,

there's no coincidence here,

We're dealing with bits and pieces

that make up a bigger puzzle,

And if the phone call

had anything to do with it,

it means Jane probably

received it as well,

It had to have been

the last number,

What is it?

It's the same call,

Are you sure?

Yeah,

Gloomy Sunday,

And that music,

that woman singing?

It's a song title,

Some Hungallant wrote It,

He ended up

taking the big leap,

Others had the same Idea, It seems,

The song had

a strange effect on them,

How come you know

so much about it?

Because as a kid

It obsessed me,

So much so, I made it the

title of my first novel,

In my novel, everyone

gets an implant at birth,

A State-controlled device that when

activated, drives people to suicide,

Meaning that the State can

eliminate whoever it wants

without getting

its hands dirty,

Those people

against the system,

they simply wipe

themselves out,

They call it

self-elimination,

Sound, uh, familiar?

Sounds like pure fiction,

(female voice)

Where are you going?

Where's your boss? I mean, the

President of the Vernon Foundation,

the man who brought me to this

island, I wanna speak to him,

There must be

some mistake,

The villa is rented out

for events,

If you would like

information on

who books the villa...

you can't go in there!

[Jazz music]

Same handwriting,

[Cheering]

[Music and shouting]

Now what?

Now we wait,

He's calling the shots,

You think if they knew

they were gonna die tomorrow,

they'd give a sh*t

about that stupid game?

You're not gonna

die tomorrow,

But this might be

my last beer,

Yes, or mine

or anyone else's,

I'm sorry,

I'm overreacting,

It's just that it seems as if

everyone around me ends up dying,

I'm still here,

Is that him?

Yeah,

wait here,

My dear fellow, you can't imagine

how glad I am to see you again,

The other night, we werent

even properly introduced,

Frank Kovak,

Please, sit down,

I imagine you're tired

of listening to people

who approach you

with the same Intention,

However, I'm convinced

that this will interest you,

What Is it?

To quote the expression that you

yourself used at the conference,

a virus,

The germ

of a great story,

So you've brought me

all this way

to pitch me a story,

I understand your surprise,

But this

is not just any story,

It's something quite new,

The opportunity that every

writer dreams of having someday,

Tell me something,

What is the connection

between Gloomy Sunday

and what's been happening

on the island?

Do you really not know?

Unfortunately,

all wars have

their casualties,

Give me one good f***ing reason

not to tear your head off!

You and that girl

make a fine couple,

don't you think?

What are you getting at?

Her last beer,

It could be now,

Tomorrow,

The day after,

Fear,

That's the key,

If those who rebel

against the system,

end up killing themselves,

the rest will then

toe the line,

That idea

is from your book,

What I wrote

was a story,

Our imagination

Is never Innocent, David,

From the moment you start to

imagine it, it began to exist,

Self-elimination,

There you have it,

Your prophecy fulfilled,

For over 50 years,

the world

has lived in peace,

thanks to a bomb,

Now, It will do so,

thanks to you,

To us,

One could say that you're the

real father of this project,

Although getting

to this point,

has not by any means,

been easy,

The world Is full of

bureaucrats and gray people

who need to see

to believe,

They don't want theories,

They require proof,

And I'm not talking about

tests done on animals,

What are you?

You need to ponder things,

And understand,

Then we'll be ready

to help each other,

Only then,

[Cheering]

Oh, hey,

Get a load of this,

Frank Kovak,

the untold story,

Half a century

of dubious achievements,

Born In Hungary, 1935,

Three brothers

but only he survived the war,

after which he and his parents

emigrated to America,

Now, a gifted student,

scholarship to Harvard,

1957, and then he graduated

first In his class,

thanks to a highly

praised experiment,

The Kovak Box,

It consisted of a maze In which

a rat's behavior was conditioned

by a series of stimuli

and deterrents,

At the time, It was considered

the biggest breakthrough

In behavioral research

since Pavlov's dog,

His future could

not have been brighter,

until this newspaper here

published a photo

of him doling the same experiments

applying It to human beings,

There was a scandal, The academic

world turned their back on him,

but the CIA, they got

their hands on him,

and they offered him unlimited means

to continue the same exact experiments,

all very hush-hush, though,

How could they photograph

such a thing?

In 1979, my first book,

Gloomy Sunday, was published,

In 1980, Kovak started what he

called the Gloomy Sunday Project,

However, certain facts came

to light about the consequences

that these experiments had

on various people,

resulting In the families of 12, uh,

victims suing the federal government,

So the CIA, they needed a scapegoat,

Kovak, he fled the country,

But he starts over from scratch doling

the same stuff for other governments,

until three years ago, he was

diagnosed with a brain tumor,

At which point, he retired

and moved to this Island,

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