The Lawnmower Man Page #4

Marnie, are you OK?

Marnie, I couldn't stop.

Dr. Angelo said

nothing could happen.

I didn't mean to hurt you!

What did Dr. Angelo do to me?

I have to find out.

I can't fly to f***ing

Washington tomorrow!

I told you...

I have to resolve some problems

before presenting my work.

This is premature.

I'm not ready.

You're ready enough.

Oh, sh*t.

Be reasonable.

I can't keep

this secret any longer.

We can't cut ourselves off

from the hand that feeds us.

I thought you

were doing lawns today.

I wish I were.

Mind over matter, Dr. Angelo.

Not a miracle.

A fact.

I have to run some tests.

Get a clearer picture.

This is all so new.

It's not new.

I realize that

nothing we've been doing is new.

We haven't been tapping

into new areas of the brain.

We've just been

awakening the most ancient.

This technology is simply

a route to powers...

that conjurers and alchemists

used centuries ago.

The human race

lost that knowledge...

and now I'm reclaiming it

through virtual reality.

You're moving too fast.

Even with all these new

abilities, there are dangers.

Man may evolve a thousandfold

through this technology...

but the rush must

be tempered with wisdom.

You're trying to get

inside my head, Jobe.

I can feel you pushing.

You realize, Dr. Angelo...

that my intelligence

has surpassed yours...

and I can't allow your fear

of what you don't understand...

to get in the way of this work.

The treatments have to continue.

We have no choice.

I was terrified of him.

I'm sure he knew it.

He surpassed me, all right.

But his insights seem...

twisted.

I fear for Jobe's sanity.

This Washington trip couldn't

come at a worse time.

So as you can see, the results

with this one human subject...

indicate unlimited applications

for mental disability alone...

such as retardation,

Alzheimer's.

And the possibilities

for education are staggering.

With the proper funding,

we could perfect this...

within the year.

Right.

Any questions?

The Director wants to know...

if you've noticed

any significant changes...

since the Project 5

formula was reinstated.

We only reinstated

those formulas a few days ago.

Not enough time

for any findings.

Wait a minute.

What are you talking about?

I was going to speak with you

about this after the meeting.

The Shop requested

that we resume...

the original Batch 5 with Jobe.

You idiot.

You goddamn idiot!

Do you know

what you have done?

There is no telling what

the Project 5 abstract...

will do to a human being.

Do you understand me?

What Project 5

will do to a human...

is exactly

what we want to find out.

You know what it did

to Roscoe 1138...

and he was the most advanced

chimp we ever had!

Before that, there were

two other chimps...

who got

into fits of rage so severe...

they tore each other apart!

That's it, isn't it?

It's always like that

with you guys.

It only leads

to one thing:
war.

Why didn't you include

the development...

of Jobe's other abilities

in your report, Larry?

Don't look so shocked.

You may have tried

to hide it...

but I have witnessed what your

new formulas, not Batch Five...

have done to your human subject.

I've had enough.

Make sure he goes back

to the hotel.

What other abilities?

Your behavior cost us

a lot of ground tonight.

I had to talk for hours

to repair the damage.

My behavior?

You f***ing sycophant.

You've been lying

to me all along.

For security reasons.

Piss off!

Look, without The Shop's

financial involvement...

this project wouldn't exist.

Then maybe it shouldn't.

I hate to be the one

to break it to you, Larry...

but the concept

of dirty money went out...

when the Catholic Church

got into banking 300 years ago.

It's all dirty money.

For Christ's sake, don't let

some juvenile ethics problem...

get in your way.

Your research is too important.

You'll be more

realistic in a few days.

They're going to pick up

Jobe and bring him here.

The Director wants

a personal demonstration...

of his... progress.

They're not going to get Jobe.

There's no walking away, Larry.

All right. Let's get him.

Yes, sir.

Sh*t.

They're here to pick me up

as well. Right, Timms?

You can't leave!

You're integral to the project!

Oh, sh*t!

Go check the other wing.

You forgot your messages.

No, it's too much!

I'm Shop, Dr. Angelo.

You're going to have

to come with me.

Oh, excuse me.

Here. Here, take that.

What do I do with this?

Cover him.

Devil in your head.

Who you talking to, half-wit?

Which of God's lessons...

I told you not to play

with that moron.

Devil in your head.

Sh*t!

There's no need to panic, Timms.

We know where he's going.

We'll send a grab team

in tomorrow...

and pick them both up at once.

I want you to get back there.

Cancel Angelo's clearance

at VSI.

We don't want him stealing

his work, now, do we?

I'll let you know

what the next step is...

after we've had a chance

to examine Jobe Smith.

Give me strength, that I might

prepare the way...

for those who will follow.

Who's there?

Hail, Mary, full of grace...

Who is it?

Who's there?

The church

is closed for the night.

Come back tomorrow.

I'll hear your confession.

I've come for your confession.

I don't want you here

tonight, Jobe.

Leave me alone. Get out.

The good Father McKeen.

Took in the poor idiot

nobody wanted.

What have you done?

The Devil's taken you.

Judgment Day is here!

Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned.

They're impatient for you.

I have unclean thoughts,

but deliver me.

In hell!

I've used thy name

in profane fantasies.

I have committed

cruel acts of molestation.

Be done!

What are you doing here?

What, you going

to do some night mowing?

You're a strange motherf***er...

and I am too tired for this,

Lawnmower Man.

So why don't you

take your silly ass...

and go trick-or-treating

or something?

Sh*t!

F***!

Get away!

Don't hurt me.

Please.

Lawnmower Man's

in your head now, Jake.

There's no escape, ever.

Stop taking his side, Carla!

You're treating him

like a little girl!

Damn!

I'm so sorry, Peter.

Why is Dad getting so bad?

I don't know, baby.

He's sick.

Damn kid's toys.

lf, in fact, that occurs,

it would mean...

he is one

of the select few...

who has been

in every Wrestlemania...

all seven of them.

Talk about talented!

How long would Bobby last

south of the border?

What's that noise?

Help me!

You are going to die!

Hold on.

All right. Come on through.

Hell of a thing.

Hello, Lieutenant.

I'm Dr. Angelo.

I live next door.

What's happened here?

Thanks for coming over.

You saved us a trip.

We're just taking statements

from all the neighbors...

just to see if they saw or

heard anything unusual.

There's a little boy.

His name is Peter.

Has anything happened to him?

Oh, no, he's fine.

It's just his dad...

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Where's the rest of him?

Birdbath.

Did you say the birdbath?

Birdbath.

Lieutenant,

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