The Sender Page #3
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- 1982
- 91 min
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WHEN YOU:
REMEMBER EVERYTHING
THAT HAPPENED,
YOU WILL:
CONTROL IT.
I HOPE SHE:
NEVER COMES BACK.
YOURE SURE YOU DON WANT TO PLAY?
SAY, YOU OK, BROTHER?
HEY!
SAY, MY MAN?
SAY, YOU OK, BROTHER?
...RECENTLY ADMITTED
TO THEIR WARD:
SUFFERING FROM AMNESIA.
MAYBE YOU CAN HELP.
THERES NO IDENTIFICATION
ON HIM WHATSOEVER
WITH HIS MOTHER.
ITS CRUCIAL THA THE HOSPITAL CONTACT HER.
THE HOSPITAL KNOWS THA THEY LIVE IN A HOUSE
OR A CABIN:
NEAR A HIGHWAY.
OF THE HIGHWAY...
WHATS THE MATTER,
MAMAS BOY?
DO IT.
NO!
GIVE IT HERE.
ITS MINE.
GIVE IT TO ME!
GET YOUR HANDS:
OFF IT!
STOP IT!
OR HIS MOTHER,
IF YOU HAVE ANY:
INFORMATION WHATSOEVER,
INFORMATION WHATSOEVER,
IF YOU HAVE:
ANY INFORMATION--
INFORMATION, INFORMATION,
INFORMATION. INFORMATION...
DO IT!
SHUT UP!
COME ON! SAVE ME!
INFORMATION. INFORMATION...
PHONY.
MAMAS BOY.
PHONY.
MAMAS BOY!
PHONY!
PHONY.
PHONY!
HEY!
YOU!
WHAT THE HELLS:
HAPPENING:
WITH THE LIGHTS?
ARE THEY OUT,
THATS WHAT I MEAN.
YEAH,
JOHN DOE,
RON.
RON.
JOHN DOE?
I DONT KNOW,
DR. ERSKINE.
OK.
COME ON, JOHN.
HE DIDNT HAVE:
A HEAD.
ITS ALL RIGHT.
YOU TAKE JOHN DOE
BACK TO HIS WARD. OK?
RON, CALL DR. WARREN
AND TELL HER:
TO GET THE OPERATING
ROOM READY IMMEDIATELY.
YES, SIR.
AND LETS GE A STRETCHER HERE, OK?
RIGHT.
IN DREAMLESS SLEEP?
ABOUT 16 HOURS.
FEEDING HIM BARBITURATES.
PRECISELY.
BUT THE LONGER:
THE MORE LIKELY:
WELL, WHAT OPTIONS
DO YOU HAVE?
WE GO IN:
WITH MICROELECTRODES.
AND HES AWAKE:
THE WHOLE TIME?
FROM BEGINNING:
TO END.
THEN YOURE FLYING BLIND.
YOULL HAVE TO KNOCK OU HIS WHOLE LIMBIC SYSTEM.
NO.
FROM DREAMING, YOU MOS CERTAINLY WILL.
I MEAN, IF THATS
WHAT YOURE AFTER.
EVERY TIME:
HE HALLUCINATES,
IN EFFECT,
WELL BE IDENTIFYING
RESPONSIBLE:
FOR TELEPATHY.
HOW ABOUT THE:
KLEPTOMANIACS?
SORRY?
HOW DID YOU CURE
THE KLEPTOMANIACS,
THEIR HANDS?
DOCTOR DENMAN,
WERE GETTING:
SOME BETA.
OR MURDERED ANYBODY.
HE TRIED:
TO MURDER YOU.
HE NEARLY KILLED
THE MESSIAH.
HES TOTALLY:
WITHOUT CONTROL.
THEN BY ALL MEANS,
LETS CONTROL HIM.
DR. FARMER,
ABOUT THIS PATIENT.
WHAT ABOU HIS FEELINGS?
OR WERENT YOU:
GOING TO ASK HIM?
DR. DENMAN!
ALL RIGHT. INSIDE.
NURSE, COME WITH US.
TELL HER:
LEAVE ME ALONE!
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
HOW DID YOU:
GET IN HERE?
WHY COULDNT YOU:
BECAUSE YOU TRIED
TO KILL HIM,
DIDNT YOU?
WELL, YOU ARE
GOING TO HELP.
NOW YOURE GOING:
WHAT IS IT?
WHATS GOING ON?
SHERIFF PROUTY,
THIS IS DR. FARMER.
SHES BEEN WORKING
WITH THE BOY.
YOU BEEN:
TRYING TO LOCATE
HIS MOTHER?
YES.
WHAT HAPPENED?
THEY FOUND HER.
WHERE?
IN A CABIN BY:
POTTERS POND,
ABOUT FOUR MILES
NORTH OF HERE.
THATS IMPOSSIBLE.
I JUST SAW HER--
IN MY--IN MY OFFICE.
I DONT KNOW WHO:
HIS MOTHER.
DR. FARMER,
SHES DEAD.
THE GAS WAS:
THE OUTLETS TAPED,
THE VENTS:
STUFFED WITH TOWELS.
WE KNEW:
IT WASNT A SUICIDE.
THEN WE SAW:
ABOUT A RUNAWAY BOY.
THATS WHY:
HE ESCAPED.
HE KILLED HER.
NO. SHE TOLD HIM
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
BECAUSE I KNOW.
YOU COULDNT HAVE
TALKED TO HER.
SHES BEEN DEAD:
SHE WAS DEAD:
WHEN DOES:
TO POST A MAN.
OK, SURE.
ILL TAKE YOU.
IS THIS THE WOMAN
UH-HUH.
ITS BEDTIME,
COME ON.
NO.
TAKE HIM DOWN:
SLOWLY.
OK?
YEAH.
OK.
MAMA!
GET OUT OF THERE!
!
HURRY, HURRY!
WHERE IS HE?
STOP!
NO!
SHES DEAD!
GIVE ME YOUR KEY!
NO!
SHES DEAD!
NO! NO, TAKE ME
WITH YOU! PLEASE!
NO! WAIT!
WHAT?
I SAID,"WHERE ARE YOU
GOING TO GO?"
YES, IT IS.
COME TO ME.
IM SORRY.
I KNOW. POOR BABY.
COME ON, LIE DOWN.
THATS BETTER.
CLOSE YOUR EYES.
THERE YOU GO.
SHH.
NOW I LAY ME:
DOWN TO SLEEP.
I PRAY THE LORD:
MY SOUL TO KEEP.
IF I SHOULD DIE:
BEFORE I WAKE...
I PRAY THE LORD:
MY SOUL TO TAKE.
THATS A GOOD BOY.
WHERE DO YOU THINK
YOURE GOING?
FROM ME AGAIN.
SHES NOT REAL.
SHES DEAD.
SWEET JESUS,
GOING TO LEARN?
THERES NO PLACE:
GO BACK TO SLEEP.
DIE.
NO!
I FELL ASLEEP.
WHEN I WOKE UP,
SHE WAS DEAD.
AND HEADED DOWN:
THE HIGHWAY.
I MUST HAVE PASSED OU BY THE LAKE.
WHEN I CAME TO,
I COULDN REMEMBER ANYTHING,
EXCEPT I WANTED:
TO DIE:
CAUSE SHE WANTED
ME DEAD.
AT THE SAME TIME,
I WANTED HELP.
AND I WAS--
AND I WAS AFRAID,
SO AS LONG AS:
AS LONG AS I DIDN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED,
I DIDNT HAVE:
TO FACE THE TRUTH.
I HATE WHA SHE TRIED TO DO TO ME,
COMPLETELY GONE.
ANY QUESTIONS?
WHAT YOU:
GOING TO DO?
WHATS IT MATTER?
SO LONG, BROTHER.
SEE YOU WHEN:
WEVE WON THE WAR.
COME ON, COME ON.
YOU, UH, YOU LOOK
AFTER YOURSELF NOW, OK?
GOOD-BYE.
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