Vanilla Sky Page #4

- Caring about what?

About the consequences of

the promises that you've made.

- Promises?

- Yeah, the promises.

I thought--

Get the f***--

What are you talking about?

Do you understand how hard it is

to pretend to be your buddy?

David, I love you.

I f***ing love you!

I f***ing love you!

F***!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't do this.

Don't do this.

You f***ed me four times

the other night.

You've been inside me.

I swallowed your cum.

That means something.

Slow down.

Four times-- it means something.

- Four times.

- Stop the car.

Twenty-four hours a day, I live

with this aching possibility...

that you might call me

to do something.

Let's go to your house.

I wanna see where you live.

Just slow down.

I want you to stop the car!

Don't you know when you sleep

with someone...

your body makes a promise

whether you do or not?

Tell me something, David.

Do you believe in God?

What are you doing?

Okay, I love you.

I love you.

Don't do it!

You're amazing.

Did you get to work all right?

No, actually,

I had a horrible dream.

You dreamed you'd never

.

see me again.

I left your apartment,

I went downstairs to the car...

and my friend, the stalker,

had followed me there.

Yes. And she wanted

to talk to me.

And I remember I had this buzz,

you know...

that buzz from you and me.

I think my mind was still on

that terrible drawing of me.

But she was upset...

about-- I don't know.

I got in the car and...

she drove off a bridge...

and committed suicide

with me in the car.

I thought you were going

straight to work.

But I survived...

with my arm and my face...

reconstructed.

And what's worse...

is that I can't wake up.

And how was your house

after the party?

Party?

What party?

The party.

Remember?

Red dress, strappy shoes.

I spilled something

on your shirt.

Sweet and sour.

And the saddest girl

to ever hold a martini.

My dreams are a cruel jokke.

They taunt me.

Even in my dreams,

I'm an idiot...

who knows he's about

to wake up to reality.

If I could only avoid sleep.

But I can 't.

I try to tell myself

what to dream.

I try to dream that I'm flying.

Something free.

It never works.

Is that the only thing you dream?

I don't-- I don't remember.

Do you dream about

the car accident?

Here's what you remember

from a coma.

Nothing.

What happened next?

What really happened?

What, didn't you read

the file?

I was out for

three-and-a-half weeks.

My face and my arm shattered and

my jaw was broken in four places.

No surgery could be performed

because of the coma.

You can't feel the darkness...

or numbness.

You can't even feel.

And then...

I came back to life.

Just like that dog.

Benny. You know, Benny the dog.

Benny. Benny the dog.

Only my life

was no longer normal.

There are blinding migraines now--

nerve damage.

Why?

This is how

big business operates--

random accidents...

a lifestyle mishap.

They are not coincidences.

How do you think

airtight contracts are broken?

These are power upheavals.

I'm from Ohio.

We don't have power upheavals.

They are in the news every day

right between the lines.

Someone did this to me.

My father wrote about this

in his book.

Chapter one, page one...

paragraph one--

"What is the answer to 99

out of 100 questions?

Money."

David, look,

I don't wanna worry you.

I'm holding them off,

but we got a situation here.

The bylaws of the board

protect your 51 % vote...

only if you're mentally acute.

I'm sorry that poor girl died...

but you've handed the board

a real gift with your mishap.

They'd like to declare you

incapacitated.

But you're back.

You sound good to me,

so let's fight the f***ers...

and have a full recovery.

And maybe you should let

people see you, yeah?

The last time we were together

.

you were in a coma...

and you were very

f***ing rude to me.

You didn't say a word.

Yes, well, the rumors of my death

have been mildly exaggerated.

Who could I trust?

The ants were taking over

the anthill.

Who could I trust?

The cranial structure

was based on 30 pins...

and fastened by micro-panels

and bits of bone from the mandible.

It appears the cartilage graphs

have maintained your cheek structure.

Unfortunately,

because you were in a coma--

Doctors. Their power is in jargon,

so you study up.

Is that the procedure for all

bilateral per orbital hecatombs...

in a LeFort Three fracture

of a comatose patient?

- In a LeFort Three?

- You do your best.

Absolutely.

The potential for intracranial

brain damage was too great.

Beyond the cheek grafts,

Dr. Pomeranz...

are the pins fastened with any kind

of aluminum which could ionize...

and cause that pressure

in my head?

- I'm ready for another operation.

- We are working on processes.

But you're specifically not at

the stage where we can experiment.

Experiment. Use me.

The headaches will go away.

These are more than headaches.

These are like steel plates

slicing through my every thought.

We're not cowboys.

We can't just wing it.

Because I can't think straight

most of the time.

- We can increase your medication.

- Oh, yes, medication.

And there are things

that we'll continue to investigate.

However, there are so many others

who've not had the aesthetic benefit...

of plastic surgery

as you have.

This isn't about vanity,

Dr. Pomeranz.

This isn't about vanity.

This is about functioning

in the world.

It's my job to be out there

functioning.

I've got the money.

I'll pay any amount.

Just invent something.

Just play jazz.

You say you're

the best face man in New York.

F***ing prove it.

- We could do something about your arm.

- F*** my arm!

Nobody here takes your feelings

for granted.

We did prepare something for you

based on the preliminary examination.

Tell me. Bring it on.

It's sometimes useful

in the early stages of rejection.

It's a facial prosthetic.

It was two weeks in the making.

- Thank you, Carly.

- You're welcome, Doctor.

A facial prosthetic.

The aesthetic replacement

does work...

emotionally and actually.

The plastic in the aesthetic shield

also blocks out abusive rays...

and assists in

the regeneration of cells.

So it's an aesthetic

regenerative shield.

That's correct. Exactly.

The ergonomics of the plate barrier

allows it to interact reflexively...

with the movements

of your own face.

I see.

- It's a helpful unit.

- Good.

Because for a minute there,

I thought we were talking...

about a f***ing mask!

It's only a mask...

if you treat it that way.

It's great. This completely

takes care of Halloween.

But what about the other

A new form of me

began to take shape.

I planned my reemergence...

like the Normandy invasion.

Sofia. Sofia.

Sofia Serrano.

I'll just say it.

I did my homework.

I read every memo.

Thomas Tipp was right.

People will read again.

I attended the monthly board meeting

with the Seven Dwarfs by video hookup.

Because people

aren't buying books.

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