X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes Page #4

Synopsis: Dr. James Xavier is a world renowned scientist experimenting with human eyesight. He devises a drug, that when applied to the eyes, enables the user to see beyond the normal realm of our sight (ultraviolet rays etc.) it also gives the user the power to see through objects. Xavier tests this drug on himself, when his funding is cut off. As he continues to test the drug on himself, Xavier begins to see, not only through walls and clothes, but through the very fabric of reality!
Director(s): Roger Corman
Production: Orion Home Video
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
88%
NOT RATED
Year:
1963
79 min
270 Views


And you?

What about you, Mr. Mentallo?

First, money.

And then, to be able to open my eyes.

A wonderful performance.

- Green, go get a doctor, quick.

- Right.

She's got a broken leg.

Crane, get some wood for splints

and some rope.

She's also got two broken ribs.

How do you know?

Never mind.

Take hold of her, it's gonna hurt.

Take it easy.

- These are all I could find.

- They'll do.

- The doctor's on his way.

- Good.

I also saw two broken ribs.

Hang on to this

while I immobilize this leg.

You've got the power,

the power to see inside.

Shut up.

- Here he comes now. Here he is.

- Here comes the doctor.

Good. He can take over.

- You ain't no mind-reader.

- No?

But I know what you are.

What am I?

You're a healer. A healer of the sick.

I watched you over there.

You looked right through that girl

and you knew what was wrong.

A broken leg shows.

But not broken ribs.

I couldn't see nothing.

Don't you understand?

It means money,

more money than you could make

in 10 years working on the pier.

You can heal them

just by laying on your hands.

You're out of your mind.

But you can look right through a guy

and see what's wrong with him, can't you?

You said you wanted money, didn't you?

We could set up a place in the city.

Nothing fancy, no advertising.

Just through word.

When you're poor, the word gets around

about a man

that can heal just by looking.

And we don't charge them a thing,

not one penny.

What about your money then, Mr. Crane?

Donations, Mr. Mentallo.

Everybody gives what he can.

Just what he can.

Here it is.

It ain't much,

but you said it don't matter.

Any other rooms?

Two,

the bedroom and another storage room

about half the size of this one.

- Let's see them.

- Right.

The one in the back is the storage room.

Wait. I'll tell you this once,

and that's all.

You will never enter these rooms.

Never, under any circumstances.

All right, all right.

Whatever you say, Doc.

He's there.

It's just like I said, honest.

I'm afraid, Mr. Crane.

Now, you come along.

Maybe he will, maybe he won't.

- He's asleep.

- It won't take a second.

Healer, I brought you someone.

Who are you?

It's me, Crane. Don't you remember?

Yes. Crane.

I didn't mean to wake you.

I brought Mrs. Mart. This is her.

She says she's pained and sick to death.

I thought you might be willing

to tell her something.

I have this pain in my back.

It's tight, like a fist. And it grows.

I think it's a cancer come to eat me.

It's nothing. Nothing.

Just tiredness and age,

and nothing.

And the pain?

It'll be gone soon.

I was afraid,

but you are a good man.

She's going.

She's beyond my help.

She said you were a good man.

I guess she knows.

She's a smart old woman.

She'll pass the word.

What?

You're a healer. You can heal.

I can't heal. I only look.

And I tell what I see.

Sure. I know what you mean, Doc.

But that's enough.

You wait and see.

In one week's time,

this place will be so packed

you'll be turning them away.

The effects of the compound

are still unpredictable.

At times,

I can see through walls, through stone

just as easily as I can see

through the air.

At other times, I can hardly penetrate

the first layer of a man's skin.

Sometimes I wonder

why I keep on searching.

I don't want power or fame or...

I told you never to set foot in here.

Yeah.

You got quite a setup here.

You got people waiting, lots of them.

I'll be with them in a minute.

You better come now.

Here he is now.

Here he is.

All right, everybody, just take it easy.

The healer will see everybody

in a few minutes.

You, miss.

Hey, hey, you ain't in line.

I'm his friend.

I never saw you before.

I've never been here before.

Hey!

Sit down.

There's nothing wrong with you,

young lady.

You're perfectly healthy.

Why are you here?

To see you, Jim.

- Diane?

- Yes.

How did you find me?

I left the foundation,

took up my practice again.

Patients. First one, then others.

They came to me for treatment knowing

exactly what was wrong with them.

Only one man could tell them that.

It took me more than a month to find you,

but I knew who I was looking for.

I didn't want to see you again.

But I'm here now.

Yes. If what I'm seeing is really you.

No, don't. It's worse without them.

- The "X" effect?

- Yes.

Double. Sometimes triple.

And sometimes, when I look up

and I see all those people above me,

pressing down upon me,

the whole of humanity.

And at night, while they sleep,

I close my eyes and I can still see

through my own eyelids.

Oh, Lord.

I'd give anything,

anything to have dark.

I've come to help, if I can.

You can't go on like this.

They're bound to discover you.

You've got to go away somewhere

where it's safe.

No, no. You ain't going nowhere.

I'm not letting you go.

Not when things are

just starting to pay off.

Haven't you had enough

out of their misery?

Only my share.

My share for keeping you

out of the hands of the cops.

I've got my power over you,

Mr. Mentallo.

Dr. James Xavier.

I've known about you for some time.

Ever since we hit this town.

But I don't care.

As long as I get my share.

Get out of my sight.

Get out of my way!

You leave now and I'll turn you in,

that's what I'll do.

I'll see you hang, you murderer!

No, you're not gonna get out of here.

I'll tell you that.

You're not gonna get out.

You won't get away!

He ain't no healer. He ain't.

He looks inside you and he gives you

the sickness. And you die! Killer!

- Murderer!

- Watch out!

Murderer! Police, police!

What do you see?

This city, as if it were unborn,

rising into the sky

with fingers of metal,

limbs without flesh,

girders without stone,

signs hanging without support,

wires dipping and swaying without poles.

A city unborn,

its flesh dissolved in an acid of light.

A city of the dead.

Diane, I'm sorry,

but I've got to get away.

I must go somewhere I can work,

where I can solve this thing,

- learn to control it.

- Where?

Anywhere. Across the border,

anywhere where I can work.

- It'll take money.

- I know.

Would you come with me?

Yes.

You know,

across the desert is a place

where they have more money

than I'll ever need.

And I can get it.

As a matter of fact, I'm the only

man in the world, probably,

who can get it

and get away with it.

You wait here. I'll be back in a moment.

You've taken the drug again.

I had to. The effect is wearing down.

Are you all right?

For what I have to do, yes. Come on.

- Are you nearly finished with this machine?

- This machine's nearly finished me.

It's set to jackpot in two plays.

Here.

- I don't gamble.

- This is not gambling.

Well, what next?

Over there.

Eighteen.

Can't win them all, darling.

Hit me.

Fine.

Twenty. Pay the point.

Twenty-one.

You don't seem very worried.

It's the house's money.

Ain't mine, win or lose.

Blackjack.

Blackjack pays one-and-a-half times.

Hit me.

- He can't lose.

- Again.

Once more.

Fine.

Twenty.

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Robert Dillon

Robert Dillon is a screenwriter and film producer. In 1976 he was nominated by the Writers Guild of America for Best Drama Written Directly for the Screen for French Connection II. In 2001 he was nominated for an Independent Spirit Award for Best Screenplay for Waking the Dead. Beginning his career in 1959, he has nearly fifty years of experience. more…

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