The idling jets could be replaced with smaller jets that would compensate.
And with a tach, he could just watch his rpms so it didn't over-rev.
Usually just backing off on the gas pedal...
...causes it to upshift if the automatic linkage doesn't.
What are you grease monkeys up to?
Bob's got a bent choke shaft.
-How much does this Impala weigh? -Weighs about 1000 pounds.
Thousand pounds traveling at 80 miles per hour builds up a force of--
That's 1000 pounds with passengers in it and a full tank of gas.
-For a fact? Okay. -How many passengers?
-Twelve. -Six in the front, six in the back.
No, that's 11 in the back and the driver sitting alone in the front.
Extra weight on the rear wheels is to keep from fishtailing.
We talking about 12 50-pound passengers?
-Kids' soccer team. -Now, is that metal or plastic cleats?
-Metal cleats for safety. -Okay, my computations are complete.
You are just heckle tweak, but you are bug-bite squared.
-What kind of bug? -About-to-get-fucked-up-bitch beetle.
-Hey, come on. Cool it, you guys. -Tell me--
Step back. Freck-and-frack, Ernie's on the attack.
-What is this? -Come on.
-I'm desperately afraid. -I'm gonna knock your nads...
...up into your nostrils for talking to your betters that way.
All right. I'm a technician, you're an interloper.
You are constitutionally incapable of not shutting the fuck up.
-Bring it! -Shut the fuck up!
No, no, proctology boy, I'm coming after you.
Shut it. Hey. Hey.
I have the perfect tool for this job.
-I was only kidding him. -Fuck.
Fuck!
What if he goes in there and he gets his gun and his silencer?
I'm leaving. This place has become unsafe.
No, hey, hey, Freck. No, come on. You're a bro, man. Stick around.
What's the hammer for, Barris?
No, I just saw it inside and thought I, you know, should bring it along with me.
-Same with this. -You ready?
Yeah, what do you want?
-Come on, hammerhead. -Shut up.
-Make a move. -Don't like it.
Okay. lf you guys are gonna kill each other, I'm splitting.
-It's getting very fucked up over here. -Hey, Freck.
The most dangerous kind of person is the one who's afraid of his own shadow.
-What is that supposed to mean? -I'll tell you.
It means that if you take too much of that stuff...
...you not only start seeing bugs all over...
...but you start talking like...and no one can understand you.
What'd you say, Barris? I didn't understand.
See, you guys are fucked up.
No, no, it is y-uck-uck-ou that are fuck-ucked-ed up.
Hey, go Freck yourself.
Don't take the car, you'll kill yourself.
So this guy's been going around claiming to be a world-famous impostor, right?
Says he's posed, at one time or another, as a surgeon at John Hopkins...
...as a theoretical, submolecular, high-velocity...
...particle-research physicist on a federal grant at Harvard...
...as a Finnish novelist who won the Nobel Prize for literature...
...as a deposed Argentinean president...
...who was married to a go-go dancer from Chicago--
He got away with all that?
-He never got caught? -Okay, you broke my flow...
...so now I guess I'll just have to segue down to the near.
That's just it. You see, he didn't pose as any of those.
He just posed as a world-famous impostor. Yeah.
It came out later in the L.A. Times.
They checked up, and he was pushing a broom at Disneyland or something.
He saw that old DiCaprio movie.
You know, the one where he plays a world-famous impostor...
...before Leonardo hit his Elvis stage.
And his first thought was:
“Hey, I could pose as all those exotic guys and get away with it. ?
But then, his next thought was, “Hell, why bother?
I could just pose as an impostor, and it'd be a lot easier. ?
They say that he made more money than the actual impostor...
...although I'm not sure if they'd adjust for inflation.
Well, you know, we all see impostors now and then...
...but not posing as subatomic physicists.
Oh, as a narc, you mean.
What's a narc look like?
That's like asking, “What's an impostor look like??/i>
I talked to this dealer who 'd been busted.
I asked him what the narc who busted him looked like.
What did he say, he looked just like us?
More so.
So I guess the moral of that is...
...stay away from guys looking the same as us.
Well, there are female narcs.
Oh, hey, I'd like to meet one of those.
No, I don 't mean a female. I mean just the narc, knowingly, like, positive.
Sure. So you could positively know. And you will.
When he slaps the cuffs on, you'll know for sure, when that day comes.
How could a guy do that?
Pose as a narc?
-What? -What?
Pose as a narc?
-No, you said it. So yeah. -Pose as a narc.
Oh, sh-- Shit, I'm spaced.
Pose as a narc, wow.
Pose as a narc.
My brains are scrambled today.
Christ, Barris, what the fuck?
Yes, hi. How are you?
I have something somewhat emergent to report.
I don 't know if I should be summoning the inhalator squad...
...or the resuscitation squad.
Yes, ma 'am?
I don 't know. I don 't want to say it's not cardiac arrest...
...but it's either that or an involuntary asphyxiation of a bolus within the--
The address, yes. The address is simple...
...although I've never sent myself a piece of mail here.
Seven-- Seven-- Seven-zero-niner. Street? Is the street relevant?
-Come on. -Tell you this much, it is a cul-de-sac.
Does that technically qualify as a street?
I'm pleased to report we won 't be needing your assistance after all.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
There you go. Took care of itself.
-Okay. -Oh, Jesus.
You all right? There you go.
I must've passed out.
-Yeah. -Well, you-- I was dreaming.
-Must have almost died. -Yeah.
Shit.
And what were you doing while I was being escorted by dead relatives...
... to the bright light? Jacking off?
No, no, no. You saw me. I was on the phone.
I summoned the paramedics.
-I sprung into action without delay. -Bullshit. You were cleaning your pipe.
I was wrapping my pipe. You were unconscious.
You the only person in the universe who never heard of the Heimlich maneuver?
All right, I'm gonna give you a little feedback...
...since you seem to be proceeding through life like a cat without whiskers...
...perpetually caught behind the refrigerator.
Your life and watching you live it...
...is like a gag reel of ineffective bodily functions.
I swear to God that a toddler has a better understanding...
...of the intricacies of chew, swallow, digest...
...don 't kill yourself on your TV dinner.
And yet, you've managed to turn this near-death fuck-up of yours...
...into a moral referendum on me.
-You are a monster! -Oh, fuck.
-You are a billy goat. -A sick, depraved un--
Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed...
...by what was happening around him, decided finally to off himself.
There was no problem in the circles where he hung out...
...in putting an end to yourself.
You just bought a large quantity of downers...
...and took them with cheap wine.
The planning part had to do with the artifacts...
...he wanted found on him by later archeologists.
He had spent several days deciding...
...much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself.
He would be found lying on his back on his bed...
... with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead...
...and an unfinished letter to Exxon...
...protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card.
That way, he would indict the system and achieve something by his death...
...over and above what the death itself achieved.
At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue...
...and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine...
...instead of Ripple or Thunderbird.
So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors...
... which specialized in fine wines...
...and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot...
... which set him back almost $ 7 0.
Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it...
...and tried to think of something meaningful, but could not.
And then, with a glass of merlot, gulped down all the pills at once.
However, he had been burned.
Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate.
The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions...
... was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.
You're gonna read me my sins?
It's gonna take 100,000 hours?
Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity.
The list will never end.
“The Sins of Freck. ?
Charles Freck wished he could take back the last half-hour of his life.
“Age 6, in the first grade: theft of fingernail clippers.
3:08 p.m. Theft.
You did knowingly and with malice punch your baby sister, Evelyn.
Kicking the dog.
December: theft of Christmas presents.
One million lies. Destruction of... . ?
One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade...
... the year he had discovered masturbation.
“November 14th: Percodan.
Vicodin. Cocaine. ?
Charles Freck thought, “At least I got a good wine. ?/i>
Where did Substance D come from?
Why can't we stop it?
The bigger this war gets, the more freedoms we lose...
...the more Substance D is on our streets.
Can't you figure this out?
Look around you. Look how far we've come.
Humanity wasn't meant to live like this.
Our every waking moment tracked and traced and scanned.
It's time to stop submitting to this tyranny.
It's time to realize that we're being enslaved.
It's our tax dollars at work. Protect us from ourselves.
Hey, guys, I used to be one of you.
Stop selling out your own species.
Hey. Get in.
You scared me.
Got something for you.
I'm seeing some crazy shit tonight.
What do you mean?
That fucking Barris.
You know how he works?
He doesn't kill anybody...
...but he hangs around until the situation arises where they die.
And then he just sits there.
And he sort of sets them up in the first place while he stays out of it.
But I'm not sure how.
Hey, do you have that money for the stuff? I need it tonight.
-Yeah. I have it. -Okay.
You know, I don't like Barris.
And I don't trust him.
Guy's fucking crazy.
And when you're around him, you start acting crazy.
And then when you're not around him, you're fine.
You're acting crazy now.
-I am? -Yes.
Hey, will you take me to a concert next weekend at Anaheim Stadium?
Sure.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Yeah. Which night?
It's Sunday afternoon.
Whatever you want.
Well, I'll just drive over to my place.
You have the money, you'll give it to me.
We'll kick back, drop some Death...
...maybe get some tequila.
All right.
Hey, Donna, do you like cats?
Drippy little things.
Moving along about a foot above the ground.
Above?
You mean, on the ground?
Just dripping...
...behind furniture.
Little spring flowers with blue in them that come up first.
Yeah.
-Before the-- -Before someone stomps on them...
...and they're all gone.
It's like you know me.
You can read me.
Can I put my arms around you?
-I wanna hug you, okay? -No.
-What? -Look, I do a lot of coke, okay?
I just have to be really careful because I do a lot of coke.
So just leave my body alone, okay?
Okay.
Sure.
Yeah.
You know, fuck it.
Hey, I-- I'm sorry.
I just don't like it when people grope my body...
...and I have to watch out for that because I snort so much coke.
That's fucking lame. I gotta go.
Your car's not fixed.
I drove you here, I'll drive you back.
Bob.
Bob, wait.
Please.
Please wait.
I didn't mean-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I'm just-- I'm so out of it right now.
I-- Sometimes after I've worked really hard all day, I--
Please, come back.
Come on. With the tequila.
How much do you do?
Not that much. And I don't shoot up.
I never have and I never will. I--
Once you start shooting, you got like six months, maybe.
And even tap water.
You get a habit.
You have a habit.
We all do.
I mean, so what? What's the difference?
I'm happy.
-Aren't you happy? -Listen to me.
I think it's starting to get bad.
You know what I wanna do someday, Bob?
I wanna move north, live on a farm...
...near the mountains, in a cabin.
Can I go with you?
I hope so.
All right. You weren't kidding.
Do you have a toothbrush?
What?
Well, screw it. Screw it.
Teeth are teeth.
I'll-- I'll brush them.
Know where the bathroom is?
What bathroom?
In the house.
Who are those guys out there?
Rolling joints and rattling on and on?
They live here with you?
Two of them do.
So you're gay?
Try not to be. That's why I called you tonight.
So you're putting up a pretty good battle against it.
You better believe it.
Guess I'm about to find out.
lf you're a latent gay, then you'll want me to take the initiative.
You want me to undress you?
Sure.
Oh, Jesus, fuck.
Hello?
Fred, we've processed some more recent material on you.
How are you feeling?
Okay.
Any problems?
Well, I had a fight with my girl.
Any confusion?
Are you experiencing any difficulty identifying persons or objects?
Any language disorientation?
No.
Can you come back over to room 203?
What did you find to be a problem?
We'll take that up when you get here.
Connie.
Donna.
All right, Fred. Very good.
And this next test, with your eyes covered...
...reach out and feel an object with each hand.
You are to tell us if the object presented to your left hand...
...is identical to the object presented to your right.
One more thing, Fred.
We need an updated blood test.
So go down the hall to the pathology lab, and they'll fix you up.
And by the time you get back, we should almost be through with our evaluation.
I'll be upstairs with Hank.
You certainly seem much more depressed today...
...than you did when we first saw you.
Pardon?
Last week, when we first saw you, you were kidding and laughing.
Did you ever get her the flowers?
Crazy job they gave me.
But if I wasn't doing it, someone else would be.
And they might get it wrong.
They might set Arctor up, plant drugs on him and collect a reward.
Better it be me, despite the disadvantages.
Just protecting everyone from Barris is justification in itself.
What the hell am I talking about?
I must be nuts.
I know Bob Arctor. He's a good person.
He's up to nothing. At least, nothing too bad.
In fact, he works for the Orange County Sheriff's Office covertly...
... which is probably why Barris is after him.
But that wouldn't explain...
... why the Orange County Sheriff's Office is after him.
Something big is definitely going down in this house.
This rundown, rubble-filled house...
... with its weed-patch yard...
...and cat box that never gets emptied.
What a waste of a truly good house.
So much could be done with it.
A family and children could live here.
It was designed for that.
Such a waste.
They ought to confiscate it and put it to better use.
I'm supposed to act like they aren't here.
Assuming there's a “they?at all.
It may just be my imagination.
Whatever it is that's watching...
...it's not human...
...unlike little dark-eyed Donna.
It doesn't ever blink.
What does a scanner see?
Into the head?
Down into the heart?
Does it see into me, into us?
Clearly or darkly?
I hope it sees clearly, because I can 't any longer see into myself.
I see only murk.
I hope for everyone's sake the scanners do better.
Because if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I do...
... then I'm cursed and cursed again.
And we'll only wind up dead this way...
...knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too.
You show what we regard...
...more as competition phenomenon than impairment.
Yeah?
Competition between the left and the right hemispheres of your brain.
It's like you have two signals that interfere with each other...
...by carrying conflicting information.
It's as if you have two fuel gauges on your car.
They're studying the same amount of fuel...
...but one says your tank is full, the other registers empty.
They can't both be right.
And you as the driver have only an indirect relationship to the fuel tank...
...via the gauges.
So, what does all this mean?
Well, I'm sure you know already.
You've been experiencing it without knowing why or what it is.
Two hemispheres of my brain...
...are competing?
-Yes. -Yes.
But why?
Substance D.
It often causes that, functionally, and this is what the tests confirm.
Damage has taken place to the normally dominant left hemisphere...
...and the right hemisphere is attempting to compensate.
Crosscutting, we call it...
...related to split-brain phenomenon.
We could perform a right hemispherectomy...
...but I'd--
Will this ever go away?
Probably. It's a functional impairment.
It may be organic damage.
It may be permanent.
Time will tell, and only after you've been off Substance D for a long while.
I'll never take Substance D again for the rest of my life.
How much are you taking now?
Not much.
More, recently, because of job stress.
Death is swallowed up in victory.
Behold, I tell you the sacred secret now:
You shall not all sleep in death.
We'll do the other half of Southern California tomorrow night.
The Air Force arsenal at Vandenberg will be hit for automatic weapons--
What about that anthrax Anwar ripped off for us?
When do we--? Aren't we supposed to carry the stuff to the watershed area--?
We need the weapons first.
Drugs in the water supply is step B.
Okay, but I gotta go. I got a customer.
I can also identify the aforementioned terrorist cell.
It's indicated throughout the course of my observations.
Do you have any more material of this sort, or is this tape substantially it?
No, I have a veritable cornucopia...
...and much of it is directly referencing the organization and its directives.
Who are these people? What organization?
It is primarily Arctor and Hawthorne.
I have coded notes here, which may be of some interest to you.
I-- My own cryptology is very difficult to--
As of now I'm impounding all of this.
It is our property temporarily, and we will sort through it ourselves.
You will be on hand to explain anything to us...
...if and when we get to the point where we feel we need anything explained.
Mr. Barris, you will not be released pending our study of this material.
You will be charged, as a formality, to keep you available...
...with knowingly giving the authorities false information.
This, of course, is just a pretext for your own safety.
I always wanted to go to the Galapagos--
-Is that satisfactory, Mr. Barris? -Not entirely.
Though I wonder, when I'm locked down...
...may I be provided with some lotion, and perhaps some...?
So, what do you think of Barris' evidence?
Seems like what he played-- The little we heard anyway.
--sounded pretty genuine to me.
It's fake. Worthless.
Made on a home computer.
Maybe you're right.
Is that my medical report you have there?
Yep.
What does it say?
That you're completely bonkers.
Completely?
There's maybe two brain cells that still light up.
Rest is just...
...short circuits and sparks.
Two?
Listen, when you go to pick up your next paycheck...
...there will be a substantial difference this time.
I get some sort of bonus for this--?
For this having happened to me on duty?
No. Read your penal code.
“An officer who willingly becomes an addict and doesn't report it promptly...
...is subject to a misdemeanor charge...
...a fine, and/or six months. ?
You'll probably just be fined.
Willingly?
No one held a gun to your head and shot you up.
No one dropped something in your soup.
You knowingly and willingly took an addictive drug...
...brain-destructive and disorienting.
I had to.
You could have pretended to.
Most officers manage to cope with it.
And from the quantities you were taking... .
My God, Fred, I... .
Hey, you know what I would do if I were you?
Once you get out of New Path and, you know, it's all over--
But it may never be over.
Cigarette?
I'm getting off that too. Everything.
Including chocolate. Yeah.
And... .
Like I tell my kids... .
I've got two kids. Two girls.
Little ones.
I don't believe you do.
You're not supposed to.
Maybe not.
Listen, is there anywhere specific you'd like to go?
Maybe over to Donna Hawthorne's place?
From the information you brought in, sounds like you guys are pretty close.
Yes, we are.
How'd you know that?
Process of elimination.
I know who you aren't...
...and we're talking about a very small group of people...
...that we hoped would lead us higher.
And maybe Barris will.
I pieced it together a long time ago that you're Arctor.
I'm who?
I'm Bob Arctor?
Yeah, get me Donna Hawthorne's number...
...or just patch me through when you locate her.
Thanks.
Bud, you are in a very bad way, my friend.
Maybe Jim Barris poisoned you.
We're really interested in Barris, not you.
The whole scanning of the house was to keep an eye on him.
We hoped to draw him here, and we did.
He is deep into it with some very dangerous people.
Then I'm a what?
Well, we had to get to Barris to set him up.
So how we arranged it was...
...he grew progressively more and more suspicious...
...that you were an undercover cop...
...trying to nail him or use him to get high or--
So he did what you or anyone would have done.
Hey, Donna.
Yeah, hi, this is a buddy of Bob's. Arctor.
Yeah.
Listen, he's in a-- He's in a bad way.
Yeah, way bad.
I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you.
You're a sweetheart.
Yeah, I'm sure he'll appreciate it very much.
Great, thanks. Good news.
Donna Hawthorne said she'd pick you up out front in about five minutes.
You fuckers.
You're a good man, Bob.
You've been dealt a bad deal.
This is not fair, but it has to be this way.
You just--
You gotta-- You gotta just wait it out, just get through it.
And someday...
...a long time from now...
...you'll see the way you saw before.
There'll be a recognition...
...and some spark in a disguised form...
...will reveal itself to you...
...and guide you.
-Substance D? -Yeah.
Ate his head.
Another loser.
It's easy to win.
Anybody can win.
Goodbye.
Living and unliving things are exchanging properties.
The drive of unliving things is stronger than the drive of living things.
The living should never be used to serve the purposes of the dead.
But the dead should, if possible...
...serve the purposes of the living.
Hey, good news.
I think I got you transferred to one of our farms.
-Can I work with animals? -I think you'll be working with plants...
...for a while. In the open, where you can touch the ground.
-I wanna be with something living. -The ground is living.
The earth is still alive.
Do you have any agricultural background?
I worked in an office.
Well, you'll be outside from now on.
Your name is Bruce.
My name is Bruce.
We're gonna try you on farming for a period, Bruce.
-Okay. -Staff thought you'd be better off.
I think you'll like it here.
I think I'll like it here.
Come on, I'll show you where you're gonna be sleeping.
You like mountains, Bruce?
Look up.
Mountains.
No snow, but mountains.
I like mountains.
The air is good here.
I like air.
Yeah.
We all like air, Bruce. We really do.
That we have in common.
4G.
Yours is 4G. Can you remember that?
4G.
Will I be seeing my friends?
What, you mean from back where you were?
The Santa Ana facility?
Mike and Laura...
...and Mike and Eddie. And--
The people from the residence facilities...
...they don't come out to the farms, Bruce.
-See, these are closed operations. -Closed operations.
But, you know, you might get back up there...
...couple times a year.
You know, there are gatherings at Christmas...
...and the next one is Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving.
So you might see them in three months.
Hey, Audrey.
Glad you could meet.
So tell me, are they getting paranoid about him?
No, not at all. The guy's so burnt-out.
And we're still convinced they're growing the stuff?
They have to be. Who else?
I just wonder if it even matters at this--
It matters, Audrey.
It matters when we can prove that New Path is the one growing...
...manufacturing and distributing.
How does he look?
I mean, do you think he's gonna be able to pull through for us?
All we can do is hope that when he finally gets in there...
...a few charred brain cells will flicker on and some distant instinct will kick in.
It's just... .
-It's just such a cost to pay. -Yeah.
But there's no other way to get in there.
I couldn't, and think how long I tried.
They got that place locked up tight.
They're only gonna let a burnt-out husk like Bruce in.
Harmless. You have to be, or they won't take the risk.
Yeah, but to sacrifice someone...
...a living person, without them ever knowing it.
I mean, if he'd understood, if he had volunteered...
...but he doesn't know and he never did.
He didn't volunteer for this.
Sure he did. It was his job.
It wasn't his job to get addicted.
We took care of that.
Look, Mike, I gotta get out.
I can't do this again.
I want it to end. I--
I lay in bed at night, and I can't sleep, and I just think:
-”Shit, we are colder than they are. ? -I don't think so.
I mean, I believe God's m.o. is to transmute evil into good...
...and if he's active here, he's doing that now...
...although our eyes can't perceive it.
The whole process is hidden beneath the surface of our reality...
...will only be revealed later.
And even then...
...the people of the future...
...our children's children will never truly know...
...this awful time that we have gone through and the losses we took.
Well, maybe some footnote in a minor history book.
A brief mention with no list of the fallen.
You're seeing the flower of the future.
-But not for you, Bruce. -Not for me.
No, you've had too much of a good thing already.
Get up, get up. Stop worshipping.
This isn't your god anymore, although it once was.
Gone.
Flowers gone.
No, you just can't see them.
Back to work.
I saw.
Back to work, Bruce.
I saw death rising from the earth...
...from the ground itself...
...in one blue field.
A present for my friends...
...at Thanksgiving.
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