Adam Resurrected

I had once the beautiful fatherland.

The oak tree grew so high there.

Violets nodded softly.

It was a dream.

It kissed me in German

and spoke in German.

You would hardly believe

how good it sounded,

the words, ich liebe dich,

I love you.

It was a dream.

Adam.

Adam, it's time.

Oh, my landlady Ruth Edelson.

Let me ask you something.

Am I still handsome this morning?

Tell the truth now, come on.

Of course you are, Adam.

I don't think there's any time

for the-

for the breakfast.

You know, I have never asked you,

my darling,

how old are you?

Forgive me, you are the witch.

You are the hexer.

You have swindled time.

Adam, please.

After you fell asleep last night, darling,

I lay there.

I was thinking,

"My God, this woman's skin

is unnaturally smooth."

It is like porcelain.

In fact, I can see my reflection in it.

Now, what are you hiding under there?

Darling, show me.

- Show me, show me.

- Adam.

Come here, just a little peek.

A bruise?

I'm sorry, Adam, believe me.

Forgive me, Adam.

Morning, Adam.

All set to go.

Yeah, do not forget this Olivetti please.

We won't, pal, come on.

Forgive me, Adam.

I shouldn't have called them.

Please forgive me.

It's all right, Ruth.

Oh, you taste like...

soap.

So why'd you do it, Adam?

Do it?

What is it you think that I did?

You know, that old magic trick

where you separate a woman's spinal column

from her skull.

Choking his landlady.

Oh, this is- that's ridiculous.

Nah, he didn't mean to hurt her.

Just wanted us to bring him home again.

Right, Adam?

Yeah, woof, woof.

And so I was once again returned

to my home in the desert,

The Seizling Institute,

founded by American philanthropist

Rebecca Seizling

as a center under the direction

of Dr. Nathan Gross

for innovative therapy

and as a home for the survivors

of the Nazi camps.

Muhammad.

Do you see that?

Come on.

Big guy's waiting.

Adam.

Oh, that's a big hug.

He's back.

I am so happy to see you too.

Yes, still sweeping.

Am I tracking-

I don't want to track sand on your-

on your floor.

And heil to Rebecca.

All my best friends.

What's this?

Oh, transport.

Have they all gone insane?

Well...

Two hundred bucks.

Adam, been hiding them for months.

You've got to tell me what to do.

AT&T, Mr. Blum,

New York Stock Exchange.

Here, give it to me.

I will double it for you in-

in no time.

- Adam.

- Yeah?

Columbus was Jew?

Yes, yes, Mrs. Lipowitz.

Columbus was definitely a Jew

but also an Italian,

so as a matter of fact,

I would not trust an Italian,

and neither should you.

Yeah, it's true,

they're an enlightened bunch.

But they licked the jackboot,

and now they expect everyone

to forgive and forget.

- My train.

- Yeah.

You.

Really, Arthur, you know that

Mrs. Seizling strictly forbade

any form of locomotive combustion

at the Institute.

My train.

Arthur-

You know what I'm talking about.

Fellow survivors, it's so good

to be back here at the Institute,

though not as inmate,

not as guinea pig.

No, this time,

I am on the mission

to expose the lunacy

of the medical staff here

at the Seizling Institute,

the negligence, Dr. Shapiro,

and the impotence

of Herr Professor Nathan Gross, et al.

He's lying.

Authorized by whom?

And here she comes.

I could hear her methodical footfalls

and irregular heartbeat.

Nurse Gina Grey,

a pearl in a dunghill,

a book of rules,

and with that classy ass.

Arthur, please stop that.

No.

No.

Adam.

Would you come with me?

Dr. Gross wants to say hello.

No. No.

Would you please swallow those pills,

Mr. Blum?

Hmm, not now.

You've lost some weight, Adam.

Oh, yeah, I was- I was pining for you,

my child.

The nights have been the worst,

you know.

Hmm.

I've heard about your nights.

But I'm sure you didn't mean

to hurt your landlady.

Come in, Adam.

Oh, come here, Gina.

Let me smell something.

Oh, yeah, just like I remember.

Touch me.

Touch me.

Come in already.

Yes, you love doing that,

don't you, Adam?

Uh, oh, yeah, the-

the sharp transition.

Here one moment...

You know, Adam-

Gone the next.

What I can't figure out,

why haven't we been able to help you?

You're a brilliant man.

You've been called a genius.

Name:
Adam Stein,

next of kin:
none whatsoever,

number on my arm:

sieben, sechs, drei, vier, fuenf.

Gross, file it away and let me go.

And yet, you see,

for all your knowledge,

your sixth, seventh sense,

here you are

back at the Institute

after trying to kill a woman

less than 24 hours ago.

This is a lie.

No, this is a lie.

- Yes.

- No, that's a lie.

A woman named Ruth Edelson.

And you, Gross, you are-

you're a joke.

Ah, do you want to tell me why?

Yeah, back there,

it was absurd to believe...

in anything.

In the sun we did not believe.

And yet you, here of all places,

you believe in miracles.

You not only believe in them;

you depend on them.

This is not only hilarious;

this is chutzpah.

- Adam.

- Yeah?

There's only one person in this institute

who can work miracles.

They're circus tricks.

I could teach them to you in a day.

Listen, Grossie.

See, I've been the- the star of your-

your medical experiments,

and you have failed miserably.

So don't you dare talk to me

about some miracles.

Now, of course, my job is to fail.

I am the sick dying clown.

Fine, this is my business.

But what have you done to help me,

to help any of us?

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