Limitless

(METALLIC POUNDING)

(BANGING, CLATTERING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

MAN:
Obviously,

I miscalculated a few things.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(BANGING CONTINUES)

MAN:
Eddie! I know you're in there!

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(BANGING, SAW REVVING)

MAN:
Why is it that the moment your life

exceeds your wildest dreams...

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:

The access code you have entered...

MAN:
The knife appears at your back?

COMPUTER:
The access code

you have entered is invalid...

MAN:
Well, I'll tell you one thing...

(WIND HOWLING)

MAN:
I will never let them touch me.

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

(GUNSHOTS)

MAN:
My neighbor, who must have

opened his door to complain.

MAN 2:
You're gonna be next, Eddie!

We're coming in!

(SAW REVVING)

EDDIE:
For a guy with a four digit IQ,

I must have missed something.

And I hadn't missed much.

I'd come this close to having

an impact on the world.

And now, the only thing

I'd have an impact on...

...was the sidewalk.

(CAR HORNS BLARING)

(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILING)

(CAR HORNS BLARING)

EDDIE:
You see that guy?

That was me, not so long ago.

What kind of guy without a drug or

alcohol problem looks this way?

Only a writer. Strangely enough,

nobody believed that

I actually had a book contract.

Well, it's masquerading

as a sci-fi novel,

but it's really, uh,

my own personal manifesto

about the plight of the

individual in the 21st century.

I sort of created a utopian society

where we all sort of...

Uh... Uh...

(STAMMERING)

It's really... it's really...

Uh...

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

IN BACKGROUND)

EDDIE:
Today was the day

I was gonna kick its ass.

Here we go.

Here we go. Here we go...

It was gonna be great.

Just gotta put in the time.

Stay in the room.

That's the key concept.

Don't leave the room.

(TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)

EDDIE:
A few weeks passed this way.

Maybe a few months.

(TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)

(PUNCHES THUDDING ON TV)

At least I still had Lindy.

Just like that?

Come on, Eddie.

This is hardly a surprise.

I'm surprised.

(CHUCKLES)

Let's just not do this, OK?

Let me...

I'm gonna hand in

If you just wait to see

what she says...

Eddie.

- What?

- I know how it's going.

I'm your...

I was your girlfriend.

That word doesn't even begin

to describe what you are to me.

Partner? Squeeze?

Paramour. Inamorata.

Cleaning lady. Bank.

WAITER:
Thanks. Be right back.

Be that a...

What's mine is yours, too,

and you know I want to share

the rest of my life with you.

- I was thinking that we should...

- Don't propose.

Why not?

Because it worked out

so well for you last time.

EDDIE:
It's true, I did marry once.

Right out of college, to Melissa.

I do.

EDDIE:
Briefly.

- This isn't working.

- (TIRES SCREECH)

Well, even though everything you

say is true, I still love you.

I gotta get back to work.

You didn't even

tell me what happened.

- I got it.

- You did?

Mm-hm. I'm an editor.

I'll have my own assistant.

Can you believe that?

Yeah, of course I believe it.

You deserve it.

Thanks.

- OK.

- OK.

EDDIE:
She was right. Why stick it out?

I had clearly missed the on-ramp.

We both knew what was beckoning.

The lower bunk in my

childhood bedroom in Jersey.

My father happy to welcome me

into the challenging field

of dental supply inventory.

Eddie Morra.

EDDIE:
Of all the useless

relationships better forgotten

and put away in mothballs,

is there any more useless than...

the ex-brother-in-law?

Holy sh*t, man.

What has it been? Like nine years?

- God!

- Hey.

You all right? You look like

you're living on the streets.

What's going on?

Not much, I... Well...

What am I... What's up?

Uh, I'm writing. Writing a lot.

Oh, you're still trying to write?

Matter of fact,

I have a book contract.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- That's great.

- How about you?

Are you still dealing, Vern?

- Do I look like I'm still dealing?

- No, you don't. No.

Come on, let's go get a drink.

I want to hear about this book.

I don't know.

It's 2:
00 in the afternoon. (CHUCKLES)

- When has that ever stopped you?

- (CHUCKLES)

- So.

- So...

How's Melissa doing?

BARTENDER:
Here you go.

- Thanks.

Wouldn't know. I don't see her.

She moved upstate.

She got some kind of Internet home sales

kind of job. Couple kids.

Couple kids. Who's the husband?

He walked out on her,

if you really want to know.

But what do you care, man?

You were married, like, five minutes.

Look, I don't wanna talk about her.

I wanna talk about you, OK?

Tell me about this book.

How's it going?

(SIGHS)

Well, it's, uh...

I'm... I'm...

I'm behind.

I'm behind on my book.

And, uh, it's pretty well

polluting my days and nights,

if you really want to know.

- Well, how much have you written of it?

- Not one word.

- Creative problems, huh?

- Yeah. Mm-hm.

Well, I suppose

I can help you with that.

Just this once.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- You don't even know what it is.

- You're still dealing.

Brother,

I am light years from that now.

I've been doing, uh, some consulting

for a pharmaceutical company.

What, like some offshore lab

making fake Viagra? Come on, Vern.

No. This is an exclusive product

that's coming on stream next year.

They've had clinical trials

and it's FDA approved.

All right, just out of curiosity

and that's all...

Let's see it.

What's in it?

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