Paycheck Page #2

Well, that's semantics.

- What's the job, Jimmy?

- Can't tell you.

Other than to say

that it involves optics.

And you get stock options

for this one.

Get a real piece of the company.

What if it doesn't work?

I get a real piece of nothing.

I promise you, it won't fail.

How do you know that?

Is this a real crystal ball?

I wish. The point is, I'll guarantee

that you do eight figures.

- Minimum.

- What's the catch?

The job may require a little bit

more time than you're used to.

- How much more time?

- Two years. Maybe three.

- You're kidding.

- Deadly serious.

Jimmy, that's impossible.

You can't do it.

The longest ever is eight weeks.

It was me.

Assuming it were possible,

would you do it?

- Give up three years of my life?

- Not give up, trade.

Three years in return

for the rest of your life.

One big paycheck. You're done.

A lot can happen in three years.

You blink, it'll be over.

Two seconds.

A heartbeat, then snap, you're rich

beyond your wildest dreams.

One big paycheck. You're done.

Mr. Jennings. John Wolfe.

Welcome.

You won't be allowed

to leave the grounds.

You'll be assigned a residence

here on campus.

Your mail will be screened,

no phone calls.

Anything you receive

will have to be inspected.

OK.

I'll need your personal belongings.

Watch, wallet, anything else.

Nothing's allowed to be brought in.

These items will be returned to you

when you pick up your paycheck.

Sorry. Those too.

- Mike, hey, you made it.

- Yeah.

- Good to see you.

- You too.

- Everything OK?

- Yep.

Sit down.

I assume Mr. Wolfe

gave you all the fine print.

Yeah. He also took the last pair of

sunglasses I've managed not to lose.

I'm sorry.

What is this?

It's for your memory wipe.

We inject you with an isotope,

migrates to your brain

serves as a marker.

Another injection erases everything

back to the marker.

No barbaric cooking of the brain.

All right.

Wow.

- What have I gotten myself into?

- Let's go find out.

Initiating Blue Script directory.

Impressive.

This used to be our smallest unit.

Now it's our most profitable.

Mr. Rethrick, may I speak with you

for a moment?

- Have a look around. I'll be right back.

- OK.

Cycle complete.

Begin transmission of data.

All right! I give up! I give up.

Don't give up.

Dr. Porter. I guess I'm lucky you

didn't use thunder and lightning.

True.

OK, well, I won't question

your powers in the future.

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.

I thought you said Marianne

was on a plane.

She was planning to make the

conference call from the plane, sir.

Look. I should probably apologize

for my behavior the other day.

I get like that sometimes,

and I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

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