The Fountain Page #2

-What?

I've been losing sensitivity

to hot and cold.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Because I feel different.

Inside. I feel different.

Every moment.

Each one.

Tommy?

Oh, Jesus.

Don't worry, don't worry.

All right? I'm here. I will always be here.

Listen, I'm not really sure this is...

Gotcha.

-Hello?

-Alan. Tommy.

Tommy. How's Izzi?

-What's the earliest you can see us?

-Let me check my schedule.

It's time for you to read it.

Hey.

-How's 3?

-That's your earliest?

-I'm in surgery till then. Is it urgent?

-No, that's fine. Thanks, Alan. Bye.

-We're gonna see him tomorrow.

-Start it.

Tell me what you think.

-But it's not done.

-Not quite.

Don't answer it.

-Hello?

-Captain.

-What's wrong?

-Get down here.

-What is it?

-Donovan. I've never seen anything like it.

-Is he okay?

-He's fine. Perfectly fine.

-What's happening?

-You won't believe me.

You gotta see it for yourself.

Come. Come right away.

No, I can't now. I can't.

To Donovan.

-What's going on?

-Show him.

I came around 1 to check up on Donovan.

-Where is Donovan?

-That's him.

What? It can't be.

His scalp's almost healed.

There's hair growth.

-I didn't believe either. And it gets stranger.

-Antonio had me run some tests.

Donovan responded well. Really well.

Pulled up videos of him pre-op.

He's testing twice as well as last week.

An increase in neural activity...

...throughout all the areas

usually stunted by normal aging.

-And the tumor?

-No change.

The growth patterns are normal.

There's no positive or negative effect.

-We should tell Dr. Guzetti right away.

-No. No.

Antonio...

...prep a new cocktail.

Stick with the same substance...

-...but add--

-What?

-We're moving forward.

-Wait a minute.

This could be a medical first. A revelation.

We gotta pursue it. Duplicate the findings.

You can monitor the monkey's growth,

but our focus remains tumors, not aging.

-I know, but we--

-Stop.

I want the next subject prepped

and ready for surgery.

Is everything all right?

Yes. Everything's all right.

Inquisitor?

Enter.

The heretics.

They have confessed

and ceded their lands to your Holy Office.

They await your judgment.

Yet another slice of her nation is mine.

Soon she will be powerless against me.

Queen of nothing but her sins.

What will you do with her?

She too will confess, and then...

...she too will die.

Captain. 'Tis the queen.

She is surrounded.

The inquisitor demands blood.

Then there is no more time.

What is our response?

Go now. Warn the queen.

And you, where are you going?

-He must be cut out.

-She has forbidden it.

There is no other choice.

This is our only hope.

Stay. Stay.

Our bodies are prisons for our souls.

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