Limitless Page #4

Call me.

It's a little grandiose,

but I'm still reading.

- (LAUGHS)

WOMAN:
OK, how did you do this?

WOMAN:
I'd really like... Just call me

the minute you get in. Call. OK?

VERNON:
Who is it?

- Hey, Vernon, it's Eddie.

- Eddie who?

- Uh, Morra.

It's not a good time, Eddie.

Uh, hey, Vern, I really

just need to talk to you.

Hey... Oh...

- Vern, what happened?

- Don't worry about it. I'm fine.

So, Eddie.

You are interested after all.

- That stuff's amazing.

- Works better if you're already smart.

Vern, who did this to you?

Trust me, you don't want to know.

Uh...

- So, uh, what's it called?

- Doesn't have a street name yet.

But the boys in the kitchen

are calling it NZT 48.

"The boys in the kitchen"?

I don't...

That doesn't sound

very FDA-approved, Vern.

FDA-approved, that's a laugh. You didn't

really believe that sh*t, did ya?

EDDIE:
OK, so what do we have here?

Some unknown, untested,

possibly dangerous drug

scammed out of some

unidentified lab somewhere

given to me by a highly unreliable guy

I hadn't seen in years.

- So you want some more?

- Yes. Definitely.

All right, we'll talk about it,

but I, uh, need a favor first.

Obviously, I'm in no condition

to go out right now, so,

I was wondering if you could pop down to

the dry cleaners, grab my suit for me.

And maybe grab a little... (SIGHS)

A little breakfast for us.

EDDIE:
He knew he had me.

Sure.

EDDIE:
From now on,

I'd happily be his errand boy.

Wash his windows,

scrub his toilet...

...anything I could do to get my hands

on that little clear pill

that would bring back...

Enhanced Eddie.

Vern?

Vern?

Vern...

(SOBBING) Oh, Vern.

(CLATTERING)

Hey, hey!

Hey!

- (DIALING)

- (GRUNTS)

WOMAN:
911, what's your emergency?

- Hi, I need to report a...

...a murder.

OK, I won't.

EDDIE:
Took them forever. And the longer

I stood there, the clearer I saw.

Vern had known whoever had done this.

And one guess what

they'd been looking for.

But had they found it?

(PANTING)

Sh*t, if you ever cooked,

I'd be dead, too.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

MAN:
Police Department!

Open the door, please!

- (BANGING)

MAN:
Police Department! Open the door!

- (BANGING)

MAN:
Open the door, please!

MAN:
Police! Open the door!

Let's go! Open the door!

- Let me see your hands.

- Hey.

- Let me see your hands!

- No, no, I'm the one who called!

I called you guys!

So, you guys tight?

Hang out a lot?

No, my ex-wife's brother. I just

actually ran into him on the street

- and he asked me to come up to...

- Buy some drugs?

- No, no. What?

- What did this guy do?

He... Uh, I don't know. He was, um...

I heard that he was an antiques dealer?

- A dealer?

- Yeah, uh, antiques. Um...

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