Scanners III: The Takeover Page #4

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you will not only win your freedom

but the opportunity to stand beside me,

tall and proud,

and say, "We are scanners.

"We do not belong on the bottom

of the dung heap. We belong on the top!"

We're going to go out there

and make those self-righteous normals

squirm like worms on hooks.

There will of course be a small price

for the second installment.

Do any of you remember a patient here

from about 15 years ago

named Alex Malone?

I know him!

You wanted to speak with me, Master?

Yes, Alex. I would like to speak with you.

Come.

Now, tell me,

you have been here a long time,

but why do you continue to stay here?

Because I don't belong in the outside world.

You don't belong here either.

This is not the place

for you to hide from yourself.

- Nor from your past.

- I wanted to go back, Master.

I tried everything but I can't find the answer,

a way to live with myself.

You have special powers.

You must choose whether to treat them

as a curse or a gift.

I killed my best friend

with my special power.

Instead of denying them,

you could do good with your powers.

There is a saying -

That means, "If you receive a boat as a gift,

"do not criticize the hull."

Hello?

Who's there?

Helena? What are you doing?

I thought I'd throw a little party

to thank you for your magnificent gift.

You took EPH-3?

And it works wonderfully, Daddy.

You're a genius.

Are you insane?

Take it off, it's dangerous.

But I've never felt so marvelous.

- You've got to give me more.

- That's out of the question.

Why don't you come in and we'll discuss it?

Come out of there this instant!

Remember when you adopted us?

Two poor little orphans that no one wanted.

We were freaks.

You told us you wanted a little boy

to succeed you,

and a little girl of your very own.

But you didn't say what for.

That's why you didn't want me to work.

You wanted me all for yourself.

It's the drug!

- Take it off!

- All that pain,

and all this time...

you've had the answer.

Take it off!

Nothing personal, Daddy,

but with you around,

I'd never get control of your company.

Oh, Michael.

I got here as fast as I could.

What happened?

They say it was a heart attack.

Michael, I just saw him floating out there

and I tried to help him but...

I was too late.

What was he doing in the hot tub

at this hour? He hated that hot tub.

Michael, he's dead.

Mike, Dad's dead.

Of course I'll make

all the arrangements.

At least his will is in order.

As you know, I'm the executor,

so I can go over it with you in detail.

In a few days. There's no rush, don't worry.

And of course I'll have to contact Alex.

He has to make several decisions

about the company.

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