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　　ROD
　　What？
　　
　　ROSE
　　That there’s something between us.
　　
　　ROD
　　No. I’m calling about Chris.
　　
　　ROSE
　　We’d all go out drinking…… I remember you looking at me.
　　
　　Rod is put on the spot. He becomes extremely uncomfortable.
　　
　　ROD
　　That’s my best friend. If you did something--
　　
　　ROSE
　　I know you think about fucking me， Rod.
　　
　　ROD
　　--No. You crazy…… No.
　　
　　Rod hangs up in a panic. He looks at Sid helplessly.
　　
　　Rose’s flirtacious smile goes blank. She places the phone on the dining room table and looks back at her family. They watch in approval.
　　
　　INT. GAMES ROOM
　　
　　“You’ve Got A Friend” plays.
　　
　　Chris， still strapped to the chair， hangs his head in resignation. Eyes shut， he sings along.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　……Winter， Spring， Summer and Fall， all you need to do is call. And I’ll be there. You got a
　　friend. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend. Oh， yeah， yeah， you’ve got a friend.
　　
　　The song is over. After a moment. Chris begins to sing the opening guitar lick. He gets a couple notes before realizing he’s singing alone.
　　
　　The television in front of Chris flickers off and then back on to the image of a tea cup comes into focus on the screen. A spoon comes into the shot and clinks the side of the cup.
　　
　　“TING TING， TING TING”
　　
　　CHRIS （CONT’D）
　　No-
　　
　　Before he can react， Chris falls asleep.
　　Later……
　　
　　Chris wakes up bald. Static snow clicks fills the TV lighting the room. The image clicks to that of……
　　
　　INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY （TELEVISION）
　　
　　Jim Hudson， also shaven， sits on a hospital bed. And faces Chris through the television.
　　
　　JIM
　　Hello Chris. How’s it going……？ You can answer. There’s an intercom in the room; I can hear
　　you.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　I need water.
　　
　　JIM
　　Yeah， sorry about that. If it makes you feel any better， I’m thirsty too.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　I need to get outta here.
　　
　　JIM
　　Right. So， the reason I am talking to you now is so you can understand what is happening to
　　you. I guess your ‘understanding’ it raises the success rate of this whole thing. Not even sure I ‘understand’ it.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Where’s Rose？
　　
　　JIM
　　Hot isn’t she？ Hot voice anyway， you dirty dog. You’re one of the lucky one’s. The son Jeremy’s wrangling method sounds way less pleasant.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Is this some kind of a game to you？
　　
　　JIM
　　They asked me for my favorite song， which was hard; I like all types of music. Turns out they really just needed one I knew all the words to: I went with James Taylor’s “You Got a Friend.” I hope it hasn’t been too torturous; that wasn’t the point. The point is that you learn it， and for us to have that knowledge in common.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Who the fuck are you people？
　　
　　JIM
　　Oh right. Okay， let me back up and give you the cliff notes. The Armitages and I are a part of a society. A pretty extraordinary society actually.
　　（MORE）
　　
　　JIM （CONT’D）
　　One whose sole purpose for many many years has been a search for a very powerful object. Armitage lineage redefined the nature of that search. They proved that the power didn’t just exist in that object; You see， with science the Armitage’s created a miracle.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　You hypnotize me？ Break my will……？ Make me a slave like the others？ This is some crazy racist shit.
　　
　　JIM
　　No. Not racist， Chris. We don’t hate you. We want to be you…… You are not going to be a slave. You’re going to be a vessel.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Wait， what？
　　
　　JIM
　　Missy’s hypnosis was merely to sedate you. Oh， that and to prepare you psychologically……
　　
　　CHRIS
　　For what？
　　
　　Jim smiles.
　　
　　JIM
　　For the procedure.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　What’s the procedure？
　　
　　JIM
　　Are you ready……？ Drum roll please. Brain transplantation. Some say it could never be done;