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　　JIM （CONT’D）
　　They experimented for centuries， but it turned out re-linking the brain to a foreign central nervous system was impossible. The nerve connections are far too intricate and delicate.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　What the fuck？
　　
　　JIM
　　Dean’s the only guy who really gets the science. He’s the one who discovered that full brain
　　transplantation isn’t actually necessary to transfer the soul， and that partial brain transplantation solves the little nerve ending problem.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　No.
　　
　　Jim holds up a Color coded diagram of the human Brain. There is a big red part that takes up 80% of the image. The other 20% is blue and located near the lower back of his skull.
　　
　　JIM
　　Okay so…… You see the blue part？ That’s the piece of your brain that’s all rooted in the nervous system. So that stays; keeping those tricky little connections intact. The rest is discarded. Then they’ll remove the red part of my brain from my skull and put in yours. Your “blue” and my “red” basically absorb each other. And apparently the brain heals surprisingly fast， so assuming everything goes as planned， we should be up and functioning in a couple weeks.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　And my brain？
　　
　　JIM
　　Your red part？ It’ll be discarded， but don’t worry. You wont be gone. Well not completely. You’ll still be in there somewhere; limited consciousness of course;
　　
　　JIM （CONT’D）
　　you’ll still be able to see and hear but your existence will be as a passenger…… an audience. You will live in……
　　
　　CHRIS
　　（defeated）
　　……The Sunken Place.
　　
　　JIM
　　Yes. That’s what she calls it. Good! So you understand， I’ll control the motor functions， the will of our body， effectively making me--
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Me…… You will be me.
　　
　　JIM
　　As far as the world is concerned. It’s still a pretty new operation. Some kinks. We’re supposed to stay away from flashes of light for example. They can trigger a “momentary lapse in control of motor functions……”
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Why black people？
　　
　　Jim is disappointed in the question.
　　
　　JIM
　　Well， because you get the highest bids. For the last decade or so anyway. I wish it was less simple than that， but it’s not. You’re in fashion， baby!
　　
　　Final hope sinks from. Chris shoulders.
　　
　　JIM （CONT’D）
　　Honestly though， personally……？ I couldn’t give two shits about race. I don’t care if you’re
　　black， brown， green， purple…… whatever. What I want is so much deeper: Your eye， man. I want those things you see through.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　That’s crazy.
　　
　　JIM
　　Take it as a compliment.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　You’re not going to get away with this.
　　
　　JIM
　　We have and we will. We’ll be together soon， brother. The television turns off. Chris clenches his body trying to pry free from his restraints， before his shoulders collapse
　　with exhaustion. He lifts his head to a rip in the leather arm of the chair revealing its cotton stuffing. He looks at the cotton. We see Chris make a difficult decision.
　　
　　LATER……
　　
　　We hear nothing except a HEART BEAT.
　　
　　Chris’ head hangs， asleep. His lips are dry. Chris wakes up.
　　
　　The Television turns on. On the screen， a woman’s hand holds a tea cup. With a spoon， she clinks it. We don’t hear it though.
　　We still hear nothing but the HEART BEAT.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　No， No--
　　
　　Before Chris can finish SCREAMING， his eyes widen. He goes
　　limp -- unconscious again.
　　
　　Rose enters wearing a white and black nurse’s outfit with a red cross on the chest. She rolls a medical table into the room. She draws a dotted line across his forehead and around
　　to the back of his scalp. Then she unstraps his arm and prepares it for an IV. She inserts the needle.
　　
　　She goes to put earbuds connected to an ipod in his ears but sees the arm of his chair has been stripped open. She looks at Chris. Cotton makeshift earplugs have been stuffed in his
　　ears!
　　
　　He’s not really hypnotized!
　　
　　Rose tries to scream but Chris grabs her throat with his free hand and squeezes. The HEARTBEAT quickens. Rose pleads， but we don’t hear her.
　　
　　ROSE
　　（inaudible）
　　Wait. Wait. Chris!…… Chri-
　　
　　Chris chokes her. Tears stream down his face.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Shhhh.
　　
　　Rose convulses. She scratches his hand and cheeks. He’s too strong. She stares at Chris’ eyes as her consciousness fades. Then， through the agony， her face curls into a twisted smile. She’s having fun. Psycho. Rose goes limp in Chris’ hands.
　　
　　Chris takes the cotton out of his ears. We can hear again.
　　“You’ve got a Friend” plays on the earbuds of the ipod.
　　
　　INT. OPERATING ROOM.
　　
　　Earbuds also rest in Jim Hudson’s ears playing the same song. He lies unconscious on one of two operating beds in the center of the room connected to an IV and heart monitors.
　　
　　A bright medical light shines on Jim’s shaved head which also has a dotted line around it. The other bed is empty and has a light shining on it as well. This bed is for Chris.
　　
　　Dean stands in a black and white robe with a red cross in the middle， his palms upwards in silent prayer near some ceremonial candles. Jeremy watches his father. They are
　　unaware of what’s happening in the Medical room down the hall.
　　Dean finishes his prayer.
　　
　　DEAN
　　Saw……
　　
　　Jeremy hands Dean a circular surgical saw.