Limitless

Obviously, I miscalculated a few things.

Eddie! I know you're in there!

Why is it that the moment your life exceeds your wildest dreams...

The access code you have entered...

the knife appears at your back?

The access code you have entered is invalid...

Well, I 'II tell you one thing...

I will never let them touch me.

My neighbor, who must have opened his door to complain.

You're gonna be next, Eddie! We're coming in!

For a guy with a four digit IQ, I must have missed something.

And I hadn't missed much.

I 'd come this close to having an impact on the world.

And now, the only thing I'd have an impact on...

was the sidewalk.

You see that guy?

That was me, not so long ago.

What kind of guy without a drug or alcohol problem looks this way?

Only a writer Strangely enough,

nobody believed that I actually had a book contract.

Well, it's masquerading as a sci-fi novel,

but it's really, uh, my own personal manifesto

about the plight of the individual in the 21st century.

I sort of created a utopian society

where we all sort of... Uh... Uh...

it's really... it's really...

Uh...

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND]

Today was the day I was gonna kick its ass.

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go...

It was gonna be great.

Just gotta put in the time. Stay in the room.

That's the key concept.

Don't leave the room.

A few weeks passed this way.

Maybe a few months.

At least I still had Lindy.

Just like that?

Come on, Eddie. This is hardly a surprise.

I'm surprised.

Let's just not do this, OK? Let me...

I'm gonna hand in 90 pages to Marla on Friday.

If you just wait to see what she says...

Eddie.

- What? - I know how it's going.

I'm your...

I was your girlfriend.

That word doesn't even begin to describe what you are to me.

Partner? Squeeze?

Paramour. Inamorata.

Cleaning lady. Bank.

Thanks. Be right back.

Be that a...

What's mine is yours, too,

and you know I want to share the rest of my life with you.

- I was thinking that we should... - Don't propose.

Why not?

Because it worked out so well for you last time.

it's true, I did many once. Right out of college, to Melissa.

I do.

EDDIE.” Briefly.

- This isn't working. -

Well, even though everything you say is true, I still love you.

I gotta get back to work.

You didn't even tell me what happened.

- I got it. - You did?

Mm-hm. I'm an editor.

I'll have my own assistant. Can you believe that?

Yeah, of course I believe it. You deserve it.

Thanks.

- OK. - OK.

She was right. Why stick it out?

I had clearly missed the on-ramp.

We both knew what was beckoning.

The lower bunk in my childhood bedroom in Jersey.

My father happy to welcome me into the challenging field

of dental supply inventory.

Eddie Morra.

Of all the useless relationships better forgotten

and put away in mothballs,

is there any more useless than... the ex-brother-in-law?

Holy shit, man.

What has it been? Like nine years?

- God! - Hey.

You all right? You look like you're living on the streets.

What's going on?

Not much, I... Well... What am I... What's up?

Uh, I'm writing. Writing a lot.

Oh, you're still trying to write?

Matter of fact, I have a book contract.

- Really? - Yeah.

- That's great. - How about you?

Are you still dealing, Vern?

- Do I look like I'm still dealing? - No, you don't. No.

Come on, let's go get a drink. I want to hear about this book.

I don't know. It's 2:00 in the afternoon.

- When has that ever stopped you? -

- So. - So...

How's Melissa doing?

Here you go. - Thanks.

Wouldn't know. I don't see her. She moved upstate.

She got some kind of Internet home sales kind of job. Couple kids.

Couple kids. Who's the husband?

He walked out on her, if you really want to know.

But what do you care, man?

You were married, like, five minutes.

Look, I don't wanna talk about her. I wanna talk about you, OK?

Tell me about this book. How's it going?

Well, it's, uh...

I'm... I'm...

I'm behind. I'm behind on my book.

And, uh, it's pretty well polluting my days and nights,

if you really want to know.

- Well, how much have you written of it? - Not one word.

- Creative problems, huh? - Yeah. Mm-hm.

Well, I suppose I can help you with that.

Just this once.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- You don't even know what it is. - You're still dealing.

Brother, I am light years from that now.

I've been doing, uh, some consulting for a pharmaceutical company.

What, like some offshore lab making fake Viagra? Come on, Vern.

No. This is an exclusive product that's coming on stream next year.

They've had clinical trials and it's FDA approved.

All right, just out of curiosity and that's all...

Let's see it.

What's in it?

They've identified these receptors in the brain

that activate specific circuits.

And you how they say that we can only access 20 percent of our brain?

Well, what this does... it lets you access all of it.

Vern, look at me. Do I look good to you? I'm broke and I'm depressed off my ass.

I don't think that my life's gonna take some sudden upswing

into fame and fortune by taking some shiny, brand-new designer drug.

- - Gant.

When?

Tell him we can't do that. No, you tell him.

No, now.

Well, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to leave you here, Eddie.

But I really... I really do want to do this again.

So, call me. And, uh, that's on the house.

I don't want it.

Don't be ungrateful. You know how much that costs?

Eight hundred bucks. A pop.

You're welcome.

All the way home, I thought about Melissa.

How could she be a failure, too? She 'd been so smart.

- Smarter than anyone around her. -

Clearly, there was a direct link between this Eddie,

slightly drunk at 3:00 in the afternoon, and an earlier Eddie...

vomiting on his boss 's desk or stealing his dying aunt's Percocet.

So who could blame Lindy for dumping me?

In the end, how much worse could it get?

I didn't want to see anybody.

Especially not my landlord's nasty young wife.

- Valerie, Tuesday. - Look. Enough, OK?

Steve handles the rent, so you can feed your crap to him.

I suddenly had extra reason to get away from hen

I had thoughtlessly ingested a substance.

Like the rent's not low enough!

l had gotten remarkably little information from Vernon

about what this drug would do.

You could even be a bike messenger and come up with that. Really.

What if it was a hallucinogen? - It's pathetic.

Oh, my God. Listening to her rag...

If I were tripping, I 'd jump out a fucking window.

Hello? Are you listening to me?

Do you get it? You are gonna be out on the streets!

EDDIE.” And then, I felt it.

- -

I was blind, but now I see.

running away! You can't even look at me, you know why?

Because you're not even a man. You're not even a man!

You don't have rent! You don't have a job!

- What's wrong? - What?

You don't like me and I don't blame you. You see a self-defeating,

energy-sucking piece of shit who's sponging off your husband.

You're wishing I'd blow my brains out,

but my existence shouldn't make you this upset. What is it?

- That's none of your business. - Something wrong at law school?

How do you know I'm in law school?

People who aren't, usually don't carry around dry,

academically-constipated books about a dead Supreme Court justice.