Rise of the Planet of the Apes

(MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Okay, okay. Here you go.

And let's go again.

Which one is this? Number nine?

Yeah, this is number nine.

Bright Eyes, we call her.

Are you watching this?

This is unbelievable.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

-How many moves was that? -20.

Yeah, a perfect score is 15.

Doc, what are you giving her?

Hey, give me that video!

Chimp number nine, just one dose.

Aren't I seeing you later?

We are good to go.

I'm going to call you back. Yeah, all right. Thanks. Bye.

The 112. It works.

On just the one primate.

One is all we need. Full cognitive recovery. We're ready.

Look, are you sure you're not rushing this?

I've been working on this for five and a half years.

The data is clear.

We're ready, Steven.

All I need is your approval for human trials.

For this, you're going to need the board's approval.

There's a lot of money riding on this, Will.

You only get one shot.

One shot is all I need.

All right. But I'll need to see

-all the research. -You got it.

-And, Will... -Yeah?

Keep your personal emotions out of it.

These people invest in results, not dreams.

Okay.

Meet chimp nine.

Here she is tasking at what is called the Lucas Tower,

the object of which is to move the tower from peg to peg,

without placing a larger block on top of a smaller block.

As expected, she was unable to complete the puzzle at all.

Then, we gave her what we call ALZ-112,

a gene therapy that allows the brain to create its own cells

in order to repair itself.

In biology, this is called neurogenesis. Here at Gen-Sys,

we call it the cure to Alzheimer's.

Donnie, you get her ready?

She's got stage fright.

Is that what it is?

Hey! Hey!

She is going to break my hand!

Let go. Bright Eyes, let go!

Are you all right?

We're ready to move on to the next phase. Human trials.

Here you go, Bright Eyes. It's your favorite fizzy soda, come on.

Let's go, Donnie. We should have her downstairs already.

Okay? Good girl.

Come on out, girl. That's right.

That's for you.

Around the neck, Donnie! Around the neck.

Around the neck! Jesus!

Donnie, do it now! Open up!

Donnie!

I'm going to sedate her.

-No, no, no, no! Door! Get the door! Bright Eyes!

No, no, no, no.

Close it down. Close it down now!

Go get help. Donnie! Donnie! Come on.

There have been absolutely no side effects associated with 112.

With one exception.

For some reason, the chimps' irises exhibit flecks of green.

Actually, we first noticed it in chimp nine.

Hence her nickname, Bright Eyes. You will see when we bring her in.

Watch out!

In theory,

this therapy can be used to treat a wide range of brain disorders.

It is virtually limitless.

As are the potential profits, which is why

we are confident that you will vote to approve human trials.

No! No!

Mr. Jacobs? Mr. Jacobs, I am begging you.

I am begging you not to do this.

Look, it would cost a small fortune

to run lab work-ups on all of those chimps

only to tell me what I already know.

That they are contaminated.

There are lives at stake here.

These are animals with personalities, with attachments.

-Attachments? -Yeah.

I run a business, not a petting zoo.

Find the most cost-effective way to put those apes down.

-I can't do that. -You're the chimp handler. Handle it.

Steven?

-Well, that was fun. -They've taken the 112.

The board have rejected your proposal.

They've chosen to advance other programs.

Well, there must be something that you can do.

Yes, there is. I could fire you.

Believe me, we talked about it.

We have five years of conclusive data.

Parade all the data you want,

you will never convince anyone to invest another dime.

This drug has the potential to save lives.

To bankrupt this company, more like.

I swear, you know everything about the human brain

except the way it works.

Go back to the drawing board on the 112.

Start again in molecular development.

Find a way to get there before someone else does.

And clean up this mess.

Franklin?

They carry small.

She must have been pregnant when they brought her in.

So that's why...

She wasn't being aggressive, she was just being protective?

She thought we were going to hurt her baby.

Come here.

I'd take him myself, but my brother-in-law works for security.

He'd rat me out in a second.

What, you want me to take it home? I can't take care of a monkey.

-He's not a monkey, he's an ape. -Franklin, I...

It's just for a couple days, until I find a sanctuary. That's all I need.

Franklin, no. Look, this isn't my responsibility.

This is company property.

Okay. I'm going to tell you what, Doc.

Jacobs made me put down the other 12.

I'm done.

Be my guest.

(CLAIRE DE LUNE PLAYING ON PIANO)

-Hey. -Hi.

-Oh, you look beat. -Yeah.

How is he doing?

Well, he has good days and bad days.

Today, not so good. Although, he has been quoting Shakespeare.

Oh, you got a pet.

Just a temporary house guest.

Oh. Well, it might be good for him.

-Yeah. -Good night.

Hey, Dad.

-Dad? -Will!

Hi. I didn't hear you come in.

Today is the day, right?

You thought I'd forget.

You have a big test today, right? Chemistry?

Hey, Dad, do you want to see something?

What?

What is that? Is he injured?

No, I think that is a birthmark.

"But as for Caesar,

"kneel down, kneel down, and wonder."

Yeah, don't get too attached.

He is a cute little guy, isn't he?

Where are my car keys?

-My car keys! Where did you put them? -Dad.

You don't drive anymore.

I know that.

Here,

why don't you feed him?

-Can you do that? -Of course I can.

Will, look at this.

How old is he? A day old? Two days old?

Yeah.

Well, he is a smart one, isn't he?

What are you going to name him?

I don't know.

Right away, Caesar displayed signs of heightened intelligence.

So I kept him and brought my work home.

By 18 months,

Caesar was signing up to 24 words.

By age two,

Caesar was completing puzzles and models

designed for children eight years and up.

At age three,

Caesar continues to show cognitive skills

that far exceed that of a human counterpart.

Home. Home.

He completed the Lucas Tower in fifteen moves,

a perfect score.

I maintain my hypothesis

that, A, the green in his eyes indicates that the ALZ-112

was passed genetically from mother to son

and, B, that in the absence of damaged cells that need replacing,

the drug in his system has radically boosted healthy brain functioning.

And,

he plays chess pretty well.

It's my lamp! And my room! -(IRENA ARGUING)

Dad?

I don't need you here. -Irena, I'm sorry.

I can't do this anymore.

He belongs in a home. This is no way for him to live.