Fly, The (1986)

[bunniefuu]

What am I working on?

Uh, I'm working on something
that'll change the word...

and human life as we know it.

Change it a lot or just a bit?
You'll have to be more specific.

What, do you want me to be
specific here, in this room...

with, uh, half the scientific community
of north America eavesdropping?

Is there another way?

Uh, y-you could come
back to my lab.

Listen, I'll make
you cappuccino.

I have a faema of my very
own. You know what that is?

It's not the dilettante's
plastic kitchen model.

It's one of those, uh, real
restaurant Espresso machines...

with the eagle on top and...

Somehow I get the feeling
you don't get out much.

You can tell that?

Yeah.

I think you're making a mistake.

I think you really
want to talk to me.

Sorry. I have three other interviews
to do before this party's over.

Yeah, but they're not working on something
that'll change the word as we know it.

They say they are.

Yeah, but they're
lying. I'm not.

- Are you sick?
- Oh...

Sure.

You're not a very
accomplished drunk.

No, no. I'm always like this.
It's, uh, motion sickness.

When I was a kid, I, uh...

puked on my tricycle.

- I hate vehicles.
- Should I drive more showily?

No, no. Just turn left.
We're almost there.

This is it?

It's, uh, cleaner on the inside.

Please.

♪♪♪♪

Listen, uh, maybe
this is a bad idea.

No. It's too late.

You've already seen them.

Can't let you leave here alive.

♪ ♪♪♪ - I haven't seen anything.

Those.

♪♪♪♪

Designer phone booths.

Very cute.

Hey, I bet you have a really neat
jukebox in here too someplace.

- Over there maybe?
- No.

No, this is the...

This is the prototype
of... those.

It's the first one I had made.

It, uh, works, but it's clunky.

I call them telecoms.

They're controlled by this.

Thank god for that.

So what do they do,
the phone booths?

Telepods.

Oh.

Uh, okay. I need
an object. Um...

Say, do you have something
on you that's...

uh, personal that I could use?

Something uniquely you, an
item of clothing or jewellery?

What, are you kidding?

No, I'm serious.

Okay. Here it goes.

Mm-hmm.

I don't wear jewellery.

Mm-hmm.

It's nice.

Uh, brundle, Seth.

Uh, bundle, Seth.

Uh, bundle, Seth.

Uh, bundle, Seth.

Begin teleportation sequence.

Um, keep your eye
on the stocking.

Well?

Great.

The word's largest
microwave oven.

I'm glad I didn't give you
my Rolex, if I had a Rolex.

No, you're missing
the point. Look.

'Teleportation'?

Please.

Oh...

Wait a minute.

Is that a hologram?

- Where's my stocking?
- That's it, the real one.

Go ahead. Pick it up.

I don't think I get it.

- What happened?
- You got it, all right.

You just can't handle it. Um...

Your stocking has just
been teleported...

from one pod to another...

uh, disintegrated there
and reintegrated there.

Sort of.

It will change the word
as we know it, right?

Oh, no...

Uh, this is, uh...
This is incredible.

I mean, it's not
possible, is it?

How have you managed
to keep this quiet?

- Please sit down.
- How could you do this alone?

Well, I don't work alone. There's a lot of
stuff in there I don't even understand.

I'm really, uh, a
systems management man.

I farm bits and pieces out to guys who
are much more brilliant than I am.

I say, 'build me a laser this. Design
me a molecular analyzer that.'

they do. And I just
stick them together.

But none of them knows what
the project really is.

So...

Wow. And, uh, the money?

Bartok science industries
financed this?

Mm-hmm. But they leave me alone
'cause I'm not expensive.

And they know they'll end up owning
it all, whatever it is. So...

- You haven't told them?
- When I'm ready.

Oh. Wait a second.

- What are you doing?
- Well, you want me to get...

the quotes right, don't you?

Quotes? No, no.

I thought this was personal.
You can't write about this.

What are you taking
about? I'm a journalist.

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

- You knew that.
- Uh...

I'm sorry. I apologize.
I made a mistake.

I shouldn't have shown you
this. I'm very, very sorry.

Listen. Particle magazine sent
me to that party to get a story.

And this is the most exciting
thing I've ever seen.

No, no. Absolutely not.

I'm gonna have to ask you
for that tape. Please.

You can't do that.

Don't you dare write a story. I'd never have
told any of this stuff to a journalist.

- But you did tell this stuff to a journalist.
- Yeah, I suppose I did.

- Sure did.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait... come here. What
about your stocking?

Keep it for good luck.

I farm bits and pieces out...

to guys who are much more
brilliant than I am.

I say, 'build me a laser this. Design
me a molecular analyzer that.'

they do. End I just
stick them together.

But none of them knows what
the project really is. So...

Wow. End, uh, the money?

Bartok science industries
financed this?

Mm-hmm. But they leave me alone
'cause I'm not expensive.

End they know they'll end up owning
it all, whatever it is. So...

Well, that's it.

What do you think?

It's a joke.

- What?
- He's conning you.

It's an old nightclub
routine, the two cabinets.

- End you fell for it.
-

Wait a minute. That was no nightclub...
- are we having lunch?

Listen, that was no nightclub
routine. I was there. I saw it.

Yep.

Sure. Send him in.

- You must have made an impression.
- What do you mean?

Your magician has
followed you here.

I'm stathis borans. I'm the
editor of particle magazine.

- Uh, Seth bundle...
- I know who you are.

Listen, uh, why don't
you two use my office?

I've gotta run.

If you plan to make
anything disappear...

please let me know.

I've got an assistant editor
who's outlived his usefulness.

You didn't waste any time.

I'm not getting any younger.

He didn't seem... He wasn't
impressed by your tape?

He thinks you're a con man.

Excellent.

Yeah? Well, let's see what the
people at Omni think about it.

No, no, listen, Veronica.

I've come here to say
one magic word to you.

Yeah?

Cheeseburger.

I've been working
alone too long.

I have a strong urge, uh, to
talk about what I'm doing.

But, um, if this gets out now...

Veronica, it'll k*ll me.

The Bartok people will k*ll
me. My coinages will k*ll me.

See, it's not ready yet.

- Seems to work okay.
- No. Something import ant's missing.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Which is?

I can only teleport
inanimate objects.

Well, what happens when you try
to teleport living things?

Not while we're eating.

It can't be worse than this.

Listen, you're not doing a very
good job of convincing me.

I think the word should
know about it now...

and I think I should
be the one to tell it.

You should tell it...

but, uh, not yet.

Look, what do you got so far?

Enough to make you nervous.

Why not get more? Let me
become your major project.

I'm taking about a book,
not a magazine article.

Follow me and my
work day by day...

in as much detail
as you can stand.

I don't have a life so there's
nothing for you to interfere with.

Research the background.
Cover the process.

'The compete record of the most
earth-shattering invention ever...

'The one that ended all
concepts of transport...

of borders and frontiers,
of time and space.'

your book will end with
me transporting myself...

15 feet through space from
one telepod to another.

That's what's really missing.

Wait for me that long?

What are you doing
in my apartment?

Just happened to be
in the neighbourhood.

Felt a bit scummy. Rough day.

Aaah. Aaah. Oh.

How did you get in?

Have a key, remember?

You gave it to me.

I knew I should have
changed the lock.

- I knew you wouldn't.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

That's because, unconsciously...

you still want me
to come back...

move in again.

No. That's because,
very consciously...

I'm lazy and disorganized.

Your new playmate's
an interesting guy.

- What playmates?
- The nightclub act.

Bundle.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I was wrong. He's
really quite brilliant.

He was the leader
of the f-3-2 team.

Remember that?

An inch away from the
Nobel prize for physics.

He was only 20 at the time.

I don't even think I'm
going to do bundle.

I'm still considering the
psychology today gig.

That's not like you.

Are you getting out or am I?

I'll go.

I have to put this issue to bed. Want
me to come back later and tuck you in?

No. Key.

I'll keep it...

for old time's sake.

You're a petty schmuck.

Initiate in five seconds.

I've got to do this, Seth.

Talk to the tape.
Get in the habit.

The world will want to
know what you're thinking.

'f*ck' is what I'm thinking.

Good. The world will
want to know that.

What else? Why didn't it work?

I think it, uh, turned
the baboon inside out.

Why?

Can't deal with the flesh. It only seems
to work with inanimate objects...

nothing that's living.

Must be my fault.

Why?

Computers are dumb. They only
know what you tell them.

I must not know enough
about the flesh myself.

I'm going to have to learn.

I don't want to talk now.

Do you ever change your clothes?

What?

Your clothes. You're always
wearing the same clothes.

No. These are clean.

I change my clothes every day.

Five sets of exactly
the same clothes?

Learned it from Einstein.

This way I don't have to, um...

expend any thought on
what I'm going to wear.

I just grab the next
set on the rack.

I bought some steaks.

Could I make you one?

We could go out.

Cheeseburger?

No, I... I... I...

We don't have to go there.

You're very cute. You know that?

Am I?

- Oh. Ow. Ow.
- What happened?

My back. Ow.

Oh. Oh, god. Something's
stuck to your back.

Well, pull it off.

Oh. Ooh.

Ow.

- Sorry.
- Oh.

Huh. I wondered what
happened to this.

Do you have any disinfectant?

- No, it's okay.
- Well, let me kiss it for you.

- Oh.
- Babe, thank you.

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

Sorry. I just want
to eat you up.

You know, that's why old
ladies pinch babies' cheeks.

It's the flesh. It
just makes you crazy.

- Ronnie, Ronnie?
- Hmm?

Want to try an experiment?

Sure.

Okay.

Eat this. I need an
objective opinion.

Yes? - Well, it could
use some finesse...

but, um, it tastes like a steak.

Oh.

Okay...

Now try this teleported half.

Are you serious? A monkey
just came apart in there.

Baboon. Eat.

Ooh. Mm... that tastes funny.

- Funny how?
- It tastes, um...

synthetic.

- Mm-hmm.
- So what have we proved?

The computer is...

giving us its
interpretation of a steak.

It's, uh, translating it for us.

It's rethinking it rather
than reproducing it...

and something is getting
lost in the translation.

Me. I'm lost.

The flesh. It should make
the computer, uh, crazy...

like those old ladies
pinching babies.

But it doesn't. Not yet. I
haven't taught the computer...

to be made crazy by
the, uh, flesh...

the poetry of the steak.

So I'm going to start
teaching it now.

♪ ♪♪♪ -

I should have known it.

- What are you doing here?
- I followed you.

Psychology today, my ass.

You stayed with
bundle all night.

Why didn't I believe
you, I wonder?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. I think
he'd look great in this.

Don't you? Hmm?

Hmm? I mean, for your
time magazine cover...

you've got to look good, right?

Don't you get it? I'm finally
onto something that's big. Huge.

Yeah? What, his cock?

Crude, stathis. Very crude.

You're too perfect to believe.

You're a goddess.

Thank you for making my most
paranoid fantasies come true.

I don't have to report
to you, you creep.

Ronnie, you've got
to talk to me.

I don't have to do anything.
We're finished, remember?

I'll spend the night
anywhere I damn well please.

Sorry. Uh, I'll take this too.

I think it's time for champagne.

Oh, god, Seth. It's
really happened.

You did it. You'll never
have to get carsick again.

Or airsick or seasick.

Mm, I know, I know.
Or tricycle-sick.

What's next?

Well, I'll send the
baboon out for tests.

- See if he's really okay.
- How long will that take?

Could be weeks.

Really?

- Yeah, why?
- Well, I was thinking...

that we could take a holiday.

We could?

Yeah. You know, like
an old married couple.

Old man's got a couple
of weeks off...

so they go to Florida,
someplace warm.

Just you and me?

Yeah, why? Is there someone else
you're thinking of bringing along?

No, no, I just, um...

Is this a romance we're
having? Is that what it is?

Yeah. It could be a romance.

Come here.

I have a great idea.

Do you like Chinese food?

Yes.

We're going to have a very
romantic dinner right here.

- Hey, what's this?
- Oh, yeah.

From your editor. Sorry. Somebody
sipped it under the door.

Hello, Victor? Yeah,
it's Seth bundle.

- Oh, yeah, I'll wait.
- Oh, no.

What? What's that?

Nothing. It's just, uh,
personal bullshit.

I thought old married couples
shared all their personal bullshit.

That's how they stayed
old and married.

Uh, listen.

- Seth, don't rush it.
- What are you taking about?

- Look, I have to go out for a few hours.
- Now? No.

Ronnie, uh, spicy
eggplant, champagne.

Just for a few hours.

I still have the residue
of another life, you know.

I have to... scrape
it off my shoe...

and get rid of it
once and for all.

- Uh, hi...
-

what's this supposed to mean?

It means that I'm your editor, and I'm
shaping your material into a story.

You're the one who told
me there was no story.

You said bundle was a con man.

I've decided to trust your
journalistic instincts.

Thanks very much, but
this is not your story.

- It's mine.
- Says who?

I sent you to the Bartok party
to see what you could find.

Your discovery is my discovery.

I have a lot of
background on bundle.

He's been working on this
thing for six years.

There's material out there
to find if you dig deep.

- I dug.
- Stathis...

Everything that has to do with
transportation will become obsolete.

And I am right there
in the middle of it...

the only recorder of the
event from the inside out.

Okay.

Okay.

Look, uh... just keep
me informed, all right?

As a friend?

As a professional confidant?

That's all?

I don't want you to
disappear from my life.

Okay.

What about sex?

I'm not saying love or affection,
just stress-relieving sex.

You and me.

You're disgusting, as always.

Wouldn't want to disappoint you.

'Residue' means her old
boyfriend, doesn't it?

Stathis borans is
her old boyfriend.

'From the desk of
stathis borans.'

how about, 'under the
desk of stathis borans'?

She's working for
her old boyfriend.

Now she runs out late
at night to see him.

What is this, the Ronnie game?

I'm catching on.
I'm catching on.

I didn't mean to
k*ll your brother.

But he didn't die in vain, if
that's of any comfort. End...

As the general said...

'There's nothing I'd ask you to do
that I wouldn't do myself, boys.'

hey, you're all right.

From looking at you, I
can tell you're okay.

What are we waiting
for? Let's do it.

How you doing?

Now, you tell me...

am I different somehow?

Is it live, or is it memorex?

It's too bad Ronnie missed it.

I missed you last night.

It's still night. I came back.

You had to celebrate without me.

I'm sorry.

I went through last night.

You went through?

Without testing the baboon?

I was... drunk. I
was a bit upset.

You could have k*lled yourself.

Are you sleeping
with stathis borans?

What are you taking about?

I... I don't know. I just,
um, get that feeling.

That's why you were upset?

I got jealous.

Oh, god. Seth...

you don't have to be jealous.

He's an old boyfriend.

He was teaching at college.
I was a science major.

He got me started in journalism.

Is he still in love with you?

How could he not be?

Hey, what about our deal?

You went through,
and I wasn't there.

Don't worry. I taped it for you.

You did?

So, I asked the computer
if it had improved me.

It said it didn't know
what I was taking about.

That's made me think carefully about
what I've been feeling and why.

I'm beginning to think the sheer process
of being taken apart atom by atom...

and put back together again...

It's like coffee being put through a
filter. It's somehow a purifying process.

It's purified me. It's cleansed
me. And I'll tell you...

I think it's going to
allow me to realize...

the personal potential I've been
neglecting all these years...

that I've been obsessively
pursuing goal after goal.

Do you normally take
coffee with your sugar?

What? Oh.

You know, I just don't think I've
ever given me a chance to be me.

But, of course, interestingly...

at the exact moment
that I achieved...

what'll probably prove
to be my life's work...

that's the moment when I started
being the real me finally.

So, uh, listen... not
to wax messianic...

but it may be true that the
synchronicity of those two events...

might blur the resultant individual
effect of either individuality.

But it is, uh, nevertheless
also certainly true...

I will say now however
subjectively...

that human teleportation... molecular
decimation, breakdown and reformation...

is inherently purging...
It makes a man a king.

From the moment I walked out,
I felt like a million bucks.

I think I am gonna have
a cannoli after all.

Waiter. I mean, w-what
an accomplishment.

But what have I really done? All
I've done is say to the word...

'Let's go. Move. Catch
me if you can.'

- waiter. Jesus Christ.
-

oh, god. Wait.

- What?
- Uh... oh, god.

What?

How can you keep going?

You can't have any... Have
any fluid left in your body.

We've been doing this for hours.

I-I'm not ready to quit yet.

- Come on.
- Oh...

- Come on.
- Oh...

Mm. Hey. What's this?

It's an attempt to distract
me, that's what it is.

No, really, what is it?

It's like... Hairs or something.

I don't know. It's, uh...

It happens when you get older.
Weird hair configurations.

They're really coarse.

Well, I've never really
been hairy enough.

You know what I mean?
Airways too boyish.

I'm looking forward
to a hairy body.

It's one of the compensations of old
age. Come here. Where are you going?

Let me go.

You're let go.

Hey, hey, hey. Not my new
hairs. What are you doing?

Relax, bundle.

I don't really think you want
a body covered with these.

God.. They're really tough.

Listen. I want you
to go through.

I want to teleport you
as soon as possible.

Right now. You'll
feel incredible.

Ronnie, I hardily need to sleep
anymore and I feel wonderful.

It's like a drug, but a
perfectly pure and benign drug.

The power I feel
surging inside me...

I won't wear you out. We'll be the
perfect couple. The dynamic duo.

- Come on. Right now.
- Hey, wait.

Don't give me that born-again...

teleportation rap. I told
you I'm scared to do it.

W-what do I have to say?
I'm not gonna do it.

You're a f*cking
drag, you know that.

Something went wrong, Seth.

When you went through,
something went wrong.

No? If not you, if you're
too chickenshit...

to be a member of the dynamic
duo club, okay, then great.

I'll find somebody else, somebody
who can keep up with me.

Seth, you have to listen to me.

You're afraid to dive into
the plasma pool, aren't you?

You're afraid to be destroyed
and recreated, aren't you?

I'll bet you think you woke me
up about the flesh, don't you?

But you only know society's
straight line about the flesh.

You can't penetrate beyond society's
sick, gray fear of the flesh.

Drink deep or taste not
the plasma spring.

See what I'm saying?

I'm not just taking about
sex and penetration.

I'm taking about penetration
beyond the veil of the flesh...

a deep, penetrating dive
into the plasma pool.

♪♪♪♪

I'll have a scotch.

Who's winning?

I don't know. I hope it's marky.

- How come?
- Because...

I like marky tonight.

Well, I like you tonight.

Maybe I'd better get
involved in this too.

Hey, pal, you're disturbing us.

I got 100 bucks says I can
b*at either one of you.

Take a hike, assh*le.

Here.

Here's my 100...

and I take the lady home
for the night if I win.

Says who? Do I look
like a hooker to you?

Hey, tawny, it's an easy 100. Come
on, pal. Let's get it over with.

Better watch out. He
eats chocolate bars.

Yeah, so I noticed.

I don't think he has a chance.

My arm.

Are you a bodybuilder
or something?

Are you a bodybuilder
or something?

Yeah, I build bodies. I take them apart,
then I put them back together again.

Well, you sure took marky apart.

- Let's go back to my place.
- Your place?

Yeah, well, okay. I live
with my mother anyway.

But, uh, can we go to maybe
a few more bars first?

I mean, it's a little
too early to quit.

Sure, a few more bars.

Great place.

Hey.

There's no elevator.

- I can't make it.
- No, there's an elevator.

There. Don't you
feel elevated? -

whoa.

Oh.

Ooh.

Ooh..

Wow.

Are you some sort of magician?

Yes.

Ahhh.

- Ooh.
-

so? Are we going to
breakfast or not?

- It's your turn.
- To do what?

- I want you to go through.
- No.

- I don't want to try that.
- Why not? It'll make you feel sexy.

But I already feel sexy.

How 'bout... A nice alcohol rub?

Don't do that. It hurts.

Sorry, hon.

I didn't know you had
the skin of a Princess.

- You're real sensitive, huh?
- Okay, okay.

That's it. You're
going to like it.

I don't want to. I'm afraid.

- Don't be afraid.
- No.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Who's this?

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I
live with my mother too.

Mum, meet tawny.

I gotta go.

Thanks for a wonderful time.

Why'd you scare
her off? Jealous?

You're changing, Seth.

Everything about
you is changing.

You look bad.

You smell bad.

I've never been
much of a bather.

Those... weird hairs that were growing
out of your back, I took them to a lab.

I had them analyzed.

The hairs?

The hairs?

Oh. Yeah, that's a
strange thing to do.

Not as strange as the results.

The guy at the lab had
trouble identifying them.

He finally came to
the conclusion...

that they were
definitely not human.

Oh. Very good.

Not human, Seth.

In fact, very likely
insect hairs.

That's silly. That's ridiculous.

Look. Now there's more.
Uh, look at your face.

Something happened when
you went through, Seth.

You've got to get some help.
I think you must be sick.

You're jealous.

I've become free. I've been
released, and you can't stand it.

You'll do anything
to bring me down.

Look at me. Does this look sick? Does
this look like a sick man to you?

- No. Stop it.
- Do you know any sick men...

who can do that? Come here.

- No. Seth.
- Deal's off. I don't need you anymore.

No, wait. Seth,
please. Wait. Seth.

Don't come back.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh. Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Ow.

Oh, no.

What's happening
to me? Am I dying?

Is this how it
starts? Am I dying?

Bundle, Seth.

Give me a disk.

Uh, I need the first
teleportation, S. Bundle.

Run sequence.

Hello.

Seth.

Seth, I've been trying to
reach you. Where are you?

For the last four weeks,
I've been afraid to see you.

Now, I'm... Afraid not to.

Where are you? Are you at home?

Veronica, you don't know
how right you were.

I've gotten... Much, much worse.

Please come to see
me. Please come now.

Seth? I'm here.

Stop.

Seth.

You were right.

I'm diseased and, uh, might
be contagious somehow.

I wouldn't want to infect you.

And it's been accelerating.

It's unrelenting. Every
day there are... changes.

Every time I look in the mirror there's
someone different, hideous, repulsive.

What happened?

♪ I know an old lady who swallowed
a fly perhaps she'll die ♪ ♪

Seth, please.

I was not pure. The teleporter insisted
on inner purity. I was not pure.

I don't know what you mean.

A fly...

got into the... transmitter pod with
me that first time when I was alone.

Uh, the computer...
Got confused.

There weren't supposed to be two
separate genetic patterns...

and it decided to, uh,
splice us together.

It mated us, me and the fly.

We hadn't even been
properly introduced.

My teleporter turned her
into a gene splicer...

a very good one, and now I'm
not Seth bundle anymore.

I'm the offspring of
bundle and housefly.

Oh, god.

- No.
- Oh, god. Seth.

You look so pretty.

What will happen?

Oh, I think it's showing itself
as a bizarre form of cancer...

- Oh, no.
- And general cellular chaos and revolution.

I'm, uh, just going to
have to disintegrate.

In a novel way, no doubt.
And then I'll die.

- And then it'll be over.
- No, no, no.

I don't accept that. There
must be something we can do...

somebody we can go to,
tests that can be done.

No. Um, I won't be just
another tumorous bore...

taking endlessly about his... hair
failing out and his lost lymph nodes.

Then what do you want me to
do? Why did you call me?

Oh.

Oh, that... that's disgusting.

Uh.

My... ear. No.

I'm scared.

Help me.

Please. Please help me.

Don't go back to him.

That's it? That's your advice?

He's right, don't you see?
It could be contagious.

- It could turn into an epidemic.
- I have to go back to him.

I don't believe this.

If you saw him, stathis...

if you saw how scared and
angry and desperate he is...

I'm sure typhoid Mary was
a nice person too...

when you saw her socially.

- Listen, I do not want you going...
- I don't care what you want.

All right, fine.

Do I have permission to claim
your body when this is all over?

Oh, god.

Look, how about this?

You say if only I
saw him. Show me.

Tape him. Show me.

Let me think about it.

I'll come up with something.

Seth?

- Seth?
- No, no. Up here.

Oh.

Gotten pretty good
at it, haven't I?

Yeah, it's almost
second nature. -

stopped biting my nails.

Oh, look at this. What's this?

I don't know.

I seem to be stricken by a disease
with a purpose, wouldn't you say?

Maybe not such a... Bad
disease after all.

I can't stay here.

No, no, no.

Why not? Why can't you?

I can't take it. It's too much.

What's there to take? The disease
has just revealed its purpose.

We don't have to worry
about contagion anymore.

- I know what the disease wants.
- What does the disease want?

It wants to... turn me
into something else.

That's not too terrible, is it?

Most people would give anything
to be turned into something else.

- Turned into what?
- What do you think, a fly?

Am I becoming a 185-pound fly?

No, I'm becoming something
that never existed before.

I'm becoming brundlefly.

Don't you think that's worth
a Nobel prize or two?

Here.

I want to give a
demonstration...

that I think you'll want to,
uh, record for posterity.

I think you must chronicle...

the life and times of
brundlefly, don't you?

At the very least, it should
make a fabulous children's book.

You seem tired.

You got me there?

How does brundlefly eat?

He found out the hard and painful way
that he eats much the way a fly eats.

His teeth are now
useless because...

although he can chew up solid
food, he can't digest it.

Solid food hurts.
So, like a fly...

Brundlefly breaks down solids
with a corrosive enzyme...

playfully called vomit drop.

He regurgitates on his
food, it liquefies...

and then he sucks it back up.

Ready for a demonstration, kids?

Here goes.

Oh, my god.

My god.

- Hey, Ronnie?
-

Ronnie?

What is it?

I'm pregnant.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I'm pregnant with Seth's baby.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I just... I don't know.

Stathis, I'm scared.

It's going to be
all right, Ronnie.

It's going to be fine.

I don't think I want to lose it.

Is there something wrong
with me? Why am I losing it?

It's better this way,
Ronnie. You'll see.

It's the best thing
that could happen.

She's expelling it.
It's coming out.

I don't even think we're
gonna have to go in.

Oh. - It's gonna be easy.
Don't worry, honey.

No. Please, no.

Yeah, there's no problem.
It'll be over soon.

Here we go. Okay.

Just a little suction
here, a little suction.

Suction. Hod it. Hold on a
minute. There's more in there.

- There's more?
- Yeah. I mean, a lot more.

Okay. You're gonna have to help
us. Come on. You can push.

You can push it out. Come on.

- Oh.
- Push. That's it. Come on.

- Push. Use those muscles. That's it.
- No, wait.

Give us a push. You can
push it out. That's it.

- Come on.
- No, wait. Wait. No.

- You can do it.
- Oh.

Wait. Oh.

Oh. No.

Oh.. No.. Oh.. Oh..

Oh.

I want a disk. Give me
preliminary integration.

I want a disk. Give me
preliminary integration.

I want a disk. Give me
preliminary integration.

I want a disk. Give me
preliminary integration.

You're relics. Yes, you
are. You can't deny it.

Vestigial, archaeological,
redundant.

Artifacts of a bygone era,
of historical interest only.

You've missed some good moments.

Is that why you're
here, to catch up?

I wanted...

My teeth have begun to fall out.

The medicine cabinet's now the
bundle museum of natural history.

- You want to see what else is in it?
- No.

Then...

what do you want?

I... came to tell you...

um...

I, uh... I just...

I wanted to s-see you...

before...

You have to leave now...

and never come back here.

Have you ever heard
of insect poetics?

Neither have I.

Insects... don't have poetics.

They're very brutal.

No compassion, no compromise.

We can't trust the insect.

I'd like to become... The
first insect politician.

You see, I'd like to, um, but...

oh, I'm afraid, um...

I don't know what
you're trying to say.

I'm saying...

I'm saying I'm an insect...

who dreamt he was a
man and loved it.

But now the dream is over...

and the insect is awake.

No, no. No, Seth.

I'm saying...

I'll hurt you if you stay.

No. No.

No.

No.

Let's go. Let's do it now.

Now? Wait. Wait a minute.
What did he say?

I couldn't tell him.

- Let's go, damn it.
- No.

We should wait for a few days. I don't
think you're in the right state of mind...

No. Now. I want it out of my body
now. You should have seen him.

There could be anything in
here. In me. In my body.

I don't know if I can arrange
it right now, tonight.

Why do we have to run around in
the dark like a couple of...

'Cause I don't want it in
my body. You understand me?

I don't want it in my body.

Well, okay. What's the story?

She's pregnant, and she
wants to have an abortion.

In the middle of the night?

We have good reason
to think that...

this... child will be deformed.

- Yeah, but in the middle of the night?
- Look, Brent.

Please.

- Is it your child?
- No.

It's the...

It's the child of... A
man who is deformed.

Listen, I don't mean
to interfere...

but I detect a certain...
Uncertainty here.

There are tests we can do to
determine whether or not this...

I don't want tests.

Tests can't guarantee anything.

The baby could start off
normal and then become...

I want an abortion.

I'll do it myself if I have to.

Okay, if you'll just slip into that,
we'll be on our way in no time.

Oh... no. No.

Wait. Seth, no.

Why did you want to k*ll bundle?

The baby... might be all
that's left of the real me.

Please don't k*ll me.

I can't have it. I'm afraid.

Please. Have the baby.

I can't. I can't.

Too bad.

Too bad.

Jesus.

Ah.

Let me go. Let me go.

No.. don't..

Don't, please. Please.

Help me. Help me to be human.

How?

Oh.

Well...

I go there...

and, uh, you go there.

We... come apart...

and... then we...
Come together there.

You, me... and the baby.

Together.

No.

We'll be the ultimate family.

A family of three...

joined together in one body.

More human than I am alone.

Oh, no. No. No, no.

Oh, no. No. No, no.

No. No. No. No.

Oh, please. Oh, god, please.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. No. Oh. Oh.

God.. No.. No..

Oh, god..

Please, don't. No, don't.

No.. No..

No.

Please. Let me out. Oh, god.

No. No, I can't.

No.. I can't. No.

No. God.