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(upbeat music)
♪ Captured effortlessly ♪
♪ That's the way it was ♪
♪ Happened so naturally ♪
♪ Did not know it was love ♪
♪ The next thing I felt was you ♪
♪ Holding me close ♪
♪ What was I gonna do ♪
♪ I let myself go ♪
♪ And now we're flying through the stars ♪
♪ I hope this night will last forever ♪
♪ I've been waiting for you ♪
♪ It's been so long ♪
♪ I knew just what I would do ♪
♪ When I heard your song ♪
♪ You filled my heart with a kiss ♪
♪ You gave me freedom ♪
♪ You knew I could not resist ♪
♪ I needed someone ♪
♪ And now we're flying through the stars ♪
♪ I hope this night will last forever ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ain't nobody, nobody ♪
♪ Loves me better ♪
♪ Makes me happy ♪
♪ Makes me feel this way ♪
♪ Nobody ♪
♪ Ain't nobody ♪
♪ Loves me better ♪
- Baby, how's that bun coming along?
- It's coming along just fine,
only two more months to go.
- Look, what?
(laughing)
You know I am not talking about that bun.
I'm talking about this one.
- Okay, what?
It's hot.
Just a few more minutes to let it cool.
- Okay, I really can't wait that much longer.
It's my favorite part of Thanksgiving.
You know how lucky you are to get this recipe?
Because back in my heyday, you had competition.
- Did I? - Yeah.
There were ladies. - There were ladies?
- A lot of ladies.
- A lot of ladies? - Yeah.
But, I chose you.
- Awe.
- Oh, yeah.
You got the recipe and the man.
(laughing)
- There were ladies.
Boy, please.
We've been together since high school
and I certainly don't remember any lines
forming around the corner for you.
Now how I got that recipe on the other hand
is another story.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
But what I can say is that Mrs. Hart
told me to guard it with my life.
- You do that.
- I miss her.
You know, it seems like just yesterday that she passed.
I just have to ask myself
if we could have done more to address her cancer earlier on.
You know, since I've started this MD residency program
I have entirely different perspective
on cancer services, treatment, and preventative care.
With every cancer patient I come across who's beat it
I just can't help wondering if, you know,
we could have done more.
- Done more?
Like what?
- Like I don't know, you know,
maybe if we had pre-screened earlier
or maybe if we had started treatment
right after she was diagnosed,
or, you know, if she would've just listened to your dad
at the beginning, maybe more could have been different.
- Like how?
More pain?
More suffering?
Experimentation?
Different how?
- I didn't mean to mean to say that.
- You didn't need to say that?
So you just, you didn't mean to show how naive you are?
That's what you mean?
You didn't mean to show how blinded you are
by your own ambition?
Doctors, medicine, all of it.
It doesn't help.
It just speeds up the process of death.
Chemo just made everything for her worse
and my father's advice just fueled the fire.
- No, that's not the case
and chemo wasn't the only option.
- It was like she was there.
And the next day she's being sentenced to death
by the very doctor she went to for help.
Had she not listened to my father's advice
and just ignored him completely,
she would have went out on her own terms in her own time.
But nah, she suffered through hell to die.
Talking about 5% survival rate.
What the hell does that mean?
Why do they tell you that?
Because false hope sells.
She had no chance, no chance of beating cancer.
Even if she was predisposed genetically,
like they say I am, but look at me.
I'm fine. - Junior.
- No, the bottom line is this.
My father poisoned her mind
and the doctors experimented on her
like she was some lab rat
or a guinea pig, and guess who lost in the end.
She did.
All of those tests, man, the injections,
the medication, the chemo, all of it
that he forced down her throat for what?
So he could, so he could make up for lost time?
So he could make up for never being there,
never giving her what she really wanted,
which was a husband.
Stress is what killed her,
and the cancer was secondary.
And the doctors, they just put the nail in the coffin.
- The reality is that most families have a stigma
against cancer treatment.
And you know, your dad was the exception.
He was!
He encouraged your mother to go get treatment sooner.
But by the time she took him seriously, it was too late.
- Too late for what?
She should have never had to go through
what she went through because of her selfish husband
relying on false hope and optimism.
He kept her connected to a machine
for two weeks after she was declared dead
hoping for a miracle.
There are no miracles.
(somber music)
And if it's me, if I am ever pronounced dead,
or slip into a coma with unbeatable odds,
pull the damn plug.
Don't let that man, the poster boy of false hope and faith
convince you otherwise.
Pull the plug.
Promise me because that's all I'm asking.
Promise me, Carol.
- Okay.
- [Mr. Hart] Hello, Junior.
- I'm so sorry, Mr. Hart.
Junior, I tried to tell you.
- Carol, dear, sorry for what?
For inviting me over for Thanksgiving dinner?
It's been a while since I've seen you all, my loving son.
But when I read your text about the bun you have
cooking in the oven,
you know, the one that mom used to make,
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
And I heard that you have another bun cooking in the oven.
One that just can't wait to get out.
Isn't that right, little princess?
- How long have you been here?
- Not long, son, but long enough.
- It was time.
- You meant to tell me this was happening?
- Yes, I meant to tell you this afternoon,
but then we started talking about all this other stuff.
- No, we need to talk about the decision.
- I know we needed to, all right.
All right, but would you have said yes?
- No.
- I know you wouldn't have said yes.
- That's why we need to talk about it.
- [Carol] He's the last thing. - Now, son.
I know you blame me for your mother,
and the medical recommendations
I encouraged her to pursue.
Some she did, some she did not end that.
- I blame you for a lot more than that.
- And I know you haven't forgiven me
for some of the poor choices that I made in the past.
It's true, I could have been a better father.
I'm manning up.
And even a better husband.
But that doesn't discount the choices
I encouraged your mother to take
when she was sick.
Most, if not all she refused to do
out of fear that it would just make things worse.
- And it did.
- However, the advice that she did heed
definitely was in her best interest, prolonged her life,
and had she taken them sooner
there could have been a positive outcome, and your wife
and aspiring medical doctor can attest to that.
- Leave her out of it.
You know what your recommendations got my mom?
Just more pain and suffering.
- Junior, now, you listen.
- No, I'm not listening to you anymore.
No one should.
- Junior, we could have worked together
as a team when your mother was sick.
And if you had faith in something greater than you and I
even the size of a mustard seed, Junior,
then who knows what mountains we could have moved
in regards to your mother's treatment.
But since you're so God damn stubborn
and always wanting to blame somebody, blame yourself.
God damn it.
- Yeah? - Yeah,
for not working together and not having a positive attitude
when your mother needed it the most.
- Say it again.
Go ahead.
- [Mr. Hart] Junior.
- This is delicious.
Now we've worked up an appetite.
Let's go to the dining room before the food gets cold.
Junior needs all the energy he can get.
He's working a double bright and early in the AM.
This season on patrol is the worst, isn't it, Junior?
- Yeah.
- Oh boy, do I remember that shift well.
The Black Friday tour,
and to tell you the truth, Black Friday only became
a recent phenomenon, let's say in the last 10 or 15 years.
- I can never understand Black Friday.
I don't know why people would stand in a line
for hours for a bargain, but.
- Yeah, but they can't form a line at a nearby clinic
or at a doctor's office for a routine medical checkup.
- Here, honey, you should eat something.
- Actually I lost my appetite.
- Junior, stay.
- Get off me.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear momma ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Although this might be my last birthday
with all of you.
- You shouldn't speak that way.
Why don't you think positive?
Allow the chemo to work.
- No!
- This is the reality we all must accept.
- God damn it, Joanne.
- Dad.
No, not today.
- All right you two.
Don't start.
Cut it out!
(dramatic music)
Why you allow your father to get under your skin like that?
You know your father is a fighter.
He's not the only one fighting.
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Junior. - I'll take care of this.
- I just need water.
- Still see that you're having those headaches, son.
You've had them for years.
Seems like they're going from bad to worse.
Any reason why you haven't had yourself checked out?
I gave you a recommendation a couple months ago.
- I said, I'm fine.
I'm good.
I just needed some, some water.
And I would never take a recommendation from you.
- Son, you need to be checked out by a doctor,
or by the neurologist I recommended.
I want you to try to have some faith for once in your life.
These headaches, they aren't normal.
- You saw how far mom got taking your recommendations.
Like I said, I'm good.
I got my faith right here,
and they get me through the day
more than any doctor or ward of wisdom could.
- I will continue to pray for you, son,
and hope that my faith flows into you.
- Cool, whatever.
I'm going up.
I got a long night.
Take care, old man.
- I'm so sorry, Mr. Hart.
- Oh, don't mind him.
He's headstrong like his mother.
He will be fine.
It's these and the headaches he's having
that I'm more concerned about.
- He's been self-medicating with those
for as long as I can remember.
- And you haven't done anything to deter it?
And you haven't encouraged him to seek medical attention?
I mean, you're an aspiring medical doctor, are you not?
Well, aren't you?
- We all have choices in how we choose to live our life,
including your son, my husband, Junior.
- And what if the person simply is blind
to what the best choice is like my son, your husband Junior?
- What am I supposed to do?
He's made his choice.
That's his choice and his alone to make.
- Well, if that's the case then
regret is the by-product of inaction.
Let that settle with you.
And hopefully, your choice of inaction won't give birth
to a lifelong regret.
It was my choice not to encourage my wife
to seek medical treatment
when she first saw physical changes in her body.
Instead, I did nothing, stood there and watched
while she waited until the absolute last minute
to seek treatment when there was no other choice.
And by that time it was too late.
Junior hates me for trying to save his mother.
And I only came to her aid at the last minute.
So no matter how you spin it, it's a lose-lose for me.
I've lost my wife, and you might as well say I lost a son.
God forbid there's a more serious issue
underneath the surface of those migraines Junior's having,
and hopefully the daughter that you're soon going to have
won't hold you accountable for your choice of inaction.
I'm going to be leaving now
but not before I have some of this tasty bun
and a plate of this delicious food to go.
Don't want to have good food go to waste now.
Thank you so much.
Now you take care of yourself.
Think about what we talked about this evening.
And I should be seeing you in a little while, princess.
Two months, right? - Yeah.
- Okay.
All right.
Bye now.
(dramatic music)
- There's a war going on outside.
No man is safe from.
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these streets that they done took.
You walking with your head down scared to look.
You shook because ain't no such thing as halfway crooks.
You scared to death.
You scared to look, you shook.
(somber music)
♪ Gear ready ♪
♪ Trying to bag me and get rocked steady ♪
- What building number did they say?
20 Walker Street?
- [Man] Active listening.
♪ I be up in the mix of action ♪
♪ If I'm not at home, puffing lye, relaxing ♪
♪ New York got a nigga depressed ♪
♪ So I wear a slug-proof ♪
- Come on.
(dramatic music)
- Darkness over the light.
- What?
- You afraid of the dark, aren't you?
- No, this isn't real.
- You're afraid of the dark?
- Let me out!
- Two, one.
Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Is that your headaches?
- It's just a migraine.
- Darkness over light.
You're afraid of the dark, aren't you?
- This isn't real.
- Darkness over light.
Junior.
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(laughing)
- Junior?
Junior, baby, I've been calling you
for the last five minutes.
- I just keep seeing the same face of my dream.
It's dark, surreal.
Like it lives inside me.
Darkness over light.
I'm just tired.
It's a, it's a nightmare.
I just, I need some rest.
- Look, the nightmares are one thing.
Okay, but these migraines
and the headaches, babe, they really worry me.
- Don't worry, it's just a nightmare.
I'll be fine.
- Look, enough already.
You're not fine.
I'm making an appointment with a doctor in the morning.
- No, you're not.
- Look, why are you so stubborn?
This is not normal.
Just let me make an appointment with the doctor.
The neurologist that your father recommended
or you know, somebody else.
Somebody who can take a closer look at what's going on.
Maybe, maybe do an MRI or a cat scan.
Just sweetie, you cannot keep living like this.
- I said I'm fine, okay?
I'm not going to a doctor
and I'll never take a recommendation from my father.
Okay, I just I gotta get through the holidays.
Okay, I need more rest and less stress.
What time is it?
4:45.
Time for work.
Black Friday begins.
(somber music)
(upbeat music)
♪ Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking ♪
♪ And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive ♪
- Here you go, man.
- I hope it's black.
You know how I feel about anything else.
- It's black.
- Man.
You look like you had a rough night.
You all right, rookie?
- Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just tired.
- Justice is a dish best served cold,
if you know what I mean.
Now I get the whole 'Black Lives Matters' thing
but what I can't understand is why do black lives
only matter when a cop kills them,
but not when they kill each other?
- You would think that because you're black
you would understand the life of a black man.
When black people kill each other in these communities
it's a failure at an institutional level.
- Great, so blame it on society, typical.
But when if ever does anyone march
against black on black crime?
Exactly.
Hardly ever.
- There are plenty of good people who march
against gun violence in these communities,
myself included, and it's like
it's the reason I police the way I do.
All I'm saying is if you look at these communities,
there's drugs, guns, and there's no opportunity.
I'm just, they're basically set up for failure.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
- Stop, stop, stop!
(intense music)
- 20 Walker.
Officer down.
Come on!
20 Walker.
Stay with me, you're going to be all right.
Come on stay with me.
Come on.
I need a paramedic.
20 Walker.
Officer down.
- Can you explain what happened?
- He was shot, I don't know.
I know he blacked out.
- He was out when he brought him in.
- Come on, guys. - Possible brain injury!
- [Officer] I thought he was shot.
- [Nurse] We need an MRI.
Let's get him in.
- I'm on the phone with his wife right now.
She's on her way into the building.
- I don't know, Mr Hart, I just got here.
(dramatic music)
(indistinct shouting)
I'll let you know the moment I find out anything.
Okay, I'm with his partner now.
- He's in an emergency MRI unit.
Just head that way
and I'll send Mr. Hart up when he gets here.
- Thank you.
- All right, no problem.
- Mrs. Hart?
- Hi, yes.
- I'm Dr. O., Chief Neurologist here.
- Where is he?
- He's undergoing an emergency MRI.
Come with me.
(dramatic music)
Ma'am, your husband's in a coma.
Has he had any headaches lately?
He has four large to mid-sized tumors
in different areas of his brain.
We used a combination of infrared lighting
and protein biomarkers and there appears to be
a significant presence of glioma serum,
which would indicate that the tumors
are not only inoperable but cancerous as well.
- Got here as fast I could
I'm his father, Daniel Hart, Senior.
Is he gonna be okay, doctor?
- He's in a coma.
- With four inoperable tumors that I suspect are cancerous
Is there a family history of cancer that you're aware of?
- My wife passed from it but what I don't understand
is the relationship between my wife's cancer
and the coma that my son's in now.
How's it all related, doctor?
- The cell mutation appears to be genetic.
- From what we can tell so far, the largest tumor
is in the medulla region of the brain here.
The other ones which are significantly smaller in size
are located here, here, and here.
- We have less than one hour before the largest tumor
fully invades this area here, which once it does
will leave Daniel brain dead.
- Unless of course you decide
to keep life-sustaining measures in place.
Physically he's in a coma
but beneath the surface on a subliminal conscious level,
he's awake almost in a dream
fighting for his life from the inside out.
- What are his choices?
- There's less than a one percent chance
he'll survive if we attempt surgery.
Chemotherapeutic drugs or chemotherapy will likely fail.
It would be virtually impossible to get the drugs
to the precise area of the brain
where the tumors have already invaded.
I'm truly sorry.
There's really nothing else we can do at this point.
Life-sustaining measures would offer some level of comfort
until the tumors take over and his functions cease.
- He wouldn't have wanted that
to be kept alive by a machine.
If there really are no other options
we have to pull the plug.
- There must be another option, doctor,
but my daughter-in-law will not decide
what becomes of my son without us exploring
whatever else there is.
He's my son, God damn it!
(dramatic music)
- It's happening.
The tumors, the dark cells, have infiltrated
this part of the brain, the safe zone.
- He would not have wanted this, doctor.
- After having to bury a wife, I refuse to bury my only son.
There has to be something else.
- His vitals are all over the place.
- Howdy folks, this is the Hart family?
- Yes.
- Junior is your? - Husband.
- Husband, right.
Dr. Youngrice, very nice to meet you.
- I'm the father.
- Mr. Hart. - Correct, yes.
- Very nice to meet you.
Sorry to meet you under these circumstances.
I know a lot's happened in the last couple hours.
I just reviewed the scans on on your son,
on your husband, and I overheard what you were saying
as I walked in and I would agree with that.
He has a brain tumor
and it looks like there may be four parts to it.
So this is a serious situation.
And uh, fine that's good.
Okay, thanks very much.
- Thank you.
(somber music)
(glass breaking)
- Carol?
- These are very powerful and aggressive tumors
Think of them as home invaders.
- Invaders.
- Coma is the body's natural defense.
These tumors have begun a full invasion
of the area of Daniel's brain that control his senses,
the parietal lobe.
- Who is that?
- How do we know if he's even still alive in there?
- There's no way for us to be sure at this point
but it'll depend on whether his body's natural defenses
are able to overcome the tumors that have already invaded
this area of the brain.
- So then what's the point if he'll just end up brain dead
or left hooked up to a machine until his heart stops?
He would have never made such a choice.
- Nor can you for him.
- I will make whatever choice is necessary
so that his survival is not dependent on a machine.
- What makes you so sure you made the right choice, Carol?
You had no courage to make the right choice
in a matter of life.
So what do you think you can do in a matter of death?
(intense music)
- What's happening, doctor?
What's wrong?
- This tumor here is beginning to overpower
his body's natural defenses.
Think of that area of his brain
as an area of safety and security.
In other words, his home, safe zone.
He's the body's natural defenses
and the tumors, or dark cells, are the invaders.
If he's unable to overcome on his own
will bring him deeper and deeper into a coma.
- And then what?
- Death.
- Don't you dare give the order, have faith.
When my wife passed away
I heard word of another medical treatment, nano.
- Nanos.
Yeah, biodegradable nanoparticle vectors
capable of selectively targeting brain tumors.
For it to work, the nanos would first need to navigate
the complex architecture of Daniel's brain
then it can selectively distinguish between cancer cells
and healthy cells before delivering a neurotoxin.
It won't work.
- Why not?
- Nanos can't be delivered intravenously, through a vein.
They don't cross the blood-brain barrier.
Infusion is unpredictable, they easily can miss the mark.
Convection is a possibility,
but we would need to slowly insert
at least three nanoparticles here in the safe zone
marked with an iron oxide marker
so we could track the progress with the MRI adaptive imager.
Imagine a team of Navy Seal divers
emerging from an ice covered ocean on an extraction mission
in a bid to help Junior survive
these powerful and deadly tumors.
This approach is highly speculative
and only makes sense if there were some indication
that Junior hadn't already given up.
- Light shines in the darkness
and darkness has to not overcome it.
So where there's faith, doctor, there's always light.
- Do it.
- Okay, we have an hour at most.
- [Mr. Hart] Thank you
- Prep the patient for neurosurgery now.
- [Mr. Hart] Thank you, doctor.
(dramatic music)
(gun shots)
- Darkness.
Darkness over light.
(intense music)
(gun shots)
- Junior, everything's going to be fine.
All right
Scalpel.
Okay, we're gonna do the first incision
and make sure that everything looks good on the monitors.
(gun shots)
(dramatic music)
(intense music)
(dramatic music)
(gun shots)
- I got him!
- Everyone clear!
(intense music)
- Are you okay, man?
- Who are you?
What the hell is happening?
Where's my wife?
Who hell is trying?
- Friendly, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Settle down there, cowboy
- We're here to extract you to the safe zone, okay?
- We'll protect you along the way.
- We got a lot more coming!
- We're also here to identify, track,
and eliminate these dark cells.
(gun shots)
- Without our help, these cells will kill you.
- The injection was a success.
We put the nanoparticles at the tumor site
with the most brain activity here,
but before we can claim victory
the nanos must first get here.
Along the way they have to find and eliminate
all the tumors they find.
First they must eliminate the one here in the safe zone
then they have to track, locate,
and eliminate mid-sized tumors here in the gray area
which if I had to compare to anything
would be to a densely wooded forest
controlled by a deadly predator.
The last tumor and the largest tumor is here
in the medulla, a region of the brain
that if I had to compare to anything
it would be his solace or church, spiritual core.
This tumor.
This tumor is unlike the others.
This one feeds off the medulla.
Now the nanoparticles level the playing field somewhat
but absent a miracle they don't completely even the score.
(somber music)
- Somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on here.
I'll kill you and everything that's in there.
(gun shots)
- Something's wrong.
It appears the body's natural defenses
are reacting negatively to the nanoparticles.
- He's freaking out.
- We're an elite, specialized nanoparticles.
- Strategically inserted into your brain.
You're in a coma up there.
We're in here operating at a subliminal level
to address your consciousness, REM,
where these dark cell tumors haven't taken control.
- The next few minutes are crucial
and will determine whether or not
the body accepts or rejects.
- [Junior] I'm in a coma?
(gun shots)
This is bull shit.
I know if I pull the trigger,
I'll wake up in the real world.
- Stop, get down!
That doesn't happen really.
Here, if you die, you die.
We're your last hope, cowboy.
- If it rejects, it's gonna overcome this area of his brain.
- You don't feel pain in dreams.
Look, no pain.
- Hey, hey.
- What?
- You felt that, right?
- Seems like the nanoparticles have been accepted
by the body, which realistically could reject them
at any point.
- This is exactly what he didn't want.
To be experimented with.
- We're gonna go as far as we can go.
Faith is my guide.
- As soon as I feel like we're getting nowhere fast
it's done.
- We gotta keep moving.
(gun shots)
- We're getting there.
We're getting there.
(gun shots)
- What was that?
We only have five more pops to play with.
Anymore pisses them off, or at most delays them.
You or one of us have to overpower
and eliminate them while they're still weak.
- Let's get him out.
Get the path open.
See, we're here.
(gun shots)
Okay, we have to make it here in the gray matter.
No man's land.
Where the larger tumor exists that we're after
and we need to extract you to your medulla,
your spiritual core, your church,
where there's a larger tumor
and the last tumor to exist that has invaded.
Okay. - Get him out.
Let's go!
Number three, pop the smoke and lay cover fire.
- I got you covered.
- Number two, one, go!
(intense music)
(gun shots)
- One of the tumors in Daniel's safe zone
has been significantly reduced in size
but there's another one.
One of the nanoparticles
has isolated the other tumor in Daniel's safe zone.
- Faith in things unseen.
- Where's three?
(explosion)
- We lost one of the nanoparticles.
I don't know what went wrong
but whatever it was generated a massive shockwave
of synoptic energy in the safe zone, the frontal lobe.
The good news is that whatever it was
completely eliminated the tumor in that area of the brain.
There's still two nanoparticles left
which will support the body's natural defenses
but still there's no certainty as to whether any of this
is going to pull him out of a coma.
- See those woods over there.
If you thought those dark cells were tough,
wait until you see on that side.
- I don't get this.
If this is not a dream
and it's not a nightmare, what the hell is this?
- Wake up!
What aren't you getting?
This isn't a game anymore.
Your unreasonable way of thinking
has gotten us into this shit.
Us almost killed and caused the life of a comrade.
- I say we leave him and let the tumors take over.
- Junior, you've been dealing with
four cancerous brain tumors for several years.
The headaches you've been getting is all related.
- How do you know about the headaches?
- We gotta go!
I'm picking up some real heat signatures
along the way in the gray matter area.
It's getting bigger and bigger.
No time for small talk.
- I hope you know how to swim.
- The two larger tumors have continued to increase in size.
Both nanoparticles are headed into the gray
toward the midsize tumor.
(dramatic music)
- Come on, man.
- Wait, it's getting close.
- Guys, this doesn't make any sense.
My wife's gone, my house exploded,
these dark cells keep trying to kill me,
and all you guys keep saying is
I'm in a coma and you're here to get me out alive.
- It's much closer than we think.
- How far are we from the medulla spiritual core?
- One click south.
- So where the hell are we and where are we going?
- We are in the parietal lobe
which is located in the back of your head.
The third dark cell is still out here somewhere.
- Either we find it and kill it.
- Or it finds and kills us.
- Listen I'll track it and I'll keep it busy,
you two go ahead without me.
Keep it moving.
- Come on.
(somber music)
(intense music)
- It's all starting to make sense.
My bedroom was insanely cold, the clock was frozen in time.
That dark cell said darkness over light and the headaches.
I haven't had one headache since I've been here
and the only time I don't get headaches
is either when I take my pills or when I'm in a dream,
and I haven't taken a pill this whole time.
- Here in the subliminal layers beneath the subconscious
all that exists are interrelated environments connected
by the complex circuitry of your brain
each based on your perception and your emotions.
- Yeah definitely.
- The largest tumor is at your spiritual core, the church,
and it's much more aggressive, adaptive,
and deadlier than the rest.
(gun shots)
(screaming) - We got to go back for him.
- No, we have to keep moving.
- No, I'm tired of running.
- It's far more powerful than you could ever imagine.
- Yeah I bet, but you told me
I'm the body's natural defenses, right?
So let's get it!
- Keep fighting.
Don't you give up.
We need you.
She needs you.
Your dad's pissed.
He means well but he just wanted the best for your mom
and now you.
(gun shots)
(dramatic music)
- Come on!
- Die!
- Hey!
- Sorry to disturb you two.
How's he doing?
- He's in there with God knows what.
(intense music)
- This never gets easier.
My wife, now my son.
Talk about feeling alone.
I'm so proud of him.
He has no idea probably because I never told him.
Hold your head up high, son.
Stand on your own two feet but never how much I loved him.
I can only imagine what's going on inside of his head.
You ever wonder what goes on in the minds of people
who have the same issue every day?
Is it really a battle between life and death?
Crazy talk I suppose.
But light, light overcomes the darkness.
Faith over everything.
- Well aren't you special?
What made you think that you, science,
or him, the body's so-called natural self-defenses,
could defeat me?
No one beats me.
Darkness over light.
(screaming)
- If you live by the sword, you die by it.
(laughing)
- Darkness over Light
- I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry for not listening to my body.
I didn't listen to my wife, my father,
and they were right the whole time.
I was just too stubborn.
But I'll be better I promise.
(somber music)
- His vitals are stable.
All we can do for the moment is wait for a sign
or an indication.
He'll give us a sign.
Thoughts are powerful, more powerful than people realize.
How we think directly reflects
how we feel physically and emotionally,
inside and out.
I'll give you folks some privacy.
- You're gonna have to go on without me.
I'm too weak and I'm only gonna hold you back.
My purpose was to just get you here
but it all boils down to you, the body's natural defenses.
Here's the last Neurotoxin.
You've got this.
- I do.
- You do.
- Thank you.
- Anytime.
- This belonged to my wife,
It helped to get through some of the more difficult times
during her fight with this.
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
He's going through the greatest fight of his life now.
He's gonna need all the help he can get.
You keep fighting in there, son,
and we'll do the same out here.
(somber music)
- Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven.
It's an oldie but it's a goodie.
And as for oldies, I'm not much of a goodie
You know, I've been around for a long time,
say since before the beginning of time maybe.
Look at it, you made it!
(clapping)
Oh, where are your friends?
Oh, they never made it.
I'm sorry about that.
But you barely made it here yourself, huh?
Pity you won't make it out of here alive.
Oh you're going to have to make me sacrifice
this scrumptious tux.
Devil knows I love that.
Now what are some of the ways that I can ruin your brain?
How do you like my interior decorating
for your oblong medulla, huh?
Black is all encompassing.
- You took my mother.
You killed all those people who were trying to protect me
and you've taken so many lives.
You think you're going to take mine?
Not today.
(laughing)
- Yeah, that's it.
You know, I must say you put up a valiant fight.
But now you die.
(uplifting music)
♪ I can see clearly now the rain is gone ♪
♪ I can see all obstacles in my way ♪
♪ Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind ♪
♪ It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day ♪
♪ Yes I can make it now the pain is gone ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ All of the bad feelings have disappeared, oh ♪
♪ Here is that rainbow I've been praying for ♪
♪ It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day ♪
(somber music)