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| - (late at night. peppy, upbeat music finds Walter experimenting on the dining room table, preparing a syringe for injection, and fumbling to get his trousers around his ankles. in his robe and barely awake, Peter joins him) PETER: Walter? WALTER: Peter. You're up early. PETER: Oh, no, I'm still asleep upstairs in my bed. You're just talking to an astral projection of me. WALTER: You're just saying that to see if I'm high. PETER: (looks at the syringe) What are you doing, Walter? WALTER: I'm making myself smarter. PETER: Really? (sits and prepares for the tale) PETER: Your equal? WALTER: Hmm?
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| - (late at night. peppy, upbeat music finds Walter experimenting on the dining room table, preparing a syringe for injection, and fumbling to get his trousers around his ankles. in his robe and barely awake, Peter joins him) PETER: Walter? WALTER: Peter. You're up early. PETER: Oh, no, I'm still asleep upstairs in my bed. You're just talking to an astral projection of me. WALTER: You're just saying that to see if I'm high. PETER: (looks at the syringe) What are you doing, Walter? WALTER: I'm making myself smarter. PETER: Really? (sits and prepares for the tale) WALTER: When William removed those parts of my brain all those years ago, he diminished my intellect. (swabbing his backside for the injection) And now, I'm not the equal of my equal. PETER: Your equal? WALTER: Walternate. If I can think like him, I can figure out what he's trying to do with that device and how to keep you safe. PETER: Walter. (interrupts the injection) WALTER: Hmm? PETER: You really sure you should be dabbling in that? WALTER: I've done hundreds of experiments on myself. PETER: No. That's not what I meant, Walter. (earnestly) According to William Bell, he took out those parts of your brain for a reason. Because you asked him to. Because you were afraid of what you were becoming... I don't want to see you hurt yourself. WALTER: I won't hurt myself. (injects the solution into his left backside) Ooh. Ahh... PETER: (hears knocking at the door) Who's that at two in the morning? WALTER: Oh! My pizza. (trundles to the door with his trousers around his ankles) PETER: So you are high, then. WALTER: Maybe a bit.
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