Like most living creatures,
the pigeon quickly associates the pressing of a lever with reward.
But when a timer releases the seal automatically every 20 seconds,
the pigeon wonders,
"What did I do to deserve this?"
If it was flapping its wings at the time,
it will continue to flap conviced that its actions
have a decisive influence on what happens.
We call this "pigeon superstition."
What did I do to deserve this?
How's it been going since the last time?
- Do I know you? - We see each other every week.
I'm Dr. Feldheim.
- And who are you? - Nobody.
Nemo Nobody.
That's an unusual name, don't you think?
Sometimes, people call me Mr. Craft.
Who?
C-R-A-F-T.
Can't Remember A Fucking Thing.
What was the first question I asked you?
- I don't know. - Can you tell me how old you are?
I'm 34.
I was born in 1975.
Would you mind looking at your hands?
You don't have to if you don't want to.
There's a mirror in front of you.
No. I...
What year is this?
2009.
I'm 34.
I was born February 9th, 1975.
So I guess, it must be your birthday.
I'm 34.
I'm 34!
I've got to wake up!
Don't, Nemo. Sun hurts my eyes.
Hey, buddy.
Good morning, my little angels.
- Time for school, okay? - Hmm.
Come on.
Elise, I'm gonna take the kids to school.
- Paul, keep it down. - My name's not Paul.
Paul?
Daddy...
Paul, don't wake your father.
Elise.
It's me, Jean.
- Am I dead? - Go back and play Paul.
- Who's Elise? - I don't know anyone called Elise.
You're so tired, Nemo. You need to rest.
I'll turn the television on for you.
I'm going inside...
- The sun hurts my eyes. - What?
The sun hurts my eyes.
This is Julian Marshall.
Live from New New York hospital,
where we're going to see the final episode in our series, "The Last Mortals"
Mr. Nobody is 117 years old and he has not been telemorized!
Nor does he have one of these marvelous stem-cell compatible pigs.
Live on WWB,
Mr. Nobody will be the last man on Earth to die of old-age.
- Mr. Nobody... - The Last Mortal.
The last mortal.
Now, Doctor,
no trace of his identity has been found on the National Records.
Nothing about his past.
We do not know who Mr. Nobody is.
Neither does he.
Our patient's memories are confused,
but it is not unusual at his certain stage of illness...
for very old memories to re-emerge in great detail.
Let's try something new.
I'm thinking of an old technique.
I can't promise anything.
Maybe snatches of memory will come back.
Maybe nothing will happen.
Are you willing to try?
You are very relaxed.
You hear only my voice.
Your eyelids are getting heavy.
Your arms and legs are getting heavy.
I'm going to count to three.
When I say three...
you will be asleep.
One.
Two.
Remember the day you came here.
Three.
You're sleeping.
Remember even further back.
When I say three...
One...
Two...
Three.
Remember.
I can remember a long time ago...
Long before my birth.
I was whizzing with those who were not yet born.
When we're not born yet, we know everything.
Everything that's will happen.
When it's your time,
the angels of Oblivion place a finger on your mouth.
Shh.
It leaves a mark on the upper lip.
It means that you have forgotten everything.
But the angels missed me.
Then you have to find a daddy and a mummy.
It's not easy to choose.
Blond and blue eyed. It's all I'm asking.
Andrew!
It would be nice to the little one not to be all alone.
You stay here.
It's normal to think about babies when you reach a certain age.
Well, for women at least.
- It's the meaning of life... - Of life. I had not finished yet, darling.
It's the meaning of life.
It's not that we want a kid.
But we slept together.
- It's an important experience. - It's an important experience, yeah.
I think it would help my husband if we had a child.
We'd call him George. Right, George?
We had a dog, but he died.
In the end, I chose them because the lady smelled nice
and the man said...
Well, I can tell you how we met.
It was meant to be. Have you heard of the Butterfly Effect?
Once upon a time, there was a daddy and a mommy
named "The Daddy" and "The Mommy".
They found a cute little baby
and called it "The Cute Little Baby".
The little baby was born there.
He was born that day, and not another.
His daddy and his mummy live at number seven.
Everything you see exists.
We can see it.
I can see Mummy's eyes. But I can't see my eyes.
The little baby can see his hands, but he can not see himself.
So, does he really exist?
Boo.
# Eenie meenie minie mo #
# Catch a baby by the toe #
# If he squeals let him go #
# Eenie meenie minie mo #
# My mother told me to pick the very best one #
# And you are it #
The Mummy has a brush for her hair and lipstick for her lips.
She smells good.
The Daddy has a watch and hair in his arm.
The watch goes "tick-tock".
If the baby falls, the mother claps her hands.
She says, "Bravo."
Bravo.
Why am I me, and not someone else?
And so, high fresher fronts moving in tomorrow.
It will bring clear skies for the whole weekend.
So, get those barbecues out.
Hello.
Why do we remember the past, but not the future?
When you ask Mummy, she says,
- "Stop asking why." - Stop asking why.
- "It's complicated." - It's complicated.
It's okay, I'm--I'm a journalist.
The hospital won't allow interviews. I just like to ask you a few questions.
A friend of mine's a nurse here. She helped me get in.
What time is it?
14:12.
Where did you get that?
I borrowed it from the University Museum.
But it still works.
I've got nothing to say to you.
- I'm... - I'm Mr. Nobody.
The man who doesn't exist.
Do you remember what the world was like before quasi-immortality?
- What? - Telemorization.
Endless renewal of cells.
What was it like when humans were mortal?
There were cars that polluted.
We smoked cigarettes. We ate meat.
We did everything we can do in this dump and it was wonderful.
Most of the time, nothing happened...
like a French movie.
And sexually? Before sex became obsolete?
We screwed!
Everybody was always screwing.
We fell in love.
What time is it?
What was there before the Big Bang?
Well, you see,
there was no before because before the Big Bang,
time did not exist.
Time is a result of the expansion of Universe itself,
but what will happen when the Universe has finished expanding...
and the movement is reversed?
What will be the nature of time?
If String Theory is correct,
the Universe possesses nine spatial dimensions,
and one temporal dimension.
Now we can imagine that in the beginning,
all the dimensions were twisted together
and during the Big Bang, three spatial dimensions,
the ones that we know as height, width and depth,
and one temporal dimension, what we know as time, were deployed.
The other six remained miniscule, wound up together.
Now, if we live in a Universe of wound dimensions,
how do we distinguish between...
illusion and reality?
Time, as we know it, is a dimension we experience
only in one direction.
But what if one of the additional dimensions wasn't spatial,
but temporal?
If you mix the mashed potatoes and sauce,
you can't separate them later. It's forever.
The smoke comes out of Daddy's cigarette,
but it never goes back in.
We cannot go back.
That's why it's hard to choose.
You have to make the right choice.
As long as you don't choose, everything remains possible.
- Hello, Nemo. - Hello, Anna.
- Hi, Nemo. - Hello, Elise.
- Hello, Nemo. - Hello, Jean.
For as much as Anna and Nemo have consented together in holy wedlock,
and have witnessed the same before God and this company.
For as much as Elise and Nemo have consented together in holy wedlock...
Jean and Nemo have joined themselves...
I pronounce that they be husband and wife together...
Those who God has joined together, no one can separate...
Come on!
Get it! Grab on!
One, two...
- I missed you. - I missed you so much.
Okay, Anna, let's go.
Then, the Daddy and the Mummy kissed all day long.
So, Nemo, have you made up your mind?
Do you want to come with me? Or do you want to stay with your father?
Nemo!
I'm sorry, I-I don't understand.
Did you stay with your father or go with your mother?
- Daddy, is it my fault? - Of course not.
It's my fault.
I can give you a good deal on this type of shoe lace.
A very good deal.
Remember.
Nemo...
Nemo.
It's time to wake up, darling.
And guess what? You're going to be late for school.
Nemo, it's me.
I bet you haven't done your homework.
Hurry up and finish.
I invited someone for dinner.
I'm counting on you to keep your mouth shut!
- How was the trip? - Uh, it was good.
- Have you seen some nice apartments? - I did. I've seen a couple of nice ones.
Nemo, don't stare at people like that.
It's okay. It's not a problem.
He has a gift for making people uncomfortable.
It's nothing.
It will happen on a Saturday...
You will be behind the wheel of your car...
You are whistling...
You do not see the crossroads...
All of a sudden, a train will appear from your left.
And you will be crushed.
You're not funny.
Nemo thinks he can predict the future.
- I can. - No one can predict the future.
No one knows what's going to happen.
I do.
Well if you could, you'd know you were going to get that.
I knew you'd say that.
- It's okay. I'll call you. - Okay?
Goodbye.
Proud of yourself?
Why do you systematically ruin everything I...
Don't you think I have a right to live too?
You could've stayed with your father if you'd wanted to.
Everyone, please!
I would like to introduce you a new student in our class.
Her name is Anna.
Please Anna, take a seat.
Alright, let's turn to page 215.
It's last night's reading.
We're going to talk about climate and vegetation zones
and the elements of weather that are involved in each of both zones.
There are five elements that make up weather as we know it.
Atmosphere pressure...
You're going to swim?
- Come on, the water's nice. - No, I...
Come swim with us. They're my friends, c'mon.
They're idiots.
And I don't go swimming with idiots.
Jerk.
What on Earth made me say, "I don't go swimming with idiots"?
Anna.
Nemo.
Yeah.
How have you been?
I'm fine.
How are you?
Yeah, good.
Are these your kids?
Yeah.
Well, I'll see you around.
Yeah, uh...
I'll see you around.
What on Earth made me say, "I don't go swimming with idiots"?
Come on, hurry up!
You're going to swim?
- Come on, the water's nice. - No, I...
I don't know how to swim.
Sorry?
I don't know how to swim.
That's it.
Please don't tell anyone.
Hey, aren't you gonna swim?
No, I've got my period. I'm gonna stay here.
Nemo will keep me company.
Okay.
Darling? I... I want to introduce you to someone.
- You've already met Harry. - Hey.
And this is his daughter, Anna. Anna, this is Nemo.
Why don't you shake hands?
How was work today?
Ugh, I can't believe them.
Soon as I wonder how old they are.
They already slept together?
I don't know.
I hope they use condoms.
I do not want to end up with a little brother.
I'd rather die.
Is you mom on the pill?
I have no idea.
We should slip it into her morning coffee.
It's like her hormones have gone to her head.
Sometimes I can see the future.
It doesn't seem like it can be much fun knowing what's going to happen.
You're still here.
Did I fall asleep?
Sometimes I don't sleep.
So I think...
I think about how it was.
It's all I have left.
What do you see when you look at me?
A grumpy old man who never answers questions?
Who mixes everything up?
Who is kept busy by getting his meals?
Now that's not me...
Me...
I wear shorts.
I'm nine years old.
I can run faster than the train.
I can't feel my aching back anymore.
I'm 15.
And I'm in love.
I'm in love.
Nemo?
Isn't he sleeping in the study?
No, I just looked and he isn't there.
- Anna, have you seen your brother? - He's not my brother.
Oh, there you are. Sleep alright?
- Who's that? - It's me.
It's me, Dad...
Nemo.
Your son.
Of course, son.
- Where were you? - At the shop, Dad.
I always work at the shop after school.
You know, a boy your age should get out more.
You can leave me alone, you know. I-I can manage.
It's no problem, Dad.
I like being at home.
There was a card from your mother in the post.
- You have not read it. - I know. I'll read it later.
Won't you go and see her one day?
I haven't seen her in seven years.
If she ever wanted to see me, she'd know where to find me.
I've got everything I need, Dad.
Everything's fine.
After three months,
and six days of travel...
the shuttle was heading...
directly toward the Cancer nebula...
in line with Uranus...
and its five moons.
It was finally aproaching Mars and the Colonies.
Onboard...
the computer was monitoring the passengers' artificial hibernation
Elise.
I'm not crazy.
Come on, it's not that bad!
I didn't say anything mean.
Shall we go, Nemo?
- Excuse me? - Shall we go? He's such a bore.
You'll drown.
- How do you know my name? - We go to the same school.
You never noticed me. You never notice anyone.
D'you have a girlfriend?
What? Are you queer? Why don't you have a girlfriend?
I don't know...
I-I don't want one.
Tell me about yourself.
Or say something. Come on...
Gravity on Mars is 0.38.
That's three times less than on Earth.
The ground is covered with an iron oxide dust.
You're incredible.
- Raise your hand and say "I swear." - Why?
Promise me that if I die, you'll spread my ashes on Mars.
It's estimated that travel to Mars would take six to eight months.
Say "I swear."
I swear.
We were neighbors when we were little.
It's Elise.
Don't you remember?
Elise.
Anyway...
I remembered you.
We shouldn't.
You don't know me and I am not a good person.
Why do you say that?
- Elise, wait! - I'll call you.
You don't have my phone number.
What happens when we fall in love?
As a result of certain stimuli,
the hypothalamus releases a powerful discharges of endorphins...
but why exactly that woman or that man?
Is there a release of odourless pheromones
that correspond to our complimentary genetic signal?
Or is it physical feutures that we recognize?
A mother's eyes...
A smell that stimulates a happy memory.
Is love... part of a plan?
A vast war plan between two modes of reproduction
Bacteria and viruses are asexual organisms.
With each cell division, each multiplication,
they mutate and perfect themselves much more quickly than we do.
Against this, we respond with the most fiercing weapon:
Sex.
Two individuals, by mixing their genes,
shuffle the cards and create an individual who resists viruses better.
The more disimilar he or she is.
Now, are we unknowing participants in a war between two modes of reproduction?
Okay everyone, that's it for today.
- Hey, honey. - I'm gonna be a little late.
That's okay. Don't worry.
- I love you. - I love you more.
- Me more. - Me more.
- Okay - Cheater.
Alright, I'll see ya later.
I always liked fish.
I never thought that one day they would like me too.
You're very relaxed.
Your eyelids are getting heavy.
Remember.
Remember...
Nemo...
Anna...
We've got errands to run. We'll back in an hour.
Anna, cover up! You're gonna get a sunburn.
I want you.
I want you too.
Forever.
Whatever happens.
There is no life without you.
No life without you.
You look like my son.
I am your son, Dad.
My son's taller than you.
Someone just came in.
If I could at least move my fingers.
Or my eyes.
Do you think he can hear us?
Have you seen any reaction?
I don't know, but...
I've got a feeling that he can.
Who's there?
What am I doing here?
If you can hear me, move your fingers.
I've got to get out of here.
Go back, before the accident.
I believe one thing.
I believe that we should always say "I love you" to the people we love.
I love you.
Nemo... we shouldn't.
I love Stefano.
What?
You saw him at the party with me.
He doesn't love me.
And so...
I love him anyways.
I can't help myself.
I'm in love with him.
I'm sorry.
Dad, I'm getting married.
Oh!
And who is the lucky lady?
No, it's not that.
I'm gonna marry the first girl who dances with me tonight.
Thanks, Nemo.
Nemo.
On that day, I would make a lot of foolish decisions.
One, I will never leave anything to chance again.
Two, I will marry the girl on my motorcycle.
Three, I'll be rich.
Four, we'll have a house.
A big house!
Painted yellow, with a garden,
and two children, Paul and Michael.
Five, I'll have a convertible-- A red convertible.
And a swimming pool. I'll learn to swim.
Six, I will not stop until I've succeeded.
Daddy?
Paul, don't wake your father.
Elise?
It's me, Jean.
Who is Elise?
I don't know anyone called Elise.
Go back and play Paul.
Nemo, do I matter to you?
I just...
I just like to ask you one question.
Did you do it on purpose?
I found this on the bedside table.
There comes a time in life when everything seems narrow.
Choices have been made I can only continue on.
I know myself like the back of my hand.
I can predict my every reaction.
My life has been cast in cement with airbags and seatbelts.
I've done everything to reach this point and now that I'm here,
I'm fucking bored.
The hardest thing is knowing whether I'm still alive.
It is my handwriting.
I don't remember.
Wheel of Fortune!
Jean?
What did you say?
I had a weird dream.
- That is not all my fault! - Well, it's you!
Well, it's important for you to understand that in life,
things don't always turn out as we planned.
Harry and I thought...
Life isn't always what we think it would be.
What are you talking about?
I don't understand.
Anna knows already.
Harry and I are going to separate.
What?
Why?
- You have no right! - Please, you played your part!
I don't know what is going on between you two
and I don't wanna know. It's sick!
- You're brother and sister, for God's sake. - We are not brother and sister!
You knew!
And you didn't tell me.
Where are you going?
To New York.
In ten days.
My father found a job there.
Wait for me near the lighthouse...
every Sunday, okay?
Until we see each other again.
For life, okay?
It's not over.
You're the first and last person I'll ever love.
Ten days.
That makes...
14 thousand...