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Death Clock Countdown, part 8
By JustNibblin'
INT-LEELA'S LIVING ROOM-MINUTES LATER
00:06:00, 00:05:59, ...
LEELA fiddles with the holographic display, which has
shifted to join her at the wall.
LEELA
...air ducts, wall space, bedroom,
bathroom, window interior, window
exterior, surrounding space, hall,
adjacent rooms: lateral, upper, lower.
Vitals: heart, lungs, EKG...
FRY
..starvation...
BENDER
...boredom...
LEELA is silent for a few moments, then begins scanning
again.
LEELA
...air ducts, wall space, bedroom,
bathroom, window interior, window
exterior, surrounding space, hall,
adjacent rooms: lateral, upper, lower.
Vitals: heart, lungs, EKG...
And again.
LEELA (CONT'D)
..air ducts, wall space, bedroom,
bathroom, window interior, window
exterior, surrounding space, hall,
adjacent rooms: lateral, upper, lower.
Vitals: heart, lungs, EKG...
00:05:00, 00:04:59, ...
She stops and looks up, exhausted, dispirited.
LEELA (CONT'D)
I... I don't know what to do anymore.
I've tried everything I could think of.
The countdown has been steady as a rock
since last night.
(pauses)
I'm going to win my bet.
LEELA realizes that she's just told Fry she's placed a bet
on him, and looks over at him, feeling a little ashamed.
FRY
Cool. But I think I'll win mine too.
LEELA
You knew I bet on you?
(hesitates)
What time did you pick for me?
FRY stares at the clock, then comes to a decision.
FRY
Never.
LEELA
Might as well tell me now.
FRY
No, that's the time I bet on. Right,
Bender?
BENDER sighs.
BENDER
He wanted to do 'never', but I wanted to
give him at least a slight chance. So
without telling him, I changed it to the
day after the death clock prediction.
LEELA's lip trembles slightly, and she looks toward FRY.
LEELA
Why didn't you tell me?
FRY
I was going to this morning, but I saw
that when you were angry you forgot to be
sad and were strong. And I figured you
were happier when you weren't sad.
LEELA looks toward the floor.
LEELA
I've failed you in so many ways. I
didn't trust you, never relied on you,
never really worked with you, and in the
end I won't be even be able to save you.
She stifles a small sniff.
FRY
Leela, it's OK. You've never let me
down. Never.
She looks at him with a glassy eye.
LEELA
And I don't understand you. How can you
sit there so calmly, when Bender's
cooking is usually enough to scare you?
Since when have you been brave?
She tries to laugh, but it is a hollow sound.
LEELA (CONT'D)
Sorry. I know how brave you can be. But
acting like this moments before your
death? I thought it was stupidity, but
I'm not sure of anything now.
FRY
You've been asking me about this a lot.
So I thought about it a lot in the closet
last night. It hurt a bit at first, but
then I realized I needed a pillow. And I
did write something down, but I lost it
somewhere in the sewers. Oh well. I can
try to explain anyway.
00:04:01, 00:04:00, 00:03:59, ...
FRY (CONT'D)
It's funny, but when you know death is
coming, all the background noise of your
life seems to die down, and suddenly
things that were fuzzy become clear.
Like a wind blowing over a lake, and the
wind stops, and you can begin to see the
stones that lie below. Complicated
things become simple, and thinking isn't
as painful anymore.
3:30, 3:29, 3:28, ...
FRY (CONT'D)
The reason I'm not too scared with all
this is that in some way I've already
died once. In the past, when I fell into
the chamber. I was nobody, in a dead-end
job, dead-end life, and didn't even know
how much my brother and dog loved me...
LEELA is silent, staring intently at FRY.
3:10, 3:09, 3:08...
FRY (CONT'D)
And so I was frozen and came into the
future with no family, no friends...it
was like being born again. A second
chance at life. And what things I've
seen in this life! And what I've done!
I've been best friends with a robot.
I've seen the Earth from the Moon, and
helped move stars. I finally got to
drink 100 cups of coffee, and I got to
see another me wear a green jacket! I
saw Robot Hell, filmed a TV show, fought
Zoidberg with one arm, met the
Globetrotters, climbed up my own colon,
made out with my own grandmother...
Although I'd like to forget that one...
2:45,2:44,2:43, ...
LEELA is crying and laughing at the same time.
LEELA
Stop, Fry! Please stop!
FRY
... and I've gotten to meet you. So
really, Leela, it's OK. Everything I've
been able to do here happened because you
made the decision, years ago, not to give
me that career chip, and so you set me
free. With that one move alone you've
given me so much more than Death can ever
take away. So please don't feel bad
about me.
LEELA's head is buried in her hands, tears trickling
between her fingers. Her shoulders are shaking, but she
makes no sound.
FRY (CONT'D)
You know, I've also found myself thinking
that maybe dying is kinda like being
frozen. Maybe its simply a way to reach
a whole new world. Yet another chance to
get it right. Maybe I'll get to see
Yancy! And Seymour!
1:55,1:54,1:53, ...
LEELA is now motionless and silent, head in hands, but the
intensity of her grief is so strong that it is almost
palpable in the room. Fry, perturbed, continues to try to
cheer her.
FRY (CONT'D)
Another reason, Leela, why I don't mind
going this way. Because I know that when
I die you'll figure out what's going to
happen to you, because you said our
deaths are tied together, so you'll
figure out how to save yourself, as you
always do. And when I start to feel
little butterflies in my stomach I think
of you playing the holophoner as an old
woman and the butterflies stop. So
though you tried to stop me from doing
it, I'm going to end up saving you with
my death after all. That's...what's that
word I want to say?
BENDER
(sadly)
Ironic. And it's not ironic. It's
tragic.
FRY
Thanks, Bender! I'm glad you've been my
friend. You've been my best friend. Oh
yes, feel free to sell my body. Sorry
it's not in better shape.
BENDER only nods sadly.
1:30, 1:29, 1:28, ...
LEELA takes her hands from her face, glances at the
holographic display, then looks steadily at FRY, but tears
still trickle down the sides of her nose.
LEELA
(quietly)
Fry. I may not be able to watch.
Because... because...
FRY
You don't need to say it. I know you do.
I've known since....
(smiles)
And that's another thing! I've written an
opera! Me! An opera! I've changed.
I've taken my second chance and become
more than I am! And I've loved well, and
I've been loved back by someone
wonderful.
(laughs in delight)
And after all that, Leela, how could
Death possibly scare me? What additional
surprises could it possibly hold for me?
He stops, and in unison both he and she turn to look at the
clock.
01:10, 01:09, ...
BENDER has gotten bored with this talk, and is looking at
the clock as well. Thus he has no time to react when LEELA
suddenly stands and strides to the center of the room. She
stands over FRY, and stares down at him for a moment, no
longer crying. Having also been watching the clock, FRY is
startled to turn and see her face so close to his.
She cradles his head in her hands, bends down, and starts
kissing him, gently. The first kisses are shy and tender,
but just as a rising tide pushes the breaking waves farther
onto shore, so her hunger grows and makes each kiss last
longer and deeper. Within moments she is kissing him
intensely, with a fierce longing that rips away any
tattered wisps of restraint. Like a dying soul in the
desert who reaches a well, or like a drowning sailor
grabbing a lifeline in a storm, so does a despondent
Turunga Leela draw faith, hope, and life from a rather
surprised Philip J. Fry.
And life is the appropriate word, for three things are now
happening. First, FRY's coffee-weakened heart is pounding
away at a rate it has not experienced in years. Second,
FRY is not breathing nearly as much as he should be. His
mind, not the most observant thing to begin with, is
completely overwhelmed right now. Finally, high
concentrations of Slurm by-products are shooting around his
circulatory system, thanks to the forced drinking schedule
he's been adhering too.
Each factor, by itself, would have meant nothing; hearts
eventually do slow down, men do eventually remember to
breathe while kissing, and the body eventually cleanses the
blood. But as the oxygen level in FRY's blood dips, the
myriad saturated Slurm by-products in his bloodstream find
themselves in an unfamiliar blood chemistry, and the
hundreds of Slurm-related chemicals begin to react with
each other, producing a slight toxin. This fact has never
been noticed by Earthican regulators because the toxicity
is quite mild. Also, the bribes are pretty good. FRY's
desperately pumping heart cycles these new ingredients
through his body, including through the heart itself.
Damaged by coffee, exhausted by shock, nervous about the
drop in oxygen, and irritated by this slight toxin, FRY's
heart decides to take some vacation time to think about its
situation. It skips a beat for a moment. Just for a
moment. Then it skips another beat. Then another.
BENDER is watching the heart display.
BENDER
Umm.. guys...
FRY slumps in LEELA's arms, lips blue, face ashen.
0:02, 0:01, 0:00, -0:01, -0:02.
SCENE 36
INT-LEELA'S APARTMENT-SEVEN MINUTES LATER
LEELA is performing CPR on FRY, who is lying on his back on
the floor. He is still blue in the lips. The clock reads
-7:00, -7:01, -7:02 ...
BENDER
Clear!
He shocks FRY with his self-jackinator. LEELA checks his
cardioid pulse, then slumps down, staring at the floor.
BENDER (CONT'D)
I still can't raise Kif or anyone else on
the commlink.
LEELA
He's gone...
She is completely silent for a moment, then quickly bites
her fist as she stifles a sob. She straightens up.
LEELA (CONT'D)
Of course. It all makes sense...it's so
obvious, in hindsight. The times when
the countdown adjusted, everything. I
should have seen this coming.
She looks at her clock on the wall, currently counting down
from 9:57, 9:56, 9:55 ... .
LEELA (CONT'D)
And he was right. His... his...
(she can't say the word)
passing on... has made the manner of my
death perfectly clear.
She stares down at FRY's body.
LEELA (CONT'D)
Cosmic irony, all right. I guess the
joke's on me. Good joke. I can see how
it's kind of funny. I hope somebody's
laughing. Hope they enjoyed it. Me, I'm
just tired. So very, very tired.
She calmly stands up.
LEELA (CONT'D)
There's a booth just around the corner.
The one we saw yesterday. It all fits
together perfectly. Yes. Perfectly.
Perfect punch line. I'm coming.
She starts to walk for the door, but a metal arm grasps her
upper arm, arresting her motion.
BENDER
One malfunction at a time, please. I'm
still working on not losing the first bet
here.
LEELA looks back over her shoulder.
LEELA
(evenly)
Let me be, Bender.
BENDER
Look, like Fry, I also had kinda bet you
would last a little longer than this, so
sorry, Leela, I'm afraid you're just
going to have to keep functioning for
now. Can't you read a magazine or
something for few minutes?
LEELA's eye narrows, and she suddenly looks very, very
dangerous.
SCENE 37
INT AND EXT-EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE-PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE
Note: the following action all takes place without
dialogue, but set to the music of Beethoven's 5th Symphony,
second movement.
Existence is divided in half.
On one half, a vertical wall rises from the infinity below
and disappears into the infinity above. The wall also
stretches from infinity to infinity laterally. The wall
seems composed of some type of translucent crystal, and
hewn into this wall is a narrow path, which is not level,
but inclines slightly until it reaches a flat area,
followed by a sharp cliff. The other half, outside the
wall, is blackness, punctuated by a set of intricate
striated patterns that loom across the "sky". Each pattern
is comprised of countless strands interwoven together. It
looks organic and branching, a bit like a tree, but much
more complex. Each pattern stretches laterally from
horizon to horizon, although no horizon is actually
visible.
Along the path small figures can be seen floating, like
leaves in a current. The figures float up the path until
they reach the cliff. A hazy WHITE figure stands to the
side of the path, and the small figures float past it, and
then out over the ledge, spiraling out into the darkness,
toward the patterns.
FRY floats along the path, but unlike the other figures, he
seems to be trying to swim against the current, but to no
avail as he sweeps up toward the cliff. Suddenly, as he
floats by the WHITE, he drops to the ground. The other
small figures watch him with a little curiosity as they
float past over the cliff and into the darkness.
FRY looks around. He is startled, but for some reason not
completely surprised, to see a group of NIBBLONIANS
standing alongside the path. They are all very ancient in
appearance, and one female seems to be paralyzed and
malformed. They are watching him silently.
FRY looks up toward the large WHITE figure, and finds
himself staring at something that looks almost, but not
quite, like LEELA in a classical Greek dress, like a purple
haired Athena. The billowing white gown obscures
everything but her face. A purple haze surrounds her head,
sometimes looking like wispy strands of hair, but also
looking like the gaseous strands of a nebula. Tiny pricks
of light flash on and off around her face, as she looks
down at FRY and smiles gently. A sleeved arm lifts from
her side and it points up the path.
FRY looks sideways. Next to the NIBBLONIANS a MAN and a
DOG stand on the very edge of the cliff. FRY instantly
knows who they are, and he runs over toward them. But he
stops at the cliff when he sees that the two are actually
suspended just a few feet past the cliff, suspended in
space. He turns and looks at UNKNOWN LEELA. She nods.
FRY lifts his foot off the ground, over the threshold, and
into space. Suddenly a large fraction of the striated
pattern above him vanishes, as if an ax has been taken to
the pattern, chopping off everything to the right.
FRY steps back, and the pattern is whole again.
UNKNOWN LEELA sweeps her sleeved arms. A bright orange
strand and a bright purple strand appear in the pattern
above. The orange strand actually seems to be two strands,
separated laterally by a gap. The orange strand to the
left seems tied in an overhand knot. The orange strand
farther to the right is entwined with the purple strand.
FRY steps forward again, and again a large part of the
pattern vanishes, including most of the orange and purple
strand. FRY steps back, pattern on. FRY steps forward,
pattern off. This being FRY, he is entertained by this for
quite some time, but he doesn't understand.
He looks back and now there is a large crowd of figures
standing with the NIBBLONIANS, many more than should be
physically able to fit on this shelf. The figures are of a
variety of shapes and sizes that overwhelm the mind, but
they all seem intelligent, they all seem to be ancient, and
they all seem to be very interested in FRY.
Step over, step back. The pattern flashes on and off in
the inky blackness. No one is impatient. No one moves to
push FRY in either direction.
FRY looks up. He understands. He looks at the MAN and the
DOG. He decides. They understand. He reaches his hand
out to say goodbye, and they reach out to him, but they
begin to float and spiral away like leaves blowing away
from a tree. FRY begins to turn away toward the path. The
ancient races part to make way for him.
He stops and turns around. Everyone freezes. He strides
quickly to the cliff, and there is a ripple of uncertainty
through the crowd. He stands at the edge, looking down,
then looking straight out into the blackness.
And he spits--
SCENE 38
INT-LEELA'S LIVING ROOM-CONTINOUS
FRY awakes, hazily, on the floor of the apartment. BENDER
is on his knees, leaning over him. A bloody wad of spit is
sliding off BENDER's face.
The apartment is a complete wreck. The camera and tripod
are smashed, scattered in pieces across the floor.
Likewise, the sofa, monitors, and chairs are also smashed
and scattered, with some chunks embedded into the walls and
ceiling. Numerous BENDER-sized indentations lie in the
wall, floor, and ceiling. The room lights flicker on and
off, and loose electric wiring hangs from the ceiling,
still sparking. One of BENDER's arms sticks from the wall.
BENDER's body looks a bit like a crushed beer can. One eye
and a few teeth are missing, and a little dart of
electricity dances between the gaps of his teeth.
LEELA lies on the floor next to FRY, hair smoldering
slightly. NIBBLER is leaning over her, silently.
BENDER
You know, I've always been jealous that
humans can spit, but robots can't.
FRY
(woozy)
Smells like burning.
BENDER
Yeah, I've been busy. Looks like your
reboot was successful. I didn't even
have to shock you.
FRY
My wha?
BENDER
Your reboot. Although it took me a while
to realize you'd swallowed your tongue.
My hands are too big to reach in.
He holds up the butter knife.
BENDER (CONT'D)
Fortunately, I found this on the floor.
Must have fallen out of her pocket during
our little disagreement. Took me a while
to pry the tongue out. Sorry about
stabbing it so much. I kept some of the
blood, since type O- is pretty valuable
right now. Hope you don't mind.
FRY
Hrmmh..
BENDER
However, we have a problem here.
Technically you died, so Leela won. But
I bet you wouldn't die today at all,
which was the final slot, and since
you're alive now, technically I've won as
well. The rules are a little fuzzy on
what happens when you die and come back
from the dead. So maybe your dying can
be our little secret?
FRY
Uhhrrm..
BENDER
You should also know you'll win your bet
on Leela, cause she never actually ever
died. I know that because before her
time ran out, both her and your clocks
reset at the same time. That's when I
knew you were coming back, even though
you were still technically dead. That's
also about the time when she threw the
sofa at me and smashed the clocks.
FRY
Leela...ok?
BENDER
Yeah, looks like she was trying to pull a
Juliet to your Romeo, but a few amps of
electricity persuaded her to take a
little nap. But not after she took a
bunch of bites out of my shiny metal ass.
FRY
Juliwhat? Whaz happenin'?
BENDER
I admit, she would've gotten away had I
not seen the new time her clock reset to.
After looking at that time, I knew I
didn't have to restrain myself with the
jackinator.
(thoughtfully)
Do you remember anything? Do you know
why the clocks reset when you were dead?
FRY
Chair. Tied to chair. Then nothing.
FRY falls unconscious. Bender stares at him for a moment,
then sits back and looks at both organic life forms lying
peacefully before him. NIBBLER sits and watches BENDER
with interest.
BENDER
OK. Both still functional. Next
important thing--how to make money off
this? Fry remembers nothing. Not
certain what Miss Self-Control here will
remember. Therefore:
Case A--she remembers everything, he
remembers nothing. Would she want me to
tell him?
(laughs)
Ah yes, that surged my humor circuits.
Therefore, blackmail guaranteed for case
A. Very profitable. Hope she remembers.
But, what about
Case B--she also forgets everything.
Then main objective is preserving winning
bet on Fry. Which means removing all
evidence of Fry's death. Which also
means removing all evidence of Leela's
malfunction. Profit opportunity of Case
A can still be preserved by keeping
selected evidence in my locker.
(Looks around apartment)
Conclusion: apartment must either be
cleaned to initial state, or apartment
must be destroyed. Let's see, hard
pointless work or large scale
destruction?
BENDER pretends to processes the possibilities, then
laughs.
BENDER (CONT'D)
Aw, who am I kidding?
He straightens up, picks up the large cask of Olde Fortran
sitting in the corner, and pounds it down in seconds.
After fetching and reattaching him arm, he slings LEELA and
FRY over what passes for his shoulders, and lets out a
ripping belch, producing a set of methane emissions that
would make AL GORE'S HEAD frown.
SCENE 39
INT-HALLWAY OUTSIDE LEELA'S APARTMENT-MOMENTS LATER
BENDER walks to the door, smoking a cigar. LEELA and FRY
can be seen slumped on the far side of the hall.
BENDER
Well, Bender, I've said it a thousand
times, and I'll say it again...
He opens the door and tosses the cigar inside the methane
filled room.
BENDER (CONT'D)
Bender is great!
SCENE 40
INT-TACO BELLVUE HOSPITAL-NEXT DAY
LEELA is sitting in a hospital bed, NIBBLER on her lap.
FRY and BENDER are sitting in chairs next to the bed. FRY
is dressed, but LEELA is still in a hospital gown.
LEELA
So it was a gas explosion?
BENDER
Yep, not in your apartment, but two
floors beneath us. But the blast took
you both out, and the fire that followed
destroyed everything, including half the
building.
LEELA
The camera?
BENDER
Yep, all the equipment, including the
camera-- melted to slag. Fortunately,
your parents had a copy of your insurance
policy, so you'll be all right. Other
than losing a month's wages on betting on
Fry's death.
LEELA
(smiling)
I'll have to live with that. So both of
our hearts stopped for a few minutes?
BENDER
Yep, and when I defibrillated you with
the jackinator, the clocks on the wall
reset.
LEELA
So simply stopping the heart for a minute
or so generates a worldline constriction.
Wow. Something doesn't sound quite right
with that...
BENDER
Well, it happened. I couldn't see the
new times on the clocks, because by that
time the fire was all around, and I had
to do some truly amazing stuff to get you
out. Had to leave everything else
behind.
LEELA
I guess we owe you our lives. Thanks,
Bender!
(winces)
It must have been a close call, because I
sure can feel it. My ribs feel like
they've been kicked a few times...
BENDER
Yeah, well...
FRY
Yeah, thanks, buddy!
BENDER
I'm just sad you didn't see how great I
was.
LEELA
But I'm glad you didn't see our true
death times. I'm not sorry about that at
all. I am sorry about losing a bunch of
my stuff, but I'm glad Nibbler escaped.
Amy told me he even threw some of my
photos and personal mementos out the
window onto the ground, saving them!
(squeezes NIBBLER's cheek)
Aren't you the smartest thing!
BENDER
Yeah...Nibbler. Forgot about him. So
what was the last thing you all remember?
FRY
I remember Leela tying me to a chair,
smelling pizza, Leela causing trouble in
the bathroom, and then it gets fuzzy. A
lot of yelling, burning, and...
He falls silent.
LEELA
(to BENDER)
Pretty much the same. All I can remember
is putting Nibbler into the bedroom, and
you and I starting to argue about
something. And then a pink smell, then
nothing.
AMY and FARNSWORTH enter.
AMY
Leela! Fry! You're up and about!
LEELA
Yep. Everything getting back to normal.
(to FARNSWORTH)
We still have our jobs, though?
PROF. FARNSWORTH
Yes, of course, why do you ask?
LEELA
Our replacements. You haven't hired our
replacements yet?
PROF. FARNSWORTH
What replacements?
LEELA
The people you were going to hire to
replace us after our deaths?
PROF. FARNSWORTH
You were going to die? How could you
have known that?
AMY
The death clock, Professor?
PROF. FARNSWORTH
A death clock? But such a thing is
impossible! Yes, impossible. Because of
the chaotic nature of life, small errors
in the measurements would propagate into
huge errors when extrapolating your death
day from the worldline constrictions. So
I say that, fortunately for us, death
clocks cannot exist.
LEELA
I guess I have to agree with you. Best
to live your life without thinking about
death all the time.
AMY
And Robot Santa is back on Neptune, and
all the strikes and robot gambling issues
have fizzled out. Kiffie said they never
found the strange saucers, though.
LEELA yawns.
AMY (CONT'D)
You guys must be exhausted --especially
you, Leela. You didn't sleep for days.
PROF. FARNSWORTH
Just remember, you have to start work
again on Monday. Good night!
AMY and FARNSWORTH leave. As BENDER starts to walk out the
door, he looks back at LEELA.
BENDER
Are you sure you remember nothing after
putting Nibbler away?
LEELA
Yes.
(suspicious)
Why?
BENDER
(muttering to himself as he
exits the door)
Another money tree cut down.
FRY gets up.
FRY
I'm glad we're both alive, Leela. I was
really worried about you for a while
there.
LEELA
I was worried about you too. I'm glad
we're alive too, Fry. I--
About to say something, she changes her mind and instead
pulls a small box from underneath her pillow.
LEELA (CONT'D)
I have something to return to you.
FRY opens the box, revealing the holophoner.
LEELA (CONT'D)
I believe this belongs to you. You have
a promise to keep to me. Just as I've a
promise to keep to you.
FRY
I can't explain, but I have some music in
my head... I think I may be able to start
soon...
FRY starts to turn toward the door.
LEELA
Fry?
He stops.
LEELA (CONT'D)
This morning when I woke up, Bender told
me I had lost my bet on you. He seemed
to enjoy saying that. But I did manage
to trick him into giving me the date you
had bet on me.
(pause)
I just wanted to say... thank you. And
I'm sorry. Look underneath the
holophoner.
FRY looks down at the still-open box, and lifts the
holophoner, revealing a freshly-baked cookie.
LEELA (CONT'D)
I--I'm not proud of some of the things
that I've done recently-
LEELA looks up and notices that the cookie is gone, as FRY
has already crammed it into his mouth, and is blissfully
chewing with his eyes closed.
FRY
(mouth full)
Hmm? Whaddu say?
LEELA
(exasperated but amused)
Never mind. Did you at least notice the
note I left you in the cookie?
FRY sprays some crumbs in surprise, then swallows, looking
faintly sick as he does so.
LEELA (CONT'D)
Just kidding. Look in there again.
FRY lifts a little holographic calling card out of the box.
Small figures are dancing gracefully around a central
figure, who is speaking.
FLYER VOICE:
'Have two left feet? Two right feet? No
feet? No problem! Learn ancient Earthican
dancing in six easy lessons. Classes open
to anyone with two to six legs.
Pseudopods welcome with prior
arrangements and prepaid floor cleaning
fee.'
LEELA
When you play the holophoner, we're
always dancing together. And I've always
wanted to learn to dance, ever since I
lived at the Orphanarium. I promised you
we'd learn together, so I guess we'd
better get started. After all, life is
short and fleeting, isn't it?
And she beams at him.
To FRY, the room seems to blaze with light. As she sits
there, enshrouded in a white hospital gown, her hair down
past her shoulders, a faint memory stirs deep in his mind.
He smiles slightly and takes a deep bow, a musician
finishing a performance, a knight pledging fealty to his
queen.
He turns and walks out the door.
FADE OUT.
FUTURAMA...DIED 2003. BACK FROM DEAD 2007. LONG LIVE
FUTURAMA.
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