Mr. Nobody

Like most living creatures,

the pigeon quickly associates

the pressing of the lever and the reward.

But when a timer releases a seed 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, convinced 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?

Well, sometimes people

call me Mr. Craft.

Hmm?

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?

Oh, uh, 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...

I... oh. - What year is this?

2009.

I'm 34.

I was born

February 9th, 1975.

So I guess

it must be your birthday.

Oh.

I'm 34.

I'm 34!

I've got to wake up!

I've got to wake up!

Don't, Nemo. The sun hurts my eyes.

Hey, buddy.

Good morning, my little angels.

Hey, time for school.

Okay, come on.

Elise, I'm going to take the kids to school.

Paul, keep it down. - My name's not Paul.

Paul?

Daddy?

Daddy?

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 still 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.

Nemo, your friends are here.

Hello, Nemo.

How are you feeling today?

Do you know who I am?

We're all very worried about you, Nemo.

Everyone hopes you'll be back into the office soon.

Mrs. Nobody.

This is Julian Marshall,

live from New-New-York hospital.

Mmm. 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 telomerized.

Nor does he have one of those marvelous

stem-cell-compatible pigs. - Pigs!

Mmmm.

Live! On W.W.B. Mr. Nobody will be

the last man on Earth to die of old age.

Mr. Nobody...

the last mortal.

Now, Doctor, no trace of his identity

has been found in the national records, nothing about his past.

We don't know who Mr. Nobody is.

Neither does he.

Our patient's memories are confused.

But it is not unusual at a certain stage of illness

for very old memories to reemerge

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 it?

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 waiting

with those who are not yet born.

When we're not born yet, we know everything...

everything that will happen.

When it's your turn, the Angels of Oblivion

place their finger on your mouth.

'Shhh.'

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 mommy.

It's not easy to choose.

Blond and blue-eyed, that's all I'm asking.

Andrew!

It would be nice for 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 a woman at least. - It's the meaning of...

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,

'cause 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...

Hello. - ...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 mommy

live at number seven.

Everything we see exists.

We can see it.

I can see mommy's eyes,

but I can't see my eyes.

The little baby can see his hands,

but he cannot see himself.

So does he really exist?

Do I really exist?

Boo!

Ah boo!

The mommy has a brush for her hair

and lipstick for her lips.

She smells good.

The daddy has a watch and hair on his arm.

The watch goes tick-tock.

If the baby falls,

the mother claps her hands.

Oh! Bravo. - She says 'bravo.'

Bravo!

Why am I me and not someone else?

And so a high-pressure front

moving in from the Azores tomorrow

will bring clear skies for the whole weekend.

So get those barbecues out.

Oh no!

Hello!

Why do we remember the past but not the future?

When you ask mommy, she says...

Stop asking why. It's complicated.

Sir, that...

It's okay, um...

I'm a journalist.

The hospital won't allow interviews.

I'd just like to ask you a few questions.