The Final Cut
As Alan W. Hakman
2004 | Thriller, Sci-Fi | 95 min | PG-13
As Alan W. Hakman
Omar Naïm
Omar Naïm
Brian Tyler
October 15, 2004 (limited - 117 screens)
(pushed back from September 24, 2004)
March 22, 2005 (Region 1 - North America)
February 9, 2005 (Region 4 - Central America, South America)
Lions Gate Films, Cinerenta
Lions Gate Films
Alan W. Hakman
Delila
Fletcher
Hasan
Alan, age 9
Jennifer Bannister
Thelma
Isabel
Danny Monroe
Louis Hunt, age 9
Michael
Man at the bar
A Zoë Chip is a chip placed in your brain at birth to record your entire life. When you die, the footage from your life is edited into a "Rememory"--a film shown at your funeral pieced together by an editor. A toy for the privileged, Zoë Chips are changing the face of human interaction, but there are those who are against this emerging technology, and believe that memories are meant to fade. Alan Hakman is the best "cutter" in the business; his ability to grant absolution of the sins of his corrupt clients has put him in high demand. However, his talent for viewing life without emotion has shaped him into a cold, distant man and has left him unable to experience life in the first person. He believes he is a "sin eater" and his work provides him with the ability to absolve the dead of their sin. While cutting a Rememory for a high-powered colleague, Alan discovers an image from his childhood that has haunted him his entire life. This discovery leads him on a high intensity search for truth and redemption.
Will you look at that.
So how are things between you and--
Delila?
Yes, yeah.
I messed up in a big way.
Does she want you?
I need her.
May I speak frankly with you, Alan?
Oh, please.
You're a real prick.
This is great, man. What's that music you're using? I really dig it.
That's just the opening sequence. The rest needs a little bit more tweaking and clocking. Right now it's clocking in at about 1 hour and 40 minutes.
You did the son of a bitch right.
Where's your assistant?
I don't have an assistant.
I know a girl who has some experience in the business and--
I don't work with an assistant. I work alone.
Alan, Alan. I'm working on a new sorting program and I'd really dig it if you'd take a look at it.
Maybe some other time.
Yeah, maybe some other time.
The dead mean nothing to me, Mrs. Bannister. I took this job because I respect the living.
Why are you here? You know it doesn't work between us.
I can change.
You can't change. You're a man of marble. Forget it. Forget me.
I still have some of your things. You want me to drop them off?
Keep them as souvenirs.
You wanna come by and pick them up?
Strange profession you have, isn't it, Alan? You take people's lives, make lies out of them.
It's been a long time, Fletcher.
Eight years.
Well, I don't have time to catch up right now.
Oh, how can you handle it, Alan? People sleeping and shitting. People stealing from each other. Manipulating each other. The obscenity.
I can't talk. I'm working.
Guillotine. You're like a mortician... or a priest... or a taxidermist - all of them.
Please don't touch the guillotine.
And you wonder why it didn't work. The greater part of your life is off limits to me.
You wanna see what I do? Don't touch.
No touching.
What happened with all the bits in between?
It's a miniature, it's concise and symmetric. That's how the world looks to me. The way I see it.
Sometimes things are best forgotten.
Perhaps.
You wanna take a shot too? Everybody else has. I deserved that one.
It's for the greater good, Alan. Your life will mean something. I promise.
I need to speak to you alone.
Michael, why don't you go down to the store and buy some cigarettes?
We got 8 packs already.
Well, bring them back then. We don't need so many.
Is this why you wanted to meet me here?
I thought it'd be safer this way.
Let me ask you something. Why is your name the first on the list of scumbags and lowlives?
Because I forgive people long after they can be punished for their sins.
I know what you do. Why do you do it?
You know what a sin eater is? It's part of an ancient tradition. If someone dies, they'd call for a sin eater. Sin eaters were social outcasts, marginals. They'd lay out the body and put bread and salt in the chest, coins up onto the eyes. The sin eater would eat the bread and salt and take the coins in as payment. By doing this, the sin eater absorbs the sins of the deceased. Clearing their souls and allowing them a safe passage into the afterlife. That was their job.
And how about the sin eater who bears the burden of all these sins?
Are you worried about my soul, Fletcher?
I will have Bannister.
I can't give it to you.
You see that man behind me? I don't want to bring him into this conversation, but if you don't work with me I'll have no choice. Alan!
So, how is it we know each other?
We don't.
That's the wrong answer, pal.
Alan... it's not really Mr. Froggie's birthday. It's in a week.
Why are they tattooed like that?
I'm not sure.
It's so grotesque.
Your phone call got me all worried. I saw the mirror, what happened?
I saw something.
What do you have in this dump?
Not much. In the cupboards. The cupboard.
This?
It's something I've seen in one of my projects. It seemed interesting.
Ah, what?! This is disgusting!
I wanna show you something.
I don't think I wanna see any more of those.
I made it for you.
What is it?
Some implants have a defect. They can't see the difference between what the eye sees and what the mind sees.
Every time I think I've had it with you, you show me something amazing.
You fell in love with an image of me. Not the real me.
At first. Now I want you the way you really are.
I can't believe you after what you did.
There'll be nothing I won't know soon.
My job is to let people remember what they want to remember, Fletcher. It fulfilled a human need. I didn't invent the technology.
Oh God! Alan! I'm right here in front of you. I see nothing has changed.
Maybe I could speak with Isabel.
Right now?
That'd be very helpful.
You remember what I told you?
Hello, Mr. Hakman.
Mr. Hakman is very formal. Name is Alan.
Every moment of your life recorded. Would you live it differently?
Memories weren't meant to be movies.
In the end, he sees everything.
In the dark recesses of another man's life hides a memory worth killing for and a secret that can never be erased
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The Final Cut - Dein Tod ist erst der Anfang (DVD title)
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$10,000,000
$551,281 (USA)
$2,671,158 (international)
$3,222,439 (total)
$226,296 (117 theaters)
117 theaters
28 days / 4 weeks
November 11, 2004
