Let me ask you something. My father... not my favorite. He is without a doubt the most self-absorbed, twisted, abusive, brilliant, myopic son of a bitch on the planet... So he was a chemist. That much I already know. He worked out of a basement lab in Harvard doing research for a toothpaste company. I also know that there was an accident at the lab one night and my father was arrested, beginning the first truly peaceful period in our home. But here's the thing, Olivia. My gut tells me that your friend's life... the one hanging in the balance... not gonna be saved by a tube of toothpaste.
[Pause] He worked out of Harvard, but not on toothpaste. He was part of a classified U.S. Army experimental program called Kelvin Genetics. They gave him their resources to do whatever work he wanted, which was primarily in an area called Fringe Science.
Ah, nothing really, just a tiny little company. That's perfect. One guy becomes one of the wealthiest men on the planet. The other guy becomes an institutionalized psychopath.
Walter, I'm with a woman in her mid-twenties. She is going into cardiac arrest due to an overdoes of anesthesia. :[machine beeps] Her heart just stopped.
