Body Melt Page #2

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(sickening squish)

(Bab speaks in gibberish)

- What the f*** is it?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's crazy word.

- Sh*t.

That's the f***in' adrenal gland.

You're f***in' mad.

- Psycho jelly!

Psycho jelly!

- You go on, I'll catch you later.

- Hey, Sal, watch the third leg, pal.

- Psycho jelly!

Psycho jelly!

- [Gino] Yahoo!

- Do they do this often?

(upbeat dance music)

- He had the f***ing ebola.

This better be a good lead, buddy.

- There's a health farm there, Johnno.

Do you some good.

- This body is in great shape.

I don't need some doctor

working up some bullshit

schedule for me.

I am in touch with my body, Sam.

- Man, doing burnouts

was never this good!

Unreal, un-f***in'-real.

(upbeat music)

- Hey.

Do you want

a love bite?

- Sure.

(moans)

(laughs)

(siren whirs)

(beeping)

- Hey.

Looks like your oldman's

seen better days.

Was this a hospital or something?

- Oh, I don't know.

Pop never talked about those days.

Says he worked in some

kind of germ factory.

- Pud is your old man, isn't he?

- It's all so mixed up.

But Pud reckons we got this

place from the family.

(screaming)

- Sh*t!

- What the f*** was that?

- Nothing.

It's just a cock here.

I'll be back in a minute.

(screams in pain)

(breathy moans)

(panting)

(breathy groaning)

(shouts in surprise)

- F***in' Slab's gone

and done it again,

the f***in' dirt b*tch!

(punch thuds)

- How many times

do I have to tell ya!

Keep in the family.

Now we don't have a choice.

Go and find the other one!

(rock music)

(whistles)

(laughs)

- Nobody's gonna take my car.

Gonna drive it around.

(laughs)

You're goin' nowhere in that truck.

(laughter)

- Damn our cars.

There's never enough legroom.

Sam,

I'll take care of this one.

- Detective Phillips, hi.

I'm Shaan.

- You got my message.

- Yes, come into my office.

No, never seen him before.

- We

found this on his body.

- We're marketing

some of our products

to help promote the resort.

Poor man probably purchased some.

- [Johnno] Could he have bought

those in Melbourne?

- Of course.

How did he die?

- Car crash.

- Oh, how tragic.

- We're trying to identify him.

Do any of your staff

come from Homesville?

- Homesville.

Mm.

- Pebbles Court, Homesville.

- Not to my knowledge.

All of our employees are local.

- What does the V stand for?

- Vitamins, sergeant Johnson.

Vitamins.

You're welcome to have a

swim in the solar if you like.

- Sounds tempting.

- That's very kind of you,

miss, but we're on duty.

- You know this place isn't bad.

It's almost like a holiday resort.

- That's the whole idea.

- Sammy, I'm not in

that bad of shape, am I?

- It's not what you got,

it's how you hold it.

Go on, get in the car.

We've wasted enough time already.

- Johnno!

You're still here, man.

What, the secret service job

didn't through, aye?

- Real bummer, man.

They did a check on me and

found out I knew you.

- So, what are

we here for, Willie?

- Well, the cell walls

of his stomach

have been eaten away

by something corrosive.

Enzymes, probably,

but they're not like anything

I've ever seen before.

Maybe he was into new drugs.

You know, strictly experimental stuff.

Now, it could be a hybrid

from any of those crazy psycho

pharmaceuticals like

pamalin, euphoria,

deena, vasopressin.

Or, maybe he was just sniffing textile.

- That looks like a 9.

- [Sam and Johnno]

Paul Matthews.

- Well, he was one healthy dude.

Unnaturally healthy.

Now, I'm talkin'

new drugs here, right?

Not your 70s designer sh*t

or your 80s ghetto powders.

I'm talkin' f***in' 90s, man.

Cognition enhancers,

designed to take your mind

into new

introphenomilogical dimensions.

(drink fizzes)

(tense music)

- Kate?

(sensual music)

(moans)

- You are the last one.

I have collected 12 others.

This has been my quest.

13 male ribs.

When I chose you at the airport,

I became an image

of your deepest fears.

I am not your darkest fantasy.

There are many women

in the world like me,

and there are many men in

the world like you.

And we are all

in

your mind.

- Oh, hello.

- Mm.

- God.

What a d*ckhead.

- I had another one of those dreams.

Maybe my body's trying

to tell me something.

- Yeah?

You're pregnant?

- Morning.

Detective Phillips, CIB.

Just wanted to ask you

a few questions

about the accident the other day.

- Yes, awful, wasn't it?

- Do you know Mr. Matthews

over at number nine?

- We've only just shifted here.

This week, as a matter of fact.

Me and Brian, he's my husband,

we haven't met anyone

else in the court yet.

- No welcoming committee, aye?

Well, if you do happen to

see anybody over at number nine,

could you give us

a call on that number?

Thanks.

Oh, and congratulations.

- Thanks.

- [Doctor]

So, how's the new house?

- It's okay.

I didn't sleep too well

last night, though.

- [Doctor]

Oh, strange bedroom.

You'll get used to it.

It could also be the infant.

His protein intake is at the

highest at the moment,

particularly at night.

(laughs) Up until their birth,

babies are the ultimate parasite.

But, everything's under control,

so don't you worry.

And I'll see you at the

same time next week?

- See you then.

See you.

(phone rings)

- You alone?

- [Shaan] Yes, doctor.

- We have to decrease

Cheryl Rand's dosage.

- But that will invalidate

the results.

- [Doctor]

We can't help that.

The patient's overreacting.

- I suppose you're going

to ask for further retesting.

- We have no other choice.

- [Shaan]

But we can't turn back.

- We have to change

our strategy, my girl.

Ever since your boyfriend

foamed at the mouth

and kamikazed into Pebbles Court,

we have to rethink our position.

- How was I supposed to know he

could handle that dose?

- Well, don't you see

that is the problem?

The drug still too unpredictable.

- But I have set up an

exclusive dealership

with one of the largest chain

stores in this country.

If we delay delivery of the first...

- F*** the chain store,

what about the cops?

Something is wrong.

Your boyfriend under-reacted.

Cheryl Rand is overreacting.

Mm.

Mm.

What about the Tortelli kids,

have they turned up for their

hormonal research yet?

They haven't, have they?

- But we can run

simultaneous sperm tests

on the Noble family

without halting the

Cheryl Rand experiment.

- Do not question me, Shaan.

If this thing goes wrong,

it will be worse than phthalimide.

(phone beeps)

- Beauville!

We're shipping

the tablets this evening.

- But that's way ahead of schedule.

Doctor Carrera...

- Doctor Carrera is incharge

of infield placement.

I'm handling consignment

and distribution.

- I thought the Doc

was in charge of C&D.

- We must change our strategy,

my boy.

We do as I say.

(phone rings)

- Don't you ever hang up on me again.

- But we haven't spoken for so long.

(sinister laugh)

Sounds like we're in business again.

You know where to find me, Crackers.

(dramatic music)

(screams)

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