Body Melt Page #4

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(jazzy music)

- [Sergeant] Police

force 5 to Airborn 930,

is Sam still with you?

- [Sam] Yup, still here.

- We put up that

quarantine you requested

on Pebbles Court.

But, Sam.

- Yeah?

- That f***in' thing's

been chucking up

for the past 20 minutes now.

It's wall to wall sh*t

all over the place.

Now, look, we finally caughthim

in your office, Sam.

Now, the only trouble is,

young Jordan's trapped

in there with him.

- In my office?

(shouting)

- Move it!

Every one covered.

Move it!

(shouting)

- [Sergeant]

Keep down!

Keep those corridors covered.

Keep them covered!

- F*** a duck.

(gagging)

- Jordan now.

Jordan now, come.

Jordan.

- Sam, over here.

Keep away from the door.

What the f*** is wrong

with this guy?

Is he sick or infected or what?

- [Jordan] Sarge, getme

the f*** out of here!

- Get the paramedics.

Get Willy up here now!

(screams)

(gurgling)

(whistling)

(phones ring)

- Hooey.

(burbling)

He's got my f***ing shirt on.

- Cognition enhancers,

eh, Willy?

You should see

the bodies coming down

from that crazy, bloody farm.

- You should see the

new death certificates.

Death by hypernatural causes.

(laughs)

I kid you, but I love this f***in' job.

(laughs) Ooh, not feeling

queasy are we, Johnno?

- What would you suggest, Willy?

- I, uh...

I suggest some aspirin, Johnno.

(dramatic music)

- Sam.

Would you get me

some aspirin, please.

- Ah, catch that speed freak yet.

- Yeah, he bagged himself.

- That guy was one crazy a**hole.

Detergent?

Jesus.

Yeah, that's right,

thanks, Sarge.

Be careful out there.

(tense music)

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