Bride of Re-Animator Page #2

lam certain you have access to.

I understand that you have

some radical ideas about...

the reanimation of dead tissue?

When I was in medical school, I might

have had time to discuss the theory.

I don't anymore.

I suppose those poor souls

out at the Sefton Ward...

are theory.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

And I suppose you don't know anything about

the missing body parts at the hospital?

Missing body parts?

No.

I can find my own way out.

Get off!

Get off!

Get off!

Get off me!

Get off!

Ernest?

Dr. Graves

wants to see you right away.

- Pathology?

- Right away.

- What about the...

- I'll take care of it.

Cool.

More.

Dr. Hill...

Is that you?

More!

Dr. Graves.

You... you see?

I recognize you.

You do?

That seminar in Zurich...

Yes.

Your theory of reconciling

creationism...

with the origin of disease...

Yes.

Totally idiotic!

It's you, come in!

No, no.

No lights.

Come over here.

Dr. Hill?

Speak to me.

Speak to me, Dr. Hill!

Speak.

This is some kind of joke,

right, man?

No, it is not a joke.

He can talk.

He heard my lecture in Zurich.

The head?

He heard your lecture?

He can talk, for God's sake!

Listen.

Talk, damnit! Talk!

- Talk!

- The head...

Don't you ever do that again,

you mental midget!

Oh my God.

My God, I'm losing my mind.

I have some unfinished business.

And you will assist me.

Not out the front door.

Just the doctor taking a

patient out for a little air.

- Man!

- Oh my God!

Herbert!

Hey, pooch.

Yes! You said "Hi" to him!

Francesca!

- Hi, Doctor.

- Hi.

Don't let the little head

rule the big head, Dan.

So, what are you doing in Arkham?

Oh, I'm doing some interviews

in Boston this week.

Dr. Cain, 5436.

- Oh God. I've gotta go.

- I know.

Listen...

What about dinner tonight?

Only if you let me cook.

Real Italian style.

Okay.

Only if you'll let me help.

Real American style.

- It's a deal.

- See you tonight.

Yeah.

Hope you like garlic!

Well, Angel?

What do you think?

Hey, pooch.

Where did you come from?

From Peru.

Is that where you met Dr. Cain?

Why do you want to know, Mr...

Lee Chapham.

Arkham Police.

Lieutenant.

I'd like to talk to you about him.

Did you ever hear of the

"Miskatonic Massacre"?

No, I haven't.

It happened here at the hospital.

Eight months ago the department

got a call about a homicide

at the Miskatonic

University hospital.

The whole place was in a panic.

It was down in the morgue.

There was blood all over the walls.

You ever been around dead bodies?

Then you know that stench

of decaying flesh.

Out of the darkness we were

attacked by a naked maniac.

He jumped right on my

partner and bit his arm.

Nothing could make him come loose.

Tore the muscle right off the bone

before we pumped enough lead

in him to make him stop.

The dean of the medical

school was down there.

In pieces.

Also a prominent physician,

Dr. Carl Hill.

We found only his head.

The rest of his body

was just part of the muck.

Funny thing though:

His head, when I

found it, was still...

twitching.

Twitching?

The doctors had a lot of

highfalutin explanations.

Postmortem involuntary spasm...

I don't know.

But I've seen my

share of the dead.

And I never saw

a twitching like that before.

They blamed it all

on these ones in here.

The funny thing is:

There's a death certificate at the

hospital for each one of these.

A death certificate?

I mean to say these three didn't get

to the morgue on their own two feet.

The hospital made a mistake?

The hospital might have made

a mistake about those two.

Not...

But not this one.

I know about this one.

She was my wife.

I'm sorry.

Elizabeth, stop!

Get off me!

- Are you okay?

- Yes, I'm all right. Thanks.

That's enough.

She's never done

anything like that before.

Just...

What does all this

have to do with Daniel?

Dr. Cain and Dr. West were the only

normal survivors of that night.

Daniel's girlfriend was Meg Halsey,

the dean's daughter.

And Daniel was found with

her dead body in his arms.

Her dead body.

Twitching.

Like that blasted head.

Not too much, we don't want

premature reanimation.

Thank you, I've never

done this before.

Yes.

Good.

The circulation is going to work.

God damnit, Herbert!

What are we doing here anyway?

Why don't we just publish our findings?

We could get grant money.

Because they would never

understand our methods.

Besides that, they

would steal the work.

It's never gonna work.

She's gonna be

uncontrollably spastic.

Unless we reanimate all the limbs

at the same time, they'll separate.

That's why we inject

directly into the heart.

The circulatory system

should distribute the reagent

to all the various limbs and

effect reanimation concurrently.

- We've never done that before.

- I know that.

No, I don't want to

gamble with Meg's heart.

Oh God...

- Ciao, dottore. Come va?

- Francesca...

Sorry about the place.

I didn't have any time to...

- Did I come too early?

- No! No, no, no, no.

God, you look great.

Open this up, will you?

It's a Chianti, 1987.

- So, where is the kitchen?

- It's right over here.

- Did you have any trouble finding it?

- Oh, no. The cemetery made it real easy.

This is my special sauce.

Here.

- What do you think? You like it?

- I love it.

So do I.

Come on.

You're so beautiful.

Your skin's so soft.

So warm.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

The body you took

from the crematorium.

Get out of here.

Right now.

What's down here?

That's none of your business.

You are making a big mistake.

Do you believe...

that dead is dead,

Dr. West?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I am talking about my wife!

No! You can't go in there.

- Move.

- No.

Move!

You...

butcher!

How dare you judge my work?

"Work"?

Was my wife your "work"?

- Don't lay your guilt on me, Lieutenant!

- What?

Your wife died of multiple

contusions to the head.

- From a blunt instrument.

- No.

- Multiple blows to the head!

- She fell!

She fell, did she?

That was not my fault!

What happened?

He attacked me.

No, Dan! Dan! I can't help

it if his heart gave out!

God, Herbert, he's a cop!

You...

What are we gonna do with him?

Well...

We could get him

back out on the street.

Walking.

You don't wanna gamble

with Meg's heart.

This is our opportunity for a test.

Do you wanna waste it?

How much do you think

he weighs? 230, 240?

So little tissue damage.

Oh, Dan?

Just in case.

Daniel?

It's working.

Get away from me with that cloth!

No! Dan!

He's a wife-beater, Dan!

Use the gun!

Dan?

Herbert?

Lieutenant Chapham!

What are you doing here?

Herbert!

No! Stop!

Stop!

Get away from me!

Get out!

Get away...

What happened?

Is he gone?

What is going on here?

What did you do to him

to make him that way?

She's hysterical.

What did you do to him?

Why?

What are you doing down here?

Your welcome does not extend

to this part of the house.

Angel?

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