Bride of Re-Animator Page #3

Sweetie.

Get out of my way!

- You should never have brought her here.

- Get that thing out of here!

Francesca, wait! Let me explain.

Is this what you did to Meg?

You're a freak!

God, I hate you!

You're better off without her.

Dan.

Now listen to me.

All we need is just one last piece.

Dan?

Gloria?

Hi.

How are you feeling today?

You see,

it helps me to think of you as Meg.

Meg who lived.

Nurse!

Paddles!

I didn't even notice.

God, what's wrong with me?

Let me through!

Give me that!

Clear!

Push the lidocaine!

Clear!

Forget it, Dan.

Let's go in.

- She's never gonna survive this.

- She's already dead, Dan.

No, you're off midline.

Damnit!

I'm getting nothing.

I'm sorry.

Come on!

- Anything?

- Still flat.

I'm calling it.

No!

Not again.

Go home.

Go home.

Yes.

Come to room 613.

Right away.

Damn you, West!

Wilbur!

- Get me out of here!

- No.

West took my body,

but he cannot take my mind.

Take me to him!

No.

Just don't talk.

Don't say anything.

Don't make me get someone else.

What do you think you're doing?

Stop!

Do as I say, you nincompoop!

Come on, come on.

You're going away now.

Now, now...

Yo, Dr. West.

Let's get this.

No, no. You get the feet.

I'll get the head.

Was she goog-looking, Doc?

You take this to the crematorium.

The crematorium?

You mean pathology.

I mean crematorium.

Well, excuse me!

Excuse me,

have you seen Dr. Cain?

He left.

For the day, I think.

Is there something wrong?

He's very upset.

He lost a patient.

I've never known a doctor

that cared so much.

Yeah.

Now, Dan, I'm going to

need your help with this.

Understand?

This is for you, too.

Gloria! No...

Dan, don't quit on me now, please.

It's going to take the two of us to

fuse the brain to the spinal cord.

- No!

- Dan, look!

Look what we've done.

Meg's heart is going to beat again.

Others dare not dream

what we are about to do.

Dan.

The feet...

of a young ballet dancer...

who ended her life when

she lost her ambition.

These legs...

walked the streets.

You remember the hooker who was killed

in the E.R. by her pimp last week?

Think of all the bodies these

legs have wrapped around.

What was the value of her life?

To end up being picked apart

by the likes of Dr. Graves

and his bumbling students?

And here,

the womb of the virgin.

Struck down before

tasting the pleasures of life.

Remember?

Her skin.

So soft.

So warm.

But so cold in death.

The arms of a waitress.

The lawyer's hand.

Case dismissed.

And look at this delicate piece.

What do you think?

A sculptress?

A harpist?

Would you believe...

a murderess?

But they're all equal now.

Nothing but cast-off remnants

of a meaningless existence.

Even her.

How beautiful is this face?

Oh, yes.

She...

was special.

Yes.

Just...

dead...

tissue.

But in our hands...

it's the clay of life.

Within this chest,

Meg's heart will beat again.

Good.

Let's get to work.

Who's there?

I didn't do anything.

Oh, no.

You disappoint me,

Dr. Graves.

Please.

On the table!

- No!

- Yes!

Scalpel.

Left!

Get off me!

Let me go! Get off me!

What's the matter?

Don't you like me?

No! Let me go!

No!

Cain, West.

- They did this to me!

- Let the f*** go!

And they'll pay!

Please, let me out!

Let me out, please!

Please let me out! Please!

- Oh my God!

- Get security!

Well...

if it had always been

as fresh as the head, but...

I think we're ready, Dan.

Good.

Sounds like rats in the wall.

Rats?

Yes.

That's what it is.

The little buggers

better stay put or I'll...

We start with the heart.

And God created woman.

Let me.

Time?

- Time?

- 15 seconds.

45 seconds.

Three minutes, 15 seconds.

It's going to take time.

Damnit!

Not now.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Yes.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Stay with me.

Yes.

Yes.

You're alive.

Alive...

Herbert!

I made you.

Daniel!

She's alive.

They're coming!

Now!

Dan! Get her out of here!

Freeze! Police!

What?

Francesca, go!

Dan, help me!

No! This!

Get this!

Yes.

Who is she?

It's Meg.

Meg is dead.

Dan!

My God, they're using tools!

What have you done in here?

We created a life.

- You made her?

- Yes.

Dead pieces of this.

With my hands I created

what no man's mind or woman's

womb could ever hope to achieve.

This is blasphemy!

Blasphemy?

Before what God?

A God repulsed by the miserable

humanity he created in his own image?

I will not be shackled

by the failures of your God.

The only blasphemy

is to wallow in insignificance.

I have taken refuse

of your God's failures

and I have triumphed.

There!

There is my creation!

He made me.

Open up! Open!

Dan?

We've got to fight them off.

Leave him alone!

Listen to me!

Your girlfriend

doesn't stand a chance.

Our girl is superior.

Help!

Leave her alone, you monster!

Forget it, Dan. She's just an

assembly of dead tissue.

You made me.

I made you!

Don't! Dan, wait!

Don't you want me?

I don't want your body!

Then what do you want?

Is this what you want?

You're not...

Meg.

Meg's dead.

No!

Out of the way!

You're next, you little squirt!

Make a note of it, Dan!

"Tissue rejection!"

My wife understands, really.

Francesca!

West!

You stupid biped!

No.

Get back!

How dare you!

You're under arrest!

Get off!

Get off of me!

No!

Oh my God, Dan.

Are we having fun, yet?

Get off of me, you rejects!

It's over, West!

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