Day of the Dead Page #2

- Can't you understand...

- I understand this: You and your playmates,

you're running out of friends

fast around here.

Look, major cooper

promised that...

major cooper is dead.

I'm in command now,

and Im telling you...

that you work

with what you got.

And you'd better

start showing me some results...

or you won't have that

very much longer.

How can we show you results when we

don't have the proper working conditions?

We're in a desperate situation

here. We need each other.

Can't we just get along? You

need us, the way I see it, lady.

I'm not sure we need you at all.

F***in' "a. "

I'm not even sure what the hell

it is you're doin' in there,

just what the hell my men

are riskin' their asses for.

If there was more cooperation, your men

wouldn't have to risk their asses as often.

- Miguel Salazars in bad shape.

- No sh*t.

I want him pulled off active duty for a

while until we can evaluate his condition.

- Can't spare 'im. - He's over

the edge. He's turning into jell-o.

- Jell-o? - That's the way the

spicks say "yellow": Jell-o!

Miguel is seriously disturbed.

He's close to the breaking point,

and that's dangerous

for all of us.

He can't handle

any more stress right now.

Well, maybe I should cut off

his extracurricular activities.

Maybe you're

keepin' him too busy at night.

We're talking about a man's

life here, you son of a b*tch,

and the lives of others

he might put in jeopardy.

Maybe I should put him in

quarantine. How 'bout it, Steel?

You call it, Captain.

I'll build him a cage.

Yeah. Might not

be a bad idea...

give some of the rest

of us a shot at some lovin'.

Hey, it's gonna

be a long winter.

Come on, Ted.

Let's get out of here.

I'm callin' a meeting

for 7:
00 tonight.

I want everybody present.

Everybody, lady,

including dr. Frankenstein

and including your boyfriend.

- I gave him a sedative. He won't be awake.

- Look here, woman.

I'm short on man power.

I won't have you goin' around...

dopin' up any of my men

without orders from me.

- Is that clear?

- Yes, sir!

F*** you, sir!

Out of the frying pan,

into the fire.

I thought cooper was an a**hole, but

he was a sweetheart next to Rhodes.

We could be in real trouble. You'd better watch

yourself... I mean, physically watch yourself.

I can handle it. Don't worry.

It's not going to come to that.

We've just gotta pound some logic

into their heads. Impossible.

Where's dr. Logan?

Frankenstein? He's in his

laboratory. Where else?

There's a loss of initiative, caution,

many of the human cognitive functions.

Apparently the result of

decay in the frontal, parietal,

temporal

and occipital lobes.

On revival, the rate of

decomposition slows substantially.

Indications are

that these beings...

could function

over a period of years...

in cases of early revival, 10 to 12 years

before decay would threaten mobility.

The brain is the engine, Sarah,

the motor that drives them.

They don't need any blood flow, don't

need any of their internal organs.

Now, Ive severed all

the vital organs in this one.

There's nothing left of the corpse but

brain and limbs, and still it functions.

Oh, look, Sarah. Look.

See, it wants me. It wants

food, but it has no stomach.

It can take no nourishment

from what it ingests.

It's working on instinct, a

deep, dark, primordial instinct.

Decomposition occurs first in

the frontal lobes, the neocortex,

and next in the limbic

system, the middle brain.

But the core... the core is the last

thing to be attacked by the decay.

It's the "r" complex, Sarah... that

central bit of prehistoric jelly...

that we inherited

from the reptiles.

Here. I've gone into the center here

and attacked the "r" complex discretely.

I've removed it from the

equation... this corpse.

I believe this creature would be benign even

if it had its eyesight and its other senses.

Its primitive instincts

have been erased.

It still has motor function, probably

still has powers of deliberation.

It can be domesticated,

Sarah, don't you see?

It can be conditioned to behave

the way we want it to behave.

And all that's required

is 15 hours of fancy surgery...

that only a handful of people

are trained to do.

We were going to stop work on the neurophysical,

concentrate on something more practical.

These finds are central to the

condition. I will not stop work...

that might lead to an answer, let alone in

an area that is central to the condition.

But you're just proving theories

that were advanced months ago.

And you're not even proving them correctly.

You're making a lot of assumptions.

You're wasting time trying

to define what's happening...

instead of looking

for what's making it happen.

And just slicing up too many

specimens. It's extremely dangerous...

to go up on top

and round them up in the wild.

Well, we can't control them.

What happened to this one?

It was too unruly. I couldn't

handle it. I had to destroy it.

- We can still get information from it.

- Dr. Logan,

we are losing

the cooperation of the men.

I'm not even sure they'll go up top

when we run out of the specimens we have.

I'm not sure they won't just

try to shut us down completely.

Well, Ill show them results.

I'll show them results.

I'll show them that these creatures can

be domesticated even without the surgery.

Knowing what they are, we can

begin to approach them properly,

condition them,

control them.

We've got to do this, Sarah.

It's our only hope.

Yes, this is major cooper.

I needed him, Sarah. He's helping us more

now than he ever did when he was alive.

- But I saw the grave.

- They buried one of the specimens.

Jesus. God, Logan.

Do you know what they'll do to

you if they find out about this?

- Do you know what they'll do to all of us?

- They'll never find out.

He can't be recognized.

Not a peep. Long-range or short,

high-band or low, I can't raise anybody.

How can that be, McDermott? There

must be other groups like us.

Somebody else must be tryin' to

radio. Yeah. What the hell is this?

Maybe we are the only ones left.

I'm sure there's others.

This is not the best place to be sending

from, and a lot of the equipment Im using...

has been rotting down here

since the second world war.

Well, it's up to you

to get it workin' right.

Lay off the f***in' booze

for a while, why don't ya?

And get somebody

on that f***in' horn, pronto.

Well, if we stay down here long enough, Ill

have to lay off the f***in' booze, Steel,

'cause there won't f***in'

be any of it f***in' left.

In the meanwhile, I will continue to indulge

myself, and I will continue doing my best...

in the good fight

against dry rot and rust.

Yeah? Well, your best

ain't good enough, a**hole.

You think Im not aware of our situation?

You think I want to stay isolated down here?

You know, Id make a desperate

effort to raise somebody...

just in the hope of gettin' away

from your nasty mouth, Steel.

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