Doctor X Page #7

All right!

I'll give you until midnight.

If you haven't got your man then,

I'm coming down there

and slap the whole place under arrest.

Yank you all up to headquarters

whether you like it or not.

Father, I want to help you.

You can't count on Mamie.

- Let me take her place.

- You?

No, I couldn't ask you to do that, Joan.

But please, Dad.

You get a squad car down

to Blackstone Shoals at midnight, sharp.

Yes, sir.

Put the signal button on the control table

and attach the wires to the thermal tubes.

Yes, Doctor.

What's the meaning

of all this paraphernalia? Idiotic nonsense.

These chairs are too far apart

to protect us from each other.

The contacts have all been checked.

You'll be ready in just a moment.

- Thank you, Wells.

- Doctor,

I still think you're making a mistake

using Joanne in this experiment.

After all, gentlemen,

this is my daughter's own suggestion.

I have no fear for her safety.

She's a sensible girl

and knows what she's doing.

Yeah, and if she were my daughter,

she wouldn't be up there on a bed

in nothing but a nightgown

just to satisfy some lunatic's experiment.

Professor Duke, don't criticize Joanne

for her state of undress.

This argument is irrelevant.

Doctor, you forget that last night there

was a murderer at large in this room.

And the murderer is still here.

I'm convinced.

But I've taken precaution against that.

You will each of you

be handcuffed to your chairs,

and you'll notice

that each chair is bolted to the floor.

I refuse to submit!

You'll have us in straightjackets next!

I won't sit here handcuffed

while you're running around loose.

I intend to be handcuffed also.

That will assure us there can't possibly

be a repetition of last night's tragedy.

Oh, Wells.

They're very becoming to you, Haines.

It is time to get ready.

Aren't you afraid, miss?

There's only one thing I'm afraid of, Otto.

That's Father's health.

He's been working so hard,

and lately he seems so strange.

The human mind will only stand so much.

We are all a little strange up here.

That's why I want Father to get away

from here.

He needs a long rest.

He's promised me that just as soon

as this is over, he'll go abroad with me.

You are right, miss.

Don't be afraid tonight.

Be sure you keep your eyes closed.

And relax.

Is that all, Doctor?

Yes, everything's set.

Now, go to the electric cabinet

and do exactly as I told you.

Throw on the current

the moment you are ready.

Yes, sir.

Doctor, has it ever occurred to you

that Wells is free to do as he pleases?

I've guarded against that also.

Wells wishes to be treated

the same as we are.

- Otto.

- Yes, sir?

Bolt all the doors

so that no one can get in.

- The rest you know.

- Yes, sir.

Here are the keys.

Synthetic flesh.

Synthetic flesh.

And now you are about to witness

one of the most gruesome crimes

of the Moon Killer.

The death of Florence Johnson.

Murdered and horribly mutilated

as she was lying

weak and helpless on a hospital bed.

It's midnight,

a private room at the Arch Hospital.

The nurse leaves the room for a moment.

The girl is alone

when suddenly...

When suddenly the Moon Killer appears.

He crosses softly to his victim.

It's the killer!

- The killer!

- The killer!

Fight him off, Joan!

- Joanne!

- Wells, Wells.

Otto! Wells!

You idiots are calling for Wells?

lt'll do you no good! There isn't any Wells!

Look, the keys. Well, take them.

It's Wells.

- Wells!

- Yes, it is Wells. But a new Wells.

A Wells whose name will live forever

in the history of science.

Go! Run, Joanne! Run, run!

Joanne, get up, run!

The keys. The keys. The keys.

Look at his hand. Horrible!

Yes, look at it, a real hand.

It's alive. It's flesh.

Synthetic flesh.

For years I've been searching

to find the secret

of a living manufactured flesh.

And now I found it.

You I think I went to Africa

to study cannibalism?

I went there to get samples

of the human flesh that the natives eat.

Yes, that's what I needed.

Living flesh from humans

for my experiments.

What difference did it make

if a few people had to die?

Their flesh taught me how to manufacture

arms, legs, faces that are human!

I'll make a crippled world whole again.

Doctor, your name will be remembered.

You've given your life,

everything to science.

All but one thing, and now

you're gonna give even that to science.

Your daughter.

Oh, if only I were not powerless here

in chains.

Run!

Fight him off, Joanne!

Fight him off. Save her!

Joanne! Run! Run!

Club him! Club him!

- Joanne!

- Where'd he go?

Oh, Father! Father!

- Joanne!

- Oh, Father.

- Are you hurt?

- No, I'm not.

- Lee!

- Yes.

- Lee!

- Wells. Where's Wells?

What happened to him?

Calm down. He won't ever come back.

I hit him with a lamp.

It was a long throw, but...

You know, I used to be a first baseman

in high school.

You know, that old peg over to third.

Take a look at him.

- Are you hurt, Lee?

- I'm all right.

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm so glad. Because you... I want to...

I better keep my mind on my work.

You say you can't understand me?

I'm talking too fast?

You'd be talking fast, too,

if you'd been through

what I've been through.

Boy, am I out. Now listen, listen, Willard,

I want you to give Dr. X full credit

for trapping him.

Dr. X. Now I'll call you back in five minutes

with more details.

More to follow, more to...

Oh, Mr. Taylor.

I can't tell you how grateful I am

for all that you've done for us.

Oh, you've got my heart going

a mile a minute.

Your heart? Oh, I'm so glad.

Wait a minute.

Take this to the society editor.

It is rumored that,

on her return from Europe,

Miss Xavier will have a very important

announcement to make

concerning a very promising

and prominent young newspaperman.

More later.

Say, tell me how in the world did you ever

overpower that terrible monster?

Oh, I...

In the third round, I found out

that he was very ticklish in a certain spot.

But I haven't found your weakness.

- Don't you know?

- You don't mean...

Come here to me.

Oh, Mr. Taylor.

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