Donovan's Brain Page #5

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with your endorsement, too?

See you in the morning,

Mr. Fuller.

Suite 612.

Get me the long-distance

operator.

I want to make

a person-to-person call

to Washington.

Yes, sir.

612, please.

Yes, sir.

Room service?

This is 612.

Send up a thick steak,

porterhouse, rare, charred,

asparagus hollandaise,

celery hearts, crisp,

olives, large ones.

That's right.

No coffee.

No, milk.

Dr. Cory?

My name is Brooke.

Mr. Smith and I

are investigators

assigned to

the treasury department.

May we come in?

Yes, come in. Yeah.

You gentlemen don't

waste any time, do you?

Sit down.

You're right, doctor,

and we won't waste time...

Ours or yours.

Where did you get

the $27,000 check

you cashed this morning?

I see no reason

to answer that question.

That's a surprising

attitude, doctor.

Well, ordinarily

I'd be glad to tell you,

but it so happens

the money is financing

a research project of mine.

The backer said he'd withdraw

if his connection became known.

Can you arrange for us

to meet

this Mr. hinds?

We'll respect his confidence.

Next time I see him,

I'll be glad

to relay your request.

Well, doctor, we've been

instructed to tell you

a little more

about this situation.

Thanks.

I'm not interested.

Would you be interested

in finding yourself

on trial as an accessory

to tax fraud?

Prosecuted by the government

of the United States?

If you'll give me

your card, Mr. Brooke,

I'll have my attorney

get in touch with you.

We'd appreciate that, doctor.

Oh, incidentally,

what's your attorney's name?

It's unimportant.

He'll introduce himself

when he calls.

Room service.

Come in.

Well, gentlemen.

We'll run along, doctor.

And please, we'd rather

you keep in touch

with us than for us

to have to keep

in touch with you.

It'll be ready in a moment, sir.

Hiya, doc.

Really living it up, huh?

What is it, yocum?

Remember, doc,

I told you I was broke?

Well, I wrote an article,

and I think it's gonna

get me a lot of loot.

You mean the one

on Mr. Donovan?

Well, sort of,

but I got a new slant on it,

and it's a dilly.

How does that concern me?

Oh, I thought maybe

you'd like to see it.

Good title...

"dead man's living brain."

Is the brain still alive?

Yes.

Say, that's good.

Some editor might want proof.

I can get 10 grand for that.

It's worth it.

Oh, you really

think it's good, huh?

It's a good guess,

yocum. That's all.

Ah, the public

don't care about that.

And I got pictures.

Look.

Here's Donovan in the morgue.

I took the bandages off

so you can see the stitches.

Here's Donovan's brain

in your lab.

Gee, the missis looks

pretty, doesn't she?

That's the one I thought

was gonna cost me 6 cents.

Ha ha ha.

Yocum, why go off

half-cocked on this thing?

I mean, why not forget

this article for a while,

and then when

the experiment's completed,

I'll collaborate with you.

That's swell, doc,

but what do I live on

in the meantime?

Will you make me

a small advancement?

How small?

Oh, say a couple of grand.

What makes you think

I have that kind of money?

I just happened

to be around the bank

when you picked up a bundle.

I see.

Pretty sharp, aren't you?

Yocum, have you ever

been in trouble?

Not your kind of trouble, no.

You know, stealing

a dead man's brain

is quite a rap.

A cousin of mine's a lawyer.

He says it's

a 5-year stretch,

besides losing

your medical license.

How do I reach you

in case I want to get in touch?

Like I told you...

Yocum, herbie yocum.

The only one in the phone book.

Oh, and keep the copies,

I got plenty.

And picture negatives, too.

See you next week, pal.

Next month.

Well, that depends

on how long this lasts.

Happy days, doc.

So long, partner.

Give me the desk.

This is Dr. Cory in 612.

Call Morton flying service

and charter a plane

to take me to green valley.

No, I'll keep the suite.

I'm coming back in the morning.

Hasn't it the slightest

sign of decay?

None. I've never seen

healthier tissue.

It's growing larger by the day.

I wonder if he'll be himself.

I doubt it.

It's my guess

he's losing himself.

That's what worries me.

Look.

Hmm.

I wonder what effect

it's having on him.

Let's go see.

Hello, Frank.

Darling.

Do you control it,

or does it control you?

I wouldn't call it control.

I'd say I make

my mind receptive,

submit to the brain's will.

The brain takes over,

that's all.

You know, a strange thing

happened this afternoon.

I was sitting

in front of the brain

concentrating like you do,

only, to tell the truth,

I was wishing

that thing would die,

when suddenly

my head began to swim,

and I had an eerie feeling

that that thing

was reading my mind.

That must be

the equipment I ordered.

Dr. Cory?

That's right.

Aloe supply.

Oh, yes.

How would you like us

to uncrate the stuff outside?

Why mess up the house?

Good idea.

I'll open the back door.

It's closer to the lab.

Ok, doc.

What kind of equipment?

Where did you get the money?

Oh, don't worry

about that, dear.

Now, let's see.

There's an automatic feeder

which can nourish

the brain for a year,

amplifiers for increasing

the brain's output,

a thermostatic

temperature control,

plus a generator

and change-over gimmicks

which can supply power

in case something happens

to the regular power supply.

Might as well

get it installed now.

I don't like it, Jan.

He says he submits.

What happens if he can't

stop submitting?

Oh, but could that happen?

Why not? That's why

it has to stop right now.

Don't talk to him about it

until morning, Frank.

He needs a good night's sleep.

It's a little late

for talk, Jan.

Stop that!

Pat!

Pat!

Pat! Pat!

Pat! Pat!

What's the matter with you?

Have you lost your mind?

I'm sorry, Frank.

Give me your word

not to interfere again.

I was only trying to save

you from yourself, pal.

Did I ever try to stop

you from having a drink?

This is different.

It's unnatural, unholy.

Well, if it is, then we'll let

a higher power decide

when it should end.

Cigar counter.

This is Dr. Cory

in 612.

Send me some upman cigars.

Box of 50 supremes.

Send out and get them.

Come in.

Well, Mr. advisor

himself.

Did you have

a pleasant flight, sir?

Yes.

Well, sit down, gentlemen.

Make yourselves comfortable.

I'm sure we've never met,

but there's something

about you...

Perhaps it's the suit.

Would you gentlemen

have some coffee?

That's it. The suit...

Like Donovan's.

But why, Dr. Cory?

Does it matter?

Now, then, it is

my understanding

that in exchange for

certain considerations,

you and your Washington

connections would handle

Mr. Donovan's tax situation

in such a way that...

Donovan's dead, Dr. Cory,

and that seems to me...

As I was saying...

In such a way that

the statute of limitations

would ultimately cause

the government's case

to be thrown out.

Now you may talk.

Donovan's death released me

from any agreement

I may have had.

You're mistaken.

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