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You're not going?

- I'm taking her to Parker.

- Lota to Parker?

Why do you suppose

I brought him to the house?

He's seen too much already.

But she's never seen

anything like him.

- No?

- You and I don't count.

The only reactions we get from her

are fear and terror.

Hmm. That's understandable.

But how will she respond to Parker

where there's no cause for fear?

Will she be attracted?

Is she capable of being attracted?

Has she a woman's emotional impulses?

I'd scarcely hoped for a chance like this

short of London.

Lota. Lota.

Come here.

Lota. I've taught you many things.

Yes?

- All that you know I've taught you.

- Yes.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going to let you learn

something for yourself.

A man has come from the sea.

I will take you to him...

let you talk with him.

- Yes?

- Mmm.

I'm going to

leave you alone with him...

and you may talk with him

about anything you please...

about the world he comes from.

But you must say nothing about me...

nothing about the Law...

nothing about the House of Pain.

- Do you understand me?

- Yes.

Then come along with me.

Get out!

Get out, I said!

It's all right.

Go in, Lota.

- This is Mr. Parker, Lota.

- How do you do?

Don't be afraid.

How... do you do?

Mr. Parker has come to us

from over the sea.

She's a pure Polynesian...

the only woman

on the entire island.

Well, I'll leave you two young people

together.

I've got work to do.

Won't you sit down?

Cigarette?

No.

- I thank you.

- You're welcome.

You'll have to pardon me because...

this is all very strange to me.

What island are you from? Tahiti?

Samoa?

I mean, where is your home?

Home?

This my home.

I know, but you're not

a native of this island.

I know

because I've seen some of them.

How does it happen that you're

the only woman on this island?

Did, uh, Dr. Moreau bring you here?

Pardon me

if I seem to be too inquisitive.

Moreau!

Quickly, please!

What now?

You come from the sea?

Well, rather.

Three days on an upturned lifeboat.

You go away?

Tomorrow morning.

I wish you would not go away.

Well, that's very nice of you, but...

I must.

You come back... again?

Well, I - I don't know.

- What's that?

- It's the House -

the House of Pain!

No! No!

It's nothing! It's nothing.

Nothing?

Somebody's being tortured.

Get out!

Get out!

They're vivisecting a human being.

They're cutting a living man to pieces.

Now I know about his natives.

They're his victims.

You and I may be next.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Other gate!

We'll take Moreau's boat

and get away from here tonight - now.

Sea! Sea!

Man from sea! Man from sea!

Lota!

Stop!

- What? What?

- Man from sea.

- They are like us!

- They are like him.

One is not man.

What is the Law?

Not to run on all fours.

That is the Law.

Are we not men?

Are we not men?

What is the Law?

Not to eat meat.

That is the Law.

Are we not men?

Are we not men?

What is the Law?

Not to spill blood.

That is the Law.

Are we not men?

Are we not men?

His is the hand that makes.

His is the hand that makes.

His is the hand that heals!

His is the hand that heals.

His is the House of Pain!

His is the House of Pain.

I didn't think, after my warning,

you'd be idiotic enough to leave the house.

Now I can understand

why you and your island...

stink from one end of the South Seas

to the other.

What makes your natives

such monstrosities?

I saw you vivisecting a man.

My dear young fool,

you're entirely mistaken.

Well, you can't get away with it

in my case, Moreau.

Take it.

I'm now unarmed,

and you're fully protected.

It's quite evident, isn't it,

that I mean you no harm?

Would you be good enough

to come to the house?

Lota.

Lota, go to your room.

I started with plant life

in London 20 years ago.

I took an orchid,

and upon it I performed a miracle.

I stripped a hundred thousand years

of slow evolution from it...

and I had no longer an orchid...

but what orchids will be

a hundred thousand years from now.

That's one there.

Yes, but how, Doctor?

By a slight change

in the single unit of a germ plasm.

It was as simple as that.

That's a common lily.

That's a chrysanthemum.

That's unfortunately

what happened to some asparagus.

I went on with this research

just as it led me.

I let my imagination run

fantastically ahead.

Why not experiment

with the more complex organisms?

Man is the present climax

of a long process of organic revolution.

All animal life is tending

toward the human form.

I was still in London when I

began this phase of my experiments.

One day a dog escaped

from my laboratory...

ran shrieking into the street.

And I left London, Mr. Parker...

the newspapers at my heels,

an aroused England crying for my blood.

I picked up Montgomery

and brought him along.

He was a medical student facing a prison term

for a professional indiscretion.

That was 11 long years ago.

Eleven long years

I've worked and I've worked.

With plastic surgery,

blood transfusions...

gland extracts, with ray baths.

With what

I have discovered in my own work...

among the cellular organisms.

My work, my discoveries.

Mine alone.

With these I have wiped out hundreds

of thousands of years of evolution.

From the lower animals,

I have made -

Well, see for yourself, Mr. Parker.

You're convinced that this thing

on the table isn't human.

Its cries are human.

- You know what it is that I began with?

- No.

- An animal.

- An animal?

- Mm-hmm.

- Like those in the cages outside?

Then those - those creatures

out in the jungle?

Are my creations.

- They were made from animals?

- Yes.

Was this thing,

this poor, tortured creature -

What does that matter?

Of all things vile!

Mr. Parker, spare me

these youthful horrors, please.

And those -

those poor things

out there in the jungle -

those animals -

They - They talk.

That was my first

great achievement -

articulate speech

controlled by the brain.

That was an achievement.

Oh, it takes a long time

and infinite patience...

to make them talk.

Someday,

I'll create a woman, and it'll be easier.

Those are some

of my less successful experiments.

They supply the power

to create others...

more successful.

But with each experiment,

I improve upon the last.

I get nearer and nearer.

Mr. Parker.

Do you know what it means

to feel like God?

I'm talking too much, aren't I?

- Good night, Mr. Parker.

- Good night.

- You know the way to your room?

- Yes, thanks.

I hope you sleep well.

Thanks.

Good night.

Did you see that, Montgomery?

She was tender, like a woman.

How that little scene spurs

the scientific imagination onward.

I wonder how much of Lota's

animal origin is still alive...

how nearly a perfect woman she is.

It's possible I may find out...

with the aid of Mr. Parker.

You won't have much time

if he leaves for Apia in the morning.

Wouldn't it be a great loss to science

if he left for Apia in the morning?

Four with a fair wind.

- I want to thank you, Doctor, for -

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