Night of the Comet Page #5

That pad on the table.

- You need this?

- No, thanks. I have one.

It seems to be

the perfect Christmas gift this year.

I'm going to miss Christmas,

permanently.

I want you to know that

I thought they were talking hypothetically,

until they found the first survivors.

Then they really did it.

Some of those survivors were just kids.

Hey, wait a minute.

What's all this about blood?

They think they can generate a serum.

- A serum?

- We were exposed. Not a lot. Just enough.

They left the ventilating ducts wide open.

The fans going.

Very scientific.

Very stupid.

In 36 hours,

you will be able to vacuum up

the last of them from the carpet.

Hey, you know what?

She was right. You are cute.

Santa Claus.

Hey.

Have you ever had hepatitis?

Darned tags.

You have a pair of scissors?

No. Have you ever had hepatitis?

Cute kids.

They part of you guys?

No. They're survivors just like you are.

- Neat girl, huh?

- If you like the type.

Come on, kids. Come with me.

Have you ever had hepatitis?

No. I had mono once, though.

Caught it from this guy named Randy Sharp.

- Anemia?

- No.

- Are you pregnant?

- No. Thought I was once, though.

- That's not important.

- That's what you think.

It was the longest three weeks

of my life.

You know, I can't remember.

How much blood were we expected

to get from these people?

Oh, 300 ccs. Yes, that's it.

That can't be right. If we draw 300 ccs

a day, they'll expire altogether.

No, I don't think so,

now that we've

terminated brain functions.

I mean, they're brain-dead.

All they can do now

is manufacture blood.

Well, maybe.

We aren't gonna get anything like 300 ccs

out of those children.

No. But, we will out of that teenager.

I hope she's just as healthy as she looks.

Boy, did you see her hair?

What I'd give to have hair like that.

What is this place?

Do you have diabetes?

I mean, is this some sort of,

I don't know, underground hospital

or what?

You're a very strong-willed young lady.

- Cancer.

- You have cancer?

No, I am a Cancer.

I just want to know where I am

and what I'm doing here.

Oops. Oh, gosh.

Could you hand me that arterial...

Got it.

Well, it's up to the respirators now.

Why don't we prep the children?

When we're finished with them,

we can start on that girl.

They're so cute.

I love working with kids.

Yeah. Don't forget the lights.

Are you taking any medication?

Have you had any medication

within the last 24 hours?

Where's my sister?

Dr. Carter, may I see you a moment?

All right.

I mean, she should be here by now,

shouldn't she,

even if Hector didn't show up?

Your sisters dead.

- What?

- I realize this comes as a shock,

but she had been exposed, and in 48 hours

she would have died anyway.

It was quite painless,

I can assure you.

You both have nice, strong hearts.

- Are we going to get shots?

- No.

No shots. I promise.

- Audrey?

- They're not back yet.

Listen, we may have a situation

on our hands here.

I can't locate Rogers

anyplace in the compound.

I can't rule out the possibility that

he may already have gone into transition.

We can't wait for Audrey.

You're gonna have to start

with the children and that one in there.

We need blood to develop the serum.

We don't have enough for everyone.

We're not robots, Doctor. We're not

all going to fall over at one time.

Some of us will last a little longer.

While others of us

have more immediate needs.

You're smart.

You can figure that out.

Psychology is not an exact science,

but, my God, man,

anybody can add two and two.

I'm very sorry about your sister.

It's a tragedy.

It truly is.

And I can understand your hostility.

But no matter how upset you are,

breaking an expensive piece

of equipment won't solve anything.

I mean, striking out at inanimate objects

is really quite childish.

Even you should be able to realize that.

Jerk.

Howdy, partner. How you doing?

- Who are you?

- The name is Hec. Hec Gomez.

Hey, them's real fine duds you got there.

You a Maytag repairman?

How did you find this place?

Well ah, this lady back in LA sent me.

Hey, you been to LA lately?

It's cleaned out, man, I'm telling you.

Hey, come here.

I want to show you something. Come on.

Hey, you know how the harbor freeway

is always bumper to bumper?

Well, you can go 150 miles an hour

if you want to.

Me and this baby,

we go through them freeways

like turkey crap through a tin horn.

Hey...

You like girls?

Look in here.

- She's dead.

- She ain't dead.

See, this lady shot her up

with sodium pentothal

to make this fellow think

she was dead,

So you wouldn't suck her blood out,

you a**hole.

Son of a b*tch!

Sh*t!

Excuse me, everyone.

I'm afraid our adolescent guest

has escaped.

She's quite hostile.

She may have already gone topside,

so please take a moment

and look around you.

Check those rooms,

and I'll check this one.

Let's go.

- Everything is under control.

- Good.

You said no shots.

This isn't a shot, sweetheart.

It'll just...

You'll just giggle

and then you'll feel a little sleepy.

That's right.

And when you wake up,

do you know where you'll be?

- Where?

- With Santa Claus at the North Pole.

In fact, you'll live with Santa Claus

for the rest of your life.

Hey, there's no such thing as Santa Claus.

What? You don't believe in Santa?

Life support systems.

- Wilson, come with me.

- Keep an eye on her.

Yes.

Now, Wilson!

Forget the door. Turn off the alarm.

I don't know.

My parents told me

never to breathe anything from strangers.

Hey!

Get your hands up.

What are you guys doing?

They said if we breathe this, we could go

to the North Pole and see Santa Claus.

- That's so sick.

- Hey!

- Holy sh*t!

- Whoa.

- Sam?

- I give! I give!

- They said you were dead.

- They were exaggerating totally.

- Hey, that's a great outfit.

- Thanks. Is that guy in the hallway dead?

Don't.

Well?

You can give up if you want to, Wilson.

But we still have the two children

and that girl.

I forgot my football.

- We'll get you another football.

- We'll get you a stadium.

Now!

Get everybody topside, now!

- What about them?

- Screw them.

Okay, kids. Going up.

Put your hands down, kids.

God, don't be so stupid.

- Come on, kids.

- Who are the kids?

- I'm Brian.

- I'm Sarah.

Yeah, and I'm Aunt Reg

and that's Aunt Sam

and that's Uncle Hector.

- Can I have my bunny?

- In a minute.

- Beat feet, Uncle Hector.

- Uncle Hector?

Hey, it's my bunny, you know.

- Where have you been?

- Can we change this?

- Arranging a hotfoot for your friends.

- I really hate this music.

Give me a break!

- What are you doing?

- I'm not kidding.

I get carsick without my bunny.

- Come on, Reg. Give the kid the bunny.

- We've stopped. Why have we stopped?

Son of a...

Don't shoot them, you idiot.

Okay, kids.

Cover your eyes for Uncle Hector.

Hey! Think tank, huh?

Look, couldn't we just, like, leave?

Think over this.

- We can get them. We have to get them.

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