Re-Animator Page #2

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It's just a lot of little things.

Like what?

Well, West is always in his room

with the door closed.

I mean, do you ever see him?

Does he ever eat?

I told you, he's a little cracked.

He bothers you, too.

No, don't be ridiculous.

Rufus is terrified of him.

When West comes in,

he runs and hides.

Rufus hides

and runs all the time,

it's standard cat activity.

Yes, but not when we're together,

then he's all over us trying

to get your attention and...

Where is he?

I haven't seen him

since we got here.

It's okay, he's around here.

I haven't even heard him,

usually he at least knocks

something over when I'm here.

Pss pss pss pss.

Rufus... Rufus... Rufus.

Pss pss pss pss.

Come on, you fat cat.

Here, kitty!

Rufus.

Come on now, you mad animal.

Don't you try to hide from me.

I know all of your tricks.

Rufus? Where are you, boy?

Here, kitty.

Here, kitty!

Here, kitty.

Rufus. Hey, boy!

Rufus?

Rufus?

Rufus.

Rufus?

Hey, boy.

Rufus, are you in here?

Here, boy.

Here, kitty.

Rufus?

Oh, Dan, I think it's...

What are you doing in my room?

- How dare you come in...

- Dan!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

I thought I was renting

a private room, Dan!

Meg, what the hell

are you doing in here?

- I...

- Would you please leave, now!

Easy!

In the fridge.

I was going to show you.

Shut up.

What happened?

It was dead when I found it.

You killed him.

He hated you!

Meg. It suffocated.

It knocked the garbage over and

it got its head stuck in a jar.

You weren't home,

so I put it in there.

I certainly didn't think

you'd want to find it like that.

I didn't want

to stink the place up.

I was going to show you.

You couldn't call, or write a note?

I was busy pushing bodies around,

as you well know,

and what would a note say, Dan?

"Cat dead, details later"?

I knew you were fond of it.

You killed him, I know you did.

He killed him.

Besides, I do not

like people in my room!

All right, that's enough.

I think you both better leave, now.

What the hell is this?

That is none of your business.

Yeah, I think it is my business!

Just as it is none of my business

that you're sleeping

with Dean Halsey's daughter.

You know, I would not want

to see a fellow student,

especially one

as promising as yourself,

be thrown out of school,

out of the profession...

on moral ground.

I think Dr. Halsey

just might understand.

Oh, do you?

Well, you may well be right.

Are you sure you want

to find out?

Herbert?

Herbert.

Herbert!

You hear that sound?

West! West!

West, what is that?

Quiet!

Get off of...

Cain!

Get out of here!

Get it off of me!

Stay away!

Later!

AW, sh*t.

There he is! Sh*t.

Don't move.

Look out!

There it goes under the stairs,

it's under the stairs.

Okay, I got it.

I got it.

Oh.

Look out!

It's really quite simple.

All life is a physical

and chemical process, correct?

It stands to reason then, that if one

could find extremely fresh specimens

and recharge that chemical process,

bang, we have re-animation.

- The theory is not new, West.

- But my reagent is.

Read.

"With various animating solutions,"

"I have killed and brought

to animated life,"

"a number of rabbits,

guinea pigs, cats, and dogs."

I've broken the 6 to 12 minute barrier.

I've conquered brain death.

"With the higher animals

and the consequent"

increased strength of solution,

reaction has become more violent...

and my research

has become more difficult.

Which is why

I need you to help me.

Help you?

You are the perfect person

to assist me.

You're hard-working, bright,

people respect you,

and you have access

to certain authorities.

We can defeat death.

We can achieve

every doctor's dream.

You'll be famous... and live lifetimes.

You haven't done this on people?

I've done all I can here.

I'll need new lab space.

You will help me.

- No!

- Why? Because it's mad?

No, because I don't

believe you.

How can you say that?

You've seen the results.

No, Rufus wasn't dead

to begin with.

You drugged him

and reduced his vital signs.

You lowered his body temperature.

He couldn't have been dead.

Do you agree

that he's dead now?

Do you agree

that he's dead now?

West, no!

West, stop!

I'll show you.

- Then you'll help me.

- No!

Yes, you will.

That is why I brought the infernal beast

back to life in the first place.

- In the brain?

- Of course.

Don't expect it to tango,

it has a broken back.

God! Why does

it make that noise?

Birth is always painful.

It was dead.

Twice.

- Oh, it's him!

- Baby, what are you doing here?

It's Rufus! HOW did...

- Come on, let's go upstairs.

- Oh! Oh, my god.

Herbert West has effected

re-animation in dead animal tissue.

Mr. Cain, I'm surprised.

No, I've seen it.

He brought back a dead animal,

a cat, back to life.

I hadn't expected such nonsense

from you, Mr. Cain,

but I should have guessed it

when you took up with Mr. West.

I know he's unstable,

but I've seen the results,

and so has your daughter.

What have you been doing

with my daughter?

She walked into an experiment.

You've involved Megan

in your insanity?

I never intended to involve her.

Tomorrow morning, you will

submit to me a written apology

for this entire affair.

These experiments were clearly beyond

the scope of your legitimate studies.

They've obviously interfered with

your ability to do your class work.

If any equipment from the hospital

or from the laboratories

of Miskatonic University were involved

in any of this unauthorized activity,

criminal charges

may be pressed.

You will, in any case, have

your student loan rescinded.

My loan?

I won't be able to continue school.

As for Mr. West,

he needs submit no apology.

You may tell him that he may

continue with his research

without the impediment

of an education.

As of now, he is no longer

a student of this university.

Sir, can we please just discuss this?

I think you're being blinded

by your emotions.

That will be all, Mr. Cain.

Don't take this out on Meg.

She tried to stop me.

I said that will be all.

- Oh, they keep on a comin', don't they?

- Oh, yeah.

You ain't got my lunch

under there, have you?

Yeah, one meatball

run over by a semi.

Ew!

I lost my appetite. You gonna

be around for a while?

I might go catch me

some coffee.

- Take your time.

- You got it.

Meatball?

Just put your shoes on.

Oh, damn, if we get caught...

Oh, well, what will they do?

Embalm us?

Let's go.

Burn victim.

- Here's your meatball.

- Oh.

Shotgun wound to the head.

Oh, god, he's rotten.

- Malpractice.

- Sh*t.

Let's go, we're not going

to find anything.

Wait. Wait!

Yes, I think you.

How long?

He arrived early this evening.

John Doe, apparently just dropped dead.

No record of any damage.

It's almost perfect.

Why "almost"?

Could be heart damage.

Then let's just find another one.

No! We do not have time!

All we need tonight

is a specific, conscious reaction.

He's been dead for hours.

Any evidence of re-animated

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