Superbeast Page #3

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you would've cheered me.

You would have!

He didn't even belong on God's earth.

Wasn't like you, or me, or Doc;

like a prehistoric beast.

Doc?

When are you gonna have

another one ready, Doc?

Well?

A couple of days.

That's good.

That's good.

I'll stick around.

Marie killed a man in Macau.

She was a prostitute, but

they never caught her.

Why was she

arrested in the Philippines?

Something smacked of salience.

And you think

she's rehabilitated?

I know she is, as long

as she's in the primary state.

Same thing with Benny.

He was a pimp, a thief, a hatchet-man,

but he wouldn't hurt anyone now.

Well, you could cross him and he'd,

well, he just wouldn't give a damn.

But what about their feelings?

What about their emotions?

All intact.

They're reoriented.

Watch.

Do you like Marie, Benny?

Yes.

Do you like Benny, Marie?

Yes, very much.

Do you both like me?

Yes.

Do you like Dr. Pardee?

Yes.

Yes, if you say so.

You like everybody

now, don't you, Benny?

I don't hate anymore.

I so feel happy.

Good.

Now, I want you both to

think about the word love.

I want you to think about

what that word means to you.

I couldn't help noticing

how suggestible they are.

That's the positive

and guaranteed reaction

of the first state,

and that's exactly what's

given me the determination

to continue my experiments.

You know, I can dig

what you're trying to do.

I don't condone the experiments,

because of the negative end results.

I can see that you're a dedicated man,

and that you believe that the

ends will justify the means.

What I can't accept is how

can you let that gun freak

hunt down and make sport of the mutations.

I don't understand that.

My relationship with Stewart Victor

is one I find distasteful, but necessary.

About a year ago, Victor was,

by the way, that's not his real name.

I heard he was stopping off in Manila

on his way to safari in Malaysia.

Well, I knew him in the

States as a wealthy rancher,

an oil man, and a member of several boards

studying penal reform.

My own money had run out,

and I came into Manila

hoping to tap Victor

for enough to continue my research.

I finally tracked him down at Rizal Park.

At first, he wasn't interested.

He kept reminding me of my

disenfranchised status at home,

but I wouldn't take no for an answer.

I just continued to rap at him.

And as I went on telling

him how closed I'd come,

that only the arrestment of

the reversion stood in the way

of my ultimate success,

Victor became intrigued.

He started asking me more

and more about my subjects.

What you're saying is

they have the mind of a man,

but the nature of beast, right?

That's right.

That's fantastic.

Absolutely fantastic.

Can I ask you something?

What do you do with them in the end?

I mean, you know, when

you're all through with them?

I have an arrangement.

It's a financial one.

The local official, he

brings me my subjects,

and then he sees to their dispositions.

It's incredible.

Bartender!

Bring me another drink, will you, please?

What about you, Billy boy?

Uh, no.

Alright, you're fishing on a clear lake.

You've dangled the bait,

and you see your fish

is about ready to bite.

How much do you need?

50,000.

Alright, you got yourself

a deal, on one condition.

That you agree to let him dispose of...

My mistakes, as he likes to call them.

Now we're both in it too deep.

To let me go?

Diaz, we got a problem.

It's up to you to take care of it.

Say, Doc!

Yeah?

I got some good news for ya.

Yeah, what's that?

Old Diaz here is gonna

take care of everything.

Go on, tell him.

Mr. Victor and I were

discussing the problem

that washed up on your shore.

It will be no problem.

And he'll make

out all the reporting.

Yeah.

Dr. Rojas and Dr. Pardee

officially drowned in a

most unfortunate accident,

while working on an

undisclosed research project.

Her body was never

recovered from the water.

Her embassy will be notified.

And I'm sure they'll be satisfied

with Mr. Diaz's findings.

I am sure.

Diaz, you're a good man.

What are you doing?

Checking up on your next victim?

You know something?

I'm worried about the good doctor.

I think he has plans

to keep the girl alive.

What if she is not dead

after I have made my report?

There will be an investigation,

and it would not be

pleasant for you or me.

There won't be any investigation.

You and me, we think alike.

As I was saying, cropping is necessary

to conserve our wildlife.

Gets rid of the old males,

the old, barren females,

gives the younger animals

a chance to reproduce,

which makes the herd healthy and strong.

What it amounts to is killing.

And you can say whatever you like,

it is not fun for anything to die.

You must have quite the

head collect, my friend.

Oh, I have:
175.

(exclaims in foreign language.

Oh, there are multimillionaires

and a prince or two

that may have a larger collection,

but few, if any, compare quality.

And honey, that's no bull, that's a fact.

75% of my trophies are record-book class.

Let me ask you something.

Have you no sense of guilt?

Why?

Basically, man was a hunter,

long before he was anything else.

That was then, why now?

Oh, I guess man hunts to

escape from his concrete jungle,

to see, and hear, or feel the

wilderness, but not me, honey.

No, no, no, not me.

I hunt because I want to pit my knowledge,

my skill, and my endurance

against the wild animals

in their own environment.

But actually, it's the

thrill of the stalk,

which has been inherited,

men since the beginning of time.

What did you do?

I put some of the formula in your buco.

What formula?

I took it from your vial.

You said that it may hold the answer.

But you...

That vial may hold the answer because it

contains the the help you need to isolate

from the whole serum.

You've given me the pure beast extract.

I'm gonna bypass the primary

and secondary stages.

Yes.

I can tell by my eyes.

I think I'll be going now.

I thought if I could

get you into the primary,

the suggestible state, you

could be persuaded to let me go.

Hey, Fleming.

You got it bad.

Lucky for you I'm here to

put you out of your misery.

Fleming, we're gonna play the game,

just you and me.

Now, come on.

Come on!

Oh, how ironic:
you, the superbeast.

Go on, take a head start.

You know the procedure.

Go on.

Go on!

Victor!

Victor, I'm going.

Are you going to leave with me, now?

No, I can't leave 'til I've

taken care of everything,

everything that might incriminate me.

Victor, why, why?

I'm your friend!

I've done many things for you.

You need me!

Victor!

No, no!

Victor!

Well, well, well.

Hey, Fleming!

If you can hear me, very

clever, very clever.

Doubling back on your own tracks, huh?

Look, he's not gonna get away with it now.

I'll kill him.

He's pretty clever.

Fleming?

I'll have to destroy you.

Fleming!

Hey!

Chill out!

He's a success.

Can you understand that?

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