Swamp Thing

NOT LONG AGO, IN THE UNEXPLORED|REACHES OF AN UNMAPPED SWAMP,

THE CREATIVE GENIUS OF ONE MAN

COLLIDED WITH ANOTHER'S EVIL|DREAM AND A MONSTER WAS BORN.

TOO POWERFUL TO BE DESTRO YED,|TOO INTELLIGENT TO BE CAPTURED,

THIS BEING|STILL PURSUES ITS SAVAGE DREAM.

So there's the swamp.|Where's the nearest good restaurant?

Depends. If you're a human,|it's back in Washington.

But if you're a 'gator,|could be right where we land.

Thank your lucky stars|you're comin' in at the end of this.

Holland insisted on building it all out here.|He said this is where the life is.

One of those life forms|nailed the guy you're replacing.

What? They sent a woman out here?

- Where are you goin'?|- Couldn't take it any more.

Well, he lasted longer than most.

(radio crackles)

Boo.

(snake hisses)

No!

Weird, isn't it? The local fishermen|say this place is haunted.

I don't know where we are, Toto,|but this sure isn't Kansas.

What?

Nothing.

Used to be a church until|about 50 years ago, then the levee broke.

It's just been us and the deer flies|for the last ten weeks.

Welcome back, sir.|What did Washington say?

That's confidential.

- (man) It's OK, Miss. I got it.|- But you can start packin'.

All right.

(man) Where's this go?|Give me a hand over here with this.

What does Holland think|about going back to Washington?

I doubt he's been told. Ritter couldn't|believe me when I gave him the news.

- Do you think Washington's paranoid?|- Do you think the Pope is Catholic?

This is your place.

You probably haven't seen half this stuff.|It's all new. This is a laser...

Laser-induced subsonic field generator.|Gives double readings in the 3200 band.

I got a trick for fixing that.

They send someone who knows what|she's doin' the week they pull us out!

What's he working on?

- Who?|- Holland.

This thing is so hush-hush, no one asks.|Something to do with plants.

(man) Where the hell's my man?|I thought he was back.

Hey, Charlie!

The emperor calls. Come on.

Hey, you know there's a...

What's going on here?|Get those crates into the church.

You men in the boat! What are you doing?|Get that damn thing outta sight!

Lamebrains!

Charlie, welcome back.|And this is Hank's replacement?

Cable, Harry Ritter,|Project Field Supervisor.

One of your sensors|is reading malfunction.

Not surprising.|They rot in a week in these swamps.

Charlie, did you get them|to change their minds?

No. They want him and the substance|in Washington where they can watch him.

Anything wrong?

A rumour. Somebody's heard|Arcane's gotten wind of the project.

- I thought Arcane was dead.|- He is. Who said that Arcane's onto this?

Nobody's taking credit for it.|You know Washington.

All it takes is one loudmouth|to spill this to Holland

and the whole project goes to hell,|do you know that?

Yes, sir.

That goes for you, too.

Come on. I keep the number of people|near to him at a minimum.

This admits the three of us,|and the Hollands.

It was programmed for your prints|this morning. Try it.

The stuff I have put up with - alligators,|bugs, snakes, and now rumours.

Charlie, I want to hear everything|about the Arcane business, now.

What about that sensor in sector three?

Get somebody to take you there|and take a look.

Me?

In the swamps?

- Any luck there?|- Wiggle your fingers.

Lose a contact lens?

Funny.

Well, don't just stand there.|Give us a hand. Right about in the middle.

Please?

I dropped a Cooper's digger.

Would you look under the rocks, please?

Go ahead.

What's a Cooper's digger? A shovel?

Nah...

Just Alessandro.

He's got a little one-celled animal living|in his fur that makes a terrific host.

Terrific. I'll remember that|the next time I throw a party.

Oh, not bad. Not bad.

- You don't have to be crazy around him...|- But it helps?

Alice Cable, new kid on the block.|You part of Holland's crew?

I'm Linda Holland.

You're Dr Holland.

I'm a Dr Holland, but not the Dr Holland,|boy genius and oddball.

That's Alec. He's the brains.|I just cook up what he invents.

Don't believe her.|She's got an IQ like a phone number.

I want you to run up a variation on the|formula with the host on Alessandro's fur.

OK.

Hello. I understand you have a sensor out.|Do you wanna go out and take a look?

Well, I guess I could ask Charlie|to give us an escort.

We could ask your mother|to come along, too. Come on.

The only dangerous thing out there is the|government agents with their popguns.

It's your first day.|I'll take you on a Cook's tour.

Ritter's always after me|to get some fresh air. He'll be tickled pink.

What do you say?

Oh, man.

You look like a tree.

Sometimes I feel like a tree.

- Like the swamps?|- Hate the swamps. Hate bugs.

- Hate things without legs.|- A neatness freak, huh?

- You could eat off my kitchen floor.|- You could eat off the swamps.

Maybe half the world|could eat off the swamps.

More than likely,|the swamps will eat off us.

Like, what happened|to the guy I'm replacing?

The 'gator was only following his|natural way. Can't blame a guy for that.

I paid a fortune for these boots.

You'd better keep movin'.|There's quicksand around here.

- Keep your eyes open, too.|- For what?

One of these just might|jump out and do you in.

There's over 100 species|of genus orchis here.

So much beauty in the swamps,|if you open up your eyes to it.

Take a look into your own body,|one of God's most magnificent creations,

and what do you see?

Straight lines and deodorant,|chrome and Formica? No, no, no.

You see blood and bone, pump and flow,|and a million messy miracles.

Look at the most creative thing|man and woman can do together

and you'll see|something growing, unpredictable,

magical, hot.

Save the malarkey for your wife, Holland.

If you don't mind,|where the hell's the sensor?

It's right over there.

Looks OK to me.

Here, let me help.

(rattles)

Well, it doesn't look OK to me.

- Let's get back.|- All right.

Charlie?

Charlie!

Cable, what the hell is your story?

Anything suspicious happen|while we were gone?

You're damn right.|Something suspicious did happen.

A stupid broad of an agent,|first day on the job,

takes a scientist we're supposed|to be guarding for a romp in the bush.

- Hold it. Just cool it.|- You think you're on a picnic?

Wait. It was my idea to take her out there.|She was doin' her job.

- Why do you have to be so worried?|- It's my job to worry.

And if I have my way, you'll be|on the next chopper back to Washington.

A woman has no place|around a guy like you.

There's a cut sensor out there.

- Which sector?|- Sector three.

Hank was working on that|when he was bitten by the 'gator.

He didn't put it all back together again|before we took him to the hospital.

- "Tickled pink", huh?|- I'm really sorry, Cable.

Well, I guess you can't be blamed|for following your natural way.

Did either of you see|one of our guys out there? Ronnie?

- No. Why?|- We seem to have lost contact with him.

(explosion)

- Linda, are you all right?|- It's OK, it's OK.

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