The Fly II Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1989
- 105 min
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waiting for--
for this to happen.
[ Gasps ]
I had to see you. Beth.
Do you want me to go ?
No.
Then help me.
Please ?
[ Sobbing ]
Martin. yes.
[ Scorby ]
All right. let's go.
Thomas ? Go upstairs.
Chris. help out.
-[ Meowing ]
- Only a cat.
-Jesus--
Go check the door.
Chris. go with him.
- And the girl ?
- [ Scorby ] I think she went with him.
Well. get back here
as soon as you can.
Yes. sir. Don't worry. sir.
We'll get him.
It's just
a matter of time.
That. sadly. is
a luury we don't have.
[ Line Clicking. Dial Tone ]
[ Dorans ]
Go away!
We have to talk to you. sir.
I said, piss off!
Uh. Seth Brundle
was my father.
[ Door Unlocking ]
[ Gasps ]
Striking family resemblance.
A little big for Fixe years old,
aren't you ?
I have a chromosomal malfunction.
I'm growing...
at an accelerated rate.
Whoo ! No sh*t.
That's fascinating.
Well.
Listen. it's been great.
- Stop by again sometime.
-[ Lock Clicking ]
Perhaps I should
invite you in.
I saw you on a videotape.
You were--
Don't sit there !
Ju--
You were there
e was working on a cure.
That's why you dragged yourself
all the way out here ?
- You're my only hope.
-[ Chuckling ]
[ Glass Clinking, Liquid Pouring ]
Ah--
Oh. kid.
The last thing I am...
is anybody's hope.
You really don't want
to hear about this.
I have to know.
Brundle stole my girl.
Your mother.
Got her pregnant.
Caused her death.
Dissolved my hand and my foot
with fly vomit.
I had no love
for the man.
e bugged me.
As for the cure...
he was working on.
he dragged your mother...
kicking and screaming
into that telepod.
that they might be fused together
in one beautiful body.
So your mother blew his brains out
with a shotgun.
There's your cure.
- Go away.
- You bastard !
- Where's your compassion ?
- [ Chuckling ]
I had to give it up.
It cost me an arm and a leg.
It cost you
more than that.
Your father was right
about one thing.
If there's a cure.
it has something to do with those pods.
That--
They won't work.
You're a bad liar. kid.
- If you've found the answer. use it.
- Martin.
- Did you fInd anything ?
- It's nothing I can use.
So forget it.
Let's go.
You should talk some sense
to your friend.
They'll be looking for your car.
My jeep's in the garage.
Just... get out.
- Let me just call Bartok
and talk to him.
- No. I'm not going back there.
Maybe he can help you.
I have to tell him about the telepod--
- I told you. that's a dead end.
- But you haven't told me why.
Because the only way I could save myself
would be to sacrifIce another life.
[ Engine Stopping,
Door Opening, Closing ]
[ Door Dell Dings ]
Indistinct ]
Uh. I'd like a room.
please ?
[ Announcer Continues, Indistinct ]
All I got left
is a queen size. okay ?
That'll be fIne.
- Meanwhile. back in this country.
the search for...
- Cash in advance.
Dartok Industries employee
Martin Drundle intensiFies.
Brundle vanished late last night
in the company of co-worker Beth Logan.
There has been some
speculation that Miss Logan...
- On a happier--
- Ms.. uh--
-[ Door Opens ]
- ''Smith.''
-[ Door Closes ]
Martin ?
[ Gasps ]
Martin !
Martin !
- Martin !
Martin. stop.
- [ Grunts ]
- [ Grunts. Pants ]
[ Whimpering ]
Please, don't run away from me.
I don't know what to do.
I don't either.
Martin,
No--
[ Sobbing ]
[ Flies Buzzing.
[ Buzzing. Sparking Continue ]
[ Martin ]
[ Sparking ]
How... compelling.
- What ?
Martin ?
[ Gasps ]
You should go.
Y-You need help.
You don't think I can
take care of myself?
No.
You can't walk.
I... think you're
getting worse.
I'm getting better.
My body is growing...
stronger.
I feel good.
You don't know
what you're saying.
I do know
what I'm saying.
Until now. I've been nothing more
than an open wound.
Defenseless.
Weak. Vulnerable.
Don't you see ?
I'm healing.
- I'm healing.
It wasn't clear to me
for a long time.
-[ Deth Sobbing ]
- But now--
- Ooh.
[ Gasping. Crying ]
I can see
so much better now.
Beth. if you stay awhile.
I'll show you a magic trick...
you'll nexer forget.
[ Chuckling ]
[ Sobbing ]
Martin, about the telepods--
You must tell me
what the magic word is.
The word.
It's--
It's a secret word.
[ Gurgling ]
Do you remember
this room. Martin ?
And it only seems proper that this
should be the place for your rebirth.
You're growing
so quickly. my boy.
Any prediction how soon ?
I'd say
at least a week.
- [ Gurgling ]
- Martin. if you can hear me.
I just want to tell you how thrilled
I am to haxe you back again.
It was naughty of you
to run away.
Dut I forgixe you.
for the magic you worked
with my telepods.
Don't exer forget that,
Martin.
You're a magician,
not an escape artist.
[ Reverberating ]
Welcome home. son.
Nothing's wrong with me.
you a**holes !
Let me go !
Where's Bartok ?
Where's Martin ?
[ Over P.A. ] It's dirty work.
MacKenzie. but somebody's got to do it.
Make sure
you don't miss anything.
[ P.A. Clicks Off ]
Ah. Well. you'll be
pleased to know you show...
no signs of contamination.
Miss Logan.
Please.
Sit down.
[ Grunts ]
You really have no choice.
- He's doing xery, xery well, thank you.
Resting comfortably.
But of more importance
right now...
is you telling me...
the magic word.
[ Bubbling. Gurgling ]
[ Continues ]
[ Beeps ]
[ Gurgling. Creaking ]
[ Thumping ]
[ Snapping, Sizzling ]
[ Gushing. Crackling ]
[ Pinging ]
[ Crackling ]
- [ Fly Roaring ]
- [ Screaming ]
- [ Fly Roaring ]
- [ Screaming ]
Dr.Jainway ?
[ Clattering, Tinkling ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Screaming ]
- [ Gagging ]
-[ Scorby ] Dr. Shepard?
What's wrong ? What's happening. man ?
Talk to me ! What is it ?
Back in the O.R.--
Now. you were alone with him all
that time.Just you and he together.
Now. he must have
told you something.
You have no intention of helping Martin.
and you never did.
- [ Screams ]
- You're not going anywhere. Miss Logan.
- argis ?
- No ! Sh-- [ Whimpering ]
Mr. Dartok ?
Martin got out of his cocoon.
- e's out there somewhere.
- as anyone seen him ?
Yeah. Dr.Jainway.
She's dead. e killed her !
Control? This is Dartok.
Listen carefully.
I do not under any circumstances
want Martin injured or killed.
e's to be contained.
That is all.
Anyone responsible for damage
to the boy will answer to me.
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