West!
You bastard.
You did this to me.
But you'll not escape me.
Not this time!
Take this. It'll burst an artery.
If we don't remove this now, he's going to go into cardiac arrest.
I assure you. Be ready to clamp.
If it doesn't hold... We have no choice, Dan.
NOW!
Jesus Christ!
It didn't hold!
But his central nervous system is still intact.
He might still prove to be useful.
More useful than he'd be otherwise.
We have to retreat!
The front lines have weakened.
God damn it, Herbert! What are you doing? You know very well what I'm doing, Dan.
Don't you ever stop? We may never again have access
to this volume of fresh subjects. Fascinating, there's somebody here.
What do you want? Get away from those! What are you doing back here?
- Leave. - Put that thing away!
This is too dangerous for all of us.
Where are you going? We've got lots of work to do here.
Come on! Jesus Christ!
- She's right! - She's wrong.
- No! - Listen, we are close, Dan.
Reticular consciousness is not just in the brain.
We know that, yes? We've gone beyond that.
Look at this.
These reptiles are the key, Dan.
Yes.
You just still don't understand, do you?
This is no longer about just reanimating the dead.
We will create new life.
Hang on!
Francesca?
Get out of here!
Come on! Let's go!
- Let's go. - My notes.
- Leave them! - Wait!
Forget it! We'll need this back home.
Come on!
Dan?
Well, you're going to be all right.
We've got to get out. Come on.
Come on.
Let's go home.
Morning, Gloria.
How's the star patient?
Hello, Doctor.
You look great. I see you even put on some makeup.
Don't tease me.
It's just that...
My head is about the only part of me that's not sick.
- Excuse me. - This is Dr. West.
He'll be coordinating with pathology about your biopsy.
You're right. That part of you is quite well.
I'm scared.
Don't worry. The surgery is routine.
I'll be taking real good care of you.
She's not an experiment.
She's terminal. She's a patient!
She could be of use to us, Dan. Not us. You.
I'm a doctor. Who will be a scientist.
Yes?
Lieutenant Leslie Chapham, Arkham Police Department.
- Leslie? - Lieutenant.
Well, how may I help you, Lieutenant?
I understand that you are in charge of the remains from the night of the massacre?
Yes, but it's my understanding that the case is closed.
Not to me.
It showed up in a carnival sideshow just outside of Arkham.
Dr. Hill?
Remarkably well preserved, considering the massacre was eight months ago.
All the specimens from that night exhibit the same qualities.
Yes, as you see, the skull is fractured right there.
Didn't you know it was missing?
You know,
I could fix that.
Where do you keep the rest of the remains?
The specimens from that night
have shown almost no signs of deterioration.
This not only holds true for the gross anatomy,
but the individual cells in each specimen
display a lack of decay.
Are you saying that they're not quite dead?
What's dead is dead, Lieutenant.
I should know. It's my field.
What's this?
That's something Dr. Hill was working on.
I haven't been able to identify it.
Yet.
L was planning on doing that first thing in the morning, as a matter of fact.
Is this all of it?
Except for fragments and debris. What happened to that?
Why, we burned them, of course.
Suicide.
Would-be ballet dancer didn't have the stuff,
cut off her feet and bled to death.
Where are her feet?
Her feet?
Why... they're missing.
A lot of stuff's been missing from around here lately, Holmes.
Body parts?
Really, Lieutenant? Who would want to steal body parts?
Yes!
How did you get back here?
Well...
well, well.
What do you think of the location of the will in the brain now, Dr. Hill?
I'm sorry, what was that?
Actually, you've been quite useful to me.
You helped me prove that consciousness resides in every part of the body.
You had such pretensions of grandeur, you pompous plagiarist.
But look at you now.
You're nothing but a dead-head.
A no-body.
Did that police officer find you?
Police? Yes, he came by while you were in surgery.
You're gonna be all right.
Gloria.
Herbert!
Herbert?
Dan!
Look at this!
We practically share a wall with the Avril's crypt in the cemetery.
Yes, that's a 150 years of decay.
Oh, well.
Dust to dust.
What happened to our cadaver? I was finished with it.
Would you help me with this, please?
Security.
From what?
Herbert, I've got something to tell you. Really?
I have something to show you.
Look at that, Dan.
And no tissue damage.
It simulates a heart attack. And it leaves virtually no trace.
That's real useful if you want to murder someone.
It is very useful...
in obtaining...
the freshest animal specimens.
Right here.
The amniotic fluid of the Cuzco iguana.
Did you know that this reptile has not changed significantly in over...
a hundred million years. Herbert, I know this is important.
Now...
we extract the amniotic fluid from the sac.
With that, we add the muscle proteins of.
Myosin, actin and...
Tropomyosin.
Good.
And then...
Our reagent.
Pure potentiality.
The primordial ooze from which life originates.
Dr. Hill...
Dr. Hill gave me this idea.
I'm moving out.
What?
I'm moving out.
Dan!
You can't turn back now.
This...
This is the key to creating life!
Parts! Reanimated parts! We're trying to save whole people, not parts.
Exactly, and what are people, Dan, over and above a collection of living parts?
We can create...
new life.
This morbid doodling with human body parts.
Is this what it's all about? Is this what all our great work has led to?
Exactly what are you insinuating? This is your madness!
It had nothing to do with me. I'm out!
I didn't see you rejecting my work when Meg was lying there dead!
Where were your great ideals then? Don't you...
Daniel?
What was it about Meg that you loved?
Meg's heart.
Help me...
to continue the work.
We can create a new life.
Starting...
with Meg's heart.
Yes.
Now, Dan.
You're going to have to help.
At the hospital.
What about the police?
No, the police will never come here.
- Daniel Cain? - Yes.
Police?
Come on in.
Is there a problem?
Who are you?
Dr. West.
Lieutenant Chapham.
Police.
What do you want?
It's...
quite an old place you got here.
It used to be a mortuary.
After the cemetery filled up, it was the caretaker's house.
Nobody's been here for twenty years.
Odd place to live.
Has its advantages.
Pretty morbid stuff.
I don't consider science morbid.
It was pretty morbid the night Dr. Carl Hill died.
And Dean... Dean...
- Halsey. - Dean Halsey. Yeah.
And Megan Halsey.
Do you mind if I sit down?
Dr. West, what kind of problems did you have with Dr. Carl Hill?
Dr. Hill and I had professional differences.
It was nothing personal. I have been all through this.
It's in the police records, which lam certain you have access to.
I understand that you have some radical ideas about...
the reanimation of dead tissue?
When I was in medical school, I might have had time to discuss the theory.
I don't anymore.
I suppose those poor souls out at the Sefton Ward...
are theory.
I don't know what you're talking about.
And I suppose you don't know anything about the missing body parts at the hospital?
Missing body parts?
No.
I can find my own way out.
Get off!
Get off me!
Get off!
Ernest?
Dr. Graves wants to see you right away.
- Pathology? - Right away.
What about the... I'll take care of it.
Cool.
More.
Dr. Hill...
Is that you?
More!
Dr. Graves.
You... you see?
I recognize you.
You do?
That seminar in Zurich...
Yes.
Your theory of reconciling creationism...
with the origin of disease...
Yes.
Totally idiotic!
It's you, come in!
No, no.
No lights.
Come over here.
Dr. Hill?
Speak to me.
Speak to me, Dr. Hill!
Speak.
This is some kind of joke, right, man?
No, it is not a joke.
He can talk.
He heard my lecture in Zurich.
The head? He heard your lecture?
He can talk, for God's sake!
Listen.
Talk, damn it! Talk!
- Talk! - The head...
Don't you ever do that again, you mental midget!
Oh my God. My God, I'm losing my mind.
I have some unfinished business.
And you will assist me.
Not out the front door.
Just the doctor taking a patient out for a little air.
Man! ' Oh my God!
Herbert!
Hey, pooch.
Yes! You said "Hi" to him!
Francesca!
- Hi, Doctor. - Hi.
Don't let the little head rule the big head, Dan.
So, what are you doing in Arkham?
Oh, I'm doing some interviews in Boston this week.
Dr. Cain, 5436.
- Oh God. I've gotta go. - I know.
Listen...
What about dinner tonight?
Only if you let me cook.
Real Italian style.
Okay. Only if you'll let me help.
Real American style.
- It's a deal. - See you tonight.
Yeah.
Hope you like garlic!
Well, Angel?
What do you think?
Hey, pooch. Where did you come from?
From Peru.
Is that where you met Dr. Cain?
Why do you want to know, Mr...
Lee Chapham.
Arkham Police.
Lieutenant.
I'd like to talk to you about him.
Did you ever hear of the "Miskatonic Massacre"? No, I haven't.
It happened here at the hospital.
Eight months ago the department got a call about a homicide
at the Miskatonic University hospital.
The whole place was in a panic. It was down in the morgue.
There was blood all over the walls.
You ever been around dead bodies?
Then you know that stench of decaying flesh.
Out of the darkness we were attacked by a naked maniac.
He jumped right on my partner and bit his arm.
Nothing could make him come loose.
Tore the muscle right off the bone
before we pumped enough lead in him to make him stop.
The dean of the medical school was down there.
In pieces.
Also a prominent physician, Dr. Carl Hill.
We found only his head.
The rest of his body was just part of the muck.
Funny thing though:
His head, when I found it, was still...
twitching.
Twitching?
The doctors had a lot of highfalutin explanations.
Postmortem involuntary spasm...
I don't know.
But I've seen my share of the dead.
And I never saw a twitching like that before.
They blamed it all on these ones in here.
The funny thing is:
There's a death certificate at the hospital for each one of these.
A death certificate?
I mean to say these three didn't get to the morgue on their own two feet.
The hospital made a mistake?
The hospital might have made a mistake about those two.
Not...
But not this one.
I know about this one.
She was my wife.
I'm sorry.
Elizabeth, stop!
Get off me!
Are you okay? Yes, I'm all right. Thanks.
That's enough.
She's never done anything like that before.
Just...
What does all this have to do with Daniel?
Dr. Cain and Dr. West were the only normal survivors of that night.
Daniel's girlfriend was Meg Halsey, the dean's daughter.
And Daniel was found with her dead body in his arms.
Her dead body.
Twitching.
Like that blasted head.
Not too much, we don't want premature reanimation.
Thank you, I've never done this before.
Yes.
Good.
The circulation is going to work.
God damn it, Herbert!
What are we doing here anyway?
Why don't we just publish our findings? We could get grant money.
Because they would never understand our methods.
Besides that, they would steal the work.
It's never gonna work.
She's gonna be uncontrollably spastic.
Unless we reanimate all the limbs at the same time, they'll separate.
That's why we inject directly into the heart.
The circulatory system should distribute the reagent
to all the various limbs and effect reanimation concurrently.
We've never done that before. I know that.
No, I don't want to gamble with Meg's heart.
Oh God...
Ciao, dottore. Come va? Francesca...
Sorry about the place. I didn't have any time to...
Did I come too early? No! No, no, no, no.
God, you look great.
Open this up, will you? It's a Chianti, 1987.
So, where is the kitchen? It's right over here.
Did you have any trouble finding it? Oh, no. The cemetery made it real easy.
This is my special sauce.
Here.
What do you think? You like it? I love it.
So do I.
Come on.
You're so beautiful.
Your skin's so soft.
So warm.
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
The body you took from the crematorium.
Get out of here. Right now.
What's down here?
That's none of your business.
You are making a big mistake.
Do you believe...
that dead is dead,
Dr. West?
I don't know what you're talking about. I am talking about my wife!
No! You can't go in there.
- Move. - No.
Move!
You...
butcher!
How dare you judge my work?
"Work"?
Was my wife your "work"?
Don't lay your guilt on me, Lieutenant! What?
Your wife died of multiple contusions to the head.
- From a blunt instrument. - No.
Multiple blows to the head! She fell!
She fell, did she?
That was not my fault!
What happened?
He attacked me.
No, Dan! Dan! I can't help it if his heart gave out!
God, Herbert, he's a cop!
You...
What are we gonna do with him?
Well...
We could get him back out on the street.
Walking.
You don't wanna gamble with Meg's heart.
This is our opportunity for a test. Do you wanna waste it?
How much do you think he weighs? 230, 240?
So little tissue damage.
Oh, Dan?
Just in case.
Daniel?
It's working.
Get away from me with that cloth!
No! Dan!
He's a wife-beater, Dan! Use the gun!
Dan?
Herbert?
Lieutenant Chapham!
What are you doing here?
Herbert!
No! Stop!
Stop!
Get away from me!
Get out!
Get away...
What happened?
Is he gone?
What is going on here?
What did you do to him to make him that way?
She's hysterical.
What did you do to him? Why?
What are you doing down here?
Your welcome does not extend to this part of the house.
Angel?
Sweetie.
Get out of my way!
You should never have brought her here. Get that thing out of here!
Francesca, wait! Let me explain.
Is this what you did to Meg?
You're a freak!
God, I hate you!
You're better off without her.
Dan.
Now listen to me.
All we need is just one last piece.
Dan?
Gloria?
Hi.
How are you feeling today?
You see,
it helps me to think of you as Meg.
Meg who lived.
Nurse!
Paddles!
I didn't even notice. God, what's wrong with me?
Let me through!
Give me that!
Clear!
Push the lidocaine!
Clear!
Forget it, Dan.
Let's go in.
She's never gonna survive this. She's already dead, Dan.
No, you're off mid-line.
Damn it!
I'm getting nothing.
I'm sorry.
Come on!
- Anything? - Still flat.
I'm calling it.
No!
Not again.
Go home.
Yes.
Come to room 613. Right away.
Damn you, West!
Wilbur!
- Get me out of here! - No.
West took my body,
but he cannot take my mind.
Take me to him!
No.
Just don't talk.
Don't say anything.
Don't make me get someone else.
What do you think you're doing?
Stop!
Do as I say, you nincompoop!
Come on, come on.
You're going away now.
Now, now...
Yo, Dr. West.
Let's get this.
No, no. You get the feet.
I'll get the head.
Was she goog-looking, Doc?
You take this to the crematorium.
The crematorium? You mean pathology.
I mean crematorium.
Well, excuse me!
Excuse me, have you seen Dr. Cain?
He left.
For the day, I think.
Is there something wrong?
He's very upset.
He lost a patient.
I've never known a doctor that cared so much.
Yeah.
Now, Dan, I'm going to need your help with this.
Understand?
This is for you, too.
Gloria! No...
Dan, don't quit on me now, please.
It's going to take the two of us to fuse the brain to the spinal cord.
- No! - Dan, look!
Look what we've done.
Meg's heart is going to beat again.
Others dare not dream what we are about to do.
Dan.
The feet...
of a young ballet dancer...
who ended her life when she lost her ambition.
These legs...
walked the streets.
You remember the hooker who was killed in the E.R. by her pimp last week?
Think of all the bodies these legs have wrapped around.
What was the value of her life?
To end up being picked apart by the likes of Dr. Graves
and his bumbling students?
And here,
the womb of the virgin.
Struck down before tasting the pleasures of life.
Remember?
Her skin.
So soft.
So warm.
But so cold in death.
The arms of a waitress.
The lawyer's hand.
Case dismissed.
And look at this delicate piece.
What do you think?
A sculptress?
A harpist?
Would you believe...
a murderess?
But they're all equal now.
Nothing but cast-off remnants of a meaningless existence.
Even her.
How beautiful is this face?
Oh, yes.
She...
was special.
Yes.
Just...
dead“.
Tissue.
But in our hands...
it's the clay of life.
Within this chest,
Meg's heart will beat again.
Good.
Let's get to work.
Who's there?
I didn't do anything.
Oh, no.
You disappoint me,
Dr. Graves.
Please.
On the table!
No! ' Yes!
Scalpel.
Left!
Get off me! Let me go! Get off me!
What's the matter? Don't you like me?
No! Let me go!
No!
Cain, West.
They did this to me! Let the fuck go!
And they'll pay!
Please, let me out!
Let me out, please!
Please let me out! Please!
- Oh my God! - Get security!
Well...
If it had always been as fresh as the head, but...
I think we're ready, Dan.
Good.
Sounds like rats in the wall.
Rats?
Yes.
That's what it is.
The little buggers better stay put or I'll...
We start with the heart.
And God created woman.
Let me.
Time?
Time? 15 seconds.
45 seconds.
Three minutes, 15 seconds.
It's going to take time.
Damn it!
Not now.
Breathe.
Yes.
Breathe.
Stay with me.
Yes.
You're alive.
Alive...
Herbert!
I made you.
Daniel!
She's alive.
They're coming!
NOW!
Dan! Get her out of here!
Freeze! Police!
What?
Francesca, go!
Dan, help me!
No! This!
Get this!
Yes.
Who is she?
It's Meg.
Meg is dead.
Dan!
My God, they're using tools!
What have you done in here?
We created a life.
- You made her? - Yes.
Dead pieces of this. With my hands I created
what no man's mind or woman's womb could ever hope to achieve.
This is blasphemy!
Blasphemy? Before what God?
A God repulsed by the miserable humanity he created in his own image?
I will not be shackled by the failures of your God.
The only blasphemy is to wallow in insignificance.
I have taken refuse of your God's failures
and I have triumphed.
There!
There is my creation!
He made me.
Open up! Open!
Dan?
We've got to fight them off.
Leave him alone!
Listen to me!
Your girlfriend doesn't stand a chance.
Our girl is superior.
Help!
Leave her alone, you monster!
Forget it, Dan. She's just an assembly of dead tissue.
You made me.
I made you!
Don't! Dan, wait!
Don't you want me?
I don't want your body!
Then what do you want?
Is this what you want?
You're not...
Meg.
Meg's dead.
No!
Out of the way!
You're next, you little squirt!
Make a note of it, Dan!
"Tissue rejection!"
My wife understands, really.
Francesca!
West!
You stupid biped!
No.
Get back!
How dare you!
You're under arrest!
Get off! Get off of me!
No!
Oh my God, Dan.
Are we having fun, yet?
Get off of me, you rejects!
It's over, West!