Dead Heat (1988) - full transcript

Now this is something
quite spectacular.

It's from Brazil.

Come on.

Come on.

Isn't it an absolutely exquisite piece?

Yeah, but I was
looking for something

a bit more suspenseful.

All right!
Nobody move!

Purse on the counter, lady. ?ome on!
You wanna be dead?

Here's the chance of a lifetime!
On the floor, grandma!

You!



Hug the rug!

Ah, you cheap, old bitch!

Quit dicking around, Smitty!

Come on!

You idiot!

What are you doing?!

Just lookin.

You asshole!

Shut your mouth
and fill the bag.

Doug.

What?

I thought that we were
going plain clothes today.

Why didn't you tell me
we were going undercover?

You didn't ask.



Why, what's the matter, Rodge?

I look like an FBI Agent on
the Rose bowl float.

You look great, man, relax.

Five adam 38.

Doug.

Five adam 38.

Doug.
Dispatcher-

Five adam 38, please respond.

Five adam 38-what?

Two eleven in progress
at Melrose place,

proceed immediately.

You didn't say, "may I."

Whoa!

All right,
here comes dirty harry!

Hate to lose them this time.

Roger, Roger, well, you can't
get em if you're dead, man!

Good morning, Detective.
Got a bit of a situation here.

That being?

Two eleven-perps in
the jewelry store

with automatic weapons.

We're gonna to take 'em
when they exit the premises.

Couldn't of said it better myself, lieutenant.

Come on!

Think it's our cash
and dash boys?

I wouldn't know.

Who else would pull
a clown-assed stunt, Roger?

How much you figure is here?

Too much-leave it.

Freeze! Drop your weapons!

Hey, Roger, little too early in
the morning for this, isn't it?

Why aren't these guys dead?

We've hit 'em
about 50 times each.

Maybe they're just
flesh wounds.

Will you cover me, please.

Can I borrow your car,
lieutenant?

Absolutely not!

Come on! Come on!

Shit!

Uh-oh.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain
disgusting-

Are you sure that's necessary?

You can't be too careful.

Mortis!

That was the stupidist, most
dumb-fucked stunt I ever saw.

Please, don't thank me,
lieutenant.

I get my thanks
from helping others.

You better believe the captain's
gonna hear about this.

Gee, you think he'll want
a word with us?

Unauthorized use
of a city vehicle.

Reckless endangerment
of property and lives.

Use of a non-regulation firearm...

That was me, not Bigelow, sir.

Disrespectful conduct, flippant
and tasteless verbal remarks-

That was me.

And 18 parking tickets so
far this month.

Need I point that you guys are already on
probation, twice!

And that this morning's cowboy
adventure puts both of you

on the endangered spiecies list
and that your badges

go into the shitter if you screw
up just one more time!

Captain, this man deserves a
medal and I think I deserve one

for saving his life.

Look, I couldn't help noticing

that in spite of Herzog's whining,

you guys did the job he didn't, so I'm
prepared to cut a little slack.

Thank you, sir.

But, it would be nice if you
could earn it

by nailing the rest of these
"cash and dash" fuckers

to the wall
with a 12" railroad spike!

Well, we're working
on that, sir.

Work harder!

Fine, man - captain Mayberry-

make a really good gym teacher.

Just be glad we're
still employed.

Call me thursday.

I love this job, Roger.

I love the power,
I love the little badges-

I love being a human target for
anyone within sniping range

of a donut shop.

It does have its perks.

So what did you learn from this
little adventure, Dorothy?

Well, so far we've had six robberies: three banks,

two jewlery stores,
and a goldsmith shop.

All in the past three weeks

and all in the same
nine-block radius.

Beverly Hills jewelery store robbery

ended in bloodshed today.

Part of what police are calling
the most violent string

of robberies in city history.

Six incidents in the last
two weeks have been linked

to the so called
"cash and dash" gang

which has, thus far,
eluded capture

although two of its alleged
members were killed-

in today's battle with police.

Hey, Roger, how many do you
think are in the gang?

It's hard to say.

Descriptions are
always different

so there's gotta be
a bunch of 'em.

Maybe they take turns.

Are you sure
it's the same folks?

The MOs are the same.

Perpetrators are heavily armed
and work in pairs,

often striking in broad daylight
with reckless disregard

for their personal safety.

Yeah, if you shoot 'em,
they don't die.

Some drugs do that.

PCP. Users can shrug off all sorts of physical trama.

Yeah, but bullets, Rodge?

It's possible.

Nah, it's bullshit man.

Mortis.

It's Smythers,
I've got something for you.

Get down to the morgue
as fast as you can.

Do you ever wonder
about your death day, Roger?

Let's say your death day was,
I don't know, april 23rd

and somehow you knew that.

You could have
a death day party.

You have passed weird, Bigelow.

You are approaching degenerate.

You can get totally ripped, man.

Pig out-invite all your
friends.

Get yourself a beautiful lady,

right-right in the heat of passion, just as you-

Sorry, did I interrupt last night's conquest?

Hardly.

Hi, Roger.

Hello, Rebecca.

So how've you been?

I have a home phone, Roger.

Using the mutilated remains
of street scum as an excuse

to ask after my health
is not exactly

what I would call-thoughtful.

And you call me degenerate.

So what's the story
on these John Doe's?

What's so unbelievable?

I'll show you.

Hey nice shot, Rodge.

Thanks, is there
enough here to identify?

I wondered that myself.

The teeth and fingerprints
are practically worthless

but I noticed one thing.

What?

Stitches-you can see
where the cut was made-

traversing the sternum and
incised with an electric saw.

They had surgery?

Nope.

They had autopsies.

They've been here
before, fellas.

I certified them myself.
I even took pictures.

Well, we all make mistakes,
Dr. Smythers.

Dr. McNab,
I am not in the habit

of signing a death certificate
for someone

who just doesn't feel well.

Why, I would hope not,
but the fact remains

that I think you screwed up if
these two boys got up

after you were done
and strolled out of here.

I never forget a body, doctor.

Well, in five years
she'll be damned good,

but right now she's too quick
to jump to fanciful conclusions

without really digging for
the truth and that, gentlemen,

is what autopsies are all about.

Asshole.

I beg your pardon?

It's fascinating.

Yes, isn't it?

You've got to admit
it is very strange.

Strange, yes...

Excuse me.

Hey, doctor, what is
the for anyway?

You wouldn't wanna know.

Knock, knock.

Come to read me my rights?

Was that one sugar, or two?

Two, but I gave it up.

I thought
we gave those up, too.

Yeah, well, I kicked one bad
habit and picked up another.

Whoa-hey.

I came in here to give you
some moral support.

Don't you believe
in fish that swim?

No, they're just as pretty
and I don't have to feed them.

What about those corpses-
- do you believe me?

There's definitely something very weird going on here.

I'll say.

Look, is there anything else
that you find strange

about these guys?

You mean besides that fact
that they won't stay dead

yeah.

Yes, I did turn up something
unusual in their skin tissue.

Like what?

Trace quantities of
sulfathiazole.

A drug once used in bacterial
infections-

pretty obscure stuff.

Dante Pharmaceuticals.

Recent purchaser
of 50 kilos of sulfathiazole.

You do the talking, Roger.

I'm not sure how to phrase this

Well, let's just tell
the truth.

We're looking for someone
who hijacks dead bodies

and brings them back to life
to rob jewelry stores.

Good afternoon-police
Detectives Mortis and Bigelow.

Good afternoon.

Police Detective Mortis
and Bigelow.

Sorry to interrupt
your erection, pal,

but we'd like to speak with
the management of this facility.

Ms. James to the front, please.

Thank you.

There.

What can I do for you?

I'm Detective Mortis and this is Detective Bigelow, LAPD

Do you manage this facility?

I'm in charge of public
relations. Randi James.

How do you do?

What's this
all about, officer?

Well, we're not at liberty to
disclose the details, ms. James

but we are interested in a
recent purchase you've made

of a drug called
"sulfathiazole."

And, if you know any zombies.

Beg your pardon?

What's the drug
typically used for?

Quite a number of things-
- let me show you

our basic product line.

Most of our products are over
the counter items-

not terribly interesting
to the layman-

cosmetics, personal hygiene,
toiletries, and so on-

items everyone uses, but nobody
like to talk about.

Tampons, hemorrhoid cream,
stuff for crabs-

among others.

Hello.

Hi.

I'm going do some
research, Roger.

Right this way, gentlemen.

All of our products
are thoroughly tested

before released
to the general public.

Great, the dog gets skin cancer
so we don't have too.

You were telling us about
sulfathiazole.

Uh, yes-nothing really special about it.

It was widely used up until
the '40s when it was replaced

by other compounds.

Well, we still use it as an
antiseptic agent

in an herbal skin ointment.

I hope I don't offend you, but you ever see

any of these guys before?

Never. No-I can't say
I regret it, either.

Hey, what's that?

Sad but neccesary.

When we have to kill an animal,
it goes in here.

The room is airtight.

A piston evacuates the air
in a period of a few seconds.

The animal perishes
quickly and quietly.

Didn't I see one of these
at disneyland?

Well, that's just about it,
gentlemen.

I don't know if I've been any
help to you.

Hey, what's in here?

Uh, toxic waste products-
- properly disposed of,

I assure you.

Well, I think that's all
we need to see.

Uh, you know, ms. James, I gotta
take a leak so bad

my teeth are floating.

Is there a little boys' room around here?

I just gotta, pee pee.

Down the hall.

Just give me a second.

No admittance, my ass.

What the hell is this?

Well, thanks
for all your help, Ms. James.

Not at all.

Listen, um, about my partner-
he's-

A neanderthal?

Yes, but a nice neanderthal.

It's alright-
the world's full of them.

No!

Excuse me!

What is this thing?

Very ugly.

Doug! Doug!

Help!

Doug!

Doug!

Doug!

Roger!

Yes, sir.

What's going on here, Doug,
I heard on the radio

there was a shooting.

Doug, where's Roger?

He, uh, got locked
in the decompression room.

Died the way
dogs are supposed to die.

If I'd just got that
fucking door open.

I have to see him, Doug.

God, Roger, you thought
you were indestructible.

What exactly happened here,
Doug?

Forget it, Becky, you wouldn't
believe me.

Try me.

They must use the sulfathiazole
as some sort

of preservative
until they get them on here.

Becky, can we just get the hell
out of here, please?

This is how they do it, Doug.

This is how they resurrect
the dead!

Get outta here.

Looks like he's in
remarkably good condition.

He's dead, Becky.

It doesn't matter, Doug.

Someone has found a way to
revitalize dead tissue,

the way a starfish
grows new limbs.

After all, what really
separates life from death?

But the soul, Becky,
what about the soul?

Looks like they may have found
a way around that, too, Doug.

What if he wakes up like
some mindless idiot?

Then I hope
you'll shoot him in the head.

Thanks a lot.

Hi, guys.

You're alive.

Of course I'm alive.

Wow, I must've taken
a hell of a shot there.

Hey, uh, Roger-Roger,
how you feeling?

I feel...

?ey, what is this place?

What are you
doing here, Rebecca?

Roger, we'll explain that to yo
u later, but please,

just tell us how you feel.

Well, come to think of it,
I feel terrific.

I feel incredible.

Hoo hoo, it's great to be alive!

Mortis!

I thought you were dead!

Oh, ah, sorry
to disappoint you, doctor.

What's the last thing
you remember?

Well, we were uh...

we were at the research place
and, uh, we were looking around.

Then Doug was fighting
this thing.

I got locked in that room and
I guess I must've blacked out.

It was like I was rushing toward
this weird light or something.

Then I looked down and I saw
myself-my body-

just lying there.

But when I reached out to touch
it-it was-

like I got hit
with 10,000 volts.

Well, it's uncommon,
but it's happened before-

clinically dead people reviving
at the last possible moment.

Roger was dead for an hour.

What?!

Don't you see?
We literally brought him back-

Oh my god.

What is it?

I'm not getting a heartbeat

oh, don't be ridiculous.

May I borrow those please?

Well, obviously there's
something wrong with this thing.

Give me that damn thing-
- something wrong with it-

you're faking it.

He's faking it.

I don't know what's going here
, but I want Mortis

back in the labs for some tests.

He doesn't need tests-he's-
- he's dead.

Dead?!

That's ridiculous!

Becky, we've both seen this guy
shit-faced,

he's looked
a hell of a lot worse.

Listen, this is crazy, I never
felt better in my life!

Without a heartbeat
that's hard to believe.

Dr. Smythers, I have two corpses
in the next room

that I doubt are going
to make a come back.

Now you know where I am after
you finish with this nonsense.

My god you're cold!

Ow!

What the hell is this?

I cut the artery,
how come I'm not bleeding

Now wait a minute.

I'm no deader than you are!

Roger, this is
the resurrection machine.

I still don't believe it.

I'm sorry, Doug, I just
don't believe it.

Minute by minute, Roger,

that's the only way
to take this.

It's the only way
to live anyhow.

Easy for you to say.

Roger, you haven't heard
the worst of it.

I'm dead, Rebecca,
how much worse can it get?

I've been scanning
the lab report.

The resurrection process has
an unfortunate side effect.

Which is what?

Progressive decay of re-animated tissue

irreversible cell damage.

You've got 10 to 12 hours, tops

?nd then what?

All of the cells of your body will dissolve

Into a-kind of-organic stew.

Becky, can't you just pop him
back him back in for a recharge?

This thing isn't a toaster oven, Doug.

Come back to the lab,
maybe we can do something.

The most important thing for me
to do right now

is to nail whoever
did this to me.

You understand that, don't you?

I'll personally rip his heart
out with my bare hands, Roger.

Hold the heart
in the palm of my hand

and we'll watch it
stop beating together.

That's good, Doug,
but let's find him first.

Where do we start?

Let's find Randi James.

Roger.

We'll meet you at the lab.

Ten to twelve hours-
don't throw it away!

You know, the weird thing is,
I feel fine.

I feel like I could run
in the boston marathon.

No you couldn't, Roger.

It's not open to dead people.

You think they check?

Oh, they're very strict now

Oh shit.

What's the matter?

Find me a drug store.
I got to fix my face.

So what color did you get?

Uh, mulberry wine.

It's a good choice.
Brings out your eyes.

Go to hell.

Missed a spot.

Where?

Right there.

Don't touch it,
I almost got it straight here.

I love it when you get angry.

How do women do this?

I don't know.
Tribal memory, I guess.

Looks guilty to me.
You left without saying goodbye.

Let go of me.

Going on a trip?

Is it any of your business?

What happened to you?

Cut myself shaving.
Mind if we ask you

a whole lot of questions?

Look, I don't know anything

about what happened
in there today.

I-I got scared
and I left, okay?

Let's talk about it inside.

Hey, nice pad.

Now, would you mind telling us
what this is all about?

I told you-I'm their
public relations person.

At least I was
until you two showed up.

How about if I work her over a bit?

Oh, I get it.

You're the tough cop and your
partner here, he's the nice cop

because he's not too scary with lipstick on.

Miss James, I got locked in that
room where they killed

the animals and some nutcase
decompressed me,

so I am not in a very good mood.

Now, all I want is to find him.

I'm truly sorry,
but I can't help you.

I don't know anything.

Hey, get out of there.

Oh, looks like
the lady's going somewhere.

Extra panties, dead give away.

Where were you headed,
miss James?

Away from here.

Hey, what's this?

That's personal.

Must be a tape machine
around here somewhere.

Here we go.

We have something
on the monitor, captain.

Princess, this may be
the last time that I ever talk to you,

and I want you
to know certain things

that I was unable to say
until now.

Get down!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Remember the good old days
when guns killed people?

You're just jealous,
that's all.

Go for the door.

Now.

Where's this go?

Out back to the patio.

Shit.

That's really disgusting.

What the hell is going on?

Kind of looks like somebody
wants you dead.

Just about managed it, too.

But why? I didn't
do anything.

Maybe it's what you know.

I don't know a goddamn thing.
I-I play tour guide,

and I write press releases.

Roger, you were underwater
in that jacuzzi

for five straight minutes.

That's right, I was.

Can you teach my girlfriend
how to do that?

Damn. They're dead.
They always die on me.

I'd say there were
extenuating circumstances.

No, you don't understand.
The blue damsels

were my favorite.
My favorites always die.

Princess, I hope
you understand what

I am trying to tell you...

Hey, I recognize that guy.

... further questions,
just contact my lawyer.

And always remember how-
- how very special you are.

That's Arthur Loudermilk.
Didn't he just die?

Two weeks ago.
He's my father.

Hey, why aren't you dead
or even hurt?

Kind of a long story.

They can't kill me.

I'm dead already.

I'm a walking corpse,
just like those killers.

Oh, this is nonsense.
I can't deal with this.

Well, you're going to hav
e to deal with it.

Look, miss James,
we need your help,

and I think that you
need ours, too.

Please.

All right.

Dante Pharmaceuticals was
my father's private think tank.

Anything that interested him,
from mosquitoes to microchips,

they researched it for him.

So he bankrolled
the resurrection project.

No. He wouldn't-

Use human leftovers to rob jewelry stores?

Go ahead.

Well, last week I did deliver
some sulfathiazole to a guy

named Thule in ?hinatown.

Where in ?hinatown?

Would you like me
to write it down?

You don't have to.
You're coming with us.

Oh, forget it.
I know my rights.

Are you sure?
Let me remind you just in case.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can be used against you.

What are you doing?

Right now you are
our primary suspect.

Now, would you rather come with
us or cool your heels in jail?

All right.

Roger, maybe you ought to get
yourself a change of clothes.

Being dead isn't something you should advertise.

I might have something
in my closet.

Something for that unexpected
overnight guest, miss James?

From an ex-boyfriend,
mr. Bigelow, a very ex.

You okay in there, Roger?

Great.

Fabulous.

Not a word.

How many tickets is that
this month, so far I mean?

What the hell do you care?

Good point.

Roger, there's a place here
that's got great egg rolls-

Doug...

Egg-foo-young

Doug, let's talk to this
guy first and eat later, okay?

I'm dying for some chop suey.

This is great.
I am starving.

Good afternoon.

Police Detectives Mortis
and Bigelow.

We'd like to speak to mr. Thule, please.

Good afternoon.

Police Detectives Mortis
and Bigelow.

We'd like to speak
with mr. Thule, please.

Yeah.

Listen, Mongo, we're cops
and if Thule's not out here in 10 seconds,

we're going to kick some honorable ass.

Ah, miss James,
always a pleasure.

Mr. Thule, something terrible
has happened.

Yes, I know.

Are these your friends,
the police Detectives?

You got it right the first time,
pops.

We're looking for the man
who takes deliveries

from Dante Pharmaceuticals.

You have found him.

How may I help you?

What did Dante send you?

Nothing of any importance.

Maybe more important
than you think.

Your friend takes one more step,
he'll find himself dead.

Life and death
are both expressions

of the same eternal spirit.

You ought to write fortune
cookies, pal.

Let me illustrate.

I don't know what it is,
but suddenly I've lost my appetite.

That's it. From now on,
I'm a vegetarian.

All right, this
little piggy's going to market.

That's gross.

You're kidding.
Just one shot?

We're not all zombies, Doug

?ow do you fight this thing?

Maybe we could drown it in A1 sauce.

Oh, no.

Okay, now I'm gonna puke.

Thule's gone.

Guy makes one hell of a
diversion, doesn't he?

Hey, you're hurt.

Lady, I'm fucking dead.

Well, that doesn't give you
the right to be rude.

You know, you can never find
anything good until you really

trash a place.

Stumbling over any clues,
Detectives?

Zombie duck heads.
What a concept.

This could replace
the whoopee cushion.

Imagine what you could do with a
search warrant?

Hey, Doug. Doug.

Take a look at this.

Dates and initials.
What do you think it means?

I don't know,
but that last one, "APL,"

Arthur P. Loudermilk.

My father?

Oh, God, you're right.
He died on June 12th.

This is a list
of death dates.

These folks are all
recently deceased.

Who do you think they were?

One way to find out.

You're quite the seamstress.

Just hope it doesn't
get infected.

Yeah, well,
I'll take my chances.

After you.

Thank you.

So this is what
a library looks like.

You know, I've never seen one
of these things from the inside.

Okay, these should cover
the dates in question.

I got dibs on March.

It's amazing the people who have
died in the last three months,

people I never even heard of.

Here's one,
"George Nelson Canfield,

"the Denim king and inventor
of sweat-to-fit blue jeans

died February 12th."

Crap.

What is it?

The Lakers won yesterday,
but they didn't make

the point spread. I had 10 bucks
riding on that game.

"Oliver Lang, microchip wizard,

March 4th."

Here's another.

"Howard Davidson, commodities broker, April 3rd."

You see any pattern?

They all sound
like a bunch of wussies to me.

Yes, and they all had
a nice hunk of disposable cash

when they kicked off.

So rich dead people.
What does it mean?

I'm not sure,
but it looks like your father

was one of the victims.

That's crazy.

Well, this is not
what you'd call a routine case.

I guess they can have their obituaries back.

Hey, Rodge, what's up, man?

You look all freaked out
all of a sudden.

These obituaries,
they're writing new ones

all the time.

They're writing mine.

Hey, now,
take it easy.

Roger Mortis,
beloved husband to nobody,

father of none,
who always thought he'd go out

in a blaze of glory.

Roger.

I got to get out of here.

Roger.

Roger.

Hey, Roger.

Damn.

Hey, Rodge,
that was quite a chase.

Not bad for a guy
in your condition.

I guess being dead
agrees with you.

Come on, Rodge,
we don't got time for this.

I can't do it.

I can't live a lifetime
in six hours.

Nobody's got all the time
they need, Roger, nobody.

You remember
when we were in training?

They always told us you can't be a
good cop if you're a dead cop

Here's your chance
to prove them wrong.

You're good and you're dead.

I'm good and I'm dead.

Come on, Rodge.

Let's go find those suckers

and trash their ass, man.

Come on, Rodge.

It's "asses."

It's plural.

It's plural?

You know what I heard once?

What's that?

I heard that the population of
the world is so big now

that half of all the people
who ever lived

are still alive today.

Come on.

It's true.

If you took all the people
who have died since

the beginning of history
and all the people

who are alive right now,
it'd be about the same number.

So if anybody ever asked you
when you're going to die,

you can just say, well,
I don't know.

So far it's only happened
to half of us.

Not only that,
if you multiply the population

of Rhode Island by the square
root of my ex-wife's weight-

well, you two sure know
how to show a girl a good time.

Don't mention it.

Roger, I think I may have
some good news.

Rebecca Smythers,
Randi James.

Hello.

Well, you work here.

Yes, actually I do.

Rebecca's an expert in all sorts
of forensic pathology.

My, what a
unique accomplishment.

Chillier than usual
in here today.

Wherever did you find
the time to make

such a nice, new friend?

Randi was head of PR for Dante Pharmaceuticals.

I see.

So what's the big news,
Becky?

Sit up on the table.

Some shirt.

Unbutton it.

Roger, you've been shot.

Oh, yeah, I meant
to tell you about that.

It's amazing you lived
as long as you did.

So how you feeling?

Great.

Picture of health.

Subject Mortis, comma, Roger;
post-mortem follow-up July 6,

approximate time 1845.

Do you have to talk
into that thing?

This is not an autopsy.

Hey, Rodge, you are dead.

This is a morgue.

She is a coroner.

Thanks.

Eighty-seven point two
degrees fahrenheit.

Since you died, you've been
steadily cooling off.

So what's the verdict?

How long have I got not to live?

Well, decomposition
is progressing more rapidly

than I'd hoped.

It's even starting to show in
your face.

I'd say maybe three
or four hours.

Then what the hell
am I doing here?

Roger, I think
I can buy you a chance.

I found something
in Dante's files

about a special process

they've been testing

to extend the resurrection
period beyond 12 hours.

Can you guarantee that?

No.

Then I can't take that chance.

Rebecca, it's my job.

Your job?

Christ, haven't you
learned anything?

You spent ten years
out on the street

risking your neck and now you're
dead and it's still not enough.

Well, I guess I'm just
a glutton for punishment.

So you two, what's next?

I want to take a look
at Loudermilk's grave.

Why don't you pay a call
on Loudermilk's lawyer?

We'll hit the cemetery
and meet you back at Randi's.

If you don't mind,

I think I'll skip the trip
to my father's resting place.

Oh, I mind very much.

I want you where I can see you.

Miss James?

That chick digs me.

I could tell.

I'm not giving up hope,
Roger.

You go ahead, man.

I'll catch up with you later at Randi's.

Okay.

Hey, nice wheels.

There must be a lot of money
in carving up dead people.

A little early for your post-mortem,
aren't you, Detective?

Just stopped by to reserve
a body bag.

Oh, that's a good-

I love that guy.

I can tell.

Just over there
on the right, Roger.

Maybe I should
pick one out.

I wonder if they
take mastercard?

Nice place to spend
the rest of your life,

swaying palms and the smell
of jasmine, quiet neighbors.

Very funny, Roger.

Roger, what is it?

Shooting star.

So now what?
I haven't got a key.

Allow me.

Isn't that illegal?

Yeah.

Looks like
he's resting comfortably.

What's your real relationship
with Loudermilk, Randi?

What do you mean?

Outside it says
"Arthur P. Loudermilk,

beloved husband to Loretta."

It doesn't mention
any darling daughter.

All right.

I met him in the hospital.

I was there for drug rehab,
and he took me under his wing.

The daughter he never had?

Yeah.

Yeah, and he got me
that great house and set me up

with a job at Dante and-

and I bet he never even knew
what kind of snake hole

he was dropping me in.

So this whole zombie thing came
as a complete surprise to you?

I swear.

You believe me, don't you?

Looks like he left something for us.

Doug ought to be back by now.

You knew how desperately his
brother tried to reach me, yet-

home sweet home.

Doug must have left
the tv on.

I found George Reynolds, Mrs. Phillips.
He's been dead for five months.

Then he didn't steal the bill of sale.

No, he didn't,
but you could have stolen it.

I'll see if he's
in the kitchen.

How dare you!

You knew who I was
when I came here today,

but you were surprised
to see me alive,

weren't you?

But I'm not alive,
Mrs. Phillips.

Sure, I can stand here
and talk to you.

I can breathe and I can move,
but I'm not alive.

Because I did take that poison
and nothing can save me.

What are you going to do?

If I kill you now, I have
nothing to lose.

No.
No, you've got to listen to me.

You've got to give me a chance.

But I didn't have a chance.

Oh, God.

Roger?

It's Doug.

Let's get him down.

Randi?

Randi?

I'm sorry, Roger.

I didn't want to tell you

I didn't think you'd understand.

What are you talking about?

I lied about the drugs.

I was in the hospital because
I was dying, too.

I was dead.

What do you mean?

They brought me back,
Roger, just like you.

Only they said I'd have
a normal life span

as long as I helped them.

Helped who?

They lied to me.

Who, Randi?

Sorry, Roger.

I'm sorry, Roger.

Please forgive me.

Hello, this is Rebecca.

Rebecca, listen-

I'm not here to take your call
but leave me a message,

and I'll get back to you
later on.

Rebecca, Doug's dead.

Randi's dead.

I wish, well, I wish-

Wait a minute.

Numbers to letters,
numbers to letters.

B-o-d-y, body.

Damn, that's it!

Roger, what are you doing here?

What do you think, McNab?

Well, you have to be
more specific than that.

Okay, you want specific,
here it comes.

You killed me
and you killed Doug

and maybe you didn't kill Randi,
but you should have had

the decency to let her
stay dead.

What on earth are
you talking about?

Revenge, McNab,
and you're on the receiving end

unless you come up
with some real fast answers.

But-but this doesn't make any sense,
I was helping you!

I don't think so.

Loudermilk's think-tank built
a machine for resurrecting

people and you've been
trying it out, haven't you?

That's absurd.

Oh, of course, Roger,
you're losing your mind.

Your brain is deteriorating.

When you buried him alive,
Loudermilk wanted to point

the finger at you, but he was
afraid to write "it's McNab,"

in case you came back
and erased it.

So he tried something
just a little bit subtler.

It's a coded message usin
the numbers-to-letters scheme

found on any telephone.

Here's what it spells.

"Body doc."

Sounds a bit like you,
doesn't it?

Well that's what happens
when you die, Roger.

Your synapses misfire leading to all sorts

of demented conclusions.

My mind, McNab,
has never been sharper.

Neither has my aim.

Son-of-a-bitch.

And how many others
have you buried alive, McNab?

Canfield, the blue jeans king?

Oliver Lang?

Howard Preston?

You take their money and you
brick them up, is that it?

That's a lie!

Nice watch.

Nice ring, too.

I got a hell of a hunch,
if we wanted to,

we could trace them both back
to those jewelry store hold ups.

Give me that!

When you resurrected
those robbers, you wanted

to test them.

So you sent them out to do what
they do best, rob something.

And when I stumbled on to
all of this, you murdered me.

Circumstantial evidence-
wouldn't hold up in any court.

I'm not waiting
for any courts, McNab.

Roger, Roger,
I can help you.

Like you helped Randi James?

Good evening, doctor.

Well it's about time,
where the hell have you been?

This bastard almost killed me!

Give me my diamond ring.

You see Roger,
every job has its little perks.

It just takes a while
to discover them.

No amount of money's
going to make up

for what happens to you, McNab.

It seems our Detective
is in rather poor condition.

Not as poor
as you'll be, Thule.

Silence him.

Thank you.

How do you wish this man killed?

Roger, I've come
to love you like a son.

You're honest; trust-worthy, dependable,

like a frigging boy scout.

Ironic isn't it, Roger?

You're going to spend
your last moments on earth

inches from freedom, right here
in front of the county morgue.

For this very reason, doctor,
we should waste no time.

Yes, yes, yes.

Put him in the van;
lock him to the side rail.

I hope you don't mind
sharing the bed space.

Yes, I know it's a nuisance,
but then Smythers was

always a nuisance.

I'll send you to hell, McNab!

You can't keep me here!

This van is lined
in stainless steel,

soundproof in case you're
thinking of calling for help.

And its custom made, the perfect
place to disintegrate,

which I figure will happen
in precisely forty-five minutes

Let's go, doctor.

We're expected back at the lab.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, get the
door, get the door.

Happy trails, Roger.

Well Rebecca, I always thought
we'd end up together,

but never like this.

Rebecca, you and I

are going for a ride.

Oh wow, this is going
to be great.

Holy-

whoaaaaaa- yeah!

Little bit more line
over here.

That's going over there

Got it.

People, you got
to stay back.

Jesus h. Christ!

Take it easy, mister.

You're not well.

That's far enough.

Detective Mortis,
homicide.

You're a cop?

Surprise.

I need your gun, officer.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
last week, all of us

were shocked and saddened
by the news of the untimely

death of Arthur P. Loudermilk.

I would like to take
this opportunity

to review his many
accomplishments.

But wait; why not let Arthur
tell you himself?

Ladies and gentlemen,
Arthur P. Loudermilk!

Friends and associates,
how nice to see you again.

I saw you buried, Arthur!

Dammit, I saw you buried!

Oh, I'm afraid you have been mislead, Walter.

The man in my grave
is a volunteer,

personally selected
by Dr. McNab.

As you will see,
ladies and gentlemen,

the demonstration
that you are about to witness

makes burial
somewhat unnecessary.

Did you become the world's
largest jet manufacturer

just so that you could leave
your fortune to a wolf pack

of scavenging relatives?

Gertrude Bellman, are you
prepared to become

a memorial plaque
on the cornerstone

of a library building?

We all die, Arthur.

Rest assured, Gertrude,
that you can afford not to.

Harry Latham-

how many of those rich bozo's
you suppose

he's got in there tonight, huh?

Isn't it frustrating
all of that money,

all of that raw power,
just within your grasp,

and then it's all gone, poof!

Suddenly, you're six foot under
and the mob

of money grubbing nobodies are
devouring all that it is yours,

like rodents
after a lump of cheese.

Isn't it sad?

Everybody dies, rich and poor.

Death doesn't discriminate,
at least, not until now.

This is ridiculous.

Well, let's face it.

Poor people are supposed to die,
but the same rule

doesn't apply to us.

We're rich.

God wants us to live forever,
and even if he doesn't,

we can always buy him off.

It'll cost all of you
half of your fortune,

but you have forever
to make it back!

What the fuck?

Think of what I'm offering, sir

life without end.

Your personal savings
compounded daily

for a million glorious years.

What's your gimmick, Arthur

No gimmick.

Eternal life.

Bullshit.

Well, I know that it's absurd,
impossible,

but aside from the proof
of my being here,

I plan for you a very graphic
little demonstration.

This man has been dead
for hours.

Come on, inspect him
for yourself.

Sit down.

Well, now that you
are satisfied with this

poor man's unfortunate
condition,

I would like to treat you to
a little product demonstration.

Dr. McNab, if you would?

Of course.

This model incorporates
all of our most advanced

refinements, the first
to afford eternal life

without any limitations.

That's okay, don't get up

Get him, get him, get him!

I told you not to get up.

What do you want?

Not you, old man.

I want him.

You're dead, McNab.

You're even deader than I am.

Oh, I don't think so.

Doug.

Doug, you're alive.

He can't understand
a word you said, Roger.

He's been brain dead too
long, which means

that he's mindless
and totally obedient.

Kill this guy, would you?

Kill this guy, would you?

Now Doug stop, Doug, it's me.
It's me, Roger.

Kill this guy, would you?

Doug, Doug, don't.

Kill this guy, would you?

Hey Doug,
do you realize that we both

have the same
death day?

Doug, you know what we could do?

We could throw
a death day party.

We could invite all our
friends, get really ripped.

Well, do something!

Kill him, kill him,
you brain dead son-of-a-bitch

Doug!

Remember the lipstick?

Mulberry wine?

Brings out my eyes?

Roger? Roger!

Hiya, Doug.

Welcome to zombie land.

Roger, he said I should-
- he said I should hurt you.

But I'm going to hurt him

Kill that guy would you?

Oh no.

Kill him!

Why can't you kill him?

Shut up, you old fart!

Oh no, you bastards
aren't going to take me.

You cheated me.

God damn you, McNab,
you cheated me!

It's over Rodge,
forget it, man.

Not just yet.

Hi doc.

Want to see what happens when
you resurrect somebody twice?

Not really.

No wait,
save the machine!

It's short circuiting!

We can fix it!

I can make you normal again,
immortal!

I'll give you anything you want.
Money, power, eternal life,

riches beyond your wildest
dreams to save the machine!

No, no, stop! Stop!

Wait, wait,
you don't understand!

You'll live forever, forever!

Man, Roger,
you are a mess.

I've seen meatloaf
that looks better than you.

You're not exactly
a Forest Lawn poster child

yourself, Doug.

Hey, we really trashed
their ass, didn't we?

That's asses, Roger.

Hey Rodge, you think
we'll be reincarnated?

As what?

I don't know.

Maybe you get a choice;
you can be whatever you want?

Oh, you mean like a statesman
or a president

or a prize winning novelist?

Personally, I'd like to come
back as the seat

on a girl's bike.

Now that is truly inspiring.

Thank you.

You know, Doug?

What's that?

This could be the end
of a beautiful friendship.