Now this is something quite spectacular.
It's from Brazil.
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. Ñome 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!
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...
Íey, 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
Ànd 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 Ñhinatown.
Where in Ñhinatown?
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
Íow 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.
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?
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?
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.