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What? | Cut his fucking throat. |
Cut his fucking throat. | Whose? |
Whose? | ZIAT... What do I got to lose huh! What do I got to lose. And I'd really enjoy it. |
Max, sit down. You're in no shape to kill anybody. | I want to cut his throat. |
I want to cut his throat. | It's already been cut. |
It's already been cut. | Then I'll cut his balls off. |
'Dem dat hides can finds says I'... I seen him, the clever tit, sneaking looks at it late at night, talking to it. | Yeah? Where? |
Just got some news on Bell. | What? |
What? | Bad. Sent to the City Hospital. They ruptured his hernia again. |
Bad. Sent to the City Hospital. They ruptured his hernia again. | Oh shit. |
What is it with you man, what the hell is it? | Cat, ah! Ayip! |
Cat, ah! Ayip! | You're ayip! |
You're ayip! | Look, you don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you, right? |
Look, you don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you, right? | But you fuck with me. You fuck with me all the time. You make crummy tea. You rip us off on the hash. |
But you fuck with me. You fuck with me all the time. You make crummy tea. You rip us off on the hash. | I make special tea for you, Hiyes, okay? We've to live like brothers. We have to be in here together. |
I make special tea for you, Hiyes, okay? We've to live like brothers. We have to be in here together. | Oh shove it, Ziat for all the money you have, you have nothing! |
Hey, Ziat, hurry up with the tea will ay! | Work, work, work, that's all do |
Work, work, work, that's all do | I don't hear you bitch about the money. |
The blintzes! "Try the blintzes..." | Selling your sould for a fistful of carbohydrates... |
Selling your sould for a fistful of carbohydrates... | Not just any carbohydrates, mind you. It was like being on the receiving end of some kind of transcendent oral sex. We should get a strobe on this thing. Maybe even a siren. |
Not just any carbohydrates, mind you. It was like being on the receiving end of some kind of transcendent oral sex. We should get a strobe on this thing. Maybe even a siren. | Yeah, and a loudspeaker so you can yell "Epidemic! Epidemic! You're all going to die!" |
Peter... | Yeah...? |
Yeah...? | There's some weird shit here. |
There's some weird shit here. | Weird shit...? |
Weird shit...? | Take a look. |
Show that to the station manager. Tell him Leonard's gonna have his bubble-butt he don't have someone down here in ten. | H-how do I get...? |
H-how do I get...? | Way we came. Take the first tunnel to your right... |
You said those cables're still live. Can't we rewire...? | Oh, man, there you go again. |
Oh, man, there you go again. | What? |
What? | Those things bring juice to the new stations. You just can't rewire that shit... |
You feel anything? | Yeah, I feel like ripping your fucking eyes out... |
Yeah, I feel like ripping your fucking eyes out... | Leonard, listen. I need to see if there's any nerve damage before we carry you back. Look, I'm trying to help you here... |
Leonard, listen. I need to see if there's any nerve damage before we carry you back. Look, I'm trying to help you here... | Oh, you helped me here, all right, white boy. You and your goddam memo. You needed to prove your point, uh? |
Oh, you helped me here, all right, white boy. You and your goddam memo. You needed to prove your point, uh? | I'm sorry. But I don't think letting you bleed to death is the best apology. |
A mistake. | "Mistake"? What's that supposed to...? |
"Mistake"? What's that supposed to...? | It doesn't matter, all right? It's dead. |
It doesn't matter, all right? It's dead. | How you know that? Shit, it was runnin' around with its buttside gone and a fucking pipe through its heart... |
My God, what the hell are you...? | Hurry, the woman needs help! |
You better tell me what the hell's going on here! | Hey, hey!! Take it easy!! |
What are you putting that crap on me for? | Scent glands. Insects use 'em to identify themselves to each other. |
You give someone a fucking uniform and... Did you hear how he talked to us? | I heard how you talked to him. |
I heard how you talked to him. | Oh, so I'm the bad guy now? |
Paul, don't you think it's time for you to start writing again? It's been over a week. | I don't know, it's weird, but a couple of broken bones hasn't done a lot for my creative juices. Get the fuck out of here. |
I don't know, it's weird, but a couple of broken bones hasn't done a lot for my creative juices. Get the fuck out of here. | Don't talk to me like that. |
Don't talk to me like that. | Why, what are you going to do? Kill me? Take your best shot. |
Why, what are you going to do? Kill me? Take your best shot. | Why are you so mean, Mister you'd-be- dead-in-the-snow-if-it-wasn't-for- me? |
Why are you so mean, Mister you'd-be- dead-in-the-snow-if-it-wasn't-for- me? | Oh, no reason, you keep me prisoner, you make me burn my book, you drive a sledgehammer into my ankles... |
Oh, no reason, you keep me prisoner, you make me burn my book, you drive a sledgehammer into my ankles... | I'll drive a sledgehammer into your man-gland if you're not nicer-- |
I'll drive a sledgehammer into your man-gland if you're not nicer-- | Be my guest. |
Be my guest. | That's disgusting. |
Just leave it, all right? | Oh, I like that tone. |
Oh, I like that tone. | How many times do I have to tell you-- I have a system here. Where the hell is that thing? |
How many times do I have to tell you-- I have a system here. Where the hell is that thing? | What thing? |
What thing? | That thing. Here it is. Right where it's supposed to be. |
That thing. Here it is. Right where it's supposed to be. | What is it? |
What is it? | I'm not sure. Maybe nothing. |
I'm not sure. Maybe nothing. | It's good you found it. |
It's good you found it. | There's that spice again. |
An old friend. I was rummaging through a closet and it was just sitting there. Like it was waiting for me. | It's... it's nice, Paul. It's got... character. |
It's... it's nice, Paul. It's got... character. | When I wrote my first book, I used to carry it around in this while I was looking for a publisher. That was a good book, Marcia. I was a writer then. |
When I wrote my first book, I used to carry it around in this while I was looking for a publisher. That was a good book, Marcia. I was a writer then. | You're still a writer. |
You're still a writer. | I haven't been a writer since I got into the Misery business-- |
I haven't been a writer since I got into the Misery business-- | Not a bad business. This thing would still be growing, too. The first printing order on Misery's Child was the most ever--over a million. |
Not a bad business. This thing would still be growing, too. The first printing order on Misery's Child was the most ever--over a million. | Marcia, please. |
Marcia, please. | No, no. Misery Chastain put braces on your daughter's teeth and is putting her through college, bought you two houses and floor seats to the Knick games and what thanks does she get? You go and kill her. |
No, no. Misery Chastain put braces on your daughter's teeth and is putting her through college, bought you two houses and floor seats to the Knick games and what thanks does she get? You go and kill her. | Marcia, you know I started "Misery" on a lark. Do I look like a guy who writes romance novels? Do I sound like Danielle Steel? It was a one- time shot and we got lucky. I never meant it to become my life. And if I hadn't gotten rid of her now, I'd have ended up writing her forever. For the first time in fifteen years,... |
Marcia, you know I started "Misery" on a lark. Do I look like a guy who writes romance novels? Do I sound like Danielle Steel? It was a one- time shot and we got lucky. I never meant it to become my life. And if I hadn't gotten rid of her now, I'd have ended up writing her forever. For the first time in fifteen years,... | I'm glad to hear that, Paul, I really am. But you have to know--when your fans find out that you killed off their favorite heroine, they're not going to say, "Ooh, good, Paul Sheldon can finally write what we've always wanted: An esoteric, semi- autobiographical character study. |
I'm glad to hear that, Paul, I really am. But you have to know--when your fans find out that you killed off their favorite heroine, they're not going to say, "Ooh, good, Paul Sheldon can finally write what we've always wanted: An esoteric, semi- autobiographical character study. | Marcia, why are you doing this to me? Don't you know I'm scared enough? Don't you think I remember how nobody gave a shit about my first books? You think I'm dying to go back to shouting in the wilderness? I'm doing this because I have to. Now, I'm leaving for Colorado to try to finish this and I want your good thoug... |
God damn it, Nyah! Why did you do it? Why did you save that bastard? | If it'll make you feel any better I won't do it again. |
Fight a bit of a cold.. | And you're happy about that? |
And you're happy about that? | Beats fighting the flu, I'm here to tell you. |
Beats fighting the flu, I'm here to tell you. | You know, that was the hardest part of having to portray you. Grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes. |
You know, that was the hardest part of having to portray you. Grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes. | I would've thought the hardest part was exercising restraint. Curbing that pressing need of your to get your gun off. You were in such a hurry to knock off that 747, you never figured out where the virus really was. |
I would've thought the hardest part was exercising restraint. Curbing that pressing need of your to get your gun off. You were in such a hurry to knock off that 747, you never figured out where the virus really was. | I knew where it was. |
I knew where it was. | Oh. then you knew the only way could smuggle the live virus to the CDC scientists in Atlanta was by injecting himself and using his own bloodstream as a Petri dish, doing it inside of twenty hours so he could take the anti-virus and still have it be effective. You knew that while you were knocking him off and destroy... |
How're we doin', then? | He should've have killed the virus in the incubation area..Nyah's exited the elevator on the same level as the lab. |
He should've have killed the virus in the incubation area..Nyah's exited the elevator on the same level as the lab. | What can we do' mate? |
What can we do' mate? | Hope he kills all the bugs before the yellow dot gets to the red one. |
Where's the bloody - | - torque wrench. |
- torque wrench. | - this is very disconerting.. |
- this is very disconerting.. | Hey, you put me here. I just do what I'm told. |
Hey, you put me here. I just do what I'm told. | - right.. |
No, I don't. But in this case - | In this case, it wasn't a bad idea. In face, it was a pretty damn good idea. Just don't make a habit of it. And, as for Ms. Hall, in light of her efforts, her criminal records will certainly be expunged. I'm assuming you approve. |
In this case, it wasn't a bad idea. In face, it was a pretty damn good idea. Just don't make a habit of it. And, as for Ms. Hall, in light of her efforts, her criminal records will certainly be expunged. I'm assuming you approve. | I do. |
I do. | Where is she now, by the way? Do you know? |
Where is she now, by the way? Do you know? | I don't. No exactly. |
I don't. No exactly. | Well, Hunt, what are your plans? |
Well, Hunt, what are your plans? | Not sure. Some sort of vacation. I'll let you know where I'm going. |
Not sure. Some sort of vacation. I'll let you know where I'm going. | Oh, you don't have to do that. Wouldn't be a vacation if you did. |
A visit from an old friend. | What's happening here? You're dead! |
What's happening here? You're dead! | Fatigued, certainly. But dead is a little extreme. On the other hand, when me dear Gradski had your pulse and blood pressure he has less than ten hours to live. |
Fatigued, certainly. But dead is a little extreme. On the other hand, when me dear Gradski had your pulse and blood pressure he has less than ten hours to live. | It was in the bloody papers, on the telly..what's this about Gradski? |
It was in the bloody papers, on the telly..what's this about Gradski? | You are infected with <i>Chimera,</i> my friend. |
You have Bellerophon. | Do I? |
Do I? | You took it! All of it! And what if I need it? |
You took it! All of it! And what if I need it? | 'If?' My, my, my...the five hundred people on Bruny Island that you deliberately infected with <i>Chimera</i> needed it as well. |
'If?' My, my, my...the five hundred people on Bruny Island that you deliberately infected with <i>Chimera</i> needed it as well. | Oh, please! How was I to know they had to be treated with Bellerophon within twenty hours? |
Oh, please! How was I to know they had to be treated with Bellerophon within twenty hours? | By asking me. |
By asking me. | You still don't get it, do you? You want to make an omelet, you break a few eggs - <i>I needed to know just how bad the disease was</i> - in the real world, not the lab. And you never know til you try. You thought you were genetically splicing together strains of influenza to create a cure for all influenzas. But I... |
You still don't get it, do you? You want to make an omelet, you break a few eggs - <i>I needed to know just how bad the disease was</i> - in the real world, not the lab. And you never know til you try. You thought you were genetically splicing together strains of influenza to create a cure for all influenzas. But I... | You wanted the disease in order to peddle the cure. |
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