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Dr. Arcane, it's me, Graham.

You can't stay in hiding forever. People

told me they saw you here.

D,

I have to see you. Why? So you can

gloat?

No. So I can help.

How would you done enough already?

Please don't shut me out. I took a risk

coming here.

Well, then leave. I'm sure your new

employer is waiting with all kinds of

enticements.

That is why you betrayed me, isn't it,

Graham? The enticements.

These fires are incredible. My old rival

was into more schemes than I gave him

credit for.

The doctor was always very busy.

And that was his downfall. A lesson

learned. So many broken environmental

laws at El Codes. Even our Kane couldn't

keep the hounds away. It was almost too

easy. And now

it's all mine. After years of competing

for General Sunderland's attention, I

pick up Arcane's empire after Uncle Sam

shuts him down.

The swamp is my world. It is who I am.

It is what I am. I was once a man. I

know the evil men do. Do not bring your

evil here. I warn you.

Beware the wrath of

Swamp Thing.

Tell me something, Graeme. Why did you

choose to stay on here with me?

My life is invested in the complex

regardless of who owns it.

Nice and direct. I like that in my

employees, especially the men.

You'll do well with me.

Thank you.

Tell me what it was like working here

the past few months.

It was uh rather grim.

I'll bet it was. Men like our Kane don't

just lose battles. They lose their

self-esteem in the process. Leaving them

is nothing.

Appears to be the case.

But not you. You obviously have your

priorities in place. And that's exactly

what I need to make sense of Arcane's

research. I guess you could say Dr.

Arcane learned that sometimes having

ideas is easier than executing them.

I have never had any such problem. As

you will see, I'm putting you in charge

of my first new idea. Graeme,

we're going to clear cut the swamp.

Excuse me.

Clear cut it first for lumber, then for

plant marsh. Working from far sides to

all the center, it should take no time

at all.

But what about the animals? I mean,

there's no telling what creatures out

there may be forced to defend

themselves. Big creatures, angry ones.

That is phase two. We are building a

plant to process the little critters

into everything from gourmet order to

dog food. We'll make millions.

Dr. Arcane,

it's me, Graham.

Thought I got rid of you.

You'll never be rid of me, sir. I I I

brought you some food.

What's this? Charity?

I don't bother. I got what I deserved

when that dreadful woman defeated me.

You couldn't have known what she was

planning.

Of course I could. I invented the very

ploy she used on me, bribing public

officials. It's a page out of my book.

Not that it matters now. All that was

once mine is now hers, including my

assistant.

That's been made more than clear to me.

Money can't buy respect, sir, and Carla

Jeff will never have mine.

One day, your world will come crashing

down around you. There won't be a damn

thing you can do about it.

You may be wrong about that, doctor.

Carla is planning to clearcut the swamp.

Alec Holland isn't likely to let that

happen.

She defeated me. She'll take care of the

jolly green giant. No trouble.

Well, it's an exciting day.

I have a feeling it's only begun.

Are my excavation teams in place? and

four sides of the swamp.

Then let's get on with it.

All units, commence operations.

She can't do this.

What's going on here?

Answer me, Graeme. What's happening?

I'd say the swamp is defending itself.

No, it's an atmospheric occlusion. Rare,

but explainable. Now, try not to sound

as stupid as you look. Fix it.

Wow, Holland,

I was wondering when you'd finally show

up to gloat over my demise.

I get no pleasure from other people's

suffering, even yours.

Oh, really? Well, you missed out. It's

one of the 10 best things to do in

humor.

Why are you letting someone else run

your complex?

What's the matter, my old pal? My

successor got the better of Yoshi, and

you don't like it? Well, take my advice.

Find yourself a new swamp.

Why would I fear her any more than I

feared you?

Because, my naive sprig. Carla Jeff is

more conniving, duplicitus, and evil

than I'd ever hope to be.

Trust me.

What's the matter, Graham? Huh? Uh,

nothing.

You'll get the equipment running again

tomorrow. I know you will.

It's not that.

Well, what then? I think we know each

other well enough to be honest about our

feelings.

I'm sorry, Debbie. It's just that seeing

all this brings back such wonderful

memories.

This is where we like to relax.

Sometimes working alone for hours,

conducting his pain threshold studies.

You know what I think, Graham?

I think that he was lucky

to have you for an assistant.

I'm the lucky one, Debbie.

You're not thinking what I'm thinking.

I doubt it.

Old memories.

You men are so predictable. This is

hardly fun anymore.

Why are you doing this? I haven't done

anything.

That's right. And most conspicuously,

you haven't told me about this. Alec

Holland, you haven't told me about him,

Graeme. You're working for me, yet you

never even mention his name.

I I I didn't think he'd be interested.

But I am more than you know. That's why

I had pulled Debbie spend so much time

with you. As if she really wanted to

spend her time with you.

I know all about your visit to Arcane.

All that was once mine is now hers,

including my assistant. That's been made

more than clear to me. Everything's been

made very

will not by respect. And Carla Jeff will

never have my respect.

Respect?

That probably bothers me most of all. No

respect for me.

Still, I let that slide for a moment.

The fact that Holland has stopped a

clear cutting is meaningless.

Meaningless. Because like Arcane, I have

spent my career looking for the key to

immortality.

With Arcane's downfall, I got all his

research.

The answer is within my grasp, Gri.

And you are going to fill in all the

gaps.

What the hell?

How's it going, Anton?

Not so well, I take it.

Poor man. I want the formula that turned

Alec Holland into a swamp creature.

My memory is not as sharp as it used to

be.

Now that I have your attention, I read

everything you left on. I also know that

someone named Anne Fisk found the answer

to his transformation.

How could you know that? I deleted all

the references.

A little birdie told me.

The formula, Arcane, are your next.

And from the look of it, I doubt you'll

fail very well.

Manny figma,

I wondered what you look like. I had no

idea you were so superb.

Sorry about the filtration device, but I

had to attract your attention. Pollution

seems to be something you respond to.

You're the woman who defeated Arcane.

Oh, wonderful. I have a reputation.

Come,

please sit down.

You can sit down, can't you?

What is this?

This is lunch and a truce.

Are we at war?

That depends on you. Please.

I know everything about you. I know

everything that Arcane knew and I have

been able to divine more.

There is a point to all this. I assume

I like to collect knowledge, lots of it.

Then I like to take different pieces and

put them in the same puzzle. For

example, I have gained every bit of data

that Arcane ever worked on, including

you. And I recently found out about Dr.

Fisk and her work.

Good a reaction.

She may be in Geneva now working on your

cure, but her files are here. I have

studied them closely. I can help you if

you're interested.

I'm not.

You are so protective of yourself. But

you made one little mistake. Your eyes a

direct link to your brain. It was not

hard to deduce the lightwave match to

render you headless.

All this equipment, all this knowledge,

and you had no idea what to do with it.

Exactly two cc's of troline into the

separator tube.

I've tried trolling. It's too unstable.

Dr. Fisk didn't think so.

Dr. Fisk was an incompetent hope.

Her work was light years ahead of yours,

Arcane. She was struggling to find a

cure for Holland's condition. You were

trying to recreate it. Didn't it occur

to you that working backward from a cure

might lead you to the answer you wanted?

Yes. Well, Charlie is merely a base, but

not bad for a student. In a few hours, I

will be able to recreate the bio

restorative formula.

Don't even try to fight these resistor

units. They'll tear your plant fiber

apart if you do.

With Anfisk's formula and that

decompression chamber, I'll be able to

transform myself. I have everything I

want.

immortality.

Even if it means looking like him.

Even if it means looking like you.

Holland defeated. And I had nothing to

do with it.

Oh, not true, doctor. Now, if it hadn't

been for you, this would have taken her

a week.

Laugh. Laugh all you want, but there's

one small element she's missing for her

transformation. The smallest, tiniest

detail, and she'll find out about that

soon enough.

What are you talking about?

To create a perfect world, one needs a

perfect world to begin with. His very

words.

He seemed to think it was important.

It is. One of Arcane's greatest failings

is his ego. His words are clues to his

self argrandizing thoughts.

We could try his own brain drain

technique on him.

He would die first. I would.

A perfect world.

Almost biblical in its phrasing. Arcane

imagines himself a god figure. So let's

start with that. He imagines a world

that needs to be created from nothing.

Yet recognizes that such a world needs a

basis for creation. What Arcane is

saying is that my attempts to recreate

Holland's condition by reversing the

cure would require

the exact same conditions as the

original transformation. Of course, the

chamber, this chamber, the one that I

built in the lab is useless. Dr. Fisk

built this chamber first, then based her

formula in conjunction with its exact

measurements and composition.

Well, good evening, doctor. So good to

see you.

Hello, ladies. Well, all three of you. I

don't know if I can manage it, but I'll

give it a damn good try.

What are they doing to Dr. Arcane?

They're going to kill him. They're going

to kill Dr. Arcane, then they're going

to kill me. Listen to me, Graeme. We

have a chance to get out of this. I can

save Arcane.

What would you want?

He's a lesser of two evils.

I can release you, but I need you to

release me.

How?

Move away from the wall. I must

concentrate.

I hate plants and women.

Anon, look what I have. The bio

restorative formula.

Enjoy it. Took me years to get it to

that point

and it took me hours to improve on it.

One drink of this and into the chamber.

Immortality.

This chamber? Well, you can't be

serious. Dr. Fisk made this out of an

old Navy decompression chamber. The one

at my lab.

It's exactly what you want me to use,

isn't it?

Perfect world. I don't think so.

The world of Anton

Sephini.

Welcome to my world, Mari.

Welcome to my world.

An out of place comment.

What is the context, Sherry?

You read too much into things, Carla. My

world is your world. I admit defeat.

That's all I meant.

You just gave yourself away.

Anton Kane would never could never admit

defeat. Not as long as there was breath

in his body. Your world is mine. Except

for the last few weeks.

Of course. For the last few weeks, this

has been your world. This boat house,

this equipment, these files. I based my

formula on this equipment and these

files. You could have tampered with

them.

I'm not a clairvoyant. How was I to know

you'd find me?

You knew I'd find you because I'm me.

And using your knowledge of me and my

genius, you felt you could manipulate

me. You knew I would test the formula on

myself, didn't you? So, what is it?

Did you taper with Annefisk's files or

her equipment or perhaps a combination

of both?

There's only one way to find out.

I must destroy the information in these

computer banks.

Calm down, Anton. Admittedly, if this

doesn't work, you'll be killed. But if

it does work, well, I'll have to kill

you anyway. But still, for science.

Decompression.

My perfect world. Connor,

perfect. Because everything worked out

just as I hoped it would. Everything.

What are you doing?

I'm giving you what you want. You're

going to transform. Oh, and you were

right. I did tamper with Dr. Fisk's

files. I planned all of this. The

formula will give me a bit of a tummy

ache, but with all that oxygen

pressurized around you,

the river Shere.

It was Harland. He destroyed everything.

Yes, he certainly did, didn't he?

Well, we'll have to start all over

again, won't we, old chap?

Yes, sir.

When evil battles evil, the swamp can't

take sides. They can only hope the

lesser of the two is victorious

and take advantage of the outcome.