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Damn them. Damn them all.

Are you all right?

All right. Of course I'm all right. It's

these people who need help. My help.

Read this.

It's a

It's a rejection. Another slap in the

face from those myopic idiots at the

academy. My article proves we can

finally harness DNA. THE IMPLICATIONS

ARE STAGGERING. AND WHAT IS their

response?

Look for your hand.

What? Oh, leave me alone, Graeme.

Oh, Graeme, why do I bother?

My charity, my patience, my vision.

They're wasted on these feckless morons.

It's torture to have my genius ignored

like this.

Why do they do it, Grant?

Is it envy?

Is it stupidity? What?

Right now, I don't give a damn.

I really don't.

I don't give a damn.

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.

Doctor. Doctor, there's someone here to

see you. Go away. An editor for Modern

Science magazine.

Time to buzz off.

CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY?

DR. ARCANE, I presume.

I'm Catherine St. James from Modern

Science.

I was hoping we might be able to arrange

an interview, but if this is a bad time

Oh, bad time. Nonsense. It's wonderful

time. We always make time for members of

the press. Graeme, the young lady's

back.

Oh, no need, doctor. I'm fine.

Graeme,

I'm charmed. I I didn't quite catch your

name.

Oh, your hand.

Oh, it's nothing. It's a minor accident.

I can't tell you what a pleasure it is

to finally meet you.

But I must admit, I'm a bit surprised.

How so?

Well, somehow I expected a much older

man. I mean, knowing the myriad of

contributions you've made to the field

of genetic engineering.

No. Most of my work is considered

theoretical.

Your entropic theory of DNA mutation

already has practical application.

Well, for a reporter, you seem

surprisingly well-versed in such an

esoteric subject.

I'm full of surprises, doctor. I also

have a degree in microbiology

and a natural fascination with arcane

knowledge.

Charlie,

huh?

St. James.

Catherine.

Catherine. Not that I'm in the least bit

put out, but I am a little curious to

know why you didn't phone for an

appointment first.

Would you have said yes?

Of course not. You would have turned me

away before even meeting me.

What an unfortunate mistake that would

have been.

I find that being a little aggressive

helps me get what I want. And in this

case, what I want is you.

Forgive me, but I uh

find that a little hard to believe.

I've read your work. It's bold,

dangerously original,

and I wondered if the man would be the

same.

I thought you'd make an effective

counterpoint. about the stuffed shirts

I've covered in the past.

Well, no mere interview would ever

convince those intimidated by my work.

This would be your chance to be heard by

everyone in a national journal. And

frankly, it would be a cool for me to

interview a brilliant and controversial

figure.

I promise you'll find the procedure both

quick and painless,

or long and pleasurable.

So you're saying the Heisenberg

uncertainty principle can not only be

circumvented

but actually harness to predict and

control natural DNA mutation.

Yes indeed. You really do understand,

don't you?

Not until you explained it to me.

Be careful. This pipe's filled with

power. Dangerous radioactive chemical

toxins that strip the skin right off

this pretty little hand.

Some things are just better left alone.

This has been a very enlightening

interview, doctor.

But no interview would be complete,

would it, without getting to know the

man behind the work.

Graham, Miss St. James will be staying

with us. Let's try to make her very

comfortable, shall we?

Is everything prepared?

But sir, isn't it a little bit

suspicious how she just dropped in from

nowhere, then consented to stay?

What are you worried that Miss St. James

is planning to use me? Grab.

Well, yes.

Stimulating thought, isn't it? Oh, come

on, Graeme. You must have been teased by

a beautiful young woman at one time in

your life.

Obviously not.

I must say everything about this day has

been impressive

and most unexpected, leading me to

wonder why this particularly attractive

woman has chosen to grace my home.

Maybe she has reasons she'd rather keep

private

for now. Well, just as long as she makes

them known sooner or later.

Anton, what do you dream about?

Well, mostly my work, but I'm hoping

you'll change all that.

Are you trying to make me blush?

You're very beautiful and intelligent.

You understand my work, and most of all,

you're a woman of mystery.

Everything about you tantalizes me.

I shouldn't really. I mean, I'd love to,

but I'm a journalist on assignment, and

my professional ethics would allow me to

mix business with pleasure.

Oh,

scruples.

To the power of revenge.

Oh, Anton, you certainly have been a

busy boy.

Such a shame.

Whoops.

How clumsy of me.

That hurt. Good. Come on. There's

something I want to show you.

Do you like it? I thought the place

could use a woman's touch.

Bloody fool.

You've destroyed a life's work.

My work.

It'll take years to replace it.

You're overreacting.

Paid you to do this.

Please, Anton. This is strictly

personal.

Arcane.

No,

get out. Arcane.

This will do fine. You'll have a nice

view from here.

You don't know what you're getting

yourself into.

Shut up, Arcane, and enjoy the show.

Everything you love is just over there.

The explosion should take out your home

lab and your pathetic little ego.

The wonders of modern technology.

I did it.

Where the hell are we?

I've destroyed your pathetic life's

work. And the next step is to deal with

you.

With what? You're no more a threat to me

than that puny explosion. This obviously

isn't real. Just look around you.

Fascinating

taste, feeling. All the senses seem to

be working. And yet something is wrong.

Very wrong.

What is that?

The thing from the swamp. You angered

him by blowing the chemical dump and

poisoning his habitat. He's come for

you.

Bloody hell.

What's causing this?

Who are you?

Catherine Sunderland. Arcane. General

Sunderland's daughter. You killed him

and now you're going to die.

Maisy,

this is absolutely amazing.

I don't know how you did that, but

believe me, Arcane, I'll kill you yet.

You murdered the kindest, most honorable

man I've known.

General Sunderland was a duplicititorous

swine and a blight on humanity.

Do you know anything about your dear

daddy's accomplishments? biological

warfare, death devices, assassination,

even created mutant children to work in

the gold mines in Brazil. Well, he left

you quite a legacy to live up to.

He was a great man, a businessman and

philanthropist.

Philanthropist? Don't make me laugh. He

lived for power and profit, and he was

good, maybe even great. Probably because

his mind was as twisted as his body was

ugly and mutilated.

How dare you?

Think about it. Try to remember.

That's not my father.

Something wrong, my dear. Your father

kidnapped my wife for his own sick

pleasure. When I found out about it, he

tried to kill us both and succeeded in

killing her. For that reason alone, I

won't be content till I see you with him

in hell.

Little girls shouldn't poke their noses

in where they don't belong.

Chemical plant emergency. Toxic vapor

alert. Evacuate. Evacuate. Toxic vapor

alert. Evacuate. Evacuate. Evacuate.

Evac. Heat.

Heat.

These chemicals could kill more than

just the swamp.

If I don't stop them, they could poison

the environment of this whole area for

generations to come.

Officer, help me.

I saw him. The monster has been chasing

me. of the green horde creature.

Oh, him. You don't want to worry about

him. It's me you want to worry about.

You know your father had a magic way

with the blade.

You can't justify his murder with

pathetic lies. I knew him. I'm his

daughter.

I find this strangely amusing. Your

father never even mentioned he had a

daughter.

His work came first.

I learned to live with that.

After

the work, he always found time to be

with me.

You took away what Tommy would have had

left.

Save your sentimental brides, my dear.

It doesn't become real.

And what now?

I'm going to cut your pretty throat.

I gave you an opportunity to show your

worth and you bungled it. Daddy,

you knew the consequences and now you're

going to have to suffer the consequences

of your actions.

Daddy,

there's nothing, honey. Just business.

That's my little girl.

Daddy,

you haven't got the nerve.

Why not?

Daddy's little girl.

You are not.

I knew it. I knew you were behind all

this. What is it? One of your ridiculous

morality lessons.

This was not your lesson to learn.

Good.

And kindly put a stop to all this

ridiculous charade.

I wanted to destroy everything you loved

before I killed you.

That would be too easy, too simple.

Better that you suffer never knowing

when or how the end will come for you.

Just know it will come

eventually

from one victim of your madness or

another.

Heat. Hey. Hey. Hey.