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Come on.

It's freezing in here.

This sample of Alec Holland's blood was

delivered to me with a note suggesting I

attend a meeting here. What I want to

know is where did he get it? And did he

get it from someone in my employee?

Welcome, Dr. Arcane.

Please look in the closet on your left.

I'll be out in a moment.

I don't like this, sir. I think we

should go.

Oh, you don't like anything, Graeme.

That's why you have no curiosity.

Look around you. This boat has a wealth

of intrigue.

Dr. Arcane,

sorry, I don't mean to be theatric, but

I had to wait till the room temperature

readjusted to your arrival.

Dr. Richard Parnell,

my assistant Graham,

the sample you sent me was quite an

attention getter. I'd like to know where

you got it.

From you, of course.

That blood has a combination plant and

animal DNA, which is unheard of. I need

to find the source of that sample. It's

a matter of life or death.

Mine.

Does it have anything to do with the

freezing temperatures in this room?

I was born with a rather unique genetic

defect. My exterior body temperature

must remain at less than 40°.

That sample, it has an adinine

combination that might just cure me

forever.

I'm asking for your help. One scientist

to another.

I have something to trade.

Go on.

Because of my condition, I've steered

most of my research towards cryogenics.

Freezing living tissue.

Suspended animation.

They're alive.

Yes. And I can revive them with no ill

effects.

Meet me in my lab 8:00.

We'll talk then.

How can you trust me? He wouldn't even

tell you where he got the sample.

I know he's hiding something. I'll find

out what it is. Suspended animation. The

holy grail of longevity research. More

importantly, I'll benefit from it. And

I'll destroy Holland in the bargain.

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.

How long have you known of the existence

of this creature?

Well, he's been something of a legend

around here for years, but no one's been

able to definitely say he exists.

Like Bigfoot, huh?

Exactly. I even got these photographs by

accident. I've been studying him ever

since. And

how did you get the blood sample?

From a hunter's alligator trap. Yes, you

can see the problem. could be a

monumental find. He's probably the last

of a race of swamp denisonons. Can you

imagine the loss of science?

Mankind marches on. No matter what gets

trod on in the process.

Fortunately, I am not of that ilk. I

have been trying to protect this

creature from the outside world for

years. This freezing machine of yours

may well be his salvation.

He is half plant after all. If we could

somehow lower his body temperature, slow

down his metabolism, might be easy to

catch him.

Yes, my machine could do that quickly.

Even this portable model might be

powerful enough.

But I'm worried about harming it. Perish

the thought. After all, you need the

blood fresh, right?

Incredible that the answer to my problem

might lie in this.

Is there a problem with the suit? Well,

let's hope not.

No, it's this digital thermometer has

the problem. I'm okay. God.

Having a problem tracing my

fingerprints?

I had them removed.

I saw how carefully you handled my

glass.

No offense, doctor, but I would like to

know who I'm working with.

No offense, doctor, but you'll never

find out. I have reasons for my

anonymity that have nothing to do with

our association.

Well, there it is, then.

Damn it. I told you to fix that H

hallogen focus. Take it down to Graeme

immediately. I'm terribly sorry.

It's no problem. I'm okay.

Let's get to work, shall we?

Well, Graham, I have this developed

right away, sir.

Good. Well, he may have removed his

fingerprints, but I highly doubt if he's

done anything to his retinal pattern.

What if his eye print isn't on file? The

only way he could have gotten those

samples was from one of the labs I do

business with. There are four of them.

They all have high level government

clearance. All of their employees have

their retinal patterns on file.

Robert Neman, my old friend

Anton. It's been ages.

It's been more than that. It's been a

mortal sin. We must keep in touch.

Oh, indeed we must.

So, Robert, how's everything going for

you?

Oh, incredibly well. A stage one of the

Needman communication dominance is

complete. I'll have it all as soon as

the FCC clears the satellite licenses. I

designed half those satellites. He stole

them.

You wouldn't have had them in the first

place if you hadn't killed my assistant

and stolen his computer discs.

Ronald Parker?

Ronald Parker?

No. No. I never heard of him. I accessed

your database. security system matched a

retinal pattern. He worked for you 11

years ago. Biod defense wing.

I never heard of him.

You're up for an FCC review. I've got

some lovely photographs of a

congressman. I think you might find them

interesting. I think it might make your

review go a little smoother. Are we

haggling?

I don't know. Robert

Ronald Parker.

He's infected with a deadly virus.

Graeme, this is wonderful.

It's not a great idea in my book,

doctor. Where'd he catch it? He

didn't catch it. He developed it,

Graeme. He was working on a virus known

as Zero. It's an incredibly infectious

disease with no known antidote. Takes up

to 10 years in the system to incubate

before it becomes active.

You mean he's infectious now? No, he

would have been had he not lowered his

body temperature. You see, this virus is

dormant below 40°. Above that, it

becomes active. With no vaccine, it

would sweep across the globe like

wildfire.

So, the thing about Alec Holland's blood

was a lie.

No, you idiot. Alec Holland's blood is

the antidote. But I can't exploit the

disease unless I have some of it.

But you you first have to capture

Holland. I've already planned that out.

Now, what I need to see is the onset of

the disease from the beginning.

That would require infecting a human

being.

Yes, I'd have to sedate someone to work

on them. Unfortunately, I'd need someone

I can trust. Someone who would give me

an accurate response to the effects of

the disease. Who would that be?

I don't know.

Who' you think?

Oh, don't worry. You're too valuable for

me to lose. Now, clean off these petri

dishes. Like a good chap, we need to do

some blood tests.

Oh, no. Come on now, Graeme. It's in a

good name. It's science. Besides, I

won't let you die. I promise. No, Dr.

Kane, you can.

Oh, yes, I can.

This is Arcane. Seal off the main road.

Locate my assistant, Graeme, and have

him return to my laboratory at once.

Can't believe this. This is can't be

happening. I was loyal. Damn it. I was

loyal.

What are you doing here, Graeme? Where's

Arcane?

I don't know. I don't want to know.

Please let me go.

I know if you're here, he can't be far

behind. What are you doing in the swamp?

Nothing. Please, I got to get out of

here.

First, you're going to tell me

Dr. Arcane's trying to kill me.

Impossible.

It's true. Please, you got to help me.

No, it must be a trick. You're trying to

trap me somehow.

Fine. Just let me go.

What are you doing?

Incredible.

Your fear is genuine.

This isn't a trick.

Tell me what happened.

Tell me.

Dr. Arcane flipped. This guy came to him

with some sort of virus. It's deadly. He

wants to try it out on me.

Where is this man?

now.

Oh.

both rooms are now 38°. Doctor, your

cold machine's working admirably. His

active responses are down 73%.

I'm

worried about the throat wound.

I wish you'd told me you were going to

do that.

Well, I had to shoot out his venom

sacks.

No, you've done it, doctor. You finally

found a cure for your condition.

I've got a chance to save a species.

Well, I'll let you get on with the work.

Keep out of your way. Oh, if you need

me, um, you can get me on the intercom.

Come along, Graeme.

Graham,

thank you.

Got a nice bottle of 59 Rothschild in my

quarters, just crying out to be

liberated.

All for you, Graeme.

Soon as Parnell finds a vaccine, we can

give him the chop. Hey, put an end to

this ridiculous charade. Till then, we

got to keep the game up, of course.

How long are you going to keep sulking,

Graeme?

You tricked me.

Of course I did. You know Alec Hollands,

his abilities. If he'd have got a sniff,

it was a trap. He'd never have showed

up. Your fear had to be real.

It was. It was.

I mean, it was that that gave me my

victory. Graham, you you did it.

Yeah, I guess I did. But

of course you did, my friend.

You want to celebrate with me with a

drink?

I open my cellar doors to you, Graham.

Yeah, it was me.

If only I could make you understand. I

truly regret this having to cage you.

But you may be the only hope left for

mankind.

If men had known of your existence,

the chances are some hunter would have

killed you off a long time ago,

which would mean that there'd be no

chance of destroying the virus in my

body,

which would mean that

the virus would eventually infect the

human race,

possibly destroying mankind.

Arcane manipulates the innocent to his

own ends. This man has no idea. If only

I could speak.

No, don't. You You'll only make it

worse.

I helped Dr. Arcane.

Without me, we'd still be fumbling

around.

Dr. Arcane.

Yes, this is Dr. Arcane.

The creature is growling or something.

Also, he's beginning to bleed from the

wound. Oh dear. Well, perhaps we should

turn the temperature down a few degrees.

I get the feeling that he's trying to

communicate with me.

Don't worry about the creature. You just

carry on with your work. I'll take care

of him if he becomes unmanageable.

Very well.

Holland's trying to regenerate his

throat. We can't have that.

Dr. Arcane,

I really love you like a father. You

know that.

Somehow I must get through to this man

to warn him. If I can't, Arcane will

succeed and I will die. I must

concentrate.

Well, I think today we should start

working on your blood samples. Don't you

think, doctor?

I'd rather concentrate on the creature's

blood. I think I could develop a serum

for my condition in a few weeks time.

But you would welcome my help.

Certainly, wouldn't you? I mean, if I

could take some of your blood samples

and trace the genetic signature of the

virus.

Oh, yes. I know all about your

condition, Mr. Parker.

I must say I I found uh your condition

fascinating.

How did you find out?

Well, I'm a genius. I do things like

that, don't I, Graeme?

Still, change is nothing. You still need

the beast as a cure.

I can only guess at the severity of the

virus in your system.

The virus was developed for the

military,

but I was determined to destroy it

before it could be reproduced and

unleashed on the world.

But there was an accident.

I managed to destroy the laboratory

sample, but not before I infected

myself.

Well, that was 11 years ago, right?

Yes. The virus takes 10 years to become

active in the system. 10 years to find a

way of lowering my body temperature. And

now if your temperature rises, virus

becomes active, instantly infectious if

you come into contact with contaminated

fluids like blood. I would die after a

few days, but not before infecting the

world. Well, we must find a cure.

My digital thermometer, if you'll excuse

me.

Dr. Arcane.

Yes, Panell. I need to return to my boat

for some notes. I'll have a car out

front in 10 minutes.

D Barnell.

What?

You can talk.

I'm not a creature. I'm a man. Arcane

did this to me.

What?

He wants the virus in your body for his

own purposes.

No. No. He wants to help.

Then why did he shoot my throat out? He

didn't want you to hear the truth. I'm

not an animal, Barnell.

Dr. Arcane, the temperature in the

chamber's rising.

Trip the safeties. Lower the temperature

in the entire lab down to zero.

It's not working.

It's not working. Arcane must have put

in an override.

No, the cold will kill you.

ARCANE, YOU LIED TO ME.

NO, stop a moment.

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

Save your strength. No,

you've got to listen to me. There isn't

much time.

I'm dying.

You've got to get me to my boat.

There's a metal cylinder.

You must put me in it

and then hide it someplace

that no one can find it.

Promise me

I will. Doctor,

this virus,

this curse from hell

must die with me.

Well, doctor, just as I suspected,

Graham, nothing. Everything's fine. What

a relief. I guess his blood was still

too cold to release the virus into you.

Damn.

10 years.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.