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(cat meowing)

(shouting on television)

(cat meowing)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(exciting music)

(crickets chirping)

- Cleo.

Cleo.

- Okay, what do you want, Caleb?

- I'm hungry.

- [Cleo] Supper's on the stove.

- Aint you got some jerky?

- Oh, here, you'll kill your appetite with this stuff.

- Aman's gotta have meat.

- Well I do the best I can.

I cooked you hot meals.

- Mr. Landau call?

- Nope, and I hope he never does.

That man ain't nothing but trouble.

- You gotta have money to live

and his money's as good as anybody else's.

- Oh well he ain't even paid you for the first load yet.

- He will.

- You ask me he's leading you straight to hell.

- I ain't asking you.

- Miserable old bastard.

- Ah shut your mouth old girl

and stay out of my business!

- I am miserable--

- Now gather up those tools and come on!

And stay out of my affairs.

(dramatic music)

(geese honking)

- Ahh.

- Hurry up with my food.

- Look I'm hurrying best as I know how.

Come on baby, there, you there for mummy?

Now be good.

Here's your soup, pretty baby.

- 833 pounds we got tonight.

- Eat all your soup up for mummy,

mummy's little baby.

- Makes a total of 2485 pounds they owe me for.

- Eat your soup my pretty baby.

- 20 cents a pound that's $497 they owe me.

And they better pay it up.

(knocks)

- Where do you think you're going?

- No place Mr. Landau, no place.

- I told you no one's allowed in the back room

except Mr. Maltby and me.

- I'm sorry, my mind's a little forgetful, just forgetful.

- Maybe being out of a job will improve your memory.

- Don't do that there Mr. Landau.

Besides, who else would hire me but you?

- Get back to work and stop whimpering.

- Yes sir Mr. Landau.

Yes sir, thank you.

- You should have sacked him.

Them old guys bug me, they give me the creeps.

- Oh it's patriotic to hire oldsters.

Besides, some day I'll can him.

Anyways they're cheap.

How you feeling Tessie?

I'm happy to hear it.

On the way out close the door behind you

"cause we wanna talk in private.

- I get the creeps watching them kind stumbling around.

- Tessie will never testify against us.

- You think she suspects?

- What's to suspect, we're businessmen.

Forget it.

- You never feel nothin', nothin' down inside, do you?

- Oh what should I feel, huh?

Six months ago we couldn't get arrested.

Look at these orders.

- Yeah and that's another thing that bothers me.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Well we're supposed to be partners,

split everything 50/50 right down the middle,

that's what you said, right? - Right.

- Well we ain't been splitting,

I ain't been getting my shares.

- It's all here.

- Yeah sure but it's taking too long.

I need some walking around money right now.

- That'll tide you over.

- Yeah alright let's split it right now,

every day right down the middle.

Keep the record straight.

- Don't be stupid Maltby, we can't run a business that way.

Some of it's gotta go back in the business.

- Oh sure but...

- Look it man, partners trust each other right?

Six months to go, just like that,

(snaps) and then we're off to Europe.

Trust me.

- Yeah sure but what if the cops find out

about Carlton Babcock?

- Yeah, how could they?

Besides, that's not the problem.

What we need is more sources for raw material.

We've gotta get more product.

- Well should I call Caleb?

- Yeah, tell him I'll meet him at midnight as usual.

And call Harry Monk, tell him I want to see him

in the office in a couple days.

Damnit, stop touching...

- Oh I'm not responsible for Tessie's pussycats.

- I didn't forget you baby son.

Oh you were hungry weren't you?

(cat meowing)

(suspenseful music)

(cat meowing)

Do you always drink alone, Dr. Glass?

Howard.

We've been through this before and we will again.

Besides you did tell me he didn't have

very much of a chance.

- I know, the hazards of the trade.

It's just that when I lose one it's like losing myself.

- I'm sure you did everything you could.

- No I know I did.

I had the lead on him right from the beginning.

Then when his heart went out the first time

I hit him with the voltage.

Then the massage.

It was too late.

- Well I think you're quite a guy, Howard Glass.

(cat meowing)

See?

Even baby son agrees.

(cat meowing)

- [Howard] Sometimes I think you like that cat more than me.

- I like all animals, Howard.

But I love you.

- Well that's the nicest thing I've heard all day.

- I'm not so sure about your intentions, doctor.

- Haven't I told you I loved you lately?

- Yesterday.

Between a gallstone operation and an appendectomy.

Yes I heard you mumble something about being in love.

- I strike a blow for nature once in a while.

Especially when I'm around you.

- That's what I like about you, Howard.

You lie so well.

- [Woman] Miss Robinson report to Dr. Littleton please.

- I better report now.

- He can wait, I can't.

- You know how Littleton hates to wait.

- Yeah maybe you'd better go before I lose my self control.

(cat meowing)

- Baby son!

- Leave him alone.

- You're scratched.

Oh Howard I'm so sorry.

He's always been so gentle, I just can't believe it.

- That cat went crazy.

- Here, let me take care of that scratch.

- [Woman] Miss Robinson, please report to Dr. Littleton.

- You better go, I'll take care of this.

- I'm so sorry darling.

- Angie? - Yes?

- Just ain't my day.

- It might still be.

- [Woman] Miss Robinson, please report to Dr. Littleton.

(singing)

♪ Sleep my little one

♪ Sleep my little one

♪ Sleep

♪ Sleep

- He's 125 pounds.

That one's 140.

I figured this one at 170.

- I don't know, looks like a lot of bloat to me.

- You oughta try lifting 'em up six feet.

You oughta see-- - Alright.

There's no point in heckling, Maltby.

Our friend Caleb is a good judge of dead weight.

170 pounds it is.

Take 'em inside, Caleb.

- You do it.

I just dig 'em up.

- Maltby.

- Landau.

Money.

- You know better than that Caleb, not now.

- When? - Soon Caleb, soon.

First I'll collect mine and then you'll get yours.

- Yeah, that's what you been telling me for weeks.

You owe me for 2500 pounds.

- The longer you wait, the more you get.

Trust me Caleb, I'll make you a lot of money.

- That's what you keep telling me.

Next time out, no money no meat.

I want everything that's coming to me next trip.

- Sure Caleb, you'll get everything that's coming to you,

just like I keep telling you.

- Don't ever try and cheat me, Landau.

The cops might be interested in knowing

what you're doing with them there bodies.

- You'll be hearing from me and there'll be

plenty of money for everybody.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay Landau, we're ready.

- And don't you try and cheat me now.

- I wouldn't cheat you out of a penny.

- Now you're talking.

Who else can you go to?

- Who else would buy your bodies?

It works both ways.

- Ha.

Cleo!

Cleo!

- Here.

- Damn that Caleb IS money hungry.

Gotta do something about that,

I can't stall him much longer.

- She's just beautiful.

- What's wrong with you?

- She's so young.

- Put the body in the hopper, we gotta get outta here

before the help arrives.

- She's so young.

- What are you nuts?

That's a corpse, now get going.

- Yeah, yeah.

- The grain, Maltby.

(cat meowing)

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling on)

So that's about it Harry.

I'll pay you 20 cents a pound to deliver it here.

- I heard you the first time.

You're crazy.

- Crazy yeah, but the way business is going, very rich.

- Let me make it clear, it's COD, understand?

- Sure man.

- You let me use your student?

- Maltby?

Yeah, Maltby'll be with you.

Come on, I'll show you the plan.

(suspenseful music)

- Let me introduce you to your new surroundings.

On your left you'll notice a little crying room

where people meet to view the remains

while wondering about their legacies.

And now I'm going to introduce you to Morty,

a first-rate embalmer.

Later on I'm going to take you to the organ room.

I play you know, and while Morty drains

your little bloody veins, I'll play a dirge for you.

- That's a little mortician joke.

(laughing)

- Ha ha, very funny.

I brought you 10 more cases of that pork flavored fluid

we're using to replace the formaldehyde.

- Oh.

- Mr. Landau, we have several cases left.

- Yes true, we have three cases left.

Business is bad, bad all over.

If I must address the mortician's guild

I'll propose definite steps against longevity.

Yes.

Yes demonstration at pharmaceutical labs.

They have love ins.

Have sit ins.

We can call ours a vitamin.

(laughing)

That's--

- Yeah, I know, a mortician's joke.

Alright let's settle up, I got some other accounts to see.

- Morty, we have another guest.

- He'll have to wait.

(laughing)

- What you gonna do with all that money?

- Oh I'm going back to school.

- What?

- I've decided to change my vocation.

Yes, I want to become a chef.

I love gourmet foods.

(laughing)

(snoring)

(cat meowing)

(cat meowing)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(cat meowing)

(cat wailing and thuds)

- It's a severed jugular vein, she bled to death.

The coroner's office will have to be notified.

- Immediately, doctor.

- She loved that old tomcat, doc.

It was all she had.

Poor Annie.

- She had no relatives?

- Well I never heard none.

No she lived in that room all by herself.

15 years I know of.

Never even got no mail.

Oh except for old age checks.

- Well how'd it happen?

- Well she sleeping I guess and cat just went crazy.

Had a wild fit or something.

- Well he got away I suppose.

- Well if he did he's really got nine lives.

I throwed him against that wall hard enough to kill him

10 times.

- You mean he might still be there?

- Well more than likely.

You wanna go look?

- No you go get him and bring him here.

- Poor Annie.

(dramatic music)

- How's it going?

- Take a look.

- What is it?

- I don't know yet.

- Where did you get this sample?

- From the cat's stomach.

- Hi Angie.

- Any luck David?

- Well the sample wasn't really large enough

to be definitive but yeah, it could be human.

- But you're not positive.

- No, but you wanna run any more tests I'll be down

in lab three until the end of my shift.

- [Howard] Good.

- Here's the lab report.

- Thank you David.

- What do you think, Howard?

- I don't know what to think.

- Look if we went back to that room,

looked around, maybe we might find something.

- It's worth a try.

- Alright, let's go.

It'll just take me a minute to change.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking)

- What do you want?

What do you want?

Get back to work, work!

- Leave her alone Maltby.

- Oh I didn't hurt her none.

- I told you I don't want you or anyone

pushing her around.

- Alright you talk to her.

- What is it Tessie?

Why did you shut down the line?

Alright take the rest of the day off.

The others too, except Willie.

Send him to my office.

- What was all that monkey talk about?

- She's telling me what a wonderful person I was

for being so nice to old people and giving them jobs.

She said you will receive your reward for sure.

- Oh that stupid old hag.

- Yeah meanwhile she had to shut the line down

because we're out of ingredients again.

- Oh want me to call Caleb?

- No, business is slow out there.

Let him sweat.

- Well what are we gonna do?

- You worried again?

- We could call the packing company.

- Maltby we can't, we're on COD, remember?

- Well we could shut down for a few days.

- Willie?

Come here.

- Yes sir, you wanted to see me Mr. Landau?

- I got a better idea, Maltby.

- You can't!

- Watch me.

Have the others left, Willie?

- Yes sir.

- Fine.

Yes Maltby I think we just might put a new plan to work.

You've always wanted to see the back room Willie,

well I'm gonna show you.

Just you and me.

- You don't have to do that, Mr. Landau.

- Oh but I want to Willie, I want to.

I'm sure you'll find it very interesting.

(screaming) (dramatic music)

Well I guess we won't be needing Caleb anymore.

The world is full of ingredients.

- Poor old Annie.

She didn't even have no relatives to claim her.

- My god.

It's pretty depressing.

You know Howard this place looks like it's been stripped.

- The coroner's office is probably holding everything.

- Howard.

Neither of us has mentioned it but isn't it coincidental?

- Being attacked by common housecats?

Well we both know there's a human hand in here somewhere.

- I knew we were thinking the same thing.

You know for as poor as Annie was

she bought the most expensive brand of pet food.

Look, Lotus, the same brand I feed baby son.

- You're right.

- Howard, what about Annie?

I mean since her body hasn't been claimed.

- Coroner says they found a spot for her

at Farewell Acres.

- Well even if we're right, why would the cats

suddenly turn into maneaters?

- I don't know.

Listen to this.

The cat in all its forms including the domesticated

house pet is very close to the savage state.

The old saying that one doesn't own a cat, it owns you,

IS very true.

They tolerate human beings only so long as it is

to their advantage to do so.

The tiger is called a man eating animal,

but it only becomes one after it has had

its first taste of human flesh.

Usually as a result of being too old to have

the necessary speed to run down the swifter animals

on which it ordinarily feeds.

The housecats we're dealing with having first

tasted flesh through this maybe?

Or from other sources?

React exactly like their wild cousins.

- Poor things.

Well what do we do now?

- I'm not sure the next step is up to us.

- But we just can't sit back and do nothing.

- Well let's let the police handle it.

- What do they know about animals?

Besides the problem is clinical, I'm convinced of it.

That is our field.

- Agreed.

- You know somehow this is tied into it.

Maybe if we visited the factory where it's made.

- The only address on the can is Los Angeles.

I checked the company in the phone book.

- Why don't we call the food adulteration agency?

They might be able to help us.

- Will you forget pet food for just one minute?

- Hello. - Hello.

We have an appointment to see Mr. Desisto.

- Your name please?

- Dr. Glass and Miss Robinson.

- Just have a seat and I'll tell him you're here.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Desisto I have this letter for the FDA.

- Oh.

- Would you like to check it please?

- Thank you Donna.

- Oh there's a Dr. Glass waiting for you.

- Oh yes I remember.

Incidentally Donna weren't you gonna leave early today?

- I wanted to finish the letter first.

I guess I'm ready now.

- Bye Donna.

- You can go in now.

- Thank you.

- Ah come in, come In.

Dr. Glass. - Hi, how are you?

- Bye Mike, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Really Dr. Glass.

Surely you must be mistaken.

- You said you've never heard of this company.

Could they be operating without your knowledge?

- Well on occasion someone will operate illegally

much as bootleggers do, but sooner or later we get them.

Using human flesh, unthinkable.

- We know it's a wild theory.

- [Mr. Desisto] Well, we'll analyze it, but--

(knocking) Come in.

- Excuse me sir, I double checked the files

and I came up with this.

- Oh is that everything?

- Yes sir, I think you'll find it very interesting.

- Thank you Mike.

Well.

Seems I was mistaken.

This is a preliminary application for a license

to process and sell pet food.

When it wasn't closed out, apparently the owner

changed his mind.

- Is there an address or a name you can give us?

- Let's see now.

Hmm. - Something wrong?

- I'm surprised, that's all.

This fella's been in the news quite a bit lately.

- Who?

- Fellow that disappeared recently, Carlton Babcock.

(suspenseful music)

(cat meowing)

- [Woman on TV] I think we'd better get there out of the way.

- [Man on TV] I've been waiting.

- [Woman] I had to make sandwiches.

Darling I don't believe it, it's a miracle.

- [Man] Just think baby.

This thing about a miracle could lose me the same way.

- [Woman] Just be careful please.

- [Man] Don't worry, you'll hear from me through Phil,

sit tight. - I will, but remember

not alone, you pick somebody to climb up that

mountain with you, promise me. - I will, I will.

Your perfume, that's the stuff I got you

at Christmas, isn't it?

(dramatic music)

- Angie? - What?

- Maybe we'd better let Desisto handle this.

- I have faith in you Howard, but you know

government red tape.

It might take months.

- You're right.

- Hello, can I help you?

- We're looking for Mrs. Babcock.

- Oh, I'm Mrs. Babcock.

- I'm Dr. Howard Glass Mrs. Babcock

and this is my nurse Miss Robinson.

- Hello.

- We've come to ask about your husband's business interests.

- Oh do you have news of my husband?

- I'm sorry.

- Oh dear.

Every time someone comes to my door I do have hope.

It's foolish, I suppose.

But he's been gone for such a long time!

- Mrs. Babcock, did your, does your husband

operate a pet food company?

- I think he did speak of one once.

- Would you happen to know the address?

- Oh heavens no, but Stanley Hovens,

Carlton's business manager would.

He's in the book.

Lovely, aren't they? - Very.

- Would you like one?

- Thank you.

- Oh let me see.

Ooh, better not give you that, it's a little bit of catnip.

- Catnip?

- Yes, those dear little pussycats

turn into tigers when they smell that,

they go absolutely wild.

You carry that and all the cats in town will

be chasing you.

(laughing)

- Now Mrs. Babcock, about your husband's pet food company?

- Well come to think of it he did say something

about giving up the idea.

Oh couldn't get the right sort of management.

Something of the sort.

(suspenseful music)

- You mean he sold it?

- Oh no, he just dropped it.

You know that is rare for him.

He's such a fine businessman.

Takes such good care of all his investments.

I'm glad he is, I'm afraid I don't have the head

for that sort of thing.

Do you know he carried large insurance policies

covering everything and everyone.

- I hope you have good news soon, Mrs. Babcock.

- Won't you stay and have a cup of tea?

I just love to talk.

- Oh well Howard?

- Maybe some other time, thank you.

- Yes, thank you anyway.

Bye. - Goodbye.

- Oh.

- [Woman] Joe, what happens if they find

that little boy right away?

- [Man] Don't worry about that, I'm not coming

back down the mountain. (cat meowing)

Good to kiss you, good to be with you.

- [Woman] Right there, first door on the left.

(cat meowing)

(screaming) (dramatic music)

- Don't worry about Willie, Tessie, I'm certain he's alright.

You know how those winos are.

- Hey there's a couple of people out front

looking for the owner.

- The owner's out of town, remember?

- Maybe they're cops.

- Pull yourself together man.

Wipe that guilty look off your face.

- What do we do?

- We'll talk to them, what else?

(suspenseful music)

- Our retail outlets are In markets.

The operation here is strictly wholesale.

- He won't eat anything else.

- Well Landau, this is Mr. and Mrs. Glass,

they want to buy a case of Lotus.

- Well your product is selling so fast Mr. Landau

that it's almost impossible to find it on the shelves.

- Yes, and we need a supply.

We're taking a trip and taking our kitty with us.

- I'm sorry, but we can't.

- Oh we know it's highly irregular,

but if you'd accommodate us, it would save us

quite a bit of time.

- Well I think we can accommodate you just this once.

Maltby, go in the back and get a case

and put it in their car.

- But we can't do that!

- [Landau] Maltby, go in the back, get a case,

and bring it out to their car.

- Thank you very much, we appreciate it.

You can put it on the back seat.

- We do try to help out our customers.

Maltby? - Yes?

- Excuse me just a moment.

- I don't like this.

- Shut up and get the case.

Make sure it's from the stock left

when Babcock was here.

- Oh you don't believe that cock and bull story

about going on a trip, do you?

They're suspicious, I can feel it in my bones.

- I'm sick of your bones!

Get on with it!

(footsteps tapping)

Come here, Maltby.

- Yeah?

What was that for?

- For being stupid!

Those two weren't cops!

- Well I can't help it, I don't like people snooping around!

Wasn't bad enough you had to buy corpses from Caleb.

Oh no, you had to go and kill old Willie!

- We killed Willie!

We're in this together every step of the way.

- It wasn't my idea it was yours!

- What about Carlton Babcock?

- Well that was an accident and you know it!

- You couldn't stand losing all that money

he was gonna give us to run this business.

You hit him!

You're responsible for all this!

Remember?

Remember Maltby?

Remember Maltby?

Remember Maltby?

Maltby, Mr. Babcock has something to tell you.

- Yeah?

- I reiterate.

I will not pursue this matter any further.

That's my final decision.

And I will not allocate one more dime

towards the operation of this factory.

- But we have an agreement!

- I hereby rescind our agreement.

You have involved me on a ruse on the grounds

of fraudulent mismanagement.

Now I'm severing relations with both of you

and furthermore I'm going to the police!

- You're not going anywhere. - Oh yes I am!

- No you're not!

- Yes I am, you've got-- (choking)

- You're not going to the police.

You are not going to the police.

You're not going to the police.

- Crazy.

- He was going to the police.

- He's dead.

Put him in the grinder.

- You can't put him in the grinder.

- No?

Watch me.

Come on, help me.

(dramatic music)

(grinding)

But we did get away with it Maltby, we did.

What could have been sweeter?

We chop him up and ship him out in cans.

And who would have thought it would lead us

on the road to riches,

that added ingredient turned out to be

a delicacy for felines?

- We can forget it Angie, they're all the same.

Nothing but fish and grains to me.

They've got some better test equipment down in lab three.

Why don't you send this down to David in the morning?

- Oh I was sure we were on the right track.

You know as gory as it seems I'm disappointed.

- Well you don't have any cadavers but you've got me.

- Speaking of you and cadavers doctor,

you have a major surgery in five hours.

So I suggest we go home and get some rest.

Let's give our patient a fighting chance, huh?

- You're saying I got my work cut out for me?

That was my little doctor type joke for the day.

- Stop joking doctor, let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(coffin creaking open)

- Oh not another one, Caleb.

- What are you babbling about?

- Well did you get a hold of him yet?

- Landau? - Yeah.

- No.

Something must have happened, but he'll call.

- Well he'd better.

With all those bodies in the room

there's no place for the son to lay down.

- That my supper? - Yeah.

- How you can eat that salty meat and then a meal

is beyond me.

- Don't gab at me woman, just fix it.

- Do this, do that, do this, do that.

One of these days when I'm dead and gone--

- You've come to the right place.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- Landau, this is Caleb.

You ain't been out to see me, what happened?

- Don't tell me you're lonesome.

- Just my pocketbook.

I've got too many guests in this hotel of mine.

When you checking some of them out?

- Pretty soon Caleb, I'll let you know.

- You wouldn't be thinking of cutting me out?

- You've got my word, Caleb.

I'll be paying you a visit any night now.

Haven't got a thing to worry about.

- I'll be expecting you.

I got several big deals all lined up.

- That crazy old creep ain't to be trusted.

- For once I agree with you.

- Well you gonna do something about it?

- Later.

First things first.

Come on.

- Now he's out to cause trouble.

Remember what I say!

- We got work to do.

(dramatic music)

(singing)

(cats meowing)

(grinding)

(suspenseful music)

- There were three more attacks last night,

all in Pasadena.

People are starting to put their pets to sleep.

- That's a shame.

- Howard it must be stopped.

Isn't there anything we can do about it?

- Well we tried everything Angie.

- Well why don't you call the man

at the food adulteration agency?

Maybe he's found out something by now.

- Okay, but I feel it's a waste of time.

You go get changed.

Hello, Mr. Desisto please.

Mr. Desisto, this is Dr. Howard Glass.

Excuse me for calling you again,

I was wondering whether you'd come up

with anything new on the Lotus pet food investigation.

- We checked the material that you brought in Dr. Glass

but according to FDA standards there was nothing

adulterous or harmful about it.

- I see.

Uh huh.

No we concur with your findings here sir.

Alright.

- One thing however.

Donna was attacked by her cat.

- I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- What's the report? - They're clean, Angie.

- I don't believe it.

- Ironic though. - What's that?

- Well Desisto's secretary was attacked

by her cat last night.

- Oh no.

Call it feminine intuition, call it anything you want.

But I know the answer is in that pet food factory

and I'm going down there.

- Nothing I say is gonna change your mind?

- Nothing.

- Okay but let's be sensible and go down there tonight

when no one's there.

(suspenseful music)

Hello, we're looking for Mr. Landau.

- Mr. Landau?

- She's a mute, she doesn't understand.

(suspenseful music)

- Howard, I'm not so sure I like this.

- It was your idea.

Oh I wish I knew what was on the other side of this door.

- Nothing that would interest you, Mr. Glass.

I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

How was your trip?

- Trip?

- You took your cat with you, remember?

- Oh well we returned sooner than we planned.

Urgent business.

- And we were hoping to buy another case of your product.

- It's a little late to be shopping, isn't it?

- You see honey, I told you they'd be closed.

You know how women are when they want something.

- I suggest you go to a market from now on.

- But you were so kind to sell us a case before we thought--

- You heard him, we ain't open for business.

- He's right, Mrs. Glass.

I'll say goodnight. - Landau!

- Say goodnight, Maltby.

- We're sorry we've been such a bother to you.

- Tessie will see you out.

You go home too, Tessie.

- Goodnight.

Come on dear.

- You ain't letting them go, are you?

They'll run straight to the cops!

- What do they know?

Follow them, get back here, and tell me where they went.

- Well ain't you coming?

- No, it's time I paid Caleb that visit.

Get going.

- Well I hope you know what you're doing.

- Caleb.

Just coming out to see you.

- Well I hope your appetite for playing detective's

been satisfied.

- Howard, did you see how nervous the other man was?

If he's so innocent why was he so much on edge?

- Maybe he drinks too much.

Come on Angie.

Forget it!

I'm satisfied, even if you're not.

- Howard, I think you're treating this thing

much too lightly.

- [Woman] Dr. Glass, please report to 314.

- Look I gotta run.

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Welcome to Farewell Acres, Mr. Landau.

About time you got here.

- I told you I was coming.

- You'd be surprised how it adds up.

I hope you got the money on you.

- Right here.

- From now on I want payment on delivery.

I want everything that's coming to me now!

- That's exactly what you'll get.

First help me load these bodies in the truck.

- That's exactly what Cleo said you'd say.

I want all the money, now.

- Well sure.

You didn't think I'd actually try to cheat you, did you?

My old friend Caleb?

Look, it's all right there.

Here, take it.

Put that gun away.

- You can have the money.

Don't kill me!

Please don't kill me!

- Wouldn't dream of it.

(gun fires) (dramatic music)

(screaming)

(geese honking)

(screaming)

(gun firing)

(gun fires)

(moaning)

(knocking)

(suspensful music)

(screaming)

- Angie?

David?

- Yeah. - Have you seen Angie?

- No, not since this afternoon.

- You mean you didn't see her tonight?

- No why is something wrong?

- Oh.

- You want me to have her paged?

- No that's okay, I'll take care of it.

(suspenseful music)

- Sure. - Thanks David.

Operator, get me the police department.

(dramatic music)

- You know about us, still think you found out?

- No, I don't know what you're talking about,

please let me go!

- You're a lousy little liar.

(screaming)

(intense heartbeat drumming)

(screaming)

Don't, don't scream.

(muffled screaming)

Don't, please don't, it wasn't my fault.

I don't wanna hurt you!

I don't want to hurt you.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Just want to hold you and have you hold me.

I just, I just want to touch you.

I want to hold you.

I'm no killer.

Sure you understand that.

Now if I take my hand away you won't scream, will you?

You won't scream again?

(screaming)

- Maltby!

You going somewhere, Maltby?

Got a going away present for you.

- No Leonard, no! (gun fires)

(grinding) (screaming)

- I'll send you through the grinder, Maltby.

And I'll watch the blades rip your body up

and tear you up, Maltby.

I'll help you because you're nothing Maltby,

you're cat food and not you!

Or Babcock or Caleb or Cleo's gonna stop me!

No one's gonna stop me Maltby, no one's gonna stop me!

I'll get it all!

The money, everything, because you're nothing!

(cats meowing)

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

(laughing)

(cats meowing)

- Angie!

(gun fires)

- Howard!

- You back for some more cat food, Mr. Glass?

I've got it for you right here.

(cat meowing)

(guns firing)

(choking)

- You alright doctor?

Think maybe you could use a doctor.

I'm Paul Donegan, special investigator.

I'm looking for Carlton Babcock.

- I think he was part of the introductory sale

of Lotus cat food.

(cats meowing)

(dramatic music)