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Shoot out the tires!

Cleo.

Cleo!

Okay, what do you want, Caleb?

I'm hungry.

NSupper's on the stove.

Ain't you got some jerky?

Oh, here.

You'll kill your appetite with this stuff!

A man's gotta have meat.

Well, I do the best I can.

I cook 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.

Well, he ain't even paid you for the first load yet.

He will.

If you ask me, he's leading you straight to hell.

I ain't asking you.

Miserable old bastard.

Aw, shut your mouth, old girl,

and stay out of my business!

Now gather up the tools and come on.

And stay out of my affairs!

Hurry up with my food.

Look, I'm hurrying, fast as I know how!

Come on, little baby.

Yes?

You pray for Mommy?

Mommy bring some food.

Here's your soup, pretty baby.

833 pounds

we got tonight.

Eat all your soup up for Mommy.

Mommy's little baby.

Makes a total of 2,485 pounds they owe me for.

Eat your soup, my pretty baby.

20 cents a pound, that's...

That's $497 they owe me.

And they better pay it up.

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 for 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.

Oh, don't do that there, Mr. Landau!

Besides, who else will hire me but you?

Get back to work and stop whimpering.

Yes sir, Mr. Landau.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You should've sacked him.

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

Oh, it's patriotic to hire oldsters.

Besides, someday I'll can him.

Anyways, they run cheap.

(knocking)

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 stumble around.

Tessie will never testify against us.

You think she suspects?

What's to suspect?

We're businessmen.

Forget it.

You never feel nothing, nothing down inside, do you?

Aw, what should I feel, huh?

Six months we couldn't get a rest,

and look at these orders.

Yeah, and that's another thing about it.

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 share.

It's all here.

Yeah, sure, but it's taking too long.

I need some walking-around money right now.

Okay.

That ought to tide you over.

Yeah, well, 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 this gotta go back in the business.

Oh sure, but...

Lookit, man.

Partners trust each other, right?

Six months will go just like that,

and then we're off to Europe.

Trust me.

Yeah, sure, but what if the cops find out

about Carlton Babcock?

Now how could they?

Besides, that's not the problem.

What we need is more sources for raw material.

We've got to get more product.

Well, should I call Caleb?

Yep, 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.

Dammit!

Tell Tessie to throw these lousy cats out!

Well, I'm not responsible for catching pussycats.

I didn't forget you, Baby-San.

Oh, you were hungry, weren't you?

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.

But it's just that when I lose one

it's like losing myself.

I'm sure you did everything you could.

Oh, I know I did.

I had the leads 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 yowling)

See?

Even Baby-San agrees.

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 love you lately?

Yesterday,

between a gall stone 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.

Ms. 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 screaming)

Baby-San!

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.

Ms. 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.

Ms. Robinson, please report to Dr. Littleton.

* Sleep, my little one

* Yes, my pretty one

* Sleep

* Yes, my little one

* Sleep, my little one

* Sleep

He's 125 pounds.

That one's 140.

I figure this one at 170.

I don't know.

Looks like a lot of bloat to me.

You ought to try lifting him up six feet.

You ought to see what...

Alright!

There's no point in haggling, Maltby.

Our friend Caleb is a good judge of dead weight.

170 pounds it is.

Take him 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's 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 bodies.

You'll be hearing from me,

and there'll be plenty of money for everybody.

Okay, Landau. We're ready.

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 will buy your bodies?

It works both ways.

Cleo!

Cleo!

Here.

Damn, that Caleb is money-hungry!

Gotta do something about him,

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 out of 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.

So that's about it, Harry.

I'll pay you 20 cents a pound, delivered 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, Monk.

You'll let me use your stooge?

Maltby?

Yeah, Maltby will be with you.

Come on, I'll show you the plan.

Let me introduce you to your new surroundings.

On your left, right,

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.

While Morty drains your little bloody veins,

I'll play a dirge for you.

That's a little mortician joke.

(laughs)

Ha ha, very funny.

I brought you 10 more cases of that pork-flavored fluid

we're using to replace the formaldehyde.

Oh, no.

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, a demonstration at pharmaceutical labs.

They have love-ins.

They have sit-ins.

We could call ours a vitamin.

That's a...

Yeah, I know. A mortician's joke.

Alright, let's settle up.

I've got some other accounts to see.

Morty, we have another guest.

Well, he'll have to wait.

What are you gonna do with all that money?

Oh, I'm going back to school.

You what?

I've decided to change my vocation.

I want to become a chef.

I love gourmet foods.

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 of none.

No, she lived in that room all by herself.

15 years I know of.

Never even got no mail.

Well, expect for them old age checks.

Well, how did it happen?

Well, she's sleeping, I guess,

and the 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 want to go look?

No, you go get him and bring him here.

Poor Annie.

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 if you want to run any more tests,

I'll be down in Lab Three until the end of my shift.

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.

What do you want?

Get back to work.

Work!

Leave her alone, Maltby.

No, I didn't hurt her none.

I told you I didn'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?

Just 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 'em sweat.

Well, what are we gonna do?

You worrying 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've 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 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.

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 house cats?

But we both know that 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-San.

You're right.

Howard, what about Annie?

I mean, since her body hasn't been claimed?

Coroner says they found a spot for her

in Farewell Acres.

But even if we're right,

why would the cats suddenly turn into man-eaters?

I don't know.

Well, 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 house cats we're dealing with,

having first tasted flesh through this, maybe,

or from other sources,

react exactly like their wild cousins.

Poor things.

But 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 Ms. Robinson.

Just have a seat and I'll tell him

you're here.

Thank you.

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

Would you like to check it, please?

Thank you, Donna.

Well, there's a Dr. Glass waiting for you, sir.

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. - [Angie] Thank you.

Come in, come in.

Dr. Glass.

Hi, how are you?

Bye, Michael, 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.

Well, we'll analyse it, but...

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 will 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.

But it wasn't closed out.

Apparently the owner changed his mind.

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

Well, let's see now.

Hmm.

Something wrong?

I'm surprised, that's all.

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

Who?

Fella that disappeared recently.

Carlton Babcock.

But I think we'd better get over there

out of the way.

Where have you been, I was waiting.

I had to make sandwiches.

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

That's right, baby.

We're stained by a miracle, and you'll lose me the same way.

Just be careful please.

Don't worry, you'll hear from me through Phil.

Now 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 that Christmas, isn't it?

Angie?

What?

Maybe we'd better let Desisto handle this?

I have faith in him, 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, Ms. Robinson.

Hello.

Now, we've come to ask

about your husband's business interests.

Oh, 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.

Oh, would you happen to know the address?

Oh heavens, no!

But Stanley Hovens, Carlton's business manager, would.

He's in the book.

Now let me see...

Whoo, better not give you that,

it's a little bit of catnip!

Catnip?

Yes, those dear little pussycats turn into psychos

when they smell that.

They go absolutely wild.

You carry that, and all the cats in town

would be chasing you.

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.

You mean he sold it?

Oh no, he just dropped it.

You know, that is rare for him.

He's such a fine businessman.

He 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.

Well, Howard?

Maybe some other time.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you anyway.

Goodbye. [Howard] Goodbye.

Oh.

Joe, what happens if they find

that little boy right away?

I have to kiss you.

I've got to be with you.

Back there, first door on the left.

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'll we do?

We'll talk to them, what else?

Our retail outlets are in market,

so the operation here is strictly wholesale.

He won't need anything else.

Well, Landau, this is Mr. And Mrs. Glass.

They want to buy a case of Lotus.

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!

Maltby, go in the back, get a case,

and bring it out to their car.

Thank you very much.

We appreciate it.

Oh, you can put it on the backseat.

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.

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!

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.

It 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!

Well, 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?

Maltby, Mr. Babcock has something to tell you.

Yeah?

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 relationships with both of you

and furthermore, I'm going to the police!

- You're not going anywhere. - [Carlton] Oh yes, I am!

- No, you're not! - [Carlton] Yes I am, you're...

You're not going to the police.

You are not going to the police.

You're crazy.

Well, 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!

But we did get away with it, Maltby.

We did.

What could have been sweeter?

We'd 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 at Lab Three.

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

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 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 saying I got my work cut out for me?

(chuckles) That was my little doctor-type joke for the day.

Stop joking, Doctor.

Let's go.

Oh, not another one, Caleb.

What are you babbling about?

Well, did you get ahold 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

and no place for yourself to lay down.

Got 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!

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

You've come to the right place.

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 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.

You 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.

But first things first.

Come on.

Now, he's apt to cause trouble.

Remember what I say.

We've got work to do.

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 if you've 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.

[Angie] 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 to,

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.

Hello, we're looking for Mr. Landau.

Mr. Landau?

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

Howard.

I'm not so sure I like this.

It was your idea.

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.

Well, 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!

Oh, 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.

I was 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?

Well, maybe he thinks 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.

Dr. Glass, please report to 314.

Look, I gotta run.

Welcome to Farewell Acres, Mr. Landau.

It's 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, I got it.

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

My old friend Caleb?

Lookit, 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!

I wouldn't dream of it.

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?

No.

You want me to have her paged?

No, that's okay.

I'll take care of it.

- Sure. - [Howard] Thanks, David.

Operator, give me the police department.

You know about us.

How did you find out?

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

Please let me go!

You're a lousy little liar.

Don't. Don't scream!

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.

I just want to hold you

and then have you hold me.

I just want to touch you.

I want to hold you.

Landau never did.

I'm no killer.

Surely you understand that.

Now, if I take my hand away,

you won't scream, will you?

You won't scream again?

Maltby!

You going somewhere, Maltby?

I've got a going-away present for you.

No, Landau, no!

Help me!

Help you, Maltby?

I'll help you.

I'll help stuff you in the grinder, Maltby,

and I'll watch the blades scoop 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

is 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!

Angie!

Howard!

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

I've got it for you right here!

You alright, Doctor?

I 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.

The Corpse Grinders!

Do you know what this is?

It's a corpse-grinding machine,

a diabolical contraption that turns human bones and flesh

into screaming, savage blood death.

What kind of madness

would profit from the helpless victims

already interred for their final peace?

No money, no meat.

Sure, Caleb.

You'll get everything that's coming to you.

Don't ever try and cheat me, Landau.

The cops might be interested in knowing

what you're doing with them bodies.

What kind of mind takes from the grave

the bone and flesh remains

of the sacred dead?

She's so young!

What are you nuts?

That's a corpse, now get going.

Cats become savage killers

when they eat human flesh.

Well, the sample wasn't really large enough

to be definitive,

but yeah, it could be human.

You know somehow this is tied into it.

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

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But I know the answer is in that pet food factory.

And I'm going down there.

You'll witness blood-curdling horror

when you meet The Corpse Grinders!

Angie!

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