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Now this is something quite spectacular.

It's from Brazil.

Come on.

Come on.

Isn't that an absolutely
exquisite piece?

Yeah, but I was looking
for something a bit more

suspenseful.

All right, nobody move!

Purse on the counter, lady!

Come on.

You wanna be dead?

Here's the chance of a lifetime.

- Please don't.
- On the floor, grandma.

You, on the rug.

Ah, you cheap old bitch.

Quit dickin' around, smitty.

Come on!

You idiot.

What are you doing?

Just lookin'.

You asshole.

Shut your mouth and fill the bag.

Doug.

Doug.

What?

I thought that we were
going plain clothes today.

Why didn't you tell me
we were going undercover?

You didn't ask.

Why, what's the matter, rog?

I look like an FBI agent
on a Rose bowl float.

You look great, man, relax.

Five Adam 38.

Doug.

- Five, Adam, 38.
- Doug.

Dispatcher.

Five Adam 38, please respond.

Five Adam 38, what?

2-11 in
progress at Melrose place.

Proceed immediately.

You didn't say, "may I."

Woo!

All right, kick-ass dirty Harry.

Hate to lose 'em this time.

Roger, Roger, but you can't
get 'em if you're dead, man.

Good morning, detective.

Got a bit of a situation here.

- That being?
- 2-11.

Perps in the jewelry store
with automatic weapons.

We're gonna take 'em when
they exit the premises.

Couldn't have said it
better myself, lieutenant.

Come on, come on.

Think it's our cash and dash boys?

I wouldn't know.

Who else would pull a
clown-ass stunt like this, Roger?

How much you figure is here?

Too much, leave it.

Freeze, drop your weapons!

Ahh!

Ah, ah!

Ahh!

Hey Roger, a little too
early in the morning for this,

isn't it?

Why aren't these guys dead?

We've hit 'em about 50 times each.

Maybe they're just flesh wounds.

Will you cover me, please?

Can I borrow your car, lieutenant?

Absolutely not!

Come on.

Come on, come on!

Come on, you!

Shit!

Uh oh.

Get a doctor.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain disgusting.

Are you sure that's necessary?

You can't be too careful.

Mortis!

You're the craziest,
stupidest, most dumb fuck-stunt

I ever saw.

No, please, don't thank me, lieutenant.

I get my thanks from helping others.

You better believe the
captain's gonna hear about this.

Gee, you think he'll
want a word with us?

Unauthorized use of a city vehicle.

Reckless endangerment
of property and lives.

Use of a non regulation firearm.

That was me, not bigelow, sir.

Disrespectful conduct,

flippant and tasteless verbal remarks.

That was me.

And 18 parking tickets
so far this month.

Need I point out that you guys are already

on probation twice?

And that this morning's cowboy adventure

puts both of you on the
endangered species list,

and that your badge is
going to the shitter

if you screw up just one more time.

Captain, this man deserves a medal,

and I think I deserve
one for saving his life.

Look, I couldn't help noticing

that in spite of herdzog's whining,

you guys did the job, he didn't.

So, I'm prepared to
cut you a little slack.

Thank you, sir.

But it would be nice
if you could earn it

by nailing the rest of
these cash-and-dash fuckers

to the wall with a 12-inch railroad spike.

We're working on that, sir.

Work harder!

Fine man, captain mayberry,

make a really good gym teacher.

Just be glad we're still employed.

Call me Thursday.

I love this job, Roger.

I love the power, I
love the little badges,

I love being a human target
for anyone within sniping range

of a donut shop.

It does have its perks.

So what have you learned from this

little adventure, Dorothy?

Well, so far we've had six robberies.

Three banks, two jewelry
stores, and a goldsmith shop.

All in the past three weeks

and all in the same nine-block radius.

A Beverly Hills jewelry store robbery

ended in bloodshed today,

part of what police are
calling the most violent string

of robberies in city history.

Six incidents in the last two weeks

have been linked to these so
called cash-and-dash gang,

which has thus far eluded
capture, although two of its

alleged members were killed
in today's battle with police.

Hey Roger, how many you
think are in the gang?

It's hard to say.

Descriptions are always different

so there's gotta be a bunch of 'em.

Maybe they take turns.

Yeah, you sure it's the same folks?

The mos are the same.

Perpetrators are heavily
armed and work in pairs,

often striking in broad daylight

in reckless disregard for
their personal safety.

Yeah, and if you shoot
'em, they don't die.

Some drugs do that.

Pcp users can shrug off all
sorts of physical trauma.

Yeah, but bullets, rog?

It's possible.

Eh, that's bullshit man.

Mortis.

It's smythers,
I've got something for you.

Get down to the morgue as fast as you can.

Do you ever wonder about
your death day, Roger?

Let's say your death day was,

I don't know, April 23rd,
and somehow you knew that.

You could have a death day party.

You have passed weird, bigelow.

You're approaching degenerate.

You can get totally ripped, man.

Pig out, invite all your friends,

get yourself a beautiful lady, right?

And right in the heat of
passion, just as you're...

Sorry, did I interrupt
last night's conquest?

Hardly.

Hi, Roger.

Hello, Rebecca.

So how have you been?

I have a home phone, Roger.

Using the mutilated remains of street scum

as an excuse to ask after
my health is not exactly

what I would call thoughtful.

And you call me degenerate.

So what's the story on these John does?

What's so unbelievable?

I'll show you.

Hey, nice shot, rog.

Thanks, is there
enough here to identify?

I wondered that myself.

The teeth and fingerprints
are practically worthless,

but I noticed one thing.

What?

Stitches.

You can see where the cut was made,

traversing the sternum

and incised with an electric saw.

They had surgery?

Nope,

they had autopsies.

They've been here before, fellas.

I certified them myself.

I even took pictures.

John Doe number
87, and Jane Doe number 243

awaiting pick up...

Well, we all make
mistakes, Dr. smythers.

Dr. mcnab, I am not
in the habit of signing

a death certificate for someone
who just doesn't feel well.

Well I would hope not,

but the fact remains that
either you screwed up

or these two boys got
up after you were done

and strolled out of here.

I never forget a body, doctor.

Well, in five years she'll
be damn good, but right now,

she's too quick to jump
to fanciful conclusions

without really digging for the truth,

and that, gentlemen, is what
autopsies are all about.

Asshole.

- I beg your pardon?
- It's fascinating.

- Yes, isn't it?
- Well you've got to admit,

it is very strange.

Strange, yes.

Excuse me.

Hey, doctor, what is this for anyway?

You wouldn't wanna know.

Knock knock.

Come to read me my rights?

Was that one sugar or two?

Two, but I gave it up.

I thought we gave those up, too.

Yeah, well I kicked one bad habit

and picked up another.

Whoa, hey.

I came in here to give
you some moral support.

Don't you believe in fish that swim?

No, they're just as pretty
and I don't have to feed them.

What about those corpses,
do you believe me?

There's definitely something
very weird going on here.

Look, is there anything else

that you find strange about these guys?

You mean besides the fact
that they won't stay dead?

- Yeah.
- Yes,

I did turn up something
unusual in their skin tissue.

Like what?

Trace quantities of sulfathiazole,

a drug once used in bacterial infections.

It's pretty severe stuff.

Dante pharmaceuticals.

Recent purchaser of 50
kilos of sulfathiazole.

You do the talking, Roger, I'm not sure

how to phrase this.

Well let's just tell the truth.

We're looking for someone
who hijacks dead bodies

and brings them back to
life to Rob jewelry stores.

Good afternoon.

Police detectives mortis and bigelow.

Good afternoon, police
detectives mortis and bigelow.

Sorry to interrupt your erection, pal,

but we'd like to speak with the
management of this facility.

Miss James at the front, please.

Thank you.

Mm.

What can I do for you?

I'm detective mortis and this
is detective bigelow, LAPD.

Do you manage this facility?

I'm in charge of public relations.

Randi James.

How do you do?

What's this all about, officer?

Well we're not at Liberty
to disclose the details,

miss James, but we are
interested in a recent purchase

you made of a drug called sulfathiazole.

And if you know any zombies.

Beg your pardon?

What's the drug typically used for?

Quite a number of things.

Let me show you our basic product line.

Most of our products are
over-the-counter items,

not terribly interesting to the layman.

Cosmetics, personal hygiene,
toiletries, and so on.

Items everyone uses but
nobody likes to talk about.

Tampons, hemorrhoid
cream, stuff for crabs.

Among others.

Hello.

Hi.

I'm gonna do some research, Roger.

Right this way, gentlemen.

All of our products
are thoroughly tested

before release to general public.

Great, the dog gets skin
cancer so we don't have to.

You were telling us about sulfathiazole.

Oh, yes.

Nothing really special about it.

It was widely used up until
the 40s when it was replaced

by other compounds, and
well, we still use it

as an antiseptic agent and
an herbal skin ointment.

I hope I don't offend you, but

you ever seen these guys before?

Ugh.

Never.

No, I can't say I regret it either.

Hey, what's that?

Sad, but necessary.

When we have to kill an
animal, it goes in here.

The room is airtight

and a piston evacuates
the air in a period of a

few seconds.

The animal perishes quickly and quietly.

Didn't I see one of these at Disneyland?

Well, that's just about it, gentlemen.

I don't know if I've been any help to you.

Hey, what's in here?

Toxic waste products.

Properly disposed of, I assure you.

I think that's all we need to see.

You know, miss James,

I gotta take a leak so
bad my teeth are floating.

Is there a little boy's room around here?

I just gotta pee pee.

Down the hall.

Just give me a sec.

No admittance my ass.

What the hell is this?

Ah!

Well, thanks for all
your help, miss James.

Not at all.

A neanderthal?

Yes, but a nice neanderthal.

It's all right.

The world's full of them.

No!

Excuse me!

Huh! Hey!

Wait!

What is this thing?

Very ugly.

Doug!

Doug!

Help!

Doug!

Doug!

Dou-!

Doug!

Roger!

What's going on here, Doug?

I heard on the radio there was a shooting.

Doug, where's Roger?

He, uh,

got locked in the decompression room.

Died the way dogs are supposed to die.

If I had just got that fucking door open.

I have to see him, Doug.

God, Roger, you thought
you were indestructible.

What exactly happened here, Doug?

Forget it, Becky, you
wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

They must use the sulfathiazole
as some sort of preservative

until they get them on here.

Becky, can we just get the
hell out of here, please?

This is how they do it, Doug.

This is how they resurrect the dead.

Get outta here.

Looks like he's in
remarkably good condition.

He's dead, Becky.

It doesn't matter, Doug.

Someone has found a way
to revitalize dead tissue,

the way a starfish grows new limbs.

After all, what really
separates life from death?

But the soul, Becky,
what about the soul?

Looks like they may have found
a way around that too Doug.

What if he wakes up
like some mindless idiot?

Then I hope you'll
shoot him in the head.

Thanks a lot.

Hi guys.

You're alive!

Of course I'm alive.

I must have taken a hell of a shot there.

Hey, uh, Roger,

Roger how you feeling?

I feel...

Hey, what is this place?

What are you doing here, Rebecca?

Roger, we'll explain that to you later,

but please just tell us how you feel.

Well, come to think of it I,

I feel terrific.

I feel incredible.

Woo, it's great to be alive!

Mortis, I thought you were dead!

Oh, sorry to disappoint you, doctor.

What's the last thing you remember?

Well, we were uh...

We were at the research place
and we were looking around.

And Doug was fighting this thing.

I got locked in that room and,

I guess I must'veve blacked out.

It was like I was rushing toward this

weird light or something.

Then I looked down and I saw myself.

My body.

Just lying there.

But when I reached out to touch it, it was

like I got hit with 10 thousand volts.

Well, it's uncommon
but it's happened before.

Clinically dead people reviving
in the last possible moment.

Roger was dead for an hour.

What?

Don't you see, we
literally brought him back.

Oh my god.

What is it?

I'm not getting a heartbeat.

Don't be ridiculous.

May I borrow those, please?

Well, obviously there's
something wrong with this thing.

Would you
give me that damn thing.

Something wrong it.

You're faking it.

He's faking it.

I don't know what's going on here

but I want mortis back in
the lab for some tests.

He doesn't need tests, he's, he's dead.

Dead!

That's ridiculous.

Becky, we've both seen
this guy shit faced.

He's looked a hell of a lot worse.

Listen, this is crazy, I
never felt better in my life.

Without a heartbeat,
that's hard to believe.

Dr. smythers, I have two
corpses in the next room

that I doubt are going to make a comeback.

Now, you know where I am

after you finish with this nonsense.

Gee.

My god, you're cold.

Ow!

What the hell is this?

I cut the artery, how
come I'm not bleeding?

Now, wait a minute.

I'm no deader than you are.

Roger, it's the resurrection machine.

I still don't believe it.

I'm sorry, Doug, I just don't believe it.

Minute by minute, Roger,
that's the only way to take this.

It's the only way to live, anyhow.

Easy for you to say.

Roger, you haven't
heard the worst of it.

I'm dead, Rebecca, how
much worse can it get?

I've been scanning the lab report.

The resurrection process has
an unfortunate side effect.

Which is what?

Progressive decay of reanimated tissue.

Irreversible cell damage.

You've got 10 to 12 hours tops.

And then what?

All of the cells of
your body will dissolve

into a kind of organic stew.

Becky, can't you just pop
him back in for a recharge?

This thing isn't a toaster oven, Doug.

Come back to the lab,
maybe we can do something.

The most important thing
for me to do right now

is to nail whoever did this to me.

You understand that, don't you?

Personally rip his heart
out with my bare hands, Roger.

Hold the heart in the palm of my hand

and we'll watch it stop beating together.

That's good, Doug, but
let's find him first.

Where do we start?

Let's find randi James.

Roger.

We'll meet you at the lab.

10 to 12 hours.

Don't throw it away.

You know the weird thing is,

I feel fine.

I feel like I could run
in the Boston marathon.

No, you couldn't, Roger,
it's not open to dead people.

You think they check?

Oh, they're very strict now.

Oh shit.

What's the matter?

Find me a drugstore.

I gotta fix my face.

So, what color'd you get?

Uh...

Mulberry wine.

It's a good choice.

Brings out your eyes.

Go to hell.

Missed a spot.

Where?

Right there.

Don't touch it, I
almost got it straight here.

I love it when you get angry.

How do women do this?

I don't know, tribal memory I guess.

Looks guilty to me.

Let go of me.

- Going on a trip?
- Is it any of your business?

What happened to you?

Cut myself shaving.

Mind if we ask you a
whole lot of questions?

Look, I don't know anything about

what happened in there today.

L, I got scared and I left, okay?

Let's talk about it inside.

Hey, nice pad.

Now, would you mind telling us

what this is all about?

I told you!

I'm their public relations person.

At least I was until you two showed up.

How about if I work her over a bit?

Oh, I get it

you're the tough cop

and your partner here, he's the nice cop

because he's not too
scary with lipstick on.

Miss James, I got locked in that room

where they kill the
animals and some nutcase

decompressed me, so I am
not in a very good mood.

Now, all I want is to find him.

I'm truly sorry

but I can't help you.

I don't know anything.

Hey, get out of there!

Oh, looks like the
lady's going somewhere.

Extra panties.

Dead giveaway.

Where were
you headed, miss James?

Away from here.

Hey, what's this?

That's personal.

Must be a tape
machine around here somewhere.

Geh-eh.

There we go.

We have something on the monitor, captain.

Princess.

This may be the last time
that I ever talk to you

and I want you to know certain
things that I was unable

to say until now.

Are you all right?

Yeah!

Remember the good old days
when guns killed people?

You're just jealous, that's all!

Go for the door!

When?

Now!

- Where's this go?
- Out back to the patio!

Shit.

That's really disgusting.

What the hell is going on?

It kind of looks like
somebody wants you dead.

Just about managed it, too.

But why, I didn't do anything!

Maybe it's what you know.

I don't know a god damn thing.

I play tour guide and
I write press releases.

Roger, you were
underwater in that jacuzzi

for five straight minutes.

That's right, I was.

Can you teach my
girlfriend how to do that?

Damn.

They're dead.

They always die on me.

I'd say there were
extenuating circumstances.

Oh, you don't understand.

The blue damsels are my favorite.

My favorites always die.

Princess, I hope you
understand what I am trying

to tell you.

Yeah, I recognize that guy.

Further questions,
just contact my lawyer

and always remember how,

how very special you are.

That's Arthur loudermilk.

Didn't he just die?

Two weeks ago.

He's my father.

Hey, why aren't you dead?

Or even hurt?

Kind of a long story.

They can't kill me.

I'm dead already.

I'm a walking corpse
just like those killers.

This is nonsense, I
can't deal with this.

Well you're gonna have to deal with it!

Look, miss James,

we need your help

and I think that you need ours too.

Please.

All right.

Dante pharmaceuticals was my
father's private think tank.

Anything that interested him from

mosquitoes to micro chips,
they researched it for him.

So he bankrolled the
resurrection process?

No!

He wouldn't. Use human leftovers

to Rob jewelry stores?

Go ahead.

Well, last week I did deliver some

sulfathiazole to a guy
named thule in Chinatown.

Where in Chinatown?

Would you like me to write it down?

You don't have to,
you're coming with us.

Oh, forget it, I know my rights.

Are you sure?

Let me remind you just in case.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you.

What are you doing?

Right now, you are our primary suspect.

Now, would you rather come with us

or cool your heels in jail?

All right.

Hey Roger, maybe you oughta get yourself

a change of clothes.

Being dead isn't something
you should advertise.

I might have something in my closet.

Something for that unexpected
overnight guest, miss James?

From an ex-boyfriend, Mr. bigelow.

A very ex.

Ah!

You okay in there, Roger?

Great.

Fabulous.

Not a word.

How many tickets is
that this month so far?

What the hell do you care?

Good point.

Rog, there's a place here
that's got great egg rolls.

- Doug.
- Egg foo young?

Doug, let's talk to this
guy first and eat later, okay?

I'm dying for some chop suey.

This is great, I am starving.

Good afternoon, police
detectives mortis and bigelow.

We'd like to speak to Mr. thule, please.

Good afternoon, police
detectives mortis and bigelow.

We'd like to speak with Mr. thule, please.

Yaa-hah!

Listen mongo, we're cops,

and if thule's not out here in 10 seconds,

we're gonna kick some honorable ass.

Aw, miss James.

Always a pleasure.

Mr. thulee, something
terrible has happened.

Yes I know.

Are these your friends,
the police detectives?

Got it right the first time, pops.

We're looking for the
man who takes deliveries

from Dante pharmaceuticals.

You have found him.

How may I help you?

What did Dante send you?

Nothing of any importance.

Maybe more important than you think.

Your friend takes one more
step, he'll find himself dead.

Life and death are both expressions

of the same eternal spirit.

You oughta write fortune cookies, pal.

Let me illustrate.

Ah!

I don't know what it is

but suddenly I've lost my appetite.

What's this, what is this?

Ow!

That's it, from now on I'm a vegetarian.

All right.

This little piggy's going to market.

That's gross.

Get off!

Hiyah!

Yah!

You're kidding.

Just one shot?

They're not all zombies, Doug.

How do you fight this thing?

Maybe we could drown it in a1 sauce.

Oh no.

Thule's gone.

Guy makes one hell of
a diversion, doesn't he?

Hey, you're hurt.

Lady, I'm fucking dead.

Well, that doesn't give
you the right to be rude.

You know, you can
never find anything good

until you really trash a place.

Stumbling over any clues, detectives?

Zombie duck heads.

What a concept.

This could replace the whoopee cushion.

Imagine what you could
do with a search warrant.

Hey, Doug.

Doug.

Take a look at this.

Dates and initials.

What do you think it means?

I don't know, but that last one, apl?

Arthur p. Loudermilk.

My father.

Oh god, you're right.

He died on June 12th.

This is a list of death dates.

These folks are all recently deceased.

Who do you think they were?

One way to find out.

You're quite the seamstress.

Just hope it doesn't get infected.

Yeah, well I'll take my chances.

After you.

Thank you.

So this is what a
library looks like, huh?

You know, I've never
seen one of these things

from the inside?

Okay.

These should cover the dates in question.

I got dibs on march.

It's amazing that people who
died in the last three months

are people I never even heard of.

Here's one.

George Nelson canfield, the denim king.

Inventor of sweat-to-fit blue jeans.

Died February 12th.

Oh crap.

What is it?

The Lakers won yesterday

but they didn't make the point spread.

I had 10 bucks riding on that game.

Here's another one.

Oliver lang, microchip wizard.

March 4th.

Here's another.

Howard davison, commodities
broker, April 3rd.

You see any pattern?

They all sound like a
bunch of wussies to me.

Guessing they all had a
nice hunk of disposable cash

when they kicked off.

So, rich dead people, what does it mean?

I'm not sure

but it looks like your father
was one of the victims.

That's crazy.

Well, this is not what
you'd call a routine case.

I guess they can have
their obituaries back.

Hey, rog, what's up man?

You look all freaked out all of a sudden.

These obituaries.

They're writing new ones all the time.

They're writing mine.

Hey now, take it easy.

Roger mortis.

Beloved husband of nobody, father of none,

who always thought he'd go
out in a Blaze of glory.

Roger.

I gotta get out of here.

Roger.

Roger!

Hey!

Roger!

Hey, rog, that was quite a chase.

Not bad for a guy in your condition.

I guess being dead agrees with you.

Come on, rog, we don't got time for this.

I can't do it.

I can't live a lifetime in six hours.

Nobody's got all the
time they need, Roger.

Nobody.

You remember when we were in training?

They always told us
you can't be a good cop

if you're a dead cop.

Here's your chance to prove 'em wrong.

You're good

and you're dead.

I'm good and I'm dead.

Come on, rog.

Let's go find those suckers
and trash their ass, man.

Come on, rog.

[T's asses, it's plural.

It's plural?

You know what I heard once?

What's that?

I heard that the population
of the world is so big now

that half of all the people who ever lived

are still alive today.

- Come on.
- It's true.

If you took all the people
who've died since the beginning

of history and all the people
who are alive right now,

be about the same number.

So if anybody ever asked
ya when you're gonna die,

you can just say, well, I don't know,

so far it's only happened to half of us.

Not only that, if you
multiply the population

of Rhode Island by the square
root of my ex wife's weight...

Well, you two sure know how
to show a girl a good time.

Don't mention it.

Roger!

I think I may have some good news.

Rebecca smythers, randi James.

- Hello.
- Well, you work here?

Yes, actually I do.

Rebecca's an expert in all
sorts of forensic pathology.

My, what a unique accomplishment.

Brr, chillier than usual in here today.

Wherever did you find
the time to make such

a nice new friend?

Randi was head of PR
for Dante pharmaceuticals.

I see.

So what's the big news, Becky?

Sit up on the table.

Some shirt.

Unbutton it.

Roger you've been shot!

Oh yeah, I meant to tell you about that.

It's amazing you lived
as long as you did.

So how you feeling?

Great.

Picture of health.

Subject mortis comma Roger.

Post-mortem follow up July
6th approximate time, 18:45.

Do you have to talk into that thing?

This is not an autopsy.

Hey, rog, you are dead.

This is a morgue.

She is a coroner.

Thanks.

87.2 degrees fahrenheit.

Since you died you've
been steadily cooling off.

So what's the verdict?

How long have I got not to live?

Well, decomposition is
progressing more rapidly

than I'd hoped.

It's even starting to show in your face.

I'd say maybe three or four hours.

What the hell am I doing here?

Roger, I think I can buy you a chance.

I found something in Dante's files

about a special process
they've been testing

to extend the resurrection
period beyond 12 hours.

Can you guarantee that?

No.

Then I can't take that chance.

But Becca, it's my job.

Your job?

Christ!

Haven't you learned anything?

You spent 10 years out on
the street risking your neck

and now you're dead and
it's still not enough.

Well, I guess I'm just
a glutton for punishment.

So you two, what's next?

I'm gonna take a look
at loudermilk's grave.

Why don't you pay a call
on loudermilk's lawyer?

We'll hit the cemetery and
meet you back at randi's.

If you don't mind, I
think I'll skip the trip

to my father's resting place.

Oh I mind very much.

I want you where I can see you.

Miss James.

That chick digs me.

I could tell.

I'm not giving up hope, Roger.

You go ahead man, I'll catch
up with you later at randi's.

Okay.

Hey, nice wheels.

There must be a lot of money
in carving up dead people.

A little early for your
post-mortem aren't you, detective?

Just stopped by to reserve a body bag.

Oh, that's.

I love that guy.

I can tell.

Just over there on the right, Roger.

Maybe I should pick one out.

I wonder if they take mastercard.

Nice place to spend the rest of your life.

Swaying palms and smell of Jasmine,

quiet neighbors.

Very funny, Roger.

Roger!

What is it?

Shooting star.

So now what?

I haven't got a key.

Allow me.

Isn't that illegal?

Yeah.

Looks like he's resting comfortably.

What's your real relationship
with loudermilk, randi?

What do you mean?

Outside it says Arthur p. Loudermilk,

beloved husband of Loretta.

It doesn't mention any darling daughter.

All right.

I met him in the hospital.

I was there for drug rehab
and he took me under his wing.

The daughter he never had?

Yeah.

Yeah, and he got me that great house

and set me up with a job at Dante and,

and I, I bet he never even
knew what kind of shake hole

he was dropping me in.
So this whole zombie thing

came as a complete surprise to you?

I swear.

You believe me, don't you?

Looks like he
left something for us.

Doug oughta be back my now.

He knew how
desperately his brother tried to

reach him... - Home sweet home.

- Doug must've left the TV on.
- All about what happened

in Mrs. Phillip's apartment.

I found Joe
journals, Mrs. Phillip's.

He's been dead for five months.

And he
didn't steal a Phillip's safe.

No, he didn't,
but you could've stolen it.

I'll see if he's in the kitchen.

How dare you.

You knew who
I was when I came here today

but you were surprised to
see me alive, weren't you?

But I'm not alive, Mrs. Phillips.

Sure, I can stand here and talk to you,

I can breathe and I can
move, but I'm not alive

'cause I did take that poison,
and nothing can save me.

What are you going to do?

I kill you
now, I have nothing to lose.

No, no
you've gotta listen to me.

You've gotta give me a chance.

But I didn't have a chance.

Oh god.

Roger.

It's Doug.

Let's get him down.

Randi?

Randi?

I'm sorry, Roger.

I didn't wanna tell you.

I didn't think you'd understand.

What are you talking about?

1, uh,

lied about the drugs.

I was in the hospital because I was

dying too.

I was dead.

What do you mean?

They brought me back,
Roger, just like you,

only they said I'd have a normal lifespan

as long as I helped them.

Helped who?

They lied to me.

Who, randi?

I'm sorry, Roger.

Ugh.

I'm sorry, Roger.

Please forgive me.

Hello, this is Rebecca.

Rebecca, listen.

I'm not here to take your call

but leave me a message and
I'll get back to you later on.

Rebecca, Doug's dead.

Randi's dead.

I wish...

Well, I wish...

Wait a minute.

Numbers to letters, numbers to letters.

Body.

Damn, that's it!

Roger!

What are you doing here?

What do you think, mcnab?

You'd have to be more
specific than that.

Okay, you want specific, here it comes.

You killed me,

and you killed Doug, and
maybe you didn't kill randi,

but you shoulda had the
decency to let her stay dead.

What on earth are you talking about?

Revenge, mcnab, and
you're on the receiving end

unless you come up with
some real fast answers.

But, but this doesn't make
any sense, I was helping you.

I don't think so.

Loudermilk's think tank built a machine

for resurrecting people

and you've been trying
it out, haven't you?

That's absurd.

Oh, of course, Roger,
you're losing your mind.

Your brain is deteriorating.

When you buried him alive,

loudermilk wanted to
point the finger at you,

but he was afraid to write "it's mcnab"

in case you came back and erased it,

so he tried something
just a little bit subtler.

It's a coded message

using the numbers to letters
scheme found on any telephone.

Here's what it spells.

Body doc.

Sounds a bit like you, doesn't it?

Well, that's what happens
when you die, Roger.

Your synapses misfire,
leading to all sorts of

demented conclusions.

My mind, mcnab, has never been sharper.

Neither has my aim.

Son of a bitch.

How many others have
you buried alive, mcnab?

Canfield, the blue-jeans king,

Oliver lang, Howard Preston?

You take their money and you
brick them up, is that it?

That's a lie!

Nice watch.

Nice ring, too.

I got a hell of a hunch, if we wanted to,

we could trace 'em both back
to those jewelry store holdups.

Hey, hey, hey!

Give me that!

When you resurrected those
robbers, you wanted to test it.

So you sent 'em out to do what
they do best, Rob something,

and when I stumbled onto
all this, you murdered me.

Circumstantial evidence.

Wouldn't hold up in any court.

I'm not waiting for any courts, mcnab.

Roger, Roger!

I can help you.

Like you helped randi James?

Good evening, doctor.

Well, it's about time!

Where the hell you been?

This bastard almost killed me!

Now give me my diamond ring.

You see, Roger, every
job has its little perks.

It just takes a while to discover them.

No amount of money's gonna make up for

what happens to you, mcnab.

It seems our detective is
in rather poor condition.

Not as poor as you'll be, thule.

Silence him.

Thank you.

How do you wish this man killed?

Roger, I've come to love you like a son.

You're honest, trustworthy, dependable

like a friggin' boy scout.

Ironic isn't it, Roger?

You're gonna spend your
last moments on earth,

inches from freedom,

right here in front of the county morgue.

For this very reason, doctor,
we should waste no time.

Yeah, yeah, put him in the Van!

Lock him to the side rail.

I hope you don't mind
sharing the bed space.

Yes, I know it's a nuisance,

but then smythers was always a nuisance.

I'll send you to hell, mcnab.

You can't keep me here!

This Van is lined in
stainless steel, soundproof

in case you're thinking
of calling for help,

and it's custom-made.

The perfect place to disintegrate,

which I figure will happen
in precisely 45 minutes.

Let's go, doctor.

We're expected back at the lab.

Yes, yes, yes, get the door.

Get the door.

Happy trails, Roger.

Well, Rebecca, I always
thought we'd end up together,

but never like this.

Rebecca,

you and I

Are going for

a ride.

Oh, wow.

This is gonna be great.

Holy shit!

Ohhhhh

yeahhh!

You guys, come on.

Give me a hand, give me a hand.

A little bit more line over here.

A hot spot over there, yeah?

Got it.

People, you gotta stay back.

Jesus h Christ.

Take it easy, mister, you're not well.

Hold it.

That's far enough.

Detective mortis, homicide.

You're, you're a co p.

Surprise!

I need your gun, officer.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

last week all of us were
shocked and saddened

by the news of the untimely
death of Arthur p loudermilk.

I would like to take this opportunity

to review his many accomplishments.

But wait, why not let
Arthur tell you himself?

Ladies and gentlemen, Arthur p loudermilk.

Friends and associates,

how nice to see you again.

I saw you buried, Arthur.

Damnit I saw you buried!

Oh, I'm afraid you have
been mislead, Walter.

The man in my grave is a um,

volunteer, personally
selected by Dr. mcnab.

As you will see, ladies and gentlemen,

the demonstration that
you are about to witness

makes burial somewhat unnecessary.

Did you become the world's
largest jet manufacturer

just so that you could leave
your fortune to a wolf pack

of scavenging relatives?

Gertrude bellman, are
you prepared to become

a memorial plague on the
cornerstone of a library building?

We all die, Arthur.

Rest assured gertrude,
that you can afford not to.

How many of those rich
bozos do you suppose

he's got in there in tonight, eh?

Isn't it frustrating, all of that money,

all of that raw power
just within your grasp,

and then it's all gone, poof!

Suddenly, you're six foot under,

and the mob of money-grubbing
nobodies are devouring

all that is yours, like
rodents after a lump of cheese.

Isn't it sad?

Everybody dies, rich and poor.

Death doesn't discriminate.

At least not until now.

This is ridiculous.

Well, let's face it.

Poor people are supposed to die

but the same rule doesn't apply to us.

We're rich.

God wants us to live forever

and even if he doesn't,

we can always buy him off.

It'll cost all of you half of your fortune

but you have forever to make it back.

Think of what I'm offering, Seth.

Life without end.

Your personal savings compounded daily

for a million glorious years.

What's your gimmick, Arthur?

No gimmick.

Eternal life.

Bullshit.

Well, I know that it's absurd,

impossible, but aside from
the proof of my being here,

I've planned for you a very
graphic little demonstration.

This man has been dead for hours.

Come on, inspect him for yourself.

Sit down.

Well, now that you are
satisfied with this poor man's

unfortunate condition,

I would like to treat you to a
little product demonstration.

Dr. mcnab, if you would?

Of course.

This model incorporates all of our most

advanced refinements.

The first to afford eternal
life without any limitations.

That's okay.

Don't get up.

Get him, get him, get him!

I told you not to get up.

What do you want?

Not you, old man.

I want him.

You're dead, mcnab.

You're even deader than I am.

Oh, I don't think so.

Doug.

Doug, you're alive.

He can't understand
a word you said, Roger.

He's been brain dead too long

which means that he's mindless

and totally obedient.

Kill this guy, would you?

Kill this guy, would you?

Now Doug, stop.

Doug, it's me.

It's me, Roger.

Kill this guy, would you?

Doug, Doug don't.

- Kill this guy, would you?
- Doug.

Hey, Doug.

Do you realize that we both
have the same death day?

Doug, you know what we could do?

We could throw a death day party.

We could invite all our friends,

get really ripped.

Well do something!

Kill him, come on, you
brain-dead son of a bitch!

Doug!

Remember the lipstick?

Mulberry wine?

Brings out my eyes?

Roger?

Roger!

Hi, Doug.

Welcome to zombie land.

Roger.

He said I should...

He said I should hurt you.

But I'm gonna hurt him.

Kill that guy, would you?

Oh no.

Kill him!

Why can't you kill him?

Shut up, you old fart!

Oh no, you bastards aren't gonna take me.

You cheated me.

God damn you mcnab, you cheated me!

It's over, rog, forget it, man.

Not just yet.

Hi, doc.

You wanna see what
happens when you resurrect

somebody twice?

Not really.

Oh no, no, no!

But wait,

save the machine!

It's short circuiting!

We can fix it.

I can make you normal again.

Immortal!

I'll give you anything you want!

Money, power, eternal life,

riches beyond your wildest dreams!

Just save the machine!

No, no, stop!

Stop!

Wait!

Wait, you don't understand.

You'll live forever.

Forever!

Man Roger, you are a mess.

I've seen meatloaf that
looks better than you.

You're not exactly a
forest lawn poster child

yourself, Doug.

Hey,

we really trashed their ass, didn't we?

That's asses, Roger.

Hey rog, you think we'll be reincarnated?

As what?

I don't know,
maybe you get a choice,

you can be whatever you want.

Oh, you mean like
a statesman, or a president,

or a prize-winning novelist?

Personally, I'd like to come back

as the seat on a girl's bike.

Now, that is truly inspiring.

Thank you.

You know, Doug?

What's that?

This could be the
end of beautiful friendship.

Jj just an ordinary drive

jj on just another day

jj cruising down that road

jj nothing standing in your way

jj well better open up your eyes

jj there's danger right behind

jj and if you don't move fast

jj you'll never see the finish line

jj it's a dead heat

jj get a res against time

jj you don't want to cash it
in with your life on the line

jj you're in a dead heat

jj and it's too close to call

jj if you don't get there first

jj you won't get there at alll

jj you running in a dead heat

Jj not an exit on the road

jj you got no place to hide

jj but if you crash and burn

jj at least you might enjoy the ride

jj so push the needle to the red

jj and watch the world go by

jj you know you can't slow down

jj you either speed it up or die

jj you're in a dead heat

jj and you keep losing ground

jj the devil is closing fast

jj better not turn around

jj it's a dead heat

jj but no one really cares

jj nobody said that life was gonna be fair

jj keep running in a dead heat

jj keep running in a dead heat

jj running in a dead heat

jj in a dead heat

jj in a dead heat

Jj it's a dead heat

jj get a res against time

jj you're gonna cash it in
with your life on the line