All language subtitles for Body.Melt.1993.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

- In today's fast moving world
with its

fast moving lifestyles, you owe
your body

all the nourishment, energy,
and sensational pleasure

it deserves.

Vimuville.

State of the art in health
and leisure centers.

Vimuville will provide your
whole family

with health and leisure programs

that will turn your annual
holiday into

an unforgettable revitalisation
of your well-being.

Come and find out what it's
all about at vimuville.

I fixed Ryan.

He won't get far.

I gave him a little going away
present.

As I suspected all along,
our learned chemist

developed a moral conscience.

Expressing certain reservations
about our unethical

experiments in homesville.

Poor Ryan.

He's probably accessing
the files right now

on a mission to save the Guinea
pigs

in pebbles court.

Don't worry.

He's pumped full of enough e-59

to kill 20 rabid rottweilers.

He won't make it 'til morning.

- Homesville.

Pebbles court

noble family.

Video tape.

Cheryl and Brian rand.

Positive pregnancy.

Sal ciccone and gino argento.

Sperm donations.

Paul Matthews.

Vitamin intake.

Target number one.

Paul Matthews.

Nine pebbles court.

- You know what you guys?
- And like she goes ..

Bruno sucks.

- Bullshit man, no way, no
fucking way.

- Yeah man, yeah, she goes for
me.

She goes for me.

- Not another Roman conquest,
sal?

- Excuse me?

Excuse me?

What would you fucking know,
Paulie?

Mr. thirtysomething?

But serious mate.

Let me tell you a great joke.

Elton John.

- Homesville.

- You want petrol?

- Detergent.

* oi!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fucking pill poppers.

Why can't you just get some
fucking sleep?

- Fucking idiot.

- Shirl! Car seventeen in
homesville.

Coyote in pursuit of a
road runner.

' Brian.

- It's alright love.

Probably just some kids
on a joyride or something-.

See dreams of a pregnant
woman can get very weird.

Beware, beware.

- Arsehole!

- Come on, come on, pick a
fucking court.

- The first phase is
hallucinogenic.

The second phase is glandular.

The third phase is oh, god.

- Great.

- Get down!

- This your Van?

- It's his.

Is this guy dead?

- Have a guess.

' Gino!

- Excuse me sir.

Do you need us, like
for questions and stuff?

- Names?

- We were just...

- names.

- Gino argento and sal ciccone.

Anyway we were just heading
off and this car...

- where you going?

- Opal mining.

- Yeah.

Up near broken hill.

- We'll be back in
about a week and a half.

- Parents?

- Parents.

They're off visiting some
relatives.

- Sam?

They'll be back in about a
fortnight.

- Sam, over here.

- Okay, okay, skedaddle.

Could you hang on?

- Well I've got to go
to the airport mate.

- Oh alright alright.

Off you go then.

I'll get back to you this
evening.

- Whoa!

- Hey, get that bloody kid out
of here.

Great way to start the holidays.

- Look on the plus side Sam.

We can probably get this bloke
for not wearing his seatbelt.

- The
first phase is hallucinogenic.

The second phase is glandular.

The third phase is, oh god!

- Hallucinogenic?

That's either bad poetry
or a pretty good clue.

- Could be both.

- Too many drugs.

- Hello?

Oh, no very good, thanks for
telling me

now I've come out here.

No, yes, yes, fine, no worries,
yes, good. Yeah.

Shit.

- So do you think that cop bought
that shit about opal mining?

- Why not?

I saw something about it on TV.

Or was it Pearl diving?

Give us a look at her photo
again.

Fucking hot.

Man.

You better be right about this
gino.

- Sal, I'm not bullshitting you.

She said she's a fucking doctor.

We're talking sperm donations,

clean country air, and a
health farm packed with women.

And we're getting paid for it.

- Man.

This is gonna be Ace.

- Got a fag?

Nah.

Bastard.

Fucking mongrel.

Last time he'll pull a shit
act like that on me.

Never been here before.

Least it ain't raining.

Piss pours all the time in
Sydney.

You from Melbourne?

- Yeah, yeah.

- I need a place to stay.

- It's a killer machine.

It's got everything.

Chippy chippy, come on, Frankie.

Like a driving power.

Like a big fat tyre.

It's got everything.

- Ah, g' day mate.

We're lost.

- Yep, in the middle of nowhere.

- On the knocker, padrone.

You're in a four house
town called nowhere.

A little outback humour.

- Well it's not on this, mate.

- I suppose that's big smoke
humour.

- Yeah.

- Need a windscreen?

- Yep-

- that one's bab and this is
bronto.

And you can call me, pud.

- What'll it be?

- Coffee and toast?

- Nah, we's got breakfast,
lunch, and tea.

Mack!

- So where yous from?

- Melbourne.

- Where's that?

- Mack!

Get out here!

- Mack's the brainy one.

- Paul, Paul, wake up.

Look, I know this job can
sometimes be a bit boring

but this is ridiculous.

- What time is it?

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

- I thought you were out.

I buzzed you earlier,
you didn't even hear me.

Some guy from the cib
wants to speak to you.

Your secret life is catching
up with you at last, Paul.

Look, why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

I'll cover for you.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- This place looks like shit.

- I got lumbered with it after
my divorce.

I wanted a flat.

There's a spare bedroom through
there

and the shower's down there.

- Ls it true what they say about
yous?

City men?

- It depends who says it.

- Oh shut up, dirt bitch.

- I'm gonna check on the
windscreen.

You coming?

- Yeah.

In a minute.

- Smell that air, eh?

- Yeah, great.

I guess this is that clean
country air we all hear about.

- Yeah well everything in the
country

ain't always that fresh.

Where you from, son?

- Melbourne.

- Whereabouts?

- Homesville.

Homesville.

Actually it's not much more
than a dead-end housing estate.

- How many kids in your family?

- Italians, mate.

You know spermatosa El grosso.

- Yeah, families sure are
strange things.

' Gino!

Yonny a kanga, bronto!
Yonny a kanga!

- Yonny a kanga.

Is that aboriginal for
something?

- Go on.

- What the fuck is it?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's crazy worm.

- Shit.

That's a fucking adrenal gland.

Fucking mad.

Circle city! Circle city!

- You go on, I'll catch you
later.

- Hey sal, watch the third leg,
pal.

- They do this often?

- Yanta-fucking-bulla.

This better be a good lead,
buddy.

- There's a health farm there,
johno.

Do you some good.

- This body is in great shape.

I don't need some dork poofter
working out

some bullshit schedule for me.

I am in touch with my body, Sam.

- Unreal! Doin' donuts round
K-Mart was never this good.

Unreal, unfucking real.

- Hey-

you want

a love bite?

- Ask for it by name, eh?

Sure.

- Looks like your old
man's seen better days.

Was this a hospital or
something?

- I don't know.

Pud never talks about those
days.

He says he worked in some
kind of germ factory.

- Pud is your old man, isn't he?

- Well that's all sort of mixed
up

but pud reckons that we got this
place

to thank for the family.

- Shit!

What the fuck was that?

- Nothing, it's just the cocky.

I'll be back in a minute!

- Fucking slab's gone and
done it again,

that fucking dirt bitch!

- How many times to I have to
tell ya?

Keep it in the family!

Now we don't have a choice.

Go and find the other one!

- Nobody's gonna take my car.

Gonna drive it.

You're going nowhere in that
truck.

- Damn I hate cars.

There's never enough leg room.

I need a good massage.

Sam.

I'll take care of this one.

- Detective Phillips, hi, I'm
shaan.

- You got my message?

- Yes.

Come into my office.

No, never seen him before.

- We found this on his body.

- We're marketing some
of our products to help

promote the resort.

Poor man probably purchased
some.

- Could he have bought those in
Melbourne?

- Of course.

How did he die?

- Car crash.

- Oh, how tragic.

- We're trying to identify him.

Do any of your staff come from
homesville?

- Homesville?

- Pebbles court, homesville.

- Not to my knowledge.

All of our employees are local.

- What does the v stand for?

- Vitamins, sergeant Johnson.

Vitamins.

You're welcome to have a
swim and sauna if you like.

- Sounds tempting.

- That's very kind of you miss

but we're on duty.

- You know this place isn't bad.

It's almost like a holiday
resort.

- That's the whole idea.

- I'm not in that bad a shape,
am I?

- It's not what you got
mate, it's how you hold it.

Go on, get in the car.

Wasted enough time already.

- Johno, you're still here man?

What, secret service job
didn't come through eh?

- Real bummer man.

They did a check on me
and found out I knew you.

- So what are we here for,
Willie?

- Well, the cell walls
of his stomach have been

eaten away by something
corrosive.

Enzymes, probably.

But they're not like anything
I've ever seen before.

Maybe he was into new drugs.

You know, strictly experimental
stuff.

Now it could be a hybrid from
any of those

crazy psycho - pharmaceuticals
like hemalin,

euphoria, deaner, vasopressin,
or

maybe he was just
sniffing texta.

- It looks like a nine.

- Paul Matthews.

- Well, he was one healthy dude.

Unnaturally healthy.

Now I'm talking new drugs here,
right?

Not just '70s designer shit

or your '80s ghetto powders,
I'm talking fucking '90s man.

Cognition enhancers.

Designed to take your mind into
new,

intraphenomenological
dimensions.

- Kate?

- You are the last one.

I have collected 12 others.

This has been my quest.

13 male ribs.

When I chose you at the airport

I became an image of your
deepest fears.

I am now your darkest fantasy.

There are many women in the
world like me.

And there are many men
in the world like you.

And we're all in your mind.

- God.

What a dickhead.

- I had another one of those
dreams.

Maybe my body's trying
to tell me something.

- Yeah.

You're pregnant.

- Morning.

Detective Phillips, cib.

Just wanted to ask you a few
questions

about the accident here the
other day.

- Yes, awful, wasn't it?

- Do you know Mr. Matthews
over at number nine?

- We've only just shifted here.

This week as a matter of fact.

Me and Brian.

He's my husband.

We haven't met anyone
else in the court yet.

- No welcoming committee, eh?

Well, if you do happen to see
anybody over

at number nine could you give
us a call on that number?

Thanks.

Oh and congratulations.

- Thanks.

- So how's the new house?

- It's okay.

I didn't sleep too well last
night though.

- Oh, strange bedroom,
you'll get used to it.

It could also be the infant.

Its protein intake is at its
highest

at the moment.

Particularly at night.

Up until their birth, babies
are the ultimate parasite.

Righto, everything's under
control so don't you worry

and I'll see you at the
same time next week?

- See you then.

- You alone?

- Yes, doctor.

- We have to decrease
Cheryl rand's dosage.

- That will invalidate the
results.

- Can't help it.

Patient's overreacting.

- I suppose you're going to
ask for further retesting.

- We have no other choice.

- But we can't turn back.

- We have to change our
strategy, my girl.

Since your boyfriend foamed at
the mouth

and kamikazed into pebbles court

we have to rethink our position.

- How was I supposed to know
he could handle that dose?

- Well don't you see?

That is the problem.

The drug is still too
unpredictable.

- But I have set up an
exclusive dealership

with one of the largest
chain stores in this country.

If we delay delivery of
the first box shipment...

- fuck the chain store!

What about the cops?

Something is wrong.

Your boyfriend underreacted.

Cheryl rand is overreacting.

What about the two Italian kids?

Have they turned up for
their hormonal research yet?

They haven't have they?

- But we can run simultaneous
sperm tests

on the noble family without
halting

the Cheryl rand experiment.

- Do not question me, shaan.

If this thing goes wrong
it will be worse than

thalidymide.

- Beauville!

We're shipping the tablets this
evening.

- But that's way ahead of
schedule.

Dr. (Barrera...

- Dr. carrera is in charge
of in-field placement.

I'm handling consignment and
distribution.

- I thought the doc was
in charge of c & d.

- We must change our strategy,
my boy.

We do as I say.

- Don't you ever hang up on me
again.

- But we haven't spoken for so
long.

Sounds like we're in business
again.

You know where to find me,
crackers.

- Hi, you must be our new
neighbour.

I'm Dr. noble.

- Hi.

- And I'm Angelica.

- Cheryl.

- Oh kids, say hello.

Now this is Eloise, my eldest,

and that little brat is Brandon.

- Can we get a move on?

- Brandon.

- Nice to meet you all.

When you get back you can
come over and meet Brian,

my husband.

So where are you going?

- Oh it's a special secret.

A holiday we'll never forget.

Bye.

- Bye.

- Cheryl?

It's Dr. carrera, Cheryl.

- Dr. (Barrera.

I think, I think.

Can you drop your placenta

one month prior to birth?

- No, I don't think
that's possible, you see...

- Dr. (Barrera.

Can you come over?

Now?

- I'm on my way.

Brian, Dr. carrera.

Can you meet me at your place
right away?

No no no, everything's alright.

I'll explain when we get there.

Now, there is nothing to worry
about.

" Cheryl!

- I never would have
expected him to be capable

of such a thing.

- Murder weapons govern
fingerprints.

Probably his.

You have any other patients
in this court, doctor?

- Why?

- You know a Mr. Paul Matthews?

- Ah Matthews, no.

- Over at number nine?

- Why, do you suspect him of
doing this?

- We had a bad accident
here the other day.

We have reason to suspect that
the victim

was on his way to see Paul
Matthews.

Doctor.

Do you know of a viral disease

that in its first phase has

hallucinogenic delusions?

- Yes, yes there are many of
them.

- And in its second phase,
glandular complications.

- Most viruses initially affect

cerebral perception in one way
or another.

Dizziness, vertigo, tunnel
vision.

- Was Cheryl rand taking any
kind of special medication?

- No, no. Not to my knowledge.

- It'll show up in the
poor woman's autopsy, I guess.

- Welcome to vinuville.

- Alright!

- Dimitra.

Folks, meet my tireless
assistant dimitra.

- Hi.

- Any problems she's yours for
the asking.

Gotta zap.

I'll meet you back at reception
in an hour

and I'll give you your
daily fitness programs.

- Oh.

- Dig in.

- All the food you see here

is of the same meganutritional
value.

Designed to appeal to both
adults and children alike.

You know how it is.

Positive deception.

- Now why hasn't somebody
thought of that before?

- Excuse me.

- This place sucks you know.

- You're so perceptive, bran.

- Oh, bit of the pmt, eh sis.

- Fuck off, wiener dick.

- You bet I'm gonna fuck off.

Tonight I'll sleep under the
stars.

- You're such a he-man, Brandon.

- At least I don't let
mum tell me what to wear.

- Hope you break your neck!

- Ladies and gentlemen.

This one will be over the
fucking top.

- Sweetie.

- Mm.

- Are you sure about Brandon?

- Don't worry.

I saw him smuggle his
tent in with the luggage.

He's camping outside for the
night.

- Got a real gem for your
pebbles court collection.

And check this out.

- Holy earache.

- And for the grand finale.

~ oh!

- I've stored the noble's urine
samples.

Um, can me and Beau
have some more vs?

- So what happened to your last
supply?

- Those v2s, they're piss weak.

How about some forte 4s?

- Forget it.

You'll have to wait until your
next scheduled ration.

- Ach.

- Homesville.

Pebbles court.

Noble family urine analysis.

- Hello, I'm not here just now.

Make it short, I'll get back
to you as soon as I can.

- Don't hit the roof
when you see this data.

I know we can push ahead
with some further tests

on the nobles tomorrow.

Their urine looks really good.

- Yanta fucking bulla.

Your friendly health farm
hostess, hey Sam.

- Get a chopper.

Now.

- Just what the doctor ordered.

- Did you see Angelica's split
ends?

- I'd rather see your split end.

- Beau.

This is getting a little out of
hand.

We haven't even had breakfast
yet.

- But I'm not hungry.

Well, yes I am.

- Oh Beau, stop it.

Stop it!

- Ow.

- I'm going to the bistro
to have some breakfast.

You should take a cold shower.

- So.

Still into driving a
merc are we, crackers?

- Don't forget that your
advanced hearing

is the result of my
chemical breakthroughs, pud.

- At least I had the guts to
experiment

with the drugs on myself.

- That is what partnerships are
all about.

- So.

How's it going, cracker?

Done any good drugs lately?

- You know what I want.

What is this?

- Well, when we parted company i
made sure

I took a little something from
the lab.

I knew you'd give your
master plan a second shot.

You see, without that little
additive,

the body cannot control his new
powers.

It might even

explode.

Very fucking messy.

It's all falling apart, hey
crackers.

All those people at vimuville.

You and your megabods.

You fucking Bob geldof of the
gym set!

You were wrong then and I made
sure

you're wrong now!

I love it!

I need it!

Yeah!

It's a power machine! All right!
Hold tight

- oh shit.

- Thomps?

You alright?

- It's alright,
nothing to worry about.

- Thomps?

Eloise, Eloise!

- Shaan?

Quick, mum needs help,
something's wrong with dad.

- Vimuville, the best place
in the world for your body.

- Quick, in the car!

Oh my god!

- This must be the place.

- Quick, get the doctor,
we've got to see the doctor

immediately!

- I'm sorry, you're
going to have to take...

- oh don't give me that
shit, just get the doctor!

You've got to come up to
vimuville,

something terrible's happened.

- Vimuville?

What are you doing up at
that old chemical dump?

I haven't been there since it
was closed.

By the health commission.

That must be over 20 years ago.

- The food.

The food, they've all eaten it!

- Why don't you just come into
the surgery

and we'll see what we can.

Yes madam, I'm listening.

- The human body.

At best, a neglected engine

running on cheap fuel.

- Way I see it, doc, you're
running on empty.

- You would not have the
faintest idea

of what your body could do.

If it had the right formula.

But without that fuel

you are nothing.

A zero.

- Finished, Dr. carrera?

- No, not quite, detective
Phillips.

- Don't even think about it.

645 to airborn
19-ls Sam still with you?

- Yep, still here.

We're putting through that quarantine you
requested for pebbles court, but Sam,

yeah?

- That fucking freak's been
choking up

for the past 20 minutes down
here,

it's wall to wall shit all over
the place.

Now look, we finally caught
him in your office, Sam.

Now the only trouble is that
young Jordan's

trapped in there with him.

- In my office?

- Move it, everyone covered!

Move it!

Oh god, come down.

Keep down!

Keep those corridors
covered, keep them covered!

- Fuck a duck.

Jordon, now.

Jordon, now!

- Sam, over here.

Keep away from the door!

What the fuck's wrong with this
guy?

Is he sick or infected or what?

- Sarge, get me the fuck out of
here!

- Get the paramedics.

Get Willy up here now!

- He's got my fucking shirt on.

- Cognition enhancers, eh Willy?

You should see the bodies coming
down

from that crazy bloody farm.

- Should see the new death
certificates.

Death by hypernatural causes.

Eh?

I can't help it-
i love this fucking job.

Oh, not feeling queasy are we,
johno?

- What would you suggest, Willy?

- I suggest some aspirin, johno.

- Sam?

Would you get me some aspirin,
please?

- Ah, catch that speed freak
yet?

- Yeah, he bagged himself.

- That guy was one crazy
arsehole.

Ate detergent! Jesus!

Yeah, that's right, thanks
sarge.

Hey be careful out there.