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That's a really good camera, isn't it?

You gotta be a professional photographer to have a camera like that.

Are you really?

- Ooh, that's exciting. - Yeah, sometimes.

Pays well anyway.

Are you here on, um, assignment?

Nope.

Just a vacation.

Are you famous?

I'm from St. Louis.

Photographers don't get famous in St. Louis.

Successful maybe, but not famous.

What's your name?

- My name is... - No, no, wait. Let me guess.

You look like a...

.Fred.

No, no. Let's see.

- Freddie. - Okay.

Yeah. Yeah, I think you look like a Freddie.

All right. Okay, okay. I'll be Freddie. And you can be... Lisa.

I always wanted to meet a Lisa.

That's a really pretty name.

Lisa, you're a very pretty lady.

Pretty enough to, urn...

be a model?

Absolutely.

Now, I want you to give me a nice smile, Lisa.

Okay? All right, here we go. Come on.

Look at Freddie.

That's good. That's great.

You're so pretty.

You're wasting your time here, Lisa.

You are so pretty. Come on. Come on. Smile at Freddie.

- How's that? - You look great.

That's wonderful. I'm gonna put this in Playboy.

Yes! That is nice, Lisa. Beautiful. Right in the camera.

Look right in the camera. Very nice.

Very nice. Have fun. Have fun.

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!

How's this, Freddie?

That's great.

- Do I look good to you, Freddie? - You look wonderful.

Do you want me, Freddie?

Right here?

- Hey! What's up with the... - Smile, Freddie.

What are you doing to me?

Welcome to Potters Bluff.

Deader than hell.

- Whoa! - I got it! I got it!

Hello, Betty?

Come in, Betty.

Go ahead, Unit One.

Betty, we're still waiting for Dobbs to show up with the meat wagon.

You did call the funeral home, didn't you?

10-4, Unit One.

I reached the funeral home half an hour ago.

Mr. Dobbs said he'd come out just as soon as he could.

You'd better try him again. Tell him to hurry it up.

Unit One clear?

Yes, Betty. Unit One clear.

Betty and her toys. Nobody else to talk to

on that damn police channel, and she can't call me by my name.

That's TV cop shows, Harry. That's what does it.

You think the county would let me have this rig for salvage?

Anyhow, she said he's on his way.

No hurry. The fella is a definite goner.

Did you get a good gander at that face, Danny?

Yes, Harry, I did.

Pretty?

Here comes Dobbs.

Talk about an entrance.

- Dobbs, where the hell... - Just a minute. Shh!

"And the Angels Sing."

- 1938. - A little before my time, Dobbs.

Well, Dan, William G. Dobbs is now at your service.

Let me get to work. Here.

About, 30 minutes, I would imagine.

Well, Mr. Dobbs, as our official coroner and mortician,

what would you say the cause of death was?

- Daniel. - Good morning, boys.

- Midge, a cup of coffee, please. - Sure, Dan.

I was just telling these boys about that accident last night.

Find out who that guy is yet?

No, not a thing. No ID, no license plates.

- Nothing. - Dan, old buddy,

with the fancy salary the city of Potters Bluff pays you

and the amount of money the state spent getting you educated,

you ought to be able to find some clues.

If you can't solve a traffic accident, what are you gonna do if a crime happens?

- Very funny. - Now, boys,

don't be riding Danny here too hard.

He's apt to leave this town. We're lucky to have him.

He's got a... what is it, now... Master's degree in criminology.

Big cities fighting over him.

And he comes back to his old hometown to help the poor folks out.

That's right. You people are very lucky.

- Hey, Midge, how about that coffee? - Corning right up.

Hospital find out about this fella yet?

Give you any idea when he might come to?

They're not sure he will.

My God! It's just awful.

Just terrible.

You got enough cream there, Dan?

All right. All right. All right then.

Don't tell me.

Don't tell me anything about boats, my friend,

because I have spent my entire life around boats.

Big boats. Small boats.

All kinds of boats.

Too damn many boats.

That's enough of that.

Just remember who you're talking to around here.

There's no "dry" on dry land. Wow!

You're all right.

Ooh!

Goodbye, old friend.

And keep away from boats!

Don't tell me, my friends, about boats.

I've been around boats all of my life.

Ooh!

And, besides, this discussion is terminated

as far as I'm con... concerned.

Boats.

Smile.

♪ " Gonna fake a sentimental journey ♪"

a“ To renew old memories a“

Mr. Dobbs?

- What is it, Jimmy? I'm busy. - Yes, sir, I know.

Only it's Sheriff Gillie, and he says he needs to talk to you.

He says he needs to talk to me.

The truth is he's in pursuit of an immodest amount of that curious weed

which you and your school churns seem to find so fascinating,

and of which it is rumored you are the town's leading merchant.

Now, send him in. And fear not, Jimmy.

I'll never tell him you keep it in the reposing room under a stiff.

Yes, sir.

- Good afternoon, Sheriff. - Dobbs.

I hope you don't object to my using you

for a little lighthearted banter with my assistant?

I don't think he took it so lighthearted.

I did catch him with a couple of joints once.

Never let it be said I denied employment to an ex-convict.

No big deal. He wasn't dealing.

It was just a couple of joints. He's a good kid, Dobbs.

♪ " Gonna fake a sentimental journey ♪"

a“ Gonna set my heafl at ease... a“

Dobbs? Dobbs?

Forgive my preoccupation.

Mrs. Collins proved to be a little more difficult than I had anticipated.

Why should she be any trouble? She died in her sleep.

Poor Mrs. Collins.

She looked as though she had been in a fistfight.

- So you put on a lot of makeup. - A lot of makeup?

A lot of makeup would be appropriate for the final viewing of a streetwalker.

The deceased was, I believe, a retired music teacher.

- Congratulations. - Officer.

This is child's play.

I've replaced missing eyeballs with sawdust and glued the lids together.

I've used bent aluminum combs for dentures.

I've used the back part of the scalp when there was no front part.

And I folded one hand over wadded-up newspapers

when the other hand had no fingers.

You find all this obscene, Sheriff?

Do you know what is really obscene?

Look at this. Look at the work I've done.

This is an art, and I am the artist.

What can you remember about a sealed box? A sealed casket?

That is obscene. That is the death of memory.

The cosmetologist gives birth.

I make souvenirs.

All right, Jimmy, move it!

And now, Sheriff, precisely what can I do for you?

Dobbs, I just wanted your professional opinion about a hunch I got.

A hunch?

Something just keeps going around in my head.

From what you saw of the crash site,

is it possible the guy we fished out of the wreck...

could have been burned somewhere else and placed in the car

- to make it seem like an accident? - Frankly, I have no real basis for...

Thank you.

- Dobbs Mortuary. - Ls Sheriff Gil/is sf ill there?

Just a moment, please. It's for you, Sheriff.

Thank you. Yeah?

Dan, it's Betty here. They found a dead body in the boatyaro'.

- What? - Y0u'd better gez' down there.

Betty, I'll be right over. Dobbs, meet me at the boatyard.

As soon as possible.

- You didn't see nothing? - The fog was too thick.

Well, Dan, this is certainly not an accident.

That's right, Dobbs. That's a murder.

And I'll bet you I'm right about the guy in the hospital too.

Morning, Ben.

- Dan! How you doing? - All right.

Ben, have you recently had anybody check out without paying

or, just disappear?

No.

Now, wait a minute.

There was a guy that checked in here yesterday.

Said he was gonna be here a couple of days.

Now, he hasn't checked out, and I haven't seen him nor his car since.

But I noticed this morning his suitcase is still here.

What's his name?

I don't bother much with registrations anymore.

Well, we'd better check his things.

God. I hope nothing happened to him while he was checked in here.

It's a jinx.

That sort of thing scares off your business.

Just kills the tourist trade.

I didn't know we had a tourist trade.

Don't rub it in.

I'll tell you.

It's tough making it these days.

The guy's a photographer.

There's not a damn thing with his name on it!

For Christ's sake!

- What? - Ask your wife.

- My wife? - She knows him.

My wife? What are you talking about?

Well, I just remembered.

Remembered what?

The maid, Edna Jo,

she says...

What did she say, Ben?

She says...

that your wife dropped over yesterday to see him.

That's right.

Of course. Of course.

Thanks, Ben. I'll talk to Janet about it tonight.

It's not important.

Hi, honey. A kiss.

What's "-" mean?

- Something's wrong. - Nothing's wrong, Janet.

You can talk to your wife.

I'm just tired, that's all.

Come on. You know what you're like when you keep it inside of you.

Who's the guy you went to see at the hotel?

"Who's the guy you went to see at the hotel?"

I was warned. I was warned against marrying a cop.

I can't keep anything a secret.

What secret?

I was joking, you crazy cop. There's no secret.

He's George What's-His-Name.

He sells photographic equipment to the school.

What? What? Did Ben tell you that I had been seen in a man's hotel room?

- Ben didn't mean anything by it. - Why did he say it then?

I think it's the guy we found at the car wreck.

The one who was all burnt.

- Was he a friend of yours, Janet? - Not really. It's just...

It's just... It's the kind of thing you think happens to other people.

You know, not to somebody you know.

Yeah.

George. George Le Moyne was his name.

That's something. At least we know his name. Do you know where he's from?

No, honey, I don't. I just... I just saw him at the school.

I feel a little shaky. Can I get a hug, Danny?

- You all right? - |'m okay.

Hey. You know what's funny though?

What?

You were jealous. A little bit?

- Well, I guess I was. - Yeah?

- I love you, Dan. - I love you, Janet.

Mr. Haskell? Mr. Haskell?

Hello, Dan.

- How are you, sir? - Fine.

Maybe you can give me some information about the guy who's in the hospital,

- George Le Moyne? - Yes.

He sold photographic equipment to the school, but Janet couldn't remember...

What? What are you talking about?

You did buy photographic equipment from George Le Moyne?

No. We not only didn't buy it from him. We didn't buy it at all.

Is it possible this is a transaction you didn't know about, sir?

I know everything that's done at the school. I am the principal.

- Yes, of course. Thank you. - A|| right then.

Mr. Le Moyne's signs are much more stable today, Doctor.

Good. Let me see his chart.

It's time for his medication now, isn't it?

It is.

Well, I think I'll cut it down.

Just give him 50 cc's now.

- I'll be back within an hour. - Yes, Doctor.

- Doc? - |t's okay, Dan. Come on in.

They told me downstairs he pulled out of the coma. How's he doing?

It's touch and go. We might pull him through.

But even if we do, there's not much the best plastic surgeon can do.

You saw him. His entire face is one charred mass.

The right eye, I'm afraid that's lost.

Doc, is there any chance I could talk to him?

- Dan... - Even briefly. Just for one...

- Dan, I don't... - Just for a moment.

Let's go outside.

Come on. Let's sit down.

Well, when will I be able to talk to him, Doc?

Look, Doc, I've got to find out what the hell really happened.

Sit down, Dan. Sit down.

I'm sorry. This...

This thing's got me spooked.

Look, has he said anything at all?

No. Not a thing.

And I'll tell you, Dan, I'm afraid he's going to be difficult to understand.

Understand?

Well, you see...

he has no lips.

Hello, Freddie.

Hi. I'm so glad to see that you're feeling better.

You had a very close call, but you're gonna be all right.

Now, just lie still.

I'm gonna give you something

that's gonna make you feel even better.

Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.

You're a great disappointment to me.

A whole week, and you were still unable to establish that poor man's true identity.

- What's it to you, Dobbs? - What's it to me?

A sealed casket. That's what you have me burying there. A sealed casket.

Now, if you had been able to find that poor boy's family,

they might have asked me to perform some of my magic.

You know, Dobbs, sometimes you make me sick.

Sick?

You bring me a body that smells like burnt steak.

You force me to keep it till it begins to rot,

and then you have the nerve to tell me that I make you sick?

Two murders, Dobbs! Both strangers.

Two murders in a town no bigger than a postage stamp.

Now, you leave me the hell alone.

Dan? Honey, I'm home.

- Where have you been? - Honey, I'm sorry I'm late.

I had a million errands. Paul Haskell had another staff meeting.

And tonight is PTA. Wanna come? I know how much you'll enjoy it.

I mean, darling, think how much fun you'll have with me.

I'd rather not.

Okay. But if you want dinner,

you have a choice of fish sticks or beef Stroganoff,

and both of them come out of a package.

But, darling, I'll preheat the oven for you anyway.

Honey? Dan, what happened?

You look so down.

It's nothing. Janet, I...

It's nothing. It's just those murders, you know.

My... my God. Yeah, the murders.

That's horrible. Well, listen, honey, I've gotta go.

Look what I forgot.

Would you please drop this off at Ernie's for me?

- Why? What is it? - |t's some film my students shot.

It's their new class project.

I figured it would be a good way to teach them about narrative.

Hey, you don't mind, do you?

No, no, no, no. It's all right.

Honey.

You'll catch the murderer. I know you will.

- Okay, listen. I'll be back early, okay? - Okay.

- I'll go inside and ask for directions. - Okay.

- Be right back. - All right.

Ron?

- What? - Don't forget to ask about the gas.

Right.

- Excuse me. - Good evening. Can we help you?

I hope so. I'm lost.

Well, you're in Potters Bluff. Where did you wanna be?

- The Seaview Lodge. - Well, you're not lost.

Just take that highway, Highway 12 over there.

Thanks.

My. What a cute little boy.

- Jamie has to go to the bathroom. - Come on, honey.

I'll show you where it is.

You want your mommy and daddy to take you, right?

- Well, what is it that you want? - Ice cream!

Well, I'm sorry. We just don't happen to have any.

Well, that's all right. We'll get you some ice cream later, okay, pal?

- All right, let's go. - Ron? Um, gas.

Ls there a gas station nearby?

Hey, Freddie?

Can you sell these folks some gas?

Sure thing. It's just down the street.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb your dinner.

No problem. Happy to help you out.

- And, thank you. - You folks must be from the city.

Not used to all this small-town hospitality, right?

Yeah, that's right.

- I can't see a thing in this stuff. - Neither can I.

- Want some gum, honey? - Jesus!

Why'd you swerve the car like that, Ron?

Somebody ran in front of the car, that's why.

Jamie, you all right?

Here, son. Come on up with Mommy and Daddy.

That's a boy. Here you are.

- Honey, you all right? - Let me see.

- Let me see that. - He hurt his head.

Let me see, son.

- Look, there's a light. - Where?

- Honey, I don't see any light. - I saw a light, Ronnie.

- Honey, there's no light up there. - I saw a light!

You're being silly. There's no light there. I don't see any light.

All right, well, I didn't see anybody run across the road.

Okay.

- Honey, we'll have a look. Here we go. - Go with Daddy, you'll be fine.

Come on, fella. There we go.

Maybe they have some ice or something. We can keep the swelling down.

You know, make a cold compress or something.

All right.

- Or use the telephone? - Sure.

- Jamie, you all right, honey? - Boys bump their heads all the time.

You all right, son?

His head hurts.

Honey, maybe you're right.

- You're the one who saw the light. - Let's go back to the car.

I'll knock.

He|... hello?

Listen, we just had an accident out in the street,

and if we could get some help...

Anyone in there?

- No. - The lights don't work.

- There's nobody here. - Maybe they're upstairs.

- There are no lights, honey. - We need some» We need some help. Hello?

- There's nobody here. - Ls anybody here? Ron, I saw a light!

Try in there then, for Christ's sake.

Is there anyone here? Hello? Hello?

- Listen, we have a son who's injured. - Honey, there's no one here.

And if you can help us or something...

- Let's try Potters Bluff. - No, I saw a light in this house.

- Don't get upset around Jamie. - Let's get some ice or a compress.

Baby, come on. Look at this place.

It's been abandoned for years. Let's go.

- I saw alight. I know I did. - You thought you saw a light.

- I didn't imagine it, Ron. I saw it. - Well, I wanna get out of here.

|'m telling you, I saw...

Jamie, you okay?

Didn't mean to scare you. It's all right. Now, let's get out of here, all right?

No "buts."

It's the house.

- There is somebody here. No. - It's the house.

There's nobody here! Now, let's get out of here!

- They're fixing the fuses. - The place is not safe.

- They're fixing the fuses in the basement. - Okay, fine.

Go with your mother, all right? I'm gonna find the basement, wherever that is.

I'm gonna show you there's nobody here. You stay here.

- Okay. Okay. - Christ.

- Listen, hurry up, okay? - All right!

Anybody here?

Ron?

Ronnie?

Ronnie?

God!

Okay, come on. Let's... Let's look in this refrigerator.

Let's see what's in here. Here we go.

Okay. Come on, sweetie.

There's not any ice in here for your head.

What's the matter?

You scared me, Ronnie.

There's nobody in the basement. Now, come on. Let's get out of here, all right?

Welcome to Potters Bluff.

- What's going on here? - Give me the boy! Run!

- Ronnie? - Come on! Run!

Up here! Come on!

Mommy!

Jesus Christ! Hurry up! Get in here! God! Take Jamie! Hurry!

In here!

- Leave us alone! - Ronnie, no, I can't!

You can make it! Get out there!

- Get out there! Here! - No, no, no!

I'll carry Jamie. Honey, get going!

- Where are we going? - Come on! Hold on!

Hurry up. honey!

- Honey, hurry up! - No! Help me! Help me!

Come on! Hang on!

- No! - Come on!

Get to the car!

- The door! - Here, give me Jamie!

They're coming. They're coming. Start the car.

They're coming! Start the car!

Get out!

- Lock the door! - All right, get down! Here we go!

God, Ronnie! Start the car!

Start the car!

I got it! I got it!

They were trying to kill us, Ronnie.

Get off! Get off!

Jesus!

My God!

Stop!

- Janet? - Yeah, honey?

Janet, I had some shells in the drawer. Have you seen 'em?

Shells? When were you at the beach?

Bullets, Janet. Bullets.

"An ancient folklore has they can only be made

from persons dying by...

a violent death."

Jane“

What the hell are you doing with these?

That's for my class. I'm going to give a lecture on witchcraft.

Witchcraft?

Now, why in God's name would you want to teach them that?

Kids love creepy things.

Keeps them from being bored in my class.

So you pick witchcraft?

I just thought of it.

I don't know why I'm defending myself to you.

You're grilling me like a prime suspect.

Sorry, Janet. I've just been under a lot of pressure, you know?

Speaking of the kids, Dan,

did you drop the film off at Ernie's?

I forgot.

Aw, Dan! Those kids worked hard on that film!

I'll take care of it, Janet.

By the way, I found your bullets.

They were in the cabinet... where you left them.

- Have a good day, ladies. - Thank you.

- Morning, Ernie. - Dan.

Ernie, I want this film developed as soon as possible. Police business.

- When's the earliest I can have it? - On Wednesday.

- It ought to be back by then, I hope. - Okay.

Ernie, nobody picks this up but me. You understand?

Okay.

Nobody.

Yeah, yeah, the fisherman's on the county too, Dobbs.

Poor bastard was just passing through town.

Say, Dan, you think you can get the county to pay me

to reconstruct his mutilated face?

Don't get greedy, Dobbs. Just seal him in a box and bury him.

What about that hunch I had on George Le Moyne?

Well, after careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion you may be right.

It's very possible he was disfigured somewhere else

and then placed in the red car to make it look like an accident.

But why wouldn't he make the fisherman look like an accident?

How should I know? I'm not the detective.

You are.

And keep up the good work.

Bye-bye.

"Good work."

- Danny? Harry here. - Yeah, Harry.

Listen, I just pulled a late-model Ford out of the water down by the south beach.

- Yeah? - It appears she come off the bluff.

Off the... No. Is there anybody in it?

No. Just a kid's toy airplane.

I have to find out if any of these particles contain traces of human skin

I scraped off the front of a car that might have been involved in a hit-and-run.

Hit-and-run?

Sure, Dan, I'll give it a full workup.

Can you get it over to me fairly soon?

- Dan? Dan! - Come on in, Ben.

Okay, see you later then.

Yeah, Doc. I'll drop it off sometime this afternoon. Thank you.

Sit down, Ben. What's wrong?

That QUY-

The one you came to see me about last week.

- The one that died after the car wreck. - Yeah?

- I just saw him. - Ben, what are you talking about?

He's over at Norman's station pumping gas!

- Ben, he's dead. - You go over there and take a look.

I never got a look at his face, Ben.

Obviously, it's a guy who looks just like him.

- It's the same guy. - Ben, would you just...

Dan, I was standing right next to that man,

- and it's him! - Ben, calm down.

You ask your wife.

So, voodoo is basically a religion.

Belief and conversion are absolutely necessary

- for its practices to work. - Hi, Sheriff Gillie.

Good afternoon, girls.

But despite what you might have seen on the late show

when you were watching what your parents told you not to,

they do not

walk around like... this!

Now... You okay?

Now, although that they are conventionally dead,

they're capable of very closely imitating the living.

There are even reports, not substantiated but not discredited,

of a tribe in Central Peru

whose residents included a great number of these walking dead

who are completely at the will of their master.

And they roamed around the mountains,

killing strangers and bringing them back to their master.

Now, you wanna hear the really creepy part?

- Yeah! - Okay.

In order for the master to attain the control over the souls of his undead,

- he had to cut out their heart... - Ew!

And keep it...

hidden.

Ew!

Janet, honey, how come Paul Haskell

didn't know about George Le Moyne and the camera equipment?

So you're the big mouth! Dan, the PTA was buying that equipment as a surprise.

- I'm sorry. - Well, you didn't know.

Hey, we don't need gas. I just filled it up this morning.

Janet, I realize that. But if I've told you once...

Look, this is a piece of machinery.

It takes a lot more than just gas to run it.

Once in a while, you gotta check the oil,

- check the water... - I'm not a mechanic. I'm a school teacher.

- What can I do you for, Sheriff? - Yeah, Freddie.

- Would you check the hood, please? - Sure thing.

Listen, I'll check the oil. I'll check the water. Just give me a kiss.

Hey! You sure you want a ride with me?

Now, how do you know I'm not a dirty old man?

They call me Chance. How far are you going?

I'm going up here to Potters Bluff.

But I have to stop at my place up the road a piece here.

Hey, you wanna come on up with me to Potters Bluff?

It's a real nice little town.

- You ever been up there? - Never heard of it before.

Well, come on in out of the rain, honey.

There we go.

All right.

A“ Ho, ho, ho, let's get going a“

a“ We won't get home until the dawn S“

- Hey, now, where are you heading? - No place in particular.

Well, then I'd think about staying a spell up there in Potters Bluff.

You know, I'd damn sure rather live in a nice little town like that

than some big city full of killers and muggers, you know?

- Yeah. - Well, there's my boat, right there.

- You live on a boat? - Hell, all my life.

Okay. Now, I'll just be a sec, honey. I'm gonna pick something up.

Excuse me. I wanna get something right here out of this glove box here.

Smile.

What are you doing?

- Leave me alone! - Smile.

No! Please, don't!

No, please! No!

No! No!

So lovely.

So frail.

So young.

How could anyone mar such loveliness?

My dear, I will make you beautiful again...

even more beautiful than before.

Another masterpiece, completed beautiful.

Now you can sleep peacefully.

You couldn't have mixed it up with another piece of evidence, could you?

No way.

Well, I checked it three times, and it keeps coming out the same.

That's impossible.

Look, if you don't believe me, send it upstate somewhere.

But I'm telling you that these bits of flesh have been dead

at least three or four months.

Why? When did you think this hit-and-run happened?

It wasn't recent.

You're absolutely sure?

Of course I'm sure.

No, you're wrong, Doc. I know you're wrong.

It can't be.

It can't be.

{Bemfl Potters Bluff Sheriff's Office. Betty'? »

- H/} Doc! How are you? - Yeah, yeah. ls Dan there?

No. It's too early for him.

Well, where is he? I've gotta speak to him.

I don't know, but I can try and find him for you.

No, no, no. Never mind. Look, I'll go find him myself.

No, I 'II...

Harry, what are you doing? What's going on?

What are you doing? That's acid! No, don't do that!

What are you doing? You're insane! Stop it!

No! No, no, don't do it! No! No!

No!

What are you doing here, Dobbs?

Dobbs, what are you doing here?

- Morning, Daniel. - Dobbs, I don't have...

Now, let's not get all pushy and policeman-like, Dan.

This is very embarrassing for me.

- What is? - Well...

I'm here to report a theft.

- What, somebody steal a body? - Yes.

What?

That pretty young waif you found brutalized.

You mean, somebody dug up her grave?

Well, this morning I would have laid her to rest, but... she was gone.

What the hell is going on in this town?

What kind of a maniac is loose out there?

First murderers, now body snatching! My God, I can't believe it!

All right. Come on.

- We'll go to your office. - No!

We can't do that.

- Why can't we? - We can't let anybody know.

My reputation.

Now, who would entrust a deceased loved one

to a mortician known to have lost a body?

Would you, Dan?

This is ridiculous.

Yeah, well, maybe I am panicking.

Maybe...

Maybe my young protégé slipped her into a drawer and forgot to tell me.

I'll go check. I'll talk to you later.

Yeah. I hope you find her.

Between three murders and my wife, I've got enough problems of my own.

Yeah. Janet has been acting strange lately.

You hardly know her.

She comes to visit me all the time.

Didn't you know that?

Dobbs, you wouldn't have anything to do

with her sudden interest in witchcraft and voodooism, would you?

Certainly not. And you can tell her I was more than mildly insulted.

Just because I'm a mortician, she had the audacity

to insinuate that I might have knowledge of the black arts.

Dobbs, you don't believe the dead can come back, do you?

Back to life?

Well, in my profession, that's...

a rather unpleasant thing to think about.

Come on, Dan.

You're not gonna tell me that you believe

that missing corpse just got up and walked away?

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Just a minute.

- Hello? - H1} Dan. I'm late.

Yes, Betty, I did notice you were late again.

Well, my car wouldn't start, and I was waiting for...

- Okay, okay. Okay. - I have to leave, Dan.

- I'll talk to you later. - All right.

Betty, yeah, just as soon as you can.

On your way over stop off at Ernie's

and see if that film is ready that I brought in to be...

- Dan, did you look a1' that telex? - What telex?

- From St'. Louis. - From St. Louis?

- /z"s about George Le M0 yne. - Why didn't you tell me, Betty?

- /z"s on your desk, Dan. - |t's on my desk.

"Close to positive ID on your so-called George Le Moyne.

Facilities here better equipped. Request body be transported."

Dobbs?

Jimmy? What the hell are you doing?

Nothing.

I gotta go now.

Dobbs?

Sam?

Sam.

Where's Dobbs?

I ain't seen him yet today.

Go get your shovel, Sam. We're gonna have to dig him up.

Dig up? I don't dig 'em up. I just bury 'em.

This is one you're gonna dig up.

Not without Mr. Dobbs's permission.

Sam, you don't need Dobbs's permission. I'll take full responsibility.

Now, get started!

Dobbs!

Come on, Sam. I'll help you with that.

- I don't need no help. - Come on, I'll help you with it.

Son of a bitch!

We gotta get this damn box open!

All right. Now open it.

Are you crazy?

I don't wanna see no rotting corpse.

Sam, this box doesn't weigh enough to have a corpse in it. Now open it!

No. No, Mr. Dobbs sealed it.

'Betty? "Hi!

- Betty, get on the telex. - All right.

- Well, come on, come on. - Okay, Dan.

Records Division, Police Department, Providence, Rhode Island.

Request immediate check

on arrest records and/or convictions

of one G. William Dobbs:

male, approximately 7O years of age,

six feet, weight 140 pounds.

Funeral home owner.

Resident here since approximately

spring 1970.

Betty? Betty.

When you've finished that, I want you to send this photograph

to the police department in St. Louis.

I wanna know if he's their missing person.

- Anything else, boss? - Yeah, send the telex.

Okay, okay. Wait a minute!

Ernie said your film was ready.

Thank you, Betty.

- Ernie, let me have that roll of film. - Yeah, I got it right here.

That'll be $5.40.

My, everything that's cheap is going up.

Sorry it took so long.

- Christ. Doc, I'm sorry. - Not another hit-and-run, I hope.

- You okay? - But are you?

To tell you the truth, Doc, at the moment, I'm not so sure.

Hey, you know, police work's a high-stress occupation. You gotta watch yourself.

- Doc, can I talk to you a minute? - I can't talk long. I'm due at...

Just a minute. It's important.

All right, Dan. What is it?

Doc, in your professional opinion,

is there any way whatsoever to reanimate people after they have died?

And to...

to get them to walk around?

- You have been working too hard. - |'m not joking.

My God, you're serious.

Do you remember what you said after examining that particle of human skin

from the supposed hit-and-run?

- Sure. I said it had been dead months. - Well, it wasn't months.

It was my car. It was my accident. It happened the night before.

- Couldn't be. - L'm telling you it was.

Listen, maybe Norman was giving you a tune-up three months ago

and he scraped his arm on your grille.

Corpse...

Doc.

Corpses have been disappearing from their graves.

Well, if that's true, that's very distasteful.

But they have not...

They're not being restored to life.

That's for sure.

Dan! Dan, the telex from Rhode Island!

Where is it?

Hold your horses. We're standing by.

G. William Dobbs.

Dismissed 10 October, '69,

as chief pathologist, Providence, city of.

Evidence indicated

subject made unauthorized use

of dead bodies

in county morgue.

No-billed by grand jury.

Censured and ejected

by Rhode Island Medical Society,

30 November, '69.

Subject left RI shortly thereafter."

My goodness.

Our Mr. Dobbs.

Where are you going?

Janet?

Jane“

Janet, you home?

Jane“

No!

Dobbs!

What did you do to her, Dobbs?

Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife?

- Good evening, Constable. - What did you do to my wife?

Janet... My crown jewel. My very first.

- My seedling... - Where is she?

Look at them, Daniel. Look at my children.

No. My God...

They had to be disfigured.

Don't you see? I have to make them look like they used to look.

That's my art.

Where is my wife?

Janet, I found her in Harris Creek in her car. She had drowned.

You're crazy. You're totally insane!

Not even her injuries or her bloated condition could hide her beauty.

She can't be dead!

Yes, she was... she is.

Like all the others. Like that man you ran over in your car.

He was dead long before you hit him.

How do you do it?

Call it black magic.

Call it a medical breakthrough.

I'll take my secret to the grave.

My God...

No!

It's a nightmare! No!

I've always liked you, Daniel, so I gave her to you as a gift.

No, no!

Most of the others I gave back a little of their lives.

But to Janet, I gave her fear and sex and love.

The others would fall apart in a week if I didn't touch them up.

But Janet... Janet could go three weeks, a month.

The others? Drawings. But Janet...

Janet was a painting.

My masterpiece.

Why? Why are you doing all this?

Because when people are dead, they don't get sick. They don't age.

And after I work on them, they look so good, so healthy,

I can't bear to bury them.

They're even more beautiful than the living.

You evil son of a bitch!

You will try to kill me, Dan.

But you can't. You can only make me dead.

Go on. Pull the trigger.

Help me to become one of my own children.

Daniel, I enjoy these little chess games with you.

Perhaps you need a little more motivation.

Hello, baby. How was your day?

You wouldn't believe mine.

- Paul Haskell had another locker check. - Janet...

- And ten minutes before lunch. - Janet!

He made everybody go and stand out in the hall next to their lockers.

Guy's enough to drive me crazy.

Baby, what would you like for dinner tonight?

Why did you do all the things you've done?

The dead have no memory except what I give them. She only appears alive.

No. You are alive.

She's dead, Dan.

- She's dead. - God!

You can have anything you want for dinner, if you don't mind fixing it yourself.

- But I'll fix it for you. - She's dead.

You have a choice between minute steak or...

Baby, please.

- Please die! - She's dead.

- Also, you have pork chops. - Die!

Or beef Stroganoff, the last of which I must warn you...

- Please! - Comes out of the package.

Dan, I'm dead.

Please bury me.

Please.

Dan.

Bury me!

Jane“

Jane“

Janet.

Bury me.

Please.

Please, Dan.

Don't think you're wrong, Janet.

It's okay.

- It's okay. - I love you, Dan.

May she rest in peace, Dan.

Ernie.

Betty.

Ben.

That son' off/wing scares off your business.

Just kills the tourist trade.

- Dan, old buddy. - No.

Yau ought I0 be able to find some clues.

What are you gonna do if a crime happens?

Harry? Harry?

- Freddie? - What can /do you for, Sher/fi'?

Don '1' be riding Danny. He '5 apz' to leave this town.

Midge.

You're in Potters B/ufif Where did you Wanna be?

Midge?

Jimmy.

You know, police work's a high-stress occupation.

No, no, Doc...

kkoctofl They're not being restored to life.

That's for sure.

Be happy for her, Dan.

- Smile! - No!

No!

Don't touch me! Dear God!

No! Keep away from me!

God, no! Please!

No! Don't touch me!

No! Not me!

Not me! Not me!

You ask your Wife!

There's one more thing you should know, Dan.

Come, Dan. Let me fix those for you.