"So, what happened this morning, Ray?" "I don't fucking know, man." "It just come over me," "like something unstoppable, you know?" "Next thing I'm on top of him with a fucking shiv, and there's blood all over the place." "AII over the place." "Fucking..." "You know, pumping up 6 feet in the air from his throat, right?" "So how does this make you feel, Ray?" "Taking someone else's life." "How does this make you feel about yourself?" "How do you feel?" "How do you...?" "How...?" "What do you mean?" "I feel..." "I feel..." "I feel great." "I fucking feel fantastic." "How should I feel, man?" "I'm the one's gonna be alive come morning, not that son of a bitch." "Hey, yeah." "How you feel?" "How do you feel, doc?" "You feel OK?" "You're sitting there looking at me like I'm some kind of fucking head case." "You think I Iike that?" "Hey!" "I don't like it." "You think I Iike that I'm gonna spend the rest of my Iife in this shit-hoIe?" "If I'm lucky enough not to fry first?" "The truth is, doc, I am massiveIy fucked." "OK?" "And you sitting there with your..." "Your little fucking prissy tape recorder and your questions." "No way you do me not one ounce of fucking good, man." "Am I wrong?" "Can you help me?" "Can you...?" "You know..." "Can you help me?" "Can you do something?" "Like rewire me so I start doing the right fucking thing?" "No!" "I don't think so!" "You're worthless, man." "You got no moves." "What are you gonna do?" "Do it." "Go ahead, fix me." "I'm here." "I'm here." "Fix me, goddamn it!" "Read the Iast part again, honey." "OK." ""How and in what way the child sense of his body is converted" ""by acts of parental and other external violence" ""into a kind of theater of fantastic horror." ""How, in a sense, demons are introduced into the self" ""still remains to be seen."" "It sounds good, honey." " What'd you do that for?" " I don't know." "Sometimes I just..." "I just hate what I'm doing." " What do you mean?" " Sometimes it just doesn't seem to make any sense." "You're upset about the new case at the prison, right?" "Yeah, I am." "I am." "This KoIberg, right?" "He's in for 20 years for cutting up his high-schooI sweetheart." "Now, last week he kills his cellmate." "Now, if I can prove that he can be redeemed, that there's some vestige of conscience, of sanity, well, that makes this guy eligible to fry." "Come on." "You don't pass sentence." "That's for the judges, juries and lawyers." "You have to fight to get this guy back to his soul before anybody worries about what happens to him in court." "You know what I'd really like to do?" "I'd just like to cure one human being." "That's all." "Just one." "I'd Iike to prove once and for all that you can shake a shattered mind and put it all back together again." "That's what I'd really like to do." "The truth is, in all my clinical experience," "I've never really seen it happen." "Yeah, maybe it's all bullshit." "Maybe I'm just a fraud." "Oh, honey, come on." "You're not a fraud." "You're the best man I know." " Is that right?" " Yeah." "The best?" "The best." "Even though I'm not interested in football?" "Even though you're not interested in football." "OK." "Ready for breakfast?" " Stop it." " Samantha." "Knock it off." "Come on." " Ouch." " Samantha!" "Stop it." "Now eat the cereal." " Here, billy." "Here's your stuff." " Stop it." " Want some coffee?" " I'II take it with me." " I'm gonna knock you out right now." " Hey, hey, hey, hey." " God." " Hey." "Eat the cereal, come on." "Let's go say goodbye to your father." "Come here." "What time will you be home, honey?" " About 6:00." " OK." "Here." "Come on." "Hurry up." "Here, honey." "Here." "Get this." "Say goodbye to your father." " Bye." "We love you." " Love you." "Stop at the grocery, OK?" " The grocery?" " Yeah." "For garbage bags." " Garbage bags?" " please?" " OK." " Come on." "Kids, Iet's go." "Bye." "Mary, I'm headed down to the prison for my fourth session with KoIberg." "Oh, please remind Professor collins that he'II be seeing all my fourth-year thesis advisees this afternoon." "Put a note on my desk, will you please, in big letters:" ""Garbage bags."" "And, oh, you'II be receiving a copy on criminal psychology this afternoon for the Psych Quarterly Review." "I'd appreciate it if you'd..." "I'd appreciate it if you'd..." "If you'd send a copy to all the members of my postgraduate seminar." "And indicate that this will be groundwork for the next few months of classes." "Mrs. Chrushank?" "Yes?" "I'm Dr. Webb." "Your husband's condition has stabilized." "Oh, thank God." "It's a miracle he survived that accident." "He'II live." "But, Mrs. Chrushank, I'm sorry, we can't save his arm." "Oh, God." " No." " Now I want you to listen to me very carefully." "I can give him a new arm." "What do you...?" "What do you mean?" "You..." "OK, why don't you sit down." "Mr. Dean Kates, Main Reception." "Mr. Dean Kates, Main Reception." "You mean, Iike...?" "Like a plastic or prosthetic or something?" "We have a donor who suits your husband, who can give him a normal human arm as fully functional as the one he's lost." "Now, unfortunately, I need to perform the operation immediately." "To maximize the chance of success," "I need your signature right away." "God." "I don't know." "CouIdn't we...?" "CouIdn't we wait and ask him?" "There's no time, I'm afraid." "Every second counts." "Police officers and life support techs report to O.R. 5." "bill..." "bill..." "There's nothing to worry about." "Everything's gonna be just fine." "Hi, honey." "Hi." "bill I'm Dr. Webb." "You lost your arm in a car accident yesterday." "We've transplanted another arm for you." "I'm sorry." "could we be alone for a few minutes, please?" "Of course." "It's going to be all right, honey." "We'II get through this, OK?" "I swear." "Can you move it?" "It's a process." "We take it one step at a time, one day at a time." "Try again." "Shit." "Good." "Very good." "Lab 3-1 3 to the emergency room." "Lab 3-1 3 to the emergency room." "You can do it." " Did you see that?" " I did." "You're not supposed to touch that, you dumbbeII." "Hey, hey, hey." "Come on guys, stop it." "Hey, you two." "Remember me?" " You glad Daddy's coming home?" " Yeah." "hello, Karen." "Hi, doctor." "billy." "Dr. Webb, I..." "I can't find the words to thank you." " Get in closer." " Mr. Chrushank, how does it feel" " to have someone else's arm?" " Come on." "How does your family feel about the operation?" "Mr. Chrushank, do you think the operation will affect your sex life?" "Mr. Chrushank, can you show us your arm so we could get a shot?" " hold it up to the cameras." " Let's have a look at it." "I really don't think you people should be talking to me." "You should be pointing the cameras at Dr. Webb." "She's going to be a nobel Prize winner." "could we have a comment?" " Dr. Webb." " Question, please." "We hope that in a few years' time the procedure which bill Chrushank underwent will become commonplace." "Other than to pay tribute to the courage of bill Chrushank, there's nothing more to say." " Thank you." " Thank you, Dr. Webb..." " Move in." "Move in." "Got that?" " Did you get that?" " Dr. Webb!" " hold on!" "You know, guys," "Mommy explained why I was away in the hospital, right?" "And she told you I got hurt and..." "well, they took care of me in the hospital, and I'm all better now." "And I just want to know if you have any questions." "No, Dad, no questions." "No questions." "No questions?" "I Iove you guys very much." "And..." "well, I don't want you to worry about anything." "I'm here now." "And I'm the same old daddy I was before." "OK, and if you did worry about anything, you'd tell me, right?" " Can we see the arm, Daddy?" " Oh, honey." "Daddy just got home." "Maybe later, OK?" " please?" " Dope-head." "It's all right." " Yeah." " You sure?" "Sure." "They gotta see it sooner or later, no time like the present." "There it is, guys." " Mommy." " Oh, honey, it's OK." " It's all right." "Come on." " Dad, it's sort of gross." "Come on, guys, I know it looks a little funny, but..." "It's not how it looks, it's how it works, right?" "And it does work as good as the old arm." "Matter of fact, it works even better in some ways." " Even better, Pop?" " Even better, billy." "I still love you, Daddy." "I Iove you, baby." "billy, I tell you what, why don't we go out and throw the football around." " You mean it, Pop?" " Yeah, come on." "Oh, yeah." " Throw it to me, Daddy." " Throw it to you?" "How about if I throw you?" "Come on, billy." "I missed you so much." "It doesn't bother you to touch the scars?" "I thought it wouId, but..." "Keep doing that." "Bye." "What?" "What are you guys laughing at, huh?" "Get in there." "Now, four months ago, we were discussing the psychological roots and weIIsprings of human violence." "To continue on that, what we have before us, a paradox, you see." "Because violence, when it's sanctioned by the state, is acceptable to us." "For exampIe, policemen defending our families and soldiers defending our country." "We celebrate them as heroes." "But this is not the case with the so-caIIed freelance individual." "Because we regard individual acts of violence with repugnance and revulsion." "What is it that makes a man, or a woman for that matter, who is normal in most respects lose control of the restraints that make him..." "a civilized being and do severe harm to others?" "well that's a mystery." "And a mystery that you and I must explore to its very depths." "Shit!" "Son of a bitch!" " Daddy, Daddy, what happened?" " Shit!" " What are you looking at?" "!" " bill, what's the matter?" " Jesus." " Oh, man." " How's it going, doc?" " AII right." "Heard you've been on the TV." "Heard you were a regular freak of science." " I've been pretty lucky." " Is that right?" "You don't look real good." "What do you mean?" "What do you mean, what do I mean?" "You look like about how I usually feel." "Be more specific." "What do you mean?" "You look like shit, man." "Do you speak english?" "Maybe you got some kind of little demon inside of you these days." "How about that, doc?" "You been losing sleep lately?" "Let me ask you, does it make it easier for you to talk to me, seeing me like this?" "Do you trust me?" "Yeah." "I don't know." "I want you to trust me." "They only give those out on death row, pal." "You gotta be a stone killer to wear that shit." "What kind of shrink are you, man?" "You get away from me!" "Get away from me!" "Get away, I'm not talking to you, man." "You got that fucking thing on your arm." "Get away!" "Get away!" "Get away from me!" "Two weeks and they haven't found the guy?" " I told the cops, back off." " Excuse me." " Come on!" " You're hurting my arm." "Don't give me any grief." " Is there a warrant?" " Judge signed it." "Get down to Forensics and check it out." "Hey, bill." "What can I do you for?" "I want you to run my prints." " You want me to run your prints?" " Yeah." "Any past record I had would show up on the printout, right?" "Sure." "Why, you got some blackouts you're worried about?" "No." "Just indulge me, will you?" "Give me your thumb." "Jesus Christ." "Honey what's the matter?" "How long you been sitting here like this, hon?" "I don't know." "Why can't you sleep, honey?" "I don't know." "bill, come on." "talk to me." "I think there's something the matter with me." "What?" "It's the arm." "The arm's OK." "No, I think there's something wrong with it." "What are you talking about?" "I found out who it belonged to." "You did?" "Who?" "A vicious killer." "Somebody who makes KoIberg look like a..." "Like an altar boy." "Honey you have this guy's arm." "You don't have his personality." "I don't know." "You know nothing about this guy, right?" "Except his rap sheet?" "You always say when you're confused, get more information." "Find out who the guy really was." "The differences between you and this creep will emerge." "I chose not to tell you about FIetcher, because I thought it wouId impede your recovery." "In the Iong run, scientifically speaking, the psychological makeup of the donor is irrelevant." "It's your arm now, not CharIey FIetcher's." "Yeah." "well that's what my wife says." "You should make a practice of listening to her more closely." "Dr. Webb you put a killer's arm onto my body, and you didn't tell me." "I now have a murderer's blood in my blood." "I can't believe a man with your psychiatric background can be saying what you're saying." "That arm can't do anything you don't want it to." " How do you know that?" " Listen, bill." "Any physical problems you have with the arm," "I and my staff will be thrilled to help you with." "But as to these other matters you're bringing up..." "well I suggest you talk to a good psychiatrist." "Thanks for your time, doctor." "Dr. Webb." "Mr. Draper is having some problems." "I'II take a look at him right away." "Damn it, who is that?" "What do you want?" "I need to talk to you." "You need to talk to me?" "What about?" "About your arm." "My arm?" "Yeah, I got the other one." "Yeah so like you want to arm-wrestIe, or what?" "That arm used to belong to a killer." "OK." "You got my attention." "This is it, old man." "Magic digit saved my Iife." "Death, transfiguration." "complete rebirth." "Best work I have ever done." "Best work anyone's ever done." "In this century anyhow." "You're a true believer in Dr. Webb, huh?" "Agatha Webb is the most brilliant woman I have ever met." "probably on a genius level." "Darwin Edward Hopper WiIheIm Reich, elvis presley and Agatha Webb." "I put her right up there." "This is CharIey FIetcher." "charley who?" "charley FIetcher, the killer." "killed 20 people." "With his bare hands." "With that hand that you paint with." "The arm that Webb sewed onto your shoulder, that..." "That killed people." "Yeah?" "well, what did he do with your arm?" "Don't you wonder where these images come from?" "If maybe they come from him?" "Oh, look, pal, I don't know what you do, but you sure the hell ain't no art critic." "Where do my images come from?" "If you or anybody have a sound theory on that one," "I recommend you bottle it and sell it at auction." "They just come to me, man." "I snatch them out of the air." "Thank God." "I want to show you something." "You see this?" "For the Iast...25 years I was a hack." "I can say that now." "Dumb Cape Cod landscapes." "wall fillers for banks, hotel rooms, that was the best I couId do." "Nobody had two seconds of their precious fucking time for my serious work." "I get this arm, and, hey," "I make $250,000 in the first three weeks." "My dealer's phone never stops ringing." "The New York-fucking-Times is talking about my "searing, original talent"." "I got no complaints." "The world is my fucking oyster." "I'm a 1 0-year-oId kid on the street corner flying a red, white and blue kite." "You hear what I'm saying?" "This isn't art." "This..." "These, these..." "These aren't your pictures." "This is..." "These are CharIey FIetcher's pictures." "Don't you see?" "That's what he saw." "This, this right here?" "This is what he saw when he was breaking a girl's neck." "That over there, that's what he saw when he killed five police officers." "And this one right here?" "This is what he saw when he was laying on the operating table, and they were cutting him to pieces!" "These are his pictures!" "I know what I'm talking about because I see these pictures in my mind!" "You see those pictures in your mind?" "Yeah?" "You see this?" "It's a paintbrush." "You see this?" "This is paint." "Go ahead." "Have at it!" "Everybody's a fucking painter." "I'm sorry that you got a problem with all this, but, hey." "I'm busy." "The inspiration is on the flow." "The bluebird is on the wing, and I gotta catch it." "I gotta, see?" "I'm working on my first million here." "Nice talking to you." "It's childish of me, I know." "But I'm somewhat disturbed to learn that I'm not the only beneficiary of Dr. Webb's experiments." "I must find out if other experimental subjects are having the same turbulent shifts in mood and activity that I've been experiencing." "Does the arm really have a soul of its own?" "These questions are I know, monstrous and fantastic." "But what has happened since the accident... ls it not fantastic?" " Honey, we're late." " Jesus Christ." "What?" "You scared the shit out of me." "What?" "well, piss off." "I'm not the one who said we had to go to this faculty dinner party for the new German guy in your department." "Oh, shit." "I forgot all about it." "If you think listening to a bunch of faculty clowns gossip is my idea of a good time, you've got another thing coming." "If you don't want to leave your blessed study, Iet's not go." "Hey, hey, hold on a second!" " What are you so angry about?" " What am I so angry about?" "I don't know." "What have I got to be so angry about?" "Last night you scare the shit out of me about the guy who had your arm." "Today you bury yourself in here with your books." "What have I got to be angry about, huh?" "OK." "I'm sorry." "AII right?" "I'm sorry." "There's nothing wrong." "I'm sorry." "Everything's fine." "I talked to Dr. Webb, everything's perfect." "You saw Dr. Webb and you didn't tell me?" "Why should I?" "There's nothing wrong." "Everything's fine." "I got this guy fletcher's arm." "It's no big deal." "Who cares?" "Everything's perfect." " So it's OK?" " Yeah, it's OK." "It's great!" "He took five of my men." "Good ones." "I took him in." "The judge gave him the chair." "Then it kind of gets hazy." "There's this lady doctor who wants to experiment grafting techniques on convicts." "She's up to her neck in politics." "charley's got no family." "No lawyer." "No money." "He's nobody." "She pulls the right strings and cha-cha-cha you've got his arm." "I was in the operation room with eight armed officers when they sawed his head off." "End of story." "I'm home." "Hey!" "Where is everybody?" "Hey!" " Dad!" " Hey!" "Come here, you." "Damn it!" " billy!" " Mom!" "What's going on?" "billy, what is it?" "What is wrong with you?" "Are you crazy?" " I'm sorry." " He's a child." "You don't..." "You don't hit a child!" "Don't you ever put your hands on him!" "Come here." "Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?" "That arm can't do anything you don't want it to." "Go, go, go." "Go for a shot." "Put it up." "Nice shot." "Hey, Mark!" " Pump it up, Mark." " Yo, Mark, what's up?" "Hey, guys." " Hey, Mark, how you doing?" " Good." " You positive you're up for this?" " I'm positive." "Let's do it." " OK." "You're on my side." " Hey, Mark, throw it here." "AII right, Iet's go." "play it tight, now." "play it tight." "Come on, Iet's go." " Bring it down." " Man-to-man." "Watch that hole." "Watch the zone!" " Watch the pick there!" " Get on him." "Go from the side." "Go for it." "Let me have it." "Look around." "Harris, go for the boards, now." " Hey, over here." " Come on, Casey." "Come on, now." " Get at him." " AII right." "Go for it, Mark." "holy shit!" "Yeah!" "Jesus Christ!" "What the fuck?" "Oh..." "You all right?" " Huh?" " Yeah, I..." "I think so." "What happened?" "I..." "I don't know what happened." "Just, my leg..." " Fuck." " Your leg?" "What's the matter with your leg?" "I don't know, it just kind of..." "Just kind of stomped on the gas there." "And I couldn't..." "I couldn't get it to hit the fucking brake." " It sounds pretty nuts, huh?" " No, it doesn't." "Doesn't sound nuts at all." "My name's bill Chrushank." "Hi." "I know this sounds weird but I got my arm from the same place you got your legs." " I'm Mark." "Mark Draper." " Hi, Mark." "Hi." "Mark, you all right?" "OK." "Can I talk to you a little bit?" "Yeah." "Sure." "Listen, I, I..." "See, I've been having some side effects from..." "From this operation, and I just..." "I need to talk to somebody who's been through the same procedure, you know what I mean?" "And..." "well, my arm, it's kind of like..." "It's been doing things on its own." "And, and something's wrong." "See, something's wrong with this operation." "I don't know what it is." "It's probably just rehabilitation, you know?" "I mean, it takes a while for it to come back." "I think that's what happened." "I just was having trouble with my coordination." "Coordination?" "Mark." "Mark, I followed you." "I, I saw you play basketball." "You looked pretty coordinated on the court there." "What's the matter with the car here, that's not coordination." "Hey, it was an accident, you know." "I mean, accidents happen." "Hey, look, I can walk." "I had an accident three years ago at work." "It crushed both my legs." "Put me in a fucking wheelchair." "Lose your legs sometime, I'm telling you, all your other problems shrink to nothing in comparison." "Jesus Christ." "Why...?" "Why doesn't anybody want to ask any questions about these operations?" "What are you talking about, ask questions?" "I mean..." "Look, all I want to do is get good with these babies and get on with my Iife." "I suggest you do the same." "Yeah, all right." "AII right, Mark." "Yeah." "OK." "Listen, I'II tell you what." "Here's my card, all right?" "Here." "I'm sorry I bothered you." "If you..." "No bother, it's just, you know..." "I have to get on with it." " Yeah." " AII right." "Thanks for..." "Thanks for stopping." "bill." "bill." "bill." "Stop it." "Karen." "Get away from me!" "Just stay away from me!" "Stay away from me." "Wake up, honey." "Daddy, I'm asleep." "Sit down here." "billy." "billy." "Dad." "I was asleep." "What's the matter?" "Where's Mommy?" "Daddy has to go away for a little while, guys." "OK?" "How long?" "I don't know, billy." "Daddy loves you guys very, very much." "Why?" "Are you sad with Mommy?" "No, honey." "Can I come?" "No, billy, you can't." "I want it off." " Are you insane?" " I got serious problems, doctor." "I hit my kid." "I tried to strangle my wife." "I have nightmares every night!" "Look, it's...it's OK, all right?" "The arm's fine." "I don't want it." "Give it to somebody else." "Just give me a hook or something." "Do you realize what I and my team have accomplished with that arm of yours?" "Don't you realize that if a gun were put to my head, I wouldn't jeopardize the accomplishment that your surgery represents?" "Can't you see this arm is killing me?" "!" "I'm sorry to put this so bluntly, bill." "But the pain you're in just isn't that important when I balance it against the significance of the experiment." "You won't perform the operation to remove the arm?" "No." "And I'II see you put in a mental institution before I let you undo what I've done." "Let me be blunt, doctor." "Why don't you go fuck yourself." "Get the hell out of this office." "Fuck you and all your bullshit!" "I want this fucking arm off!" "I don't know how we got to be like this." "It all seemed to go so well at first, and now..." "Now we can't seem to have a normal moment with you around here." "If only I hadn't signed that damn piece of paper, none of this would be happening." "The corollary of violence is loneliness." "Humanity shrinks from the violent man as if he were a carrier of disease." "Cut off from my family, I'm terrified of what I am becoming." "I need someone to share my sense of isolation with." "And yes, a growing sense of horror." "I'm alone and afraid." "I really appreciate you guys showing up." "Every time I Iook at my hand I keep thinking about how many people it's killed." "How can one man kill so many people?" "I'm having terrible nightmares, you guys." "Look I've had some problems with the legs too, but I mean just as soon keep them, right?" "It's just pieces of this guy we've got." "Not his..." "Not him, you know." "That's what I'm wondering, see?" "I mean, where is evil...?" "Where does it live?" "Does it live in the soul?" "In the mind?" "Maybe it lives in the heart." "Maybe it lives in the flesh." "How can one man kill so many people?" "Look, bill." "You gotta stop torturing yourself." "Lay off the metaphysical speculation." "It's a waste of fucking time, you know what I'm saying?" "Maybe evil lives in the skin." "I don't know." "Look, why don't you talk to Agatha Webb about this." "She knows what she's talking about." "I mean, she's looked into these things." "She's spent her whole life on it." "She's gone to the mountain, man." "How come you guys don't have the same symptoms I do, huh?" "I mean, why wasn't my transplant a success like yours?" "I mean..." "She might be brilliant." "You might be right." "Maybe..." "Maybe it is me." "You gotta stop fighting it." "Go with the flow." "Don't be so stiff." "Listen to what your arm's saying to you." "What's my arm saying?" "Right now it's saying, "Have another drink, old buddy."" "Now, that's funny." "Because that's just what my legs are saying too." "gentlemen." "I'd Iike to propose a toast." "To our benefactor, CharIey." " To CharIey." " To CharIey." "Thanks, Chuck." "Hey." "Hey, asshole." "I know you." "I've seen you on the TV news." " Oh, yeah?" " Yeah." "Come on, Iet's see the hand." "It's just a hand, just like any other hand." "You wanna see mine too?" "It's a matched pair." "I wanna see the one from the TV." "Hey, come on, I ain't no circus attraction." "Yeah?" "You're some kind of fucking freak." "I wish he hadn't said that." "Come on." "Let me see the hand." " Back off, man." " Come on, Iet me see that hand." "Take it outside, come on!" "hello, police." "This is L.B.'s Bar." "Get over here right away." "There's a fight going on." "Hey!" "Move it." "Move it!" "Somebody get these people out of here." "Come on, bill." "Everybody get back." "What the hell is going on?" "Get an ambulance!" "What is up here?" "Come on, legs." "This is Bill Chrushank in exile." "Current location, the Hillcrest Hotel." "Well, enough about me." "How are you doing?" "Leave a message at the beep, and tell me all about it." "Hey, Bill." "Hey, Bill, it's Mark Draper calling." "Just calling to, just, you know, to see what's going on with you." "To see what's up." "I'm at home." "Just..." " Mark?" " No." "No!" " hello." " Karen." " Take the kids, go to your mother's." " What?" "Mark Draper's been murdered." "Now, just go." "Just don't pack." "Just go now!" "Samantha?" "billy?" "Samantha." "OK, lift." "tell me again." "You were home when you got his call." "And you hadn't seen Draper since the bar." "What was your fight about at the bar?" " We weren't fighting." " It sounded like a fight to me." " He was just trying to stop me." " Stop what?" "Listen, I'm tired." " You got any more questions?" " Yes, I do." "bill." "I'm sorry." "I'II have to start asking them downtown." " You better check with Remo Lacey." " What for?" "Because I think his life is in danger." "Give me back..." "You'II be safe." "From now on, you'II be with me." "I'm not safe." "I'm next." "It's CharIey!" "What the hell's going on?" "You son of a bitch!" " Hang on!" " Look out!" "Oh, shit!" "Turn right!" "Right, right!" "Stay on him!" " Stay with him!" " help me, kid." "Shoot him." "Where's your gun?" "Goddamn it!" "Shoot him!" "No." "No, don't shoot him!" "Don't shoot him, stop!" "You son of a bitch!" " Son of a bitch!" " Get out of the fucking way!" "Shit!" "Go left!" "Go left!" "Shit!" "Give me the gun, I'II shoot him!" "Shit." "Dearest Karen," "This may be my final journal entry." "Having read this, you know the truth." "I hope you understand why I have to do I what I'm about to do." "I love you, Karen." "You and the kids are the best thing I've known." "Bill." "welcome, bill." "You wanted to give back CharIey's arm?" "We're ready to take it." "You're completely out of your fucking mind." "You're a threat to every living thing you touch." "The grafting on of limbs was only the beginning." "The beginning?" "Saving CharIey FIetcher's head so he could run around and kill people?" "That's quite an achievement, doctor." "Science, Iike nature, destroys to build." "I'm part of a process that's bigger than all of us." "Now we transplant heads with full brain chemistry and functions intact." "Don't you see where this can lead?" "Yeah." "Straight to hell!" "Fuck you." "Get me Detective Sawchuck." "Homicide." " Homicide." " This is Chrushank." "I'm over at the clinic." "charley FIetcher's dead." "I've got Dr. Webb here." "You better get over here." "As I sit here today, the only survivor of Dr. Webb's experiments, I feel somewhat resigned." "The questions I've been asking are quite simply beyond my reach." "Where does evil live?" "is evil in the flesh?" "If a tree falls in the forest, and nobody is there to hear it, does it make a sound?" "Inquiring minds want to know." "And life goes on." "I do know that evil does not live in my arm, because since Charley has died, I've experienced none of the violent tendencies the arm initially manifested." "I've adjusted and accepted the fact that I am the recipient of a miraculous new surgical technique." "And to that end, I owe Dr. Webb and Charley." "The arm's mine now, Chuck." "I won it, fair and square." "You're not leaving those last lines in, are you?" "Sure." "I thought you said it was gonna be published in the Journal of Medicine?" "It is." "I just thought I'd inject a little humor." "well, then it's brilliant." " You think so?" " The rest of it ain't so bad either." "I Iove you."