please.
- It's good to see you.
- Same here.
- How are you?
- Fine.
I've read about your father's
death. It's terrible.
Excuse me. Please.
I'm late as usual.
Just one question. It won't take
a minute.
Please.
What's imperative is the freshness
of the material. The time factor.
I get the picture, Doctor.
You're a body snatcher.
- What? A body snatcher?
- You need bodies for your work.
I've made all the arrangements
with your superiors.
- Don't you fear God?
- That's been arranged as well.
You'll get your bodies, Doctor.
There's no shortage of corpses.
People get murdered, shot,
they have accidents.
Take our boss, the professor.
He went and smashed himself up.
The professor drove carelessly.
- Did you drive with him often?
- Never.
I'm an experienced driver.
This is very attractive.
Is it yours?
- Yes. Where'd you find it?
- Same place you lost it.
Thank you.
I'd better hang on to it.
Make sure you don't lose it again.
Where d'you think you're going?
Get back! Silly little creature!
Come here, baby.
Shame on you! Come here.
He is in there. I saw him!
- Who did you see?
- He... he looked at me.
Were you seeing a ghost?
Oh, Jesus, help me!
He's delirious. Too much alcohol.
That's our old operating room
where Dr. Laurent works.
These are last night's test results
on the monkey.
Should we increase the dose? Yes.
We've just begun looking for
a donor for you.
Dr. Korn's solution seems to be
working. The monkey's alive.
We're running out of the solution
you prepared. We must take chances.
More oxygen? No?
Shall I increase the pressure?
I don't understand.
I wish I understood.
I'm sorry, but I don't.
- You've got to be careful, Marie.
- I'm sorry, Doctor.
Something worries the professor.
I can't understand him.
Take a little rest, Marie.
I'll replace you for a while.
Good evening, Professor.
Evenings are good. The nights
and the days are unbearable.
My days have not been
much better, Professor.
There are irreversible structural
transformations in the solution.
Why are those the only words
I ever hear?
Our monkey is showing signs of
rejection.
Nobody loves her.
Why haven't you told Laurent
that I can speak?
She is a woman. Too emotional.
You should communicate
only with me for now.
The storm is violent.
Gusts of wind are bending
the palm trees.
The night is very calm.
You won't give me the formula.
There's no formula, my colleague.
I've never completed the research.
You must search for it,
touch it, feel it.
The head can't do it.
There's nothing impossible
for your head.
"Being of sound body
and sound mind,
"I bequeath to Doctor Korn
in the event of my death
"to perform a resection of
my head
"and continue the research
with my post-mortem participation."
It's your testament, in your own
words.
He was an awful person,
this professor.
You are a great man.
- Doctor, where's Arthur?
- I don't know.
I haven't heard from him at all,
Professor.
I'm not a professor. I'm it.
Apparently, he's realized that
I'm trying to infiltrate his brain.
He's consciously resisting and is
trying to make contact with Laurent.
There's a decomposition reaction in
the solution. I must research it.
I must think, look for
the ingredients.
I must find the formula.
The exact formula of the solution.
I must not narrow
the memory range.
- Oh, sorry, wrong room.
- Arthur?
- Good evening, Arthur.
- Hello.
You haven't changed, Angelica.
Angelica left town.
I'm Anne Smith, her secretary.
You're crazy!
Aren't you glad?
- You... It's weird.
- I like that better.
Shells! Shells! Buy a shell!
I'll give it to you for a pack of
cigarettes.
Buy a shell.
So pretty and cheap!
Come on, buy!
Tell me what's troubling you?
Buy my shells. So pretty...
The same. The same again.
How concentrated should
the solution be?
Should any inhibitors be added?
Still nothing.
Just a few figures.
Some undecipherable hieroglyphs.
Impulses are in the