construction. Our Eve.
- And her creator, God Himself.
I thought I was the only patient
around here.
You're also a patient?
- No.
- Too bad.
I think we know each other.
Do you always approach women
like that?
You were at the Continental
with a broad in glasses.
- That's where I was hit.
- Yes, I was there.
- How is she?
- She's dead.
Bad luck.
You'll find someone else, Arthur.
How did you know my name?
Gee, is it really your name?
Ever since I had my operation,
I'm kind of weird.
Let's go swimming.
Buy a shell, pretty shells...
- Why'd you say that?
- I don't know.
- Who are you?
- Eve.
That's what the doctor calls me.
But I keep thinking I'm Monica.
And sometimes...
I don't even know who I am.
Well, see you again, Monica-Eve.
I hope so, Arthur.
That's her.
Monica Brown, 28 years old.
Yes, that's her.
Nonsense, it can't be her.
- It's impossible.
- I'm telling you, it's her.
Monica Brown. The night-club
singer. 28 years old.
Her body was given to Korn.
Maybe I'm going
out of my mind, but...
She reminds me so much
of Angelica.
- Of who?
- Angelica Guy.
I don't know why, but something
about the way she speaks, walks...
- Cut it out.
- No. And another thing.
You see, she possesses the very
essence of Angelica.
These words:
"Buy a shell, pretty shells".
You're right. We can'tjust
drop that lady.
After all, Dowell's brain has
given me the formula.
He was no doubt guided by
the survival instinct.
Dowell knows that his medicine
is running out.
In a few days I'll switch the
professor over to the new solution.
Try to imagine, Laurent:
Gigantic refrigerators,
full of frozen bodies, black,
white, yellow - anything you like.
Immortality.
The old Rockefellers and Morgans
would bring us their billions.
The last cry a dying body
utters is "To live!"
And in our laboratories we'll
have heads.
Heads enclosing
the finest of minds.
All those Einsteins and Fermis
go on living after death.
Their unique minds never cease
functioning.
The professor's favorite expression:
"I think, therefore I am".
The power of pure reason.
What overwhelming possibilities!
You're mad. Or even worse.
It was a joke.
Let's get back to business, Marie.
In a day or two we'll invite
scientists, businessmen, the press.
And we'll introduce them to Eve.
Eve exists thanks to
Professor Dowell.
You can only cut and stitch.
You know that.
As soon as the situation
is under our control,
we shall produce to the world
the resurrected Dowell.
You've got golden hands,
Laurent.
I'm just a workhorse.
Your Doctor Korn's hands
are golden.
You're very capricious today.
Why not? Caprice is
a privilege of the weaker sex.
Stop grumbling. Bring the chess
board and put on some music.
That's what's immortal.
Don't you understand
what Korn's like?
A reserve supply of heads.
Very ingenious.
Move the queen to F 8. Check.
- When is the Science Congress?
- In a day or so.
- Is Grunberg coming?
- Yes. Kraft'll be there, too.
Oh! The great Kraft!
Congresses, symposia...
When I attended them
I created scandal after scandal.
- Yes, you had quite a character.
- I haven't lost it.
- Laurent.
- Yes, Professor?
How would you like to see
a nice little scandal?
As my contribution to
your congress, huh?
- The professor is playing white?
- Yes.
Your situation is hopeless.
Yes, I know, Doctor.
There's hardly any.
Well, the new poison is ready.
Any day now we will give
my new solution to the professor.
What better proof could we have
of its effectiveness?
The famous Professor Dowell's
assistant, Doctor Korn,
will be making tomorrow
a startling revelation
when he presents the results
of his mysterious research.
Among those attending the congress
are Prof. Kraft, Dr. Grunberg
and other leading scientists.
Now back to sports...
Reading your fortune?
Just the man I was thinking about.
- May I join you?
- Please do.
- Welcome back.
- Thanks, but I never left.
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