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- Dr. Arbogast.
- Dr. Arbogast.
- In a minute!
No. That's final.
I'll ask Ned
if he's got any room.
If there's anybody
better than me, it's Ned.
I'm sorry. Noah Banes is on one.
He says it's important.
Ned Sneller? Forget it.
He looks at me, Larry.
Banes. I'm on my way.
Banes. I'm on my way.
All right, gentlemen.
What seems to be the trouble?
They've jammed the lock.
Dr. Hesse?
Dr. Hesse?
This is totally unacceptable behavior.
- Open this door, now.
- I will miss you most of all.
Pop the hinges.
Banes. What's going on?
Dr. Arbogast, good news
and bad news, I'm afraid.
F.D.A. decision,
wicked bad news.
- They turned us down?
- I'm afraid so.
And the review board
has terminated your project.
I'm sorry, but you know, lab space
is tight, and money's even tighter.
- They canceled the project.
- Please, Banes.
I got 300 grand in this drug.
You got to cut me some slack.
Would that I could, but it's out
of my hands. Blame the review board.
You're head of the board.
Yes, I am.
Rock and a hard place.
So what's the good news?
I really hate to dance on your grave.
But I landed Dr. Diana Reddin
and her ovum cryogenics project.
I need you to be
extremely careful with this.
- Lady, if I hear that one more time...
- They're very fragile.
I've just got to set
the level for the incliners.
- Hey, don't touch that!
- You shouldn't be up there!
Stop! No!
Help me! Help me!
Help me now!
- Oh! My babies!
- Out of the way!
Thank you.
Thank you.
That's not necessary...
Get off me.
Thank you so very much.
Leave me alone.
- Dr. Reddin? Are you all right?
- Yes.
I'm fine. Thank you.
- No harm done.
- No.
Are they...
Okay, let me just check these.
Thank God.
They're all right.
They're all right.
Frozen eggs, huh?
Yes. I call it
the dairy section.
If it weren't for
the lightning reflexes of...
Where is he? He's gone.
- Hesse!
- Dr. Hesse has left the building.
Wait. It's his...
It's his laboratory, isn't it?
- Was.
- You like it?
Yes. But I don't want
to displace anybody.
Oh, you won't be,
I promise.
Take the chimps back to the primate lab.
We won't be needing them anymore.
Where ya goin'?
I'm going back to Europe
to start over.
You're running out on me? I don't
believe this. What are you doin'?
We're partners.
You can't just up and leave.
We're not partners anymore. I have
no lab, no funding, no future here.
Wait a minute. What about all the people
you'd be leaving behind?
What about your girlfriend?
What's her name again?
- I don't have a girlfriend.
- You're better off.
How about your colleagues?
I happen to know for a fact...
that your skill and dedication
is an inspiration to everybody.
They'd be lost without you.
They will find someone else
to mimic over coffee in the lounge.
That's not true.
They don't do that.
- Come on.
- I'm not well liked.
- I like ya.
- No, you don't.
I talked to my guy at Lyndon
Pharmaceutical, that Canadian firm.
- Larry. Good-bye.
- They'll give us additional funding...
provided we find a volunteer
for an Expectane protocol.
Can't do the protocol
without F.D.A. approval.
We can if we don't
tell the F.D.A.
Are we going to let a bunch
of Washington bureaucrats...
stand in the way of progress?
What woman will take an unapproved
drug while she's pregnant?
Who says we need a woman?
What are you talking about?
The experiment wouldn't have
to identify the subject's sex.
Just the human tissue reactives.
Remember Moe?
The monkey?
He went five months to term.
- You mean to do the test on a man?
- Why not?
Are you allergic to anything?
To me? You're nuts.
Boarding pass.
- Boarding pass?
- I don't have a boarding pass.
Only ticketed passengers
with boarding passes beyond this point.
Hear me out!
Sir, I need your ticket.
- Gate 68B to Paris.
- Quick. Thank you very much.
Pardon me. Excuse me.
Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me.
Oh, my God.
You wouldn't be pregnant

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