Anaconda III Page #2

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and in way over our heads.

What does she mean by that?

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen,

I have some cultures to examine.

Pinkus.

- It's nothing.

- Nothing?

I'm paying you an obscene amount of

money to keep this research on track.

It is clearly not on track.

And my very expensive expert there

is concerned.

Money is not the problem.

If we stopped every time we needed

to expand or upgrade...

we'd be months behind.

Everything here is custom- made.

It takes time.

And time is what I do not have.

- Amanda? Excuse us.

- Sir? Sure.

What is the matter with you?

I didn't go to med school

to serve a life sentence.

It's just a means to an end.

Whose end? For what?

So some sick billionaire

can defeat death?

- What do you mean he's sick?

- Come on, Eric.

You didn't see it?

Pupils dilated, pale skin, coughing?

Not to mention

his severe weight loss?

It looks to me like he's got cancer,

which means he's dying.

Amanda.

We're at the brink

of saving millions of lives.

Can you imagine a drug, that could

revitalise cancer patients...

and reverse Alzheimer's?

Do you really still believe that?

Don't you?

I don't know.

For something that's supposed to be

so good, why does it feel wrong?

You knew what we were doing

when we started the research.

Yeah, but I expected it to be handled

with more responsibility.

We're tampering

with evolution, Eric.

Come on. It's just a big snake.

Yeah, well, that's definitely

an understatement.

- All right, I'll talk to you later, okay?

- Okay.

Bigger, tougher, meaner, eh?

I could use a bit of that.

That's not a good idea, sir.

You're telling me the serum

is responsible for this?

Sir? Sir, turn that light off.

Turn that light off.

What the hell happened there?

Pinkus? The warning lights in the tank

are starting to go crazy.

- What's going on?

- I told you not to do that.

- Hit the gas.

- What's going on?

- What's going on?

- More lights are flashing.

There's a lot of movement.

- Don't you touch that gas!

- Darryl, hit the goddamn gas!

- You're gonna kill it.

- No, we're not killing-

- Don't put the gas on.

- Please, Darryl!

- Hit the goddamn gas. Sir. Sir.

- I won't let you kill it!

Calm down.

It will only sedate the snake.

Don't you tell me what-

- Darryl! Darryl?

- What's happening?

- What's happening?

- Darryl-

Look, look. Don't worry, Mr. Murdoch.

That's three- inch polycarbonate glass.

Well, it's not enough.

- What's it doing?

- Everybody, just stay calm.

- The gas will sedate it.

- Are you sure?

He'll settle down, I'm sure.

Everybody calm down.

It's fine.

Finally.

Now let's just leave him be.

Darryl, call Kane.

Let him know what happened.

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