Horror Express Page #3

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I think the fossil or whatever it is escaped,

jumped off the train.

- Miss Jones, I shall need your assistance.

- Yes, well, at your age, I'm not surprised.

- With an autopsy!

- 0h, well, that's different.

Very curious.

A genetic defect, obviously.

- Scalpel.

- Uh-hm.

Can you keep that still.

- (Man) What is he doing?

- Trepan.

Don't get up, please.

I see you have decided to dine alone,

Sir Alexander.

I've eaten in worse circumstances

and in worse company.

Handsaw.

Here you are, Doctor.

You're in bad humour because

you've lost your box of bones.

That "box of bones", Madame, could have

solved many of the riddles of science.

If the theory of evolution is confirmed,

if the science of biology is revolutionised,

if the very origin of man is determined...

I have heard of evolution, it's... it's immoral.

It's a fact... and there's no morality in a fact.

And what about the baggage man

and that poor thief at the station?

- What about them?

- They are dead.

Was your creature responsible for that?

Probably.

And you don't care?

A baggage man and a thief?

You're right, Madame,

I don't care as much as I should.

Can you tell me how he died?

Smooth as a baby's bottom.

You saw this man today and he was normal?

- Absolutely.

- It must be a mutation, a freak of nature.

What's so special about this brain?

Learning and memory

are engraved on the normal brain,

leaving a wrinkled surface.

This brain has been drained,

the memory has been removed

like chalk erased from a blackboard.

- (Knocking)

- Come in.

Thank you. It's all yours.

I won't be long.

Miss? It's Doctor Wells.

Miss, are you all right?

Miss, are you there?

(Gunshot)

(Creature growling)

(Snarling)

(Gunshot)

(Knocking)

Come in.

Feeling better?

Yes.

Anything wrong?

That woman who was killed -

the engineer, you know, the chess player,

he told me that she was an international spy.

- Yes, I know.

- 0h, you do?

Well, could that fact have had anything

to do with her death?

What do you think?

Doctor Wells and I performed

an autopsy on her.

Her brain was completely smooth,

just like the baggage man's.

Everything had been erased.

I have a theory about this.

I'm only a policeman, Professor,

I don't have much education.

Well, I'll make it simple.

Supposing that creature, the one you killed,

was capable of taking ideas

directly from other people's brains

and transferring them to its own.

- You mean it sucked other people's brains?

- Absorbed, through the eyes.

That was our first clue. The eyes going white.

Then if the beast had absorbed your brains,

all of your education

would have gone into its brain.

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