The Island of Dr. Moreau Page #3

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that makes you

destroy and debase.

What are you about

on this island...

but destruction and debasement?

Well. I could tell you

very plainly.

No. Please don't do that.

No. No.

For 17 years.

I have been striving...

to create some measure

of refinement...

in the human species.

You see.

And it is here.

On this very island.

That I. Sir. Have found

the very essence of the Devil.

What do you mean?

I have seen the Devil

in my microscope.

And I have chained him.

I suppose you could say.

In the sense

metaphorically speaking.

I've cut him to pieces.

The Devil. Mr. Douglas.

I have found...

is nothing more than

a tiresome collection of genes.

It is with great assurance

that I can tell you...

that Lucifer...

son of morning...

is no more.

I don't see how

any of this specious nonsense...

justifies

these monstrous disfigurements.

Very simply. They represent

a stage in the process...

of eradicating

destructive elements...

found in the human psyche.

And I have almost

achieved perfection. You see.

Of a divine creature

that is pure. Harmonious.

Absolutely incapable of malice.

If in my tinkering...

I have fallen short

of the human form...

by the odd snout. Claw. Or hoof.

It really is of no great import.

I am closer than you could

possibly imagine. Sir.

What's that?

Rabbit fricassee. Master.

Stop that! Oh. God.

Get this out of my sight!

Azazello.

Who's responsible for this?

Mr. Montgomery requested it.

Oh. Go to the kitchen.

Leave.

All of you. Go wash your hands.

Mr. Montgomery considers this

a source of amusement...

I suppose.

No one saw me kill it...

except you.

Well.

I have no way of knowing.

What do you mean?

We saw one in the forest

with its head torn off.

And who was responsible

for that?

It was Lo-Mai.

Good God.

You bloody fool.

I want everyone outside

in the compound tomorrow.

And. Mr. Douglas.

Perhaps we can entertain you...

a little more

than you anticipated.

We'll have a trial tomorrow.

Not to kill for pleasure.

Not to kill for hatred.

Not to kill anything. Anytime.

That is the law.

That law has been broken.

None escape. None escape.

None shall escape.

Who is he?

Who has done this?

Evil is he who breaks the law.

Do you hear. Lo-Mai?

Do you hear?

Lo-Mai.

I forgive you. My son.

Father.

Lo-Mai has broken the law.

He killed a living thing.

Oh. My God!

What have you done?

I am sorry. Father.

Didn't you want me to

protect the law?

Where did you get this gun?

The law is not to kill.

For any reason.

See that his body is shown

all manner of respect.

Yes. Master.

I saw little of Moreau

as the crisis broke.

He was always

in the laboratory...

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