The Island of Dr. Moreau Page #4

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working to pursue his dream

to create a perfect human race.

Nothing was said

of my attempted escape.

Montgomery. Who had once been

a brilliant neurosurgeon.

Was reduced to being

the beast people's jailer.

And now

he had become mine. Too.

It's turned

completely yellow.

It's almost opaque. See?

Jesus!

Nothing.

So. We'll simply

have to increase the dosage.

Would you get

the inoculation gun. M'Ling?

You bore me.

Go. Go.

Good girl. Good girl.

Hi. Sweetie.

What are you

giving them exactly?

It's a combination

of endorphins and hormones.

Keeps them from retrogressing.

Retrogressing into what?

Well. It isn't pretty.

It seems

to improve their mood.

That's my contribution.

I add a little methamphetamine.

Morphine.

'Shrooms and other sh*t.

Keeps them mellow...

keeps them

coming back for more.

It hasn't brought him back.

- What?

- There.

Come! Come!

It's okay.

Come get your shot.

Come on.

Hyena.

Hyena.

Look at my hands.

Look. Okay? It's okay.

We won't hurt you.

That's right. That's right.

Come on.

Hyena. Come.

That's right. Come on.

What's th... What?

Pain...

no more.

What?

What are you doing?!

What's going on?

- Christ. He pulled it out.

- What?

He pulled out his implant.

They have implants so we

can shock them into submission.

We must find him.

Dart him. And get him

back to the compound.

A hunt. Master. Hunt.

Yeah. Hunt.

Azazello likes a good hunt.

Get him! Get him!

This is bio station Helix.

Calling on all channels.

Is anybody receiving me?

Are you sure

you know how to use this?

Yes. I make many calls

for the doctor.

I read the books and learn.

I make it work.

Not without this you don't.

Fetch.

Who do you think you'll call?

What'll you say when you get

somebody on the horn?

"Mayday. Mayday. I'm being held

captive by a pig lady"?

You'll sell Aissa to the circus?

You know. She's not like... us.

She's very delicate.

They all are.

But she needs her shots. Too.

And she's not going to get them

off this island.

There's so much

you don't understand.

Why don't you smoke this?

Maybe you'll start.

There's no way off the island.

You must face the fact.

Why was I brought here?

I was brought here. Wasn't I?

I can't find the Hyena-Swine.

I think we should. Before

the others get the same idea.

Oh. My word.

You startled me.

How are you?

How are you?

I think I'm just simply going

to perish from this heat.

I cannot bear it.

The longer that I'm here.

The worse it gets.

And I... I mean.

This damn Montgomery...

won't fix anything.

And I... I'm dying of heat.

I think that... yes.

My caloric converter is empty.

Would you fill it. Please?

Yes. That's much better.

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