THE MORBID SEVEN RISE AGAIN Page #2

MARILYN VAN SHORN

How does the healing happen in a cold tank?

He reaches out to Elena who displays the AI chip resting on the tip of her forefinger.

LUTHER:

The function of the Chip is twofold. First, it heals the body tissues over a period of time. Secondly, it rejuvenates the body during the process over a longer period.

MARILYN VAN SHORN

And then?

LUTHER:

And then, when the body is resuscitated, the person will communicate, feel, move and act exactly as he did at the time of dying but with no symptoms of disease. Elena looks exactly the way she did at the time of her passing.

All heads turn towards Elena with yet another curious look. She is appreciative and acknowledges their curiosity.

MARILYN VAN SHORN

May I ask you what happened?

ELENA:

I was in a car accident ten years ago. Now I feel, act and look as I did ten years ago, even before I was disfigured on the left side of my face.

MARILYN VAN SHORN

(deep breath)

Very reassuring. The money?

LUTHER:

That has already been deposited as Mr. Bristow knows. Two hundred fifty thousand dollars for the first year, with an equal amount that will be put in trust with your bankers, the Bank of America in New York. The same amount will be paid one week before the start of a new year.

MARILYN VAN SHORN

So, when do you think ... that ...?

LUTHER:

Our research indicates that Sam could be back ten years from now in perfect shape. That would be an investment of two million five hundred thousand dollars, American.

DONALD BRISTOW:

Not forgetting inflation.

LUTHER:

That has been allowed for in the said amounts.

Marilyn looks at Mr. Bristow who nods.

MARILYN VAN SHORN

We’re happy to proceed.

LUTHER:

Very well, Elena will witness the signatures and put her own, too.

They complete their signatures, then Luther looks at Elena who promptly presses a push-button remote control. Farewell Scottish bagpipe music breaks the silence. They bow their heads for ten seconds.

They all stand up and start towards the door after bowing politely. Luther sees them out. Mr. Bristow stops and shakes hands with Luther.

INT. ZOMBESCU’S HOUSE (HALLWAY) - NIGHT

Elena walks to Mrs. van Shorn who looks a bunch of nerves. She says some words of comfort to her and holds out her hands. Unintentionally, she stares at her.

ELENA:

I would like to reassure you that everything will be okay.

Marilyn’s mouth and lips are now trembling uncontrollably. She cannot get the words out. The kids look at their mom, panic and cry. Finally ...

MARILYN VAN SHORN

Elena, you mean ... eh ... you were a real corpse.

Elena continues to stare at her and just nods twice. Marilyn freaks out.

MARILYN VAN SHORN

(top of her voice)

Get me out here, can’t take this anymore.

Marilyn starts to faint. Mr. Bristow grabs her and helps her into the car.

The door closes. Luther and Elena get inside the morgue to take a good look at their new lifeless customer - the corpse of Mr. Sam van Shorn.

INT. ZOMBESCU’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

After meeting with the van Shorn family, Luther Zombescu looks tired in his sofa. His wife Simona is sixty, looks plain and she is partly paralyzed. They sit by the fire in their living room of their large house.

SIMONA:

What is the new customer like?

LUTHER:

Dead.

SIMONA:

I gather that.

LUTHER:

Sam van Shorn. Banker from New York. Heart attack. Quarter of a million. Ten years in the tank.

SIMONA:

My research indicates back to life in five years. You will get your update in a week. Elena made any moves?

LUTHER:

None. Anyway, I like you better even with one leg, the way you are. Ah, the wrong dose of chemicals. I want to kill myself at times. Permanently tormented. Once this research is done...

SIMONA:

... I will go in tank and come out like a fifty-year-old. Anticipating a quicker healing to the body and rejuvenation by up to twenty years. Die at fifty, come to life at thirty.

LUTHER:

Eternal Cryogenics. It’s a good name. Very true to its purpose. Ah who would believe?

SIMONA:

Believe what?

LUTHER:

That all this is happening in Pitesti, Transylvania, one hundred miles from Bucharest, very peaceful in these wooded foothills. Too quiet.

SIMONA:

And scary. Two blackbirds were perched on the ledge looking inside. I hope it’s not a bad omen.

Simona looks at Luther. He is fast asleep.

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