Return of the Living Dead III

Oh, John? John, this is Lieutenant Colonel Sinclair.

- Pleasure. - Likewise.

Sinclair is here from Washington observing.

She's spent the last three years researching the project

until they finally decided to go with your approach.

Yeah, I heard about your idea. Something about a steel cage?

- An ecto-skeleton. - Ecto-skeleton?

The steel frame allowed me to control the deceased units,

and, at the same time, offered the mobility

to make them highly effective bio-weapons.

Lucky for me the Pentagon decided to go with a more humane approach.

Postmortem team to sector six bio-engineering.

Postmortem team to sector six bio-engineering.

Oh...

Walsh, let me use your cardkey, please.

I seem to have misplaced mine at home.

Don't let it worry you.

From what I've seen around here, security seems a rather low priority.

Oh, well, those damned budget chopping fools in Congress...

If it wasn't for them, we'd have a permanent facility by now.

God, Julie, what are you doing? You're so mental!

Stop it.

Lone Ranger's here.

Did you get it?

- I said I would, didn't I? - Let me see, come on.

I had my dad look all over the house for it. He just couldn't seem to find it.

Curt, this is so cool!

So how we get on the base?

No problem, I'm the boss's son, remember? I can do anything.

Are you guys gonna do Club Kill tonight, or what?

I'll call you later.

So, did you find out anything else?

Not any more than I heard on the phone last night.

The big test, or whatever it is,

- it starts at 6:00. - What test?

No test, Mindy, butt out!

God, it's so cruel. I bet they're cutting up some poor animals or something.

What time is it?

- It's 5:30. - 5:30?

Come on, boy scout, we gotta jam!

Woo!

If the preliminary results are any indication,

maybe something good will finally come from the trioxin after all.

I'm sure it will, sir.

You were part of the original team that commissioned trioxin

- from Darrell Chemical, weren't you, sir? - I certainly was.

We were gonna use it as a weapon against the war on marijuana,

then came that leak in '69.

We found out about its special properties.

We did the only thing we could.

After the gas brought the dead back to life,

we rounded them up, stuffed them in those barrels...

didn't know then we'd never be able to destroy them.

How you doing? I'm going to see my dad.

Come on.

It's G-17, the same as on the card.

Let's try it.

- Shit! - Let me try.

What are you doing?

It's all in the tongue.

Come on.

Curt, look at all this.

It's incredible.

Okay.

Yeah, I think this is...

- Sentry six... - Hurry, come on.

...give a status report on your 1800 hour perimeter rounds.

Commencing rounds now.

Shh!

Come on, let's go.

What's this glass here for?

I don't know. Looks like they want to keep it airtight.

Hey, check it out. We can still see inside.

Oh, my God, what are they doing in there?

- My God. - Oh, shit.

This is creepy.

Come on.

Okay, okay.

Flatline set.

Check electrodes.

Check.

Ready?

We're all set here, sir.

All right.

Let's proceed.

God, Julie, that's my dad.

Don't worry, they can't see us.

Is that guy hanging up there dead?

Are you kidding? Definitely.

Come on.

All vital signs confirmed at flatline.

Trioxin exposure commencing at 1821 hours.

Bring the trioxin barrel into place.

All right.

I'm opening the valve now.

We got something.

Time's 18:24.

Jesus Christ.

He came back to life.

Phase one complete, sir.

Okay.

Proceed with the paretic infusion.

No! No!

...three... two... one.

We've got flatline.

Proceed with the visual inspection.

Optical reflexes... none.

No response.

Yes! Looks like we did it.

Affirmative.

Paralysis has been successfully attained.

This is really warped.

I can't believe my dad.

Oh, I know.

How do they do it?

I knew this would be worth checking out.

I just knew it!

We've got to get out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

It's okay, Curt. He didn't see us.

Look, Julie, I don't care.

I've seen enough.

Son of a bitch, John.

You have just changed warfare forever.

We could put those bio-units in, have them run roughshod over the enemy,

then just stroll on in, freeze them up, and pack them away until the next time.

I must admit, Reynolds, even though I think the ecto-skeletal approach

would be more efficient, there's no arguing with your results.

Thank you. This was really a team effort.

Don't be modest, John. This was your baby from the start.

It was John who figured out that these dead bastards

craved brains so they could get electricity from the neurons.

Oh, is that right?

Then it was just a matter of developing the acid projectiles to freeze them up again.

Well, we're on our way now.

No obstruction to mouth tissue. Esophagus appears clear.

- It didn't hold. - What's going on?

The paralysis didn't hold.

Alert security!

Use the projectiles!

Hook me up, damn it!

Hurry up, load it!

Projectiles!

Shoot the son of a bitch!

Load it again! Hurry up!

Shoot it, damn it!

My God!

He killed Dr. Hickox!

What happened?

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

It didn't hold.

Strap that damn thing down before it wakes up again.

Ready? Lift.

Get the gurney.

Strap him down.

I'll get the legs. You get the arms.

Tight!

Get it down tight there.

What about the mouth restraint?

Put it in.

What the hell am I gonna tell them?

That'll restrain him. Especially the mouthpiece.

What the...

Jesus Christ!

It didn't hold!

Get him off of me!

Contain it, damn it!

Seal it off now!

Contained.

Open the door!

Open the door, God damn it!

I got him!

Send a team in. Get everyone out.

I want them all tied down, living or dead.

Put them all under observation.

I need an explanation of what the hell happened here.

Son of a...

Washington is expecting a call from me right now.

What am I gonna tell them?

Don't worry, Colonel. I'll take care of it.

I told General Meade that I'd call him, just to give him my objective opinion.

God, I thought that was incredible, wasn't it?

It was great.

I wonder if he could feel anything.

What?

When that bullet smashed into his skull...

The dead guy... I wonder if he could feel anything?

And that scream... remember that horrible scream?

I'm trying not to.

I bet he was in hell. It must be awful to be dead.

Would you just give it a rest?

What's the matter?

You're so carried away with all this.

And you're not?

We don't even know what we saw.

We don't know if that was a corpse.

It could've been a mental patient or somebody in a coma.

No, that was definitely a corpse.