Electra

Meet me in the alley in 10 minutes.

You came.

I'd come a lot further to meet you.

What's your name, handsome?

Ron. Ron Thatcher.

You live in New York, Ron?

No.

I'm from Rochester. I sell computers.

I'll be headed back tomorrow.

Anyone expecting you tonight?

No one I care about.

That's just what I wanted to hear.

Professor.

Ah! Good evening, Mr. Roach.

Whether it's good or not depends upon results,

Dr. Bartholomew.

Is the subject ready?

Oh, yeah. Yes, sir.

Start the computer now. Please.

So much prettier than the usual muscle.

Don't you agree Mr. Thatcher?

Ron: You've got the wrong guy.

It's a mistake! I'm a computer salesman.

30 seconds. Subject contamination, 50%.

Dr. Bartholomew: Contamination 80% by now.

100% contamination reached.

The power surge, it's still too much.

I thought you raised the Percocet level?

He's dead, sir.

No, he can't be... That's impossible.

Those are tranquilizer darts. I loaded them myself.

If I took your little potion I'd end up a vegetable,

just like our guinea pig there.

You guaranteed your formula would regenerate me,

I believe you said lifetime guarantee?

This was your last chance.

Girls.

Dr Bartholomew: No, M-Mr. Roach, you know it works, you've seen it work.

On lab animals.

All nine human subjects died.

And though the factory explosion left me a cripple,

what remains of me is still human.

Dr Bartholomew: No, wait, wait, wait!

No, I know someone who survived the serum.

Who?

Dr. Arthur Duncan. I worked with him at State Tech.

His son, he's been on it for two years and he's alive.

He's more than alive.

Who is this Dr. Arthur Duncan?

He died last year.

You've got two seconds to tell me everything

before my assistants turn you into hamburger.

Arthur's kid Billy had... has a rare form of anemia.

His mother died of it. Arthur was desperate.

He injected Billy with the test serum.

He destroyed his notes, his disk,

before I could copy them and left town with his wife and son.

Left town for where?

Dr. Bartholomew: Upstate New York, uh...

Watertown. To his second wife's farm.

Yeah, I went there for Arthur's funeral.

Mr. Roach: How did the boy look?

Dr. Bartholomew: Ridiculously healthy,

but he has to take the serum regularly

or the anemia resurfaces.

Mr. Roach: How long does it last?

Dr. Bartholomew: I don't know, I don't know,

a single dose could last a long time, though.

Mr. Roach: He needs to keep taking it.

That says something.

Either there's a great supply of it...

or someone can make more.

The stepmother, could she manufacture it?

Dr. Bartholomew: No. No way. Lorna is a simple farm girl.

She was Arthur's worst student at Tech. God knows why he married her.

But she's been a good mother to Billy.

Mr. Roach: The boy though?

Probably. Yes, he's a whiz kid chemist,

but you won't get it from him.

He swore to his father he'd keep the formula secret.

Swore to him on his deathbed.

I may be able to make him talk.

I'm not worried.

We could subdue him.

Have his blood analyzed.

No. Arthur put a failsafe toxin in the serum.

It is impossible to break down.

I'm impressed.

Seems he's thought of everything.

Not quite.

Now the essence of the serum can be sexually transmitted.

So... sex is the key.

All we need is the right keyhole.

No, no. Billy knows the risks,

he'll avoid unprotected sex with any girl.

We'll just have to find him that special someone.

Dr. Bartholomew,

your services are no longer needed.

Goodbye.

No, wait, wait!

I'm the only one who can synthesize the formula for you.

Don't kill me, please.

True enough.

You have a reprieve, professor.

For now.

Prepare my car

and then call Watertown.

I want the Duncan farm

under level one surveillance as of now.

Billy, careful.

Stand back, Ma, this tree's going to go.

Did you take your pill?

Remember what your father said.

Not yet.

Trying to go the distance without it.

I don't like you pushing your limits like that.

Remember what your father said.

You know, one day I'm going to make you tell me

where you hide those pills.

This is the last tree.

Now, you won't have to hire anybody in the fall

when I start college.