The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971)
Waverley: A brass unicorn has been catapulted across a London street and impaled an eminent surgeon. Words fail me, gentlemen.
Dr. Phibes: I will have killed nine times in my life, Dr. Vesalius. How many murders can be attributed to you?
Dr. Vesalius: None! I did not kill your wife!
Dr. Phibes: No?
Dr. Vesalius: I tried to save her.
Dr. Phibes: With a knife in your hands? Doctor, I have no faith in your profession! I was told, after my crash, that I would never speak again. The doctors were, of course, wrong, for as you see and can hear, I have used my knowledge of music and acoustics to re-create my voice!
Dr. Vesalius: You don't have to remind me of your ingenuity, Dr. Phibes. WHERE... WHERE IS MY SON?
Dr. Phibes: My love, sweet queen and noble wife, I alone remain to bring delivery of your pain. Severed, my darling, too quickly from this life. Of fires drawn and memories met, I shall hold our two hearts again in single time.
Dr. Phibes: [on phone to Vesalius, after kidnapping his son] Nine killed her; nine shall die!
Dr. Vesalius: Is that you, Phibes? Phibes! Phibes!
Dr. Phibes: Eight have died, soon to be nine! Nine eternities in doom!
Dr. Vesalius: Phibes, I must see you. Where are you, Phibes? I must speak... PHIBES! WHERE IS MY SON, PHIBES?
Dr. Phibes: The organ plays till midnight! The large house in Maldene Square. Come alone!
Inspector Trout: One... one more question, if I might, sir?
Inspector Trout: What did she look like?
Goldsmith: Well, she was a... tall...
Inspector Trout: [writing] Tall.
Inspector Trout: Attractive.
Goldsmith: ...young lady.
Inspector Trout: Uh-huh.
Goldsmith: She didn't speak much, as I remember, but she was, um... she...
Inspector Trout: Smart, sir?
Graveyard Attendant: [Vesalius and Trout visit the Phibes vault in Highgate cemetery] Fools! Fools. They'll have the worms soon enough.
Dr. Vesalius: Your wife, no, Phibes, but *you* I *will* kill!
Dr. Phibes: But you can't, Doctor: I-AM-AL-REA-DY... DEAD. Your son needs you.
Dr. Anton Phibes: Where can we find two better hemispheres, without sharp north, without declining west? My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, and true plain hearts do in thee faces rest. Within twenty-four hours, my work will be finished, and then, my precious jewel, I will join you in your setting. We shall be reunited forever in a secluded corner of the great elysian field of the beautiful beyond!
Dr. Anton Phibes: Perhaps your hands will shake and he, too, will die under your knife. A few remaining minutes are all you have, because when the acid reaches him, he will have a face like mine!
Sgt. Schenley: Well, they have one thing in common.
Inspector Trout: If you say they all died mysteriously, I'll bloody kill you.
Dr. Vesalius: God's sake!
Dr. Anton Phibes: Don't cry upon God, Dr. Vesalius. He is on my side! He led me, showed me the way in my quest for vengeance.
Inspector Trout: Uh, the-these ten curses, would they follow any particular order?
Rabbi: Oh, w... that is a point that Talmudic scholars have debated for generations, but there is no doubt that the classical tradition is, uh: the curse of boils, bats, frogs, the curse of blood, the curse of rats, hail, of beasts, the locusts of course, the death of the first-born, and then, finally, of darkness.
Inspector Trout: Darkness, Rabbi?
Rabbi: Yes. The final curse upon the land, to end forever the sleep of man.
Crow: Anyway, medical men die every day.
Inspector Trout: I'm aware of that, sir.
Crow: Good. They're composed of the same flesh and blood as you and I.
Inspector Trout: I'm aware of that too, sir. I happen to have seen rather a lot of their flesh and blood in the past few days.
Goldsmith: It's one of a very unusual set, this.
Inspector Trout: A set?
Inspector Trout: There's more than one?
Goldsmith: Of course there's more than one. It's a set.
Inspector Trout: Somebody is using these ancient biblical curses to kill everyone associated with the Phibes' operation; but, I mean, the husband's dead, there's no children, it all happened ages ago - so who the hell are we looking for?
Inspector Trout: Well, who ordered the set?
Goldsmith: It's a lady.
Inspector Trout: Oh, a woman, eh?
Goldsmith: No-no. A lady.
Dr. Hargreaves: [to Dr. Phibes] Good God, nobody told me this was a... a masked affair. For me? How very elegant. But my dear fellow, it's beautiful. I say, a jolly fine party, what. Don't think we've met. My name's Hargreaves. Doctor Hargreaves. I'm a psychiatrist actually - headshrinker.
Dr. Hargreaves: I say, would you... would you oblige? Some fancy catch. Much obliged, now point me towards the ladies.
Inspector Trout: But, uh, all this would just be myth of course, sir?
Rabbi: Oh, I think not.
Inspector Trout: No?
Rabbi: No. There is little doubt that the plagues did occur, though so distant now as to seem a myth.
Goldsmith: Good day, Inspector Pike.
Inspector Trout: 'Trout", sir.
Goldsmith: Oh, yes. Yes of course.
Inspector Trout: Oh, don't take him out like that. At least cover his face up... what's left of it.
Dr. Vesalius: Human error won't stop him.
Inspector Trout: Why? Wha'chu mean?
Dr. Vesalius: He's had years to hide, to plot this damnable thing. He's compelling himself to follow exactly the classic death pattern of the G'tach. It's the psychic force that holds that man together, this maniacal precision. If we could just throw it off, interrupt the cycle, then he might be stopped by his own inflexible standards.
Dr. Phibes: Vulnavia, my work is nearly finished. Go now. Destroy all I have created.
Dr. Phibes: You will see your son under circumstances which may bring back memories to you.
[Lights fade up in a room seen through a glass floor; in it lies Vesalius' son on a table, at best unconscious]
Dr. Vesalius: What is it you want?
Dr. Phibes: The skill of your hands, Doctor. I am giving your son the same chance that my wife had. You need not be alarmed. He has already been anaesthetized.
Waverley: Seventy men are active on this case trying to find a man who, according to you, has been buried once.
Crow: It's one of Trout's theories, sir.
Waverley: I don't know about Trout's theories, but I had a belly full of Trout's practice!
Dr. Vesalius: I'm going alone. Perhaps he'll trade my life for my son's.
Inspector Trout: If you think you can reason with him, then you're as mad as he is!
Waverley: Now, if we don't handle this with kid gloves, there'll be questions in the House. This whole thing's a political time bomb, you realize that? We're all of us as vulnerable as hell, especially me.
Inspector Trout: I'm sorry to take up so much of your valuable time.
Goldsmith: Uh, reasonably valuable, yes. Certainly yes.
Inspector Trout: Well, you should have driven faster.
Sgt. Schenley: Faster? As it was, I got there a couple of minutes before the locals.
Inspector Trout: Yeah, but two minutes after the crash!
Dr. Longstreet: Mrs. Frawley.
Mrs. Frawley: Doctor Longstreet, we are naughty, aren't we?
Dr. Longstreet: Well, egh-egh...
Mrs. Frawley: We haven't touched our supper, have we?
Dr. Longstreet: Oh.
Mrs. Frawley: And what is this?
Dr. Longstreet: This? What's thi...? Well, it's a... Oh... Oh, I see what you mean, oh yes. Oh, it's a... it's a new thing on the market. It... it keeps out drafts.
Rabbi: Part of the G'tach.
Inspector Trout: The what, sir?
Rabbi: The G'tach - the ten curses visited upon the pharaohs before exodus.
Inspector Trout: Well, what form would the curses take, sir?
Rabbi: Such as the, uh, curse of boils, of bats...
Inspector Trout: Frogs?
Rabbi: Frogs, yes. And the curse of blood.
Inspector Trout: I see, sir, yes, I see.
Inspector Trout: The curse of hail in the bloody middle of NOWHERE!
Dr. Longstreet: [to Vulnavia] I'm, uh... I'm Dr. Longstreet, you know. Who's this?
Dr. Vesalius: That still leaves the final curse.
Sgt. Schenley: Darkness.
Inspector Trout: Well, he'll be working on it, wherever he is.
Dr. Phibes: Work faster, Doctor! The acid is descending! My wife existed only six minutes on the operating table, and then she was dead. You murdered her...
Dr. Vesalius: No!
Dr. Phibes: *MURDERED HER*... But *he* will have what *she* did not: a second chance!
Dr. Phibes: My love, my sweet queen, my noble wife, severed too quickly, too cruelly from this life, I remain and suffer to bring delivery of your pain. Of fires drawn and of memories met, soon we shall hold our two precious hearts in single time.
Inspector Trout: Bats appearing out of nowhere... I don't know, it... it just doesn't make sense.
Inspector Trout: When you've finished up there, I want you to question the butler again. There may be something he's overlooked.
Crow: There's some very strange people practicing medicine these days.
Dr. Phibes: Nine killed you. Nine shall die and be returned your loss. Nine times, nine! Nine killed you! Nine shall die! Nine eternities in DOOM!
Sgt. Schenley: [from trailer] Here, how we gonna get him off this? You take his head and I'll take his feet. Let's unscrew him.
Dr. Phibes: [from trailer] What lovely music for a murder... or two... or three... or nine.
Dr. Phibes: [from trailer] Are you ready for Dr. Phibes? Hmm?
Dr. Phibes: [from trailer] Dr. Phibes who samples the finer things of life in his own imitable way and experiments with fascinating instruments of death.
[from the poster: "Love means never having to say you're ugly."]