The Abominable Dr. Phibes

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.

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Dr. Phibes: I will have killed nine times in my life, Dr. Vesalius; how many murders can be attributed to you? Dr. Vesalius: None, for 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 need to remind me of your ingenuity, Dr. Phibes... WHERE IS MY SON?

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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!

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