Rat Man (1988)

[bunniefuu]

Esteemed Professor Erlacher,

I hereby confirm that I will present to

the next international genetics congress,

The new hybrid I have

developed by introducing

the sperm of a rat into

the ovum of a monkey.

This hybrid has in it's

teeth and under it's nails...

A very potent poison.

One that produces a kind of

instantaneous leptospirosis.

It's bite or scratch will k*ll a

human being in just a few seconds.

Hope you enjoy your

dinner, filthy, stinking animal.

He should k*ll you all.

That's what I say.

Hey, Mousy, wake up.

Now, be good.

Don't touch me with

those. Much too dangerous.

We're friends after all, huh?

You get presented at the

next genetics congress.

You know, when I started this

experiment, they all thought I was a fool.

Well, we'll show them,

won't we.

You shouldn't scratch

the guy who loves you.

You have to learn to love

me too. OK, Mousy?

Once we get to the congress,

they'll call you by your scientific name.

No more Mousy.

- Antonio.

- Yes, sir?

Tomorrow, before

we go to the city,

Get rid of these rats.

Mm, with pleasure.

Easiest to burn them.

And feed him in half an hour.

Raw meat's the only

thing he'll eat now.

As I expected. It's

the right diet for him.

If you say so, doc.

But don't you think he's grown

too strong this past month?

Don't worry about that Antonio.

Just keep away from his claws.

Tell me about it.

OK, let's put the umbrella

down.

That's it. Beautiful, beautiful.

Just like that. That's

it. Have more fun with it.

That's it, that's it.

Beautiful. One more.

Good. Turn around now.

That's it. Just like that.

Stay just like you

are. Drop the umbrella.

On your knees now.

That's it. Beautiful, beautiful.

Lightning. Hold

that. That is fantastic.

There ya go. Come on now. Let

me see you having a good time.

Oh, that there. Hold it.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Lemme get one of these.

Over here a little bit.

Lean on your right hand.

That's it. Just like that.

Ah ha. Think that's

the end of the reel.

You want one like this, Mark?

Not right now. I'm gonna

work with Marylin for a while.

Is there anything to drink?

Didn't you see the

cooler I brought?

It's up there.

Marylin, it's your turn.

I'm taking a break. Move.

Here I come.

Marylin: Did you two

create something beautiful?

Peggy: Are you kidding?

The only thing he's got that clicks

with me is a shutter.

What are you laughing about?

Why? We're not allowed to laugh?

Let me in on the joke too.

We were talking about you.

And you know what she said?

That you were just

mean and nasty.

Isn't she happy here?

Yep. She's OK.

- For now.

- You're doing great.

Let's try to keep her that way.

You know the client only hired

us because he likes Peggy.

He's paying good

money for the job.

It's true.

We'll do it for the

money. OK, let's go!

- Woo!

- Alright.

Move it. Move that stuff.

I love it. I love it!

That's it.

Hey, come on!

Let's get around! Make

some f*cking money!

This time over to

the right, to the right.

Hold it.

Down in the water. Up. Hold it.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Now, pull out all the

stops! Let's go! Go!

Not bad. I think we

deserve a break, alright?

Mark: Is there anything

left in the cooler?

I'm dying of thirst.

Keeping up with

that lady isn't easy.

Peggy: Hmm, some moves

you were putting on there.

Now that I've seen

how the pros do it,

I'm for an early retirement.

Mark!

Ahh, it was nothing.

Well, it was enough for me.

Thank god tomorrow

I'll be back in New York.

I couldn't take

one more day here.

Lucky you.

I'll be here at

least three more.

Mark, are we still going

to sh**t in the jungle?

Oh, of course.

We have to get up

tomorrow morning at dawn.

That's awful. That's evil!

There's a party on tonight.

And I'm not going

to miss it. No way!

- You wanna go to the party?

- Damn right.

Then you lose the job.

Ugh, your a

sl*ve-driving, blackmailer.

No, I'm the photographer who's gonna

make you famous one day, Marylin.

Hmm.

Mark, wouldn't it be

good to call the police?

Why the police?

Well, I think we should tell them about

what we saw today down at the beach.

Don't say a word to anyone.

We're not in New York.

And I don't feel like being

interrogated by the police...

About somebody

I don't even know.

He may have been

there for months.

But, Mark, you saw him.

So what?

It was...

Oh my god, like an animal had-

OK, OK.

Peggy, please. Just stop it.

When I think about what

I saw today I almost faint.

You're going back to

New York tomorrow.

And I have to stay here.

You hear that, Peggy?

Marylin gets scared

just at the thought.

Do you think there's

anything goin' on...

Between Mark and Monique?

I don't know.

And, frankly, I

couldn't care less.

I'm done. And tomorrow

I'll be back in New York.

I can't wait. My New York.

Homesick, are you?

Yes, I happen to like the city.

The life, the crowds.

Each to his own.

What are you doing tonight?

I've got a date.

With a very important...

- And fascinating man.

- Ahh.

- But...

- But?

Would you lend me

your black dress?

Uh...

You don't mind, do you?

Don't be silly.

Hello?

Yes, ah. Monique, of course.

How are you, baby?

What?

Eh, don't be silly.

It's all stories.

That's all stories.

I don't believe that

you feel lonely, no.

I'm alone.

Where do you think I am?

I work here like mad.

Believe me, I

work here like mad.

You can come over and...

What?

Yes, yes. Of course

we can go out.

Don't worry, dear.

I'll call you back, OK?

Yes, I'll call you back.

What happened?

Tire blew out, ma'am.

Well?

I don't have a spare, miss.

I'm sorry. You'll have to walk.

Oh, but I-

But I'll be late.

It's just a flat.

Can't you fix it?

It's the third one today.

I don't have any more spares.

Well, which way do I go?

Uh, there's a bus stop about

100 meters down the road.

100 meters? Is it safe to walk?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Uh, senorita...

Por favor, the fare?

- Keep the change.

- Gracias.

Anyone here?

Hello?

Isn't anyone home?

Hey, taxi!

Taxi!

Excuse me.

I called that one.

Are you sure?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, boy.

Listen, why don't you get in?

We're both going to

town, and I'll drop you off.

Well, OK. Just don't go

getting the wrong idea.

Not me.

- Buenos dias.

- Buenos dias, senor.

My name's Fred Williams.

I'm leaving on the first

afternoon flight, so forget it.

I wasn't trying to pick you up.

Where are you going?

To the morgue.

I'm sorry. Is there

anything I can do?

No. Yes, have

you got a cigarette?

Sure.

Here you go.

All set.

I'm sorry, really.

I didn't mean to be so rude.

It's alright. Forget it.

It has to do with my sister.

- She have an accident?

- Mm-mm.

She was m*rder*d.

Some maniac. She was

here-She was working.

- Senor?

- Where to?

The morgue.

The body was chewed by rats.

Better brace yourself, senorita.

Go ahead.

Oh.

Inspector, you're going to

hear from my father, the senator.

Why?

Because this isn't my sister.

You frightened me for no reason.

What? What do you mean?

That's impossible.

I'm telling you that this

woman is not my sister, Marilyn.

She was American of the same description

with a purse with your sister's initials.

So we were positive

we had identified her.

How about her fingerprints?

Did you even check the hotel?

No. The embassy

reported her missing.

And that was enough without carrying

out any further research on it, huh?

It appears that

that's just how it was.

But where's my sister?

Where is Marilyn?

What you're saying is that Miss

Marilyn left together with the others.

Yes. Three days ago.

To go where?

Into the jungle.

They were looking for a

more natural background.

More wild.

Thank you.

So she's still alive.

You're bound to get a

promotion on this one, Inspector.

For your information,

We have already

caught the m*rder*r.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

He's a nutcase, a street bum.

So, Mr. Williams, you just go

on writing your TV mysteries.

And leave the investigating

to us professionals.

Do you hear me?

Loud and clear, Inspector.

So you write mysteries, huh?

Better than true confessions.

Disappointed?

No, I'm not.

You were expecting some

millionaire, weren't you?

I'm glad this business

about Marilyn is all over.

Well, it does help having a

father who's a US senator.

Well, my dad saw

Marilyn's photos.

It's enough for me

to know she's alive.

He's not too happy she's

playing in the Caribbean, though.

Sounds too much like fun.

Well, I come here all the time.

Whenever I'm

short on inspiration.

Or I get a new idea.

Yes, how about now?

I'll tell you.

This morning, that light

bulb really flashed on.

You had an inspiration, huh?

I found a story

ready and waiting.

That girl in the morgue.

Come on, come with me.

I'll show you how I work.

- Where are we going?

- Come on.

The victim hid

inside the wardrobe.

To escape from somebody

who was following her.

But little did she realize...

That what waited

inside the wardrobe...

Would be her death.

You mean there were two of them?

And the one who k*lled her

was inside the wardrobe?

Nobody k*lled her.

What? But you saw her body.

That was m*rder.

She d*ed of a heart att*ck.

Yep. I saw the medical

report at the morgue.

Poor girl simply d*ed of fright.

Nothing more than that.

And what caused

her to die of fright...

Was the evil that left the scratch

marks here inside the wardrobe.

My guess is some hop head.

Are you serious?

Are you making this all up?

Well, I guess I was

kind of making it up.

Our friend, Inspector

Lopez, is a pretty good cop.

But he likes to have the

whole thing strictly in hand.

He has no imagination.

What do you mean by that?

Okay. Imagine this.

A beautiful girl, very

elegant, very sexy...

Walking down a dark street

at night in a horrible slum.

A street bum sees her.

He's a little bit drunk and he

can't believe this beautiful vision.

So he wants to talk to her.

To stop her, to touch her.

The girl gets frightened, let's

say, and runs to this abandoned,

half-wrecked house she sees.

Go on.

She looks around the house

and finds that wardrobe.

She shuts herself inside it.

But...

But?

What she doesn't know is that

this house has a horrible secret.

Something strange.

She hears footsteps. The

bum's footsteps.

When all of a sudden...

You hear that?

Yes.

- Be careful.

- Shh.

Stand back.

Oh, whoa, you almost

had me convinced there.

Me too.

Hold it.

What is it?

Someone's coming.

Come on, let's get

away from here!

What's he doing?

He's looking for something.

He's going.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

He's gone.

But who was it?

I guess somebody real curious.

It's getting late. We have

to talk to the inspector.

So you can get

on with your story.

Well, it's got a good beginning.

I got the inspector

just as he was leaving.

We'll get this over

with in just a minute.

Okay, fine.

- Ah, Inspector.

- Mr. Williams.

We wanted to talk to you for a

few minutes.

Anything new on

your side of the fence?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been looking

for you for two hours.

Oh, have you now?

If we could talk this over

in your office, Inspector.

We found the

corpse of another girl.

And it might be your sister.

You better take a look, miss.

I think you owe it to yourself.

My car's over there.

Why not?

I've got something

interesting to tell you-

Some other time, Mr. Williams.

This isn't Marilyn either.

She's in the jungle.

She's on an assignment.

Are you sure?

Yes, yes, yes. Positive, OK?

Now let me get out of here.

- I want to get out of here!

- Come on, Inspector.

Ah, come on. It's not

the end of the world.

Anyway, you'll feel better

tomorrow morning. I guarantee it.

Fred.

What is it?

I'm afraid. I'm

afraid for Marilyn.

I've got this premonition.

I phoned my father,

and he's worried too.

What do you want me to do?

I've decided to stay here.

I want to talk to Marilyn.

I want to see that she's alive.

Well, you can

count on me for help.

My story is taking

an unexpected twist.

Jump down. Great.

There you go. Uh huh. Beautiful.

The side now.

Great. Uh huh.

Come to me now.

Uh huh. Keep coming.

Let's go down there.

Good. Good.

More energy.

Good.

Good, good.

Turn, turn.

Faster.

OK, come on. Let's go.

Hold that right there.

That's right.

Feel the jungle.

You're an animal.

You're wild. Let it go.

That's it, all of it.

OK, back up.

Up the steps.

Now, sing for me, Marilyn.

Higher.

Move back a little. Go on.

That's it, right there.

Good.

Oh!

This is gonna stun the lot.

I love it.

I love you.

Now, move back

just a little farther.

Little more, little more.

Getting better all the time.

Where's the nearest town?

San Martin. It's about

three miles from here.

We still might see

a house before that.

I'll go see if there's

a phone in this place.

There's no one here.

Looks like a ghost town.

Yeah, could use

a dab of paint here.

I don't

like this place, Mark.

It's spooky.

Anyone here?

Let's get out of here, Mark.

There's no one here.

There's roaches

and rats. Come on.

Hey, we have to wait

for Monique, you know.

Mark she's never going to find

a phone here. That's for sure.

Get her back, Mark. Let's go.

Will you relax? Forget it.

There's nothing to

be nervous about.

Yeah. I hope you're right.

But I was the one who

got this blood all over me.

You can take a shower.

Hey, what are we waiting for?

Would you go get Monique?

Come on.

Look, Marilyn, there's got

to be somebody living here.

And besides, it shouldn't

take too long to find them.

Yeah.

I'm going.

Hey, where are you going?

You told me to get

Monique, remember?

I sure do.

Well, that's what I'm

doing. You satisfied?

Satisfied, sure.

Be right back.

Oh, damn it!

Oh, Jesus.

Monique! Monique!

Mark: Open the

door! What's wrong?

What's going on

in there? Monique!

Mark, what's wrong?

Why's she screaming?

Monique's in there and I

can't open the g*dd*mn door!

She's not yelling now.

Try the window.

Naw, they're all blocked. The

only way is to get this door open.

I'll try this bar.

Got it.

No, Marilyn, you

better stay out here.

I don't know what

I'm gonna find in there.

I'm coming with you.

Forget it. Out

here is much safer.

Mark: Monique! Oh,

my god! Monique!

Mark!

Monique, where is she?

No. Better not look.

What happened to her?

I'm not sure,

but it's horrifying.

She's ripped the shreds.

She looks like she's been

att*cked by some kind of animal.

Mark, those dead

girls, the other ones.

- Was it the same thing?

- Maybe.

Some bloodthirsty animal

is k*lling all these people.

What's

that? You hear it?

It's still here.

Oh, Mark, Mark!

Take me away! Please, Mark!

What's your sister like?

The black sheep of the family.

Ever since I can remember, she's

been getting into trouble always.

Two years ago, she left

home to become a model.

And you know the rest.

What about you?

What do you want to know?

Everything. I'm a writer.

We're all curious by nature.

It's our one bad habit.

Okay. I'm 29 years old.

And for all those years, I've

been living in my father's house.

I work in Washington.

I'm single. How's that?

Complete and to the point.

There you are.

In a few days,

there'll be no trace left.

I hope so.

Are you a real doctor?

Let's just say...

But anyway, I haven't

practiced for years.

You're not American.

No, British.

But my family came

from a small town in Spain.

I'm sorry about the accident.

Tonto drives like a wild man.

It wasn't his fault.

It was my fault.

I was thinking about

Monique's death.

You still haven't told

me how it happened.

I don't really know myself.

She got att*cked by somebody

in the abandoned village.

San Martin?

Yeah. You know it?

Yes.

What happened there?

Why did all the residents leave?

People here are

very superstitious.

It doesn't take much

to get them scared.

I've seen it happen before.

What are they scared about?

Well, if I told you...

You wouldn't believe me.

Excuse me, Mr. Olman.

But I have the feeling you're

hiding something from me.

There's some kind of

secret you're not telling me.

Don't be

absurd. About what?

There's nothing worth keeping

undercover around here.

Where's Marilyn?

Oh, she's taking a shower.

She's beautiful.

Beautiful.

It seems like a thousand years

since I've seen such beauty.

Mark: Doctor, we appreciate all your

help, but we don't want to be a nuisance.

Doctor: Oh, it's

really nothing at all.

It's a pleasure for me.

Mark: Well, I'll admit, I don't

feel like getting back into the car.

I'm in too many pieces.

You

can both sleep here.

There's plenty of

room. No problem.

May I make a telephone call?

Unfortunately, we

have no phone here.

There's something over there.

Where?

Behind that door.

Please, don't move.

- Tonto, wake up.

- What is it?

The girl saw something.

It'll be best if you

don't sleep tonight,

And lure him back into his cage.

I'll take care of it.

Not like last time, I hope.

- That's how he got away.

- Hmm.

How long will you be

needing the car, sir?

A week, ten days.

Will you be paying cash?

No, I have a credit card.

Fine. Would you fill out this

form, please?

Hello, car rental.

Could you give me

your name, please, sir?

Fred Williams.

Yes, a fashion

photographer and two models.

They rented a four-wheel drive.

They were going into the jungle.

The car was due

back two days ago,

But we're still waiting

to hear from them.

No, we usually wait two weeks before

reporting the car missing to the police.

Could you hold on, please?

Great. You're all set.

- Go see the garage attendant.

- Thanks.

Hello? Are you

still on the line, sir?

What? No. No, sir.

There's no need for alarm. A

two-day late return is normal.

Call back tomorrow evening.

Maybe by then they'll be back.

Goodbye.

Mark!

Mark, Mark! It's been

in the room!

Oh, Mark, Mark!

Help me! Help me!

Oh, my god.

He's done it again.

Turn on the lights.

See if he's hiding in here.

What's going on?

Why didn't the lights go out?

Who k*lled Mark?

I can't explain right now.

The main thing is to get

you safely away from him.

From whom? From

what? Who k*lled Mark?

I said there's no time

for explanations now.

Just stay here and don't move.

- Did you see him?

- No.

Under the bed.

Look under the bed.

But don't lean in too far.

Nothing.

Look over there, in the closet.

Well?

Not here.

Go check out the lab.

I'll stay with the girl.

Marilyn...

I'm sorry about

your friend's death.

At this point, you have

the right to an explanation.

Oh, god, no.

Hey.

No, it's not theirs.

Are you sure they came this way?

This is the only

road into the jungle.

Then we should keep on looking.

Sure. We have no choice.

The hybrid you saw is

my greatest achievement,

And comes from the

crossing of two species.

The first time I saw it, I was

convinced it was a miracle.

I thought I would

win the Nobel Prize.

It took me 20 years of

experiments, but I created that hybrid.

Then it escaped.

The village people

were very frightened.

Three girls had disappeared.

And people began

talking about a curse.

Some said that God wanted

to punish them for their sins,

That he had sent

a terrible monster.

Half man, half rat.

I realized, obviously,

that it was my hybrid.

Then everyone ran away.

Suddenly, abandoned San Martin.

Two days later, I

went to San Martin.

And it was there.

It was then that I saw it.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I must admit...

I committed a great mistake.

You didn't tell anyone

anything, right?

I thought...

I thought it was my big chance.

A discovery that would have

brought me fame and fortune.

The creation that would

win me a career in America.

I wanted to capture him alive.

And because of that,

all the people have d*ed.

Wait a minute.

At first, it wasn't certain that this

creature was responsible for the deaths.

No one, no one

could have said that.

It seemed so harmless.

But what kind of

a monster is it?

It's not as impossible

as it seems.

It has both simian and

rodent characteristics.

I don't know what caused this.

But it also secretes a

powerful, deadly venom.

For which there is

no known antidote.

Its intelligence is surprising.

It has the instincts of a rat and

the intelligence of a monkey.

That's quite a combination,

a dangerous combination.

Only someone

trained could capture it.

It shuns bait and

avoids all kinds of traps.

It recognizes all

types of weapons.

And sometimes adopts

precise, thought-out tactics.

Did you know a rodent can

smell a man ten kilometers away?

That it can adapt

to any environment?

That in one year, a pair of rats

can produce two thousand offspring?

Now, just imagine if this creature

were endowed with higher intelligence.

It would be terrible.

Wouldn't dare to destroy it.

And with further experiments,

I can get rid of the poison.

It must be allowed to survive.

Fred, that farmer said

San Martin's a ghost town.

There's no reason on earth for

Marilyn and her friends to come here.

Hmm. Sure there is.

They're always looking for

different backgrounds to photograph.

What do you think you'll find?

Maybe not Marilyn.

But the title for my new

book, "The Ghost Town."

You like it?

Uh, well...

Now, the key that

unlocks this mystery...

Is the ghost town itself.

Where the m*rder*r hides after

committing his bloody crimes.

This town, let's say,

was once the site of...

Ancient rituals,

human sacrifices.

The m*rder*r's ancestor

was a sacrifice victim.

He wants to avenge his ancestor,

So he simply slaughters

whoever crosses his path.

Well, right off hand, I can come

up with one fairly major objection.

Hmm?

It's that this m*rder*r doesn't k*ll

just anyone, only young women.

Okay, so he kills only women.

Because he sees in them the

priestess who ordered the sacrifice.

He's an enormous Indian.

Well, he can't very well be enormous.

How would he fit in the wardrobe?

- Shh!

- What?

- Did you hear that?

- What?

That sound.

Hurry! Back to the car.

It must have been an

animal or something.

Marilyn and her

friends didn't stop here.

Let's get out of here, please.

Okay, let's go.

Be ready in a minute.

Okay, we can go.

Maybe I should have

done this sooner.

Hell, I'll be back in a minute.

Where are you going?

I was forgetting

my research papers.

I can't leave without them.

Oh, God, can't you

get them another time?

I won't be longer than a minute.

Oh, no. He took the damn keys.

No!

If that little boy we talked to

really saw the car they were driving,

We should be seeing it soon.

And he said a doctor

lives around here.

A two-story house.

We should keep our

eyes open for that too.

I bet they stopped off there.

Yes, but for what?

I don't know.

Maybe they had an accident or...

Maybe somebody got sick.

Maybe they're back in the hotel.

You think so?

Yes, I've had enough.

I want to stop at the first

possible place in phone Marilyn.

She's already fast

asleep in the hotel.

I know I'm right.

Hey, Terry, listen.

We'll stop at the

doctor's house.

That'll be our only

chance to find a phone.

Alright.

Anyway, try not to worry, huh?

No!

No!

Yep.

This is the one alright.

Come on.

Let's take a look.

Anybody home?

Anybody here?

Something's

wrong. I can feel it.

Don't move.

I'm going in there.

If anything happens, get

back to the car and get in.

No, I have to

stay. It's my sister.

Oh, my god.

- Don't look.

- Oh!

Get out.

Are you all right?

Oh, god, what happened?

Must have been

some kind of animal.

Hey, look at that.

That hole is new.

You stay here.

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Fred!

What is it?

I heard a noise.

It was up there.

It sounded like an

animal breathing.

But now I don't see anything.

Seems to be locked.

Marilyn! Marilyn!

I, um, can assure you that

we're doing everything we can to...

Catch the m*rder*r.

We are presently following

a very promising lead.

It's a question of

days, if not hours.

In other words, you're still

stumbling around in the dark.

God, you cops are

the same everywhere.

Listen, my friend...

Maniacs are as unpredictable

here as they are in New York.

But, sooner or later,

they all get caught.

Just like in New York.

Yeah, in the meantime,

more people get k*lled.

Think it over, Inspector.

Mr. Williams, we're

doing all that we can.

And the k*ller's

doing all he can.

Fred, Fred, please.

It's not so easy

to catch a maniac.

You don't know that 100 officers

have been assigned to this case.

Yes, but no one has noticed that this

maniac is not behaving like a maniac.

I mean, there are

no fetishes, no rituals.

You haven't even discovered

a m*rder w*apon yet, right?

What is it you are driving at?

I don't know.

There's just something about

this case that doesn't add up.

You are a writer.

You can work with

your imagination.

I'm just a cop.

I have to stick to the facts.

Oh, yeah, the facts.

I'm about to leave, can I have my

sister's personal effects, Inspector.

Certainly.

She must have stepped

down for a second.

Alvarez.

These guys are slow.

I know.

Si, Senor?

Go and get the

victim's personal effects.

Muy bien.

He'll be right back.

I tell you, that Lopez.

What a pig-headed cop.

He'll never get

the guy who did it.

Well, it's certainly not going

to bring Marilyn back to life.

So I'd be grateful

if we just forget it.

Sure.

Hey, you mind taking

care of the check-in?

I'll take a trip to

the news stand.

OK.

Thanks.

- All the foreign papers are there, senor.

- Fine.

- How much?

- It's 1.50.

OK, I'll take this one, too.

5.25, sir.

There you go.

Get your change in a minute.

A pack of super filters.

Be right there.

- Your change, sir.

- Muchas gracias.

- Make it two packs, huh.

- OK.

- Checking that bag, miss?

- Yes, ma'am.

OK.

- Are we all set?

- I guess so.

This one, too. There.

I brought you a little

something to read.

Couldn't you find

something more cheerful?

- Well, it's not so bad.

- Here, sir.

Oh, is that our flight?

Yes, sir.

I'll have to make do

with the newspaper.

No!