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Thanks, Doc. And good night.
How'd you get this picture? Who is it?
There's nothing we can do to help him now.
Like, keep your date waiting for at least ten minutes.
She's sick. Maybe dead by now. It's terrible.
- I'd appreciate it. - What drugstore do you use?
Boil me in oil.
The only way we'll ever isolate it is to catch someone...
We've got to be quiet and careful.
Electricity had nothing to do with this.
- You do all the autopsies out here? - Most of them, and for the county too.
- How long will she sleep? - Now?
Life is not merely a matter of breathing and a beating heart.
Well, hardly.
You'd have to wait up.
All right, you kids get out of here.
...what time you found her, and the circumstances.
My father.
- Scotch? - Yes, I think so.
...I'll have more time for her. He'll have more for you.
What do we think we know?
Don't keep him out late. He has a hard day in the lab tomorrow.
Aren't you taking it to the convention?
What do you mean, keeping this beautiful girl waiting?
Why?
She always does this. One drop of blood and out she goes.
Tell me something, Warren.
What are you going to do?
Many people die in fear. I wonder how many die of fear.
This is Doctor Warren Chapin.
Fear made that Tingler grow from microscopic size to this.
- It's my wife's brother. - Try not to faint.
I feel okay.
Let's bring her around to the lab door.
Good, I live right up there. I'll check with the wife first.
Corg when he goes to Mine me for the limbilionth time today
Then what can we do?
You're so amusing.
It's all my fault.
So is nitroglycerin.
Could it be that shot you gave her?
Here you are.
So they continue to mount, until she can't endure it.
And on the death certificate...
Warren wanted to do this.
It ties in with my experimental work in fear.
All this time I've been jealous of your work.