The Fly II1989

[meeting with Stathis Borans, now a bitter, crippled recluse]

Martin Brundle:
I saw you on the videotape. You were...

Stathis Borans:
Don't sit there!

Martin Brundle:
You were there the night my father died; he was working on a cure.

Stathis Borans:
That's why you dragged yourself all the way out here? To find out about a cure?

Martin Brundle:
You're my only hope.

Stathis Borans:
Ah. Oh, kid, the last thing *I* am, is *anybody's* hope. You really don't want to hear about this.

Martin Brundle:
I *have* to know.

Stathis Borans:
Brundle stole my girl, your mother. Got her pregnant. Caused her death. Dissolved my hand and my foot with fly vomit! I had no love for the man. He "bugged" me! As for the "cure" he was working on: he dragged your mother kicking and screaming into that telepod, that they might be fused together in one beautiful body. So your mother blew his brains out with a shotgun. *There's* your *cure*. Go *away*.

Beth Logan:
You bastard! Where's your compassion?

Stathis Borans:
[chuckles] I had to give it up; it cost me an arm and a leg!

Martin Brundle:
It cost you more than that.