THE FLY II - By Grazi
Martin Brundle: I saw you on the videotape. You were there the night my father died; he was working on a cure.
Stathis: 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: 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: 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: You bastard! Where's your compassion?
Stathis: [chuckles] I had to give it up; it cost me an arm and a leg!
Martin Brundle: It cost you more than that.
