Irons: Oh, I'm terribly sorry...I thought you were another one of those
Zombies.
Claire: Are you Chief Irons?
Irons: Yes, that's me. And just who are you...no don't bother telling me.
It makes no difference, you'll end up just like all the others.
Irons can see that Claire is looking at the body lain out on his desk.
Irons: That's the Mayor's daughter. I was told to look after her, but I
failed...miserably. Just look at her...she was a true beauty, her skin
nothing short of perfection.
Irons pauses for asecond.
Irons: But, it will soon putrify and she will turn into a Zombie within
the hourlike all the others!
Claire: There must be some way to stop it!
Irons: In a manner of speaking there is, either by putting a bullet through
her brain...or by decapitating her completely.
Camera pans to reveal Irons' collection of stuffed animal carcasses beside
his chair.
Irons: And to think that taxidermy used to be my hobby...
Irons : But no longer! Please, I'd really like to be alone now.
