Theo Barnes credited as playing...
Morris
- Brian: Good God! What the hell happened tonight?
- Morris: You fool! You're feeding him human brains. You're making him strong. I knew someone in the building had him, but I didn't think it was you. Where is he? Is he on you now?
- Brian: I don't know what you're talking about.
- Morris: Nor do you know what you're dealing with. You're an amateur. It takes years to control him. He'll drain you. Use you till you waste away.
- Brian: Yeah? Then what do you want him for?
- Morris: Because he's mine. Aylmer belongs to me.
- Brian: Elmer? You fucking named him Elmer?
- Morris: Not Elmer. Aylmer. A-Y-L-M-E-R. An Old English word meaning "the awe-inspiring famous one". And that he is, indeed. For the Aylmer is a creature of endless histories. A living relic of civilizations long since forgotten.
- Brian: You're crazy.
- Morris: Am I? The Aylmer's origins can be traced back to the Fourth Crusade where he was snatched from the Emperor Alexius during the sack of Byzantium in 1203. It's believed a Venetian mercenary named Matteo Grimaldi brought the creature to Europe, but he had to surrender it almost immediately to a renegade cardinal, a Borgia who wanted the Aylmer all to himself. In 1699, the Aylmer reappeared in the possession of one Don Manuel Perolta, a Spanish viceroy and freelance corsair. He lost the Aylmer to a Portuguese admiral off the Barbary Coast who himself was murdered within days by a young midshipman who fled with his prize to Africa. There the Aylmer quickly fell into the hands of a Mabootoo chief whose tribe placed a deep religious value in the Aylmer's many talents. Then, during the Second World War, a German munitions tycoon bribed a battalion commander to obtain the Aylmer for himself. It didn't work out that way. The Aylmer was brought to Berlin all right, but he passed from host to host for over three decades until I tracked him down. Until I paid for him in both money and blood. Until I made him mine.
- Brian: You're out of your mind.
- Morris: Give him to me!
- [Brian tosses him aside and runs off]
- Morris: He's mine, damn you. Mine! Mine! Mine, mine! Mine! Mine, mine, mine!