Deleted scene from “The Fly” (my favorite movie):
EXTERIOR – BRUNDLE’S TRAVELS- NIGHT
…Brundle leaps across a narrow alleyway to the wall of the building opposite him. He smiles with smug satisfaction at his feat, then suddenly winces, grabbing his side with one of his hands. WE HEAR A CRACKING, SPLITTING SOUND. Brundle muffles a startled cry, and losing his balance, slides several feet down the wall before regaining hold. He looks down at the huge bulge in his side and sees that it is starting to split open!
Brundle is horrified and in pain. He starts to quickly move down the side of the building but the pain impedes his progress. He manages to get down at least another floor before he’s hit with another sharp pain. He doubles up and his tenuous grip on the wall causes him to slide another several feet downward before he regains his grip. The side is gaping wide now and SOMETHING is starting to protrude.
Brundle is in shock. another ripple of pain causes him to release his grasp entirely and he falls to the ground in a dirty, narrow alley, where he writhes in pain, as a STRANGE, HAIRY, STICKLIKE APPENDAGE—ACTUALLY THE BEGINNINGS OF A FLY-LIKE LEG— begins to unfold awkwardly out of his side.Despite his excrutiating pain, Brundle watches with fixated, wide-eyed terror at his latest transformation! The insect leg now begins to probe around, function like a real leg, almost with a mind of its own. Grotesque as Brundle has become, he can’t accept the next step towards real insectness which this new leg represents. He screams at the leg.
BRUNDLE (SCREAMING AT THE LEG)
No! No, I won’t! I won’t, I won’t, I won’t..!
Brundle grabs at the leg, holds it, subdues it and then begins to gnaw at it with his teeth at its base, twisting
himself into an agonized ball in order to do so. The leg begins to lever at his back, small hooklike protrusions all
along its underside catching in the flesh of Brundle’s back, tearing it in protest against Brundle’s attempt at amputation. Finally, Brundle has severed the leg with his teeth. The leg drops off leaving a strand or two of stringy gristle hanging from the knobby stump in Brundle’s side. The leg twitches on the ground, tries to extend itself. Brundle looks at the leg in shock, his eyes crazed, like an animal caught in a leg-trap and has had to gnaw off the leg to be free. Brundle tries to steady himself, then staggers away down the alley. As he goes, he wipes the insect blood from his lips with his two forearms In exactly the same way that flies clean their faces.
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