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NARRATOR: From her beginnings
on a Navy drawing board,

through the months
of secret field experiments
out on a western desert,

then through
the desperate search

for new metals
with properties she needed,

she was designed
to be man's greatest weapon
of the seas,

the atom-powered submarine.

Her engines were to be
a miracle of speed and power,

her sides strong enough
to withstand any blow,

her armament and firepower
of greater force

than the worst enemy
she might encounter.

The mind of man had
thought of everything,

except that which was
beyond his comprehension.

(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

All right, Griff,
I'll take over.

Good morning, Captain.
Had breakfast?

Yep. Orange juice,
bacon, eggs, coffee.

How we doing?

I can't get used
to this thing.

Just like an automatic
elevator. Speed, 18.
Steady on course.

Quite a bit of difference
between this and the
old-fashioned iron lung, huh?

Roomy? My gosh,
this conning tower is
just like a ballroom.

Take it easy, Griff.
It's still a submarine.

Aye, aye, sir.

How about the men?

They should complain.

All they do
is eat and sleep,

press a button
when there's some
work to be done.

How about you, Captain?
Satisfied?

Down scope.

Why shouldn't I
be satisfied?

Three world records
in the bag on
our first shakedown cruise.

Listen to that music.

All we need
IS some champagne
and dancing girls.

Shall I have the chief
change the record, sir?

Yeah, you'd better,
before we start
chasing mermaids.

All right.

MacAninch, something
a little more salty,
if you please.

Salty, sir?

Yeah, let's get off
this Hawaiian kick.

It's even demoralizing
the captain.

Aye, aye, sir.

Eight.

Pair of fives.
Pair of tens.

(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoa.

What's going on?

Yeah, what?

Que pasa?
I dig that.

(SONAR BEEPING)

There's another beep from
the sonar equipment, sir.

Target bearing, 1-8-0.
Range, 1-5-0-0.

There's nothing back there.

GRIFF: Sonar still
picks it up, Captain.

Bearing?

It's dead astern,
submerged about
as deep as we are.

Looks like it could be
following us.

Whales sometimes
get playful out here
in the Pacific.

Scans bigger than a whale.

PETE: Another sub?

GRIFF: Even bigger
than a sub.

It's closing in on us,
Captain. You'd better
take a look at this.

Conning Tower
to Control.

Left 20 degrees rudder.

New course, 3-0-0.

OFFICER:
Left 20 degrees rudder.

New course, 3-0-0.

The rudder
is 20 degrees left, sir.

What would you
call that?

Probably a short circuit
in our sonar system
showing up as an echo.

Check it.

I just did, Captain.
It's working all right.

Shall I check it
again, sir?

Never mind.

It's really gaining
on us, whatever it is.

Getting closer,
huh?

As close as
500 yards.

Conning Tower
to Maneuvering.

All ahead flank.

All ahead flank, sir.

Give those atoms a poke.
Give me everything
you've got.

Aye, aye, sir.

Are we losing it?

No, sir. He just gained
another 200 on us.

Give me a sonar image.
I want to see what
this thing looks like.

Griff,
man battle stations.

Man battle stations!

(ALARM BLARING)

OFFICER: Man battle stations!
Man battle stations!

Man battle stations!
Man battle stations!

Go to Control
and take the conn.

I want a zigzag course
and the usual
escape pattern.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now let's see
what you got here.

What do you call that?

It's no whale, sir,
that's for sure.

It's no ship, either.

Let me check
that wiring again.

Keep me informed.

Come left 3-5-0.

Left 3-5-0.

OFFICER: Sonar checks
okay, Captain.

Bearing, 1-2-0.
Range, 5-0-0.

Can't seem to
lose it, Captain.

Range, 4-0-0.

What happens when it
catches up with us?

When you're in command
of $55 million worth
of submarine,

you don't gamble.

Range, 3-0-0.

Stand by
to take her deep.

Aye, aye, sir.

Range, 2-0-0.

Take her deep.

Full dive on
the bow plane, please.

Full dive on
the bow plane, sir.

10 degrees down bubble.

10 degrees
down bubble.

All planes are
at full dive, sir.
Very well.

Resume course.

Steer 3-3-0.

3-3-0, sir.

OFFICER: It's too close
to get a range now, Sir.

Conning Tower
to Maneuvering.
All stop.

We're getting
a radiation warning signal.
Where's it coming from?

GRIFF: Not from
our reactor, sir.

It must be.
Recheck your reactor.

Reactor shield okay.
Engines okay.
Nothing hot in here, sir.

What happened to us?

I don't know.

All you men okay?

Okay, but let's find out

where that radiation
is coming from
before we all fry.

It's coming from
outside the ship.
Look!

I don't figure it.

I can't either, sir.

Haven't got time
to try now. Our sonar
system's out. Fix it.

Maneuvering.
Let's pull out of here!

All ahead full!

All ahead full, sir!

But we're standing still!

That's not
the engine's fault, sir.

Keep pouring it on.
You okay, Griff?

Okay here, sir.

Surface!

(ALARM BLARING)

CREWMAN: Pull main ballast!

Still no luck, Captain.
We're fouled tight.

Hand me that thing.

I want two
Aqua-Lung volunteers
to blast the sluice.

Get in your gear and
stand by the escape hatch.
Take a demolition charge.

I'll take over.
Aye, aye, Captain.

(CRASHING)

Anybody hurt?

Mac took an awful
crack in the head
here, Captain.

Come on, Mac.

How do you feel, Mac?

All right.
What's a fractured skull,
anyway?

(GEIGER COUNTER TICKING)

Is that damn thing
still going?

Not afraid of a little
radiation, are you, Mac?

I've heard it makes you
SO you can't
have children, sir.

Mac was married
just before we
left port, Captain.

Congratulations, Mac.

Thanks, Captain.
We're counting on
a family, sir.

We won't hang around
down here any longer
than we can help it.

OFFICER: Volunteers
are ready now, Sir.

Hand me that thing.

I'm gonna rig in
the bow diving plane

to see if that will free us.
If it won't...

Just cross your fingers.

Rig in
bow diving planes.

Aye, aye, sir.

That's doing it.
Full rise
on the stern planes.

Full rise on
the stern planes. Aye!

We're loose, Captain!

Speed's increasing.
We're coming up, sir.

Phew. That's a relief.

Stand by to surface.

Stand by to surface.
Aye, sir.

What's on your mind,
Griff?

Stern planes are fouled.
Show signs of radioactivity.

Tell those swimmers
to stay clear?

I did, sir.

What did you find
down there?

A chunk of stuff
caught in the stern
diving plane, sir.

What kind of stuff?

Rubber-like,
Captain.

What'd it look like?

We didn't get
too close

because of what
the exec said about
the radioactivity.

Looked more
like a fish to me.

It was more
like a barrel.

A barrel?
Yes, sir.

I believe it's stuck there
till we get into dry dock.

She's jammed solid, sir.

All right, you men
go below and get
yourselves some coffee.

Aye, aye, sir.
Aye, sir.

What's your guess, Griff?

I was just gonna
ask you, sir.

Privately?

Privately,
I'm keeping my mouth shut

and I'm advising you
to do the same.

The next time I cruise
in these waters,

I'm gonna
have torpedoes onboard
and warheads on them.

How about officially?

Officially?

Shakedown cruise completed,
X-ray.

Struck submerged object,
X-ray.

Damage minor.
Putting into Pearl
for repairs.

Have it coded
and passed on
to Operations.

Aye, aye, sir.

And just hope that
that's the end of it.

NARRATOR: But that was
only the beginning.

When Commander Mathews
brought the atomic submarine

into Pearl Harbor
for repairs,

the Defense Department
found itself confronted
with a problem

beyond the scope
of Navy manuals.

What was the nature
of that nameless substance

found caught
in the damaged diving planes?

A substance so strange,
So inexplicable and alarming

that the best minds
in the nation

had to be called upon
to solve the problem.

Behind the guarded door
where the secret lay hidden,

and for the first time
in their lives,
three people met.

Couldn't be a mistake.

You think so,
Professor?

It's tissue,
all right.

Where'd it come from?

Some living creature.

You mean all that hunk came
from one living creature?

That's right.

You mean that's
not all one animal?
There's more to it?

A great deal more.

Well, it would be
dead now, wouldn't it?

I doubt it.

Must be pretty big.

Enormous.

Doctor,
what kind of a sea beast
would be that large?

What do you call it,
so I can stop
calling it "it"?

I have no idea.

Nor have I.

Well, how do we
find out?

That will take
time and research.

I'll wire
the university right away
to get a leave of absence.

The Navy will take care
of that, Doctor. You can
get started immediately.

How about you,
Professor?

Working with Dr. Carter
is every marine
biologist's dream,

but my school needs me.

You can get along
without me, I'm sure.

Can we, Doctor?

No.

Forgive my ignorance, Doctor,
but what makes her so unique?

Professor Joyce is
head of Marine Biology

at the Southeastern
Institute of Oceanography.

I would say she's probably
the outstanding authority
on marine biology,

with the possible exception
of Vanderhume himself.

Then we'll get him.

Before you start looking,
I may as well tell you

Vanderhume is dead.

Oh.

Professor Joyce.

Yes?

I'll have to ask you
to stick around.

Why, Commander?

Because the...

The Navy would appreciate it.

I'm sure the Navy's
able to get along
without me.

Well, now, Dr. Carter
seems to think otherwise.

Dr. Carter's
perfectly able
to speak for himself.

I'm speaking for him.

I'm expected at a board of
regents meeting on Tuesday.

It's about the appropriations
for our coming academic year.

Are those appropriations
that important?

To my school,
very much so.

You know, Professor Joyce,
this thing that may be
running loose in the Pacific,

that could be important, too.

I'm sure of it.

Perhaps not
in the way you think.

I'm a scientist,
Commander.

I don't have to be reminded
that your objectives
are not necessarily my own.

Our objectives have
nothing to do with
the situation, Miss Joyce.

The Navy will see to it
that you're not penalized

for your absence
from the institute.

Arrangements will be made.

Well, I feel like
I'm being drafted.

You are.

NARRATOR: It was still
too early for the world
to know what was going on

behind that closed door.

Only a handful of men
in high places heard reports
of progress made

(PHONE RINGS)
and waited impatiently
for the final conclusion.

Mathews speaking.

Oh, yes, Admiral.

Hold on a minute, sir.

They're still
making tests, sir.

There's nothing really
conclusive to tell you.

I'll call you
the minute
anything happens.

Yes, sir.
Good night, sir.

NARRATOR:
During 12 days and nights
nothing was certain.

You people work hard.

It's our job.

I didn't realize
how hard.

What are you trying
to do? Apologize?

In a way.

It's not necessary.

I think it is.

Let me explain
something to you.

A, I have been privileged
to classify an unknown
sea specimen.

B, I have the honor
of working with the great
John Carter of Harvard,

the inventor of
analytical biology.

And, C, my mind just isn't
attuned to discuss things
on your level, Commander.

I don't think you're
being entirely fair,
Miss Joyce.

Look, I have been working
for almost two weeks now

without
a decent night's sleep.

I'm tired!

I read your book
on marine biology

and your plankton theory
in tracing surface currents.

Strictly in the line
of duty, of course.

I'm sorry, Commander.

Well, I'll tell you,
I'll forgive you
if you call me Pete.

All right, Pete,
but you have to let me
get back to my work.

Why don't you take a break?
I have a reason.

The Navy always
has a reason.
That's right.

All right,
maybe you're right.

Tell me,

he's a pretty nice guy,
isn't he?

He's wonderful.

You're pretty fond
of him, aren't you?

Fond?

Why, he's magnificent.
He's a brilliant scientist.

His techniques are creative.

What are you driving at?

Oh, I just thought
I'd clear the atmosphere.

Oh, you mean romance.

(CHUCKLES)

Now you tell me something,
Commander.

Pete.

All right. Pete.

When you're driving
that atomic submarine
of yours,

do you have much time
for romance?

Well, even if I did admit
I had the time,

where would I find
the opportunity?

You know,
women aren't allowed
aboard a submarine.

Poor boy.

I thought the Navy
was equipped
for every emergency.

For the record,
are you tied up?

I see what you mean.

That mean you're not?

A girl has to have
some secrets, doesn't she?

Do you have the results
of the iodide solution?

What?

What's the matter, Leslie?
Don't you feel well?

Well, I don't know.

I guess it's just
lack of sleep.

You'd better get some rest.

No. No,
I'll be all right.

Here are your results.

NARRATOR: On the evening
of the 13th day,

Dr. Leslie Joyce
was taking the results
of her last test.

John! John,
I think you'd better
take a look at this.

What's going on?

There's no doubt
about it now.

No doubt about what?

Thanks to Professor Joyce,
we've discovered
the nature of your monster.

What a gal.

John!

Naval Intelligence.

Admiral Burns, please.

Well, Admiral,
it's happened.

Carter and Joyce
have got news for you.

Yes, sir.

Very well, sir.
I'll tell them.

An assistant secretary
of the Navy,
Mr. Robert David Chase

IS coming out here,

and Admiral Norman
wants to be in on it, too.

He's the commander-in-chief
of the entire Pacific area.

He'll see us
the first thing
in the morning.

Here, gentlemen,
is your villain,

It'd take an enormous
number of those
to disable a Navy submarine.

Or just one
of enormous size,
Mr. Chase.

There's a squid on exhibit
in the American Museum
of Natural History

just under 100 feet
in length.

It came from the waters
off the coast of Maine.

Our Navy has
never encountered

one of those
marine monsters before.

How do you account
for that?

They only live at
the extreme depths
of the sea, Admiral.

They almost never come up
unless they're disturbed.

Disturbed?
By what?

Hydrogen bombs.

H-bombs have been blamed
for every freak accident
that's happened

since, up to and including
marine monsters
being disturbed.

Not disturbed,
Mr. Chase, hungry.

Six days ago,
we gave this fellow here
a radioactive meal.

Not a fatal dose,
however.

Now, here
is what he likes best,

his regular diet
of small fish.

Now watch.

Ordinarily,
cephalopods are not timid
about catching a good meal.

This fellow seems
to be having difficulty,
however.

Why? We checked our answer
with Professor Imoto
in Tokyo.

He concurs.

Certain species of fish
seem to be gifted

with their own
natural Geiger counter.

NORMAN: So the giant fish's
dinner knows when it's coming
and swims away?

In that case,
he'd starve to death
very quickly.

Unless he finds
some other creature
to live on.

What creature,
for instance?

Some higher form of life.
Animals, possibly.

Or even man.

Gentlemen, let's
put together a hypothesis
from what we know.

In this area lie
the Marshall Islands,

where the H-bomb
experiments took place.

Wind and north
equatorial current

account for a drift
of radioactivity
in this direction,

contaminating marine life
on the way.

Here lies
the great Mindanao Deep,

a chasm in the floor
of the ocean so vast
it has never been explored.

This is where our monster
must have lived
until recently,

when he became radioactive

and began to warn
his natural prey

out of
the surrounding waters.

He had to find
other food or die.

Forced to rise
to the surface,

he hunted along
the Japanese current.

There is evidence
that he was swept
in this direction.

What evidence?

Well, you may have
read it yourself
in the papers.

About a month ago, part of
the Japanese fishing fleet
disappeared in these waters

without a trace.

Siberian seal fishing
has been reported
unaccountably bad.

But the Japanese fishermen
may have gone down
in a typhoon.

Who knows
what's really happening
in Siberia?

There was an encounter here
with Commander Mathews's
submarine.

Or are you going to
question that as well?

I have to question all of it.

Perhaps Professor Joyce
has another opinion
to advance.

No, I'm afraid not.

We've had too little sleep
in the last few days.

If there's anything further
you want to discuss,
let me know.

That won't
be necessary.
Thank you.

You've given us enough
to think of as it is.

Before you go,
do you mind giving us

your reaction
to our findings?

That'll be taken
under advisement.
Mr. Secretary.

It's been
very enlightening.

Thank you for
all you've done.

Good night.
Good night, sir.

Well, that's
letting us down easy.

Oh, you're just tired.

So what?
So I'm tired.

They didn't even
believe us.

Well, they have
to be cautious.

Of course.
We understand.

Does that mean that
we're free to go now?

Just as soon as your
release comes through,
just a few days.

John, you can make
the Science Congress.
Mmm-hmm.

If you play your cards right,
I can meet you in Cairo.

I was never
very much good
at playing cards.

I'm awfully tired.
I think I'll go
to the hotel now.

We can all
go over together.

All right.
I'll just change.

She's a wonderful girl.

Sure is.

And you are
a lucky man.

Lucky?

Don't we make our own luck,
Commander?

Well, it isn't everyone
that can vacation
in Egypt.

Vacation? Oh!

No, Leslie and I
have published
contrary viewpoints

on the sinking nature
of the coast of the Red Sea.

We're going to investigate
via Aqua-Lung.

The loser is going to
publish a retraction.

Sounds ideal.

Nothing like
mixing pleasure
with work, huh?

Work?

Oh, yes.
That is your work,
isn't it?

Well, I'm ready.

Fine.

Well, good night.

He's an interesting man.

Isn't he?

Stand by
to abandon ship!

40 minutes, 13 seconds west.

I'm repeating our position.

Forget the signal.

Come on, men.
Over the side! Come on!

Move it!
Come on, fellows. Get over!

Get over there! Hurry!

(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

Nice of him to throw
this going away party
for us.

Probably comes off of
his expense account.

You sound bitter.

Well, if he's giving us
a going away party,
why isn't he here?

He's probably at
a meeting of some kind.

What's the trouble, Leslie?

Oh, I don't know.
Just let down, nervous.

As nervous as a bride
left waiting at the altar.

Don't be a fool.

On the contrary.

I've been a sober professor
for so many years,

I feel I'm entitled
to one night of foolishness.

May I have this dance,
Doctor?

Do you consider that
part of your foolishness?

Good evening.

I have your
transportation passes

and releases signed,
sealed and delivered.

You'll be leaving
in the morning.

Believe me, in the Navy
that takes some doing.

Thanks, Pete.
You've been swell
about everything.

He's probably glad
to get rid of us.

I'm glad you didn't wait.
I'll have the same.

Oh, and if the waiter
happens to wander by,

would you order me
a T-bone, rare,
and some humble red wine?

Mmm-hmm.
Where are you going?

We, my dear doctor,
are going to dance.

With your permission, sir.

Live it up, children.

But you haven't
even asked me.

That's the way we do it
in the Navy.

But I haven't
even had my dinner.

Would you order
another T-bone, Doctor?

I don't like T-bones
and you're being a fool.

Don't believe her, Pete.
She says that
to all the boys.

You're both being fools.

Just because you're men,
you think that...

Do you like lobster?

Yes.
Broiled with garlic butter
and parsley?

Yes.

Got it?
Got it.

It's so balmy here.

Is it always like this?

Yes.

Don't you miss the rain?

No.

I like the winter
and the snow.

Snow is cold.

I'm taking an awful chance.

What do you mean?

You're going to accuse me
of being a man.

Oh, my. I haven't eaten
that well in years.

I guess your appetite
kind of depends upon
your state of mind.

Don't you think?

Oh, I've been thinking
about a lot of things.

About your trip tomorrow,
for instance.

Isn't it wonderful?

You mean
you're still leaving?

Of course she's leaving.
Why shouldn't she?

Well, I thought...
I'm sorry.

Hey,
what's going on here?

It was just something I said
and Pete misunderstood.

I am sorry, Pete.

Do you mind if I make
a mental comment
upon the nature of women?

Excuse me.

Pete, please, I...

Well, hello.

What am I gonna do?

Perhaps I could help you
if you'd brief me
on the background.

He kissed me.

Did you enjoy it?

Yes.

That seems like
a normal reaction.

He didn't even ask me.

That's hardly relevant.

But I don't know him,
who he is.

What's he like?

Doesn't seem to have
the same reservations
about you.

In any case, my darling,
tomorrow we'll be on a plane,

and I'm quite convinced that,
clinically speaking,

no irreparable damage
has been done.

Sir, you know Professor Joyce
and Dr. Carter.

Of course I do.
Please be seated.

Thank you.

Admiral Norman's
compliments.

And will you please
come to his office
first thing in the morning?

He asked me to apologize
for rescinding your release.

Rescinding it?

A tramp steamer
Honolulu-bound
from Vancouver

has been lost at sea.

It's considered possible
that there may be
some connection

between this incident
and our problem.

We'll know more definitely
if we find any survivors.

The area is
being searched now.

Life raft. Men in it.

I'll set her down
and bring them in.

Over and out.

Tell Admiral Norman
the Polar Empress survivors
are checking in.

You boys had a rough time,
from what I hear.

Take a deep breath.
I have to check you over.

What happened?

It grabbed us,
that's all.

What do you mean,
it grabbed you?

I mean something came up
out of the water

and grabbed our ship
and pulled it under.

Just like that.

Another breath, please.

You kidding me?

Why would I be
kidding you?

Something came up
out of the water.

Something like what,
for instance?

Something like...
Well, like those.

Only big.
The biggest you ever saw.

Ain't I right?
They'll tell you.

And then another one
came up at us

and grabbed the ship,
and another one.

And a whole lot of them,
and they dragged it under.

Just like I told you.

I keep seeing those things
coming up at us.

Been drinking?

What do you find to drink
on a life raft
outside of water?

A blow on the head,
anything like that?

I'm all right!

Don't you believe me
about those?

Of course I believe you
about those.

Why shouldn't 1?

Yost.

I want you to go along
with this fellow.

He's just going to take you
down the hall.

There's a man there
with a white smock
just like mine.

I want you to tell him
all about those.

See that he gets to Doc.

All right, you're next.

How about you?

Having any trouble
with things like this?

Who's this Doc character?

He's one of the staff here.

I ain't seen
anything like that.

You can tell Doc for us
we ain't seen nothing.

I know he's lying
as well as you do,

but I have to account
to Washington.

And am I justified
in spending

a half a million dollars
searching the Pacific

on the strength
of these lies?

(PHONE RINGING)

Burns speaking.

Thank you.

It's the infirmary.

Doc says
the patient's as bad as
any of these boys.

He's recanted
his original story

and now he won't say
anything else.

Can he be released?

I think it's my turn now.

Tell them to let him go.

But not till
after I get there.

Send in Hall, please.

And don't come back
unless I call you.
Yes, ma'am.

Hello.

Hello.

Got a match?

Yeah, sure.

Let me light it for you.

Care for one yourself?

Sure would.

Maybe you can tell me
where I can find Doc.

Mmm-hmm.
Doc?

He's through there,
down the hall.

What do you want him for?

Oh, well,
that's kind of personal.

Besides, I don't think
you'd believe me
even if I told you.

I'd believe anything
you told me.

Sit down.

No, over here.

Well,
it's kind of funny,

but I saw
the strangest thing.

All I can say is
stay away from Doc.
Why?

He'll make out you're sick,
sick in the head.

That's ridiculous.
Why should he do that?

No kidding.
That's what he thinks I am.

Have you been seeing things?

Me? Seeing things?

Don't be silly.

Well, sort of.

Tell me what.

I'm not telling nobody.
You want me to get
bounced back to Doc again?

What sort of things
did you see?

I asked you first.

Okay, but if you say
I said this,
I'll say I didn't.

You won't believe this,

but something happened
to a ship I was on.

She went down with all hands,
except me and a few others.

I saw it happen
with my own two eyes.

Know what did it?

It was a giant octopus.

Well?

I guess it's up to you
now, Admiral.

Take whatever steps
are necessary.

NARRATOR: In the weeks
which followed,

the North Pacific was closed
to all shipping.

The sea trade
between three continents
came to a standstill.

There was hardly
a nation in the world
that failed to demand,

through its government
and press, the reason
for such drastic steps.

It was officially announced
that the United States Navy

was engaged
in secret maneuvers,

while in reality,

the strangest search
in history
was taking place.

Any news
from the fleet?

So far they've
found nothing, sir.

That's from
the State Department, sir,

and they want
an immediate reply.

Thank you.

Let's say we do
find your beast.

What will you do
to it then?

That's the next point
for us to consider.

Torpedoes if we
find your monster
on the surface.

Depth charges
if it's below.

And if you miss
your first shot?

We'll get it
with the second.

It may not wait for you.

The Navy is not entirely
incapable of speed,
Professor Joyce.

We'll chase it.

I think you
underestimate him, Admiral.

The body of
the largest cephalopod
is like a giant sack

which he can fill
with sea water
and empty suddenly

when he's disturbed
or alarmed.

Let me show you, Admiral.
Now watch.

Even the best of your ships
are comparatively
old-fashioned

compared to the cephalopod.

He's jet-propelled.

We'll have to
rip him to bits
with the first shot.

The State Department
wants to know how soon

we plan
to raise our blockade.

Australia, Canada and Peru
are protesting to the UN,

unless we do it at once.

Why don't we come right out
and tell them
the whole story?

Washington makes
those decisions,
not us.

This stays top secret
until the thing
is definitely sighted

and confined
to a limited area.

How much longer
will that take?

It should've happened
by now.

When you start
a job like this again,
where do you begin?

With Naval Intelligence,
I should think.

If you mean me, I'm afraid
I can't give you
a very hopeful send-off.

My department has
sifted all the information
made available to us

during the last 10 days,

and this is what
it boils down to.

One, three bathers missing
from Australian beaches.

Sharks, probably.
Anything else?

Unusually high waves
breaking on Midway.

Possible marine
disturbance.

That's worthwhile
investigating.

It is being,
at this time.

I'll have the reports
within three hours.

Marine weather station
off the coast of Canada

is out of radio contact
with land.

Anything more?

Deep-sea fishermen
along the northwestern
US coast

are complaining
because of
the poor fishing there.

And that's all.

Any one of these may
well be the clue
we're seeking.

Now I suggest that
we take the one
most likely,

the weather ship
out of touch with land.

Can you fly me there?

Admiral Burns will
have a flight ready for you
and accompany you.

Thank you.
Yes, sir.

Good luck.

May I take
the next most likely,

the unlucky fishermen
in the Northwest?

NORMAN: Is that even
worth considering?

I think so.

I can be ready in 10 minutes
if you'll have a plane for me.

I'll see to it.
Thank you.

Sir, my exec is
aboard the submarine.

He's perfectly capable
of relieving me.

I can't spare you
to go hunting needles
in a haystack,

particularly a haystack
3,000 miles in expanse.

You'll have to
stand by, Mathews.

That haystack may be
a lot smaller than
we thought, Mathews.

Be on the flight deck
in 20 minutes.
Yes, sir.

Well, there she is.

How'd the car
get turned over?

Well, the way we see it,
they must have parked
the car up the beach a bit.

There where it's steep.
Yeah.

Brakes worked loose,

rolled down,
hit this soft sand,

over she went.

The ignition's
still turned on.

Hey, don't that
beat it all?

Nobody ever noticed that.

Any reports since then
of whales or sea serpents?

Sea...

You mean
she wasn't kidding?

She wasn't kidding.

LESLIE: Pete.

What would you say
made those marks, Officer?

Why, the beach was
covered with those marks
a couple days ago.

Commander Mathews
to Sheriff's Station. Over.

Sheriff's Station.
Go ahead, Commander. Over.

Relay this message
to the 12th Naval District.

Have them notify
Dr. John Carter.

You got that?
Carter, that he's
wanted here at once.

This has top priority.
Over and out.

Where are they?

Oh, fishing.

Seems they can't
get enough fishing,
them two.

How's their luck?

Not good at all.

Say, you mean to tell me
the Navy sent you down here
in one of those jets

just so you could go fishing?

That's about it.

Hadn't you better
tell them I'm here?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Oh, by the way,
where's that imprint
you were telling me about?

Down there
behind those rocks.

Thanks.

Yeah, sure.

No, Pete.

JOHN: Hey, folks!

It's John.
I'd better get my robe.

Hello, Leslie.
Hello, John.

Hi, John.
Howdy, ma'am.

Any sign
of that whale?

Still kidding,
huh, Commander?

This is no kidding.

Yeah, I know.
Flying saucers?

No, Bill. Something
that came from the sea.
And please be careful.

Look, Dr. Joyce,
don't give me

that sea serpent
business, huh?

Look, you just
be careful and keep
a sharp lookout.

You understand?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLING) Sea serpent.

Saves a lot of argument.
Well, Doctor?

As Leslie probably
told you,

it's the imprint
of a giant octopoda
bidranchiata.

Did you get photographs?

Yes. I sent them
to Admiral Norman.

I hope he can
believe his eyes.

Something must have
convinced him

because he's
setting up headquarters
in San Francisco right now.

Deputy tells me that
fishing is rather poor
in these parts.

Haven't had a single bite
in the last 12 hours.

Every sign is positive.

It definitely has been here
and it probably
hasn't gone away.

Maybe you can
help me convince her

that she ought to beat it
and let the Navy
take over this job.

Beat it?
What does she say?

What's the difference
what she says?

Look, Pete,
you don't see many women
in the seagoing Navy.

Are you kidding?

Oh, shore-side women,
sure.

But there's
a whole new breed

who feel
they're just as smart

and just as courageous
as men.

And they are.

They don't like
to be overprotected,

they don't like to
have their initiative
taken away from them.

A, you'd want me
to miss the opportunity
to see this specimen,

one that may
never come again.

B, you'd be making up
my mind for me.

And C, I not only
don't like being
pushed around,

but you underestimate
my ability to help
in a crisis.

My sympathies are
entirely on her side.

Didn't take me
very long to lose
that argument, did it?

(SCREAMING)

Help! Help! Help!
It's coming!

(SCREAMS)

NARRATOR:
News of that incident
on the Oregon coast

reached throughout the world.

By order of
the Defense Department,

shipping took refuge
in the harbors

and all beach areas
were closed.

The coastal waters
of the Pacific were mined.

From Panama
to the Arctic Circle,

the western coast
of America made ready.

I've been asked
what the Navy is doing
in this emergency.

Inasmuch as
operational headquarters

have been set up
here in San Francisco,

we will use this area
as an example.

Offshore minefields,
together with radar
and sonar warning devices

set up on Golden Gate Bridge

should be
more than adequate

to keep the monster
out of the Bay Area.

A submarine net
has been hung from
Golden Gate Bridge itself,

completely blocking
the only entrance
from the sea.

Now, this is primarily
a warning device,

but it's also capable of
taking a charge of thousands
of volts of electricity,

which we've been advised,

will repel
any form of marine life,
if it doesn't kill it.

Now, is there anything
I haven't touched on?

You say that the monster
could attack us
in coastal waters,

and that it's dangerous
to human life.

What's being done
to attack it?

Professor Joyce
will tell you.

Our first problem,
of course, is to locate
the monster again.

We're trying
to do that now.

Operations to John Carter.

Have you seen anything yet?
Over.

Nothing.
It's slow out here. Over.

Professor Carter,
this is Lieutenant Adams.

Where are you? Over.

Patrolling coastal waters.
Over.

What if you don't
find anything? Over.

We'll find something.

We've baited
the surface out here
with dead shark.

The beast is bound
to come up to eat.

We've got
several hundred planes
watching for it in relay.

We'll find it, all right.
Over.

ADAMS: What'll you do
when that happens?
Bomb it from the air? Over.

No, we've decided not to.

We have good reason
to believe

that its destruction
must be complete
and instantaneous.

We risk complete failure
with a near miss
or if we merely wound it.

The monster has
only one vulnerable spot,
one fatal target,

its brain.

We're going to try
to take advantage of that
in a certain way.

Will you put Professor Joyce
back on? Over.

Go ahead, John Carter.
Over.

Leslie, take the newsmen down
to the San Francisco Navy Yard

and show them the weapon.

That's all for now.
Stand by, Operations.
Over and out.

Looks like any other torpedo,
doesn't it? But it's not.

You see,
this has no propeller.

It's jet-propelled.

The Navy doesn't quite know
what to make of it.

Perhaps you'll
explain to the boys
where you got the idea.

I spent all day yesterday
at the Seamen's Institute

talking to
retired whaling men.

This is the result.

A warhead
patterned after a harpoon
is encased in the nose.

Instead of exploding
on contact,
it's designed to penetrate

and remain fixed
in the monster's flesh.

By means of spreading barbs.

And what's going to
destroy the thing?

The explosive
is sufficient to do that.

The difference is that,
in this case,

we set it off
electronically

once we're certain
it's dead on its target.

Attention on deck!

Another thing, Captain.
The men want to know
if they can go on liberty.

I know how bright
Market Street looks
from here,

but we're standing by
for orders.

Aye, aye, sir.

Nobody leaves the yard.

Carry on!

OFFICER: Attention on deck!

I see they picked
an atom sub to go out
and fight this thing.

Why is that, Commander?

Could be because
of the new electronic
equipment or her speed.

Was she ordered back here
from Hawaii just for that?

That's right.

You think it's as bad
as that, do you?

I think we're lucky
she's here.

Very lucky.

We have records
of a monster like this one

that appeared
in the 13th century.

It ravaged the coastal towns
of Denmark and Holland.

Of course, they didn't have
our modern weapons.

It was in those waters
for over 30 years.

Here's another
piece of evidence.

A monster was disturbed
by volcanic eruptions
on the floor of the ocean.

It happened in the same year
as the Vesuvius disasters.

Gentlemen,
I think that's all
we have to tell you.

We're certainly
obliged.

Thank you, Commander.

Thank you.

We gave you a break,
NOW you give us one.

It all depends on you
how the public
takes this news.

We want them
to have all the facts,

but we don't want
a panic on our hands.

Any last questions?

Just one.

Where did you say
the monster came from?

From the Mindanao Deep
in the Pacific.

Are there any more
from down there?

Probably.

How many?
I don't know.

What do we do about them?

I don't know that,
either.

If you don't,
then who does?

Thank you. I was just
wondering, that's all.

NARRATOR:
The 12th Naval District

alerted the entire
San Francisco area.

They were
waiting and watching
for some sign

of the approach
of the monster.

Electric minefield.
Contact.

Operations wants a check.
Radar.

Sonar.

Radar. Sonar.

Both still blank.

Let's get a cup
of coffee. Come on.

(SONAR BEEPING)
MAN: Stand by.
Sonar signal coming in.

Stand by.
Sonar signal coming in.

Unknown object
coming this way.

Unknown object
coming this way.

Wait.
Range, 6-0-0-0.

Range, 6-0-0-0.
Moving fast.

Moving fast.

New position.

Entering minefield.

Number 40, south.

Range, dead on.

Fire!
OFFICER: Fire!

Fire!

Stand by number 38 mine.

Fire!

Fire!

No luck.
Approaching 32,
south sector.

Approaching 32, south sector.
Fire!

Fire!

Ready number 31 mine!

Ready number 31 mine!

Fire!
Fire!

Ready number 12, south.
Fire!

Number 12, south! Fire!

Ready number six. Fire!

Ready number six. Fire!

It's coming on through.

That's the end
of our first line
of defense, Miss Joyce.

Then the red alert.

Right.

Red alert
for Operation Sea Beast.

Get traffic off
the Golden Gate Bridge.

Red alert
for Operation Sea Beast.

Get traffic off
the Golden Gate Bridge.

Golden Gate Bridge.

This is Billings,
and there's contact.

Contact with our net.
Give me instructions.

Over to you, Operations.

All right, Billings.
Let's see what
the high voltage can do.

Close your switch.

Get John Carter
for me, please.

It's not going to
be me, after all, sir.

I might as well
be at the bridge.

Go ahead.

Wait a minute.
I'm going to go with you.

Hello, John.

It struck.

JOHN: Where?
Golden Gate Bridge.

I thought we had
this thing figured out.
What happened?

I can't tell yet.

Instead of being
driven off, it attacked.

Maybe it wants to fight.

(SIREN WAILING)

OFFICER: Operations
to all Navy personnel
on the Golden Gate Bridge.

You can do nothing more
where you are.

You're to abandon
your posts at once

and not sacrifice
your lives needlessly.

These are Captain Stacy's
orders.

Aye, aye, sir!

(SIREN WAILING)

What's going on out there?
I don't know.

I threw the voltage
into her,
and up she came.

When you threw the switch.
Is it still on?
Yes, sir.

Where do you think
you're going?
Out on the bridge.

What for?
To pull the switch.
It's causing the beast...

Oh, no, you're not.
Do you wanna get killed?

Besides, everyone has to be
cleared by Captain Stacy,
Carter or Joyce.

All right, clear me.
I'm Carter.

Okay.
Okay, Chief.

John.

Hold onto her!

John, this way!

And a good, good evening,
friends. This is Sam Hayes.

I've got news for you.

As you probably know by now,
our city has
suffered disaster.

As a result, a marine monster
is at large in this vicinity,

perhaps even
inside the Bay Area.

The federal authorities
are doing everything
possible to locate it,

and together with
the city government

are taking every step
proper and possible

to end this danger.

You are advised
by the officials in charge

to remain in your homes.

This beast is
dangerously radioactive.

Do not cause confusion.

Go about
your ordinary pursuits.

Police officers will
advise you if you must
move to another place.

It will take some time
before the congestion

on the roads south
along the peninsula
can be cleared.

Do not take these roads.

The Oakland Bay Bridge
also is blocked, according
to reports coming in.

The ferry boats
are not running,

So stay away
from the Ferry Building.

I repeat, the ferry boats
are not running.

(CLAMORING)

This would put it
approximately here.

Have they cleared
that area yet?

Not yet.
They must.

They have a tentative
position for it

in the bay
near the Ferry Building.

This confirms it.

We want total
and immediate evacuation

of the Embarcadero
and Ferry Building area

by order of the commandant,
12th Naval District.
Go to work on it.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Get those cars out of
the foot of Market Street.
Everybody back.

Go west on Market Street.

This area is in danger.

Everybody leave.

This area is in danger.

Everybody leave.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Look out!

My submarine is ready
at Hunters Point, sir.

As you know, Admiral,
I haven't the authority to
order a submarine captain.

Go ahead. You're
commissioned to take any
steps that seem proper.

Aye, aye, sir.
You coming, John?

Absolutely.

We'll get in touch
with you as soon as
we get aboard.

Alert the Alameda area.

Station to
the maneuver at once.

On the double, Griff.

GRIFF: Take in two.
Take in three.
Take in the brow.

(SCREAMING)

I believe
it's actually lifting itself
out of the water, Pete.

What do we do about that?

Pete, get me Leslie.

Com 12,
this is Sea Beast. Over.

This is Com 12. Over.

Hello, Leslie, I would like
to find something that would
drive it back underwater.

How about heat? Over.

LESLIE: I don't know.
We can try.

Hold it.

Ask Captain Stacy
to contact the Army
for flamethrowers. Over.

He's doing it.

Tubes forward. Stand by.

GRIFF: Tubes ready
forward, sir.

How can you torpedo it
from here with all those
ships in the way?

This is a submarine, John.
If it can go underwater,
it can go under ships, too.

This is a deep channel.
Better run below
if you don't want to get wet.

We'll dive.

Try to get in close enough
for a clear shot.

When the sonar
picks up the beast,
let me know immediately.

(ALARM BLARING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

What do you see?

This should do it, sir.
We're clear to shipping now.

Range?
8-0-0.

All back full.

All back full!

OFFICER: All back full!

Stand by,
forward torpedo room.

Stand by,
forward torpedo room.

Stand by,
forward torpedo room.

All stop.

All stop!

All stop, sir.

We're in too close
for my taste,
but it can't be helped.

We'll just have to fire
our torpedo, run for it,

and explode it
after we're out of range.

We'll let those flamethrowers
have a whack at it first.

We need
a better target.

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(ROARING IN PAIN)

That's it.

Number one torpedo,
fire!

Fire!

OFFICER: Fire!

We're caught fast, sir.

This is where we came in.

What do we
do now, sir?

We stay and explode
our torpedo and get
blown apart ourselves

or we think faster
than we've ever
thought before.

I want a man to stand by
the escape hatch.

Break out an Aqua-Lung
and some of that plastic
explosive we were issued.

GRIFF: I nominate myself
if you're calling
for volunteers, sir.

This is a personal matter,
Griff. I'm reserving
that pleasure for myself.

Maneuvering, are we
still backing full?

OFFICER: We're giving you
all she's got, sir.

Very well.

As second in command,
it's my turn to try.

No, it's mine.

You don't know where
the monster's vulnerable.
It happens I do.

I'm sorry...
You want to argue about it,

or you want to get free
right away?

And don't waste time.

I'll need some explosive
and a harpoon gun
if you got one.

Hanson, diving suit
and harpoon gun,
on the double.

Aye, aye, sir.

Fuse. Timer to set
for as long as you need.

That's all there is to it.
Mmm-hmm.

Thank you very much.

Whatever he did,
he knew his stuff.

It worked.

When the range opens up,
set off the torpedo.

OFFICER: But the captain's
still out there, sir,
and that other fellow, too.

I know it.

I'm obeying
the captain's last orders.

You'll do as much for mine.

OFFICER: Range, 1-0-0-0.

Fire!

Fire!

No trace of them.

Yes, there is!

There they are.
Get them in sight.

Aye.

Left full rudder.
Starboard ahead two-thirds.

The Army and the Navy
and our gallant police
and fire departments,

these have all received
the honors they deserve
from a grateful city.

But there are three others
who served San Francisco

who also
must not be forgotten.

And, therefore,
a memorial plaque today

has been presented
to those unsung heroes,

the Civilian Defense
volunteers,

the crossing guards,

and street railway employees
of this city.

Well, I guess that's it.

The sub's been
ordered on patrol.

We'll be on sea duty
for a few months.

I'll be seeing you, John.

Soon, I hope.

Will I be seeing you,
Leslie?

You mean when I
get back from Cairo?

I mean women can change,
move away, get married,

have families.

Well, there is
that possibility,

but, A, there isn't time
for that to happen to me.

B, I can be reached
at the school.

And, C, how would you
like to collaborate
with me on a book?

How To Catch a Sea Beast.

Say, Doctor, you know
you were right about
this new breed of women.