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During World War II,
close to this very spot,

science bore a child
that changed the course
of human relations...

and to this day
threatens to end human history.

It was called,
innocuously enough,
the Manhattan Project.

And it grew into the terror
we all have come to know
as the hydrogen bomb.

But this year,
only a stone's throw from here,
science delivered a new child.

November 8, 12:20 a.m.

Dr. Jules Copenik,
Ph.D. in experimental biology...

and codirector of
related research at Oceanic
International Oil Corporation...

returned to his place of employ
after a month-long absence.

He had been attending
a world ecology conference
in Helsinki...

and came right to his lab
after debarking a plane.

Dr. Copenik was homesick
for the lab and the equipment
that was under his control.

And it was this fastidious
devotion to his work that cut
off his life at age 43.

7:00 a.m.
I was just arriving home
from a rather late supper...

when the call came over
my police radio.

We got a call from the
company's security department
early this morning, about 5:45.

- How's it going, Nils?
- One of their men
found the body at dawn.

- Just giving a statement now.
- We immediately cordoned off
the whole facility--

- They don't want us
photographing the body.
- and found nobody.

- Why not? Did you ask?
- Nobody who didn't belong.

Why don't you want us
photographing the body?

I prefer not to make
a complete statement
at this time.

I'd rather stick to the
physical details of the crime,
if you don't mind, Mr. Kolchak.

Oh, yeah, sure, sure, sure.
Absolutely. It's perfectly okay
with me. You go right on ahead.

You go on ahead. Uh, somebody
told me that it was kind of
a messy death, right?

Ever see one that wasn't?

Well, that's it, gentlemen.

- Where's my print man?
- Where's his arm?

Gone like both of yours
are gonna be if you don't keep
your hands off things.

Was his arm severed, Captain?
Where is it?

Severed? Listen,
it was pulled out of its socket
like an old turkey leg.

- I don't understand it.
- Hold it. Hold it.

Dr. Jules Copenik was murdered.

He was badly beaten.

We don't have
any suspects as yet.

The coroner's report will
be posted later sometime today.

Captain, where's the arm?

We don't know.

You mean the killer
took the arm with him? Why?

- Who can answer that question?
- How was access
gained by the killers?

How did they slip past
the company's guard?

- No comment.
- Well, how about motive?
Any ideas?

- No comment, Mr. Kolchak.
- No ideas.

No ideas.

Phew! Phew!

- Come outta there, Kolchak.
- What is this, a freezer?

- What does it look like?
- It looks like a freezer.

But it's so hot and damp
and humid in here, you could
steam littleneck clams.

- Well, it's out of order.
- Yeah, it stinks too.

- It smells of mildew. Phew!
- Maybe it's your undershirt.

- Could be your jokes.
- Out.

Ever try to deal
with a giant corporation?

They transfer your call here.
They transfer it there.

They put you on hold.
You're out in the cold.

Oceanic International Oil
was all that and more.

They finally let me off
the merry-go-round at the office
of Thomas J. Kitzmiller,

- vice president in charge
of Public Relations.
-

Excuse me.

Yes.

Yes, well, tell him L'étoile
will be fine for lunch.

Well, then tell
his secretary.

No, Chinese food is fine
if it's good food. I, uh--

Shall I meet him there then?

He wants to pick me up?

No, no, no, no, no, no.
You call him right back
and tell him I will pick him up.

Thank you. Thank you.

You were talking
about Dr. Copenik
and what he was doing.

Ah, here is what
O.I.O. is doing.

- In the nation, in the ghetto--
- And around the world.

Exactly, around the world.
I don't have to
tell you about Alaska.

Vast new discoveries.
Our startling success there...

has encouraged us
to press on even further north,

even north
of Prince Patrick Island.

Really? You mean,
you're drilling
that far north up there?

Gets so frozen, so stiff
up there that even the penguins
wear thermal underwear.

- Well, regardless,

O.I.O. has mounted and sent...

a very, very big
and most expensive expedition
up there for test drilling.

- Uh-huh, yeah. Thank you.
- At great corporate expense.

Uh, well,
did you find any oil?

Well, that's-- that's
not the point, Mr. Kolchak.

We don't just drill for oil
on a hit or a miss basis.

- See, we bring back
what we call cores.
- Cores.

And, uh, we show them to our
scientists, our geologists, and
they analyze them for traces.

Now, if the traces
are encouraging,
then we drill for oil.

Uh-huh, and that's what
Dr. Copenik was doing,
testing cores.

Exactly. He was working
with samples of material...

taken from cores frozen
for perhaps thousands,

- maybe millions of years.
- Millions.

Now, I don't consider that to be
a dangerous or violence-prone
occupation, do you?

Well, that depends
on what he was testing for.
Wouldn't you agree?

Yeah, and then again,
of course, you know,
you work for an oil company.

And a lot of people
have had it up to here
with high prices...

and bad air and seagulls
just overloaded with gunk.

Well, I-- Well, there are
always a few misguided
and sick individuals...

who like to take out
their personal frustrations
against essentially blameless...

but, nonetheless,
vulnerable institutions.

Thankfully, O.I.O. is not
a very likely target.

I mean, our contribution
to the community welfare
is well-known.

- Mm-hmm.
- However, Dr. Copenik, he's
an even less likely target.

I mean, he was merely a,
well, a hard-working researcher
in charge of his own section.

- Which was what exactly?
- Biology.

- Biology.
- Not one of our largest.

I mean, its application to oil
wasn't as direct nor as--

nor as great
as the geological sciences.

But that was one
of the main reasons
for having such a section.

You see, to give people
like Jules Copenik...

the environment and the funding
to do whatever they wanted
to do, whatever it was.

I see. And, uh, of course,
you never turned
a penny profit on it.

- Well, I-I didn't say that.
- Uh-huh.

Naturally, if our biologists
were to turn up something
that could profit O.I.O.,

yes, we would
accept that, but it wasn't
absolutely necessary.

Oh, well,
that makes me feel good.
You know, real warm down inside.

Tell me, how was everything
in the biology section?

I mean, I guess everybody there
was feeling pretty good, happy,
very content.

A sense of well-being.
Happy as clams. Hmm?

As far as I know there are
no serious disagreements.

But you see,
that entire section, uh,

consists only
of Dr. Copenik and, uh,
his assistant Helen Lynch.

Helen Lynch.

Where could I--
Where could I find Helen Lynch?

Helen Lynch
was in an automobile accident
several weeks ago.

And she's in a hospital
in Springfield,

trying very hard to recuperate.

And I suggest that
we let her do just that.

- Excuse me.

- Yes.
- Hello.

Yes. Oh, yes, yes.

Uh, Friday about 1:00?
All right. I'll make
a note of that. Fine.

Will, uh, lunch be involved?

Okay.
Oh, I'm sure I can.

Fine.

Hey, Tony, what's new?

That's why I've got reporters,
to tell me what's new.

Yeah, well, I'm on
this Copenik thing, Tony,
and something is very, very odd.

That Copenik thing, is that
the case you started covering
at 7:00 a.m. this morning?

- Yeah.
- "Jules Copenik, age 43."

Yeah, that's right, Tony.
I just picked up
the coroner's report, see?

Yeah, "Death caused
by massive hemorrhaging...

uh, due in part to cranial
and torso blows induced by a"--

- "Probably a blunt instrument."
- Yeah, that's right, Tony.
Yeah, yeah, right, right.

"However, severest hemorrhaging
resulting from"--

"A severed right arm,
no doubt."

Yeah, that's right.

"Also noted were
superficial gouges of the type
that might be made by a"--

"A garden hand weeder."
It'll happen every time.

- Yeah, that's right.
How'd you know?
-

Voilà, la story, Carl.
It's old cabbage.

It's already been chewed up
by all the other news services.

Well, Tony,
let them have the cabbage.

We here at I.N.S. will feast
on journalistic filet mignon.

- Where's Ron?
- Out to lunch.

Yeah, well,
that goes without saying.
What else is new?

Listen, I'm very serious.
There's something very strange
going on at O.I.O.

Now, I don't think
anyone came in there
just to kill Copenik.

And there was nothing,
but nothing, stolen.

- Except a severed arm.
- Yeah, well-- Hi, Ron.

Well, where did you
have your lunch?
Saskatoon, Canada?

I spent half an hour
driving around the block,

trying to find
a parking space.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry
about that, Ron.

Did you take care
of those phone calls
I asked you to make?

Our agreement on the phone
was that I would
make the calls...

- if you would promise
not to park in my space.
- That's right.

Already you've broken it.
It's incredible.

Well, I'm sorry about that, Ron.
I really am.
It's a very bad habit of mine.

And I will try
my doggonedest to break it.

Please do, or next time
I will call a tow truck.

- You wouldn't do that.
- Yes, I would.

You mean, you'd call a tow truck
and have my car hauled away?

I mean it.
Mt. Olivet Hospital.

You mean it.

- Now where're you going, Carl?
- Springfield.

To cover some hot news,
like the Lincoln-Douglas debate?

Terrific.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kolchak.
You cannot see Helen Lynch.

- What, is she unconscious?
- No, she is not.

But then she's not up
to answering questions
about this murder either.

You know, I bet
the people at O.I.O.
are just very concerned...

that she not be upset
by members of the press,
am I right?

- Yes, you are. Is there
anything wrong in that?
- Certainly not, Of course not.

Why, their hearts are as big
as their profits this year.

What-- What was it up to,
220% or something like that?

That is no concern of mine.
My only concern is
with my patient.

- Yes.
- You cannot see her,
and that's final.

Absolutely.
Whatever you say, Doc.
Whatever you say.

What room are you-- Hello?

- Uh, what room
are you going to?
- Uh, 415.

- Could I help you?
- Oh, thank you so much.

- You're welcome.
- Right down this way.

Thank you.

It's right over here.

Dr. Lynch?
Uh, Carl Kolchak.

Independent News Service.
See?

Please, Mr.--
- Kolchak.

I've already told the police
everything that I know.

Yeah, but the trouble is,
you see, the police don't tell
anybody else what they know,

and then people begin
to form their own ideas.

I've had a call from our
Public Relations Department,
and I have been--

Mr. Kitzmiller,
and he told you
not to talk to reporters, right?

- That's right.
- That's right.
See what I mean?

Now, who wouldn't
begin to form ideas
with all this secrecy around?

Did he tell you why
you shouldn't talk to reporters?

- Just that it would be best.
- Now, you're a scientist.

Now, does that seem very much
like an empirical reason to you?

Hmm?

There is nothing to tell.

I mean, there really
is nothing to tell.

Jules was just a very nice man.

A very nice man.

He had a sense of humor,
and he hated uproar
and controversy.

Now he's been murdered.
That's all there is to it.

Well, what about these cores
from the Arctic?

I mean, is there any reason
anybody would want to...

stop work on them
or ruin the experiment?

The scientific
community is hardly...

- the court of the Borgias,
Mr. Kolchak.
- Well--

Our discoveries
were important from
a biochemical point of view.

They were remarkable.
But no reason for anyone to...
wield a hatchet.

- What was in those cores?
- Cells. Frozen cells.

You mean, it's remarkable
that you'd find frozen cells
in the Arctic?

No, but they were
millions of years old.

And when we thawed them,
they started to exhibit
biological function.

Biological function.

- You mean, they--
they came to life?
- You could say that.

What did they do
after they came to life?

What cells do--
they reproduced.

Not exactly what
you'd call high adventure,
but very interesting.

Very. How did they--

Well--

Berwick, would you
and John come in here
for a moment, please?

I told this man
not to come in this room.

And here he is.

Hi, fellas.

9:55 p.m. Across the state
in my city, Chicago,

photographer Robert Gurney, 24,
came home from work
and wanted some entertainment.

Gurney felt that what the media
gave him was too unrealistic
to be entertaining.

He often said
that even he could do better.

He did.

As Vincenzo heatedly
pointed out,

the Springfield junket
had caused me to miss...

the second brutal beating
to occur in two days.

Tony had been forced
to send in someone
from the bush leagues.

Okay, Ron, hit the showers.
The first string's here.

It's all over.
The police shot the killer,

- took him away in an ambulance
just before you got here.
- Dead, huh?

Well, you might say
he'd done his last dance
around the flagpole.

Well, you might say that,
but I wouldn't.

Okay, Officer,
can you give me the names?

- You trying to be cute?
- No. Do I look cute?

Just give me the names
and what instrument they used
to commit the beating with.

Beating?
Look, Jack, I saw it.

The poor victim had his leg
almost torn off.

His leg torn off?
What was his name?

- Robert Gurney, 24.
- Did he work for O.I.O.?

No, he worked for
Macy's Wedding Portraits.
He was a photographer.

What about the killer?
Did he work for O.I.O.?

Friend,
the killer was a gorilla.

- A g--
- That's right.

I don't know that much
about wildlife, but that's
what it was, a gorilla.

Or some kind of big ape.

A-- A gorilla?

Good-bye, Carl.
Don't take any wooden bananas.

That was bad, Ron.
That was very bad.

I told you, Mort.
"Put in synthetics," I said.

"Oh, no,"
says Mr. Conrad Hilton.

"I'm renting quality rooms."

Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.
- Oh.

Oh, well, uh, we live
right down the hall...

from, uh, poor Mr. Gurney.

And, uh, but for
the grace of God,
it could have been me...

whose window
that thing broke into,
me who could have been killed.

- Well, did either of you
see the gorilla?
- The gorilla?

Oh, well,
Mort was taking
his sitz bath.

- Sitz bath.
- And I heard
this terrible ruckus.

Then I called the police.
When they got here,
they went to Mr. Gurney's room.

And I heard a scream
and I heard a shoot.

And, oh,
I was just terrified.

I only saw it
for maybe half a second.

- Uh, the gorilla?
- Yeah.

Well, uh, I don't--
I don't know.

- Maybe, but--
- Well, what do you mean
"Maybe, but"?

Well, I've seen gorillas
on the Marlin Perkins show.

This was like that,
but it was kind of
like a man.

You know,
uh, from the side.
Oh, it was awful.

Was it a man
or was it a gorilla?

The police say
it was a gorilla.

If the police say
it was a gorilla,
then it was a gorilla.

They shot it.
They should know.

They are the police.

- Yeah.

I've already told you,
Mr. Kolchak.

You cannot see Mr. Kitzmiller
without an appointment.

Well, I called
to make an appointment.
You put me on hold.

By the time you came back on
to tell me to call back,

my hair had grown down
over the receiver.

Well, Mr. Kitzmiller
was at a luncheon appointment.

So, what else is new?
Someday there'll be
a waiters' strike,

and all the large corporations
in America will just topple.

Now, I can give you an
appointment on the 23rd,
if that's all right, at 10:00.

- Really?
- Yes.

- The 23rd?
- Yes.

- 10:00?
- Uh-huh.

No. No, I think I'll wait.
No more stalling around.

- He's in a meeting.
- Yeah, sure, I'll bet.

Do you want an appointment
on the 23rd or not?

No, I think I'd better
go to this meeting.
Act as sort of a consultant.

Mr. Kitz-- Mm.

-Mr. Kitzmiller
is in the men's room, right?

-The meeting is in a restaurant.

- Sure.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.
Mr. Kitzmiller's office.

Oh, Dr. Arscott.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.
We did send someone out
to the airport to meet you.

- Uh, could you hold on
one moment, please?

Good afternoon.
Mr. Kitzmiller's office.

Well, he's not here
at the moment now, Bernice.

Oh. When did this happen?

Uh-huh.

Well, he's with your boss now.
You can reach him there.

- Yes, thank you. Bye.
-

Dr. Arscott, I'm sorry.
It's really quite difficult
for me to talk now.

I'll have Mr. Kitzmiller
call you.

Thank you.

So, who's Dr. Arscott, huh?

Some bigwig,
supposed to come into our city
and save our fair town? Whew!

I'm very sorry,
I don't know what
you're talking about.

And I don't know where you get
the idea that Mr. Kitzmiller
has something to hide.

- It is simply
that he is very busy.
- Y-Yeah.

He is a vice president
you realize.

Yes, well, that's
what bothers me.

You see,
some of our biggest headaches
have come from vice presidents.

Fine.

I guess you'd better
get the glazer down here
and fix this window again.

Got another one
broken, huh?

Listen, what in the name
of all that is good and holy
is going on around here?

Nothing. It's just a little
disturbance at the scene of
a previous killing, that's all.

- Oh, yeah, sure.
- Do I have your permission to
go on with the investigation?

Certainly, Captain, certainly.
Come on, what's going on here?

And when do I get a look
at that dead ape-man?

- What ape-man?
- What ape-man?

Well, you're
a homicide captain, right?

Now, if it's really an ape,
why are you investigating it?
Why are you on the case?

- Well, I've got the experience.
- Huh?

- I've had a lot of dealings
with baboons.
- Uh-huh.

What baboon?

November 10, 10:25 p.m.,
on Grinell Avenue,

near what used to be
the old Chicago Stadium,

truck driver William Pratt
was angry enough
to burn his brake lining.

He had seniority,
and he wasn't supposed
to work the night shift.

But his boss had thrown
seniority out the window.

Pratt's head was filled
with thoughts of revenge.

But William Pratt had bigger
problems to worry about
than his domineering boss.

Whew!

- Hey, look out!

Didn't you use
the powerful stuff?
I told you it was big.

What do you have in those darts,
antihistamine?
Just to make him drowsy?

Now wait a minute.
We don't work for you.
We don't have to listen to this.

- You said you wanted him alive.
- Most of all I wanted him.

Look, you never know how
an animal's gonna react
to a tranquilizer.

You give him too big a dose,
and he goes into shock
and dies on you.

You heard him in that truck.
He was blood crazy.
Metabolism racing.

Did he call the animal by name?
I mean, did he mention what kind
of animal it was?

No. You know those guys,
they just squawk into a radio,

and then complain afterwards
when everything doesn't
turn out all right.

You know we fired
six tranquilizer darts
into that thing?

- That's a pretty big dose.
Didn't even faze it.
- Yeah.

No kidding.
What kind of animal
do you think it is?

I don't know.
It was too dark.

I don't know who
you are, but I think
you're a little crazy,

shooting off a flashbulb
in that thing's face like that.

- You could have been mangled.
- Yeah, but I wasn't, was--

You broke my camera.
You ruined my film.
I had pictures of that thing.

- It was just an accident.
- Accident? What kind
of an accident is that?

You threw my camera down
on the ground. You danced
the Funky Chicken all over it.

Listen, you owe me.
You owe me.

I-I wanna see
a picture of that ape.

I wanna see that ape
that you shot over
in Gurney's apartment.

I wanna a picture of it.
I wanna look at it.
Now you owe me.

You're right, I owe you.
The department will replace...

the camera that
was broken accidentally.

- Just put in your voucher.
- Oh, terrific. That's--

Listen, you're treading on very
dangerous ground, Captain.
Very dangerous ground.

Now you saw
that thing and I saw it.
And that was not just any ape.

I mean, that wasn't just
J. Fred Muggs out there,
dressed in a tutu,

and drooling for the public
and playing on a unicycle.

That was some creature.

Copenik--

Copenik has been
working on some strange
new strain of cell...

- they discovered
up in the Arctic.
- Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.
And those cells are
beginning to grow.

They're millions of years old,
and they were developing them,
and they started to grow.

- Now, isn't that strange?
- Well, I'm not a biologist.

I don't know anything about
cells. I don't even know
what your problem is.

Well, my problem is the same as
your problem is, Captain. Where
is that creature coming from?

- Kolchak.
- Yeah?

Put in your voucher
and shut up.

Oh, that's the way
you wanna play, huh? That's
the way you wanna play. Okay.

Okay, it's war.

I just put the voucher
on your desk.

- Against the wall, huh?
- Well, why?

- Just play a little
poke and pat.
- What poke and pat?

- Huh?
- What? What?

Well, thank you very much.

I'll expect payment immediately.

And thank you
for the humiliation
you've just put me through.

$125.

It was startling.
The cells were frozen.
Dead to all appearances.

But when we thawed them,
they not only exhibited life,

they reproduced.

Reproduced?
- That's right.
Now they stayed unicellular.

But each cell
was multinucleate.

Look, let's not drag me back
into Biology 101.

What you're talking
about is germs.

Now, what does all this
have to do with
these ape-men?

We flew
all the way out here to find
that out, Mr. Kitzmiller.

Hopefully we will
if you can contain yourself.

We were gonna publish,
of course.

We were using the cells
just a few at a time,

subjecting them
to a wide variety of tests.

And we finished up the first
phase in time for Jules to go
to the conference in Helsinki.

Then we closed up shop
for a while.

Then, two days later, bingo.

I'm in the hospital.

You left the cells
that hadn't been used
in the freezing compartment.

Yes, in vacuum lockers.

- What's the matter?
- Well,

the freezing system broke down
about three weeks ago.

I think maybe
I missed the point, if
the point is that these germs...

grew into whatever it was
that killed Jules Copenik.

They are not germs.

They are single-cell life-forms.

And I'm not about to attest
to what you just said
without further study.

That's too bad.
Look, folks, let me
tell you something, okay?

I am a very, very good P.R. man.

If the price of gas shoots up
to five dollars a gallon,
I can deal with that.

If San Francisco Bay becomes
one big tar pit because
of our oil spills,

I can deal with that.

But, I mean, this--
What can I say about this?

Scientifically, there's
really no precedent for it.

There's no precedent
for anything that's happened.

So don't tell me
there's no precedent.
Tell me something useful.

- I'll make all the phone calls
that have to be made.
- Mr. Donadio?

- We'll go back to the labs
and dig into this, please?
- Are you all right?

I'm taking you and putting you
in a private institution,
away from reporters.

Away from everybody.
Not a word.

Not a word about this,
all right?

You're incredible.

Isn't the story in yet?

Relax, Tony, will you?
Just relax. New York's reading
the first paragraph right now.

Oh, I still can't believe it.

"Primitive man in our own time."

You know, there are times
I gotta admit it, Carl.
You are quite a reporter.

What's the matter?
You sick or something?
You never compliment me.

Carl, think of the headlines
of the past.
The big headlines.

Now, now, listen,
maybe they'll want
a film crew out there.

- What?
- Maybe you'll need
a makeup man out there, Carl.

Have you addled your brains
completely? We're not
at a television station here.

- You can be a special guest
on a television show.
- Not me. No chance.

Wait, it's coming in.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Cancel story"!

- Oh, I don't believe that.
- What, are they crazy?
"Cancel story.

- Legal department
will contact you."

- It's a mistake.
It's a mistake.

Listen,
what's going on here?

I mean, was I.N.S.
being undermined
by the oil company too?

I can't say, Carl. I've been
trying to contact them.
The lines have been tied up.

- Yeah, sure,
I'll bet they have.
- Carl, excuse me.

- About that ape-man line
you got going.
- Yeah?

Something just happened that
I think may blow the whole
thing. It's incredible.

- Well, what? What?
- A friend of mine
at the Herald called.

- Yeah?
- Two days ago, there was
a truck accident.

A van carrying
illegal jungle animals
went off the road.

- The driver just came forward
and confessed.
- Confessed to what?

It seems
some dangerous animals
did escape,

including two large apes,
a pair of adult African gibbons,

as well as a Malayan tiger,
a civet cat and a pie-cost.

What's a pie-cost?

89 cents.

Abbott and Costello, 1946.

- I really had you going there.
- Yeah.

Now listen, Carl,
I'm gonna call New York.

Now never mind them
and never mind
Harry High School here.

Just keep on the story
and get what you can get,
will ya?

- That's terrible.
- Maybe you'll like
my second joke better.

Your car is parked
in my place again.

I called the tow truck.
They'll be here any minute.

You know what?
I thought that
you'd do that.

I just had a feeling
after you told me
the other day.

Well, so five minutes ago,
I asked our janitor here,
Georgy,

to take the keys
out of your pocket there,

and go down
and move your car
back into your space.

Look.

Keep on truckin', Ron.

Well, this is an emergency.
Break through on 'em. Come on.

- Get through to New York.
- Well, I'm trying to.

No! Wait!

No, no, no!

Yeah.

November 11, 9:30 p.m.
828 Marquette Street.

Rosetta Mason, 22,
had been attending a party,
but she'd been bored.

Rosetta didn't know it,
but for her,
the party was really over.

The murder of Rosetta Mason
gave the police no new leads.

But it gave me a photograph of
a footprint, like no footprint
I'd ever seen before.

I placed calls to
anthropologists
and biologists...

at the major universities,
but again I was put on hold.

I recognized this
as the Oceanic International
Oil trademark.

I also recognized that
universities are supported...

by the charity
of large corporations.

But the public
school system is still
the public school system.

- Already?
- Uh, Mr. Burton?
Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

Oh, I thought lunch period
was over for a minute there.

Of course, I should have known
better. There would have been
more noise, cursing,

things flying
through the air
ahead of them.

Oh, you're referring
to your students?

- To use the term
very loosely.
- Mmm.

Can you believe
it's only November?

- Mr. Burton, I'd like
to ask you a few questions.
- No.

- But you haven't even heard--
- No, I'm sorry, not now.

This is the only time
I get to read
my travel brochures.

I have to figure exactly
where I'm going on June 8.

After school,
it's the science club.

Nights and weekends,
I spend my time going blind...

trying to decipher
their chicken "scrawlings"
on their papers and tests.

But this is very important,
Mr. Burton.

Have you heard anything about
the rash of killings that have
been blamed on large apes?

That? Oh, yes, yes,
I've heard all right.

Several of my friends
have been called in to consult.

They're Ph.D.s, and they're
so full of self-importance now.

Of course, no one asks
a lowly high school pedagogue.

Who asked your friends?
The oil company?
The police? Who?

Oh, they won't say.
It's very hush-hush and cliquey
all of the sudden. Huh.

Uh-huh.

- Mr. Burton?
- Yes.

- Sir.
- Yes.

I am now consulting you.

Here, this is a footprint
left by the so-called ape.

Good Lord!

It's larger than any primate
I've ever seen.

And so-called ape is right.
This does not have prehensile
toes like true apes.

Hmm, well, I saw the thing.
It was somewhat human
in appearance, uh, form.

Yes, but this arch
and heel construction
aren't strictly human either.

Well, then it is
an ape-man.

That is a misnomer.
It shows a lot of ignorance
about evolution.

- Well, I'm sorry.
- No offense.

People keep saying that man
descended from apes.

- Forget you ever heard that.
- Okay, it's forgotten.

You see, man and apes descended
from the same common ancestor.

- Yeah?
- They just went
in two different ways.

They're from two different
branches of the same tree,
not one continuous branch.

- Oh.
- Hold this.
Follow me, please.

- Now, I'll hold this.
- Oh.

- It's expensive.
You see the teeth?
- Uh-huh.

All right.
Now this ape's dentition...

is more suited
to eating fruits, vegetables--
they're vegetarians.

But, you see,
man and all its ancestors
are meat eaters.

We have this ripping,
tearing teeth.

Yeah, well, these creatures
have been eating flesh.

- One of them broke
into a meat truck.
- I love my field.

You know, I've collected
all these bones from all over.

I try to teach the kids
something but-- you know what
they call me behind my back?

- No.
- Bones Burton.

- No.
- Yes.

- Well, Bo-- Mr. Burton.
- Yes.

Uh, we are saying
then that this footprint
belongs to a prehistoric man?

Come with me.

- All right,
this is Homo erectus.
- Uh-huh.

And his colleague here
is Australopithecus.

- Ah!
- You see, early man,
both of them.

Neither had
16 double "E" feet.

Geez, I know that one.
I work for him.

No, well, this creature
probably came from the Arctic.

If he came from the Arctic,
why, he could be anything.

I mean, we know nothing
about what happened up there
except that it froze.

Yeah. Well, look here.

See, I took these photos?
See, there you go.

Now, this one here
was taken on the 8th
and this one on the 10th.

Now you see those
vacuum containers? Upended.

One upended in this picture,
but a second one in this one.

- Yeah. And?
- Well, now, they contained some
sort of cells from the Arctic.

Now is it possible
that accidental heat and damp,
they could--

- Gestate into the owner
of the footprint?
- Yeah.

I doubt that could happen.
But a team of scientists...

recently grew wheat
from seeds that were found
in the pyramids of Egypt.

Those seeds
were 4,000 years old.

Four thousand years old?

Well, listen, if there were
some new kind of--

of different strain
of primate man,
where would he be?

Well, if he's
a voracious carnivore
as you say he is,

then he would probably
also be a nocturnal hunter.

Ah, yeah, that makes sense.

Yeah, he's only been sighted
at night as far as I know.

Yes, and if he's
some deviate cousin
of early man,

then he would tend
toward the caves.

Caves? In Chicago?
Terrific.

- What's that?

Yeah. You really wanna learn
about ape-men, Mr. Kolchak?

- Uh-huh.
- Stick around.

- No, thank you.

Entering O.I.O. labs at night
presented difficulties.

Especially since the guard force
in the lobby had been doubled.

I attacked the problem
with my brains
and my fingernails.

I was getting first-rate copy,
but the story was not complete.

An embryo had not attacked
people on the streets
of Chicago.

A full-grown savage
throwback had done so.

Something not unlike each of us,
and yet vastly different.

I had to have
a picture of it.

There are no caves
in Chicago.

But the creature has struck
in a rough mile or so
radius of O.I.O. labs.

And in that radius used to
stand Chicago Stadium.

It was in the tunnels
under the stadium...

that they did
the first atomic testing...

in those long,
dark tunnels.

The stadium is gone now.
They've erected tennis courts
and playgrounds.

And nearby,
the Enrico Fermi Institute.

But the tunnels
are still there.

Sealed, but there.

-

No, wait.
It's all right.

It's all right.

No, no, no, it's hot.

Hot. See?
Aah! Aah!

No good.

It's all right.

Just relax.

Friend.

- Friend.
-

- Wait! No!
-

No. No!

The police and the high-priced
scientific help put it
together just as I did.

With the proper dosage
of tranquilizer,
the creature became manageable.

It's a great word, isn't it?
Manageable.

They took it,
or should I say him,

a few moments ago.

He's gonna be tested,
studied, probed, I imagine.

Captain Molnar
took my camera again,

saying that
I was unmanageable.

But I wanna sue to get it back,
and I promised myself that.

And if I do, if I do get it
back, and if Vincenzo
will publish the story,

and you see the pictures--
they may not be too good.

They may be blurry.
They may be titillating
and not convincing.

You might not really
want to believe them.

But you go ahead.
You believe them.

And ask yourself,
"What happened to him,
to it?

"Will he thrive
in our hands?

"Is he that much like us?

Will they be able
to make him manageable?"