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Doctor Scott.

Oh, get out of here, Hannah.

Can't you see I'm busy?

But you've got to eat something.

Not now, later perhaps.

Oh, it's Dr. Bach!

What do you suppose
he's doing back so soon?

He probably missed your nagging.

Keep it.

Oh, Dr. Bach, we didn't
expect you for weeks.

I know, Hannah.

But I found European cooking
so vastly inferior to yours,

I had to hurry home.

Oh, Dr. Bach.

How's Dr. Scott?

I hope you took good care
of him while I was away?

Well, I didn't have much chance.

He's been cooped up in that
laboratory night and day.

Is this a laboratory, Dan, or a zoo?

Hello, Richard.

I thought you'd be sunning
yourself on the riviera

for several weeks yet.

Well, I had to cut my vacation short.

The hospital director's
cabled me to return

for a board meeting tomorrow.

The hospital is so overcrowded

they want to add a new wing at once.

You shouldn't let them
make such demands on you.

Just because you founded
Grand Mercy Hospital,

you shouldn't feel compelled
to take active charge.

After all you're supposed to be retired.

Well, you know how old doctors are.

Even when we retire,

we like to feel that we're still needed,

that we can still can perform
some service to humanity.

Now, is that why you
sponsored to my research

as a humanitarian gesture?

Not entirely.

I should also like to bask

in the reflected glory
of a young biochemist,

whose brilliance approaches genius.

Oh, really now.

Hannah, how many cocktails
has Dr. Bach had?

None yet, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

It's strange, though, Richard.

I've got something here
that almost convinces me

I may be a genius.

Either that or suffering
hallucinations from overwork.

Really, what is it?

It's a new research I
mentioned before you left.

It's a project designed to prove

that the cure of any disease or injury

is essentially a process of adaptation.

Oh yes, you were
proceeding on the theory

that all living organisms
possess the ability,

in more or less degree,
to heal themselves.

By adapting themselves
to any harmful change

in their environment.

A lizard, for example,
will shed an injured tail,

grow a new one.

A chameleon will change its
colour for self-protection.

And you hope to develop a
cure all serum from insects,

since they are the most adaptive
of all living organisms?

Exactly.

So I have developed a serum
from the most highly evolved

and most adaptive of all
insects, the fruit fly.

It's the one insect
that is known to produce

a higher percentage of
mutants or changelings

than any other.

Look.

This looks like the same specimen

used by Professor Weismann
in his heredity experiments.

It is.

So I used fruit flies.

I putrefied the bodies, injected a cow,

and produced the serum.

After clarifying with albumin,

evaporating in vacuole and rectifying...

Never mind the technique now.

What were the results?

See for yourself.

These guinea pigs were tubercular,

yet the serum cured
them within three days.

And so far no relapse?

None so far.

Now here, a cat with a broken spine.

Well, that's astonishing.

Not the slightest trace
of spinal malformation.

This dog here was rabid.

Come on here, you, come on.

They were going to destroy him.

Remarkable.

Look at this, Richard.

Now, this chimpanzee had double pneumonia.

As you know, that's almost always fatal

in the case of anthropoids.

Look at this one now.

Well, I should say,

he had been most definitely cured.

And the zoo sent me this fella.

His throat was terribly lacerated,

and his intestine and
groin was badly torn.

Now, here's his picture when
I first received him.

But this shows a tawny-colored animal,

and this one is black.

Well, I assure you, it's the same one.

Oh, then the serum that
healed its lacerations

also changed its colour.

I'm not sure.

It could've been a natural process.

It's not unusual for some
leopards to grow a dark

or even completely black
fur as they grow older.

That's true.

This one seems unusually vicious.

Could it be that the
serum had some effect?

Oh, no.

No, he just doesn't like
to be experimented with,

after all he's not a guinea pig.

And now, Dan?

The next step is obviously
to test it on a human being.

Not on me, I trust.

No, nor myself.

We're both in good health.

I thought perhaps one of the
charity cases at the hospital.

Charity cases are not
experimental cases, Dan.

And that's what this
would be, an experiment.

I'm afraid I don't agree.

I may be old fashioned and conservative,

but somehow I feel there
is something unnatural,

perhaps even dangerous about this.

Well, how so?

The idea that this adaptive ability

can be captured and
distilled into a serum,

that a miraculous and
mysterious force of nature

can be bottled up, so to speak.

You've seen that it can be.

And you've seen the results.

So I have.

But you're not ready to
try it on a human being.

I believe I am.

Look, Richard, think of what
this might mean to medicine

if it is successful.

See here, Dan, I shouldn't
even offer this much,

it's against all medical ethics,

but let us leave it this way.

You continue testing your serum

with every conceivable
method of check and control.

And if I find someone, someone
whose case is hopeless,

absolutely hopeless, you understand,

and if the patient gives his consent,

then I will agree to let you try.

How can you find a case like that?

If the patient is conscious,
you think there's hope.

But if he isn't, how can he consent?

It's the best I can offer.

When was this patient admitted?

Three weeks ago today.

Tuberculosis, final stage.

We've tried everything to
stop the lung haemorrhages.

I thought you might suggest something.

Have you tried the Pilgrim technique?

It's too late for that, I'm afraid.

You can see for yourself.

She's been running 104
degrees now for the last week,

and then unable to take nourishment.

I better have a look at the patient.

Yes, doctor.

Name: Kyra Zelas.

Age: 25.

Occupation: Unemployed.

Permanent address: None.

Parents: Dead.

Relatives or close friends: None.

Admitted by emergency call.

Nurse, stethoscope.

I gotta tell you.

I can't pay you for this.

Don't worry.

Just take it easy.

I'm not gonna make it, am I?

Of course you are.

You're going to be all right.

You're right.

It's too late to resort
to The Pilgrim technique.

Then it's hopeless.

Absolutely.

There is nothing that I can suggest.

Unless.

Ms. Sewell, get me Dr. Scott.

Ms. Zelas.

Ms. Zelas, can you hear what I am saying?

Yes.

I hear you.

Dr. Scott has developed a new serum.

It has never been tested on a human being.

It may not help you,

but I do not believe
it can do you any harm.

Would you be willing to submit yourself

to an injection of this serum?

Sure, why not.

What have I got to lose?

Good.

Then you will have to sign this release.

I'm gonna give her 10 cc's.

In her condition, any less
wouldn't be effective.

Point of injection?

Cubital.

It's all right.

How long before it'll take effect?

About six hours.

I'll call you.

Yes?

Dr. Scott calling Dr. Bach.

What's wrong?

She's not...

On the contrary, look at that.

Temperature's down to 99.8.

Incredible.

Almost normal.

I've never seen anything
like that, doctor.

Why, it's like a miracle.

What caused it?

One never knows about these
new antibiotic wonder drugs.

But I've never seen
them work so swiftly,

and in such a hopeless case.

Then perhaps it is a miracle.

I was sure the serum would save her life,

but I never dreamed

it would restore her to
normal health so quickly.

It's hard to believe.

Normal recovery would
ordinarily require months.

Then I'm gonna be all right?

I'm not gonna die?

- No.
- Hardly.

But we have a number of tests to take yet

and you still need the utmost care.

I already feel like a new person.

I can't remember ever in my life

feeling as well as I do at this moment.

Nevertheless, we can't take any chances.

Now, this is just to take
a blood specimen for study.

Ready now?

The needle will sting a little.

It's strange, the needle
doesn't penetrate completely.

Perhaps it's dull.

Oh there it is, it's fully inserted now.

She didn't even wince.

The needle mark, there's no sign of it.

The puncture has already closed.

Closed and healed instantaneously.

Does the light hurt your eyes, Kyra?

No, nothing can hurt me now.

Well, here's our prized patient.

When we found that you
were not in your room,

we thought maybe you'd gone for a walk.

I feel as though I could.

Shall I try?

Don't you dare.

What do you say, doctor?

Don't you think I'm
well enough to walk now?

The way the sun strikes you,

you look too ethereal to move at all.

Well, now, there's a scientific opinion,

if ever I heard one.

Good.

Very good.

Thank you, doctor.

She'll be here in a moment.

Those her release papers?

Dan, I've been thinking.

We can't let her go back

to the sort of life that brought her here.

Besides I feel we should
keep her under observation

for a while.

You're still anticipating
some harmful after effects.

Not necessarily.

But for the time being,

I think she should be kept
under close observation.

With that, I agree.

Come in.

Sit down.

Ms. Zelas, yours is the most unusual case

that Dr. Scott or I have ever encountered.

Naturally, we would like the opportunity

to continue further study.

Of course, whatever you say.

I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you.

Since Dr. Scott lives with me,

it occurred to us that you
might like to stay at my home

while we conduct certain additional tests

that we have in mind.

We understand that you
have no immediate family

or friends, or any job at present.

I'm afraid that's true.

Well, in that case, the
arrangements that I suggest

should solve your problems

and enable us to keep
you under observation.

Under observation, like a guinea pig?

Oh no, not at all.

Actually, I, well, that
is Dr. Bach and I have

grown very fond of you, Kyra.

We like you to consider
us as your friends.

I see.

We have plenty of room.

My housekeeper Hannah can chaperone you.

Now, what do you say?

What can I say?

After all you gentlemen gave me my life.

Or a new one.

Good.

Then it's settled.

I'd like to drive you home myself,

but I have a consultation shortly.

You can take a taxi.

Here is cab fare and here is my address.

I have phoned my
housekeeper to expect you.

Then you had it all arranged.

We felt sure you'd have
no objections.

And if I had?

That still wouldn't have made
any difference, would it?

Why do you say that?

Because all my life I've had to do

what other people wanted me
to do, no matter how I felt.

Well, if you don't wanna come with us...

Oh, I'll come, but
only because I want to.

From now on, I'm going
to do only what I want

and anything I want.

I'm gonna get everything
I can out of life.

Everything I've always wanted.

Well, that was quite an outburst.

I'm glad to see she has such spirit.

She was quiet and timid before.

You suppose it could be the serum

that had produced an emotional

as well as a physical change in her?

I wouldn't know about that.

As a biochemist, I don't
deal with the emotions.

As a brain specialist, I have to.

Can I have this, too?

Yes, you can have this, too.

What chance has a man got?

- I want that money.
- Huh?

Call an ambulance.

Police, police!

Some girl robbed that man over there.

Struck him in the head
with a glass ashtray

and almost killed him!

She must be somewhere here in the store.

There's no other way out.

What did this girl look like anyway?

She's a dark-haired girl,
wearing a cheap black dress.

I beg your pardon, madam.

Who's in there?

Open up, this is the police.

Come out of there or
we'll break the door down.

Come out of there or
we'll break the door down.

Open up, this is the police.

What is it?

Oh, pardon us, miss, but
we were looking for a girl.

I mean, for a black-haired girl.

A thousand apologies, miss.

It's perfectly all right.

Miss, oh miss?

Good evening, sir, Dr. Scott.

- Hannah.
- Good evening, Hannah.

How is our new house guest?

I hope you're taking good care of her.

That's funny.

You said she was sick and
would need looking after, but...

But what?

Well, she doesn't look very sick to me.

And she seems mighty able to
take care of her own self.

Certainly is pretty, though.

I'm glad you think so.

You mind telling her we're here?

That won't be necessary, Hannah.

Well, young lady, this is a surprise.

It's wonderful.

What have you done to yourself?

Washed my face and bought
a new dress, that's all.

But your hair.

I went to a beauty parlour.

I wanted as much change from
my old self as possible.

And quite a change it is!

Do you like it?

It's beautiful.

Like nothing I've ever seen before.

Well, this calls for cocktails.

- Hannah?
- I'm way ahead of you, doctor.

I've already mixed a batch
of martinis extra dry.

Good, come.

Sick.

Oh, thank you, Hannah.

Thank you.

Well, uh, here's to my experiment.

And to its continuing success.

Thank you.

I just can't get over
how wonderful you look.

It's such a beautiful dress.

Wait 'till you see the rest of them.

And the lingerie, ooh la la.

You've acquired a wardrobe?

Yes, I needed a few things.

A few things?

Hal.

Why not show them to us?

Of course, I'd love to.

My, my, young lady, did
you run into a millionaire

on your way here?

You're the millionaire, doctor.

Tam?

I used your name as reference

to open an account at Bronson's.

Well, I must say, you've
shown wonderful taste.

I hope you don't mind
what I've done, Dr. Bach.

I'm sure I'll able to pay
you back some way soon.

But I just had to begin my new life

with some of the beautiful
things I've always dreamed of.

Of course, we understand, Kyra.

There's anything else you might need,

I'd only be too glad to...

You're sweet.

But you've done enough for me already.

You certainly accomplished a great deal

in the short time you had this afternoon.

I should've thought that
beauty parlour alone

would've taken up most of your time.

Your hair is simply beautiful.

Fascinates me.

Yes, it fascinates me too.

I think we better let Kyra
rest a while before dinner.

I want to check something
with you in the laboratory.

Well, if we must, we must.

See you at dinner, Kyra.

How am I ever going to
thank you wonderful men

for everything?

By keeping well and beautiful.

I don't know what's come over you, Dan.

You're behaving like a
lovesick boy over that girl.

That's ridiculous.

I'm only trying to make the
poor girl feel she's wanted.

What'd you bring me down here for?

I wanna take a look at something.

What the devil is it?

Hair from that poor girl's head.

What is this, a joke?

It may very well be on us.

I've never seen such natural lustre.

I don't believe that hair
was bleached or dyed.

I'll know in a minute.

Hmm, just as I thought.

See for yourself.

There isn't a slightest
trace of chemicals or dye.

You're right.

That pigmentation is undoubtedly natural.

I may have overlooked something.

May be the change in
that leopard's coloration

was not a natural process
that I first supposed,

but some effect of the serum.

If so, then it could've been the serum

that changed Kyra's hair.

Probably so.

But in that case, why was
she so evasive about it?

Don't ask me why women are so evasive

about the colour of their hair.

They are, that's all I know.

That emotional outburst
when she left the hospital,

emotional disturbances cause
glandular disturbances,

they in turn produce physical changes.

Maybe it wasn't the serum
alone that changed her hair,

but the serum and some
great emotional disturbance.

Good morning, Hannah.

Good morning, Richard.

- I wouldn't say that.
- Take a look at this.

Well, what about it?

Do you recognise that dress?

That's Kyra's.

The girl who wore
that dress slugged a man

and stole $700 from him.

The clothes and the charge account.

Exactly.

I never believed that
story and neither did you.

That's where she got the
money for those clothes.

But how did she get away with it?

Despite of a thorough search,

the police were unable to
find the black-haired girl

who assaulted the man.

Hours later, her dress
was discovered discarded

in a dressing room.

That explains it.

It was a dark-haired girl
that committed the crime,

and a blonde that left the store.

And you think that under
the stress of the situation

and her fear of being discovered that

she actually willed that
metamorphosis on herself?

Definitely.

And that explains the natural
pigmentation of her hair.

But if she can change her appearance,

the serum must've stimulated
her adaptive powers

to a fantastic degree.

Psst.

Good morning.

Good morning, Kyra.

What a lovely day.

That's your dress, isn't it?

Of course it's mine.

I left it there on purpose.

I never wanted to see it again.

It's only a reminder of my past existence.

Did you hit that man
and steal his money?

It says here, a
black-haired woman did that.

That's what you were when
you went to that store.

When that woman struck the man,

I saw my chance to get all
the things I've always wanted.

So I picked up the money he dropped.

And in the excitement, nobody
noticed what I'd done.

Why don't you stop lying to us, Kyra?

You never dyed your hair.

What do you mean?

We tested some strands of
your hair in the lab last night,

and it is not dyed.

The pigmentation is natural.

Oh, so you've been spying on me.

Kyra, we're not blaming
you entirely for what you did.

You probably didn't have complete
control of your impulses.

Are you trying to say I'm insane?

No, no, it's just that the treatment

may have unbalanced your
glandular functions temporarily.

Never mind that scientific double talk.

I did what I wanted to do

and I'm gonna keep right on doing it.

And I'd like to see you stop me.

You had no right experimenting with me.

You knew what you were doing.

Well, you created me, and
I'm your responsibility.

It's beyond me.

Perhaps the serum produced a mental

as well as physical transformation.

It may have developed a devilish cunning

with her new appearance.

Do you think there's a possibility

the effects of the serum may wear off

and that she may eventually
change back to her former self?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

But is there the possibility

that you could develop
a counteracting drug,

something that would dissipate
the effects of the serum?

It's possible, I suppose.

Why?

Don't you see?

I am suggesting that you
try to develop an antidote

to the serum, as a precaution,

to be used only if we both agree

that there is a need for it.

I suppose you're right.

I hope I'm not interrupting
anything important.

No, no, it's just another experiment.

I overheard Dr. Bach and you.

I know what you're doing.

It's just a precautionary measure.

In case you do find this antidote,

what makes you think I'll
let you try it on me?

Do you think I'll let you change me back
to what I used to be?

No, never.

Nothing can harm me now.

I'm immune to anything.

Afraid of nothing.

Kyra, be careful!

It's nothing.

You like me the way I am, don't you?

You know I do.

Enjoying yourself?

Oh, indeed I am.

I'm improving my mind.

I never had much time for
art, music, and literature.

Now I'm making up for lost time

among your cultural treasures.

Oh, that's fine.

And you'll have an opportunity

to display your newly acquired knowledge

at our little party tomorrow night.

I know.

I can hardly wait to meet

all those wonderfully interesting people,

I understand are coming.

Interesting, I don't know.

Rich, yes.

The bigger the bank roll,
the bigger the bore.

The good doctor here will
suffer through almost anything

in order to raise money for his clinic.

No, thanks.

This is quite a party
you have arranged, doctor.

Is this the way you
spend the clinic money?

No, Henry, this is on me.

You have all been so wonderfully generous

with your contributions.

I feel that I must reciprocate.

What I wanna know is where
is this beautiful house guest

I hear you're hiding out?

Ms. Zelas will be down in a few moments.

Oh, I thought you were married

to your test tubes, Dr. Scott?

My husband's clinical interest
is running true to form.

Oh, Evelyn, you know we never quarrel
until after our third drink.

Scott, that's the most beautiful
test tube I've ever seen!

You look lovely, my dear.

I would like you to meet, Ms. Kyra Zelas,

a patient of mine.

She has been a very sick girl.

No one would believe it.

I am Barton Kendall, Ms. Zelas.

Yes, Mr. Kendall, I've heard of you.

And this is the Mrs. Kendall, Kyra.

How do you do?

So nice to know you, Ms. Zelas.

What lovely hair.

Thank you.

Doctor, dinner is served.

Thank you, Hannah.

Ladies and gentlemen, we can eat.

I don't know what the
seating arrangements are,

but I'm taking Ms. Zelas.

- Mrs. Kendall.
- Thank you.

Where is she?

Where is Kendall?

Frankly, affairs like this bore me.

But you, you're a
delightful surprise, Kyra.

Are you really as rich as
the magazines say you are?

Richer.

You know, you haven't told
me anything about yourself.

Haven't you guessed?

Dr. Bach and Dr. Scott
simply materialised me

out of a test tube.

Of course.

I should've known that
anybody as lovely as you

couldn't possibly be human.

Aren't you being a little indiscreet?

Naturally, I make a career of it.

Even when your wife is watching?

Evelyn's a very practical
and a very understanding woman.

So, naturally, she's inclined

to overlook little things like this.

Please, you mustn't.

Barton, I'd like you to
take me home at once, please.

Why, nonsense.

We just got here.

You insist on creating a scene?

I'm not creating one, you are.

I'm not necking with this trollop.

What did you say, Mrs. Kendall?

Oh shut up!

I won't tolerate it any longer.

The brazen way you
carried on with that girl,

I have never been so humiliated.

Then why
don't give me a divorce?

I've asked for it often enough.

Divorce.

You don't want a divorce, not really.

You might have to
marry one of these women

you get involved with.

Perhaps I shall.

Oh, now surely you're not
serious about this girl.

You've only just met her.

You know nothing about her.

I know all I need to know.

Look, Evelyn, our marriage
hasn't worked out, and won't.

So why go on with it?

Doesn't it occur to you that I
might still be in love with you?

It isn't me you care about.

It's the power and the
prestige of the Kendall name

that you don't wanna give up.

Very well.

If that's what you choose to believe,

then I won't give it up ever.

Who are you?

Don't you recognise me, Mrs. Kendall?

No, I don't think so.

Good, then there no one else will.

What do you mean?

Just few moments ago,
you slapped me, remember?

It's you.

You shouldn't have
done that, Mrs. Kendall.

No, no!

No!

Evelyn, where are you?

Who the devil was that?

Evelyn!

Let's move her inside.

Careful.

Sorry, Kendall, death by strangulation.

But why, who?

Must've been that woman
we saw running away.

But what reason could she have had?

Who could she have been?

Well, one thing's certain.

It was a woman with black hair.

Mrs. Kendall must've
struggled, grabbed her.

Poor Mrs. Kendall.

I caught a glimpse of
a woman from my window.

A dark-haired woman
running across the lawn.

We'd better call the police.

We've searched the grounds
and covered everything we can

for the time being.

I guess I can rely on you, doctor,

to see that whoever was here
tonight will be at the inquest.

I accept full responsibility.

Thank you.

Night.

Night.

Now that we're alone,

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- Must you, doctor?
- I'm very tired.

Tell us once more about
the dark-haired woman,

the one that you saw from the window.

I've told you all I know.

Are you sure the woman had black hair?

Well, aren't you?

You found a handful of her hair.

I think that woman was you.

Oh, ridiculous!

No more ridiculous than the incident

of the black-haired
girl in the dress shop.

I think you killed Mrs. Kendall.

All right, I killed her.

She slapped me and I killed her.

And I'll kill anything
that stands in my way

and there's nothing you can do about it.

You're just as much
involved in this as I am.

And now, I'm very tired.

Good night.

She's right.

There's nothing we can do.

What about the antidote?

I...

I haven't made much
progress with that as yet.

Maybe you haven't tried hard enough.

Maybe you've become so
infatuated with her.

Are you implying that I protect her

because I've fallen in love with her?

You wouldn't be the first man

to fall in love with his own creation.

Richard, that's nonsense.

It's sheer nonsense.

All right, I won't argue the matter.

But surely you realise we
can't let her go on this way.

Then what would you suggest?

We know the serum affected
her glandular system

and stimulated her natural adaptive powers

to an unbelievable degree.

We know too that the most
effective agent for adaptation

is the human brain and the neuro system,

once believed to be controlled
by the pineal gland.

But that gland has no known functions.

Not to our knowledge.

But in ancient times, medical men believed

that the pineal gland
did control the brain.

More than that, they thought
it was the centre of the soul.

And you suspect what?

That the serum contains the
long sought hormone, pinealon.

And if it does, it may well
have affected that gland.

You mean by hypertrophy of the pineal?

Exactly.

If hypertrophy resulted,

the pineal gland would've
been so over stimulated,

as to produce a demon, a devil,
a creature with warped soul.

Do you suppose this hypertrophy

could be corrected through surgery,

that it might bring her back to normal?

I am reasonably certain it can.

You could perform the
operation in the lab.

But what about the anaesthetic?

We'd have to take her by
surprise to administer it.

We'll use ethyl chloride.

It's almost instantaneous.

We can give it to her in her sleep.

What you are trying to do?

How dare you attempt such a thing!

Kyra, please, let me explain.

- We're only trying to help you.
- Help me!

You don't wanna help me,
you wanna destroy me.

You can't.

Nothing can!

Now get out before I destroy you.

Good Morning, Hannah.

Good morning, Dr. Bach.

Good Morning, Dr. Scott.

Isn't it a lovely morning?

What's lovely about it?

It's Ms. Zelas.

What about Ms. Kyra?

She's gone, bag and baggage.

Cleaned out every stitch of clothes

and left first thing this morning.

Did she leave any word
as to where she was going?

Just this note.

That'll be all now, Hannah, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Good bye, my benefactors, and thanks.

You have given me a new
life, which I intend to keep.

I suggest you forget about
me for your own good.

We can't let her go like this.

We have no idea what might happen to her.

Shouldn't you be more concerned

about what might happen to others?

She wouldn't have gone
if it wasn't for you.

It was your idea.
You drove her away.

That's not true.

I wanted to keep her
here as much as you did.

Although not for the same reason perhaps.

What do you mean by that?

Dan, you're in love with her.

I think you have been from the very first.

I suppose I am.

Is there anything so terrible about that?

There might be.

If you persist in regarding her as woman

instead of what she really is.

I think she should've been allowed to die.

She was meant to die.

But we wouldn't accept the
fate that been decreed for her,

although she was destined to die.

As doctors, it's our duty to save her.

So It was, so we thought.

So we pitted our puny powers
against the supernatural power

that had marked Kyra Zelas for death.

And we won.

Or did we win?

Did we save the life of a human being

or did we perhaps only
create an inhuman being,

an inhuman being that has
no place in a human world,

that exists only by destroying

everything human that it encounters

in its struggle for survival?

I told you we'd hear about her,

but I didn't expect it would be so soon.

We've got to do something about this.

We can't let her marry Kendall.

With that, I agree.

Do you suppose he'd believe me?

I mean, if I told him about her?

Would you if you were he?

But I, we can prove it to him.

By telling of the
experiments, the murder,

and incriminating ourselves?

We got to do something.

But what?

I don't know what you're going to do,

but I'm gonna stop that wedding.

Hello, doctor.

Wonderful to see you.

Nice of you to call on us.

Would you like a drink?

No, no, thank you.

You know, I'm deeply
obligated to you and Dr. Bach.

If hadn't been for you,
I'd never have found Kyra.

I wonder if I could
speak to Ms. Zelas alone?

Why, of course, certainly.

- Thank you.
- No, Bart, please stay.

Whatever Dr. Scott has to
say, you should hear too.

Now what is it, doctor?

Something about my physical condition?

No, no, it's very personal.

Oh, come now, doctor, you're
not going to start that again.

What's that?

I'm afraid that before I left,

Dr. Scott was beginning to
misinterpret my gratitude

as something more serious.

Now wait a minute.

You mean that he tried
to make love to you?

Well, yes.

To be quite honest about
it, that's why I left.

You have a peculiar sense of
medical ethics, haven't you?

You fool.

I'm trying to tell you
that you can't marry her.

I won't let you.

You won't let me?

And why not?

Yes, why not?

Oh, come off it, Scott.

You're obviously in love with Kyra.

That's quite understandable.

That's no reason to make
a darn fool of yourself.

That's really what's wrong
with you now, isn't it?

Yes, Kendall, that's
what's wrong with me.

The delivery man said it
came all the way from Italy.

Hold this a minute, Hannah.

Souvenir from my honeymoon.

Very thoughtful of her.

Where shall I put it, in the cellar?

Leave it alone.

I'll put it in her room.

I'm so bored with this rustic life!

For the past two months, ever
since we returned from Europe,

you've dragged me up here every weekend.

I thought you liked being alone up here,

just the two of us.

Will you stop pawing me!

What's come over you lately?

I've given you everything you want.

Now, you act as if you detest me.

Why shouldn't I?

The disgusting way you behave.

Maybe you'd prefer the company

of your old friend Dr. Scott?

Maybe I would.

My wife was right about
you, that night we met.

She said you were a trollop.

Oh, yes, and then she slapped me.

That's an idea.

And then she died.

What do you mean by that?

Now, what do you suppose?

Are you threatening me?

I might be.

What's changed you so?

Lately, when I try to touch you, you...

Why did you marry me?

Just for my money, is that it?

You are perceptive, aren't you?

Haven't you any feeling?

Aren't you even human?

I shouldn't look so smug, if I were you.

Would be a very simple
matter to change my will.

Oh, don't be silly, Bart.

I was only teasing, to see how
much you really love me.

Get away from me, you drunken fool!

Oh, you devil!

I'll kill you!

Go ahead, try it.

Kyra darling, forgive me.

I didn't know what I was doing.

It's all right, Bart.

It's all right.

We've got to stop the bleeding.

Bandage of some sort.

There's a doctor in the village.

Should I phone him to come
here or take you in the car?

Take me in the car.

It'll be quicker that way.

Lie still, Kyra.

You'll start the bleeding again.

You needn't worry about that.

I don't understand.

You will, Bart.

You will.

What is it, Kyra?

Why are you acting so strangely?

In a moment, you'll
understand everything.

You're going to die.

You must be insane!

Stop it, Kyra, stop it.

You'll kill us!

Not us, Bart, you!

No, Kyra, no!

Do we have to listen to that?

Isn't it gloomy enough
around here for you?

I'm sorry if it annoys you.

Dan, don't you think it's about time

you get hold of yourself?

You can't go on like this.

And now,
for the news of the Southland,

San Bernardino, California.

Millionaire playboy Barton Kendall

was the victim of a fatal
automobile accident today,

not two months after
his former wife Evelyn

was mysteriously strangled to death.

The young socialite's European sports car

hurtled off the road at terrific speed,

killing him instantly.

The present Mrs. Kendall,
who was with him in the car

at the time of the accident,

miraculously escaped without injuries.

Apparently, Kendall had
lost control of the car

because A.W. Miller of Pomona,

travelling in the opposite direction,

saw Kendall and his wife

struggling for control of the wheel

seconds before the crash.

Highway patrol emergency squads

had to use acetylene torches

to remove Kendall's body from the wreckage.

Los Angeles, California.

It couldn't be that she...

I can't believe that
she would do such a thing.

I can.

This makes her a very rich widow.

We must do something to stop her.

I don't know what yet,
but we must do something.

And you're going to help.

I feel as though I've come home.

Do you?

It was so kind of you to
be with me in my sorrow.

Funerals are such an ordeal.

Suppose we drop the histrionics.

What do you mean?

So that's why you suddenly
became so solicitous.

You were very clever
using him to get me here.

I'm sorry, Kyra.

We only did it for your own good.

Face the truth, you killed Kendall

just as you did his wife.

We are going to put an
end to this, this horror.

How do you propose to do that?

By going to the authorities,
as we should have a long time ago.

By restraining you forcibly from now on.

You wouldn't be fools enough to do that.

There is one alternative.

What's that?

Submit to an operation.

Kyra, I told you this before.

We don't hold you completely
responsible for what you did.

We feel that our experiment
has upset your mental balance.

This operation may
restore you to normalcy.

I have every reason to
believe that we can do it.

It will help you, I'm sure of it.

You mean if the operation is successful,

then I'll be like any other normal person?

Yes.

Perhaps you're right.

But I'm too upset to
decide at this moment.

Believe me, Kyra.

We know what is best for you.

Look, you don't have
to decide right away.

Think it over for a few days.

You better remain here
until you make your decision.

I'll send for your things and
we can get them right over.

Perhaps you know best.

It's been such a trying day.

Would you take me to my room?

Of course.

My room.

It's just as I left it.

And my picture.

I'm so glad you kept it.

I was afraid you'd send it back.

How could I?

All this time you've been
away, whenever I looked at it,

it was as though you were here.

Kyra, I love you so.

I think I've always known in my heart

that I loved you, Dan.

If only you'd me realise it before.

Before I...

Perhaps it's not too late.

You do love me the way I am, don't you?

Oh, Kyra...

Then why do we have to go
through with this operation?

Why can't we just go
away together, disappear?

I'm rich now.

I have everything I've always wanted.

Everything but what I
want the most, you, Dan.

Think of what I could offer you.

The powers I possess, I could
use them for you, for us.

Think of the heights we
could reach together.

Nothing in life could stop us.

Nothing would be beyond our grasp.

If only you'll love me, help me.

Help you, how?

Bach.

He's the only thing standing in our way.

Let's get rid of him, Dan.

Do you realise what
you're asking me to do?

Make up your mind.

It's either Bach or us.

You must give me time to think.

I can't let you go, but I...

Dan.

The way she said it,
so calmly and casually.

With such appalling assurance.

As if she was so sure of
her hold on me,

so certain I wouldn't
hesitate to help her kill you.

You, my closest and dearest friend.

Could it really be as you once said that

we didn't save the life of a human being

but instead we,
we created an inhuman being?

We've got to operate on her

whether she agrees to it or not.

How are we going to anaesthetise her?

Well, she must have some weakness.

Even her adaptability couldn't be infinite.

No living organism is beyond

the fundamental laws of biology.

We've got to find her
weakness whatever it might be.

It's so simple.

So incredibly simple!

No wonder it escaped us.

We thought that a case as complex as hers

must of necessity
have a complex solution.

What are you talking about?

The law, the simple basic
fundamental biological law

that must be her weakness.

But what is it, what law?

This: No organism can live
on its own waste products.

Its own waste is poison
to any living thing.

That would mean it would
have to be carbon dioxide.

Precisely.

Carbon dioxide is a human waste product.

It would be impossible for her

to adapt herself to an atmosphere
containing carbon dioxide.

It could be used to anaesthetise her,

to render her helpless.

She would not be able
to resist an operation.

You're right.

You've got to be right.

But when, how?

Tonight, while she's asleep.

We'll have to seal up the room of course.

We can inject the carbonic gas

through the radiator connection.

When it renders her helpless,

we can bring her here for the operation.

The room's sealed off.

Where's the candle?

On the table.

Be careful.

She may not be asleep.

Ready?

Yes.

You could turn it on.

She's dying.

Now get hold of yourself, Dan.

She's not dying.

It's a natural respiratory reaction.

- Are you sure?
- Of course.

I'll open the door.

Hurry.

She's unconscious, not anaesthetised.

If he recovers and adapts herself...

No, you're not going to trephine her.

Take it easy, Dan.

No, I won't have her scarred.

Well, we've got to
reach the pineal gland.

This is the quickest, simplest method.

Use anything else.

Concha technique, nasal.

Strange light, that glow
all over around her.

Makes her look like a saint.

Or a goddess.

A goddess overcome.

She's so still, so quiet.

Could it be, that she...

Kyra?

Kyra, Kyra, can you hear me?

Oh, Dan.

You're going to be all right.

We can move her to her room now.

Perhaps we have saved her after all.

So we thought once before.

Whether she is to live a normal life again

will not be decided by science,
Dan, or even by nature,

but by a far greater and higher power.

It is best this way, Dan.

You know that.

She was so beautiful.