All language subtitles for Fiend.Without.A.Face.1958.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

- We've gotta figure out where
that power fade comes from.

Okay, I'll see you later, bye.

- You ever think of trying
sleep instead of Benzedrine?

You know, you might like it.

- Huh.

Brother, I've had
some tough nuts

to crack in my time, thanks.

Nothing like this.

And to top it off, this
guy has to go

and get himself killed
right outside the base.

- Mm, if he was killed.

- What do you mean?

- Well, he coulda died from
natural causes, you know.

- Oh, that's a switch coming
from a base security man.

You fellows are usually
suspicious of everything.

- Okay, here's
the sentry's reports,

and, uh, this just came
in from the FBI.

It's what they have on
the dead man Griselle.

- Oh, yeah?

"Jacques Griselle, 35,
French Canadian.

"Graduate of Toronto University.

"Specialized in
scientific farming.

"Good war record,
born in Toronto.

"Went north for farming
after the war.

"Has sister Barbara, age 24,
living on the farm with him."

- Well, both the Griselles
got a clean slate.

There's nothing
suspicious about them.

- Yeah?

What was Griselle doing
in the woods at 3:00

in the morning, farming?

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks.

- What are you gonna do now?

Get yourself all involved
in this business?

Let the local authorities
figure it out, Jeff.

- Well, the Colonel
doesn't think

it's that easy, and
neither do I.

Besides, who can forget the
look on that dead man's face?

- Now there's probably
some simple explanation.

- Hmm, I don't know.

Maybe Doc Warren has the answer.

He should be finished
with the autopsy

by now, let's go on over.

- Okay.

- Morning, Doc.

- Morning, Jeff, Hal.

- Hi, Doc.

- I've just been trying
to get to you.

- Well, what's the story?

- Sit down.

I wasn't able to
perform your autopsy.

- Why not?

- 'Cause the Mayor of
Winthrop and a local doctor

named Bradley, who's
the coroner, too,

came up and claimed the
body this morning.

- Well, why didn't you call me?

- Mayor had already talked
to the Colonel.

- Oh, that's ridiculous.

- Well, what's the difference?

They've got the body, so
it's finished.

- Finished?

Eh, I wouldn't bet on it.

They'll probably blame the
death on our atomic reactors.

- Mm, it's this fear
of radioactive fallout.

- We're not
exploding atom bombs.

We're just using atomic power
for our radar experiments.

- Sure, go out and
tell him that.

You know, we're 1,000 miles

from the nearest
decent-sized city.

- What a bunch of
backward people.

They've blamed us for too
little rain, too much rain,

the blight, the beetle, even
Mrs. O'Leary's ailing cow.

- That's why we have to
have an autopsy,

so we can prove the death
wasn't caused by radiation.

- Well, the coroner said
it was heart failure.

That oughta do it,
he's one of them.

- Well, you can't figure
their minds, though.

- Excuse me, sir.

Colonel Butler phoned
to ask the Major

to report to his
office right away.

- All right, Mr. Mayor,
if that's the way it is,

no sense in asking you again,
is there?

- No, sir, there'll
be no autopsy.

- Come in.

Ah, Major Cummings.

- You sent for me, sir?

- Yes, Major.

I'd like to introduce
Miss Barbara Griselle

and Mayor Hawkins,
Major Cummings.

- How do you do?

- Major.
- Mayor.

- If you don't mind, Colonel,
I've made up my mind.

It's all settled.

- Just this one point.

You know that our governments,

Canada and the U.S.A.,
have set up this base

as a joint protection
for our people.

- We know that, and
we've told you

that we feel that the
refusal of an autopsy,

sorry, Miss Griselle,

refusing to do it won't
disrupt the effort.

- Miss Griselle, Mayor Hawkins,

I'm no parley diplomat,
I'm an Army man,

I'm straightforward,
maybe even blunt.

But I'm afraid I must use
stronger methods of persuasion.

You recognize this,
Miss Griselle?

It's your brother's notebook.

He's made some very
interesting notations.

Major, take a look at
this page here.

What's it look like to you?

- It's a timetable schedule.

- You note the times
indicated in each line?

What is it?

- Why, the schedule of
our takeoffs and landings.

- That's enough to give me
what I want, Miss Griselle.

- May I have a look at
that notebook?

- Give it to her, Major.

- Thank you.

This schedule is a list of
your takeoff and landings.

Our herds milk at
four-nothing cream content,

and my brother felt it was due
to the jets flying overhead.

That's why he was
gathering this information.

If you notice in the
following pages,

"Helen, less nervous today,

"quality low, Diane,
apathetic, quality poor.

"Mabel, very pert,
general improvement."

And so on with the other
members of the herd.

This was a daily
reaction of each cow.

- Perhaps the
Colonel can tell us

what he thought the
items referred to.

- Well, I guess that's
all we have to discuss.

Thank you for coming.

- You know, the colonel's
a nice guy really,

but, well, he does have
his problems.

- You don't have to
apologize for him.

- I'm not.

It's just that he has
a job to do,

a difficult one under the
circumstances.

- Please, I'd
rather not discuss it.

- Okay, I was only trying to.

- Trying to what?

- Oh, I don't know.

I guess I was looking for
a way to say I

well, I understand what
you've been through.

- Do you?

- What the heck?

I'm human, we're all human here.

We're not monsters
from outer space.

- Well, thanks.

- What for?

- Oh, for the lift and
the words of comfort.

- I wish I could do more.

- I have no hard feelings if
that's what you're thinking.

- Well, I was, but not anymore.

So long.

Control ready, sir.

- Green Dog, Green Dog,
this is Pyramid.

Are you ready for Test Baker?

Over.

- This is Green
Dog, this is Green Dog.

We are circling quite
easily at 40,000 feet.

Standing by for Test Baker,
over.

- Okay, Green Dog,
commence Test Baker,

commence Test Baker, over.

- Try starting out on the
500 mile range.

- Set for the 500 mile range,
Sergeant.

- Master
scope set at 500 mile range.

Generators set,
position six Charlie.

- Start scanning, normal speed.

Scanning, normal speed.

- Increase scanning
speed 20 RPMs.

Scanning now, 20 RPMs.

- Increase range to 1,000 miles.

- Range
increased to 1,000 miles, sir.

- Steady on your sensitive
control, Number Three.

- Right, sir.

- Increase range to 1,500 miles.

- Range
increasing to 1,500 miles, sir.

- Hold steady now, Sergeant.
- Right, sir.

- Okay, Sergeant, increase
to 2,000 miles.

- Increasing
range to 2,000 miles, sir.

- Range
increased to 2,000.

- Look, sir, Siberia.

Increase range to 2,500 miles.

- Range
increased to 2,500, sir.

- If we can keep this
equipment working right,

we can watch those Russians

24 hours a day right
in their own backyard.

We can spot any plane,
any missile,

anything that's airborne.

- Image
is fading, sir.

- There it goes again,
same trouble.

Green Dog, Green Dog,
this is Pyramid.

Check your equipment.

Our image is fading, repeat.

Check your equipment, our
image is fading, over.

- This is Green
Dog, this is Green Dog.

Our equipment is working okay,
over.

- The signal's
going out okay from here, sir.

There's no drop in power.

- There must be some
interference again.

There's no other answer.

- Try increasing the power.

- Well, sir, we're
pushing the atomic plant

as much as we can now.

- We've got to lick
this power fade.

Tell them to pour it on.

- Peterson.

- Oh, Pete, this is
Cummings, Master Control.

We want you to give us
everything you've got.

- But Jeff, we've already
exceeded the designed limits.

Every time you take a test,
you ask for more power.

If I take any more of
those rods out,

the reactor's liable to go
out of control.

- Well, take some more out.

We'll have to risk it.

We've got to have more power.

- Okay, it's your funeral.

Mine too, probably.

- Yes, sir?

- Remove 10 more rods
from reactor number three.

That's crazy, sir!

- Yeah, I know, but
it's an order.

- Power's
been boosted, sir,

but still can't increase
image further.

- It doesn't matter how
much we boost

the transmitter power if
it doesn't reach the plane.

You know, it's almost
as if the power

were being drained off.

- Well, we'll just have
to keep working on it.

- Yeah, and in the
meantime, what new excuse

do I give the Pentagon?

- This is Green Dog.

This is Green Dog.

Standing by for instructions,
over.

- Okay, Green Dog, okay,
Green Dog.

Test Baker is completed,
return to base.

Repeat, Test Baker is completed.

Return to base, over.

- Roger and out.

- Okay, Sergeant,
let's close shop.

- Jacques Griselle's sum of
good overshadows the other.

What has he marked up
in the ledger for good

as against the ledger for bad?

He was a good and generous man.

His grim service.

And now we consecrate the
worldly remains

of our beloved Jacques to
the good earth

from whence he sprang.

- Closer and closer.

- Thank goodness the cows
are getting used to them.

- Aye.

Are we eating soon?

- It'll be ready in a minute.

I just want to feed the
chickens first.

- Amelia, Amelia!

Amelia, Amelia!

What is it, what is it?

What happened?

Amelia!

- Can I see you home, Barbara?

- No, thank you, Mayor.

I think I better go back
with Professor Walgate,

keep my mind occupied.

- Are you sure you want to?

My work can wait, you know.

- Say, Mayor!

Mayor, Ben Adams and his
wife are dead,

same as young Griselle.

- Where?

- Up at their farm.

- At the edge of the Air Base.

- But Mayor Hawkins,
you're taking

a great deal for granted.

There is absolutely no evidence

pointing to radioactive fallout

or radioactive
contamination of any kind.

Yes, we'll do everything we can,

I assure you, yes, yes,
good-bye.

In addition to our
headaches with the Pentagon,

we're now being accused

of killing off the
people in this town.

- Perhaps they'd cooperate, sir,

if we could explain more
about our antimissile program.

I mean, not the secrets,
just the--

- You know that's impossible,
Jeff.

Come in.

- It'll be rough if
the town turns against us.

- Sir, we began a
complete investigation

of the Adams' farm, but
the local constable,

a man named Gibbons, told
us to get off the place.

Said it came under his
jurisdiction,

and we had no
business being there.

- What kind of cooperation
do you call that?

- Well, they're nervous, upset.

We've got to find out
how those people died.

- Suppose you get all
of the Adams' relatives.

See if you can persuade them
to let us do an autopsy.

- Yes, sir, I'll try.

- Reassure them, promise
them anything.

But get hold of those bodies.

- I made a complete
autopsy on both cases.

Called Dr. Bradley in
to check my findings,

and our opinions concur.

It's fantastic.

On examination of the
skull of Mr. Adams,

I noticed two small
holes on the base

of the occipital region here.

They penetrated to the
medulla oblongata,

where the spinal cord
meets the brain.

I opened the skull to
investigate and found this.

- The brain, it's gone!

- Yes, sucked out like an
egg through those two holes.

That's not all.

The entire spinal
cord is missing.

- But it, it, it's incredible.

- It's as if some mental
vampire were at work.

- Where has the brain
and spinal cord gone?

- I'm a doctor, Colonel,
not a detective.

There's nothing like
this in the books.

Major Cummings had the
best explanation so far,

mental vampire.

- That's rubbish!

- Possibly some animal--

- Colonel, Colonel, I've lived

in these backwoods all my life,

and I can assure you there's
no animal in these parts

or anywhere else for that
matter that could do that.

- Maybe that guy
Gibbons was right

about the supernatural.

- Well, whatever the
explanation, we'll find it.

We must find it.

In the meantime, Doctor,

I trust I can rely on
your discretion.

- Not to tell the mayor or
the townspeople?

Of course, I've got an
overworked practice

as it is, Colonel.

= Thank you.

Dr. Warren, I want you
to get on the phone.

Consult the top
medical specialists,

wherever they are.

- Yes, sir.

- Captain, contact the
best authorities.

Tell 'em what the problem is.

Find out what they have
to say about it.

Jeff, the townsfolk know you.

Talk to 'em.

Check on anything that
seems to be extraordinary,

no matter what it is.

- Hello?

Anybody home?

Uh, Miss Griselle?

Oh, Miss Griselle, I, uh.

Great.

Look, um, Miss Griselle,

I, I'm sorry for, um,
barging in like that.

But, uh, well, I knocked
and there was no answer

and the door was open, so I.

- Make yourself
at home, Major.

I'll be out in a minute.

- Uh, thank you.

- Found something interesting?

Oh, uh, I was
just um, glancing around--

- Oh, that's all right,
Professor Walgate

was preparing these
for publication anyway.

- Oh, are you collating
his material?

- I do most of it.

He dictates on this.

I edit the tapes and prepare
the draft manuscripts.

- Hmm, some job.

- Mm, but interesting.

- The professor must
be quite a guy.

Thought control,
sibonetics, all that stuff.

- Mm, that's only half of it.

- Strange, isn't it,
finding a man like that

here in, in Winthrop?

- In these
uncivilized backwoods,

I think you were going to say.

- Well, I'm afraid so.

- Well, the explanation
is quite a simple one.

Professor Walgate had a
stroke about five years ago.

He's retired now.

- Well, he still works.

- Mm, and at odd hours.

- Odd hours?

- Mm, he thinks nothing
of starting work

at 11:00 at night and working

until the small hours
of the morning.

- You know, the mayor
mentioned that Walgate

was an authority on
psychic phenomena.

Is that still a hobby if his?

- I don't know.

If it is, he'll have
Dr. Bradley after him.

Dr. Bradley said no more
overwork or excitement.

- What about you?

- What do you mean?

- Well, don't you ever
get some time off?

- Well, sometimes.

Hello, Howard, come on in.

Oh, this is Major
Cummings from the base.

- Yeah, I know, we've met.

- Well, I guess I'll be
running along.

- Well, you've only just
been here a few minutes.

- Oh, I was just passing
on my way back to the base.

- Quite a roundabout route.

- The new airfield extension
covers a lot of ground.

- Too much for
Winthrop's liking.

- It must keep you pretty busy.

- Yes, yes, there's a lot to do.

- I'll bet there is.

- Come again?

- You found that G.I.
killer yet?

You know, you'd be far
better off hunting him down

instead of tomcatting
around here.

- I should bust you.

- Cut it out,
the both of you!

Come on!

- Sorry.

I hope I didn't break anything.

- I think you'd better leave,
Major.

You've done enough damage
for one morning.

- Good night, Sergeant.

- Oh, night, Sergeant.

- When you tell me you
haven't known me long enough.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Okay, I'll see ya later.

How do you like that?

She says we haven't been
properly introduced.

And she's a nurse.

- I hope you made out better
with the museums and stuff.

- No, not a chance.

They all think I'm crazy.

How'd you make out?

- Listen now, we've
got work to do.

- Uh-uh, you're the guy
who works after five,

remember, not me.

- Now wait a minute,
this is serious.

I want you to get me all
the information

you can on a Professor Walgate.

Everything he's ever written,
books, articles, everything.

- Now don't worry.

I'll have this guy in
junk by tomorrow night.

So long, Mayor.

- All right, fellas,
all right now.

Let's stop this nonsense.

No fancy atomic radiation
caused these deaths.

- What about the mayor,
what killed him?

- Who are you trying to fool,
Gibbons?

It's the atomic fallout.

- Yeah!
- We won't be quiet!

- Hold it, hold it, fellas,
hold it!

Someone murdered the mayor.

The same maniac that
killed Jacques Griselle,

Ben Adams, and his wife.

All right,

Gibbons, where is he?

- If you'll shut up,
I'll tell you.

- Quiet there, let him talk.

- Now, the fella we're after
is out there in the woods.

Probably some Air Base
-G.
-I that's gone wild.

Now, he can't move far
if we move fast

and I say let's stop
jabbering and get after him!

- Quiet, let's get him!

- All right, now, let's go!

Right, fellas, let's
find this guy.

Keep a sharp lookout, okay?

- Yeah, Gibbons.
- Okay, let's go.

- Excuse me, sir, this
just came in from the FBI.

- Hmm, "Walgate,
brilliant scientist,

"recluse, considered
highly eccentric."

- That old guy Walgate
sounds like a cross

between Einstein and
Robinson Crusoe, sir.

- It gets more
interesting all the time.

Okay, Sergeant, I'm going
out for a while.

Well, hello.

Nice to see you again.

- I'm very busy.

- Well, I'd like to see
the professor.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- Thank you.

- Come in.

- Professor Walgate,
Major Cummings

from the Air Base to see you.

- Sorry to barge in like this,
Professor.

- Not at all, these days
I welcome any excuse

to stop work, isn't that so,
Barbara?

Please take a chair, Major.

- Oh, thank you.

I came to see you about this
business with the mayor.

- Oh, terrible tragedy,
really terrible.

- 'Cause I need your help,
Professor.

- Anything you say,
just name it.

- Well, this is the fourth death
in the space of a few days.

Not only are they terrible
tragedies in themselves,

but they're turning the
townsfolk against us at the
base.

- It's just ignorance,
my dear fellow.

These people are simple,
one might say,

narrow in their outlook.

Of course, the very secrecy of
your activities doesn't help,

this development of radar
boosted by atomic power.

- What gave you that idea, sir?

- Well, there was a piece
in the "Atoms Journal"

about your work on reactors.

It wasn't a year ago that
I read somewhere

about the new radar patents.

Wasn't this territory's
idea for that kind of work,

I put two and two together.

- And made five?

- Shall we say four and a half?

But you don't have to worry,
Major.

What I surmise I keep to myself.

- Well, I hope so, sir.

- Let me offer you a drink,
whiskey?

- Uh, yes, please, um, straight.

- Barbara?

- Uh, no, thank you, Professor.

I'll have the last
chapter finished tomorrow.

- That's
fine, that's real progress.

I've already begun
on volume two.

- My mind is fairly buzzing

with these strange words.

- Just a few elementary
ideas on the subject, Major.

Not so advanced as
present-day developments.

- I'll transcribe these
while you talk, excuse me.

- That business with
her brother,

she was devoted to him.

- Yes, it was a tough break.

- I don't want to seem morbid,

but did you see his face
after he died?

- Yes.

- What was it like?

I have a reason for asking.

- Well, it was an expression
of complete horror.

Fright, almost insane, I guess.

- What is it?

- Did you get him?
- What gives?

- Okay, fellas, okay, okay.

- Was it him?

- No, just a false alarm,
that's all.

- As you said yourself, sir,

the people here are
simple and superstitious.

Maybe they're not so
wrong after all.

- What do you mean?

- Mm, about the supernatural.

Something unreal, something
never seen by anyone before.

- I can't accept that.

I've always disproved
such theories.

- What is it, then?

- Nothing supernatural,
I'm sure.

I can't believe that,
I'm a scientist.

- You've made a study of
psychic phenomena, haven't you?

- I tell you, it can't
be that, it can't be!

- Professor, you know
what Dr. Bradley said.

Was it absolutely necessary
to upset the professor?

- It's nothing, nothing,
Barbara.

The Major and I were just having
a quiet talk, I got dizzy.

- Well, your quiet little
talk is over, Major.

First Howard Gibbons, now
the professor.

Do you have to go around
making trouble?

- You really believe that,
don't you?

- Well, I can believe my eyes.

- I'm sorry, Professor, I
didn't mean to disturb you.

- No, not at all.

Forgive me if I don't rise.

- Yes, certainly.

Excuse me.

- It's me, it's Frank!

- Have you finished
searching the quarry yet?

- Yeah, and the
men are tired.

They wanna go home.

- But they can't quit now!

We've almost reached
the Air Base.

- Well, you better tell 'em.

They won't listen to me.

- Okay, fellas, you
spread out again.

We'll join up at the Adams'
fence.

Say, you hear something?

- Yeah, funny sound.

- You take that path,
and I'll take this one.

If you see anything, shout.

- You said not to let
each other out of sight.

- These paths run almost
parallel to each other.

We'll meet up a ways anyway.

- The dawn's
beginning to come up.

Let's wait a little,
we'll see better then.

- Oh, we're close to the
end, now come on, boy.

Go on, fella, you take that way.

- Gibbons, Gibbons!

Where are you?

Gibbons!

Where the heck are you?

Gibbons!

Gibbons, Gibbons, where are you?

Gibbons, Gibbons!

Gibbons!

- I think you should
go home, Mrs. Gibbons.

- No, I'm all right, Doctor.

I'll wait here for my boy.

- Don't worry, we'll find him.

- Oh, where's Howard,
where is he?

- We've searched everywhere.

- Yeah, he just disappeared.

- Oh, I don't believe
it, he must be there.

I'm gonna look for him myself.

- You can't go in the
woods alone.

- Oh, but I gotta find him.

I've got to find my boy!

- Oh, you'd better see
that she gets home.

Get your wife to look after her.

Have you searched the
woods thoroughly?

- We kept calling for him.

If Gibbons is out there
and still alive,

he would've heard us.

- No point in
searching any more.

I reckon we ought to
call a council meeting

and decide what we're
going to do.

- Yeah, what about it, Bradley?

- Well, let's get Melville.

He's the Deputy Mayor.

I suppose it's up to him.

- Oh, that's a good idea.

Don't you think?

- Yeah.

- Good evening.

Everyone quiet, please.

Now, you all know
why we're here.

We've had four deaths,

and now our constable
has disappeared.

The cause of these
deaths is still unknown.

Everybody seems to have
their own ideas,

and they all seem connected
with the new Air Base.

- Now you're talking.

- For this reason, I've
asked Major Cummings

to this meeting, he's
gonna help us

in any way he possibly can.

That goes for his commanding
officer, Colonel Butler,

who is very concerned
about what's happened.

- Cut out the soft soap,
Melville.

Let's get down to brass tacks.

- All I know is, before
this Air Base came here,

we were doing fine, now you
and these Air Force fellows

tell us that it's not
radiation at all.

Well, maybe you're
right at that.

I don't know.

But forgetting about the deaths,

how do you explain the
change in quality

of the cows' milk, even
the quantity?

Let the major tell
me about that.

- Go ahead, Major.

- Well, no one can make
anyone believe something

if they don't want
to believe it.

But it has been positively
proven that there is

no radiation affecting
anyone in Winthrop.

- Mm.

- Not even the cows.

As for the milk, I don't
know enough about farming,

but I would assume--
- Griselle did.

He knew his business.

- And so do I.

It was the noise of the jets
that did it, nothing more.

It frightened the herd.

But I can tell you that
the herd is normal again.

They've got used to it.

- Thank you.

As for the deaths,
gentlemen, we are equally

at a loss to give an answer,
and equally disturbed.

Now, there's been some talk
of a mad G.I. on the prowl.

Well this, I can assure you,
is not true.

We've checked and
rechecked our personnel.

We know how you feel, but
we're trying to protect

our countries from a
guided missile attack.

If you'd only help us
instead of fighting us.

- Ah, it's all a waste of time.

- Let's get rid of the base.

We had no trouble before
they came here.

We'll have no trouble
after they leave.

- Well, I think that's
rather a foolish--

- Gibbons!

- It was terrible, Jeff.

What could have happened to him?

- I don't know.

- Would you like a drink?

- No, no, thanks.

Barbara, I think
Professor Walgate

is involved in these deaths.

- I don't understand.

- Neither do I, maybe
it's just a hunch,

but his background,
his training.

- Oh, Jeff!

- Look, Barbara, I've
checked on Walgate.

This research of his,
somehow I think it ties in

with what's happened
in Winthrop.

- Oh, that's crazy.

- Is it?

Mind if I borrow this?

- Where are you going?

- I'd like to take a
look at your cemetery.

Hey!

Hey, anybody out there?

I'm locked in here!

Hey, hey!

- Any word yet from
Major Cummings?

- Not a thing yet, sir.

- Well, keep trying.

- Hello?

- Hello, Miss Griselle,
this is Captain Chester.

I've been trying to locate
Major Cummings.

Well, he left here about 7:30.

- Well, did he
say where he was going?

- Yes, he borrowed a
flashlight from me

and said something about
going to the cemetery.

- Look, I don't like
the sound of all this.

You wait there, I'll be
over right away.

Are you sure this is the place?

- Oh, this is the
place all right.

Hey, listen.

- Huh?

- Listen.

- I don't hear anything.

Now wait a minute.

Over this way.

There's someone
inside all right.

It's jammed, here, hold this.

- Oh, hurry, come on!

- Hold the
flashlight closer.

It's coming.

Here he is!

- Jeff, Jeff!

- There's no air in here.

Keep the door open.

He'll be all right,
now just relax.

- Jeff, Jeff, it's me, Barbara.

Are you all right?

- Barbara.

- Yeah, you're not dreaming,
buddy, it's Barbara.

- I was locked in, no air,
and I.

- Take it easy now.

- We need--
- Come on, we'll get going,

we'll get you back

to the base.
- Wait,

just got under his arm.

- No, I, I gotta see Walgate.

- You're in no shape
to see anybody.

- I've got to see Walgate.

- Come in.

- Good evening.

- Major Cummings, oh, Barbara.

- It's very late, I hope
you don't mind, sir.

- Oh, on the contrary,
I'm glad to see you.

Sit down, won't you?

- We, uh, we missed you at
the town council meeting.

- I saw Gibbons afterwards.

His mind was gone
completely mad.

It was dreadful.

- I was hoping maybe
you could help us, sir.

- Me, how, how could I help you?

- You're an atomic expert.

- Who told you that?

- Our files in Washington.

- Have you been checking on me?

- Yes.

- Oh.

- Here, would you, um,

would you care for a cigarette,
Professor?

- No, thanks, I'm
attached to my pipe.

- Uh, Professor, I read
one of your books

on the
materialization of thought.

You denied that it was possible,

but the thought was intriguing.

Yes, if it could be done, why,

man could create
power by thought.

He could will a door to open.

He could perform useful work

without moving from this chair.

Practically anything.

- I said it was impossible,
didn't I?

- Is it?

Perhaps with atomic
power it could be done.

- Oh, please, I'm
tired and sick.

Stop badgering me, please.

- I will if you'll answer
me a few questions.

- Jeff!

- I'm sorry, but I've
got to go on.

What were you doing in the
cemetery tonight, Professor?

Were you, um, looking for this?

- I didn't mean to shut you in,

close the door on you.

I was frightened when
I heard you.

I only wanted time to get away.

I only realized later that
you might be shut, trapped.

I called Barbara, but she--
- If she hadn't rescued me,

I wouldn't be alive.

- Jeff!

- What were you doing there,
Professor?

- I had to examine the
mayor's body.

I had to find out the truth.

- What was that?

- Professor,

what's the matter?
- Professor,

what's the matter?

- Here, sit back.

- Professor, can you hear me?

- It's a terrible story.

Shut down your atomic
plant radar.

- Call Dr. Bradley right away.

I'm going back to the base.

- Jeff, be careful.

I'm afraid.

- I'll be back right away.

I'd try that again when I
have more time.

- But the thing's fantastic.

You can't shut down a
whole atomic power plant

on such a wild theory.

- Oh, you can't deny the facts,
sir.

Griselle, the Adams' couple,
the mayor.

They all died a few minutes

after the peak of our
radar tests,

right after our atomic plant
was operating under full power.

- But it'll take months to
get the plant operating again.

- Well, that's better
than risking

any more lives or
madmen like Gibbons.

- Okay, let's put it on ice.

- How soon will you be ready,
Pete?

- We'll shut her down
in five minutes.

- The rods are all smashed!

- What happened?

- I don't know, we just
found the all broken.

- We'll never be able
to shut her down now.

- What about spares?

- You know how we put
this place together, Jeff.

We have no extras of anything.

- Well, there must be some way

of controlling the reaction.

- Without the rods, we
don't stand a chance.

- The nearest supply would
be at the Hanford Works

on the Columbia River.

How soon can we get a
shipment flown in here?

- Four to six hours if
you phone right now.

- Get me the Hanford Works

on the Columbia
River right away.

- Well, Doc, how is he?

- Oh, there's no question.

It's another attack, a little
more serious than the last.

- He'll be all right?

- Oh, sure, sure, sure.

See he gets plenty of rest.

Call me if there's any change.

For goodness sake, get somebody
out here to stay with you.

- Jeff, Major Cummings
said he'll be back soon.

- Jeff, Major Cummings?

Mm-hmm.

- Obviously, those rods
were destroyed.

How and for what reason
we don't know.

But we do know that
we're in trouble up here.

Serious trouble.

Hello, yes, put her through.

It's for you, Jeff,
Barbara Griselle.

- Thank you, hello, Barbara.

Okay, good, we'll be right over.

Right, bye.

Walgate's regained
consciousness.

I think we better get over
there right away, sir.

- Right.

- Al, we better get
some sidearms.

- Check.

- Kasper, get hold of Dr.
Bradley and Melville right away.

Have 'em meet us at
Walgate's house.

- I should feel better after
I've told you everything.

Maybe you can help me to clear
up this ghastly business.

But no matter what you do to me,

remember those horrible
deaths were beyond my control.

- Go on, Professor.

- For many years now, I
have been working

on a theory of thought
materialization.

The entire apparatus to give it

the required boost is in
my laboratory.

- Laboratory?

I didn't know you had one.

- There are many things
you didn't know, my child.

If you had, you'd never
have come here again.

You can see it later.

I knew I could never succeed
on the principles of telepathy.

I needed to stimulate my brain

to the extent that I
could detach thought

from my conscious, to give it
a separate entity of its own.

I concentrated on the
simplest experiment,

to turn the page of a book.

I designed an
instrument to create

a sudden and powerful
electrical boost

to help me free my thought.

But each application
of the electric charge

created a shock almost
equal to electrocution.

It made me ill.

Dr. Bradley
diagnosed exhaustion.

He thought my illness
was caused by overwork

in getting my papers
ready for publication.

He introduced me to
Barbara Griselle.

With Barbara as my secretary,
I was able

to satisfy my publisher
and continue my experiments

to materialize thought.

For a long time, I persisted
in this one experiment

without success until one night.

The lightning, in
striking the house,

gave my instruments a sudden
violent charge of power.

And my thought was free, free
to turn the page of a book.

I altered the design
of my equipment

to generate these
violent power boosts.

But it was very dangerous,

and I could only undergo
each experiment

after a long period of rest.

Whenever I felt well
enough to absorb the shock,

I found no difficulty
in moving small objects.

Eventually, I developed
a certain tolerance

to the high voltages I used.

But what I really needed
for regular experiments was

a new form of power,
something that was smoother,

something that would
flow through

my brain without
causing collapse.

The new atomic plant
at the Air Base

provided me with this power.

I devised additional
apparatus that enabled me

to divert a portion of
the atomic power

that was radiating
between the ground station

and the radar aircraft
circling 40,000 feet above.

It was power which I
could control,

and I learned how to amplify

my thoughts without
hurting myself.

I was able to detach my thoughts

and allow them to work
on their own.

I began to devise a being
into which the thought,

once released, could
enter and preserve itself

for all humanity.

I envisaged something akin

to the human brain with
life and mobility,

but without the
limitations of man's body.

I concentrated my entire
thought on its creation.

I succeeded!

But, like thought
itself, it was invisible.

That night I entered
my laboratory

to take advantage of
a radar test

only to find the
place in shambles,

my equipment wrecked
beyond repair.

All of my notes about
its creation

and how I thought it could
be controlled were destroyed.

I knew now that I had
created a fiend.

There was no other explanation.

I was helpless, but
whom could I tell?

Who would believe such a
fantastic story?

I could sense the
presence of the fiend

there in the room with me,

growing more powerful
with each succeeding day.

My one desire was to
destroy the thing,

but I possessed no means of
projecting my thought to do so.

Then I could hear it.

Was it possible that
there were more than one?

I was unable to stop them.

They were now drawing power
from the atomic station.

Its intelligence had expanded.

It now knew how to
make its escape.

And then followed these
horrible deaths

and Gibbons' madness.

I had to know what I had done.

I had to see one of the bodies.

I went to the mayor's tomb.

I now know that I have
created a mental vampire,

a fiend that needs to
drain the intellect

to survive and multiply.

- I'll get it.

- Supposing you're right,
Professor, how does it live?

- How else but in the
brains and nerve centers

removed from these dead people?

- Then where are they and
why can't we see them?

This is nonsense.

- We're facing a new form of
life that nobody understands.

I believe it feeds on
the radiation

from your atomic plant and
that it's evil.

- Professor, it's my
opinion that the evil's

all in your mind, you're in
need of medical assistance.

Ah, Doctor, I'm glad to
see you're here.

This man's become a
raving lunatic.

- Hey, what's going
on out there?

Hey, look!

- Hello, hello!

Professor, what's wrong
with your telephone?

- Nothing should be the matter,

unless they've got enough
intelligence to cut the lines.

- Jeff, I want you to
get over to the Air Base.

I want emergency patrols.

- He's dead!

- Al, give me a hand with this.

Hey quick, barricade
that window!

- Professor, we got anything
we can nail across that window?

- There's some lumber in
my laboratory.

- I've gotta get out!

I've gotta get out of here!
- Oh, pull yourself together

and help me with this!

Well, at least lock the door!

Oh, never mind!

- Hey, Captain, give me a hand.

- Yes, sir.

- If we'd only see them,
we'd know what to do.

- Is there any way to
make them visible?

- Not that I know.

Unless it's a question
of the amount

of atomic radiation
that's available.

- Hello, hello, Kasper?

Kasper, I wanna talk
to the Colonel.

Hello, hello, Kasper,
are you there?

Hello, hello?

- I've gotta get out of here,
I tell you!

- Oh, no, no.

Melville, Melville, no, no.

Get back, get back.

Melville, Melville,
get a grip on yourself.

Get ahold of yourself.

- But I.

- Why are they so quiet?

Maybe they're gonna
leave us alone.

- I doubt it.

But they've just put
out a burst of energy.

Perhaps they need to rest.

Colonel Butler?
- Yes?

- How long does it take to
shut down your atomic plant?

- Why?

- If my theory is right,
then without the radiation

of which I was speaking,
these things must die.

- Good grief!

- What is it, what do you see?

Let me through!

- Hey, Jeff, Professor,
they're becoming visible!

- Someone or something
must have increased

the power at the atomic plant.

What have I unleashed?

- It's ghastly, it's horrible!

- Oh, you can say that again.

- It all ties up

with what Dr. Warren
explained to us, sir.

Look carefully.

Al, get those sidearms.

- I'm sure it's the
atomic plant.

So long as it goes on,
they will multiply,

getting stronger and stronger.

- Yeah, well, we'll
see about that.

- Well, anyway, they're mortal.

Hold it, you'll hit him!

- He's dead.

- We've got to stop 'em!

shut down your atomic plant.

Unless we shut off the
radiation,
we'll all be destroyed,

and heaven knows how
many others.

- Well, sir, there's a
dynamite shed

between here and the plant.

If I can get through, I can
blow up the control room.

- Well, if that's the way
it's got to be.

- I'm afraid it is.

- Jeff!

Must it be you, Jeff?

- Yeah, I, I know the control
room layout, they don't.

- Be careful, Jeff, please.

- Yeah, I will.

And be sure and lock this door.

- He can't go alone.

He won't last a minute
amongst those fiends.

- It's too late, Professor.

Anyway, somebody had
to get through.

- Then cover him as he
leaves the house.

And shoot straight,
don't waste a shot.

- Do you see him?
- No, not yet.

- You can't, Professor,
you can't!

- It's suicide!

- They're my creation,
perhaps I can control them,

give Jeff a chance,
lock it after me.

- No!

- That
was a brave man.

- But Jeff, what's gonna
happen to Jeff?

- Take it easy now.

I know that guy and if anybody
can get through, he can.

- Oh, it's been so long
since Jeff left.

- Don't even think about it.

- It's so quiet, I wonder
what they're up to.

- Colonel, we're almost
out of ammunition.

- Well, Captain,
let's get started.

Doc, I'll send you
some help over

as soon as I get over
to the Air Base.

- Thanks, Colonel.

- What about Jeff?

He's been gone for hours.

Jeff!

Jeff!

I thought that--

- It's okay, honey,
it's all over.

- Well, Major, I'm
leaving you in charge.

Report back when you have
the situation well in hand.

- Good luck, Jeff.

- Thanks, boy.

Well, Doc, I hope now that
we got this thing licked,

you'll encourage your
people to cooperate with us.

- Well, I reckon we owe
it to you, Major.

And it strikes me you are
setting a very good example.