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Vino, bartender.

Seaweed will mark his arrival.

Whose?

Leviathan.

Cower before his coming, do you hear?

From out of the vasty deep the mighty leviathan will rise

to visit upon transgressors

the terrible judgment of the sea.

Hey, I told you don't do that again. Get out!

even a Cassandra must live.

Hey.

What was that all about?

Local fixture.

Seagoing evangelist type, name of Daniel.

Why all the gloom around here?

Well, most of this town are members

of the Portuguese fishing colony.

Naval authorities in the area have forbidden them

to go out on the water. Things have gotten very tough for them.

Well, maybe that's why Bartlett wanted to meet us here.

I don't know. I've never known Dave to be this upset before.

Claims he couldn't even tell the admiral

what he discovered till after he talked with us.

Well, we'll know for sure soon. He's here.

Hiya, Dave. Hi, Jim.

Gee, thanks a lot for meeting me.

Where's Artie?

Right here, Dave, under all this alfalfa.

Good old Artie.

Listen, I'm sorry for all the secrecy,

but it got to the point where I can't trust anybody anymore.

Come on, relax, Dave. You're among friends now.

Yeah, what's this all about?

I'll have to tell you quickly.

There isn't much time.

It may sound weird to you,

like... Like a nightmare,

but you must believe that it's not something

I imagined or dreamed.

There's less time than I thought.

You know those men, Dave?

No. They've been following me for days now.

Listen, there's a jetty in back of this place.

Give me five minutes.

I'll walk out with you.

Think that was five minutes?

Yeah.

Let's go.

What is that?

Frankly, gentlemen,

Lieutenant Bartlett was an undisciplined young idiot.

He also happened to be a friend of ours.

I'm aware of that.

I'm also aware that he went way out of channels

when he went to see you.

Now, I don't know what deep dark secret he had in mind,

but I can tell you, if I were the admiral...

I am Admiral Hammond.

You're from the secret service, I understand.

Yes, sir. James West here,

and my colleague and partner, Artemus Gordon.

Gordon. Admiral.

Now, you've met my aide, Commander Beech.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Now, then,

tell me why Lieutenant Bartlett sent for you.

Afraid we don't know that, admiral.

He was murdered before we could find out.

Well, I hardly think murder is an accurate description

of what happened to Lieutenant Bartlett.

What do you mean by that, sir?

I mean a kraken.

The fantastic monster that lives in perpetual darkness

miles below the ocean's surface,

in constant cold under tremendous pressure.

As strange and alien a creature

as you'd properly expect to find

on the dark side of the planet Uranus.

Kraken. A giant squid?

Let there be no doubt about it, gentlemen,

as a result of some convulsive disturbance

in its natural habitat,

the giant squid has been forced

to the surface waters of Crown Point,

and is now visually engaged in a killing spree.

During the past two weeks,

three Portuguese fishermen have been torn from their boats,

their boats smashed to kindling.

That's why you ordered the ban on fishing.

Well, there are three Portuguese fishermen

and a naval lieutenant now, sir.

What do you intend to do about it, sir?

I've ordered a top-level oceanographic commission

to be convened here

to investigate, advise,

and suggest the best way

to dispose of this fantastic creature that...

Charles.

I was sure you were alone.

It's quite all right, my dear.

Mr. Gordon, Mr. West, my wife.

How do you do? How do you do, Mrs. Hammond?

Morning, Commander Beech.

Don't forget you promised to take me riding after lunch.

Of course, Mrs. Hammond.

Sir, if I may remind you about your staff meeting.

Call it to order, Beech. I'll be there presently.

Yes, sir.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

What a dreadful, horrible creature.

You know, I don't think I'll ever

get used to the sight of it.

Mr. West, Mr. Gordon,

will you be staying for lunch?

I'm afraid that's impossible, Mrs. Hammond, thank you.

The admiral's busy, I tell you.

You can't see him. I must see him now!

Sorry, sir. There was no stopping him.

It's all right.

Gentlemen, meet Jos� Aguila.

He speaks for the fishermen in the area.

What do you want, Jos�?

Se�or, I have come to ask you once more to lift the ban.

When you told us to stop fishing,

you said it would be one week.

Already now it has been more than one month.

We must fish to earn money to buy food.

My children are hungry.

Better they cry for food

than for a dead father, Jos�.

Then you refuse to lift the ban?

I'm sorry.

You must try to understand my position.

I understand only one thing, se�or:

With all this talk,

I must fish to earn money to buy food.

One way or the other, I will do it.

Sounds like he means that, admiral.

I'm afraid he does.

I think for his own sake, we'd better arrest him.

Lieutenant, you'd better bring him in.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, I have a staff meeting.

You will have to excuse me.

Of course. My dear.

If, you'll excuse us, Mrs. Hammond.

Yes. We'll be on our way.

Bye.

Artie, I wonder if that fisherman

believes in giant squid.

Good hunting.

While you talk to him, I think I'll drop around

and take a look at Dave Bartlett's quarters?

All right.

Buenas noches.

buenas noches. vino, por favor.

Por no.

I'm looking for a man named Aguila.

No entiendo, ingl�s. S� nada ingl�s.

Yeah, I know you don't understand a word of English,

but when you see Aguila,

tell him James West is looking for him.

No s� nada ingl�s.

Why are you look for Aguila?

Otro vino, por favor.

You must be looking for trouble.

No, I was looking for you.

We do not like government men around here nowadays.

Admiral Hammond's ordered your arrest,

but I wanted to talk to you first. Salud.

Yeah, I think you are maybe too late, se�or.

Hey, if they were not government men,

I would give them a good fight.

But I have too much respect for these weary bones.

Why you look so funny?

Is it you they are after or me?

I think they're after both of us.

Unless they've reissued Civil War uniforms,

those sailors are as phony as $9 bills.

You guys are coming with us, one way or another.

Hey, a good fight like this works up a good thirst?

I hate to ask you to drink and run,

but the real U.S. Navy's after you.

Now, why would Dave hide a key in his own quarters?

Unless he was sure somebody was going to come after it.

I'll take that key, mate.

Key? What key?

The key you just found. Hand it over.

You mean this one?

Here you are.

Hey.

Se�or, you are a good man.

I want to thank you very much for a most beautiful evening.

Now I must go find the boat.

Wait a minute.

We're going back to the naval authority,

this time the real article.

Ha! And turn myself in?

No, thank you.

Now, wait a minute...

I don't care what the admiral say. I go fishing.

Then, from out of the vasty deep,

the mighty leviathan shall rise!

Will lay the weight of his terrible judgment

upon all who shall be found wanting,

upon all...

The Good Samaritan,

the one who saw my need and had compassion.

Aye.

Have need again.

When will the, leviathan arrive again?

Soon, and from out yonder.

From out yonder the mighty leviathan will rise.

It will rise to settle the score

of all whose sins and transgressions

cry loud for retribution.

The mighty leviathan, I tell you, will rise!

Aguila!

He will rise. Adi�s, se�or.

See you tomorrow.

You want to fish, right?

I still want to talk. Now, let's talk.

Your pleasure.

Well, se�or,

now it is time to fish.

Dios.

What was that?

I do not know.

We are in many fathoms of water.

It's a new kind of diving helmet for deep-water work.

Really something, isn't it?

Help me off with that.

Thank you, Jim.

Okay, we can set it right here.

Okay.

I tell you, it's remarkable.

Completely self-sufficient,

self-contained filtered air flow

attached to two oxygen tanks.

I tell you, that Dave really built himself

a hunk of diving apparatus.

Do you have any idea why he went to so much trouble

to keep it a secret?

I don't know.

He must have been onto something, that's for sure.

Artie, I think this is what he was onto.

This?

It's just a piece of gutta-percha.

Vulcanized rubber around a hollow core, that's all.

I cut it off the tentacle that got Aguila.

Boy.

That really blows a hole in Admiral Hammond's theory

about undersea monsters, doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

I'm gonna be very anxious

to see the admiral's reaction to that.

This?

But it's... Yes, sir.

It's made of gutta-percha.

Has a hollow core, as you can see.

Probably operates on some kind of compressed air

or hydraulic system.

In either case, a very efficient instrument for murder.

With the admiral's permission,

we've only got their word

for this ridiculous story, sir.

At ease, commander.

That will be all.

Yes, sir.

What's this all about?

Can you tell me?

We don't know, sir.

All we know is someone made a kraken's tentacle.

Which not only looks like the real thing,

but, operated from below,

can reach up and kill like the real thing.

There must be some reason for all this

beyond the killing of fishermen.

Just read this.

"Admiral of the fleet Farragut arriving in your area July 27."

That's tomorrow, sir.

"Board U.S.S. Missouri

to conduct inspection tour of area."

The Missouri.

That's our new ironclad.

Our greatest piece of naval architecture

and as a target, the biggest prize of them all.

You're gonna have to stop them, sir.

Sir?

Bradley, take a signal.

"To admiral of the fleet Farragut,

"urge you to change itinerary to avoid Crown Point.

Possibility security has been compromised."

Bradley, I want you personally to deliver that signal

to the communication center.

Clear? Yes, sir.

I've brought you some port, dear.

And I'm commandeering Mr. West.

I insist on showing off our prize daisies.

Consider yourself commandeered, Mr. West.

My pleasure.

Mrs. Hammond.

Well, it's not generally known,

but I... I'm called Dolores.

Mrs. Hammond, is there something that you'd like to tell me?

Well, you'll think I'm being silly.

I suppose it... It's nothing definite.

It... It's nothing I can really put my finger on,

but for the past few days,

I've had this terrible feeling of impending doom.

Something terrible about to happen.

And not only that, I... I know Charles

has the same feeling, and...

Though he'd never admit it to me in a thousand years.

I find myself quite distressed by all this.

I'm beginning to believe that I may know the key

to all this mystery.

Yes, sir?

There's something I want to show you and Mr. West.

Until now, I didn't think it could've had any connection.

Admiral!

Artie, what happened here?

Somebody booby-trapped that bottle.

Help him!

Somebody help him! Put this fire out!

Please! Please, help him!

No! No!

Take care of the admiral.

Just before the explosion,

he said he thought he had a key to the whole thing.

Like what?

He said he wanted to show us something.

I got a feeling I know what it was.

Hey, Artie. Now try it.

Hi, Jim. Did you see her?

No, Artie. She's still under heavy sedation.

Doctor says she won't come out of it for a couple of hours.

We still don't know who rigged the explosion.

Go ahead, Artie.

Well, now, we're both agreed that this is a model

of something that actually exists.

And we should do an on-the-spot investigation. Agreed.

I am firmly convinced that this has to be

an underwater installation of some kind.

First of all, the air lock in that low-level conduit,

the massive structure of the sphere

make that perfectly clear. Agreed?

Right.

So that this is, in essence, nothing more

than a bubble of air trapped beneath the surface of the sea.

In which case, that has to be a conduit

leading down to the bubble from some fixed shore installation.

Puzzle: Find the shore installation.

I've been doing some thinking about that too

and I remembered something that I paid no attention to at all

at the time it happened.

Remember that saloon, on the wharf where we met Dave?

Yeah. I remember. The Mermaid.

Yeah. Well, during the fracas,

I landed against a portion of the wall there

through which I felt heavy vibration and pounding.

Like a big compressor?

Exactly. The kind of compressor

that would be essential to maintain the oxygen level

of a large underwater installation.

I think it'd be very rewarding if I went back to the Mermaid

and did a little nosing around.

Good idea, Artie.

This, This is gonna be my target, Artie.

Through the submarine air lock.

Wait a minute. What are you talking about, Jim?

That has to be 100 feet beneath the surface of the sea.

That's about what I figure.

Well, you haven't any idea

where to place the exact position of that thing.

I think I do, Artie.

Rough guess:

The water level at the Mermaid Tavern,

about, 40 feet?

Right. I'm with you so far.

Which means that this, represents

a scaled-down length of the conduit.

Gotcha.

So that if we convert inches

to feet,

we could place the position of that second conduit

right about there.

Which, by an odd coincidence,

is where the phony kraken tentacle got Aguila.

Artie, I'll bet you that's where our bubble is.

Listen, you're probably right, Jim,

but how do you propose to get down there?

That's over 90 feet below sea level.

You can't get down there and stay alive.

Artie, you estimated that this oxygen tank

would last, 12 to 14 minutes, right?

You're talking about Dave's experimental diving helmet?

We don't even know whether that thing works.

Artie, you... You know as well as I do

there's no time like the present to find out.

There you go, Jim.

If I'm not there on time, you start without me.

Right.

It's all set.

Commander.

Poor Commander Beech.

True to Charles to the end.

Even after Charles died?

Poor Charles.

Truly brilliant mind, but not enough ambition.

And, of course, you have ambition enough for two.

More than you can possibly imagine.

No, I... I think I can.

This is, the admiral's, design, of course.

Of course.

His "underwater military fortress,"

as he used to describe it to me in our warm intimate moments.

Why was it necessary to kill him?

Why was it necessary to kill poor Charles?

Because the fool was about to reveal

the secret of the installation.

We're much better off without him

and the inquisitive Commander Beech.

He would have been pleased, really...

Flattered, even, to have seen his sketches come to life.

But I fear he would have objected strongly to our use

of his underwater missile.

Underwater missile?

You didn't know about that?

Michael. James. Johnson.

This is a self-propelled missile

with a rather unique aiming device.

A powerful magnet inside the nose.

It seeks out

and finds metal ships.

Like an ironclad, for instance. But why?

Dolores and I are in the process of making a sale

of the design of the fortress of the admiral's,

but, we promised the purchasers

a very convincing demonstration of the fortress' military value.

Like sinking a ship, I suppose?

The Missouri?

Better than that.

Complete with Admiral Farragut himself.

It's too bad that there's been a change of plans.

You mean the telegram

advising Farragut to cancel his plans,

the one we intercepted.

"To admiral of the fleet Farragut,

suggest you cancel plan to visit Crown Point."

well, but that's enough of that.

Tie him up.

Okay.

I'm ready to go to work.

So go to work.

Why, you thundering fool.

I'm here to fix the compressor.

What compressor?

Listen, you want to play hanky-panky games with me,

that's all right with me.

I'll turn right around and walk out of here.

So help me. I don't care whether that compressor

burns out its bearings or not.

Now do I go to work or don't I?

No one tells me nothing around here.

They send someone out to fix the machinery,

why don't they tell me about it?

He's using me for a patsy. That's all I'm doing.

Hey, what are you doing in here, anyway?

No one's supposed to be in here.

It used to work beautifully.

One naval lieutenant and four Portuguese fisherman.

That's not a bad catch for your kraken.

Until you had to puncture it with all those bullet holes,

not to mention the horrible things

you did to it with your knife.

The idea was to frighten the fishermen out of the area,

wasn't it?

And I don't think we could ever have gotten

this darling fortress built without it.

It's time, Dolores.

I think you're going to enjoy

what's now about to happen, West.

Prepare missile for surfacing.

Flood the chambers.

Twenty seconds to release.

Five seconds to release.

Fire the missile!

Fire the missile!

Get him! Catch him!

Jim!

Clear out!

I'm gonna go out and stop that mine, Artie.

Good. I'll get her.

"At this angle and depth, the stress on the beam at this point

would be 300 pounds per square inch."

All right.

"Now, if we were to extrapolate a compound curve

on the structure here..."

The structure here? Where's here?

I tell you, there must still be some books of Admiral Hammond's

I haven't been able to find yet.

All the information is here, but there are no diagrams

of the structure of that underseas dome.

I've never seen that book. Anything in it?

No, no, Artie.

Well, what is it?

It's just a book that someone gave me.

Really? Who was that?

You remember, the millionaire Irving Moore?

Well, yeah. The playboy millionaire

who got married last week? Of course.

He sent his invitation to us, didn't he?

Yeah. Well, he... He sent this book

along with the invitation.

That,

that book wouldn't by any chance happen to have

the names of, any of his past dates, would it?

No.

Some of the girls he used to go out with, maybe?

Well, maybe a few.

May I see it, please?

Artie, look at all the books you own.

This is the only one I own.

I tell you what I'll do.

I'll trade you for it.

How about a book on underseas installations?

No.

How about a book on diving equipment?

How about a book on how you'll live to regret it

if you don't let me see that book?

You dog.