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[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

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[music continues]

[leaves rustling]

Hey. Come and look down here.

'Come on, quickly.'

I've located the main channel.

It runs straight for 40 feet

before branching off
to the left and right.

- Which way then?
- The left seems to pinch off.

- I'd say the right.
- You'll need the pitons, Bill.

Let's not waste time.
Let's go in.

I'll go first. Main channel.
Come on, Cliff.

How goes it, Cliff?

Alright. I've reached
the bottom of my section.

I'm trying to find a...okay.

'Look, there's a bend here.'

'Yeah, but it's wide enough
for me, okay?'

'I'm going through it.'

[stones clattering]

Hey, somebody having fun?

Okay, I'm down.

- 'It's about a 20-foot drop.'
- I'll be right with you.

[clanking]

[dramatic music]

- Wow.
- I never expected this.

This is a breathing cave.

No footprints.

We could be the first
humans down here.

- Yeah. Let's look around.
- But watch it.

[music continues]

- I'm afraid it's a dead cave.
- Shut up.

[water dripping]

Listen.

Water.

Could be a deep
underground stream.

Possibly a branch
of the river.

Must run under this
range somewhere.

- I wonder what's behind there?
- One way to find out.

I'm gonna have a look.

Well, there's headroom
enough here

but...the roof might
slope down further on.

Yeah...I wouldn't chance it.

Oh, don't worry about it.
I'll only go as far as I can.

'I wanna see where
the water leads to.'

I don't know about
you, but I think

this seems like a job
for the subaqua boys.

Don't let them in on this.

We discovered it,
but they'd get the credit.

Not this time.

[splash]

Hey.

- Cold?
- It's like ice.

Probably fed by
subterranean glacial waters.

- Give me the torch.
- Here, take mine.

Well, here goes.

Hey, do you realize Bill could
carve his name among explorers?

Be the first to
find a new channel.

He's got a good chance to make
history, we could be part of it.

Don't get carried away.
You're both crazy.

Well, how about you then,
Malcolm? You led the way.

I'll admit, I'm curious.
But I'm not joining in.

I know when to stop.
Only a blind fool would go--

If that's how you feel, from now
on, it's Bill and me, alright?

Alright. Go ahead,
it's your funeral.

[splash]

- Here. Take the torch.
- Right.

Okay so far.

I think I'm through.

[dramatic music]

I can't see everything
with this torch

but what I do,
it looks terrific.

[water sloshing]

[instrumental music]

It wouldn't surprise me
if we were the very first.

I'm getting chills
down my spine.

[music continues]

[clattering]

[dramatic music]

[water sloshing]

[music continues]

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[thud]

[screaming continues]

(Cliff)
'Bill!'

Bill!

'Bill!'

[dramatic music]

Oh, God!

Bill. Cliff, what's
the matter? What's wrong?

[water sloshing]

Malcolm!

- What happened?
- We gotta get out of here.

- Where's Bill?
- He's dead, he's dead.

- 'Dr. Selbourne.'
- Ah, inspector.

I'd like to speak
to Dr. Brockton.

- Now. It's important.
- Yes, of course.

Dr. Brockton,
Inspector Greenham is here.

He wants to talk to you.
It's urgent.

'I'll see him at once
in my office, Dr. Selbourne.'

You know the way, inspector.

[knocking]

Come in, inspector.

Dr. Brockton, it is imperative
that I talk to your patient.

I'm afraid I can't permit
that. He's under sedation.

With one man dead and a man
wounded, you've got to help.

Believe me, inspector

I am not trying to hamper
your investigation.

If possible...I'm even more
interested than you

in everything
you can find.

In that case, I'd advise
you to cooperate.

'To the fullest.'

May I suggest something?

Why don't you talk to his
friend, Malcolm Travers?

He was the leader
of this freelance expedition.

'He was there at the
time of the accident.'

Very well.

Dr. Selbourne, would
you please ask Mr. Travers

to come into my office?

Has the coroner's report
come through?

Not yet.

Dr. Brockton, would you please
have a look at Cliff right away?

Malcolm, Inspector Greenham

would like to ask
you some questions.

[breathing heavily]

[door opens]

I've just given him
another injection, doctor.

That's fine, Cleo.
I'll look after him.

Yes, doctor.

The eyes.

'The eyes and the face.'

- 'Don't leave me.'
- You're quite safe now.

You must try to relax.

I can't. I can't.

I have terrible nightmares.

Perhaps, if you'd tell me
exactly what happened

what you saw, you'd feel better.

'Horrible.'

Horrible.

That face.

Those eyes.

Cliff, please try
to describe it.

Monstrous.

Like nothing I've
ever seen before.

Cliff, try to describe it.

You're the only one
who saw it and survived.

Listen to me. Please.

How large was it
compared to a human?

'Did it walk upright?'

Did it crawl?

Did it make sounds?

If so, were they sounds
like the human voice?

- Leave me alone.
- Did it--

[sobbing]
Leave me alone.

Where is this cave?

Near the Salton Marshes.

This particular
fissure's a new one.

We came upon it
accidentally.

What makes you think
that you discovered it?

For one thing,
it's not on the map.

Furthermore, I've been
over this entire region before

and it's the first time--

Sit down, sit down.

You make a practice of poking
your nose into these potholes?

It's my hobby. And it
ties in with my studies.

Did you actually see
your friend killed?

No, sir.

But I heard his screams.

And then, I heard Cliff scream.

Bloodcurdling screams.

Why didn't you notify
us immediately?

Dr. Brockton was closer.

I thought it was more important
to get help for my friend

a chance to save his life.

How is the patient?

Still in shock.

Let me know the moment
I can talk to him.

I'll ask you not to leave the
district without telling me.

Dr. Brockton.

You still in university?

Yes. Final term.

I'm reading zoology.

In fact, Dr. Brockton,
I've read your book

"Social Structures in Primates,"
several times.

I thought that after
graduation that I might

even have a chance
to work here with you.

[engine revving]

Well...since the
police want you here

that opportunity might
come very soon.

I can always use
trained assistants.

I don't have to tell you though,
that people on the outside

think all scientists
are...a little deranged.

Yes, I've run into that.

Then, try and help me now.

Whatever it was your friend
Cliff saw down there

horrified him. He couldn't
describe it, not in detail.

Perhaps you can.

You know, sometimes,
under stress and panic..

...the imagination
plays tricks.

Not in this case.

- What do you base that on?
- I know Cliff.

Oh, we need more than that
to convince a skeptical world.

This situation needs
absolute proof.

Cliff kept talking about, uh,
something he'd seen in that cave

something that terrified him.

Almost as if it had escaped
from another world.

An animal, perhaps.

He kept repeating,
"Like I have never seen."

- Tell me, did you see it?
- No. I did not.

Yet, whatever it is,
it must exist.

It's still there, trapped.

I have to see it.

Malcolm, I must go into that
cave before the police.

But, doctor, you can't.
It's much too dangerous.

As a young scientist,
you must know the answer.

'This could be the one
chance in a lifetime.'

Who knows?

An opportunity to lift
the veil from the past.

[water dripping]

[dramatic music]

[hissing]

There's air coming in.

Over to the left.

[hissing]

[music continues]

There's another
cave behind there.

We've gone as far as we can.

[camera clicks]

I'm still not impressed.

They can make a fool out
of you, doctor, but not me.

I took that picture
with my own camera.

Developed it in
my own darkroom.

To me, it looks like something
out of a student rag week.

You're a university
man, aren't you?

- I am.
- Admit it, this is a stunt.

No, sir.

You say no because the stunt
ended in someone getting killed.

I say no because
it was real. I was there.

Malcolm, we're two eyewitnesses
against a blind man.

Perhaps we'd better send
for Scotland Yard.

I'll do that when or if
I think it's necessary.

Then, please keep
an open mind.

Or do you still cling
to the theory that the students

as a hoax constructed
this monster

concealed it in this cave
to commit murder?

Now, does that sound
logical to you?

It's my job to pursue
and check out all possibilities.

However...having
examined this again

I...well, I must admit,
it does look like--

Something from another
age, inspector?

Say, ten million years ago

when some of our ancestors,
like the gorilla, the ape

the baboon were beginning to
leave the forests and the jungle

learning how to walk upright

and crystallize
into some kind of resemblance

to the Neanderthal man.

Please, doctor, I can't
match your book learning.

I can only go by what I can see.

Then, take a look at it
again and carefully.

Yes, let me offer that
photograph as evidence.

A perfect example of a trog.

- What?
- A troglodyte.

What the devil
are you talking about?

Half man, half ape.

Trog, a primitive cave dweller.

Cave dweller?

Down in that cave,
the greatest scientific find

of modern civilization.

And that picture verified it.

'Facts, inspector.'

We're going to have
to face them.

And since lots of people
have gotten wind of this

you're also going to have
to face publicity.

'This kind of news
inflames curiosity everywhere.'

So you'd better be prepared.

Because the whole world
will want to know

all about our discovery.

And the first thing they'll want
to know is how the hell

he survived for thousands
of years in that cave.

Can you answer that?

[indistinct chattering]

[leaves rustling]

[fire engine bells ringing]

[ringing continues]

[chattering continues]

As I stand around these usually
lonely and deserted moors

I'm surrounded
by great activity.

As you can see, they've cleared
the entrance to the caves

and a team of men including
frogmen and our cameraman

'have gone down to investigate''

(man on radio)
'C, Charlie, H, hotel..'

[indistinct chattering]

Damned outrage.

Trash spectacle,
cheap publicity.

All this riffraff
gives our town a bad name.

Better enjoy it
while you can, mister.

And below us, who knows?

Perhaps some poor devil who
tried to play a practical joke

that misfired or break a record
for living underground.

Or is it something else?
Something from another age.

Either way, whichever it is,
he's trapped.

Inspector, what are the chances
of getting this fellow out?

Inspector doesn't appear to be
in the mood. He's too busy.

- 'Inspector. Inspector.'
- Yes, Mr. Murdock.

Isn't there some way to put
a stop to this Roman holiday?

These shenanigans make a fool
of all of us citizens.

Until a law's been broken,
there's nothing I can do.

Besides,
Dr. Brockton's opinion--

Her opinion means
nothing to me.

I never did care
for the experiments that go on

in her research center.

All it amounts to is
taxpayers' money down the drain.

[indistinct chattering]

There's Dr. Brockton,
the famous anthropologist.

'I'm sure she can explain
some rumors and enlighten us.'

I can try.

We understand that you've been
inside the caves.

Indeed I have.

Have you seen the creature, this
practical joker or whatever--

She saw nothing.
The whole thing's a hoax.

A cruel joke
on this township.

Whatever I saw...
and for the record

everything I saw was verified
and captured by my camera.

It is all fully detailed
in my report to the police.

Thank you.

And you, sir,
Mr. Malcolm Travers.

Will you tell us
what you saw?

I can attest to everything
Dr. Brockton has said.

I was with her
when she took the photographs.

They certainly
tell their story.

Thank you.

As you've seen, frogmen have
cleared the underground stream.

John Dennis is down there
with our cameraman.

I'll switch over to them. Over
to you, John. How's it there?

Hello, Alan. Well, as you know,
the subaqua team are with us.

And things are going fine.

Our first man, Major Simpton
is just about to..

Oh, we seem to have
lost contact.

Well, until we get news
from the subaqua team

I'll return you to Alan Davis
on the surface..

[water sloshing]

One moment. There's
some activity in the stream.

Yes, I can just see the..

[dramatic music]

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Paul, get out of there!

[music continues]

[clatters]

[sizzling]

Alan.

My God, he's coming up.

[dramatic music]

Get onto division quick.
Use emergency procedure.

Tell them I want
extra men here at once.

- Yes, sir.
- Wait.

- Tell them I want arms issued.
- Right.

- Clear this area!
- That's right. Shoot it.

- Get rid of it.
- Don't you dare.

You kill it and you may be
destroying the most valuable

scientific evidence
we have in existence today.

Don't listen to any crackpots,
inspector. You know your duty.

[dramatic music]

[crowd exclaiming]

(male #1)
'Thompson, get your men.'

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

[growling]

[camera shatters]

[crowd screaming]

[thud]

[dramatic music]

[growling]

[gunshot]

[snarling]

[continues snarling]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Hurry. We need a net.

Malcolm, get my case
out of the car quickly.

[music continues]

I don't know how long
this tranquilizer

will keep him harmless.

We must get him back to my lab
before the effects wear off.

[snoring]

[instrumental music]

Trog.

Trog.

Anne, we must feed him
before the reporters

and leading citizens
descend on us.

Can't you put
them off, mother?

No. People have a right
to know what's happening.

And the press
is very important to us.

(Malcolm)
'You can't say
we've been neglected.'

We've been gathering
reams of publicity.

Yes. And for that,
we should be grateful.

We need the public
on our side

to give us a fighting chance
to really study

and classify Trog.

[whimpering]

- What's on the menu for Trog?
- It's right here.

- Fish and lizards.
- Raw?

You don't think they had stoves
a million years ago, do you?

Is that the ideal diet for Trog?

For the present, yes.
Trog is not a carnivore.

'Fish and lizards will supply
the proteins he needs'

until we can safely expand
the range of his feeding.

Trog.

[whimpering]

Here, Trog.

[whimpering continues]

(Brockton)
'Good boy.'

Not so fast,
you'll get a tummy ache.

[snarling]

Go ahead, Anne,
feed him some fish now.

[whimpering]

For a senior citizen,
he certainly has

a marvelous appetite.

More?

[whimpering]

- Aren't you getting too close?
- He doesn't frighten me a bit.

That's right, Anne darling.
Never show fear, only trust.

(Brockton)
Good morning.
Good morning, gentlemen.

- Dr. Brockton.
- Good morning, John.

Good morning, Dr. Brockton.

Dr. Brockton, now that you've
captured this creature

can we have a good look at him?

Only under these conditions

you do nothing to startle Trog
and keep your distance.

Then, you do
admit...he's dangerous.

Nonsense. I'm allowing
my own daughter to feed him.

Just because you're reckless

there's no reason
for us to join in.

I'd like you to tell the public
that this whole abomination

is hurting business.

It's ruining my plans
for a housing project.

(Murdock)
'Nobody wants to buy land'

'with an ugly demon
running loose.'

[dramatic music]

And after you have observed him
for another day or two?

Oh, we'll need much more time.

Don't count on it.

Much more time.

Before the law can take
any course

we must have a chance
to ascertain what it is.

It's a monster,
that's what it is.

On behalf of the
taxpayers, I demand

you get rid of it
without delay.

Not so fast.

We believe the trog could be
the connection between

the creatures
of early civilization

and man as we know him today.

This troglodyte, who somehow
survived, is a living reminder

of what happened
after our ancestors, the apes

left the forest
and first started to walk

on hind legs and take
shelter in the caves.

Aren't you oversimplifying?

The study of anthropology
supports me.

After a few more eons,
the creature developed a brain.

Physically and mentally, he
became the early shape of man.

How does this relate to him?

It's my firm belief
that Trog is the missing link.

'And the prime objective
of our program'

will be to gradually pull Trog
across the time span

right into the heart
of the 20th century.

Sounds like an impossible task.

[snarling]

Just the same, we must try.

It's our sacred
as well as scientific duty

to study this creature
with complete dedication

and search out the truth.
Nothing will prevent that.

Poppycock. Insane nonsense.

You would exterminate anything
you didn't like or understand.

What gives you the authority
to sentence a living creature

to death? What?

In the "Book of Genesis,"
it says very clearly

"Let us make man in our image
after our likeness."

This is a monster.
It must be destroyed.

You've conveniently
forgotten "Deuteronomy"

the second commandment

"Thou shalt not kill."

So this is the missing link.

Hi, grandpa.

That's not so far-fetched.
Just take a look in the mirror.

If he's as old as you say
he is, how did he survive?

That's exactly
what I'd like to know.

I can only give you
a hypothesis.

(Brockton)
'Conceivably, Trog
was frozen solid'

during the long, long
glacial age.

A state similar
to cryogenic suspension.

'Then, as the underground
streams and currents brought'

more and more warmth
to the frozen atmosphere

his body thawed out.

We now know
that human sperm

red blood cells,
bone marrow cells

'even skin can be brought back
to life after freezing.'

You make it sound too simple.

Can you come up
with a better explanation?

Research will support it.

'What I described
is the life cycle of Trog.'

Birth, eons ago

then a long, long period
of total icy hibernation.

And now, if you please,
his rebirth.

It seems docile enough now.

[camera clicks]

[growling]

You idiots, you were given
strict instructions

not to use flashlights.

- Goodbye, doctor.
- Goodbye.

Do you intend to print all this
bilge about the monster?

My job is not to edit.

My job is to report
what I see and hear.

Inspector.

If you refuse
to do your clear duty

which is to get rid
of this horror

I'll call a town meeting.

Now, look...Mr. Murdock,
whatever my personal feelings

I can't take any action

until there's a clear ruling
from the court.

[whirring]

[snarling]

No, Trog, no!

[snarling]

Not so hard, Anne.
And more patience.

Trog has had more than
his share of hysteria

and brutal suspicion.

We must try a different
kind of treatment.

Encourage friendly
communication, expression.

- The human touch.
- I'm sorry, mother.

It's okay.

[clicking]

Let's try
a different kind of toy.

[soft music]

[music continues]

- That's fine, Trog.
- Be careful, mother.

Don't worry. He understands.

Let me have it, Trog.

[whimpering]

Give it to me, Trog.

Let me have it.

'Come on.'

That's fine, Trog.

Anne, we have to teach him now,
Anne, to wind it up by himself.

Remember, we're dealing
with a backward child.

Surely, we can teach him
by example.

Yes, I see.

[clicking]

(Brockton)
'Now, give it to Trog.'

Give it to him.

[soft music]

[clicking]

[clicking continues]

[instrumental music]

- Good boy, Trog.
- Look how fast he learnt that.

You see, dear, now that you
show more patience

you can reach him.

[whimpering]

[laughing]

[train chugging]

[train whistle blowing]

[soft music on record]

Ah-h-h.

[music continues]

[music stops]

[upbeat music on record]

[screaming]

[cage rattling]

Change the record, Anne.

[screaming continues]

[soft music on record]

Isn't that wonderful?

Look at him react.

[music continues]

You've got him eating
out of your hand.

Well, as the man said

"Music hath charms
that soothes the savage breast."

Trog.

Look at this.

This is blue.

'Blue.'

Blue.

Show him another color,
Dr. Selbourne.

This is green, Trog. Green.

[whimpers]

He seems to recognize
that color.

This is red.

Trog! Trog, stop it!

[whimpering]

That's wonderful, Trog.

That's wonderful.

I suppose it does add up
to considerable progress.

Dr. Selbourne,
we won't need you here.

I'd much rather
you finish the experiment

on organic materials.

Especially, the copepods.
And put the report on my desk.

Yes, of course, Dr. Brockton.

[indistinct chattering]

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I'm glad you could have this
drink with me, Dr. Selbourne.

Nice of you to ask me,
Mr. Murdock.

- Water?
- No, thank you.

These days, I'm afraid, I don't
draw very much attention.

I know what you mean,
and I think it's a bloody shame.

That female quack has made
herself the star of the show.

You'd think the sun rises
and sets on Dr. Brockton.

No doubt about that.

Ever since Trog appeared
in that miserable cave.

We've had nothing but trouble.
Humiliation and trouble.

At least, that's how
I look at it.

How about you?

I quite agree.
While this circus goes on

the real work of the clinic
is being neglected.

- Is that true?
- Yes.

Not that I haven't
called her attention to it.

- You have?
- Yes, indeed.

But she has her name
on the clinic.

She runs the place.

I wouldn't think
that you'd fancy..

...knuckling
under to a woman.

Taking orders. Being at the beck
and call of a shining egotist

with a monster
under her wing.

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Murdock.

Would you believe she has
this creature dancing to music

like a trained bear?
Blinking at colors.

Winding up toys,
doing all sorts of crazy stunts.

We must put a stop to it. The
situation calls for a change.

I would much rather see
a dignified, qualified man

at the head of a clinic.

Someone levelheaded

with both feet
firmly on the ground.

- Another drink?
- Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

Our next step is to teach Trog
to retrieve the ball.

His first lesson in initiative.

You know,
I wonder what would happen..

...if I roll the ball to him.
Let's try it, huh?

'Trog.'

[whimpering]

[continues whimpering]

No. Oh, no, no, Trog.

No. Now, come on,
don't rip it up.

Come on, throw it back to me.
Throw it back to me.

'Come on.'

No! Throw it back to me.

[whimpering]

Come on.

Good boy, Trog.

Good boy.

Now, Anne.

We must teach Trog
to make the first move.

Trog.

Now, you roll it back to me.

There you are.

Come on. Roll it back.

Trog, roll it back to me.

Come on.

Anne.

Good boy.

Good boy.

'Come on. Roll it back to me.'

'Good boy, Trog.'

Now again.

[dog barking]

[snarling]

[continues barking]

[continues snarling]

[continues barking]

[continues snarling]

My hypo-gun. Quick.

[dog growling]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[dog whining]

[music continues]

[gavel pounding]

(male #2)
'This court of inquiry
is now in session.'

Now, this inquiry is being
conducted in the public interest

as a result of certain charges
and complaints made by citizens

who've supplied me
with some facts

newspaper cuttings
and photographs.

It concerns the survival
of a certain brutish creature

now lodged
in the research center.

May I respectfully suggest, sir,
that you haven't heard our side?

Oh, in-in due time,
Dr. Brockton.

I should like to hear
from Inspector Greenham first.

Sir.

It is my opinion,
after consultation

that the subject is covered
by Section 211B of the code:

"under statutory regulations

"any nondomestic, untamed animal
of a predatory nature

"which has caused or is liable
to cause injury or damage

"must be destroyed."

I submit that
we can definitely establish

that the creature in question
is, in fact, an animal.

First, it kills like an animal.

Under the very supervision
of Dr. Brockton

and her daughter, Anne,
it killed a shepherd dog

belonging to a neighbor.

This creature has killed,
has terrorized our town

so the people are afraid
to leave their homes at night.

Why is it allowed to live?

Sir, may I please be permitted
to explain that?

Indeed you may, Dr. Brockton.

And, uh, how do you
answer these charges?

This so-called creature,
a troglodyte

must be allowed to live
in the interest of science.

The discovery of Trog in our
regional caves has traveled

around the world.

Excited the interest
in every functioning scientist.

Our research center
has been bombarded by cables

from the most famous scientists
alive today.

They're on their way here
to study Trog.

We dare not destroy him now.

Kill it first,
then study its hide.

Mr. Murdock,
I order you to control yourself.

When I reach my decision, all
parties concerned will know it.

Please continue, Dr. Brockton.

To begin with,
Trog is not an animal.

His classification
is close to human.

If he's human,
what's to prevent him

standing trial
as a mature person?

Sir, would you charge a child?

A retarded child who
responds only on instinct

with the responsibilities
of his own acts?

There are many points that must
be taken into consideration.

Not the way I see it.

Mr. Murdock, I order you
not to interrupt.

Where is this creature
now, Dr. Brockton?

In a cage in our lab.

- Is it guarded?
- Day and night.

- No danger of escape, then?
- None. None whatsoever.

Then, why do you
and other scientists..

...bestow so much importance
upon this creature?

Trog can help us piece together
the history of human behavior.

In Trog's mind...are secrets.

Secrets of man's
origin and development

that go back
millions of years.

And however difficult..

...however great the risks,
we must try to unlock his mind.

That's the talk of a heathen.

It is the consensus of
all educated belief.

Nearly everyone accepts
the Darwinian proposition

that man's physical form
evolved from lower animals.

Give us a chance to study Trog,
and we shall have proof.

You shall also have murder
and the mockery of the world.

And if my word
is not enough..

...why don't you listen
to someone

whose qualifications
cannot be questioned?

I am referring
to Dr. Selbourne

who is on the staff of
Dr. Brockton's research center.

- Dr. Selbourne.
- Yes?

I take it you agree
with these rather

violent views expressed
by Mr. Murdock?

Fully.

And how long have you
held these views?

Ever since the day that horrible
creature was discovered.

The important work of our clinic
has been gravely neglected

'while time and money have been
lavished on a training program'

'which can end in
nothing but disaster.'

Did you ever voice any objection
or criticism to...Dr. Brockton?

Well...not-not exactly.

Dr. Brockton is a
difficult person to oppose.

But you found a way to do it.

Your Honor..

...I consider Dr. Selbourne's
conduct treachery.

[audience murmuring]

Quiet!
I want no demonstration here.

Now, for the present,
I've heard enough.

It will take me
a few days to resolve

these facts and assertions.

In the meantime, Dr. Brockton,
I charge you with

the full responsibility of
keeping this creature secure.

If he breaks loose or
in any way becomes a menace

to the community...I shall
order him to be destroyed.

[gavel knocking]

[indistinct chattering]

Dr. Selbourne.

There's no need for you
to return to the lab.

[projector whirring]

[whirring continues]

[whirring continues]

[whirring ceases]

Well, you've seen
Trog's progress

from the time of capture.

- What next, doctor?
- Well, before we proceed.

I'd like to tell you
how excited and grateful I am..

...that you could
take the time out of

your busy lives to be
with me here today.

Scientists of all nations
have a common cause.

I consider it
a privilege to be here.

Thank you, professor.

You know, in an age when man can
launch an expedition to the

moon...I think
we should clarify..

...the history
of man's origin.

And now..

...the world-renowned
American surgeon

Dr. Warren will take over.
Dr. Warren.

[monitor beeping]

[beeping continues]

[Trog breathing heavily]

Swab.

[beeping continues]

Scalpel.

[breathing heavily]

[beeping continues]

Micro-trans.

[breathing heavily]

[beeping continues]

[breathing heavily]

All right.
Clean it up.

Put a tape
right around his chest

so he can't reach the ends.

What's the range of that
transistor, Dr. Warren?

Oh, uh, Micro-trans,
we call it.

It has functioned
up to half a mile.

A very useful development
that makes it possible for us

to monitor intensive-care
units and check up on

the patient's heartbeats
from a central control.

Saves a lot of time and staff.

Dr. Warren, here are the
results of your first tests.

Ah ha.

How soon...can we
take the next step?

[monitor beeping]

- I thought you'd need this.
- Thanks.

[beeping continues]

[Trog groaning]

[beeping intensifies]

Dr. Brockton? The oscillograph.
His pulse rate has risen.

Keep a record of the beat.
We'll be right in.

Right.

[beeping continues]

[beeping stabilizes]

Can we move on to
the final stage now?

We're ready, Dr. Brockton.

It's a big step,
but if the operation

is successful...Trog
will be able to talk.

[beeping continues]

[Trog whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

[beeping continues]

[beeping intensifies]

We have something.
Pentothal, quickly.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[roaring]

[roaring continues]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[roaring continues]

[growling]

[music continues]

[growling continues]

[music continues]

[music intensifies]

[cracking]

[music continues]

[roaring]

[roaring continues]

[explosion]

[music continues]

[sizzling]

[roaring]

[rumbling]

[roaring continues]

[rumbling]

[intense music]

Anne.

Red.

Green.

Blue.

- He spoke. Trog spoke.
- Anne.

- Fantastic.
- Unbelievable.

Yes...Trog spoke.

[gavel knocking]

We shall now resume the inquiry
on behalf of public interest.

It's a waste of
taxpayers' money.

Mr. Murdock...I caution
you for the last time

not to interrupt
these proceedings.

I should like to hear
from you, Dr. Brockton.

Thank you.

I'm pleased to report sir,
that as a result of

our experiments
and a successful operation

we've been able to endow Trog
with the power of speech.

So the monster speaks.

And with your permission, sir,
I would like to have

this verified by the
renowned American scientist

Dr. Richard Warren.

Dr. Warren.

It's quite true sir,
and quite astounding.

What took place in
Dr. Brockton's

research center was an important
step. A breakthrough in science.

Also sir, may I direct
your attention to copies

of the reports from
Dr. Kurtlimer of Germany

Professor Manoskiensky of Russia
and Dr. Duval of France.

They participated with us
in this experiment.

Yes, well, I shall uh...yes, I
shall read these later.

And if I may add, praise for
the courage and initiative of

Dr. Brockton will be echoed
in all civilized countries.

Would you say, then,
that you are..

...are at the end
of your studies?

No...only at the beginning.

'Now that Trog has
learned how to talk'

'we're trying to teach him
new words every day.'

He will soon be able to
articulate his memories and then

the entire world will learn the
baffling secrets of evolution.

It's a scheme to milk us dry,
to make a sacred cow

out of a murdering monster.

Constable, will you please
eject Mr. Murdock?

I'll call the Home Office,
that's what I'll do.

The prime minister
will hear of this.

Don't you dare touch me,
young fellow.

[keys clinking]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[door opens]

[music continues]

[door opens]

[clicks]

[music continues]

[snarling]

[glass shattering]

[objects clattering]

[snarling continues]

You know what they'll say?

They'll say that Trog
has a very nasty temper.

But what can you expect..

...from a slimy beast?

Go ahead, missing link.

If that's what you are,
you should be missing.

You bloody monster!

[keys clinking]

[Trog growling]

Aah!

[intense music]

[groaning]

[music continues]

[horn blaring]

[blaring continues]

[music continues]

[blaring stops]

Malcolm...get me
my hypo-gun, quickly.

[screaming]

Trog, stop it!

Trog!

[Trog whimpering]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[dogs barking]

chirping continues]

[sirens wailing]

Now, then. These woods.
Come on, if you're coming.

These woods run
from this point here

down to the edge
of Blesdoe Corners.

Now, there's only one path
through the woods..

...and it leads down
to the village.

After the arrival of
Colonel Vickers and his men

and after arms are issued,
I want...six men here..

I hope some of you
are taking this down.

I want six men here. I want 10
men by the railway junction.

I want four men here in case he
breaks through to the southeast.

This won't leave us
many men in reserve.

[ambient music]

[music continues]

- Ah, morning.
- Morning.

- Ready for another long day?
- Yeah.

Looks like it's gonna' be
a good one today, eh?

[music continues]

Oiy!

What do you think
you're doing?

Get it off! Let me down!
Get it off!

Let me down! Let me down!
Aaah!

[glass shattering]

[Trog growling]

[intense music]

[groaning]
Aah!

No, no, no.

No. No, no.

No, no. No, please. No. No!

Aaah!

[tinkling]

[music intensifies]

[ambient music]

[groaning]

[honking]

[growling]

[engine sputtering]

[engine revs

[children chattering]

[indistinct chattering]

[chattering continues]

[screaming]

Aaah!

[screaming continues]

Aaah!

Aaah!

[screaming continues]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[soft music]

[siren wailing]

[dogs barking]

[water trickles]

[dogs barking]

(male #3)
'Come along. Hurry up.
Come along.'

All right, Division.
Yes, go ahead.

Yes, well, we are looking into
that. We've got it all covered.

Yeah, right, right.
Over and out.

Inspector, I warned you.

He'd head for his
natural habitat, the caves.

I think, Dr. Brockton

we've had just about
enough advice from you.

Colonel, may I please point
out something?

What is it?

What worries me, is if
Trog gets into this chimney--

- Which chimney?
- Right there.

You see that..

...narrow, perpendicular
tunnel in the rocks?

Now, it leads to the first cave.

Now, once he manages
to get through there..

It's all your fault. I heard Mr.
Murdock at the public inquiry.

He was right.

He wanted to do away
with your monster then

but you wouldn't let him.

If anything happens
to my little girl. I'll--

- Please, madam. Come on, now.
- Angela.

Come on.
We're doing everything we can.

Dr. Brockton.

Dr. Brockton, that chimney
you pointed out.

Right there.

Are the figures
on the map correct?

- I mean, correct in proportion?
- I believe so.

Well, I can't have my men
climbing down one by one.

We'll need a direct unobstructed
entrance to the cave.

[water trickles]

[whimpering]

Water. Water.

Inspector, I beg you
to let me go in that cave alone.

If I can only talk to
Trog...there's an even chance

I can bring that
child out safely.

You've had your chance with
this monster, and you failed.

Look, Dr. Brockton,
do you realize just

what you're cuddling of
this thing has done to us?

The whole community terrorized.
People brutally murdered.

And now, this innocent child.

Blame Sam Murdock.

It was his fiendish idea
to let Trog loose.

- He's been punished for that.
- But that doesn't satisfy you.

You want another sacrifice.

The world knows
we were making progress.

We've seen its results in
wreckage, in blood, in killings.

Maybe, you scientists know how
to strike some kind of balance.

Human life on one scale and so
called progress on the other.

We cant! Missing link or not,
it's a killer.

It's a menace to everyone.
It's got to be destroyed.

(Colonel Vickers)
'Sergeant, bring your men
over here.'

[intense music]

Stay where you are,
Dr. Brockton.

- That's an order!
- Dr. Brockton!

[dramatic music]

[little girl sobbing]

[music continues]

- Aah!
- Trog!

Please, Trog..

...let me have the child.

Trog, come on.

Come on.

'Please, Trog.'

I want you to let
me have the child.

'Come on, Trog.'

I want you
to give me the child.

Please?

Thank you, Trog.

[sobbing]

[whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

Mummy.
Mummy.

- Darling. Oh, my gosh.
- Mummy. Mummy.

You're back.
Oh, let me look at you.

You see, colonel,
Trog can be reasoned with.

I implore you to let me go
back with my hypo-gun.

Keep Dr. Brockton away.

- Is the demolition squad ready?
- Ready, sir.

[explosion]

[growling]

[screaming]

[gun shots]

[firing continues]

[growling]

[firing continues]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

Doctor.
Dr. Brockton.

Now that the troglodyte
has been destroyed.

Have you anything to say?

[music continues]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music ends]