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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is krkr-TV.

And now for
the latest news:

Early tonight, the captain
of a Swedish icebreaker
in the barents sea

reported seeing
a strange red fireball
come out of the sky.

Says the captain,
"it hovered above my ship
for about a minute

and then headed south
by southwest." Unquote.

Radio Cairo
reports a herd of camels

stampeded by
a comet-like object

streaking southwest
across the Sahara.

And in Cape Town, Africa...
A boer, no doubt...

Reports a similar flash
across the sky.

And still one more,
ladies and gentlemen:

A farmer
in Auckland, New Zealand,

reported
the strange-glowing object,

this time moving northeast.

Now, let's see...

Barents sea...

Cairo...

Auckland...

Considering the timetable
of these reports,

the stranger from space

should be over
our California desert
in a matter of minutes.

[Woman screaming]

[Tires squealing]

Aah!

[Beeping]

Aah!

[Beeping]

[Engine turning over]

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Aah!

Somebody
help me!

Aah!

Somebody
help me!

Harry.

Mm-hmm?

Harry, what will
your wife say?

She'd say plenty.

Tonight anyhow.

Did you see the way
she tore out of here

in that
big car of hers?

She only caught us
nodding to each other.

She'll make up
for the all the things

she hasn't
caught us doing.

I'm so fed up.

I never
should have agreed
to go back to her

once
we were separated.

Why did you?

You know why.

I couldn't pry
one nickel out of her.

That community property
routine only works
for women.

Man hasn't got a chance.

Unless the wife dies.

I didn't say anything.

You were
thinking it.

Not the same thing.

Didn't you say she was
in the nut house for a while?

Private sanitarium.

What's the difference?
She was off her rocker,
wasn't she?

I suppose so.

Well, they've got
some fancy name for it.

Mostly, she'd have
these violent headaches.

Then she'd get
falling down drunk.

Still has them
to this day.

What are you getting at?

Oh, come on, now, Harry.

Let's not be naive.

You've made a good start.
Now follow through.

She's on the brink,
and you know it.

I don't know it.

This Dr. Cushing
seems to be
helping her a lot.

She's tapering off
on the bottle, too.

Hardly took a drink
all evening.
You saw her.

All she needs
is a little help.

Yeah.

Play the husband,
right to the end.

Once she's in
the booby hatch,

throw the key away.

That'll put you
in the driver's seat.

You'd make a wild driver,
Harry...

With 50 million bucks.

Harry!

[Sobbing]

Harry!

Harry, help me!

Mrs. Archer!

Mrs. Archer,
what's the matter?

Here you are.
Somebody give me a hand.

Take her
into the office.

Hey, chief!

Chief!

Mrs. Archer!

Harry.

Go on, folks. Go on.

Go on.
Nothing you can do
around here.

Go find Harry
while I take care
of Mrs. Archer.

All right,
let's break it up.

Now, come on,
Mrs. Archer.

Come on and sit down
in the car.

I'll send somebody
for some black coffee.

Black coffee?!

You think I'm drunk,
don't you?

All of you!

I'm not drunk!
I'm not!

All right,
Mrs. Archer...

It was right in
the middle of the highway!
3o feet tall!

It lit up the sky!

I know that.

You don't believe me,
do you?

Any of you!

I'll believe you,
Mrs. Archer.

[Sobbing]

Just be calm.

Now come on and sit down
in the car.

Come on. Take it easy
and tell me all about it.
Slowly.

Hey, Mr. Archer?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Archer?

What is it, Charlie?

Oh. All right.
I get the message.

She's over at
the sheriff's office...

Kind of bad shape.

Pretty hysterical.

Couldn't find me tonight,
Charlie.

I took a cab home.

Sure. Sure.
I get it, Mr. Archer.

Thanks a lot.

So...

So, she's tapering off,
eh?

Hardly took a drink
all evening.

Must have had a bottle
in the car. I don't know.

Did you find Mr. Archer?

He took a cab home,
chief.

Oh, Charlie...

Go get the riot gun.

We're taking
a ride in the desert
with Mrs. Archer.

Right.

Why the heavy artillery,
chief?

There's a flying satellite
and a 30-foot giant

a few miles out on 66.

A 30-foot giant?!

Oh, no.

[Engine starts]

Hey, look!
There it is!

[Tires squealing]

Uh, m-Mrs. Archer's car,
I mean, chief.

Where did you see it,
Mrs. Archer?

You can think
what you like.

It was right there
in the middle
of the road.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Charlie.
Let's look around.

[Softly]
Hey, what's up? She off
her rocker or something?

Don't look back,

but as long as she's
paying most of the taxes
around here,

we play along with her.

Uh...
Let's spread out here!

You see anything,
chief?

Ah. Come on.

Not a thing,
Mrs. Archer.

No prints
of any kind,
either.

Why would there be?

I told you,
everything happened
on the roadway.

I was standing right here.

It seemed to be reaching
for my diamond.

That's another thing

I've been wanting
to tell you,
Mrs. Archer.

That diamond
you're wearing...

Tempt the devil
himself.

There are
a lot of drifters
in the desert

who'd commit murder
for a well-cut
piece of glass.

In other words,
you're suggesting
that what I saw tonight

was some desert tramp.

Ah, you're saying that,
ma'am.

I'm only suggesting
that you be more careful
with that diamond.

I didn't run
all the way to town

just for a lecture,
sheriff.

We'll be glad
to escort you home,
Mrs. Archer.

No, thanks.

[Engine starts]

[Tires skidding]

She's tearing out of here
like she was heading
for the moon!

Poor mixed-up
Mrs. Archer.

Feel kind of sorry
for her.

I feel a lot sorrier
for her husband
if she ever catches him

with that honey Parker
he's got stashed
at the hotel.

Ooh, what a doll!

Yeah.

Well,
come on, Charlie.

It's past midnight.

The town can't afford
to be paying us overtime.

Good evening,
Mrs. Archer.

Is there anything
I can do for you,
Mrs. Archer?

Harry: Yeah...

Beat it out of here.

Don't talk to Jess
like that.

Well, maybe
you should marry Jess

and hire me
for the Butler.

Hey...

I said out.

You can go, Jess.

Yes, ma'am.

And as far as I'm concerned,
you can go, too.

Go back to Tony's
and that woman
you were mooning about.

Oh, knock it off,
will you?

Now, you pulled
a boner tonight,
and you know it.

Why... leaving me
stranded at Tony's
without a ride.

I wasn't in the mood
for an argument

in front of
all those people.

And I didn't feel like
sitting there

and watching you
flirt all evening

with that red-headed wench
you call honey.

For heaven's sake,
Nancy.

Why, I hardly nodded
to the girl.

Now you listen to me,
Harry.

I won't stand
for any more
of your two-timing.

You keep away from that girl
and that hotel, you hear?

Your backdoor romance
has split us up
once already.

The next time,
there won't be
any reconciliation.

You're going
to flip your lid

just one time too many
with me, Nancy.

And you're going to make
one too many passes
at some other woman.

My husband.

Hah.

My gigolo,
that's what you are.

You're
a miserable parasite.

You're just after
my money.

I was
rid of you once.

Why did I
take you back?

Why?

Why?

[Sobbing]

Why did you, Nancy?

Why?

Because I love you,
Harry.

Why am I always
fighting with you
when I love you so?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But if you'd
only show me once
that you really care,

i'd... I'd do anything.

What's wrong with us,
Harry?

I don't know.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe I...

Harry,
I've got to
tell you something,

only please don't
make fun of me.

First, listen to
the whole story.

Tonight while I was
driving home, I...

You're going to think
I'm crazy.

Oh, no...

Go on, Nancy.

Harry, I saw
a satellite tonight.

Is that all?

Everyone's
seeing satellites
these days.

Not like this.

It came
out of the sky

and landed
in the middle
of the highway.

Harry,
I almost hit it!

Then a man,
a giant of a man,
came out.

I could
feel his hands
at my throat.

I think he was
after my diamond.

Really?

I see you still have
the diamond.

I ran in the desert.

That's why
I'm such a mess.

I told the sheriff,
and he didn't
believe me.

I saw the look
on his face.

He thought
I was drinking.

Harry, you know
I wasn't drinking
tonight!

Oh, please, Harry.
You believe me,
don't you?

Of course I do,
sweetheart.

Now, you've had
a terrible night.

I think
you need some rest.

Now, it's late.
Come on.

I'm going
to put you to bed...

And we'll
go through this
tomorrow, hmm?

Why can't you be nice
like this all the time,
Harry?

[Chuckles]

There.

Oh, now, I...

I never meant to be
mean to you, Nancy,

any more than...

I wanted you to...
Stay in that sanitarium.

You know?

Well...

Things seem to worry you
lately.

You know, like before?

Hmm. I don't know...

Maybe it's my fault,
huh?

For not making things
easier for you.

Maybe it would be better
if we... separated again.

Now, I wouldn't want
to cause another breakdown
in your health.

Oh, Harry.

I couldn't
stand that.

I need you.

If you only knew
how much.

You're all I have,
Harry.

There you go.

That's why I've always
liked this place so.

We could be
so happy here,

just the two of us,
and no more arguments.

[Chuckles]

Here, Nancy.
This will make you sleep.

I don't
want to sleep.

I feel much better
with you here.

No more arguments.

Mmm. Water.

[Chuckles]

There you go.

That's the girl.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

Feel better, hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Don't leave me,
Harry.

Harry?

I need you...
All to myself.

[Music playing]

Hi, Mr. Archer.

I was... I was just saying,
uh, arrivederci.

I thought you'd be
waiting for me
at your hotel.

You know I don't
like you hanging
around here alone.

You're not jealous
of that clown, are you?

It's too early
to go to bed.

Anyways, I'm sick
of that fleabag
you call a hotel.

I'm tired of waiting.

All I do is wait!

Wait, wait!

Maybe you won't have to wait
as long as you think.

She's cracking up again.

She's seeing satellites
and giants.

Not only
told me about it,

but she spread it
all over town tonight.

Even had the sheriff
out looking for the thing.

Charlie was
telling me about it.

This could be it.

When Dr. Cushing
hears about it,

he'll probably have her
committed right away.

He's in baker.
I'll call him tonight.

Well, that sounds
more like it.

I don't think
I could take much
more of this setup.

Well, any time you get
to thinking that way,

remember this.

The star of India.

It's the most famous
diamond in the world,

and you play your cards right,
and it'll all be yours.

Ah-ah.

Someday.

Let's call
Dr. Cushing.

What do you think,
Dr. Cushing?

She's not well, Harry.

She's suffering
from mental exhaustion,

and her drinking
doesn't help her any.

You did well
to send for me.

Oh, uh, Jess.

Now give Mrs. Archer
one of those
every 4 hours

and 2 at bedtime.

Keep her very quiet
and no alcohol.

There's not much
we can do for her until
she gets some rest.

Oh, you needn't
come out, Harry.

Jess will see me
to the car.

Doctor.

About last night...

Oh, that
satellite business?

Probably overworked
imagination.

You think she's having
a relapse.

Mentally?
Well, let's hope not.

I'm afraid
it would kill her

if she ever
had to go back
to that sanitarium.

She needs to be
near you, Harry.

She seems to get
a great deal of
consolation from you.

Now be patient
with her, my boy,

and with the right
understanding
on your part,

I have high hopes for
her eventual recovery.

Oh, I'll be in town
for a few days.

If you need me,
just call.

[Door closes]

Well,

my faithful husband,
no less.

You finally decided
to come home.

[Car engine starts]

What's the matter,
Harry?

Couldn't you stand
the suspense any longer?

Couldn't you wait
another minute

for the psychiatrist's
verdict?

What did he say, Harry?

Does he think
I'm crazy, too?

No one thinks
you're crazy, Nancy.

How nice.

Then you believe me?
You believe I saw
the satellite?

It's not the first time
someone has seen a satellite.

Right in the road,
with a giant in it?

Don't be so
condescending, Harry.

I know what
you're thinking.

I know why Dr. Cushing
was here, and I know
who called him.

All right, I called him.

He's here for your
own good, Nancy.

And I know where
you spent the night
last night.

You seem to have
a lot of information.

Well, I don't like
being tailed in my own home.

Here. Your giant friend
may come looking for this.

Harry, wait.
Where are you going?

Ask Jess.

Wouldn't you like
something to eat,
Mrs. Archer?

The doctor said...

Oh, Jess, quit mincing around
and leave me alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Reporter: Ladies and gentlemen,
this is krkr-TV.

And now more news
of high fliers.

Nancy Archer,
the former Nancy Fowler,

heiress to
the Fowler millions

and owner of the fabulous
star of India diamond,

has joined that
ever-expanding

international society
of satellite seers.

From the Archer's
palatial home away from home

comes a report
that Mrs. Archer

has not only been seeing
a sociable satellite,

but it's inhabited
as well.

A 30-foot giant.

Was he pink,
with big ears and tusks?

Well, maybe Mrs. Archer,

who has recently been
feuding with her husband
handsome Harry,

has finally found a man
from out of this world.

A man who could love her
for herself.

Come, come, now,
Mrs. Archer.

A man can ignore
one million dollars,

but 50? That's
too much to ask,

even from the man
in the moon.

[Smash]

What happened?

So I'm crazy.
I'm seeing things,
am I?

Jess, get the car.

I'm going out
into the desert
and find that thing,

and you're going
with me.

Well, don't just
stand there. Go on.

You're being
ridiculous, Nancy.

There's nothing out there.

You don't
believe me?

Well, you're wrong.
You're all wrong.

And you're drunk,
Nancy. Why don't you
try to sleep it off?

Not until I've proved it
to myself and to you.

We'll drive
on the side roads.

I have a strange feeling
it's out there somewhere,

waiting for me.

I'm certain of it.

And if it isn't?

Then I'm crazy
and should be committed.

The car's out
in front, ma'am.

Jess, get the revolver.

What's the gun for?

We're going hunting,
remember?

Let's go.

Harry: Nothing.

Just sand and space.

Well, seen enough?

Keep driving.

There!

Stop the car, Harry.
There it is!

Harry: I don't
see a thing.

I saw a flash
behind those hills.

All right, all right.
I'll turn around.

Hurry!

Well, now we've combed
all through these hills.

You saw it. There's
nothing out here.

Just emptiness.

Well, should we drive on
a little further?

I'm sorry, Harry.

I'm sorry.

[Engine starts]

That's it!

I did see it!

Oh, I told you!

I was right. I was right!

It's real. It's real!

Nancy!

Nancy,
come back here!

Come back here!

Let's get
out of here!

Nancy!

It's real!

It's real!

I'm not crazy!
I did see it!

It's a satellite!

Wait, come here!

Harry, touch it!
I did see it!

[Gunshots]

Nancy: Aah!

Aah, Harry!

Harry! Harry!

Help me! Harry! Harry!

Aah!

Harry! Harry!

Harry, help me!

Aah!

Harry!

[Door closes]

What have you done
with Mrs. Archer?

Get out of my way.

You're not
leaving this room,

and you tell me
what happened to her.

You aren't gonna
get away with it.

Give me the sheriff's office.

Get dressed
and pack, quick.

Huh, what's the matter?

No time for questions
and answers now.

Here. We're getting
out of here.

Oh, what did you do,
Rob the first national bank?

Shut up and get moving.
Come on.

Oh, all right. All right.

Nobody wants to get
out of this dump

worse than I do.

Hey.

Those are the only
clothes I've got.

You finished yet?

You just got here.

[Suitcase slams shut]

If you saw
what I saw,

you'd have jumped
out of your skin
to get moving.

Here, zip me.

Come on,
come on, come on.

All right, all right.

Where are we going?

Out of here,
but fast.

You going someplace?

Uh, miss Parker
is leaving town.

It's kind of sudden,
ain't it?

The night clerk here
didn't know anything
about it.

Well, well,
she... she does now.

No. I'm sorry,
Mr. Archer,

but sheriff tuppett
wants to see you
in his office,

the both of you.

You're making
a mistake, Charlie.

Let's go.

Aw, let me see now.
You got 3 6s,

you got the queen of hearts,
that's a heart run,

so safest card
in the deck.

Hey, what do you want
that card for?

And that's a gin.

I don't want
to play anymore.

Ah, it's getting
daylight already.

Chief's always worrying
about the taxpayers' money.

[Ring]

Hello.

Oh, hi, Mary.

No doubt, and I wasn't
dancing at Tony's club.

I was out picking up
a couple of guests
of the sheriff.

Yeah, he's out in the desert
now with a posse,
looking for the...

Oh, they did, huh?

On the pool house?

Hey, what do you know
about that?

Huh? Yeah.

They found Mrs. Archer.

Oh, I don't know
how she got there.

Hey, maybe
by a helicopter, huh?

Yeah, all right, Mary.

Look, will you take
any messages that come in?

Yeah, we're on our way
right now.

Yeah, bye, sweetie.

We'll take your wife's
imperial, right?

Yeah, right.

I imagine your wife
was home all the time

on top of the pool house,
loaded.

How serious is it,
Dr. Cushing?

Oh, it's too early
to tell,

but we should get her
to a hospital

as soon as she's strong
enough to be moved.

Those hours of exposure
on the roof didn't help any,

especially the way
she was dressed.

It's not the exposure
that worries me.

It's those scratches
on her throat.

Jess: That's
Mr. Archer now.

And honey.

I never would have
thought it.

Better let me
do the talking,
Dr. Cushing.

[Door opens]

What's wrong with Nancy?

Doctor, what happened?

I'll ask the questions,
Mr. Archer.

Now suppose you
tell me what happened.

I'm in no mood
for games, sheriff.

I wouldn't
go up there if
I were you, Harry.

There's some
possibility

she may have been
contaminated.

There's evidence
of some kind
of radiation.

Of course,
we can't be sure.

Now you tell me what happened
out there, Mr. Archer.

Out where?

Jess told us.

You drove Mrs. Archer
out into the desert
last night with his gun.

You came back alone.

Now, uh, what happened
to Mrs. Archer,

and what happened
to the diamond
she was wearing?

He's lying.

I left the house alone,
right after you,
Dr. Cushing.

That's right.

Harry was with me
all evening.

We were just
stepping out for air

when your deputy
stopped us.

Dr. Cushing, it's time
for that injection
you ordered.

Thank you, nurse.
Thank you.

I wouldn't have
believed it, Harry.

I'm very
disappointed.

Sheriff tuppett:
Well, there seems
to be a difference...

Careful with that,
nurse.

Exactly .75 cc.

One way or another.

When Mrs. Archer
regains consciousness,

she'll corroborate me,
sheriff tuppett.

Well, where does
that leave us?

Nowhere.

Just don't try
to leave town for a while,

and that means you,
too, miss Parker.

Harry: We have
nothing to hide.

We'll be around.

Come on, honey.
I'll drive you
back into town.

According to Jess,

Mr. Archer drove his wife out
into the desert last night

and came home alone.

Well, there's one thing
you can be certain about.

Jess is absolutely
trustworthy.

He's been with Nancy
since she was a little girl.

I know he's
telling the truth.

Honey: What's the matter?

Our necks are way out
if Nancy comes to
and talks.

There is a way out,
if you've got the nerve.

Try me.

The serum that
private nurse is using
in her hypodermic needle...

I, um, I heard
the doctor tell her

that an overdose
would be fatal.

Money certainly
brings out the best
in you, doesn't it?

Have you got the nerve?

Read the morning papers.

Slide over
and drive to town.

I've got things to do.

Aah!

Doctor!

Dr. Cushing!

Something's happened
to Mrs. Archer!

Aah!

Aah!

Something's happened
to Mrs. Archer.

Dr. Cushing:
Astounding growth.

Aah!

Aah!

Meat hooks,

4 lengths of chain.

Oh, the chains
you were expecting
are here, doctor.

Good. I'll tell
Dr. Loeb at once.

Meat hooks,

4 lengths of chain,

40 gallons of plasma...

And an elephant syringe?

The chains are here.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Heinrich,
what do you make of it?

Fantastic.

I've made every test
in the book.

There's
no diagnosis.

Look at this slide.

Dermal
connective tissue.

Filaria?

If it only were
filaria,

we'd have something
to go on,

a beginning.

There's not even
streptococci
infection

to incite
inflammation of
the lymph channels.

What could it be?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

We may find our answer
when we operate.

Giantism can result
from an overactive
forward lobe

of the pituitary
process, you know.

Dr. Cushing: Then you think
surgery is indicated?

Except for that
one thing.

The blue-green color
around the scratches
at her throat...

I would venture to say
it's some sort
of radiation

which we in medicine
have never touched upon.

Fortunately,
the dose she received
was not deadly.

Then you... you feel
there is hope.

With surgery, yes.

We'll have to have
the husband's permission
to operate, of course.

There's always hope
as long as there's
faith, Raymond.

I almost
gave you up, baby.

I've been reading
the papers.

I told you what happened
on the phone.

We've got problems again.

That new doctor, Van loeb,
thinks he can help her.

Bring me a drink,
will you?

What's the matter?

Your conscience
bothering you, Harry?

You know,
the trouble with us

is we've both got
the same disease...

Money...

And happy ways
of spending it.

[Ting]

I missed you.

Has she talked yet?

She's still
in a coma.

They're looking
for me now

to give them
permission
to operate.

That's great.

That's wonderful.

You just hide out
and let her blow up
like a balloon.

[Bang bang bang
bang bang]

You can pull now,
Heinrich.

Steady.

Give me a boost, Charlie.

Nothing.

Yeah, I can see that
from here,

uh, almost.

There's a ladder
over there.

Charlie.

Huh?

Wow.

What is it?

I don't know.

Whatever it is,
it wasn't made by
a Japanese gardener.

Go get Jess. Tell him
to get down here pronto.

Excuse me.

Jess.

Sheriff tuppett
wants to see you...

Right away.

I thought you two
might like a cool...

Sheriff tuppett: Did you
ever see anything like this
around here before, Jess?

A giant footprint.

Maybe Mrs. Archer
wasn't so...

I've been thinking
the same thing myself.

Hey, look. There's
another one over there.

Hey, look,
there's another one.

Charlie!

We've got to keep quiet
about this thing.

Everybody'll think
we're nuts.

Be dark in a half hour.

We'll follow
these things,
see where they lead.

We will?

Mrs. Archer has
a station wagon.

Good. Run my car into town
and get the riot gun, Charlie.

Bring a couple of grenades
and some tear gas
and flashlights, too.

Tear gas?
Grenades?

We'll leave as soon
as you get back.

You'd better plan on being up
all night tonight, Charlie.

We gotta have somebody
in the office

in case Jess and I
want to get in touch.

Oh, sure. You know,
I'd like to go
with you, chief.

There'll be no charge
for overtime.

Come on, Jess.
There's still
some daylight left.

Let's follow
these things.

Excuse me, chief.

Jess: Back it up.

[Beeping]

Amazing.

Here.

We'd better walk
the rest of the way.

There's a radio phone
in the car.

Shouldn't we
call for help?

No use yelling
for outside interference
till we see what we got.

Harry must have
brought her out here
and left her,

and then this...
This giant must have
taken her home

and put her
on the pool house roof.

Amazing.

Look.

My gun.

He emptied it
before he ran.

At what?

[Beeping]

[Hissing]

Over here.

Look.

The star of India.

Mrs. Archer
was right.

The thing was
after her diamond.

Diamonds everywhere,
different colors.

Must be used to power
this thing in some way.

Let's take this one
and get out of here.

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

Charlie. Charlie.

The radio's shot, too.

Might as well
start walking.

We'll come back for
all this stuff later.

It's gonna be
a long walk.

I've known Nancy
since she was born.

In those days, she was
a beautiful child...

Fresh, young,
full of the joys of life,

but in the last few years,

after her marriage,
she changed.

Her health
seemed to rise and fall
with the tide of her emotion.

Very sad case.

A case not infrequent
in this supersonic age
we live in.

I'm afraid I was unwise
in advising her

to take Harry back
after they'd separated.

Who knows, my friend?

When women reach
the age of maturity,

mother nature
sometimes overworks
their frustration

to a point
of irrationalism,

like the middle-aged man
of our age

who finds himself
looking longingly

at a girl in her early 20s.

Nancy: Harry!

What was that?

[Glass breaking]

Nancy: Harry!

Harry!

I-I'll get Dr. Cushing.

Harry, I want out of here.

Nancy, Nancy,
calm yourself.
Morphine.

Harry's asleep in his room.
He'll be right here.

Harry!

Call the sheriff!

Nancy: Harry.

Harry!

Sheriff's office,
please.

And hurry, operator.
It's urgent.

Nancy: Harry.

Hello? Sheriff tuppett.

Have you found
Mr. Archer yet?

No, ma'am,
but I left messages
everywhere in town.

Oh, she did, huh?
She is?

Yes, ma'am. I know
it's an emergency.

All right,
I will right away.

Hi, Mary. Look,
I'm going over
to Tony's club,

and then I'm heading out
to the archers'.

If sheriff tuppett
calls in,

tell him he better
get out there, too,
will ya?

Ok. Thank you, baby.
Bye.

[Slow dance music plays]

Oh, no.

There's no cutting here
in Tony's club, buddy.

Uh, Mr. Archer...

Hey, it's the deputy.

What can we do for you
this time, Charlie?

Your house has been
trying to get you
all evening, sir.

Didn't the bartender
give you my message?

He did. And now you've
delivered it in person.

Anything else?

No. Well,
yes, there is.

They say it's important.
An emergency.

Well, thanks.

All right.

Listen,
where were we, huh?

Here.

Oh, yeah.

Never should've tried
to keep this out
of the papers.

The poor girl...
She's had so much
publicity all her life.

I'm afraid now
there's no alternative.

We'll have to notify
the authorities.

If you hadn't succeeded
in giving her that sedative,

there's no telling
what would've happened.

Well, thank heaven
we got the chains
on her arms and legs.

How long will the morphine
be effective?

No telling with
the size of her body,

but we'll
have to keep her
under sedation

till the state police
arrive.

I-I'll phone
the authorities
at baker.

Operator.

Nancy: Aah!

Doctor!
Dr. Cushing, it's her.
She's come to again.

Dr. Cushing!
Pull yourself together.
More morphine.

Operator. Operator.

Operator. This is
Mary your operator.

What's going on there?
What's happening?

Hurry with that morphine.

Aah!

She's loose!

She'll tear the roof off.

That's it. I'm getting
out of here.

Operator. Operator.

Damn.

I know where
my husband is.

He's with that woman!

Aah!
I'll find him.

She's going.

A tank couldn't have done
a better job.

See? She's heading for town.

[Siren]

[Tires squealing]

Hi, chief. I was
just on my way over
to the archers'.

I think miss Archer
finally came to.

Uh, say,
they been asking
for you over there.

Did you
find anything
out there?

Get moving, will you?

Yeah, sure, sure.
Hop in.

Where's
the station wagon,
chief?

[Engine starts]

Doctor!

Doctor, give us a hand
with the door!

Here's the sheriff's car!

Holy Toledo!

What happened?

Thank heaven you're here,
sheriff.

It's Mrs. Archer.
She's on a rampage.

We've got to warn
the town!

She's grown into
a giant!

Never mind.
Get in the car.

We'll explain
as we go along.

Drive to town!

Uranium. Ehh!

These are just made
to eke forth

a lot of junk
to sell to the people.

It ain't like the old days

when we could go out
prospecting for gold

with a sluice box and water.

I can see it now.

Come on, Harry!

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey. Tony,
something's happened
to your lights.

I got eyes.
I can see.

Who needs lights?

Well, I need
another drink.

Hey, tone. Tony...

Ah, you're a good
for nothing, Tony.

Attaboy, tone.

He's a mellow fellow.

Happy birthday, honey.

Well, wouldn't you
know it?

Ha ha!

[Siren]

Can't you drive
any faster?

[Siren]

What happened?

Charlie:
Was it a giant woman?

Going toward town?

Let's hurry!

[Siren wailing]

[Creaking]

Nancy: Harry!

[Crashing]

She'll tear up
the whole town
till she finds Harry.

Yeah. And then
she'll tear up Harry.

[Glass breaking]

See if you can locate him
and put him in
the police car.

We'll try and draw her off.

I'll call baker for help.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

Let's get the sheriff.

Man: Hey,
what's going on here?!

Nancy: Harry!

Sounds like someone's
calling your name.

Harry!

Harry!

It's your wife!

She's wrecking the town
looking for you!

I gotta get you
out of here!

No! No!

If she sees me out there,
she'll kill me! She's crazy!

[Building creaking]

Come on, Mr. Archer.
We gotta get out
of here!

[Yelling and screaming]

You're a deputy.
Do something!

Yeah. Yeah.

I can't shoot
a lady!

Give me the gun.

Give me that gun!

Aah!

Aah!

No! No! No,
Mrs. Archer!

No! No!

Help me with this beam,
Charlie!

She's dead!

No... no. Nancy,

Nancy!

No!

Harry: Nancy!

Nancy...

Nancy, no!

Nancy!

No!

Nancy, don't!

Oh, no!

Don't! Nancy!

You killed honey.

Nancy, no!
Put me down!

Honey...

Nancy...

No! Nancy, no!

No!

I can't breathe!

[Gasping]

She's got Harry!

She's got Harry!
[Woman screams]

Why doesn't the sheriff
do something?!

Put him down,
Mrs. Archer!

[Gunshot]

This thing's no good!

Sheriff, you...

You're not going
to use that on her?!

What do you want me to do...
Put salt on her tail?!

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

She's down!

Well, let's take a look.

Come on.

Charlie:
All right. Everybody
keep back now.

Come on.
Stand back there.

Man: I still
can't believe it.

She finally got Harry
all to herself.