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While on an explorative
expedition to Africa,

a small private plane bearing Dr. Charles
Decker, famous english botanist,

burst into flames and crashed
into the jungle depths.

This accident occurred
about a week ago.

Although the news of the crash
was brought by native runners

to the nearest outpost
yesterday and relayed here,

no trace of the doctor or his
pilot has as yet been found.

It's feared that both men
were burnt to death.

Dr. Decker, crash survivor,
returns after year in jungle.

Read all about it. Dr. Decker returns.
Famous scientist returns.

Dr. Decker, crash survivor...

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Your attention, please.

Would Mr. Richard Banks,
passenger to Rome,

there he is. Please contact the t.W.A.
Information desk.

Welcome home, Dr. Decker.

Would you like to
come and sit down?

Any objections, sir?
Just a few questions?

Of course.

Uh, you've been missing
for nearly a year.

Could you tell us how you
managed to survive the crash

and remain alive in Uganda?

Well, to begin with, I
bailed out just in time.

I landed some distance
from the plane wreckage,

and then was able to crawl to the
village where the natives tended me.

Fortunately for me,
these natives,

distantly related to the bantu
tribe, proved to be quite friendly.

Did they keep you a prisoner?
No, not really.

Naturally, I was a novelty
for the first week or so,

but after that we sort of
got used to each other,

and when I wanted to
return, they helped me.

You realize, of course,
that without their help,

getting home would
have been impossible.

Are we to understand
it took an entire year

to get back to civilization?

You mean, of course, what you
choose to call civilization.

I mean London.

Well, I suppose I could've
gotten through sooner.

But why force the issue?

As a botanist and scientist, I couldn't
resist the opportunity to research

this special situation.

Special in what way?

I discovered species of animal
growth that I had never seen before.

Naturally, I was fascinated
with these specimens.

It made me think of the crash
as a lucky accident.

Where else would I get
the chance to study

such fine specimens of
insectivorous plants?

What kind are they?

Plants with animal properties.

They live on insects and small birds.
They devour them completely.

They need more than
air, sun, and water.

And if I can prove conclusively
what I learned from them,

we may have to tear up
a lot of textbooks.

How do you mean?

I'm on the verge of
a revolutionary link

between what grows
in the earth and animal life.

In fact, when I return
to essex college,

I expect to make this the
subject of my first lecture.

Dr. Decker, did you make any
other startling discoveries?

Perhaps.

But at this time I'd rather not
say anything more about it.

What happened to the pilot?

After I bailed out,
I expected him to follow me.

The plane must have
lost altitude too fast.

The pilot was killed.

Dr. Decker, you haven't
introduced us to your pet.

Oh, you mean Konga?

Oh, I see you've already
christened him.

Oh, yes, indeed.

He has a name
and a place in my heart.

Konga helped me find
my way to the village.

We've grown rather
attached to each other.

I couldn't think of
leaving him behind.

And now, if you don't mind, it's
been a long trip and a hard year.

I'm rather worn out, and I
should like to get home.

Oh, just one last question, doctor.
Yes?

Do you plan to write a book about
your hardships and adventures?

Well, what happened to me
personally is of small importance.

But if what I learned can add to the
boundaries of science, then perhaps I shall.

Well, good luck to you, sir.

I thank you. And
thank you, doctor.

Well, Margaret, it certainly
is good to be back.

Food, comfort, warmth,

my reference books,
the laboratory...

You haven't once said
you were glad to see me.

Of course I'm glad to see you.

After all,
you've been my secretary,

assistant, housekeeper, confidante
and most of all, my good friend.

Well, you do throw me
a few crumbs, now and then,

provided I beg for them.

You now, Charles,
you should realize

that to call a woman just a good
friend is almost an insult.

Now, Margaret,

you know there's very little room for
sentiment in the life of a scientist.

When you want to, you can turn on the
charm, especially with strangers.

Protective adaptation.

Just the same, you can show
me a little more warmth.

After all, I kept up with your
experiments while you were gone.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

I felt that you were still alive,
even before I heard from you.

I kept all your affairs
in order for an entire year.

And I'm grateful for that.

Yet, what's the first thing
you do when you get back?

Worry about this little chimpanzee
you brought back with you.

And what concern!

In fact, in your
only letter last week,

nothing about me,

just a firm instruction
to have a large cage built.

You should understand, Margaret,

that letter-writing
in the jungle

is quite a chore.

When you insisted on
inspecting his cage.

Was it strong enough,
large enough, warm enough?

You didn't even ask me
how I felt, how I managed.

Konga came first.

You're not going to be
jealous of a little chimp?

You cater to him as if he had
royal blood in his veins.

He does.

That little chimp is the first
of a long line of kings,

kings of the earth.

What do you mean?

Precisely what I said.

Through Konga, I shall not only
dominate a corner of the earth,

but Blaze a new trail
in science.

That little chimp will become the
first link in modern evolution

between plant and animal life.

Charles, dear,
what are you saying?

I'm afraid you're
showing the effects

of being away too long.

No, it isn't that.

Why do you think
I endured danger, hardship?

Only because I had found
the means to a successful end.

I can expect skepticism, even
mockery, from the outside world,

but from you,

who've worked with me in my
experiments for all these years,

from you, who've been
close to my dreams...

Oh, Charles,
I wasn't mocking, but...

Well, what you say
is so startling.

Everything new is startling.

Very well, I'll keep
an open mind.

But I really wish you would
tell me what's in your mind,

what you propose to do.

That's a fair enough challenge.

We can start now.

Come on, help me. Let's clear
the earth of these blooms.

Charles, you're being ruthless.

I'm through with them. They've
already served their purpose.

I finished my paper on natural
habitat of flora a long time ago.

But how carefully
I tended these flowers.

We're no longer interested
in the decorative.

Besides, I'll need every inch of earth for
the new plants I brought from Uganda.

Open the bag.

Well, at least you could
have cut the flowers,

sent them away to a hospital.

They could have brightened
the lives of the sick.

Generous, but stupid.

After they disintegrate, I shall use
them as mulch to feed the new plants.

Turn up the temperature.

It's 72 in here now.

90 is what we need.

I must reproduce
the jungle climate.

Humidity, moisture, and heat.

Won't these take time
for growth?

No, they're already predisposed.

That's what's so unique
about these plants.

Centuries and nature have
already worked their magic.

They grow fast. And that remarkable
characteristic can be transferred, by me.

The structure is very strange.
I've never seen one like this.

Nor has anyone else in
this part of the earth.

The native witch doctor
who introduced them to me

explained some of their
remarkable characteristics.

What are they?

Human.

What?

I said, human.

Extracts from these plants

may well prove to be the link
between vegetable and animal life.

And extracts from these leaves, when they've
reached full growth and development,

will contain human properties when
injected into the circulatory system.

Charles, I can't grasp
all you're trying to do.

I know you're
in earnest about it,

but don't you think
you should rest?

Are you tired?

More than just tired.

I... I can't breathe.

I can't stand the heat in here.

I feel faint,
I must get some air.

You're right, Margaret,
we can continue tomorrow.

A little rest is
what we both need.

I've brought a cup of tea
for you, dear.

Thank you, Margaret.
Put it down.

You see these roots?

They contain properties
that are startling.

The same witch doctor
who befriended me

showed me how he used them to stimulate
growth in stunted animals.

No wonder his own people
considered him a miracle worker.

He must have been
a very wise old man.

He certainly proved it to me.

Don't ever be fooled
by the word "primitive,"

as applied to
so-called witch doctors.

This one knew things
that made me seem backward.

I was fascinated
not only by his cures,

but by the way he
controlled his patients.

How do you mean, "controlled"?

He didn't tell me this,
but I suspect

that into his poultices
he put some seeds

that made them obedient,
almost subservient to him.

His word was law.

I've just added some of
those seeds to the blend.

They come from a rare flower.

What a fool I am, chattering like a
magpie instead of watching the flame.

Oh, look, even tabby is
fascinated by your experiment.

Well, how did he get in?
Why didn't you shut the door?

You've neglected
tabby shamefully.

Charles? Charles, what on
earth are you looking for?

What's the matter
with you, Charles?

Have you gone out of your mind?

You fool, do you think I want the
biggest experiment of my life

menaced by a cat?

Even those few drops might have made
tabby swell up to huge proportions.

We're not ready yet to have
a cat the size of a leopard

running through the streets.

Besides, Konga is the
subject of my experiment.

We'll have to bury him
in the yard tonight.

Everything is flourishing
just beautifully.

They've already reached
maturity in a period of a week.

Charles, it's amazing.

Look, Margaret, how they
devour these chunks of meat.

These carnivorous plants
are remarkably constructed.

Their strong stems secrete an acid
enzyme that digests almost anything.

Hand me the clippers, Margaret.

Some of these leaves
are ready for use right now.

Let's go back to the laboratory.

Open the cage, Margaret.

Hello, Konga.

Take the collar off
and hold him, Margaret.

Come, now, Konga.

You know I won't hurt you.

There's a good boy.

In a little while, the serum
will begin to take effect.

It works.

It works!

Charles, I... I can't believe it.

But I did see it
with my own eyes.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

It's all clear to me.

Even why you stayed away
for an entire year.

What you have done
will startle the world.

In this village where I stayed,

the natives were very friendly.

They were members
of the bantu-speaking tribes.

And in this particular village,

they called themselves
the bugandas.

The bugandas are
of medium height,

and do not normally mutilate
or scarify their bodies,

but enjoy wearing
ornaments and souvenirs

taken from the game
that they have killed.

They love making
various trinkets,

such as this solid Pearl dish,

and also make many wonderful
woodcarvings with intricate designs.

Their staple diet
is green bananas,

steamed and eaten hot
with beans and sweet potatoes.

The bugandas have
extreme regard for decency

and their women are
always clothed in public.

They love dancing, and have ritual
dances practically every day,

celebrating a birth, death,
and just about everything.

Here we see
some of the pet snakes

belonging to one of their
young witch doctors,

whose name is masabba.

Lee, Bob, Steven,
open the blinds.

Yes, sir.

Now, you have shared with me some
of the wonders of the jungle.

I was able to capture on film.

Incidentally, it was a stroke of
luck I could rescue my camera

and part of my equipment
when I bailed out.

Tomorrow, we'll take up
the story of plant hormones.

We'll investigate
the environmental factors,

such as light, temperatures,
soils and irrigation,

and we will learn that plants
are man's greatest allies.

For without them,
we could not survive.

Class is dismissed.

Sandra, let's go out
for some coffee.

You run along, Bob.
I'll meet you later.

I promised to help Dr. Decker.

Well, Sandra, I'm glad you volunteered
to help me with the diagrams.

You know how much I enjoy
working with you, Dr. Decker.

This may not have anything
to do with classwork,

but I can't get over
how you've grown.

Well, you were gone a year.

That's true, and I, of all people,
should understand growth.

But in you it's more than that.

There's a maturity
about you now, Sandra,

and how pretty you've grown.

Thank you, Dr. Decker.

I suppose you must get
a great deal of attention.

I saw a little of it
here in my class.

In fact, I should say
at this very moment,

Bob is impatiently
waiting for you.

He'll have to get used to it.

I don't take any of
his attention seriously.

I expect to go into chemistry
and physics after your course.

My studies will come first.

I hope so, Sandra.

You have it in you
to become a true scientist.

And I should like to guide
you in your development.

There will be extracurricular
experiments.

And if you have the time, I could use
a bright assistant here at school.

I'd like to volunteer.
I want to help.

Especially with those new discoveries
that you hinted at in class.

When you spoke of them, there was a look
on your face, doctor, that thrilled me.

It made science
very interesting.

It is very exciting.

My experiments
will lead to a new world.

Oh, hello, Dr. Decker. Good
afternoon, miss barnesdell.

Will you tell
Dean Foster I am here?

Of course. He's waiting for you.

Dr. Decker has arrived, sir.

Certainly.

Will you come this way?

You wanted to talk
to me, Dean Foster?

Yes, Charles. I hope you
won't take offense at this.

It's not really a reprimand.
But I,

rather, the school, keeps getting repercussions of that
interview you gave the other day.

You mean the newspaper one?

Precisely.

I'm referring to the interview
you gave the evening standard.

I merely answered
a few questions.

Exactly what did I say
that stirred up trouble?

You made some kind of remark about
establishing a closer evolutionary link

between plant life and humans.

Oh, that.

You realize that it's one thing

for an individual to
make extravagant claims,

but when you're part of
an educational institution...

In other words, you don't object
if I make an ass of myself,

so long as I don't besmear the
sacred name of the college.

Since you put it
so bluntly, yes.

But what if the shoe
was on the other foot?

I don't quite follow.

What if my experiments and findings
will reflect great glory on the school?

Surely, Charles, you are not
serious about your claims?

I am.

When I have completed my experiment,
extra-curricular, of course,

on directed mutation,

I shall prove conclusively

that I can inject the essence
of plant cells

into the animal bloodstream.

Ultimately, I shall be able to
change the shape of human beings.

Stop it, Charles, you're mad.

Don't ever repeat this.

Your stay in the jungle, the hardship,
the privation, the isolation,

I'm sure they must have
deranged you temporarily.

I think it was a mistake to bring you back
into harness so soon after your ordeal.

Charles, you need a rest.
A long rest.

And at tomorrow's faculty meeting,
I shall strongly recommend it.

Discreetly, of course.

I don't want a rest.
I want to go on with my work.

You'll do as I order or...

Dean Foster, nothing you do
or say can stop me.

Trailblazers were always mocked.
Even put away.

The classroom is safe and secure

and that's why you want
nothing disturbed.

But I have risked my life
to learn something new.

I know the truth because
I have lived with it.

And no one, you hear? No one will
prevent me giving it to the world.

So long as I am Dean of this
college, you'll do as I say.

Oh, Konga, you brought it!
That's wonderful!

Konga, I think you really
deserve something for that.

Here you are, a banana.

Oh, Konga.

Well, I see you two
have become great friends.

Do you know, I told him to go upstairs
and bring me down some tea, and he did.

Oh, I think he's adorable.

And the way he reacts,
he's so human.

Come on!

There you go.

Have you recorded
all the measurements?

Yes, they're all charted.

Has he grown in
correct proportion?

It's a miracle, but he has.
Everything checks.

You're sure, now? I want no
blunders on these records.

But of course I'm sure.
The figures are accurate.

Charles, dear, I know you don't
like anyone fussing over you,

but you do seem rather
perturbed about something.

I wish you'd tell me
what's bothering you.

No, it's nothing, really.

Well, it must be something,
since it shows so clearly.

Well, if you must know,

I had a sample of official
stupidity this afternoon

which would make anyone angry.

It's a wonder
I didn't boil over.

Oh, that session with the Dean.

Would you believe it?
He dressed me down

for the interview
I gave the newspapers.

Talked to me like
an officious headmaster.

Just as if I were
some young fledgling

who had made a fool
of himself in public.

Well, they don't like newspaper publicity.
Not for an individual.

But I have no intention
of hugging the limelight.

Whatever credit there is, I'll gladly
share it with the college, you know that.

Yes, but did you
tell the Dean that?

Of course I did,
but that didn't stop him.

He only became more
officious, more dictatorial.

He even laughed at me.

He thinks I'm crazy.

Well, you really
can't blame him.

After all,
I thought so, too, until...

What I mean is, if you can
bring him the proof...

No, his mind is made up.

In fact, I think he
plans to stow me away,

to cheat me out of
my chance of greatness.

But before he does, I'll
do my best, my very best,

to convince him.

Margaret,
the new serum is ready.

Shouldn't you wait?
Isn't it too soon?

No, the time is now.

Give me the key of the cage.

Please leave. I want to
be alone with Konga.

Here, boy.

Sit down. Down you go.

Konga, listen to
me very carefully.

That's right, look at me.

After all, we know each other

much better than
the world suspects.

Follow this light.

It will help you concentrate.

Remember every word I say.

I am your master
and you must obey me.

Do you remember how it was in the
jungle when you were little?

You had many fears until
I took control of you.

Now you no longer
have any fears.

Not of man, not of beast,
so long as you obey me.

I have transformed you into
a giant of great strength.

With one blow of those powerful
arms I have given you,

you can snap a neck,
crush a skull.

And that is what you shall do,

at my bidding.

Tonight I shall take you on
your first test of obedience.

You will not fail me
because you know

I shall always take care of you,

shield you and protect you,

and bring you back safely.

Margaret, come down.

I... I don't believe it.

But it is so. I've done it.

Charles, it's astounding.

And tonight, I'm taking Konga
on his first test of obedience.

College Dean killed
by mysterious assassin.

Murdered in his own study.
Official.

Get your standard.
Evening standard.

College Dean killed by mysterious assassin.
Murdered in his own study.

Well, what are the findings?

His neck was broken, sir.

The 7th cervical vertebra was
snapped, and the clavicle crushed.

What weapon
do you suppose was used?

Well, that's just it, sir.

The weapon must've been an arm.

An arm strong enough to
literally tear his head off.

What kind of an arm?

Certainly not one
that belonged to a human.

The lab reported
some black hairs

on the back of
Dean Foster's neck.

They were the hairs
of an animal.

Are you saying
that it was an animal?

We're driven to
that conclusion, sir.

But how could an animal rove
the streets and not be seen?

We've checked the zoo, queried animal
trainers and a traveling circus,

but nobody has reported
any escaped beast.

However improbable,
Dean Foster was killed

by a powerful, cunning, ruthless
animal that somehow is at large.

Have you seen the headlines?

Oh, not really,
I haven't had time.

"Police comb London
for Dean's killer."

Oh, I knew about that.
All classes were dismissed.

"Police comb London
for Dean's killer."

Everyone at school
was terribly shocked.

The students as well
as the teachers.

Yes. Everyone was shocked,
except you.

And what do you mean by that?

Now, Charles, you're not going to
slip on a mask of innocence for me.

I wish you'd stop
talking in riddles.

What are you trying to say?

You killed Dean Foster.

Nonsense.

I wasn't anywhere near him
when it happened.

What's the difference? And
stop quibbling about details.

Granted, you weren't near
him, but you had it done.

It's just the same, you
killed Dean Foster.

Stop shouting, you fool.
I was not shouting.

And even if I'd whispered, it would've rung
in your ears, because you know it's true.

Very well,
we killed Dean Foster.

What are you going
to do about it?

What can I do?

In my own mind and heart,

I've already taken you,
for better or for worse.

Oh, Charles,

I never dreamed you could kill.

You know I had to
sooner or later.

I would have been forced to
kill someone through Konga.

Just to prove I was right. Just to
make my experiment a success.

But to pick a man
like Dean Foster.

What's the difference?

Rabbits, dogs, mice,

you'll find them in
1,000 laboratories,

each carcass making an important
contribution towards ultimate truth.

You went beyond
rabbits and Guinea pigs...

I had to make a test.

I had to know whether
obedience to my will

was one of the properties
I could convey with the serum.

It could have been a
charwoman or a streetwalker.

But Foster threatened
my life's work.

Thus, for a double reason,
he had to be liquidated.

Poor Foster.

Regrettable.

But in science, a human
being is only a cipher.

Charles!

Listen to your own words.

Examine your deeds.

You're inhuman.

I won't be to you.

How can I be sure of that?

Have I ever
given you cause to doubt?

I'm not speaking of the past.

It's the present,
and the future.

I have to be sure.

You mean, that is
your price for silence?

If you put it that way.

Margaret, I'm going to prove to you that
I can be more generous than you are.

Actually, I don't have to
promise or agree to anything.

Supposing you did blab, how do you
think the police would look at it?

You are an accessory
to all my experiments,

a part of everything I've done.

Including murder.

But I'm willing
to overlook all that.

You tell me what you want
and it's yours.

I want you to marry me.

Marry you?

Yes.

I'm tired of living and
working in your shadow.

I've had enough of this
backstreet existence.

Pretending to be only your
housekeeper, secretary, and assistant.

I'm tired of lifted eyebrows on those
rare occasions when we go out together.

Of whisperings and gossip.

I'm tired of not being able to
share everything with you openly.

Whatever may be shoddy
and soiled in my life,

at least one thing
will be clean.

I will be Mrs. Charles Decker.

And you shall be, very soon.

Oh, Charles.

In a way, dear,
this is a good move.

Now there is absolutely
nothing I need keep from you.

You shall know all I know, and you
will be able to help me in every way.

Oh, yes. Yes, I shall.

But until we marry...
When will that be?

As soon as
the school term is over.

That'll give us
a chance for a honeymoon.

Oh, wonderful.

I repeat, until we
marry, not a word.

There must be no outward change.

In the eyes of the world, you are still
my housekeeper, secretary, and assistant.

Whatever you say, Charles.
Whatever you say.

It's stifling in here.

I'll join you in the laboratory.

Miss barnesdell, we know you're
upset about what happened.

It was terrible.
I... I can't get over it.

But I'm sure you'd like
to help us, if you can.

Of course.

Then if you don't mind,
just a few more questions.

Yes, anything. Anything at all.

How long had you been
Dean Foster's secretary?

Nearly 20 years.

I began as a typist and advanced to
the position of private secretary.

The Dean trusted me
with everything.

We're aware of that. That's
why we called you in again.

Now, think about this carefully:

Did Dean Foster
have any enemies?

None that I know of.

He was loved and
respected by everybody.

He was gentle, considerate
of the rights of others,

never lost his temper.

Yet, on this late afternoon,
when Dr. Decker was with him,

you said you heard loud voices?

Yes, I did indeed.

That's why I remembered it so clearly.
I was so surprised.

Could you hear what was said?

No, unfortunately not.

But I know I heard
loud and angry voices.

Hmm.

Did Dean Foster make
any comment on the meeting

after Dr. Decker left?

No.

He said he wanted to write a draft
of a recommendation in longhand,

and that he would dictate
it to me in the morning.

I offered to stay late.

But he told me to go home.

That's the last time I saw him.

Thank you very much, miss barnesdell.
That will be all for now.

Won't you come in, Dr. Decker?

Thank you.

Good morning, miss barnesdell.

Poor woman. She seems shattered.

You know how it is
with spinsters.

The Dean and her devotion to his
needs made up her entire life.

Dr. Decker, I hope you'll forgive
us for taking up your time.

Of course. Anything I can
possibly do to help, count on me.

We know you were with the
Dean for quite some time

on the afternoon
of the night he was killed.

That's right. We had a
conference after my last class.

What about?

The subject matter
might bore you.

Let's say we had
a scientific discussion.

We're not very advanced in botany,
doctor, but we'll try to understand.

What about?
I mean the conference.

Insectivorous plants.

I presume that means
insect-eating plants?

Precisely. Like thedionaea muscipula.
A fascinating plant.

During the year I was lost
in the jungle,

I had an opportunity to study some
remarkable and very unusual species

that exist nowhere else.

And that is what you
discussed with Dean Foster?

Yes.

Anything about the discussion
that could have made him angry?

Oh, no.

Did you quarrel with him?

Indeed not.

What could we
possible quarrel about?

In the course of the discussion,

there may have arisen
a difference of opinion.

Over what?

To explain that, I should require
a blackboard and a laboratory.

At this time we needn't
go into such detail,

but we'd like
to have one thing clear.

You insist there was
nothing personal

in the discussion
you had with Dean Foster?

Of course not.

I had the greatest regard and respect for
the Dean, and I believe he returned it.

Gentlemen, I don't know how much
experience you've had with scientists,

but they rarely quarrel.

They have a way of expunging the personal and
the emotional in the interests of truth.

In other words, what took place
between you and Dean Foster

might be compared to a debate.

Exactly.

If there was any clash,
it was a clash of opinion,

which we resolved before I left.

Did you have any reason
to believe otherwise?

No, we just wanted
to clear the air.

After all, neither of us had
anything to gain personally.

If my theories and
experiments hold up,

it's the school that will
receive the bulk of the credit.

You know, Dr. Decker, detection
of crime is also a science.

As one scientist to another,

do you have any theory as to why
or by whom Dean Foster was killed?

None whatever.
I wish I could help you.

But you see, I deal in life,

not in death.

I can't get over what
happened to poor Dean Foster.

Oh, it was shocking. Who would want
to kill a wonderful man like that?

He was always so thoughtful.

My husband
practically worshiped him.

10 years teaching under Dean
Foster, never one cross word.

And the brutal way in
which he was killed. Oh!

I'll never understand why.

I'm not over it yet.

Yes, it was a dreadful blow.

When Charles told me,
I was stunned by the news.

Oh, please excuse me, I've been
neglecting one of my guests.

I wonder when the board
will announce the new Dean?

Prof. Tagore, won't you
have another drink?

Thank you.

I hope you're
enjoying yourself, professor.

Oh, indeed I am.

I wonder if we could have
a little chat together?

Why, of course.

Dr. Decker, I can't tell you how
happy I was to be invited here.

An esteemed fellow botanist?

Believe me, professor,
the pleasure is mine.

I've been waiting to talk to you

ever since I read your paper on
mutation in the botanical review.

Especially in the light of
what you observed in Africa.

My report was hardly complete.

But I read something between
the lines that intrigued me.

You see, for the past 3 years

I have been engaged in experiments
designed to stimulate change.

Even as you, I have used some
species of insectivorous plants.

And have you published
any of your results?

No, not yet. Although I have gone
into the subject in great depth.

My interest began when I
was a student in Calcutta

where we did
a great deal of fieldwork.

The potential of
carnivorous plants

fascinated me from
the very beginning.

Especially the possibility of
transferring some of those traits.

It wouldn't surprise me if you, too,
have been exploring this field.

I make no secret of it.

The goal of every scientist is to
seek the new and the superior.

No matter how slow the progress,

I shall never
give up the search.

But I have gone
beyond just the search.

I have made some
startling discoveries

in the broad field of genetics.

The possibility of,
shall we say,

stimulating growth to a degree
never found before.

You mean,
with reference to plants?

I mean, higher forms of life.

And you base it
on supposition? Hope?

I base it on fact.

Tell me, Dr. Decker, have you
not sought that end yourself?

Prof. Tagore,
before I answer that,

I would like
to make a suggestion.

Why don't we join forces?

Perhaps work together
towards a common end?

Dr. Decker, I can't tell you how
much this offer flatters me,

but that kind of cooperation
would be impossible.

You see, doctor, this is not the
time to make it a mutual project.

After years of hard work, I am
so close to achieving my goal

that I feel positive of success.

I am certain I shall be the first to
proclaim a new method of mutation

which will accelerate
growth in such a manner

that it must
revolutionize the world.

I commend you on your zeal
and your enthusiasm,

even though you do insist
on working alone.

However, I can only remind
you that the true scientist

places science above himself.

Nevertheless, I must work alone.

But perhaps there could be no
harm in consulting with each other.

If you would like to see
a little of what I have done

and possibly comment on it,
I would feel honored.

I would love to.

Splendid. When would
you like to come?

Tonight.

You have aroused my curiosity to such
a degree it will give me no rest.

Let's say around midnight.

I'm sure my guests
will be gone by then.

I shall expect you.

This is where I live.

And when you arrive,
please knock hard at the door,

as I have no servants.

Expect me around midnight.

Oh, Dr. Decker,
Mrs. Clayton and I

were having a little discussion
about ornamental foliage.

And I'm sure you
could clear up a point.

Oh.

Oh, I'm glad they're all gone.

A party is a nuisance.

You know how I hate to have
strangers invade this house.

But tonight was important.

And coming so soon after what
happened to Dean Foster,

quite important.

Well, I'm glad
it served its purpose.

Margaret, you look tired.

Why don't you go to bed?

I've got some work to finish
in the laboratory.

Yes. Yes, you're right.

Good night, dear.

Ah, come in, Dr. Decker.
You are most welcome.

I'm so glad
I had the opportunity

of meeting and talking
with you this evening.

I, too, have very much
wanted to meet you.

And I was very happy
when you accepted

the invitation to
my party tonight.

This way, please.

Your laboratory seems
very well equipped.

Everything I need is here.

Sometimes I don't
leave this place for days.

Believe me, prof. Tagore, I
understand that, but who else would?

The poor layman doesn't
know what he misses.

The feeling of losing yourself,

not only in work
but in discovery.

A wonderful feeling of peeling
off layer after layer,

like petals from
some rare flower,

and, finally, achieving
the ultimate secret.

When you speak of the ultimate...

I mean the goal towards which
we are both driving ourselves.

I mean taking a form
of life in one stage,

and changing it into a higher
one in a matter of minutes,

where nature itself
would take millions of years.

Prof. Tagore,
you know what I mean.

Not only change, but the
godlike power of creation.

Tell me truthfully, Dr. Decker.

In your experiments, have you
already reached this final stage?

I have.

I was eager to come here
to see with my own eyes

what stage of development
you had reached.

The boundaries you crossed may
be new to you, but not to me.

Dr. Decker,
believe me when I say

the boundaries I have crossed
are not new to me.

I know I have gone beyond you.

And my dear prof. Tagore,

I will not allow you or anyone
to obliterate my work.

The countless lonely hours
I spent in Uganda,

the years of trial and error,
study and experiments.

I have earned the glory
that will be mine.

But...

But are you able, as I am,

to produce the necessary scientific
proof that will convince the world?

I am.

And at the right time, I shall.

Prof. Tagore, you are too late!

Konga.

Konga!

You've done all I've asked,
to the last detail.

You've executed every
order I've given you.

Come, tonight's work
is finished.

We can go home.

Another cup of coffee, darling?

No, thank you, Margaret.
I have to hurry.

The class will be waiting.

Oh, a few more minutes
won't matter.

After all,
you worked late last night.

I know. Just the same,

I like to set an example
of punctuality.

Here, dear, I've packed
your lunch for you.

Oh, what time
will you want dinner?

Better not wait. There's a
good chance that I'll be late.

Anyway, the important one
to feed is Konga.

Oh, you needn't worry.
I'll look after Konga.

As big as he has become, I still
have the same affection for him.

He can still be gentle.
Especially after I've fed him.

Goodbye, Margaret.

- Good morning, Dr. Decker.
- Good morning.

Are we all here?

Yes.

Now remember, this is a field
trip to study mosses and ferns.

It's not a picnic, though I don't
object to your enjoying it.

Of course not. But we're
here to get educated.

You'll never make it in one day

that's enough joking.
Now get in.

You'll all have to sit
on the floor, close together,

but I'm sure
you won't mind that.

Not if I can sit next to Hermione.
Oh, thanks for the warning.

In you go, all of you.

Now, mind you don't
step on the lamp.

Oh, Sandra, I want you
to sit up front with me.

We'll have to go over some
of the points in the lesson,

because I'll need you
to Mark the papers.

Yes, Dr. Decker.

Dr. Decker, is there
room for 3 up front?

It would interfere
with the driving.

Besides, I'm afraid, Bob, you'll have
to do your courting in your own time.

Perhaps I'd better repeat,
this is a study period,

simply transferred from the
classroom to an open field.

Like it or not, Bob,
you sit with the peasants.

Well, Bob, poor Bob,
after all your dreams

you didn't get to sit up front.

You'll have to make
the best of it with us.

Why don't you all shut up?

Manners, mind your manners, Bob.

He's really got it bad.

And the way he shows it.

Well, you can't blame him.
Sandra's a very pretty girl.

Why don't you quit talking
about me and leave me alone?

Now, Bob, calm down.

With Sandra, lessons come first.

You know how keen
she is on botany.

Is she?

And I'm sure that's all
they're talking about.

He's subject to broken hearts.

Music is what we all need.

And I've brought my radio.

Go on.

I've looked forward
to this trip very much.

Are you preparing another paper
for the botanical review?

Not at this time.

You know, Sandra, I don't always
think of you as a student, a pupil.

That's really why I've been
so full of anticipation.

We'll have all day, perhaps we
can carve out a little time.

I mean, just for ourselves.

Ready, everyone?

- Yeah.
- Follow me.

Now, as you see, these ferns,

in addition to leaves and
stems, have true roots,

and a conductive system through which
water is drawn up from the ground

and distributed to
the rest of the plant.

These are quite small.

But in tropical countries
they grow to giant size.

This is really
a remarkable plant.

In fact, the fern family has a history
that dates back to prehistoric ages.

Now, I want you all
to scour the woods

and gather specimens
of ferns and related plants.

Tomorrow in class we'll discuss
them in greater detail.

Looks like it might rain,
Dr. Decker.

I think it'll pass.

But if there is a shower,

we'll all meet in the ranger's
hut at the end of the trail.

We have his permission
to use it.

Now, rain or shine, begin.
I'll join you soon.

I left my lunch on the
front seat of the truck.

We'll start in a few minutes.

Well, come on, Sandra.

I can't now, Bob.

Dr. Decker asked me to help him
prepare the list of questions on ferns.

Dr. Decker asks you
to do too many things.

He seems to lean on you
rather heavily.

If he does, I'm pleased.

Well, I'm not.

His authority as a teacher
should end in the classroom.

And where do you think
yours should begin?

Sandra,
I'm not trying to quarrel.

But I don't like
his influence over you.

If you weren't so blind,
you'd have noticed it, too.

Before he came back everything
was wonderful between us.

We had time for study
and for each other.

Now it's all changed.

All it hear about is botany
and science, and Dr. Decker.

And I think
he comes first with you

although he's old enough
to be your father.

It's unnatural.

Bob, you're twisting things.

Yes, Dr. Decker is old enough to be
my teacher, and that's about it.

It doesn't seem that way to me.

And all would be the same between
us if you didn't nag me so.

You want to take me to school,
sit next to me in class,

bring me back,
do our homework together.

You don't want to give me any
time to think, to study.

It's because I love you.

But I'm not ready
for that kind of love.

And anyway,
as Dr. Decker pointed out,

this field trip is part
of the classwork.

We shall have to talk
about ourselves

and our personal problems
some other time.

Tonight?

Very well.

Pick me up tonight at 8:00.

You better catch up
with the class.

Ready, Sandra?

Yes, Dr. Decker.

Hey, where's Sandra, Bob?

With Dr. Decker.

Gathering moss, no doubt.

Or, uh, special ferns.

How can you tell
what they're doing?

We're psychic, that's how.

Well, you don't exactly
need a crystal ball.

I've taken walks
through the woods before.

I think you've all said enough.

No, let them say what they like.

I'm afraid they all have evil minds.
I'm just not listening.

And anyway,

I'd better learn something
about these plants

if I want to get a passing Mark.

Hey come on,
let's get to the ranger's hut.

Come on, Mary. Come on, come on.

Come on, quick. Quick, quick.

Oh, no.

Somebody turn the lights on.

Hey, a fire'd be great
on a day like this, huh?

Oh, yeah.

I wonder where Dr. Decker
and Sandra could be.

Come away from the window, Bob.

What you can't see
won't hurt you.

Let's hope Dr. Decker's
got an umbrella with him.

Yes, indeed, we don't want
Sandra catching cold.

Danny, let's have some music.

I'm for that, go ahead, Danny,
tune in on something.

Well, it looks like
an all-day rain.

Does that mean that the
class is dismissed, sir?

We might as well get back.

There's no point in combing
the woods in the rain.

All of you return to the truck.

It's down the road
as near as we could get it.

Sandra will show you
where it's parked.

Right. Come on, kids.

I'll close up the hut.

Dr. Decker?

Have you forgotten
something, Bob?

No, sir. I... I just had
to talk to you.

Look, Bob,
if it's about your work,

school will be the proper place.

No, it has nothing
to do with work.

What I have to talk to
you about is personal.

Well, what is it?

I'd like to ask you
to leave Sandra alone.

That's a strange request.
Leave her alone? How?

She's a student in
my class, you know.

Tell me, Bob, has Sandra instructed
you to make this request?

Don't throw a lot
of questions at me.

You're trying to confuse me
the way you've mixed her up.

Anyway, I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you.

You leave her alone.

Be her teacher and nothing else.

You've got her
hypnotized in some way.

That's the only way I can
explain what's come over her.

You find 100 excuses
to meet her after school

to be with her,
to keep her from me.

You leave her alone or else.

Are you threatening me?

Yes, I am!

If I lose Sandra
because of you, I'll...

You...

I'm sorry, Dr. Decker.

You'll probably have me
expelled for this.

I should do that.

I didn't mean it.

I guess I'm so crazy with jealousy I...
I didn't know what I was doing.

I didn't realize you felt
so strongly about Sandra.

No matter what
your feelings are,

you should try to
control your temper.

With a rage like yours
you might kill somebody.

I am sorry, sir.

I don't know
what else I can say.

I hope you won't go
shouting your mouth off

to the other students
about this.

Oh, no, sir. I give you my word.
I... I won't say anything.

It doesn't make me
look too good.

Indeed it doesn't.

Will you report me, sir?

No.

It's better for both of us
to forget it.

Let's get to the truck before the
others start wondering what happened.

Hurry, Bob.

I'm coming, mom.

Dinner will be over before
you've had your first bite.

He doesn't give
himself time to eat.

That's not enough
for a growing boy.

I don't feel
much like food, dad.

Of course not.

It's vulgar to eat
when you're in love.

I saw a silly film about love.

A waste of time it was, too.

All they did was, "darling,
I love you, I love you."

Ah, sickening.

You're too young to understand.

Shut up, you brats.

I'd rather go to
a funfair anytime.

I'll be home late, mom.

But Bob, you haven't
had any dinner.

Oh, I'm not hungry. Besides,
I haven't got much time.

I don't want
to keep Sandra waiting.

No woman's worth
going hungry for.

That's just how I feel, dad.
Thank you, son.

Eric, be quiet.

John, you forget how
you were at his age.

I always ate first.

Times have changed, dad.
My date comes first.

I'm on your side, Bob.

If my boyfriend
ever kept me waiting,

I don't know what I should do.

You're crazy. You haven't
even got a boyfriend.

I do so have one.

There's a new boy in school.

The son of a doctor.

You go on like that
and you'll need a doctor.

Now then, mind your
manners, you two.

Good night, mom, dad.

Bob, I wish you'd get things
settled with this girl.

She's so much on your mind,
you can't eat or sleep.

And I don't think you're concentrating on
your studies. All you think of is Sandra.

Oh, dad, let's not
go into all that now.

Anyway, this is our
first date this week.

I don't want to spoil it
by being late.

You'll spoil her, if you can't
control your eagerness.

As the Americans say,
play it cool.

Don't worry, dad. I've got
everything under control. Night.

You know, he's really
in love with that girl.

Bob! Bob!

Get a doctor, quickly!

Bob.

Here, Konga.

In you go.

We, um...

We know that talking about it
so soon is painful,

but I'm sure you'd like to help.

Yes, I... I'll try.

Well, um...

Have you, um, any idea at
all who could've done this?

That's what's so
terrible about it.

The boy had no enemies.

Not in the neighborhood,
nor at school.

In fact, he was a popular lad.

Where was he going tonight?

He had a date with his
girlfriend, Sandra Banks.

Did he, um, have any rivals?

You know, sometimes these
youngsters feel pretty strongly.

No,

no rivals.

See, Sandra's not
that sort of a girl.

She's... she's the studious type.

When she wasn't
out with our boy,

she was locked up
with her books.

Oh, what good is all this?

It's a student from
the same school, sir.

Well, there's no doubt that
the murders of Dean Foster,

prof. Tagore and this
young lad are related.

And in no single case
is there a logical motive.

Not one of the 3
had any known enemies.

The only clue that has come through
so far, according to the lab,

are a few black hairs
found on the victims.

The lab seem to think they could
come from either a chimpanzee,

or an animal of that family.

There's really
not much to work on.

I've also looked into the
escaped-animal angle. Leads nowhere.

The trail seems to end
without a solid clue.

- Lawson.
- Yes, sir?

I want you and redmond to question
the entire school. Leave no one out.

That goes for every employee,
every pupil, every teacher.

- Right?
- Right, sir.

Breakfast as usual
with your morning paper.

You know dear,
I'm a slave to habit.

You needn't be so smug about it.

What are you having with
your poached egg? Murder?

Margaret, if there's one thing
I can't abide, it's hysterics.

Especially in the morning.

How could you do this?

Do what?

You know very well what.

Why did this boy have to die?
Why did you kill him?

I can't say I relish
your choice of words.

I did not kill him.

Stop hiding
behind technicalities.

And say it any way you like.

You killed Bob kenton.
You had it done.

- I know how.
- But I've to ask why?

Will you please
control yourself?

How did he stand in your way?

You ask too many questions.

Then you have no answer for me?

I don't have to give you one.

But if you stopped your
hysterics long enough to think,

you would find a reason.

A great scientific experiment
is being conducted by me.

Apparently, this takes place on a
scale greater than you understand,

even though
you are assisting me.

That still is no explanation
of a cruel, needless murder.

You lose track of
the important thing.

I had to make another test
of Konga for obedience.

It worked. It worked perfectly.

There is my answer.

If the results upset you,
distress you, I can't help it.

Distress?

What you've done goes
far beyond distress.

It's shocking.

More than you can cope with?

Then perhaps you want to quit.
You want to leave me?

No.

No, I can't.

It's too late for that. I know.

But it's time you got off your
scientific perch and faced a few facts.

Like what?

For one thing,
the fact of danger.

Sooner or later the police
will catch up with you.

They haven't, as yet.

It's a point of pride with me that
every test of Konga's obedience

was so carefully planned and
executed that no clues were left.

Charles, your luck will run out.

And when it does, your work, your
discoveries, everything, will be lost,

including us.

You do have a point.

Perhaps the time has come
when I should destroy Konga.

Destroy Konga?
But why?

Just as you said, Margaret: Before
the discovery of Konga destroys us.

Actually, I no longer need him.
I have the formula.

I have all the records
and notes.

What I succeeded
in doing with Konga,

I can do again
with another chimp.

Yes, we'll leave for Africa.

I can depend on the friendship
of the natives in Uganda.

With their help

I'll build another laboratory and
continue my experiments without danger.

Carry them even beyond the
stage I reached here.

When do you think
we should leave?

We must not arouse suspicion.

We shall have to wait
for several weeks.

In fact, I shall attend
the boy's funeral tomorrow.

And furthermore, I'll invite
Sandra Banks, his girlfriend,

to come here for dinner.

Do you think that's wise?

Why not?

Teacher consoling
bereaved pupil.

Thank you for your kindness
and hospitality, Dr. Decker.

It was very nice of you
to invite me here for dinner.

We enjoyed your company.

Come, Sandra. I'd like to
show you my greenhouse.

I'd love to see it.

Well, I think I'll clear
these things away.

I just can't get over
what happened to Bob.

Who would want to kill him?

Now, now, Sandra.
You must try to forget.

Sandra, in my greenhouse you won't
find the tame, domestic blooms

that grow in a formal garden.

Take this one. I found it in the thick
of the jungle and grew it here.

I've never seen
anything like it.

I'm proud of it, Sandra.

For in its present shape,
it is my creation.

You see, the key to all life
lies in the cell.

And I have trained cells
to perform miracles

of biological engineering
in cytoplasm.

What will amaze the world is that
I've bypassed normal evolution.

By stimulating the centrosomes,
I have speeded up cell division.

I've changed its basic nature

from insectivorous
to carnivorous.

Don't get too close, my dear. There's
danger in that hungry plant.

It thrives on meat.

It's strange and
very frightening.

Why is it so hot in here?

It must be.

These plants would perish
without their native heat.

I keep the temperature
at 90 degrees.

I want you to get used to it.

I want you to feel at home
in an atmosphere like this.

I want you to become familiar with the
wondrous potentials of these plants.

So that step by step,
and hand in hand,

I can lead you to the brink
of my greatest experiment.

You want me to work with you?

Yes, to assist me in every way.

But you already have
a very capable assistant.

Poor Margaret.

I'm afraid her usefulness
to me is over.

I've been patient with her.
I did my utmost to train her.

But she lacks your
instinctive grasp of botany.

I need a young,
fresh mind like yours.

Besides, I require more than
just a laboratory assistant.

Sandra, I need you
to work with me.

To be with me.

Sandra, dear, if you join with
me, I can promise you adventure,

the thrill of discovery, and a glory
greater than any woman has ever known.

Konga.

Konga. Follow this light.

You're going to do
exactly what I tell you.

That's right, Konga.
Keep following this light.

It will help you concentrate.

I feel faint.

I must get out.

Not yet.

Not until you promise me
that you'll work with me.

I can't work with you.

You must.

As your teacher,
I watched you grow.

I helped and encouraged you,
took pride in your work.

Now you are ready
for an alliance with me.

We will work closely
together, only the 2 of us.

And in time, you'll share
all the glory with me.

Will you do as I say?

Please, Dr. Decker.
This greenhouse is stifling.

I must leave now.

I can't let you go
before I get an answer.

I'm not ready to work with you.
I have so much to learn.

Let me be the judge of that.

Let me go!

Sandra, you know I love you.

Let me go!

Now, listen carefully.

From now on,
you must do as I say.

You'll follow my
instructions, only mine.

No matter what I ask you
to do, you must obey.

And I shall be
the one to protect you.

I and no one else.

After this, Konga, it will be
easier for you to obey me.

This will bring you more
power, greater strength,

and you will use it all
as I have instructed you.

Go, Konga.

You have your orders, obey them.

I told you to go, Konga.

Gol

No. No.

Konga!

Konga! Konga!

Put me down! Konga!

no!

Konga!

Let me go! Please, let me go!

Please, I beg of you. Let me go.

Let me go.

Konga!

Let me...

Konga!
Let me down.

Look!

Help. Help me.

Somebody help me.

I said, let me down.

You fool!

Konga, let me down.

Konga!

Look!

Konga, let me go.

Look!

Konga!

Help!

Help!

It's on its way towards where?

Yes. Right away.

Fantastic.

There's a huge monster
gorilla that's constantly growing

to outlandish proportions,
loose in the streets.

He's moving towards
the embankment area.

Yes, sir?

Contact all
available patrol cars.

Have them come in
to headquarters.

And equip them with arms immediately.
Get my car ready.

I'll be right down to
issue further orders.

Yes, sir.

Call commissioner garland at his home.
Notify him of the emergency.

Then call the war office,
tell them what's happening,

request them rush some armed
troops to the embankment area.

I'll give them the position
on radio telephone.

Right, sir.

Get me commissioner
garland's home, right away.

On the double. Come along.

Hurry up, old boy.

Konga, put me down.
Please. Put me down.

Let me down!

Let me down! Let me down!

I said, let me down!

You fool!

Konga!

Help!

Konga! Konga!
Let me down.

Hey, look, he's stopped.

Yeah, he's standing still.

Where could he have come from?

Come on, boys, on the double. Quick,
place that machine gun over there.

Come on, move it!

Konga! Konga!

I've never seen
anything like it before.

My men are ready, commissioner.

General, the only thing we can possibly
do is to try and bring it down.

I agree with you. Give the
order to fire at once.

Yes, sir.

Men, take your positions.

Take aim.
Firel

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