Original subtitles

(gong crashing)

(dramatic adventurous music)

- [V.O.] Cradled within the arms of the rivers Ganges

and Brahmaputra to the south,

and the mysterious plateau of Tibet to the north,

majestically stands the mightiest

mountain range on the face of the Earth.

The Himalaya.

This is the story of an expedition to this rugged barrier.

Not to assault on its windswept, towering heights,

but to find and study plant life,

which had heretofore been unknown or inaccessible.

(wind howling)

This is the story of that mission.

Of how a small group of people found themselves

in pursuit of a crude and primitive civilization,

which once only existed as a figment

of the imagination.

(thunder rumbling) (lightning rumbles)

(wind howls)

(intense music)

(engines buzzing)

Starting from Los Angeles, California,

and after careful study of the region,

the first leg of the expedition

took me to Bombay, India.

(engines buzzing)

(engine roar)

(soft music)

From there I proceeded to the town of Shekar,

the last settlement before

entering the wilderness of rock and ice.

There I selected ten Sherpa natives to serve as porters.

My name is Parrish.

Dr. Frank Parrish.

By profession, I am a botanist,

working for the Corey Foundation.

To record the visual log of our expedition,

I engaged Peter Wells,

well-qualified to serve as a photographer.

As our guide, I hired Subra,

the only English-speaking Sherpa

acquainted with the terrain.

Only the most essential equipment was selected

and distributed among the members of our party.

(intrepid music)

All preparations completed and everything on schedule,

at noon on June fourteenth, we set out to strike at the mountain.

Subra's young wife Tala and his brother Leva

accompanied us to the foot of the mountains,

before saying goodbye.

(tender music)

The first days were uneventful,

monotonous and tedious.

(plodding music)

But as we moved onto higher regions,

the terrain became more rugged and difficult.

Wells and I kept up with the Sherpas,

who were much like human mules

under the weight of our heavy supplies.

We continued on to a height of 10,000 feet above sea level,

where I wanted to commence my work.

(wind whistling)

At last on the third day, we reached the plateau region.

- Subra, have your men pitch the tents.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- [Parrish V.O.] Up to this point, having established

only temporary camps,

everyone was eager for our first hot meal.

Camp One was now well-established.

Except for a variety of common moths

and crucifer flower,

we found little of interest.

But we decided to comb the area

more thoroughly for the next few days.

- How about a shot? - No, thanks.

- Excuse me, Mr. Doctor. Everything alright?

Camp all set up.

- Everything's fine, Subra. Thank you.

- Alcohol good?

- It's fine.

Here, help yourself.

(Subra gasps)

- Thank you, Mr. Doctor Wells.

- I'm no doctor.

- Want anything?

- No, thank you, Subra. I'll see you later.

- I fix nice hot supper.

- A wonderful tonic. It warms up the gizzards.

- Keep that up and you'll pickle your gizzard.

Wells, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't

hand out that stuff to any of the men and...

Don't drink in their presence, understand?

- Okay. Suits me.

- Shekar, come in.

Come in, Shekar.

It's Dr. Parrish.

(radio whines) - [Operator] This is Shekar.

Yes, doctor.

- Let me speak to an Inspector Karma, please.

- [Operator] Will get Inspector Karma.

- [Frank V.O.] That night, all seemed well in the town of Shekar.

(wind howling)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(Tala screams)

(Leva speaking foreign language)

(Leva speaking foreign language excitedly)

(wind howling) (intrepid music)

(wind continues howling) (suspenseful music)

(Leva speaking foreign language)

(both speaking foreign language)

- Mr. Doctor.

Mr. Doctor!

- Oh Subra, what is it?

- Yeti. Yeti, Mr. Doctor.

- Huh? - Yeti!

- What's all the noise?

- My brother Leva. He come with four men.

- They followed us all the way up here?

What do they want?

- Brother say Yeti steal my woman, Tala.

We need go after Yeti. - Yeti, Yeti, what is this?

- Yeti, creature of snow. Snow giant!

- Oh, you mean the Abominable Snowman,

the phantom of the Himalayas.

Marauder of women. (laughs)

- We go after Yeti, find him.

- All the newspapers and magazines have

carried stories about it from time to time.

- Yeah, the Sherpas have built this

creature into a horror story.

This isn't a hunting party.

Thousands of dollars have been spent

to finance this expedition.

And he wants to chase a legend.

- Mr. Doctor, Yeti real, Mr. Doctor.

- No one's ever seen one.

Oh, I know people have brought back

stories about these semi-humans.

- Oh, the whole thing sounds fantastic.

- Brother say Yeti steal Tala!

- I'm sorry, Subra.

Have your brother and his men join us if they want to.

But we have other work to do.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(Wells sighs)

(soft dramatic music)

- [Frank V.O.] Because of my decision, I felt that Subra

resented and disliked me.

(tent rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- What do you think's going on out there?

- Well, it sounds like Subra

trying to be very important.

- I'd better find out.

(Sherpas chattering indistinctly)

Subra!

Subra!

- Well?

- I don't know what they're up to.

- What do you mean?

- Subra, I want to talk to you.

- Talk.

- What's the meaning of this? I gave no order to break camp.

- We move.

- I'll tell you when to move.

- We move now.

- Subra, what's come over you?

You sent some of our men away, didn't you?

- Only four of our men.

Other four belong Brother Leva.

- I'm only concerned with our men. Now get them back!

- They look this side of mountain.

We look the other side.

For Yeti.

- I'll shoot any man who doesn't obey.

(Subra chuckles) - You no can shoot.

(rifle clicks)

- Empty, they've taken our cartridges!

(rifle clicking)

- Subra, this is mutiny.

- Subra take guns.

- Alright. Where do you intend to look for this creature?

- Everybody look rocky valley region.

- Why, that's ridiculous.

This party's not equipped for that kind of thing.

- Subra no care.

- Well, you might as well let them go.

There's no point in our following along.

We might as well turn back.

- Turn back? - No can find way.

We move now.

(wind howling)

- Well, I think I need a drink.

- Yeah, you'll need more than that.

Wait a minute.

Forgot about the radio. (radio clatters)

- By Jove, that's an idea.

(faint chatter in foreign language)

- Get packed! We move right away.

Come on. Come on!

- [Parrish V.O.] Whether Wells and I liked it or not,

we had no alternative but to follow along.

(ominous music) (wind howling)

(wind whistling)

- Take it easy, Wells.

- Wait a minute.

- Do you hear something?

- No, it's just the ruddy wind.

- I think this is it.

Gimme some light.

- Ooh, it's my Scotch!

- Never mind that now.

There it is.

- Let's hope they haven't been monkeying with it.

- Ah, it looks alright.

- Wait a minute.

It's okay. Go ahead.

(long steady tone)

- Shekar, come in.

Come in, Shekar. (suspenseful music)

Shekar, come in.

Shekar, come in.

(gunshot) (radio shatters)

(Subra laughs)

Subra!

- Subra only want to kill radio machine.

Where is Scotch?

- No, wait a minute. That's my personal property!

- Take it easy, Wells!

- Subra like alcohol.

Mr. Doctor, get out, go sleep now.

Big walk tomorrow. (Wells protests)

You too! - Take it easy.

- You too. - Come on.

Come on!

- Well...

No radio, no nothing.

- I'll get it to work.

- We'll get the Shekar police.

- Oh, I hope so.

- Wells, have yourself a nightcap.

I'll be right back.

- Oh, thanks old boy. I will.

(wind howls)

(low suspenseful music)

- [Parrish V.O.] I found that the radio could be repaired.

Wells' case of Scotch gave me an idea.

(box thuds)

(wind howling)

- What was that?

- I didn't hear anything. - Shh.

There it Is again.

- Oh, it's just the wind.

The altitude's getting on your nerves.

- My nerves are alright.

I'd better take a look.

(eerie music) (wind howling)

(box thuds) (speaking in foreign language)

- [Subra] We move now! Alcohol!

- Don't you think you had enough last night?

(Sherpas shouting in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- Come on!

- Subra! Subra!

Yeti. (speaking foreign language)

- [Subra] Mr. Doctor, we leave now.

Is Yeti. Yeti go up there.

We track, follow steps.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(intrepid music)

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- Subra, aren't you forgetting something?

- No want men carry radio machine.

Is dead.

(box thuds)

(dramatic music) (wind howling)

(footsteps trudging) (sticks clicking)

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- Lost the trail.

- Yeti no stop here. We go up.

(tense music)

(horn bellows)

(dramatic music)

- [Parrish V.O.] Even Subra could not fight the darkness.

At sundown, he ordered the men to make camp.

(wind howling)

- I still think it was a pretty mean trick,

leaving my tonic behind.

- The tubes are alright, but the wires are broken.

- Oh, now you find out, after depriving me of my...

Wait a minute!

Alright, go ahead.

(shriek from outside)

(dramatic music)

(wind howling)

He's dead.

(somber music)

- [Frank V.O] I couldn't rest.

A legend, the abduction of Subra's wife,

the footprints,

the death of a native.

All these things began to fall into a mysterious pattern.

(eerie music) (wind howling)

(Yeti sniffing)

(intrepid music)

(Yeti sniffing)

(dramatic music)

(boulders crashing)

(peaceful music)

- It looks like it's over.

We were lucky, huh?

- I'll say we were.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(intrepid music)

(Subra speaking foreign language)

We rest here.

- You know this altitude's beginning to get me.

- Yeah, we're getting pretty high up.

We'll probably be needing oxygen soon.

(wind howling)

- Storm come. Need find shelter.

Clouds dark.

(gentle music)

Look over there.

Cave.

- How long will it take us to get down there?

- One hour.

Maybe two.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(wind howling)

(Yeti sniffing)

(wind howling loudly)

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(Sherpa speaking foreign language)

- Lucky thing for us we found this place.

- Yeah, it would've been impossible

in the tents with this weather.

Subra.

- [Subra] Yes?

- Come here a minute.

You know, you could be a very famous man.

- Oh, yes? - Yeah.

If we did find this Yeti and

brought him back to America alive.

- Subra only want to kill Yeti.

- Suppose you did kill one.

How would you know it's the one you're after?

If there's one Yeti, there must be a whole civilization,

or a whole tribe of them.

- So we kill all Yeti. Subra no care.

- Well, how far up do you intend to go?

To the top of Everest or Annapurna?

- Maybe yes. (flames crackling)

- Where are these creatures?

Why has no one ever seen one?

- Yeti, him hide when smell human.

But Yeti come low country when want to steal woman.

Always want to steal woman.

We go until we find Yeti.

I think we go sleep now.

(flames crackling)

- Move over, McDuff.

- It's too bad.

- What's too bad?

- I tried to get to that radio,

but it's in one of the Sherpa's packs.

- Well, we'll just have to wait

until we see a better opportunity.

- Yeah.

- Right now, I'm going to forget it and go to bed.

(low suspenseful music)

(Sherpas speaking foreign language)

- [Frank] What is it, Subra?

- This belong collar, my woman.

Tala!

Tala!

Yeti bring Tala here.

We go find Tala!

Tala!

- [Parrish V.O.] I realized that the snow creature

was not just a legend.

I consoled myself to the thought that finding one,

would more than compensate for my failure as a botanist.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- [Frank V.O.] Subra was a man possessed.

He split the party, ordering the men to search the tunnels.

And to meet at the entrance to the cave.

- [Subra] Tala!

(dramatic music)

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(Sherpa speaking foreign language)

- You know, this place gives me the creeps.

- Well, it's not the most cheerful place in the world.

It's only an animal of some kind.

Subra!

What is it? - Mountain goat. Let's go.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

(soft music)

(ominous music)

(intense music)

Yeti!

- No!

- Tala! Tala!

(Yeti growling)

(Yeti howling) (rocks crashing)

Kill it! Get Yeti!

Get it! Get Yeti!

- [Sherpa] Yeti!

- He's only stunned.

He's not dead. (Subra shouts)

- Alright, give me that.

- Now give him a hypo to keep him quiet.

Get a tarpaulin. We'll carry him in that.

Go on!

(dramatic music)

- [Parrish V.O.] We found that the female and child of the snow creature

had been killed by the cave-in.

We held Subra and Leva at gunpoint.

And ordered them to carry the creature back

to the entrance of the cave,

to meet the rest of the Sherpas.

- Subra, tell your men to put up their hands.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- Wells, get that gun.

One false move and I'll shoot.

Tell that man to put the radio down.

(Subra speaking foreign language)

- I'll try to get the Shekar police.

(suspenseful music)

- [Parrish V.O.] Unable to establish contact with Shekar,

we started down,

determined to bring the creature back alive.

(wind howling)

Wells and I took turns watching

to make certain that nothing went wrong.

(low suspenseful music)

(dramatic music) (Sherpa screams)

(rifle butt thudding) (Sherpas shouting)

- Wells, get the hypo!

(Sherpa speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- [Frank V.O.] We managed to keep the creature

in a semi-conscious state,

allowing him to come to

only enough to take food.

So on the fifth day, we reached the lowland region.

On the seventh day, as we were nearing the town of Shekar,

I decided to herd the natives straight to the police.

- Corey Foundation, Los Angeles, California.

Hai.

Whom did you wish to speak with?

- Mr. Corey Jr.

- Corey Jr.

(speaking foreign language)

As I said, your foundation was granted

permission to explore the Himalayas.

Your discovery is of a very unusual nature.

But it belongs to you,

and you are free to do with it as you wish.

- [Frank V.O.] The inspector kept repeating

how friendly his country was,

and how it welcomed scientists, explorers, and so on.

- I am sure you will accept my government's apologies.

And the natives will be held in custody here

for taking the law into their own hands.

- Well, thank you.

By the way, can I keep the creature here

until I can arrange for his transportation?

- Of course.

- Of course, he'll have to be fed.

And er, could you give him an injection every six hours?

- Yes. We shall do that.

Oh, by the way, your guide wishes to speak with you.

- Subra? - Yes.

- Well, send him in.

(inspector gives orders in foreign language)

- Mr. Doctor. - Subra!

- Subra no understand law. No can say.

If this Yeti steal my woman, nobody know.

- Inspector Karma,

I won't proffer charges against these people.

(inspector speaking foreign language)

- Thank you, Mr. Doctor. Thank you!

- Oh, forget it, forget it.

(telephone ringing)

(inspector speaking foreign language)

- Your telephone call. Will you take it in the next room?

- Oh, fine. Come on, Wells.

(inspector speaking foreign language)

- Yes, that's the idea.

And please send the refrigerator unit

as quickly as possible.

Fine, fine.

I'm leaving for Bombay immediately

to take care of all the arrangements.

You can reach me there, let's see...

in care of the TWA office.

Well, good.

Oh, would you please call my wife

and tell her I'll be home soon?

Good, thank you. (receiver clatters)

They're sending us a refrigerator unit

to transport the creature in.

An air-conditioned affair.

What's the matter with you?

- Well, I don't like this whole thing.

- What do you mean?

- Well, it's just this.

I could get two or three thousand pounds

for that photograph I took.

And we should split that money between us.

As far as the creature's concerned, well,

we should sell him and then--

- The photograph, do what you want with it.

As for the creature, he's going to

the Corey Foundation, where he belongs.

- You've just got no business sense.

An opportunity like this comes

once in a lifetime and you don't--

- Did your telephone call come out alright?

- Oh yes, thank you. Clear as a bell.

I have to leave for Bombay right away,

but I'll be back in a few days.

Would you see that nobody comes near the creature?

Including Mr. Wells.

(background chatter)

- According to this cable, your temperature-controlled unit,

should be here on our cargo flight at 8:40 this evening.

Now, the cable says to handle it with the utmost care.

- Yes, it's very delicate.

We'll have to rush it to Shekar.

- I've already made all the arrangements

to send it and the documents to you.

And we'll take care of all other formalities.

- Thank you very much. - Fine.

(wind howling)

- We followed your instructions.

The injections worked fine.

Here he is.

- Thank you.

Let's see, uh.

The base unit will keep the motor running en route.

This is the temperature control.

And the self-contained oxygen unit.

Food traps.

Oh yes, the food trap.

- You Americans!

Manufacturing a contraption like this on a phone call.

- Well, I'd better get going.

Thank you very much, Inspector Karma.

- Have a good trip back to California.

(bright music) (engines buzzing)

(engines buzzing)

(aircraft noise) (gentle music)

- Hello, Frank!

- Darling!

Hello, Mr. Corey.

- Glad to see you. How are you?

- Well, instead of flowers, I brought you a Yeti.

That's what the natives call him.

- Well, where is he now? - Well, he should be here.

I sent him ahead on a cargo plane.

- Really?

- Which one of you is Dr. Parrish?

- I am.

- Hold onto the pretty girl, doctor,

and give us a big smile.

(camera shutter snaps) Thank you.

- I'm from The Chronicle, doctor.

We've heard the story about the snowman.

- Well, just a minute. I just got here.

I haven't even talked to my wife!

- Now, gentlemen, you can reach Dr. Parrish

at the foundation later.

- [P.A.] Dr. Frank Parrish, Dr. Frank Parrish.

Please report to the customs warehouse.

- Which way is it?

- Well, it's easy enough to find out. Come on.

- Excuse me, gentlemen. I'll talk to you later.

Well, there it is, darling.

Mr. Corey, what do you think of it?

- [Corey] Amazing! Absolutely amazing!

- I see where you classify your import

as a snow creature.

- That's right.

- Well, it's necessary that we clarify

its immigration status.

- Immigration status?

I don't understand.

- Well, the question is, is it a beast or a man?

- Well, he's not human if that's what you mean.

- [Fleet] Do you know Mr. Peter Wells?

- [Parrish] Why yes, he's my photographer.

- This article came to our attention.

Mr. Wells refers to your discovery as a "snow man."

- Well, that's ridiculous!

Wells is a photographer. He's reaching for sensationalism.

This creature is definitely not human.

- Mr. Fleet, certainly your department isn't

going to take this photographer's work literally!

- Well, this is a very unusual case.

- This is a very unusual find.

Do you realize what this means to science?

- That's why our department was interested

enough to contact a prominent anthropologist,

Dr. Louis Dupont. - Dr. Dupont?

Of course. I've heard of him.

He should be well-qualified to substantiate Dr. Parrish.

- Unfortunately, he can't be here til seven o'clock tonight.

You will be in my office at seven o'clock.

- Of course.

- This will have to stay in the warehouse until then.

We've studied the instructions on the refrigerator.

It will be properly connected.

- Well, I guess it'll just have to wait.

We'll see you at seven.

Come on, darling.

- What an unusual specimen!

- The department's main interest is to classify this

specimen, as you call it, as not being human.

Dr. Parrish! - Yes, may I?

- Of course. - I'm a little early.

- Well, that's alright. Dr. Parrish, Dr. Dupont.

- Oh, how do you do? - How do you do, doctor?

- Has Mr. Corey been here? - Not yet.

Won't you sit down? - Why, thank you.

- Cigarette? - Thank you.

- What an unusual find for a botanist to make!

- Yes, it is.

- And you say you also saw a female?

And a child?

- That's right.

Have you seen the specimen I brought back?

- No, not yet.

- Well, we will as soon as Mr. Corey arrives.

He called and he should be here any minute.

- I have said this creature is not human.

- I didn't say he was.

I have to determine whether his brain

Is a calculating brain.

And from that, narrow down all of the theories.

- We must have one definite classification.

- Yes, I understand.

From what we know of these, shall I say, snow creatures,

they have been a legend!

We have seen abstract drawings

and heard stories of these nomads, but,

they were always associated with human traits!

(refrigerator thudding, banging)

(banging intensifies) (aircraft noise)

(refrigerator crashing)

(blow thuds)

(telephone ringing)

- Excuse me.

Fleet speaking.

What? How?

We'll be right over.

The creature has escaped. - What?

- Let's get over to the warehouse.

- Police, and hurry!

(engine revs)

He started to move in that thing,

then he started to shake it, and it fell.

He got out and I started to run for my life.

A sight I'll never forget.

He come at me and I, uh...

- Mr. Fleet? - I'm Mr. Fleet.

- I'm Lieutenant Dunbar, Police.

- This is Dr. Dupont, this is Dr. Parrish.

- What's this all about?

(banging noises)

(woman screams)

(soft dramatic music)

(engine revs)

(intense music)

You'll have to give us a description.

- Right.

- Where's the phone? - Right over there.

- Come on, doctor.

You can give it to the department firsthand.

That's all, Evans. Send it out right away.

Would you come with me a moment, doctor?

- Certainly.

- Quite extraordinary, doctor. - Quite.

- [Operator] Car 61. Come in, Lieutenant Dunbar.

Car 61. Come in, Lieutenant Dunbar.

- Dunbar, go ahead.

- [Operator] Body of a girl found in the alley

back of

Repeat: in alley back of 1220 Coe Street. Over.

- Got it. Out.

You hear that, doctor?

- I'd better come along. - I think you'd better.

- Oh, Mr. Fleet!

When Mr. Corey gets here, brief him on everything, will you?

I'll see you later! (engine starts)

(mysterious music)

(mysterious music continues)

- Hello, Lieutenant. - What's doing, Richards?

- I thought you were through for the day.

- Looked that way, didn't it?

- Any news from the wife?

- Not yet. Mother-in-law's still with her.

- Something wrong?

- My wife and I are having a baby, that's all.

- Oh, is that all?

- This way.

Oh, thank you Charlie.

Now, let's see.

This is the warehouse.

Over here's Coe Street, where the girl was killed.

The distance from here to here

is about, say, three miles.

- Yeah, go on.

- Well, it's strange to me is nobody reported seeing him,

from the time he left the warehouse 'til he

arrived at Coe Street.

- It was late. Hardly anybody on the streets.

- I guess so.

He's got to be stopped.

- Stopped, Lieutenant, but not killed.

- Is there something else you can tell us about him, doctor?

His mentality, his habits, something?

- Well, he's acclimated to a high altitude, low temperature.

- We know all that.

(rotary dial whirrs)

Send out this bulletin to all radio stations and newspapers.

Tell everyone to stay off the streets and remain calm.

That goes for everybody.

Right.

(receiver clatters)

- Well, what do we do now?

- There's nothing we can do,

except wait for him to show up again.

(teletype clacking)

- [Announcer] Attention all citizens.

This is an urgent public service bulletin

from your police department.

A dangerous killer beast is at large.

You are asked to remain indoors.

This is an urgent public service bulletin to all citizens.

A dangerous killer beast is at large.

(engines revving)

(brakes screech)

(engine rumbles)

(woman screams)

- [Woman] Don't! Don't!

Don't do it, please!

Don't. - Now get out of here!

- Please. You don't understand.

Give me a chance to explain, please.

- I'm sick of listening to your words.

- But, but please!

- Now you stay away from me.

And if I never see you again, it'll be too soon!

Now get out of here! - But--

(eerie music)

(ominous music)

(Yeti grunting and shuffling)

(woman screaming) (siren blaring)

(footsteps tapping)

- Got it. Who's on the job?

Right. (receiver clatters)

He showed up again. - Where?

- He chased a girl, near an all-night pharmacy.

Let's see. He started here.

Then he appeared here.

And now, right here, the pharmacy.

He's got to be within that triangle.

(rotary dial whirrs)

Instruct all units in Sectors 15 and 16

to converge at Area 11.

Right.

(receiver clatters)

How about some more coffee, doctor?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Charlie, you got any more coffee?

(engines revving)

(engines rumbling)

(refrigerators humming loudly)

(refrigerators humming loudly)

(man gasps)

- [Guard] Police!

Help! Police!

- Why don't you go to bed? It's getting pretty late.

Okay, I'll try to check with you later.

Goodbye, dear.

(receiver clatters)

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Now, what's the matter?

- Now I've got two reasons to pace the floor.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

But that's impossible!

We've got that whole areas swarming with men!

Are you sure?

Right.

- What is it? What happened?

- This whole thing is cockeyed!

These are the three areas.

Logically then, the fourth should be in here.

But it isn't!

He was just spotted at a meatpacking house, way over here.

- Well, how did he get out of that area?

Isn't it covered by the police?

- That's the sixty-four dollar question.

It's a distance of almost seven miles.

- And nobody's seen him from there to there.

- That's right.

Only two ways that this thing could get around.

Walking and flying, and he hasn't got wings.

Any normal person would hide out

at a hotel or anyplace.

This is a white elephant.

Any three-year-old child could spot him.

The question is, how does he cover

seven miles without being seen?

(background typing noise)

- Just an idea, Lieutenant, but I think I've got something.

- What is it? (match strikes)

- The storm drains.

- I don't get it.

- Some of those openings are big enough

for two men to crawl into.

- You mean the catch basins?

I think you've got something there, doctor.

(receiver clatters) (rotary dial whirrs)

Get me the city engineer at his home.

What's the guy's name? Uh, Edwards, that's it. Edwards.

Department of Public Works Is right around the corner.

So wake him up.

- The drainage in the sewer system of the city

are a lot cooler than the external temperature.

- I told you the creature had intuitive powers.

He could have sensed the colder temperature.

- And that would explain why he was never

seen from jump to jump.

Do you have a complete chart of the storm drains?

- Lieutenant, there are 4800 miles

of storm drains under this city.

We've got lots of charts.

- How about the east end?

- Yes.

- Cigarette? - No, thanks.

You know, doctor, if there are drains connecting

these areas, we've got something to work on.

- Mm-hm.

- There we are, Lieutenant.

That's the area, right there.

(paper rustling)

- Here are the stops, doctor, right along the drain lines.

Can I take this with me? - Yes.

- Thanks, Edwards. Sorry to wake you.

- Oh, that's alright, Lieutenant.

Think nothing of it. Anything for the police department.

- Now, Richards, get eight men. Issue the works.

Walkie-talkies, lamps, rubber boots, and so on.

- Right, Lieutenant.

- The first detail, we'll start here

at Eleventh and Grand, near the warehouse.

The second at Coe Street, where the girl was found.

- Coe Street.

- Dr. Parrish, myself, and a couple of officers

will start here at the pharmacy.

The first detail will work to the north,

the second to the south,

and we work eastward.

Sometime within the hour we should all meet right here.

Got it? - Check.

- Hurry it up. - [Parrish] Alright, darling.

Oh, Lieutenant, can we take a net along?

- Sure. Hey, Richards!

Get a big net and some poles to go with it.

- [Richards] Right.

- And leave word where I'll be in case the hospital calls.

- [Richards] Yes, Lieutenant.

- Let's go.

(engines revving)

(metallic clanking)

(manhole cover clanks)

(water flowing)

(suspenseful music)

Just a minute.

Lynch?

Lynch? - Yes, Lieutenant.

- Can you make out anything? - Not yet, Lieutenant.

Proceeding south, according to plan. Over.

- How about you, Roberts?

Anything happen at your end? (dramatic music)

- Not yet, Lieutenant.

- Stay in contact.

(suspenseful music)

(puddles sloshing) (water flowing)

- Thank you, Dunbar, for bringing the net.

- We haven't got him yet, doctor.

- Hold it!

Let me check this.

- I never noticed that tunnel over there before.

It intersects this drain

and empties into the main drain center.

You two take it.

We'll go this way.

(water flowing)

(suspenseful music)

- There he is!

(dramatic music) - Look out!

- He went up the tunnel, Lieutenant.

- Seems to be alright.

- Now that we know he's in here,

let's see where this tunnel leads to.

Let's see. We're at East Entrance 7.

It winds around and comes out East Entrance 8.

- We'll have them put the net up at East Entrance 8.

- Right. (paper rustling)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Lynch,

Lynch! - That you, Lieutenant?

- Put the net up over East Entrance 8.

- Will do, Lieutenant. - Right.

Loosen his collar and take him out into the main tunnel.

- Got it, sir.

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(water sloshing)

(footsteps sloshing)

(suspenseful music)

(Yeti growling)

(dramatic music)

(officers shouting) (intense music)

(Yeti growling) (frenetic music)

(gunshots)

(dramatic music)

- Thanks, Dunbar.

- We'll do as you say, doctor.

- Yeah.

I'll have Dr. Dupont give you instructions

where to send the body.

- [Operator] Come in, Car 61.

- Dunbar. - That you, Lieutenant?

- Yeah, we just finished the job. What is it?

- Very urgent call.

Proceed immediately to Crescent and Elm, urgent. Over.

- Who gave that order?

Don't you know what time it is?

- I don't know,

but there's a creature waiting for you.

Eight pounds, three ounces. A boy, Lieutenant.

Mother and son are doing fine.

Congratulations, Pop.

- Thanks a lot, Vince. Thanks a lot.

Thank you. Out.

- Well, I guess that's it. Good luck.

- I guess I'd better be going. - I guess you had!

- Come on, doctor, I'll drop you off on the way.

- Oh, no, no. You haven't got time.

- Sure, I have. Come on.

- Alright. My wife must be pretty worried by now.

(door thuds)

- Say, doctor. What's your first name?

- Frank.

- Maybe I'll name my kid Frank.

Frank Dunbar, it sounds great.

- Thanks.

- I don't know. I'm not too sure I like it.

(engine starts)

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