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[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[leaves rustling]

Hey. Come and look down here.

'Come on, quickly.'

I've located the main channel.

It runs straight for 40 feet

before branching off to the left and right.

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

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

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

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

How goes it, Cliff?

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

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

'Look, there's a bend here.'

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

'I'm going through it.'

[stones clattering]

Hey, somebody having fun?

Okay, I'm down.

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

[clanking]

[dramatic music]

- Wow. - I never expected this.

This is a breathing cave.

No footprints.

We could be the first humans down here.

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

[music continues]

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

[water dripping]

Listen.

Water.

Could be a deep underground stream.

Possibly a branch of the river.

Must run under this range somewhere.

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

I'm gonna have a look.

Well, there's headroom enough here

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

Yeah...I wouldn't chance it.

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

'I wanna see where the water leads to.'

I don't know about you, but I think

this seems like a job for the subaqua boys.

Don't let them in on this.

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

Not this time.

[splash]

Hey.

- Cold? - It's like ice.

Probably fed by subterranean glacial waters.

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

Well, here goes.

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

Be the first to find a new channel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alright. Go ahead, it's your funeral.

[splash]

- Here. Take the torch. - Right.

Okay so far.

I think I'm through.

[dramatic music]

I can't see everything with this torch

but what I do, it looks terrific.

[water sloshing]

[instrumental music]

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

I'm getting chills down my spine.

[music continues]

[clattering]

[dramatic music]

[water sloshing]

[music continues]

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[thud]

[screaming continues]

(Cliff) 'Bill!'

Bill!

'Bill!'

[dramatic music]

Oh, God!

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

[water sloshing]

Malcolm!

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

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

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

I'd like to speak to Dr. Brockton.

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

Dr. Brockton, Inspector Greenham is here.

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

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

You know the way, inspector.

[knocking]

Come in, inspector.

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

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

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

Believe me, inspector

I am not trying to hamper your investigation.

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

in everything you can find.

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

'To the fullest.'

May I suggest something?

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

He was the leader of this freelance expedition.

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

Very well.

Dr. Selbourne, would you please ask Mr. Travers

to come into my office?

Has the coroner's report come through?

Not yet.

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

Malcolm, Inspector Greenham

would like to ask you some questions.

[breathing heavily]

[door opens]

I've just given him another injection, doctor.

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

Yes, doctor.

The eyes.

'The eyes and the face.'

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

You must try to relax.

I can't. I can't.

I have terrible nightmares.

Perhaps, if you'd tell me exactly what happened

what you saw, you'd feel better.

'Horrible.'

Horrible.

That face.

Those eyes.

Cliff, please try to describe it.

Monstrous.

Like nothing I've ever seen before.

Cliff, try to describe it.

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

Listen to me. Please.

How large was it compared to a human?

'Did it walk upright?'

Did it crawl?

Did it make sounds?

If so, were they sounds like the human voice?

- Leave me alone. - Did it--

[sobbing] Leave me alone.

Where is this cave?

Near the Salton Marshes.

This particular fissure's a new one.

We came upon it accidentally.

What makes you think that you discovered it?

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

Furthermore, I've been over this entire region before

and it's the first time--

Sit down, sit down.

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

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

Did you actually see your friend killed?

No, sir.

But I heard his screams.

And then, I heard Cliff scream.

Bloodcurdling screams.

Why didn't you notify us immediately?

Dr. Brockton was closer.

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

a chance to save his life.

How is the patient?

Still in shock.

Let me know the moment I can talk to him.

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

Dr. Brockton.

You still in university?

Yes. Final term.

I'm reading zoology.

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

"Social Structures in Primates," several times.

I thought that after graduation that I might

even have a chance to work here with you.

[engine revving]

Well...since the police want you here

that opportunity might come very soon.

I can always use trained assistants.

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

think all scientists are...a little deranged.

Yes, I've run into that.

Then, try and help me now.

Whatever it was your friend Cliff saw down there

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

Perhaps you can.

You know, sometimes, under stress and panic..

...the imagination plays tricks.

Not in this case.

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

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

This situation needs absolute proof.

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

something that terrified him.

Almost as if it had escaped from another world.

An animal, perhaps.

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

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

Yet, whatever it is, it must exist.

It's still there, trapped.

I have to see it.

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

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

As a young scientist, you must know the answer.

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

Who knows?

An opportunity to lift the veil from the past.

[water dripping]

[dramatic music]

[hissing]

There's air coming in.

Over to the left.

[hissing]

[music continues]

There's another cave behind there.

We've gone as far as we can.

[camera clicks]

I'm still not impressed.

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

I took that picture with my own camera.

Developed it in my own darkroom.

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

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

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

No, sir.

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

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

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

Perhaps we'd better send for Scotland Yard.

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

Then, please keep an open mind.

Or do you still cling to the theory that the students

as a hoax constructed this monster

concealed it in this cave to commit murder?

Now, does that sound logical to you?

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

However...having examined this again

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

Something from another age, inspector?

Say, ten million years ago

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

the baboon were beginning to leave the forests and the jungle

learning how to walk upright

and crystallize into some kind of resemblance

to the Neanderthal man.

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

I can only go by what I can see.

Then, take a look at it again and carefully.

Yes, let me offer that photograph as evidence.

A perfect example of a trog.

- What? - A troglodyte.

What the devil are you talking about?

Half man, half ape.

Trog, a primitive cave dweller.

Cave dweller?

Down in that cave, the greatest scientific find

of modern civilization.

And that picture verified it.

'Facts, inspector.'

We're going to have to face them.

And since lots of people have gotten wind of this

you're also going to have to face publicity.

'This kind of news inflames curiosity everywhere.'

So you'd better be prepared.

Because the whole world will want to know

all about our discovery.

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

he survived for thousands of years in that cave.

Can you answer that?

[indistinct chattering]

[leaves rustling]

[fire engine bells ringing]

[ringing continues]

[chattering continues]

As I stand around these usually lonely and deserted moors

I'm surrounded by great activity.

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

and a team of men including frogmen and our cameraman

'have gone down to investigate''

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

[indistinct chattering]

Damned outrage.

Trash spectacle, cheap publicity.

All this riffraff gives our town a bad name.

Better enjoy it while you can, mister.

And below us, who knows?

Perhaps some poor devil who tried to play a practical joke

that misfired or break a record for living underground.

Or is it something else? Something from another age.

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

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

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

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

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

These shenanigans make a fool of all of us citizens.

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

Besides, Dr. Brockton's opinion--

Her opinion means nothing to me.

I never did care for the experiments that go on

in her research center.

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

[indistinct chattering]

There's Dr. Brockton, the famous anthropologist.

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

I can try.

We understand that you've been inside the caves.

Indeed I have.

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

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

A cruel joke on this township.

Whatever I saw... and for the record

everything I saw was verified and captured by my camera.

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

Thank you.

And you, sir, Mr. Malcolm Travers.

Will you tell us what you saw?

I can attest to everything Dr. Brockton has said.

I was with her when she took the photographs.

They certainly tell their story.

Thank you.

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

John Dennis is down there with our cameraman.

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

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

And things are going fine.

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

Oh, we seem to have lost contact.

Well, until we get news from the subaqua team

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

[water sloshing]

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

Yes, I can just see the..

[dramatic music]

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Paul, get out of there!

[music continues]

[clatters]

[sizzling]

Alan.

My God, he's coming up.

[dramatic music]

Get onto division quick. Use emergency procedure.

Tell them I want extra men here at once.

- Yes, sir. - Wait.

- Tell them I want arms issued. - Right.

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

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

You kill it and you may be destroying the most valuable

scientific evidence we have in existence today.

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

[dramatic music]

[crowd exclaiming]

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

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

[growling]

[camera shatters]

[crowd screaming]

[thud]

[dramatic music]

[growling]

[gunshot]

[snarling]

[continues snarling]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Hurry. We need a net.

Malcolm, get my case out of the car quickly.

[music continues]

I don't know how long this tranquilizer

will keep him harmless.

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

[snoring]

[instrumental music]

Trog.

Trog.

Anne, we must feed him before the reporters

and leading citizens descend on us.

Can't you put them off, mother?

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

And the press is very important to us.

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

We've been gathering reams of publicity.

Yes. And for that, we should be grateful.

We need the public on our side

to give us a fighting chance to really study

and classify Trog.

[whimpering]

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

- Fish and lizards. - Raw?

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

Is that the ideal diet for Trog?

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

'Fish and lizards will supply the proteins he needs'

until we can safely expand the range of his feeding.

Trog.

[whimpering]

Here, Trog.

[whimpering continues]

(Brockton) 'Good boy.'

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

[snarling]

Go ahead, Anne, feed him some fish now.

[whimpering]

For a senior citizen, he certainly has

a marvelous appetite.

More?

[whimpering]

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

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

(Brockton) Good morning. Good morning, gentlemen.

- Dr. Brockton. - Good morning, John.

Good morning, Dr. Brockton.

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

can we have a good look at him?

Only under these conditions

you do nothing to startle Trog and keep your distance.

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

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

Just because you're reckless

there's no reason for us to join in.

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

is hurting business.

It's ruining my plans for a housing project.

(Murdock) 'Nobody wants to buy land'

'with an ugly demon running loose.'

[dramatic music]

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

Oh, we'll need much more time.

Don't count on it.

Much more time.

Before the law can take any course

we must have a chance to ascertain what it is.

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

On behalf of the taxpayers, I demand

you get rid of it without delay.

Not so fast.

We believe the trog could be the connection between

the creatures of early civilization

and man as we know him today.

This troglodyte, who somehow survived, is a living reminder

of what happened after our ancestors, the apes

left the forest and first started to walk

on hind legs and take shelter in the caves.

Aren't you oversimplifying?

The study of anthropology supports me.

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

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

How does this relate to him?

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

'And the prime objective of our program'

will be to gradually pull Trog across the time span

right into the heart of the 20th century.

Sounds like an impossible task.

[snarling]

Just the same, we must try.

It's our sacred as well as scientific duty

to study this creature with complete dedication

and search out the truth. Nothing will prevent that.

Poppycock. Insane nonsense.

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

What gives you the authority to sentence a living creature

to death? What?

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

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

This is a monster. It must be destroyed.

You've conveniently forgotten "Deuteronomy"

the second commandment

"Thou shalt not kill."

So this is the missing link.

Hi, grandpa.

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

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

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

I can only give you a hypothesis.

(Brockton) 'Conceivably, Trog was frozen solid'

during the long, long glacial age.

A state similar to cryogenic suspension.

'Then, as the underground streams and currents brought'

more and more warmth to the frozen atmosphere

his body thawed out.

We now know that human sperm

red blood cells, bone marrow cells

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

You make it sound too simple.

Can you come up with a better explanation?

Research will support it.

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

Birth, eons ago

then a long, long period of total icy hibernation.

And now, if you please, his rebirth.

It seems docile enough now.

[camera clicks]

[growling]

You idiots, you were given strict instructions

not to use flashlights.

- Goodbye, doctor. - Goodbye.

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

My job is not to edit.

My job is to report what I see and hear.

Inspector.

If you refuse to do your clear duty

which is to get rid of this horror

I'll call a town meeting.

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

I can't take any action

until there's a clear ruling from the court.

[whirring]

[snarling]

No, Trog, no!

[snarling]

Not so hard, Anne. And more patience.

Trog has had more than his share of hysteria

and brutal suspicion.

We must try a different kind of treatment.

Encourage friendly communication, expression.

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

It's okay.

[clicking]

Let's try a different kind of toy.

[soft music]

[music continues]

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

Don't worry. He understands.

Let me have it, Trog.

[whimpering]

Give it to me, Trog.

Let me have it.

'Come on.'

That's fine, Trog.

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

Remember, we're dealing with a backward child.

Surely, we can teach him by example.

Yes, I see.

[clicking]

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

Give it to him.

[soft music]

[clicking]

[clicking continues]

[instrumental music]

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

You see, dear, now that you show more patience

you can reach him.

[whimpering]

[laughing]

[train chugging]

[train whistle blowing]

[soft music on record]

Ah-h-h.

[music continues]

[music stops]

[upbeat music on record]

[screaming]

[cage rattling]

Change the record, Anne.

[screaming continues]

[soft music on record]

Isn't that wonderful?

Look at him react.

[music continues]

You've got him eating out of your hand.

Well, as the man said

"Music hath charms that soothes the savage breast."

Trog.

Look at this.

This is blue.

'Blue.'

Blue.

Show him another color, Dr. Selbourne.

This is green, Trog. Green.

[whimpers]

He seems to recognize that color.

This is red.

Trog! Trog, stop it!

[whimpering]

That's wonderful, Trog.

That's wonderful.

I suppose it does add up to considerable progress.

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

I'd much rather you finish the experiment

on organic materials.

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

Yes, of course, Dr. Brockton.

[indistinct chattering]

- Thank you. - Thank you.

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

Nice of you to ask me, Mr. Murdock.

- Water? - No, thank you.

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

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

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

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

No doubt about that.

Ever since Trog appeared in that miserable cave.

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

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

How about you?

I quite agree. While this circus goes on

the real work of the clinic is being neglected.

- Is that true? - Yes.

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

- You have? - Yes, indeed.

But she has her name on the clinic.

She runs the place.

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

...knuckling under to a woman.

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

with a monster under her wing.

You're absolutely right, Mr. Murdock.

Would you believe she has this creature dancing to music

like a trained bear? Blinking at colors.

Winding up toys, doing all sorts of crazy stunts.

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

I would much rather see a dignified, qualified man

at the head of a clinic.

Someone levelheaded

with both feet firmly on the ground.

- Another drink? - Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

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

His first lesson in initiative.

You know, I wonder what would happen..

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

'Trog.'

[whimpering]

[continues whimpering]

No. Oh, no, no, Trog.

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

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

'Come on.'

No! Throw it back to me.

[whimpering]

Come on.

Good boy, Trog.

Good boy.

Now, Anne.

We must teach Trog to make the first move.

Trog.

Now, you roll it back to me.

There you are.

Come on. Roll it back.

Trog, roll it back to me.

Come on.

Anne.

Good boy.

Good boy.

'Come on. Roll it back to me.'

'Good boy, Trog.'

Now again.

[dog barking]

[snarling]

[continues barking]

[continues snarling]

[continues barking]

[continues snarling]

My hypo-gun. Quick.

[dog growling]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[dog whining]

[music continues]

[gavel pounding]

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

Now, this inquiry is being conducted in the public interest

as a result of certain charges and complaints made by citizens

who've supplied me with some facts

newspaper cuttings and photographs.

It concerns the survival of a certain brutish creature

now lodged in the research center.

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

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

I should like to hear from Inspector Greenham first.

Sir.

It is my opinion, after consultation

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

"under statutory regulations

"any nondomestic, untamed animal of a predatory nature

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

"must be destroyed."

I submit that we can definitely establish

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

First, it kills like an animal.

Under the very supervision of Dr. Brockton

and her daughter, Anne, it killed a shepherd dog

belonging to a neighbor.

This creature has killed, has terrorized our town

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

Why is it allowed to live?

Sir, may I please be permitted to explain that?

Indeed you may, Dr. Brockton.

And, uh, how do you answer these charges?

This so-called creature, a troglodyte

must be allowed to live in the interest of science.

The discovery of Trog in our regional caves has traveled

around the world.

Excited the interest in every functioning scientist.

Our research center has been bombarded by cables

from the most famous scientists alive today.

They're on their way here to study Trog.

We dare not destroy him now.

Kill it first, then study its hide.

Mr. Murdock, I order you to control yourself.

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

Please continue, Dr. Brockton.

To begin with, Trog is not an animal.

His classification is close to human.

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

standing trial as a mature person?

Sir, would you charge a child?

A retarded child who responds only on instinct

with the responsibilities of his own acts?

There are many points that must be taken into consideration.

Not the way I see it.

Mr. Murdock, I order you not to interrupt.

Where is this creature now, Dr. Brockton?

In a cage in our lab.

- Is it guarded? - Day and night.

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

Then, why do you and other scientists..

...bestow so much importance upon this creature?

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

In Trog's mind...are secrets.

Secrets of man's origin and development

that go back millions of years.

And however difficult..

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

That's the talk of a heathen.

It is the consensus of all educated belief.

Nearly everyone accepts the Darwinian proposition

that man's physical form evolved from lower animals.

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

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

And if my word is not enough..

...why don't you listen to someone

whose qualifications cannot be questioned?

I am referring to Dr. Selbourne

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

- Dr. Selbourne. - Yes?

I take it you agree with these rather

violent views expressed by Mr. Murdock?

Fully.

And how long have you held these views?

Ever since the day that horrible creature was discovered.

The important work of our clinic has been gravely neglected

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

'which can end in nothing but disaster.'

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

Well...not-not exactly.

Dr. Brockton is a difficult person to oppose.

But you found a way to do it.

Your Honor..

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

[audience murmuring]

Quiet! I want no demonstration here.

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

It will take me a few days to resolve

these facts and assertions.

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

the full responsibility of keeping this creature secure.

If he breaks loose or in any way becomes a menace

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

[gavel knocking]

[indistinct chattering]

Dr. Selbourne.

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

[projector whirring]

[whirring continues]

[whirring continues]

[whirring ceases]

Well, you've seen Trog's progress

from the time of capture.

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

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

...that you could take the time out of

your busy lives to be with me here today.

Scientists of all nations have a common cause.

I consider it a privilege to be here.

Thank you, professor.

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

moon...I think we should clarify..

...the history of man's origin.

And now..

...the world-renowned American surgeon

Dr. Warren will take over. Dr. Warren.

[monitor beeping]

[beeping continues]

[Trog breathing heavily]

Swab.

[beeping continues]

Scalpel.

[breathing heavily]

[beeping continues]

Micro-trans.

[breathing heavily]

[beeping continues]

[breathing heavily]

All right. Clean it up.

Put a tape right around his chest

so he can't reach the ends.

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

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

It has functioned up to half a mile.

A very useful development that makes it possible for us

to monitor intensive-care units and check up on

the patient's heartbeats from a central control.

Saves a lot of time and staff.

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

Ah ha.

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

[monitor beeping]

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

[beeping continues]

[Trog groaning]

[beeping intensifies]

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

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

Right.

[beeping continues]

[beeping stabilizes]

Can we move on to the final stage now?

We're ready, Dr. Brockton.

It's a big step, but if the operation

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

[beeping continues]

[Trog whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

[beeping continues]

[beeping intensifies]

We have something. Pentothal, quickly.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[roaring]

[roaring continues]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[roaring continues]

[growling]

[music continues]

[growling continues]

[music continues]

[music intensifies]

[cracking]

[music continues]

[roaring]

[roaring continues]

[explosion]

[music continues]

[sizzling]

[roaring]

[rumbling]

[roaring continues]

[rumbling]

[intense music]

Anne.

Red.

Green.

Blue.

- He spoke. Trog spoke. - Anne.

- Fantastic. - Unbelievable.

Yes...Trog spoke.

[gavel knocking]

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

It's a waste of taxpayers' money.

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

not to interrupt these proceedings.

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

Thank you.

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

our experiments and a successful operation

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

So the monster speaks.

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

this verified by the renowned American scientist

Dr. Richard Warren.

Dr. Warren.

It's quite true sir, and quite astounding.

What took place in Dr. Brockton's

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

Also sir, may I direct your attention to copies

of the reports from Dr. Kurtlimer of Germany

Professor Manoskiensky of Russia and Dr. Duval of France.

They participated with us in this experiment.

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

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

Dr. Brockton will be echoed in all civilized countries.

Would you say, then, that you are..

...are at the end of your studies?

No...only at the beginning.

'Now that Trog has learned how to talk'

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

He will soon be able to articulate his memories and then

the entire world will learn the baffling secrets of evolution.

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

out of a murdering monster.

Constable, will you please eject Mr. Murdock?

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

The prime minister will hear of this.

Don't you dare touch me, young fellow.

[keys clinking]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[door opens]

[music continues]

[door opens]

[clicks]

[music continues]

[snarling]

[glass shattering]

[objects clattering]

[snarling continues]

You know what they'll say?

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

But what can you expect..

...from a slimy beast?

Go ahead, missing link.

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

You bloody monster!

[keys clinking]

[Trog growling]

Aah!

[intense music]

[groaning]

[music continues]

[horn blaring]

[blaring continues]

[music continues]

[blaring stops]

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

[screaming]

Trog, stop it!

Trog!

[Trog whimpering]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[dogs barking]

chirping continues]

[sirens wailing]

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

These woods run from this point here

down to the edge of Blesdoe Corners.

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

...and it leads down to the village.

After the arrival of Colonel Vickers and his men

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

I hope some of you are taking this down.

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

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

This won't leave us many men in reserve.

[ambient music]

[music continues]

- Ah, morning. - Morning.

- Ready for another long day? - Yeah.

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

[music continues]

Oiy!

What do you think you're doing?

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

Let me down! Let me down! Aaah!

[glass shattering]

[Trog growling]

[intense music]

[groaning] Aah!

No, no, no.

No. No, no.

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

Aaah!

[tinkling]

[music intensifies]

[ambient music]

[groaning]

[honking]

[growling]

[engine sputtering]

[engine revs

[children chattering]

[indistinct chattering]

[chattering continues]

[screaming]

Aaah!

[screaming continues]

Aaah!

Aaah!

[screaming continues]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[soft music]

[siren wailing]

[dogs barking]

[water trickles]

[dogs barking]

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

All right, Division. Yes, go ahead.

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

Yeah, right, right. Over and out.

Inspector, I warned you.

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

I think, Dr. Brockton

we've had just about enough advice from you.

Colonel, may I please point out something?

What is it?

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

- Which chimney? - Right there.

You see that..

...narrow, perpendicular tunnel in the rocks?

Now, it leads to the first cave.

Now, once he manages to get through there..

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

He was right.

He wanted to do away with your monster then

but you wouldn't let him.

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

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

Come on. We're doing everything we can.

Dr. Brockton.

Dr. Brockton, that chimney you pointed out.

Right there.

Are the figures on the map correct?

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

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

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

[water trickles]

[whimpering]

Water. Water.

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

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

I can bring that child out safely.

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

Look, Dr. Brockton, do you realize just

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

The whole community terrorized. People brutally murdered.

And now, this innocent child.

Blame Sam Murdock.

It was his fiendish idea to let Trog loose.

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

You want another sacrifice.

The world knows we were making progress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[intense music]

Stay where you are, Dr. Brockton.

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

[dramatic music]

[little girl sobbing]

[music continues]

- Aah! - Trog!

Please, Trog..

...let me have the child.

Trog, come on.

Come on.

'Please, Trog.'

I want you to let me have the child.

'Come on, Trog.'

I want you to give me the child.

Please?

Thank you, Trog.

[sobbing]

[whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

Mummy. Mummy.

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

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

You see, colonel, Trog can be reasoned with.

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

Keep Dr. Brockton away.

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

[explosion]

[growling]

[screaming]

[gun shots]

[firing continues]

[growling]

[firing continues]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

Doctor. Dr. Brockton.

Now that the troglodyte has been destroyed.

Have you anything to say?

[music continues]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music ends]