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-Mrs. Barton?
Marcia: Why, yes.

You're the guide, Mr. Grant?

-No, he's Grant.

-Hi.
-I'm Tom Morgan.

-Oh, you're Dr. Morgan?

-And Dr. Borg.

-How do you do, Mrs. Barton?
-Doctor.

Morgan, Genetics.

Borg, Roentgenology.

Johnson, Biochemistry.

-Oh, Johnson's in the lab.

-You see, my husband never
gave faces to any of you.

Just name and occupation.

-Well, that's the way
most medical men

describe most medical men.

-But he didn't say much
about you.

I guess your field
isn't medicine.

-Only through marriage.

Morgan: Oh, Dr. Barton.
Barton: Dr. Morgan.

-Dr. Barton.

-Dr. Borg. Grant.

You've met Mrs. Barton.

I had some difficulty
persuading her to come along.

She felt she might be
in the way.

Grant: Not at all, doctor.

Morgan: Would you like to go
to your cabin, Mrs. Barton?

-Thank you.

-Is the lab ready, Dr. Morgan?
-Everything is all ready for me.

-My equipment's all set up.
-Well, I think you'd better

check to see that everything
you want is there.

Captain: Dr. Barton, sir?

-Good morning, Captain.
-Whenever you're ready

to cast off, sir.

-Thank you. Stand by.

Now, let's take a look
at the lab, Dr. Morgan.

-Hello, Dr. Barton.

Barton: Johnson. Dr. Johnson.

Very good.

Very good indeed, Dr. Morgan.

I had no idea you could arrange

surgical instruments this well.

-Well, genetics may be
my specialty,

but I'm also a doctor.

-I didn't mean to offend.

It's just unusual these days
to find such fidelity

to doing things exactly right.

Morgan: Well, thank you.
-But it's unfortunate

that Mr. Grant couldn't tell us
the exact location

of what we're looking for.

-I told you it was
in the Everglades,

I'll get you close enough.

The rest will be up to you.

Dr. Morgan,
have you explained to Grant

the technique we intend to use?

-Not yet.
The big trick will be

to maneuver him to still water,

where this liquid
rotenone compound,

when spread under pressure,
can anaesthetize him

in a matter of seconds.

Providing, of course, we can
give him a concentrated dose.

Well, don't look
so doubtful, Grant.

It's worked before.

-You know, gentlemen, I've seen
the drug used by the natives

to catch fish up the Amazon.

But I'll have to see this
first to believe

it'll knock out 300 pounds
of the deadly--

[phone ringing]

-Dr. Barton speaking.

Captain: Everything's ready
and secured, sir.

-All right, Captain.

Get underway.

[waves crashing]

[sonar beeping]

-That was a school of barracuda.

Their length, as you know,
varies from five to five

and a half feet.

-Is, uh, this, um,

gadget your idea, doc?

-Not exactly.

Similar machines
are being manufactured

by a few of the big
electronic firms.

Works like the sonar device

that the commercial
fishing outfits use

to spot schools of fish.

Most of the Scandinavian
countries, New England,

California fishing operations,
they all use them.

The electronic waves move
to the object in the water

and bounce back.

The time lapse between
sending and receiving

gives us the distance.

-Takes all the kick
out of fishing

if you know what's
right there in the water.

-On this particular trip,
we'd better know

what's in the water.
Borg: And we will

because these devices
also reveal

the exact specie of fish.

You see those new,
slightly arced lines?

Giant rock lobster,
unmistakable.

Of course, we can't be sure

just what sort of image
we'll get on the scope

when we find what
we're looking for.

However, we can make
an educated guess.

Grant, put on the lights please.

Grant: Sure.

Borg: Excuse me.

Barton: Of course.

-The thicker the mass,

the lighter the image
on the screen.

And based on information
from Ocean Harbor in Florida,

the length of the creature
on the screen

should be about half
a centimeter more

than that of the average
male adult.

[gunshots]

Barton: What was that?

-Marcia.

-Shark. Got two of them.

They were after a school
of porpoise.

Morgan: Well, that's
pretty good shooting.

Grant: But not good hunting.

There's no risk involved.

-I've hunted all over the world.

Anytime you wanna match me.

-Marcia, dear.
This is one hunting trip

where, unfortunately,
you'll have to be

more of a spectator
than a participant.

Captain: Dr. Barton?
Barton: Yes?

Captain: We'll be dropping
anchor in a few minutes, sir.

Barton: Oh, fine.

-Your husband must be
an awfully good surgeon.

I mean, uh, awfully rich.

-Because he's financing this?

-Oh, no.
Even a beach bum like me

knows it's deductible
from his income tax.

I mean, awfully rich
to be able to afford,

um, everything he owns.

[waves crashing]

[dramatic music playing]

[dog barking]

Grant: Anybody home?

-[speaks Spanish]

-[speaks Spanish]

Morteno: Senor Grant.

Welcome.

-Morteno, my friend.

-Thank you for the food,

the money.
Grant: Oh, that's all right.

Glad to do it.

Now listen, Morteno,

these gentlemen are my friends.

I want you to tell
Dr. Barton here

the story of how you were hurt.

These men are going
to help me catch him.

-[speaks Spanish]

-When did the creature
attack you?

How? Where?

-I am in Everglades to shoot
alligators to get skins.

I sell Senor Grant,
who buys for men

who make belts
and shoes in city.

One day after long hunt,
I shoot something near me

and it raise up and grab my gun

[speaks Spanish]

it-- it looked like devil,
fighting me.

I take my knife, I fight back.

I cut him good

[speaks Spanish]

there was plenty blood.

Then the devil go away
and I not remember anymore,

till people
from village find me.

When I wake up, I am cripple,

face torn.

My village try to hunt it down,

but it is smart.

Not like man, smart like devil.

Grant: Well, that's the story,
gentlemen.

Now, the last place he was seen
was off the coast.

I'll take you there.
-Morteno, where is the knife

that you used
to fight this devil?

-[speaks Spanish]

Johnson: May I have a look?

Barton: What about it, Johnson?

Johnson: The red
corpuscle count checks

with the Ocean Harbor figures.

Thirty-five percent.

Barton: Halfway between
the count in mammals

and marine life vertebrae.

Nature, moving out
of one phase into another.

-Are the corpuscles beveled?

-No.
-Then the blood type

is of a marine life animal.

Right, Johnson?
Johnson: Except there's

no nucleus to each corpuscle.

-There.

Gentlemen, the creature
can be changed.

We can make the giant step

and bring a new species
into existence.

-No.
Barton: Why?

Because it hasn't been done?

Listen, we can create
an entirely new form of life.

We can change the blood texture,

build up the red
corpuscle count,

and the gene structure
has to be affected.

-I didn't know you wanted
that kind of an experiment.

I thought we were only going
to subject him to--

to study under
more controlled conditions.

-But there'll never be
another chance like this.

I've seen the imperfections
of the human body,

a surgeon sees them and knows.

Modern man is limited,

earthbound to this planet,
which he devours.

And eventually,
which will fail to support him.

Yet, he's bound to it because
he's physically incapable

of taking the next giant step,

into outer space.

Well, we can make him
physically capable.

-I disagree.

We can learn from nature,
help nature.

We can make this earth
a happier place

by helping nature
select what's best in us.

Then when man's ready
mentally, physically,

he'll get to outer space.

But, Doctor,
there's no shortcut.

You can't bypass nature.

-Perhaps you are afraid to?

If you are,
I can take you all back

and assemble a new group.

Morgan: No, I'm staying.

I wanna know for myself.

-Yes.

Borg: I do, too.

Barton: Good.

Now...

Grant: Can I talk to you
on this throat mic?

-No, but we can talk
to Dr. Borg.

Of course he can talk
to both of us.

-Remember,
you locate your position,

and be sure of your approximate
distance from any object.

I'll call down
my identification, you verify.

Marcia: Hey, aren't you
gonna wait for me?

Barton: Oh, this dive is
to test the equipment, dear.

You'll have to wait
for some other time.

-We might go deep.

Marcia: Fifty feet?
Morgan: This might be

a hundred and fifty feet.
Marcia: Oh, well.

The worst that can happen
is that I won't like it,

and my ears will hurt.
Morgan: The worst that

could happen is that you might
get deep diving sickness.

They call it
"raptures of the deep."

-Like getting drunk
on water pressure

instead of champagne.

And you try to give
your diving equipment

to passing fish?

Well, I never get drunk.

I always know
when I've had enough.

-Well, what's the harm?

We'll take care of her.

-I told you no.

-Well, I'm tired
of just sitting around.

That's fine, I've got it.
Thank you.

Anybody gonna join me?

Morgan: Grant.

Here, you better use
one of these, too.

Grant: I don't need a gadget
to tell me how deep to go,

I know myself.
Morgan: Well, if you're wrong,

it won't be the first time.

But it'll be the last.

[dramatic music playing]

-All right, Borg.

Let's pick them up on the scope.

[dramatic music playing]

[sonar beeping]

Borg: There they are.

[dramatic music playing]

[sonar beeping]

-Do you check me?

Morgan: I check you.

[dramatic music playing]

-What's that?

-Check to the right by 20 feet.

A tarpon weighing
approximately 100 pounds.

[dramatic music playing]

Morgan: It was a tarpon.

Approximate distance correct.

Well, we're going deeper.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Check me.

Directly below you,

a grouper fish or large manta.

[suspenseful music playing]

Morgan: Check.

A fish directly below us
and moving out.

-He's still there.

Morgan: No. No, he isn't.

I can see him moving up
and going off to the right.

Borg: That fish is
out of the picture,

but there's another image.

The density has changed
considerably.

Morgan: What is it?

-I can't...

[suspenseful music playing]

Morgan: There's nothing
visible from here.

We're going deeper.

[suspenseful music playing]

-The image is moving with you.

[suspenseful music playing]

-The object is moving down.

[suspenseful music playing]

-The image is off the screen.

Something's blocking it
from view.

Two hundred and ten feet.

Probably a rock shelf.

[suspenseful music playing]

-What happened, Morgan?

-Well, she went too deep.

[dramatic music playing]

-I'm all right.

-How is she?
Morgan: No harm done.

-No thanks to you, Grant.

-Well, you've had a quite
a bit of excitement, you three.

The image, Morgan,
the big object,

did you see it?

Grant: It's him, all right.

It's your creature, Dr. Barton.

-You found him.

Well,

you came through for me, Grant.

Now, gentlemen,
I guess the rest is up to us.

-The creature isn't gonna be
to be easy to capture.

Not anymore.

He knows how to fight us.
So there's nothing to do

for the moment except wait.

-And hope we can keep
track of him.

-We'll all have to be armed
from now on.

-Yes, we'd better.

-I'm sorry I made
so much trouble.

-You're a very brave woman.

You shouldn't take such chances.

-You know, taking chances
isn't just a man's privilege.

-And trying to kill oneself
isn't, either.

-You take risks.

-I take calculated risks
for a purpose.

But what're you trying to prove?

-I should've known.

You're a scientist,
you need proof.

You never take anyone's word
for anything.

-I deserved that.

Forgive me.

If there's anything I can do...

-No.

No, there's nothing
anyone can do.

Ten years ago
when I was seventeen,

when Dr. Barton married me--

I--

I'm really feeling sorry
for myself now,

aren't I?

Look, I've managed
to learn a few things.

At least, I know what the world
under the sea looks like.

It can be very beautiful.

-Pardon me, ma'am, but I have
to prepare for dinner.

-Yes.

Well, I have some work to do.

Excuse me, Mrs. Barton.

[dramatic music playing]

-You were with Dr. Morgan

for quite a long time.

-Please don't start again, Bill.

Don't start accusing me off--
-You're my wife, Marcia.

Conduct yourself that way.

-I always have, Bill.

I don't know any other way.

-Don't ever try to leave me.

Don't ever try
to make a fool of me.

[dramatic music playing]

-Dr. Johnson,
what's your reading now?

Johnson: The image is about
30 feet ahead of us.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Veering 20 degrees left.

-Veering 20 degrees left.

-We're getting into
shallow water. I don't like it.

-We can still go a long ways
upstream.

-We'll get him this time.

He's boxing himself
into a corner.

-Could be the other way around.

-Not a chance.

-He knows his way around
places like this.

Johnson:
He's dropping back of us.

-Reduce speed.
-Yes, sir.

-Dr. Johnson,
what's your reading now?

Johnson: About 30 feet astern,

but he seems to be
holding his position

at that distance.

-He's following us.

He's stalking us now.

Captain, increase the speed.

-Yes.

Johnson:
The image is dropping back.

Now it seems to be
moving forward.

[suspenseful music playing]

-He's following us
at the same distance again.

-He's following us
at the same distance again.

-It doesn't seem possible.

-The lion, the wolf, the shark,

they stalk and wait
for the kill.

They sense when their victim
is coming into a trap.

Now, why wouldn't he?
He's more than cunning.

He reasons.

-Well, I'm not going
into a trap.

-You'll take him alive.
-If he lets us.

But if he gets too close,
I'm not gonna argue.

I'll kill him.

-When do you think
he'll attack?

-I don't know.

But he led us into this river.

Probably when we can't move
forward any further.

[mellow music playing]

[creature screeching]

-This is as far as we can go.

Drop anchor.

Morgan:
Well, we'll wait for him.

-What do you think,
Dr. Morgan?

-Well, it's apparent he doesn't
intend to attack on our terms.

-No.

Well, we'll have to go
after him on his.

We'll take the viewer with us,
Borg.

[slow music playing]

[engine revving]

-Johnson, lower the rangefinder
into the water.

Barton:
Grant, are your spears checked?

Grant: There's enough sleep
juice in one of these things

to knock out an elephant.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Well, the rotenone checks out.

We better review procedure.

If he comes within
toxic distance,

Dr. Borg will signal me
and I'll discharge the rotenone.

If he comes aboard, Grant will
try to get him with a spear.

And Grant, remember,

the object is to capture him,
not to kill him.

So much as you might be tempted,
try not to hit a vital area.

And as far as using the guns,

if we have to, we'll be
defeating our own purpose.

So, I guess that's it.

[sonar beeping]

Borg: He's moving ahead of us.

[engine revving]

[slow music playing]

[creature screeching]
-What was that?

[suspenseful music playing]

[water splashing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine revving]

-Turn a bit to the left.

There.

No, farther,

farther.

He's making a full turn.

[water splashing]

[screeching]

-Grant, get the torches out.

We've gotta have
some light here.

-I think they're dry.
-Let me have them.

I'll fill them with gasoline.

[sonar beeping]

-Borg, you see anything?
-Nope, not yet.

-Grant.

[sonar beeping]

Borg: Be on the lookout.

Twenty feet ahead.

He's coming at us.

-What're you shooting at,
you fool?

I want him alive.

-Look to the right,
he's at the right.

Look out, Morgan,
he's coming at you.

Behind you, Morgan.

Barton: Grant.

[creature roars]

-Are you all right?
-I'm all right.

I just hit my head
against something.

[creature roaring]

[screaming]

[creature roars]

[creature screeching]

-The drug knocked him out
all right.

-If it hadn't,
the fire would have.

These are third degree burns.

We better get the boat
over here.

-Bring the boat.

-He isn't converting
enough air into oxygen.

-If only we could
reopen the gills

and immerse him in water.

-No, the gills
are too badly burned.

He's dying of suffocation.

-But so slowly.

He's getting a small air supply
from some area.

-We were right.

There is a perfect
lung formation.

-It shows much darker
than average.

They could be
partially collapsed.

-What's that light patch
at the opening to the lungs?

-Not a typical human
formation.

-Some African lungfish
use gills in rainy season.

But when the lakes dry up,
their lungs open on reflex.

A flap pulls back
to let air in.

-He's getting
very little oxygen.

-We've got to get those lungs
inflated and working again.

We'll do a tracheotomy
immediately.

Johnson: Respiration falling.

-Increase the oxygen.

-Now the tracheotomy tube.

[creature breathes deeply]

-We are changing a sea creature

into a land creature.

-We only used
what nature offered.

The lungs were there.

We didn't make them.

-You'll see, Dr. Morgan.

-Just don't move too fast
trying to change him.

-Are you afraid
of unknown things?

-I'm only afraid of misusing

what I do know.

-Move him

and administer a sedative.

[machine beeping]

-What was the last reading?

-I'm taking one more.

[piano playing]

Borg: Here's the reading.

The charting hasn't varied much.

This gap here

and here,

they show a disconnected
thought process.

-He had a critically low
supply of oxygen to the brain

for more than an hour.

It could've caused
permanent injury.

-Ready for a reading.

-Morgan.

The metabolism rate
shows several sharp changes.

It was the method of breathing.

-By opening the lungs.
-We should've known.

-This stem from fish
to amphibian to mammal.

It had to be the method
of converting oxygen.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Take a look at the eyes.

[suspenseful music playing]

-It's a basic mutation.

The major change.

-Unresponsive.

-That is correct.

Please send the following
wire to Mr. Edward Brown,

foreman, Barton Ranch,

Sausalito--

Sausalito, California.

Going through Canal tomorrow.

Arrival estimated on
or about August 20th.

All fences and equipment
must be ready.

Hire extra men if necessary.

We'll need large truck.

Signed, William Barton.

Thank you.

[slow music playing]

-Am I disturbing you?
-No, Mrs. Barton.

-Would it be possible for me
to see the--

-Oh, I'm sorry. I'd like
to let you into the room

but your husband doesn't think
it's advisable.

-My husband doesn't think
very much is advisable

except his work.

How's it coming?
-Hasn't he told you?

-No, not much
of anything lately.

-Excuse me.

We're taking
the bandages off today.

-Excuse me.

-Is that all you do is talk?

-No, I'd like to swim, too.

-Doctor look.

[suspenseful music playing]

-The other one.

Dr. Borg, raise the head.

[tense music playing]

-There it is, doctor.

The fire burned away
the outer scale.

There's a structure
of human skin underneath it.

Two separate coverings.

The way he had lungs and gills.

-Well, his sensitivity
to pain is increasing.

He needs some outer protection.

Some clothing that would...

[suspenseful music playing]

-It's taking effect.

We better prepare another dose.

Well, Tom,

I think this calls
for a celebration.

-Oh. What about the clothing?

-Well, we'll let Grant and
the shiphands take care of that.

He's under sedation.

[door closes]

-Where is Grant?

Grant.

Grant.

Where were you?
-What do you mean?

Where was I?
You didn't need me.

You and the other doctors
were with him.

I went on deck for a second.

-Well, never mind.

I've got some work
for you to do.

Go down in the locker
and get some sailcloth.

Let's see if you're up
on your needlework.

-Needlework?
-Clothing for the creature.

[waves crashing]

Borg: Well, that was
the point of the whole story.

Johnson: I missed it completely.
Borg: You did?

[laughter]

-How about it?
-Oh, no more, thanks.

You're trying to get me drunk.
-No more?

Oh, no.
-No, I've had my quota, thanks.

-Are you sure?
-I'm sure.

-All right.
-Oh, come now, gentlemen.

A celebration
isn't a celebration

if you use such self-control.

But I'll admit,
it takes a lot of this stuff

to even slow me down.
-How about you?

-No, thank you.
-You know, Tom,

alcohol hits
some people faster than others

because of metabolism.

Rate of absorption and--
well, you know.

Change metabolism,
and maybe, uh,

maybe eliminate drunk drivers.

-Well, that's not bad for me,
Marcia, is it?

We don't have much
laughter anymore,

do we, Marcia?

-Tom, we've found the secret.

Change the metabolism
and man will change.

-Maybe.

-Well, the demonstrable
scientific fact

is in that cabin.
-Well, I'd, uh,

rather not argue
the point now, doctor.

Let's take it up
some other time.

After all,
a celebration isn't a--

-Now don't be condescending,
doctor.

If I can discuss it,
don't you evade it.

-All right.

As a geneticist, I know,

the way any geneticist does,

that nature hasn't created

a new major type of animal
on this earth

for over 400 million years.

Barton: The creature
is a different major type.

You saw it yourself.

Morgan: Ah,
it's the interaction of heredity

and environment
for millions of years

that makes a new species.

We only changed the skin,
doctor, not the animal.

But we can bring out the best
or worst in any living thing.

Environment does that.

If it threatens him,
if he's afraid of us,

he'll revert
to the wanton killer,

and that's why
I've gone along with you,

because I wanna know for myself,

because we all stand between
the jungle and the stars,

at a crossroads.

I think we'd better discover
what brings out

the best in humankind

and what brings out the worst

because it's the stars

or the jungle.

Well, goodnight, gentlemen,

Mrs. Barton, doctor.

-Good night.

-How is he?
-I don't know.

Take a look.

-Good night, Grant.
-Good night.

-I guess I'll turn in, too.

-Do you agree with Dr. Morgan?

-It can still go either way.

-And you, doctor?

-I don't know yet.

Good night.
-Good night.

-Good night.

[slow music playing]

-The jungle or the stars.

The fools!

Can't they see
I wanna catch a star?

You're such a good wife.

Such a dutiful wife.

You straighten up after parties.

And drinks serve--

serve drinks,
you're such a fine wife!

-No. Bill, please!

Barton: Please what?

Please trust you?

Don't Marcia.

You're worthless, useless!

[dramatic music playing]

[bell ringing]

[mellow music playing]

-Ah!

You know, the more reason
you've to be friendly,

the less friendly you get.

-You have a vivid imagination,
Mr. Grant.

Just because I haven't spoken
to my husband about you--

-Aw, come on, Marcia,
let's be friends, huh?

-Being a friend of yours

isn't going to solve
my problems.

Can't you understand that?

-No.
Tell me again.

-Please, will you stop?
They'll hear us.

-Okay, then.

Tell me quietly.

[suspenseful music playing]

Marcia: Let me go, Grant!
Let me go, will you?

Don't! Please let me go!

Please stop, Grant!

Please, let me go!

-Johnson, call the bridge!

Tell them reverse engines
and stand by.

Grant, you all right?

-Why weren't you at the door--
-Look!

-He's going to jump!

-He'll die under water.

He'll use his lungs
and he'll drown!

I'll use the hose, Grant.

Give me plenty of oxygen.

-Follow them on the scope, Borg!

-Right!

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

-The spaces here
are the ones to watch.

This is the first reading
we took.

-Well, the spaces between
each peak are narrower.

-Much narrower.

The block to his memory
is lifting.

-You see.
He isn't reverting.

-He isn't reverting.
He's remembering.

-To what degree?
-All he remembers is

that he was
part of the water once

and he went back to it.

Huh, that's all.

-He remembers being attacked,
by us.

He remembers fear.

And when he's afraid,

he tries to kill anything
near him,

animal or human.

[ship horn blaring]

[slow music playing]

[gate lock clicks]

[sheep bleating]

Barton: Stand clear.

-You think of everything,
don't you, doctor?

-Yes.
Let's go in.

[suspenseful music playing]

[water splashing]

Barton: Please do as I say,
Marcia. Go back to your room.

Marcia: I don't wanna stay...
Barton: I'm not going to have

you parading around here

in front of a gang of men,
do you hear me?

Marcia: You wouldn't mind
if I take the car

and drive into San Francisco,
would you?

-We'll discuss it later.
Perhaps, if I can find the time,

I'll take you
for a drive myself.

But until then,
you're to do as I say.

Now, go into the house.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

This is a two-way mirror.

We can see him
but he can't see us.

He hears the water
but he doesn't remember it.

He doesn't even know that
if he returned to the water

he'd drown.

-His gills may grow back.

-Never. His features, his skin,

they're more like
a human's every day.

He's even lost
the need for violence.

-Because we've treated
him kindly.

-The change is biological,
not psychological.

-Aw, forgot
the technical terms, Doctor.

It's kindness, not pain.

-Hmm, you mean he returns
kindness with kindness?

-I believe it.

-Do you think that's
always true, doctor?

Do you think that
if I give kindness

I can always get kindness
in return?

-How do you mean?

-Oh, come, come,
Dr. Morgan.

You're a very perceptive man.

-Well, I'd rather not
talk about it.

It isn't any of my business.

-Then clinically,
as a scientist,

you should be interested.

Imagine how often love
is returned with hate

and loyalty is returned
with infidelity.

-Is that a proven fact?

-Oh, facts, Dr. Morgan.
I only deal in facts,

in reality, only that.

-We make our own
reality sometimes.

-The facts are that--

when love is returned with hate,

loyalty is returned infidelity,
how long does it take

before something
has to be done about it?

-Like what?

-What do you mean?

-Since we're talking
about people--

-Are we, doctor?

I thought we were talking
about animals,

about the creature.

-All right, about the creature.

If he thinks all men
are his enemy,

if he can't see things
the way they are

instead of the way
he thinks they are,

he lives in terrible fear.

-Hmm.

He's only an animal.

-The same holds true for man.

If man or animal
becomes too terrified to think,

he resorts to violence.

And in the animal world,

it's called the law
of the jungle.

But when it happens
to human beings,

its name is murder.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[water splashing]

[creature growls]

[guitar playing]

-That's very nice.
-Thank you.

-I didn't know
you could play the guitar.

-Well I-- I used to.

-When you had more reason?

-What is it?

-Your husband, he's a--
a very brilliant man.

I'm sure you know that.
-Yes.

-But he's a deeply--
I believe a clinical definition

is a disturbed man.

-I tried to tell you.

-I don't know what all motives
are for telling you this,

but your husband needs help.

-He isn't the kind
that accepts help

because he never admits
he's wrong.

Besides, what can I do?

-You're his wife.

-It'd take a great deal
of courage.

-Maybe just patience.

-No, Dr. Morgan, courage.

And I don't have that
kind of courage anymore.

Marcia: Swimming is wonderful.

Someone once said it was--

it was like being born again.

I can understand
why the creature

never wanted to leave the water.

-We all have to leave
the past sometime,

if life is going to
mean anything.

-Maybe--

maybe it's too late
to leave it,

for some people.

As a matter of fact, I think
I'll take a swim right now.

-Well, be careful, Marcia.

[dramatic music playing]

[door shuts]

-What were you talking
to Morgan about?

-Excuse me.
-What were you talking about?

-Please, you're hurting me.

-I have a right to ask these
questions, I'm your husband.

-I'm going swimming.

-You've become
a cheap little tramp.

-Only to you, Bill.

Only to you.

[dramatic music playing]

-Two minds
with a single thought.

Uh, swimming, I mean.

-Go away.

-I thought you liked company.

-Not yours.

-How can you tell?

We're just getting
to know each other.

[mountain lion growls]

[sheep bleating]

[dramatic music playing]

[sheep bleating]

[mountain lion snarling]

[sheep bleating]

[mountain lion snarling]

[sheep bleating]

[mountain lion snarling]

[sheep bleats loudly]

[mountain lion growling]

[mountain lion shrieking]

-What was it, Morgan?
-I don't know.

-I thought I heard a bobcat.

Johnson: A mountain lion
is more like it.

-This is his first act
of violence

since we captured him.

-Yeah, his first killing.

We'll have to get those dead
animals out of his sight.

-The creature is what he was.

-Well, I don't think
he reverted.

I think he killed the lion
defending himself.

-Oh, yes.

[dramatic music playing]

-Get up.

Pack your clothes and get out.

-Okay, but I'll leave
in the morning.

-Now. Or I'll have you
thrown out.

Hurry up.

-What's bothering you, doc?

Your wife?

-Get out.

-Oh, it must be your wife, doc.

-Shut up and get out.

-Okay.

But it could've been any guy
she'd get friendly with.

She hates you that much.

[suspenseful music playing]

[creature growling]

[creature grunting]

[door unlocks]

[creature growling]

[loud clanks]

[creature growling]

[creature growling]

[creature roaring]

[creature roaring]

[creature growling]

[creature roaring]

[creature roaring]

-No.

No.

[glass shattering]

[creature growling]

[grunts]

[screams]

[dramatic music playing]

[gunshot]

[creature growling]

-Well, our experiment's over
and it's failed.

The beast remains the beast.

-I don't think so.

The creature moved
a step forward.

He didn't attack
until he was attacked.

He killed the real enemy.

-And Barton?

-Oh, he killed an enemy
of his own creation.

The whole world was his enemy.

-We're not so far
from the jungle after all.

-Hmm, not so far
from the stars, either.

I guess the way we go
depends upon

what we're willing
to understand about ourselves.

-And willing to admit.

Good-bye, Dr. Johnson.

-Good-bye.

-Dr. Borg,
thank you for everything.

-Mrs. Barton.

-Are you ready to leave?
-Yes.

The officer is taking me
to the train.

-We'll arrange everything here.

-Will I see you again?

-Yes, of course.

[phone rings]

-Yes?

Right.

Got it.

There's an all-points call
out on him.

Said they sighted him
five miles west of here,

heading for the coast.

[waves crashing]

[dramatic music playing]