All language subtitles for Attack of the Crab Monsters 1957 HD

- And the lord said
I will destroy man

whom I have created
from the face of the earth,

both man and beast
and the creeping thing

and the fowls of the air,

for it repenteth me
that I have made them.

Make that line fast.

Everybody ashore.

Strange.

We can only see a small part
of the island from this spot,

but yet you can feel lack of welcome,

lack of abiding life, huh?

Yeah, I felt the
same when I came here

before to rescue your first team.

I not only knew that they were gone,

but that they were lost completely

and forever, body and soul.

Please, lieutenant, some of those men

were our friends from
the same institute.

Sorry, Miss Hunter.

- I'm not so sure you
are right, Monsieur Quinlan.

Maybe their bodies are gone,

but who can tell of their souls, eh?

Maybe if I call to
them they will answer.

Their ghosts will answer.

McLane!

Hello!

McLane!

Where is the house, lieutenant?

You can't see it from the shore.

It's back in the hills
at the head of that gorge,

just hidden in the cliff.

How fitting.

Might as well have a look at it.

- Well, they're coming
in with the second load

of supplies from the plane.

I'll have it sent right up.

Hold your headway!

You're gonna broach!

Tate, sit down in there!

Well, get him up!

I see him, he's on the bottom.

What's the foul-up there?

God help us.

Cover him.

You know, I wish they'd get back.

I don't like being out here

all alone with old
Tate's rigor mortis.

Sam, how did a nervous guy like you

ever get involved
in demolitions work?

Nervous, what do you mean nervous?

I'm not nervous, just a
little high-strung, that's all.

- Come on, help me get
these pineapples inside.

- You know, I don't know
what we're gonna use these for

out here anyway.

Unless it's to practice
pitching to those babies out there.

Took his head off, his head?

I'm afraid so.

We're gonna take him
back to Enewetak for burial.

- I hope that man's death is
not an omen of things to come.

- Frankly, doctor, I
wouldn't care to stay here with you,

but if you run into
trouble or you need extra supplies,

you can always reach
the base by radio.

That is, if this rotten weather

will let us get back
to the base at all.

Something in the air is wrong.

Can you tell me what
it is, lieutenant?

Well, I don't know, sir.

Maybe it's because there's no sound,

no animal noises of any kind.

- Well, looks like we
got the dynamite by mistake.

Looks like it.

I'll cart it back down to the beach.

Oh, excuse me, doctor.

- That's quite all
right, just call me Martie.

Okay, Martie.

- You know, the navy boys
really fixed this place up.

I'm almost gonna enjoy being here.

- Yeah, you'd never
think it was a complete wreck

a few months ago.

- If you want to see a
wreck, take a look at my back.

Karl, it'll be dark in a few minutes.

Want to come watch the takeoff?

- I'd like to.
- I'll get the others.

- Lieutenant, I don't want
to annoy you again,

but nothing was left?

Not a hair nor a fingernail clipping?

Only McLane's journal?

Well, that's all, doctor.

- That they are dead,
I can believe possible,

but to vanish from
the face of the earth?

No!

The navy thinks they were all at sea

in their small boat
when the typhoon hit.

Lost with all hands is an old story.

Yes, but.

Everybody okay?

Yeah, it looks that way.

You okay, Mac?

- Yeah, nothing that getting
off this old pile won't cure.

- See you in a month!
- One month, no more, oui?

- Oui!
- We'll watch you

from the cliffs.

Au revoir!

- Did you hear those
sounds just before the quake?

What sounds, mon ami?

A deeper booming and rumbling?

No, I'm afraid not.

Doctor Carson means the explosions.

We should get up to the cliffs.

Hey, Hank, you're a scientist.

How come they need a demo
team like us on this hunk of dirt?

I'm no scientist.

I'm a technician and a handyman.

- So, you still
don't know what's going on?

- Well, you remember that first big H
- bomb test?

- The one that blew Elugelab
Island right out of the ocean?

Who forgets that?

- A tremendous amount
of the radioactive fallout

came this way.

A great seething, burning
cloud of it sank into this area,

blanketing the island with hot ashes

and radioactive seawater.

Dr. Weigand's group is here to study

fallout effects at their worst.

Dr. James Carson is a geologist.

He'll try to learn
what's happening to the soil.

The botanist, Jules Deveroux,

will examine all the plant life
for radiation poisoning.

Martha Hunter and
Dale Drewer are biologists.

He works on land animalism

while she takes care of the seafood.

Dr. Karl Weigand is
a nuclear physicist.

He'll collect their findings
and relate them

to the present
theories on the effects

of too much radiation.

- We blow up mountains for
the geologist Carson.

But this is the second
bunch of brains to come out here.

What happened to the first?

They were here, and a storm hit.

Then they were gone.

That's all anybody knows.

Doesn't anybody wonder?

Everybody wonders.

They just don't like
to talk about it.

Come on, we'll miss the takeoff.

Hank, get to the radio.

There's something.

- It's a commercial
station, probably Manila or Samoa.

It's all from beyond the
area of disturbance.

I don't get a thing
on the navy bands.

Keep trying.

All those men killed,

we can't even send
word through this storm.

The navy'll send a
search plane, honey.

- No, the navy will
assume that Lieutenant Quinlan

decided to remain here rather
than risk the storm.

- Enewetak's probably
getting as much static as we are.

- Probably, which
means we can't do anything

until conditions improve.

So why don't we let Hank keep trying

while we begin our own working?

We have to go over
McLane's journal sooner or later,

so it might as well be now.

Then let us go into the living room.

Thursday, March 11.

Today Dr. Ben Diaz's culture
failed to produce

any sign of bacteria, though left
for five days in the open.

Friday, March 12.

This afternoon, Professor
Carter found a large piece

of flesh having the same composition

as that of the common earthworm,

but measured 24 inches by eight.

With this section as a measure,

the wormlike creature would be

more than five feet in length.

Most intriguing is
the tissue's consistency.

It proved impossible to cut,

knives passing through the
flesh leaving no mark.

Fire was applied to the tissue,

and the calorie result.

The journal ends there.

Well, it's getting very late.

Why don't we work out
tomorrow's schedule

and then get some sleep.

What about that five
foot nightcrawler?

Well, excuse me for being so stupid,

me and that book you're reading.

We weren't laughing at you, Hank.

It's just that McLane didn't
really mean to imply

that the flesh was from a big worm.

He said from a wormlike creature.

You know, it might've
been a sea worm.

They've been known to grow
much longer than five feet.

- Well, excuse me for
shooting my mouth off,

but the journal didn't
say anything about the sea.

Just talked about worms.

Nothing in my experience

leads me towards
McLane's worm theory.

Nothing.

You would know better than I.

But why, I ask, did the writer stop

in the middle of a sentence?

Yes, why, Karl?

Unless something
really unusual happened,

I'm sure he would've finished.

We shall find out, I think.

Well, Jim and I will head down

to south valley in the morning.

You know, I haven't seen any
insect life since we arrived.

Shh.

Quiet.

Listen.

Just the wind.

You nearly frightened me to death.

Well now, I couldn't very well

announce myself underwater, could I?

Besides, you looked
scared down there.

I was scared, and lost too.

You know, Dale, it's funny,

but I was using a big black
rock as a landmark,

but when I swam back,
the rock was gone.

Well, I did see
something move near you.

You did?

I wonder what it could've been?

I don't know.

Just a big black shape
moving through the kelp.

Land crabs and seagulls.

Everything else is dead.

Dale!

Martha!

What's the matter, Carson?

Come up the path, we'll meet you.

They must have found something.

Come on, hon.

Oh, hold it.

That ridge will drop right off.

Off what?

Come, see for yourself.

- But only this
morning I came along this path

on my way to the beach.

And it wasn't there.

You mean this pit wasn't here before?

- It has only appeared
in the last 20 minutes.

And it's at least 50 feet deep.

Nothing but land crabs.

- I want to go down there.
- No.

- Why not?
- You are a geologist.

You know that a second disturbance
would cause a cave-in

that would crush
anybody down in the pit.

He seems pretty definite, Jim.

Is he right about a cave-in?

He could be,

assuming this was
caused by a disturbance.

- Why, it's glazed as
though it had been fired in a kiln.

- Sommers, you and
Fellows better put a couple

of your lanterns around
this pit so as to keep any of us

from falling in in
the middle of the night.

Come on, honey,
let's go back to the house.

Martha.

Awake.

Martha Hunter.

Awake.

Awake, Martha.

It is McLane.

Awake.

McLane?

Martha, come to me.

Help me.

Help me.

Martha.

Martha Hunter.

Help me.

Help me.

Martha, help me.

Help me.

Martha.

Come to me.

Jim, but what?

I thought.
- So you heard it too?

Yes, it was awful, McLane's voice.

He called me as plain as day.

- Strange, because I
only heard him call my name.

- How could the navy search
this whole island

and miss a survivor?

If he is a survivor.

What does that mean?

You heard him as well as I.

- Someone could've
been imitating his voice.

Well, who would do that?

- I don't know, but I
do know that McLane's dead.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'm going to find out for sure.

Jim, you're not going down there.

Yes, I am.

But Karl's against it.

He's afraid of cave-ins.

I'm not.

Keep this on me till
I'm out of sight.

Jim, you don't know
what's down there.

What could be other than earth,

water, and a few land crabs?

Jim?

Jim.

I see her.

Martha.

Martie.

Oh, she has fainted, no more.

It's all right, honey.

It's all right.

Where's Jim?

He's in the pit.

He went into the pit.

I saw the rope go slack.

He must've fallen during the quake.

I warned him.

Carson!

Can you hear me?

Are you alive?
- Dr. Weigand!

My knee, it's broken!

We are coming for you!

Don't try to move!

No, Jules.
- But we must go down to him.

Not this way.

The rope may be too short.

Then how?

Through the caves.

The great caves to the sea.

- But how do you know the
caves connect with the pit?

Gentlemen, for
reasons I have guessed,

Dr. Carson also, these
caves must join the pit

because the pit was
created from below,

not from the surface.

Dale, take Martha back to the house.

The rest of us will
look for Dr. Carson.

Dale, I'm all right.

They'll need you with them.

- If we can bring Dr.
Carson out, two of us are enough.

If we can't, a whole army
will do us no good.

Are you hiding
something from us, doc?

A theory perhaps?

Maybe.

Come, we must hurry.

You all right?

Just a little shaky.

- Let's get back to the house
and get some coffee.

Oh, I thought you were the boogeyman.

- I thought we heard a
girl screaming during the quake.

- Did part of the
cliffs fall away into the sea?

Part of 'em?

Well, it was pretty
dark where we were,

but it looked like the
whole island was coming down.

The boulders almost crashed
us in the tent.

The whole island, yes.

We must go faster,
there is very little time.

Little time for what?

That is Dr. Weigand's small secret.

Let us catch him and find out.

Doctor, why did you try to stop me

from throwing that rock?

I just don't like to kill anything,

even such ugly creatures as these.

Poor helpless things.

Helpless nothing.

You ever see a bunch of
them start on a wounded marine?

They finish him off in five minutes.

- That's all the more
reason to get Jim out of that pit.

Yes, all the more reason.

- Now, what do you want
with McLane's journal now, honey?

I just thought I'd look through it

and see what it was Mac said
about those great caves

appearing in the sides of the hills.

Well, he didn't say much,

except that it always
happened at night.

It was right in here.

There it is again.

- Another quake.
- No, the other sound.

I heard it at the pit.

You know if we both hadn't heard it,

I'd swear it was my own imagination.

Dale, what can it be?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Now, stay here, Martie.

Don't go in there.

Put out the lights.

There's light ahead.

It's coming from the pit.

- Carson, we are near you!
- Quiet.

Come quickly.

He's still alive.

So let's get him out of here.

- We can get him out, but
we must move with caution.

Why?

Do not call to him.

Why not, doctor?

Blood.

Where could he drag himself?

We will not find him tonight.

We had better return in the morning

when there is more light.

I don't like the idea of leaving him

here all night with a busted leg.

Nor do I.

Up the rope, quickly.

- We might as well go
back through the caves.

No, up the rope.

- Dr. Weigand, you are
a great nuclear physicist

while I am a simple
provincial botanist,

but there are things
I do not understand.

There are many things

that I do not understand also, Jules.

You had better climb.

Our tent's just outside the cave.

We don't have to go up the rope.

Up the rope!

That's what I was afraid of.

It stopped.

- Whatever it was
must've damaged the wiring.

Light one of the
kerosene lamps, will you, honey?

Here's your motive.

Food.

But not much considering the size

of the thing that did all of this.

I guess there's no point in waiting

for the rest to get back.

The storm should've
let up enough for me

to get through to the navy now.

Come on.

Oh, Dale.

Whatever it was that did this

deliberately destroyed the radio.

It had to be deliberate.

Every piece of wiring
has been ripped out

and chopped to bits.

Look.

Every tube has been
sliced neatly in half.

And it had to reach
way inside to do it

without wrecking these cabinets.

Well, all I can say is

why wasn't I invited to the party?

Not funny, eh?

Well, that's as it should be.

Do you think you can fix it?

Fix it?

I'll need a whole new outfit
from the bottom up.

You have parts?

Enough to build a new one?

I don't know.

- Why do you suppose it didn't
come through the door

and get us, Karl?

I don't know, I can only guess.

It would take considerable power

to keep the intruder
behind this door.

There is power in the lighting
in the living room.

You mean it's afraid of electricity?

I think so.

Have you any other ideas?

Once upon a time,
there was a mountain.

Hmm?

Yesterday, when we
came to this island,

there was a mountain out there.

Today there's no mountain.

I am not surprised.

- You're not surprised at
anything, are you, doctor?

I suppose you can tell us

what tore up this room last night.

No, I cannot tell you that.

But I can tell you this,

everything that has happened

from the death of the first sailor

to the destruction of our radio
must be somehow related.

They are too far from
the normal scheme of things

to be separate accidents.

If there is a single cause,

then that cause is
outside of nature as we know it.

- Yes, that is why I insisted
on caution entering the caves.

We are unquestionably on
the brink of a great discovery.

It is not likely that that discovery

will be of a pleasant nature.

That is the sum of my knowledge.

If you need more, I suggest
you ask Dr. McLane

when next his voice
calls in the night.

Now, let us again seek Dr. Carson.

I don't understand this.

We've covered every
exit in the base of the pit.

Wounded as he was, he
couldn't have crawled this far.

Yet, still no sign of him.

Nor will be, eh, Karl?

Get close to the walls!

Something to tie it with.

Top of my pack, Karl.

Here, you'll need a tourniquet too.

Hello there, anybody alive?

He all right?

How did you know we were in here?

We didn't.

We were on the other
side of the island.

- Well, what used to be
the other side of the island.

Most of it's fallen
to the drink already.

- So we run in here when
we heard you call.

Call, We didn't call you.

Whose voice did you hear?

Well, it sounded like the other guy.

You know, the fellow
who fell into the pit.

So he is still alive.

- If we do not move
fast, Jules will not be alive.

Come, give us a hand.

This will help you sleep, Jules.

Thank you, Martha.

I could use some sleep.

Give me two.

Here's two.

And I'll take one.

Bet you 10.

- Okay, I bet you 10
and I'll raise you 10.

- If you're not careful, you'll
raise us both 10 feet.

What's the matter, nervous?

What do you mean, nervous?

Okay, what do you got?

Three queens.

- Well, big deal, so you
finally won a hand.

I'm still 100 sticks of dynamite

and one wild explosion ahead of you.

What's that?

Sounds like a kid dragging a stick

across a picket fence.

We ain't got no
picket fence out here.

Professor Deveroux.

Professor Deveroux.

Who is there?

Seaman Ron Fellows.

And Sam Sommers.

We found Dr. Carson.

Where are you?

We're outside.

We can take you to Dr.
Carson, but you got to be quiet.

Very quiet.

Will you come?

Yes.

- Come down the path
toward the big pit.

- We'll meet you there
and lead you to Carson.

I will be there.

Fellows?

Sommers?

We're right here, professor.

Sounded like Jules.

Deveroux?

Yes, what is it?

I am here.
- Are you all right?

Yes.

The pain is less.

Keep talking.

We thought we heard you cry out.

I have been asleep.

- Perhaps you were talking
in your sleep.

Ah, yes.

Then I hope I did not
blemish the reputations

of any fair ladies I may have known.

You didn't mention any names.

I never asked any names.

Tell me of this cry you heard.

- It sounded like you, like
you would've sounded

in your death agonies.
- It could hardly

have been me, doctor, when
I have been here all the time

dreaming of all the things
I might learn to do

with only my left hand.

And though even it was fixed
with a hook, and that.

Congratulations, Dr. Weigand.

Where are you?

Where all of you soon will be.

I shall be back tomorrow night.

Bon soir.

Deveroux!

Deveroux!

What does it mean, doctor?

He is dead.

But he spoke, Karl.

This supposed to be a ghost story?

No.

No, I do not believe in ghosts.

We are dealing with
a man who is dead,

but whose voice and memory live.

How this can be, I do not know.

But its implications
are far more terrible

than any ghost could ever be.

But what happened to
their bodies, Karl?

They were eaten.

Even the bones?

The bones are, I think, hidden.

Most of the dynamite is gone.

Huh, dynamite?

But not the grenades.

I don't understand it.

I don't understand it.

- Well, we may as
well pick up what's left.

Yes, we shall need them.

We shall have to stay
away from the beach hereafter.

Come Hank, We still
have the radio to repair.

Tonight we will wait
for Jules to speak to us.

Well, it's long after dark.

We should've heard him by now.

We will hear.

Be patient.

Good evening,

I am glad you are all still with us.

Be not shocked that
the weapon speaks.

I transmit, so I must be received.

Hearken to all things metal,
for I may be in them.

What do you want?

First I want to reassure you

that I am of sound
mind, if not of body.

Something remarkable
has happened to me.

I would like all of you to
come and see for yourselves.

Where are you, Jules?

- In the caves, at the
bottom of Carson's pit.

And what about Carson?

I'm here too.

My leg no longer troubles me.

It's all most exhilarating.

Will you come?

Yes.

Wait for us.

We await.

- Let's go.
- Dale!

We shall need the equipment.

We must go, we have to find out.

We are here!

Show yourself!

Get back here!

I killed it.

Yes.

By the sheerest luck.

Why didn't the grenades hurt it?

- Remember what the
journal said about the worm?

- Yeah, that a knife
passed through it like water.

- The stone penetrated
its brain or motor area,

or whatever keeps the thing alive.

I think if we remove the stone,

the crab would return to life.

Well, let's just leave it be, huh?

We will bury it.

If a blade passes through it
like a finger through mercury,

then like a river of mercury,

we should be able
to sever a part of it

by completely separating
it from the rest of the body.

Thusly.

There.

Now we have a specimen.

Fetch your dynamite, Hank.

Do you have any theories, doctor?

Perhaps.

All I can tell you now is that
this is a male land crab,

which you as a
biologist will know better than I.

- Yes, Karl, I know
the species appears to be

that of an ordinary land crab,

but.

Out, quickly!

Down!

- You have destroyed McLane
and all of his party.

You have destroyed them
and tried to destroy me.

This,, was one grave mistake.

Well, doctor?

This is ridiculous.

Molecular structure of
this crab is entirely disrupted.

There's no cohesion
between the atoms.

I don't understand.

Nor do I.

Apparently we have one
of those biological freaks

resulting from an
overdose of radiation poisoning.

The way to explain it is,

look, electricity.

The free electron in
the copper atom breaks off

to circle the next atom,

taking the charge along the wire.

Do you follow me, Hank?

I think so.

The free electrons
jump from atom to atom

along the copper at
the speed of light.

I remember that from high school.

Yes, atom to atom.

Well, something like
that has happened to our crab.

But instead of free electrons,

the crab has free
atoms, all disconnected.

It's like a mass of
liquid with a permanent shape.

Any metal, therefore,
that the crab eats

will be assimilated in his
body of solid energy,

becoming part of the crab.

Like the bodies of the dead men?

Yes.

And their brain tissue,
which after all is nothing more

than a storage house for
electrical impulses.

- That means that the crab
can eat his victim's brain,

absorbing his mind
intact and working.

It's as good a theory as any other

to explain what's happened.

But, doctor, that
theory doesn't explain

why Jules' and Carson's minds
have turned against us.

Preservation of the species.

Once they were men,
now they are land crabs.

- Okay, professor, how are
the crabs blowing up the island?

I am not sure.

But I imagine they are
able to send out arcs of heat.

They are packed with it.

The sides of the pit were
glazed as if the rock were melted.

- They can melt and
fuse parts of the caverns,

explode the materials
contained and bring about the slides.

Why?

To get at us, of course.

- Looks like we're on
the verge of a blessed event.

What's that?

What's that?

Or is this the one you killed?

No, it is still alive.

We did not kill it.

Notice the belt of yellow fat

around the base of the shell?

It would indicate that she's
in a very delicate condition,

and pretty close too.

I, for one, should
not like to be around

to hear the patter
of so many tiny feet.

Then we've got to kill it.

Kill it?

It's easier said than done, Hank.

Now wait, this needs some thought.

- Doctor, you're not
going to suggest

that we save it for science.

That would be suicide.

No thank you, Martha.

I have no ambition
toward becoming a mad scientist.

But I do think we ought
to try and capture the thing.

Would you not like to examine
a live specimen?

Certainly, I would.

But I had a chance to
see how the specimen

examined the lab wall last night.

Hey, take a look at this.

You said something about the crab

being afraid of electricity, doctor.

Let's find out.

Ashes!

The electricity destroyed
the leg in less than a second.

- That proves that the crab
is negatively charged.

Yes.

Then, Hank, you must
create a trap of positive energy.

Ha, it works!

Well, sure it does, doctor.

Easier to build than
a model airplane.

The charge must be just strong enough

to de-energize the crab

long enough for us to
remove the claws and cage it,

but not strong enough
to kill the thing.

That's fine, Karl,

but how do we get
the crab to step into it?

- Apparently the
creature sleeps by daytime.

We must take the arc and place it

in one of the
well-traveled cave routes.

He has eight legs with which
to step on the plate.

I am sure he will manage.

- Yes, but you better
select a new approach to the cave.

The beach entrance is
completely underwater,

and the pit is.

He is using the dynamite.

We must hurry.

- You've already lowered
the electric eyes into the cave?

Yes, you must place them either side

of one of the upper caves.

The lower caverns
will be flooded by now.

- Use the underwater
channels to the ocean as you escape.

We'll try to attract
his attention from up here.

Take care, honey.

We might as well get to work.

I'll plant this one,
you take the other.

All right.

Lonesome in here.

It's lonesome everywhere.

- You know, I bet you could
even be lonesome in a crowd.

Yeah.

- Unless of course you
found that special someone.

Found him yet?

Why do you ask?

Because I.

Behind that wall!

This might be the perfect time

to collect some of
Dr. Weigand's mercury.

If I can't make it back,

you get out of here
as fast as you can.

Hank, you.

Get into the water!

The water's down that tunnel!

- Dale, they just ran across
the bottom of the pit

into another cave.

Martha!

Let's get down to the sea entrance.

It's no good shooting, Dale.

The bullets pass
through it just like X-rays.

So, you have wounded me.

I must grow a new claw.

Well and good, for
I can do it in a day.

But will you grow new lives

when I have taken yours from you?

Do you think it'll work now, Hank?

It should, everything's put together.

The generator's always worked.

All we have to worry about
is the strength of our signal.

That is, if Dr. Deveroux and Carson

will leave us alone
long enough to try it out.

I'm afraid they won't.

Rather than our
receiving radio signals,

they would prefer to receive us

in that great common
stomach of theirs.

- Well, come on,
Karl, let's go out and see

what's left of this rock.

- I hope there is still
something left upon which to stand.

- Well, I guess it's
about time I fixed us some food.

- There used to be ridges
there for maybe two miles.

Now there's less than
half a city block.

Soon we will have nowhere to run.

That's the idea, isn't it?

The path is still there.

Yes, Karl, but where does it lead?

To the pit and to the sea.

At least to the sea.

We'll soon find out.

Aloha, Malihinis.

This is your favorite
disc jockey, Pineapple Joe.

Listen now to
Mukakima and his Ola'Kai boys

playing Muana Loa Lover.

It's working.

Only the receiver,
not the transmitter.

Well, can you fix it?

I don't know.

Maybe with this telegraph
key and a morse code setup.

Well, we don't have to worry

about the pit any longer, Karl.

No, shall we go?

Might as well.

It's not wasting any time.

The sound came from over there.

Let's go.

- Oh Hank, I don't know
what we'd have done without you.

Where did you ever
learn to fix all these things?

In the navy during the war.

And I knocked around
a lot in the radio

and the TV repair business.

Ended up in the south pacific?

Yeah.

How'd you get here?

Well, after Dale and I graduated,

we stayed on at the
Institute in research.

You've been together ever since?

Un-huh.

And when his promotion comes through,

we'll be making it a
lifetime partnership.

Yeah.

Well, let's go find Karl and Dale

and tell them this thing works.

All right.

Is that not oil?

Yes it is, Karl.

I've never heard of oil being found

on the Pacific islands before.

The detonations must've opened

a source deep in the island.

- But look, it seems to
be coming from two sources.

I suggest we trace them.

You want to follow
this oil underground?

I feel we must.

But the crab, Karl.

The crab is like a rattlesnake.

It can be heard long
before it can be seen.

I believe we can keep out of its way

if we only remain alert.

He knows this better than we do.

That is why he is
trying to reduce this island

to a small corner from
which we cannot escape.

All right.

But at the first sound of a rattle,
get out of there, huh?

All right, don't worry.

Don't worry.

You follow this stream, and
I shall follow the other one.

- Dale, what is it?
- Karl's down in the caves!

- Why did he go?
- Never mind!

The crab is heading straight for him.

We've got to get him
out before it's too late.

Then let's go!

Stay there, Martie!

Martha!

Get out of here!

- Keep going!
- Dale, no!

I'm gonna light the oil back there.

Come on, he knows what he's doing.

Come on!

Did you kill it?

No.

He can avoid the main stream.

- Of all of us, I
thought Karl would be the one to.

That fire won't hold it very long.

- I don't think it
matters much anymore, Hank.

Well, just so it holds it long enough

for me to get one message
away, just one more S.O.S.

Hank, you've got the radio?

That was quick thinking, Dale.

The pity is that all
fires must one day burn out.

You getting through, Hank?

How should I know?

I'm not on the other
end of this thing.

Oh Hank, you must get through.

I know it.

It's gone dead.

- I am afraid that won't
help you, Hank.

By the time ships
and planes can arrive,

this island will have
vanished beneath the waves of the sea.

But you will not drown.

You will be a part of me.

- And as with McLane, there
will be no evidence

of how you vanished
or of my existence.

We will rest in the
caves and plan our assault

upon the world of men!

- No!
- Run!

Get out of here!

Look!

The water's rising.

Come on, climb!

Hank, you got any fight left?

What for?

It's only wasted energy.

Sure, I got fight left.

- I don't know what
good these will be now, Hank,

but I got two grenades left.

How about you?
- I got four.

Let's see what's in the toolbox.

Transmitter's still working.

Here, this looks good.

Dale!

Go!

Let's try and blast him, Hank.

Foolish, very foolish.

Watch it, Hank.

Hank!

He gave his life.
- I know.