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Esteemed Professor
Erlacher, (Rats squeaking)

I hereby confirm that I will present to
the next international genetics congress,

The new hybrid I have developed by introducing
the sperm of a rat into the ovum of a monkey.

This hybrid has in it's
teeth and under it's nails...

A very potent poison.

One that produces a kind of
instantaneous leptospirosis.

It's bite or scratch will kill a
human being in just a few seconds.

Hope you enjoy your
dinner, filthy, stinking animal.

He should kill you all.

That's what I say.

(Laughing)

Hey, Mousy, wake up.

Now, be good. (Mousy growls)

Don't touch me with
those. Much too dangerous.

We're friends after all, huh?

You get presented at the
next genetics congress.

You know, when I started this
experiment, they all thought I was a fool.

Well, we'll show them,
won't we. (Mousy growls)

You shouldn't scratch
the guy who loves you.

You have to learn to love
me too. OK, Mousy? (Growls)

Once we get to the congress,
they'll call you by your scientific name.

No more Mousy.

- Antonio.
- Yes, sir?

Tomorrow, before
we go to the city,

Get rid of these rats.

Mm, with pleasure.

Easiest to burn them.

And feed him in half an hour.

Raw meat's the only
thing he'll eat now.

As I expected. It's
the right diet for him.

If you say so, doc.

But don't you think he's grown
too strong this past month?

Don't worry about that Antonio.

Just keep away from his claws.

Tell me about it.

(Rats squeaking)

(Eerie music)

OK, let's put the umbrella
down. (Rock music)

That's it. Beautiful, beautiful.

Just like that. That's
it. Have more fun with it.

That's it, that's it.
Beautiful. One more.

Good. Turn around now.
That's it. Just like that.

Stayjust like you
are. Drop the umbrella.

On your knees now.
That's it. Beautiful, beautiful.

Lightning. Hold
that. That is fantastic.

There ya go. Come on now. Let
me see you having a good time.

(Sinister squeaking)

Oh, that there. Hold it.

Beautiful, beautiful.
Lemme get one of these.

Over here a little bit.
Lean on your right hand.

That's it. Just like that.

(Squeaking)

Ah ha. Think that's
the end of the reel.

You want one like this, Mark?

Not right now. I'm gonna
work with Marylin for a while.

Is there anything to drink?

Didn't you see the
cooler I brought?

It's up there.

Marylin, it's your turn.
I'm taking a break. Move.

(Squeaking, gasping)

Here I come.

Marylin: Did you two
create something beautiful?

Peggy: Are you kidding?

The only thing he's got that clicks
with me is a shutter. (Laughing)

What are you laughing about?

Why? We're not allowed to laugh?

Let me in on thejoke too.

We were talking about you.

And you know what she said?

That you were just
mean and nasty.

Isn't she happy here?

Yep. She's OK.

- For now.
- You're doing great.

Let's try to keep her that way.

You know the client only hired
us because he likes Peggy.

He's paying good
money for the job.

It's true.

We'll do it for the
money. OK, let's go!

(Rock music)

- Woo!
- Alright.

Move it. Move that stuff.

I love it. I love it!

That's it.

Hey, come on!

Let's get around! Make
some fucking money!

This time over to
the right, to the right.

Hold it.

Down in the water. Up. Hold it.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Now, pull out all the
stops! Let's go! Go!

Not bad. I think we
deserve a break, alright?

Mark: Is there anything
left in the cooler?

I'm dying of thirst.

Keeping up with
that lady isn't easy.

Peggy: Hmm, some moves
you were putting on there.

Now that I've seen
how the pros do it,

I'm for an early retirement.

(Screaming) (lntense music)

Mark!

Ahh, it was nothing.

Well, it was enough for me.

Thank god tomorrow
I'll be back in New York.

I couldn't take
one more day here.

Lucky you.

I'll be here at
least three more.

Mark, are we still going
to shoot in the jungle?

Oh, of course.

We have to get up
tomorrow morning at dawn.

That's awful. That's evil!

There's a party on tonight.

And I'm not going
to miss it. No way!

- You wanna go to the party?
- Damn right.

Then you lose the job.

Ugh, your a
slave-driving, blackmailer.

No, I'm the photographer who's gonna
make you famous one day, Marylin.

Hmm.

Mark, wouldn't it be
good to call the police?

Why the police?

Well, I think we should tell them about
what we saw today down at the beach.

Don't say a word to anyone.

We're not in New York.

And I don't feel like being
interrogated by the police...

About somebody
I don't even know.

He may have been
there for months.

But, Mark, you saw him.

So what?

It was...

Oh my god, like an animal had-

OK, OK.

Peggy, please. Just stop it.

When I think about what
I saw today I almost faint.

You're going back to
New York tomorrow.

And I have to stay here.

You hear that, Peggy?

Marylin gets scared
just at the thought.

(Tropical music)

Do you think there's
anything goin' on...

Between Mark and Monique?

I don't know.

And, frankly, I
couldn't care less.

I'm done. And tomorrow
I'll be back in New York.

I can't wait. My New York.

Homesick, are you?

Yes, I happen to like the city.

The life, the crowds.

Each to his own.

What are you doing tonight?

I've got a date.

With a very important...

- And fascinating man.
- Ahh.

- But...
- But?

Would you lend me
your black dress?

Uh...

You don't mind, do you?

Don't be silly.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Yes, ah. Monique, of course.

How are you, baby?

What?

Eh, don't be silly.
It's all stories.

That's all stories.

I don't believe that
you feel lonely, no.

I'm alone.

Where do you think I am?

I work here like mad.

Believe me, I
work here like mad.

You can come over and...

What?

Yes, yes. Of course
we can go out.

Don't worry, dear.
I'll call you back, OK?

Yes, I'll call you back.

(Eerie music)

(Spanish music on radio)

(Tire pops)

What happened?

Tire blew out, ma'am.

Well?

I don't have a spare, miss.

I'm sorry. You'll have to walk.

Oh, but I-

But I'll be late.

It's just a flat.
Can't you fix it?

It's the third one today.

I don't have anymore spares.

Well, which way do I go?

Uh, there's a bus stop about
100 meters down the road.

100 meters? Is it safe to walk?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Uh, senorita...

For favor, the fare?

- Keep the change.
- Gracias.

(Mysterious music)

(Screeching)

(Dish breaks)

(Screeching)

(Door slams)

(Tense music)

Anyone here?

Hello?

Isn't anyone home?

(Dog barking in background)

(Screeching)

(Knife scraping)

(Heavy breathing)

(Knife scraping)

(Heavy breathing)

(Knife scraping)

(Eerie music)

(Door breaks)

(Heavy breathing)

(Eerie music)

(Gasping) (Beads falling)

(Man chuckles)

(Squealing)

(Screeching) (Screaming)

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

(Screeching)

(lntense screeching)

(Airplane engines)

(Airport noise)

Hey, taxi!

Taxi!

Excuse me.

I called that one.

Are you sure?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, boy.

Listen, why don't you get in?

We're both going to
town, and I'll drop you off.

Well, OK. Just don't go
getting the wrong idea.

Not me.

- Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias, senor.

My name's Fred Williams.

I'm leaving on the first
afternoon flight, so forget it.

I wasn't trying to pick you up.

Where are you going?

To the morgue.

I'm sorry. Is there
anything I can do?

No. Yes, have
you got a cigarette?

Sure.

Here you go.

All set.

I'm sorry, really.

I didn't mean to be so rude.

It's alright. Forget it.

It has to do with my sister.

- She have an accident?
- Mm-mm.

She was murdered.

Some maniac. She was
here- She was working.

- Senor?
- Where to?

The morgue.

The body was chewed by rats.

Better brace yourself, senorita.

Go ahead.

Oh.

Inspector, you're going to
hear from my father, the senator.

Why?

Because this isn't my sister.

You frightened me for no reason.

What? What do you mean?

That's impossible.

I'm telling you that this
woman is not my sister, Marilyn.

She was American of the same description
with a purse with your sister's initials.

So we were positive
we had identified her.

How about her fingerprints?

Did you even check the hotel?

No. The embassy
reported her missing.

And that was enough without carrying
out any further research on it, huh?

It appears that
that's just how it was.

But where's my sister?
Where is Marilyn?

What you're saying is that Miss
Marilyn left together with the others.

Yes. Three days ago.

To go where?

Into thejungle.

They were looking for a
more natural background.

More wild.

Thank you.

So she's still alive.

You're bound to get a
promotion on this one, Inspector.

For your information,

We have already
caught the murderer.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

He's a nutcase, a street bum.

So, Mr. Williams, you just go
on writing your TV mysteries.

And leave the investigating
to us professionals.

Do you hear me?

Loud and clear, Inspector.

(Birds chirping)

So you write mysteries, huh?

Better than true confessions.

Disappointed?

No, I'm not.

You were expecting some
millionaire, weren't you?

I'm glad this business
about Marilyn is all over.

Well, it does help having a
father who's a US senator.

Well, my dad saw
Marilyn's photos.

It's enough for me
to know she's alive.

He's not too happy she's
playing in the Caribbean, though.

Sounds too much like fun.

Well, I come here all the time.

Whenever I'm
short on inspiration.

Or I get a new idea.

Yes, how about now?

I'll tell you.

This morning, that light
bulb really flashed on.

You had an inspiration, huh?

I found a story
ready and waiting.

That girl in the morgue.

Come on, come with me.

I'll show you how I work.

- Where are we going?
- Come on.

The victim hid
inside the wardrobe.

To escape from somebody
who was following her.

But little did she realize...

That what waited
inside the wardrobe...

Would be her death.

You mean there were two of them?

And the one who killed her
was inside the wardrobe?

Nobody killed her.

What? But you saw her body.

That was murder.

She died of a heart attack.

Yep. I saw the medical
report at the morgue.

Poor girl simply died of fright.

Nothing more than that.

And what caused
her to die of fright...

Was the evil that left the scratch
marks here inside the wardrobe.

My guess is some hop head.

Are you serious?

Are you making this all up?

Well, I guess I was
kind of making it up.

Our friend, Inspector
Lopez, is a pretty good cop.

But he likes to have the
whole thing strictly in hand.

He has no imagination.

What do you mean by that?

Okay. Imagine this.

A beautiful girl, very
elegant, very sexy...

Walking down a dark street
at night in a horrible slum.

A street bum sees her.

He's a little bit drunk and he
can't believe this beautiful vision.

So he wants to talk to her.

To stop her, to touch her.

The girl gets frightened, let's
say, and runs to this abandoned,

half-wrecked house she sees.

Go on.

She looks around the house
and finds that wardrobe.

She shuts herself inside it.

But...

But?

What she doesn't know is that
this house has a horrible secret.

Something strange.

She hears footsteps. The
bum's footsteps. (Crashing sound)

When all of a sudden...

You hear that?

Yes.

(lntense music)

(Banging noises)

- Be careful.
- Shh.

Stand back.

(Door creaks)

(Cat howls) (Screaming)

Oh, whoa, you almost
had me convinced there.

Me too.

Hold it.

What is it?

Someone's coming.

Come on, let's get
away from here!

What's he doing?

He's looking for something.

(Clattering sound)

He's going.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

He's gone.

But who was it?

I guess somebody real curious.

It's getting late. We have
to talk to the inspector.

So you can get
on with your story.

Well, it's got a good beginning.

I got the inspector
just as he was leaving.

We'll get this over
with in just a minute.

Okay, fine.

- Ah, Inspector.
- Mr. Williams.

We wanted to talk to you for a
few minutes. (Sirens in background)

Anything new on
your side of the fence?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been looking
for you for two hours.

Oh, have you now?

If we could talk this over
in your office, Inspector.

We found the
corpse of another girl.

And it might be your sister.

You better take a look, miss.

I think you owe it to yourself.

My car's over there.

Why not?

I've got something
interesting to tell you-

Some other time, Mr. Williams.

This isn't Marilyn either.

She's in thejungle.

She's on an assignment.

Are you sure?

Yes, yes, yes. positive, OK?

Now let me get out of here.

- I want to get out of here!
- Come on, Inspector.

Ah, come on. It's not
the end of the world.

Anyway, you'll feel better
tomorrow morning. I guarantee it.

Fred.

What is it?

I'm afraid. I'm
afraid for Marilyn.

I've got this premonition.

I phoned my father,
and he's worried too.

What do you want me to do?

I've decided to stay here.

I want to talk to Marilyn.

I want to see that she's alive.

Well, you can
count on me for help.

My story is taking
an unexpected twist.

(Upbeat music)

Jump down. Great.

There you go. Uh huh. Beautiful.

The side now.

Great. Uh huh.

Come to me now.

Uh huh. Keep coming.

Let's go down there.

Good. Good.

More energy.

Good.

(Birds chirping)

Good, good.

Turn, turn.

Faster.

OK, come on. Let's go.

Hold that right there.

That's right.

Feel the jungle.
You're an animal.

You're wild. Let it go.

That's it, all of it.

OK, back up.

Up the steps.

Now, sing for me, Marilyn.

Higher.

Move back a little. Go on.

That's it, right there.

Good.

Oh!

This is gonna stun the lot.

I love it.

I love you.

Now, move back
just a little farther.

Little more, little more.

Getting better all the time.

(Ominous music)

(Screaming)

Where's the nearest town?

San Martin. It's about
three miles from here.

We still might see
a house before that.

I'll go see if there's
a phone in this place.

There's no one here.

Looks like a ghost town.

Yeah, could use
a dab of paint here.

(Squeaking) I don't
like this place, Mark.

It's spooky.

(Eerie music)

Anyone here?

Let's get out of here, Mark.
There's no one here. (Squeaking)

There's roaches
and rats. Come on.

Hey, we have to wait
for Monique, you know.

Mark she's never going to find
a phone here. That's for sure.

Get her back, Mark. Let's go.

Will you relax? Forget it.

There's nothing to
be nervous about.

Yeah. I hope you're right.

But I was the one who
got this blood all over me.

(Sighs)

You can take a shower.

Hey, what are we waiting for?

Would you go get Monique?

Come on.

Look, Marilyn, there's got
to be somebody living here.

And besides, it shouldn't
take too long to find them.

Yeah.

I'm going.

Hey, where are you going?

You told me to get
Monique, remember?

(Sighing) I sure do.

Well, that's what I'm
doing. You satisfied?

Satisfied, sure.

Be right back.

(Ominous music)
(Loud screeching)

(Clattering)

(Louder Clattering)

(Grunting)

Oh, damn it!

Oh, Jesus. (Loud clattering)

(Ominous music)

(Clattering)

(Clattering)

(Ominous music)

(Squeaking)

(Growling) (Screaming)

(Screeching)

Monique! Monique! (Screaming)

Mark: Open the
door! What's wrong?

(Loud screeching) (Screaming)

What's going on
in there? Monique!

Mark, what's wrong?

Why's she screaming?

Monique's in there and I
can't open the goddamn door!

(Screeching)

(Ominous music)

She's not yelling now.

Try the window.

Naw, they're all blocked. The
only way is to get this door open.

I'll try this bar.

(Grunting)

Got it.

No, Marilyn, you
better stay out here.

I don't know what
I'm gonna find in there.

I'm coming with you.

Forget it. Out
here is much safer.

Mark: Monique! Oh,
my god! Monique!

Mark!

Monique, where is she?

No. Better not look.

What happened to her?

I'm not sure,
but it's horrifying.

She's ripped the shreds.

She looks like she's been
attacked by some kind of animal.

(Gasps)

Mark, those dead
girls, the other ones.

- Was it the same thing?
- Maybe.

Some bloodthirsty animal
is killing all these people.

(Clattering) What's
that? You hear it?

It's still here.

Oh, Mark, Mark!

Take me away! Please, Mark!

What's your sister like?

The black sheep of the family.

Ever since I can remember, she's
been getting into trouble always.

Two years ago, she left
home to become a model.

And you know the rest.

What about you?

What do you want to know?

Everything. I'm a writer.

We're all curious by nature.

It's our one bad habit.

Okay. I'm 29 years old.

And for all those years, I've
been living in my father's house.

I work in Washington.

I'm single. How's that?

Complete and to the point.

(Eerie music) (Dogs
barking in background)

There you are.

In a few days,
there'll be no trace left.

I hope so.

Are you a real doctor?

(Chuckles)

Let's just say...

But anyway, I haven't
practiced for years.

You're not American.

No, British.

But my family came
from a small town in Spain.

I'm sorry about the accident.

Tonio drives like a wild man.

It wasn't his fault.

It was my fault.

I was thinking about
Monique's death.

You still haven't told
me how it happened.

I don't really know myself.

She got attacked by somebody
in the abandoned village.

San Martin?

Yeah. You know it?

Yes.

What happened there?

Why did all the residents leave?

(Chuckles)

People here are
very superstitious.

It doesn't take much
to get them scared.

I've seen it happen before.

What are they scared about?

Well, if I told you...

You wouldn't believe me.

Excuse me, Mr. Olman.

But I have the feeling you're
hiding something from me.

There's some kind of
secret you're not telling me.

(Scoffs) Don't be
absurd. About what?

There's nothing worth keeping
undercover around here.

Where's Marilyn?

Oh, she's taking a shower.

She's beautiful.

Beautiful.

It seems like a thousand years
since I've seen such beauty.

(Moaning)

(Squeaking, growling)
(Ominous music)

(Squeaking)

(Clattering)

(Squeaking) (Door creaking)

Mark: Doctor, we appreciate all your
help, but we don't want to be a nuisance.

Doctor: Oh, it's
really nothing at all.

It's a pleasure for me.

Mark: Well, I'll admit, I don't
feel like getting back into the car.

I'm in too many pieces.

(Chuckles) You
can both sleep here.

There's plenty of
room. No problem.

May I make a telephone call?

Unfortunately, we
have no phone here.

(Ominous music)

There's something over there.

Where?

Behind that door.

Please, don't move.

- Tonio, wake up.
- What is it?

The girl saw something.

It'll be best if you
don't sleep tonight,

And lure him back into his cage.

I'll take care of it.

Not like last time, I hope.

- That's how he got away.
- Hmm.

How long will you be
needing the car, sir?

A week, ten days.

Will you be paying cash?

No, I have a credit card.

Fine. Would you fill out this
form, please? (Phone ringing)

Hello, car rental.

Could you give me
your name, please, sir?

Fred Williams.

Yes, a fashion
photographer and two models.

They rented a four-wheel drive.

They were going into the jungle.

The car was due
back two days ago,

But we're still waiting
to hear from them.

No, we usually wait two weeks before
reporting the car missing to the police.

Could you hold on, please?

Great. You're all set.

- Go see the garage attendant.
- Thanks.

Hello? Are you
still on the line, sir?

What? No. No, sir.
(Ominous music)

There's no need for alarm. A
two-day late return is normal.

Call back tomorrow evening.

Maybe by then they'll be back.

Goodbye.

(Ominous music)

(Squeaking)

(Ominous music)

(Squeaking)

(Growling)

(Rustling)

(Clattering) (Squeaking)

(Rustling)

(Clattering)

(Screeching)

(Screaming)

Mark!

Mark, Mark! It's been
in the room! (Gasping)

Oh, Mark, Mark!
Help me! Help me!

(Gasping)

(Screaming)

(Growling)

Oh, my god.

He's done it again.
Turn on the lights.

See if he's hiding in here.

(Crunching, chewing)

What's going on?

Why didn't the lights go out?

Who killed Mark?

I can't explain right now.

The main thing is to get
you safely away from him.

From whom? From
what? Who killed Mark?

I said there's no time
for explanations now.

Just stay here and don't move.

(Crying)

- Did you see him?
- No.

Under the bed.
Look under the bed.

But don't lean in too far.

(Ominous music)

Nothing.

Look over there, in the closet.

Well?

Not here.

Go check out the lab.

I'll stay with the girl.

Marilyn...

I'm sorry about
your friend's death.

At this point, you have
the right to an explanation.

(Eerie music)

(Squeaking)

(Growling)

(Squeaking,
growling) (Screaming)

Oh, god, no.

(Squeaking)

(Groaning)

(Gasping)

(Grim music)

(Growling)

(Chewing)

(Squeaking)

Hey.

No, it's not theirs.

Are you sure they came this way?

This is the only
road into thejungle.

Then we should keep on looking.

Sure. We have no choice.

The hybrid you saw is
my greatest achievement,

And comes from the
crossing of two species.

The first time I saw it, I was
convinced it was a miracle.

I thought I would
win the Nobel Prize.

It took me 20 years of
experiments, but I created that hybrid.

Then it escaped.

The village people
were very frightened.

Three girls had disappeared.

And people began
talking about a curse.

Some said that God wanted
to punish them for their sins,

That he had sent
a terrible monster.

Half man, half rat.

I realized, obviously,
that it was my hybrid.

Then everyone ran away.

Suddenly, abandoned San Martin.

Two days later, I
went to San Martin.

And it was there.

It was then that I saw it.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I must admit...

I committed a great mistake.

You didn't tell anyone
anything, right?

I thought...

I thought it was my big chance.

A discovery that would have
brought me fame and fortune.

The creation that would
win me a career in America.

I wanted to capture him alive.

And because of that,
all the people have died.

Wait a minute.

At first, it wasn't certain that this
creature was responsible for the deaths.

No one, no one
could have said that.

It seemed so harmless.

But what kind of
a monster is it?

It's not as impossible
as it seems.

It has both simian and
rodent characteristics.

I don't know what caused this.

But it also secretes a
powerful, deadly venom.

For which there is
no known antidote.

Its intelligence is surprising.

It has the instincts of a rat and
the intelligence of a monkey.

That's quite a combination,
a dangerous combination.

Only someone
trained could capture it.

It shuns bait and
avoids all kinds of traps.

It recognizes all
types of weapons.

And sometimes adopts
precise, thought-out tactics.

Did you know a rodent can
smell a man ten kilometers away?

That it can adapt
to any environment?

That in one year, a pair of rats
can produce two thousand offspring?

Now, just imagine if this creature
were endowed with higher intelligence.

It would be terrible.

Wouldn't dare to destroy it.

And with further experiments,
I can get rid of the poison.

It must be allowed to survive.

(Ominous music)

Fred, that farmer said
San Martin's a ghost town.

There's no reason on earth for
Marilyn and her friends to come here.

Hmm. Sure there is.

They're always looking for
different backgrounds to photograph.

What do you think you'll find?

Maybe not Marilyn.

But the title for my new
book, "The Ghost Town."

You like it?

Uh, well...

Now, the key that
unlocks this mystery...

Is the ghost town itself.

Where the murderer hides after
committing his bloody crimes.

This town, let's say,
was once the site of...

Ancient rituals,
human sacrifices.

The murderer's ancestor
was a sacrifice victim.

He wants to avenge his ancestor,

So he simply slaughters
whoever crosses his path.

Well, right off hand, I can come
up with one fairly major objection.

Hmm?

It's that this murderer doesn't kill
just anyone, only young women.

Okay, so he kills only women.

Because he sees in them the
priestess who ordered the sacrifice.

He's an enormous Indian.

Well, he can't very well be enormous.
How would he fit in the wardrobe?

- Shh!
- What?

- Did you hear that?
- What?

That sound.

(Ominous music)

Hurry! Back to the car.

It must have been an
animal or something.

Marilyn and her
friends didn't stop here.

Let's get out of here, please.

Okay, let's go.

Be ready in a minute.

Okay, we can go.

Maybe I should have
done this sooner.

Hell, I'll be back in a minute.

Where are you going?

I was forgetting
my research papers.

I can't leave without them.

Oh, God, can't you
get them another time?

I won't be longer than a minute.

(Ominous music)

(Squeaking)

(Screaming)

(Squeaking, screaming)

Oh, no. He took the damn keys.

(lntense music)

(Clattering)

(Gasping)

(Screaming)

(Crying)

(Door creaks)

(Action music)

(Screeching) (Screaming)

(Gasping, crying)

(Rustling from above)

(Crash from above)
(Action music)

(Screeching)

(Crashing sound)

(Crying)

(Dead tone)

(Squeaking)

(Gunshots)

(Eerie music)

(Loud screeching)

(Scraping) (Screeching)

No!

(Screeching)

(Clattering)

(Scurrying above)

(Scurrying above)

(Sighs)

If that little boy we talked to
really saw the car they were driving,

We should be seeing it soon.

And he said a doctor
lives around here.

A two-story house.

We should keep our
eyes open for that too.

I bet they stopped off there.

Yes, but for what?

I don't know.

Maybe they had an accident or...

Maybe somebody got sick.

Maybe they're back in the hotel.

You think so?

Yes, I've had enough.

I want to stop at the first
possible place in phone Marilyn.

She's already fast
asleep in the hotel.

I know I'm right.

Hey, Terry, listen.

We'll stop at the
doctor's house.

That'll be our only
chance to find a phone.

Alright.

Anyway, try not to worry, huh?

(Ominous music)

(Birds chirping)

(Screeching) (Screaming)

No!

(Growling)

No!

(Screaming)

Yep.

This is the one alright.

Come on.

Let's take a look.

Anybody home?

(Door creaks)

(Somber music)

Anybody here?

Something's
wrong. I can feel it.

Don't move.

I'm going in there.

If anything happens, get
back to the car and get in.

No, I have to
stay. It's my sister.

Oh, my god.

- Don't look.
- Oh!

Get out. (Crying)

Are you all right?

Oh, god, what happened?

Must have been
some kind of animal.

Hey, look at that.

That hole is new.

You stay here.

Mm-hmm.

Oh! (Crying)

Fred!

What is it?

I heard a noise.

It was up there.

It sounded like an
animal breathing.

But now I don't see anything.

Seems to be locked.

(Somber music)

(Screaming)

Marilyn! Marilyn!

I, um, can assure you that
we're doing everything we can to...

Catch the murderer.

We are presently following
a very promising lead.

It's a question of
days, if not hours.

In other words, you're still
stumbling around in the dark.

God, you cops are
the same everywhere.

(Chuckling) Listen, my friend...

Maniacs are as unpredictable
here as they are in New York.

But, sooner or later,
they all get caught.

Just like in New York.

Yeah, in the meantime,
more people get killed.

Think it over, Inspector.

Mr. Williams, we're
doing all that we can.

And the killer's
doing all he can.

Fred, Fred, please.

It's not so easy
to catch a maniac.

You don't know that 100 officers
have been assigned to this case.

Yes, but no one has noticed that this
maniac is not behaving like a maniac.

I mean, there are
no fetishes, no rituals.

You haven't even discovered
a murder weapon yet, right?

What is it you are driving at?

I don't know.

There's just something about
this case that doesn't add up.

You are a writer.

You can work with
your imagination.

I'm just a cop.

I have to stick to the facts.

Oh, yeah, the facts.

I'm about to leave, can I have my
sister's personal effects, Inspector.

Certainly.

(Phone rings)

(Loud screeching)

She must have stepped
down for a second.

(Phone rings)
(Screeching, screaming)

Alvarez.

These guys are slow.

I know.

Si, Senor?

Go and get the
victim's personal effects.

Muy bien.

He'll be right back.

(Ominous music)

(Planes overhead)

I tell you, that Lopez.

What a pig-headed cop.

He'll never get
the guy who did it.

Well, it's certainly not going
to bring Marilyn back to life.

So I'd be grateful
if we just forget it.

Sure.

Hey, you mind taking
care of the check-in?

I'll take a trip to
the news stand.

OK.

Thanks.

- All the foreign papers are there, senor.
- Fine.

- How much?
- It's 1 .50.

(Ominous music)

OK, I'll take this one, too.

5.25, sir.

There you go.

Get your change in a minute.

A pack of super filters.

Be right there.

- Your change, sir.
- Muchas gracias.

- Make it two packs, huh.
- OK.

- Checking that bag, miss?
- Yes, ma'am.

OK.

- Are we all set?
- I guess so.

This one, too. There.

I brought you a little
something to read.

Couldn't you find
something more cheerful?

- Well, it's not so bad.
- Here, sir.

Oh, is that our flight?

Yes, sir.

I'll have to make do
with the newspaper.

(Ominous music)

(Squeaking)

On plane: No! (All screaming)