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So...

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

Don't talk to me.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

We'll go to the room.

Sit down, Jack.

I'm running a sidewalk.

Enjoy the trick at night.

The clock's on a clock.

My phone's in the room.

Hey, dig.

You're walking around.

I won't stop.

Hi!

Hello VIII.

As you can see it's morning and day it's temperature and day it touches the air

and the rain will tiger levels in there thank you very much

OK.

OK.

OK.

Once you finish, not have no way to speeding.

I expect you're ready for it.

And you?

We're up late with Fiona.

We're at her dinner at the hotel.

She's a good girl, Fiona.

We're all very fond of her.

Yes, I know.

I've got her into the world, you know.

I suppose that's why.

Why?

She's a father died.

I felt a kind of responsibility for her.

She is 27.

Ah, but she's an island girl.

She doesn't know a lot about the world.

Am I getting a warning, Alan?

Or are you coming round to asking about my intentions?

You think it's none of our business?

Frankly, yes.

You're probably right.

But I wouldn't want to see her unhappy.

Neither would I.

You didn't worry on that, Scorth.

That should set in a minute.

How did her father die, by the way?

She's never mentioned it.

It was about three years ago.

And whether that week was as bad as this,

he suffered a burst of appendix.

Then the old fool had been doped himself for months

instead of coming to me.

Anyway, it developed into Peritonitis.

And at his age, he'd no chance.

Why didn't they take him out by helicopter?

I don't know if a helicopter could have found this.

Let an old mind it here.

Look at this, Alan.

It's incredible.

What did you make of it?

It would be clear when I've made a cast, but...

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

It would be clear when I've made a cast, but...

You see here, there are no upper incisors.

Just this...

bridge.

There was no creature on this earth that a bike looked like that.

Turtles have?

No suggestion that was done by turtle.

No.

Well, I don't know what I'm suggesting, really.

Some sort of related creature, perhaps?

Such as?

Well, I'm only speculating,

but I do believe there are creatures in the sea that no man has ever set eyes on.

Well, that's a nice thought to take hold of my very young man.

A man eating sea monster on the loose.

Good.

You're a breakfast, sir.

Thanks, Markhamson.

I've got some journal, Mrs. Anderson.

Good.

Shoot.

Pardon?

Do you never watch a cool joke?

Callie.

Just 38.

Was?

38.

Yes, sir.

Got divorced last year.

She and her husband stayed in Kallyle, ran a chin of boutiques in the late district.

One conviction for possessing cannabis, a bit of a girl seemingly.

Was there any other passengers aboard?

A man called Howard.

His booting at the hotel.

I met Colonel Howard.

Anything Mr. Anderson?

Not a lot, sir.

HQ been onto Kallyle, they say he went south after the divorce.

What about the chain of boutiques?

They're still owned by Mrs. Anderson.

She got half the house too.

Used that money to buy dove cottage.

Hmm.

So, my Anderson didn't come over it too, will he?

That's interesting.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Right, tell you what I wanted to do.

Go on the blow to HQ.

Tell me chase up all language thumping.

Find out if you saw anything going on between Colonel Howard and Mrs. Anderson.

Right, sir.

Oh, and ask if you took your passenger back to the mainland and then did your turn, Trevor.

Right, sir.

And put out a check for Mr. Anderson.

Sir.

Good night, Tom.

Oh, thanks.

Hi.

I'll get the lads doing a search and I took beard up some breakfast.

Ah, how is PC beard?

He is not a happy man.

A policeman's lot is not a happy one, Tom.

Choose bloody whatever, Rhett.

Oh, we had a phone call from Mr. McLeod this morning.

Oh, right.

One of his sheep have been killed.

Too bad.

The morning isn't top of our list at the moment.

No, but it was tone to bits.

I was just wondering if it was connected.

Oh, cheers.

Cheers.

You got out and about, Ellie?

I took a walk with this. Is that coffee?

No.

Might be.

I'm not sure.

I'm sure you're not.

I'm sure you're not.

I'm sure you're not.

I'm sure you're not.

I'm sure you're not.

Is that coffee?

No.

Why did you do that?

I was up in the mike of the damn thing registering.

Myself?

We checked the stores yesterday, didn't we?

Some dozy bigger left it in here and forgot to switch it off.

Sorry, New York.

Anyway, there it was, clicking away to itself like crazy.

There's nothing radioactive in here.

There wasn't in here.

It was outside through that wall.

And?

Oh, nothing really.

There was a faint trace of radioactivity here near.

I couldn't find the source.

What lies northern here?

Well, it's just...

Moreland.

It's empty.

You're forgetting Simmons, the ornithologist guy.

He's camped out there.

How could we connect with him?

I don't know.

I'm not saying it is.

Oh, and he's got a radio.

Give him a call.

I haven't seen up this time.

If you can get through to him, we've lost touch with him in land, you know?

What do you mean?

Since when?

Sometime during the night.

Out the switch it off, eventually.

You know, go away.

I was going to tell you.

I should bloody well hope so.

I've no idea what's going on.

You know, it sounded like deliberate jamming to me.

Simmons, Coast Guard Inverte.

Over.

Simmons, Coast Guard Inverte. Over.

My nobody's seen or heard anything but usual.

We're next.

Where do you go, dear?

Over.

I am strong.

Right, get yourself up to the back cottages.

Have a word with Jamie Forbes.

Oh, thanks, Hector.

He said he saw something coming out of the sky this morning.

I reckon it was a flying saucer.

A man got out and ran away.

Have you got that?

Over.

Now, you know, Jim is a terror for seeing things search.

He was husband.

Over.

Well, there might be something in it, and then again,

there might not be.

Just get him to show you where it landed.

Over.

No.

Morning.

Hi.

How'd you make him back last night?

I didn't finish him about three in the morning.

Why?

What did Dr. Gaudre

want?

Well, he wanted me to take some impressions,

and I think he wanted to form his own impression of me.

What'd you mean?

He suspects I'm playing fast and loose with your affections.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.

Oh, hell.

The one thing I hate about this place is the way everybody feels

they have the right to interfere in the lives of everybody else.

It's that good old community spirit.

He wasn't being nosy.

He really feels this in loco parentis.

Loco's right, this is the old devil.

You know, he's quite sweet, really, I suppose.

What's in the box?

Oh, this is what kept me up till three.

It was Mrs. Anderson, by the way.

This is a cast of the impressions I took.

Of her teeth.

Of her bite on her shoulder.

That's horrible.

So the teeth, believe me.

Can I see?

If you'd like.

Now then.

Normal human characteristics when viewed from the side, you see.

But from the front, it's just this ridge in place of the upper incisors.

Earth, isn't it?

I don't know.

I just hope it's something artificial.

What, you mean some kind of dental work?

I can't imagine anyone making an upper set like this, can you?

I don't know.

The canines are definitely human.

I wonder if it's possible that somebody here could be doing genetic experiments.

What, you mean creating human rotations here?

Oh, Michael, that's ridiculous.

They've done it with animals, created strange hybrids.

Sooner or later some nut is going to want to work on people.

But it wouldn't be allowed.

Not if it were known about.

But if somebody fancies himself as a kind of Frankenstein,

he'd hide himself away.

An isolated house on a fairly remote island.

Oh, stop that. I don't believe it.

No, neither do I, really.

But then I didn't believe these teeth at first.

Morning, Mrs. MacKay.

Good morning, sweetie.

Oh, just put this in the top, will you?

Incidentally.

There's, uh, come on, how about it?

The Colonel was on his way when I came in in Spender.

You mean his land?

Now, how would the man believe in this weather, Mr. Inkscape?

You know, he's gone for a walk along the beach, he said.

Thank you. How much obliged?

Yes.

Good morning Colonel Howard.

Inspector Inkship.

Oh, how do you do?

Well, you're up bright and early this morning.

Yes, just a stroll before breakfast.

I understand you came over on the tri-star yesterday.

Yes, it's quite right.

There was another passenger on the board.

And Mrs. Anderson.

You didn't have to speak to him any chance, did you?

No, not really.

As a matter of fact, I think I got the brush off.

You mean you did try to speak to him?

Exactly.

Well, it's a very small cabin, and they were only the two of us

sitting in it, so I tried to make a few polite remarks.

Yes, of course.

What kind of polite remarks are?

Well, I said, it's a nice day, and she said lovely.

And I said, I hope we'd have a smooth crossing, and she said yes.

And then she took a book out of a bag and started reading.

And that's all, eh?

The pair of you sat for over an hour without seeing a word to one another.

No, no.

After about two, twenty minutes, I went out on deck and stayed there

till we came into harbor.

You didn't have to notice if she seemed disturbed in any way.

Worried perhaps.

No, I didn't.

Inspector, why are you asking me these questions?

Just an inquiry, sir.

Did you see it again when you went ashore?

One of the crew helped her onto the key with her bags, and when I left,

she was standing there, waiting for transport.

He didn't say anything to me.

Well, I just said goodbye and smiled.

She didn't even notice.

There's something happened to her.

What unit are you with, sir?

I'm awaiting a fresh posting.

Yes, but, er, what unit are you with?

No, sir.

School of Mountain Warfare, in Venice,

I'm a gunnery instructor.

When you got this, er, brush off?

Were you offended?

What?

I mean, did it upset your manhood?

Good Lord, no.

You can't win them all, as they say.

Yes, well, thank you, sir.

It was the right head you found with the weight.

Match the vertebrae exactly.

Well, we'd be in real trouble if it was the wrong one.

For all I know the island might be full of them.

The cause of death, I think, was hemorrhage of the brain,

following a heavy blow that crushed the left temporal bone.

That happened in the cottage.

So why does it then carry a headless body up into the woods?

It's a good man way.

Well, you have to ask him that when you find them,

which I hope won't be long, because it's going to bring this

island a lot of very unwelcome publicity.

You're telling me?

Popular press and have a field day.

A madman who kills and a frenzy mutilates his victim,

and wears come kind of a spike attached to his teeth of the love.

Good front-pitched stuff.

You two are a big hell.

Now listen, see you, sir.

We had a report this morning of a sheep being savaged.

Tone to bits with the farmer's words,

and he doesn't think it was the work of a dog.

Do you think it could be our money?

Make me the body, and I'll tell you.

I suppose anything's possible.

Yes, but surely there's a world of difference between murder

and slaughtering sheep.

To the same mind, yes.

But Mrs. Anderson was killed in an argistic frenzy.

Sort of blood lust that's way beyond the normal, human,

minutes, to the point where he no longer distinguishes between man,

woman, sheep, or dog.

If it's alive, he'll destroy it.

So you think you'll kill again?

Oh, Mr. Sertine.

If he hasn't already done so.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Morning.

Good morning.

Got a license for that?

I'm working on a doctor.

How old did you find that?

Up in the moors.

Really?

Looks like an army job to me.

Does it, sir?

Well, it was reported to us as a flying saucer,

one of the new folding type.

Hey, gentlemen, you step this way.

OK, what's the story?

Jimmy Forbes somebody thought was a flying saucer earlier this morning, sir.

Landed out beyond all, Mathison's craft.

Jimmy Forbes and a flying saucer.

That's all I need.

Well, for once he was neither right or bit something.

He said he saw a man get out of it and ran away.

Earlier this morning, how early?

About five o'clock, sir.

What the hell was Jimmy doing out to all Mathison's place at that time, the one?

Oh, you know, Jimmy, one's around at all hours.

In fact, I've been wondering about him.

Jimmy's a good loonie, Tom.

He's an ole killer.

He takes both hands to bring a mind state.

Well, Mr. Gaffigan, what do you think?

Oh, it looks like an army shoot.

I don't know this particular pattern.

It's not seen a lot of use.

It's never been patched.

You say a man ran away?

Yes.

According to Jimmy.

They must be crazy.

Suicidal to make a night jump in these conditions.

Well, suicidal or not, somebody has.

That's obvious.

And somebody who wanted to get here in a hurry.

The question is, is it linked with our killer?

I don't see how it can be.

Neither do I, damn it.

Markhamson, I wouldn't bring up some of that evil poison you called coffee, will you?

Sir, three cups, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Hello, please.

Yes.

Just hang on a moment.

Course God for you, Inspector.

In skip here.

Oh, I'll owe my grab.

What can I do for you?

Doc Simmons.

Oh, of course I know.

Canadian, Budwatcher.

Okay, we'll check on it.

Thanks for following.

Doc Simmons.

Oh, gracias, he can't raise him on the radio.

He's wondering if he spent the night in town.

Well, I saw him yesterday.

He said he was aiming to get back to his camp before dark.

Dave Cottage, where Mrs. Anderson was murdered.

Bortree Woods, where you found the body.

A cloud's far where the sheep was torn to bits.

Simmons.

Who isn't answering his radio?

It's an absolute straight line.

Exactly.

Rachis, hellish country to travel in this weather, though.

If that is the reason, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure if I'm in this weather, though.

If that is the route he's taken, he's folded there ever twice.

And gone straight across the marshes.

Tom, I don't have our maniac even noticed.

So, what do we do?

I wish I knew.

We certainly can't risk the coast road in this.

Or it could drive as far as Darrick and then take a cliff path.

It's even worse.

It's only two feet wide in parts.

Fiona could lead us.

She knows every inch of the island.

Would she do it?

I'm sure she would have asked her.

This is as far as I think we can risk it.

I don't know.

We'll get down to the foreshore with him, work around the headland and pick up the path there.

Okay, if you want to lead the way.

All of you, huh?

Who's that?

Hello there.

We meet again.

What are you doing out here, Colonel?

Just, uh, pottering about.

No.

Well, for your own safety, I'd advise you to put a street back to town.

No.

If you're talking about the old mine shafts, they're clearly marked on Miss Patterson's map.

I'm not talking about the old mine shafts, Colonel.

No.

You don't appear to be out for a picnic, either.

Mrs. Anderson is dead.

Muddered by some raven lunatic, we're still around here.

To this capture that's not safe to be over here alone.

Poor woman.

Is there anything I can do to help?

The best thing you can do, Colonel, is to go by to your hotel and stay there.

As you wish.

Miss Patterson?

Well, it took all that very calmly.

Yeah.

But then his type of train, not to show emotion.

Except of polo matches.

It's called military sanguine.

Yeah.

But then his type of train, not to show emotion.

Except of polo matches.

It's called military sanguine.

What the hell is that?

Looks to me like something labious, Miss Lane.

I said we didn't have enough in our plates.

Tom, get on the radio to HQ and find out if that thing does belong to the Navy.

And get a couple of guys up here and ask McTaggart to bring his boat around to the point.

They should be able to load it aboard the areas enough.

I want this thing taken back to town and stored safely.

The channeling.

Put a guard on it.

Right.

Or an in-your-spirtie.

Keep an eye on Colonel Howard.

Right.

In-the-keep.

Look at this.

Michael, it looks like blood.

Yes.

It is.

Tom!

This could be part of that thing.

Get it back to Tom Goudry and ask him to analyze the blood.

Come on, let's check with the corskop!

There was radiation outside.

All right.

We have a Geiger counter in our Ansuria equipment.

Last night, it suddenly started registering.

Neil thought the radiation was on the line with the area where someone's has come to see.

But when I checked again this morning, there was a slight trace.

But whatever it called it had gone.

I don't understand that.

If there was something radioactive out there last night, it should still be registering strongly now.

It's probably got nothing to do with symptoms.

Just a coincidence.

There is another possibility.

Who's that?

Maybe the source of the radiation is mobile.

Suppose the killer is radioactive.

Oh, come on.

Man, how can that be?

Well, look at the facts.

There's teeth, this radiation, and that strange craft we found just now on the shore.

Maybe it's got nothing to do with them, Navy.

Suppose it's alien.

Alien?

I mean, suppose originally it didn't come from the sea, but simply landed in the sea before coming ashore.

And then something got out that was radioactive?

Yes.

I don't believe this.

I don't believe it.

I mean, you said yourself the teeth mark showed human characteristics.

Some of the teeth.

Look, I'm only suggesting a theory.

If you go to agree, we seem to be up against something more than just a runaway lunatic.

Ah, well, maybe we are.

But a plain straightforward homicidal maniac with bad teeth running amok is good enough for me.

When are you up?

Do you know where someone's this camp'd exactly?

I think we could find it, even on this weather.

Right, let's go.

This camp just got this gully here.

Hold it, if you know that's fine enough.

Look out.

My garden's good.

I'll send human to die.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.