It Came from Beneath the Sea (1955)

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From her beginnings
on a Navy drawing board,

through the months of secret field
experiments out on a western desert,

then through the desperate search

for new metals
with properties she needed,

she was designed to be man's
greatest weapon of the seas,

the atom-powered submarine.

Her engines were to be
a miracle of speed and power,

her sides strong enough
to withstand any blow,

her armament and firepower
of greater force

than the worst enemy
she might encounter.

The mind of man had
thought of everything,

except that which was
beyond his comprehension.

All right, Griff, I'll take over.

Good morning, Captain.
Had breakfast?

Yep.
Orange juice, bacon, eggs, coffee.

How we doing?

I can't get used to this thing.

Just like an automatic elevator.
Speed, 18. Steady on course.

Quite a bit of difference between this
and the old-fashioned iron lung, huh?

Roomy? My gosh, this conning
tower is just like a ballroom.

Take it easy, Griff.
It's still a submarine.

Aye, aye, Sir.

How about the men?

They should complain.

All they do is eat and sleep,

press a button when there's
some work to be done.

How about you, Captain?
Satisfied?

Down scope.

Why shouldn't I be satisfied?

Three world records in the bag
on our first shakedown cruise.

Listen to that music.

All we need is some champagne
and dancing girls.

Shall I have the chief
change the record, Sir?

Yeah, you'd better,
before we start chasing mermaids.

All right.

MacAninch, something a little
more salty, if you please.

Salty, Sir?

Yeah, let's get off this
Hawaiian kick.

It's even demoralizing the captain.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Eight.

Pair of fives.
Pair of tens.

Whoa.

What's going on?

Yeah, what?

Que pasa?
I dig that.

There's another beep from
the sonar equipment, Sir.

Target bearing, 1-8-0.
Range, 1-5-0-0.

There's nothing back there.

Sonar still picks it up, Captain.

Bearing?

It's dead astern, submerged
about as deep as we are.

Looks like it could be
following us.

Whales sometimes get playful
out here in the Pacific.

Scans bigger than a whale.

Another sub?

Even bigger than a sub.

It's closing in on us, Captain.
You'd better take a look at this.

Conning Tower to Control.

Left 20 degrees rudder.

New course, 3-0-0.

Left 20 degrees rudder.

New course, 3-0-0.

The rudder is 20 degrees left, Sir.

What would you call that?

Probably a short circuit in our
sonar system showing up as an echo.

Check it.

I just did, Captain.
It's working all right.

Shall I check it again, Sir?

Never mind.

It's really gaining on us,
whatever it is.

Getting closer, huh?

As close as 500 yards.

Conning Tower to Maneuvering.

All ahead flank.

All ahead flank, Sir.

Give those atoms a poke.
Give me everything you've got.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Are we losing it?

No, Sir.
He just gained another 200 on us.

Give me a sonar image. I want to
see what this thing looks like.

Griff, man battle stations.

Man battle stations!

Man battle stations!
Man battle stations!

Man battle stations!
Man battle stations!

Go to Control and take the conn.

I want a zigzag course and
the usual escape pattern.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Now let's see what you got here.

What do you call that?

It's no whale, Sir,
that's for sure.

It's no ship, either.

Let me check that wiring again.

Keep me informed.

Come left 3-5-0.

Left 3-5-0.

Sonar checks okay, Captain.

Bearing, 1-2-0.
Range, 5-0-0.

Can't seem to lose it, Captain.

Range, 4-0-0.

What happens when it
catches up with us?

When you're in command of $55
million worth of submarine,

you don't gamble.

Range, 3-0-0.

Stand by to take her deep.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Range, 2-0-0.

Take her deep.

Full dive on the bow plane, please.

Full dive on the bow plane, Sir.

10 degrees down bubble.

10 degrees down bubble.

All planes are at full dive, Sir.
Very well.

Resume course.

Steer 3-3-0.

3-3-0, Sir.

It's too close to get a range
now, Sir.

Conning Tower to Maneuvering.
All stop.

We're getting a radiation warning
signal. Where's it coming from?

Not from our reactor, Sir.

It must be.
Recheck your reactor.

Reactor shield okay. Engines
okay. Nothing hot in here, Sir.

What happened to us?

I don't know.

All you men okay?

Okay, but let's find out

where that radiation is coming
from before we all fry.

It's coming from outside the ship.
Look!

I don't figure it.

I can't either, Sir.

Haven't got time to try now.
Our sonar system's out. Fix it.

Maneuvering.
Let's pull out of here!

All ahead full!

All ahead full, Sir!

But we're standing still!

That's not the engine's fault, Sir.

Keep pouring it on.
You okay, Griff?

Okay here, Sir.

Surface!

Pull main ballast!

Still no luck, Captain.
We're fouled tight.

Hand me that thing.

I want two Aqua-Lung volunteers
to blast the sluice.

Get in your gear and stand by the
escape hatch. Take a demolition charge.

I'll take over.
Aye, aye, Captain.

Anybody hurt?

Mac took an awful crack in
the head here, Captain.

Come on, Mac.

How do you feel, Mac?

All right.
What's a fractured skull, anyway?

Is that damn thing still going?

Not afraid of a little
radiation, are you, Mac?

I've heard it makes you so
you can't have children, Sir.

Mac was married just before
we left port, Captain.

Congratulations, Mac.

Thanks, Captain.
We're counting on a family, Sir.

We won't hang around down here
any longer than we can help it.

Volunteers are ready now, Sir.

Hand me that thing.

I'm gonna rig in
the bow diving plane

to see if that will free us.
If it won't...

Just cross your fingers.

Rig in bow diving planes.

Aye, aye, Sir.

That's doing it.
Full rise on the stern planes.

Full rise on the stern planes.
Aye!

We're loose, Captain!

Speed's increasing.
We're coming up, Sir.

Phew. That's a relief.

Stand by to surface.

Stand by to surface.
Aye, Sir.

What's on your mind, Griff?

Stern planes are fouled.
Show signs of radio activity.

Tell those swimmers to stay clear?

I did, Sir.

What did you find down there?

A chunk of stuff caught in
the stern diving plane, Sir.

What kind of stuff?

Rubber-like, Captain.

What'd it look like?

We didn't get too close

because of what the exec said
about the radioactivity.

Looked more like a fish to me.

It was more like a barrel.

A barrel?
Yes, Sir.

I believe it's stuck there
till we get into dry dock.

She's jammed solid, Sir.

All right, you men go below
and get yourselves some coffee.

Aye, aye, Sir.
Aye, Sir.

What's your guess, Griff?

I was just gonna ask you, sir.

Privately?

Privately, I'm keeping my
mouth shut

and I'm advising you
to do the same.

The next time I cruise
in these waters,

I'm gonna have torpedoes
onboard and warheads on them.

How about officially?

Officially?

Shakedown cruise completed, X-ray.

Struck submerged object, X-ray.

Damage minor.
Putting into Pearl for repairs.

Have it coded and passed on
to Operations.

Aye, aye, Sir.

And just hope that
that's the end of it.

But that was only the beginning.

When Commander Mathews
brought the atomic submarine

into Pearl Harbor for repairs,

the Defense Department found
itself confronted with a problem

beyond the scope of Navy manuals.

What was the nature
of that nameless substance

found caught
in the damaged diving planes?

A substance so strange,
so inexplicable and alarming

that the best minds in the nation

had to be called upon
to solve the problem.

Behind the guarded door
where the secret lay hidden,

and for the first time in
their lives, three people met.

Couldn't be a mistake.

You think so, Professor?

It's tissue, all right.

Where'd it come from?

Some living creature.

You mean all that hunk came
from one living creature?

That's right.

You mean that's not all one animal?
There's more to it?

A great deal more.

Well, it would be dead now,
wouldn't it?

I doubt it.

Must be pretty big.

Enormous.

Doctor, what kind of a sea
beast would be that large?

What do you call it, so I can
stop calling it "It"?

I have no idea.

Nor have I.

Well, how do we find out?

That will take time and research.

I'll wire the university right
away to get a leave of absence.

The Navy will take care of that, Doctor.
You can get started immediately.

How about you, Professor?

Working with Dr. Carter is
every marine biologist's dream,

but my school needs me.

You can get along without me,
I'm sure.

Can we, Doctor?

No.

Forgive my ignorance, Doctor,
but what makes her so unique?

Professor Joyce is
head of Marine Biology

at the Southeastern
Institute of Oceanography.

I would say she's probably the
outstanding authority on marine biology,

with the possible exception
of Vanderhume himself.

Then we'll get him.

Before you start looking,
I may as well tell you

Vanderhume is dead.

Oh.

Professor Joyce.

Yes?

I'll have to ask you to stick around.

Why, Commander?

Because the...

The Navy would appreciate it.

I'm sure the Navy's able to
get along without me.

Well, now, Dr. Carter
seems to think otherwise.

Dr. Carter's perfectly able
to speak for himself.

I'm speaking for him.

I'm expected at a board of
regents meeting on Tuesday.

It's about the appropriations
for our coming academic year.

Are those appropriations that important?

To my school, very much so.

You know, Professor Joyce, this thing
that may be running loose in the Pacific,

that could be important, too.

I'm sure of it.

Perhaps not in the way you think.

I'm a scientist, Commander.

I don't have to be reminded that your
objectives are not necessarily my own.

Our objectives have nothing to do
with the situation, Miss Joyce.

The Navy will see to it
that you're not penalized

for your absence from the institute.

Arrangements will be made.

Well, I feel like I'm being drafted.

You are.

It was still too early for the
world to know what was going on

behind that closed door.

Only a handful of men in high places
heard reports of progress made

and waited impatiently
for the final conclusion.

Mathews speaking.

Oh, yes, Admiral.

Hold on a minute, Sir.

They're still making tests, Sir.

There's nothing really
conclusive to tell you.

I'll call you the minute
anything happens.

Yes, Sir.
Good night, Sir.

During 12 days and nights
nothing was certain.

You people work hard.

It's our job.

I didn't realize how hard.

What are you trying to do?
Apologize?

In a way.

It's not necessary.

I think it is.

Let me explain something to you.

A, I have been privileged to
classify an unknown sea specimen.

B, I have the honor of working with
the great John Carter of Harvard,

the inventor of analytical biology.

And, C, my mind just isn't attuned to
discuss things on your level, Commander.

I don't think you're being
entirely fair, Miss Joyce.

Look, I have been working
for almost two weeks now

without a decent night's sleep.

I'm tired!

I read your book on Marine Biology

and your plankton theory
in tracing surface currents.

Strictly in the line of duty,
of course.

I'm sorry, Commander.

Well, I'll tell you, I'll
forgive you if you call me Pete.

All right, Pete, but you have
to let me get back to my work.

Why don't you take a break?
I have a reason.

The Navy always has a reason.
That's right.

All right, maybe you're right.

Tell me,

he's a pretty nice guy, isn't he?

He's wonderful.

You're pretty fond of him,
aren't you?

Fond?

Why, he's magnificent.
He's a brilliant scientist.

His techniques are creative.

What are you driving at?

Oh, I just thought
I'd clear the atmosphere.

Oh, you mean romance.

Now you tell me something, Commander.

Pete.

All right. Pete.

When you're driving that
atomic submarine of yours,

do you have much time for romance?

Well, even if I did admit
I had the time,

where would I find the opportunity?

You know, women aren't allowed
aboard a submarine.

Poor boy.

I thought the Navy was equipped
for every emergency.

For the record, are you tied up?

I see what you mean.

That mean you're not?

A girl has to have some secrets,
doesn't she?

Do you have the results
of the iodide solution?

What?

What's the matter, Leslie?
Don't you feel well?

Well, I don't know.

I guess it's just lack of sleep.

You'd better get some rest.

No. No, I'll be all right.

Here are your results.

On the evening of the 13th day,

Dr. Leslie Joyce was taking
the results of her last test.

John! John, I think you'd
better take a look at this.

What's going on?

There's no doubt about it now.

No doubt about what?

Thanks to Professor Joyce, we've
discovered the nature of your monster.

What a gal.

John!

Naval Intelligence.

Admiral Burns, please.

Well, Admiral, it's happened.

Carter and Joyce have got
news for you.

Yes, Sir.

Very well, Sir.
I'll tell them.

An assistant secretary of the
Navy, Mr. Robert David Chase

is coming out here,

and Admiral Norman
wants to be in on it, too.

He's the commander-in-chief
of the entire Pacific area.

He'll see us the first thing
in the morning.

Here, gentlemen, is your villain.

It'd take an enormous number of
those to disable a Navy submarine.

Or just one of enormous size, Mr. Chase.

There's a squid on exhibit in the
American Museum of Natural History

just under 100 feet in length.

It came from the waters
off the coast of Maine.

Our Navy has never encountered

one of those marine monsters before.

How do you account for that?

They only live at the extreme
depths of the sea, Admiral.

They almost never come up
unless they're disturbed.

Disturbed?
By what?

Hydrogen bombs.

H-bombs have been blamed for every
freak accident that's happened

since, up to and including
marine monsters being disturbed.

Not disturbed, Mr. Chase, hungry.

Six days ago, we gave this
fellow here a radio-active meal.

Not a fatal dose, however.

Now, here is what he likes best,

his regular diet of small fish.

Now watch.

Ordinarily, cephalopods are not
timid about catching a good meal.

This fellow seems to be having
difficulty, however.

Why? We checked our answer
with Professor Imoto in Tokyo.

He concurs.

Certain species of fish
seem to be gifted

with their own natural Geiger counter.

So the giant fish's dinner knows
when it's coming and swims away?

In that case, he'd starve to
death very quickly.

Unless he finds some other
creature to live on.

What creature, for instance?

Some higher form of life.
Animals, possibly.

Or even man.

Gentlemen, let's put together
a hypothesis from what we know.

In this area lie the Marshall Islands,

where the H-b*mb
experiments took place.

Wind and north equatorial current

account for a drift of
radioactivity in this direction,

contaminating marine life
on the way.

Here lies the great Mindanao Deep,

a chasm in the floor of the ocean
so vast it has never been explored.

This is where our monster
must have lived until recently,

when he became radioactive

and began to warn his natural prey

out of the surrounding waters.

He had to find other food or die.

Forced to rise to the surface,

he hunted along the Japanese current.

There is evidence that he was
swept in this direction.

What evidence?

Well, you may have read it
yourself in the papers.

About a month ago, part of the Japanese
fishing fleet disappeared in these waters

without a trace.

Siberian seal fishing has been
reported unaccountably bad.

But the Japanese fishermen may
have gone down in a typhoon.

Who knows what's really
happening in Siberia?

There was an encounter here with
Commander Mathews's submarine.

Or are you going to
question that as well?

I have to question all of it.

Perhaps Professor Joyce has
another opinion to advance.

No, I'm afraid not.

We've had too little sleep
in the last few days.

If there's anything further you
want to discuss, let me know.

That won't be necessary.
Thank you.

You've given us enough
to think of as it is.

Before you go,
do you mind giving us

your reaction to our findings?

That'll be taken under advisement.
Mr. Secretary.

It's been very enlightening.

Thank you for all you've done.

Good night.
Good night, Sir.

Well, that's letting us down easy.

Oh, you're just tired.

So what?
So I'm tired.

They didn't even believe us.

Well, they have to be cautious.

Of course.
We understand.

Does that mean that
we're free to go now?

Just as soon as your release
comes through, just a few days.

John, you can make the Science
Congress. Mmm-hmm.

If you play your cards right,
I can meet you in Cairo.

I was never very much good
at playing cards.

I'm awfully tired.
I think I'll go to the hotel now.

We can all go over together.

All right.
I'll just change.

She's a wonderful girl.

Sure is.

And you are a lucky man.

Lucky?

Don't we make our own luck, Commander?

Well, it isn't everyone that
can vacation in Egypt.

Vacation? Oh!

No, Leslie and I have published
contrary viewpoints

on the sinking nature
of the coast of the Red Sea.

We're going to investigate
via Aqua-Lung.

The loser is going to
publish a retraction.

Sounds ideal.

Nothing like mixing pleasure
with work, huh?

Work?

Oh, yes.
That is your work, isn't it?

Well, I'm ready.

Fine.

Well, good night.

He's an interesting man.

Isn't he?

Stand by to abandon ship!

40 minutes, 13 seconds west.

I'm repeating our position.

Forget the signal.

Come on, men.
Over the side! Come on!

Move it!
Come on, fellows. Get over!

Get over there! Hurry!

Nice of him to throw this
going away party for us.

Probably comes off of
his expense account.

You sound bitter.

Well, if he's giving us a going
away party, why isn't he here?

He's probably at
a meeting of some kind.

What's the trouble, Leslie?

Oh, I don't know.
Just let down, nervous.

As nervous as a bride
left waiting at the altar.

Don't be a fool.

On the contrary.

I've been a sober professor
for so many years,

I feel I'm entitled
to one night of foolishness.

May I have this dance, Doctor?

Do you consider that
part of your foolishness?

Good evening.

I have your transportation passes

and releases signed,
sealed and delivered.

You'll be leaving in the morning.

Believe me, in the Navy
that takes some doing.

Thanks, Pete.
You've been swell about everything.

He's probably glad
to get rid of us.

I'm glad you didn't wait.
I'll have the same.

Oh, and if the waiter
happens to wander by,

would you order me a T-bone,
rare, and some humble red wine?

Mmm-hmm.
Where are you going?

We, My Dear Doctor,
are going to dance.

With your permission, Sir.

Live it up, children.

But you haven't even asked me.

That's the way we do it
in the Navy.

But I haven't even had my dinner.

Would you order another
T-bone, Doctor?

I don't like T-bones
and you're being a fool.

Don't believe her, Pete.
She says that to all the boys.

You're both being fools.

Just because you're men,
you think that...

Do you like lobster?

Yes. Broiled with garlic butter
and parsley?

Yes.

Got it?
Got it.

It's so balmy here.

Is it always like this?

Yes.

Don't you miss the rain?

No.

I like the winter and the snow.

Snow is cold.

l'm taking an awful chance.

What do you mean?

You're going to accuse me
of being a man.

Oh, my. I haven't eaten
that well in years.

I guess your appetite kind of
depends upon your state of mind.

Don't you think?

Oh, I've been thinking
about a lot of things.

About your trip tomorrow, for instance.

Isn't it wonderful?

You mean you're still leaving?

Of course she's leaving.
Why shouldn't she?

Well, I thought...
I'm sorry.

Hey, what's going on here?

It was just something I said
and Pete misunderstood.

I am sorry, Pete.

Do you mind if I make a mental
comment upon the nature of women?

Excuse me.

Pete, please, I...

Well, hello.

What am I gonna do?

Perhaps I could help you if
you'd brief me on the background.

He kissed me.

Did you enjoy it?

Yes.

That seems like a normal reaction.

He didn't even ask me.

That's hardly relevant.

But I don't know him, who he is.

What's he like?

Doesn't seem to have the same
reservations about you.

In any case, My Darling,
tomorrow we'll be on a plane,

and I'm quite convinced that,
clinically speaking,

no irreparable damage
has been done.

Sir, you know Professor Joyce
and Dr. Carter.

Of course I do.
Please be seated.

Thank you.

Admiral Norman's compliments.

And will you please come to his
office first thing in the morning?

He asked me to apologize
for rescinding your release.

Rescinding it?

A tr*mp steamer Honolulu bound
from Vancouver

has been lost at sea.

It's considered possible that
there may be some connection

between this incident and our problem.

We'll know more definitely
if we find any survivors.

The area is being searched now.

Life raft. Men in it.

I'll set her down and bring
them in.

Over and out.

Tell Admiral Norman the Polar
Empress survivors are checking in.

You boys had a rough time,
from what I hear.

Take a deep breath.
I have to check you over.

What happened?

It grabbed us, that's all.

What do you mean, it grabbed you?

I mean something came up
out of the water

and grabbed our ship
and pulled it under.

Just like that.

Another breath, please.

You kidding me?

Why would I be kidding you?

Something came up out of the water.

Something like what, for instance?

Something like...
Well, like those.

Only big.
The biggest you ever saw.

Ain't I right?
They'll tell you.

And then another one
came up at us

and grabbed the ship,
and another one.

And a whole lot of them,
and they dragged it under.

Just like I told you.

I keep seeing those things
coming up at us.

Been drinking?

What do you find to drink on
a life raft outside of water?

A blow on the head,
anything like that?

I'm all right!

Don't you believe me about those?

Of course I believe you about those.

Why shouldn't I?

Yost.

I want you to go along
with this fellow.

He's just going to take you
down the hall.

There's a man there with a
white smock just like mine.

I want you to tell him
all about those.

See that he gets to Doc.

All right, you're next.

How about you?

Having any trouble
with things like this?

Who's this Doc character?

He's one of the staff here.

I ain't seen anything like that.

You can tell Doc for us
we ain't seen nothing.

I know he's lying
as well as you do,

but I have to account to Washington.

And am I justified in spending

a half a million dollars
searching the Pacific

on the strength of these lies?

Burns speaking.

Thank you.

It's the infirmary.

Doc says the patient's as bad
as any of these boys.

He's recanted his original story

and now he won't say anything else.

Can he be released?

I think it's my turn now.

Tell them to let him go.

But not till after I get there.

Send in Hall, please.

And don't come back unless
I call you. Yes, Ma'am.

Hello.

Got a match?

Yeah, sure.

Let me light it for you.

Care for one yourself?

Sure would.

Maybe you can tell me
where I can find Doc.

Doc?
Mmm-hmm.

He's through there, down the hall.

What do you want him for?

Oh, well, that's kind of personal.

Besides, I don't think you'd
believe me even if I told you.

I'd believe anything you told me.

Sit down.

No, over here.

Well, it's kind of funny,

but I saw the strangest thing.

All I can say is stay away
from Doc. Why?

He'll make out you're sick,
sick in the head.

That's ridiculous.
Why should he do that?

No kidding.
That's what he thinks I am.

Have you been seeing things?

Me? Seeing things?

Don't be silly.

Well, sort of.

Tell me what.

I'm not telling nobody. You want me
to get bounced back to Doc again?

What sort of things did you see?

I asked you first.

Okay, but if you say I said
this, I'll say I didn't.

You won't believe this,

but something happened
to a ship I was on.

She went down with all hands,
except me and a few others.

I saw it happen
with my own two eyes.

Know what did it?

It was a giant octopus.

Well?

I guess it's up to you now, Admiral.

Take whatever steps are necessary.

In the weeks which followed,

the North Pacific was closed
to all shipping.

The sea trade between three
continents came to a standstill.

There was hardly a nation in
the world that failed to demand,

through its government and press,
the reason for such drastic steps.

It was officially announced
that the United States Navy

was engaged in secret maneuvers,

while in reality,

the strangest search in history
was taking place.

Any news from the fleet?

So far they've found nothing, Sir.

That's from the State
Department, Sir,

and they want an immediate reply.

Thank you.

Let's say we do find your beast.

What will you do to it then?

That's the next point
for us to consider.

Torpedoes if we find your
monster on the surface.

Depth charges if it's below.

And if you miss your first shot?

We'll get it with the second.

lt may not wait for you.

The Navy is not entirely incapable
of speed, Professor Joyce.

We'll chase it.

I think you underestimate him, Admiral.

The body of the largest
cephalopod is like a giant sack

which he can fill with sea
water and empty suddenly

when he's disturbed or alarmed.

Let me show you, Admiral.
Now watch.

Even the best of your ships
are comparatively old-fashioned

compared to the cephalopod.

He's jet-propelled.

We'll have to rip him to bits
with the first shot.

The State Department
wants to know how soon

we plan to raise our blockade.

Australia, Canada and Peru
are protesting to the U N,

unless we do it at once.

Why don't we come right out
and tell them the whole story?

Washington makes those decisions,
not us.

This stays top secret until
the thing is definitely sighted

and confined to a limited area.

How much longer will that take?

It should've happened by now.

When you start a job like
this again, where do you begin?

With Naval lntelligence,
I should think.

If you mean me, I'm afraid I can't
give you a very hopeful send-off.

My department has sifted all the
information made available to us

during the last 10 days,

and this is what it boils
down to.

One, three bathers missing
from Australian beaches.

Sharks, probably.
Anything else?

Unusually high waves
breaking on Midway.

Possible marine disturbance.

That's worthwhile investigating.

It is being, at this time.

I'll have the reports
within three hours.

Marine weather station
off the coast of Canada

is out of radio contact with land.

Anything more?

Deep-sea fishermen along the
northwestern US coast

are complaining because of
the poor fishing there.

And that's all.

Any one of these may well be
the clue we're seeking.

Now I suggest that we take
the one most likely,

the weather ship
out of touch with land.

Can you fly me there?

Admiral Burns will have a flight
ready for you and accompany you.

Thank you.
Yes, Sir.

Good luck.

May I take the next most likely,

the unlucky fishermen in the Northwest?

Is that even worth considering?

I think so.

I can be ready in 10 minutes
if you'll have a plane for me.

I'll see to it.
Thank you.

Sir, my exec is aboard the submarine.

He's perfectly capable
of relieving me.

I can't spare you to go
hunting needles in a haystack,

particularly a haystack
3,000 miles in expanse.

You'll have to stand by, Mathews.

That haystack may be a lot
smaller than we thought, Mathews.

Be on the flight deck in 20 minutes.
Yes, Sir.

Well, there she is.

How'd the car get turned over?

Well, the way we see it, they must
have parked the car up the beach a bit.

There where it's steep.
Yeah.

Brakes worked loose,

rolled down, hit this soft sand,

over she went.

The ignition's still turned on.

Hey, don't that beat it all?

Nobody ever noticed that.

Any reports since then
of whales or sea serpents?

Sea...

You mean she wasn't kidding?

She wasn't kidding.

Pete.

What would you say
made those marks, Officer?

Why, the beach was covered with
those marks a couple days ago.

Commander Mathews to Sheriff's
Station. Over.

Sheriff's Station.
Go ahead, Commander. Over.

Relay this message
to the 12th Naval District.

Have them notify Dr. John Carter.

You got that? Carter, that he's
wanted here at once.

This has top priority.
Over and out.

Where are they?

Oh, fishing.

Seems they can't get enough
fishing, them two.

How's their luck?

Not good at all.

Say, you mean to tell me the Navy sent
you down here in one of those jets

just so you could go fishing?

That's about it.

Hadn't you better tell them
I'm here?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Oh, by the way, where's that
imprint you were telling me about?

Down there behind those rocks.

Thanks.

Yeah, sure.

No, Pete.

Hey, Folks!

It's John.
I'd better get my robe.

Hello, Leslie.
Hello, John.

Hi, John.
Howdy, Ma'am.

Any sign of that whale?

Still kidding, huh, Commander?

This is no kidding.

Yeah, I know.
Flying saucers?

No, Bill. Something that came
from the sea. And please be careful.

Look, Dr. Joyce, don't give me

that sea serpent business, huh?

Look, you just be careful and
keep a sharp lookout.

You understand?

Yeah.

Sea serpent.

Saves a lot of argument.
Well, Doctor?

As Leslie probably told you,

it's the imprint of a giant
octopoda bidranchiata.

Did you get photographs?

Yes. I sent them to Admiral Norman.

I hope he can believe his eyes.

Something must have convinced him

because he's setting up headquarters
in San Francisco right now.

Deputy tells me that fishing
is rather poor in these parts.

Haven't had a single bite
in the last 12 hours.

Every sign is positive.

It definitely has been here and
it probably hasn't gone away.

Maybe you can help me
convince her

that she ought to beat it and
let the Navy take over this job.

Beat it?
What does she say?

What's the difference
what she says?

Look, Pete, you don't see many
women in the seagoing Navy.

Are you kidding?

Oh, shore-side women, sure.

But there's a whole new breed

who feel they're just as smart

and just as courageous as men.

And they are.

They don't like to be over-protected,

they don't like to have their
initiative taken away from them.

A, you'd want me to miss the
opportunity to see this specimen,

one that may never come again.

B, you'd be making up
my mind for me.

And C, I not only don't like
being pushed around,

but you underestimate my
ability to help in a crisis.

My sympathies are
entirely on her side.

Didn't take me very long to
lose that argument, did it?

Help! Help! Help!
It's coming!

News of that incident
on the Oregon coast

reached throughout the world.

By order of the Defense Department,

shipping took refuge in the harbors

and all beach areas were closed.

The coastal waters
of the Pacific were mined.

From Panama to the Arctic Circle,

the western coast
of America made ready.

I've been asked what the Navy
is doing in this emergency.

In as much as operational headquarters

have been set up here in San Francisco,

we will use this area as an example.

Offshore minefields, together with
radar and sonar warning devices

set up on Golden Gate Bridge

should be more than adequate

to keep the monster
out of the Bay Area.

A submarine net has been hung
from Golden Gate Bridge itself,

completely blocking the only
entrance from the sea.

Now, this is primarily
a warning device,

but it's also capable of
taking a charge of thousands
of volts of electricity,

which we've been advised,

will repel any form of marine
life, if it doesn't k*ll it.

Now, is there anything
I haven't touched on?

You say that the monster could
attack us in coastal waters,

and that it's dangerous
to human life.

What's being done to attack it?

Professor Joyce will tell you.

Our first problem, of course,
is to locate the monster again.

We're trying to do that now.

Operations to John Carter.

Have you seen anything yet?
Over.

Nothing.
It's slow out here. Over.

Professor Carter,
this is Lieutenant Adams.

Where are you? Over.

Patrolling coastal waters.
Over.

What if you don't find anything?
Over.

We'll find something.

We've baited the surface out
here with dead shark.

The beast is bound
to come up to eat.

We've got several hundred planes
watching for it in relay.

We'll find it, all right.
Over.

What'll you do when that happens?
b*mb it from the air? Over.

No, we've decided not to.

We have good reason to believe

that its destruction must be
complete and instantaneous.

We risk complete failure with a
near miss or if we merely wound it.

The monster has only one
vulnerable spot, one fatal target,

its brain.

We're going to try to take
advantage of that in a certain way.

Will you put Professor Joyce
back on? Over.

Go ahead, John Carter.
Over.

Leslie, take the newsmen down
to the San Francisco Navy Yard

and show them the weapon.

That's all for now. Stand by,
Operations. Over and out.

Looks like any other torpedo,
doesn't it? But it's not.

You see, this has no propeller.

lt's jet-propelled.

The Navy doesn't quite know
what to make of it.

Perhaps you'll explain to the
boys where you got the idea.

I spent all day yesterday
at the Seamen's Institute

talking to retired whaling men.

This is the result.

A warhead patterned after a
harpoon is encased in the nose.

Instead of exploding on contact,
it's designed to penetrate

and remain fixed
in the monster's flesh.

By means of spreading barbs.

And what's going to
destroy the thing?

The expl*sive is sufficient
to do that.

The difference is that,
in this case,

we set it off electronically

once we're certain
it's dead on its target.

Attention on deck!

Another thing, Captain. The men want
to know if they can go on liberty.

I know how bright Market Street
looks from here,

but we're standing by for orders.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Nobody leaves the yard.

Carry on!

Attention on deck!

I see they picked an atom sub
to go out and fight this thing.

Why is that, Commander?

Could be because of the new
electronic equipment or her speed.

Was she ordered back here
from Hawaii just for that?

That's right.

You think it's as bad
as that, do you?

I think we're lucky she's here.

Very lucky.

We have records
of a monster like this one

that appeared in the 13th century.

It ravaged the coastal towns
of Denmark and Holland.

Of course, they didn't have
our modern weapons.

It was in those waters
for over 30 years.

Here's another piece of evidence.

A monster was disturbed by volcanic
eruptions on the floor of the ocean.

It happened in the same year
as the Vesuvius disasters.

Gentlemen, I think that's all
we have to tell you.

We're certainly obliged.

Thank you, Commander.

Thank you.

We gave you a break,
now you give us one.

It all depends on you how the
public takes this news.

We want them to have all the facts,

but we don't want
a panic on our hands.

Any last questions?

Just one.

Where did you say
the monster came from?

From the Mindanao Deep in the Pacific.

Are there any more from down there?

Probably.

How many?
I don't know.

What do we do about them?

I don't know that, either.

If you don't, then who does?

Thank you.
I was just wondering, that's all.

The 12th Naval District

alerted the entire
San Francisco area.

They were waiting and watching
for some sign

of the approach of the monster.

Electric minefield.
Contact.

Operations wants a check.
Radar.

Sonar.

Radar. Sonar.

Both still blank.

Let's get a cup of coffee.
Come on.

Stand by.
Sonar signal coming in.

Stand by.
Sonar signal coming in.

Unknown object coming this way.

Wait.
Range, 6-0-0-0.

Range, 6-0-0-0.
Moving fast.

Moving fast.

New position.

Entering minefield.

Number 40, south.

Range, dead on.

Fire!
Fire!

Fire!

Stand by number 38 mine.

Fire!

No luck.
Approaching 32, south sector.

Approaching 32, south sector.
Fire!

Fire!

Ready number 31 mine!

Fire!
Fire!

Ready number 12, south.
Fire!

Number 12, south ! Fire!

Ready number six. Fire!

It's coming on through.

That's the end of our first
line of defense, Miss Joyce.

Then the red alert.

Right.

Red alert for Operation Sea Beast.

Get traffic off the Golden
Gate Bridge.

Red alert for Operation Sea Beast.

Get traffic off the Golden
Gate Bridge.

Golden Gate Bridge.

This is Billings,
and there's contact.

Contact with our net.
Give me instructions.

Over to you, Operations.

All right, Billings. Let's see
what the high voltage can do.

Close your switch.

Get John Carter for me, please.

It's not going to be me,
after all, Sir.

I might as well be at the bridge.

Go ahead.

Wait a minute.
I'm going to go with you.

Hello, John.

It struck.

Where?
Golden Gate Bridge.

I thought we had this thing
figured out. What happened?

I can't tell yet.

Instead of being driven off,
it attacked.

Maybe it wants to fight.

Operations to all Navy personnel
on the Golden Gate Bridge.

You can do nothing more
where you are.

You're to abandon your posts
at once

and not sacrifice
your lives needlessly.

These are Captain Stacy's orders.

Aye, aye, Sir!

What's going on out there?
I don't know.

I threw the voltage into her,
and up she came.

When you threw the switch.
Is it still on? Yes, Sir.

Where do you think you're going?
Out on the bridge.

What for? To pull the switch.
lt's causing the beast...

Oh, no, you're not.
Do you wanna get k*lled?

Besides, everyone has to be cleared
by Captain Stacy, Carter or Joyce.

All right, clear me.
I'm Carter.

Okay.
Okay, Chief.

John.

Hold onto her!

John, this way!

And a good, good evening,
friends. This is Sam Hayes.

I've got news for you.

As you probably know by now,
our city has suffered disaster.

As a result, a marine monster
is at large in this vicinity,

perhaps even inside the Bay Area.

The federal authorities are doing
everything possible to locate it,

and together with the city government

are taking every step
proper and possible

to end this danger.

You are advised by the
officials in charge

to remain in your homes.

This beast is dangerously radioactive.

Do not cause confusion.

Go about your ordinary pursuits.

Police officers will advise you
if you must move to another place.

It will take some time
before the congestion

on the roads south along the
peninsula can be cleared.

Do not take these roads.

The Oakland Bay Bridge also is blocked,
according to reports coming in.

The ferry boats are not running,

so stay away from the Ferry Building.

I repeat, the ferry boats
are not running.

This would put it
approximately here.

Have they cleared that area yet?

Not yet.
They must.

They have a tentative
position for it

in the bay near the Ferry Building.

This confirms it.

We want total and immediate evacuation

of the Embarcadero
and Ferry Building area

by order of the commandant, 12th
Naval District. Go to work on it.

Get those cars out of the foot
of Market Street. Everybody back.

Go west on Market Street.

This area is in danger.

Everybody leave.

This area is in danger.

Everybody leave.

Look out!

My submarine is ready
at Hunters Point, Sir.

As you know, Admiral, I haven't the
authority to order a submarine captain.

Go ahead. You're commissioned to
take any steps that seem proper.

Aye, aye, Sir.
You coming, John?

Absolutely.

We'll get in touch with you as
soon as we get aboard.

Alert the Alameda area.

Station to the maneuver at once.

On the double, Griff.

Take in two. Take in three.
Take in the brow.

I believe it's actually lifting
itself out of the water, Pete.

What do we do about that?

Pete, get me Leslie.

Com 12, this is Sea Beast. Over.

This is Com 12. Over.

Hello, Leslie, I would like to find something
that would drive it back underwater.

How about heat? Over.

I don't know.
We can try.

Hold it.

Ask Captain Stacy to contact the
Army for flamethrowers. Over.

He's doing it.

Tubes forward. Stand by.

Tubes ready forward, Sir.

How can you torpedo it from here
with all those ships in the way?

This is a submarine, John. If it can go
underwater, it can go under ships, too.

This is a deep channel. Better run
below if you don't want to get wet.

We'll dive.

Try to get in close enough
for a clear shot.

When the sonar picks up the
beast, let me know immediately.

What do you see?

This should do it, Sir.
We're clear to shipping now.

Range?
8-0-0.

All back full.

All back full!

All back full!

Stand by, forward torpedo room.

All stop.

All stop!

All stop, Sir.

We're in too close for my taste,
but it can't be helped.

We'll just have to fire
our torpedo, run for it,

and explode it
after we're out of range.

We'll let those flamethrowers
have a whack at it first.

We need a better target.

That's it.

Number one torpedo, fire!

Fire!

Fire!

We're caught fast, Sir.

This is where we came in.

What do we do now, Sir?

We stay and explode our torpedo
and get blown apart ourselves

or we think faster than we've
ever thought before.

I want a man to stand by
the escape hatch.

Break out an Aqua-Lung and some of
that plastic expl*sive we were issued.

I nominate myself if you're
calling for volunteers, Sir.

This is a personal matter, Griff.
I'm reserving that pleasure for myself.

Maneuvering, are we
still backing full?

We're giving you all she's
got, Sir.

Very well.

As second in command,
it's my turn to try.

No, it's mine.

You don't know where the monster's
vulnerable. It happens I do.

I'm sorry...
You want to argue about it,

or you want to get free right away?

And don't waste time.

I'll need some expl*sive and
a harpoon g*n if you got one.

Hanson, diving suit and
harpoon g*n, on the double.

Aye, aye, Sir.

Fuse. Timer to set
for as long as you need.

That's all there is to it.
Mmm-hmm.

Thank you very much.

Whatever he did,
he knew his stuff.

It worked.

When the range opens up,
set off the torpedo.

But the captain's still out there,
Sir, and that other fellow, too.

I know it.

I'm obeying the captain's
last orders.

You'll do as much for mine.

Range, 1 -0-0-0.

Fire!

No trace of them.

Yes, there is!

There they are.
Get them in sight.

Aye.

Left full rudder.
Starboard ahead two-thirds.

The Army and the Navy and our
gallant police and fire departments,

these have all received the honors
they deserve from a grateful city.

But there are three others
who served San Francisco

who also must not be forgotten.

And, therefore,
a memorial plaque today

has been presented
to those unsung heroes,

the Civilian Defense volunteers,

the crossing guards,

and street railway employees
of this city.

Well, I guess that's it.

The sub's been ordered on patrol.

We'll be on sea duty
for a few months.

I'll be seeing you, John.

Soon, I hope.

Will I be seeing you, Leslie?

You mean when I get back from Cairo?

I mean women can change,
move away, get married,

have families.

Well, there is that possibility,

but, A, there isn't time
for that to happen to me.

B, I can be reached at the school.

And, C, how would you like to
collaborate with me on a book?

How To Catch a Sea Beast.

Say, Doctor, you know you were
right about this new breed of women.