Attack of the 50 Foot Woman Page #2

Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm...

Harry, I've got to tell you something.

Only please don't make fun of me.

First, listen to the whole story.

Tonight while I was driving home...

You're going to think I'm crazy.

No, no. Go on, Nancy.

Harry, I saw a satellite tonight.

Oh, is that all?

You know,

everyone's seeing satellites these days.

Not like this.

It came out of the sky

and landed in the middle of the highway.

Harry, I almost hit it.

And a man,

a giant of a man came out of it.

I could feel his hands at my throat.

I think he was after my diamond.

Well, I see you still have the diamond.

I ran in the desert,

that's why I'm such a mess.

I told the sheriff and he didn't believe me.

I saw the look on his face.

He thought I was drinking.

Harry, you know I wasn't drinking tonight.

Oh, please, Harry.

You believe me, don't you?

Of course I do, sweetheart.

Now, you've had a terrible night.

I think you need some rest.

Now, it's late. Come on.

I'm gonna put you to bed

and we'll go through this tomorrow.

Why can't you be nice like this

all the time, Harry?

There.

Oh, now, I never meant

to be mean to you, Nancy.

Any more than I wanted you to stay

in that sanitarium...

...you know?

Well...

...things seem to worry you lately.

You know, like before.

I don't know.

Maybe it's my fault, huh?

For not making things easier for you.

Maybe it would be better

if we separated again.

Now, I wouldn't want to cause

another breakdown in your health.

Oh, Harry, I couldn't stand that.

I need you.

Oh, if you only knew how much.

You're all I have, Harry.

There you go.

That's why I've always liked this place.

We could be so happy here.

Just the two of us, no more arguments.

Here, Nancy. This will make you sleep.

I don't wanna sleep.

I feel much better with you here.

No more arguments.

Water.

There you go.

That's the girl.

Feel better?

Don't leave me, Harry.

Harry.

I need you, all to myself.

Hi, Mr. Archer. I was...

I was just saying arrivederci.

I thought you'd be waiting for me

at your hotel.

You know I don't like you

hanging around here alone.

You're not jealous of that clown,

are you?

It's too early to go to bed.

Anyways, I'm sick of that fleabag

you call a hotel.

And I'm tired of waiting.

All I do is wait, wait, wait.

Maybe you won't have to wait

as long as you think.

She's cracking up again.

She's seeing satellites and giants.

Not only told me about it,

but she spread it all over town tonight.

- Even had the sheriff out looking for it.

- Charlie was telling me about it.

This could be it.

When Dr. Cushing hears about it,

he'll have her committed right away.

He's in Baker. I'll call him tonight.

Well, that sounds more like it.

I don't think I could take

much more of this setup.

Well, anytime

you get to thinking that way...

...remember this.

The Star of India.

It's the most famous diamond

in the world.

And you play your cards right

and it'll all be yours.

Someday.

Let's call Dr. Cushing.

- What do you think, Dr. Cushing?

- She's not well, Harry.

She's suffering from mental exhaustion.

And her drinking doesn't help her any.

You did well to send for me.

Jess.

Now, give Mrs. Archer...

...one of those every four hours,

and two at bedtime.

Keep her very quiet and no alcohol.

There's not much we can do for her

until she gets some rest.

You needn't come out, Harry.

Jess will see me to the car.

Doctor.

About last night...

Oh, that satellite business?

Probably overworked imagination.

- You think she's having a relapse?

- Mentally?

Well, let's hope not.

I'm afraid it'd kill her if she ever

had to go back to that sanitarium.

She needs to be near you, Harry.

She seems to get a great deal

of consolation from you.

Now, be patient with her, my boy.

And with the right understanding

on your part...

...I have high hopes

for her eventual recovery.

Oh, I'll be in town for a few days.

If you need me, just call.

Well, my faithful husband, no less.

You finally decided to come home.

What's the matter, Harry?

Couldn't you stand

the suspense any longer?

Couldn't you wait another minute

for the psychiatrist's verdict?

What did he say, Harry?

Does he think I'm crazy too?

No one thinks you're crazy, Nancy.

How nice.

Then you believe me.

You believe I saw the satellite.

It's not the first time

someone has seen a satellite.

Right in the road, with a giant in it?

Don't be so condescending, Harry.

I know what you're thinking.

I know why Dr. Cushing was here,

I know who called him.

I called him.

He's here for your own good, Nancy.

And I know where you spent the night

last night too.

You seem to have a lot of information.

Well, I don't like being tailed

in my own home.

Here, your giant friend may come

looking for this.

Harry, wait. Where are you going?

Ask Jess.

Wouldn't you like something to eat?

The doctor said...

Oh, Jess, quit mincing around

and leave me alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is KRKR-TV.

And now, more news of high fliers.

Nancy Archer, the former Nancy Fowler...

... Heiress to the Fowler millions and owner

of the fabulous Star of India diamond...

... Has joined that ever-expanding

international society of satellite-seers.

From the Archers' palatial

home-away-from-home comes a report...

... That Mrs. Archer has not only been seeing

a sociable satellite...

... But its inhabitant as well:

A 30-foot giant.

Was he pink with big ears and tusks?

Well, maybe Mrs. Archer...

... who has recently been feuding

with her husband, handsome Harry...

... Has finally found a man

from out of this world.

A man who could love her for herself.

Come, come, now, Mrs. Archer.

A man can ignore $ 1 million,

but 50?

That's too much to ask

even from the man in the moon.

What happened?

So I'm crazy? I'm seeing things, am I?

Jess, get the car.

I'm going out to the desert

and find that thing.

And you're going with me.

Well, don't just stand there, go on.

You're being ridiculous, Nancy.

There's nothing out there.

You don't believe me.

Well, you're wrong. You're all wrong.

You're drunk, Nancy.

Why don't you try to sleep it off?

Not until I've proved it to myself

and to you.

We'll drive on the side roads.

I have a strange feeling it's out there

somewhere waiting for me.

I'm certain of it.

And if it isn't?

Then I'm crazy

and should be committed.

The car's out in front, ma'am.

Jess, get the revolver.

What's the gun for?

We're going hunting, remember?

Let's go.

Nothing.

Just sand and space.

Well, seen enough?

Keep driving.

There. Stop the car, Harry, there it is.

I don't see a thing.

I saw it flash behind those hills.

All right, all right, I'll turn around.

Hurry.

Well, now we've combed

all through these hills.

You saw it.

There's nothing out here.

Just emptiness.

Well, shall we drive on a little further?

I'm sorry, Harry.

I'm sorry.

That's it. I did see it.

I told you. I told you!

I was right. I was right. It's real.

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