Attack of the 50 Foot Woman Page #4

Go get Jess.

Tell him to get down here pronto.

Excuse me.

Jess. Sheriff Dubbitt wants to see you.

Right away.

I thought you two might like a cool...

Did you ever see anything like this

around here before, Jess?

A giant footprint.

Maybe Mrs. Archer wasn't so...

I've been thinking the same thing myself.

Hey, look.

There's another one over there.

- Hey, look. There's another one.

- Charlie.

We've got to keep quiet about this thing

or everybody will think we're nuts.

Be dark in a half-hour.

We'll follow these, see where they lead.

- We will?

- Mrs. Archer has a station wagon.

Good. Run my car into town

and get the riot gun, Charlie.

Bring a couple of grenades

and some tear gas and flashlights too.

- Tear gas? Grenades?

- We'll leave as soon as you get back.

You better plan

on being up all night tonight.

We've gotta have somebody in the office

in case Jess and I wanna get in touch.

Sure. You know,

I'd like to go with you, chief.

There will be no charge for overtime.

Come on, Jess.

There's still some daylight left.

Let's follow these things.

Excuse me, chief.

Bring it up.

Amazing.

Here.

We'd better walk the rest of the way.

There's a radio phone in the car.

Shouldn't we call for help?

No use yelling for outside interference

until we see what we got.

Harry must have brought her out here

and left her.

And then this...

This giant must have taken her home

and put her on the pool-house roof.

Amazing.

Look.

My gun.

He emptied it before he ran.

At what?

Over here.

Look.

The Star of India.

Mrs. Archer was right.

The thing was after her diamond.

Diamonds everywhere. Different colors.

Must be used to power this thing

in some way.

Let's take this one and get out of here.

Charlie. Charlie.

The radio's shot too.

We might as well start walking.

We'll come back for all this stuff later.

It's gonna be a long walk.

I've known Nancy since she was born.

In those days, she was a beautiful child.

Fresh, young, full of the joys of life.

But in the last few years, after her marriage,

she changed.

Her health seemed to rise and fall

with the tide of her emotions.

A very sad case.

A case not infrequent

in this supersonic age we live in.

I'm afraid I was unwise in advising her

to take Harry back after they'd separated.

Who knows, my friend?

When women reach the age of maturity...

...Mother Nature sometimes

overworks their frustration...

...to a point of irrationalism.

Like the middle-aged man of our age...

...who finds himself looking longingly...

...at a girl in her early 20s.

Harry!

What was that?

Harry!

Harry.

I'll get Dr. Cushing.

Harry. I want him here.

Nancy, Nancy, calm yourself. Morphine.

Harry's asleep in his room.

He'll be right here.

- Harry!

- Call the sheriff.

Harry.

Harry!

Sheriff's office, please.

And hurry, operator, it's urgent.

- Harry.

- Hello. Sheriff Dubbitt.

Have you found Mr. Archer yet?

No, ma'am,

but I left messages everywhere in town.

Oh, she did, huh?

She is?

Yes, ma'am, I know it's an emergency.

All right, I will, right away.

Hi, Mary. I'm going over to Tony's Club

and then I'm heading out to the Archers'.

If Sheriff Dubbitt calls in,

tell him he'd better get out there too.

Thank you, baby. Bye.

No, there's no cutting in here

at Tony's Club, buddy.

- Mr. Archer.

- Why, it's the deputy.

What can we do for you this time?

Your house has been trying

to get you all evening.

- Didn't the bartender give you my message?

- He did.

And now you've delivered it in person.

Anything else?

No...

Well, yes, there is.

They say it's important. An emergency.

Well, thanks.

All right.

Let's see, now. Where were we, huh?

- Here.

- Oh, yeah.

Never should have kept this

out of the papers.

The poor girl, she's had

so much publicity all her life.

I'm afraid now there's no alternative.

We'll have to notify the authorities.

If you hadn't given her that sedative, there's

no telling what would have happened.

Well, thank heaven

we got the chains on her arms and legs.

- How long will the morphine be effective?

- No telling, with the size of her body.

But we'll have to keep her under sedation

until the state police arrive.

I'll phone the authorities at Baker.

Operator.

Doctor! Dr. Cushing, it's her.

She's come to again.

- Dr. Cushing!

- Hither, nurse. More morphine.

Operator. Operator. Operator.

This is Mary, your operator.

What's going on there?

What's happening?

Hurry with that morphine, Cushing.

She's loose.

She'll tear the roof off.

Operator. Operator.

It's dead.

I know where my husband is.

He's with that woman.

I'll find him.

She's loose.

A tank couldn't have done a better job.

She... She's heading for town.

Hi, chief. I was just on my way over

to the Archers'.

I think Mrs. Archer finally came to.

Say, they've been

asking for you over there.

- Did you find anything out there?

- Get moving, will you?

Yeah, sure, sure, hop in.

Say, where's the station wagon, chief?

Doctor. Doctor,

give us a hand with the door.

Here's the sheriff's car.

Holy Toledo. What happened?

Thank heaven you're here.

It's Mrs. Archer. She's on a rampage.

- We've got to warn the town.

- She's grown into a giant.

Never mind. Get into the car.

We'll explain as we go along.

Drive to town.

Uranium.

This is just make-believe.

A lot of junk to sell to the people.

It ain't like the old days when

we could go out prospecting for gold...

...with a sluice box and water.

I can see it now.

Come on, Hazel. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey, Tony.

Something's happened to your lights.

I got eyes. I can see.

- Who needs lights?

- Well, I need another drink.

- Hey, Ton. Tony.

- Oh, you're a good fellow, Tony.

Attaboy, Ton.

- Mellow, mellow...

- Happy birthday, Honey.

Well, wouldn't you know it.

Can't you drive any faster?

What happened?

Was it a giant woman?

- Going toward town?

- Let's hurry.

Harry.

She'll tear up the whole town

until she finds Harry.

Yeah, then she'll tear up Harry.

See if you can locate him

and put him in the police car.

We'll try and draw her off.

I'll call Baker for help.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Let's get the sheriff.

- Hey, what's going on here?

- Harry!

It sounds like someone's

calling your name.

Harry!

Harry!

It's your wife.

She's wrecking the town looking for you.

- Come on, I gotta get you out of here.

- No.

If she sees me out there, she'll kill me.

She's crazy.

Come on, Mr. Archer,

we gotta get out of here.

You're a deputy. Do something.

I can't shoot a lady.

Give me the gun. Give me that gun.

No. No, no, Mrs. Archer.

Help me move this beam, Charlie.

She's dead.

No. No, Nancy. Nancy.

No! Nancy.

Nancy. Nancy, no.

Nancy, no.

Nancy, don't.

Oh, no.

- Don't, Nancy. You killed Honey.

- No.

Nancy, no. Put me down.

You killed Honey. Nancy, no.

Nancy, no. No.

You're crushing me. I can't breathe.

Hurry. Hurry.

She's got Harry. She's got Harry.

- Why doesn't the sheriff do something?

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