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but the journal didn't say

anything about the sea...

Just talked about worms.

Nothing in my

experience leads me

towards McLane's worm theory.

Nothing.

You would know better than I.

But why, I ask, did

the writer stop

in the middle of a sentence?

Yes, why, Karl?

Unless something really

unusual happened,

I'm sure he would've finished.

We shall find out, I think.

Well, gentlemen,

I will head down

to south valley in the morning.

You know, I haven't seen any

insect life since we arrived.

Shh. Quiet.

Listen.

Just the wind.

You nearly frightened

me to death.

Well, now, I couldn't very well

announce myself

underwater, could I?

Besides, you looked

scared down there.

I was scared...

And lost too.

You know, Dale,

it's funny, but...

I was using a big black

rock as a landmark,

but when I swam back,

the rock was gone.

Well, I did see something

move near you.

You did?

I wonder what it could've been?

I don't know.

Just a big black shape

moving through the kelp.

Land crabs and seagulls.

Everything else is dead.

Dale! Martha!

What's the matter, Carson?!

Come up the path!

We'll meet you!

They must have found something.

Come on, hon.

Oh, hold it.

- That ridge will drop right off.

- Off what?

Come. See for yourself.

But only this morning I came along

this path on my way to the beach.

And it wasn't there.

You mean this pit

wasn't here before?

It has only appeared in

the last 20 minutes.

And it's at least 50 feet deep.

- Nothing but land crabs.

- I want to go down there.

- No.

- Why not?

You are a geologist. You know

that a second disturbance

would cause a cave-in that would

crush anybody down in the pit.

- He seems pretty definite, Jim.

- Is he right about a cave-in?

He could be,

assuming this was caused

by a disturbance.

Why, it's glazed, as though

it had been fired in a kiln.

Sommers, you and fellows

better put a couple

of your lanterns

around this pit so

as to keep any of us

from falling in in the

middle of the night.

Come on, honey, let's

go back to the house.

Martha.

Awake.

Martha Hunter.

Awake.

Awake, Martha.

It is McLane.

Awake.

McLane?

Martha, come to me.

Help me.

Help me.

Martha.

Martha Hunter.

Help me.

Help me.

Martha, help me.

Help me.

Martha.

Come to me.

Jim, but.. what...?

I thought...

So you heard it too?

Yes, it was awful.

McLane's voice.

He called me as plain as day.

Strange, because I only

heard him call my name.

How could the navy

search this whole island

and miss a survivor?

If he is a survivor.

What does that mean? You

heard him as well as I.

Someone could've been

imitating his voice.

Well, who would do that?

I don't know, but I do

know that McLane's dead.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'm going to find out for sure.

Jim, you're not

going down there.

- Yes, I am.

- But Karl's against it.

He's afraid of cave-ins.

I'm not.

Keep this on me till

I'm out of sight.

Jim, you don't know

what's down there.

What could be other than earth,

water, and a few land crabs?

Jim?

Jim.

I see her.

Martha.

Martie.

Oh, she has fainted, no more.

Wh...?

It's all right, honey.

It's all right.

Where's Jim?

He's in the pit.

He went into the pit.

I saw the rope go slack.

He must've fallen

during the quake.

I warned him.

Carson!

Can you hear me?

- Are you alive?

- Dr. Weigand!

My knee, it's broken!

We are coming for you!

Don't try to move!

- No, Jules.

- But we must go down to him.

Not this way.

The rope may be too short.

Then how?

Through the caves.

The great caves to the sea.

But how do you know the

caves connect with the pit?

Gentlemen, for reasons

I have guessed...

Dr. Carson also...

These caves must join the pit,

because the pit was

created from below,

not from the surface.

Dale, take Martha

back to the house.

The rest of us will

look for Dr. Carson.

Dale, I'm all right. They'll

need you with them.

If we can bring Dr. Carson

out, two of us are enough.

If we can't, a whole

army will do us no good.

Are you hiding something

from us, doc?

A theory perhaps?

Maybe.

Come. We must hurry.

You all right?

Just a little shaky.

Let's get back to the house

and get some coffee.

Oh, I thought you

were the boogeyman.

I thought we heard a girl

screaming during the quake.

Did part of the cliffs

fall away into the sea?

Part of them? Well, it was

pretty dark where we were,

but it looked like the whole

island was coming down.

The boulders almost

crashed us in the tent.

The whole island, yes.

We must go faster. There

is very little time.

Little time for what?

That is Dr. Weigand's

small secret.

Let us catch him and find out.

Doctor, why did you try to stop

me from throwing that rock?

I just don't like

to kill anything,

even such ugly

creatures as these.

Poor helpless things.

Helpless nothing.

You ever see a bunch of them

start on a wounded marine?

They finish him off

in five minutes.

That's all the more reason

to get Jim out of that pit.

Yes, all the more reason.

Now, what do you want with

McLane's journal now, honey?

I just thought I'd

look through it

and see what it was Mac said

about those great caves

appearing in the

sides of the hills.

Well, he didn't say much,

except that it always

happened at night.

It was right in here.

There it is again.

- Another quake.

- No, the other sound.

I heard it at the pit.

You know if we both

hadn't heard it,

I'd swear it was my

own imagination.

Dale, what can it be?

I don't know, but

I'm gonna find out.

- Now, stay here, Martie.

- Don't go in there.

Put out the lights.

- There's light ahead.

- It's coming from the pit.

- Carson, we are near you!

- Quiet.

Come quickly.

He's still alive.

So let's get him out of here.

We can get him out,

but we must move with caution.

Why?

Do not call to him.

Why not, doctor?

Blood.

Where could he drag himself?

We will not find him tonight.

We had better return

in the morning

when there is more light.

I don't like the idea of leaving him

here all night with a busted leg.

Nor do I. Up the rope...

quickly.

We might as well go

back through the caves.

No! Up the rope.

Dr. Weigand...

You are a great

nuclear physicist

while I am a simple

provincial botanist,

but there are things

I do not understand...

There are many things that I do

not understand also, Jules.

You had better climb.

Our tent's just outside the cave.

We don't have to go up the rope.

Up the rope!

That's what I was afraid of.

It stopped.

Whatever it was must've

damaged the wiring.

Light one of the kerosene

lamps, will you, honey?

Here's your motive.

Food.

But not much, considering the size

of the thing that did all of this.

I guess there's no point in

waiting for the rest to get back.

The storm should've let up enough for

me to get through to the navy now.

Come on.

Oh, Dale.

Whatever it was that did this

deliberately

destroyed the radio.

It had to be deliberate.

Every piece of wiring has been

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