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that lived two million years ago

got out of that crate,

killed the baggage man and put him in there,

then locked everything up neat and tidy

and got away?

- Yes, I am! It's alive, it must be!

- Lock him up.

We'll search the train and find it, whatever it is,

and destroy it.

- But if it's alive...

- I want this kept quiet!

I don't want to panic the passengers.

(Muffled scream)

My glass is empty.

What is it?

I'm sorry, I can't tell you.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Good evening.

Haven't we met?

I don't believe so.

Yes, at the Governor's palace. General Wang.

You're mistaken.

It was somebody else.

What's the matter?

The eye of that fish, it's white.

Naturally, it's boiled.

Boiled... yes.

- Is it true you're a doctor?

- Ask me when I've finished my dinner.

- It's urgent.

- What are the symptoms?

He's dead, you saw him.

- 0h, that one.

There's nothing I can do for him.

Now there's one more dead.

- I want to know the cause of death.

- Who's dead?

Keep your nose out of it!

You didn't hear anything.

Excuse me.

Is Professor Saxton's fossil still at large?

I think the fossil or whatever it is escaped,

jumped off the train.

- Miss Jones, I shall need your assistance.

- Yes, well, at your age, I'm not surprised.

- With an autopsy!

- 0h, well, that's different.

Very curious.

A genetic defect, obviously.

- Scalpel.

- Uh-hm.

Can you keep that still.

- (Man) What is he doing?

- Trepan.

Don't get up, please.

I see you have decided to dine alone,

Sir Alexander.

I've eaten in worse circumstances

and in worse company.

Handsaw.

Here you are, Doctor.

You're in bad humour because

you've lost your box of bones.

That "box of bones", Madame, could have

solved many of the riddles of science.

If the theory of evolution is confirmed,

if the science of biology is revolutionised,

if the very origin of man is determined...

I have heard of evolution, it's... it's immoral.

It's a fact... and there's no morality in a fact.

And what about the baggage man

and that poor thief at the station?

- What about them?

- They are dead.

Was your creature responsible for that?

Probably.

And you don't care?

A baggage man and a thief?

You're right, Madame,

I don't care as much as I should.

Can you tell me how he died?

Smooth as a baby's bottom.

You saw this man today and he was normal?

- Absolutely.

- It must be a mutation, a freak of nature.

What's so special about this brain?

Learning and memory

are engraved on the normal brain,

leaving a wrinkled surface.

This brain has been drained,

the memory has been removed

like chalk erased from a blackboard.

- (Knocking)

- Come in.

Thank you. It's all yours.

I won't be long.

Miss? It's Doctor Wells.

Miss, are you all right?

Miss, are you there?

(Gunshot)

(Creature growling)

(Snarling)

(Gunshot)

(Knocking)

Come in.

Feeling better?

Yes.

Anything wrong?

That woman who was killed -

the engineer, you know, the chess player,

he told me that she was an international spy.

- Yes, I know.

- 0h, you do?

Well, could that fact have had anything

to do with her death?

What do you think?

Doctor Wells and I performed

an autopsy on her.

Her brain was completely smooth,

just like the baggage man's.

Everything had been erased.

I have a theory about this.

I'm only a policeman, Professor,

I don't have much education.

Well, I'll make it simple.

Supposing that creature, the one you killed,

was capable of taking ideas

directly from other people's brains

and transferring them to its own.

- You mean it sucked other people's brains?

- Absorbed, through the eyes.

That was our first clue. The eyes going white.

Then if the beast had absorbed your brains,

all of your education

would have gone into its brain.

It would have been as clever as you.

Much more so

because what it had taken from me

would have been added to the learning

that it already had.

Professor, spy, baggage man, thief.

What was the creature looking for?

Well, that we'll never know

now that it's dead and yet...

What?

A creature like that...

how would it ever die?

- Inspector?

- What is it?

I found this. The animal had it.

- (Saxton) The animal had it?

- Give it to me!

- It belonged to Count Petrovski.

- How do you know?

I saw him put it in the safe.

Steel - harder than a diamond.

That's why the spies are after it.

The French, German, English.

But they are wasting their time.

What really matters is the formula

and that, gentleman, is safe... up here.

What happened to the girl? The spy.

She's dead.

The fossil or whatever it was killed her.

- But there's no more danger.

- The beast is not dead.

I put four bullets into him.

You think evil can be killed with bullets?

Satan lives.

The unholy one... is among us!

Specimen jar.

- What do you expect to find in the eye fluid?

- I don't know.

- Why, this is incredible.

- What?

It's the last thing the creature saw!

- The police inspector.

- The image has been retained in the fluid.

Exactly. The creature's visual memory

is located not in its brain but in the eye itself.

Can you identify anything?

It's a brontosaurus!

A pterodactyl.

(Train whistle)

(Saxton) Incredible.

This is not a map.

(Saxton) It can only be the Earth

seen from space.

I hope I'm not intruding. People on the train

are becoming afraid, Professor.

People on long journeys become bored,

Madame. They crave excitement.

- Then there's no more danger?

- It's all finished.

And what about your science?

The evolution you were talking about?

Look for yourself.

Come here, Pujardov.

There's something I want to show you.

Look.

(Russian)

It is the Holy Writ.

Where did you get it?

There, from the creature's eye.

- The eye of Satan!

- Nonsense. There's a scientific explanation.

Do you know it?

No.

Not yet.

Before the fall, before Satan

was banished from the throne of God,

the Evil 0ne looked down from heaven

and did see...

Rubbish!

Pujardov!

- Pujardov? Where is he?

- I don't know.

He's gone mad.

- I'll look in the baggage car.

- Right.

- Looking for the thief, Miss Jones?

- You know about it.

What's all the fuss?

You get back that eye

and there's a thousand roubles in it for you.

A thousand rubbles for an eye?

There's something in it.

- Pictures.

- Pictures of what?

Pictures of the earth in prehistoric times.

Pictures of the earth seen from space.

Who else has seen such pictures?

Dr Wells, Professor Saxton

and that pretty Countess.

I see.

Have pity, have pity.

Are you going to kill me?

Fool. There's nothing in your head of any use.

Another killing.

- (Man) Stop the train! I want to get off!

- (Woman) There's no law!

Quiet!

There's been talk about getting off the train.

- Well, you can forget it.

- I'll complain to the authorities.

- I'm not one of your muzhiks!

- I'll shoot anyone who tries to stop the train.

Shoot?! Shoot?! You stupid Russian!

(Inspector) Who else has seen

such pictures?

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