The Monster of Piedras Blancas
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- Year:
- 1959
- 71 min
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Hey!
Hey! You there!
I told you to stay
away from this light!
I meant it!
Now go on!
Beat it!
Never saw anything
like it in my life.
Head ripped clean off!
What do you think, constable?
I don't know what to think.
They're as white as sheets.
They don't look like they got
a drop of blood left in 'em.
We'll know better
after an autopsy.
I bet old Sturges knows
more than he'll tell.
fished out at the point.
The boat could've drifted back.
- How about it, Matson?
- Suppose you let me do the thinking.
You take these bodies
over to Kochek's.
I'll have Doc join us and
take a look at 'em.
Ahh, I still think Sturges oughta
tell us what he knows.
- Maybe he don't know nothin'.
- Ya wanna bet?
All right, now quit your
grumbling. Get'em out of here.
Okay, folks, you go on
home now, will ya.
This is not a Roman
holiday. Please!
I need some supplies.
You see what happened
to the Rinaldi brothers?
- I didn't stop.
- It was me that found them!
I went out on the pier to
look at my lobster traps,
when I see the boat way out
over there by the breaker line,
but it was low in the water
and looked like it was empty.
But I did not pay much attention
until it drifted near the pier.
Then I seen them.
Like slaughtered steers!
Their throats cut clean!
Funny thing though,
not much blood around.
That lens cleaner I
ordered, come in yet?
That'll be in next week.
You know, the constable
has the idea
they got caught in that
squall we had last night,
and couldn't keep
off the rocks.
But if that was the case,
I say they would
still be on the rocks and nothing
left of that boat at all!
Let me have a pound of liver
and two of bacon.
You wanna know
what I think?
It ain't rocks and
it ain't squalls.
It's something living
that did it.
- Kochek, you talk too much.
- That's what they said 2 yrs ago
when that couple came down
from the east to go fishing.
They found nothing else but some
debris washed up on the shore.
- Anything else?
- Just my week's meat scraps.
You know, if this had happened
when I first came here
nothing about rocks and squalls.
Piedras Blancas!
I'm not so sure they
would not be right!
You know, we should pay more
attention to these legends.
It would explain many thing that
have happened in the last 30 yrs.
Kochek, you're a bigger
fool than I thought.
Now, where's my
meat scraps?
You did not show up yesterday, so I
gave them to Bert, for his hogs.
You knew I'd be in!
these meat scraps for you!
Besides, Bert paid for it.
You idiot.
You'll be sorry for this.
That'll be 3 dollars!
Where'll we put'em?
Wait a minute, I'll open
up the ice room.
Don't forget, we're burying the
Rinaldi brothers in the morning.
First class funeral.
Better not miss it!
What's burning him?
I didn't save the scraps
for his stupid dog.
I understand Doc Jorgenson is
coming to look them over.
I've got my own idea's of
what happened. Come on!
- Good morning, Dad.
- You left early this morning, Lucille.
I had to open up.
I got the supplies so you
won't have to shop.
Thanks.
Be home before dark.
I'll have supper ready.
Oh, I've got to
work tonight, Dad.
Mrs. Matson isn't
feeling too well.
Got some nice liver,
you always like that.
I'm sorry. I can't help it.
I don't like you coming
home after dark!
Oh, I'll be all right.
Fred'll bring me.
Don't be late.
- Understand?
- Yes, sir.
Oh, Mr. Sturges, can I
have a word with you?
I, ah, thought maybe you
might be able to help me.
I know the Rinaldi boys always
fished out at the point,
I thought you might
have seen them.
Um, what time did the squall
hit out there last night?
- About midnight.
- What time do you start the fog horn?
I blew from 11:
30 'til dawn.And you didn't see anything
unusual all night?
If I had, I'd tell you.
Just that I knew they
always fished out there.
I've told them
plenty of times...
it's dangerous
this time of year!
Never can tell when
But, they wouldn't listen!
Nobody listens!
They'll learn someday!
What's aching him?
He is the most unfriendly
man I ever knew. I...
Oh, I'm sorry, Lucy.
I didn't mean that.
- This business has got me upset, I guess.
- That's all right, Mr. Matson.
I know the town isn't
very fond of Dad.
I'll go see what
Doc's found out.
I ah..
don't imagine be many
people for lunch today so
take the afternoon
off, if you like.
Eddie here can
take care of things.
- All right, I'll see.
- All right.
Your dad and the town always
been at odds with one another?
- No, not always.
- What happened?
- Don't want to tell me?
- Some other time.
Hey lady, you gonna let
a customer die of thirst?
I don't know why I
let this upset me?
Oh, it's natural.
- Dad isn't really like that.
- Look, I'm sure he isn't.
Hey, I've got a good idea.
What's that?
I've gotta go out to the Point
and pick some specimens
why don't you
come along,
Gee, I'd like to, but I haven't had
a chance to clean this place all day.
You might not get
another offer.
All right!
Maybe the town's people won't be
hungry today, but I bet you will.
I'll make some sandwiches
and we'll take them with us.
You see,
I knew there was some reason
I wanted you to come along.
I'm not sure it's me or my
cooking you're falling for.
Well, I always try to
keep'em guessing.
Oh, you do, do you!
Well, what happened, Doc?
What did you find?
Well, the jugular veins, the
carotid arteries, the esophagus,
the trachea, were cut straight across.
There was a complete transection
of the spinal cord.
In short, the heads were
severed from the trunks.
Death was instantaneous.
Well, how could it have happened?
I don't know, George.
If we were living in the 19th century, I'd
say they were victims of the guillotine.
You mean they were murdered?
That's your department, not mine.
- I thought maybe it was an accident.
- Well, maybe it was, but I doubt it.
The manner of death was identical
in both cases and it had all the
earmarks of a conscious act.
Looks to me like the work
of some inhuman beast.
Oh, that's a pack of
nonsense, Kochek.
You haven't been here as
long as I have, Constable.
Have you not heard of the legend of
the monster of Piedras Blancas?
- An old wives's tale and you know it.
- Yes, of course it is.
It may have been a freak accident or
we may have a lunatic on our hands.
Have there been any reports of
strangers in the vicinity, George?
No, I haven't heard of any.
I can check with the constable
over at Winswept.
Yeah, let's go over
to the office.
Look, Kochek,
the whole town's upset,
now keep your stories to yourself
until we get this cleared up.
Do you really
think you will?
Let's try this.
You fix the grub, Ma'am.
You sound like a
drugstore cowboy.
- Flattery will get you nowhere.
- I've noticed.
The town's people don't know
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