"[music playing]" "NARRATOR:" "Strained..." "The monstrous assurance of this race of puny bipeds with overblown egos, the creature who calls himself man." "He believes he owns the Earth and every living thing on it exists only for his benefit." "Yet how foolish he is." "Consider, even the lowly insect that man trods underfoot outweighs humanity several times and outnumbers by countless billions." "In the continuing war for survival between man and the hexapods, only an utter fool would bet against the insect." "Let a man or woman venture from the well beaten path of civilization." "Let him cross the threshold of the limited intellect, and he encounters amazing, wondrous things..." "The unknown and terrible." "If he escapes these weird adventures with his life, he will usually find he left his reason behind him." "Perhaps that is what happened to these two souls, lost in the great Mexican desert." "But then ask yourself, why would anyone trod from the usually well traveled roads of this modern age, from the luxury of an air conditioned automobile?" "It's difficult for our modern world of statistics and electronics to accept miracles." "But you could almost call this a miracle... a genuine miracle." "Out of hundreds and thousands of square miles of heat and seared wasteland, where the vultures wait for the other vultures to die, an American oil surveyor has chosen to explore this particular terrible corner of the earth," "the Muerto Desert..." "The Desert of Death." "This surveyor can hardly credit his eyes." "Perhaps they're only illusive images produced by roasting the optic nerves." "But if they do exist..." "If they are living things from somewhere..." "One fact is certain." "Miracle or not, they will not be living things for long." "The Muerto Desert, true to its name, will soon convert them into dead things." "[man panting]" "Maybe he's coming out of it, then." "I've got it, Doc." "Even if they got across that desert alive, the sun's bound to have cooked their brains." "It's a miracle to me old Pepe and Frank found them." "Now I'd be getting back to work." "Beats me how they got there or what they were doing." "That's the most god-forsaken spot on earth." "Maybe they're from that missing plane we read about." "That plane was headed for Mexico City." "It'd have to be 100 degrees off to land in the Muerto Desert." "100 degrees or not, they had to come from somewhere." "Where did you say you picked them up, Pepe?" "On the road to Zarpa Mesa, Senor Medico." "[woman moans]" "DOC:" "Pretty girl under all that sunburn." "She was almost completely dehydrated." "I don't know what kept them alive." "You're all right." "You're safe." "You're in an oil company office." "You sure?" "She's in about the same shape you are." "She hasn't come out of it yet, but I think you're both going to be all right." "Here, try to take this." "[coughing]" "Who did you think you were anyway, Superman?" "Super..." "Nobody's ever been able to walk across that desert and come out alive." "And you try it with a girl." "You said this was an oil company." "Can you load a truck with full drums and bring all the men you can spare?" "If we get there in time, maybe we can..." "Can what?" "Burn them out before they scatter." "That's the only thing that scares them... fire." "But if we're too late, we're..." "Now just a minute, young fella." "Take it easy." "You've been out in the sun too long." "That sedative will quiet him down in a minute." "I tell you, you don't know." "You haven't seen them." "But if you had, you'd realize..." "Seen them?" "Look, you said Superman." "Well these are super monsters or bugs as big as we are." "They can... the can... they can kill you with one bite." "DAN:" "What can?" "MAN:" "These... these..." "These things." "I... if they scatter before we get there, we're..." "Where do they come from?" "He's got a... an underground lab up on Zarpa Mesa." "He does something to their glands." "Who does?" "Doctor Aranya." "Aranya?" "Ay, caramba!" "I told you the sun had cooked their brains." "Pepe doesn't think so." "And besides, nobody's ever been able to climb Zarpa Mesa." "But you can reach it by plane." "Let's listen to his story anyway." "What do we got to lose?" "It all started on the border a few days back." "I pilot for Jan van Croft, the big financier." "Well, we had engine trouble, and I..." "I made a forced landing in the... the field outside this little Mexican town." "After we landed, I stayed with the... with the ship to..." "NARRATOR:" "Quite a sorry he's telling, isn't it, Pepe?" "You heard from your people about Zarpa Mesa, and the mysterious Doctor Aranya, even though your bosses haven't." "So why tell them?" "They would only laugh at you and say, poor Pepe, you're getting old." "But you heard for years about the grotesque and misshapen people, about the women..." "Strange women who do not die." "No, Grant Philip doesn't know the whole story." "You see, he came into it late." "It actually began, oh, almost a year ago, the night Dr. Leland" "Masterson, the world famous specialist and researcher, found himself in the middle of the Muerto" "Desert, the Desert of Death." "He came in answer to a rather mysterious summons from a man he admired but knew only as a name signed to a series of brilliant scientific treatises..." "Aranya." "Well, we've arrived." "NARRATOR:" "Your eyes must be playing tricks on you in this light." "Is that what you think, Masterson?" "What was it you thought you saw?" "Apparently, they've come correctly." "But, uh, to Masterson it seems strange... a man with the genius of Aranya building his laboratory on an inaccessible mountain top in the middle of an uninhabited desert." "Why Zarpa Mesa?" "Why Zarpa Mesa, indeed!" "A natural question, doctor." "And one that was soon to be answered, though in a way so fantastic and horrible as to make a man of science doubt his senses." "How do you do?" "My name is Masterson..." "Dr. Leland Masterson." "I believe Dr. Aranya is expecting me." "Nervous systems of insects." "Dr. Masterson?" "Dr. Aranya?" "I trust your journey was pleasant." "Well, moderately." "I must confess, though, that I was a trifle uneasy when your driver headed into the Muerto Desert." "But everything seems to have worked out." "The sentimental human mind being what it is, this is the only sort of a place I could find to carry on my work." "But I can understand your feelings." "These papers on the anterior lobe of the pituitary and the effects of the specific hormones on other living things... quite the most remarkable endocrine theories that I've ever read." "Well thank you, doctor..." "Coming from the world's foremost organo-therapist, a fine complement." "That's why I jumped at the chance to come here, work with you, examine your theories." "Oh, let us understand one thing, Doctor." "These are not theories." "Not theories?" "I have successfully proved every point over and over again in my laboratory." "MASTERSON:" "Wait a minute." "You want me to believe that you have produce these things by experimentation?" "And many more." "Then my eyes weren't playing tricks." "So you can see why such work as this must be completed inside a mountaintop amidst this desolation." "Oh, I'm completing a most unusual experiment in my laboratory, Doctor." "Would you care to observe?" "Oh, certainly!" "Then come along." "[machinery humming]" "Only a matter of minutes now." "What is the na..." "Nature of this... this..." "Well, I require some clarification, Doctor." "As you know, I have isolated the growth hormone of the anterior pituitary, the specific substance which controls the growth pattern of human beings." "Yes, it was the subject of one of your papers." "Yes, and with this accomplished," "I said to myself what would the effect be of this hormone, or a complete human pituitary being transferred in the body of another creature?" "I began a series of experiments..." "Moderate success among the lesser animals, a complete failure among birds." "And then, experimenting one day upon the hexapods," "I came upon the Theraphosidae family." "MASTERSON:" "A tarantula?" "Exactly." "The tarantulas began to yield amazing results." "They grew as large as human beings, began developing new reasoning powers." "And I found I had the telepathic power to communicate with them." "And then I reversed the process, transplanted the controlled substance of the insect back into the human body." "Doctor, observe this girl." "I call her Tarantella." "She has human beauty and intelligence, but still possesses the capacities and instincts of the giant spider." "How do you mean?" "She has the indestructibility of the insect." "If her body became damaged, if she were to lose an arm or a leg, she could grow a new one." "I expect Tarantella may survive for hundreds and hundreds of years." "And what about males?" "Well unfortunately, in the insect world, the male is a puny, unimportant thing." "You saw a few of the examples." "The dwarfs." "I think we're beginning to get some results." "What is it?" "If we are successful, I shall have a super female spider with a thinking and reasoning brain, a creature that someday may control the world subject to my will." "Are you convinced now, Doctor?" "I hope you appreciate this opportunity I'm giving you to become a colleague of mine." "No... no!" "You can't do these things!" "You're tampering with the work of the Creator!" "Gibberish." "You're evil!" "This place is like..." "You must be destroyed, you and all the foul things that you've made!" "Your choice, Doctor." "A very poor choice." "Of course you know I cannot let you leave this place." "Someway, somehow I'll find a way to put an end to you and your ghastly experiments!" "[sinister music]" "Regrettable." "I was hoping for a colleague, but... well at least we have another experimental subject." "Mr. Masterson, here's your orange juice." "Mr. Masterson!" "[music playing]" "[music stops] [applause]" "Thank you, sir." "Thank you very much." "[music playing]" "What a dump." "Well, it isn't exactly the Star Club, I'll admit." "But..." "Senora, Senor... the best people in the house." "Something to drink..." "Anything tall and cool." "Si, senor." "We had to come down in this flea-bitten border town." "And you would drag me to this dive... this upholstered sewer." "Oh, I find this place rather amusing." "Your great southwest has a certain, uh, flare, no?" "No." "I don't happen to be in the mood for a cook's tour of our great southwest." "If it wasn't for that forced landing, we'd be in Mexico getting married by now." "But my dear, you can't blame me for the motor trouble." "Those things will happen to the best of planes." "Well it didn't have to happen on my wedding day." "Now you're acting childish, and that's not you." "After all, being able to adapt oneself to any situation is the mark of the true sophisticate." "I'm sorry." "And you're not angry with me?" "Of course not, darling." "William J Masterson is the name." "May I?" "I beg your pardon?" "May I say you are beautiful, my dear?" "Very beautiful and good." "That's very kind of you." "Yes, Wu?" "The plane is ready, huh?" "Not for some time." "The pilot is having considerable trouble." "Spend a small fortune for a plane, hire the best pilot I can get, and what happens?" "Well, Wu?" "What are you waiting for?" "Get back to the plane." "Yes, master." "[guitar]" "[music playing]" "Masterson, it's certainly good to see you." "I've been looking for you for two days." "I'm sorry, but I felt like a little trip." "We missed you, sir." "Dr. Harrison wishes to see you, you know?" "[awkward chuckle]" "I know, George." "But I don't want to see him." "I don't get this." "Who are you, and what's this all about?" "I'm his nurse, miss." "His nurse?" "Yes." "You see, Mr. Masterson is..." "MASTERSON:" "No, George." "I wouldn't do that." "See, I like this lady." "You like her?" "Very much." "She's fascinating... as a dancer, of course." "I don't like her." "That woman is evil." "Tell me... tell me what's wrong." "Not now, Anne." "Don't talk." "And they threw her down, and blood was sprinkled on the wall." "And he trod her underfoot." "[gun shot]" "Give me that gun, Mr. Masterson." "Please, give me that gun!" "Come on, let's get out of here." "Stop, everybody!" "Listen, this man's an insane killer." "He's loco." "He'll kill all of us before you can reach him." "Thank you, George." "Well spoken." "I only did what had to be done." "George..." "Don't take another step." "This lady is my friend, and nobody shall hurt her." "I will kill her first." "[cacophonous music ]" "[sound stops]" "George..." "let's go home." "Don't be afraid." "I won't let them hurt you." "Oh, you brought the cars, George." "Excellent." "You'll sit with me." "But Mr. Masterson, she's not going with us." "Not going with us?" "You must, my dear." "You're in danger." "But we've got to get to the landing field." "Landing field?" "Very well, I shall take you there." "Let me talk to the Sheriff." "Doreen dear, you sit up here in front." "Miss Doreen is going to sit with me, aren't you?" "Yes." "Yes, of course." "[car starts]" "There's a dead woman lying right here on the floor." "That's right, Sheriff." "He shot her dead." "No, she's right where she fell." "Nobody touched a thing." "We... [music playing]" "Sheriff, the body just got up and walked out of here." "Here we are, my dear." "At last." "And Philip seems to ready for the take-off." "All set to go, Philips?" "Sorry sir, but one of the engine's still acting up." "Whatever it is, I can't find the butt." "It's probably nothing serious." "Can't we take off anyway?" "No sir, I can't take that chance." "You're the captain." "How much longer do you think..." "My dear young man." "I want to fly." "You... you want to..." "I've always wanted to fly." "And now I will." "Sorry, sir." "But I'm the one who decides whether we fly or not." "I command, and thou shalt obey." "Is he kidding?" "He ain't kidding, mister." "You'd better do as he says." "We fly... now." "You'll go first." "[sirens]" "Listen, the police!" "At last!" "Don't be afraid." "I won't let them harm you." "Get in, quick." "Come along, George." "Now we will all fly." "Well, she's on course." "How long do you think it will take us, Philips?" "If everything goes all right, about an hour and a half." "It's wonderful up here so close to heaven." "Wait a minute, there's something wrong with this gyrocompass." "Somebody's fooled with the setting." "We've been flying 100 degrees off course." "I knew it." "The left engine's acting up already." "Is it bad, Jan?" "Do we have to go down again?" "How should I know?" "Just stay calm, please." "Nothing seriously wrong so far." "It's getting worse... much worse' I'll have to go down, and fast." "I can't see a place to land." "It don't look too good, Miss." "We keep on flying." "I like it." "This is my order." "Fasten your safety belts." "This can't last much longer." "And please, remain calm." "Can't you find the landing spoke, Philips?" "Not yet, but I am trying for that Mesa dead ahead." "You think we'll make it?" "I don't know, sir." "Keep your fingers crossed." "Miss Culbertson, no smoking!" "OK, captain." "But may I ask where we are?" "Somewhere over Mexico at an altitude of 1,500, and with a dying engine." "The other one's OK." "It doesn't do us any good, not in this ship." "Birds fly without motors, and so will we." "Mister, I don't know who you or what you are, but this bird won't fly." "When a bird is sick, he has to land." "And our bird is sick... very sick." "The sick I shall heal." "The good I shall protect." "We've got a chance." "I'm going down." "Well hold tight!" "It's going to be rough." "Hold on, everybody!" "It looks too short." "I'll have to break the run." "Is everything all right?" "Yes." "Yes, I'm all right." "Good." "Stick close, I want to talk to you." "Right." "I never thought we'd make it, Philips." "But we did, sir." "Good girl, Miss Culbertson." "Oh, thank you, captain." "I like it here." "Our voices sound strange up here." "Do you hear that?" "It must be the echo of our voices, my dear, thrown back at us from the forest." "Two days ago he got away from us." "I been hunting him ever since." "I caught up with him in that border dive just before he killed that dancer." "I tried, but I couldn't stop him." "Why did he kill her?" "How did he get that gun?" "Nobody knows why he kills." "He just wants to, and he does." "How he got that gun?" "Probably bought it." "He has lots of money all the time." "Doesn't mean a thing to him." "Can't we get that gun away from him?" "I'll try, captain." "You can bet on that." "But for the sake of all of us, don't try to rush or force him." "Leave it to me." "All right." "May I smoke now, captain?" "No, not yet." "I have to look at a gas tanks first." "Now, Miss Culbertson, you may smoke." "Thank you, captain." "Any idea where we are, Philips?" "I think so, sir." "We're in Mexico about 120 miles below the border on top of a mesa rising 600 feet above the desert." "600 feet!" "That's right... stuck up in the air like a..." "Like an island in the sky." "I suppose we can't walk down from here." "Not unless you're a human fly." "DOREEN:" "I'm sorry, captain." "Haven't been with the circus for years." "It's wonderful!" "So close to heaven." "I'd better get that flare and the flash light." "We'll need some light." "Something moves in there." "I don't like it here a bit." "Well, if they had a nightmare, this is it." "Who could be out there?" "I don't know, Culbertson." "Well it could be a very natural cause..." "An old dead branch breaking off, or a falling tree." "I wouldn't worry too much." "Well here comes Wu." "Now we will have a fire." "Did you hear that noise out there, Wu?" "Yes, master." "You heard?" "Did you see anything?" "The curtain of darkness veils the sharpest eyes." "Wu saw nothing." "Well let's get that fire going." "I'll be back in a minute." "Well, that's better!" "We have a fire, flare and..." "A drink... oh, I certainly can use it." "That's what occurred to me when I saw the bottle." "But first, let's get this into the air." "[loud whistle]" "Our only flare, and it worked." "How do we know it was seen?" "Well we don't, sir." "All we can do is hope." "Sorry, Miss Culbertson... no glass." "Oh that's all right, Wu." "It's a relief to be informal once in a while." "I think I'll eat something." "I feel hungry." "Shut up, you fool!" "You are the fool, Jan!" "Remember his gun?" "A hungry animal knows no fear." "No, thank you... not brandy just before dinner." "Sorry, sir, to disillusion you." "But there's no food on this ship, not even a K-ration." "Thank you, sir." "That helped." "I'm going to look around." "What for?" "You can't see anything." "We need this flash lighter." "I have this." "Does that give out enough light?" "Sure, I use it at the sanitarium all the time." "It's passed my dinnertime, dear." "Aren't you hungry?" "But Mr. Masterson, we have no food with us." "George will bring it." "He always does." "If our fire wasn't seen by anyone, how will be get off this mesa?" "To be honest, sir, I don't know." "We can't do anything decisive until daylight." "[music playing]" "Thank you, captain." "You're so attentive." "But even I can do some things for myself." "So I noticed." "And, uh, no offense meant." "You scare easily, don't you, captain?" "[scream]" "It's George!" "He needs help." "I'll go see what happened." "Wu's right." "He does need help." "I'm going with you, Grant." "Anything's better than to have to sit here and wait." "May I suggest that we wait here until Philips find out what happened." "You'll be safer here." "Are you concerned about my safety?" "George is out there and in trouble." "I'll go." "Anyone who wants to come along can do so now." "I'd like a stroll before dinner." "Since you insist, we all go." "You come too." "Yes, master." "I'll have to put some more wood on the fire." "Let's stay close together." "The, uh, best way is to hold each other's hand and form a line." "If you don't mind..." "I believe it's better, Mr. van Croft, if you hold onto Mr. Masterson's coat." "And Wu, you bring up the rear." "DOREEN:" "Can you see anything?" "I can't." "[rustling]" "Is that you, George?" "The is the end of the trail." "Can you see anything down there?" "Only a black, gaping hole." "Light won't reach bottom." "Well you wait here." "I'll try this alone." "It looks too narrow." "One wrong step, and we may all go over." "Is it George?" "Yeah." "Who could have shot him?" "Nobody shot him." "Look." "Those aren't bullet wounds?" "How horrible!" "What could have killed him?" "I don't know." "I hope we won't have to find out." "George is beyond help." "We should all go back and tend the fire for the living." "Poor George." "Well there's not a thing we can do for him." "Now stand close to the underbrush." "I'll have to get by." "I can't see a thing." "That noise is not falling branches." "Something's moving in there!" "Help, it's got me!" "Something got me!" "Where?" "Here on my arm... my left arm." "That's a nasty scratch, all right, but nothing serious." "I'll dress it as soon as we get back to the plane." "I'd suggest we all stay away from these thorns." "Oh look, this skirt's ruined." "And so is this heel." "But you weren't hurt, Miss Culbertson." "No, not a bit." "Thank you." "May we go on now, Philips?" "Uh, yes sir." "Let's go." "Where's that bottle of yours, captain?" "I sure could use another drink." "I think we all could stand a little drink after this experience." "How about you?" "There must be something we can do to get help." "We've done the only thing we can do... that's send up a flare." "If help doesn't come by morning, we'll make a signal fire." "But meanwhile, I'd suggest we get some sleep." "We got a long night ahead of us." "Do you expect any of us to sleep after..." "After what happened tonight?" "Well, I... maybe not sleep, but at least you'll get some rest." "But we are all in danger." "Whatever killed George may attack us." "Take it easy, sir." "I'll stand guard and keep the fire going... my eyes open." "Well, we all could use a little rest." "But remember now, we are putting our lives in your hands." "I realize that, sir." "Doreen, dear, why don't you try to make yourself a little comfortable?" "Try to get some rest." "I'll try." "The doctor said it was a good night to melt away with the morning sun." "Mr. Masterson, don't you think you better get some sleep?" "Is it bedtime?" "Yeah." "Yeah, it's bedtime." "I'll awake you when morning comes." "[rustling]" "Very good, my dear... very good." "Soon their nerves will break." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." "I wasn't asleep." "Are you nervous?" "No." "I was just thinking." "Philips, why do you ignore me?" "That what you were thinking about?" "Yes." "And I resent it." "You're not used to it, huh?" "Do you really dislike me that much?" "I don't dislike you, Miss Culbertson." "But you don't approve of me, is that it?" "You think I'm marrying him for his money." "Well, aren't you?" "I'm very fond of him." "But you don't love him." "Well I'm not exactly mad about him, if that's what you mean." "But I am fond of him." "And he can give you nice things." "Well, yes." "Why not?" "He can give me security, for one thing." "And that's important." "Don't you think?" "Why should you care what I think?" "I don't exactly." "It's just that I'd like you to understand me." "What is it?" "I thought I heard something." "No, I guess it wasn't anything." "Now, uh, what were you saying?" "I was saying that I'd like you to understand me." "I think I do understand you." "Oh, no you don't." "You can't." "Oh yes I can." "I've had my hard knocks, too." "I've had to work ever since I was a kid." "Some of it wasn't very much fun." "Well, I guess it boils down to what you want out of life." "What is it for you, Grant?" "Well, I want a girl who's sincere, real... someone who..." "Who'd stick by me when the chips are down... one who wants me only for what I am, and not for what I have." "It's a big order, huh?" "Wait a minute!" "This was to be your wedding night, remember?" "Yes." "Yes, of course." "That was a foolish thing to do." "Grant look!" "Take it easy, Mrs. Culverson." "Your imagination is getting the best of you." "This was no imagination." "It was there, I saw it!" "What did you see, dear?" "Well, I couldn't sleep." "Philips and I were sitting here talking, and there was a noise." "I looked up, and I..." "I saw some women and a little man." "He seemed unreal." "No offense intended, Miss Culbertson, but I know what strange tricks our minds can play on us." "Yes I know, Philips." "But I'm sure I saw it." "Where's your comb, my dear?" "Comb?" "Oh, I guess I lost it out there somewhere." "But I gave it to you." "We must find it." "That comb is a valuable heirloom of my family." "What do you mean by we?" "If you think I'm going out there once more, you're crazy." "I didn't intend you to go." "Wu will go and look for it." "May I have the light?" "Oh, don't be a fool!" "He who serves well will also serve in danger." "Wu?" "The wanderer in the valley of darkness shall have my guidance and protection." "OK, Wu." "If you feel that way about, I won't stop you." "But don't hesitate to use that gun." "I hope you know how." "There is a day to be born and a day to die." "I want you to realize that if Wu doesn't come back you will be responsible." "I'll never touch that comb again even if he finds it." "I still have my heirloom." "You make me sick!" "And you are a coward, sir." "What?" "Why you..." "You're very brave, aren't you, since Masterson no longer has a gun?" "Let go of me if you don't want to lose your job." "I haven't had the opportunity to tell you yet, but I quit when Wu went out there on your orders." "Have you brought Masterson?" "Yes, he's here." "Good, we've found him at last." "What about the others?" "Well I have something in mind for the girl and the pilot." "The other I'm going to dispose of." "What's the matter, Wu?" "There's your priceless heirloom." "Wu is dead?" "Yeah." "You murdered him!" "They're coming for us!" "They're coming!" "Throw more wood on that fire, quick!" "Just keep it moving, Doreen." "Well, remember, we haven't seen them yet." "Aren't you afraid, Grant?" "I'm scared stiff." "If you're frightened, what do you call him?" "I can't stand it." "I'm getting out of here." "GRANT:" "Don't be a fool!" "The only thing keeping them back is our fire!" "Oh, no!" "[scream]" "Grant, look!" "[scream]" "He'll recover consciousness in a moment or so... be perfectly sane again." "Unfortunately, he left us in such a state before." "I understand that he was committed to an asylum, and attempted to kill Tarantella." "Grant, look!" "It's the dancer from the cafe." "I saw him kill her." "Amazing, the durability of my creations." "Dr. Aranya!" "Aranya... that's Spanish for spider." "We meet again, doctor." "Again?" "Did I leave here?" "Yes, I seem to remember vaguely that..." "Yes, you escaped us before, doctor." "And well, you led us a merry chase recovering you." "Why... why not just kill me?" "Why bring me back?" "Unfortunately, I still need your help." "If I give you one more chance to change your mind." "No, never!" "Nothing you can do will ever make me a party to this." "Tarantella..." "No, you're not going to torture him anymore!" "Stop it!" "Don't, you fool!" "Fool?" "I don't think so." "In just a few moments, this will explode and destroy you, and me, and all of your terrible creations." "Doctor, you're a man of science!" "You wouldn't destroy the greatest achievement of science." "Scientist, yes... but I'm a human being, too." "And that's where we differ." "You two have got a chance." "Through that door and down the corridor on the right... hurry!" "Who is he?" "What is this place?" "He's a brilliant madman." "Hurry, there are only seconds left!" " What about you?" " Don't argue... go!" "No, don't!" "Take it, Aranya." "Your creations can grow a new arm or a leg, but nothing can survive fire." "[explosion]" "I don't know how long we stumbled and staggered across that desert before they found us." "Well, that's about the story." "Believe it or not." "Grant!" "How do you feel, honey?" "All right, I guess." "I've just been telling them our story." "They... they don't buy it." "I think he did." "Es verdad." "That's the truth." "Now don't worry about it." "You're going to be all right in a couple of days." "Just a little too much sun on the bare head." "Anybody thinks I'm going to load one of my trucks with oil and send it up on top of a mountain to burn a bunch of imaginary spiders..." "NARRATOR:" "Yes, you're right, Dan." "Common sense tells you there isn't anything to his story, doesn't it?" "Giant spiders on a desert mesa... fantastic!" "Pepe is just a superstitious native." "True, no one has ever been on Zapa Mesa." "But it's just like any other bit of table land..." "Not a thing different about it." "Or, uh, is there?"