"Subtitles:" "Verbatim Yucatan, 23.976 fps." "For every action..." "There is an equal, and opposite, reaction." "North Pole" "EL MONSTRUO ALADO" "Radar, designed to defend us against attack." "Radar stations on Mountain tops..." "In deserts, deep in untracked forests." "In a thousand, secret and isolated places." "Over both oceans there are radar equipped picket planes." "In both oceans, manmade radar islands to guard our flanks." "There are the inshore pickets, and several hundred miles beyond them are the off shore pickets." "Another radar fence stretches across the long unfortified border between the United States and Canada." "A pine tree radar fence." "And beyond that..." "Still another network of electronic eyes." "The Mid Canada Radar Fence." "Even farther north, in the very shadow of the North pole this fence... the Distant Early Warning System known as the DEW line." "Ready to transmit the first warning signal of a sneak attack across the polar region." "To build the DEW line an armada of ships was assembled  in the largest, and most secretly planned operation since the Normandy Invasion." "Grinding through treacherous polar ice fields in a desperate gamble against time and weather" "To land a mountain of supplies, machines, tractors, and men upon the ice." "First things first, level landing strips for heavy cargo planes," "then shelters for the men, for the planes, and for operations." "... and while some hands are busying laying long pipelines to transport fuel, others build tanks to store it." "The work continues, day and night, around the clock, 7 days a week." "At long last, the ships are gone, the summer is gone, but the job is finished." "Red Eagle One, centennial of the Arctic, nerve center of the DEW line, is operational." "Colonel Parkman arriving, dispatch jeep." "Colonel Parkman?" "Glad to have you with us." "Across the roof of the continent  still farther north, an outpost of the DEW line." "Hey Mike, Hey Mike, get a look at this." "I don't see anything." "Hey wait a minute..." "Listen!" "It's almost on top of us!" "This is Kane, picket 7327 calling Red Eagle One  come in Red Eagle One." "This is Kane, picket 7327 calling Red Eagle One..." "Come in Red Eagle One." "Hello 7327 this is Red Eagle One, I read you, over." "Put the old man on the horn would you Pete?" "... right, roger." "I've got Lieutenant Kane Sir." "Colonel Parkman, Walter?" "What's up!" "We're over Weather 4 sir," "The building has been damaged." "Looks like the roof's caved in." "If there's anyone inside they could be hurt, or worse." "I tried to contact them, but there was no answer, over." "We'll get right on it!" "Over and out." "When did Weather 4 report in last?" "At uh, zero eight hundred, sir, right on the button." "See if you can contact them again." "alright." "Red Eagle One calling Weather 4, Red Eagle One calling Weather 4, come in Weather 4." "No answer, sir." "Keep trying." "Red Eagle One calling Weather 4, Red Eagle One calling Weather 4, come in Weather 4." "Operations, Colonel Parkman here, get my plane ready... (Red Eagle One Calling Weather 4...) ... oh and uh, alert Lt. Pizar." "Red Eagle One calling Weather 4, Red Eagle One calling Weather 4, come in Weather 4." "Two men don't just vanish!" "These did." "I don't get it." "Everything was under control when they checked in at zero eight hundred." "Nothing unusual has been reported since then." "No storms..." "It wasn't a gale that wrecked this shack." "The sides are caved out as though something crashed into the roof." "Well, if it was a plane that hit it..." "Maybe, there's a very ordinary explanation for what happened." "Maybe the men are on the way back to base right now." "On foot?" "They would leave footprints in the snow." "Do you see any?" "Take a look here!" "What do you got?" "I don't know!" "A plane?" "No plane never made that short a run." "A helicopter?" "No, a helicopter couldn't make a burrow like this." "If there is an ordinary explanation of what happened, then..." "I wouldn't take any bets." "So, the only recent contact you had with the weather shack was when the helicopter dropped   supplies there five days ago?" "Yes sir." "You checked Weather 1?" "Yes sir." "Weather 4 made contact with them at zero eight one three." "Everything was Jake!" "I'm picking up something Colonel, but it doesn't make sense." "I never saw a blip like that before." "It's there, then it's gone!" "Hey, there it is again." "What do you make of it." "I'm not taking any chances." "Sound the red alert!" "Vector 360 climb to Angels 3, bogey 90 miles." "Red leader to Control." "Nothing here." "Give us a new Vector." "Bogey has disappeared, Return to home plate." "Jerry!" "Sugar Fly to Red Eagle One..." "Come in Red Eagle One." "Sugar Fly to Red Eagle One." "Come in Red Eagle One." "Hello Sugar Fly, this is Red Eagle One, go ahead." "Red Eagle One, we're over the wreckage of the C47." "They found it Colonel!" "Get his position." "Yes sir." "Alert Lieutenant Pizar." "Yes sir." "Colonel!" "Looks just like the weather shack." "Yeah." "Where are they?" "Where are the bodies?" "Easy." "Look out!" "What in the world is..." "What is it?" "I don't know." "Looks like it had been broken off of something." "That point's as sharp as a needle." "I give up." "You got me." "Well where do we go from here?" "We'll have to let CONAD worry about that." "This is CONAD." "The Continental Air Defense Command, at Colorado Springs." "The focal point of the super sonic shield that guards the North American Continent." "A shield that could mean the difference between life and death  for millions of Americans." "These are Hot phones!" "Using them it takes only 15 seconds, to talk to Alaska, 10 seconds to alert Newfoundland," "5 seconds to contact you!" "3 seconds to reach the Pentagon Command Post." "General Ford Speaking..." "Yes." "I see." "Good, I'll take a plane right out." "The Arctic command has delivered the package." "Good afternoon gentlemen." "I'm General Ford." "Oh No, no, Please, sit down." "Gentlemen..." "I realize that the Air Force hasn't given you much time in which to make your tests.." "... and a definitive job may have been out of the question in the short time you've had, but the Department of Defense hopes that  during these two days of concentrated efforts, you've come to some conclusion  about this." "Professor Gunther I believe you are in charge." "All of us are agreed to accept one thing  this appendage comes from some living creature." "... but as to what creature, it was once a part of, we  we are completely in the dark." "Our mathamist, Dr. Arnold Burton, has been unable to identify this object." "Professor Harvy Pierce is certain from his exploration  that the "hook", cannot belong to the neurological system." "Well you seem to know more about what it isn't than what it is." "That is correct, sir." "Gentlemen let's be logical." "Now you tell me that this, "hook"  comes from something that's alive." "alright." "But it wasn't a part of the cargo  and it wasn't in the plane when it took off, so it must have come aboard, after the crash." "Right?" "That sounds logical..." "Now what was it that came aboard?" "It shouldn't be so difficult." "You know the animal life of the Arctic." "We have asked ourselves that, General." "You're not suggesting that it comes from some creature  at present, unknown?" "It's a possibility we suggest you investigate, sir." "How?" "We recommend that you ask Dr. Nedrick Jackson of  the museum of Natural History here in Washington, to look into this." "He's their chief Paleontologist and the countries leading authority on the Ali gasi and Carnivori" "You've lost me professor." "He deals with life of past geological periods... as shown by the fossil remains of, plants and animals." "He has been able to re-construct prehistoric creatures with, no more to start with then  a hand full of bones." ""Departamento de Paleontología" Dr. Jackson." "Curator." "Hi Marge." "Hi." "What have you got there?" "A kid in my junior science group made it." "Even added an extra vertebrae as though it doesn't have enough already." "Here, want to count them?" "Listen, if I'm ever to get next months issue of the magazine out  we better start working." "I've got a feature." "Life parades through the ages." "Showing the progression of prehistoric creatures  from the jelly fish, to the dinosaur, to primitive man." "Sounds alright." "... and I'm going to include the pictures we took on your last field trip." "That's even better." "Oh, excuse me." "Jackson talking." "The Pentagon?" "Sure I'll wait." "What do you know maybe they want to call me back in the service." "This is Dr. Jackson." "General Ford?" "Yes." "Yes." "I see General." "Of course sir I'll be right over." "Everything alright?" "... course." "It isn't every day the Pentagon calls you." "You're very nosy." "Okay be mysterious." "Well if I tell you, you'll keep it a secret?" "Hope to die!" "They found an old bone up at the North Pole." "The Pentagon wants to know, to whom it belongs." "It doesn't look like bone." "More like gristle or cartilage." "A structure as large as this would have to serve a very specialized purpose in order to be cartelized." "Have you any idea what it comes from?" "No, not the faintest." "If it were bone we could start from that." "What it does tell me however, is that it can't be from an animal." "Because every known species of animal has a bony skeleton." "As a matter of fact the reptile structure is bony  and gentlemen, even birds have bony skeletons." "Looks like we're getting nowhere fast." "On the contrary we're making considerable progress." "At least we know what it can't be, which is bound to lead us to what it is." "Well then is there anything that doesn't have a bony skeleton?" "Lots of things: worms, snails, insects, shell fish." "Some invertebrates where there skeletons on the outside, well it an outer shell called an exoskeleton which is hard and rigid enough to protect the internal organs." "Insects have thin flexible places within their heads and bodies which  allows them freedom of movement." "Then they have folds where the muscles are attached." "It's a possibility." "An Insect?" "That's where the process of elimination seems to lead us." "Of course if it is an insect it certainly doesn't tell us what kind it is." "Well find that out partly from what we know, but  mostly from what deduce." "Doc you're beginning to sound like Sherlock Holmes." "Sort of." "Professor Gunther, the fluid from the end of the hook..." "You had it analyzed?" "Well we, did what we could in the time we had." "Of course you didn't know exactly what you were looking for." "Precisely." "Well I'm not too much of an entomologist, but I do seem to remember..." "With very few exceptions the blood of insects  contains no red corpuscles." "Now that we suspect this hook may have come from an insect..." "Would you test the fluid for me and let me know what you get?" "Be glad to." "Thanks." "Well General, that's about it." "Professor Gunther will make his test and..." "We'll see what we can dream up." "Do you think we'll get somewhere?" "We'll do our best." ""POLAR TRAGEDY REVEALED" "Air Force Discloses Mystery Accident and Disappearance" "So that's what they wanted to see you about." "Don't you play games with me Ned Jackson." "I'm sorry." "There's an old saying that you can't keep anything from the press  and even if I'm only running a museum mag, ... I haven't lost my nose for news." "That is what it's about." "Maybe..." "I know it is!" "Maybe not!" "Well it's a plain at the nose on your face!" "Look." "The Pentagon has never consulted you before." "The papers say they have a mystery on their hands." "One and one still make two, so it follows that they must need information in your field." "Oh Ned, give me a break." "You don't know what it would mean if I could run a story about something that took place in this century!" "Well I..." "They didn't say it was restricted." "You see?" "alright it's, it's like the paper says." "There have been crashes and disappearances." "But the real story is, what they found at the last crash." "It's, well it's about 5 feet long." "It's modeled green in color." "Probably broken off the body some place." "What are you talking about." "It's part of something alive." "Something that must incredibly, unbelievably huge." "I think it's from an insect." "An Insect?" "Here." "Doesn't look very fearsome reduced in size like that does it?" "No, no it doesn't." "It looks like the spur on the leg of a grasshopper or a cricket." "Grasshoppers and crickets aren't meat eaters  and at least 5 men have disappeared." "If that is part of an insect..." "It's from the biggest creature that ever lived." "Are you sure you are feeling alright?" "there were long skid marks in the snow  as... as though the thing flew in for a landing." "Jackson talking." "Oh hello Professor Gunther." "You have." "I see sir, thank you." "Well they just finished the blood tests." "There were no red corpuscles." "It's from an Insect." "... and the ant inside this amber is at least 90 million years old." "Now we've been able to learn from pieces of amber like this..." "That certain ancient insect forms have continued without variation until today." "That others have changed to meet changing conditions  and certain species have vanished completely." "I just can't believe that an insect as large as you suggest ever existed." "Look behind you on the wall professor." "That prehistoric dragonfly measures 2 feet from wing tip to wing tip." "... and like the modern dragonfly, it too was a flesh eater." "alright, it's big, but it's only 2 feet." "Is that the best you can do?" "I never suggested I was looking for a dragonfly." "So what are you looking for?" "To be honest with you I'm, not exactly sure." "You're a pathologist Professor Gunther." "The field of pathology is limited." "But the paleontologist field is narrow to what we understand." "On the contrary we stretch our understanding to, try and take in the universe." "alright, suppose, just for the sake of argument  that we admit such an insect once existed." "How could it be alive today?" "Exactly!" "Even the recently discovered prehistoric Siberian mammals were dead." "The natives ate the flesh, used the skin for clothing, made tools from the ivory tusks." "But the mammoths were dead." "Are you sure they were dead?" "Why?" "Everyone knows they were." "Everyone says they were." "Suppose the Siberians hadn't been in such a hurry to slice them up for steaks." "Suppose they were still alive when found in the ice." "Does your learned young friend always go on like this?" "alright professor," "You know as well as I do that if a living organism is frozen quickly enough  it's theoretically possible to stop the living protoplasm from changing their geometrical pattern." "Which always happens when death occurs." "Theoretically yes." "Is it unreasonable then to ask yourself..." "Whether the mammoths might have remained alive all those years, ... and it was the Siberians who killed them before they had a chance to thaw out and breathe again!" "You... you believe this?" "Well I don't disbelieve it!" "And I'll go along with it until someone comes up with a better theory." "Look, five men have vanished." "To die is one thing." "To disappear without a trace suggests... complete destruction!" "A flesh eating creature!" "But there are scores of insects that live on other insects." "Where do you start?" "By thinking of the hook  as though it were infinitely smaller." "As though it were part of an insect no larger than those we know today." "Like oh, the grasshopper, the beetle, or the cricket, then ask yourself..." "What flesh eating insect of normal size, has such a hook?" "Ned, you're making a lot of assumptions." "Every paleontologist does." "Look, you start with a jaw bone, a couple of teeth, you figure whether they come from a flesh or a grass eater and you go from there!" "A normal insect, that is a flesh eater." "I've narrowed the field to one!" "The diet consist mostly of small insects such as leafhoppers, grasshoppers, caterpillars and others." "A substantial part of the diet may also include small frogs and lizards." "The female is larger than the male and invariably destroys her mate when he's fulfilled his function in life." "Now the hook they found on the plane  may very well be a spur from one of its forelegs." "If this is it, as large as a monstrous creature we looking for  I doubt whether anything that ever lived could be as deadly." "It's strong beyond anything it's size suggests." "It walks, leaps, and flies." "It's appetite is insatiable." "You mean, this cute little bug?" "Yeah, that cute little bug." "In all the kingdom of the living  there is no more deadly or voracious creature." "... than the Preying Mantis." "GREENLAND ESKIMOS TERRORIZED" "Anything new on the disaster, General?" "Nothing else gentlemen." "Hey, uh, you're Dr. Jackson of the Museum of Natural History, aren't you?" "That's right." "Well what have you been called in for?" "Dr. Jackson is an old friend of mine." "That's not answering his question, General." "You're a Paleontologist isn't this out of your line?" "Have you any theories Dr. Jackson?" "Gentlemen, if you were in my position and  what you had was a theory, not facts, just a theory," "I'm sure you'd withhold it to avoid any speculation that might prove disastrous." "I'm sure you realize this  and that you'll co-operate with us to avoid panic, or hysteria." "I know I can count on all of you." "Well, Good luck to you Ned." "Thanks, I'll do my best." "Hi!" "Almost ready?" "If can close this." "I'm told the Air Force doesn't like to be kept waiting." "Oh I'm coming." "Here, make yourself useful." "Nice of you to see me off." "I think so." "You know, the Arctic is about the only place where I haven't worked in." "Are those mine too?" "No Doctor, they're mine." "Oh..." "Yours?" "Well you couldn't go alone without your photographer, could you?" "My what?" "Well I phoned General Ford's office and requested permission for you to take your photographer along." "I guess he forgot to tell you." "Boy this is really going to be a story." "You'll do almost anything for a story wouldn't you?" "Almost." "Well come on!" "Colonel." "Colonel, sir." "Uh, Dr. Jackson is here from ah, Washington." "He's got a..." "I mean there's a, there's a..." "We..." "Well speak up!" "He's with a woman." "A female woman." "I thought they'd stopped making them." "Then show them in." "Yes sir." "I'm Ned Jackson Colonel, I'm sure that Washington..." "Excuse me, this is Miss Marjorie Blain;" "Colonel Joe Parkman." "El General Ford sent me up." "I'm magazine editor for the Museum of Natural History." "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "Uh, that will be all men." "It looks like you don't have too many women up here Colonel." "Ah we have a little joke up here..." "The boys say there's a girl behind every tree." "Only try and find a tree." "Well when do we see what we came for." "I'll have a plane any time you're ready." "I'm ready." "Fine." "These are the skid marks." "At least what's left of them." "We found the same marks at the weather shack, and the Eskimo village." "Here Colonel." "Got it?" "Eight and a half feet." "Let's get back to the plane." "At ease." "Gentlemen, this is Marjorie Blaine." "I thought you wouldn't mind too much if she had a look around your recreation room." "Aw she's like a butterfly." "Light and crosses absolutely boss." "Yes Corporal?" "Well, ah, with your permission sir..." "Would it be alright if..." "would it be alright if  I asked Miss Blaine to dance, sir?" "Corporal that decision is entirely up to Miss Blaine." "Yes sir." "Miss Blaine would you care to..." "Well, what I mean is... while I'm not  yes Corporal I'd love to." "Oh hi." "Hi." "Hi Ned." "Thought you were going to join us." "Ah I've been busy." "You two run along, have fun." "What are you up to?" "I'm trying to find out how big this thing is." "You know, people used to think that carnivorous plants were the funk." "Actually there are about 450 species of them." "Some are almost 6 feet tall." "I'm convinced that we're dealing with a Mantis and  whose geological world the smallest insects were as large as man." "And, the failing to find those insects for its food, it's..." "Well it's, doing the best it can." "If there is such a thing why hasn't anybody seen it?" "Well those who have are dead!" "Ah, who can be sure?" "It may have been locked in a prison of ice millions of years ago." "Well what could have released it after all that time?" "Oh, any sort of unusual vibration," "You know how, mountain climbers are afraid of thunder?" "Well, it's because the sound of the vibration may start an avalanche." "Hit the alert button!" "Yes sir!" "Operations!" "Colonel Parkman speaking..." "Condition Red!" "Scramble all aircraft immediately!" "Condition Red!" "Coffee Colonel?" "Nine hours and not a whisper." "Which is alright with me." "Red Eagle One, this is Otter 4" "Hello Otter 4, this is Red Eagle One, go ahead." "We have nothing here." "Request permission to return to base." "Over." "Request denied, continue search procedure." "Over and out." "The only thing to do is to keep the patrols out straight around the clock until we're sure." "And remember I want a report on anything from Mid Canada, or Pine tree." "Anything." "You understand?" "Yes sir." "Got the Mid Canada Radar Fence on the line sir." "This is Colonel Parkman." "Oh Colonel, Blue Captain Hawkins, here." "This is just a stab in the dark but you chaps asked us to report anything unusual and... yes..." "As I said, it may not mean a thing, but we caught an unidentified object in our scope." "Could have been a storm or a weather balloon." "It was a faint signal that came a West." "But it might be that oversized bug of yours?" "What time was it?" "Early." "Zero four hundred I suspect." "Thanks Hawkins." "Thanks very much." "Zero four hundred, that's almost six hours after he left here." "Now it's 1500 miles to the Mid Canada line." "Oh that's no good he'd have to be doing better than 200 miles an hour." "Why not Joe?" "We're dealing with an insect." "The deer fly does 600 an hour!" "Well that's almost as fast as a jet!" "The Mid Canada line is 1500 miles South of here, right?" "Right." "And, where was that Weather shack 4?" "Right there, straight on the eightieth meridian." "And the, and the C47 crash was here." "That's right, due South of the Weather shack." "What are you getting at Ned?" "And the Eskimo village?" "Right there, between us and the C47." "Hey wait a minute." "He's been going straight South!" "And he'll keep going South till he reaches the tropics  where he'll find the same kind of climate and jungle vegetation from which he came originally." "Now let's see he'll probably pass over  Labrador, Nova Scotia, then he'll hit the Gulf Stream." "And I'm sure the warm air above the Gulf Stream will attract him and he'll follow it all the way down to South America." "I've got CONAD on the hot line Colonel." "They say it's important." "Thanks." "This is Colonel Parkman." "Are you sure?" "Thanks." "Pine Tree got it too." "It went through Newfoundland." "Well it looks like we're on our way to Washington." "Come on Marge." "Grab your toothbrush." ""MANTIS REPORTED AT BANGOR" "AIR FORCE ALERTED!"" ""CURFEW ORDERED IN NEW ORLEANS!" "Fear of Mantis Mounting"" ""CONGRESSMAN CALLS MANTIS HOAX" "DEMANDS INVESTIGATION"" "All over the United States this morning..." "Some 400,000 members, of the civilian ground observer corp  are gathered to learn more about this fantastic creature." "This program is being presented by the Continental Air Defense Command." "Our first speaker is Major General Mark Ford." " General Ford." "Thank you." "I want to say at the outset..." "That contrary to rumor, and certain newspaper headlines, the so called deadly Mantis is no imaginary scare." "It's a very real and, present danger." "With me this morning is Colonel Parkman." "Commanding officer of an advanced radar interceptor base deep in the Arctic Circle." "Colonel Parkman." "Thank you sir." "Ladies and Gentlemen..." "I saw this creature attack our base." "I visited the weather shack, and I also inspected the wreckage of the aircraft that this thing destroyed." "Now we have every reason to believe that the Mantis is flying South..." "Along the Gulf Stream." "And we believe that it will be one you devoted men and women  of the Civilian Ground Observer Corp  who will spot it next time it appears." "I have with me today Dr. Nedrick Jackson..." "Curator of the department of Paleontology at the Museum of Natural History." "Dr. Jackson has something important to show you." "Doctor." "Gentlemen." "Thank you." "This object, is a spur broken off the fore leg of the Mantis when it destroyed the C47." "Now the spur of a normal size Mantis is so small it's difficult to measure." "This spur, as you can see, is nearly 5 feet long  which will give you some idea as to the creature's size." "Thank you, doctor." "Now you ground observers are well trained in the identification of aircraft." "Here, to scale, is the deadly Mantis, and here, is the C47, which it destroyed." "One other thing." "You spotters should listen for a loud droning sound, much like that of a squadron of heavy bombers flying in formation." "Now the Coast Guard and the Navy have been alerted and are standing by..." "On the Eastern seaboard." "If the Mantis is sited the procedure will be the same as though an enemy aircraft had been spotted." "Take no chances." "Report any unusual flying objects." "Thank you." "Target is down!" "Target is down!" "Cannot confirm kill, due to low overcast." "Returning to Carrier." "Out." "Well, here comes another one." "Granary fire in Minneapolis." "Minneapolis not a stir." "There's some power lines down near Richmond." "Richmond Virginia?" "Yeah." "There's some birds flying in Fresno." "Fresno, Fresno..." "Oh, I'm so tired." "Where is Fresno?" "California?" "Fresno, California." "Hi." "Hi Marge." "Hello." "Ned." "Hey, what are you up to?" "Well, it's kind of a private deal." "We call it operation Marge because she dreamed it up." "Oh?" "We're charting every unusual occurrence in the country." "Some may have been caused by the Mantis." "This might give us a clue." "Any luck?" "Well they're too scattered to mean anything yet." "You kids know what time it is." "It's after midnight." "Now you're dismissed, both of you...." "But General I have the..." "No "buts" about it." "You heard what the General said." "Your going straight home young lady." "And I'm the guy whose taking you." "Night Ned." "Goodnight Marge." "Weinterruptthisprogram to bring you a news flash" "Atrainwreckhas beenreportednorth  of Laurel, Maryland, on U.S. highway one." "TheEngineand5cars were overturned in what appears to have been a freak accident." "Wewillbringyou furtherdetails as they come in." "It's only a few miles from here." "We'll have a look." "Sorry Colonel, been a train wreck." "You'll have to back to Warrington road." "Take the detour to your left, to Laurel." "Pretty bad?" "Could have been a lot worse." "How'd it happen?" "Probably couldn't see the warning in the fog." "Can't tell for sure." "The Engineer is still unconscious." "Joe do you think it might..." "No." "It's just an accident." "Come on." "Let's go." "Gracias." "The light just turned green." "It's too dangerous to drive in fog like this." "Remember what happened to that train back there." "M-m-m, this is more dangerous." "We better get going." "Oh, you forgot your package lady!" "thank you driver." "You know, it's good to get home safely  with all these strange things going on around here." "Oh there's nothing to worry about 'mam." "You just be careful out in that fog." "thank you." "It'stheverylatestreport!" "Aninterurbanbus was demolishedat the intersection of Forbin Avenue and Arlington Road." "Thecauseof theaccident,which occurred only 5 minutes ago is still to be explained...  ...sincetherewas noothervehicle involved." "Thisaccident,in additiontothetrain  wreck which was reported a very short time before...  ...makesatotalof7accidentsin this area within the last 24 hours." "Take it easy!" "How about a couple of blankets up here." "What happened?" "Haven't got any idea Colonel." "Something must have lifted the bus and smashed it." "The front end's okay so we know it didn't run into anything." "You boys might just as well go back." "There aren't any bodies!" "Oh say, take care of this lady for me, will you please." "Attention, all military and civil defense personnel." "Attention, all police and fire department personnel." "The Mantis has been sighted over Washington!" "I repeat." "The Mantis has been sited over Washington." "Let's go." "Excuse me, pardon..." "This is a general alert!" "ANDREWS AIR FORCE BASE ANACOSTIA, D. C." "Archer this is Beagle One Seven." "Airborne with 4 chickens heading zero three five." "Over." "It's Colonel Parkman, sir." "Beagle One Seven, Archer control..." "Continue on your present heading... bogey at 12 o'clock, 100 miles." "Maintain present air speed..." "Altitude at five thousand, Over." "Bogey tracking one five zero." "I've got Baltimore, General." "Go ahead Baltimore." "Second plot three four zero, Range, one five zero." "Un identified object." "Speed: 250, Altitude: 2000." "Dropping fast." "Dixie three five bravo, Range: 150" "Speed: 250 Altitude now: 2000" "Dropping fast." "It's still moving Northeast." "You think you'll be able to drive it out to sea?" "I hope so." "Air Defense Warning Red!" "Stand by to lock on." "Baltimore, warning red." "Philadelphia, warning red." "I repeat, red." "Attention Missile field:" "warning red." "Pass to all gun sites." "Guns free, fire at any object not identified as friendly." "I repeat, pass to all gun sites..." "Guns free, fire at any object not identified as friendly." "Dixie 35 Bravo, 342 Range 110." "Victor 25 Victor, 352 range 110." "Victor 25 Victor, contact lost." "Victor 25 Victor, Contact lost." "Dixie 35 Bravo, contact lost." "What happened?" "He dropped below the radar net." "Well does that mean you've lost it?" "One of the ground observers will pick it up." "This is one nine hotel." "Bogey range..." "Flying East." "This is one nine hotel..." "Thank you." "Initial track, bravo golf, zero three three nine, at two five." "going Northeast." "Eagle one seven, Archer control." "Vector one niner zero. bogey at 12 o'clock." "steady on course, twenty miles, over." "That'll put it over Newark in a few minutes." "Archer, this is Beagle One Seven." "When steady on vector, bogey will be 12 o'clock." "Archer control, this is Beagle One Seven." "We've splashed Mantis." "Give me pigeons to home plate." "Hey Clark!" "They said on television that the flyer who shot him down  is going in the tunnel after him." "Did you see it crawl into the tunnel?" "Hey bud!" "Hey, hey bud!" "Bud!" "Hey!" "Hey bud, is it still in the tunnel?" "It ain't out here Mac!" "Anybody killed?" "I only know what I read in the papers!" "Hey smart guy, I thought I told you to stay out of that road, now come on  get back there!" "" I'm going home and watch it on TV." Why go ahead home and watch it on TV." "Alright, don't push!" "" I'll push..." I see anything anyway" "Yeah, tell it to your neighbor will ya!" "That's all the smoke we need." "Shut it off!" "How much longer do you think it'll take?" "Well we got about a 90 percent saturation of smoke in the tunnel now!" "I don't think we can do any better, General." "We'll be lucky if we can hold what we've got." "Those wet tarpaulins will hold the smoke alright." "Just keep pumping!" "Everything's under control on the Jersey side sir." "what about the smoke?" "It's packed in solid the tarp's holding it fine." "Did you go inside?" "Yes sir, but we didn't get too close." "How far in do you estimate it to be?" "Oh I'd ah, I'd say, about a quarter of a mile from this end." "That puts the Mantis below the water line." "I don't think we ought to wait much longer, sir." "What do you think Ned?" "It's no question in my mind that he's mortally wounded." "If we can keep him in that tunnel he'll die!" "Is there anything between us and the Mantis on this end?" "17 cars, according to the automatic counter." "If he breaks through those tunnel walls we'll have a flood on our hands." "What do you say, General?" "Go ahead, Joe." "Good luck Joe." "Alright men." "You've all been told what to do." "Now the purpose of that smoke in there is to give us cover." "Use it!" "Now which of you men is carrying the chemical mines?" "Stay up front with me!" "And remember, those 3-R-G mines are effective only in a limited area." "So watch for my signal before you throw them." "Alright men, Take Masks!" "Let's go!" "There's your cover for next months magazine, Marge." "Well go on, take your picture." "Would you mind telling me what's so funny Colonel?" "Who me?" "Well nothing at all." "Can I help you with the Camera?" "No thanks." "Exactly where did you crash into him, Joe?" "Well, just about center of the right hand side." "If you follow me, I'll show you." "There." "I think you can see right there, sir." "It's at the uh, base of the neck." "Ned what do you call..." "Look out Marge!" "I thought you said you killed him?" "Don't blame Joe, that was an auto-reflex mechanism, it's dead alright." "Here, put me down." "I said, put me down!" "What's the matter?" "Don't you like it up here?" "I've got pictures to take!" "Well, that can wait." "This is no place for romance Joe Parkman." "What about my pictures?" "Let Ned do it." "ha, ha, ha, ha...." "Subtitles:" "Yucatán Verbatim, 23.976 fps."