(ominous music)
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- Pressure normal.
Pulse steady with slight increase.
Probably nothing more than
the anticipation factor.
(liquid gurgling)
Now, remember, we won't
let you go any deeper
than you did last night.
- I understand.
(dramatic music)
(liquid gurgling)
(device ticking)
(dramatic music)
(intense dramatic music)
(device ticking)
- [Dr. Redding] Miss Taylor?
Can you speak to us?
(dramatic music)
(device ticking)
Miss Taylor, do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
- [Ann] I can hear you.
(dramatic music)
(liquid gurgling)
I can see as before the ancient land.
(tribal music)
I see the mountains which
surround a city of stone.
Everything is of stone.
I am part of the past and of the city
in which I place myself in obedience
to the Ceremony of Devotion
and to the Offering of
Hope before the shrine.
(tribal music)
I see a Great Chieftain who
approaches in elegant splendor
and is frightening, though
his powerful form is surpassed
by a known supreme wisdom.
I am asked to never enter the pyramid,
and yet I find myself unable to comply
with my Chieftain's request.
I am compelled again and
again to go into the pyramid
as if some great secret
was to be in revelation
before my eyes.
(liquid gurgling)
(oxygen hissing)
(liquid gurgling)
- Oh, she's all right.
(liquid gurgling)
(Ann sobs)
(dramatic music)
- Good evening, this is
Douglas Bank with all the news
from across the nation.
Dr. Edmund Redding, who heads the staff
at Cowan Research Foundation in Pasadena,
has departed for Yucatan
for what he has described
as an objective firsthand search
of the Great Pyramid there.
Dr. Redding, a naturalist,
has been successful
in bringing to light some startling facts
in the puzzles of man's
early civilization.
It isn't known at this reporting
as to just what Dr.
Redding is hopeful to find
in the pyramid, which is
something of a tourist attraction
and has been searched, in
its upper levels at least,
many times previously.
Accompanying Dr. Redding in
the trip to Yucatan are members
of the staff of Cowan Research
Foundation, Dr. Redding's son
and Miss Ann Taylor of Los Angeles.
If you're wondering where
the pyramid is located,
it lies at the western tip
of the North Yucatan border.
(dramatic music)
- [Dr. Redding] You recognize it?
- Yeah.
(tribal music)
(chanting in foreign language)
(tribal music)
(chanting in foreign language)
(tribal music)
(Ann screams)
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- [Dr. Redding] Timmy, you
shouldn't have left the car.
Ah, here we are, now stay close to me.
(dramatic music)
(scratching)
(gong tolls)
(eerie music)
(mummy grunts)
(mummy screams)
- As you may recall, we earlier
in the week reported the
details as we knew them
of naturalist Edmund Redding's
departure for Yucatan
and of his quest for
certain scientific data
he believed may have been hidden there.
Dr. Redding returned
only yesterday morning
and has already touched off a
sweeping fire of controversy
in circles of anthropology
and the scientific world in general.
Our science editor, Dr.
Frederick Munson, has the story.
- From a telephone conversation
I had with a colleague
of mine, Dr. Eric Stuman, of
the Cowan Research Foundation,
I learned that the incredible discoveries
of the group will now return from Yucatan.
Dr. Redding has brought
back with him not one
but two embalmed creatures
that were discovered
in a level of the pyramid located
with the help of Ann Taylor.
The way it was explained to me,
one is an actual mummified inhabitant
of an ancient civilization preserved
by a a formula unknown to our generation;
the other is that of a modern man placed
in the pyramid only
recently after an exchange
of body fluids with the mummy
in an effort to achieve an
apparent state of death.
A meeting of paleontologists
at Commonwealth Hall
has been scheduled for this evening,
at which time Dr. Redding
is expected to elaborate
and answer questions of
researchers presently in room
from points around the country.
- Gentlemen, I was told
earlier by Dr. Redding
that the second creature must
be kept under lock and key,
and so, of course, could not
be brought along this evening.
You will better understand, I'm sure,
as I present to you now,
the man whose discoveries
can be related, I think,
best in his own words.
Gentlemen, Dr. Edmund Redding.
(audience applauding)
(people murmuring)
(gun firing)
(people murmuring)
Dr. Redding, he's dead.
(people murmuring)
(car engine whirring)
(siren blaring)
(car engine whirring)
(dramatic music)
(machines rattling)
(machine buzzing)
(machine bleeping)
(machine buzzing)
(machine buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(machine buzzing)
- No good.
We just don't have enough voltage.
(machine buzzing)
(thunder rumbling)
- [Dr. Janning] Make the call.
(thunder rumbling)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Man] This is Staz,
calling from Dr. Janning.
He has a little job you can do for him.
- Yeah?
Well, uh, listen, you'd better tell him
that my price has gone up a little, uh...
Oh, you know, the cost
of living and all that.
- [Staz] You'll be paid off
good if you do everything right.
- Okay, that sounds good.
- Uh, who's the guy and
when do you want it done?
- [Staz] No, no.
This is a little different.
He wants you to steal a mummy
from the Cowan Research Foundation
and bring it on over to the lab.
- Uh, I'm not sure I heard you right,
steal a what?
- [Staz] You read the
publicity in the papers:
a mummy.
It's in the very back building
at the Cowan Research Foundation.
Hello?
- Yeah, yeah, I got it.
I think I heard you right the first time.
- [Staz] We're having coffee
at the Star Cafe, 10th Street.
Come on over, I'll give you more details.
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
(machine buzzing)
(thunder rumbling)
(man snores)
(thunders rumbling)
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(thunders rumbling)
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(electricity buzzing)
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(thudding)
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(wolf howling)
- Ah!
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(wolf howling)
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(wolf howling)
(werewolf growling)
(dramatic music)
(werewolf growling)
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(man screams)
(werewolf grunting)
(werewolf groans)
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- Detective Hammond.
Police Department.
I'd like a word with the head of staff.
- I'm sorry, the doctors
aren't talking to anyone.
- [Hammond] Uh, just a
moment, sir, we have to talk--
- I'm sorry, they're
not talking to anyone.
- Come on, we'd better hurry.
(groaning)
(wall buzzing)
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(gong tolls)
(mummy growls)
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(mummy growling)
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(tires screeching)
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(werewolf growls)
(man screams)
(werewolf growls)
(werewolf groans)
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- I'll be glad to cooperate.
The police are most certainly entitled
to any information that will help.
I've always felt that way.
- Thank you.
- I feel it's a duty of every citizen.
- I'm glad to hear that, Dr. Munson.
I must say though that
you're a rare breed.
Having a door shutting
on one's face is more
or less a policeman's hazard.
(Dr. Munson chuckles)
- Well, I work independently here.
It has its disadvantages,
but also the advantage
of not being tied down in
anything of a political nature,
obligations to a board of directors
as is the case of Cowan Research.
Oh, I could have gone to work
for them a long time ago,
but I'd rather have it
this way, be my own boss.
- How familiar are you with
the staff over Cowan, doctor?
- Oh, but I've known
them all for 15 years,
almost intimately.
And may I add that there
has never been a instance
of foul play during that
period or any other time.
Men of science, you know,
are dedicated to their work,
that above everything.
- I've heard.
Doctor, I'd like you to
tell us everything you know
about Dr. Redding, about his work,
when did it begin and, incidentally,
anyone you might know who
would be interested in it?
- Well, in answer to that I can only say
that the work started, seriously that is,
about seven or eight years ago.
Great strides were made
in the field by Stanton,
Dubois, and many others around the world.
A great deal of evidence is
brought forth to spur many
of us into our own deep
interest in the field.
Dr. Redding was one of the few
who dropped everything else
to plunge into regression
on a full-time basis.
He, like the rest of us,
first found it difficult
to find legitimate subjects,
those who could really go deep.
- People like Ann Taylor.
- Exactly.
Which reminds me, there's
a younger sister of six,
an asthmatic.
I hope we do something for that child.
- What is it that makes the
difference in the individual?
Why Ann Taylor?
(Dr. Munson laughs)
- Now you're beginning to
sound like a detective.
Oh, no offense, of course.
But a short precise answer I...
I cannot give you.
We simply do not know.
- Doctor, I'm very interested
in what I asked you
about other people connected
with Dr. Redding's work.
- Well, I can only tell you
that the interest spread
in every direction, every country.
If you're attempting to
pinpoint individuals, (chuckles)
you have your work cut out for you.
The number would run into the thousands.
(man groans)
- No!
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(dramatic music)
(wolf howling)
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- [Dr. Janning] Parson, hurry!
(dramatic music)
(woman screams)
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(werewolf grunts)
(dramatic music)
(werewolf growls)
(Parson screams)
(thudding)
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(people scream)
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- [Radio Operator] 226, unit
226, 1415 Trinity Street,
Aladdin Hotel, investigate
disturbance, possible 612.
- Stand for.
(dramatic music)
(knob clicking)
(dramatic music)
(woman screams)
(dramatic music)
- I saw it, I tell you,
who the hell that it was!
It was a werewolf, I tell you.
- A werewolf?
- Look,
look, there was a man chasing him.
I know because I recognized him,
it's that guy that works around the corner
in that wax museum, 10th Street.
(dramatic music)
(woman screams)
(dramatic music)
- No!
Oh, no.
(dramatic music)
(werewolf growls)
(thudding)
(werewolf growls)
(glass crashing)
(werewolf growls)
(dramatic music)
(machine blaring)
(dramatic music)
(repetitive thudding)
(werewolf growls)
(repetitive thudding)
(grunting)
(werewolf groans)
(dramatic music)
- Take a look, they talk
about monsters and werewolves.
(chuckles)
Just an ordinary guy.
Strange what the imagination can do, huh?
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