Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (1958) Script

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This is krkr-TV.

And now for the latest news:

Early tonight, the captain of a Swedish icebreaker in the barents sea reported seeing a strange red fireball come out of the sky.

Says the captain, "it hovered above my ship for about a minute and then headed south by southwest." Unquote.

Radio Cairo reports a herd of camels stampeded by a comet-like object streaking southwest across the Sahara.

And in Cape Town, Africa-- a boer, no doubt-- reports a similar flash across the sky.

And still one more, ladies and gentlemen:

A farmer in Auckland, New Zealand, reported the strange-glowing object, this time moving northeast.

Now, let's see...

Barents sea...

Cairo...

Auckland...

Considering the timetable of these reports, the stranger from space should be over our California desert in a matter of minutes.

[Woman screaming]

[Tires squealing]

Aah!

[Beeping]

Aah!

[Beeping]

[Engine turning over]

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Aah!

Somebody help me!

Aah!

Somebody help me!

Harry.

Mm-hmm?

Harry, what will your wife say?

She'd say plenty.

Tonight anyhow.

Did you see the way she tore out of here in that big car of hers?

She only caught US nodding to each other.

She'll make up for the all the things she hasn't caught US doing.

I'm so fed up.

I never should have agreed to go back to her once we were separated.

Why did you?

You know why.

I couldn't pry one nickel out of her.

That community property routine only works for women.

Man hasn't got a chance.

Unless the wife dies.

I didn't say anything.

You were thinking it.

Not the same thing.

Didn't you say she was in the nut house for a while?

Private sanitarium.

What's the difference? She was off her rocker, wasn't she?

I suppose so.

Well, they've got some fancy name for it.

Mostly, she'd have these violent headaches.

Then she'd get falling down drunk.

Still has them to this day.

What are you getting at?

Oh, come on, now, Harry.

Let's not be naive.

You've made a good start. Now follow through.

She's on the brink, and you know it.

I don't know it.

This Dr. Cushing seems to be helping her a lot.

She's tapering off on the bottle, too.

Hardly took a drink all evening. You saw her.

All she needs is a little help.

Yeah.

Play the husband, right to the end.

Once she's in the booby hatch, throw the key away.

That'll put you in the driver's seat.

You'd make a wild driver, Harry...

With 50 million bucks.

Harry!

[Sobbing]

Harry!

Harry, help me!

Mrs. Archer!

Mrs. Archer, what's the matter?

Here you are. Somebody give me a hand.

Take her into the office.

Hey, chief!

Chief!

Mrs. Archer!

Harry.

Go on, folks. Go on.

Go on. Nothing you can do around here.

Go find Harry while I take care of Mrs. Archer.

All right, let's break it up.

Now, come on, Mrs. Archer.

Come on and sit down in the car.

I'll send somebody for some black coffee.

Black coffee?!

You think I'm drunk, don't you?

All of you!

I'm not drunk! I'm not!

All right, Mrs. Archer-- it was right in the middle of the highway! 3o feet tall!

It lit up the sky!

I know that.

You don't believe me, do you?

Any of you!

I'll believe you, Mrs. Archer.

[Sobbing]

Just be calm.

Now come on and sit down in the car.

Come on. Take it easy and tell me all about it. Slowly.

Hey, Mr. Archer?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Archer?

What is it, Charlie?

Oh. All right. I get the message.

She's over at the sheriff's office-- kind of bad shape.

Pretty hysterical.

Couldn't find me tonight, Charlie.

I took a cab home.

Sure. Sure. I get it, Mr. Archer.

Thanks a lot.

So...

So, she's tapering off, eh?

Hardly took a drink all evening.

Must have had a bottle in the car. I don't know.

Did you find Mr. Archer?

He took a cab home, chief.

Oh, Charlie...

Go get the riot gun.

We're taking a ride in the desert with Mrs. Archer.

Right.

Why the heavy artillery, chief?

There's a flying satellite and a 30-foot giant a few miles out on 66.

A 30-foot giant?!

Oh, no.

[Engine starts]


Hey, look! There it is!

[Tires squealing]

Uh, m-Mrs. Archer's car, I mean, chief.

Where did you see it, Mrs. Archer?

You can think what you like.

It was right there in the middle of the road.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Charlie. Let's look around.

[Softly] Hey, what's up? She off her rocker or something?

Don't look back, but as long as she's paying most of the taxes around here, we play along with her.

Uh... Let's spread out here!


You see anything, chief?

Ah. Come on.

Not a thing, Mrs. Archer.

No prints of any kind, either.

Why would there be?

I told you, everything happened on the roadway.

I was standing right here.

It seemed to be reaching for my diamond.

That's another thing I've been wanting to tell you, Mrs. Archer.

That diamond you're wearing-- tempt the devil himself.

There are a lot of drifters in the desert who'd commit murder for a well-cut piece of glass.

In other words, you're suggesting that what I saw tonight was some desert tramp.

Ah, you're saying that, ma'am.

I'm only suggesting that you be more careful with that diamond.

I didn't run all the way to town just for a lecture, sheriff.

We'll be glad to escort you home, Mrs. Archer.

No, thanks.

[Engine starts]

[Tires skidding]

She's tearing out of here like she was heading for the moon!

Poor mixed-up Mrs. Archer.

Feel kind of sorry for her.

I feel a lot sorrier for her husband if she ever catches him with that honey Parker he's got stashed at the hotel.

Ooh, what a doll!

Yeah.

Well, come on, Charlie.

It's past midnight.

The town can't afford to be paying US overtime.


Good evening, Mrs. Archer.

Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Archer?

Harry: Yeah...

Beat it out of here.

Don't talk to Jess like that.

Well, maybe you should marry Jess and hire me for the Butler.

Hey...

I said out.

You can go, Jess.

Yes, ma'am.

And as far as I'm concerned, you can go, too.

Go back to Tony's and that woman you were mooning about.

Oh, knock it off, will you?

Now, you pulled a boner tonight, and you know it.

Why...leaving me stranded at Tony's without a ride.

I wasn't in the mood for an argument in front of all those people.

And I didn't feel like sitting there and watching you flirt all evening with that red-headed wench you call honey.

For heaven's sake, Nancy.

Why, I hardly nodded to the girl.

Now you listen to me, Harry.

I won't stand for any more of your two-timing.

You keep away from that girl and that hotel, you hear?

Your backdoor romance has split US up once already.

The next time, there won't be any reconciliation.

You're going to flip your lid just one time too many with me, Nancy.

And you're going to make one too many passes at some other woman.

My husband.

Hah.

My gigolo, that's what you are.

You're a miserable parasite.

You're just after my money.

I was rid of you once.

Why did I take you back?

Why?

Why?

[Sobbing]

Why did you, Nancy?

Why?

Because I love you, Harry.

Why am I always fighting with you when I love you so?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But if you'd only show me once that you really care, i'd--I'd do anything.

What's wrong with US, Harry?

I don't know.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe i--

Harry, I've got to tell you something, only please don't make fun of me.

First, listen to the whole story.

Tonight while I was driving home, i-- you're going to think I'm crazy.

Oh, no...

Go on, Nancy.

Harry, I saw a satellite tonight.

Is that all?

Everyone's seeing satellites these days.

Not like this.

It came out of the sky and landed in the middle of the highway.

Harry, I almost hit it!

Then a man, a giant of a man, came out.

I could feel his hands at my throat.

I think he was after my diamond.

Really?

I see you still have the diamond.

I ran in the desert.

That's why I'm such a mess.

I told the sheriff, and he didn't believe me.

I saw the look on his face.

He thought I was drinking.

Harry, you know I wasn't drinking tonight!

Oh, please, Harry. You believe me, don't you?

Of course I do, sweetheart.

Now, you've had a terrible night.

I think you need some rest.

Now, it's late. Come on.

I'm going to put you to bed...

And we'll go through this tomorrow, hmm?

Why can't you be nice like this all the time, Harry?

[Chuckles]

There.

Oh, now, I...

I never meant to be mean to you, Nancy, any more than...

I wanted you to... Stay in that sanitarium.

You know?

Well...

Things seem to worry you lately.

You know, like before?

Hmm. I don't know...

Maybe it's my fault, huh?

For not making things easier for you.

Maybe it would be better if we...Separated again.

Now, I wouldn't want to cause another breakdown in your health.

Oh, Harry.

I couldn't stand that.

I need you.

If you only knew how much.

You're all I have, Harry.

There you go.

That's why I've always liked this place so.

We could be so happy here, just the two of US, and no more arguments.

[Chuckles]

Here, Nancy. This will make you sleep.

I don't want to sleep.

I feel much better with you here.

No more arguments.

Mmm. Water.

[Chuckles]

There you go.

That's the girl.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

Feel better, hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Don't leave me, Harry.

Harry?

I need you... All to myself.

[Music playing]


Hi, Mr. Archer.

I was--i was just saying, uh, arrivederci.

I thought you'd be waiting for me at your hotel.

You know I don't like you hanging around here alone.

You're not jealous of that clown, are you?

It's too early to go to bed.

Anyways, I'm sick of that fleabag you call a hotel.

I'm tired of waiting.

All I do is wait!

Wait, wait!

Maybe you won't have to wait as long as you think.

She's cracking up again.

She's seeing satellites and giants.

Not only told me about it, but she spread it all over town tonight.

Even had the sheriff out looking for the thing.

Charlie was telling me about it.

This could be it.

When Dr. Cushing hears about it, he'll probably have her committed right away.

He's in baker. I'll call him tonight.

Well, that sounds more like it.

I don't think I could take much more of this setup.

Well, any time you get to thinking that way, remember this.

The star of India.

It's the most famous diamond in the world, and you play your cards right, and it'll all be yours.

Ah-ah.

Someday.

Let's call Dr. Cushing.

What do you think, Dr. Cushing?

She's not well, Harry.

She's suffering from mental exhaustion, and her drinking doesn't help her any.

You did well to send for me.

Oh, uh, Jess.

Now give Mrs. Archer one of those every 4 hours and 2 at bedtime.

Keep her very quiet and no alcohol.

There's not much we can do for her until she gets some rest.

Oh, you needn't come out, Harry.

Jess will see me to the car.

Doctor.

About last night...

Oh, that satellite business?

Probably overworked imagination.

You think she's having a relapse.

Mentally? Well, let's hope not.

I'm afraid it would kill her if she ever had to go back to that sanitarium.

She needs to be near you, Harry.

She seems to get a great deal of consolation from you.

Now be patient with her, my boy, and with the right understanding on your part, I have high hopes for her eventual recovery.

Oh, I'll be in town for a few days.

If you need me, just call.

[Door closes]

Well, my faithful husband, no less.

You finally decided to come home.

[Car engine starts]

What's the matter, Harry?

Couldn't you stand the suspense any longer?

Couldn't you wait another minute for the psychiatrist's verdict?

What did he say, Harry?

Does he think I'm crazy, too?

No one thinks you're crazy, Nancy.

How nice.

Then you believe me? You believe I saw the satellite?

It's not the first time someone has seen a satellite.

Right in the road, with a giant in it?

Don't be so condescending, Harry.

I know what you're thinking.

I know why Dr. Cushing was here, and I know who called him.

All right, I called him.

He's here for your own good, Nancy.

And I know where you spent the night last night.

You seem to have a lot of information.

Well, I don't like being tailed in my own home.

Here. Your giant friend may come looking for this.

Harry, wait. Where are you going?

Ask Jess.

Wouldn't you like something to eat, Mrs. Archer?

The doctor said-- oh, Jess, quit mincing around and leave me alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Reporter: Ladies and gentlemen, this is krkr-TV.

And now more news of high fliers.

Nancy Archer, the former Nancy Fowler, heiress to the Fowler millions and owner of the fabulous star of India diamond, has joined that ever-expanding international society of satellite seers.

From the Archer's palatial home away from home comes a report that Mrs. Archer has not only been seeing a sociable satellite, but it's inhabited as well.

A 30-foot giant.

Was he pink, with big ears and tusks?

Well, maybe Mrs. Archer, who has recently been feuding with her husband handsome Harry, has finally found a man from out of this world.

A man who could love her for herself.

Come, come, now, Mrs. Archer.

A man can ignore one million dollars, but 50? That's too much to ask, even from the man in the moon.

[Smash]

What happened?

So I'm crazy. I'm seeing things, am I?

Jess, get the car.

I'm going out into the desert and find that thing, and you're going with me.

Well, don't just stand there. Go on.

You're being ridiculous, Nancy.

There's nothing out there.

You don't believe me?

Well, you're wrong. You're all wrong.

And you're drunk, Nancy. Why don't you try to sleep it off?

Not until I've proved it to myself and to you.

We'll drive on the side roads.

I have a strange feeling it's out there somewhere, waiting for me.

I'm certain of it.

And if it isn't?

Then I'm crazy and should be committed.

The car's out in front, ma'am.

Jess, get the revolver.

What's the gun for?

We're going hunting, remember?

Let's go.


Harry: Nothing.

Just sand and space.

Well, seen enough?

Keep driving.

There!

Stop the car, Harry. There it is!

Harry: I don't see a thing.

I saw a flash behind those hills.

All right, all right. I'll turn around.

Hurry!

Well, now we've combed all through these hills.

You saw it. There's nothing out here.

Just emptiness.

Well, should we drive on a little further?

I'm sorry, Harry.

I'm sorry.

[Engine starts]

That's it!

I did see it!

Oh, I told you!

I was right. I was right!

It's real. It's real!

Nancy!

Nancy, come back here!

Come back here!

Let's get out of here!

Nancy!

It's real!

It's real!

I'm not crazy! I did see it!

It's a satellite!

Wait, come here!

Harry, touch it! I did see it!

[Gunshots]

Nancy: Aah!

Aah, Harry!

Harry! Harry!

Help me! Harry! Harry!

Aah!

Harry! Harry!

Harry, help me!

Aah!

Harry!

[Door closes]

What have you done with Mrs. Archer?

Get out of my way.

You're not leaving this room, and you tell me what happened to her.

You aren't gonna get away with it.


Give me the sheriff's office.

Get dressed and pack, quick.

Huh, what's the matter?

No time for questions and answers now.

Here. We're getting out of here.

Oh, what did you do, Rob the first national bank?

Shut up and get moving. Come on.

Oh, all right. All right.

Nobody wants to get out of this dump worse than I do.

Hey.

Those are the only clothes I've got.

You finished yet?

You just got here.

[Suitcase slams shut]

If you saw what I saw, you'd have jumped out of your skin to get moving.

Here, zip me.

Come on, come on, come on.

All right, all right.

Where are we going?

Out of here, but fast.

You going someplace?

Uh, miss Parker is leaving town.

It's kind of sudden, ain't it?

The night clerk here didn't know anything about it.

Well, well, she--she does now.

No. I'm sorry, Mr. Archer, but sheriff tuppett wants to see you in his office, the both of you.

You're making a mistake, Charlie.

Let's go.

Aw, let me see now. You got 3 6s, you got the queen of hearts, that's a heart run, so safest card in the deck.

Hey, what do you want that card for?

And that's a gin.

I don't want to play anymore.

Ah, it's getting daylight already.

Chief's always worrying about the taxpayers' money.

[Ring]

Hello.

Oh, hi, Mary.

No doubt, and I wasn't dancing at Tony's club.

I was out picking up a couple of guests of the sheriff.

Yeah, he's out in the desert now with a posse, looking for the-- oh, they did, huh?

On the pool house?

Hey, what do you know about that?

Huh? Yeah.

They found Mrs. Archer.

Oh, I don't know how she got there.

Hey, maybe by a helicopter, huh?

Yeah, all right, Mary.

Look, will you take any messages that come in?

Yeah, we're on our way right now.

Yeah, bye, sweetie.

We'll take your wife's imperial, right?

Yeah, right.

I imagine your wife was home all the time on top of the pool house, loaded.

How serious is it, Dr. Cushing?

Oh, it's too early to tell, but we should get her to a hospital as soon as she's strong enough to be moved.

Those hours of exposure on the roof didn't help any, especially the way she was dressed.

It's not the exposure that worries me.

It's those scratches on her throat.

Jess: That's Mr. Archer now.

And honey.

I never would have thought it.

Better let me do the talking, Dr. Cushing.

[Door opens]

What's wrong with Nancy?

Doctor, what happened?

I'll ask the questions, Mr. Archer.

Now suppose you tell me what happened.

I'm in no mood for games, sheriff.

I wouldn't go up there if I were you, Harry.

There's some possibility she may have been contaminated.

There's evidence of some kind of radiation.

Of course, we can't be sure.

Now you tell me what happened out there, Mr. Archer.

Out where?

Jess told US.

You drove Mrs. Archer out into the desert last night with his gun.

You came back alone.

Now, uh, what happened to Mrs. Archer, and what happened to the diamond she was wearing?

He's lying.

I left the house alone, right after you, Dr. Cushing.

That's right.

Harry was with me all evening.

We were just stepping out for air when your deputy stopped US.

Dr. Cushing, it's time for that injection you ordered.

Thank you, nurse. Thank you.

I wouldn't have believed it, Harry.

I'm very disappointed.

Sheriff tuppett: Well, there seems to be a difference...

Careful with that, nurse.

Exactly .75 cc.

One way or another.

When Mrs. Archer regains consciousness, she'll corroborate me, sheriff tuppett.

Well, where does that leave US?

Nowhere.

Just don't try to leave town for a while, and that means you, too, miss Parker.

Harry: We have nothing to hide.

We'll be around.

Come on, honey. I'll drive you back into town.

According to Jess, Mr. Archer drove his wife out into the desert last night and came home alone.

Well, there's one thing you can be certain about.

Jess is absolutely trustworthy.

He's been with Nancy since she was a little girl.

I know he's telling the truth.

Honey: What's the matter?

Our necks are way out if Nancy comes to and talks.

There is a way out, if you've got the nerve.

Try me.

The serum that private nurse is using in her hypodermic needle--

I, um, I heard the doctor tell her that an overdose would be fatal.

Money certainly brings out the best in you, doesn't it?

Have you got the nerve?

Read the morning papers.

Slide over and drive to town.

I've got things to do.


Aah!

Doctor!

Dr. Cushing!

Something's happened to Mrs. Archer!

Aah!

Aah!

Something's happened to Mrs. Archer.

Dr. Cushing: Astounding growth.

Aah!

Aah!

Meat hooks, 4 lengths of chain.

Oh, the chains you were expecting are here, doctor.

Good. I'll tell Dr. Loeb at once.

Meat hooks, 4 lengths of chain, 40 gallons of plasma...

And an elephant syringe?

The chains are here.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Heinrich, what do you make of it?

Fantastic.

I've made every test in the book.

There's no diagnosis.

Look at this slide.

Dermal connective tissue.

Filaria?

If it only were filaria, we'd have something to go on, a beginning.

There's not even streptococci infection to incite inflammation of the lymph channels.

What could it be?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

We may find our answer when we operate.

Giantism can result from an overactive forward lobe of the pituitary process, you know.

Dr. Cushing: Then you think surgery is indicated?

Except for that one thing.

The blue-green color around the scratches at her throat--

I would venture to say it's some sort of radiation which we in medicine have never touched upon.

Fortunately, the dose she received was not deadly.

Then you--you feel there is hope.

With surgery, yes.

We'll have to have the husband's permission to operate, of course.

There's always hope as long as there's faith, Raymond.

I almost gave you up, baby.

I've been reading the papers.

I told you what happened on the phone.

We've got problems again.

That new doctor, Van loeb, thinks he can help her.

Bring me a drink, will you?

What's the matter?

Your conscience bothering you, Harry?

You know, the trouble with US is we've both got the same disease-- money...

And happy ways of spending it.

[Ting]

I missed you.

Has she talked yet?

She's still in a coma.

They're looking for me now to give them permission to operate.

That's great.

That's wonderful.

You just hide out and let her blow up like a balloon.

[Bang bang bang bang bang]

You can pull now, Heinrich.

Steady.


Give me a boost, Charlie.

Nothing.

Yeah, I can see that from here, uh, almost.

There's a ladder over there.

Charlie.

Huh?

Wow.

What is it?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it wasn't made by a Japanese gardener.

Go get Jess. Tell him to get down here pronto.

Excuse me.

Jess.

Sheriff tuppett wants to see you...

Right away.

I thought you two might like a cool-- sheriff tuppett: Did you ever see anything like this around here before, Jess?

A giant footprint.

Maybe Mrs. Archer wasn't so--

I've been thinking the same thing myself.

Hey, look. There's another one over there.

Hey, look, there's another one.

Charlie!

We've got to keep quiet about this thing.

Everybody'll think we're nuts.

Be dark in a half hour.

We'll follow these things, see where they lead.

We will?

Mrs. Archer has a station wagon.

Good. Run my car into town and get the riot gun, Charlie.

Bring a couple of grenades and some tear gas and flashlights, too.

Tear gas? Grenades?

We'll leave as soon as you get back.

You'd better plan on being up all night tonight, Charlie.

We gotta have somebody in the office in case Jess and I want to get in touch.

Oh, sure. You know, I'd like to go with you, chief.

There'll be no charge for overtime.

Come on, Jess. There's still some daylight left.

Let's follow these things.

Excuse me, chief.


Jess: Back it up.


[Beeping]

Amazing.

Here.

We'd better walk the rest of the way.

There's a radio phone in the car.

Shouldn't we call for help?

No use yelling for outside interference till we see what we got.

Harry must have brought her out here and left her, and then this-- this giant must have taken her home and put her on the pool house roof.

Amazing.

Look.

My gun.

He emptied it before he ran.

At what?

[Beeping]

[Hissing]


Over here.


Look.

The star of India.

Mrs. Archer was right.

The thing was after her diamond.

Diamonds everywhere, different colors.

Must be used to power this thing in some way.

Let's take this one and get out of here.


[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]


Charlie. Charlie.

The radio's shot, too.

Might as well start walking.

We'll come back for all this stuff later.

It's gonna be a long walk.

I've known Nancy since she was born.

In those days, she was a beautiful child-- fresh, young, full of the joys of life, but in the last few years, after her marriage, she changed.

Her health seemed to rise and fall with the tide of her emotion.

Very sad case.

A case not infrequent in this supersonic age we live in.

I'm afraid I was unwise in advising her to take Harry back after they'd separated.

Who knows, my friend?

When women reach the age of maturity, mother nature sometimes overworks their frustration to a point of irrationalism, like the middle-aged man of our age who finds himself looking longingly at a girl in her early 20s.

Nancy: Harry!

What was that?

[Glass breaking]

Nancy: Harry!

Harry!

I-I'll get Dr. Cushing.

Harry, I want out of here.

Nancy, Nancy, calm yourself. Morphine.

Harry's asleep in his room. He'll be right here.

Harry!

Call the sheriff!

Nancy: Harry.

Harry!

Sheriff's office, please.

And hurry, operator. It's urgent.

Nancy: Harry.

Hello? Sheriff tuppett.

Have you found Mr. Archer yet?

No, ma'am, but I left messages everywhere in town.

Oh, she did, huh? She is?

Yes, ma'am. I know it's an emergency.

All right, I will right away.

Hi, Mary. Look, I'm going over to Tony's club, and then I'm heading out to the archers'.

If sheriff tuppett calls in, tell him he better get out there, too, will ya?

Ok. Thank you, baby. Bye.

[Slow dance music plays]

Oh, no.

There's no cutting here in Tony's club, buddy.

Uh, Mr. Archer...

Hey, it's the deputy.

What can we do for you this time, Charlie?

Your house has been trying to get you all evening, sir.

Didn't the bartender give you my message?

He did. And now you've delivered it in person.

Anything else?

No. Well, yes, there is.

They say it's important. An emergency.

Well, thanks.

All right.

Listen, where were we, huh?

Here.

Oh, yeah.

Never should've tried to keep this out of the papers.

The poor girl-- she's had so much publicity all her life.

I'm afraid now there's no alternative.

We'll have to notify the authorities.

If you hadn't succeeded in giving her that sedative, there's no telling what would've happened.

Well, thank heaven we got the chains on her arms and legs.

How long will the morphine be effective?

No telling with the size of her body, but we'll have to keep her under sedation till the state police arrive.

I-I'll phone the authorities at baker.

Operator.

Nancy: Aah!

Doctor! Dr. Cushing, it's her. She's come to again.

Dr. Cushing! Pull yourself together. More morphine.

Operator. Operator.

Operator. This is Mary your operator.

What's going on there? What's happening?

Hurry with that morphine.

Aah!

She's loose!

She'll tear the roof off.

That's it. I'm getting out of here.

Operator. Operator.

Damn.

I know where my husband is.

He's with that woman!

Aah! I'll find him.

She's going.

A tank couldn't have done a better job.

See? She's heading for town.

[Siren]

[Tires squealing]

Hi, chief. I was just on my way over to the archers'.

I think miss Archer finally came to.

Uh, say, they been asking for you over there.

Did you find anything out there?

Get moving, will you?

Yeah, sure, sure. Hop in.

Where's the station wagon, chief?

[Engine starts]

Doctor!

Doctor, give US a hand with the door!

Here's the sheriff's car!

Holy Toledo!

What happened?

Thank heaven you're here, sheriff.

It's Mrs. Archer. She's on a rampage.

We've got to warn the town!

She's grown into a giant!

Never mind. Get in the car.

We'll explain as we go along.

Drive to town!

Uranium. Ehh!

These are just made to eke forth a lot of junk to sell to the people.

It ain't like the old days when we could go out prospecting for gold with a sluice box and water.

I can see it now.

Come on, Harry!

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey. Tony, something's happened to your lights.

I got eyes. I can see.

Who needs lights?

Well, I need another drink.

Hey, tone. Tony...

Ah, you're a good for nothing, Tony.

Attaboy, tone.

He's a mellow fellow.

Happy birthday, honey.

Well, wouldn't you know it?

Ha ha!

[Siren]

Can't you drive any faster?


[Siren]

What happened?

Charlie: Was it a giant woman?

Going toward town?

Let's hurry!

[Siren wailing]

[Creaking]

Nancy: Harry!

[Crashing]

She'll tear up the whole town till she finds Harry.

Yeah. And then she'll tear up Harry.

[Glass breaking]

See if you can locate him and put him in the police car.

We'll try and draw her off.

I'll call baker for help.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Let's get the sheriff.

Man: Hey, what's going on here?!

Nancy: Harry!

Sounds like someone's calling your name.

Harry!

Harry!

It's your wife!

She's wrecking the town looking for you!

I gotta get you out of here!

No! No!

If she sees me out there, she'll kill me! She's crazy!

[Building creaking]

Come on, Mr. Archer. We gotta get out of here!

[Yelling and screaming]

You're a deputy. Do something!

Yeah. Yeah.

I can't shoot a lady!

Give me the gun.

Give me that gun!

Aah!

Aah!

No! No! No, Mrs. Archer!

No! No!

Help me with this beam, Charlie!

She's dead!

No...no. Nancy, Nancy!

No!

Harry: Nancy!

Nancy...

Nancy, no!

Nancy!

No!

Nancy, don't!

Oh, no!

Don't! Nancy!

You killed honey.

Nancy, no! Put me down!

Honey...

Nancy...

No! Nancy, no!

No!

I can't breathe!

[Gasping]

She's got Harry!

She's got Harry! [Woman screams]

Why doesn't the sheriff do something?!

Put him down, Mrs. Archer!

[Gunshot]

This thing's no good!

Sheriff, you-- you're not going to use that on her?!

What do you want me to do-- put salt on her tail?!

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

She's down!

Well, let's take a look.

Come on.

Charlie: All right. Everybody keep back now.

Come on. Stand back there.

Man: I still can't believe it.

She finally got Harry all to herself.