The Flesh Eaters

OK, lets drink up and go for a swim.

C'mon, Ann. You gonna sleep all day?

So, you want to be coaxed, hein?

Hey! It's enough for you, Fred!

Mutiny, ehh?

OK, you're going overboard!

Hey!

You give that back, Fred Miller!

Hum, hum. Come and get it.

You better to get back to me, Fred.

Ok.

Coming right up.

Oh, Fred.

Fred.

Fred.

Fred?

Fred!

Fred?

Hello.

Would you fly somewhere right the way?

I'd fly anywhere with you baby, but you better ask the pilot.

Hello there!

I understand you run the charter service.

I want to hire the plane.

Now wait a minute lady.

If this is some process service gang,

just to make me admit that I'm Grant Murdoch,

you're gonna wish you hadn't pulled it.

I'm afraid I don't know...

...jointing Outline Motors they will never get the $1,100 I own and

they got me in the court when I should be flying that plane trying to make a buck

Whatever you're talking about, Mr. Murdoch,

I'm sorry, but I don't have the time for it.

Just what is it you want me to do?

I told you. I want to rent your plane.

OK. Where to?

Provincetown.

Provincetown?

Swell, right into a tropical storm.

What tropical storm?

There's a beaut blowing up in the Caribbean.

With lots of luck, we might outrun it to Provincetown,

but not with my kind of luck.

Let's put it in another way.

Do you want double your regular fee?

Now look miss,

- Letterman, Jan Letterman. - Believe me, I'm not against money

Miss Letterman, but I'm not quite ready to sell my life...

Triple.

I'll give you three times your regular price.

That's just about the market price for one slightly used life

It's a deal! Only we better to get in the air fast!

If the radio operator spots it she'll throw the book rule book at me.

Who are you? Another spy from the studio?

This is a nice man who will fly us to Provincetown

so we can make the dress rehearsal.

Good!

I gonna make a rehearsal very important. Now you're sure you're not a spy?

No, I'm your leading man.

Don't ever let 'em shoot you from this side.

You got a lousy right profile.

Yeah. I'll try to remember that.

Murdock to East River Sky Port Control.

Murdock to East River Sky Port Control.

Come in Liz.

East River Sky Port Control to Murdoch, over.

Hello Amy. Clock me to 143.

Destination Provincetown. Repeating, destination Provincetown.

Sorry about this, kid, over.

All right Mr. Murdock.

Now turn that ship around and bring it right back-down here.

I can't take the responsibility for this...

I said I was sorry baby, but you know how it is.

I've got a woman here with a very rare blood type.

We're flying her out to Rubinstein Park. Blood transfusion.

You mean, you're flying there for a money transfusion.

Well, all right daredevil.

You're a big boy now. You can take care of yourself.

Over and out.

Good luck big buck.

You mean you're taking that big of chance because of us?

Maybe.

It all depends.

On what?

On whether or not we all get killed.

If we do the FAA might lift my license.

Is it bad?

It's no good.

We've only got about an hour of flying time ahead of us.

That storm is almost on top of us.

Can't you fly over it?

I think for the left.

Why this louse alarm?

Do you have gas?

We have lots of gas but it's not getting through the cylinders.

- I'll have to try to set it down. - Where?

Well, there should be some small inhabited islands in this area.

- We are looking for one of them. - Maybe we ought to pray a little too.

You pray, I'll look.

It will be our island paradise time.

Just two of us.

And Tom, I don't care if the Navy never finds us.

Cat.

You pray pretty good Miss Letterman.

No! No! Lookout!

All right. Let's get going!

I want to get this plane tied down before that storm hits.

Our lunch?

This one stays here.

OK, see if you wake Miss Winters, huh?

So, you know who she was all along.

Are you kidding?

From Broadway to Hollywood and 14,000 headlines.

Summer stock!

Sowwy!

Ok Miss Winters.

You're on your own now.

The plane needs mourning too.

What's going on?

If this is Provincetown were Norwegian.

But that's where we are.

And I know we are luck to be here.

Hey! Wait a minute, Yo! What are you doing with that plane?

You were hired to drive us to Provincetown.

He will Miss Winters.

Just as soon as the motor is fixed.

Listen, you idiot!

You can't just strand me on this sand pile.

My show opens tomorrow night!

Just get over to that plane and fix it!

The carburetor will have to de-ice itself.

And right now we better look for some kind of shelter.

It may look great now, but that wind's right on our tail.

Has this thing frigtened you?

This equipment must make me look like one of those creatures from a horror film.

Where did you jam your boat?

We flew here.

Ah, I see.

Perhaps you had to land here to avoid the storm.

Oh no, we were just scouting for tuna fish

and we dropped down for a jar of mayonnaise.

We had a little motor trouble,

And your island was here.

Gos are really mad.

I'm just here to do some research out of the station.

Cambridge.

Peter Bar tell.

I'm a professor of marine biology.

Look professor Bar tell.

Can we just skip the formal introductions till we can get to your shelter?

Oh, forgive my terrible hospitality.

I wasn't expecting guests.

Please follow me.

Leave ma alone! I know how to walk!

I said, leave me alone!

You heard her. Leave her alone.

- Wait, fine. - Hey you wait!

You're fired!

Oh!

Better get my shoes.

What a shame.

The poor woman never had the chance.

What caused it?

Sharks, I guess.

They don't usually appears at this far north.

The tropical storm must have driven them up here.

The woman could be bathing in your own beach when it happened.

If it is hungry enough it can came close to the shore.

Well, we'd better to cover this thing.

Yes, there's no time to bury it now.

Bury? Won't the authorities want it for identification?

Oh, yes. You're of course.

Some little families are searching for a mother, or a daughter, at this very moment.

Normally these dunes would protect me against the sea winds,

but with this hurricane coming you have to batten down the tent farther.

Ah!

Don't be frightened. It's only Louis.

Louis?

My little pet. He's barely good company for the expedition.

Come. Please, make yourselves at home.

All right. Let's go Mister.

It's Murdock! Professor Grant Murdock.

Hurry up Mr. Murdock. We don't have much time.

I don't remember your name, but...

I do remember enough to thank you.

No thank is necessary.

Well, I'm Grant Murdock,

and that's Professor Bar tell.

Professor, Miss Laura Winters

the secretary Jan Letterman

I should have recognized you.

But, you see, I have so little time for motion pictures.

Skip it, professor. I'm not big on marine biology either.

When do we get out of here?

Well you can forget about it for today, Miss Winters.

Even after to storm passes

there'll still be too much turbulence for flying.

But we can get up first thing in the morning, can't we?

I'm afraid we'll just have to wait and see.

See? What?