Bride of the Monster

This is the worst storm yet.

Yeah, almost every night

for the last three months.

Well, it sure ain't natural.

I'm getting away from this lightning while I still can.

Ah, you'll be soaked to the bone before you get ten yards.

Well I'd better be soaked than barbecued.

What if we ran for it?

It's impossible to make it to the main road.

Maybe we can make it to the old Willows place?

Are you out of your mind?

Do you actually believe in them monsters?

But the newspaper story said...

Oh, act your age, Mac.

Here's the house.

Don't look good to me.

Ah, you're just spooked.

Well, spooked or not, that place just don't look healthy.

It hasn't been lived in in 15 years, it's deserted.

It is, huh?

Thought you said this place was deserted?

Well, it's supposed to be. I don't get it.

What do you want?

Let's get out of here.

Uh, we didn't think anybody lived here.

It was all his idea.

We thought maybe we could get out of the rain.

It looks like it's going to last all night.

It's pretty bad out there.

Oh no, you can't stay.

Oh, be reasonable.

You can't stay.

We might catch pneumonia.

You're not welcome in my house.

Go away, now, go, go, go.

Lobo!

Lobo! No, no!

The monster!

Now you believe those newspaper stories?

Do you hear that, Lobo? You're the monster.

Perhaps, one day you will meet the monster.

Heh, heh, heh.

Wait, wait! I can't run anymore.

We gotta keep going.

That was the monster.

Well, I wouldn't give to see a couple of cops right about now.

Come on.

You, get these straps off of me.

Let me loose, do you hear me?

Lobo hears,

but he cannot speak.

Lobo is mute.

Because of the storm, I was afraid

we were not going to have guests tonight.

Lobo, you're too rough with my patient.

Already, he tires of our humble hospitality.

I said, let me out of here.

At the moment, I am afraid it is impossible.

Who are you?

Vornoff, Dr. Eric Vornoff.

The name will mean little to you.

What are you doing to me?

You will be soon as big as a giant.

Strength of 20 men.

Or, like all the others,

dead.

Turn off the switch.

Isn't it strange, Lobo?

Our friend always returns home after his long, tiresome swim.

What's your name?

You find out.

We will. Hey, watch that cigarette.

What were you doing in the swamp?

What's it to you?

That's enough of that, buster.

No tank town jail can hold me.

I'll be out of this here rat trap in 24 hours.

That's what you think.

Vagrancy will hold you for 72 hours.

Take him downstairs and book him.

All right, let's go.

Let go of me, I said.

You can't do that to me. Let go.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

What do you mean, where do I think I'm going?

I've got captain Robbins' newspapers.

You have, have you?

And since when you don't leave the captain's papers with me?

Since the captain told me to bring 'em in myself.

When you read 'em first, you mess 'em up.

Hold your tongue and give me those papers

or I'll have you locked up for peddling without a license.

I got a license.

Want to bet I can make it expire all of a sudden?

Come in.

Here's the late editions, captain.

Look, why can't I work on this case?

Get back to your desk.

Yes, sir.

- And Kelton. - Yes, sir?

I told the boy to bring the papers in himself.

Yes, sir. But if you ask me...

I didn't.

Yes, sir.

- And Kelton. - Yes, sir?

Where's lieutenant Craig?

In his office, I think.

Send him in.

Yes, sir, right away, sir.

Come in.

Hi, captain.

Hello, Dick, sit down.

Seen today's papers?

Is there anyone who hasn't?

Well, there's the one nice thing about birds.

They never cause anybody any trouble.

Your girlfriend writes a good story.

She thinks so. Anything new.

No.

12 disappearances around this place and nothing to go on.

And nothing this time either.

Been around that swamp so many times, I'm getting web-footed.

It's been fired recently.

It's been fired several times recently.

Jake Long's wife identified it a little while ago.

The coat belonged to Ralph McRae, his partner.

They went hunting by Marsh Lake and never returned.

Not much left of it.

Boys found it floating in the lake.

What about the rifle?

About a mile from the old Willows place.

All ties together.

But it doesn't prove anything.

You think there's anything in these monster stories?

Your girlfriend does.

What about you?

The police don't believe in monsters.

Facts are our business.

Facts and only facts, and don't you forget it.

I'm telling you, the captain isn't seeing nobody.

Now please be a good girl, Miss Lawton, and go.

Captain Robbins, will you tell this Junior G-man to let me go?

Kelton. Yes, sir.

Let her go.

Just as you say, captain.

It used to be a newspaper reporter

could get information around this place.

What in the world do you mean?

Now, he makes like a comic.

Dick Craig, I don't put much stock

in the future success of our married life

if already you're holding out secrets on me.

You've been dodging me all day.

Where'd you get an idea like that?

You mean you haven't been dodging me?

No. And all those times I called.

And Kelton said the line was busy, it really was?

Yes.

Ok, let's have the story on Lake Marsh and the monster.

Uh... monster, monster... aaah.

I thought so.

There is no such thing as monsters,

this is the 20th century.

Don't count on it.

Monsters, I mean.

Now, Janet.

Don't you "now, Janet" me.

And you can count our engagement off.

- You don't mean that. - Yes, I do.

No, she doesn't.

I most certainly do.

Well, then, give him back the ring.

What?

If you're throwing over the marriage, give him back the ring.

Now, chief, I...

Captain. Give him back the rock.

It's the only fair thing.

I'd rather throw it in Lake Marsh first.

Besides, we've got to leave our personal lives

out of our business lives.

As it should be.

As I've been saying all along.

Dog! Now, what about the monster story?

Well, that's your own story.

You wrote it and you're stuck with it.

There's no such thing as monsters.

But two more men have vanished up at Lake Marsh.

That makes 12 in three months.

Everything points to an inhuman violence.

Or do you still stick to the alligator devouring routine?

Oh!

You're withholding news from the public.

Janet, you may not believe this,

but you got all the story there is.

You're right, I don't believe it.

Well, nevertheless, it's the truth.

Except for the monster, figment of your very vivid imagination.

While we've got nothing more to go on

than what you reported to the paper.

The figment of my imagination is something I believe