The Crawling Eye (The Trollenberg Terror)

The Trollenberg Terror aKa The Crawling Eye 1958 - English

What's he doing up there?

- Hey! Jimmy! - Hang on a minute.

Can't see.

It's foggy.

Gone cold too.

What do you say?!

I tell you it's foggy!

Cloud, or something...

Hey! Wait a minute.

There's someone coming.

Who is it, Jim, the Abominable Snowman?

I tell you, there's someone coming.

I can't see a thing.

Who is it? Who is it?

No... no...!

Nooo...!

Gerald!

- Help. - Right.

Take the strands. Haul it quick.

Stand by. Now pick it up.

- Heave. - Hold.

Heave!

Can you see him?

Not yet. He's just below the lip.

Here he is. Jim?

No!

Come on! Come on!

You idiot, we nearly had him. Why did you let him go?

Didn't you see it? What are you taking about? His head...

It was torn off!

Hey...? Anne?

- Huh? - Were you dreaming?

No, I don't think so. Why?

You were talking in your sleep.

Did I give away any secrets?

Not really. I didn't quite catch his last name.

Silly.

- Would you like some tea? - No, thank you.

You sure you feel all right?

Yeah, I feel wonderful. I wish everybody would stop treating me like an invalid.

I'm sorry.

Look. Anne, there are the mountains.

Anne...

- What happened? Did I faint? - Now don't worry. It's all right.

Is there anything I can do?

Oh, ah... my name is Alan Brooks.

Oh... I'm Anne Pilgrim and...

- this is my sister, Sarah. - Hello.

How do you do?

There we are.

I'm sorry about your newspaper, Mr. Brooks.

Oh, that's all right. I've read the baseball scores.

There you are. Spot of that will bring the colour back.

- You look like you might do with one. - No, thanks.

- You have far to go? - Geneva.

That's quite a run.

Trollenberg.

Next... Trollenberg.

Trollenberg?

Sarah, we're getting off at Trollenberg.

That's my stop.

What's the matter, Anne? You know we have to go on to Gen...

No! I really can't go any further today.

We can stop at the Hotel Europa.

Hotel Europa? We've never been to this place. How do you know about the Hotel Europa?

I don't know.

Anne, what's got into you?!

We're getting off at Trollenberg. Please, Sarah!

Herr Brooks, I'm sorry I'm late.

Did you have a nice trip, I hope?

Herr Klein, nice to see you again.

Oh, I'd like you to meet Miss Anne and Sarah Pilgrim.

Herr Klein. He's the proprietor of the Hotel Europa.

I wonder if you can help us out. These young ladies have arrived without any reservations.

- I thought perhaps you could put them up. - Yes...

- it will be all right. - Good.

- Thank you very much. - The car is outside.

It's very good of you to put us up on such short notice.

Well, this is not yet our season, you understand.

- Oh? I thought now would have been about your busiest time. - Normally yes, but ahh...

Oh, is... is Hans still working for you?

Yes, Hans is still working for us, Herr Brooks. Thank You.

- Cigarette, Sarah? - No, thank you.

Anne?

No, thank you.

- How about you, Herr Klein? - Thank you. I don't smoke.

They shouldn't have started the climb.

- What are you talking about? - An accident.

Last week. Twelve hundred feet up the south col.

Three English students. One of them was killed.

Was there an accident, Mr. Klein?

On a mountain, these things sometime happen.

What else do you know about the Trollenberg?

Peasants are leaving the mountain.

They say it's bad luck.

The mountain people are very simple.

They are superstitious.

All these stories are nonsense.

What stories?

Climbers, disappearing into the mist and never seen again.

- Hans, we have guests. - Yes, sir.

Hello. You must be Mr. Brooks.

Klein told us you were coming. My name's Truscott, Philip Truscott.

How are you Mr. Truscott?

Klein, you didn't tell us we were expecting other guests.

Oh, this is Miss Sarah Pilgrim and Miss Anne Pilgrim.

Pilgrim? Sarah and Anne Pilgrim?

I'm sure we've met before.

- The name rings a bell. - Does it?

Would you mind if we went up to our rooms now?

It's all there:

Observatory at the foot of the mountain.

Cable car.

There's a small hut the climbers use. You can see it from the observatory.

It's all there. Just like...

Just like what, Anne?

Well, just like...

Sarah, why did I want to come here?

What is there about this place? Why do I feel I've seen it all before?

Don't worry about it, darling. Lots of people get a feeling like that.

Perhaps you read about it in a book, or saw a picture in a travel folder.

You mustn't let it upset you.

No... no, I mustn't.

Yes, you're right.

I've probably read about it.

Come in.

- Hi. - How are you?

Give you a hand?

Oh, I think I can manage.

Lovely spot this, isn't it?

- It certainly is. - You've been here before, haven't you?

Yes, once, a couple years ago.

Good climbing.

- So they tell me. - Don't you climb?

Not if I can help it.

Funny place to come for a holiday.

If you don't climb.

Yes, isn't it?

Attractive, those two girls, aren't they?

They certainly are.

Pilgrim sisters, Sarah and Anne...

Of course, I knew I'd seen them before somewhere.

On the Palladium, about a month ago. They're a mind-reading act.

Funny they didn't say anything.

Well, perhaps they ah...

they wanted some privacy.

Can I buy you a drink later?

- All right. - Good.

Give me zero-x-6-4-6-8, will you?

I want you to check on someone for me.

Brooks, Alan Brooks. He's just arrived here.

He's American. He's about 40, I should think.

Well, I should try New York first, then Los Angeles, and then Washington.

OK.

Right.

Hello there. You'll be Brooks.

- That's right. - I'm Dewhurst. This is Brett.

- How do you do? - How you doing?

- Looks like you're going for a climb. - Yes, we're going up the Trollenberg.

Gonna have a noggin' before we start. Care to join us?

All right.

- What's it gonna be? - Scotch, please.

Scotch and the two brandies.

Better give me a bottle of brandy to take with us.

Keep the cold out tonight.

You gonna stay the night?

No, there's a hut at the foot of the south col.

We'll sleep there tonight and attack the mountain proper tomorrow.

Hello, Truscott.

You must be Miss Pilgrim.

- Yes, that's right. - Oh, this is Mr. Dewhurst, Sarah...

and Mr...

- Brett. - Brett. Yes.

Do you care for a drink? I appear to be in the chair.

Wish us bon voyage.

Thank you. I'll have a Campari.

- Truscott? - Scotch, please.

Campari and another scotch, Hans, please.

Sit down, Sarah.

Your sisters here with you, isn't she? Klein told us.

- Would she care to join us? - No, she's having a rest just now.

Quite an occasion for me.

My first climb up a mountain.

Well, yours too, Mr. Brett?

Oh, no.

He's a big voice in the Alpine Club.

How'd you come to take up mountaineering?

Wanted to see if we can't find some good reason for all these accidents.

I'm a geologist, I know all about rock formations and that sort of thing.

Welp, here we are.

Cheers.

- Good Luck. - To a good climb.

Keep an eye on your roping, won't you.

Why roping, particularly?

- The student business last week. - That's right, nasty business.

Very nasty.

What was that?

Some kids,

climbing on the south col, and one of them fell.