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I don't care what Bertie's ideas are!
St. John's Hotel. That's where the doctor usually stays.
but I'm sure he'd never be this late, not...
No, I still think it's close by.
Maybe he would.
Dave, listen...
Remember how they stitched that bathing suit to the statue of General Hayes?
And Steve and Jane seem to know something about it.
He'd just stopped in, and there was nobody there.
I'm trying to tell you. Now this thing, it killed the doc.
- Yeah, yeah, but how? - Yeah, how?
He says Doc Hallen's dead, Jim. We've got to check it out.
Hey, Dave! Dave?
Dr. Gilpen from over in Groverton.
Could you drive out to the place you found him?
We can't be more definite until we contact Dr. Hallen in Johnsonville.
Take it easy, now.
Listen, we're trying to tell you. We don't wanna get served.
Well, we can get someone over there tomorrow. Yeah.
- Go on. - Oh, I don't like William.
- Steve? - Huh?
I'm sorry. Get in the car, Jane.
The thing might be in there waiting for you.
Mr. Andrews, can you make anything out of all this? I can't.
So then he gets out of the car, comes over to us...
Now, come on. All right?
Dad, it isn't vandalism! Dr. Hallen is dead,
Do what again?
- I'm not afraid. - Well, I know you're not.
I'll bet there is a house close by.
Here they come.
- What is it he's got on his hand? - I don't know, Doc.
the demons of your mind crowd in on you to destroy you.
At least I could've thanked you for coming out tonight.
He was screaming about this thing on his hand.
Police department.
Oh, Steve, our parents!
Oh, that's a foregone transfusion.
Steve, was there anybody else with you?
Yeah, Steve, you gotta hang loose, like me.
All right, come on. Let's go around the corner.
- You got any more of these things? Huh? - No.
Wait a minute. Let me have that a minute.
The light was just right, and the angle and the imagination.
No, sir, a bomb would spread it all over the country.
A little while ago it was driving backwards, and now it's monsters.
- It doesn't look like there's anybody here. - Yeah.
Mrs. Porter, you don't understand.
All right, I believe you! But I still don't think you're telling me all you know.
Is every kid in town in on this?
This thing's running out. The phone. Hey, Dave!
But I'm not gonna throw them into a cell like a couple of vagrants.
Would you think it was funny if your father...
None of us are, unless somebody keeps quiet.
but it's another thing to make a fool out of the police department and the town.
But that's not true, Dave. He never left.
We'll put this puzzle together in the morning.
Kate! Kate, what is it? Kate!
- What do you mean? What's the matter? - Take it easy!
- We came to warn you. - Huh? How?