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