Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (1958)

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Good evening,

ladies and gentlemen.

This is KRKR-TV.

And now for the latest news:

Early tonight, the captain of a

Swedish icebreaker in the Barents Sea

reported seeing a strange

red fireball come out of the sky.

Says the captain, "It hovered

above my ship for about a minute

and then headed south

by southwest." Unquote.

Radio Cairo reports

a herd of camels

stampeded by a comet-like object

streaking southwest

across the Sahara.

And in Cape Town,

Africa... a Boer, no doubt...

reports a similar

flash across the sky.

And still one more,

ladies and gentlemen:

A farmer in Auckland,

New Zealand,

reported the

strange-glowing object,

this time moving northeast.

Now, let's see...

Barents Sea...

Cairo...

Auckland...

Considering the

timetable of these reports,

the stranger from space should

be over our California

desert in a matter of minutes.

No!

No!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Harry.

Mm-hmm?

Harry, what will your wife say?

She'd say plenty.

Tonight anyhow.

Did you see the way

she tore out of here

in that big car of hers?

She only caught us

nodding to each other.

She'll make up

for the all the things

she hasn't caught us doing.

I'm so fed up.

I never should have

agreed to go back to her

once we were separated.

Why did you?

You know why.

I couldn't pry one

nickel out of her.

That community property

routine only works for women.

Man hasn't got a chance.

Unless the wife dies.

I didn't say anything.

You were thinking it.

Not the same thing.

Didn't you say she was in

the nut house for a while?

Private sanitarium.

What's the difference? She

was off her rocker, wasn't she?

I suppose so.

Well, they've got

some fancy name for it.

Mostly, she'd have

these violent headaches.

Then she'd get

falling down drunk.

Still has them to this day.

What are you getting at?

Oh, come on, now, Harry.

Let's not be naive.

You've made a good

start. Now follow through.

She's on the brink,

and you know it.

I don't know it.

This Dr. Cushing seems

to be helping her a lot.

She's tapering off

on the bottle, too.

Hardly took a drink all

evening. You saw her.

All she needs is a little help.

Yeah.

Play the husband,

right to the end.

Once she's in the booby hatch,

throw the key away.

That'll put you in

the driver's seat.

You'd make a

wild driver, Harry...

With 50 million bucks.

Harry!

Harry!

Harry, help me!

Mrs. Archer!

Mrs. Archer, what's the matter?

Here you are. Somebody

give me a hand.

Take her into the office.

Hey, Chief!

Chief!

Mrs. Archer!

Harry.

Go on, folks. Go on.

Go on. Nothing you

can do around here.

Go find Harry while I

take care of Mrs. Archer.

All right, let's break it up.

Now, come on, Mrs. Archer.

Come on and sit down in the car.

I'll send somebody

for some black coffee.

Black coffee?!

You think I'm drunk, don't you?

All of you!

I'm not drunk! I'm not!

All right, Mrs. Archer...

it was right in the middle

of the highway! 30 feet tall!

It lit up the sky!

I know that.

You don't believe me, do you?

Any of you!

I'll believe you, Mrs. Archer.

Just be calm.

Now come on and

sit down in the car.

Come on. Take it easy and

tell me all about it. Slowly.

Hey, Mr. Archer?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Archer?

What is it, Charlie?

Oh. All right. I

get the message.

She's over at the

sheriff's office...

kind of bad shape.

Pretty hysterical.

Couldn't find me

tonight, Charlie.

I took a cab home.

Sure. Sure. I

get it, Mr. Archer.

Thanks a lot.

So...

So, she's tapering off, eh?

Hardly took a drink all evening.

Must have had a bottle

in the car. I don't know.

Did you find Mr. Archer?

He took a cab home, Chief.

Oh, Charlie...

Go get the riot g*n.

We're taking a ride in the

desert with Mrs. Archer.

Right.

Why the heavy a*tillery, Chief?

There's a flying satellite

and a 30-foot giant

a few miles out on 66.

A 30-foot giant?!

Oh, no.

Hey, look! There it is!

Uh, m-Mrs. Archer's

car, I mean, Chief.

Where did you

see it, Mrs. Archer?

You can think what you like.

It was right there in

the middle of the road.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Charlie.

Let's look around.

Hey, what's up? She off

her rocker or something?

Don't look back,

but as long as she's paying

most of the taxes around here,

we play along with her.

Uh... Let's spread out here!

You see anything, Chief?

Ah. Come on.

Not a thing, Mrs. Archer.

No prints of any kind, either.

Why would there be?

I told you, everything

happened on the roadway.

I was standing right here.

It seemed to be

reaching for my diamond.

That's another thing I've been

wanting to tell you, Mrs. Archer.

That diamond you're wearing...

tempt the devil himself.

There are a lot of

drifters in the desert

who'd commit m*rder for

a well-cut piece of glass.

In other words, you're

suggesting that what I saw tonight

was some desert tr*mp.

Ah, you're saying that, ma'am.

I'm only suggesting that you be

more careful with that diamond.

I didn't run all the way to town

just for a lecture, Sheriff.

We'll be glad to escort

you home, Mrs. Archer.

No, thanks.

She's tearing out of here like

she was heading for the moon!

Poor mixed-up Mrs. Archer.

Feel kind of sorry for her.

I feel a lot sorrier for her

husband if she ever catches him

with that honey Parker

he's got stashed at the hotel.

Ooh, what a doll!

Yeah.

Well, come on, Charlie.

It's past midnight.

The town can't afford

to be paying us overtime.

Good evening, Mrs. Archer.

Is there anything I can

do for you, Mrs. Archer?

Yeah...

Beat it out of here.

Don't talk to Jess like that.

Well, maybe you

should marry Jess, and...

and hire me for the butler.

Hey...

I said out.

You can go, Jess.

Yes, ma'am.

And as far as I'm

concerned, you can go, too.

Go back to Tony's and that

woman you were mooning about.

Oh, knock it off, will you?

Now, you pulled a b*ner

tonight, and you know it.

Why... leaving me stranded

at Tony's without a ride.

I wasn't in the mood

for an argument

in front of all those people.

I didn't feel like sitting

there and watching you flirt

all evening with that

red-headed wench you call honey.

For heaven's sake, Nancy.

Why, I hardly

nodded to the girl.

Now you listen to me, Harry.

I won't stand for any

more of your two-timing.

You keep away from that

girl and that hotel, you hear?

Your backdoor romance

has split us up once already.

The next time, there

won't be any reconciliation.

You're going to flip your lid

just one time too

many with me, Nancy.

And you're going to make one too

many passes at some other woman.

My husband.

Hah.

My gigolo, that's what you are.

You're a miserable parasite.

You're just after my money.

I was rid of you once.

Why did I take you back?

Why?

Why?

Why did you, Nancy?

Why?

Because I love you, Harry.

Why am I always fighting

with you when I love you so?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But if you'd only show me

once that you really care,

I'd... I'd do anything.

What's wrong with us, Harry?

I don't know.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe I...

Harry, I've got to

tell you something,

only please don't

make fun of me.

First, listen to

the whole story.

Tonight while I was

driving home, I...

you're going to think I'm crazy.

Oh, no...

Go on, Nancy.

Harry, I saw a

satellite tonight.

Is that all?

Everyone's seeing

satellites these days.

Not like this.

It came out of the sky

and landed in the

middle of the highway.

Harry, I almost hit it!

Then a man, a giant

of a man, came out.

I could feel his

hands at my throat.

I think he was after my diamond.

Really?

I see you still

have the diamond.

I ran in the desert.

That's why I'm such a mess.

I told the sheriff, and

he didn't believe me.

I saw the look on his face.

He thought I was drinking.

Harry, you know I

wasn't drinking tonight!

Oh, please, Harry. You

believe me, don't you?

Of course I do, sweetheart.

Now, you've had

a terrible night.

I think you need some rest.

Now, it's late. Come on.

I'm going to put you to bed...

And we'll go through

this tomorrow, hmm?

Why can't you be nice

like this all the time, Harry?

There.

Oh, now, I...

I never meant to be

mean to you, Nancy,

any more than...

I wanted you to...

Stay in that sanitarium.

You know?

Well...

Things seem to worry you lately.

You know, like before?

Hmm. I don't know...

Maybe it's my fault, huh?

For not making

things easier for you.

Maybe it would be better

if we... Separated again.

Now, I wouldn't want to cause

another breakdown in your health.

Oh, Harry.

I couldn't stand that.

I need you.

If you only knew how much.

You're all I have, Harry.

There you go.

That's why I've always

liked this place so.

We could be so happy here,

just the two of us, and

no more arguments.

Here, Nancy. This

will make you sleep.

I don't want to sleep.

I feel much better

with you here.

No more arguments.

Mmm. Water.

There you go.

That's the girl.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

Feel better, hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Don't leave me, Harry.

Harry?

I need you... All to myself.

Hi, Mr. Archer.

I was... I was just

saying, uh, arrivederci.

I thought you'd be

waiting for me at your hotel.

You know I don't like you

hanging around here alone.

You're not jealous of

that clown, are you?

It's too early to go to bed.

Anyways, I'm sick of that

fleabag you call a hotel.

I'm tired of waiting.

All I do is wait!

Wait, wait!

Maybe you won't have to

wait as long as you think.

She's cracking up again.

She's seeing

satellites and giants.

Not only told me about it,

but she spread it

all over town tonight.

Even had the sheriff

out looking for the thing.

Charlie was telling me about it.

This could be it.

When Dr. Cushing hears about it,

he'll probably have her

committed right away.

He's in baker. I'll

call him tonight.

Well, that sounds more like it.

I don't think I could take

much more of this setup.

Well, any time you

get to thinking that way,

remember this.

The star of India.

It's the most famous

diamond in the world,

and you play your cards

right, and it'll all be yours.

Ah-ah.

Someday.

Let's call Dr. Cushing.

What do you think, Dr. Cushing?

She's not well, Harry.

She's suffering from

mental exhaustion,

and her drinking

doesn't help her any.

You did well to send for me.

Oh, uh, Jess.

Now give Mrs. Archer

one of those every 4 hours

and 2 at bedtime.

Keep her very

quiet and no alcohol.

There's not much we can do

for her until she gets some rest.

Oh, you needn't come out, Harry.

Jess will see me to the car.

Doctor.

About last night...

Oh, that satellite business?

Probably overworked imagination.

You think she's

having a relapse.

Mentally? Well, let's hope not.

I'm afraid it would k*ll her

if she ever had to go

back to that sanitarium.

She needs to be near you, Harry.

She seems to get a great

deal of consolation from you.

Now be patient with her, my boy,

and with the right

understanding on your part,

I have high hopes for

her eventual recovery.

Oh, I'll be in town

for a few days.

If you need me, just call.

Well,

my faithful husband, no less.

You finally decided

to come home.

What's the matter, Harry?

Couldn't you stand the

suspense any longer?

Couldn't you wait another minute

for the psychiatrist's verdict?

What did he say, Harry?

Does he think I'm crazy, too?

No one thinks

you're crazy, Nancy.

How nice.

Then you believe me? You

believe I saw the satellite?

It's not the first time

someone has seen a satellite.

Right in the road,

with a giant in it?

Don't be so

condescending, Harry.

I know what you're thinking.

I know why Dr. Cushing was

here, and I know who called him.

All right, I called him.

He's here for your

own good, Nancy.

And I know where you

spent the night last night.

You seem to have

a lot of information.

Well, I don't like being

tailed in my own home.

Here. Your giant friend

may come looking for this.

Harry, wait. Where

are you going?

Ask Jess.

Wouldn't you like something to

eat, Mrs. Archer? The doctor said...

Oh, Jess, quit mincing

around and leave me alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is KRKR-TV.

And now more

news of high fliers.

Nancy Archer, the

former Nancy Fowler,

heiress to the Fowler millions

and owner of the fabulous

star of India diamond,

has joined that ever-expanding

international society

of satellite seers.

From the Archer's palatial

home away from home

comes a report that Mrs. Archer

has not only been

seeing a sociable satellite,

but it's inhabited as well.

A 30-foot giant.

Was he pink, with

big ears and tusks?

Well, maybe Mrs. Archer,

who has recently been feuding

with her husband handsome Harry,

has finally found a man

from out of this world.

A man who could

love her for herself.

Come, come, now, Mrs. Archer.

A man can ignore

one million dollars,

but 50? That's too much to ask,

even from the man in the moon.

What happened?

So I'm crazy. I'm

seeing things, am I?

Jess, get the car.

I'm going out into the

desert and find that thing,

and you're going with me.

Well, don't just

stand there. Go on.

You're being ridiculous, Nancy.

There's nothing out there.

You don't believe me?

Well, you're wrong.

You're all wrong.

And you're drunk, Nancy.

Why don't you try to sleep it off?

Not until I've proved

it to myself and to you.

We'll drive on the side roads.

I have a strange feeling

it's out there somewhere,

waiting for me.

I'm certain of it.

And if it isn't?

Then I'm crazy and

should be committed.

The car's out in front, ma'am.

Jess, get the revolver.

What's the g*n for?

We're going hunting, remember?

Let's go.

Nothing.

Just sand and space.

Well, seen enough?

Keep driving.

There!

Stop the car,

Harry. There it is!

I don't see a thing.

I saw a flash

behind those hills.

All right, all right.

I'll turn around.

Hurry!

Well, now we've combed

all through these hills.

You saw it. There's

nothing out here.

Just emptiness.

Well, should we

drive on a little further?

I'm sorry, Harry.

I'm sorry.

That's it!

I did see it!

Oh, I told you!

I was right. I was right!

It's real. It's real!

Nancy!

Nancy, come back here!

Come back here!

Let's get out of here!

Nancy!

It's real!

It's real!

I'm not crazy! I did see it!

It's a satellite!

Wait, come here!

Harry, touch it! I did see it!

Harry!

Harry! Harry!

Help me! Harry! Harry!

Harry! Harry!

Harry, help me!

Harry!

What have you done

with Mrs. Archer?

Get out of my way.

You're not leaving this room,

and you tell me

what happened to her.

You aren't gonna

get away with it.

Give me the sheriff's office.

Get dressed and pack, quick.

Huh, what's the matter?

No time for questions

and answers now.

Here. We're getting out of here.

Oh, what did you do, rob

the First National Bank?

Shut up and get moving. Come on.

Oh, all right. All right.

Nobody wants to

get out of this dump

worse than I do.

Hey.

Those are the

only clothes I've got.

You finished yet?

You just got here.

If you saw what I saw,

you'd have jumped out

of your skin to get moving.

Here, zip me.

Come on, come on, come on.

All right, all right.

Where are we going?

Out of here, but fast.

You going someplace?

Uh, Miss Parker is leaving town.

It's kind of sudden, ain't it?

The night clerk here didn't

know anything about it.

Well, well, she... she does now.

No. I'm sorry, Mr. Archer,

but Sheriff Dubbitt wants

to see you in his office,

the both of you.

You're making a

mistake, Charlie.

Let's go.

Aw, let me see

now. You got 3 sixs,

you got the queen of

hearts, that's a heart run,

so safest card in the deck.

Hey, what do you

want that card for?

And that's a gin.

I don't want to play anymore.

Ah, it's getting

daylight already.

Chief's always worrying

about the taxpayers' money.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Mary.

No doubt, and I wasn't

dancing at Tony's club.

I was out picking up a

couple of guests of the sheriff.

Yeah, he's out in the desert

now with a posse, looking for the...

oh, they did, huh?

On the pool house?

Hey, what do you

know about that?

Huh? Yeah.

They found Mrs. Archer.

Oh, I don't know

how she got there.

Hey, maybe by a helicopter, huh?

Yeah, all right, Mary.

Look, will you take any

messages that come in?

Yeah, we're on

our way right now.

Yeah, bye, sweetie.

We'll take your

wife's imperial, right?

Yeah, right.

I imagine your wife

was home all the time

on top of the pool

house, loaded.

How serious is it, Dr. Cushing?

Oh, it's too early to tell,

but we should get

her to a hospital

as soon as she's strong

enough to be moved.

Those hours of exposure

on the roof didn't help any,

especially the way

she was dressed.

It's not the exposure

that worries me.

It's those scratches

on her throat.

That's Mr. Archer now.

And honey.

I never would have thought it.

Better let me do the

talking, Dr. Cushing.

What's wrong with Nancy?

Doctor, what happened?

I'll ask the

questions, Mr. Archer.

Now suppose you

tell me what happened.

I'm in no mood

for games, Sheriff.

I wouldn't go up there

if I were you, Harry.

There's some possibility

she may have been contaminated.

There's evidence of

some kind of radiation.

Of course, we can't be sure.

Now you tell me what

happened out there, Mr. Archer.

Out where?

Jess told us.

You drove Mrs. Archer out into

the desert last night with his g*n.

You came back alone.

Now, uh, what

happened to Mrs. Archer,

and what happened to the

diamond she was wearing?

He's lying.

I left the house alone,

right after you, Dr. Cushing.

That's right.

Harry was with me all evening.

We were just

stepping out for air

when your deputy stopped us.

Dr. Cushing, it's time for

that injection you ordered.

Thank you, nurse. Thank you.

I wouldn't have

believed it, Harry.

I'm very disappointed.

Well, there seems

to be a difference...

Careful with that, nurse.

Exactly .75 cc.

One way or another.

When Mrs. Archer

regains consciousness,

she'll corroborate

me, Sheriff Dubbitt.

Well, where does that leave us?

Nowhere.

Just don't try to

leave town for a while,

and that means

you, too, Miss Parker.

We have nothing to hide.

We'll be around.

Come on, honey. I'll

drive you back into town.

According to Jess,

Mr. Archer drove his wife

out into the desert last night

and came home alone.

Well, there's one thing

you can be certain about.

Jess is absolutely trustworthy.

He's been with Nancy

since she was a little girl.

I know he's telling the truth.

What's the matter?

Our necks are way out if

Nancy comes to and talks.

There is a way out, if

you've got the nerve.

Try me.

The serum that private nurse is

using in her hypodermic needle...

I, um, I heard

the doctor tell her

that an overdose would be fatal.

Money certainly brings out

the best in you, doesn't it?

Have you got the nerve?

Read the morning papers.

Slide over and drive to town.

I've got things to do.

Doctor!

Dr. Cushing!

Something's happened

to Mrs. Archer!

Something's happened

to Mrs. Archer.

Astounding growth.

Meat hooks,

4 lengths of chain.

Oh, the chains you were

expecting are here, doctor.

Good. I'll tell

Dr. Loeb at once.

Meat hooks,

4 lengths of chain,

40 gallons of plasma...

And an elephant syringe?

The chains are here.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Heinrich, what

do you make of it?

Fantastic.

I've made every

test in the book.

There's no diagnosis.

Look at this slide.

Dermal connective tissue.

Filaria?

If it only were filaria,

we'd have something to go on,

a beginning.

There's not even

streptococci infection

to incite inflammation

of the lymph channels.

What could it be?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

We may find our

answer when we operate.

Giantism can result from

an overactive forward lobe

of the pituitary

process, you know.

Then you think

surgery is indicated?

Except for that one thing.

The blue-green color around

the scratches at her throat...

I would venture to say

it's some sort of radiation

which we in medicine

have never touched upon.

Fortunately, the dose she

received was not deadly.

Then you... you

feel there is hope.

With surgery, yes.

We'll have to have the husband's

permission to operate, of course.

There's always hope as

long as there's faith, Raymond.

I almost gave you up, baby.

I've been reading the papers.

I told you what

happened on the phone.

We've got problems again.

That new doctor, Van

Loeb, thinks he can help her.

Bring me a drink, will you?

What's the matter?

Your conscience

bothering you, Harry?

You know, the trouble with us

is we've both got

the same disease...

money...

And happy ways of spending it.

I missed you.

Has she talked yet?

She's still in a coma.

They're looking for me now

to give them

permission to operate.

That's great.

That's wonderful.

You just hide out and let

her blow up like a balloon.

You can pull now, Heinrich.

Steady.

Give me a boost, Charlie.

Nothing.

Yeah, I can see that from here,

uh, almost.

There's a ladder over there.

Charlie.

Huh?

Wow.

What is it?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it wasn't

made by a Japanese gardener.

Go get Jess. Tell him

to get down here pronto.

Excuse me.

Jess.

Sheriff Dubbitt

wants to see you...

Right away.

I thought you two

might like a cool...

Did you ever see anything like

this around here before, Jess?

A giant footprint.

Maybe Mrs. Archer wasn't so...

I've been thinking

the same thing myself.

Hey, look. There's

another one over there.

Hey, look, there's another one.

Charlie!

We've got to keep

quiet about this thing.

Everybody'll think we're nuts.

Be dark in a half hour.

We'll follow these things,

see where they lead. - We will?

- Mrs. Archer has a station wagon.

- Good!

Run my car into town and

get the riot g*n, Charlie.

Bring a couple of grenades and

some tear gas and flashlights, too.

Tear gas? Grenades?

We'll leave as soon

as you get back.

You'd better plan on being

up all night tonight, Charlie.

We gotta have

somebody in the office

in case Jess and I

want to get in touch.

Oh, sure. You know, I'd

like to go with you, Chief.

There'll be no

charge for overtime.

Come on, Jess. There's

still some daylight left.

Let's follow these things.

Excuse me, Chief.

Back it up.

Amazing.

Here.

We'd better walk

the rest of the way.

There's a radio

phone in the car.

Shouldn't we call for help?

No use yelling for outside

interference till we see what we got.

Harry must have brought

her out here and left her,

and then this... this giant

must have taken her home

and put her on

the pool house roof.

Amazing.

Look.

My g*n.

He emptied it before he ran.

At what?

Over here.

Look.

The star of India.

Mrs. Archer was right.

The thing was after her diamond.

Diamonds everywhere,

different colors.

Must be used to power

this thing in some way.

Let's take this one

and get out of here.

Charlie. Charlie.

The radio's shot, too.

Might as well start walking.

We'll come back

for all this stuff later.

It's gonna be a long walk.

I've known Nancy

since she was born.

In those days, she

was a beautiful child...

fresh, young, full

of the joys of life,

but in the last few years,

after her marriage, she changed.

Her health seemed to rise and

fall with the tide of her emotion.

Very sad case.

A case not infrequent in

this supersonic age we live in.

I'm afraid I was

unwise in advising her

to take Harry back

after they'd separated.

Who knows, my friend?

When women reach

the age of maturity,

mother nature sometimes

overworks their frustration

to a point of irrationalism,

like the middle-aged

man of our age

who finds himself

looking longingly

at a girl in her early 20s.

Harry!

What was that?

Harry!

Harry!

I-I'll get Dr. Cushing.

Harry, I want out of here.

Nancy, Nancy, calm

yourself. Morphine.

Harry's asleep in his

room. He'll be right here.

Harry!

Call the sheriff!

Harry.

Harry!

Sheriff's office, please.

And hurry,

operator. It's urgent.

Harry.

Hello? Sheriff Dubbitt.

Have you found Mr. Archer yet?

No, ma'am, but I left

messages everywhere in town.

Oh, she did, huh? She is?

Yes, ma'am. I know

it's an emergency.

All right, I will right away.

Hi, Mary. Look, I'm

going over to Tony's club,

and then I'm heading

out to the Archers'.

If Sheriff Dubbitt calls in, tell him

he better get out there, too, will ya?

Ok. Thank you, baby. Bye.

Oh, no.

There's no cutting here

in Tony's club, buddy.

Uh, Mr. Archer...

Hey, it's the deputy.

What can we do for

you this time, Charlie?

Your house has been trying

to get you all evening, sir.

Didn't the bartender

give you my message?

He did. And now you've

delivered it in person.

Anything else?

No. Well, yes, there is.

They say it's important.

An emergency.

Well, thanks.

All right.

Listen, where were we, huh?

Here.

Oh, yeah.

Never should've tried to

keep this out of the papers.

The poor girl... she's had

so much publicity all her life.

I'm afraid now

there's no alternative.

We'll have to notify

the authorities.

If you hadn't succeeded

in giving her that sedative,

there's no telling what

would've happened.

Well, thank heaven we got

the chains on her arms and legs.

How long will the

morphine be effective?

No telling with the

size of her body,

but we'll have to keep

her under sedation

till the state police arrive.

I-I'll phone the

authorities at baker.

Operator.

Doctor! Dr. Cushing, it's

her. She's come to again.

Dr. Cushing! Pull yourself

together. More morphine.

Operator. Operator.

Operator. This is

Mary, your operator.

What's going on there?

What's happening?

Hurry with that morphine.

She's loose!

She'll tear the roof off.

That's it. I'm

getting out of here.

Operator. Operator.

Damn.

I know where my husband is.

He's with that woman!

I'll find him.

She's going.

A tank couldn't have

done a better job.

See? She's heading for town.

Hi, Chief. I was just on

my way over to the Archers'.

I think Miss Archer

finally came to.

Uh, say, they been

asking for you over there.

Did you find anything out there?

Get moving, will you?

Yeah, sure, sure. Hop in.

Where's the station

wagon, Chief?

Doctor!

Doctor, give us a

hand with the door!

Here's the sheriff's car!

Holy Toledo!

What happened?

Thank heaven

you're here, Sheriff.

It's Mrs. Archer.

She's on a rampage.

We've got to warn the town!

She's grown into a giant!

Never mind. Get in the car.

We'll explain as we go along.

Drive to town!

Uranium. Ehh!

These are just made to eke forth

a lot of junk to

sell to the people.

It ain't like the old days

when we could go

out prospecting for gold

with a sluice box and water.

I can see it now.

Come on, Harry!

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey. Tony, something's

happened to your lights.

I got eyes. I can see.

Who needs lights?

Well, I need another drink.

Hey, tone. Tony...

Ah, you're a good

for nothing, Tony.

Attaboy, tone.

He's a mellow fellow.

Happy birthday, honey.

Well, wouldn't you know it?

Ha ha!

Can't you drive any faster?

What happened?

Was it a giant woman?

Going toward town?

Let's hurry!

Harry!

She'll tear up the whole

town till she finds Harry.

Yeah. And then

she'll tear up Harry.

See if you can locate him

and put him in the police car.

We'll try and draw her off.

I'll call baker for help.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Let's get the sheriff.

Hey, what's going on here?!

Harry!

Sounds like someone's

calling your name.

Harry!

Harry!

It's your wife!

She's wrecking the

town looking for you!

I gotta get you out of here!

No! No!

If she sees me out there,

she'll k*ll me! She's crazy!

Come on, Mr. Archer.

We gotta get out of here!

You're a deputy. Do something!

Yeah. Yeah.

I can't sh**t a lady!

Give me the g*n.

Give me that g*n!

No! No! No, Mrs. Archer!

No! No!

Help me with this beam, Charlie!

She's dead!

No... no. Nancy,

Nancy!

No!

Nancy!

Nancy...

Nancy, no!

Nancy!

No!

Nancy, don't!

Oh, no!

Don't! Nancy!

You k*lled honey.

Nancy, no! Put me down!

Honey...

Nancy...

No! Nancy, no!

No!

I can't breathe!

She's got Harry!

She's got Harry!

Why doesn't the

sheriff do something?!

Put him down, Mrs. Archer!

This thing's no good!

Sheriff, you...

you're not going

to use that on her?!

What do you want me to

do... put salt on her tail?!

She's down!

Well, let's take a look.

Come on.

All right. Everybody

keep back now.

Come on. Stand back there.

I still can't believe it.

She finally got

Harry all to herself.