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