The Beast with a Million Eyes

Synopsis: An alien space craft lands in the desert. The alien takes over the minds of some of the local humans and animals and is able to see through them. The animals attack and the terror begins.
Genre: Horror, Sci-Fi
Production: MGM
 
IMDB:
3.4
PASSED
Year:
1955
75 min
33 Views


The Beast With a Million Eyes (1955)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

BEAST:
I need this world.

From millions of light years

away, I approach your planet.

Soon, my spaceship lands on Earth.

I need your world.

I feed on fear, live on human hatred.

I, a strong mind,

without flesh or blood,

want your world.

First, the unthinking,

the birds of the air,

the animals of the forest,

then the weaker of men

shall all do my bidding.

They shall be my ears, my

eyes, until your world is mine.

And because I see your most secret acts,

you will know me as the

Beast With a Million Eyes.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

ALLAN:
A date ranch in the off-season

is the Ioneliest place in the world.

When you've lived through

10 years of off-seasons,

it does things to you.

Not very nice things, I'm afraid.

This is my ranch, not

much of a place anymore.

We've been losing money

for three years now

and I guess that makes me a failure.

At least, my wife seems to think so.

But it isn't just the fact

that the ranch is going bust,

and it isn't just being alone out

here day after day, year after year.

It has something to do with the

feeling you get when you start thinking,

"What's out there, just beyond

the grove, surrounding us?"

The vast and cruel world,

still, dry, deadly,

slowly withering beneath the

white heat of that desert sun,

the perfect place to hatch

a brood of horror or of hate.

Perhaps it began out there, the hate.

Something that goes far

deeper than angry words,

a growing, twisting thing

that's slowly destroying us.

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

Carol, we've got to settle this.

ALLAN:
We're sending Sandy

to college in the fall.

CAROL:
I won't let her go.

The money's in the bank. It's

going to be used for her schooling.

If you want to know the truth, it

has nothing to do with the money.

Carol, what's the matter with you?

ALLAN:
We can't keep her here

on the ranch all her life.

- Give her a chance.

- Chance? I never had a chance.

She's your daughter. Do

you hate your own daughter?

Sometimes, when I see

her, so young and pretty,

with all the best years ahead

of her, the years I missed.

Yeah, sometimes I think I do hate her.

That's it! Run away! You

haven't got the courage to...

(EX CLAIMING)

(SIGHING)

- Carol, I...

- Oh, get out.

Get out!

Sandy, how long?

Sandy, I told you to

keep that dog out of here.

Come on, boy!

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

I don't suppose it

really matters, but...

Does anything really

matter to you anymore?

Well, I'm sorry she heard.

I... I didn't mean to...

You say a lot of things

you don't mean, Carol,

but you still say them, don't you?

Yeah. I'm not easy to

get along with, am I?

Oh, I don't know. I think I

could stand it, except for...

Out there.

All that wasteland and mountains.

We might as well be on another planet.

Oh, Allan, without Sandy, I don't

know what would happen to me.

It'd be just you and me and

him, always watching.

Why doesn't he ever

go away on his day off?

Always watching us. Heaven

knows, thinking what thoughts.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

We've been over this before. You

must know by now he's harmless.

I've never been sure.

I've got to flood the

north grove this morning.

I'll be home for lunch.

(ENGINE STARTING)

I want you to get out. Go on!

Who's there? Sandy, is that you?

Duke, how did you get in here?

- It's my fault.

- Well, it doesn't matter.

I taught him how to

open the screen door.

- Where are you going?

- Swimming.

Sandy, there's something I'd...

- Will you be back for lunch?

- Do you really care?

Come on, Duke.

Come on, Duke. Here, boy!

(DUKE BARKING)

(BARKING)

Come on, Duke.

Come on! Come on!

(WHOOPING)

Come on.

(HIGH-PITCHED HUMMING)

Allan! Allan!

(SOBBING)

Crazy pilots. Always showing off.

What's the matter, boy?

It's all right.

Why, you're shaking.

Funny, I feel sort of shivery myself.

(BARKING)

Come on, Duke. Let's go home.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

Come down from there!

What are you doing up there? Come down!

Stop that!

What were you doing up there?

You scared me half to death.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

You couldn't even tell

me if you wanted to.

You can't even say your own

name, if you ever had one.

No, I'm meeting my father

in just a few minutes.

Do you hear? My father will be here.

Go on.

Now, where did he go?

Duke! Duke?

This is not funny, Sheriff.

They must have been

inches away from the roof.

No, I didn't see a plane, but...

What else could it have been?

No, it didn't sound exactly like a

plane. There was sort of a humming noise.

But there are so many

new ones these days.

All I know is that all my good

glassware and pretty windows are broken.

I didn't hear a crash, anyway.

Well, how do I know?

You're the sheriff, do

something! Report it, I guess.

(SIGHING)

People aren't safe anywhere these days.

All right. And see you don't forget.

Goodbye.

(EX CLAIMING)

(SOBBING)

No.

No food now. Later.

Get out.

Get out!

(SIGHING)

(SOBBING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Duke!

Here, Duke!

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

- Good morning, Ben.

- Hi, Allan.

A little early in the day to be

milking old Sarah, isn't it, Ben?

Oh, time don't matter to Sarah.

(LAUGHING)

Well, just as long as she has

enough left for us tomorrow.

Don't you worry, Allan.

Ben, did you ever hear of

blackbirds attacking a man?

No, why?

Just wondering.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I wouldn't have been surprised

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Tom Filer

Thomas Carson Filer (born December 1, 1956) is a retired Major League Baseball pitcher. He played during six seasons at the major league level for the Chicago Cubs, Toronto Blue Jays, Milwaukee Brewers, and New York Mets. He was signed by the New York Yankees as an amateur free agent in 1978. Filer played his first professional season with their Class-A (Short Season) Oneonta Yankees in 1979, and his last with the Mets' Triple-A Norfolk Tides in 1993. He graduated from La Salle University with a B.S. in Marketing. He is currently the Assistant Pitching Coordinator for the Pittsburgh Pirates. more…

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