Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, The


This is Operation Experiment.

A secret base far north of the Arctic Circle.

Experiment was the code name for this

top-priority scientific expedition.

These men arrived here on X-day minus 60.

It has taken them the full

two months to get ready.

Today is X-day.

It is now H-hour minus 59 minutes.

There is less than an hour left.

The plane must arrive at its rendezvous

200 miles away in exactly 58 minutes.

There can be no margin for error.

There can be no second chance.

This is the rendezvous. The forward

observation post where scientists...

...and their aides double-check equipment

and wait for the plane's approach.

It is now H-hour minus 81 seconds.

At H-hour minus 75 seconds,

the radar antenna flashes the word.

There it is! Azimuth: 63 degrees.

Airplane sighted: 13 hours, 11 minutes.

63 degrees.

Approximately 350 miles per hour.

Professor Tom Nesbitt and Col. John Evans,

military liaison, tensely wait.

The timing is perfect, thus far.

It is now H-hour minus 56 seconds.

Every man here knows his job.

He does it quickly, efficiently, silently.

The men are ready.

The equipment is ready.

It is now H-hour minus 52 seconds.

Operation Experiment to Y-3-4-7.

Operation Experiment to Y-3-4-7.


Y-3-4-7 to Operation Experiment.

Now leveling off.

Ground speed:

Approaching IP.

IP means initial point.

The next 26 seconds will determine whether

these men have succeeded or failed.

Now we count the seconds.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

...five, four, three, two, one.

Charlie, look!

Col. Evans, there's something

strange on the radar screen.

- What's the matter, Charlie?

- Right here, sir. A foreign object.

- It's gone.

- What's gone?

- I don't know, sir.

- It silhouetted like 500 tons, at least.

- Where is it, then?

- I don't know, sir.

- Are you sure we saw it?

- We saw something.

Maybe the shock tossed something in front

of the antenna. That must have been it.

Eight weeks of preparation,

and it's all over in a second.

Jack, when energy of that magnitude

is released, it's never over.

What the cumulative effects of these

atomic explosions and tests will be...

...only time can tell.

- You mean scientists can't tell?

The world's been here for millions of years.

Man's been walking upright for

a comparatively short time.

Mentally, we're still crawling.

This test will add to our knowledge.

Wouldn't you say so, Ritchie?

That's right.

Every time one of these goes off...

...I feel we're helping to write

the first chapter of a new Genesis.

Let's hope we don't find ourselves writing

the last chapter of the old one.

- You sound like a man who's scared, Tom.

- What makes you think I'm not?

Here are the figures, Tom.

We'll leave for the observation

post in about an hour.

- Good. Loomis?

- Yes, sir?

- Get the equipment ready.

- Yes, sir.

You gentlemen. The moment your Geiger

counters indicate heavy radiation, turn back.

Turn back? Colonel, we'll run back.

There isn't a hero in the crowd.

Post 16.

Shall we try to go around, sir?

No, wait here for us.

We'll go up on foot.

- What's your reading?

- 19.7. We'd better get out.

I'll check post 17. You take 18,

and I'll meet you back here.

Make it fast.

Sgt. Willistead.


But they've gone on foot.


What's the matter?

There's a blizzard coming up!


Tom! Tom!



Tom, I can't move.

Something's wrong with my leg.

I'm coming down.

- Have they reported back yet?

- No, not yet. We're waiting.

Tom, Tom! Get out, Tom!

A monster!

- A prehistoric monster!

- Quiet, quiet. Don't struggle.

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