Synopsis: New York police are bemused by a spate of reports of a giant flying lizard that has been spotted around the rooftops of New York, which they assume to be bogus until the lizard starts to eat people. An out-of-work, ex-con piano player is the only person who knows the location of the monster's nest and is determined to turn the knowledge to his advantage, but will his gamble pay off or will he end up as lizard food?
Genre: Crime, Horror, Mystery
Director(s): Larry Cohen
Production: Blue Underground
Rotten Tomatoes:
93 min


Oh, hello again

you little creep.

Here again today! How many times can

you wash that same dumb window?

There's my girlfriend.

I love you.

Oh, jeez.


No, only in black. I can give it

to you if I call the factory.

Guess who's on my ledge again?

That little jerk.

I know you love me.

I know you love me.

Oh, that driving me crazy

with that squeaking.

Yeah. I'll check with the

factory and get back to you.

Ha! I wish he'd take a walk.

Huh? Hey, what are you

looking for?

Looking for the head.

The only place I haven't looked

is up in the parapets.

Won't be much left of it. You ever

drop a cantaloupe from 40 stories?

All right, so what the hell

do you make out of all this?

Well, I figure something fell

out of one of the windows

from the floor up above

and hit him.

Sheared his head clean off. A big shard

of glass or something like that.

There's no broken

windows up there.

Oh, sh*t. Maybe his head

just got loose and fell off.

Look, what do you want from me?

The entire gig shouldn't take

more than three

and a half minutes, right?

In and out.

Hey, Quinn.

Take it yes on

the cashew chicken will you?

I'm sorry,

I thought you had some.

You got to watch this guy,

you know.

I'm telling you,

he's a nervous eater.

You got to defend yourself

over here.

Now, let's talk business.

I'm strictly a wheelman.

I don't go inside.

And I don't carry a piece.

And my cut is 20%.

Oh, no, no, no.

Your cut is 12.5%.

And you haven't worked

in eight months.

Well, Quinn,

what's it going to be?

In or out?

I'll let you know.

You better let us know

real soon, Quinn.

Oh, you're not

the only action in town.

Oh! No, our friend

has other prospects here.

- I might have another job.

- Oh, yeah, huh, Quinn?

Working, yeah.

Better step outside, son.

You don't want to see this.

He told the bellhop

he was going to visit a museum.

What museum?

Boy, I'm telling you.

Somebody did a terrific job

on this guy with all

the right tools.

Peeled him like an orange.

Not your

ordinary psychopath, huh?

Bought a copy of "Q" magazine

and took off.

In less than six hours,

somebody skinned him.

Flayed is the correct term

I think.

But you don't

hear it much anymore.

At least not

in that last ten centuries.

Well, if you think that's weird.

Yesterday we had a window washer

whose head just floated away

like a balloon.

You never show your emotions

you're always

keeping it cool

you take your time,

there's no worry

now everybody is pushing

they're trying

to get through

dancing, dancing,

go through the plan

but you know

that you're in the air

when you can't even trust

a friend

and too close to the flame

What is this?

What is this?



oh, no!

Oh, my God!

Get it off!



Oh, Jesus!

Hey, who's up there?


Hey, we don't open

till six o'clock.

Oh, yeah, I know that.

But I heard that you're

looking for a musician

on Mondays and Tuesday nights.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, so I play a little bit.

And I thought maybe I show you.

Where did you hear that?

Oh, I just, uh--

I heard it.

Go ahead, help yourself.

- Oh, thanks.

- Do something.

All right, I will.

And I won't hurt the piano

like them rock signers.

They hurt pianos.

I treat them real nice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just play something, huh?

Yeah, I will. And, you know,

this piano couldn't be hurt.

Go away, evil dreams

leave my baby, or don't

go away evil dreams

go away now

she wakes up

crying every night

Hey, uh-- did you ever find

that guy's head yet?

No, I looked around.

What do you do?

Two straight hearts

too red wine

tell me a story

Hey, that's all right.

That's fine.

I got another job anyway.

Sounded okay to me.

Yeah, what the f*** do you mean?

Yeah, what do I know?

Okay, we go in on the hour.

Give me the paper bag.

Stash this under your coat.

What are you giving me this for?

I don't take revolvers.

- Let's go.

- What do you mean?

I'm staying here,

I'm not going anywhere.

We have a deal, man.

- Not with me you don't.

- Hey, come on, dude.

You take an equal share,

then you take an equal chance.

Let's go.

Hey, Morgan,

I'm gonna wait here.

Move it. Now.

- Is it loaded?

- Come on.


I could blow my nuts off.

Paul, who are those guys?

Put it down!

Oh, holy sh*t, no keys.

Oh, sh*t.

Where's my f***ing bag?

Come on, come on,

answer the phone.

Yes, hello,

is Howard price there?

This is Jimmy Quinn.

I got to talk to Howard price.

I'm a client of his.

No, well, get him on the phone.

I'm in big trouble.

I don't care if he's in

a meeting, get him on the phone.

Tell him I'm on my way

down there-- not to leave.

Don't leave for lunch

or anything, okay?

Jimmy Quinn is on his way,

all right? Okay.

Hey! It's Jimmy Quinn!

Come on.

Open up!


Just what I need.


Hey! I hear you!

Come on out! You get a year

for this, you f***ing wacko.


Hey, I hear you!

Ah, the hell with it.

I'm almost afraid of everything,

but I never been afraid

of heights.

Look at that.

A few minutes ago

I was in the gutters.

Now I'm top of the world.

Let's go to lunch, fellas!

Come on, pack your gear,

let's go to lunch.

Hey, who got my lunch pail?

What are you looking at me for?

Look at this, it's me again.

Everything he's missing,

it's me.

Your umbrella, your

ruler, your Popsicle!

You wouldn't miss a Popsicle

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Larry Cohen

Lawrence G. "Larry" Cohen (born July 15, 1941) is an American film producer, director, and screenwriter. He is best known as a B-Movie auteur of horror and science fiction films – often containing a police procedural element – during the 1970s and 1980s. He has since concentrated mainly on screenwriting including the Joel Schumacher thriller Phone Booth (2002), Cellular (2004) and Captivity (2007). In 2006 Cohen returned to the directing chair for Mick Garris' Masters of Horror TV series (2006); he directed the episode "Pick Me Up". more…

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