Attack of the Mayan Mummy (1964) - full transcript
Following the death of his sister, who was co-director with him of the Cowan Research Center in Pasadena, Dr. Frederick Munson was ousted and replaced by his widowed brother-in-law, Dr. Edmund Redding. Through Redding's son, Timmy, Munson has been able to learn of a secret project at the institute involving the use of hypnosis to regress subjects to past lives, which information Munson passes along to a friend, Dr. John Janney. To a newspaper editor-friend, Munson relates what happened next: through the hypnotic regression, Redding established that Ann Taylor was a reincarnated Aztec woman and, via her recovered memories, was able to find hidden chambers in the Great Pyramid of Yucatan, which store a treasure of the ancient Aztecs. However, the treasure was guarded by a living mummy, which killed Redding but was captured and brought back to Pasadena by Redding's assistants. As Munson conspired to regain control of the Cowan Institute, Janney plotted to steal the mummy and learn its secrets. A hired thief locates the mummy, but it escapes him, and makes for the home of Ann Taylor...
Sit down, Doctor,
make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you.
- Cigar?
No, I believe not, thanks.
Is there something
I can get you?
No, thank you. I am
quite alright the way I am.
As a matter of fact I just
finished a rather large lunch.
You are not celebrating, I hope.
Celebrating?
I'm afraid I don't follow.
Uh, excuse me. That was
a little below the belt.
I was referring to
your envious position
of being personally
inside the story.
You have that rare opportunity
that comes all too
seldom to any of us.
To scoop this as well
as the other newspapers
on that television
broadcast of yours.
By the time we go to press
and hit the streets,
the story will be
almost a follow up.
Ha-ha. Well I'm afraid I won't
be broadcasting the story
to anyone except you yourself.
You see,
I've decided to give up my
radio and television
work completely.
I should never have gone
into it in the first place.
I realize now from things
that have come to pass
that a scientist is best suited
to sit in front of a microscope.
Not a camera. At least one
of my temperament that is.
- Can I use that in a story?
- Yes, if you like.
You sound to me Dr. Munson,
as if you are completely
closing out a chapter.
As if everything
that has happened
has left you almost
with a sense of shame
and I may add a certain
degree of bitterness.
Well, I'm not bitter.
I feel certain that all of
that is far in the past.
Shame? Yes.
That is a good description of
men who allow themselves
to be carried away
with dreams of riches,
and create violence and death
in the wake of what might have
been perhaps, tremendous
discoveries of science.
Certainly you don't feel
responsible for every mistake
generated by others
in your profession?
Ha-ha. If you did, you'd
have yourself a full-time job,
and never get it done at that.
Let me put it this way. You
have a certain code of ethics
that you adhere to in
running a newspaper.
You don't print a story that
you feel would be false
or misleading. Do you?
A newspaper serves the public.
It is a different
situation entirely.
And you feel that
science doesn't?
Well, ultimately, of course
it does, but men like yourself
are given the freedom of choice
in their own motivations.
There is where
the difference is.
All newspapers conform to
the same basic premise.
And there is no need for
any personal analysis,
even when you are hired out
by some other publication.
In the field of science,
however,
personal implications are likely
to vary all the way from, uh,
well, duality to
complete opposites.
I'd say there is a tremendous
difference between,
well, say yourself and
your Dr. Janning.
After all, he is not here to
give me the story, but you are.
Well, I can't deal too
harshly with Dr. Janning
when I know that it
was my own doing
that got him involved
in the first place.
I understand that he
volunteered to work with you.
Perhaps he did.
Perhaps, we all
volunteered at the beginning.
But I can tell you one thing.
Most of the doctors
at Cowan Research
would have pulled out fast
if they realized where the
events would lead them.
Uh, Dr. Munson, suppose
you start at the beginning.
Now, take it easy
and try to remember
everything that lead
up to last night.
I believe it is important
for me to fully understand
each detail in its
proper perspective.
Reporting is,
as you said yourself,
a responsibility of
complete accuracy.
I'm afraid it won't
be difficult for me to
remember everything
that has taken place.
Not at all.
Well, it all began ...
when conscientious work
and hypnotic regression.
That is, regressing
in individual past,
their present life to
previous incarnations.
It began to interest science
and it was studied by myself
and the rest of the staff at
Cowan Research Foundation.
The Foundation, as you know,
was owned by my sister
who was widow of Professor Cowan
before she married
Edmond Redding.
Redding was made head of staff
just before my sister
was killed in a jet crash.
Well, certain inconsistencies
in my sister's will pointed out
that both myself and Redding
would be in complete control
of the Foundation in
the case of her death.
Now, after a lengthy court
battle, Redding won out,
and I was expelled from
the staff because of
certain animosities that
grew out of the proceedings.
Well, I am happy to say now that
it appears that the Foundation
will be reverted back
into my own control.
I was, of course, very grieved
being kept out of the work
and the lab that I had been
a part of for so many years.
And I was also very concerned
about my nephew Timmy
who was left now with only a
stepfather to take care of him.
All of my experimental notes
were left at the Foundation,
and I felt somewhat cheated!
And rather badly over losing
my key subject of the hypnosis,
Ann Taylor, who had
the marvelous capacity
to go into the trance state
and recall her previous life
with an ancient
Mayan civilization.
We found that she could
almost recall the exact location
inside a still existing Pyramid
of a possible huge
fortune of ancient gold.
Well, the phenomenal results
Redding had with Ann Taylor
was a subject of much
inquiry around the world,
and pressure was put
on Cowan Research
to make its findings known
to the science association.
Redding agreed to a symposium
at which time he would
explain to everyone in detail,
and open the case before
the entire association.
This occurred in
early September,
on a Friday afternoon,
just preceding the
labor day weekend.
(Clapping)
Gentlemen, Dr. Edmond Redding.
(Clapping)
As Redding began to speak,
it became immediately apparent
that he had a change
of heart and decided
it was in his own interest
to withhold the information
everyone had come to hear.
This was taken
with great surprise
by those who had
traveled thousands of miles
to attend the lecture.
He boldly brought out the fact
that even though he and
his staff believed firmly
in the open transfer
of new information
in the field in which he
himself had learned
because it had been built upon
the shoulders of all who
had worked before him.
His present results
would have to remain
within the confines
of his own group.
Little time had elapsed before
Redding found himself challenged
openly to reveal his reasons
for holding back the findings
and new understandings
of the Mayan civilization
they knew had been brought
about through his months of work
in hypnosis with Ann Taylor.
He was asked on
several occasions
questions that
were basic in nature
and these were answered
to a degree that would inhibit
the further points that
would naturally follow.
When he was
literally pressured into
directly pointed corner
of questioning,
Redding simply
refused to answer.
In expressing his
deep regret that
most of those present
would regard
his decision in the matter
as grossly a selfish one,
he insisted it was justified.
The fact remained that all
findings were at this point
inconclusive because
of the lack of time
he would need to verify factors
that were inconsistent
with the geographical standards
of the pyramid in Yucatan.
It became more and
more clear to the men
who spoke out their disbeliefs
of everything Redding had to say
that there must have developed
within the group at Cowan
a tremendous motivation
for their secrecy.
There was no doubting the fact
that the motivation such as this
was the age old
plague of man's lust
for that ever appearing
treasure of gold.
If this great fortune
were to be uncovered
by a group dedicated
to science, and particularly,
members of the association,
every research lab in existence
should be allowed to
share in the actual search.
Redding maintained
stubbornly that his interest
was primarily that of
proving or disproving
the statements of Miss Taylor
in her hypnotized state
as a Mayan princess, and the
reference to hidden chambers
within the pyramid
was not in effect
necessarily pertaining to gold.
The meeting was closed
quietly with Dr. Redding
assuming an attitude of
rather composed indifference
to men who had for
years supported his work.
Thank you.
Sit down, John. You must
be tired after so much flying.
I hope I'll be able to say
the trip was worthwhile.
You know, I'm not
usually and angry man,
no matter what
the circumstances,
but I'll say this farce of
Dr. Redding's today
has been enough
to upset my insides.
- Care for a drink?
- No thank you.
I had an ulcer flare up the
day before I left Hong Kong.
What with the long flight and
food from stop over hotels,
it was giving me trouble even
before I heard Redding talk.
Now it is really
beginning to hurt.
You ought to let me
check it out for you.
I 'am still practicing
medicine you know.
- No, I didn't.
- Oh yes.
I work every Monday
and Friday at a local clinic.
I think it is a good
idea to keep up with
the new developments at
the level of actual operation.
You know, you
haven't changed a bit
since you actually carried
me through medical school.
That is a long time to
maintain the same values.
I admire it very much.
And you?
-Me?
- Mm hm.
Well, I've accepted the fact
that I am only
referred to Dr. Janning,
not professor Janning as I
once hoped would be the case.
I'm afraid I dropped personal
ambition years ago.
And realized that this
so called Dr. Janning
wasn't in essence a Dr. at all
in the same sense as you
and some of my other friends.
I came to the conclusion
that my real talent lies in the
field of promoting research.
Making it possible for
others to get the Job done.
Well, administrative
work is just as important
- as slides under microscope.
- Well, perhaps.
- What about science reporting?
- Oh, that.
Now don't tell me that
you caught my television
- stunt in Hong Kong.
- No, it was in England.
Well, I didn't realize we
were spread out that much,
but for the record,
let me explain by saying that
any work that I have
been doing in front of a
microphone is just
merely a stop gap.
Most certainly not a career.
It was a job that was
offered to me and I accepted.
You see when I was
severed from Cowan
I unfortunately found myself
faced with the pressures of
everyday that effect all of us.
The most consistent
one being financial.
Ha-ha. I figured as much,
and that is precisely why I am
not going back to Hong Kong.
You're not?
Well, not for a
while yet anyway.
Well, you may call
me a mercenary,
an opportunist perhaps,
but the fact is that
things have been most
difficult for us at the
lab in Hong Kong.
We have been in financial
trouble for some time.
Now it is my job to righten
the ship, and at the same time
map out a course that
my researchers can follow.
Now I believe I can do that,
and at the same time map
out a similar course for you.
Are you referring
to the possibility
of uncovering Mayan gold?
Oh, I believe it is a bit
more than a possibility.
This girl, what is her name?
- Ann Taylor.
- Oh yes, Taylor.
Apparently she is the key to the
real issue, not Cowan Research.
If you could only persuade her
to break away from Redding
somehow or other, but
well, I suppose you have done
everything in that direction.
Well, I wrote you a
detailed history report
on how I first found
out about her ability
to recall her past life
under just mild hypnosis.
It was because of my
excitement and encouragement
that she consented to let
me take her to see Redding,
and also because she
was very aware of the fact,
the same as all of us,
that he holds the honor
of being top man in his field.
Her confidence has remained
very much the same.
Both herself and a small sister
live right there
on the premises.
I'm sure that nothing could
persuade them to leave.
Oh.
Well, then it seems a new
channel of thinking is in order.
I've already effected it.
- You have?
- Mm hmm.
Now tell me honestly if
you could use some help.
Oh, that goes without saying,
but how long could you stay
away from your own base?
There is absolutely no telling
how much time would be involved.
Most certainly no
assurance of success.
Leave the gambles up to me.
Both on the amount of time and
the chances of getting
our hands on that gold.
You realize of course that
I would want to share in it.
Well, there wouldn't
be any other reason
for you to get involved.
When you told me about
your financial problems,
my thought was how I
might be able to help you.
Yes, I'd be glad to share 50-50.
If there is anything to share.
If these stockpiles, or even
one of them could be located,
it would represent such wealth
that could actually
effect the gold standard.
A leak of information
is a definite possibility,
but what they don't know is
that the leak will not occur
after they make the search
of the pyramid as they fear,
but that it has already
begun to flow in a
steady stream of information
directly into my office.
- You have someone on the staff?
- Not exactly, but almost that.
Well, if this source is accurate
then you should know
precisely the date
they plan to leave
for the Pyramids.
I don't believe that I will
need any help to learn of that.
It will probably be carried
by every newspaper.
Redding knows that he won't
be able to keep his activities
a secret with regard to
anything like a plane trip,
and by the same token
he knows that nobody
would follow him
into the pyramid.
Because he would be
aware of their presence
and simply hold off on the
search until he was alone.
My plan is to learn
of the developments
just as though I were
actually going along with them.
In all justification,
you should be.
Well if I didn't truly believe
that I'd drop the entire thing.
I'm sure you would.
As for myself, I can't
claim to be drawn by
anything quite so scrupulous.
You remember I
did mention to you
that you might call
me an opportunist.
Well, now let's not
think about it like that.
You're one of the best
qualified men I know
when it comes to getting
any certain thing done.
Well, you may become somewhat
shocked at some of the methods
that are sometimes necessary
in the world of competition.
I'm still well connected
in this city with people
who deal with business that
is sometimes rather sticky,
If it should tum out that I
need their help on the project,
I hope you won't become alarmed.
No, I won't interfere
with your judgment.
Ahh, good. That should
simplify things a great deal.
Now, getting back to cases.
If your friend over at Cowan
is not a member of the staff,
who is he then?
(Laughs)
Well, he is my nephew Timmy.
A rather bright teenage boy
who has been loyal to me
ever since I had to leave.
Timmy wasn't favored when
my sister married Redding,
and when she died, he was
left not only without a mother,
but with a stepfather that
he had never really taken to.
Redding of course never
had the time to give the boy
the companionship to overcome
the usual stepson problem.
I believe that I have
been closer to Timmy
for years than anyone else.
He was positively shattered
when I had to leave the group.
But you stayed in close contact?
Oh, not openly.
Well, if Redding realized
the extent of our relationship
he would cut Timmy off from
the work as a security measure.
- But how do you see him?
- Hmm, Timmy has a girlfriend.
I, uh, reach him by calling her.
She sets up the meetings.
As a matter of fact, I'm due to
set up an appointment right now.
I'm rather eager to learn
of Redding's feelings
after what happened today and
what his next move might be.
What I didn't know at the time
What I didn't know at the time
was the boy found
he would be unable
to get out of the house that
night and keep the appointment.
Timmy was instructed to go
to his room and stay there.
A mild protest
was to no avail
as Timmy knew
from past experiences.
His stepfather
was a firm individual
in a matter in which
he held conviction.
The men discussed
every possible obstacle
in the dangerous move Redding
had suddenly decided upon.
This move had been delayed
several times previously
out of fear of possible physical
harm effecting Ann Taylor.
In one mind there was
uncertainty and much doubt
that this night should
be the one in which
would bring about the maximum
depth of her Mayan existence.
Redding told of
his responsibility
towards everyone involved
and of his feeling that if
he should allow
himself to be influenced
by outside opinions
or for that matter,
even members of the staff,
then all their work could
fail due to indecision
which in his mind was far
worse than any research mistake.
Redding himself was as fearful
as any of the possible damage
that they could bring about
to the nervous centers
of Ann Taylor.
In the careful consideration
that time was all important
and knowing that
each individual including
Ann Taylor herself had
prepared themselves,
Redding reaffirmed his decision
and announced that they
would go ahead as planned.
(Music/Dancing)
Hi. Sorry I'm so late.
- This is Lynn.
- Hi.
Hi. I was beginning
to get a little worried.
- Where is Timmy?
- Oh he won't be here.
- Boy, what a hassle.
- Hassle?
Can I have a coke or
root beer or something?
Yeah, we had to walk all
the way from Broadway.
Oh, waitress!
Um, bring us a couple of cokes.
Um, is something
wrong with Timmy?
Oh, Timmy is alright.
That's okay.
She knows about everything.
- She helps me all the time.
-Oh, I see.
Things really got
fouled up tonight.
Yeah, Dr. Munson,
I hope we won't be getting
ourselves into trouble
with this messenger routine.
If it weren't for Timmy,
I wouldn't be running all over
half the town. Believe me.
Well, I'm sure that your
efforts will be rewarded.
I know that Timmy appreciates
your help as much as I do.
Now, now tell me what happened.
Well, I phoned tonight,
just after you called,
and at first I couldn't
even get him on the line.
One of the doctors told
me he had gone to bed.
Well I know Tim
and he is not about
to go to sleep anywhere
near that early.
(Laughter)
So I insisted on talking to him,
and finally I heard his voice
on one of the extensions.
- He gave me the surf jingle.
- The what?
The surf jingle.
It's what I always give you.
Sure, and when
Timmy gives it to me
it means to dummy up
and not say anything.
You know, like a password.
A what?
- What?
- Well, besides that,
I knew someone was
listening in on the other line.
So I just made some small
talk and then hung up.
After that we had to take a bus
all the way over there because
I knew Timmy would be waiting
for us at the downstairs window.
Well then you did speak to him?
- Yeah, we did.
- I tried to call you,
but you had already left.
At least I didn't get any
answer at your place.
When you got there,
what did he have to say?
Dr. Redding told
Timmy to go to his room
and that he couldn't under any
circumstances leave the house.
It seemed sort of funny,
so Timmy listened at the door
and found out that tonight
they are all going downstairs
to the lab to find out
once and for all
if their information
is for real.
Dr. Redding said something about
evidence of location,
or something like that.
Anyway, if the
experiment goes okay,
they will be leaving right
away for the ... Pyramids?
Pressure normal.
Pulse steady with
slight increase.
Probably nothing more
than the anticipation factor.
Now remember,
we won't let you go any
deeper than you did last night.
I understand.
Miss Taylor,
can you speak to us?
Miss Taylor, do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
I can hear you.
I can see as before.
The ancient land.
I see the mountains
which surround a city of stone.
Everything is of stone.
|'am part of the past
and of the city in
which I place myself
in obedience to the
ceremony of devotion
and to the offering of
hope before the shrine.
I see ...
a great chieftain ...
who approaches
in elegant splendor
and is frightening ...
though his powerful form
is surpassed by a
known supreme wisdom.
I am asked to never
enter the pyramid,
and yet I find myself
unable to comply with
my chieftain's request.
I am compelled again and
again to go into the pyramid
as if some great secret was to
be in revelation before my eyes.
There, she is alright.
(Ann crying)
Good evening.
This is Douglas Bank with all
the news from across the nation.
Dr. Edmond Redding
who heads the staff
at Cowan Research Foundation
in Pasadena
has departed for Yucatan
for what he has
described as an objective
first hand search of
the great pyramid there.
Dr. Redding, a naturalist,
has been successful in bringing
to life some starling facts
in the puzzles of
man's early civilization.
It isn't known
at this reporting
as to just what Dr. Redding is
hopeful to find in the pyramid
which is somewhat
of a tourist attraction
and has been searched,
in its upper levels at least,
many times previously.
Accompanying Dr. Redding
in the trip to Yucatan
are members of the staff of
the Cowan Research Foundation
Dr. Redding's son, and
Miss Ann Taylor of Los Angeles.
If you are wondering where
the pyramid is located,
it lies at the western tip of
the north Yucatan border.
- Do you recognize it?
- Yeah.
- Do you recognize it?
- Yeah.
(Music)
(Woman singing in
ancient language)
(Dancing)
(Woman singing in
ancient language)
(Dancing)
(Scream)
Timmy!
You shouldn't have left the car.
Oh, he'll be alright.
I'll stick close to him.
As the memory of Ann Taylor
had functioned to the degree
of pointing to the areas unknown
to her present generation
the discovery of that,
which had filled the minds of
everyone, had become reality.
The metal used by
the ancient people
was indeed gold of
the highest quality.
Somewhere, inside that pyramid
lay a fortune as suspected.
And the area itself
was close at hand.
A cold wave of something evil
brought fear to the
heart of Ann Taylor
who for the first time
felt herself wrong in
searching the pyramid.
Her protests were based
upon intuitive feeling
that in some way a
dreadful force of dark evil
will exert itself upon
all those present
for entering into the
catacombs and chambers
that were forbidden to all
but the Mayans themselves.
It was found that a
mathematical system
of distance separated
each opening from the other
and the approximate
equation of squares
would lead them from
one chamber to a new one.
Redding became more
more intense in his quest
to dive deeper into the
mysterious catacombs
that he now firmly
felt not only existed,
but would ultimately turn up
more than their
wildest expectations.
Even during the heat
of his excitement,
Redding was at all times
alert to the possibility
of their being followed by
someone at the levels above them
and thought it best that one
of the party take spot checks
of both the outside
and the areas covered
to the present point.
All right.
(Mummy growls)
(Mummy growls)
(Scream)
(Mummy growls)
(Mummy growls/Screaming)
As you may recall,
we earlier in the week
reported the details
as we knew them
of naturalist Edmond Redding's
departure for Yucatan
and of his quest for
certain scientific data
only yesterday morning,
and has already touched off
a sweeping fire of controversy
in circles of anthropology
and the scientific
world in general.
Our science editor,
Dr. Frederick Munson
has the story.
From a telephone conversation
I had with a colleague of mine,
Dr. Eric Strollard of the
Cowan Research Foundation,
I learned of the
incredible discoveries
of the group who have
now returned from Yucatan.
The expedition,
while proving to be one
of the most startling in the
history of anthropology
due to what was
uncovered in the pyramid
was marred by the untimely
death of Dr. Redding.
An embalmed creature who's
age has been estimated at
something near two thousand
years, at the minimum,
had risen from somewhere
in the darkness of the pyramid
to crush the body
of Dr. Redding.
Other members of the expedition
were able to subdue the creature
through the aid of
gases that were brought
along to test mineral contents,
but unfortunately, not in time
to save the life of
the expedition leader.
The mummy, as it has been
referred to up to this reporting
has been tied
securely with ropes
and transported to Pasadena
where it will be observed
under laboratory
conditions by members
of the
Cowan Research Foundation.
Funeral services for Dr. Redding
have been arranged
for early next week.
Hello, Dr. Janning ...
Well hello Timmy.
No, he is doing his broadcast.
I was Just listening to it.
I expect to hear from
him shortly though.
Uh, Timmy, I am working
with your uncle now.
It is alright to talk to me.
He did tell you about it. Good.
What?
Why in heavens name should
the police be interested?
I see ...
Well look, Timmy,
I'm glad you called.
Now don't get panicky
about this thing.
We'll figure something out.
I'll tell him as soon
as he comes in.
Now you stay in touch.
Right Timmy.
Detective Hammond,
police department.
I'd like a word with
the head of staff.
I'm sorry, the doctors
aren't talking to anyone.
Uh, just a moment sir,
- we have to talk to them.
- I'm sorry,
they are not talking to anyone.
So, how did it go?
Oh, alright.
Weren't you listening?
Yes, I heard the broadcast.
I meant the hullabaloo.
You must have been
swamped with inquiries.
Yes, from all of
the wrong people.
Is there any coffee going?
I sure could use some.
I've learned to work your
kitchen. It is good and hot.
I'll get it. You take
a load off your feet.
Thanks.
It is really something
out there. Complete chaos.
Have you been able to find
anything out from Cowan?
No, hardly more
than the news people.
I was rather surprised
that they even accepted my call.
I understand that
some of the reporters
had a difficult time getting
through this morning.
Well, after they talked
with me, I suppose they
thought it best to release
the story to everyone.
That was around noon.
Now they're not even
answering the phone.
Well, they are going to have
to whether they like it or not.
Well, I wouldn't be
too sure about that.
I have an idea that they've ...
they are trying to decide
upon a temporary head.
This reminds me.
I have to call my attorney.
I missed him
three times already.
If he can get things
rolling along fast enough,
I might be able to take
charge before anything
- is resolved by the staff.
-You?
Yes, certainly, Redding
is dead, isn't he?
Yes, hello. Uh, is this ...
Yes. Uh, this is Dr, Munson.
Is, uh, Mr. Brian in yet?
Yes, yes I will.
Yes ...
Yes, uh, hello Jim.
I've been trying to catch
you since 9:00 this morning.
I talked with your
assistant around 10:00,
but he couldn't
tell me anything.
Yes. Yes, well you
know how difficult
and how crucial the ...
the time element is.
I want to take over
at Cowan right away
before they move that
mummy off somewhere.
Yes. Yes,
I know it is difficult.
Well, if you are positive
that is all that you can do,
Well, I guess I'll
have to accept it.
Yes I will. Thanks.
Well?
Well it will take time to ...
process the lab ... the papers,
and we may have
to go back to court.
The minute they are
served with papers
that is the perfect
tip-off for them to
pack up the mummy and cart
him off anywhere they like.
I have to see him
with my own eyes.
Work with him.
Do you realize that some type
of life has been sustained
in that creature for over
two thousand years?
Think of what it would mean
if we could learn the processes
that have caused such phenomena.
I am thinking about it,
also about the blunders that
could be made over at Cowan.
It is very possible
that pressure
from the police department
can make them so nervous
they might just give up.
I've known Eric and the others
for a long time the same as you,
and I tell you there
is no strength there.
No competitive spirit.
In what way do you contemplate
the police getting involved?
They are involved.
I had a phone call from
the boy a short time ago.
The police?
For what reason?
Well, Timmy told me
that Redding's family
had been back and forth
to the lab a dozen times
asking questions about
just how he was killed.
It seems they don't believe
that things happened
just exactly the way
Eric told everyone.
It's obvious they've called
in the police to investigate.
Hmm, well I suppose
they will be questioning
everyone connected with Cowan.
Well if they come here, use
all of your diplomatic charm.
I want them in and out of
here as quickly as possible.
This whole thing is getting to
be more than I anticipated.
Why can't things be done the
right way, the easy way?
Now, let's not get pessimistic.
There is no need for it.
No, no, of course not.
Now the way I see it, the most
important thing we can do
is get our hands on that mummy.
With him, we may be able
to establish ourselves
into the best position of all.
The gold is something
that will take care of itself.
Now, what chance do you
think we have to do that?
A very good one.
As a matter of fact,
I think you are in for a few
surprises. Pleasant ones.
I'm afraid I don't ... know
what you are talking about.
Well, in the first place,
I'd like to point out
that in my mind, that mummy
rightfully belongs to you.
Now, you remember
that old laboratory
I used to have over
on Clinton Street?
-Yes.
- Well, I went over there.
And it's been vacant ever
since I left it two years ago.
Everything is still intact,
including all of the equipment.
It is a little dusty perhaps,
but with some effort,
it could be made to work
as well as it ever did.
You've ... you've opened it up?
In secrecy, of course.
Secrecy? I'm afraid
I don't understand.
You will Doctor, you will.
Hello.
This is Stesson,
calling for Dr. Janning.
He has a little job
you can do for him.
Yeah? Well, uh ...
listen you ...
you better tell him that, uh ...
my price has gone
up a little, uh ...
Well, you know,
the cost of living and all that.
You'll be paid off good if
you do everything right.
Okay, that sounds good.
Now who's the guy, and uh,
when do you want it done?
No. No, this is
a little different.
He wants you to steal a mummy
from the Cowan
Research Foundation.
Bring it on over to the lab.
Uh, I'm not sure I heard
you right. Steal a what?
You read the publicity
in the papers.
A mummy. it is in the
very back building of
the Cowan Research Foundation.
Hello?
Yeah, yeah,
I ... I ... I got it.
I think I heard you
right the first time.
We're having coffee at
the Star Cafe, tenth street.
Come on over and I'll
give you more details.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
I'll be glad to cooperate.
The police are most
certainly entitled
to any information
that would help.
- I've always felt that way.
- Thank you.
I feel it is the duty
of every citizen.
I'm glad to hear
that Dr. Munson.
I must say though that
you are a rare breed.
Having the door
shut in one's face
is more or less a
policeman's hazard.
Ha-ha. Well, I work
independently here.
It has its disadvantages,
but also the advantage
of not being tied down in
anything of a political nature.
- Mmm.
- Or the obligation
to a board of directors as is
the case with Cowan Research.
Oh, I could have gone to work
for them a long time ago,
but I'd rather have it this
way and be my own boss.
How familiar are you with the
staff over at Cowan, Doctor?
Well, I've known them all for
15 years, most intimately.
And I may add that
there has never been an
incidence of foul play.
During that period
or any other time.
Men of science, you know,
are dedicated to their work.
That above everything.
I've heard.
Doctor I'd like you
to tell us everything
you know about Dr. Redding.
About his work.
When did it begin?
And incidentally,
anyone you might know
who would be interested in it.
Well in answer to that I can
only say that the work started,
seriously that is, about
seven or eight years ago.
Great strides were
made in the field by
Stanton, Du Bois, and many
others around the world.
A great deal of evidence
was brought forth to
spurn many of us into our
own deep interest in the field.
Dr. Redding was one of the
few who dropped everything else
to plunge into regression
on a full-time basis.
He like the rest of us,
at first found it difficult to
find legitimate subjects,
those who could really go deep.
- People like Ann Taylor.
- Exactly.
Uh, which reminds me, there
is a younger sister of six.
Her name is Matty. I'll have
to do something for that child.
What is it that makes the
difference in the individual?
Why Ann Taylor?
(Laughter)
Now you are beginning
to sound like a detective.
No offense of course.
But a short precise answer,
I ... I cannot give you.
We simply do not know.
Doctor, I am very interested
in what I asked you
about other people connected
with Dr. Redding's work.
Well, I can only
tell you that the ...
the interest spread in every
direction, every country.
If you are attempting
to pinpoint individuals,
you have your work
cut out for you.
The number would
run into the thousands.
(Mummy growls)
(Mummy growls)
It makes a good headline.
Could sell some papers.
It draws a whole
lot of interest.
Yes, a story like this spread
across the front page,
it could increase our
circulation, temporarily anyway,
by 30, 40, maybe
50 thousand copies.
But I wish you'd tell
me something, Doctor,
because I'd truly like to know.
Just what is your game?
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Perhaps it is me you
don't understand.
Perhaps your understanding
is based upon
an editor's need for a story
to sell morning editions,
and that is the only
important thing for him.
Is that your understanding
of me, Doctor?
I don't know what you
are driving at unless ...
Unless I smell something
rotten in Jamaica.
If you think I have come
to you with inaccurate facts,
You are greatly mistaken!
Everything is the truth!
Just the way it happened!
Well, it is a shame
that these facts
can't be backed up
by anyone except you.
The men at Cowan Research
won't talk to anyone,
and your Dr. Janning
has left the country,
and the most curious
fact of all remains that
every individual that actually
saw this mummy of yours,
is no longer alive.
You know, it cost us
almost two hundred dollars
in makeup to see
a proof like this.
Harry? Kill the mummy story.
Just carry a two column
bit on the auto accident.
Everyone killed.
The driver, Ann Taylor,
and, uh, one more, unidentified.
Now, replace the headline with
something on the mine disaster.
Now get started.
We've lost a lot of time.
Well there you are, Doctor.
Fact remains fact, and fantasy?
Well that is something
we don't write about.
You know, a mistake is something
we can correct in time,
even though in some cases
we are tempted not to.
Now you've given up
your broadcasting,
so ho decision had to be made.
That is quite convenient I'd
say under these circumstances.
I tell you, it's the truth.
Every word of it.
If it is, then I'll be the loser.
I've been there before.
You know, the
two hundred dollars
I mentioned to make
up your headline?
It is actually not
so bad as all that.
In saving face, we
also gain a few dollars.
You see, the lead is melted down
So we can use it for type again.
It seems like everything
we use today
had some sort of salvage value,
even the waste paper
is hammered into pulp
and put through
the presses again
to come out with another story.
Perhaps not a
startling one, Doctor,
but a reasonably
documented story.