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Close up?
No, hold back...
Why is he in the basement?
He moved down there after Meryl packed up and left.
Why wasn't I told? Any unpredictable behavior has to be reported. Is that the best shot we can get?
What's to see?
What's on the ClockCam?
What happened down there?
He was tidying up his garbage. I was going to call you. But halfway through, he gave up and fell asleep.
Give me a shot from Truman's ring.
He gave it back to his father.
We've declared a curfew. Everyone else is at first positions.
All prop cars accounted for?
He has to be on foot. He has the world's most recognizable face. He can't disappear.
I'm sure we'll get him on this next sweep.
What have we missed?
It's just a matter of time.
We're not watching the sea.
Why would we
Sweep the harbor.
Cue music...
What music?
<i>Storm</i> music...Wagner...
He doesn't care.
Do it!
I'm sorry to keep you. How can I help?
I want to book a flight to Fiji.
Where exactly?
<i>Fiji.</i>
<i>Where</i> in Fiji? What island?
I'm sorry, er...the biggest one.
Viti Levu. For how many?
One.
When do you want to leave, remembering, of course, you do lose a day on the way there?
Today.
I'm sorry. I don't have anything for at least a month.
<i>A month.</i>
It's the busy season.
You are a travel agent, aren't you? "Doris"? Your job is to help people travel.
I do have a fabulous rate on a cruise ship departing for Fiji tomorrow. But you wouldn't want to do that.
Why wouldn't I?
I thought you were in a hurry.
That's right.
You want to book the flight?
It doesn't matter. I'll make other arrangements.
Special Agent Pendergast. FBI. Forgive me. I guess I was snooping. What is this?
An invention of mine. It's a computer program designed to describe the characteristics of a given species from a reading of its DNA. I call it the Genetic Sequence Extrapolator.
How does it work?
With a DNA analysis from a fossil you can use this program to tell the species and sex of the animal, whether it was nocturnal, what it ate, how it hunted, how big it was... You aren't here for a lesson in DNA.
No. I came to talk about Dr. John Whittlesley.
Somehow, when all this happened... I knew it would come back to John. Is he really dead?
Maybe not.
If he were alive he'd have contacted me.
You have time to talk?
Dr. Whittlesley was last seen in Belem, Venezuela a week after the rest of his expedition disappeared. A taxi driver drove him to the harbor where he boarded a cargo boat. That boat washed up in my district. Everyone on board was killed.
And John?
Disappeared. His body wasn't among the victims.
I don't understand.
The people killed were mauled and their brains were eaten. Just like Beauregard. One part of the brain was extracted with surgical precision. The hypothalamus and thalamus to be exact.
John couldn't have anything to do with a horrible thing like that. He was a fine man despite his problems
You loved him.
Yes. Once. We met at Columbia. John held the Cadwalader Chair in Statistical Paleontology when I was a grad student there.
You were going to be married.
How did you know that?
I ran an internet search on Dr. Whittlesley. Got a list of his scholarly articles and the engagement announcement in the Times. I also found a record of your restraining order.
That was two years ago. John was still in love with me. He wouldn't leave me alone.
You were afraid of him, weren't you?
He was afraid of himself. He tried suicide once. He was ill. Manic depressive. He had wild emotional highs and lows. Not a happy affliction for a scientist. He'd been revered in our community. By the end he was a joke.
Tell me about the last expedition. What was he looking for?
A legendary monster called Mbwun.
A monster?
Yes. He developed his own theory that he called the Calisto Effect. It held that evolution wasn't always gradual or driven by natural selection. The environment would sometimes cause sudden and grotesque changes which could result in a "monster species". It made no sense. But he felt he had evidence that Mbwun was such a monster, living in isolation on the tepui for thousands of years.
What happened?
No one knows. The Kothoga who live on the tepui are cannibals.
No. I'm all right. I won't let this affect me anymore. John wouldn't get help. His ego endangered the lives of others. His theory came first.
What if Whittlesley arrived on the tepui and no monster was there? Was he desperate enough to create one?
I don't understand.
Something came up in autopsy tonight. Imbedded in Beauregard's body we found a claw.
My God. Then it was an animal.
I don't think so. I think we were meant to think it was Mbwun. Did Whittlesley's monster have claws?
I don't know. He sent back a statue that's supposed to be an exact representation. But I've never seen it. It's in the exhibit.
Would you mind showing it to me?
Where would we find it?
I'm not sure. We should split up. You take that hall and I'll take this one.
All right. I'm as macho as you are. Perhaps.
What happened?
I don't know.
I heard you calling and I ran after you, but you kept disappearing and I couldn't keep up.
You were behind me? Running after me?
It's okay, I'm all right. I remember now... It was an animal. Something large! I could smell it. It was hunting me. I saw two green eyes in the dark.
Where did you see it?
Behind me. Over there.
That's not what I saw.
All right. If you're positive.
Dr. Green...
I didn't imagine it. I know what I saw. Are you sure there are enough men in there?
They're all heavily armed.
All right. This is hard for me. I'm a scientist. I like order and logic. Sometimes too much. There's got to be an explanation. There can't be an animal in there. But I saw something.
What was it?
I don't know. Mr. Pendergast. Do me a favor. Get me a DNA readout on that claw.