The Beast of Yucca Flats
Presented by Anthony Cardoza
Written and Directed by Francis Coleman
Presented by Anthony Cardoza
Written and Directed by Francis Coleman
Joseph Javorski, noted scientist. Recently escaped from behind the iron curtain. Wife and children killed in Hungary.
His aid carries a briefcase.
Secret data. Pictures of the Russian moonshot.
Joseph Javorski's destination: Yucca Flats, and a meeting with top brass at the A-bomb testing ground.
These men are also from behind the iron curtain. Two of the Kremlin's most ruthless agents. Their orders: get the briefcase, kill Javorski.
"Mr. Javorski, get in the car."
Flag on the moon. How did it get there.
Secret data. Pictures of the moon. Secret data. Never before outside of the iron curtain.
Man's first rocket to the moon.
Yucca Flats, the A-bomb.
Vacation time. Man and wife, unaware of scientific progress.
Joseph Javorski, noted scientist. Dedicated his life to the betterment of mankind.
Young Joe Dobson, desert patrolman.
"Officer."
"Yea?"
"There's a man dead, back down the road."
"Dead? How far down?"
"Couple a' miles, maybe more, laying behind his car. Looks like he's been choked."
Joe Dobson, caught in the wheels of progress.
Man choked to death, a woman's purse, and footprints on the wasteland.
Touch a button, things happen: A scientist becomes a beast.
"Jim!"
"Be down in a minute Joe. Yea."
"Better come with me. Trouble up the road, murder."
"Be right down."
"See ya later, honey."
Jim Archer, Joe's partner. Another man caught in the frantic race for the betterment of mankind: Progress.
Jim Archer, wounded parachuting on Korea.
Jim and Joe try to keep the desert road safe for travelers seven days a week.
Shockwaves of an A-bomb. A once powerful, humble man reduced to... nothing.
Joseph Javorski, respected scientist now a fiend, prowling the wastelands. A prehistoric beast in the nuclear age. Kill... Kill, just to be killing.
The mouth of the cave, a thousand feet up over the jagged cliffs.
A man murdered, a woman's purse.
Jim and Joe picked their way up to the mouth of the cave. One slip and a thousand feet to nowhere.
"Ah, well there's the owner of the purse."
"Yea, let's take her down, may still be alive."
"Yea, she's still breathing. Careful with her arm Joe."
"Hey Joe, here, feel her pulse."
"Welp, doctors can't help her now. Maybe angels, but not doctors."
"Paper mister? Get your morning paper!"
Vacation time. People travel east, west, north, or south. The Radcliffes travel east with two small boys... adventurous boys.
Nothing bothers some people, not even flying saucers.
"Come on Art. Let's get some soda pop."
"Hey mister, do you mind if we bother you a minute?"
Boys from the city, not yet caught in the whirlwind of progress, feed soda pop to the thirsty pigs.
Coyotes once a menace to.. travelers. Missile bases run them off their hunting grounds.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Three dollars."
"Boys! We're leaving!"
"Mom, we saw some real pigs."
"Yea, and a coyote."
"Coyote?"
"Yea!"
"Don't you go playin' with coyotes. Come on, we're leaving, come on!"
"Aww, we never get to have any fun."
Hundred and ten in the shade, and no shade.
Jim and Joe try to make their way up to the plateau. To reach the top, a man needs an airplane; a jump from a plane could land you on top.
But the killer's not on the plateau.
Hours in teh broiling hot desert sun with no trace of the killer. To put Jim Archer's good paratroop training to good use is the only answer. A trip up into the skies and jump... and if the killer is on the plateau, kill him.
"Hank, I don't see the boys."
"I'll take a look."
"Jim. Shoot first, ask questions later."
"Hank, I can't find them. What do you think we should do?"
"I dunno Louis. Stay here. I'll go out farther, we'll find them."His aid carries a briefcase.
Secret data. Pictures of the Russian moonshot.
Joseph Javorski's destination: Yucca Flats, and a meeting with top brass at the A-bomb testing ground.
These men are also from behind the iron curtain. Two of the Kremlin's most ruthless agents. Their orders: get the briefcase, kill Javorski.
"Mr. Javorski, get in the car."
Flag on the moon. How did it get there.
Secret data. Pictures of the moon. Secret data. Never before outside of the iron curtain.
Man's first rocket to the moon.
Yucca Flats, the A-bomb.
Vacation time. Man and wife, unaware of scientific progress.
Joseph Javorski, noted scientist. Dedicated his life to the betterment of mankind.
Young Joe Dobson, desert patrolman.
"Officer."
"Yea?"
"There's a man dead, back down the road."
"Dead? How far down?"
"Couple a' miles, maybe more, laying behind his car. Looks like he's been choked."
Joe Dobson, caught in the wheels of progress.
Man choked to death, a woman's purse, and footprints on the wasteland.
Touch a button, things happen: A scientist becomes a beast.
"Jim!"
"Be down in a minute Joe. Yea."
"Better come with me. Trouble up the road, murder."
"Be right down."
"See ya later, honey."
Jim Archer, Joe's partner. Another man caught in the frantic race for the betterment of mankind: Progress.
Jim Archer, wounded parachuting on Korea.
Jim and Joe try to keep the desert road safe for travelers seven days a week.
Shockwaves of an A-bomb. A once powerful, humble man reduced to... nothing.
Joseph Javorski, respected scientist now a fiend, prowling the wastelands. A prehistoric beast in the nuclear age. Kill... Kill, just to be killing.
The mouth of the cave, a thousand feet up over the jagged cliffs.
A man murdered, a woman's purse.
Jim and Joe picked their way up to the mouth of the cave. One slip and a thousand feet to nowhere.
"Ah, well there's the owner of the purse."
"Yea, let's take her down, may still be alive."
"Yea, she's still breathing. Careful with her arm Joe."
"Hey Joe, here, feel her pulse."
"Welp, doctors can't help her now. Maybe angels, but not doctors."
"Paper mister? Get your morning paper!"
Vacation time. People travel east, west, north, or south. The Radcliffes travel east with two small boys... adventurous boys.
Nothing bothers some people, not even flying saucers.
"Come on Art. Let's get some soda pop."
"Hey mister, do you mind if we bother you a minute?"
Boys from the city, not yet caught in the whirlwind of progress, feed soda pop to the thirsty pigs.
Coyotes once a menace to.. travelers. Missile bases run them off their hunting grounds.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Three dollars."
"Boys! We're leaving!"
"Mom, we saw some real pigs."
"Yea, and a coyote."
"Coyote?"
"Yea!"
"Don't you go playin' with coyotes. Come on, we're leaving, come on!"
"Aww, we never get to have any fun."
Hundred and ten in the shade, and no shade.
Jim and Joe try to make their way up to the plateau. To reach the top, a man needs an airplane; a jump from a plane could land you on top.
But the killer's not on the plateau.
Hours in teh broiling hot desert sun with no trace of the killer. To put Jim Archer's good paratroop training to good use is the only answer. A trip up into the skies and jump... and if the killer is on the plateau, kill him.
"Hank, I don't see the boys."
"I'll take a look."
"Jim. Shoot first, ask questions later."
"Hank, I can't find them. What do you think we should do?"
"Randy! Art!"
"Art? Randy!"
Always on the prowl, looking for someone or something to kill. Quench the killer's thirst.
Shoot first, ask questions later.
The pilot dropped his man. Joe Dobson moves north. Hank will be caught in the middle. An innocent vistim caught in the wheels of justice.
A man runs, somebody shoots at him.
Jim Archer. Ex-paratrooper trained to hunt down his man and destroy him.
The hunter and the hunted. With only a few hundred yards between him and the enemy, Jim closes in for the kill.
"Hank, where are the boys? Why are you running?"
"No time to explain Louis. Stay here, the boys may come back, gotta get help."
Joe Dobson headed north to meet Jim. Twenty hours without rest, and still no enemy. In the blistering desert heat, Jim and Joe plan another attack.
Find the beast and kill him. Kill or be killed: Man's inhumanity to man.
"Randy, you think were lost?"
"Maybe, I dunno Art, maybe. Let's go."
"Randy, is the water down there?"
"I sure hope so."
"My throat's dry."
"Mine too."
"Randy?"
"What?"
"Where are we?"
"In a cave, I guess."
"Come on Art, be careful."
"Think that old man can get us up here?"
"Don't talk about it, come on."
The beast, finding the victim gone, unleashes his fury.
"Art, come on!"
"Get back!"
With Hank and some help from neighbors, the search narrows.
"Jim, you all right?"
"Yea... yea. I'm all right."
"Come on, let's go."
Joseph Javorski, noted scientist.
"Mom? Mom, Mom!"
End
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