Theme song:

Go, you monster, back to space,
I don't like your haunted face.
Alright!
Go, you monster, go!
Go, you monster, go now!
Go, you monster, go!
You may come from beyond the moon,
But to me, you're just a goon.
Alright!
Go, you monster, go!
Alright now,
Go, you monster, go!

Investigator: "I've never seen anything like it. He'd shriveled up like a dried prune!"

Narrator: "What changes the delicate interlocking of fates that determines life or death? A series of ifs. If the girl had danced with her boyfriend instead of the other boy... and they had stayed later. If the two of them hadn't parked to kiss and make up. But that is not what happened. And fate and history never deal in ifs."

Narrator: "Dr. Logan, puzzled by the laboratory analysis, made his own exploratory trip back to the landing area. His theory was proved right. And it was proved right so unexpectedly and so violently that he never lived to record it."

Dr. Brent: "Does that bring me up to date?"
Officer: "As far as the tragedies."
Dr. Brent: "And I thought this was going to be a lock-up. Thought it was just legwork when Manny handed it over to me."
Officer: "Legwork?"
Dr. Brent: "Yeah, you know, detail stuff, trivia."
Officer: "There's nothing trivial about three deaths."
Dr. Brent: "That's for sure."
Dr. Brent: "How did the animal experiments work out?"
Dr. Logan: "Perfectly... for six months."
Dr. Brent: "What would happen with an overdose?"
Dr. Logan: "An overdose of anything -- candy with a child -- has a bad effect."

Col. Connors: "Are you trying to tell me -- ?"
Dr. Logan: "Precisely."

Narrator: "Logan knew that each passing minute might mean a return to violence. As it turned out, he was too late. Like his brother, the scientist had an intuitive knowledge of the situation... plus an extraordinarily bad sense of timing."

News broadcast: "We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin. All citizens in the metropolitan area to stay off the streets until further notice. This is an emergency. I repeat, this is an emergency. A man deeply contaminated with radioactivity has been reported missing from the Astrophysical Laboratory. Anyone coming near him is subject to danger of radiation."

Narrator: "A city of five million became a huge tomb!"

Soldier 1: "What are we supposed to do if something happens? Just stand here?"
Soldier 2: "Shut up and watch the scope."

Narrator: "There is one terrifying word in the world of nuclear physics: radiation. As the trail grew hot, so did the level of contamination. Here was a problem the Civil Defense authorities had never before faced, and might never see again."

Narrator: "One of the weapons against radiation is a decontamination spray, which reduces the level of radioactivity in seconds. Would it work? Or would those who follow the monster's trail be fried inside the lead-lined suits that were all that man could use against forces too large for him to comprehend?"

Narrator: "As if a switch had been turned -- as if an eye had blinked -- as if some phantom force in the universe had made a move eons beyond our comprehension -- suddenly there was no trail. There was no giant. No monster. No thing called Douglas to be followed. There was nothing in the tunnel but the puzzled men of courage who suddenly found themselves alone with shadows and darkness."

Compiled by Bret Wood