what's in back of this.
- I'm staying.
- No!
Miles,
don't ask me to leave you.
Jack, get going.
Miles, I can't...
Somebody's got to go,
or we don't get help!
Please,
let's get out of here!
Watch out for yourselves.
Go over by the phone.
Stay there.
If it rings, call me.
Hello.
Is Dr. Bennell there?
- Yes. I'll get him.
- Never mind.
Just tell him the Sacramento
circuits are still busy...
and ask him if he wants me
to keep trying.
All right. Hold on.
Miles,
the circuits are still busy!
Tell her to keep trying!
Also, try San Francisco
and Washington!
We're getting
out of here right now.
Where are we going?
Sally's!
We're still unable
to get through to Los Angeles.
Do you wish me to keep trying?
Dr. Bennell?
Dr. Bennell?
I needed
someone I could trust...
and I figured Sally, my nurse,
was my best bet.
I decided to try to phone her
to see if she was at home.
Maybe they hadn't
taken over the pay phones.
I'll try the pay phone.
Hey, Mac!
Oh, hi, doc.
How are you?
Will you get me
a couple gallons fast?
Sure.
Martha, doc's in a hurry!
Get the windshield, will you?
I have to have the keys
to open the gas tank.
Somebody sick out this way?
There's been an accident.
Funny.
We haven't heard about it.
It just happened.
Before I could
even get her number...
I saw Mac closing
the trunk of my car.
He could have been
checking my spare tire...
but I didn't think so.
That should do it.
Thank you.
All set?
- All set, doc.
- Fine. Thanks.
- Put it on my bill, will you?
- Sure, doc.
What's the matter?
We've got to make it
to Sally's house.
I wasn't sure
I could trust anyone...
but I took a chance
and drove to Sally's anyway.
When I saw several cars
in front of the house...
I decided to play it safe.
What's wrong?
Probably nothing,
but we're not going in there...
until I'm sure it's safe.
Slide under the wheel
and get out of here fast...
if anybody shows up
looking for us.
The baby asleep yet, Sally?
Not yet,
but she will be soon...
and there'll be no more tears.
Shall I put this in her room?
Yes. In her playpen.
No, wait.
Maybe I'd better take it.
Why don't you go in, Miles?
We've been waiting for you.
Becky, start the car!
Quick!
Becky, get going!
Attention, all units...
attention, all units...
apprehend and detain...
Dr. Miles Bennell
and Becky Driscoll...
now believed heading north...
in a black and white
Ford sedan...
license number 2-X-3-7-7-9-6.
All units designated
as roadblocks...
move to your stations.
It is urgent.
These two persons
must be detained...
and not permitted
to leave Santa Mira.
Repeat... it is urgent...
Be on the lookout for a 1955
black and white Ford sedan...
license number 2-X-3-7-7-9-6.
We'll try to make it
to my office.
Cut into that alley
on the right.
Do you think he'll come back?
I don't think they'll
check again before morning.
By then, Jack should be here
with help.
What if
Jack doesn't get through?
He's gotta get through.
Here. Take two of these.
They'll help you to stay awake.
We can't close our eyes
all night.
We may wake up changed...
into something evil and inhuman.
In my practice,
I've seen how people...
have allowed their humanity
to drain away.
Only, it happens slowly
instead of all at once.
They didn't seem to mind.
But just some people.
All of us... a little bit.
We harden our hearts
and grow callous.
Only when we have to fight
to stay human...
do we realize how precious
it is to us...
how dear...
as you are to me.
Maybe that's Jack
trying to find us.
He'd know better
than to use the phone.
Where is he?
Why doesn't he come?
Just like any Saturday morning.
Len Pearlman, Bill Bittner...
Jim Clark and his wife Shirley
and their kids...
people I've known all my life.
What time is it?
Seven forty-five.
Yeah, I know.
It's too early to be so busy.
What are they doing here?
There's the answer.
There must be strangers in town.
They're