Island of Terror

David is better with a scalpel
that he is opening a bottle of wine.

Reginald practices on some
little island off the Irish coast.

He's found a body
without any trace of bone.

No bones? Yes, of course,
this is quite a common...

- I'm serious, doctor.
- I'm sorry, doctor.

I wasn't implying any lack of ability,
but it's difficult to accept.

- I can show you the body.
- He did a complete autopsy.

- No bones?
- No bones.

- Any contusions or lacerations?
- Not a trace.

That's why we're tossing it
into your lap.

I hate to disappoint you, but I've
never heard of anything like this.

What was the medical history?
Practically no medical history.
He was a strong, healthy farmer.

- Interesting problem, eh?
- Very. I'd like to see the body.

I was going to have a look
at it myself. Like to come?

- Yes.
- Good.

I'm sure they'll call it
"West's Disease".

This sudden humility
astounds me!

They've named so many after me,
it'll cause confusion.

- When are you leaving?
- Tonight. We'll need a plane.

- You could use my father's plane.
- We need a sea plane.

- It's a helicopter.
- That's nice of you, Toni.

- There's a catch.
- I should've known.

- I'm going with you.
- We don't know what we're up against.

It's an unknown disease,
we can't anticipate the effects.

Nevertheless, I'm going.
- Time is important.
- Quite so, quite.

Yes, I know.
Very well, we accept
your offer and the condition.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll telephone my father.

We'll stop by my lab
and pick up some equipment.

I can't wait for you. Your father
needs the helicopter.

That's all right, is it?
We don't have much choice.
I'll come back in a couple
of days.

- Right.
- We'll be marooned on the island.

We won't have any contact
with the mainland.

I can't take
the emergency launch back.

It's too late for other arrangements.
We'll have to make do.