The fishing industry here is one of the oldest in the world, dating back to before the Incas.

With over 700 marine species, Peru is still one of the world's leading fishing nations.

There's a lot of boats here.

This way, you know, takes you back.

You just don't see this kind of place.

It's all very much in the world now.

Mr.

I'm taken to a commercial squid fishing vessel.

Who's seasoned crew is out on these waters year round.

My chances of tracking down Humboldt squid are looking good.

We head out into the vast Pacific Ocean to find the squid we need deep water on.

We have to travel for days.

Has all signs of land disappear rapidly, lose my sense of direction?

It becomes sickeningly apparent that this is a far cry from the rivers and lakes that I'm used to.

We've all been there on the street, not just the film crew.

The boat crew as well, I thought, Captain Bean, OK, captain being held.

As the days and nights blur, we continue further out to sea, and there's no response.

The relentless sway of the boat is inescapable as soon as you actually go inside.

You don't have that reference point of the horizon unless you shut your eyes.

You start feeling it very quickly, even the sea harden fisherman who do this for a living struggle with the tortuous pitch of the boat.

But for these men to go to such efforts to find these squid catch must be worth the struggle to get here.

Finally, after what seems like an endless journey, I'm told where floating above squid territory, there's no way of reaching the bottom.

So we deploy adrift anchor to steady the boat when we get our lines out.

Wait.

The technique is basic.

Just hand lines on that vicious jig coated in phosphorescent paint so it glows in the dark.

Dense.

This ghostly light, combined with a scrap of dead fish on the jig's movement, should trigger the squids.

Natural, predatory instinct.

I'm slightly concerned about the side of the boat here.

I mean, no doubt it's all in the name of efficiency, so you can pull screwed over easily.

But that's lower than my knee.

So I'm thinking, if the boats tipping a bit, if the surfaces slippery, like an imagined degrees over the side.

When Rafael, the fisherman I met in Mexico, got in the water with squid.

It was only seconds before they attacked on.

The fishermen here warned me that when men fall overboard, the squid converge.

Drag him down.

Um, generally, they're not seen again.

Here we go.

Okay.

Okay.

It's a grueling task hauling this beast up from the depths by hand.

It's quite tiring trying to keep your balance at the same time for the government.

But the boat gives a sudden lurch, and suddenly the line goes a bit slack.

I can see it.

It is thing feels okay.

Anything.

Predator Fires Inc as a defense mechanism.

Wait.

It just flashed in different colors here.

Out of the water, this squid's color flashes from a devil like red to inky black.

So this is the beast.

This is a Humboldt squid.

Uh, just what a weird animal it is.

You have a mouth in the middle, surrounded by tentacles, and inside that you can see the beak.

I have no doubt this is what caused the scar on Rafael shoulder and is the brutal weapon behind the other unusual wounds I heard about.

It's the key piece of evidence that ties all my stories together and they have more weird anatomy.

This is the siphon.

This is what it scores in.

Count off.

These bizarre looking predators are like something out of a horror movie on alien animal.

Totally unlike any fish I've ever caught.

Unimpressive base going back.

This squid is a decent size, but I'm told they grow twice as long, perhaps eight times the weight.

And there's something even more terrifying about these animals.

Within seconds, another line goes, they keep coming.

Bye.

That wasn't Oh, was lots.

Down here, these cannibalistic devils rise from the depths to attack other squid struggling on the fishing Jiggs untold, they hunt in packs of more than 1000.

Then suddenly, as they first appeared, they're gone.

But I'm left in no doubt that these are the very same Diablo Rojo that invaded Mexico on.

They're definitely the animal that has been attacking divers in the US But what about the five dead bodies that started this whole investigation?

Since I was unable to track down the marine biologist or find any hard evidence, I now suspect that story was a hoax.

But I think This is a rare case where reality is worse than fiction.

Although the story that launched me on this investigation turned out to be made up creature that I found in the end, well, it's something that you just couldn't make up.

It's too easy to imagine falling into the water.

Two or three of them grab hold of you and take you down to the deck.

For me, the thing that's really creepy about them is the fact that they're here one minute gone.

The next guy could just pop up somewhere completely different.

This is a species that traveled 3000 miles from Peru to Mexico.

Where are they going to turn up?

Next?

My mission is complete.

But for this playing of Humboldt squid, their story is far from over.

How about this?

I just picked up a message from one of our cameramen who lives in the Pacific northwest of the U.

S.

On.

He's just hurt.

Humboldt Squid have turned up there, so who knows?