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Alan.

Darling.

Look, it's taken.

Do you see?

I think you're right.

Reared from seed.

Hermesus Chloris, the first in
captivity.

And it'll blossom, too. I promise you.
You're a very clever girl.

Yes, of course I am. I caught you,
didn't I?

Hey, you'll get me the sack.

Come on.

Don't forget my good morning kiss.

See you later.

I didn't know you had green fingers.

Economics. Law of supply and demand. Cut
out the middleman.

Private enterprise.

I'm growing my own buttonhole.

Oh, why?

Oh, I've got to start somewhere.

Morning sunrise.

A fully -fledged bloom of delicate,
ruffet tints. And a haunting bouquet

for you, Mrs. Peel.

I sense a bribe.

Nonsense. I want you to get the first
fruits of my labours.

What nasty situation have you got in
store for me this time, hmm?

You have your own built -in early
warning system, you know. A certain look

the eye. Roses.

Roses. Roses.

Roses. Ah!

The missing horticulturalist.

Bullseye.

Professors Taylor and Knight and Dr.
Connolly all disappeared without a

Right. The score now stands at four.

Another one joined the merry band
yesterday, walked out of a greenhouse,

trampled across a lot of prized plants
and hasn't been seen since. An old

acquaintance of yours, Laura Burford.

Laura? I'm afraid so.

You introduced me to her once. Fair,
glamorous creature.

An expert in plant diseases.

One of the best. What do you think
happened to her?

It's too soon to know, but the whole
thing's very baffling. Four experts...

brilliant in their own field of
horticulture, just disappeared.

Have you anything to go on?

Not much. What there is is tenuous.

They all disappeared in this area.
Sorry.

Who told you about Laura's
disappearance?

Carter. Who?

I thought you knew.

She got engaged a couple of weeks ago to
a chap called Alan Carter.

He's a botanist too.

I can't believe that she could go like
this. Like what, Mr. Carter? Exactly

did happen yesterday?

Well, nothing. One moment she was here,
happy and excited, and then the next.

Did you see or hear anything?

No, but then I might not.

It's a bad habit, I'm afraid, but
sometimes when I'm concentrating, I turn

volume down.

But it was the way that she went.

Do you see?

Trampled the flowerbed, smashed through
frames of glass, destroyed months of

research, almost as though... Almost as
though it didn't matter any longer.

Mr. Seed, I've got to go. There's a
meeting of the Horticultural Circle.

Ordinarily, I'd cancel it, but the
President's ill and I've got to stand in

him. Sir Lyle Peterson?

Yes, it's the first meeting he's met for
ten years.

Everything seems to be going wrong
lately.

I would be grateful if you... If I find
anything, I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Do stay in here until the rain stops.

There was something I had in the heart
to ask him.

Law and another man?

It's possible.

Anything's possible.

For instance, it might just be
coincidence.

Sir Lyle Peterson, an eminent
horticulturalist, missing first meeting

years, and his home is situated in
Surrey Green.

My name is Thede. I have an appointment
with Sir Lyle Peterson.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Sir Lyle will see you shortly, sir.

Thank you.

Would you wait here?

I hope to see more of you.

Well, that's all for the moment,
gentlemen.

Further reports later today.

Ah, Miss Burton.

Didn't have a chance before.

Welcome to our little group. Now, if
there's anything you want, don't

to come to me. Thank you.

Mr. Teed? The Lyle. Tree Preservation
Society, isn't it? That's right.

We can talk in my office.

Do you drink brandy, Mr. Steed?

If you mean am I accustomed to drinking
brandy, the answer is yes.

If you mean would I like one now, the
answer is also yes.

Good. Man differs little from plant
life.

Liquid nutriment is vitally essential.

I do so agree.

Difficult to survive without it?

And relatively unnecessary.

Thank you.

Your, uh...

Call. Interested me.

Trees are our national heritage.

Now, indiscriminate felling, mutilation
is as criminal as an act of violence.

We think alike, Mr. Steed. I'm so glad,
because we are pressing the government

to increase compulsory planting in
cities and towns. Now, your name on our

of membership would ensure success.

You shall have it.

Thank you. And this is delicious.

I'm so glad.

You know, Mr. Steed, people often regard
plants like these wax figures.

Passive, inanimate.

What pretty hair.

Yes. Real, too.

Let's see how these plants climb.

For all we know, they feel, perhaps even
think.

I want to show you something.

My favourite plant.

The Venus flytrap. Devours insects.

It's quite a gourmet, aren't you, my
pet?

Very partial to bluebottles, but can't
abide the domestic housefly.

However, I have a treat for you today.

Specially imported.

I'll see how you like these.

Yes, now then.

You have that.

Now, now, now. Don't snap.

That's right. One for you, my pretty.

That's right.

And you, how about me?

How's that? And you, all right, all
right. Here it comes.

There. Is that good?

Is that good?

What an interesting gadget.

Yes, it's experimental.

It controls soil temperature and water
supply.

There's no substitute for first -class
equipment or brains. You're certainly

well -stocked with both. Oh, by the way,
wasn't that Laura Burford I heard? And

surely Dr.

Connolly? Just leaving?

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. The cat's
out of the bag, I see.

Well, the fact is that I'm engaged on
some research with great commercial

possibilities. A new flowering shrub,
so...

Naturally, I gathered the greatest team
of experts I could find.

Perhaps I have been a trifle
overcautious.

You're certainly very observant.

Well, the press have been full of them.

Oh, yes.

You say you know Miss Burford? I've met
her.

Then let's have her in.

Lennox, would you send in Miss Burford,
please?

Right away, sir.

Oh, another.

Thank you, no. I'd rather not. Sally is
such a perfect vintage with repetition.

Fascinating.

Ah, Miss Burford, come in.

Come in. I have an old friend of yours
here.

You remember? John Steed. I met you with
Mrs Peel.

Oh, yes, of course. How are you? More to
the point, how are you?

I'm sorry? I ran into your fiancé the
other day.

Frantic about you, he is.

Yes, I can imagine.

But it isn't often one gets an
opportunity like this.

It was such an exciting project, so when
Sir Lyle called me, I just dropped

everything. What exactly are you doing?

What? The project.

Well, as I told you, we're experimenting
with a new flowering shrub.

Yes, a new flowering shrub. Oh.

Well, I must be getting back.

Don't it's I. I have some fledgling
forests in Cambridgeshire I must attempt

I'll send you those, ma 'am, which are
formed.

Please do.

Lennox?

Imagine sitting on that.

If my car had a roof, I'd have gone
through it. You'd have gone further than

that. These barbs are deadly.

I wonder what we did to upset the Lyle.
Oh, I don't know.

Finding Laura and the others are... Oh!

You dropped it.

Where's it gone?

Underneath there.

I must say, that oil derrick puzzles me.

Well, whatever they're drilling for,
it's not oil.

There is no oil in Surrey.

You called equipment company?

Yeah. Peterson placed two orders about a
month ago. One was for the estate.

And the other one? Ah, got it.

They're calling me back.

It was supposed to go to some farmer,
rather, but at the last minute, Peterson

cancelled. Did they say why?

No.

Do you mind?

Yes,

this is Miss Peel speaking.

Would you repeat that?

Yes, I've got that.

Moat Farm, Denby.

Wow.

This isn't my idea of striking it rich.

I wonder if Peterson cancelled his
order.

Oop, mind the puddle.

Well, after you.

Oh, after you. Mm -hmm. So kind.

It's a pleasure, Mrs. Peel.

I prefer the West Wing.

Oh, this is not bad.

What for?

A pied -à -terre.

Looks as though there's been a fire. And
there's something under there.

Mrs. Peel, well, we have a clear
identification.

And? A spaceship.

Launched about a year ago.

And what happened to it?

A technical failure just after
launching.

Orchard died.

Up there. Alone.

5 ,000 miles up in the cosmos.

We tried to house the whole thing up, of
course.

Since then, the ship and the body have
been circling in orbit.

What caused re -entry?

Ah, that's the question.

Collision.

Collision? With what?

That we are about to find out.

What on earth's that?

Looks like some sort of mad octopus.

Well, what was it doing up in the
cosmos?

The dent it made in the spacecraft.

Impact must have been enormous.

Probably weighs half a hundred weight.
Animal, vegetable, or mineral?

It's vegetable.

Vegetable? These aren't tentacles.
They're papas. Oh, papi.

Definitely vegetable.

Thirty years of botany.

and I've never seen anything like this
before.

But it is of vegetable origin.

Oh, of that there's no doubt.

Come, I'll show you.

Now then, look.

This is the seed case containing the
embryo and reserves of fruit.

Rather damaged in collision, I'm afraid.

And these are undoubtedly peppers.

Very observant of you, my dear.

Can you hazard a guess?

Which family of plant life does it
belong to? Well, it's unusual.

Very unusual.

It's not tropical, of that I'm certain.
Of course, I should want a complete

analysis. Just a guess, Miss Shelton.
Well, don't hold me to it, but I think

it's a composite.

Really? You know it better as a
parachute seed, dispersed from the wind,

the common old garden dandelion.

Just as Miss Sheldon said, like hundreds
of little parachutes.

Dispersed on the wind.

Where does that little beggar come from?

Mars.

Mars? Or even the moon.

Recent photographs show whole areas of
vegetation.

Does it also show some outsized
dandelions? Mr. Teed? Yes, Commander.

A message has just come through from the
Air Ministry.

Radar control.

They've checked back and they find that
a meteorite was reported on the 4th of

last month.

Fits in with all this. And you think, in
fact, the meteorite was the spaceship

re -entering? I'm sure of it.

Well, I just thought you'd like to know.
Thank you, Commander.

Fourth of last month. That's odd.

That's the day that Knight, Connolly and
Taylor disappear.

Is there any connection?

Whatever it is, Peterson's got it behind
barbed wire.

Well, we could always cut our way
through.

You go and have a chat with the locals.
See what they know about you.

And you?

Mr. Carter?

Mr. Carter?

Oh, sorry.

Terrible weather we're having.

I ran into your fiancée. Laura?

Where is she? Is she all right? She's
quite all right. I've spoken to her. But

where is she? She's with Sir Lyle
Peterson.

If this is some kind of joke, I think
it's in the worst possible taste.

Oh, that's where she is. She's working
for him.

Working for him?

But she loathes him.

Peterson's one of her pet hates.

Every theory he's ever had is
diametrically opposed to Laura's.

She'd no more work for him than fly to
the moon. All the same, that's where she

is, with Knight, Taylor and Connolly.

What are they doing there?

Well, same as her. They're developing
some new flowering shrub, according to

Sly. But you can't lift or graft shrubs
at this time of the year.

That's what I heard. All the same, I
should get Laura to explain it to you.

her. What, after she walked out on me
without a word?

Sorry, Green, 1141.

Same again, John.

I'm looking for Joe Mercer, farm
supplier. See ya.

Joe,

there's someone for you.

Looking for me, lady? Yes, my name is
Mr. Peel, and I've just bought a

smallholding near here.

I gather you... I gather you supply a
friend of mine, Sir Lyle Peterson.

He's my best customer.

John! And a pint for the lady.

I supply him with everything.

Wire fencing, insecticides, and this
stuff.

What's the polythene for?

It conserves heat and moisture and helps
seedlings to germinate.

Mind you, this is all I've got left.

The same with the fertilizer.

He's had every ounce in the place.

Oh, thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What's he growing up there? I wouldn't
know.

But I must have supplied him with 20
tons in the past month.

In fact, the last lorry load's just gone
up.

Commander Davis.

Commander Davis.

Come here. Come here. Now then, take a
look at that. Go on. No, no, focus it.

Focus it. Now then, what do you see?

It looks like a sponge.

A sponge.

Oh, this is unbelievable.

History in the making.

What you see there are cells.

Brain cells.

This seed had an embryonic brain.

Oh, what a disaster that it was damaged.

Imagine. A plant that could think.

Think.

There, you see?

I've tried more than a dozen times.

And there's never anyone there.

Maybe the phone's out of order. No, I
had it checked.

Are you sure Peterson is there? He was
when I left.

I've been thinking about what you said.

About Peterson and Laura.

It doesn't make sense.

Why should she work for him? She's got a
good job and full research facilities.

Money. Brains are marketable. And
Peterson wants the best.

But that's just my point.

Laura's clever.

She was a pupil of mine. That's how we
met.

But she's got a lot to learn.

That wouldn't be so great.

Look, if Peterson had approached me, I
would have said no. I'm surprised he

didn't. But for that matter, if I were
looking for the most able botanist, I

wouldn't have picked Connolly.

But Dr. Sheldon.

And why all this secrecy?

Why didn't she discuss the matter with
me?

Well, ask her.

I would if I could reach her. Well, I'll
do my best.

Excuse me.

Yes, Dean speaking.

Hello?

I'm not going to wait any longer. I'm
going over to Peterson's to see what

all about, and I'll break in if I have
to. But, Dr.

Sheldon... Carter!

Carter!

Yes?

You what?

Thank you.

And now, as our project is nearing
completion, I should like your reports

order of priority.

Germination, Professor Taylor?

Satisfactory. Expected at 1800.

Under soil heating, Professor Knight?
The specified temperature is being

maintained.

Irrigation, Dr. Connolly?

All channels tested and working
normally.

Excellent, excellent.

And finally, pest control.

All preparations on schedule, Sir Lyle.

These cells.

They're identical to the human brain
cells.

Yes, but the shape. In my opinion, this
is the seed of a climbing plant.

A beanstalk.

Nothing. Where are we?

Yes, the average bean's about half an
inch long and grows, say, four or five

feet high.

Proportionately, this would grow to,
well, say, 200 times higher than the

State Building.

Charming prospect.

And think of the tendrils.

I'd rather not. Reaching out for miles.

If it were allowed to feed, it would
cover the earth in, well, a matter of

weeks. Well, there'd be no shortage of
beans.

Ah, but this isn't the common old garden
vegetable.

If it has brains, it has reflexes.

These tendrils would move, feed, protect
it. Oh, I beg your pardon.

Now then, what puzzles me is its
digestive system.

To germinate, this would require tons of
fertilizer, enormous heat, and endless

supplies of water.

Miss Sheldon, this has just arrived.

Aha, now I shall be able to tell you
something. A report from the laboratory.

sent some specimens up for analysis.

Hydrochrome oxidase. A chemical enzyme
present in the tissue.

But enzymes are perfectly harmless.

Yes, but essential for growth.

We may think ourselves lucky that this
was damaged.

Why? On Earth, there's only one source
of hydrochrome oxidase. Man. Man?

Yes, this was a man -eating plant.

If it had germinated, it would have
required just as much as we require

vegetables. Ah, it's lucky there's only
one of them.

Increase.

Temperature, five degrees.

Please indicate rate of growth.

Three hundred and rising teletype.

Miss Sheldon?

Collecting the herbicide.

Well, if there isn't another seed, she'd
better be quick or we'll all be on the

menu. That's only one of our problems.

Oh? The missing horticulturalist. They
must have been under some sort of spell.

How's that?

Well, take Peterson.

He ordered supplies, a special drill for
planting at the right depth. Well, how

did he know? He must have been directed.

Now, those missing scientists were hand
-picked by the plant.

So why not pick on Alan or Miss Sheldon?
They were much more qualified. Why not

indeed? Now, put that on.

Well, don't you recognize a death aid?
Pardon? A death aid. Who needs a death

aid? Breaking into the estate. Now, go
on, put it down. But if Alan and Miss

Sheldon were... Were immune, what do
they have in common?

Ah. Now,

how does it work?

Well, probably a transistorized circuit.
Acts as a barrier.

A barrier. Oh!

Yeah, well, don't lose it, will you? Why
not?

The plant's only man -eating.

Temperature to maximum.

This herbicide, are you sure it'll work?

Oh, yes.

Nothing more effective than propionic
acid.

A teaspoonful of this would kill a large
oak tree. Good. Well, let's hope the

plants no bigger by the time we arrive.

My friends, you've done well.

And I promise you your services will not
go unrewarded.

Your experience will prove invaluable.

Have no fear.

No fear.

Protection will be afforded to you all
when we have complete control.

Doctor!

Where's the driver?

I'll give you three gets.

Come on, we'll park here.

This is everybody.

The battery must have... Miss Sheldon?

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

How very extraordinary.

You can't, Gloria.

Oh, you should see it in the summer.

It's the roof.

The forest.

The rate of growth is fantastic. You can
actually see it moving.

It's growing darker every second.

Peterson's office, the controller in
there.

Don't touch that!

Get away from it, you hear me?

Get away from it!

It's taken them all.

Every one.

You try, but you can't resist it. I'll
get you a drink. Thank you.

It's covered the whole building.

In a few hours, it'll feed.

Keep it in. It'll act as a barrier
against the pull of the plant.

Now, is there anything we can do?
Nothing.

How does this work? Oh, it's too late
for that. It's out of hand. It's like

prehistoric monster.

The only chance is a powerful herbicide.

We've got some.

Miss Sheldon.

Where's the herbicide? You had it last.

I'm all right. Thank you, sir.

Apparently not. How?

It's all around us. We won't be able to
get out. The herbicide. Get it.

What? The herbicide.

Oh, yes.

Oh, for heaven's sake, hurry!

You think you don't work?

What happened to... Oh, that.

I'm a herbicidal maniac, didn't you
know?

Lunch first, I think. Then meander away
across the Surrey Downs. Brew woodland

glaze.

Just in time for tea and clotted cream
with an old friend of mine.

He runs a nursery, grows all sorts of
things.

Roses, daffodils, giant climbers. What?

They grow as tall as this.

What are its eating habits?

Strictly vegetarian.

Oh, boy.