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This is where he was found.

Ted Barker, resident of Lower
Stormington for 42 years.

Snare setter, pheasant fancier,
partridge pincher. You mean the local

How did he die?

Inhalation of fluid resulting in
asphyxia. He was drowned right here. In

middle of a field? That's impossible.

All the same, that's what happened.

Strange, isn't it?

Suppose this.

There's a chap called Jonah Barnard and
he keeps writing to the Times.

It's the tenth time this month.

Have all the letters been like this?

I... Here we are. We should all start
building our arcs because the great

flood is coming.

Ted Barker lived there.

His brother Eli is still there.

Chance for me to weed my homespun charm,
eh? That's the idea.

I'm going to Jonah Barnard. Meet me
there.

Treat Eli wearily. He's a weirdo bird.

The power of evil, that's what Ted had
in him.

The power of evil.

I warned him, but he paid me no heed.

He turned a sinner's deaf ear to my
words.

And so he fell.

Into the pit of iniquity.

Do you take milk, Mrs. Peel?

Milk. Oh, yes, thank you.

My own brother with a mark of sin upon
him.

He wasn't always like that, Pimple.

No, at heart, he wasn't really bad.

Did a bit of poaching now and again, but
poaching isn't like stealing, is it?

Did he do much fishing?

I said, did he do much fishing?

Fishing?

Oh, there were blue skies this morning,
too.

No, it'd be a hard place to go fishing.
There isn't a river for miles, and Ted

wasn't one for traveling far. Well, then
how do you account for his death?

The demon drink.

Oh. Did he drink much?

I wouldn't sit there, Mrs. Beale. Not
there.

It'll spoil your fine city clothes.

Oh.

Thank you.

It's been like this for months now.

This rain, this torrential rain. But the
people, they don't understand, see?

They don't realize.

And they've been told.

They've been warned.

But they don't realize.

It's a sign.

All the signs around them, yet still
they do not heed.

Oh, you mean about the warnings of the
flood?

Ah, you've heard. Well, I've heard about
Jonah Barnard.

Great man.

A fine man.

And you really believe the flood is
coming?

Believe?

I know.

It's my seaweed, see?

It's always wet.

Oh. Well, I can't be sat here gossiping.
Time's running out.

I must be helping Jonah.

Helping him to spread the word.

Mr. Barker, you were telling me about
your brother. You say he drank too much.

Stolen?

Aye. He thought he was unobserved. But I
saw him sneaking into Granny Gregson's.

Granny Gregson's? Granny Gregson's
Glorious Crogs Incorporated. Just beyond

village. A factory engaged in the
fermentation of intoxicating liquors.

And you actually saw him going in there?

Late at night.

Creeping in to steal liquors. To gorge
on Glorious Crogs.

And that was his undoing, you see.

When he slipped and fell.

Into the pit of iniquity.

No, into Granny's sparkling spring
water.

Well, now you make yourself at home,
Mrs. Peel, and finish your cup of tea.

Spring water?

Yes. They got tanks of it at the
factory.

Tanks big enough for a man to drown in.

You see?

And the Lord said to Noah, the end of
all flesh is before me. For the earth is

filled with violence. And behold, I will
destroy them with the earth.

That's what the Lord said.

Now, my friends, within the humble walls
of this barn, my salvation is growing.

And your salvation, too, if you will
grasp it. Here, my friends, is my ark.

it.

I have seen the signs in nature, my
friends, and they do not lie.

It is a forewarning, a hint of the
impending doom of nemesis.

Friends, the flood is coming.

I'll choose Christmas.

My friends, please, please heed me.

For behold, it came to pass after seven
days that the waters of the flood were

upon the earth. Friends!

The flood is coming. You'll have to
learn how to swim then.

Act and act now. Take on to your
families and build your acts as I am

building mine now.

Yeah, the animals came in two by two.

No, no.

Listen to him. He speaks the truth.

Brothers, I implore you, listen to me. I
have seen the signs in the sky.

My friends, please act.

Act!

Ah, it's no use.

No use.

You were marvelous, Jonah.

Fire and brimstone, that speech was.
Fire and brimstone. I have failed.

But you did your best, Jonah. You did
your best.

Not good enough.

Most interesting address.

This ark of yours, it will really stand
up to all weather.

It will resist storm and tempest. First
class timber throughout of the finest

British oak.

You did not close your ears to me. You
believe?

I certainly think it's a theory worth
investigating.

Steve, John Steve.

Delighted to meet you, sir. Delighted to
meet you. I am John O 'Bernard and this

is Eli.

How are you? You see, Eli, my words did
not fall entirely on barren soil.

Oh, sir, you give me fresh heart, new
hopes.

Eli, it's a sign.

Our work must go on. Yes.

I go to spread the word, Jonah.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Mr. Steed. As you see, I am a simple
man.

But you are more than welcome to my
table. Thank you.

What turn of fate set your footsteps to
my door, Mr. Steed? I read your letters

in the tile.

You did?

You've had warning of the flood?

Oh, indeed I have.

Something more positive than this, I
hope.

Butterflies. In the stomach. In the
district.

The March Fritillary.

Oh, a rare little creature usually found
in watery districts.

But lately, the village has been
swarming with them.

And then there's the birds.

The birds, the bearded tits. In from the
marshland.

Suddenly, every tree is alive and
bristling with their twitterings.

I tell you, Mr. Steve, this part of the
country is renowned for its dryness.

Yet we are invaded by creatures known to
inhabit watery places.

The balance of nature is disturbed.

Doom is in the air.

It's odd, I'll grant you, but not
conclusive.

Then how do you account for the weather
we've been having lately?

You can't convince me with that. Not in
this country.

Mr. Steve?

Suppose you saw the same cloud in the
same position in the sky every day.

Impossible, you say?

But I have seen such a thing.

The same cloud in the same position in
the sky, unchanging.

Save that each day it gets a little
larger.

Is it there today?

It's there every day.

Come, I'll show you.

On the chair, if you please.

There. Over the wine factory.

Sorry I'm late, Doctor.

The weather, you know.

Yes, most inclement.

Try this. What do you think of it?

A little bit too dry.

Here.

Yes? Excuse me, Dr. Stern. There's a
Mrs. Peel to see you.

What does she want?

It's something to do with a man named
Barker.

Ted Barker.

I'm coming.

He'll be with you in a moment.

Thank you.

Oh,

Mrs. Peel.

Dr. Stern?

I'm afraid I'm very busy.

Then I'll come right to the point. It's
about Ted Barker. Oh, yes, I remember.

Very tragic.

Well? He was found in a field nearby.

As a matter of fact, that field over
there.

And the extraordinary thing about it is,
he was drowned.

I am familiar with the facts.

I understand you have a number of water
tanks in the area.

Tell me, Mrs. Peel, what is your
interest?

Are you a relative of the dead men,
trying to extort compensation?

No, I'm a journalist. A freelance
journalist.

And when I heard about Barker's death, I
thought there might be a story in it.

Our water tanks are within the compound
of the factory.

Our security arrangements are very
strict.

No outsider could enter here without our
knowledge.

We need feel no responsibility.

Then you have no objection to my looking
round the area?

I'm afraid I have the strongest
objections. Good day, Mrs. Beale.

Dr. Stern?

Good day to you, Mrs. Beale.

Mrs. Peel, it's you again.

You should be preparing.

The flood cometh.

Yes, well, I put a down payment on a
canoe.

Eli, I want to know more about your
brother.

He's gone.

There's no more to be said. You say you
actually saw him going into the factory?

Several times.

Late at night. Could you show me the
place?

Eli.

We have a responsibility now, don't we?

We've got to remove temptation from the
path of potential sinners. Now, if there

is a way into the factory... Oh, there's
a way in, all right.

Well, I could take steps to have it
blocked off. We don't want Granny's grog

claim another victim, now, do we?

There's a way in through one of the
storage huts on the north side.

Meet me there at nine o 'clock.

Good evening.

Good evening, Mr. Steele.

You haven't by any chance seen a young
lady?

Mrs. Peel? Yes, I told her to meet me
here. But she was in some time ago.

Tell me, is she a very sinful woman?

I beg your pardon?

This Mrs. Peel, she looks so charming.

But then you can never tell by
appearances.

Are you sure we're talking about the
same person? Yes, Mrs. Peel, tall, slim,

very attractive.

She's pretty.

Great pity.

Because she doesn't seem a sinful woman.

Then why should you think she is? Is it
what she said?

She came in, left a message for you.

But you're not to worry.

But she was going into the pit of
iniquity.

Is that all she said?

That's all.

Eli?

Eli?

Drowned, you say?

Yes. Poor Eli.

And I promised him salvation from the
flood.

But it was not to be.

Poor Eli.

It could have been an accident.

He decided to slip surreptitious up and
slip.

Splash. Impossible. Eli was a
teetotaler.

Ah, when the finger of temptation
beckons. Also, it was a water tank.

There seems to be a surfeit of H2O in
this vicinity.

How's your meteorological time?

Bright and patchy.

There's a load of equipment waiting at
the station to be picked up. Now,

ordinarily, I'd collect it, but...
Extraordinarily, you would collect it.

We'll meet here in an hour.

I've got to buy some wine.

Can I help you?

Any time.

Indeed. John Steed of Steed, Steed,
Steed, Steed, Steed and Jacques Limited.

Wine merchants extraordinary.

How did Jacques get in?

He didn't. He doesn't exist.

But in the wine trade, you must have
that French touch.

So I invented Jacques.

Do your relatives approve?

Eh? Steed, Steed, Steed. Oh, as a matter
of fact, I invented them too. Looks

better on the car.

So you are the real Steed.

I am he. And I have the pleasure of...
Joyce Chase.

Delighted. I have an appointment.

Dr. Sturm told me to look after you.
Even more delighted.

You want to buy some of our wines?

Oh, yes, that was my intention.

Surely your method of fermentation is a
little primitive. It's more like

chutney, that mighty cucumber.

Oh, that was 60 years ago.

Things have changed since then,
especially since Dr. Sturm took over.

When was that?

Two years ago.

He's introduced modern equipment,
scientific apparatus. Well, I hope I

privileged to meet him.

Well, I don't know that... Oh, come now.
If I like what I see, I shall make a

very substantial order. You want to sell
your wine, don't you? Of course, of

course we do. It's just that Dr. Sturm,
he doesn't like people prying.

Appraising, Miss Jason. I shall be
appraising his ingenuity.

One doesn't buy the tree without
sampling the fruit.

But our catalogue is very comprehensive.

Catalogue?

Honeyed blabbery wine.

That means nothing to me, Miss Jason.
Where is the tang of blue blackberries

gathered in the early morning dew by
barefoot peasant girls?

The rich nectar taste of honey syrup.
Not here, but here. The sun glinting

on amber liquid. And here, the nostrils
assaulted by the heady aromatics of a

perfect bouquet. And here, most of all
here, rolling smooth syrup.

Sweet liquid around the mouth.

Alerting the taste buds.

Savouring the sheer sensuality of a
unique experience.

I have a very acute palate. That's
Jason.

I'm very sorry, but I really cannot find
any help in this catalogue.

I'll talk to Dr. Stern.

But we know nothing about this man.

In my opinion, you shouldn't have
agreed.

Don't be silly.

I told you I checked on him when you
made his appointment.

He's a bona fide wine merchant. But
letting him wander around loose.

Suppose he sees something. What can he
see?

Our secret process is our secret.

Mr. Steed.

This way.

Good morning, Mr. Steed.

Dr. Stern? Yes.

And this is my assistant, Martin Smythe.
How do you do?

It's extremely kind of you to let me
look around.

Oh, not at all. If you go to sell our
wine, I think you should have a look

around. Now, this is our main
distillation area.

Distillation of wine?

Oh, I see what you mean. We ferment our
wine, of course.

The final distillation is merely to
ensure the perfect quality.

Over there, we have the plant which
cleans and prepares our raw material.

And this is one of our pulping presses.

You see, the old method of treading
won't do for us.

Oh? Then we make vegetable wine, Mr.
Steed. Have you ever tried to tread

potatoes? Oh, point taken. It was my own
design, by the way.

On this penner, I can control the drop
of the press accurately to ten

thousandths of an inch, so we can pulp,
yet not bruise. Now watch this, Mr.

Steed.

This is a solid piece of brass.

There.

All I do is lift this lever.

Remarkable.

Forty tons per square inch, Mr. Steed.
Quite a giant.

Yet a gentle giant.

You designed it yourself?

Every inch of it. A long way from
winemaking. Oh, I wouldn't say that.

After all, it's an improvement on the
old method, isn't it?

But then a devil in many things makes...
Come now, you're being too modest.

That's a fine engineering feat. Thank
you very much indeed, Mr. Steed. Well,

won't bore you much longer. I'm sure you
would like to see our wine store,

wouldn't you? The main purpose of my
visit. Thank you very much indeed.

Scientific.

Very scientific.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Martin, you worry too much.

I think you'll find this a rather
surprising wine.

Not unlike a dry hock.

What is it?

Oh, bark.

Must have put the dog in it, too.

This, then.

A sparkling buttercup.

Buttercup, eh?

Now, that's more my cup of tea.

Filthy day.

Must have been a great year for
buttercups.

You've decided, then.

Well, I'll be pleased to take your
order.

Delicious. I always wondered why cows
had that contented look. Thought it must

have something to do with fools.

Obviously, the buscars.

Mr. Seed, I don't want to rush. Rainy
and cats and dogs. What terrible weather

we're having. But I am rather busy.

I'm terribly sorry. I'll take a couple
of gross of these, confirm with you

later.

This way.

Lovely weather we're not having.

You can leave this way. You've been a
very great help.

Well, I'll be paddling along.

Dear, oh, dear.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Ah, Mrs. Peel, science cannot avert the
approaching doom.

Perhaps not, but science will at least
prepare us for it. Oh, I can see you do

not believe in the flood.

You think I'm just a crazy old man.

No, Jonah, I don't.

But I'm not prepared to believe anything
until I've made a thorough

investigation. What, with a portable
weather machine?

I wish I could make you see.

Help you to believe.

Have you shown her the cloud?

All set, Mrs. Peel? Yeah, what's all
this about a cloud?

It's a kind of permanent fixture, isn't
it, Jonah? Same cloud, same place, every

day. It's a sign.

It's a cloud.

You can see it from over there. I
suggest you have a look. We can go out

and find out what your box of trips
makes of it all.

You get a better view from the chair.

Oh, yes.

Near the wine factory.

As a matter of fact, it's just over the
field where Ted Barker was found.

In the field.

It's impossible, Steve.

Quite impossible.

A humidity reading as high as this.

Is that bad?

Well, to get a reading as high, you'd
have to be in the jungles of Brazil or

parts of equatorial Africa. But here in
England, it's unheard of.

Yet here it is.

I know.

Couldn't have been that cloud brought it
about.

No. A normal cloudy day only produces a
reading of... It must be the machine.

It's giving me a faulty reading.

Perhaps. Well, we'll check up on it. Oh?

How?

Heard of Sir Arnold Kelly?

Of course. He's the best meteorological
man in the country.

I've sent for him. He should be waiting
for us at Barnard's now.

Your flowers.

Please. Whoa!

Over here.

Sorry, sorry.

These spectacles of mine keep missing
out. Can't understand it.

Well, now, Mr... Oh.

Mrs. Peel, Sir Arnold Kelly.

Oh, very pleased to meet you, though.
How anyone could mistake you for a man.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Oh, not at all, not at all. I've been
having a discussion with Mr.

Barnard about the weather.

Very true.

Well, then, what have we? Well, I've
made a preliminary reading.

Really? With what result?

These.

I'm sorry. I thought for a moment that
read 67 .8 % humidity.

It does.

Eh?

A little joke, eh, Steve?

I'm afraid it's no joke, Sir Arnold.
What? Oh, calm down. 67 .8%. Ridiculous.

That was the reading I got.

Well, equipment must be 40 then. No
other explanation?

Well, perhaps you'd like to see for
yourself.

Right away, I think.

67 .8%. Luckily, I brought my own
equipment down.

Now then, let's see.

No wonder you got a false reading.

Well, never mind.

Use my own equipment. We'll see you
later, Sir Arnold. Oh, yes, yes.

That equipment was all right when we
left. I know.

What do you think?

I think I'm going to sample another
bottle of buttercup brew.

Goodbye.

Terribly sorry to burst in on you like
this. Knew you wouldn't mind.

Decided to take home with me a couple of
bottles of best buttercup.

Taken at random just to test their
overall quality.

This way.

Mr. Steve. Don't let me drag you away
from your work. I can find my own way.

All set for a wet winter. I like that.
Think ahead.

This way.

Don't let me disturb you, gentlemen.

I'd like to stop him. A bottle or two of
buttercup brew. Mr. Steed. I'm going to

pass it around my friends, give them a
little taste, and it's all good for

business. Please, Mr. Steed. Be my
guest, my dear.

I hope you don't mind.

Of course we don't mind, Mr. Steed. As
you say, it's good for business. Thank

you, young fellow.

After you, my dear.

I hope you don't mind my sapling a
little of your brew while I'm in there.

My goodness me, what have we here?

Pulverized dry ice.

Aha, I've caught you out.

Part of a secret process, eh?

That's what puts the sharp, tangy flavor
into buttercup brew.

You're quite right, Mr. Steed. You
caught us out. Aha.

Excuse me, my dear.

See, he gets what he wants. Then get the
idiot out of here.

Huh?

One bottle of buttercup and one of dad's
weed.

Will that be all, Mr. Dean?

Aye, thank you very much.

Very kind of you to let me impose like
this.

Not at all.

Splendid place you have here.

I'm glad you improved.

Absolutely first class. Strange about
the rain, though.

Rain? Yes, back there. Sound of rain all
the time. Very odd.

Oh, that's just an illusion, Mr. Steele.
What do you hear, sir?

Liquid pouring into the vest.

Many people make the same mistake.

Really?

Trouble with your washer?

You mean to say it was that all the
time? Oh, I can't believe it.

I'll tell you what. You turn it off.
I'll go back and listen.

I'm afraid, Mr. Thede, I must ask you to
leave now.

You're interrupting important work.

I'm most terribly sorry. It's very
foolish of me. Well, goodbye to you.

to you.

Well, Miss Jason, I think I'll have a
cup of the growth of the wheat and

Two dozen of the growth juice.

Now, perhaps now I can get back to my
job. Your troubles aren't over.

There's somebody down in the field
again.

Can't you see who it is?

No. Might be the same one as before.
It's hard to say from here.

He's alone this time, anyway.

Freddie, give me my glasses, please.

Thank you.

He's obviously got some new equipment.

Here.

He's not wearing a Macintosh.

Pity. Looks like rain.

You know who he was?

No. Sir Arnold Kelly.

A meteorologist?

Yes. One of the nation's top weathermen.

You got rid of him? He's safely out of
sight.

Good, good.

But what was he doing here?

And that woman who came to see him? Mrs.
Peel.

Yes, where is she?

She's down at Jonah's place, waiting for
Kelly to come back.

Sir Arnold Kelly and Mrs. Peel.

They didn't arrive there by accident.

The interest was aroused by something.

And I have an idea just what that
something was.

Jonah Barnard and his letters to the
Times.

Yes, I think he lowers the tone of the
neighborhood.

Don't you think so?

Something should be done about it.

Naturally.

Oh, by the way, Mrs. Peel was very
anxious to see over the plant, wasn't

I think we should extend that courtesy
to her.

Mrs. Peel, we haven't met before.

Smiles, Martin Smiles. I work with Dr.
Stern.

Oh? Yes.

Fact is, Mrs. Peel, the doctor rather
regrets turning you away the other day.

Can't antagonize the press, can we?

He'd like you to come over now.

Right at this minute?

Please.

Well, I'm afraid it's simply not
convenient.

Please.

What are you doing, brother?

I want to help you build your ark. But
you're from the wine factory.

You believe?

Yeah, I believe.

I want to be saved.

You do? Yeah.

Oh, boy, have I misjudged you.

Well, Mrs. Peel, I don't think you've
told us all you know.

But you will, I assure you, you will.

It may take a little time, of course.

Intervals of one thousandth of an inch.

Not an excessive pressure at the moment,
huh?

No, I think another half inch before
breathing becomes difficult.

Well, we'll give you a little time to
think about it, Mrs. P, until you're

Then a fraction more pressure and your
ribs will bend.

Another fraction and your ribs will
crack.

Well, think about it.

And be ready with your answers by the
time we return, won't you?

Evil vipers over the land.

Man has destroyed mountains with his
science.

Has caused his fellows to suffer.

His sins need to be expiated.

Cleansed. And for this, the flood will
come.

Mountains will disappear.

Buildings will crumble.

And not a tree will be seen over the
entire land.

Well, thank you. Thank you, friends.

Act on it.

Act. Act soon.

Thank you.

I think you won over the dog.

Oh, not just the dog, Mr. Steed. Oh,
another convert?

From the pit of iniquity itself.

Good. Where's Mrs. Peel? She was here
some time ago.

I tell you, all is not lost when I
reclaim a soul from that evil place of

intoxicating liquors. The wine factory?
The very place. And there are four men.

A young fellow named Frederick.

He was here?

It was about a half hour ago.

I tell you, I was inspired.

He came unbidden. You haven't seen Mrs.
Peel since he arrived?

Why, no.

What are you driving at?

What did he do while he was here?

He listened to me. No, I mean, where did
he go? Where did he stand? Well, he was

interested in VR.

Where was he then?

Well, he was working there.

And he was most anxious to help.

These timbers, how are they secured?

Oh, wooden pegs and waterproof glue.

As secure as they can be?

Sure. I made them myself.

They will last a thousand years. Stand
back.

It was meant to kill you.

You mean that man from the wine factory?

Why should anyone want to kill me?

Why should anyone want to kill Ted
Barker or Eli?

And Sir Arnold Kelly, he ought to be
back by now.

Mr. Seed, I am not a violent man by
nature, but when faced with the problem

survival...

I had an auntie who used to make
biscuits like this.

Rain contains silver iodide.

Excessive amount indicates it was
introduced by man. What's silver iodide?

They used it two or three years ago in
Arizona.

Arizona, America?

There was a big drought there.

They were trying to find ways of making
rain.

Doesn't it strike you as odd?

Odd? Making rain?

It's flying in the face of nature. No,
by all accounts, this field has a fairly

high degree of rainfall.

And yet it never seems to stay very wet.

What does that suggest to you?

Good drainage.

This field's absolutely flat. There's no
natural drainage.

But you see, Mr. Steele, around here,
this part...

Come on, wiggle.

Now what?

Looks like being a damp journey.

Now moint yourself.

Moint yourself down there.

Well, Mrs. Peel, are you ready to tell
me who sent you here? No one sent me.

I heard about Ted Barker's death and...
Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no. That won't do. That won't do
at all.

How about Sir Arnold Kelly?

I suppose his presence here was merely
accidental, was it?

Well?

Well, I'd just have to squeeze the
information out of you.

This way.

Uncomfortable, Mrs. Peel.

But no pain, I trust?

No, you're still one -eighth of an inch
from real pain.

Believe me, Mrs. Peel, I don't enjoy
this any more than you do.

But I have to protect my interests.

My colleague and I have just reached the
end of a long, hard road.

We don't want to have that jeopardized.

Not now that we have finally succeeded.

Succeeded? In what?

Succeeded in making rain, Mrs. Peel.

Rain such as the world has never seen
before.

Torrential driving rain, to order.

It contains the power now in my hands.

A machine, a system of convection,
chemicals and electronics, geared to one

process. What's that? The manufacture of
rain. As you may know, there's moisture

in the air, which we breathe at all
times.

And my machine makes use of that
moisture.

Excellent use.

To what end?

Well, originally to a very selfish end.
I wanted to water my garden.

But now I suppose I will grow fat on my
discovery.

Because Martin wants to sell to the
highest bidder.

One of the big military nations.

He's already put out feelers in certain
parts of the globe.

A military nation with a rain -making
device?

But it's much more than that, Mrs. Peel.
Don't you see?

It has the biggest military weapon since
the nuclear bomb.

Relentless, never ceasing rain.

Rocket and planes grounded.

Full armies bogged down or washed away.

Centuries of agricultural wealth.

Destroyed in a couple of minutes.

A great flood to order.

Dr. Stern?

We're waiting for you.

Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming.

Forgive me, Mrs. Peel.

It can pain to plan, but I'll be back.
It may depend on that.

Dear diabolical mastermind, you.

Gentlemen should knock before entering.

What are you, a sparkle in a seaweed
soda?

No, I'm the kick in the nettle noggin.

Oh, my, I'll have you out of here.

Two shakes of a swizzle stick.

That's what Stern told me how to operate
this. To one thousandth of an inch.

Twiddle this little knob here.

Turn this switch here.

I pressed the sleeper up.

Or was it down?

I think it was up.

Well, let's make a change. Press it
down.

Hallelujah!

You were looking at it upside down, Mr.
Steele.

Come on, chicken.

You must have had a terrible experience.

Come on, you're all right now. You're
dead safe. Terrible experience.

The circulation going.

Oh, did you know what you were doing, or
am I just lucky?

Of course I knew.

I'll show you.

Take one ordinary common garden bowler
hat.

One turns this knob here, pushes up this
lever, and the gentle giant crashes

down to stop within one thousandth of an
inch of my bowler hat.

It was over very quickly. I don't think
it suffered.

You heard what Storm said.

The coming flood is not the work of
nature.

Some kind of machinery.

Let's try through there.

Thank you, Mr. Steele.

Lovely for the complexion.

Dr. Skarn.

There's all these charts. It's been
raining here for about a year.

There it is.

They're about in for a dry spell.

Glory! The flood is here!

The flood is here!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

I told you. I told you the blood is
coming. Get out of here. Get out of

The blood is coming.

The blood is coming.

One, two, three.

Where's Dr. Stern?

Oh, I don't know. I thought you. I
thought you.

The machine's burned out.

Oh, I think I'm getting a cold.

Get your feet wet? Hmm.

This'll do you good. Granny Gregson's
marrow rum.

What's that?

I got a ticket for Jonah's Ark.

I like to be on the safe side. Bon
voyage. I see you're sharing a cabin

Jersey cow.

I've got a weakness for big brown eyes.

Bless you.