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It's all very strange.

For most of the year, we feed and coddle
our game birds, protect them from

predators, defend them from the
poachers.

Then, on the morning of August the 12th,
we get out our guns and we see how many

of them we can kill. Simon!

Ah, Marge.

What's for lunch?

Very dull, I'm afraid. Chicken.

I hope you're hungry.

I am ravenous.

Come on, Sinbad. Sit.

Sit. Sit, boy.

I missed.

Oh, never have game pie at that rate.

Yeah, so these grass are cunning, you
know. They duck.

I don't think you're trying. You haven't
made a kill all day.

The truth is I'm not a very expert
marksman. Oh, come on. Surely no one can

say that about the famous Simon Templer.

There's quite a mess coming up.

Uh -huh.

They'll be calling the guns in in a few
minutes.

Can't be too soon for me. It's one of
the bleakest places I've ever seen.

Anybody live out there?

A gamekeeper has a cottage away there to
the north.

A laboratory is the only other building
in the whole moor. A laboratory?

Aye. It was an old farmhouse. One of the
ministries took it over a few years ago

and added some extra buildings.

Bulldozers, cement mixers. They ruined
the shooting for poor seasons.

What do they do out there?

Nobody cares.

It's one of these top secret affairs.

The gun's here.

Naomi is shooting for the day.

If you're all ready, sir, we'll gang
down to the cars.

Well, I'll walk on up to the house.

It'll be dark before you're there.

The exercise will do me good after
standing around here all day.

Well, your quickest way is over yon rise
and down through Ravenwood.

Fine. Tell the colonel I see him up
there now. All right, sir.

Eight race.

Not too bad for so late in the season.

Sinbad!

Here, boy!

Sinbad!

Well, I don't understand it. He just
doesn't go off like that.

Probably off chasing rabbits somewhere.

He'll show up, don't worry.

Now, where the devil is everybody?

Donny, give them another blast.

Ah, Sims.

Where's Mr. Templer? Walking back, sir.
Said he'd see you at dinner.

At this rate, he'll be there before us.

Put your things in the back of the car
and we'll... Drive down and pick up the

others as we go.

We can't go until we find Sinbad.

Nonsense, sir. It wouldn't surprise me
to find him at home till we get there.

Now, come along. Get in the car.

Sure, take a walk around and see if I
can find him, miss. Would you? I'd be

awfully grateful.

I've made your wishes at times, Sims.

Come along, come along.

This isn't quite safe.

It's Simon, isn't it, Lucy?

That's pretty unlikely.

If I remember, Simon has a better sense
of direction than a filming producer.

Templer back yet? No, miss. He can't be
very far behind us.

Do you want a drink before we change for
dinner? Oh, yes, please.

I think I'll just go down to the kennels
and see if Sinbad's come back.

I was down there a few minutes ago,
miss. He wasn't there then.

Oh.

Oh, well, I'm sure Sims will find him.

Well, I hope our other dinner guests
won't have the same vanishing qualities

Simon and Sinbad. Thank you.

Thank you. If they have, I'm afraid
you're in for a rather dull evening.

I took the bird with my left barrel,
then swung and fired with the right.

Hanged if I didn't knock two more birds
down with one shot. Your reactions must

be very quick. Oh, they have to be when
they're shooting, guys. Thank you.

Oh, by the way, is Mr. Templer all
right? I think so, sir. He's just

Good.

My other guest had something of an
experience tonight. What happened?

Well, he didn't go into details, but
from what he said, I imagine he ran into

pooter. A fellow attacked him. Really?

Was he hurt? No, he got a nasty bump on
the back of his head.

Ah, Simon.

We were just talking about you. Now,
come and tell us exactly what happened.

not quite sure. Shall we talk about it
later? Of course. Now, what you need is

drink. Thompson.

Now, let me introduce you to my guests.

This is Simon Templer. Professor Edward
Oakridge. Mr. Templer. And this is Jack

Ingram. Nice to know you.

By the way, where's Marge?

I don't know. I thought she went up to
change ages ago.

Thompson, just go up and tell Miss
Marjorie that dinner's nearly ready,

you? Yes, sir.

Oakridge and Ingram are working out to
the research station.

But it's no good asking them what
they're doing, though.

I'm afraid it's all very hush -hush.
Well, that's true of Oakridge, but

nothing secret about what I do. I'm in
charge of security.

It's pretty isolated out on the moor. I
shouldn't imagine you have much trouble

with intruders, do you? I almost welcome
them. My biggest problem is boredom.

Really? Well, you must come out on a
shoot with us one day. It's always

interesting. No, no, that wouldn't do at
all.

Mr. Ingram is an anti -bloodsport man.

Well, I'm not actively against it. It's
just that I don't think I'd find much

enjoyment in killing for pleasure.
Unlike most cops, you'll find that Mr.

is rather sensitive.

I can understand that you consider
killing animals fairly unimportant,

spend your working day devising more
efficient means for killing people.

That's the kind of remark one would
expect from a cop.

You know our weapons will never be used.
Then don't you feel a certain futility

in having spent your life making them?

Sorry, we've got to be carried away. Not
at all.

Well, let's go in, shall we?

Miss Marjorie's not in her room, sir.

What?

Marjorie. Daddy, they're not back yet.

Not back yet? But it's nearly nine o
'clock. Are you sure he's not down at

cottage? I've just come from there. I
went down to the edge of the moor, then

as far as Wolf Rock.

There's no sign of him.

Is the dog still out?

I can't find him.

Gentlemen, I shall have to ask you to
excuse me.

One of my men is out on the moors, and
they can be very treacherous, even if

know them well.

I shall have to organise a search.

I'll come with you.

Oakridge and I have got the jeep
outside.

Yes, yes, of course.

I'd be very glad of your help.

Thompson. Sir. Go and get the other men,
and I want them all here in 15 minutes.

Yes, sir.

I've got some large -scale maps in my
study. We'll break the area down into

sections.

Simon, if anything happens to him, it'll
be my fault. I asked him to stay out

there. Don't worry, Marge.

We'll find him.

Have you ever seen or heard anything
about strange lights on the moor?

You sometimes hear people who've seen
marsh gas.

You know, will -o' -the -wisp. I think
the scientific name is ignis fatus.

No, it's nothing like that.

Well, what do you mean?

It's not very important.

What place is it? She's fallen down one
of the potholes.

Those riddles with them.

With half a dozen men on foot and two
cars, we should find him.

We'll make things any easier.

There's Goat's stall.

That's where we said we'd meet him, in
the jeep.

I saw headlights coming his way a moment
ago.

Ah, they're there.

I can't hear anything.

Relax. Simon thought he heard something.

Back to the Jeep. Drive down to all the
others and we'll find him.

Right.

In you go. Up you go.

You better go and see if you can help,
Jock.

What about you?

No, I'll be all right.

I'll tell the others.

All right, if you're sure.

Ferd is dead.

He knew these marks like the back of his
hand.

Simon, we're going to have to get him
out of there.

I'll get some tackle from the car.

All right, Colonel.

Well, Doctor, how far did he fall?

Oh, no more than seven or eight feet.

Then the fall couldn't account for it.

Account for what?

The internal injuries.

I can't imagine how they occurred.

The entire skeletal structure seems to
have calcified.

The bones have become brittle.

I'll know more in the morning when I
make a detailed examination.

Would you like to hazard a guess as to
the cause of death?

Surely that's obvious.

He must have been killed by the fall.

Perhaps he struck his head and... No,
no, no.

He was dead before the fall.

There was no bleeding from the abrasions
caused by the rocks.

Before the fall?

Then what did kill him?

I know of nothing in the world that
could cause injuries such as those.

It's already gone too far.

Don't you understand what you've done
tonight?

I helped in the initial stages.

Part of that work is mine.

God forgive me.

I helped you create this evil.

Now I've got to destroy it.

He must be told of our secret
experiments.

He must be shown the result.

Your stupid desire to experiment outside
the limits of the laboratory has

already cost a life.

If you refuse to destroy it, I'll...

I see.

Very well.

I'll be over there as soon as I can.

I thought you were going to bed. I was
just on my way.

Simon, I've got to go out tonight.

I'd be grateful if you'd come with me.
Why, what's happened?

There's been a murder out at the
research station.

As chief constable of the county, I
don't come under the security

that govern the research station.

So you can get in, but your policeman
can't? Not until I get clearance from

London. Simon, this place is ultra top
secret.

My men have no jurisdiction inside until
the ministry gives its approval.

Quite frankly, I don't relish the idea
of standing outside the fence while you

investigate. When Ingram called, he
particularly asked that I bring you.

Probably highly irregular.

Then so's murder.

I can't help feeling that whatever
research they're working on out there is

up in some way with Sim's death.

Why?

I was watching Oak Ridge when the doctor
gave his report.

Something frightened him very badly.

Yes, he did seem rather jumpy.

Well, right now he tops my list of
suspects.

Well, you can write him off.

Why?

It's Oak Ridge that's been murdered.

security large the prime minister
couldn't get in with any less fuss

as it was when you found him? Exactly.

Well, the screwdriver was what killed
him. I removed it.

I thought he was still alive.

Then your fingerprints will be on it.

I was trying to save a man's life. I
didn't stop to think of things like

I was trying to write something.

Cop.

You're a cop, Mr. Ingram.

That's true.

At my house tonight, when you were
arguing with Eckridge, he called you a

He used the word like a term of abuse.

Colonel Loss, you have my word. I didn't
kill Professor Oakridge.

But I understand that because of the
evidence, I must stand as a prime

How many of you are there on the
station?

Eleven. That includes the research staff
and the guards and myself.

Eleven. Well, discounting the likelihood
of anyone crossing the perimeter wire,

that limits your field of suspects to
eleven.

Someone on the inside.

I would like to talk to the others.

Everyone except the guards who are on
duty is in there.

Are you gentlemen now from the police?

This is Professor Rand.

He's in charge of research.

Now, see here, I want this matter
cleared up quickly.

Naturally, Oakridge's death is a matter
of concern for all of us.

But whilst we regret his passing, we
cannot allow it to interfere with the

important work that must carry on.

Understand? Clearly.

Wouldn't you say so, Colonel?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I would.

Now, we will all tell you exactly what
we know.

That, I trust, will end the matter.

And you won't keep coming back and
bothering us with damn silly questions.

You may proceed.

You may use my desk.

Who found the body?

I did.

It was about 1 .30.

I was in the corridor on the way to my
quarters.

I noticed Professor Sorin was in his
laboratory. I called out goodnight to

Which is Professor Sorin?

I am.

That is quite correct.

I saw a light under the door of
Professor Oakridge's lab.

I looked in, and I saw him lying there.

I called out to Sorin, and I thought I
heard Oakridge groan, so I rushed over

and moved the weapon.

It was only a matter of seconds before I
joined Ingram.

Would you have had time to wipe the word
off the floor?

I suppose I could have.

Hardly. All right, then I couldn't.

I'm sorry. I don't want to make trouble.

Just to tell the truth.

Did anyone else see Oakridge tonight?

Yes, sir.

This is John Burney, one of the security
guards.

Professor Oakridge and Mr. Ingram came
back here together, sir, in the jeep.

I let them into the building, and they
both went into the laboratory next door.

He was going to lend me a book. I went
in with him to get it.

Do you have the book?

No.

He couldn't find it.

Anyway, sir, when Klein came down the
corridor to relieve me, he heard the

terrible row going on.

Well, the professor was shouting and I
listened at the door.

Did you hear any other voice in the
room?

Well, sort of, sir, but I couldn't
recognise it. Did you hear what Oakridge

said? I couldn't help it, sir. He was
really yelling.

Whoever he was with was speaking very
softly.

What did he say?

Well, he said something about, uh, it's
gone too far. We can't control it any

longer. Then he went on about destroying
and evil. I couldn't quite catch it

all. The only thing I heard distinctly
was him saying, he must be told.

Told? Told? What should I be told?

I don't know, sir.

Oakridge said he.

Why the assumption that he meant you?

Well, I... I... I don't know. I...

I just assumed... that if there was
something important happening,

I, as head of research, would be the one
to tell.

There's no sinister reason, I assure
you.

Anybody have any more facts to add?

Very well.

My men will be up in the morning to take
statements from you.

I don't think there's much more we can
do tonight.

You can go, gentlemen.

What do you think?

On the face of it, Ingram's our boy.

Perhaps a little too obviously. I agree.

The really damning thing is this word
cop.

Well, the killer could have dipped
Oakridge's finger in the blood and

it.

Then again, perhaps the word wasn't
completed.

You mean he managed only the first three
letters before he died?

The missing element is motive.

That has to be here in the building.

Have you any idea what you're looking
for?

Tonight, when I ran into what you
thought was a poacher...

If you're finished, I'll take you back
to the gate.

We would like to look around before we
leave.

This is the end of the tour. We've come
back to where we started.

Without giving away any state secrets,
what is the nature of the research here?

Radiation weapons.

Are all the scientists working on the
same project?

Yes, but they work on independent lines.

Professor Rand collates their findings
and applies them to the main research so

that one man could work on something
without the knowledge of the others.

Yes, I suppose that's possible.

What are you getting at, Simon?

I was just curious. We haven't been in
here yet.

No, it's only Professor Sorin's
laboratory.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was
anybody in here.

Well, what is it you want?

We'd like to look around, if we may.

If you must, you must. Hurry up and get
it over with.

Cylindra, doesn't it?

Yes. A very simple form of life.

We are quite proud of it. It was created
here in this laboratory.

You mean you make love?

Yes. I thought you were primarily
concerned with radiation.

Oh, so we are.

But not only as a verb.

Life can grow from it, too.

When the world first began, it must have
been subjected to enormous radiation.

And perhaps because of it, the first
life appeared. Oh, simple one -celled

creatures.

The first living things on this globe
were perhaps not unlike this.

I think you've said enough, Professor
Thornton. Sorry.

I must remind you that our work here is
highly confidential.

Now, if you gentlemen have seen all you
want, I must ask you to leave.

What's in here?

It's a culture room.

It's locked.

Yes, I have some developing amoeba in
there.

It is temperature controlled. I'd rather
you did not go in there.

I would rather like to see inside, if
you don't mind.

Very well, but...

No! I cannot allow your investigation to
jeopardize any experiment.

If Professor Sorin wishes the door to
remain closed, then so it will.

I will permit it to be opened only if
the Ministry insists.

Well, we'll just have to see that the
Ministry does insist, won't we?

You think that room is important?

It's vital.

You'll just have to wait till morning.

You know, my tense pleasure would like
to forget your position and help me

into that place.

It's quite a tempting idea, but it'd
help to prove my innocence.

No, security is my responsibility. I
can't do that.

I'm going to the police headquarters
with Colonel North. I'll be back in a

couple of hours.

Open the gate, Colonel. Drive out as
fast as you can. Wait for me half an

down the road.

What do you want?

I think I'll take a walk around the
wire.

What about getting Mitzi on, then?

Yes, I've got it. Minutes your
permission to enter and investigate the

station. Good, good.

Then I'll get the fingerprint and the
forensic people up there right away.

Would you like some coffee?

No, thanks.

Where's Mr. Templer? He's having
breakfast in his room.

I wish I knew what he'd found out there
last night.

Didn't you say anything?

No, nothing.

Only that he wanted complete dossiers on
all the scientists.

Goodbye.

That's done.

They're on their way.

Morning. Ah, morning, Simon.

How's the neck?

It's still sore.

I know it was only trying to be helpful.
So you brought the files? Yes, they're

all there. Are you ready now to tell us
what you found?

Yes, I think I found a motive.

Shall we go?

Come along.

Goodbye, darling.

That's one of those creatures a bit
hefty, isn't it?

There had to be a thorough
investigation.

He was born in Russia.

Really?

I thought you knew.

What is it, Simon?

Marge, I want you to do something for
me.

Drive into town and go to the reference
library.

What do you want me to look for?

Simon! Coming!

Thank you to pick up on me.

I hate driving this fellow.

At least there won't be much traffic
about.

Sorry to keep you waiting. All right.

Oh, they make very interesting reading.

Did they tell you who killed Oak Ridge?

No, but they...

Field down to four possibles.

Who?

First there's Saren. No, no, he and
Oakbridge worked together in America.

were good friends.

Maybe.

Then there's Rand.

I must say, he was very determined you
shouldn't open that locked door last

night. You can't be serious.

Not Rand.

Why not?

Oh, it doesn't seem very likely.

If murderers were likely, they'd be much
easier to catch.

All right, well... Klein, the guard.

Yes, that makes three. Who's your fourth
suspect?

You, Mr. Ingram.

Oh, you're back.

Good morning, Professor.

We have permission... Yes, yes, yes. I
know all about that. The minister

telephoned me this morning.

I made it quite clear that I consider
this an utterly unwarrantable

interference.

However... You'll be good enough to
unlock the door.

Give me the keys.

This is part of the old building, isn't
it? Yes, it's part of the original

farmhouse. There have, of course, been
many alterations.

There you are, gentlemen.

And if you expected we were concealing a
maniac murderer in there, I'm afraid

you'll be sadly disappointed.

You can't blame our scientists for going
to America, can you?

Do you want to do ground, Simon?

No, thanks, Colonel.

Not at the moment.

Then it seems there's been a great deal
of fuss over nothing. I hope you're

satisfied. Oh, I wouldn't say over
nothing, Professor Rand.

You see, doors only hold an attraction
for me when they're locked.

Shall we go and see how the thinker room
boys are doing? Very well.

Simon, I think you know considerably
more than you've told me.

I hate to pull rank, but I must insist
that you give me that information.

I'm afraid my information is only
guesswork. Well, let me hear your

All right.

Last night, whatever or whoever...

North? Yes.

It's an outside call for you. Thank you.
Hello, yes, put them on.

Marge, did you get it? Yes, yes, I got
it.

It's going to help you find the killer.
I can't imagine.

How long will it take you to get here?

The fog's pretty thick.

There's no road across the moor. If I
drive that way, it'll save me at least

seven miles.

All right, but be careful.

Bye.

As soon as Marge gets here, you can make
your arrest.

There was someone listening on the line.

Where are you going?

Make sure Marge gets here.

I don't have time to explain what you
call the main gate. Someone's let me

through. I can't wait for a check.

Hello, main gate.

All right, it's me, Marge.

He tried to kill me.

Who was it? He's gone. But who was it? I
don't know, but I will in the next 20

minutes.

Did you get the book?

It's in the car.

I don't understand. All right, Marge,
you won't come back.

I must protest.

John, detectives have herded us in here
like children in a school.

What Mr. Templer has to say won't take
long. And I don't think you'll find it

uninteresting.

There are one or two things I'd like to
check.

First of all, Oakridge spoke fluent
English.

So well, in fact, most of us thought he
was English. But at any time, did anyone

hear him lapse into his native tongue?

Well, sometimes when he got excited, he
spoke Russian.

Thank you.

Professor Wren, why were you so anxious
last night to keep the door of the

cultural room closed?

It was my privilege to do so. I won't
have any Tom, Dick or Harry prying into

matters that don't concern them. In
other words, you were being

I'm just trying to prove the point that
your freedom from interference policy

provided the motive for murder.

I don't believe you.

One of your scientists discovered
something that may have been a by

his actual research, but because he was
never questioned, he was able to develop

it in absolute secrecy.

The thing he made was a weapon.

Now, Oakridge may have found out about
it, or he may have helped in its

production. And if Oakridge was
involved, why was he murdered?

Because this weapon is totally
destructive.

Capable of killing all forms of life,
all mankind.

Last night, it killed Sims.

Only then did Oakridge realize he'd gone
too far. He decided to tell some higher

authority.

His partner had to stop him.

So, the question is, who was his
partner?

Oakridge started to write the name of
his partner, his killer, in his own

But there's nobody here whose name
begins with C -O -P.

Oakridge was dying.

He sought and acted in his native
language.

The words he wrote were Russian.

What does C -O -P signify in Russian?

Miss North will explain the differences
of the Russian alphabet.

In Russian, C is S, O is the same in
both languages,

and P is equivalent to R.

So it would seem that Oak Ridge was
trying to write song.

Get away from me.

I've created a weapon that can change
the world.

Be back.

Sauron, how is this invention of yours
different from, say, a nuclear bomb?

It destroys all life, but leaves no
trace of radiation.

It's a classic death ray.

And you've done it.

In absolute secrecy.

But you'll never get away.

When the workmen were putting in a new
floor in the culture room, I found a

tunnel.

It leads to the moors.

It was so stupid.

Everywhere, security, precautions, and
yet I could come and go as I pleased.

No matter what you do, we'll find you.

I've already made the phone call.

And within hours, I shall be out of this
country to a government that will pay

me millions.

Give me the gun, sir.

I would pray for his own medicine.

Good God.

What a ghastly machine.

There's not much left of it, I'm happy
to report.

Perhaps that's just as well?

I think so.