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# HOLST: Mars from The Planets Suite

Right. We're standing by.

OK, Australia?

Yes, we're ready for it.

OK, let's have your report.

WOMAN:

<- Thank you, Harris. Same this end.>
<- Message received.>

It's 57 hours now. I'm sorry,Judith.

If they were in a plane and it was so hopelessly
overdue, we'd know they were dead, but this...

He may...They may still be alive.

Look...

As soon as you married Victor,
I should have taken you off the project.

Iwouldn't have gone.

Your husband and the others are brave.

They're not only brave - they're resourceful.
Remember that.

Now, you -take a break.That's an order.

(Bleeping)

Control Room.

Oh,just a moment.
For you, Professor. The Minister.

Put heron.

Yes, I said I'd report any change.
I only wish I could.

But... Future development be damned!
You tell them the truth.

All contact with the rocket was lost
over 57 hours ago,

when it veered off its estimated path
at 18,000 miles an hour.

Now, this cross-examination
is getting us nowhere.

Your Committee seem very concerned
about the fate of its limited interests.

Well, I just don't know.

- What do you think concerns are?
- (Bleeping)

Mission Control. Yes. Put them on.

Hello, Tarooma. Standing by.

HARRIS:

Did you hear that?

- Message received. Stand by.
-56.2. 180...

- She's descending at a very steep angle.
- Straight down?

That curve must be the end of an ellipse.

QUATERMASS:

What's the result?

562,000 miles from Earth.

562,000? That's way beyond anything
we'd ever allowed for.

That's twice as far again as the Moon.

(Bleeping)

Mission Control.

- Blaker's on the line.
- Put her through.

<- If you're wise...>
<- Listen!>

We've got a trace. Australia picked it up first.
Now it's coming through to us.

<- What did they say?>
<- Communications are down, but...>

well, our only chance of saving them
is to separate the nuclear propulsion unit,

bring the crew module down.

Well, I'm afraid it isn't.

What happened up there - well, we don't know.
Perhaps we never will.

But, instead ofturning in the pre-arranged orbit
around Earth, it carried on, straight into space.

QUATERMASS:

If the path it took was a true ellipse...

...we may be able to bring them home.

BR7 Control. BR7 Control.

Greene, Reichenheim, Carmen.

Victor...

The important thing is...can we regain control?

- Yes.
- Full response?

8,000 metres per second.

Hello,Tarooma.
Immediate retro-fire required, Tarooma.

Full response anticipated when?

The only way to reduce the velocity-
turn the engine around.

- Turn complete.
<- Coming up on the burn>

in five, four, three, two,

Capsule separation complete.

- Descent has begun.
- Yes!

HARRIS:

No, we can't risk it.We'll handle it.

<- It's up to you, then. Good luck, guys.>
<-Thanks.>

- Well.7
- You say it.

For the first time, they may have a chance.

Velocity?

7.6km a second.

It's far too fast for that altitude.
Air pressure could tear her apart.

Full wind drag, landing gear extended...
It's still not enoughJudith?

QUATERMASS:
Re-entry imminent. Crash team, stand by.

(Bleeping)
- It's far too high. Air brakes to maximum.

Go on one, two,

three and four.

Three's failed.

- 1720.
<- Keep with it.>

1690.

Her altitude, it's impossible. She's gonna crash.

All engines on reverse thrust for seven seconds.

- All?
- Do it! Now.

JUDITH: <1270. 1140.>

(Man moaning)

(Crash)

Whoa!

Len! Len!

Come back. Don't try and touch it.

I'm not going to.

Len, don't go too near.

And do your trousers up!

It looks red-hot!

Look at all that smoke coming out.
It's gonna go off.

Come here, Len.

Oh, shut up.

It looks like steam.

Well, look,just come away.

Look, you're off your head.
It's a bomb. They finally dropped one.

Come on! It's gonna blow up.

How bad is it?

Thank God.John...

Listen. Don't let anyone touch anything.
We're on our way.

Well?

It's still in one piece.
Now, that is more than we could have hoped for.

- Chopper's outside.
- Come on. Let's go.

What?

How many were killed?

Injured?

Nobody?

Hello? Hello?

Yes, this is still the news desk.

Did you see the thing yourself?

What does it look like?

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

'Fime?

What time did all this happen?

Eh? Well, you must know when.

Hello?

Poor Jacko.

Something came down in Surrey. Crashed.

Oh, a mystery plane? Good night, Jacko.

Sounds more like a UFO scare.
Lots of stuff about lig hts in the sky and smoke...

Hello?

Only ten minutes ago?

All right. I'll send somebody.

Flying saucers? Who are you gonna send?

Johnson, if he's back.

Hello? Hello?

- I'll do it.
- Is Arthur Johnson...

What,you.7

Jimmy, this is a straight write-up job. Probably
a false alarm. Not James Fullalove stuff.

I need something, Jacko.

After those diets, celebrity make-overs
and the Chelsea Flower Show,

I need something a bit more meaty.

POLICEWOMAN:

Please get back.

Quatermass? Lomax. MOD Investigations.

- The rocket's ours.
- Right.

- Area secured?
- The police have everything under control.

Judith.

Well, how is it?

It's intact, as far as I can tell.

- Are they alive?
- I don't know.

(Reporters clamouring)

FU LLALOVE: Come on, Professor.
Let's have the story. What is that thing?

- It's a spaceship.
- Why all the secrecy? How many aboard?

Three men.

Stop! Stop! Listen.

(Metallic tapping)

Can you hear it?

The tapping-

Oh, God, they're alive!

(Metallic tapping)

- (Judith moans)
QUATERMASS:

MAN:

John...

- Wctor!
-flctor, you're back!

- His breathing's normal. He's alive.
- You're safe.

JUDITH:

Quatermass!

Victor!

Victor, darling, can you hear me?

There's nobody there.
There's no sign of the others.

- They're not inside?
- No.

- What happened?
- He's not able to talk. He's so cold.

Victor, Victor, listen. It's Quatermass.

Leave him. Leave him.

CARROON: Went away...back now.

You're back.You're safe.

Don't you know me?

Judith!

- He's ill.
- It's the shock. An ambulance.

Get him back to the base.

I think I'd better take a look in there myself.

Yes.

I'm joined by Mr and Mrs Matthews,
who live nearby.

And I believe you were first on the scene,
Mr Matthews.

Yes. I saw this terrifying blaze of light.

- Len was there as quick as a flash.
- Mrs Matthews.

- Without a moment's hesitation.
- What did you actually see?

Well, at first there was all this smoke,
followed by a huge bang.

We were just beyond the trees,just over there.
I thought we'd had it.

And what were you doing there, Mr Matthews?

The craft was launched
by Professor Quatermass,

00:13:10,772

How far did you say it had travelled?

About half a million miles from Earth.

Any sign?

They can't have just disappeared.

This indicates beyond question
the door's been sealed through the entire flight.

What?

But surely, the door must have been opened?

To get through the doors,
would they have to use those pressure suits?

Yes.

Could I have them for examination?

I'll organise it.

Thanks.

It hadn't been opened, had it?

John,
I need you to strip down those instruments.

We must find out
what happened to that transmitter.

And find the black-box recorder.

John?

- Right.
- Call me if you find out anything.

He makes a better job of the technical waffle
than I'd given him credit for.

Not a bad edition. Finish your tea, James.

- You surprised me, too, you know.
- Did I?

(Phone rings)

Yes?

Just on my way now, darling.

Well, we've been busy.

You can the bacon on for breakfast!

Excuse me, James.

Jacko, I know I'm not a cynic, but I'm troubled
when I see such an eminent man

driven to such petty evasions.

- This professor?
- Yeah. He was stalling desperately, and badly.

- No chance of all this being a hoax, is there?
- Jacko, I was there.

Granted, he's under a lot of strain.

Makes history and finds he's lost
two valued friends all in the same moment.

- What do you make of it, then?
- It alarmed him so much, he had to hide it.

This technical stuff -

mass ratios,
characteristic velocity, synergic curves.

Spaceshipjargon. Do you get it?

Way above my head.

Mankind trying to sound certain of himself,
Jacko.

Because he knows that just on the other side
of the air begins a new wilderness.

Pitch-dark. Always night. Empty and cold.

You need breakfast as much as I do.
Consider yourself invited.

Come along.The story's written.

- No, I've got an idea.Thanks for the offer.
- Just as you like.

I want to find out about the wife
of one of the missing men.

Coming in from Australia with Gordon Briscoe,
the medical officer, tonight.

See you later.

Try, darling.Try to remember. Were they hurt?

(Groans) Hot...

It was...hot...

Carroon, listen to me. Did they go outside?

Did they go out?

Out...outside...

Are you supposed to be in here?

The door - was it open?
Carroon, try and remember. The door.

OPEH-"Open...

- The door. Was it...
<- Inspector, please stop. He's clearly in shock.>

Oh, what's the matter with his hand?

He can't bear to be touched, as if it were painful.

He's ice-cold.

Mrs Carmen, can I have a word with you
over here for a second, please?

Now, this clothing's worn
underneath the outfit - yes?

Yes. Dr Briscoe designed it
specially for the experiment.

It consists of linked layers.

Each onejoins on to the next as you put them
on, making it more wearable inside.

Linked, yes, and it would be difficult
to remove from a sick or injured man.

- Yeah, it was.
- Yes, I'm really sorry to put you through this...

No, no, I...l want to help.

It's just that there's a lot
that's difficult to believe at the moment,

never mind understand.

Now, apart from your personal involvement,

you've been Dr Quatermasss assistant
for two years now?

On the mathematical side, yes.

50, you'd be more likely than anyone
to notice anything significant, yes?

- Well, I suppose so.
- Here's my card.

Don't hesitate to call me.

I do hope it's only a temporary condition,
Mrs Carroon.

Thanks.

Victor...

(GaspS)

How is he?

He's had food, drugs.

He's so cold.

Victor...

CARROONMctor...

Yes.

Listen to me. It's Quatermass.

Look at me.

(Breathing heavily) All...ran.All ran.

Look at me.

Sometimes he does see you, and then nothing.

The things he says are almost like delirium,
but not quite.

CARROON:
<- It's as if he's lost his memory.>

- Or his brain's been damaged.
- No, don't.

- I can't bear it.
- It's more than we could expect him to endure.

- No, you don't understand.
- Until we know what happened...

No, please don't comfort me.

(Sighs)

All those hours of waiting and anxiety,
and then...

Last night, when the rocket...

What I felt was genuine.
It was. You've got to believe that, but...

Go on.Go on.

We weren't happy-

We tried very hard, but somehow...

Before he went to Australia...

...months ago, I'd planned to leave him.

(Sighs)

Was anyone else involved?

Gordon.

Briscoe?

We were going to tell him
as soon as the flight was over, and then...

...when the rocket was lost...

...I felt so disloyal,
almost as if I'd caused it to happen.

$09-

I couldn't bear it. I wanted him to come back
more than anything else in the world.

Now he's like that, and I don't know what to do.

You'll have to speak to Gordon.

I will. I will.

I just... I don't think I can leave him now.

There's not much I can say.

No.

Poor devil.

- What's this?
- Oh, I meant to tell you. Lomax was here.

Lomax? What did he want?

He tried to ask questions,
and took some samples.

Well, surely he can't think that Carmen was...

Oh, Christ!

Oh, God.

What does he think he was doing up there?

- Who?
- Quatermass. He's a liability.

I've already put my reputation on the line for him,
supporting this mission.

"We trust
that the immeasurable courage and daring

with which he's accomplished this feat
for his country

will be suitably and quickly rewarded."

the man whose fingerprints
you've just taken. He'll get a knighthood now!

Yes...

Just look at this.
Every one is filled with this...this hero worship.

Whatever comes to light in all this,
is going to be tricky to handle.

Meaning?

Lomax, you just don't see it, do you?

Quatermass can't put a foot wrong.

(Sighs) The public love these adventurers,

so, when I stick my neck out to support him and
this mission, and it goes wrong, I lose my job.

And I thought
the MOD had some interest in the project.

That's not the point.

If he screws up, I take the rap.

INTERCOM:

Show him up.

(Door opens)

Ah, Professor.
Just the man we wanted to see. Do take a seat.

Why are you treating Carroon
like a suspect in a murder case?

Surely that's going a bit far?
We have to make our inquiries.

Well, let me save you sometime.
These contain particulars of the crew.

That's Ludwig Reichenheim,
Charles Greene and Wctor Carmen.

You'll find everything in there.

Personal descriptions, academic achievements,
medical histories, blood type.

You took his fingerprints, for Christ's sake!

I've even included which way they vote.

Now, I am convinced that the onlytype of inquiry
that's going to give us results is a scientific one,

and that is one I intend to do myself.

And has Carroon said anything yet?

You subpoena me, and I'll answer that.
Good day.

<- Just one moment, please, sir.>
<- What?>

Just one second.
I'd just like to ask you something.Thanks.

Now, this has come off the rocket,
from one of the missing men -yes?

Just as you remember it last night-yes?

I understand there's some special clothing
to be worn underneath -

a series of linked layers.

Well, you can't just slip it on and off.

Each section has to be separately...

Yes, that's right. Well, it's all here, isn't it? Intact.

Now...

I'm sure there's some perfectly reasonable
explanation for all this.

I just thought you'd be able to tell us.That's all.

I can't answer that.

Excuse me.

That shook him.

Yes, well...

it's just shook me, too.

Are you saying that those two men
just disappeared?That's impossible.

Yes, well, of course it's impossible.

And I don't understand these tests, either.

Explain.

Well, they seem to show a discrepancy
in Carmen's fingerprint profile.

Well, could the original records be wrong?
Mixed up?

No, no, no.
I took these ones this afternoon myself.

So...the explanation?

I've no idea.

All rig ht, Victor. All rig ht.
There's nothing to worry about.

- There's nothing...
- No.

- There's nothing here.
<- It's good to have you back, Doctor.>

Quatermass.

This blood pressure is almost impossibly low.

Pulse, temperature, reflexes. All the same.

- He was perfectly fit before take-off.
- Yeah, strong as a horse.

Possible effects of acceleration.
It was always athing we had to guess at.

During tests he took seven times
the force of gravity, without even a headache.

But goodness knows what he had to endure
when that rocket went out of control.

It's not just his face, you know. I'll show you.

I have a pretty accurate knowledge
of the constitution of these men,

after hundreds of examinations during testing.

- Go on.
- Well...

First of all...
This is the less important, but look at his skin.

It's erm...it's swollen and coarsened.

Hmm.That's how it would look
undera magnifying glass.

Only, there's no glass.

Is it bone structure?

Well, I could be wrong about the length of the
limb, if there'd been some cartilage shrinkage,

but not about the shape of bones.

There's a change. I'm convinced of it.

- Change...
Nuts“...

Changing. Go back.

BRISCOE: Take it easy. Take it easy.
- (Breathing heavily)

What changed, Victor?

Was it something on the ship that changed?

I don't like it. I was always worried something
would happen that we couldn't deal with.

Well, I'll do everything I can for him.

Usewqm mean Canoe“.

Let's get this over him.

What have I done?

I'll get him something
to try and step up his metabolic rate.

- Judith...
- Gordon.Thank God you're back.

Professor, it's Louisa Greene.
She'sjust got in from Sydney.

She wants to know ifVictor remembers
anything. She's insisting on seeing him now.

- Do you agree to this?
- Yeah.

I'll talk to her first.

How much harm is it liable to do?

Oh, to Louisa?

Well, she's almost crazy with anxiety.

Just to see him might help.
Be an answer of sorts.

And Victor?

I don't know. There's always a chance
something might stir his memory, I suppose.

A word or a phrase.You can't tell.

- Gordon...
- Yeah?

I'm staying.You know.

With him?

Yeah.

- Now, remember. Don't expect anything.
- Rig ht.

Victor, it's Louisa Greene, Charles's wife.

He's different. Look at him. His eyes.

QUATERMASS:

Try and remember.

What happened to Charles?

In the rocket. You must know.

His eyes.

He understands.

Can't he talk? What's the matter with him?

In...the rocket...

LOUISA: Go on.

Tell me about Charlie.

And Dr Reichenheim.

What happened to them? You've got to tell me.

In...side...the rocket...

...all..

That's right. You were all inside and...

...something went wrong and...

...you went too far away.

Oh, it's...it's cold now.

No.

Listen.

No.

Tell me, Wctor.

- Here now...
- Oh...

Here...here...

- Go on.
- With me.

Go on. It's me, Lou.

Go on. Go on, please. Charlie...

- All right. All right.
- He doesn't remember anything.

Run the film. Run the film we made.

- We can't rely on shock tactics.
- I'll take full responsibility. Now, run it.

You afraid of something.

Victor, I want you to watch the film.

Watch the film, and try and remember.

Remember.

Um...er...it's the day before launch,

so we thought we should record some words
for the people back home.

- Charlie.
- Erm...er...

I just want to say that, well, I hope we make it!

And I only wish my wife was coming with me.

BRISCOE: OK. Ludwig?

Er...l would just like to say that...

how can anybody look heroic dressed up
in the spare parts of a vacuum-cleaner?

(Laughter)

No, I just hope, if this thing fizzles out,
we land on an island with some pretty girls.

Warum soll man sich denn Sorgen machen,
in dleserWelt oder in der nichsten?

What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?

Er...well...

this is it.

I only hope I remember what to do!

I've got a Union Jack with me,
in case we land on Mars!

Erm...just a word for Judith.

Erm...take care of yourself.

I love you.

I'll bring you something back.
Say a meteorite for the mantelpiece.

(Laughter)

- Nice oneflflctor!
BRISCOE:

CARROON: Something...wrong...

(Louisa crying)

Nothing. I'm sorry I've distressed you needlessly.

No. I saw Charlie. I was with him.

Come with me, Louisa.

Come on.

(Sighs)

There's still the black-box recorder.
We'll try that next.

No.You can't go on testing him.
He's had enough.

I have to.

Don't you see?

I feel so useless.

What was the last thing that Reichenheim said?

Erm...my German's not perfect. I think...

"Warum soll man sich denn Sorgen machen..."
Erm...

In dieserweltmoder in der néichsten.

I didn't know he spoke German.

Neither did I.

Give me a technical question on the rocket.

Erm...how is the gimbal system decontrolled?

Erm...

Wie kann man das Gimbal-System
von derautomatischen Schaltung ltisen?

(Disjointedly) Die Schaltung ist automatischen...
Servier-Motoren...von den Achsen.

"By declutching the automatic serve motors
from their independent axes."

It's a complete answer.

Ask him his name.

Ihr Name ist?

Doctor...

Ludwig...Reichenheim.

The Home Office has confirmed

It was when I was checking the safety casing
on the wiring behind there,

so I rang you straightaway.

Thank you, Paterson. Show me.

Well?

It's a sort of powder, but it's heavy.

I'd say it's colloidal.

- Is there any more of it?
- Yeah.

I touched it at different points.
Thatjelly's everywhere. It's lining the wall.

Centrifugal force could have spread it outwards
from...from here.

A lot of it?

What happened? What did they do to them?

That's what we're trying to find out.

I've been inside that thing all night.
That stuff was there all the time.

I've got a rig ht to know what it is. Briscoe?

Well, I'll start an immediate analysis
of this sample. it looks harmless enough.

50 would a broth of plague germs.

Granted, John, but let's not start a scare
until there's a sound reason for it, eh?

Yes, well, I'm taking the second sample
back to my people at HQ.

The black box?

Victor...

Try to tell me. Was this some sort of shock?

Did anything happen to hurt you?

(Grunts)

Look at me.

Look, I want to help you.
You do see that, don't you?

If you find it difficult to say things,
that doesn't matter.

I'll be able to help,
so long as you don't cut me off completely.

All right.

(Sighs) Try not to think about anything
but being back here again.

Oh, I got a letter from Frankie the other day.

She's having another baby in October.

Sure to be another girl.

(Chuckles) Big and blonde,
and with a sweet tooth, like Frankie.

Oh, do you remember the asters you planted?

They're really coming along.

(GaspS)

Drink this. It's only glucose.
It's dull because it's good for you.

Perhaps you want to do like Reichenheim
and add some schnapps.

Do you remember his mixtures?

Laboratory cocktail.

- (Splutters) Tun Sie nichts!
- What is it?

What are you saying?

Man muss verhindernmzurflckhalten!

What is it, Wctor? What is it?

Victor, what is it?

(Groans)

(Plays recording)

(Static hiss and indistinct voices)

(Switches off tape) That's the end.

Oh, well, I don't know. What do you make of it?

I mean, you know, you can still hear the voices,
but they're drowned out by that noise.

Was it the engines?

No.You heard those at take-off.
It's quite different.

In any case, they're only running for short bursts.

Just minutes.
Just enough to build up escape velocity.

You said it went out of control.

For seconds.

This - this is on their way back home,
about 260,000 miles from Earth.

Hmm.

And you can still hear their voices.
Reichen heim, Greene, Carroon.

They're all still on board.

Yes, until...

(Sighs)

To think...the answer is in there somewhere.

Sound layered upon sound,
until there's nothing but confusion.

(Hissing and indistinct voices)

(Rewinds and replays tape) Again.

(Hissing and voices)

They were fools!This whole thing, I mean.

Ialways said
they couldn't handle an emergency,

and this wouldn't have happened
if been on the flight.

Look, I'm not defending this mission to you.

Ijudge by results.The experiment went wrong!

We have all been under severe nervous strain.

I'm afraid it's more than that.

John...

I want Carroon to hear the end of that tape.
Now, you clean it up.

(Plays tape)

(Babbling)
Sind Sie sicher, daB nichtsneindrilcken ist?

I'm going to tell Mrs Greene...l'm going to tell...

I'm going to tell Louisa.
I'm going to tell Lou what happened to Charles.

I'm going to tell Louisa. I'm going to tell Louisa.

- Hey, hey.What's going on?
- Something there!

You said
he could answer questions about the rocket.

Gordon, I couldn't help myself.
I had to know more.

It's so much more than the way he looks.

(Hissing)

QUATERMASS:

Well, I feel reasonably certain it's harmless,
but apart from that...

No definite identification?

No. I was right about it being organic.

In certain respects,
it's like post-categoric residuum.

I'm a mathematician.

Well, it might, conceivably,

represent the dead remnants of cell tissue.

Animal cells?

Mm-hm.

Human cells?

It might be.

But if so, then the whole cell structure's
been simplified into a single type.

It's been impossibly changed.

Here. Look for yourself.

See?

And here are sometypical examples
of animal cells.

Complex. Simple. Living.

In the process of dissolution
by autolysis, by amitosis, lysis...

They come in every variety except this.

And you're sure that this couldn't be
some sort of...plant cell, for instance?

No, no.Then they'd certainly be cellulose.
Or something radically different.

Look, there's been a change in him
sincel last examined him.

- What do you mean?
- It's his skin.

It seems to be taking on
a totally different texture.

It's not ordinary inflammation,
cos the blood vessels aren't dilated,

but the skin cuticle...

I want to keep him under close observation.

By all means. I need him to hear
the end of that black-box recording.

I couldn't...

lcouldn't touch him.

Judith...

FULLALOVE:Two men are missing.

My point is, the individuals aren't important.
Only the fate of the project itself.

Surely what happened to those guys
is the story?

What do you mean by "the story"?
I've told you - they were inadequate.

Yeah, I've got that.

Which seems pretty stiff,
coming from somebody that stayed at home.

- What do you mean?
- Mr Paterson, you really mustn't be so sensitive.

Journalists use far too many generalisations.

But surely, Mr Paterson, what can there be
about outer space ignorance?

Of the facts, yes, but not the implications.

The time will come soon when the sky
is filled with space stations circling the Earth,

and the first to succeed in controlling space
will control the world.

- You're pretty sure about it, Mac.
- I'm sure, because I'm not a fool.

From there, the whole Earth is under scrutiny.

Atomic weapons can be fired at any target,
with 100% accuracy,

and no chance of interception.

Paterson,
the press release on the landing of the rocket

referred to the original intention
of the experiment.

- Yes.
- Yes.To make certain observations.

Mr Paterson, who was to be observed?

Well, the observations in this case
were to have been purely scientific.

Temperature, cosmic-ray intensity, and so on.

Then why not say it?

There was no political or military objective?

No. None.

But my point still is, the experiment
didn't succeed in what it set out to do.

Yeah.That's about the minimum dose.
That can't do him any harm.

- I hope you're right. Are you ready?
- Yeah.

OK. Now, relax.

Arms down. Come on. Now, relax.

You're in the rocket.

At the farthest point from Earth.

Deep in space.

(Switches on tape)

REICHENHEIM:

CARROON:

GREENE:

(Muttering)
GREENE:

REICHENHEIM:

<- There it is again.>
<- What?>

<(Bleeping)>
<- Pressurise your suits. Routine precaution.>

REICHENHEIM:

CARROON:

REICHENHEIM:

CARROON:
<- Getting colder.>

- Colder.
- Something wrong with pressurisation?

No. Normal pressurisation achieved.
I don't understand this.

(Screeching)
- What was that?

I don't know. But the temperature's dropping.

There's a change in the sound.

<- What do you mean?>
<-Yes, he's right. It's inside.>

It's inside the ship?

- I can't see anything.
- Charles...

- (Groans)
<- What's the matter?>

Can't you feel it? Wctor?

There can't be anything.

Greene, don't give way to it.

"gefunden haben ein Ding...

I don't understand this. What is it?

I don't understand. Louisa... Darling...

Victor, get to the controls. I can't see.

I can't see any longer!

I'm freezing!

Do something.

It's getting colder. Cold.

- I'm trying.Trying!Trying!
<- I'm trying. I'm trying.>

JUDITH:Turn it offl
- All right. All right. All right. All right.

All right.Take it easy. Take it easy.

It had to be done.

(Panting and snarling)

Apart from what he was shouting...

...you could almost see by his face.

Something did get in.

I only hope they get some place
with this lost-memory session.

Amnesia -
it's a repentant sugar daddy-Q's oldest gimmick.

"I don't know who the girl was, dear.
I must have had a blackout."

Doesn't sound very convincing.

Am nesia's very convenient,
but it doesn't explain why two men are missing.

That surely means dead.
But why all these tests on Carroon?

You still doubt
this experiment was solely scientific.

There's something else going on here.

You heard Paterson on space warfare.

If they were involved in anything like that,
there'd be a huge security blanket.

Do you think we'd be allowed near this place?

They can be very subtle in such things -
unless they're being very stupid.

Yeah, in this case, though, neither.
Just very much confused.

Fullalove, you're not listening to what I'm saying.
The international aspect cannot be overlooked.

There are areas of the world
that will fiercely resent being observed.

Say those controlled by extremists or terrorists.

And who knows what they might do?

Come on. You must try to rest, Victor.

(Breathing heavily)

The strain of that last session...

Do you think he knows?

I do not know what he knows right now.

It's this way that he's moving his hands.

No, no, no.You must stay where you are.

Victor! Come on.You're not fit to move around.

I want to be proved wrong - believe me -
but I have to consider the possibilities. I have to.

- What? That it's a living thing?
- Well, perhaps not as we know life.

- Able to pass through solid steel?
- Like a cosmic ray, but alive.

- Invisible, too, I suppose?
- To us, but man's eyes are limited.

- Able to destroy?
- To change.

To change living things.

An intelligence, then. Oh, come on, Quatermass!

You've messed up. You're out of your depth.
Now you're covering your tracks.

Perhaps.

50, this intelligence, then -
higher than ours, is it?

Different.

So, what, then?
It went into the rocket.What then?

It simply went away?

Perhaps it stayed.

You mean Carroon?

Quatermass. Quatermass.

Listen...

Look, he seems peaceful enough,
but he needs rest.

- I'll see that he's all right.
- Are you sure?

I'm going to this press conference.
Call me if you need me.

OK. I'll be careful.

(Clamouring)

Professor, Professor,
from what your Mr Paterson was telling us...

He's been under a lot of strain...

My interest has always been solely scientific.

I believe you, but will other interested parties?

There are one or two technical questions
I'd like to ask.

Dr Briscoe, is there a possibility
the crew were injured by special stresses?

We're conducting tests.
We hope to get the results shortly.

Wouldn't these tests be more useful
if you had the astronauts available?

Victor?

Victor?

The British public would like a full explanation.

I can only back up
what my medical advisor has told you.

- You're waiting for results?
- Exactly.

Professor, what you're saying is that if Carroon's
memory can be restored, and only then,

we might find out what happened out there?

(Judith screams)

(Alarm)

Judith!

Judith, what happened?
Are you all right? It's all right.

Call Security!

What happened?

It's growing on him.

- It's all right. Shh.
- He's gone. He's gone.

- Come on. Press conference.
- No, listen.

Listen. We need to put the lid on this.

Don't tell the press anything. Be very careful.

- I'm sorry.We'll have to do this myway.
- What.7

We may need the press on this one.

LOMAX: Oh, for Christ's sake!

QUATERMASS:Just back me up. All right?

(Clamouring)

Look, stay back. Stand back.

Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen of the press.

I'd be glad of your cooperation.

What happened? No conditions, please.

I've been asked whether outside parties
might not be interested in Carroon.

Quatermass...

Well, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you -
Carroon is no longer in our custody.

- Let's get into print.
<- That's it.>

- Are you sure there's nothing you want to add?
- No.

Now, that was grossly irresponsible!

How am I supposed to conduct an investigation?

When that goes to press,
you'll have the nation's help.

I don't need the bloody nation!

Listen. When am I gonna get it through to you?

We have to find him, and find him quickly.

Once we start imagining things
outside our experience...

Don't you think that whole flight
was outside human experience?

Now, stop trying to rationalise.

I'm a scientist.
I'm not a convert to wild superstition.

For Christ's sake! I'll put the police on full alert.

What do you mean, as far as it goes?

"Space hero missing.
Missing two becomes three.

There's terror in the Universe."

Now, in its own modest way,
I think that qualifies as a news item.

And your political-background stuff - excellent.

You needn't tell me it's well written.
And it's a story.

Quatermass'sfirst full statement.

How he managed to leave so much unsaid
at the end, I can't imagine.

- Where's he gone?
- They're not saying. I don't think they know.

Lomax and the MOD are saying it could be a
foreign government, terrorists, that kind of thing.

Quatermass is saying nothing.

- There's a bigger story?
- I'm certain.

Why?

Well, they're very protective of Carroon.
They didn't let us near him.

And now they're searching for him. Why, Jacko?

To see if he's safe, of course.

Hmm.

Or to see if he's dangerous.

I've got something.
Might be a bit special. See you later.

No, ma'am. No, no.
No, we haven't found him yet.

A very widespread search, yes.

(Clears throat) Well, we're proceeding
on the assumption that he's got away, and...

Yes, got away.

And maybe...yes, there may be some...

Yeah, he could be slightly unhinged
by his experiences.Yes, ma'am.

If we must, ma'am, yes.

Yes,thank you.

- Trouble.7
- Well, there'll be worse yet.

They're suspending the search for Carroon.

What? That is madness.

Well, a national hero is not to be hunted
through the streets, apparently.

- Did you try to explain?
- Explain what?

That you think he's some sort of a semi...
some sort of a super-human?

He's a national hero, for God's sake!

I'll put out a general request for information.
That's the most I can do.

(Sighs)
Something that attacks the organic structure.

Go on.

Judith...what do think?

Well, I'm only guessing, but...

Well, we know that the rocket
wasn't near any other planet or asteroid.

Could aform of life exist in space itself? Drifting.

A virus in space?

Well, does it have to be? Why not pure energy
without an organic structure?

There could even be intelligence.

But when the rocket goes there,
it finds on board...

Three living specimens,
cell organisms, humans, in one body.

Reichenheim, Greene and Carroon.

Come on. Come on.
You're scientists, for Christ's sake!

Surely,
there must be some rational explanation?

What if there isn't?

What if what's out there
is just the shell of a man?

Possessed by the thing itself?

Possibly undergoing
some sort of organic change as we speak.

Come on, Quatermass.
You can't be bloody serious.

We have no idea how dangerous...

...has become.

Afraid? Of course not.
I'll put my name to the article.

Mr Paterson, I've landed more editors in trouble
than I care to think about.

But now I've gone soft. I like the truth.

That's what I'm offering you.

Mr Paterson, you've watched
all the developments since the rocket landed,

talked to Carroon, examined the records...

yet when I saw you this morning, all you had
was this allegation against the crew's efficiency.

It wasn't wrong to experiment
in the pursuit of knowledge.

Science has the right to - it has a duty to.

But it was wrong to fail,
and Quatermass should answer.

Mr Paterson, what is happening to Carroon?

I don't have to be subjected to this.

If you don't want to print my views,
I'll take them elsewhere.

(Door slams)

(Distorted breathing)

(Distorted groaning)

Who are you?

People don't come here. Nobody ever has.

Mum says it isn't safe.
Sometimes stones fall down.

They can fall on your head.

I knew about a boy who was hurt like that.

You should go.

You're all dirty.
Look at your clothes.They're torn.

- Are you sick?
- (Growls)

I come here to play.

By myself.

Do you know what this is?
It's what the spacemen always have to wear.

Like Captain Dallas. He wears one.

And this is an obliteratorgun.

You point it at something,
and it isn't there any more.

(Electronic screech)
- (Growls)

Now there isn't any

Do you think I'm too old to play with these?

Mum says I am.

That's whyl keep it here. She'd burn it.

(Breathing heavily)

I know why you're here.
You're hiding. I like hiding.

I know a good place to hide,
when I don't want anyone else to find me.

Come on. I'll show you.

You've got your coat
all tangled round your hand.

(Boy screams)

Is that you, MacFarlane?
I need the ferrous oxide not next Sunday.

But of course he hasn't turned up to collect it.

Who are you?

What can I do for you, sir?

Shouldn't really be in here, you know.

What's the matter? You don't look well.

Something to do with your arm?

(Breathing heavily)

If it's serious,
you should see a doctor, you know.

I won't hurt it. Promise.

Just...just take a look.

See if I can help you in any way.

(GaspS)

What did he...look like?

Did you see his face?

It was...

Dirty.

And do you think that...

that this could be the same man?

I don't know.

(Sniffling)

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

I don't know anything about him, sir.
I don't, really.

He never said a word.

Even if you send me back
to one of those places,I can't tell you.

All right, my lad.Come on.
Your mum's waiting downstairs.

- Is she cross?
- Not really, no.

Lambeth. Small streets, yards, workshops.

What are you gonna do?

Well, the police have been over the area
of the derelict house.

Look, it's time for a full-scale search again - now!

Well, I did offer that,
but it didn't go down too well.

Look, they're just playing at politics.
I don't care what Blaker says.

It's time for a decision.Your call.

If it were up to me.
60 million people think he's a national hero.

Now, if you're gon na attack that...

you've got to prove every word of your case.

Now, can you do that, Professor?

Don't you think that's a question
that's haunted me since this began?

(Distorted breathing)

All right.This is all in terms of the impossible.

But if what we found in the rocket was cell tissue
that had undergone some transformation...

...and if the cellular structure of one of these cacti
were subject to the same...situation...

There could be an affi nity between them?

Yeah, and a union of plant and animal
might be conceivable.

But it's not possible.

Well, what's possible or impossible any more?
I mean, it's the final nightmare.

You can no longer separate
what can happen and what can't.

You drug yourself
into an hour of so-called sleep,

and then you wake up, and it's still going on.

No. The point comes when, for sanity's sake,
you have to say, "I will not believe any more."

The point comes when we can't help ourselves,
and everything slips away, and there's onlyfear.

(Sighs)

Take it easy.

I'm afraid.

God, I've been afraid from the beginning.
There's so much we don't know.

We're creatures of this Earth,
and we live by its terms.

That's all our minds are able to grasp.

While the rocket was away, I kept wishing that,
whatever happened to them,

it would be clean and final.

Even now, I'd rather believe that...

that they were killed out there, and
what came back isn't anything to do with them.

Oh, John...

ls there any news?

About Wctor?

I'm afraid I don't know. Pvejust got back
from the crash site.Where's Quatermass?

Still with the MOD.

Oh.Tell him the black-box and internal-pressure
recorders are loaded in the mainframe.

I'm going to pack my things.

- Why? What's the matter?
- I'm leaving.

Leaving?

I can't stomach Quatermass's
sudden religious tolerance for the impossible.

Well, judging by your work on those cacti,
you're still faithful.

Well, if there's any chance
that he might be right...

(Phone rings)

I've no doubt you'll find it for him.

When you see Quatermass,

tell him...he'll be hearing from me.

They've found something.
At UCL, in the chemistry department.

- Shall I come with you?
- No, I think you'd better not.

He didn't speak, you know. That's what was odd.

I thought he must have had an injury.

He had a coat wrapped round his arm,
and I unrolled it...

Did he touch you?

No, I don't think so. I must have struck my head
on the counter when I slipped.

And then you've been unconscious
for how long?

I don't know how long it was.
I called the police as soon as I came round.

The place is completely wrecked.

It's just wanton destruction.
It's most of the stock. It's my work.

What's been in this measure?
Gordon, come and take a look at this.

What could be concocted
from these three chemicals?

Well, I assure you, if those were mixed,
the result must have been highly poisonous.

- He's right.
- Might he have wanted to do away with himself?

Yes, it's possible, certainly,
but...Carroon wasn't a chemist.

No, but Reichenheim was.

- What if...
- What?

No, sorry.
We're dealing with enough wild guesses.

Go on.

Well, suppose this was to act as a catalyst,

to facilitate a change?

- A change in composition?
- Mmm.

- Further change?
LOMAX:

Look, the absorption of this solution by any
normal human system would mean rapid death.

They'd certainly have found the body by now.

I just don't believe
that this was a blind impulse to suicide,

or to mad destructiveness or anything else.

If our theory is right, there is an intelligence
there, and there's a trained scientific experience.

So, suppose now this...this new, intercellular
union, the one that began last night...

So, suppose now this...this new, intercellular
union, the one that began last night...

- You mean what happened with his hand?
- Well, suppose that process failed to develop.

Suppose it found it needed
a chemical catalyst to help the change,

decided what that catalyst should be...

And went and got it.

Oh, come on!

Oh, come on!

So far you've nothing like proof.

Just this framework
of insubstantial facts and implications.

Stick to the facts.

Well, if the first one's a girl,
then I want the next one to be a boy.

(Laughs) I don't know, Jan.

My name's Janet.

My name's Janet.

I'd just as soon all girls.

Ilike girls!

Be serious, Ted.

(Ted sighs)

It looks nice, doesn't it?

The same as usual.

The same as usual.

Come on.
You said you wanted to discuss our future.

- I do.
- Well, go on, then.

Well, it's not a very sensible thing to say, is it?
"Go on. Discuss our future."

Before we move in together,
we need to know exactly why we're doing it.

I thought we did.

I mean, are we going to get married,
have children? How many?

I mean, are we going to get married,
have children? How many?

- Kid...
- Don't call me "kid".

I don't think we ought to worrytoo much.

You'll see.Things will all work out.

It's easy to that.

I mean...

If things are right...

let's not worry.

Just be...

(Duck quacks)

- (Shouts) "happy!
- (Janet chuckles)

Look at those birds.

They go on all right without a lot of worry.

You see? There's no...natural need for it.

They just...

What's the matter, Ted?

Are you cold? You gave a sort of shiver.

Are you cold? You gave a sort of shiver.

Can you see something over there?

In the water. Just by the island.

It's dark.

(Water splashing)
- What's that?

(Water splashing)
- What's that?

(GaspS)

Can't be anything.

(Whispers) Judith...

"I accuse Professor Quatermass,"
by John Paterson, Senior Engineer, et cetera.

(Sighs)

"The British public have a right to know
what went wrong.

How were the crew chosen?
Did they fail in an emergency?"

I mean, these are the same arguments he's
gone over again and again since it happened.

I mean, these are the same arguments he's
gone over again and again since it happened.

Well, anything rather than believe.

To take it this far,
he must have been scared out of his wits.

When Fullalove prints your statement,
all will be clear.

Why don't they just say it?
"Professor Quatermass was an egomaniac

who readily accepted the sacrifice of others,

who readily accepted the sacrifice of others,

whose meddling curiosity
has already resulted in the death...

of three loyal and trusted friends."

There was a risk,
and like all explorers, they took it willingly.

Only, they had less idea than any explorers
in history of what lay ahead of them.

Lomax.

Well, where is he?

Look. There's another one.

Pigeon this time.

Poor little thing.

That's 25 altogether so far.

Weird. I've never known anything like this,
all the time I've been here.

And there's more dead ones on the water,
as well.

And there's more dead ones on the water,
as well.

Bar-headed goose.
Couple of shovelers. A barnacle goose.

Some sort of poison in the water?

Not a chance, no.

I mean,
we've got some really rare varieties here.

We take so much care.

But the weirdest thing is this.

It looks like they've been turned inside out.

But have you noticed anything else...
anything else untoward?

Nothing.Nothing at all.

Oh, I don't know.

All this killing.

What kind of sick bastard
would do a thing like this?

I've no idea. Do you think
we can take a look in the sanctuary?

Oh, my God!

I've never seen anything so horrible.

It's like grey goo, but alive.

This was the tissue we found at St James's?

- What else?
- Well, some of the bushes were stripped.

- What else?
- Well, some of the bushes were stripped.

Blood, feathers... It was carnage.

No footprints? No sign of any person?

No.

Can we increase the current?

We're already at tropical heat.
We don't know what this is.

We can't even classify it as plant or animal.

We can't even classify it as plant or animal.

Well, let's vary the conditions,
see if it affects the catalyst.

Another three degrees, then.

What can those be? Actual fragments?

From the main individual? No, the structure's
far too strong.They're more likely to be...

Let's call them trial runs.

Separate attempts at a new intercellular union.

Separate attempts at a new intercellular union.

Look at that!

This time it's succeeded.

That's what we were afraid of.
Even Lomax will believe us now.

They must be able to find out where it is.

- Well, they're doing all they can.
- They don't know what to lookfor.

- Well, up till now this was the only evidence.
- Look.There it is again.

- Well, up till now this was the only evidence.
- Look.There it is again.

You're right. It's growing.

The heat must have triggered it.

(Distorted breathing)

I'm just gonna run through the movements.

He...it...

...was seen in University College, Gower Street,

...was seen in University College, Gower Street,

St James's Park, Trafalgar Square,

and he was last seen here on the South Bank.

And that's where we're gonna concentrate
our search.Yeah.7

Is it just Carroon we're looking for?
Is anyone else involved?

Good question, John. I'm not sure
who it is or what it is we're looking for...

Good question, John. I'm not sure
who it is or what it is we're looking for...

but I think we'll know it when we find it.

50...you think that there's a chance, a chance,

that whatever's happening here
is also happening in the main organism?

Yeah,I'm convinced.

Look at the screen.

Look at the screen.

Mm. Still spreading.

- Grey fronds...
- No, not that. Look.There. There.

BRISCOE: No, not already?

Sporangia! One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

Microscopic, spore-prod ucing zoons.

BRISCOE: That's what they're gonna be.
I'm convinced of it.

They're just developing at a fantastic speed!

It's already in the reproductive stage.
Only hours ago it was almost dormant.

Spores.

Each patch
might generate hundreds ofthousands of them.

Is there a danger of spore infection?

Is there a danger of spore infection?

Well, normally with plants, with fungi,

there's only the smallest chance of infection
over a handful of species, but in this case...

it's spreading so fast.

Howlong?

At this rate? Halfan hour.

ls anything immune?

After seeing this, I don't think so.

This voracious rapacity...

(Sig hs) I don't think
anything on Earth could fight against it.

They would n't have time
to develop their own natural defences.

What are we going to do?

What are we going to do?

Look, what we're going up against is intelligent,

and it's still at least partly human.

I'll speak to Lomax.

Look at that.

Erm...what did that last report say?

Something at the Modern Art Gallery, sir.

Something at the Modern Art Gallery, sir.

Oh, yeah? What?

Some of the stonework crumbled away.
Disturbance in the bushes.

Plants stripped from the grass surround.

That's exactly what we're looking for.

This magnificent turbine hall
was built by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott,

who was also the architect
of the Battersea Power Station,

the Liverpool Anglican Cathedral,
and the famous British red telephone box.

The Liverpool Anglican Cathedral,
and the famous British red telephone box.

Is there a shop in here?
I want to buy some postcards.

The shop can wait, madam.

The building has been converted
by the Swiss architects Herzog and de Meuron,

who created this wonderful view of the hall,

used to house
individually commissioned pieces of sculpture.

This brick-clad, steel structure
consists of over 4.2 million bricks...

This brick-clad, steel structure
consists of over 4.2 million bricks...

- What the hell is that?
TANNOY:

Yes, yes. Seal the area. Seal all the area.

Get onto Blaker.

Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Got to speak to Quatermass. Bye.

(Siren)

50, that's it.

What I've been writing
seems suddenly a little wide of the mark.

Please let me through! I saw it. I can help.

You saw it up close? What did it look like?
Are the rumours true that...

You saw it up close? What did it look like?
Are the rumours true that...

I don't know. I can't tell you.
Can you tell me what's going on inside?

You must be the first eyewitness.

Has it damaged the art?
Why is no-one taking any action?

Perhaps we can have a few words together?

- Do you know what it is?
- Maybe.

- Excuse me.
- Briscoe! Judith!

Quatermass. Yes, we've sealed the area.

We have live feeds throughout the building.

- Well?
- Yeah. Look on the infrared.

It's all over it. Look, all through the building.

Carroon's unrecognisable now. Look. The chief
concentration of spore sites is on the left side.

Carroon's unrecognisable now. Look. The chief
concentration of spore sites is on the left side.

Howlong?

- This might be different.
- Gordon!

Um... 30, 40 minutes - an hour at the outside.

Yeah, and then what?

They'll change.

Within hours,
every living thing on Earth...will be destroyed.

Within hours,
every living thing on Earth...will be destroyed.

No!

MY God!

by directing the return of a manned rocket
from space.

Not wanting to take credit
from those who shared in the enterprise, but...

Not wanting to take credit
from those who shared in the enterprise, but...

...well, there is no question of credit now.

Only guilt.

I have brought upon the Earth what is possibly
the most terrible thing ever known.

What came out of that rocket...was not a man.

It had been men, a...
human amalgam,

It had been men, a...
human amalgam,

possessed by the thing that entered
into that rocket over four million miles away

and transformed them.

It had their brains, their...faculties.

But over the last three days,

it has developed the means to existence
on this planet-

the means to ensure that...

...it only shall exist.

The army have plans to destroy it.

But should they fail, it is almost certain that
every living thing on Earth will give way to this,

and life, as we know it, will cease to exist.

Now, I-l have...outlined the dangers.

If the worst should happen,

I beg for your forgiveness.

That's it.

We need to stop it fast!
Those spores will be released any minute.

What have I done?

Don't blame yourself. It is in our nature
to try to understand, to lookfor answers.

That makes it all rig ht to destroy a planet?

- I'm sorry, I didn't think it would end like this.
- Hey. Don't give up yet, Judith.

I beg of you, don't! You will be destroying some
of the most important works of art we have!

- The whole place will be devastated!
- Keep calm!

If man has to destroy beauty in order to survive,
perhaps he denies his right to do so!

It is utter madness!

Make sure those tow plates are in position.

O'Neil here, position six.

- Position six. Slow.
- (Helicopter whirs overhead)

Your stuff is aboard the helicopters now landing.

Grab it and set it up immediately, over.

Colonel, what's the situation?

Well, we've set up heavy-framed guns
at five points, with major artillery in support.

We'll start with heavy fire on the er...

the...creature.

- If that fails, we'll take out the building.
- I'm sure that won't be necessary.

The important thing is
to limit the possible area of contamination.

But you've got regular artillery as well.
How many?

Ten men.
Frankly, I don't see the need for all this, ma'am.

There's no reason why I can't send my men
in there to tackle it themselves, get rid of it.

Surely I made it clear to you.

Clear? Those chaps have seen action before.

All your bombs and artillery will do
is speed up the spore production.

Quatermass, you brought this thing here,
now you can leave it to me.

- Quatermass.
- Paterson.

I had to find you and saythis. I'm...l'm sorry.

Sorry?

For the attacks I made.
I tried to destroy you, your reputation.

You think that matters now?

Come. Watch.

Satisfy yourself finally.

See what man kind can become.

- Where are they?
- Somewhere in there.

Approaching spore stage?

It'll happen in the next half hour.

COLONEL:

Check your aim on the darker patches
of the target area.

Confirm immediately.

It must be hit from every direction at once.

COLONEL: Who is that man?

Quatermass... It's Paterson.

Oh, God! It's so cold.

I know... What did you say?

One of you said some...

No. It wasn't you.

(Screech)

(Screeching continues)

God!

It's here!

It's everywhere.

It's in the...it's in the fabric of the building.

It's everywhere.

Hang on.

I think I can...

(Paterson screams)

It's only a nightmare. It's only a nightmare.

Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna wake up
in my own bed and stretch and laugh.

My wife's at her sister's for the weekend.

They don't even have a phone.

- There's no time.
- No time.

We're finished. Completely.

No time for courage, or sacrifice, or nobility.

Or if there were any,
for the world to know of them.

Why did I do it?

The idea in a man's head one day...

Doing something newjust because it's new.

Endeavour, the hopes...

Now this.

Tomorrow is suddenly in the past tense.

Yes.

I'm trying to grasp it. I can't.

Paterson. It killed him.

The same way as those three in the rocket.

No.This was far more brutal.

They're part of it. Assimilated.

Body and mind.

The essential part of it -
pressed into the service of the enemy.

The essential part of it.

Stand clear over there!

Everybody stay away!

Take your chance.They're getting ready to fire.

You know there's no point.
I want to stay with you.

If this is it, I want to be with you.

Run the tape.

Run it.

<- Did you get anything?>
<- Professor! What's going on?>

MAN: He's going in!

Who the devil is this? Who is that man?
Who sent him in there?

COLONEL:

- He didn't seem to hear.
-

No! Any commotion in there now,
you'd simply lose your own men.

Whether he's in or out, we attack as arranged.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Quatermass.

Quatermass! (Echoes)

I'm here alone.

NW.

Am I alone?

Victor Carroon,

Charles Greene,

Ludwig Reichenheim...

...I'm talking to you.

Wctor always reacted
to anyone speaking to him!

Please!
Hold everything forjust two more minutes!

How can I,
if the consequences are what you say?

The process that began in the rocket-
it may not be as final as we thought.

When we played him the flight recording, it
seemed to restore what was left of his memory.

This is the tape.

Ludwig Reichenheim,

Charles Greene,

Victor Carroon,

I'm talking to you.

There is something else here.

But I'm calling you.

And I want you to remember.

In the rocket,

at the farthest place from Earth,

something happened.

Charles Greene,
we always worked together for achievement.

Well, this is it.

This will be that achievement.

Ludwig Reichenheim...

...this is no longer the unexpected.

When the conditions are known,
action can be taken.

Carroon!

You heard something.

Something you didn't recognise.

Something it was easy to ignore...

"(Mean.

- (Tape in background)
<-What?>

- Your voice.
-

Your voice, Charles Greene. Ludwig.

LUDWIG:
<- >Hear it...and remember.

LUDWIG:

- Fig ht this.
CARROON:

Fight it.

(Groans)

Argh! Argh!

Ludwig, fight this.

Fight this with me.

LUDWIG:

GREENE:

You were afraid.

You were afraid of technical faults,
of an accident.

A...a lack of air pressure,
a meteor storm, the...

You were afraid of an accident.

And then...

...it came!

CARROON:
<- >Fight it.

GREENE:
<- >You're not on your own.

Argh! Argh!

Fight it with me!

Charles, fig ht it!

Come on. Come on.

LUDWIG:

CharlesAflctor.

Ludwig!

You must fig ht against it!

It will not overcome a second time!

You will be free!

Arm

LUDWIG:

Save yourselves!

CARROON:
<- >Argh!

Arm

(Groans)

(Sighs)

(Distant screeching)

Ready, sergeant? Prepare to fire.

- Please! Please stop!
- Colonel O'Neil to all stations...

Listen! Ssh!

(Distant screeching)

The recording's stopped.

That noise.

(Screeching continues)

That's the thing itself.

(Screeching continues)

You will overcome this evil.

It cannot know without your knowledge.

It cannot exist without you.

It cannot understand
without your understanding.

It can only exist through your submission.

Cancun.

You are resisting it.

Now go further.

Go further.

With all your power...

join with mine.

With all the strength left in your soul,

you must dissever from it.

Send it out of this earthly existence.

Icall on you, myfriends.

Go from it, now!

Go from it! Now!

(Sighs)

The cold.

The spores' links.
They've closed up everywhere.

I think it's dead.

Quatermass!

What happened in there?

Carroon, Reichenheim and Greene.

They won.