All language subtitles for The Strange World of Planet X 1958 DVDRip XViD[N1C].en

Since the world began,

ever inventive man has constantly
pushed forward into the unknown.

One by one the frontiers of science
have fallen before him.

The science of speed, travel, radio.

Now he stands on the
threshold of a new age,

a terrifying age.

Man goes forward into the unknown.

But how does the unknown react?

The unknown planet.

Planet x.

...

All ready, doctor Laird?

Right.

Circuit A.

Circuit A.

Circuit B.

That's the B.

Alright, Gil.
It in GF2.

Yes, sir.

Gently.

Gently.

GF2 entered, sir.

Sayers, you fool.

Get away from there.

Barney's done today.

So racking.

What happened, love?

We all went white.

Blinding love.

It's the second time this week.

It ain't right.

Just because they have to muck about
with a current for the sake of that
blooming experiments, we have to suffer.

They'll bust me too.

£18 them new tubes cost.

Who's going to pay me?
I'd like to know, if the tube busts.

Fred, the old clock stopped again.

Good.

After that, I reckon we need just one more.

Alright.
Is this time?

Feeling alright now, love?

Of course, I'm alright.
Don't fuss me.

Would you like a glass of water?

Water?

I want something stronger than that.
I'm gonna finish my drink.

Go or not.

The things you say,
you're better than any telly.

Oh, you think so?

Shall we go?

- I don't mind.
- Go on, Lynn.

It's a lovely night.

Hello then, George.
What's the idea?

- What's up, Dick?
- What's up?

Here's what's up.

It's half past ten,
and you're still serving drinks.

That clock stopped again.

Very convenient, that
clock of yours, George.

Very convenient.

Time, gentlemen, please.
Come along.

You're well over time.

Finish up your drinks, please.

How is he, doctor Laird?

Sayers,
he'll be alright.

His hand is badly burnt.

Means he'll be out of circulation
for quite a while.

Yes, that clumsy doe.

Why did he want to go near GF2?

He knew it might arc.

Why does it arc?

Heaven knows.

It could be the timing is wrong.

Sayers never did get the timing
right with this Yankee computer.

- Oh, sorry, though.
- It's alright.

We could try a slightly higher frequency,

but it's more likely to be edge
currents and that'll mean more damping.

Heaven knows what that'll cost.

It'd be kind of a job changing
those frequencies without Sayers' help.

Impossible.

We'll have to wait for another operator.

I'll phone Wilson in the morning.
They've got to let me have somebody.

Morning, Wilson.

Good morning, Brigadier.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

I take it you've come about Laird.

Yes. He's got to stop, Wilson.

That'll be your recommendation
to the committee?

Of course.
Don't you agree?

You're thinking of this
business of Sayers.

I am thinking of the cost.

By the way, I've replaced Sayers.

The devil you have.

There's no alternative
while the present setup last.

We're committed to two assistants.

Then the sooner we close the
whole project down, the better.

Now look, Wilson,

I am just a plain bone-headed brass hat.

I wouldn't say that, Brigadier.

You would and you shall well do.
I know.

It's true anyway.

But I do know when an
experiment is successful,

and I do know when it's costing
the Earth,

even though I don't fully understand it.

I don't suppose there are more
than half a dozen people

do understand precisely what
it is that Laird is trying to achieve.

Then why on Earth...

As far as Laird is concerned,
his work is pure research.

Pure baloney.

But the practical implications

may well affect thinking
on defense matters.

That is why we are financially
supporting the project.

Financially supporting?

Do you know how much money
we've poured down that drain to date?

A quarter of a million pounds.

Can you justify that?
Can Laird?

Justify?

Has anyone ever been able
to justify pure research?

At the time.

Without it?

No radio, no television,

no radar, no guided missiles?

Is Laird under something like that?

Laird is engaged on experiments
which are aimed to study the changes,

if any, in the nature
and properties

of metals, living
tissues, and other materials

when introduced into powerful
magnetic fields.

I know. I know. I can read.

Alright.

If Laird can produce a
magnetic field more powerful

than any that has been produced
before,

If he can demonstrate that
important changes do occur--

Has he?

He's nearly bumped off Sayers,
and he's having trouble with his equipment.

He's on the phone this morning.
He's asking for more--

More?
Oh, this is preposterous.

I'm going straight down there
this morning

to get to the bottom
of this piece of folly.

That might be
a good idea, Brigadier.

Seriously, though, Laird tells me
he's already had some limited success.

You might check on that.

I certainly will.

Oh,

I promised to send him this.

Let's see what we're taking.

What is it?

Piece of metal.

An alloy, such as used in aircraft.

What's Laird supposed
to do with that?

You can tell him if you like.

Well, I'd love to.

In that case,
you better take this piece too.

I'd like to think that one experiment
at least was some use to the country.

Is this the same?

Well, actually, no.
I want testing on both eventually.

You're going straight away?

Yes, this morning.

Good.

We have to soften the old boy up
on his new assistant.

It's a woman.

- A woman?
- Yes.

I can hardly wait to tell him.

Well, here we are.

Oh, Gil, this is Brigadier Cartwright
from the Ministry.

How do you do, sir?

This is Gil Graham, Brigadier,
my chief assistant.

He's from McGill in Connecticut.

- Well, fine university.
- Thank you, sir.

My other assistant was injured.
We're expecting another one today.

Oh, lord. I'm sorry.
I've forgotten.

I was to tell you your new assistant is a woman.

- A woman?
- You must be joking.

- Oh, it has to be joking.
- I'm afraid not.

There's no one else available
to operate this computer of yours.

But a woman?
This is preposterous.

This is highly skilled work.

She's very highly qualified, doctor.

Yeah.
I know the type.

Frustrated, angular spinster,

very dedicated to her calling,

without a sense of humor, bossy,
and infuriatingly right every time.

Sorry, I know how you feel.

I'm not having this.
I'll go up and see Wilson.

Look, doctor. Don't you think
you better show me

what you
brought me down here to see?

Maybe you won't need
an assistant soon.

Very well.

Bend this.

This is a piece of copper.

So is this.
Bend it.

But this is flexible like steel.

Precisely.

Doctor Leonard, I'll take these
GF2 figures to your office.

This is really most remarkable.

It has had its molecules
realigned in there.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was told to come down here.

Who did you wanna see?

Doctor Laird.

- Are you--
- No, no. I'm Gilbert Graham,

his assistant.

I was told to report here.

Well, he's right here
in the laboratory.

Oh, ahh...

are you the you the new comp
operator,

the replacement for Sayers?

Yes, I am.
I heard about Nicky Sayers.

I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, I don't know.

Weren't you expecting me?

Not exactly.

You're, you're French, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Are you surprised?

- Very agreeably so.
- Thank you.

And I think that,
doctor Laird will be too.

How is he to work with?

Oh, he's great as long
as you stand up to him.

I see.

Well, mister Graham, can I have a
word with you?

Certainly. This is, Michele Dupont,

- General Cartwright.
- How do you do?

As soon as I see her in the doctor
Laird, I'll meet you up in the office.

Yes.

Excuse me.

In this business of altering the
molecular structure of metals,

has he got any defense angle?

Well, if the molecular
structure of the alloys

used in building an aircraft
were to be altered,

the plane would probably crash.

Remember the comet one.

Oh, yes.
Yes. Of course.

But research of that
nature into metal fatigue

and all that sort of thing,

that's already been carried
on elsewhere.

Well, not quite, sir.

How do you mean?

Well, our research may
lead to discovery of means

to crash an enemy's aircraft.

You're not suggesting I take it

the enemy would allow us to
cook his airplane alloys

in that contraption of yours?

Well, I don't think that'd be necessary.
Let me try to explain.

Magnetism is a force,
the only force other than gravity.

It may be one and the same thing

that operates over a distance.

I see you have nine
circuits in operation here

and only one in reserve.

Is that not rather dangerous?

This infernal machine has only 10 circuits

and I need as many surges as I can get.

The thing is supposed to compute
and then fire the electrical impulses.

I use a field of high intensity
but short duration.

I understand.

Nevertheless, I think you should
have at least three in reserve

and one overriding spare.

And I mean one not in actual use.

That will give me only six charges
and it isn't enough.

Oh, I see you do not understand
this machine.

Each circuit is capable
of use over and over again.

If it has a few
microseconds to clear itself,

that means you can have as many
surges as you like

in banks of three.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

But do you mean that Laird
could produce a magnetic field,

perhaps enough to reach
out beyond the machine,

beyond the house?

From what the people down
in the village are saying,

he's done it already,

spasmodically.

Is it true?
Do you think so?

I don't know.

Sometimes I wonder.

Look, if we're be honest about this,
it's important.

Are you saying all is just
to try and save the project?

No, I'm not.

I'm not at all sure I wanna save it.

Not if...

Not if what?

Well, there are dangers,
the the imponderables.

Look.

I've got a piece of airplane alloy here.

Would Laird experiment on this,
do you think?

Well, if our new assistant
can get the computer going,

we might try it tonight.

Let's go and find out.

I wouldn't say anything to
doctor Laird about the

effects over a distance,

not yet anyway.

Come in, Miss Dupont.

Gil?

Gil, you were hopelessly wrong.

Miss DuPont is brilliant
and not at all bossy.

She's not a bit frustrated,
and I think she's quite good looking.

Don't you?
What do you think, brigadier?

Oh, I'm of your opinion, doctor.

Though I know nothing about computers.

She's fixed it, Gil.
We've got all the power we need.

For the time being...

That's fine. The brigadier would
like for us to cook this tonight.

Why not?
You'll stay and watch us?

Yes. I think I will.
It should be interesting.

- Hello?
- Hello.

Have you got one yet?

- No.
- Jane.

What do you mean talking
to that tramp?

How dare you?

He's nice.
I met him in the woods yesterday.

What?

He likes insects too.

He's promised to give me
a flea when he can catch one.

I'll give you a flea.
Come on in this minute.

How many times have I told you
not to speak to strange men?

Tell me.

What do you do for entertainment here?

Entertainment?

Yes.

Well, we have television.

Of course, we don't have
much time for that sort of thing.

Once in a while, I combine my pleasures

and watch it down at the village pub.

Oh, I adore, village pubs.

- Do you often go?
- Often as I can.

Like to join me sometime?

- I'd love to.
- Good.

But I warn you though,
we're, not very popular down there.

No?
Why?

Well, they seem to think
that some of our activities

up here create some odd
interferences

in their TV and radio.

Is it possible?

Doctor Laird doesn't think so.

And you?
Do you think so?

Could be.

Is is what we're doing dangerous?

Not yet.

But then you were thinking of Sayers.

No, I was not thinking of
that kind of danger.

That's to be expected.

Yes.

You know, I've been thinking
you don't have to stay here.

I mean, you'll be going back
to France pretty soon.

Why not?

I'm not scared, Mr. Graham.

Of course not.

You know, we're all kind of,

as the English say,
"matey" around here.

Makes things easier.

Think you can manage
to call me by my first name?

Gil, isn't it?

Gill.

I saw your name in the letter you brought.

Michelin?

Michele.

Oh, that's it, Michele.

I like that it suits you.

You didn't answer my question.

- About the danger?
- Yes.

You see, I'm no expert in magnetic fields,

but it just occurred to me this field
Dr. Laird is using here,

well, it's a very large field, isn't it?

I mean, isn't it possible?

Could it spread outwards?

Doctor Laird doesn't seem to worry.

Laird.

You're always telling me
what Laird thinks or doesn't think.

I'm asking you.

I think you're a very clever
young woman.

Mhmm.
I see.

And bossy?

Oh, no.
Wait a minute.

Frustrated?

Look, Michele,
you're taking unfair advantage.

I mean, after all,
I didn't know you then.

What I mean is the female scientist types

that I've always known were,

or shall we say, different.

I'm sure.

Well, I think we'll call the others.

Oh, Michele, look.

Your letter of introduction...

what I mean is...

is there
anything besides your name?

Oh, yes.
Bachelor of science.

Yeah. But...

And mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle.

Well, I do make it nice.

That's American slang.
It means I do make it nice.

Oh.

Well, doctor, I'd like to get back tonight.

Do you think we could start?

Certainly. If that remarkable young lady
has finished her work,

shall we go down?

- Oh, by the way, have you a watch?
- Yes.

I should leave it here if I were you.

Watches are delicate mechanisms.

They're best not taken
to near magnetic fields.

All metals in the lab
are either non magnetic

or have been demagnetized.

I see.

There's no danger, of course.

Alright, Gil.
Switch on the recorder.

We'll record everything, Brigadier.
It's useful for checking later.

But surely tapes are magnetic.

Very smart, miss Dupont,
and you're quite right.

Now, we don't use tapes.

We have a microphone
that we record on disk in the next room.

Switch on the generators, Gil.

I'll take the circuits.

- But, Dr. Larder--
- Over here, Brigadier.

Do sit down, Brigadier.

Thank you.

Circuit A on.

Computer.

Computer on.

Circuit B on.

Integrate.

Integrating.

10.

20.

30.

Hold.

All ready, Gil?

All set, sir.

Right.
Steady now.

GF2.

Gently.

Gently.

GF2 over.

Three banks under reserve
in operation, Doctor.

Good.

Switching off power!

Look out, Michele!

What the devil are you doing?

Good heavens, sir.

Are you hurt?

No, I don't think so.

Must be the rough skin.

Oh, I'm sorry.
It was the only thing to do.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I'm sorry.
It was my fault.

I left my keys in there.

That was very careless of me.

You seem to have
been successful, Doctor.

Look. What's that?

All in the "Standard"!

All the latest!

Big storm on the south coast!

All in the "Standard"!

Big storm on the south coast,
all the latest!

Ah, let's see.
Ah, yes.

Quote, "Is space travel..."

No, no. Unquote.
I'm sorry, yes. Let's see.

Quote,
"Could they invade us?"

Unquote. Yes,
something like that.

Then, we will carry a follow-up
on page three with readers' letters.

They'll have seen hundreds of
ruddy flying saucers by the
time we're through with them.

Okay.

Who exactly
is invading us? Mars?

Hey?

Oh, oh, no.
They won't like that.

- Who? The Martians?
- Um, idiot, no. The...

No, make it...
make it, uh...

Yes, that's it, Planet X.

The invasion from Planet X.

Well, that was some
of your bold fast,

if you don't mind my saying, sir.

Yesterday you're all for
folding up poor old Laird.

- Today, you tell the committee--
- Look, Wilson,

I couldn't say all I wanted
to in front of the committee.

Hey, they're supposed to be in
the picture. They have to decide...

No, the picture's changed.

This affair is too big
for the committee to handle.

There are security risks.

I'm afraid I don't quite follow.

You showed us the alloy,

and I'll admit it was
most impressive, but

we knew something
of this before.

I showed you and the committee
one piece of alloy,

the piece Laird
put into his apparatus.

Now, this is the other
piece you gave me.

Look.

Now, that remained in this case
during the whole experiment.

It and the case

and the hook it was
hanging from

ended up by flying right
across the laboratory

and almost injuring
the new assistant.

Not another one.

Oh, she's all right
thanks to Gil Graham.

But don't you see?

This wasn't in the confounded
witch's cauldron.

- I see.
- Do you?

Look at this.

That fell off the TV area
along Laird's roof.

It's a different alloy,

but it's gone the same way
as the rest,

at least 30 feet away
from the apparatus.

You know what you're
saying, don't you?

Yes.

Action at a distance,
the military's dream.

Look, Wilson, from now on,
this is top security.

All right. We'd better call in
Jimmy Murray in that case.

Yes, I think we'd better.

Come in.

Hi. How are you feeling?

Broken neck would feel
worse, I guess.

Do you always take
your female assistants

in a low-flying tackle
like that?

Depends on the mood.

When I'm away from
an intense magnetic field,

my technique's a little different.

I should hope not.

You didn't come here
to demonstrate, did you?

Might be kind of interesting.

- Help yourself.
- Thanks.

As a matter
of fact, Michele,

I... I have something else
on my mind.

Can't say I'm sorry.

What's the trouble?

Before I grabbed you last night,

I switched off the power
from the generators.

Yes?

That should've shut the
whole machine off at once.

Well, it did surely.

- Laird was pretty furious.
- Think back for a minute, Michele.

- Must I?
- Please.

Okay.

After we hit the floor, the...

the briefcase flew across
the room into the computer.

- Correct.
- GF2 was arcing then.

- Right.
- Then, how the devil could that be?

With the current off,

the whole contraption
should've been dead.

- That's right, but--
- There's another thing, too.

Of course, that screaming noise!

Yeah, well, then I'm not crazy.
You do remember.

Yes.

The circuits continued to operate

after I'd switched off the power.

But, Gil, what are we saying?

This is completely ridiculous.

You couldn't have switched it off.

Yes, I did. I checked
the switch this morning.

There was no current flowing
from the generator when GF2 arced,

when that briefcase
flew across the room,

and while the circuits
continued to scream.

- There's one way of checking.
- How's that?

The recording.

Of course.
What's the matter with me?

- Come on!
- Wait.

- What? What's the matter?
- I'm still creaky.

- Let me give you a hand.
- Thanks.

You don't look
all that fragile, you know.

This is the bit...

Listen.

Switching off power!

Look out, Michele!

Well?

Gil, what does it mean?

I don't know.

That apparatus was receiving power

from some place, somehow.

The storm maybe?

No. That's absurd.

But very likely.

Gil?

I'm scared.

Yeah, well, so am I, Michele.

So Laird's circus
gets top security rating?

That's about it, Jimmy.

Well, if you both think so.

Don't you?

Frankly, Brigadier,
I just don't register yet.

What you have been
telling me sounds, well...

I know. I know.

But you will take my word
for it at the moment.

Okay. But what with you
and Laird,

freak storms, and the press
going to town about flying saucers

and invasions from Planet X,

I'm beginning to feel
like Dan Dare.

Am I likely to meet
any little green horrors

with eyes on the ends
of their whiskers.

I don't think that at all likely,

though you may meet
some characters with snow

on their boots,
if you know what I mean.

Yes, I know.

And you know we've had a call
from Air Force security

saying that three of their
radar stations

report sighting
some unidentified object?

Do you think there's any connection
between this and Laird's work?

I don't know.
I just don't know,

but we must take
every possible precaution.

You and Wilson travel
down separately.

Okay.

Wilson will supervise the ordering

and delivery of Laird's
new equipment.

It's going down in plain vans.

- Watch it, Murray.
- I will.

And remember, Wilson,
you must impress on Laird

the importance of a wide margin
of safety this time.

Laird seems to be a tricky customer

to give advice to.

He is. In fact,
he's more than tricky. He's...

Oh, well, I suppose you must
make some allowance for genius.

And work in close touch
with Graham.

I'm pretty sure
he's aware of the risk.

And they must understand
the whole aim of the project now

is to make the force directional.

Right, sir.

Keep in touch,
and the best of luck.

I hope that fence will work.
It's costing enough.

Yeah, it should form
an anti-magnetic screen.

Particularly ugly one.

There ought to be a law
about corrugated iron.

Another lorry load
of cabins arriving.

You know, this is
getting a bit ridiculous.

Besides, creating a condenser

to make it look like a sight board
is darned expensive.

I'd better go down and check it in.

Right. Oh, Gerald,
when you're finished,

I'd like to have
a private word with you.

- Okay, I'll be back.
- All right.

Did I frighten you?
I'm sorry.

I'm not frightened. I... I was
just going home anyway.

I don't know you.
What is your name?

Smith.

Smith?

We've got a teacher
at school called Smith.

Are you her husband?

No.

Good. I hate her.

She threw my bugs away.

- Bugs?
- Mm-hmm.

She called them insects, of course.

She's very stupid.

And weren't they insects?

Some were. You see,
all insects are bugs,

but all bugs are not insects.

And is that what you were doing
just now, collecting bugs?

- What were you doing?
- Oh, nothing.

Um, please, I was just
trying to find my way.

My goodness.
Are you lost?

Yes.

Fancy getting lost
in Bryerly Woods.

Is this Bryerly Woods?

Of course it is.
Everyone knows that.

Are you a foreigner?
You look like one.

You've got funny whiskers.

Yes, I suppose I am.

At least, I came here
from a long way off.

What's so funny
about my whiskers anyway?

I haven't seen anyone else
with funny whiskers like that.

Well, perhaps I'd better
shave them off then.

I don't want want to look funny
or different from anybody else.

How did you get here?

If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.

I would, you know.

Even if I said I came on
the back of a giant dragonfly?

Oh, no. There aren't
any drag... dragonflies.

There are where I come from.

There aren't any drag...
dragonflies anywhere.

What about on the moon then?

Oh, well, if you come from the moon,
that's different.

Where are you staying?

I don't know.
As a matter of fact,

I'm looking for somewhere to stay.

I expect we could've
put you up at our house,

only there's a new lodger
coming today.

I don't think I shall like her.
Her name's Forsyth,

and she's going to be
the new teacher at our school.

Is there anywhere else around here

I may be able to stay?

I don't supposed they'd put you up.

They're very narrow-minded.

Oh, of course.

Are there any big places
around here, you know,

factories, workshops,
anything like that?

Nothing like that,
only Dr. Laird's house, of course,

but it's no good going there.

He's a mad inventor.

And what does he invent?

It's a secret.
No one knows.

Well, I must go home.

Why is Dr. Laird mad?

Almost every night,
he switches on his machine

and busts up all
the television sets.

Where does he live?

It's no good.

He won't take lodgers.

You can see his house
from the top of the hill.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mm.

Now, let me get this straight.

What you're trying
to tell me, as I see it,

is that this fearsome
contraption of yours

went on working

after you'd cut off the current.

- Is that it?
- That's it.

I speak from unfathomable
depths of ignorance,

but is that so very remarkable?

Of course it is.

If I switch off, say,
an electric fan,

wouldn't it go
on turning for a while?

Momentum or something?

Yeah, but you wouldn't get an
electric shock from the terminal.

Our circuit, GF2 we call it,

leapt across about 5 seconds
after I switched off the power.

That's impossible.

That's what I keep
telling myself and Dr. Laird.

What did he say?

Same as you did...
impossible.

Refuses to listen.

There's more to it
than that, too, Gerald.

You know, I'm not the brains
of this joint, but...

I've been figuring a few things
out during the past 10 days.

That apparatus was building up
a field far in excess

of anything that we could've
reasonably expected

from the power
we were feeding into it.

Personally, I think you're all getting
slightly neurotic over this business.

Did you say you had
a recording of the session?

That's right.
You ought to hear it.

Hmm. That's funny.
It's gone.

This looks like a case
for Jimmy Murray.

Where is he?

On his way down from London.
I promised to meet him for a pint

in the Crown and Mitre
this evening.

- You'd better come, too.
- Yeah.

Shall I bring Michele?

Not necessary.
She's coming.

I asked her this morning.

Oh...

I'm gonna start
getting up earlier.

...

Aah!

Help! Help! Help!

Aah!

Help!

Are you all right?

I guess, I think so.

Wait a minute.

Thank you.

Where do you live?

Well, I'm going to Bryerly Bay.

I'm a teacher.

I started the school
there on London.

Bryerly Bay?

Well, after we've reported this
to the police, I'll take you there.

Please sit down, Mr. Murray.

Thank you, Inspector.

We're taking a statement
from Miss Forsyth now.

I understand you're taking her home
to her lodgings at Bryerly Bay.

Yes, I was taking her myself,
to Dr. Laird's establishment.

Inspector, what are you going
to do about this man?

Well, we'll comb
the woods, of course.

But first, let me
ask you a question.

Oh, I don't say I should
be able to reply.

I know you security chaps,

but this is important.

You see, a man has been
seen in the woods,

and it's been reported that
he has a large burn

mark on his face.

Tell me,

has Laird been
using radioactive materials?

I can tell you that, Inspector.
The answer is no, definitely no.

Thank you, sir.

Well, we'll have to try
another line of approach.

Come in.

Miss Forsyth's ready now, sir.

Right. Just coming.

Well, goodbye, Inspector.

Goodbye, and thank you very much
for all your help.

...

What about another drink?
Not for me, thanks.

Pass.

Do you mind if I...

No.

You're very quiet, Gil.

- What's on your mind?
- Oh, nothing.

Everything.

You mean you feel
comme ci, comme ca?

Eh.

How long you known Gerald?

Why? Does it matter?

Sorry.

Didn't mean to
interfere or intrude.

I don't want to quarrel
with you, Gil.

Cheers.

What about O'Sante?

I wonder where that man Murray is.

He was supposed to meet us here.

What will you have, sir?

What's that?

Well, old Boggs?

- Mild and bitter.
- I'll have that.

Certainly, sir.

That music you hear comes
from a proper band.

At last.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Okay.

Meet Michele Dupont and Gil Graham.

- How do you do?
- How are you?

- What's the trouble?
- Things have been happening.

There's a maniac
at large in the woods.

- A what?
- Maniac?

Oh, there you are.

Nice of you to take me dancing.

What are all the pretty girls
going to do now

that they haven't got
Gene Kelly to dance with,

nurse their perishing colds?

- Oh, I haven't been long.
- Oh, no.

You were going to get me
a drink half an hour ago.

I thought you were going
to have a nice cup of tea.

Tea?

Get me a glass
of nourishing stout.

All right, love.

Evening, Art.

Evening, Mrs. Packer.
Evening, Mr. Graham.

Oh, hello, Art.

Where's Gillian?

Isn't she here?

I haven't seen her.

Well, you see, I was supposed
to be working late tonight, and...

well, she said
she'd meet me here.

Here you are.

That's women for you.
Can't let them out of your sight.

Never mind, Art. Have a drink.

I'd expect Gillian's had to wait
until her dad's got home.

He hasn't been too well lately.

No, I, uh, I think
I'll stroll down the lane

and see if I can meet her.

I thought the band was noisy.

The microphone was too near
the loudspeaker.

A syndrome!

That's it. That's what was the matter.
We had a syndrome in the...

in the magnetic field.

- Are you all right, old boy?
- What are you babbling about?

You understand, don't you, Michele?

Yes, I believe I do.

Would you mind explaining?
Or have you both gone crazy?

Did you hear that screech
from the loudspeaker?

- I'm not deaf.
- Yeah, well, look.

The microphone was
too near to the speaker.

The sound goes in.
It comes out louder,

back into the microphone,

around and out louder
still and so on and so on.

It's called a syndrome.

You mean a sort of vicious circle?

That's right. And if you
don't put a stop to it,

it keeps piling up and piling up

until the amplifier or some
part of the circuit goes bust.

I get it. But why all the dramatics?

Have you got your car here?

- Yes, why?
- I want to get back to the lab.

- What? Now?
- I've got to see Dr. Laird right away.

You do understand,
don't you, Michele?

Yes, I do. I think
you ought to go.

Can't you tell us what all
the excitement's about?

I'll try and explain.

- You must go.
- You'll be all right, won't you?

- Of course.
- Come on. Let's go.

Oh, Gerald, I'm sorry,
but this is important.

Gil, I hope you know
what you're talking about.

So do I.

Let's be practical, my boy.

You make an excellent
theoretical case

for the build-up
in the field being syndromic.

But where exactly in the circuit
does the phenomenon occur?

As I see it, it's between
these two circuits.

You have a first-class brain, Gil.

It's a pity that you allow your
imagination to run away with you.

Meaning what?

Meaning that, in the first place,

you have reached the correct
conclusion from the wrong premise.

Oh, I don't understand.

Secondly, that you are allowing
a self-evident fact to scare you.

You were driven to your clever
piece of reasoning

by worrying about a lot
of silly diddle daddle,

freak storms and the like.

Haven't you considered
the possibility

that we might've caused
some of the things

which took place that night?

I never consider anything which
might interfere with my research.

Seems rather short-sighted,
doesn't it?

If one always stopped to calculate
the risks, there would be no research.

But you think I'm right
about the syndrome?

I know you're right.

I reached the same conclusion
over a week ago.

Well, but you said nothing--

Because I knew you
would be all for delay.

Well, wouldn't that be
the wiser course, Dr. Laird?

I don't think so.

We have accidentally
stumbled upon the secret

of producing an enormously
more powerful magnetic field

than we had ever hoped for.

We have saved
ourselves years of work,

and you want to throw
those years away.

No, I don't want to do that.

I just feel that we ought to
proceed with the utmost caution.

We have new equipment,
more powerful generators

but the same circuits.

We have taken great precautions,
the iron fence, for instance,

the direction field,

better insulation

and the screening between
the terminals of GF2.

Yes, well as I see it,
the screening

of the GF2 terminals
is the main danger.

It's like, uh,
like putting a 6-inch nail

across a 5-amp house fuse.

Perhaps you would allow me
to be the best judge of that.

I've been engaged
in this work all my life.

Well, I'm sorry. I... I didn't
mean to sound impertinent.

Not impertinent, just frightened,

and a frightened assistant
is no good to me.

If you would care to terminate
your appointment here?

Oh, of course not.
I...

I wouldn't think of deserting you at
this stage of the game in any case.

Please do not allow questions
of personal loyalty to affect you.

Under the circumstances,
I wouldn't.

I was thinking more the complicated
operation of the apparatus.

It's not so complicated
now, you know.

It will be possible for
only one person to operate.

Yes, sir.

Gillian!

Gillian! Gillian! Gillian!

No.

Aah!

Now then, go ahead down.

How about a drink?

Is the bar closed?

Yes, sir. The dance
goes on until midnight.

It's getting very late.

Is it that I'm
positively repulsive?

Or could there be someone else?

I'm afraid there is.

I'm sorry.
I just realized it now.

Gil?

Please, let's go.

Lucky devil.

Ah, Miss Dupont, are you going?

Yes, why?

It's Gillian Betts. I ahh...

They've just found her.

Is young Art here?

What's happened?
An accident?

No, sir, not an accident, murder.

Murder?
Well, what's this?

In Bryerly Woods, sir.

The maniac.

- Are you quite sure?
- I can't say any more.

No, course not.

Darling, are you all right?

- Yes, but we can't we go?
- You are together, sir?

- Yes.
- And you have a car?

- Oh, yes.
- Then that'll be all right.

You see, we haven't
found the fellow yet.

And what about you, sir?

Are you with...

No, Officer.
I am alone.

If you're going past Bryerly Woods,

I don't think you ought
to be by yourself, sir.

Could I give you a lift?

Thank you.

Not at all. My car's outside.

Goodnight, miss.
Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight. I'll warn
the others upstairs.

Right.

Where shall I drop you, Mr...

Smith.

If you could drop me at the other
end of the village near Dr. Laird's house.

- Oh, yes. We're going that way.
- Thank you.

I'm just thinking,

that young man went
to meet Gillian.

Don't you think we should
tell the police?

Yes, of course.
I'll go back in and tell him.

Will you forgive me if I take this
opportunity of speaking to you?

What is it?

I overheard what Mr. Graham
said tonight about syndromes.

Well?

You see, I understand
something of your work.

How much?
Who are you anyway?

That is not important.

I must speak to you and Mr. Graham
as soon as possible.

It will have to be tomorrow after
we have finish our work at the lab.

Very well. Shall we say
here at 6 o'clock?

All right.

Okay. I told him. Let's go.

Did he give you any clue as to why

he wanted to meet you and Gil?

Not really, but he seemed
to know a lot about our work.

You didn't tell him
anything?

Of course not, Jimmy.
I'm not that stupid.

Well, I don't like it.
I just don't like it.

Who is this chap, Smith?

Know anything about him, Gerald?

- Not a thing.
- Gil?

I saw him for the first time
tonight at the dance.

Gerald, when you took him
in the car tonight,

did he say where he lived?

No, he just told me
to drop him near here.

Yes, he said it was okay
to drop him here.

That's right. He must be
staying in the village.

Well, that should make it easy
for us to keep tabs on him.

Gil, Michele, you must meet him

tomorrow evening as arranged.

- What's the drill?
- See if he tries

to pump you about Laird's work.

- Find out all you can.
- Right.

How did Laird react
to your inspiration, Gil?

- What, the syndrome?
- Mm-hmm.

He guessed it already.

Ah, that's tough.

Is it going to foul things up?

Nope. He's pressing
on regardless.

You're worried, aren't you?

I am. I'm in a bit of a fix.

I... I don't like to go
behind the old man's back,

but I think we're moving along
a little too fast.

That apparatus
is ready to work,

but nobody knows
for sure what it'll do.

Doesn't Laird know?

You try asking him.
I almost got sacked tonight.

Oh, no, Gil.

Would you like me
to contact Cartwright?

Well, I think
we should in any case,

but he better not come here,

not with Laird in his present mood.

I agree.

Where then?

Oh, police headquarters.

Royal Inspector Burns ought
to be put more in the picture.

We may need his help yet.

Just you say, Jimmy. I'll
phone Cartwright in the morning.

I'll meet him
at the station in the car.

Well, if there's nothing else,
time for bed.

- Would you mind?
- Oh, yes.

Coming, Jimmy?
- Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

I'll see you two
before you meet Smith.

- Good night.
- All right. Good night.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about tonight.
I didn't mean to butt in.

It isn't really any of my business.

Isn't it, Gil?

After you had gone,
Gerald kissed me.

Why tell me?
I'm not enjoying it.

Neither did I.
Funny, isn't it?

Well, that's too bad.
I'm sorry.

Are you really?

Not really.

I enjoyed that.

So did I.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Feeling better?
- Yes, much better. Thanks.

This is Jane.

I'm staying at her house
for the time being.

She's taking me to see her school.

I'm going to catch a beetle for her.
They're horrid-looking.

I'm terribly thrilled about that.

When does school start?

On Monday. I've got the key
from the head

so I can look around my classroom
and get everything ready.

You both like being busy,

what with beetles and school.

Look, I'm rather tied up today,
but I thought

of taking a boat out tomorrow, Sunday.

When did you think about that?

Just a moment ago.
I can't think why.

- Care to come?
- I'd love to.

I must fly now. Got to meet
my chief off the train.

Oh, by the way, Jane,
ever met a man

called Smith in the village?

No, but I met a Mr. Smith
in the woods.

- What?
- He's nice.

He helps me look for insects.

Oh. Well, if you
meet him again,

try and find out
where he lives, will you?

So that's our school, Jane?

Are you going in, Miss Forsyth?

- Yes, I must.
- Oh, well. If you must.

And you?

I'm going to look
for that beetle larvae.

All right.
But don't be late home.

- You promised your mother.
- I won't. Goodbye.

- A lot of beers here, George.
- Thank you, sir.

There we are.
Thanks.

Just right.
Thank you, sir.

All right,
Mr. Smith, shoot.

I'll come straight
to the point, Mr. Graham.

I overheard your conversation
last night,

and that led me to suppose
that you are concerned

with Dr. Laird's
experiments.

I see.

And what's your interest
in those experiments?

Will you accept, for the moment,

that it is purely scientific?

Go on.

I take a great interest

in the subject of
magnetic fields, Mr. Graham.

Why not? What's that got to do
with Dr. Laird's experiment.

Will you also accept that
I am not a complete fool?

All right.

Thank you.

Dr. Laird is no doubt
a very clever man.

He must be to have built
an apparatus capable

of recently causing
such atmospheric disturbance.

However, I suspect he is also
a single-minded man

and possibly an unimaginative one.

Mr. Graham, the earth
has a magnetic field.

Have you considered the dangers
of upsetting that field?

It has happened before in history,
you know, with catastrophic results.

Yes. Yes, I've considered
the possibility.

You seem to be a remarkably
well informed man, Mr. Smith.

Please go on.

There is also another danger,

the danger of radioactive rays.

We're not using
any radioactive materials.

I know that, but not
all radioactive particles

are man-made.
There is another source.

Yes, that's true.
There are cosmic rays.

They bombard us
constantly, but they...

they do little apparent harm.

Because you are shielded from all

but the harmless ones
by the ionosphere,

the... the so-called
heavy-side layer.

The heavier it is, the sodium,

for example, never
normally reach the earth.

Yes, that's true, but, uh...

but I don't quite follow you.

Mr. Graham, the ionosphere
could be affected by magnetism.

It could be bent or fractured.

But surely the ionosphere
is 50 or 60 miles up.

And ships at sea 18 miles away

were affected by your experiment.

Don't you see?

If, at the points of maximum
strength of your field,

the heavy side layer had been
temporarily fractured

or pulled down close to the earth,

heavy and possibly
dangerous cosmic rays

could've reached
the Earth's surface

and may have affected many
people in strange ways.

How do you mean?

I mean, they may have
been driven mad.

The human beings who may have
been affected by the rays

will probably all die,

though not before they may
have killed many people.

But there is something else.

It would normally
take many years for any change

to become apparent
in the human race or in animals

with a long gestation period.

But what of the quick breeders,
the insects?

Insects?

Oh, mon dieu, no.

Yes.

Some insects, ants,

spiders could already have mutated.

In what way?

That is impossible to say.

They could've become
a different species.

They could've become
smaller or much larger.

Look, some of my colleagues are

in a conference now
at the police station.

Would you come along with me
and state your case to them?

No, Mr. Graham.
I'd rather not.

- But why not?
- There are reasons.

Besides, they would probably
regard me as a crank.

Well, I don't.

I hoped you wouldn't.
That's why I chose to speak to you.

- Well, please...
- No, Mr. Graham.

The responsibility rests with you.
I can only wish your success.

Miss Dupont.

Well, Gil, what do you think?

I think he may be right, Michele.

Look, I... I want
to go see Cartwright.

- Can you make it home all right alone?
- Of course.

Darling, make them believe you.

I know you can be very persuasive

when you want to.

Right.

Excuse me, miss.
Being as you're a scientist,

I wish you would look
at what our Jane's found.

I rung the police,
but they didn't say much,

and, well, I don't like
the look of it.

Do you have something
to boil this in?

- Well, yes. I have.
- You boil it immediately.

- Boil it, Miss? But...
- Please, Mrs. Hale.

Don't argue. You boil it.

You understand? You boil it.
It's very dangerous.

And, incidentally,
you lock your door

and close all your windows
and keep everybody inside.

But what about Miss Forsyth?

Who is Miss Forsyth?

My new lodger, the new school
teacher, she's still out.

She went to the school
this afternoon.

Where is the school?

Well, the quickest way is through
the woods. There's a path opposite.

Don't worry.
I'll find Miss Forsyth.

The whole idea is utter nonsense.

The chap's trying to scare us off.

I'm surprised at you, Gil.

I'm inclined to agree.

I certainly think this man, Smith,

needs pulling in
for further questioning.

You know anything
about him, Inspector?

Not a thing.

But then there are
quite a lot of Smiths about.

Exactly. He's too good
to be true.

Who is he?
Where does he come from?

I can't get a lead on him anywhere.

All the same, I agree with Graham.
We must hold up

all further experiments
with Laird's apparatus

until a thorough check-over
has been made.

All right, that's agreed.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Inspector Burns here.
Yes.

What?

Mark Davison's been found,

dead, mutilated.

- Oh, my.
- His body was cleaned dry of blood.

You see? Smith was right.
It's those insects.

They've mutated,
and they're hungry.

- Oh, come off it.
- Shut up, will you, Jimmy?

Inspector, Brigadier, you've
got to cordon off those woods.

Insects are tremendous eaters.

There won't be anything
left long in there.

Get me every available man.

Graham's right.
No, give me that telephone.

This is a military operation.

Get me the nearest army depot.

Aah!

Bryerly Woods.
That's it. Goodbye.

Graham, get down
to the lab at once.

On no account must Laird touch
that damn machine of his.

Where's Wilson?

- He should be at Laird's house.
- I'll phone him.

He can have a word with Laird.

Yes, son?

Well, Sergeant, I didn't think
it was important at first, but now...

Well? Well?

Mrs. Hale, sir,

she rang up to say her daughter
had found a whopping great egg.

What was that?

- An egg, sir.
- Who said that?

Mrs. Hale, sir.

And she said that her lodger,
a Miss Forsyth, was out late.

Oh, no. Does she know
where she went?

She was at the village school, sir.

Gil, quick, Bryerly School!

Go back! Go back!

Aah!

Aah!

Helen! Helen!

Are you all right, Helen.

There's another girl in the woods.

Who is it?

From, uh...
Dr. Laird's assistant.

- Michele!
- Gil, come back!

Mr. Graham!

Michele... she's in here!

I'll come with you. Hurry.

Michele!

Michele!

- Wait!
- What do you mean, wait?

Leave this to me!

This way.

Aah!

Oh, what is it? What is it?

I just had a message from
Brigadier Cartwright, Dr. Laird.

Oh, I can't be bothered with
you or Cartwright just now.

I'm sorry, Doctor.
This is important.

So is this, much more important

than anything Cartwright
has to gossip about,

and I'm nearly ready for testing.

It's about that.

You mustn't
operate the machine.

I must not operate
my own apparatus?

- Did you say that...
- I'm afraid I did!

Some entirely new factors
have arisen which make it

imperative that all testing
shall be indefinitely delayed.

Indefinitely delayed?

How easily wise old bureaucrats
betray a red-tape fetish.

Indefinitely delayed.

There will be no delay,
Mr. Wilson.

I alone am competent to decide

when this apparatus
shall be tested,

not some two-penny brass hat
or upstart civil servant.

Now, get out!

Dr. Laird, don't be ridiculous.
Put that gun down!

You're behaving like a madman.
Nobody wants to interfere.

Get out!

If you say another word,
I'll shoot you.

Do you understand?
I'll shoot you.

Please listen.

This apparatus has cost lives.

It is dangerous--

Feeling better, Michele?

You're going to be
all right, Michele.

- Well?
- I think we've covered this section

of the woods, Mr. Murray.

I wouldn't like that job again.

Any casualties?

It's a good job
we acted when we did.

The woods were thick with eggs.

- Another few days and we'd...
- Yes, all right.

There is to be no relaxing.

Keep patrolling all night

and tomorrow
we'll have a thorough comb-out.

You better report to Brigadier
Cartwright straight away.

Right, sir.

Good Lord.

To think we have to do this
in every wood in the country.

That will not be necessary,
Mr. Murray.

Hmm?

Mr. Smith.

One or two questions
I'd like to ask you.

Where do you come from?

Uh, Jimmy, uh,

I'm afraid that's going to be a kind of
an awkward question for him to answer.

- Isn't it, Mr. Smith?
- Yes, indeed.

Uh, you said that
some of the RAF boys

had reported unidentified
objects flying south.

Yes, that's right.
The usual sort of nonsense.

Yes, well, this time,
it wasn't nonsense, I'm afraid.

Was it, Mr. Smith?

I landed here shortly

after your first
disastrous experiment.

Landed?
What are you talking about?

Well, this is difficult.

Let me put it this way,
Mr. Murray.

Without being aware of it,

your newspapers
were very near the truth

when they spoke of mysterious
invaders from Planet X.

Am I going crazy?

In fact, there was but one invader.

It was I.

Jimmy, I... I realize
it's going to be a little...

hard for you to believe.

But the truth of the matter is,

Mr. Smith is the legendary
character from outer space.

Right?

Get me Brigadier Cartwright.

Hurry.

Cartwright here.

Cartwright?

Wilson here.

Listen.

Laird's gone mad.

What's that?

No. Don't talk.
Listen.

He shot me.

Come...
quick.

For heaven's sake, come.

He's alone.

Wilson!

Wilson!

Wilson...

Wilson!

Wilson!

We have had your planet
under close observation

for many years.

Flying saucers?

That's what you have chosen
to call our spacecraft.

We've also been
monitoring your radio.

That's how I come
to speak passable English.

But, you...
you are like us.

Is that so very surprising,
Miss Forsyth?

There are many planets
with the same

physical conditions
as here on Earth.

And, on them, life has gone through

the same evolutionary processes.

Where is this Planet X?

If I were to tell you,
you would neither understand

nor believe me.

Time and space are still
the great mysteries to you.

Why have you come
to pay us this visit?

Because of your
experiments in magnetism.

You brought down one
of our spacecraft

on the night of your experiment.

Our craft use the planetary lines

of magnetic attraction
as their means of propulsion.

That's why we were so concerned
with your experiments.

Alarmed, I might say.

We had to act
in what you would call

enlightened self-interest.

Is that the only reason
that you came?

No.

We have never interfered
with your development before.

But, this time, your entire
planet was in danger.

It still is if you continue
with your experiments.

You mean we might reverse
the Earth's polarity,

tilt the Earth on its axis?

Yes, I do.

It has happened before, but
then the force was extraterrestrial.

I thought you said there was no
further danger from these insects.

That is correct.

We were able to calculate
the center of disturbance

and the points
of maximum intensity.

This, I assure you,
is the only place on land

to be affected
by cosmic ray bombardment.

On land?

There were some areas in the sea.

There, life will have been
spontaneously created,

microscopically,

just as it was
millions of years ago

before there was an ionosphere
to protect you.

You've had a very narrow
escape, Mr. Graham.

- Well?
- Message from Brigadier Cartwright, sir.

Will you and Mr. Graham come down
to Dr. Laird's house immediately?

- What's happened?
- It's Mr. Wilson, sir.

He's been shot.

Gerald shot?

- Is he...
- We're afraid he's dead.

Dr. Laird seems
to have gone mad,

and the Brigadier's worried he
may start his machines again, sir.

I was afraid of this.

- We've got to stop him.
- Let me come with you.

It's like I thought,

locked and bolted.

We could break it down, I suppose?

We might, but it'd be a tough job.
It'd take hours.

Oh, that will be enough
to set him off.

Look here, Smith.
Can you help us?

- Do you really want me to?
- Of course we do.

Smith, there's very
little time left.

If Laird switches
on that infernal machine...

well, I understand you know more
about these things than we do.

I do, sir.

We must stop him.
Can you help us?

Look. How about that...
that gun thing,

the one you used
to kill the spider with?

No.

I can help you, but the decision
for what I do must be yours.

Go on.

It is a question of one man's life

or perhaps the very
existence of the Earth.

That's not a difficult decision.

For us, it would be.
Life is more simple for you.

Your press has spoken
of our world as Planet X.

We too have the equivalent
of X in our language.

Our children learn in their schools
about the strange

world of Planet X.

You mean, uh...

Yes.

Yours is the strange
world, Mr. Graham.

Brigadier, if I were
to destroy this machine,

would you promise me
not to rebuild it?

I give you my word.

Without Laird,
I don't think we could.

- Right, Graham?
- Absolutely right.

Very well. I want you to take your
men away

from the house, well away.

What are you going to do?

Mr. Graham, Miss Dupont,
would you come with me, please?

...

Now we must wait.

There it is.

Goodbye.

Will you come back?

Who knows?

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