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[Thunder cracks]

[Wind howling]

[Lawrence] I don't know
if she's still alive or not.

They've had her now
for the past 24 hours.

I'm equally uncertain as
to the fate of her father,

Professor Elliot.

Both are probably dead.

The odds are 100 to one
I, too, will be finished

before another
sun rises,

but tonight I'm going
to try to fight for my life

and those larger issues,
so perilously at stake,

affecting all mankind.

If I fail...

This seems most likely...

The consequences to humanity
defy the imagination.

As the only trained reporter
who has been in a position

to observe the terror
from its inception,

and as one of
the few living humans

who has actually met,
face to face,

the man from planet x.

I will try to set down
the strangest story

a newspaper man
ever covered.

It began
prosaically enough

in a college observatory
not far from Los Angeles

what is it?

A new planet.

For want
of another name,

presently identified
as planet x.

It was first spotted
some weeks ago

rushing
out of space.

Is this
the reason

Professor Elliot
wired me to contact you?

Have you known
the Professor long?

Yeah. I was with the eighth
air force in england.

The Professor was
our chief meteorologist

doping out weather
for bomber raids.

The British
lent him to us.

Good man,
Elliot.

Oh, the best.

He and I became
fast friends.

He always said if
he ever ran across

anything of real
importance,

he'd give me
a crack at it.

Used to think
he was kidding,

but I guess
not.

No, I guess
not.

[Lawrence]
What's it all about, doctor?

[Dr. blaine]
The world, Mr. Lawrence,

is now experiencing strange
astronomical phenomena.

Reports have come in
from all over the globe

of objects
being sighted in the sky.

[Bell rings]

You're not
saying

a scientist
like yourself

believes
such nonsense.

No. I'm not
telling you that.

Then on what evidence do
you base your statement?

On questionable reports
of trained observers.

First this
phenomenon

seemed to have no
particular focal point,

appeared at random
here and there

about
the world.

But about
6 weeks ago,

tremendous concentration
was detected

over a certain section
of the earth,

in a particularly barren
and isolated area.

Burry?

Yes. What do you
know about it?

Well, nothing much,
except that this cablegram

I got from Professor
elliotcame from there.

Says, uh, "if you
remember my promise"

"for exclusive story,
see Dr. Robert Blaine

"at university
observatory."
Signed Elliot.

Strange waves

resembling, but still
not radar waves,

have been bouncing
off the earth.

Coming from
someplace outside,

like the moon or
Mars for instance?

Originating on
some sphere outside,

but not
the moon or Mars

or any known
planet.

Well, where's
this planet x fit in?

What's it rushing##towards?
The earth.

You mean

you mean it's likely
to collide with us?

No. At least not
a headlong collision.

Oh, we've had
these things before,

like halley's comet
for instance,

to name one.

None which has come
as close to our world

as this one is expected
to in the next 3 weeks,

if our calculations
are correct.

You think something
will happen?

I wish I knew
exactly.

At the best, atmospheric
disturbances,

hurricanes,
probably tidal waves.

And at
the worst?

Where does Professor
Elliot fit in?

He discovered
the planet.

Oh, is that why
he's in burry?

If he's correct
in his deductions,

this isolated island
is that part of the world

the new planet
will come closest to.

Gee, it sort of
makes cold fingers

run down
my spine.

How about
you?

This is not visible
to the naked eye.

Not yet.

How do I get
to burry?

[British accent]
Here you are, sir.

This is burry.

Uh, do you know
Professor Elliot?

Aye. I've seen him
once or twice.

Where's he staying,
do you know?

Up at
the Brock.

Good evening
to you, sir.

Well... hey,
wait a minute!

Mr. Lawrence.

Hello.

I'm sorry I was late.
Had a little motor trouble.

Well, better late
than never.

Put your things
in the back.

All right.
Thanks.

All set?

Yeah. Drive on,
macduff.

Fog's getting
thicker.

It's always
worse on the moors

than it is
in the village.

You don't
remember me,
do you?

Well, I, uh...

Isn't that
a fine example

of how unfaithful
men are?

The last time I saw you,
I got your solemn promise

that when I grew up
I could be your girl.

Good heavens.
Enid Elliot.

Well,
I thought...

Took you long enough
to recognize me.

The last time I saw you
you were crying

because you had
to go back to school.

All gawky legs
and buck teeth.

I see you do
remember me.

Braces took care
of the teeth.

And nature took
care of the legs.

I hadn't thought
you'd noticed.

It's the newspaper
man in me.

What a difference
6 years make.

I don't think
you've changed.

Well, thank you
kindly,

or should I
thank you kindly?

Yeah.
Thanks.

Hey

what did
all this?

Bombs?

Father time.

It's been this way
for centuries.

Who ever built
this tower up here

at the end
of nowhere?

[Enid] They call
these towers brocks.

Originally built,
local legend has it,

as a defense against
the viking raiders.

Well, come on.

"As of midnight,
the 13th of September,

1950, isas follows..."
hello.

Professor.
John.

Good
to see you.

And you,
my lad, and you.

It's a cozy place
you have here.

Serves
its purpose.

Oh you remember
Dr. mears by any chance?

Mr. Lawrence
has forgotten.

I forgive him.
I doubt if he ever

expected to see
my face again.

Frankly, I hadn't
given it much thought.

John and I
are starved.

You and Dr. mears
have already eaten.

Yes. We had
a bite.

Take him down to
the kitchen,

and fix yourselves
something.

It's just a tiny place
right here,

but home is where
the pantry is.

Isn't
that so?

That's right.
Come along.

Here. Let us
continue.

"1950, is
as follows..."

What I lack in
talent for cookery,

I make up
in speed.

But I really do brew
a fine cup of tea.

Well,
I hope so.

How many of these
rooms are there?

This one's mine,
and there's

another one under this.
Dr. mears occupies it.

No thanks.
You have some.

Um-hmm.

Hey, how on earth
does he happen to be here?

Oh, you know father,
soft-hearted as a sponge.

Mears dropped in
on us, 2 weeks ago,

pleaded he was ill
and broke,

and jolly well
looked it, too.

And he was one
of father's students...

So he's here.

Hmm. Just
dropped in?

Um-hmm.

People don't
just drop in here,

a place on
the edge of the world.

I heard he was
somewhere in Scotland.

He's been
in seclusion

since that trouble
he got into.

I feel sort of
sorry for him.

Well, you needn't.

He should've
gotten 20 years.

[Enid] He did go to prison
for a while, didn't he?

I was just
a kid then.

I trust I'm not disturbing you,
Mr. Lawrence.

Professor Elliot would
like to see you upstairs.

Go ahead, John.
I'll be up in a minute,

soon as I put away
these dishes.

All right.

Didn't interrupt you
before you'd finished, did I?

No. No. Just
having some tea.

Where's
mears?

What? I thought
he was behind me.

Hmm. Must have
gone to his room.

I called you to

take a look at
our mysterious visitor

before we lose her
for the night.

Good.

Fog's rolling in
off the moors.

Go ahead, John.

Thank you.

[Lawrence]
It's tripled in size.

[Dr. elliot]
Grows larger nightly.

Well?

What do you think,
Professor?

I think

I'll just have to wait
and see on the 17th.

[Dog howls]

Stray dog.

[Laughs nervously]

Eerie place,
these moors.

Wet, too.

Yet they have a grim
beauty of their own.

That hot tea
you drank

should've
warmed you.

Is that why the
British drink it...

The climate?

And because
we like it.

Hello,
lightning.

Storm brewing.

I've heard
that one may tell

how far a storm is
by the number of seconds

between the lightning
and the thunder. True?

Well,
let's see.

1, 2

3, 4

6, 7, 8...
5.

Huh. Must be
in Chicago.

No thunder.

Hmm.

Well, static
electricity maybe.

This time
of year?

How's the view from
the top of the rise?

Pretty if there's
anything to be seen.

Well, I'm
sure of that.

The village is over there,
but the fog's too thick.

You'll have to take
my word for the view.

I'll do that

and add 3
of my own.

I like it.

We better be getting
back. Dad'll worry.

I'll bet right now
he doesn't know we're alive.

And it's
getting cold.

I hadn't
noticed.

Well,
which way?

Uh, this.

I think it's
closer this way.

Here we are.

Take it easy.
Thank you.

Ooh. I'm sorry.

[Enid] What
on earth is that?

[Lawrence]
I don't know.

If I were
mechanically minded,

I could probably
tell you.

Well, what
could it be?

That, as we say
back in the states,

is the $64
question.

Oh, careful. It might
explode or something.

Oh, it's not
a bomb.

At least, I don't
think it is.

Besides, what would
a bomb be doing up here?

Fell out
of a plane?

Do any ever
fly across here?

The only one that's
been anywhere near here

in the past 6 months
must've been the one

that set you off
the breakwater.

Well, your father'll
probably be able

to tell us##what it is.
Oh, you couldn't

carry that back to
the Brock. It looks...

Nothing to it.
Ah.

The measurements
are singularly precise.

Well,
what is it?

How does it operate?
If it does or has.

Well, you ask more than
I'm prepared to answer.

A theory might suggest
that the inside is hollow,

and it
might've contained

a propulsive element
of some kind,

a gas perhaps.
Look here.

The metal
is discolored,

possibly from the generation
of some terrific heat.

It's fantastic.

Professor,
look.

Interesting.

That should
work out at about

1/5 the specific
gravity of steel.

That could mean
millions,

millions if that formula
could be reproduced.

I don't know
if I follow you.

What do
you mean,

if that formula
could be produced?

Where do you think
this came from?

Well, my idea
may sound fantastic,

may be fantastic
for all I can say,

but this object...

Comes out
of space?

I could not deny
the possibility.

Do you realize what
this metal could mean?

It's harder
than steel.

It has tremendous
tensile strength.

And it weighs only
1/5 as much as steel.

The man who controls
this formula,

controls the industry
of the world.

Before you start
spending those millions,

doctor, consider
a slight problem.

What's that?

If the Professor's
theory bears any fact

you're going to have
a little difficulty

mining that metal,
don't you think?

I was speaking
metaphorically,
of course.

You reassure me.

Let us concentrate on
this remarkable object.

Father,
it's quite late.

Shh. The scale
is delicate

and responds to
a breath upon it.

[Yawns]

How long has it been
since you slept?

Oh, about 36 hours and
6,000 Miles ago, I guess.

Would you object to sharing
a bed with Dr. mears?

No need to inflict
myself on him.

Just for tonight.
I noticed an inn at the village.

Tomorrow I'll make dad
get rid of mears.

Not on
my account.

On my own. He...
Well, he upsets me.

Well, we can't
have you getting upset.

Can we?

Where
you going?

I'll drive you.

Oh.

See you tomorrow.

Well, good night.

Thanks a lot
for everything.

Drive carefully.

Oh, I know every
stone in the road.

John?

Yeah?

It's nice
having you here.

Thanks.

Good night.
Good night.

[Tire blows]

Confound
the luck.

[Sighs]

[Electronic pulsating hum]

Aah!

[Running footsteps]

[Tap, tap, tap]

The light flickered
on and off.

It wasn't
very bright,

a ghastly
greenish color.

When I got
close to it,

it looked like
a giant glass ball

girdled with something
like a steel belt.

3 of them,
I think.

When I got close
enough to look in,

there
it was.

"It?" What?

That face

right on the other
side of the glass,

looking right into
mine. I was scared.

Face,
a human face?

A ghastly
caricature,

like something
distorted by pressure.

I can't think how else
to describe it.

A horrible, grotesque
imitation of a face

looking right
into my eyes.

Now, I know you're not
given to hysteria, my dear,

but your statements
have the tinge of fantasy.

Now, you

you say you saw this...
This hideous face.

Yes!

And I ran,

really frightened,
I guess,

for the first time
in my life.

Hmm.

You're not going##out there.
I'd better take a look.

You have a hot drink
and get some sleep.

I'll show you.

My dear...
Don't argue.

I'm quite all right.
It was just the first shock.

Now you've
got me wondering

just what I did see.
I'm going with you.

[Elliot]
All right.

[Enid]
This way.

[Elliot]
Where?

Over
the next rise.

[Dog howls]

I don't see
anything.

I think it's
straight ahead.

[Wind howls]

Look.

Quietly now.

[Electronic hum]

[Elliot]
Can't see much.

No face, at least.
I'm certain of that.

What is it?

Obviously a creation
of science.

That's beyond
question.

But manufactured
by whom

and for
what purpose?

Careful.
[Hum stops]

Shh. Shh.

Look, the light
went out.

[Footsteps from inside]

[Piercing tone]

Down.

[Tone stops]

Let's get away
from here.

We should've
waited until daylight.

It was senseless
coming out here in the dark.

I'm... it's
uncanny.

Come on,
father.

Get up,
father.

Is anything
the matter?

Father,
do you hear me?

Hurry.

Come on.
Hurry.

[Frogs croaking]

Please wait.

Father,
stop!

Father?

Don't stare
at me.

Come with me.
Slowly.

[Buzzing]

All I was capable
of was obedience

when I heard
a command.

It was a complete
paralysis of the faculties

other than blind,
slavish movement.

Well, we seem
to be confronted

by a concrete
menace.

Willful.
Hostile.

Do you think...
Could it possibly

have something to do
with that planet?

Oh, am I glad
to see you.

I saw your car.
Is anything the matter?

We've had a case
of the jitters.

But I shouldn't
keep you out here

on the doorstep.
Come on in.

Your theory,
Professor,

is that these
occurrences

are in some way
connected with planet x.

Have you a better
theory to offer?

No, but, uh, you'll
have to pardon me

if it takes me a moment
to get my bearings.

What do you think this
is building up to?

Well, I must confess
I'm beyond my depth.

We have but one
theory to work on.

In approximately
60 hours

the planet's orbit
will bring it

into its closest
position to this world,

burry will be
the nearest spot

on earth
to the planet

and whatever
and whoever is upon it.

60 hours.

Don't you think we'd better
notify the police?

What should
we notify them of?

That ball
out there.

The gadget enid
and I found.

And defeat everything
that we've spent

all these weeks
in this forsaken spot

to achieve? Being overrun
with the curious?

Somebody's
liable to run

onto that thing
out there.

Oh, it isn't
likely.

This area of the moors
is checkered with marshes.

Many a straying farm animal
has been swallowed up.

This place
has a bad name.

The natives keep
their distance.

Where's
this ball now?

I'll take you.

You can see it from
the edge of this rock.

Look.

No sign of life.

You know what that
looks like to me?

A big diving bell.

The only difference
between water

and space is
a matter of density.

Hmm. Here.

It's pretty quiet now.

Let's go down
and take a look.

[Buzzing]

That everlasting
fog they mistake

for climate
around here.

Come on.

Glass?

I wonder.

It was
my wife's.

Diamonds
cut glass.

Not
a scratch.

Glass
and practically

any other substance
on earth.

This must be
tremendously resistant.

I can't think
of anything

known to man
equally so.

And this,
you believe,

from out
of space?

What else?

What's the next
step, Professor?

Keep it carefully
under observation

until the 17th
and find out

whether it has
any connection

with what may or
may not happen then.

We'd better be
getting back.

We don't want
to worry enid too much.

Quite right.

[Spacesuit hissing]

That thing he's
holding. Watch it.

Don't
move.

If he doesn't
take the idea

and make a move
for me, you run.

Run as hard
and as fast

as you can and come
back with help.

Ever tried outrunning
the speed of light?

Well, here goes.

This is
a universal gesture.

Maybe it'll work.

[Electronic noise pulses]

What's the matter
with him?

[Elliot] Hear that
hissing noise?

[Lawrence] Sounds
like it's coming

from that tank
on his back.

[Elliot] Probably
filled with gas,

something
like oxygen.

He's trying
to regulate it.

[Lawrence] He's
trying to turn

that knob to the right,
but he doesn't

have the strength
or coordination.

[Hissing grows louder]

Must have decided
we're friendly natives.

We've got to find some
means of communication.

He's capable
of sound.

[Alien noise pulses]

It's an attempt
to communicate.

It seems hopeless,
though.

It looks as if we're up
against a blank wall.

Let's beat it
back to the Brock.

What, and
leave him?

Question is,
will he let us?

It's maddening.

Here we have this
astounding creature

with his vast potential
for fabulous knowledge

to be given us,
and we may only

stand and stare
at each other.

Lawrence.

Elliot.

[Alien noise pulses]

Oh, I'm
getting primitive

in my excitement.
It's foolish of me.

What about
sign language?

Shall I try it?

Just don't
alarm him.

It's
no use.

Start
backing up.

If he makes a move
for that thing

in his holster,
stop.

All right.
Back up.

[Pulses]

All right now.
On the double.

[Coughs]

[Coughs]

What's
the matter?

[Coughs]

Father!

I'm all right.
[Coughs]

John, where have you
been? I've been so...

Behind you.

[Alien noise pulses]

[Lawrence]
Any luck?

[Elliot]
Nothing works.

He just keeps
making that sound

to everything
we try to do.

How is enid? Did
the sedative work?

Yeah, she's
asleep now.

Good.

[Elliot] We've
got to reach him.

You've found a means
of communication, doctor?

Yes.

What?

A common
denominator,

Professor.
The basic

and universal
language:

Geometry.

By George, doctor!
You've hit it!

If anything should
warrant success,

this should.

Excuse me, Professor.
You've lost me.

I'm the shadowy figure
in the background

with a stupid
look on his face.

I don't get
this math.

There may be no
scientific achievement

without math.
In itself,

it's the purest
language of science.

Now this creature

represents an obviously
superior race of beings

where science
is concerned.

To be able to
land on the earth

from a planet
whose existence

was previously
unsuspected.

I'm up to
you now.

If there's anything
our friend

should
understand,

and we might use as
a bridge to reach him,

it's this same basic
language: Geometry.

Precisely.
Professor, this is not

an easy formula
to devise.

Would you...
I understand.

You need undisturbed
concentration.

Let us know
when you're ready.

Come, John.

You're leaving
him alone with...

I presume your
concern arises

from fears for my
safety, Mr. Lawrence.

Spare yourself
any anxiety.

This creature is as
intelligent as we.

He knows that
we are trying

to find
a mutual basis

for understanding.
I'm quite safe.

Mears is right.
Come, John.

[Pulses]

I'll have the world
in my pocket

with your help.

[Humming and pulsing]

Now don't start fussing
about me like that, my dear.

I have a little
touch of the flu.

It's nothing to get
nervous about.

You're going
to stay in bed.

Here's
a compromise.

Suppose I go
to the village

to the drugstore
and buy medicine

that will
alleviate the...

"chemist"
in england.

Chemist or
drugstore,
I'll get

something that'll
knock this out.

You stay in bed
till I get back.

Oh, that creature
downstairs...

Don't worry
about him.

I'll take
a look at him.

I don't like leaving
you here with...

I'll return
as fast as I can.

Here are
the car keys.

If you fix
the tire,

it'll save you
a lot of time.

All right.

Oh, and what
have we here, now?

Oh, morning,
constable.

Isn't that
miss Elliot's car?

Yeah. I'm visiting
her father.

So you're the man
from America.

Yup.

Folks be saying
all's not well
up to the Brock.

They're
absolutely right.

Strange doings at all
times of the night.

Naturally.
Excuse me.

Aye.

Naturally,
you're saying.

Yup. Professor Elliot
has a touch of the flu.

Oh, so,
'tis true.

As a matter of fact,
I'm on my way in now

to the chemist to
get some medicine.

Aye.

If you'll
excuse me.

Aye.

This shall be my secret.

[Hums and pulses]

Oh.

Heh heh heh heh.

To think, a fantastic
gnome like you

had to hurtle
out of space

to put this power
into my hands.

Well, now that
we've made contact,

I'm going to tear out
every secret you've got.

[Pulses and hums loudly]

[Humming ends]

We're gonna
ration this,

and you're gonna
start earning it.

[Enid] Dr. mears.

Dr. mears.

What is it?

Father would
like to see you.

He's resting.

Were you able
to communicate with him?

No.

It was a futile
attempt.

I couldn't make him
understand me at all.

I'm most
disappointed.

I had high hopes.

Oh, I felt sure you
were on the right track.

Well, we will have
to try another method.

How are you feeling?

Everybody's
so concerned about me.

May I trouble you
for a glass of water, please?

Yes.

[Enid screams]

Got the stuff.

Should have you up
around in no time.

Where's enid?
In the kitchen.

Enid.

Enid?

[Lawrence] Enid was gone.
Had I sacrificed her

just for a newspaper story?

That was the thought
which tormented me.

She's nowhere around.
The dungeon's empty.

Empty?

What happened
after I left?

Enid! He must have
taken her.

Come on.
Where to?

The sphere
on the moor.

Where else would
he take her?

You got a gun,
Professor?

I have one.
Well, bring it.

Be careful.
I'll go along...

Wait a minute,
Professor.
Be sensible.

You'd better
stay in bed.

We'll go out
and scout

and be back
as soon as we can.

Let's go.
The gun'sin my room.

I'll meet you
out front.

What did he
do to him?

He was trying
to establish communication.

How? Oh,
yes, I know

geometrically,
but how else?

What do you mean?

Did he abuse him?
Provoke him in any way?

There wouldn't have been
any sense in doing so.

Well, I don't consider
mears a sensible man.

He's an ambitious man,
a brilliant man,

a dishonest man,

but not a sensible one.

But why should

he be foolish
as to try

to jeopardize...
Well, he mayhave to answer

for that one of
these days. Here.

Directions are
on the bottle.
You'd better take it,

and stay in bed.

Anything?
Not a sign. Nothing.

We can't risk a move.

Enid might be in there.

What'd you do to him back
there in the dungeon?

Do to him?

I didn't do anything.
Nothing at all.

He showed
a definite

disposition
toward friendliness

when I left.
Well, how can you

talk of him
as if he

were a human being?
How do we know

what thought processes
run through his head?

How can we even
assume that he

thinks like we do?
How can you anticipate

what a fantastic
organism like that

might do or
might not do?

All right.
Stay here and
I'll be back.

If anything should

happen to enid
I'll never forgive myself.

I should never
have exposed her

to this danger.
Should never

have exposed her.

[Lawrence] The night was
haunted by terror

and the sickening
conviction

that the man
from planet x had enid

powerless in his grasp.
If she was to be saved,

I had to think calmly.

I checked off my resources.
Help from the village?

I dared not risk it
with enid a captive.

The Professor?
Ill. Helpless.

Dr. mears?
Unstable. Unpredictable.

If I only were not
so helpless

before the voiceless
threat of the unknown.

Where was enid?
And where was the man

from planet x?
[Footsteps]

Good evening
to you, sir.

Good heavens, men.
Don't you knock?

I thought
you heard us

coming upthe stairs.
No, I didn't.

I didn't mean
to frighten you, sir.

What brings
you here?

We'd like to speak
with the Professor.

He's sick.
He's on a sedative.

What do you
want with him?

'Tis a matter of
considerable importance.

Sandy burns and
Mike Lane have gone.

Gone?
Where? Why?

Plain vanished
and none can tell where.

I don't get you.

Gordy and me, we've
been out on the moors

searching for them.

We dropped by here
to look in on you.

You don't think
I have your
2 villagers up here?

Each night they
drive the sheep

in from the moors.

Last night they
did not come home.

The two of them.

And what
we want to know

is it any of your doing
here at the Brock?

Up here?

You'll not
deny there's

something very strange
going on here.

No, I won't
deny it.

Something strange
has been going on.

Boogey doings.

Aye, aye.

And now,
what exactly

is the natureof this...
Miss Elliot

has disappeared.
Aye, miss...

Oh, no.
She has, now?

Have you any idea as to
where she could be?

Yes, I have,

but I can't
tell you.

And why not?

You wouldn't
believe me.

I'll have
to show you.

Aye, show me,
is it?

I'll try to explain
on the way

if your friend will stay
with the Professor

while we're gone.

Well, all right.

But there'd best be

no monkey business
of a foreign nature.

I'll go with you,

and, gordy
aye, Tammy?

If I'm not back
in a reasonable time,

call outthe village.
Aye.

Boogey's work.

I'll not believe
such clapper-claw...

That's why I'm going
to show you.

It's that sphere which
brought him out of space.

It's just over
the next rise.

Aye, it's daft

you are completely
flummoxed.

Or it is some
American joke.

Look, I don't enjoy walking
out on these cold moors.

Professor Elliot hasn't been
living in that Brock

because he likes it,

and his daughter hasn't
disappeared as a joke.

Aye.

You make it sound
very sober.

'Tis a sorry part
of the moors

for honest men
to be in.

Come on, easy.

It's right ahead,
now.

[Constable]
I don't see a thing.

But this is the spot
where I left mears

just a few hours ago.

You don't tell me
he's gone away, too.

Mears?

Mears?

[Dog howls]

Give me a light.
Aye.

I don't
see a thing.

There, there.

You see where
the brush is
flattened?

What's this?

Mears' binoculars.

Ach, man,

it must be you've been
sampling too much

of our good
scot whisky.

Finding glasses
doesn't mean much.

What about your
2 villagers
who've disappeared

and miss Elliot
and now mears?

Believe me, man,
we're in trouble.

We'll go back to
the station house.

I'll get out
a search party.

Meanwhile I'll keep
me eyes on you.

I don't care
where you look,

provided you
do something.

Now, go along
with you.

Tammy, have you
found my man?

[Andre] Was out
on the moor

gave you any
clue, constable?

Nay, not.

We have not found
a thing.

But 2 more persons
are missing.

One is the old
Professor's daughter,

and the other

is one of the men
staying up to the Brock.

Now, don't
you worry.

We'll find
him for you.

Donald.
Aye?

Go up one side
of the village.

Knock on the doors.
Andre, you go up

the other side.

We'll search
the moor.

It will take
every man.

Tell the men to bring
what arms they have.

Andre, Donald,
you hear that?

Get on with you, then.

Gordy! What
ails you, man?

Act like you've seen
a ghost or something.

A ghost? No.

Something of
flesh and blood

yet of neither.

Horrible,
monstrous creature

with a head as big
as two men put together,

and skin with the shine
of a new shilling,

and eyes that
are no better
than a dead fish.

Where'd you see him?
Why'd you leave
the Professor?

I didn't.
He left me.

What are you saying?

I went to fill
the water jug
at the well.

When I was coming back,
the Professor

was walking into the fog
with his friend

who's been with him.

Dr. mears?
That's him.

I heard him
call by name.

What happened?
The Professor's ill.

The other one
was helping him.

And he looked no better
than a dead man himself,

with his glassy eyes.
I was afraid,

and I followed them.

And then,
then it was I saw it.

It? It what,
man?

The boogey.

Boogey?

With a big head
and a hump in his back.

He stepped out of the fog
a wee bit before

the Professor
and his friend,

I did not wait to
see what else happened.

I ran until I thought
my heart would burst

from my chest.
All right. Get back,

now, get back.

Well, Mr. Lawrence

what do you
make of that?

It's that creature
from outer space.

He's got mears in his clutches
and used him to get

the Professor too.

That's where
you'll find the men

from the village, too.

[Andre] Man from space?

What clapper-claw is this?

'Tis a fearsome visitor
from another world.

Is it complete daft
you are, constable?

'Tis why the Professor

has been living
up at the Brock.

To see what would happen

when an unknown planet
came close to the earth

on the night
of the 17th.

That's a few
days from now.

But why here
in burry?

The Professor's
calculations told him

this is the area
of closest contact

with the planet.

[Woman]
But the boogey

'tis real, then?

We have every reason
to believe it is.

The Lasses and the children
stay behind locked doors!

You men!

It will be all over town
in no time.

We've got to get
out on the moors.

You could not get
a loon out there.

We'll get help
from the outside.

Got a radio?
I mean a wireless?

Not for
outside contact.

Call London,

tell them
what's happened here,

and ask for help
at once.

Hello?

Are you there?

Hello!
Hello, there!

It's dead.

Here, let me try.

Hello, operator?

Operator.
Hello, hello.

Have you had
this trouble before?

Only during climate
disturbances.

There's no
local exchange here?

It's over on
the mainland.

The wire goes across
the bottom of the sea.

Well, except for the fog,
the weather isn't too bad.

Aye, I can't
understand it.

Lend me your bicycle
and I'll go to the Brock.

Maybe I'll find
something that...

Who knows?

Fine risk
you'd be running.

It's better than
hanging around here,

just waiting.

The bicycle's
outside.

Thanks.

I'll be back in a few hours.
You hang on that phone.

Aye.

Hello?

These two must have
undergone the same treatment.

You mean they were
acting independent
of their own will?

They were acting
like slaves,

and seeking villagers
to be enslaved with them.

But for what?
Can't you see?

He's building an army.
If he isn't stopped,

he'll have every man
in this village
to carry out his orders.

You take the taste of the tea
right out of my mouth.

Any luck with the phone?

Nothing but jangling
clanging and buzzing.

Is there a way we
can get word off
this island?

No, no, no. Except

what? What?
Well, talk, man!

I was thinking
perhaps heliograph.

Well, try it at once!

But there's not enough
sunlight to get to
the nearest place.

[Ship whistle blows]

There's enough to reach
that boat out there.

Hey, right you are!

Fast, fast, before it sails by.
Right-o.

She'll be nosing

into that fog bank
in a few minutes.

Aye.

[Whistle blows]

Emergency.

Village terror-stricken.

Contact Scotland yard.

Well, she's gone.
Aye.

Fog bank
swallowed her up.

Think they saw us?

I cannot tell.

And what are you lads
doing out this time of...

Oh, look here, lads!

Let me go! This is
no time for pranks!

[Continues shouting]

And I found it
at the new location,

where he'd moved it.

It was being
fortified,

and I have no doubt that
the men doing the job

were the same ones who
disappeared from the village

but I was too far away
to recognize them.

And I have some
news for you, too.

Two more of the men
of the village
have been taken.

How'd that happen?

Young wilke
and Bobby Harris.

Young wilke went down
to look at his cows.

They hadn't been
milked for 2 days.

His sister said he left
a little before sunrise.

He didn't return.

Bobby went down
to look at his boat,

to see if it were up above
the midnight tide line.

He didn't return,
neither.

If the men left
don't buckle down,

this will be
a village of zombies.

You can not
get them out.
It's the fear

of the unknown
that scared them.
Even if they would

take the risk,
their Lasses

wouldn't let them.

What should we do?

Stand around
and let him send for us?

[Knock on door]

Come.

Come in.

Gentlemen.

Who are you?

Are you in charge
of this station,
constable?

Aye.
I'm inspector Porter.

This is
sergeant Ferris.

Scotland yard?
Yes.

Gentlemen,
pardon me.

Come in, inspector
come in. Sit down.

We were
in Edinburgh.

We received word
from London...

Our message
got through!

The ship saw us!
Aye.

I understand
a freight ship

relayed to London
by a wireless

a message he picked up
while passing

that was flashed
by heliograph.

I'm John Lawrence.

Oh. American?

Newspaperman.
Affiliated press.

How'd you get here?
Small plane.

Landed South
of the village.

Only field
without boulders.

Took us an hour
to trudge here.

You're a long way
from home, Mr. Lawrence.

What are you doing
here in burry?

Sit down, inspector.
I'll try to tell you.

How do you
expect to cope

with this situation,
inspector?

Well, from what
I've been told,

I see only one way.

A detachment
of the military.

That creature
won't be taken.

He'll fight and all those
people he's captured

will die with him.

How will you get
soldiers here?

The telephone's out.

Our plane
has a wireless.

There just might be
another way.

Oh? What's that?

It's now 9:30.

I'll give you until 11:00
to try what you can.

If you're not
back by then,
we'll open fire.

But you've got to
at least give us time.

By that time, your job
must be finished.

If it isn't

11:00, Mr. Lawrence.

Everyone out there
might be annihilated...

Enid, the Professor,
people from the village,

Dr. mears...
Everyone.

Professor Elliot
told you that planet

would be within the earth's
gravitational orbit by midnight.

The result of such
an unique proximity

could be...

Anything.

None of us know
what that enigma

out on the moors
might be planning.

Aye, you're right,
inspector.

The Professor's theory
was invasion.

We can't risk determining
whether it has an effect.

A planet of such size
coming so close to ours

might cause a disastrous
atmospheric upheaval.

Therefore,
Mr. Lawrence, 11:00.

We dare not delay
beyond that time.

Do you understand?
Yeah.

We may be
risking too much.

All right.

11:00.

The hour is near,

and the man

from planet x

is waiting.

Be sure who's coming
out of the fog

before you start
blasting, inspector.

I'll make
certain.

I've written a story
of what's happened here
up to this minute.

Can I count on
you to get it

to the right hands
when security seems fit?

I'll see that it reaches
the proper hands.

Thanks.

Well...

Good luck.

Look out for
yourself.

Yeah, thanks.

[Buzzing sound]

Professor Elliot.

Professor Elliot,
this is John.

John Lawrence.

Do you hear me?

[Emotionless]
I hear you.

Where's enid?

Where's enid?
Inside.

What did mears
tell you

when he came back
to the Brock?

Told me enid
had escaped

and sent for me.

Listen to me,
Professor.

Climb over
this embankment...

Very quietly...

And walk
straight ahead.

Climb over
this embankment.

Walk straight ahead.

Mears.

Dr. mears.

Come here.

Kneel down.

You were able
to communicate

with thecreature, right?
Yes.

You found out
how to do it

in the dungeon
at the Brock.

Is that so?

Yes.

What's he doing now?

What's his appearance
here mean?

He's establishing
a wireless directional beam

to his planet.

At midnight,
when the planet

is at its closest
approach to earth,

an invasion
will be launched.

But why? Why?

He comes from a planet
that's dying.

It's turning to ice.

If his people do not
escape from the planet

before it swings back
along its route through space,

they will be doomed.

How'd they get
so close to earth?

They managed
to make the planet

deviate from
its natural orbit

by scientific
degravitation.

What was that object

enid and I found
on the moors?

It was a magnetically
powered range finder,

used to determine

the composition of
the earth's atmosphere.

It was sent out
in advance of the spaceship

for experimental purposes.

And how does he
keep you a slave
to his will?

By exposing us
to a ray.

He exposes us to it
every few hours.

Wait here.

Men.

Stop work.

Walk straight ahead.

Walk.

[High-pitched humming]

Enid! Enid!

Come out of there.

Mears, stand up.

Up!

Run!
Over this wall.

Come down.

Darling, it's me.
John.

Come on,
we must hurry.

There's something
out there.

It's the Professor!

Ah, it's glad I am
to see you, sir.

Glad I am, indeed.

Where are you going?
Stop now.

Ferris,
help him sit down.

Come along,
Professor.

Come along.

That's it, man.
Sit down here.

That's right,
Professor.

10:59.

[Explosion]

[John]
Keep going!

No, they can't
destroy him.

They mustn't.

[Explosion]

Mears!
Come back!

[Man] Fire!

Fools.

The planet!

You're going back
with inspector Porter
in his plane, hmm?

Yep. By this time
tomorrow afternoon,
we'll be...

Far out over
the ocean.

Going home.
Mm-hmm.

I'll miss you.

Your father tells me
you're coming to California

so he can confer
with Dr. blane.

Mm-hmm.
Soon.

Good.

Is it true
that no one

will ever know
what happened here?

Knowledge would only
bring more fear,

in a world already
filled with it.

Can such a thing
be kept a secret?

No, but it can be
reduced to gossip.

You know,

I think that creature
was friendly.

I wonder what
would have happened

if Dr. mears hadn't
frightened him?

Who knows?

Perhaps the greatest curse
to ever befall the world,

or perhaps
the greatest blessing.