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(suspenseful music)

(subdued music)

- [Peter] Hello Stephens, you still working?

Everyone else has gone home.

- I won't be long, Brady.

- [Peter] Here's the all-important file.

- Uh-huh.

- [Peter] I'll put it away.

Well, a pleasant weekend and the best of luck

with the big show on Monday.

- Thank you.

- [Peter] You're gonna give some people

the shock of their lives.

- You think so?

- [Peter] Well, I'm certain of it.

You'll stagger the minister on Monday,

in fact you'll stagger the whole world.

- Brady, I...

- [Peter] What is it?

- Oh, nothing.

- [Peter] Well, congratulations again.

Oh, don't overdo the work, huh?

(dramatic music)

(glass breaking)

(paper tearing)

(loud crashing)

(subdued music)

- Mr. Brady.

- [Peter] Morning, George.

- I better check you carefully this morning, sir.

- Okay, but I'm pretty late.

- Oh, that's all right, Mr. Brady.

I've got a message for you from Mr. Wade.

You're to go to the conference room as quickly as you can.

- Is the minister here already?

- Yes, sir, but that's not the trouble.

There's no sign of Dr. Stephens.

- What's that?

(engine revs)

- And hurry, this is urgent.

Brady, am I glad to see you.

- What's this about Stephens?

- He hasn't turned up.

- Well, he's giving his demonstration.

- Maybe, but he's not here.

- Have you phoned his daughter?

- They're getting through now.

This has really put us in a spot.

The minister himself is here waiting.

Listen, Brady, you helped Stephens with

a lot of his work, didn't you?

- Yes, but I don't know anything about his processes.

- But, you know how his equipment works.

You could do some talking and maybe show

the minister a trick or two.

- Well, I could, but I--

- That's what you have to do.

We've got to keep him quiet 'till Stephens turns up.

Here he is.

- [Man In Lab Coat] Mr. Wade, our chief executive officer.

- Good morning Mr. Minister.

Good of you to be so prompt.

- Not at all, couldn't wait.

Fascinated.

- I expect you've heard of Mr. Brady?

- The Invisible Man, who hasn't?

National figure.

- [Peter] How do you do?

- Mr. Brady's going to carry out the demonstration for us.

This way please, gentlemen.

- [Peter] Well gentlemen, I'll start with the conclusions

of five years research by Dr. Stephens.

Physicists have long known that if the

secrets of electromagnetism could be solved,

many questions about the universe will be answered.

This is called the unified field theory because

magnetism

and gravity are part of the same mystery.

Here at Castle Hill we believe that

we've solved the mystery.

What you're about to see is the greatest discovery

since the atom was ripped apart.

Thank you.

Now, watch very carefully, gentlemen.

(machine tone raises)

(animal squeaking)

- What a fantastic discovery.

The benefits could be enormous.

- In the right hands.

- I see what you mean.

- Excuse me, Mr. Wade, Mr. Stephens' daughter's arrived,

she's very distressed.

She wants to speak to Mr. Brady.

- Ask her to wait in public relations will you?

Mr. Brady will see her there as soon as possible.

- [Peter] Well gentlemen, the second stage of

this demonstration takes us a little further.

- Oh Peter, thank goodness you're here.

- Hello, Pat.

- Well, what's happened to father?

I haven't seen him since Friday.

I thought he must be with you as he usually is

when he's working very hard.

- I'm worried, Mr. Brady.

I fear it's my fault.

- This is Mr. Wilson, he's a friend of father's.

- [Peter] Oh, your fault?

- Well, I've been seeing a lot of Dr. Stephens lately.

As you may know, I'm the secretary of

a world peace organization.

As such, we discussed the dangerous

implications of his work.

- I don't follow.

- Well, you see this principle of anti-gravity

could be applied in the development of a weapon of war.

A weapon which could threaten the world.

- Believe me, Mr. Wilson, Stephens is concerned only with

basic scientific research.

- Well, I believe that the effect of his discoveries

could be devastating to mankind.

It could be used for murder on a vast scale.

- Did you speak this way to Stephens?

- Of course.

- Brady.

You and Stephens used the same file that

this worked didn't you?

- That's right.

- This it?

- Yeah.

- Then, perhaps you can tell me what's happened

to the contents.

(dramatic music)

- What's the matter?

- Your father's disappeared, Ms. Stephens,

and all the papers relating to his work

have disappeared with him.

Put me through to security.

- Well, he's vanished all right.

He's taken all the papers by the look of things.

- Couldn't be better.

- It could be better, you could have got hold of him.

Just think of all the time I spent working on Stephens,

arguing with him, coaxing, preaching.

The moment is ripe and you let him go.

- Wonder where he's hiding?

- Don't worry, you know Stephens, he won't leave London.

(engine revs)

- Hey!

Dr. Stephens.

(metal swirling in pan)

(subdued music)

- So, there's still no news, Peter?

- Nope, another false report.

You just gotta be patient, Pat.

- But it's a week since he vanished.

He must be ill.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Yeah.

Oh, right.

Where was this?

We'll take a look. (laughs)

- Well, where's he supposed to have been seen now?

- Covent Garden.

- Covent Garden?

- Yeah.

- That's possible, Peter.

Whenever he's really upset about something,

he goes to the ballet.

- Could he be there in the afternoon?

- There must be a matinee.

Yes, there is.

Tchaikovsky, his favorite.

Oh Peter, this could be him.

Now, I must go to the theater, and wait outside,

and then catch him as he comes out.

- No, no, no, we might miss him.

Look, I'm going invisible.

Then I can search the place while the show's on.

You go get your coat, go on.

Any idea where he'll be?

- Whenever I've been with him we've always sat in

one of the first floor boxes.

- [Peter] Right, I'll take a look there first.

Wait for me here, Pat.

- Okay.

(mysterious music)

("Swan Lake, Op. 20: Act 2 - Coda" by Tchaikovsky)

- [Peter] Stephens?

- Shhh!

- [Peter] Oh, I'm sorry.

Stephens?

It's me, Brady.

You had us worried.

- What are you doing here?

You've no right to follow me.

- [Peter] We just want to know what was wrong.

- Nothing.

- [Peter] Why did you run away?

- Leave me alone.

There's nothing wrong!

- Shhh!

- Sorry.

- [Peter] Steve, we only wanted to help you.

- I don't need any help.

Will you please get out?

- This is disgraceful.

Stop that talking.

- [Peter] Steve, look.

- If you won't go, I will.

- Good God man, what is going on?

(door slams)

- Confound you, Brady.

Let me go!

- [Peter] You can't walk out like this, Steve.

- What is the meaning of this behavior, sir?

- [Peter] Listen Steve, you've got responsibilities.

- I'm sick of my responsibilities!

I'm through with my old life.

Science has done enough damage.

I could kill you, get off me.

- [Peter] Don't you understand, Steve?

You're a public trust.

- Let me alone!

- [Peter] It's too dangerous for you to wander around.

You're valuable.

- Let me live my own life, Brady.

- [Peter] And how about your daughter, Pat?

She's worried, Steve.

You haven't even phoned her to say you're alive.

- I've got to think this thing out for myself, Brady.

- [Peter] Stop, Steve, stop!

(mysterious music)

Come back, Steve!

Come back, Steve.

Don't be foolish.

Steve, come back!

Hey, stop that man!

- [Man] Hey!

(loud crashing)

- Peter?

- [Peter] Yeah.

- Where's father?

- [Peter] Sorry Pat, I let him get away.

I think he'll get in touch with you.

Go find you a taxi.

Get back home in case he phones you.

In the meantime, I'll contact the police

and be around to see you as soon as I can.

Come on, let's go.

- You know what to do, Sewell?

Okay, come on.

(tense music)

(glass breaks)

File must be in here somewhere.

We must find it before the girl gets back.

(phone ringing)

- What do we do?

- Leave it.

(horn honking)

That's Sewell.

(door shuts)

In here, quick.

- Hello?

Hello?

- Patricia?

- Father, how wonderful.

Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm just tired.

I had to get away, Patricia.

Away from my work.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before.

I'm sorry if I've upset you.

- Well, that doesn't matter.

- I had to get things straight in my own mind,

but it's going to be all right now.

I'll look after you, I'll take care of you.

- Oh Father, don't worry about me.

Now, where are you?

- Brady was right, I should've thought of you.

- No Father, where are you?

No, no, of course I won't tell anybody else.

Number 10, yes.

Where is Harrow Lane?

Yes, yes, all right.

Now, you stay right there.

Promise?

Stay there 'till I come round.

Right, bye.

- Don't move Ms. Stephens.

10 Harrow Lane you said, I think, hmm?

Use your gun if you have to.

(suspenseful music)

- Ah, you heard what the man said.

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

(knocking on door)

- [Steve] Patricia?

- It's all right, Doctor, it's Wilson.

I want to congratulate you on what you've done.

It was a fine thing to have walked out on

Brady and his friends.

- What are you doing here?

- Your knowledge is so vital, Doctor.

No single country should have it,

it ought to be the property of the whole world.

- Nobody's going to have it.

- Oh come Doctor, you can trust our peace organization.

We promise to see that all powers shall have

access to your secrets.

- You talk cheap politics, Wilson.

I don't trust you any more than the others.

- You must trust us.

The cause of peace demands an act of faith.

What have you done with those documents?

(mysterious music)

(engine revs)

(door buzzes)

- Uh-uh, no you don't.

- But I must.

People know that I'm here.

(door buzzes)

- Okay, just remember I'll be right behind you, hmm?

- That's funny, there's nobody there.

- Hmm?

Shut the door.

I said shut the door!

(door slams)

What's the matter with you?

What are you looking at?

- Nothing.

- Wipe that grin off your face.

(punch thuds)

(man grunting)

- Quick Peter, father's at number 10 Harrow Lane.

Mr. Wilson's gone there to get him.

- [Peter] I should've guessed that peace racket was phony.

Come on.

- Don't be foolish, Doctor.

You're on the run.

Maybe we need to give you a helping hand.

- [Steve] We?

- I'm not alone.

I have a friend, equally ready to help.

- Get out, both of you.

- When you left the Castle Hill laboratories,

what did you do with your papers?

- That's my business.

- It's everybody's business.

An invention like yours threatens the world.

- That's why I didn't go on.

- That's right, Doctor.

I just want to see your discovery doesn't

get into the wrong hands.

- It won't get into anyone's hands.

- I want the papers, Stephens.

We have no choice.

(dramatic music)

- Don't keep Mr. Wilson waiting.

- I said no.

(loud slap)

- Now, talk.

- No.

- Don't waste time.

They must be here somewhere.

Let's search the place.

- [Peter] Wilson's a phony.

He must be after your father's work on electromagnetism.

- Nothing here.

Get up!

We know you didn't leave those documents at Castle Hill.

Where are they?

- I see what you are now, Wilson.

- [Wilson] Tell me where they are or--

- I'll never tell you.

- All right, go ahead!

(loud thumping)

- [Peter] I just hope we get there before

Stephens runs into any trouble.

- I think the doctor is ready to talk.

Now, where are those documents?

- I burned them.

- You burnt them?

Put us out of five years work?

- It was five years I wanted to forget.

- Now, but you can't have forgotten, Doctor.

You still remember, it's all in your mind.

You could write it all down for me, couldn't you?

- You don't understand.

It was a detailed record.

Observations, calculations, it'd take weeks to put together.

- I know where you'll have time.

It means an air trip.

Bring him along, Sewell.

We'll take him the airfield near Reading,

before Brady has a chance to catch up with us.

- Stop.

I just thought of a basic formula.

- Write it down, then.

- [Peter] Keep your eyes open.

It can't be far from here.

- I must've hit him too hard.

- Why?

- The guinea pig defies gravity at Woodley.

(dramatic music)

(engine roaring)

- There, there's Harrow Lane.

- [Peter] They've been here, all right.

- Peter, what's happened?

- [Peter] Hello, look at this.

Your father's writing.

- The guinea pig defies gravity at Woodley.

- [Peter] Woodley's an airfield near Reading.

- But, it doesn't make sense.

- [Peter] Yes, it does.

The guinea pig is your father.

He's defying gravity.

That means he's flying from Reading.

(phone dial spinning)

Hello, operator?

Give me the police and put a call through

to Woodley Airfield.

(tense music)

- Drive straight to the plane.

(engine revs)

- There, there they are.

- [Peter] Sit tight.

I'm gonna cut him off.

- See how our friend's getting on.

Hey, we're being followed.

Must be Brady.

Step on it!

- Oh my Peter, you're going to hit him!

- [Peter] That's the idea.

- Turn left!

Left and look out!

Crazy, he'll kill us all!

(tires squealing)

(engine roars)

Here he comes again!

Go, over there on the right!

Run for it, it's our only chance!

(tires squealing)

- [Peter] I'm going after them.

You look after your father.

(loud thud)

(bell ringing)

- Sergeant, that man there.

(loud thud)

- I'll get you, Brady!

(gun firing)

- [Peter] Give it up, Wilson.

(grunts)

- [Peter] What, and you a peace loving man, eh?

(loud smacking)

- Hello, Pat.

- Oh, thank goodness you're safe, father.

- I'm sorry, my dear.

I'm terribly sorry for all the trouble I've caused.

- [Peter] All right, Wilson.

The game's up.

You better come with me.

Here's your man, Inspector.

- Thanks, Brady.

It is Mr. Brady, isn't it?

- [Peter] That's right.

- I'm the one who should thank you, Brady.

- [Peter] Forget it, Steve.

All you want is a nice long holiday.

And you should take Pat with you.

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