All language subtitles for Out Of The Unknown S02E04 - Level Seven - 1966.english

[theme music plays]

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yes.

Come in, take a seat.
I’ve some good news for you.

The final report on your work,

with defence computers
has come in,

and it's excellent!
Excellent!

Your promotion to major has
come through. And some leave.

Three weeks,
almost immediately.

- Thank you, sir.
- But you'll have to wait a day or two.

Just to finish off
your training.

You've been ordered down,
yes, to the deep installations.

And after they've shown you
what got down there, then leave.

Not unreasonable to be asked
to wait a day or two?

No, sir.
When do I go down?

- Right now. It’s a long drive.
- Now?

Car's here,
waiting to take you there.

Well, I’d better pack
a few things.

They've got everything
you'll need down there.

All you have to do, Major,
is just get in the car and go.

[knocks on glass]

Driver?

[brakes screech]

[man over PA]
Show your badge.

[whirring]

[man over PA]
This is Level Seven.

You are to proceed to
the recreation hall at

the end of this corridor
for initial briefing.

Keep moving and pay attention.

You are now 4,500 feet below
the surface of the Earth.

Above you are six other levels.

The first four for civilians,

the fifth for the Government,
scientists and service chiefs,

the sixth at 3,000 feet,

for Defence Command and
its electronic computers.

This level,
the seventh and deepest,

is entirely self-sufficient and

completely secure from
any possible form of attack.

You are the third and final
intake of trained personnel

for this establishment.

ln ordinary military terms,

I am the General Officer
in Command.

But we no longer
use those terms here.

From now on,
I am A10.

A for Administration.

One, zero because
we do not use single digits.

This officer on my right,

who is in charge of
female personnel,

and certain other
administrative work, is A15.

The officer on my left,

who is in charge of
our medical unit, is M18.

ln due course, you'll be given
one of the initial letters,

indicating your department
and range of duties,

and your individual numbers.

I must warn you,

that any use of surface
given names,

surnames,
and former military rank,

will be regarded as a
serious breach of the discipline

which is essential
to our purpose.

This purpose I can now
reveal to you.

We are here,
beyond the reach of the enemy,

to provide the supreme
retaliatory force,

which can, if necessary,

absolutely annihilate all
opposing enemy forces,

once and for all.

From here, we can attack
without being attacked.

To the world above
we are invisible,

but its destiny is in
our hands.

Perhaps I should tell you why
you've been chosen for this privilege.

Our tests have proved
that none of you

has any marked attachments
to ordinary surface life.

No wives, husbands,

parents, children
or close personal friends,

and would therefore react
favourably to a new environment.

More efficient, rational,
better controlled.

Most of you have come down
here in the belief

that it was for
a final phase of training.

But this isn't
going to be training,

because none of us is
going back.

Obviously, we can't go back
to the surface.

Think of the security risk.

If an enemy knew where this
operations centre was...

[shushing]

Right, let's get these numbers
settled first.

All you Operation Officers
are X. Now then...

You're X107.

You're X117.

You're X127.

And you're X137.

You'll be on duty here
two at a time,

because of space limitations,

each team will have to
share a room.

So, we'll take inner and
outer numbers together.

X117 with X127.

X107 with X137.

Right? Good.

Now, you four.

Together with
two other teams of four,

will be responsible for continuous
duty here in the Operation Room.

Each watch will last
eight hours,

during which time
each team will work

one hour on
and one hour off.

All right.

Now then you two, come round.

You all have been trained
to work with these

illuminated defence maps and
overall defence computers.

If an alert is sounded,
this is what you do.

One of you says to the other,

“Ready to alert Control”,

and the other replies
“Ready to alert Control”.

So there's no doubt
you're both of the same mind.

Then, both together,

you press these buttons.

Both together
or nothing will happen.

That sends your decision
to Control.

Now I’d like you to try that.

We'll assume your instrument
and map observations

have told you that you've
reached the point of alert.

All right.

- Ready to alert Control.
- Ready to alert Control.

Now press together.

[General]
Yes.

Those are the buttons
that send off the rockets...

...and that light tells you that
Control has been alerted.

Control will either give you
the “All clear”.

Which means the alert is over...

...or, you will be told to press
one, or more, of those buttons.

And we must press them
both at same time,

like the alert button?

If you don't,
nothing will happen.

It’s a check against, accidents.

That's our only function?

A sort of human check
against mechanical accidents?

Yes.

Before the
final alerting of Control,

we have inserted
human judgement.

The same with the
actual firing of the rockets.

They're electronically
controlled,

guided to hit specific targets.

But you fellows press
the buttons that let them loose.

You'll see what happens
on the central map.

Which doesn't come
into operation

until we've taken the alert.

Why have we got four
different buttons to push?

They fire
different types of rockets,

thousands of them at a time.

If you press Button One,
you release,

batteries of rockets with atomic
warheads up to five megatons.

They're aimed at
concentrated installations.

Military and industrial.

Button Two releases rockets of
up to 50 megatons.

They explode in the air,
over cities.

Big centres of population.

Button Three rockets
are as powerful,

but they go deep underground
before exploding.

But not as deep as this?

Don't worry.

Even if their rockets
are as good as ours,

they still couldn't penetrate
within 4,000 feet of us.

And what about Button Four?

When you get that signal,

you know we're giving them
everything we've got.

The war's over and we've won if
the Number Fours are let loose.

They explode specially rigged
super-H bombs,

that spread the maximum amount
of highly radio-active dust.

Certain death
to everything over there.

What about over here?

You don't have to worry.

You're here on Level Seven.

Nothing can touch you here.

As a doctor I can tell you,

compared with life here,

existence up there
on the surface

is like living in
a garbage pail.

[laughter]

At last, you'll be breathing
really pure air.

We grow our own plants
to convert

carbon dioxide back into oxygen.

Now, the food you'll eat...

...mightn't interest a glutton.

But this contains
all the necessary vitamins,

calories, minerals, to give you

a perfectly balanced,
sustaining diet.

However, if at any time you think
you need medical attention,

just press the
black button in your room,

say who you are and
ask for me or one of my staff.

Any questions?

Er, yes.
Where does the food come from?

Automatic dispensers.

Each of you will have marked
on your 24 hour schedule,

times to report
to a meal dispenser.

On insertion of a ration token,

the correct amount of
synthetic dehydrated food

is automatically taken out
of the deep freeze,

warmed, mixed
with water and served.

What about waste products?

Our waste products
are drained off,

filtered, dehydrated,

and what's left is stored in
the empty space behind the wall,

that moves the food forward.
A great achievement that,

just because space is
so precious down here.

Well, that's a sketch of how most
of your needs are taken care of.

But we can all think
of another one.

Sex.

A15 will tell you
how we handle that problem.

There's one thing.
I won't get fat on it.

I wouldn't have thought
you'd have any problem.

Not usually. But here I’ve got
nothing to do but sit around.

That's about all I’ll be doing.
Sitting.

- What are you then?
- Operations X127.

Oh! You're one
of the important ones.

I’m just a children's teacher.

But there aren't any
children here?

No, not now.

There will be.

As you know,

there are as many women here
as there are men.

This was part of our long-term
planning for Level Seven.

From the first, we had to take
into account the sex problem.

And it's going to be solved

in a most sensible and
satisfactory manner.

That is
through marriage.

[crowd murmuring]

Yes, marriages will be permitted
on Level Seven.

We hope many of you will marry.

The psychological benefits
enjoyed by...

...most married couples
are very considerable.

And then there must be children,

to take over the running of the
Level when they are old enough,

and to continue
the existence of our race,

in this unique security
which it provides.

[pop music plays]

Pop music.

Try the other one.

Oh, classical stuff.

You know I’ve been thinking
about this marriage business.

- Why? Fallen hard for somebody?
- No.

If you'd said yes,
I’d have wondered

how and when you did it.

No, but as the Doctor
was saying,

this place is full of
fine, healthy girls,

so why not have one of them?

Which one? Any one?

Of course not, any one.

But it should be easy to find
one who'll do and who's willing.

How about you?

No, thank you, 127.
Count me out.

Why? We're here.
Why not make the most of it?

Because when I get married,
I want it to be real.

I want all my feelings involved,
and all her feelings.

The way things are set up
for you here,

4,500 feet underground.

[woman over PA]
Level Seven, deep underground,

offers to a privileged few,
a new way of life,

free from insecurity, anxiety,

and the menace to health
of a mass urban existence.

What's that?

They must be monitoring
our private conversations,

so they can answer us
when we say something

they think needs answering.

Still, that shouldn't worry you.

Go ahead,
Get married on Level Seven.

[classical music plays loudly]

Good morning.

I’m sorry it has to be here,
but there's nowhere else,

not even my office,
that's free and quite private.

Just stand together, will you?

Now then. X127,

do you take this woman, R7 4 7,
to be your wife?

I do.

Do you, R7 47, take this man,
X127, to be your husband?

I do.

That's all then.
And here are your “M” badges,

to show that you're married.

You can use
Married Room Number Two,

between eight and
nine o'clock tonight.

[woman over PA]
Level Seven, deep underground,

offers to a privileged few,
a new way of life,

free from insecurity, anxiety,

and the menace to health
of a mass urban existence.

Did you hear that?
I’ve been trying it out.

Just because I said:
“underground”.

It’s a bad word here.

Freedom's another.
I tried that one on it too.

Nobody's listening to us,

that's where I was wrong.
A machine does it.

When the mic, here,
sends it certain words,

automatically those words start
the tape correcting our ideas. Listen!

That's all right, 127,
but what about democracy?

Listen for the click now.

[click]

Here we obey only
impersonal commands,

so that Level Seven is the only
true democracy in the world today.

Got the idea?

What tells us we're wrong,
and Level Seven is right, is a machine.

We're pupils of a tape.

It’s a tape that tells us that
we've got a true democracy here.

A tape controls
our feelings forever,

and the same with the music.
Endless without ceasing.

Only after every 12 days
the same tune comes back again.

- I have found that out.
- I still don't see what

there is to get excited about.

Why don't you get married?

I told you before.

Making the most of 60 minutes,
having a girl on schedule...

That's not marriage.

And whatever they think it is,
they can keep it.

I don't like this.

You know the load
of responsibility

these Operations Officers carry.

I’d advise relieving him of duty
until he's had some treatment.

He is becoming uncooperative,
only wanting to make protests.

He should never
have been sent down here.

All very well saying that now,

but you know as well as
I do the Operations Officers

had more tests
than anybody else.

Yes, but mostly done
by machines.

If I’d been given 20 minutes
just to question this X117,

I’d have reported differently
on him.

Possibly.

But he's here,
doing his spells of duty,

in the Operations Room.

Do I take him off now,
or risk it?

I’d take him off, now,
for treatment.

I say risk it,
but keep an eye on him.

What the devil’s all this?

I’m nearly up to alert.
What are you getting?

No, no, nothing like that.

But, wait a minute,
it's going up now.

Watch it. I’m nearly there.

No, it's sticking well below,
it's going to be all right.

That's just wishing.
Watch it.

This is it.
Ready to alert control.

Hurry up.
We have got to warn Control.

I can't do it,
I just can't do it.

Press the button, damn you!

Press it!

[man over PA]
Control to Operations Room.

All clear.

All clear.

[sound of rocket launching]

No, no, no, no!

No.

Button One, Button Two.

Button Three, Button Four.

Take it easy, 117,
take it easy.

You've just been having
a nightmare, that's all.

Yes, a nightmare.

Rockets, rockets, explosions!
Cities to dust and ashes.

- Forget about them.
- How?

It was just a false alarm,
that's all.

The real thing
will probably never happen.

Then what are we doing here?

Buried a mile
from where the sun's shining?

I wasn't asked if I wanted
to spend my life down here.

- Were you?
- No, but we were trained for it.

Trained to read a certain sort
of defence computer, that's all.

Not to spend the rest of our
lives in a plastic test-tube,

4,500 feet deep.

They tricked us
into coming down here,

then slammed the door
to keep us underground.

[woman over PA]
Level Seven, deep underground,

offers to a privileged few,
a new way of life... - Shut up!

...free from insecurity,
- Shut up!

anxiety and the--

Like a drink of water?

Yes, please.

Thanks, 127,
whoever you really are, or were.

What's the matter with your arm?

I think it doesn't want to press
any more buttons.

It doesn't want to be here
at all.

It doesn't see why any of
us should be here.

It’s arguing the point.

It says that if the other side
don't even know,

we've got a Level Seven,

then Level Seven
can't stop anything,

but can only ruin everything.

Our Number One Rockets,

- for their Number One rockets.
- Never mind the rockets,

what's the matter
with your arm?

I don't know.

Let's see.

Shake hands, my friend,
shake hands.

It’s paralysed.

I said it wasn't with us.

Just won't understand how lucky
it is to be here

on good, old Level Seven.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, we better introduce
ourselves, I’m X127.

Yeah. I’m X117.

No, you're not. X117 was
taken to hospital this morning.

That's when he stopped
being X117.

Look.

- Morning, Wife!
- Good morning, Husband!

Married Room tonight.

- And very special too.
- Why special?

Because today
is our anniversary.

We've been married six months.

You know, we weren't supposed to
bring anything down here.

But I had something
in my pocket.

And I want to give it
to you tonight.

Sort of, anniversary present.

I’m sorry, I haven't got
anything to give you.

I can't think of anything.

What would you like?

Oh, the usual thing,
just a nice bunch of flowers.

Flowers. I’d almost forgotten
they existed.

Still I’d like to be able to
give you some.

Don't look like that.
I was only being silly.

But just imagine even one...

A real flower.

I must go.
Seven o'clock tonight.

[woman over PA] No admittance,
except to Air Supply Officers,

Control Engineers,
and Senior Administrative Staff.

All messages through
Communications.

ln other words,
“Buzz off!”

- That's what she's telling you,
whoever she is.

- You Air Supply?
- I am.

How do you get in?

Door has to recognise
your badge!

[whirring]

There she goes.
So long!

Hey!
What the--

[loud humming]

[loud humming continues]

[water trickling]

[man] Look, here,
I’m telling you, I saw him!

[water rippling, echoing]

Let's forget about it, shall we?

Is that Maintenance?

[man over radio]
Yes. Who are you?

This is Air Supply.
AS327.

The outer door here has jammed.

It won't shut
and won't open properly.

Might be a failure
in the circuit.

You haven't been trying
to force it, have you?

No, I haven't.

Naturally I tried to force it
a bit. I thought it had stuck.

Well, er... Your present
or my present first?

Did you really find
something I'd like?

- I hope so.
- Yours first, then.

All right.
Well, close your eyes.

[gasps]

A flower! A real flower!

Where did you get it?

Do you mean you won't tell me?

If you don't know,
then you can't tell.

It’s much more fun that way.

- I think I can guess-
- No, you can't.

Now, listen,
what about my present?

It’s here. You close your eyes.

All right.

Open your mouth.

- Chocolate!
- Yes, real chocolate.

Come on, you have some.

- No, no, it's for you.
- Anything that's mine is yours.

- You have the bigger piece.
- All right.

Mmm.

- Isn't it good?
- Good? It’s terrific, fabulous.

It’s so rich.

It was much too rich,
that's all.

You're a Level Seven man now,
127,

with a Level Seven digestive
system, that works perfectly

with the kind of food
we give you.

But it can't take chocolate.
Much too rich.

How do you feel now?

- Dizzy and weak.
- That's the purging.

You'll be all right in a day
or two. But no more chocolate.

- There isn't any more.
- There'd better not be.

Enjoy your wife,
but not with chocolate.

Maybe marriage is too rich
for Level Seven, like chocolate?

It’s all right now,
you can take him away,

I’ve finished with him.

Hey 117!

You ought to know by now
that 117 is the man

who shares your quarters,

and your spells of duty
in Operations.

Not to me he isn't!

Then you're asking
for chocolate again!

What have you done to him?

The only thing possible.

Couldn't send him back up there.

Nor keep him down here
in that unstable condition.

He'll be all right now.

We're all of us all right,
aren't we?

I think your pulse
is still too high.

Come in, MR7 47.

I want to check a report
I’ve had,

before taking
disciplinary action.

Is it true you are wearing
a flower?

I see. Give it to me.

This flower can only have come
from the Plant Section,

strictly out of bounds to all
except the Air Supply staff.

Did one of the Air Supply
Officers give it to you?

No.

I don't believe you broke
into the Plant Room yourself.

Who did give it to you?

- Is it important?
- Of course.

Discipline is always important.

I’d like to see
the Plant Room myself,

to watch the plants living
and growing,

putting out leaves and shoots,
but rules are rules.

I have to keep them
like everyone else.

Now, who gave you this flower?

Very well.

It isn't very difficult
to guess.

I heard about
the chocolate incident.

I shall recommend to A10

that your use of
the Married Room

be suspended for one month.

I’m sorry,
it was all my fault.

It was both of you.

Anyway it won't do you any harm,

not to see MX127 for a while.

I hear he's been talking
rather foolishly lately.

He finds it difficult to forget
life on the surface.

Life on the surface was nothing.
Mobs of aimless people,

crowded streets, noise, fumes,
newspapers and television.

Millions of people live
like that and are happy.

Only unthinking people.

Would you like to go back?

No. Not anymore.

Now I’m married and
we'll have children, I hope,

and, here, I’ll know
they'll be safe.

Exactly. Whatever happens
they'll be safe.

And that's only possible here
on Level Seven.

You may go.

Something's happening.
It’s going up and up.

Same here.
Nearly up to alert.

- I’m there.
- Me too.

Ready to alert control.

Ready to alert control.

[faint whirring]

Last time we soon got the
“All clear”.

Let's not talk.
This might be it.

[footsteps approaching]

Don't worry about me.

Get your hands in position
to press those buttons together

the moment you're told.

If you're told.
Every second will be precious.

[man over PA]
Press Button One.

Press Button One.

That's enough.
Get ready for Two.

Well they're on their way, then,
the Number Ones.

Two thousand of them at least.

They'll be registering
on the central map soon.

Nothing big
from the other side yet?

No more than when we
gave the alert.

Who says so?
Look.

There must be
thousands coming!

[man over PA]
Press Button Two. Press Button Two.

Two thousand times 50 megatons,

due to explode over their heads
in just a few minutes now.

They want war.

They're having it.

- And so are we.
- Not us, them.

I’ll be surprised
if we're through yet.

[man over PA]
Press Button Three.

Press Button Three.

Fifty megaton warheads again,
every one of these.

Striking deep,
exploding underground.

Look at the big map!

Those must be our Number Ones
arriving over there.

Look at them!

Look at them!
Hundreds! Thousands!

Well, they asked for it,
trying a surprise attack.

Look at the black spots
coming up now.

They're all dangerously
radio-active areas.

Wait until the Number Twos
hit them,

then the black
will really spread.

I still can't convince myself
we're really at war.

It just seems like
another exercise.

That's all it is, down here.

We got sent to the right place,
man.

Didn't you like anything
up there?

Not one damn little thing.
Let it fry.

Don't forget we're waiting for
one last signal from Control...

...to release the Number Fours.

Specially rigged super-H bombs.

The radioactive effects
they'll have

are something
you couldn't dream about.

The fellows who rigged 'em could
only guess at the minimum result.

Have the enemy got any of these
rigged super-H bombs?

Your guess is as good as mine.

[man over PA] Attention, Operations.
Attention, Operations.

- Press Button Four.
- [General] This is it, this is it.

Press Button Four.

Come on, 127.
What's the matter with you?

Press Number Four, can't you?

[loud ringing]

Look man! Our Number Fours
are hitting 'em.

And giving 'em plenty.

Look at the black spreading.

This is the Communications Room.

Here is A10
to make an announcement.

Attention everybody.

At 09:07 hours
this morning,

twelve H-bomb missiles fell,

in various parts of
our territory.

Ten of them
in sparsely populated areas,

two of them
in big centres of population.

The enemy claimed that
this was the accidental result,

of a technical failure, not
a deliberate act of hostility.

True or false,
this claim arrived too late.

And in reply
to our limited retaliation,

by our Number
One Rocket at 09:50,

they released thousands
of multi-megaton missiles,

and, finally, at 11 :15,

they began using
highly radioactive rigged bombs,

an act of complete barbarism
for which, however,

we were not unprepared.

We hit back
with our rigged Number Fours.

The enemy's last bomb exploded
at 11 :45.

The last of our bombs hit them
at 12:10.

The war was over then,
and we had won it.

[faint whirring]

Don't you want me anymore?

I told you,
I was dreaming about it.

We were off,
somewhere by ourselves.

Well, we're by ourselves here.

It wasn't a Married Room,

it was somewhere of our own,
up there, as it used to be.

I often think about it too,

what we'd do
if things were different.

But what's the use?

We have to make the best of

what we've got,
and you're here and I’m here.

You haven't seen the map.
I keep looking at the map-

I don't care about maps,
It’s us--

I look at my hand too.

As though that might
be turning black soon.

I keep washing it.

That's silly.

Look!
Can't you feel my heart? Mine.

Yours too.
Belongs to you.

Now we're here together,

no matter what
is happening out there.

We're here,
we're alive.

I ought to have said this before.
But at first I didn't know,

and then when I did,
I didn't know how to say it,

I love you.

[exhales]

Don't worry.

There'll be plenty of times
when we'll be here together,

soon you'll have forgotten
what's been happening up there.

What's that you've got?

The rigged super-H bombs
they sent over,

the highly radioactive ones,

weren't what we expected
them to be.

The dust worked faster,
and in a different way.

Instead of starting with
nausea and sickness,

the way we'd all been told,

it did something first
to people's eyes

so they couldn't see properly,

and I think that's why both
Levels One and Two

stopped sending messages.

I mean,
they were all groping round.

Yes, yes. Was that all?

Yes, except there was
a tremendous panic on

when they found out that their
joints were becoming rigid.

- I kept on trying--
- Well, keep on.

What's that you've been getting?

It’s from that
painter and his wife

who went up from Level Three
to explore the surface.

They took a portable
television camera with them.

I wonder if I should try
to get their pictures.

I told you, I don't want
anyone down here to see.

It might make them feel...
restless.

Not now it won't.
It'll have the opposite effect.

They only took a battery
transmitter. It'll give out soon

and their last pictures
may come through any moment.

The ones I’ve seen already,
made me glad to be down here.

Perhaps you're right.

Let them see it.

Attention please!

I’m trying to get through
to the couple on the surface.

Keep it quiet
or you won't hear them.

Perhaps you'll get some
of their pictures

Coming through now.

Go ahead.

We know we're dying,
it's hard to speak at all.

So listen to us, you people down
there in the caves.

There's nothing to see here,

but twisted metal
and radio-active dust.

Nothing, no birds are singing.

No flowers growing,
no trees, no fields.

No men, no women, no children.

Bare burnt earth,
tortured metal, murderous dust,

Nothing to see, nothing
to hope for, nothing to love.

The world is like a scorched
ship, abandoned by the crew,

It still revolves.

There's day and night, sun, moon
and stars, but that's all.

Another dead planet.

Men and women down there,
in the caves,

we're dying, and we are glad.

Our last message, last broadcast
from the face of the Earth.

All gone.

Birds, flowers, trees, fields,

Well, we might
as well face the facts.

Their side, ours,

there'll soon be nothing up
there but a radioactive desert.

Nothing growing, nothing living.
What have we done?

[screams]

[loud whirring, alarm sounding]

Hey, come back!
You can't go in there.

Hey! You can't go in there.
[scuffling]

[water rippling, echoing]

[splashing]

Nothing from Three now.

Some broken messages
and pictures from Level Four.

The radiation sickness
had broken out there,

people were staggering about
half-blind.

They were cursing everybody
on Level Five,

political and military leaders
especially,

and there seemed to be some idea
of trying to get down there.

They can't do that.
It’s not possible!

They were going to have a try.

Keep listening!
Try to get more pictures.

There's nothing from Four.
Absolutely dead.

I’ll try Level Five.
[clicking]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

I’m picking up a message
direct from the enemy.

- What is it, man, what is it?
- Wait a minute!

[indecipherable noises]

We have picked up
a radio message

direct from the enemy which was
being sent to our Headquarters,

on Level Five.

It offered to conclude
a peace treaty with us.

Apparently,
only a thousand of the enemy,

secure in the deepest
military level, are still alive.

On the basis of this information
we're in a favourable position.

We'll negotiate from strength.

- Yes?
- Just one question,

if you don't mind.

What are we going to
negotiate about?

Well, that won't be
your concern, X127.

We can leave all that to our
Leaders and superior Officers.

But if you really want to know,
then what are peace negotiations

generally concerned with?

Territory, strategic positions,
wealth, markets, and so on...

But there aren't any markets,

wealth, strategic positions,
territory.

Everything's gone.

Not while there's
a duly constituted authority,

to give us our orders, X127.

I must remind you,
all of you,

that you are still in
the service of your country.

Meanwhile,
that is the situation.

The enemy, knowing
they have lost the war,

are now suing for peace.

[low humming
of vacuum cleaner]

X117?

Yes, it is.
X117.

Don't you remember?
We shared a room together,

we sat on duty here.

What happened to you?

I don't know.
I can't remember.

Can't you remember anything?

Sometimes I remember things,
strange things.

Sunlight, other places.

What's happened to it all?

We've destroyed it.

We've burnt it, blasted it,

and turned it all into
murderous filth.

Why did we do that?

What was wrong with, it?

There was nothing wrong with it.

Then why?

Because there was something
wrong with us.

[vacuum cleaner starts up]

Come on, man.

You won't pick up
anything sitting like that.

I’ve only just stopped trying.

There's nothing to pick up.

Nonsense! What are the other
side saying now,

about the peace treaty?

They're not saying anything.
They're out, finished.

Finished?

- Get me Level Five at once.
- I can't.

I’ve been trying ever
since I came on duty.

Not a word,
not a single picture.

I see.

Well, Level Six, then.

Same thing.
They're out.

That's not possible.
I don't believe it. Try again,

I’ve tried for hours.

I’ve stared at this set so long,

my eyes don't know
what they're looking at.

It’s no use.

I tell you, there isn't
any Level Five or Level Six.

They're out, gone, finished!

Put me through to Level Six,
and then get out of that chair.

Level Seven calling Level Six!
Level Seven calling Level Six!

I can hear something.
I knew you were wrong.

Very faint,
but I can hear something.

Yes? Speak up, can't you?
[indistinct speech]

Level Seven here, receiving you.

You...

I was wrong, then.
I’m sorry.

You weren't far wrong.

What I heard was the last man
on Level Six able to speak,

possibly the last man
left alive,

warning us that
the radiation was on its way.

Seeping down to us.

I recognised his voice.

A good soldier.
Major General Butler.

He used to be a friend of mine.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, of course.

Doctor! You've got to look
at him, he's quite rigid.

Get him in this chair.

And don't crowd us, you people.

Is it radiation sickness?

He's ill, that's all.

I think it's radiation sickness.

It couldn't reach us
this far down.

We don't know what's happening.

I know it's radiation sickness.

Doctor, what is it?
Tell me. I’m frightened.

Well, stop being frightened
and shut up.

If you'll wait a moment,
I’ll explain what's happened.

You must be on duty, you'd better
get back to the Communications Room.

The Communication Room
is useless.

The last messages
came through hours ago.

What about Level Six?

Out! Done for!
Dead and gone!

[gasps from crowd]

Don't start panicking.
Listen to me.

This radio operator's been on duty
half the day and half the night.

His stomach's reacting badly
to exhaustion and anxiety,

and he's suffering
from severe eye strain.

So don't start screaming
about radiation sickness.

And as for the news about Level
Six, it doesn't surprise me.

They took a chance going down
only 3,000 feet.

We're 4,500 feet down.

That gives us complete security.

I’ve told you before,
I tell you again. You're safe.

What does the General say?

I don't know why you should
think Administration understands

these problems better than
your Medical Staff.

However, if it'll make you
any happier

to learn what the
General thinks,

we'll go and ask him.
Come on.

Why do you want to keep staring
at that thing?

It’s all gone,
and we can't help it.

We're here together,
we're alive, we're safe.

And that's all that matters,
isn't it?

It is now, to me.

But you talk as if you don't
even want us to be safe.

What I want isn't going to make
any difference.

- It might have done years ago.
- Never mind about years ago.

But it's what happened years
ago, when we all went wrong,

when we destroyed everything
up there.

And brought us here to die
like blind rats in a sewer.

That isn't true.

- What isn't true?
- About being blind.

It’s different here.
We're too far away.

You heard what the doctor said.

The doctor was wrong.

He's been wrong,
for a long, long time.

We let something loose
we couldn't begin to control.

And now it's wiping us off this planet
like dirt on a window pane.

- Doctor, you can't--
- No, don't come close to me,

either of you.
Any trouble with your sight yet,

any sickness, any nausea?

- Rigidity of the joints?
- No, not yet.

Get out of here
up to the Plant Section.

Try up there by Central Control.

Not so many people.
Just a chance.

Hurry.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Goodbye.

[whirring]

[whirring becoming louder,
alarm sounding]

[man over PA]
Show your badge.

Press Button Three.
Press Button Four.

Press Button One.
Press Button Two.

Press Button Three.
Press Button Four.

- What is it?
- Press Button One.

Press Button Two.

It’s the tape that told me
to destroy a continent.

Just a machine!

We built the machines,
oh, we were very clever people,

and then the machines told us
what to do, and we did it.

The cleverest people
who ever lived...

[voice over tannoy continues]

...only we didn't live.

Please. Switch it off.

That's better.

I’m sorry, but I don't think
I can go very far.

Just as far as the Plant Room.
Perhaps we can breathe there.

Yes.

[water trickling]

[splashing]

Isn't there anybody alive
anywhere?

There might be,

in submarines under
the North Pole...

...or in deep mine shafts
in Australia...

...who might escape
the radiation.

I don't know.

[classical music plays faintly]

Anyway, the music will go on.

It repeats every 12 days,
did you know that?

Every 12 days till eternity.

I’m very tired.

It seems to be getting dark...

...l think I’ll go to sleep.

Yes, go to sleep.

Good night, my love.

Good night, my love.