All language subtitles for Out Of The Unknown S02E08 - Tunnel Under The World - 1966.english

[theme music plays]

[sonic whirring]

[bubbling]

[creaking]

[mechanical winding]

[fan whirring]

[high pitched whistling]

[hissing]

[siren blares]

[bell ringing]

[thunderous explosion]
[muted screams]

[man screams]

Guy!

Are you all right?

[panting]

Yes, of course.

Oh, you scared me.

I’m sorry, darling.

I don't often wake up
screaming, do I?

I’m jumpy, too,
this morning.

Why?

It was my explosion,
not yours.

You weren't dreaming
about an explosion?

Why? Shouldn't I?

So did I.

I thought I’d woken up

and then there was
a great big bang

and something hit me
on the head.

Oh, I did
better than that.

The whole roof seemed
to fall in on top of me.

I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe.

Oh, Guy.

Yes, it was
quite a dream.

It is awful when you dream
you've woken up.

You never know quite
what to believe after that.

Still, the walls
are still intact...

[solid tapping]
...built to last.

Whoever heard of an explosion
that didn't break the windows?

We're all in one piece,
safe and sound, darling.

It was only a dream.

But we both dreamed it.

Hey, come on,
it's eight o'clock.

Breakfast
in two minutes?

Yes.
It’s nearly ready.

It might have been
some sort of telepathy.

[tune plays]

Oh, no.
They can't do that.

[pop music plays
through loudspeakers]

This is going to be
one of those days.

I can tell.

First the...
And now this.

Breakfast in two minutes?

[pop music continues]

[hums along to pop music
playing outside]

Ready?

[Guy]
Almost.

I think, you know,
everybody has bad dreams

at some time
or another.

ln all these years
of the bomb jitters,

who wouldn't dream
of explosions?

And considered
that way,

it's not even much
of a coincidence.

Now don't consider too long,
your breakfast is nearly ready.

[sizzling]

You know, darling,
on the other hand--

Oh, the post is early.

Yes. Three for me.
One for you.

I was thinking, there
may have been an explosion

on the other side
of the town somewhere

and we both heard it
and that started us dreaming.

What do you suppose
could have blown up?

Well, only a slight explosion,
of course.

At the chemical plant,
perhaps.

But you've always insisted

that nothing can
go wrong at the works.

Well, just a thought.
That's all.

“Pop star wins
the Pools.”

There can't be much
wrong with the world

when that makes
the front page.

You know, there isn't even
anything else on the front page,

except advertisements.

I’ve never seen
so many before.

I don't know what
we take the paper for.

Now don't let
the breakfast get cold.

I don't feel very hungry.

Oh, you're not still worrying
about that silly dream, are you?

If there is--

If there has been
an accident at the works,

it will be on
the eight o'clock news.

There might even
be a special flash.

[advertising jingle plays]
#Crunch, crunch, crunch #

# Crunchie Pops
Crunchie Pops #

Turn that off.

Switch it off,
switch it off!

I thought you
wanted to hear it.

If there's any bad news,

I’ll learn soon enough
when I get to the office.

Look, I’m sorry. I don't mean to snap
at you but all these commercials,

they make a man irritable
at the best of times

without all this...

Who are your letters from?

Well, there's one
from Aunt Polly.

She wants to know
when we're going over.

A bread and butter letter
from the Farleys.

And Maison Pilkington
inviting me

to a preview
of their new collection.

What's yours?

Oh, a sample I expect.

Feels bulky.

What is it?

There's no mention.

It says,
“Press to Start.”

Are you going to?

What?

Press.

It might be some
sort of practical joke.

[high-pitched recorded voice]
You want a Feckle Freezer,

you need a Feckle Freezer,
you must have a Feckle Freezer.

It’s another one of those

confounded commercials,
how dare they?

- Switch it off.
- Okay.

[recording continues]
It won't switch off.

There ought
to be a law against--

Feckle Freezers?

Blast the Feckle Freezers.

Blast. Blast.

[recording becomes fragmented,
then silent]

[clattering]
I’d like to do that

to whoever put
that damn thing in the post.

[bell rings]

Yeah, I’m going to be late.

You haven't even
touched your breakfast.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

Well, stick it
in a Feckle Freezer.

[typing, phone ringing]

Hello. Hello.

Good morning,
Mr. Birkett.

Oh, good morning,
Miss Mitkin.

Get hold of the operator

and find out what's wrong
with that line, will you?

I’ve been trying
to get Harry Barton

for the last ten minutes.

But Mr. Barton isn't here.

If you remember,
he went down to the factory.

A fault in the storage section,
wasn't it?

That was yesterday.

Well, he hasn't
been seen since.

That's odd.

Keep trying.

I’m sure Mr. Barton
knows what he's doing.

Yes, I’m sure
he does, too.

You know what
today is, don't you?

The 15th, the day the tax
returns have to be sent in.

I was just about to remind you
of the tax returns, Mr. Birkett.

That's Harry Barton's job.

We could drive over
to the factory with them.

We'd be there
and back in an hour.

No, I’ll do them for him,
I suppose.

There's nothing to be afraid
of at the factory, Mr. Birkett.

The place gives me
the creeps.

Well, if you'd rather spend
half a day with these

than half an hour
at the factory.

Yes, I would.

It wouldn't be so bad

if there were a few people
about. And all those machines!

They're all programmed

from the brain patterns
of human beings.

Yes.
That's just it.

Machines.

The Spelman process.

They're perfectly reliable,

there's no danger
in the Spelman process.

Jim Benskin is killed
in a car accident,

and the storage section
carries on with his brain.

Not his brain, Mr. Birkett,
only his brain pattern.

You're quibbling.

I don't like
the Spelman process.

Think of it, a man controlling a machine
after he's dead. [bell ringing]

I’m afraid you let your
imagination run away with you.

Coffee, Mr. Birkett?

Yes, please.

Two coffees, please.

And 20 cigarettes.

Your usual?

Marlins.

Thank you.

I didn't know you smoked
Marlins, Mr. Birkett.

I don't.

Well, you just
ordered them.

I did?

Marlins?

They are supposed
to be really good for you.

They contain a special
anti-cough ingredient.

Yes.

Check, 242.325...
[knocking]

...678.5, 7 43.5...

Just a moment, please.

Mr. Spelman.

Don't get up, don't get up,
just an informal call.

[Spelman chuckles]

Paul Birkett, isn't it?

- That's right, sir. Birkett.
- Yes.

Department running smoothly?

I thought that you
were in New York.

Yes, I was yesterday.

Back today, you know, keeping
Contro Chemicals on its toes.

Yeah, but don't let me
interrupt your coffee break.

By the way, I notice
a lot of your colleagues

have taken
to Frosty Flips.

Very refreshing, I hear.

Yes, well I’d rather
stick to coffee.

Then these Frosty Flips
will have to boost up

their promotion campaign,
won't they?

Carry on, carry on.

Well, 5432--

Oh, I see you smoke Marlins,
Mr. Birkett.

Yes, they contain a special
anti-cough ingredient.

Interesting,
interesting.

81 .9,

3532.9.
[phone ringing]

This is going to take ages.

Birkett here.

[over telephone]
Swanson here, Birkett.

Swanson?

I’ve got to see you,
it's urgent.

What did you want
to see me about?

You must remember,
you must.

I’m on a pretty
tight schedule today.

Look up the diary, will you,
Miss Mitkin?

Please, Mr. Birkett.
It’s dreadfully important.

I may be able
to fix you in tomorrow.

Tomorrow's no good.

The day after?

There's no such day as tomorrow.
It has to be today.

Not today, Mr. Birkett.

But there's nothing down
for tomorrow.

Today. Please.

- 9.30?
- 9.30?

9.30 tomorrow.
I look forward to seeing you.

[high pitched wail and siren]

[thunderous explosion]

[screaming]

Guy.

Guy, are you all right?

Yes, of course.

You were screaming.

- I’m sorry, darling.
- Did I scare you?

I’m jumpy, too, this morning.

Bad dreams.

There was
a hell of a bang,

I thought the whole roof
was coming in on top of me.

You weren't dreaming
about an explosion?

Yes.

I suppose it's a common
sort of nightmare.

But that was my dream, too.

A great big bang
and something hit me.

It’s odd.

Creepy.

- Guy?
- Yes?

Don't you get
the feeling that--

What, darling?

Well, I suppose
it must have been a dream.

Is breakfast nearly ready?

Yes, yes, two minutes.

Everybody has bad dreams at
some time or another, darling.

I mean, with all these years
of the bomb jitters,

who wouldn't dream
about explosions?

Well, you consider
your breakfast.

It’s nearly ready.

[water trickling]

[recorded voice]
Join me in a Frosty Flip.

Frosty Flip, the ice cold drink
with a secret ingredient.

Frosty Flip.
Join me in a...

Guy, Guy!

What is it?
What have you got there?

- I can't make it stop.
- What is it?

I’ve never seen
anything like it before,

I can't switch it off.

Damned thing!

[voice continues]

[smashing, voice becomes
fragmented]

It came in the post.

Yes, I can imagine.

Was there anything for me?

No, just a note from Aunt Polly.

She wants to know
when we're going over.

A bread and butter letter
from the Farleys.

And Maison Pilkington
invited me

to a preview
of their new collection.

Now don't let
this coffee get cold.

There's something wrong,

but I can't put
my finger on it, but--

That silly dream, I suppose.

Or there might have been

an explosion on the other side
of the town somewhere,

and we both heard it
and that started us dreaming.

What do you suppose
could have blown up?

Nothing too disastrous,
of course.

“Pop Star Wins the Pools.”

[fire alarm rings]

Fire.

[alarm continues]

That's illegal.

Playing records
of a fire engine,

what do they think
they're up to?

Maybe it's a joke.

Something for Rag Week.

For one thing,
this isn't Rag Week,

and for another,
that's no joke.

The police would be along
in a minute, you'll see.

At any rate,
it's stopped now.

[advertising jingle
for Feckle Freezers plays]

What the hell
is a Feckle Freezer?

Some kind of freezer,
I suppose.

Some idiotic
advertising stunt.

They'll soon be stopped.

Enough complaints,
they'll lose their licence.

Well, that seems
to be the end of it.

[man over loudspeaker]
Have you got a freezer?

It stinks!

If it isn't a Feckle Freezer,
it stinks!

If it isn't this year's
Feckle Freezer, it stinks!

Feckle, Feckle.

I’m going to ring
the police.

Feckle.
Feckle.

Feckle...

Cheap freezers ruin food.

Do you eat rotting,
mouldy food?

Wake up and buy a Feckle.

Hurry up.

Hurry. Hurry.
Hurry...

- Any reply?
- No, it's engaged.

Everybody must
have the same idea.

Try again.

[louder]
Feckle, Feckle, Feckle...

I’m going out for myself.

They've stopped now.

But for how long?

Hooligans!

This is going to be
another one of those days.

Darling, what's the date?

June 15th, why?

It’s a bit nippy.
Feels more like October.

[footsteps on stairs]

There is no appointment
down for the day, Mr.--

- Swanson.
- I sure would have remembered.

Anyway, it would be
here in the book.

Nine-thirty, he said.

And it isn't.
June 15th.

No sign of it here.

I might have known
it wouldn't work.

You see, it has to be today.

I’m afraid Mr. Birkett has
a very full schedule today.

Yes, I know.

He always has
a very full schedule today.

On the other hand,
if it's so important,

I may be able
to fit you in tomorrow.

I tell you,
tomorrow is no good.

I’ve tried that.

Day after day,
I’ve tried.

You see, and today
was tomorrow yesterday

and now
it's today again.

You ought to calm down,
Mr. Swanson.

Can I take a message
to Mr. Birkett?

Couldn't I just wait here
till he comes?

I’ve told you,
Mr. Birkett is a very busy man.

You have to make
an appointment.

Well, if he could just see me,
it might remind him.

Remind him of what?

Good morning, Miss Mitkin.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Birkett.

This is Mr. Swanson.

He is under the impression
he has an appointment.

- Oh?
- I have.

I have.
Look, I’m Swanson.

Think, Birkett.

Try to remember.
Please try.

I’m very busy, Mr. Swanson.
What can I do for you?

Remember.

Remember what?

You won't believe me
unless you remember.

I’ve tried all that.

What am I supposed
to remember?

That night, you know...

The dark room.

It doesn't matter.

Sorry.

I’m sorry about that,
Mr. Birkett.

He just walked in.

- What are those?
- The tax returns.

They have
to be sent in today.

June 15th.

Well, that's
Harry Barton's job.

Mr. Barton won't be here.

He's over at the factory.

We could drive over
with them.

No, all right.
I’ll do them for him, I suppose.

Eyes down, Miss Mitkin.

[buzzing]

Is Mr. Birkett available?

I’d like to speak to him
on behalf of Feckle Freezers.

Feckle Freezers?

Well, if you were responsible
for that hullabaloo this morning--

Oh, but that's just the point.

We want to apologise.

Oh, well.

If you could tell us where
to get in touch with him.

Well, he'll be
at the office now.

But he is very busy.

We want to recompense

everyone who may have been
inconvenienced by that outburst.

Everyone.

If you could tell us when
Mr. Birkett usually has lunch?

Yes.

[advertising jingle plays]
#Tang, tang tang, tang #

Taste the tang of Chocobites.

Tingle tang of Chocobites.

The usual table?

Yeah.

I see you've been
redecorating.

Yes, sir.

What, since yesterday?

Quite recently.

Yes, but I can't
say that I like it.

Allow me.

It’s stuffy in here.
Have you got the heating on?

Yes, sir.

What, in the middle of June?

If I might suggest
a nice Frosty Flip.

- No, thank you.
- Very cooling, sir.

No, thank you.
No Frosty Flips.

I don't like
their commercials.

I see, sir.

Mr. Birkett?

Yes.

April Dorn, I'm from
the Feckle Corporation.

Oh, indeed.

Yes, well, after your company's
demonstration this morning--

May I share your table,
Mr. Birkett?

There's so much I want
to talk to you about.

Well, I don't want
to sound rude, Miss Dorn--

I would like you
to call me April.

Yes, well,
I was about to say,

I don't think that I could
talk about your company

for very long
without losing my temper.

That's why
the Feckle Corporation

would like to charge
this lunch to their account.

Oh, no, no, no.
I couldn't.

You would rather
not have lunch with me?

No, no, no.
It’s not that.

I want to apologise on behalf
of the company, Mr. Birkett.

Please?

- Oh.
- Thank you.

- Waiter?
- [waiter] Madame.

I hear the turtle soup
is very good.

Is it?

I can recommend
the turtle soup, sir.

Well, turtle soup, then.

And then, sir?

- Fillet mignon?
- Fillet--

Petits pois and asparagus.

And a bottle
of Nuits Saint Georges.

Very good, sir.

Well, that's
not really necessary.

But you must accept.

This is the least the Feckle
Corporation can do for you.

Why, you're letting
them off lightly.

You could sue them
for their last penny,

disturbing
your sleep like that.

Yes.
It was rather shattering.

You're just being nice
about it.

Some people actually
complained to the police.

Oh, it wasn't
as bad as all that.

I knew you'd understand.

It’s just that well, the Feckle
is such a wonderful freezer.

Some of our outside men
got carried away,

they wanted everyone
to hear about it.

Yes, we heard.

As soon as head office
found out what had happened,

they sent
representatives around

to every home in
the neighbourhood to apologise.

But really and truly,
Mr. Birkett,

the Feckle
is a fine, fine freezer.

Yes, yes, I’m sure it is.

Perhaps
I shouldn't tell you this

but well, I’d do almost
anything for Feckle Freezers.

White for madam,
and black for you, sir.

Now I have your signature
and you have mine.

Yes, yes.

But you have more
than that, though.

You have a 12 cubic foot
Feckle Freezer,

self-defrosting,
upright model.

Price £275.

I’ve never paid so much

for a refrigerator
in my life before.

I don't know what
my wife's going to say.

Oh, I’m sure your wife is very
understanding and very sweet.

He was very sweet, darling.

He said he was
a special representative

sent to apologise.

Well, I couldn't leave him
standing on the doorstop, could I?

So I asked him in,

and he started to tell me
all about this-- This thing.

Guy, I signed
a form this afternoon.

Guy, darling,
wouldn't you like--

Not a Feckle Freezer.

Twelve cubic foot.

Self-defrosting.

Horizontal model.

Upright model.

Price £275.

- But you didn't--
- Oh, yes, yes.

We shall be the only couple in the
neighbourhood with a Feckle Freezer apiece.

His and hers.

What are we going
to do with them?

There's not room
in the kitchen.

I’m sorry, darling.

- Darling, if only you told me--
- I wanted it to be a surprise.

Surprise?

It’s taking you
to nearly midnight,

to scrub enough
courage to tell me.

And how long
has it taken you?

That's twice 27 5,
that's £550

for two freezers
we don't even want one of.

I knew today
was going to be hell.

Feckle lousy Freezers.
[bell rings]

At least we can be
sure of one thing,

nothing else
can happen today.

Oh, blast.
The spring is gone.

The switch?

Well, don't worry.
You go up to bed. I’ll fix it.

Oh, must you do it tonight?

Oh, darling.
We can't turn the light off.

Either I fix it now or
we leave it burning all night.

I should remember
to put that

out of the way
one of these days.

Well, it's just a matter
of a couple of screws.

No need for you to wait up.

If you insist.

Yes, with the right tools,
this is a simple job.

[clattering]

Are you all right, Guy?

Yes, yes.
It’s just a fuse, darling.

Won't take a couple of minutes.

[Guy clanging in cupboard]

[Guy sighs]

[light clattering]

Mary?

Mary?

[solid tapping]

[taps wood]

[thud]

[clattering]

[faint commotion,
indistinct speech]

[faint whirring]

[loud whirring]

[click then silence]

[ticking]

[alarm ringing]

Guy?

Guy?

Where did you go?

That was awful.

What?

This dream.

It was like being
caught up in an explosion.

It woke me up
and I couldn't see you.

You're dressed.

Yes, I didn't get undressed.

I banged my head, I must have
been in the cupboard all night.

I’m not in a mood
for jokes this morning, Guy.

No, I’m not joking.

There's something
very odd out there.

I mean, our walls, they're not
brick anymore and the floor,

it's-- It’s metal with
this sort of plastic covering.

Why?

I suppose the builders
knew what they were doing.

Oh, that was
a very nasty dream.

I would never have noticed
if it hadn't been for the fuse.

Fuse?

Oh, the fuse, you know,
the one that went last night,

when I stayed up
to repair.

But you went to bed
ahead of me last night,

I switched off
the lights.

Darling, you couldn't,
there's no switch.

No switch?

No, I mean,
it broke remember?

I screwed it, I haven't had a
chance to screw it back on yet.

So, where are you going?

[footsteps on stairs]

What's wrong with that?

Watch, it shouldn't.

This is June 15th, Guy.

Not April 1st.

It’s not even June 15th.
It’s June 16th.

This is going to be
another one of those days.

Oh, you see, it's already
started with the wrong paper.

- Look, yesterday's.
- Yesterday's?

Yes, I remember that headline.

- I don't.
- What?

But it's the 16th...
Yes, of course it is.

It’s the 16th.

15th.

I had an appointment
at the hair dresser yesterday,

which was the 14th.

Work it out.

Anyway, does it matter?

No, no, I suppose not.

They're all for you.

Oh, darling,
about the freezers.

- What?
- Well, the Feckle Freezers.

I thought, you know,
we could ring them up,

explain that we'd
made a mistake

and ask them
if they would take one.

What's the matter?

What are Feckle Freezers?

Now there is
something wrong.

And the date is part of it.

Yes, I can remember the 15th.

I remember the tax returns.

I wouldn't imagine half
a day's work now, would I?

Guy, perhaps it was--

And I remember this headline,
and your letters.

Go on, open them.
You've already opened them.

There was one from the one from
the Farley's bread and butter.

And there was one
from Aunt Polly.

Asking when are we going over.

And one
from Maison Pilkington.

Inviting you
to a preview again, you know.

You're trying to frighten me.

No, I’m not.

I’m just trying
to get this straight.

[bell rings]
It’s eight o'clock.

Yes, I know
what the time is, darling.

It’s the date that worries me.
[jingle for Crunchipops plays]

Turn that off.

- Turn that off.
- No, leave it.

Perhaps they know
what the date is.

[radio presenter] Good morning.
Here is the eight o'clock news

for today Wednesday, June 15th
brought to you by Frosty Flip,

the ice cold drink
with the secret ingredient.

Oh, darling, you must have had
a very nasty bang on your head.

No, I tell you it was nothing
to do with the bang on my head.

[phone rings]

Hello.

[over telephone] Could I speak to Mr.
Birkett please? My name is Swanson.

Yes, hold on, would you?

It’s for you, a Mr. Swanson.

Swanson?

Swanson.

- Birkett here.
- Do you remember yet?

Now look, Swanson,
what's going on?

You went through
this routine yesterday.

You remember?

What's it all about?

I can't tell you on the phone,
where can we meet?

At the office.

No, no, not there,
not two days running.

They might suspect.

Look, what about--

What about that place you were at
yesterday, The Crystal Restaurant?

Yes, look, Swanson, has it...

Has it something
to do with the date?

Careful, Birkett,
this is a public phone.

I can't...
I’ll see you there.

As soon as they open.

He knows, too.
He knows.

Guy!

Chocobites are tangy.

Chocobites are tangier
than tangy.

Taste one,
and you'll want some more.

Won't you try my Chocobites?

No, thank you.

Won't you try my Chocobites?

No, thank you.
Miss Dorn.

I wanted to have a word
with you about those freezers.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Well, about the freezer
that you sold me yesterday.

But I didn't
sell you anything.

Well, of course you did.

- Hey, you.
- Me, sir?

You served us
yesterday, didn't you?

Did I, sir?

Well, turtle soup,
fillet mignon, and all the--

If you'll excuse me
just one moment, sir.

Of course, it was you.

But you don't remember,
not yesterday.

I couldn't forget you,
Miss Dorn.

I’m not Miss Dorn.

Well, wait.
You whoever you are.

- They know.
- Control yourself!

- Birkett, let them go.
- Where have they gone?

Look, they know
we are on to them.

On to them? Swanson, you better
start from the beginning.

Of course you don't remember
any of this, do you?

Look, about two months ago,

you came banging
at my door late one night.

I did?

You were scared silly,
babbling about men

without faces
and a huge hand in the sky.

- You begged me to hide you.
- Are you sure it was me?

I thought that you
were out of your mind.

And obviously you
needed some help.

I have got this darkroom,
you know.

It locks on the inside.

Anyway, to keep you quiet,
we both hid in there.

And then in the morning,
you said

you've got something
funny to show me.

You went out
and you bought a newspaper.

The date on it, Birkett,
it was June 15th.

And that's today.
I mean--

That's it, you got it, you see?

It’s always today,
every day the same.

Every morning, the same
news in the newspapers.

Only the advertisements
change,

but who wants
to read advertisements?

Always June 15th.

Yeah.

One night you stayed
away too long

before coming back
into the darkroom.

They got you again.

When I found you a couple
of days later...

...you'd forgotten everything.

Somebody
wants us to live

the same day
over and over again.

Why?

Who are they, Swanson,
and what's in it for them?

I think they watch us.

Watch us?

Yeah, I try to keep
out of their way.

I only come out
to look for you.

Watch us.

Well, if they're
watching us, Swanson,

we have nothing to lose.
Come on.

Birkett, look, it's dangerous.

Look here, Birkett.

What is it?
Where are we?

There's a ladder and it appears
to be some sort of a tunnel.

Quite a substantial
bit of engineering.

Tunnel?
There can't be a tunnel.

There isn't a tunnel under...

That's just what I was thinking.

Come on.

[clanging]

Metal alloy,
like the floor of my house.

Look, Birkett, let's go back.

I think we ought
to call the police.

Proportions...
They're all wrong.

Supposing one of them sees us?

What does this remind you of?

Look, they got your mind
last time, Birkett.

Aren't you scared?

Yes, yes, I’m scared
but what else can we do?

Come on.

Wait for me.

Look, supposing
we meet one of them.

Well, how do we know?

Oh, well, they're easy to spot,
once you know where to look.

You see, we're always the same
but they change.

That girl for instance,

sometimes she wears
fancy dress like today,

other times
she is in ordinary clothes.

They play different parts.

There appears to be
some sort of gate.

It’s locked.

I wish I could place
what it remind me of.

Come on, Swanson.
Let's try one of these.

[faint sonic whirring]

What is it?
What's the matter?

This is the plant.

Contro Chemicals.

Where is everybody?
There's nobody about.

There never was.

It’s all controlled
by computers.

The Spelman process.

He discovered how to transfer
a man's thought patterns

from brain cells
to electronic matrices.

What does that do?

It gives a machine
the mind of a human being.

But why have all
the machines stopped?

They were working yesterday.

Harry Barton came over, too.

Look, this is working.
What is it?

It doesn't belong here.

Mary.

That's my wife.

I told you they watch us.

[Guy] They must have cameras
planted everywhere.

Why do they do it?

I don't know
but we'll soon find out.

- It’s locked.
- There you are, you see.

There must be something in there
worth keeping under lock and key.

Birkett, I don't think
we ought to be doing this.

Just look at these.

Hey, look, Chocobites.

That girl was giving
away Chocobites.

Marlin cigarettes campaign.

Marlin cigarettes.

Frosty Flip,
I bought one of those.

Feckle Freezer, I bought two.

What's all this got to do
with Contro Chemicals?

The layouts out
for Crunchipops.

Who put the crunch
in Crunchipops?

Swanson, you're right. This has
nothing to do with Contro Chemicals.

Now look, it's advertising.
Chocobites, Frosty Flip.

Well, they're at least
ordinary anyway.

Listen to this, Swanson.

“Although test report K4
doubled the numbers sold,

its use will be limited
by local by-laws restricting

the use of loudspeaker vans.”

Now when did you last hear
a loudspeaker van, Swanson?

They're around us all the time.

And what are they doing?

Advertising.

Exactly, it's poured
into us every day.

Newspapers, television, radio
and even if we miss them,

there are loud loudspeaker
vans to get us out of bed.

That's what's happening
every day, isn't it?

- Yeah, that's what's happening.
- And it happens every night.

Every night, our minds
are wiped clean

of all that's happened
during the day,

so that we are all ready
for the next day's trials.

We're a captive audience.

And they're recording
our responses.

We're nothing but guinea pigs.

You mean they have taken
over the whole town?

Yes, I don't know how.

Mass hypnotism, drugs perhaps,

and if anyone knew how
to work that particular trick,

it would be our Mr. Spelman.

[conversation from outside
the room]

You don't have to worry
about Birkett.

He's probably
just wandering about.

We'll pick him up
in the morning.

That's what you think.

Oh, I take it all back.
You were right.

Why aren't you
at the office, Birkett?

- What do you want?
- I want an explanation,

how you managed
to kidnap 20,000 people.

Of course, you realise
how absurd you sound.

Look, I know
what you've done, Spelman.

I mean, all this
is valuable information.

I don't know how much
money is involved,

I know for a fact
that some companies spend

two or three million a year
on advertising.

Suppose they learn to cut
their costs and increase

efficiency at the same time.

Am I getting warm, Spelman?

You're over-heated.

I don't think
that's very funny.

You're coming with me
to the police.

No, Birkett.

I said that you are
coming with me.

I said no.

No.

Birkett.

Birkett, the girl.

You hit the nerve centre.

Makes it very difficult
to control this body.

I’m sorry.
It should have been Spelman.

Don't worry too much,
I can't feel anything.

My real body lies asleep
until I switch back to it.

But when I hit you--

Well, you've worked
for Contra.

You know all about
the Spelman process,

linking brain patterns
to machines.

You mean that...
that you're...

One of the Spelman machines,
just like you.

I’m afraid you're one
of the other type, though.

What are you talking about?

I’m sorry for you,
Mr. Birkett, really sorry.

You see, I chose
this way of living.

I’m well paid and I can
give it up any time I choose.

But you can't.

I tell you, Spelman's
going to be stopped.

I’ll find my way
out of this place.

You can't.

Why not?

Because you're dead.

Dead?

The explosion.

That was a dream.

It was this chemical plant.

One of the storage
tanks blew up,

almost everyone
in the town died.

You died with them,
both of you.

I’m not dead. Look, I’m alive.

Your last day alive
was June 14th.

It ended with that bang.

I tell you, that explosion
was a dream.

A dream.
I woke up.

June 15th is the dream.

It’s made afresh for you
every day by Mr. Spelman.

No, he couldn't.

He couldn't rebuild
the whole town.

But it-- It wasn't necessary
to have all the details exact.

It only lasts for one day.

At midnight,
the maintenance crew

swarms down the tunnel
to every part of the town.

The tunnel?

They put everything back
the way it was on June 14th.

If one of you finds something
wrong when he wakes,

he forgets it again
after midnight.

Swanson didn't.
I didn't.

- But you will.
- It’s not possible.

It would have cost millions.

It made millions.

It goes on making
the millions.

But that isn't the end.

Mr. Spelman
has political ambitions.

No, it's not true,
it's not true, it can't be true!

I’ll prove it to you.

I’m switching back
to my real body now.

I’m going to disconnect.

Now.

Look.

[Spelman as robot]
Forget it, Birkett.

Drop that bar

before you do
any more damage.

This is Spelman speaking.

You're not Spelman.

The mind is.

I just happen to be
using this as a body.

And I doubt whether
you could damage it.

So let's stop all
this nonsense, shall we?

I don't want to
damage you either.

You were far too
expensive to create.

I’m Guy Birkett, I’m not one
of your damned machines!

I’ll smash
your synthetic empire.

You'll have to kill me
if you want to stop me.

Go ahead.

Nobody's stopping you.

[siren blares]

[bell ringing]

[Spelman's voice]
Birkett, this is Spelman.

Spelman in the flesh.

Now, why don't you
be reasonable

and let the maintenance
crew adjust you?

I’m not beaten yet.

I’ll find the way out.

There's nowhere for you to go.

You can see that for yourself.

You see, Birkett,
for my advertising laboratory,

I wanted the town rebuilt,

working replacements
for its dead population.

Now that cost
an awful lot of money.

Fortunately, I was
able to compromise.

Why build an entire town

when a scale model
would do just as well?

Listen to me.

Your world is built
on a table top.

No!

[muted speech]

You won't use me again.

I’ll throw myself
over the edge.

No, little Birkett.
No.

[siren blares]

[thunderous explosion]

[alarm clock rings]

Guy!

Guy, are you all right?

Yes, yes, of course.

Oh, you scared me.

What a fantastic dream.

[advertising jingle plays]

[man over loudspeaker]
Are you a coward? No.

Are you a fool?
No.

Are you going
to let the incompetent

run this country
for five years?

No.

What can you do?

Vote for Spelman!

Vote for Spelman!

Vote for Spelman!

Spelman!

Spelman!

Spelman!

Spelman!
Spelman!