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When will you be back? Tomorrow.

At what time? Sapphire: 'Steel!'

to continue my investigations about...

'Yes?' be quiet.

I beg your pardon? I said be quiet. 'What is it?'

echoes of a marching band

'the platform again.

'Something... changing. Something happening.'

melodic whistling 'tell me.'

'the flowers have appeared again. And the smell of summer. But...

'..There's something else, steel. There's something else this time.'

'can you identify it?'

'just... a very powerful feeling...

'Of hatred. And resentment.

'A strong feeling of resentment.

'The whole atmosphere out here is charged with it.'

marching band continues

'and that sound, steel.

'Can you hear that?'

marching band fades

'no. What is it?'

'it's the sound of a band.

'It's approaching. It's coming here!'

marching band increases

listen.

'And I can hear men...' Hey, wake up!

'..Marching.' do you hear that?

'Be careful, sapphire.' You hear it?

'Sapphire, be careful.' 'I'm all right, steel.'

men begin to sing

'sapphire, leave that platform, now.

'We're in the waiting room, come here now.'

All irregularities will be handled

by the forces controlling each dimension.

Transuranic heavy elements may not be used where there is life.

Medium atomic weights are available.

Gold, lead, copper, jet,

diamond, radium, sapphire, silver and steel.

Sapphire and steel have been assigned.

'Sapphire, leave that platform, now. Answer me!'

it's hot.

It's a hot summer day.

Men: ♪ smile, boys, that's the style... ♪

he likes the sun, he says it makes things grow, makes the corn ripe.

I can hear wood pigeons, and bees.

♪ Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag... ♪

it's very hot.

♪ And smile, smile, smile... ♪ and very, very still.

He's with them, you see.

It's their special send-off.

♪ Your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile

♪ while you've a Lucifer... ♪ do you hear it? Do you hear that?

'Who are you, sapphire?

'Who are you?' ♪ what's the use of worrying... ♪

no passenger trains today.

The station is closed to ordinary passengers.

♪ Your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile! ♪

The waiting room doors are locked.

Echoes of women cheering there are just the girls...

Cheering continues

just the girls who gave...

..Who gave them...

Look! Look, it's daylight out there!

It won't open.

Echoes of a train approaching

Train slows

The girls who gave us flowers.

Whimpering, explosions

more whimpering, sustained gunfire

Sobbing

She gasps

steel!

Wait!

It's amazing.

Really amazing.

Tell me. He... it is without life.

An external projection? No, an after-image.

After-image? Yes, it lived once.

To think we are witnessing...

It's amazing.

Would you please be quiet?

Who were you?

Surely you can see he was a soldier.

Who... were you?

Who am I, more like.

No.

Sorry, but you're dead.

Who were you?

At least give the poor lad a chance. Please, let him do it his way.

You might as well tell me.

Reckon you might as well find out for yourself.

All right.

What do you want here?

Reckon you might as well find that out an' all.

He whistles 'pack up your troubles'

You see what you've done?

You've driven him away.

So that's your threat, is it?

That poor lad?

I mean... I mean, is that really your idea of evil?

Yes, it is.

Well, it isn't mine!

Please come back.

In the name of god, please come back.

I heard a voice from the heavens saying unto me,

"blessed are dead, which die in the lord from henceforth."

"Yea," said the spirit, "that they may rest from their labours."

The after-image to belong to someone who died during the great war.

Great war? 1914 to 1918.

Died here? You mean this was a battle ground?

No, the send-off was from here. His send-off,

did you hear the train? Yes.

And the women? Women?

Yes, the ones who once cheered them on their way.

Made them think that they were heroes.

No, I didn't hear them. I did.

It was something he wanted me to experience, to participate in.

Just momentarily.

I don't think he wanted to frighten me.

He just wanted me to experience it. Why?

Because those women were part of this place for him.

He resented what they stood for.

You sensed that. Yes.

Was it the same feeling of resentment and hatred

you felt earlier on, on the platform?

Some of it, yes. But not all of it.

So, this is where it all started for him.

His death started here.

Great wars, civil wars, holy wars.

You know, sometimes I wonder why they bother to send us here.

It's not enough. That amount of resentment, it's not enough.

He was a soldier, he went to war. He must have allowed for

the possibility of being killed prematurely.

It's not enough.

You're sure that was the war he was killed in?

Oh, yes. I saw his death.

It was something else he wanted me to experience.

Where's Tully? Waiting.

Where? In the waiting room.

I'm gonna send him home.

Then we have to find out who he was.

His name, where he lived, and exactly where and when he died.

And what his intentions are.

He didn't come back. No?

And I'm hoping, praying, if you like,

that he hasn't deserted us for good. I doubt that he has.

Because that would be a pity, a great pity.

I feel the ghost of that poor lad has things to say.

I'm sure he has. Things to tell us.

Mr Tully. So I've decided to stay on tonight,

not to go home. Have you?

A sort of emergency service, if you like.

So, no more jokes. I'd rather you didn't make fun of me.

I'm not stupid. I happen to realise. Realise what?

That the pair of you seem to be working along similar lines to me.

All right, then. Alternative lines. Yes, I'd prefer that.

I mean, I'm aware of your... well, I suppose your "tour De force".

Our what? The way you're able to communicate.

Some method of thought transference, is it?

Something like that, yes. Very clever.

And you obviously have a leaning towards clairvoyance also.

Must have taken years of practice.

Now, my approach to the supernatural is a much more...

Mr Tully. Yes?

Do you have any more tapes for this machine?

I have some, yes.

Recordings you've made here during the past two months?

Yes.

But I'm not giving them to you.

You referred to my equipment as junk.

It's still junk, give them to me.

Oh, no, no. This happens to be part of a record of my research.

Now, I've answered a great deal of questions from you,

but you haven't answered one of mine.

So as fellow investigators,

a part of my research information in exchange for part of yours.

Tell him.

This much.

This force, what does it look like? We don't know yet.

And yet you say that it's dangerous, it's evil?

Yes.

Then it can hardly be the ghost of that poor soldier.

The man who killed him, perhaps. No, this force is not human.

But you said... It simply draws its power

from emotional responses of the humankind.

You mean the human soul?

No, I do not mean the human soul. I mean responses.

Like what?

Like hatred, anger, resentment.

You're trying to tell me that this force thrives upon feelings?

Upon some of the worst human feelings?

Yes. Of living people?

No. Preferably the dead.

So, where does this force come from? We don't know that either.

Well, you seem to know enough. Yes.

How can this force use the persona of the dead?

Because the persona lives on. Where?

In the atmosphere. It only has to be activated.

All right, so where do you... No more questions, please.

What? The exchange is over.

It is not. I let your friend have four tape recordings.

All I've had so far in return is a few hints about how dead people...

Door creaks and bangs

mr Tully!

Ah, just the man I wanted to... The first tape on this machine.

Yes? Had it ever been used before?

No. It's a blank tape. A new one.

Did you check it before you used it? Of course, I always do.

And? Well, I just said, it was blank.

The first and only recording made with this tape

was out there earlier this evening? Yes.

Have you played it back since? I haven't had much chance, have I?

What is it, steel? Listen.

'In the name of god...

'Please tell me who you are.

'I know you're here.

'I'm a friend.

'And I want to help you.' Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

Listen.

'So will you let me help you?

'Please?

'You can trust in me.'

wings flapping a pigeon.

Clattering

that's you moving your machine? Yes.

You don't switch it off when you move it?

No.

He sighs

echoing, laboured breathing

Man: 'What are they doing?'

second man: 'Radio.

'Radio messages.

'Making...

'Making a distress call.'

'Jamie's passed out.

'The air.

'Not enough air.' 'Then don't waste it talking.'

'how...

'How deep are we?

'At the bottom?

'Hey?

'No pumps working, and we're at the bottom.

'Hey?

'Tank's full and we are at the bottom.

'Right at the bottom.' 'Don't... don't talk.

'Save... save the air.'

'you've blown it out during an important psychical investigation.

'And that could be dangerous.'

and that was picked up...? On the footbridge stairs.

But I heard nothing at the time. No?

Have you ever heard anything like it before?

No. Nothing like that?

No.

Only the sounds of the soldier.

It sounded like death again, someone's death.

Yes. But where were they?

In a submarine.

And yet... What?

Well... our young soldier was obviously from the first world war,

and that seems, sort of... Sort of later.

Why later?

Well, I don't think they had electric pumps for ballast tanks

in the first world war. I mean, I couldn't swear to that, but...

I was at the top of the stairs on the footbridge,

Tully was at the foot here... Working my way up.

..Working his way up.

Try the stairs.

Nothing. What about the top?

Yes. There's something.

Somewhere. It's not very strong, but it's somewhere here.

What are you sensing? Resentment?

No. Hatred?

Neither of those, it's more like...

Fear. And hopelessness.

What's the temperature?

Cold.

That's odd, I've never recorded a temperature drop there,

always the opposite.

Yes, it's quite cold.

Give me details.

It's just cold.

It's a strange sort of cold, like...

Like at the bottom of the sea?

No, the other extreme.

What?

It's like high in the air!

The air is thin, it's a high altitude.

But it's still dark? No, the sun is shining!

It's very bright. It's almost dazzling!

It's gone.

Whatever it was, it's gone, steel.

Maybe it's all designed to confuse us.

It's all a bit of a mixture, isn't it?

The bottom of the sea, high in the air.

Things out of order, out of time.

And the voices?

It has to be the soldier.

The main instrument is the soldier, only him.

Yes. We've seen him.

We know this place is important to him.

But his resentment started here.

Is that what you're thinking, or what you are hoping?

Hoping.

I'd rather not have to think the obvious.

That this could be a recruiting ground for the dead.

Yes.

I'm gonna check the other three tapes.

Melodic whistling returns

Whistling continues

Whistling continues

Plane engine roars

rattling, explosions

plane engine accelerates

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