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Melodic whistling

Rumbling, explosions

roaring plane engine

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.

Tully: What's wrong?

Will you please tell me what's wrong?

Will you please tell me what's wrong?

It's steel.

Look! Ignore them.

I said ignore them, mr Tully. Stay with me.

Yes, but the flowers are... Melodic whistling

we must ignore that too, for now.

Steel? Whistling continues

it seems to be everywhere.

Yes, I know. Steel!

All I want is a chance to try and talk to you.

The soldier.

Mr Tully, I am sure you will get your chance, but not just now.

Telepathically: 'Steel.

'Tell me, steel. Try to tell me what's happened.'

What are you doing?

Echoing: There's nothing there.

Listen. I heard that.

Like being in a room under the ground.

Or under the sea. Yes.

Without echo: Under the sea.

Back to normal.

I'll go in there first, please.

You just keep behind me, right?

Is he asleep?

Or what? Is he ill?

Mr Tully? Yes, can I help?

Would you check the other rooms on this floor, please?

Check them? Make sure there's nothing strange in them.

Leave it to me.

If you get worried... I'll shout.

Fine.

'Steel!'

Take it back, sapphire. Take time back.

But hurry. Yes, steel.

It's all all right out there.

Please stay there, he's unconscious. Unconscious? Well, let's...

Mr Tully, I know him. I know what to do. Just stay there.

All right. 'Quickly, sapphire. Take time back.'

'with Tully here?' 'You'll have to.

'You must get me back, quickly.'

'take my hand, then.

'Keep me here.'

I'll go in there first, please.

You just keep behind me, right?

Quickly.

Quickly!

Quickly! Or I'm as dead as he is.

Please tell me what's wrong.

Wind whistling

Muffled: I'll go in there first, please.

You just keep behind me, right?

Yes?

Oh, er, we've been looking for you. Why?

Because, er...

Yes, why?

Wasn't I supposed to be checking out the other rooms

on this floor or something? Yes.

Making sure there's nothing strange in them?

That's right. Yes, leave it to me.

Remember?

I'm not sure.

Remember now? Plane engine roars

yes.

He cries out

it was a death. Someone's death.

Yes, it was your turn to experience it.

Who was sitting in that chair? The soldier?

No, it was someone else. Another arrival. A new recruit.

What did he look like?

He was young. He was wearing flying clothes.

What time period? The second world war.

But there were no connections with this place.

None at all? Not during his life,

none that I could sense.

And how close did I come to joining him... in his last flight?

Almost as near as the real thing. Yes?

Yeah, well, I've had enough of ghosts waging war on us.

It's time we fought back.

It's all all right out there. Lights.

Hmm?

Lights are for the living. What?

The darkness is for the dead, right? Well, er...

I think it's about time we got some of these working.

You'll be lucky. I should think so, yes.

These lights have been out of action for donkeys' years.

So?

So how do you expect to get them to work?

Light it?

Yes.

Well, how on earth do you expect me to light that?

With a match.

Come on, up you get.

Will you get up and light it?

But they're obsolete.

Well, you should know about obsolescence, mr Tully.

I beg your pardon? Just light it.

But what about all the other lamps? They're waiting to be lit.

"They're waiting to be lit."

Roar of a flame taking

beautiful.

One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five. It's not happening now.

When it was, did you sense anything? Not really.

No response? It didn't last for very long.

Did you sense anything that was once human?

There wasn't enough time.

One, two, three, four...

So there was only really a change in the quality of the sound.

Yes.

And you think it came from the submarine.

From a compartment in that submarine, yes.

Tully, on tape: 'I want to help you.'

Mechanical thrumming that?

Not as much, not nearly as much.

Clang what about that?

No, I didn't hear that.

You didn't hear that, and you didn't hear

the sound of the electric generator. No.

'The air, not enough air.'

there are three of them... 'Don't waste it talking.'

..and one's unconscious.

'How... how deep?' Young voices.

'The bottom?'

voices of young sailors.

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

I think... 'Hey?'

I think that what Tully and I experienced was later than that.

When the electrical supply to the submarine had failed.

The men were already dead.

Well, there was no air left for them to breathe.

They were all young - the soldier, the pilot,

the men from the submarine. Seems like it, yes.

But young men die in war, it's accepted.

So they can't be using that.

Maybe they were working... But they're still here.

It's supplying them with power.

It's allowing them to use after-images of their own deaths

to fight us.

Therefore, each one has his own death,

his own individual resentment.

Maybe they're working as a group.

Collective grievances? With the soldier acting as headman.

A spokesman? Yes.

Yeah, maybe.

A spokesman usually wants to negotiate.

And he hasn't asked for anything from us.

Not yet.

Just before I took that crash dive,

he was keeping things cheerful by whistling that little tune of his.

And there was another thing written on the window.

11. Yes.

Echoing: The great war ended with suspension of hostilities.

The fighting stopped at the 11th hour of the 11th day

of the 11th month.

There were four 11s. I know.

So do ghosts make mistakes with their arithmetic?

What?

Or has this particular ghost made another kind of mistake?

Wouldn't you say he feels a bit too sorry for himself?

Why?

Showing you the kind of women that sent him to war,

haunting the place that gave him the send-off.

Writing up the date of a cease-fire he never lived to see.

Yeah, he's a ghost with feelings.

It's almost as... As if he's asking for sympathy.

I think whatever it is made a bad choice in him.

Don't be too sure.

A ghost with feelings.

I'm gonna bring those feelings out. What?

You stay there, watch from the window. Watch the platform.

I'm gonna bring him out.

I'm gonna make things really irritating for him.

After all he's been through, he needs cheering up.

Right? Wrong.

Just watch the platform. Let me know when you see him.

Knocking and tapping

what do you mean, sing? I want you to sing.

I want to cheer this place up a bit.

I wonder if you mind telling me why...

The soldier. Yes?

We're going to bring him to us. How?

By singing his song for him, that's how.

But we're not going to do it the way he does it.

We're gonna liven things up a bit.

Do you know the words? Words?

Yes, to the tune he's always whistling.

Yes. Sing them.

Come on, mr Tully. Let's hear them.

He whistles

♪ pack up your t... ♪ that's fine.

Mr Tully? Yes?

I can't do it without you. Please.

Let's make them sound happy, come on.

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

great, louder, louder! ♪ And smile, smile, smile

♪ while you've a Lucifer to light your fag

♪ smile, boys, that's the style

♪ what's the use of worrying?

♪ It never was worthwhile

♪ so pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile, smile, smile. ♪

Again. Come on, you want to see your ghost again?

Yes. You want to make contact with him?

Of course. Well, let's waken the dead, shall we?

Both: ♪ pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile, smile, smile

♪ while you've a Lucifer to light your fag

♪ smile, boys, that's the style

♪ what's the use of worrying?

♪ It never was worthwhile

♪ so pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile, smile, smile

♪ pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile, smile, smile

♪ while you've a Lucifer to light your fag

♪ smile, boys, that's the style

♪ what's the use of worrying?

♪ It never was worthwhile

♪ so pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile, smile, smile

♪ pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile... ♪

♪ when you've a Lucifer to light your fag

♪ smile, boys, that's the style... ♪

Singing continues in the distance

She gasps

♪ smile, boys, that's the style... ♪

Laboured breathing

♪ pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

♪ and smile, smile, smile

♪ pack up your... ♪ that's enough!

Mr Tully! No more!

Come on. No, no!

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to do it.

Really, I didn't.

I'm sorry.

Please bring back the flowers again, will you?

Let's see the flowers again. Whooshing

pop

a flare. What?

Explosion, gunfire

It's Tully.

Tully! Mr Tully?

Clunk

He coughs and splutters

Jazz music plays

laughter and chatter

busy chatter

thump

Male voice: Excuse me, sir.

'Sapphire?'

Tully?

Mr Tully?

Fizzing

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