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Look here!
Look what's here.

Hey, boys!
Come and see what's here.

Come on, quick! Look!
All of you.

MAN 1: It's a skull, all right.
MAN 2: It's all bashed in.

You all reckon he's been murdered,
or something?

No, it's all,
you know, fossilised.

Like stone.

It must have come up
with my last lot.

Must have been down there
a long time.

- Maybe hundreds of years.
- Hundreds?

What are we going to do with it?

- Here's the gaffer.
- What's going on here?

- What's this stoppage?
- He's found a skull.

Careful.
It's real old, innit?

Looks it.

Reckon we ought to report it?
You know, to a museum or something.

That's right.
Like them Roman remains.

I don't know. There'll be trouble
if the work's held up.

This could mean something good
for all of us.

- That's right.
- Let's get on with it.

All right. Jack, you stay here
and see that nobody messes it about.

- What do you make of it?
- I don't know.

I don't like this place.
I haven't done from the start.

(LAUGHING)
Ah, here's another bit.

Odd idea, this.
Calling a press conference.

- What's odd about it?
- I run from one to another.

- I take it you're the popular press.
- Evening Gazette.

- Who do you represent?
- The Palaeontologist.

- How...
- Erm...

You've not heard of it.

It's a foremost scientific journal.

The man you're going to interview
is a palaeontologist.

Oh, this Roney.
He's Canadian, isn't he?

- Possibly.
- He used to be on TV a lot.

You know, on that programme.

He's a foremost figure in his field.

Gentlemen, will you be seated, please?

May I introduce Dr Matthew Roney.

Thank you.

Gentleman, and ladies too,

I am relieved to see you.

The idea of calling
this press conference

hasn't entirely met
with official approval, has it?

- Oh, really, Dr Roney...
- But to be blunt about it,

I am counting on your help,

and through you,
that of the public.

Now, as you may know,
I am in charge

of the archaeological work
at Hobbs Lane in Knightsbridge.

We've been there now a week,
and I am worried.

We need time to do our work properly,

and I'm afraid
we're not going to get it.

The owners of the site
want to get on with their building,

now, that's natural enough,
and they're pressing us to get out.

- Erm, that was confidential.
- Oh.

All right, please keep it
off the record, gentlemen,

that they're trying
to kick us out.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

But if they do...

They may wreck one of the
most remarkable finds ever made.

Now, I've made statements
that these fossils are important.

Now, I'll go further than that.

I believe they are
of unparalleled importance.

They may teach us more about our
remote ancestors than we've ever known.

I believe they're of vast age.

I believe they will show that creatures,
essentially resembling mankind,

walked upon this earth between
three and five million years ago.

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Dr Roney, isn't that far further back
than has been supposed?

Several times as far, yes.

Up to now, the figure's been put
at about half a million years.

- Can you prove it, sir?
- No.

Not until I've got every scrap
of evidence out of that excavation

and made full tests.

I'm giving you my personal conviction
based on what I've found so far.

MAN: What have you found?

Parts of two skulls.
Fragments of upper and lower limbs.

Can you tell us what these creatures
would have looked like?

- No, not at this stage...
- Yes.

I think I can.

It's just another guess, of course.
Miss Judd...

Over here.

Gentlemen, this is my chief assistant,
Barbara Judd.

She's attempted a reconstruction.

Now, these raw fragments that you see
are what we've found so far,

that is,
if they were filled out with flesh.

He wasn't very tall.

He had the face of an ape,
but he had a big brain.

And he stood like a man.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I must say, Roney,
I'm glad I'm not in your shoes.

You know, a lot of people
may think it's a trifle improper

to publicise wild guesses.

Particularly if they turn out to be
bad guesses.

- Your brandy, sir.
- Thank you, thank you. Water?

Poor old Roney.

The press boys certainly
gave you the treatment, didn't they?

I know what they're like
when they get started.

Oh, they didn't.

- I said it all on free will.
- What possessed you?

I want the man on the street
on my side.

Look,
if I can't catch his imagination

there will be a block of offices slapped
on that site, bones and all.

Your health, Armitage.

You know, erm...

You're really the reason
I came to the club today.

Oh, so I'm being bearded, eh?

That's it. Your, erm, excellent journals
haven't shown much interest so far.

Well, weekly magazines work
a good way ahead, you know.

Yeah, I know, but that's exactly when
I may need your support most,

about a month from now.

Look, I'll give your photographers
special facilities...

- Another large brandy.
- No, no, really...

- Anything at all...
- Really, I must go now.

I really have to go.

I never interfere
with my editors, but, erm...

Well, I'll get them to ring you.

- Bye, now.
- Bye.

Good luck.

- Here we are, sir.
- No, I don't...

Yes I do.

- Quatermass!
- Roney, how are you?

Fit enough.
Tired, eh?

Harassed by publicity?

- Harassed by not getting enough.
- (CHUCKLES)

You know, till about a week ago
I was, erm,

a retiring sort of creature.
Now I behave like a press agent.

Ah, well, sometimes you have to do it.

- Get public support.
- I have to now.

Ah...

I've said far too much,
too soon.

If I'm wrong...

Well, if you're wrong
it won't matter, will it?

(CHUCKLES) No.

I'll just retire,

they'll stick me right alongside
the Piltdown forgery

as a horrid warning.

Well, Quatermass, it's been years now.
What are you doing?

Still buried out
at your rocket research place?

Mmm...
Shall we lunch?

I doubt if I've got time.

Arthur, could we have
a few sandwiches please?

- Something plain.
- Yes, Professor.

I'd almost forgotten
you were a member here.

Oh, I...
I'm just up for a conference.

- At the War Office.
- The War Office?

- Mmm-hmm.
- I thought you were strictly,

well, a civilian outfit.

Erm, we were...

Good heavens.
They've taken you over.

Well, if I say so, I'll be infringing
the Official Secrets Act.

But it seems we have to
move with the times.

(CHUCKLES)
I'm sorry, Quatermass.

- There you are, sir.
- Thank you, Arthur.

Oh, cheese...
Have one?

Tell me, how much time do you need
with this excavation of yours?

Depends what we find.
You can't rush these things.

You know, some of those fossil fragments
are so fragile...

Come and see for yourself,
I'd like you to.

- I wish I could.
- When your conference finishes.

Oh, then? I doubt if I should be
very good company then.

- I'll give you a lift in my taxi.
- Professor Quatermass...

Oh, I'd better sign that.

Do you know, Roney,

for all your troubles, you've got
one thing to be thankful for.

There's no military value
in fossil apes.

Now, you're going to watch
the digging party at work.

What do you think about this business?
The missing link.

Missing link?
Oh, I dunno.

It's all right if they want it.

- And what do you think?
- I like it.

You like it?
The missing link?

- Yeah.
- (SIGHS)

And you, madam?

Do you think it's right that the
building work should be held up

on this site?

Until they get them monkey's bones up,
yes, I do.

- They ought to be let, you know.
- REPORTER: Thank you.

And you, sir,
what is your opinion?

Well...

Ah, now I think I've just
caught sight of someone

whose opinion really
is worth something,

Dr Matthew Roney,
who's the scientist in charge here.

Dr Roney,
would you grant me an interview?

Just a moment, please.
Thanks for the lift.

Looks like I asked for it.

Now, what are the latest developments?

Well, it seems we're on the brink
of a very startling discovery here...

Whitehall, War Office.

- Humphrey.
- Hello.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Well, Professor Quatermass.

We enter the last round,
isn't that what you were going to say?

Oh, nothing so pugnacious as that.

Just that it will soon be over
and you can enjoy a rest.

We all can.

Will you take your seats, gentlemen?
The Minister won't be a moment.

Final session.
I'm sure you all feel as I do.

It won't take us long
to agree our conclusions.

I have asked Harrison
to prepare a rough draft.

But surely, sir,
we've come to no agreement so far.

But I should have thought we had,
a very substantial measure.

About the Rocket Group,
its finances,

- administration...
- But not policy.

We're not here to formulate policy,
that's for a higher level, as you know.

We must express our views.
We are men,

not mechanical computers.

Professor Quatermass,
isn't your concern unduly personal?

I think we all realise how much is owed
to your formative influence.

I brought the Rocket Group into being.

But it is, after all,
a government project.

It always has been.

It was intended for peaceful
scientific research,

not to be perverted to fulfil
such a monstrous conception as this...

This "Dead Man's Deterrent."

I thought I'd made it clear
from the outset.

The decision has been taken.

We are here merely to
find the means of carrying it out.

I must say, sir, that I am inclined
to agree with Quatermass.

The commission that founded
the Rocket Group...

This is a change of policy.

Since some confusion
seems to be arising,

I'll ask Colonel Breen to re-state it.

- I didn't mean that...
- For information only.

Briefly, please, and finally.

The setting up of permanent bases
on the Moon, and possibly Mars also,

is a certainty within
five to seven years.

Those bases will be military ones.

The present state of world politics
leaves no doubt about that.

- So there's a race on.
- As usual, there is a race on.

Whoever plants those bases
can police the Earth.

Ballistic missiles will be stored there.
Slave missiles,

designed to react automatically
to, erm...

Well, to activity on Earth.

Even if an aggressor nation
should totally wipe out a neighbour

in a nuclear attack,
they would themselves be obliterated

by missiles from space.

That is the concept
of the "Dead Man's Deterrent."

You really believe that missiles
could be so accurate?

- They could locate the Earth.
- And destroy everything on it.

We should not have been
the aggressors...

Oh, no, no,

but you'd send the whole of humanity
up in smoke to avenge ourselves.

I take it that greater accuracy
in these missiles

- would be a constant object.
- Of course, sir. Yes.

The absolutely ultimate weapon.

A sword of Damocles
would hang over the head

of any aggressor ready to fall.

We might call it Operation Damocles.

- Yes, yes. Good idea.
- QUATERMASS: Stop this!

Ultimate weapon!

Can you really pretend
to believe in such a thing?

There never has been one
and there never will be.

All this means is that,
from the very start,

we'll be going into space
with one thought.

War.

We...

We are on the verge
of a new dimension of discovery.

It's the great chance

to leave our vices behind us,
war first of all,

not to go out there dragging
our hatreds and our frontiers with us.

Gentlemen, we...

We must not lightly
agree to this plan.

We have a right to express our opinions,

to advise against it.

I implore you!

I am a little surprised...

Is that all?

And disturbed to hear such naive views
still put forward...

Naive?

They compel me to ask,

have you a conscientious objection

to remaining as the head
of Rocket Group?

You want me to resign?

Well, I shan't.

I shall stay there in control
as long as I can,

and use what influence
I can bring to bear...

Thank you. Of course,
I shall be glad of your cooperation

until such time as...
(CLEARS THROAT)

Meanwhile, a new Deputy Controller
under you will be joining Rocket Group.

- Colonel Breen.
- Breen?

- You knew.
- I told him this morning.

He's being seconded
from army duties.

I see.

I think you'll agree on his fitness
for the post.

Unrivalled experience
with military rockets,

ballistic missiles...

Any comment?

For the present.
None.

Now, let's consider this draft.

MAN: (ON RADIO) In Vienna,
the conference on nuclear disarmament

remains deadlocked by failure
to agree an agenda.

Terrorist activity in Nigeria
has been responsible for 87 more deaths

during the past month.

Police report that Birmingham
was peaceful last night

after almost a week
of racial disturbances.

More fossil bones were found
today at Knightsbridge.

Dr Matthew Roney has confirmed
that they, too,

belonged to the species
he has described as

"the earliest known true hominid."

That is the end of this newsflash.

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That's drying nicely.

It is a shoulder blade.

- It looks better than the others.
- It's bigger, anyway.

Got it?

You know,
I think there were four bodies.

- Four?
- At least.

You carry on, Barbara.
Look out for scattered vertebrae.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Miss Dobson,
are you all right?

It's just my head.

Oh, it's so close down here...

Clammy, rather.

Don't you notice it?

(GROANS)

Perhaps you ought to call it a day.

Oh...
Nonsense.

Just a touch of migraine.

- It's gone now.
- (CAR HORN HONKING)

Oh, look at them all gaping up there.

I'm making an exhibition of myself.

Miss Judd.
Miss Judd, I think I've got something!

Possibly right scapula...

Part of clavicle may also be present.
Go carefully.

- Get that to the museum right away.
- Yes, sir.

Another find.

Dr Roney...

- Anything good?
- BARBARA: No, erm...

Come and see.

Dr Roney,
I'm afraid it's only a pipe.

RONEY: A pipe?
MISS DOBSON: Yes.

Water, I think.
Might be a trunk sewer.

What a good thing
I wasn't using a pick-axe! (CHUCKLES)

- They'd have had a good laugh.
- Oh, dear, dear...

Now they think we've found something.

Smooth...
That trowel, please.

Very smooth...

It curves downwards.

You know,
I don't think it is a pipe.

Then what would you suggest?

- An unexploded bomb.
- What?

Oh, goodness!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Yes, it does look like one.

Why'd you say that?

Look, we can't afford
to lose any time...

It ought to be reported,
Dr Roney.

Oh, very well...

Barbara get in touch with...
Who would it be? The police?

I think so.

We could go on working
on the other side.

Hello, is that the police?

I want to report what may be
an unexploded bomb.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

- Captain Potter, Inspector.
- Ah, yes, Captain.

- We've been expecting you.
- Well, where is this thing?

It's just down here,
if you'll follow me I'll show you.

Unload that gear, Sergeant, will you?

SERGEANT: Very good, sir.

Is somebody still living in that house?

I don't know, sir.

Carry on.
I'll see to it.

Right, hold it a minute.

What type do you think it is, sir?

Well, it could be a Satan...

- It could be, sir, except that...
- Except what?

Well,
I've never seen a Satan with bumps.

There's no ticking.

An odd thing, that.
The mic didn't stick.

It can't be steel.

What do you think it is then,
sir?

I don't know. If it fell during the war,
this surface ought to be corroded.

- Yes.
- Well, there's no corrosion.

All the Jerry stuff I've seen
was pretty well.

I don't think it's any kind of metal.

Captain Potter,

can you tell me yet how long
is this going to take?

Look, sir, I advised you to leave.

- I'm in charge here.
- Not now.

Carry on with the spraying,
Sergeant.

Very good, sir. Right-o, boys. Carry on.

Do you understand
the importance of my work?

- I've read the papers.
- I'm under pressure

to complete it quickly.
Too quickly.

Now this comes along
and wrecks all my arrangements.

Well, if it blows up,
it'll wreck more than your arrangements.

- You really think it might?
- Well, our job's to prevent it.

Frankly, that might take days.
It's a big one.

How long have we got to go on for,
Sarge?

Till I tell you to stop.

Till he says stop.

Hey, Westie, how much do you know
about Jerry planes?

They're all Yanks!

In the war.
When they were still making their own.

Wasn't any could have carried
a thing this big, I'll bet you.

It's bigger than a ten-tonner, sir.

Well, it's not a buzz bomb...

Dr Roney,

in your digging,
did you find any sign of a hole

this might have made
when it came down?

No. Most of the work was done by grabs.

You could ask the building contractor.

- Five minutes break, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

Five minutes break, boys!

- You're going to call them now?
- That's my business, sir.

But, Captain Potter,

forgive me for putting it this way,
but you're a young man now,

you couldn't have
had the wartime experience...

I shall call in a second opinion.

Well,
if you don't know what the thing is...

I'm finding out.

It's deliberate.

I've annoyed him,
and now he's going to work to rule.

- I'm sure that's not...
- Look at them.

They're making tea.

Probably turn that hut
into the Officers' Mess.

Barbara, you stay here
as long as they let you

and keep an eye on things.

- Yes, but where are you going?
- To get a second opinion.

Well, I think that concludes
our business for the present, gentlemen.

Thank you all for your help.

You will receive draft reports
in the course of the next few days.

Well, Breen,
congratulations on the appointment.

Thank you, General.

About time.

So, we're colleagues.

I'm sure we shall get on
very well together.

When do you start?

As of now, I understand.

No, I haven't got an appointment.
I must get in.

It's a meeting of the military, sir.
No further, if you please.

Professor Quatermass,
there's a gentleman here to see you.

He insisted.

- Roney.
- Trying to stop me.

I've had enough of these
petty little bureaucrats.

Quatermass,
I had to catch you before you left.

Oh, what's happened?

A bomb, an unexploded bomb
turned up at the site.

There's a squad of soldiers there
messing around.

- What can I do?
- You can hurry them up.

- (SCOFFS)
- Well, you know these people.

- Look where we are.
- My dear Roney.

If I had any influence
with the army, I'd...

Wait a second. Ah, Breen?

Breen, this is Dr Matthew Roney.
You'll have heard of him.

- The prehistoric finds at Knightsbridge.
- Oh, yes.

- Colonel Breen.
- How are you?

Roney's having a little difficulty
with the bomb-disposal squad.

- Could you help?
- You mean interfere?

- They need expert advice.
- Who says so?

Oh, it's a fact.

My dear fellow,
I've had no official request.

It would be highly irregular.

Well,
suppose you had a request from me.

- From you?
- Oh, yes. A friendly one.

After all,
we are colleagues now.

I'll come with you.
I can't promise any more than that.

Good man. I'm sure we'll get on
very well together.

I'm sorry, Mrs Chilcot,
you can't come back in here.

- Not till they've finished.
- Just to get some more clothes.

The place we're in,
he feels the cold.

- Won't take a moment.
- I dunno...

Well, there's nothing going on
down there at the moment.

All right, then.
Quick as you can.

Having to beg to get in my own home.

Builders been trying to
get rid of them for months.

- Took a bomb to do it.
- Hey, look!

- You know me, Officer.
- Who are the others?

We're here to have a look
at that bomb.

Charlie, the old codgers.
Get them out.

No matter what they're doing.
Stir them out!

- Still at it?
- Yes.

Had any luck?

This is my Chief Assistant,
Miss Judd.

- Professor Quatermass.
- How do you do?

(INAUDIBLE)

I'm in charge here, sir.
Can I help you?

That's rather the question
I was going to ask.

This is Colonel Breen
of the Guided Missile Group.

Professor Quatermass.

- What have you got there?
- I don't know yet, sir.

- Have you informed your superiors?
- No. Not yet, sir.

Mind if we take a look?

SERGEANT: Kill the jet.
Break for five minutes.

A bomb?

There's no sign of
an ingress cavity, sir.

I checked with the firm who did
the excavating here.

Yes, but the hole could have collapsed.
Closed up.

Hmm...

The famous excavation.

Yes.

We're probably standing on
priceless fossils at this moment.

Mmm-hmm.

About here they dug out
the first skull.

Hmm.
A trifle muddy.

Blast!

Thanks.

Something he said.
Roney?

Roney,
where did you say the skull was found?

Where exactly?

Well, in the earth that's been dug away,
two or three feet above this level.

- That's right, isn't it?
- BARBARA: Yes.

It was here.

You said "above"?

Why?
What's wrong?

Well...

If it was above this thing...

Roney, tell me again.

How long did you estimate
that skull had been there?

Something like five million years.

Five million years?

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