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NARRATOR: In the pit at Knightsbridge,
three dead creatures, like huge insects,

are removed from
the sealed compartment of the hull

and are treated
with preservative fluids

against corruption that has been
delayed for five million years.

They are transferred to the museum

where Dr Roney
and Professor Bernard Quatermass

guess their place of origin
as ancient Mars.

Later, called to the War Office
to account for his activities,

Quatermass has to make another guess,

that they have stumbled on
one single instance

of a vast Martian colonisation
of the Earth

back in the Pliocene Age,
using Earthly apes

changed by biological techniques.

And we are the descendants
of those apes.

At Hobbs Lane,

the bomb-disposal squad
quits the excavation,

leaving the drill operator, Sladden,
to pack up the last of his gear.

The whole place was shaking
and things were flying about.

Earth and stones and metal!

- Yes, that's when you got hurt.
- It was in there.

I heard it when I was coming down.

Sounds and screams and...

And then he came running!

He ran past us up there.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Here, Sergeant.

You saw that it was Sladden?

- Yes, I suppose it was him, but...
- But what?

Well, it was the way he moved, sir.

Look after Miss Judd.

No!

I knew something
was going to happen.

What are you driving at?

Just before we packed up here,

it got deadly cold.

- It still is!
- It's the time of the year.

- Why doesn't he hurry up?
- All right, he heard you!

All the lamps are smashed
and the cables torn.

(WHISTLES) Do you know
the breaking strength of that stuff?

- Yes, sir.
- Where's Quatermass?

He was called
to some sort of a conference.

Could you find him?

I'll try, but first I'll get
what I came for...

Those notes in the hut.

Stick with her. Take her wherever
she wants to go. Use the Land Rover.

And you, sir?

I'm going to look out for...
For Sladden.

Roney! Roney!

He wouldn't listen.

- Who?
- The Minister, of course.

Behind that smooth front,
he's scared stiff.

Scared of the press,
scared of being blamed for something,

scared of his colleagues.

- All he wants are easy answers.
- Easy answers?

About these?

- Well, did you try to explain?
- Yes, of course I did.

Every word rang hollow.

Martians,

biological experiments on apes
in the Pliocene Age...

(SCOFFS)

"You realise what you're implying?"
he said.

"That we owe our human condition
to the intervention of insects."

Outraged!
His dignity affronted!

At that moment, I knew
the sort of thing that Darwin faced.

- Some coffee?
- No.

- So, he wasn't satisfied?
- On the contrary, he was!

With Colonel Breen's theory.

You may not
have realised it, Roney,

but that hull we dug up
was a German propaganda weapon

launched in 1944
and those are fakes!

If you look closely, you'll find
a little swastika on it somewhere!

He swallowed that?

It appealed to his common sense.

So, Breen's busy
on an official statement.

Meanwhile, all precautions
are cancelled, the barrier's down.

Well, I suppose
there's no actual harm in that.

- Barbara!
- Professor!

Thank heavens you're here!

- You went to the excavation?
- Yes.

When I got there...

A drop of...
No, not coffee.

What's the matter with your head?

- Something hit me.
- Here, try some of this.

Thanks.

The entire place seemed to come alive.

Planks, cables,
the earth itself being flung about.

And there were sounds.
Such sounds.

Then out of the hull I saw this...

It was the drill operator,

they said it was and it must have been,
but it looked like...

Running and running!

What happened to him?
Where is he now?

Captain Potter went to look for him.

- This outbreak, it quietened down?
- Uh?

- After he'd gone, yes.
- This ought to make 'em think again.

I wonder...

- Who's in charge there now?
- (TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello? Hello.
Have you found him? Where?

QUATERMASS: Is that Potter?

A church?

I see.

Yes, all right.
In about ten minutes.

I'll go there right away.
I take it Potter's waiting.

- Yes, let's go.
- You?

I want to see Sladden.

See what he looks like now.

- I must!
- But look, you can't!

Roney, you wait here in case
anyone else tries to get in touch.

Hello, miss.

Sladden.

Hello, Professor.

- My name is Quatermass.
- Mine's Gilpin.

I understand that you are
this man's employer.

Well, I was today.

Do you know what caused
this condition of his?

We were having
a choir practice here tonight

and I happened to go out
for a breath of fresh air and I saw him.

He was lying on the path.

He was in evident terror.

It occurred to me
that he looked as if...

As if what?

As if he was seeking sanctuary.

So I called Mr Edwards, our choirmaster,
and together we brought him in here.

He was quite exhausted,
but agitated in a dreadful way.

- Did you send for a doctor?
- No.

When I saw those...
And heard those sounds...

I asked Mr Edwards to go
to dismiss the choir.

I knew I had to stay with this man.

I was sure that he'd been
in contact with spiritual evil.

But you were able to quieten him?

I think I helped him.

And then, after a time,
this officer came.

- I'll have to question him.
- Must you?

Yes, he was alone when it happened,
whatever it was.

- Perhaps tomorrow?
- No, there may be danger in waiting.

Danger to others.

More cocoa, Sladden?

Sladden...

Can you remember what happened
in the excavation tonight?

Do you remember being there?

You stayed behind
to dismantle some equipment.

Did you see her there,
that girl?

She was hurt by something that moved.

Did you see things
flying about through the air?

(GASPS)
I ran and ran... To get away!

They were coming!

What were? Stones?
Pieces of metal?

They! They!

- Sladden, what?
- No more!

I remember.

It started and then...
Then I couldn't see anything but them!

Like you took out of the hull.

With the eyes and the horns!

- He saw the creatures.
- They were alive!

Alive?

Hopping and running.

Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds.

They knew.
I was one!

QUATERMASS: They ran?

- Jumping, leaping...
- Leave him alone!

Where?

In and out of them big places.

In and out of them...
Huge...

Right up into the sky.

The sky?
What colour is it? Blue?

No. Dark.
Dark. Purple.

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS)

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS CONTINUE)

It was like that down there.

But far louder.

- What fell?
- These.

I saw them jump out.

- It was cold there like this?
- Yes.

You should have left him alone.
He's not free of it yet!

- Perhaps it was always in him.
- What do you mean?

Perhaps it's a faculty
that's dormant in all of us.

An inheritance, if you like.

Yes, I'd have expected that from you.
You're a scientist.

Are you going to try to
explain this away in fashionable terms,

call it suggestion, hysteria?

On the contrary,
I agree with you.

You agree?

What has been uncovered is evil.

It's as anciently diabolic
as anything ever recorded.

I'm afraid I...
I don't understand.

I believe that what he has just told us

was a vision of life on Mars
five million years ago.

- I'll have to take this further.
- No.

All right, not now.

Sladden,
I want to make an experiment.

Soon I want you to come
to the excavation with me

and show me exactly what you did tonight
and the order in which you did it.

What purpose would it serve?

I'll have apparatus there
to record anything that may happen.

Even though it means
putting this man in peril?

Sladden, will you?

Hey, guv, it's a queer do, isn't it?

But you're right.
It is me. I can feel it.

- When?
- Tomorrow.

I'll be careful.
I promise you.

- Would you come?
- Yes, of course, if you want me.

- But I must advise you...
- Okay, Prof.

Where does this door lead?

VICAR: To the church. Why?

There's somebody in there.

Fullalove, what brought you here?

What brought you?

To assist in identifying the machine,

the West German Federal Government

has agreed to make
new searches.

Colonel Breen,
the news agencies are asking again,

will there be
any further statement tonight?

No, there will not.
Until tomorrow.

Meanwhile,
they have that short denial,

which seems to have turned the trick,
by the way.

First editions supplied by courtesy.

"Space Machine War Hoax."

"German Fakes"

- (DISTANT SHOUTING)
- What the devil?

I'm sorry, sir.
I have something to tell you.

I wonder what
Captain Potter's chances are

- of getting them to retract?
- Zero.

You're probably right.

Once they've put out an official denial.
Did you read it?

- No.
- Fat and bald as the Minister himself.

That's what set me on the trail again.

You realise this thing
was never properly completed.

It's still experimental.

- QUATERMASS: Can you get it working?
- Oh, goodness knows!

When did we run it last?

About six months ago,
we made some tests.

I remember...
Some tests! Hardly showed a thing!

Are these correct?

What is it?

He calls it an optic encephalograph.

Good word.
Sort of suggests all that tangle of...

- What does it do?
- Nothing.

It was designed to locate
visual impressions inside the brain.

What the eye sees or hallucination,
whichever dominates at the time.

The original aim was to use it
on primitive types,

the trance conditions
they fall into so easily.

It'll take a couple of minutes.

Barbara, clear that junk
off the table, please.

Are you going to use it
down there tomorrow?

On a subject?

That hull or missile
or whatever you call it,

have you any idea how it works?

It's not inert, it does work?

Oh, yes.
Yes, it works.

I think it's activated by vibrations.

Perhaps electricity,
any source of energy.

Then it has these effects on people?

Fullalove,
how long have you been a journalist?

Reporter, please.

Well, all right, then, a reporter.
How long?

Twelve years, come Michaelmas.

Well, you must have noticed them often,

reports of mysterious
movements of objects.

Yes. "Lead Flung Through Roof.
Boy Denies He Did It."

"Mysterious Sounds Continue."

It's the same as at Hobbs Lane.
Poltergeist story.

Telekinesis.
It's an odd faculty.

- Faculty?
- Mmm-hmm.

You may have it.
We may all.

The dormant ability
to twist our energies

into super-normal channels
outside ourselves.

Do you want to know
where it came from?

Plus another old, strange talent.

Second sight.
Clairvoyance.

That filled Sladden's brain tonight
with a vision of ancient Mars.

I've felt things in my head
when I've been near the hull.

So have I.

It may be that there are vestiges of it
remaining in all of us,

from the time when they colonised
this Earth, that's second hand.

Oh, their experiment
must have failed, collapsed,

got lost in a reversion to savagery,
but something remained.

The occasional poltergeist outbreak
that alarms a street, myths,

perhaps even witchcraft itself.

- Those signs in the hull.
- That's right.

So as far as anybody is, well,
we're the Martians now.

That just about does it.

Now we need a subject.

Well, Fullalove, you'll be able to
write about the experience.

Here, sit here.

- Is that all right?
- FULLALOVE: Is this safe?

Look at that lamp there.

Now, Quatermass!

Damn!

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS)

There, that's better.

The lamp through his eyes!

It works!
By God, it does!

Roney, you're a genius!

It's rough, rough as can be.
And that was an easy test.

Maybe if you
go over the circuits with me,

we can make something of it.

Let's do that.

- Well, Mr Gilpin?
- It all seems quiet and harmless,

but there are those occult signs.
There's no doubt about them.

May I ask
what you've got there?

I thought if perhaps it seemed wise
to attempt exorcism.

Bell, book and candle, eh?

Yes, that was tried.
In 1341.

What can you see?

The house up there.

Steady.

Now close your eyes.

RONEY: Good. Good, that's it.
I think we'll do.

Now, Sladden, the first thing you did
was cut the generator, right?

- That's right.
- When I give the signal, you do it.

Don't worry about us.
We've got our own batteries.

- Do I have to go in there?
- No.

I'm going to try to do
roughly what you did.

- If I go wrong, you shout.
- Okay, Prof.

The current from the generator
must supply the energy,

and then when it's cut,

the hull reacts.

The recording gear's all set up.

Right.

Let's begin.

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS)

Nothing.
Not a damn thing.

Roney!

Roney,
I'm not getting any impression.

Only...

Only a kind of confusion.

Roney, Roney,
it's not working through me.

I'm not the one.
It's not operating through me.

Barbara, get away from there!
Get away!

Come back!

I can see!
I can see!

- Roney, come here quickly!
- Let me do it!

All right, get this thing off me!

It's getting something now!

We can't let them do this.
They're madmen!

Don't leave me!
Don't leave me!

Hold on to me!
Hold on!

Hold...
(SCREAMS)

Quatermass!

Barbara, you're all right.
Oh, my dear!

- What she must have seen!
- I saw them, too.

What you've made
these two people endure.

You'll be answerable.

They was different this time,

doing different things
to what I seen last night.

All that killing!

What's happened to her?
What have you done?

Well, Quatermass, what have you done?

Potter told me
about some insane experiment.

Let's get out of here.

I think I've got something to show you.
Roney!

What you're about to see

is a memory.

A memory stored
for millions of years in that hull.

A machine at whose complexity
we can only guess.

And now picked up by
the susceptible brain of a young woman.

You'll have to excuse
the technical quality.

Our apparatus is less subtle
than that thing in the pit,

if you don't mind my saying so,
Roney.

- What do you claim it shows?
- The Wild Hunt.

- The what?
- The Wild Hunt.

It appears in legends the world over.

The phantom ride of witches or devils.

- Really, gentlemen!
- That is the legend.

What you're about to see is the fact.

You're going to see a race purge,

a cleansing of the hives.

Videotape ready.
Please, carry on.

(SCREAMS)

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS)

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS CONTINUE)

Most curious.

Yes,
those insect creatures...

Arthropods like those we found.

Notice that they were killing
and being killed.

I think that what we've seen
is a ritual slaughter

to preserve a fixed society,
rid it of mutations.

You find the same sort of thing on Earth
among termites and wasps.

Now,
my concern is

that this stored memory of killing

should be coupled with another power
that the thing in the pit seems to have.

The power to redirect human energy.

- Power to redirect human energy?
- Yes.

Into force beyond control.

- You mean the commotion there today?
- Not only today.

This young woman turned out to be
highly susceptible, so did Sladden,

but we've all felt it
at some time.

- You have yourself.
- BREEN: Nonsense.

- A few vibration effects.
- How can you say that?

- Because I...
- Gentlemen, please!

There's really no need for this.

We're looking for rational explanations

and I think there is one.

Dr Roney, this truly amazing
apparatus of yours

was designed to detect,
was it not, hallucination?

- Well, originally, yes, but we...
- Hallucination?

Exactly, sir, I think you've hit it!

BARBARA:
It wasn't hallucination!

Let's call it a mental image.

The lady clearly has imagination
and she's overwrought.

She had seen these creatures
which Colonel Breen insists are fakes,

so what more natural...

You can't dismiss it like that!

Would you rather I dismiss
Colonel Breen's theory?

If you'd been there...
If you'd witnessed what had happened!

Professor Quatermass, I believe
that you are wrong in this matter.

Ridiculously wrong.

You're going to admit people
to that excavation?

Tonight. The press,
radio and television personnel.

But you must not!

We all have a duty to relieve
the public mind

which has been wantonly alarmed.

And I demand of you,
as a loyal government officer,

complete co-operation.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Is the generator ready?

Set up in the street.

Lot of stuff here.
All these lamps and cameras.

Don't worry.
Our genny will take all that load.

Well, can you run an extra cable
over there to the hull?

What, inside?

Yes, the TV boys
want to get some shots inside.

Well, we'll do our best.
Come on, Ted.

Last three weeks, I've done floods,
frogmen and down a sewer.

Hey chief, what time
do they switch the juice on?

- Any minute. What time's your programme?
- 7:00 p.m.

- You'll be all right.
- I hope so.

We're leaving everything till the last!

This place won't do
my bad leg any good!

Hey, isn't that, you know,
what's-his-name, Quatermass?

My, the juice!
That'll warm it up a bit.

The West German Federal Government

has agreed to institute new searches
of existing wartime material

in order to assist in identifying
the machine. Thank you.

Copies of the statement here.
Any questions, gentlemen?

Yes. Yes.

What convinces you
that your V-Weapon theory is correct?

My experience.
Madam?

Don't you agree that
this propaganda plan you've uncovered

shows the Nazis had no idea of the true
British spirit during the Blitz?

- Er, well...
- Colonel Breen,

this morning,
I made some enquiries of my own.

Do you know that the highest officials
of German wartime rocket research

deny that any such weapon existed?

- You must allow time...
- Let him answer.

Mr Fullalove,
a day or two ago,

you were enquiring into
the activities of ghosts and demons.

- (CROWD LAUGHS)
- Did you get their opinions, too?

- (CROWD LAUGHS)
- I demand an answer!

- This is far too serious a matter...
- Next question, please.

- QUATERMASS: I've got a question!
- (CROWD MURMURING)

Is Colonel Breen an imbecile
or a coward?

Go on, give it to him!

What do you mean by that?
How dare you!

Just a second. Professor Quatermass,
I thought it was clearly understood...

I'll ask the question!

Is Colonel Breen afraid of something,

so afraid that he resorts
to the thinnest rationalisations?

I say what I know
and what I believe to be the truth.

Then tell them
what you've seen here and heard.

Tell them what happened
to West and Sladden.

Potter, you were a witness.
You tell them what happened.

(RUMBLING)

Cut the power,
for God's sake!

Cut it, cut it!

(CROWD MURMURING)

My mate, he's still in there.

- Potter, be careful!
- The current's off, it's safe now.

What happened?
Quick!

He had the live cable.

He must have slipped.

- Is he dead?
- QUATERMASS: Yes.

Potter, did you see
anything else in there?

No, nothing.

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