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Look here! Look what's here!

Hey, boys! Come and see what's
here. Come on, quick, all of you!

- It's a skull, all right.
- It's all bashed in.

You reckon he's been
murdered or something?

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

It must've come
up with me last lot.

Must've been down there a long
time, maybe hundreds of years.

- Hundreds?
- What are we gonna do with it?

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

- He's found a skull.
- Careful! It's real old, innit?

Looks it.

Reckon we ought to report it
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.

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.

Ah! Here's another bit.

Odd idea, this, calling
a press conference!

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

- You're the popular press?
- "Evening Gazette." And you?

- "The Palaeontologist."
- "Pal..."?

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, in that programme.

He's a foremost
figure in his field.

Gentlemen, will you
be seated, please?

May I introduce
Dr Matthew Roney?

Thank you.

Gentlemen... And ladies, too.

I'm relieved to see you.

The idea of calling this press conference hasn't
entirely met with official approval, has it?

- Oh, really, Dr Roney...
- To be blunt, I'm counting on YOUR help.

And through you,
that of the public.

Now, I'm in charge of the archaeological
work at Hobbs Lane in Knightsbridge.

We've been there now
a week and... I'm 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 and they're pressing us to get out.

- That was confidential.
- Oh.

All right, please keep it off the
record that they're trying to kick us out.

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.

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.

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

Several times as far. Up to now the figure
has been put at half a million years.

- Can you prove it, sir?
- No.

Not until I've got every scrap of evidence
out of that excavation to make full tests.

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

What have you found?

Parts of two skulls, fragments
of upper and lower limbs.

- Can you tell us what they looked like?
- Not at this stage.

Yes, I think I can.

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

Here we are. Over here.

Gentlemen, this is my
chief assistant Barbara Judd.

She's attempted
a reconstruction.

Now, these modelled portions
are what we've found so far.

That is, if they're
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.

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. Water?

Poor old Roney. The press boys certainly gave
you the treatment. I know what they're like.

No, 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'll be a block of offices
slapped on that site, bones an' all!

Your health, Armitage.

You know, uh, you're really the
reason I came to the club today.

- Oh. So I'm being bearded, eh?
- That's it.

Your excellent journals haven't
shown much interest so far.

- Weekly magazines work a good way ahead...
- That's when I may need your support most.

In about a month. I'll give your photographers
special facilities. Another large brandy...

Really I must go now.
I really have to go.

I never interfere with my editors,
but I'll get them to ring you. Bye, now.

Goodbye.

- Good luck.
- Here we are, sir.

No, I don't... Yes, I do!

- Quatermass!
- Roney, how are you?

Well, fit enough. Tired,
eh? Harassed by publicity?

Harassed by not getting enough!

You know, till a week ago, I was a retiring
sort of creature. Now I'm like a press agent.

Sometimes you have
to get public support.

I have to now. Ah!

I've said far too much,
too soon. If I'm wrong...

If you're wrong, it
won't matter, will it?

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. Are you
still buried out at your rocket research place?

- Hmm. Shall we lunch?
- I doubt if I've got time.

Oh, Arthur, could we have
a few plain sandwiches?

- Yes, Professor.
- I almost forgot you were a member here.

I'm just up for a
conference at the War Office.

The War Office? I thought you
were strictly, well, a civilian outfit.

Well, 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.

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?

It depends what we find.
You can't rush these things.

Some of those fossil
fragments are so fragile...

- Come and see for yourself.
- I wish I could.

- When your conference finishes.
- I doubt if I'd be very good company.

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

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.
What do you think about the missing link?

Missing link? 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.

And you, madam. Do you think it's right that the
building work should be held up on this site?

Until they get them monkeys' bones
up, yes, I do. They ought to be let.

Thank you. And you,
sir, what is your opinion?

Well...

Ah! 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.

Thanks for the lift.
Looks like I asked for it!

- Now, what are the latest developments?
- We're on the brink of a startling discovery.

Whitehall, War Office.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, Professor Quatermass!

We enter the last round. Isn't
that what you wanted to say?

Nothing so pugnacious as that. Just that
it'll 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've asked Harrison to
prepare a rough draft.

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

But I should've 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.
- 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 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...

well, 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 I agree with Quatermass. The
commission that founded the Rocket Group...

This is a change of policy. Since there is some
confusion, I'll ask Colonel Breen to restate it.

- I didn't mean...
- 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 it.

- 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.

Do 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.
- No, no.

But you send all of humanity
up in smoke to avenge ourselves!

I take it greater accuracy in these
missiles would be a constant object?

- Of course, sir.
- 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.

Stop this! "Ultimate weapon"! Can you
really pretend to believe in such a thing?

There never has been
one and never will be!

All this means is that from the very start we'll
be going into space with one thought - war!

We're 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'm 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?

Do you want me to resign?

Well, I shan't. I shall stay
there in control as long as I can,

use what influence I
can to try to prevent...

Of course, I shall be glad of your
co-operation until such time as, er...

Meanwhile, a new Deputy Controller under you
will join the 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.

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 news flash.

That's drying nicely.

That is a shoulder blade.

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

Got it?

You know, I think
there were four bodies.

- Four?
- At least.

Well, you carry on, Barbara.
Look out for scattered vertebrae.

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? Oh!

Perhaps you ought
to call it a day.

Nonsense.

Just a touch of migraine.

Oh!

It's gone now.

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...
- Something good?

No, er, come and see.

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

- Pipe?
- Yes. Water, I think.

Might be a trunk sewer. What a
good thing I wasn't using a pickaxe!

- They'd have had a good laugh.
- Now they think we've found something.

Smooth. Give me
that trowel, please.

Very smooth.

It curves downwards.

- I don't think it is a pipe.
- Then what would you suggest?

- An unexploded bomb.
- What?

Goodness!

Yes... Yes, it
does look like one.

Why did you say that? We
can't afford to lose any time.

- It ought to be reported, Dr Roney.
- Very well.

Barbara, get in touch with...
Who'd 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.

- Captain Potter, Inspector.
- We've been expecting you.

- Where is this thing?
- Just down here.

- Unload that gear, 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.

- Well, it could be, sir, except...
- Except what?

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

Hmm.

Hmm, there's no ticking.

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

- Well, it can't be steel.
- What do you think it is, then, sir?

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

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, how
long is this going to take?

- Sir, I advised you to leave.
- I'm in charge.

- Not now. Carry on spraying, Sergeant.
- Very good, sir.

- You understand my work?
- I've read the papers.

I have to complete it quickly.
This wrecks all my arrangements.

If it blows up, it'll wreck
more than your arrangements!

- You really think it might?
- Our job is to prevent it. That might take days.

- How long do we 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!

- 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 contractors.

- Five minutes' break, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir. Five minutes' break, boys!

- You'll call them now?
- That's my business, sir.

Captain Potter, you're a young man. You
couldn't have had the wartime experience...

- I should call in a second opinion?
- If you don't know what it is.

I'm finding out!

It's deliberate. I've annoyed him
and now he's gonna work to rule.

- I'm sure that...
- They're making tea!

He'll 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.

I think that concludes our business for the
present, gentlemen. Thank you for your help.

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

- Breen, congratulations on the appointment.
- Thank you, General.

And 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 can't admit you without permission!

No further, sir! Professor Quatermass,
there's a gentleman here to see you.

- Roney!
- I've had enough of these petty bureaucrats!

- Quatermass, I had to catch you.
- What's happened?

A bomb turned up at the site.
There are soldiers there now.

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

You know these people.
Look where we are!

My dear Roney, if I had any
influence with the army, I...

Wait a second. Breen!

- Yes?
- Breen, this is Dr Matthew Roney.

You've heard of his prehistoric
finds at Knightsbridge?

- Oh, yes.
- How are you?

Roney's having a little difficulty with a
bomb-disposal squad. Could you help?

- Interfere?
- They need expert advice.

- Who says so?
- It's a fact.

I've had no official request.
It would be highly irregular.

- Suppose you had a request from me?
- From you?

Yes, a friendly one. After
all, we are colleagues now.

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

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

Mrs Chilcot, you can't come
in here 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 don't know.
- There's nothing going on down there just now.

All right, then.
Quick as you can.

Having to beg to
get in me own home!

Builders have been trying
to get rid of 'em for months.

Hey, look out!

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

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

Charlie, the old codgers,
get 'em out, stir 'em out!

- Still at it?
- Yes.

Had any luck?

This is my chief assistant Miss
Judd. Professor Quatermass.

How do you do?

- I'm in charge here, sir. Can I help you?
- That's the question I was going to ask.

This is Colonel Breen of the Guided
Missile Group. And 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?

Kill the jet. Break
for five minutes.

A bomb?

No sign of an ingress cavity, sir. I checked
with the firm who did the excavating.

The hole could've
collapsed, closed up.

Hmm. The famous excavation.

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

Mm-hm.

About here they
dug out the first skull.

Oh. 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?

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?