All language subtitles for Quatermass and the Pit 1967 Bluray Remux 1080p AVC DTS-HD MA 5 1-decibeL

- Hey, hold it, whoa, whoa!

Here, look at this.

- Why, it's a skull.

- You mean off some dead fella?

It looks like stone to me.

- Hey, look at those dead eyes.

Get a load of those gnashers!

- Hey, careful with it.

It's a fossil.

It may be worth money, you know that.

I've known things dug out
that have fetched a fortune.

- Ah, nix, right!

- Papers!

Get your newspaper!

Read all about it, paper!

Papers, read all about it, paper!

Get your newspaper!

Newspaper, read all about it!

Read all about it, paper!

- Come along now, please.

Unless you're passengers or
press, keep the entrance clear.

Come along now.

- Straight away please,
straight away, that's it.

- The London Transport people

very sensibly ordered all
work on the site to cease.

And, at that point, the Nicklin Institute

was called in and we started digging.

We made our first dig
about there, you see,

and that's where Square Five is now.

We think that's another scapula.

- Huh?
- A shoulder blade.

How is it, Ms. Judd?

- It seems to be better than the others.

- There appear to be six
bodies here at least.

Now, if you'd all just step up this way.

- What's that?

- Don't worry, gentlemen,

the train won't come through here.

No rails.

- Now, gentlemen, this
little press conference

hasn't entirely met
with official approval.

May I say that?

The fact is I need your help.

In the last two days,

my assistants here have
done wonderful work

and we've unearthed a
lot of valuable stuff.

- Valuable?
- How valuable, Dr. Roney?

- To science?

I can't tell yet, but
I do know that this is

one of the most remarkable
finds ever made.

Now, what I want to say to you is this.

The London Transport people
have halted their extension work

for the next few days.

But it isn't days we
need here, it's weeks.

I know, and you all know,

they'll soon be under
pressure to start again,

to stop wasting public money.

That's where I need your help.

Tell the public why we
should be allowed to stay.

- Dr. Roney, what actually
makes this find so remarkable?

- These fossils prove, I firmly believe,

that creatures essentially
resembling mankind

walked this earth as long
ago as five million years.

- Isn't that much further
back than has been supposed?

- Yes, a good deal.
- That's tremendous.

Can you actually prove it?

- No, not until I've got
every scrap of evidence

out of here and made full tests.

It's just my personal conviction

based on what we've found so far.

- And what actually have you found so far?

- Parts of two skulls,

fragments of upper and lower limbs.

- Gosh, and can you
actually tell what these,

what, ape men looked like?

- Hardly, at this stage.

- Yes, I think I can.

At least I'm prepared to take a chance.

Bert, excuse me.

This is my attempt at a reconstruction.

The modeled parts show
what we've found up to now,

filled out with imaginary flesh.

He wasn't very big.

He had the face of an ape.

He had a big brain and
he stood like a man.

- Ms. Judd.
- Ms. Dobson, what is it?

- I've struck what seems
to be a buried pipe.

- What we must have now is time.

We've got to get public support

or there'll be tube trains
running over this site,

bones and all, before we
can get everything out.

- Whatever it is, it's big.

A main water pipe perhaps.

- Not here.

- A sewer then?

That would be awkward, wouldn't it?

Good thing I wasn't using a pick ax.

- There shouldn't be anything.

- Dr. Roney.

- Anything wrong?

- You'd better have a look.

- There is just one possibility.

Good morning, this way please, Captain.

This is Dr. Roney.
- Where's the bomb?

- Here.

- That's right, tear it all up.

- What would you say it was, sir?

- Looks like a big one.

Maybe a Satan.

- Yes, sir, except I've never
seen a Satan with bumps.

- Hmm.

Strange.

Won't hold.

No ticking.

Odd though.

The mike doesn't stick,
so it can't be steel,

and there's no corrosion
of the surface, feel it.

We'll dig down a bit.

Let the dog see the rabbit, hm?

- Corporal Gibson, two men with shovels.

- Right, Sergeant.

All right, Webster, Jenkins.

- Right, Sergeant, five minutes.

- Five minutes.

- You know, I don't think
this is any kind of metal.

- Then what, sir?

- Captain Potter, can you tell me yet

how long this is gonna take?

I realize it must be difficult.

- Look, sir, I advise you to leave.

- Yes, I know.

But you'll appreciate I
have a special interest.

How long would you say?
- I don't know, yet.

- You're a young man.

You can't possibly have
had the wartime experience

that would...

- I should call in a
second opinion, is that it?

- Well, yes.

- Well, don't worry, I intend to.

- GM 2.

Just a moment, sir.

It's for Colonel Breen.

- Oh, I'll take It.

Scrambler?

- No, it's blue.

It's clear.

- Hello?

I'm afraid Colonel Breen's not available.

What's it about?

A bomb?

But surely you realize he's
no longer connected with...

How big?

Good God.

Give me the details.

I'll get the message to
him as soon as he's free.

- What is there to argue about?

The purpose is quite clear.

- Colonel Breen, my Rocket Group
has been intended all along

for peaceful scientific research.

- Professor Quatermass, your Rocket Group?

- Yes, mine.

I brought the whole thing into being.

- But it is, after all,
a government project.

And now the government has
had a change of policy.

- Change of policy!

You're going to take it over

and pervert it to this, this...

- Listen, within 10 years,

there will be permanent bases on the moon,

perhaps even on Mars.

- Military bases.

- Of course.

The present world situation
makes that quite clear.

Whoever plants them first will be able

to police the Earth
with ballistic missiles.

- So, we must be in the race.

- Well, of course.

- The ultimate weapon.

It always is.

Gentlemen, don't you see?

We're on the edge of a new
dimension of discovery.

It's a great chance to leave

our vices behind, war first of all.

Not to go out there dragging our hatreds

and our frontiers along with us.

- Frankly, I'm surprised and disturbed

to hear such naive views
still being put forward.

- Naive?
- There's nothing to be gain...

- You've lost touch with humanity.

You've been shut away too long

in this ivory fortress of
yours, that's your trouble.

- Well, he'll be out of it soon.

Colonel Breen is joining
you at the Rocket Group.

- What?
- At the end of the week.

I think you'll agree that someone

with experience of
military rockets, missiles,

will be of considerable value.

- I'll fight this right at top-level!

- I shouldn't, it came from there.

It'll work out for the good of the group.

And now, gentlemen, if
you'll both excuse me,

I have another meeting.

Nose to the grindstone.

- I won't resign, if that's what you want.

- Of course not.

I'm sure we'll get along quite well.

Why not have dinner with me?

My club?

Come.

Oh, I can't possibly.

Who's this from?

Oh, I see.

Do you ever find your early
career catching up with you?

- I never had a career, only work.

What was yours?

- Enemy missiles.

Do you mind stopping off on the
way for a couple of minutes?

Lead on, please.

- Captain Potter, sir.

I hope you didn't mind my...

- Any sign of the mechanism yet?

- None, sir.

We've found this cavity,

but there's only impacted clay inside.

Stand down for a moment, Briggs.

- Yes, sir.

- Any guesses?

- Possibly a German V weapon.

- Why?

A flying bomb?

A V-2 Rocket?

Nah, it's not either of them.
- Obviously.

But they weren't the only surprises

they cooked up in the war.

There were more than anyone knew.

- Sir!
- What is it?

- I don't know, it may just be a stone.

- It's another one of them skulls.

Corporal.
- Sir?

- Is Dr. Roney still here?
- Yes, sir, I'll fetch him.

- It's a skull.
- Let me see.

Thanks.
- Who is this man?

Potter, is he attached to you?

- No, sir, that is...
- Let me go!

Thank you.
- Don't you know?

Dr. Roney's the man of the moment.

This place is news.

- He has no business here now.

- Hasn't he?

- Thank you, it's absolutely marvelous.

Oh, it's magnificent!

Better than anything we've got so far.

Almost intact.

- Intact?

- Yes, yes.

This proves everything, it's all I needed.

No, no, leave it to me.
- You might drop it.

It's slippery.
- Drop it?

Not on your nelly!
- Here.

- How do you think it got inside there?

- Oh, it was here in the clay.

When the missile struck,
it got rammed through.

- Unbroken?

A fragile fossil?

Dr. Roney, my name's Quatermass.

- Are you one of these bomb experts?

- Not exactly.

- Ms. Judd here will look after you.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

- I've got to get
this skull under treatment.

- That skull seems
remarkably well-preserved.

- Yes, isn't it?

Far better than the first.

- What do you think protected it?

- Huh?

Oh, it was inside the, inside that...

Good Lord!

I was so concerned just
now, I didn't realize.

It was inside.

That's no bomb.

Whatever is it?

- How old is this fossil skull?

- About five million
years, it could be more.

- Excuse me.

- And these are all the Civil
Defense records of the area?

- That's right, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Breen, I'd like a word with you.

- Just a moment.

Now, you're quite certain?

- There were no HE bombs on
the street above here, sir.

Just a few incendiaries,

and they only did damage

because the houses were empty.

- Empty?
- Evacuated.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Come on, Potter.

Let's have another look at this thing.

- Excuse me, sir, but
that's not quite right.

- Oh, why?

- Well, those houses were all abandoned

years before the war.
- What on earth for?

- Well, people just wouldn't live there.

Some kind of scare.

- Scare?
- Superstition.

A lot of nonsense, I dare say.

- There, that's done.

Now, I do think you
ought to get a breather.

The air's terrible down here.

- All right, but just for a minute.

- These
are the houses, sir.

Or what's left of them.

- They really are derelict.

- Give me that torch, will you?

Thank you.

I must warn you, these
buildings aren't safe.

- Nevertheless.

- I've been reckoning it up.

They must have been empty 40 years now.

- Are you a local man?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you remember what happened?

- Yes, I do.

Oh, it was in all the papers.

Of course, I was only
a nipper at the time,

but I knew a kid that lived
in one of these houses.

Things got so bad they had to clear out.

- What got bad?

- Noises, bumps, and
even things being seen.

- You mean ghosts?

- I said it was a lot of nonsense, sir.

But, you know how these tales run wild

once they get started.

- Those marks, what could have made them?

- Kids, sir.

Kids playing around made 'em.

Sorry about that, sir.

Must've been a bit warm inside there.

- Yes, thank you.

- Everything in order?
- Yes, sir.

- Ah, Quatermass, I've decided

to stay on this case for a day
or so, if you're agreeable.

- Of course.

- You go back to the Rocket Group.

I'll join you there later.

- As a matter of a fact,
I'd like to hang on, too.

If you're agreeable.

- As you wish.

I've arranged for an extra
squad to work all night.

The entire missile should
be exposed by the morning.

Can I?

- Oh, no, thanks, I'll find my own way.

- Sorry about the dinner.

Some other time.

- Ms. Judd!

We'd better get down and
give your boss a hand.

He'll be expected to get his gear away.

- Hob's Lane.

- They've changed the spelling.

New one's like Hobbs the cricketer.

- The old one.

Hob was once a sort of
nickname for the Devil.

- Oh, Quatermass, come in, come in.

Well.

Our daily work, business as usual,

no matter what happens at Hobbs End.

- Electronics?

- We don't just dig
with trowels, you know.

Not all the time.

Would you like some coffee?
- Thanks.

- Have you had a cup, Mr. Johnson?

- Yes, I have, thanks.

- Don't nod.

- Mr. Johnson's kindly
obliging us for some tests.

You see, some of his skull dimensions

happen to match those of our friend here

who died in the second ice age.

- I'm real primitive.

- We all are, Mr. Johnson.

Now, are you ready for another run?

- Yes, sir.
- Right.

Recorder on.

Oh, Mr. Johnson,

proceed with the puzzle, will you?

- That hook up, something special?

- It can locate the
minutest areas of the brain.

We take readings and analyze them

in the computer here.

We're gradually building up a picture

of what that ice age man

might have been able to think and do.

- The Roney Analysis, I like it.

- I'm hoping to apply it
next to the Hobbs End skulls.

Of course, they're so much older.

They'll have even fewer
points of resemblance to,

well, to Mr. Johnson,
but we hope enough to...

- Roney, were they of this Earth?

- Ah, I see.

That's what brought you here.

- Were they?

- I'm sorry to disappoint

but the answer's only, yes, they were.

They were earthly creatures
as much as you or 1.

They were our remote ancestors

but they themselves had ancestors

going back as far as 30 million years.

- Well, how can you be sure?

- They fit into the known
pattern of evolution.

The only odd thing about them

is the great size of the skull.

I've got it all charted somewhere.

Where the devil does she keep everything?

- Your Ms. Judd?

- Yes, I told her to take the
day off and get some rest.

- Well, I must be getting along.

- To Hobbs End?
- Yes.

- Look, I can't seem to lay
my hands on it at the moment.

I'll show you next time,
for what it's worth.

- Next time I'll have
a lot more questions.

- Yes, they're piling up, aren't they?

- Are you coming?

- I've been told to keep out of it.

Your colleague doesn't like my face.

- Colleague?
- Your Colonel Breen.

- Oh.
- Anyway, it's mutual.

I'm sorry, Quatermass, he's
a type I loathe on sight.

- Full marks, Dr. Roney.

Well, it's a long story.

I'll tell you sometime.

- Ah, Professor Quatermass.

I've something to show you.

- I thought you were taking the day off.

- No, I was having these made.

- I'm sorry, I'm due at the excavation.

- Please read these first.

- Photocopies.

- From old newspaper files.

- May 19th, 1927.

Hob's Lane spook.

Figure that walked through a bedroom wall.

Why did you do this?

- Well, you seemed
curious, too, last night.

- I've slept on it since.

- Look, read this one.

- The figure was small, said Mr. Parker.

Like a hideous dwarf.

No, my dear, we're both scientists.

We simply can't pay
regard to stuff like this.

The supernatural!

- Professor Quatermass.

August, 1927.

Curious crowds at Hob's
Lane became so large

that work was held up

on the new underground railway station.

- Station, that's when they built it?

- They were digging near the same spot.

- Ah, good morning.
- Good morning.

You've been busy.

You've cleaned out the inside.

- Yes.
- Find anything?

- Only impacted clay.

- Nothing else?

- No, it's been cleared inch by inch

and finally hosed out with water.

So far, it seems to be
just an empty shell.

- Hmm, let me see.

- Now, just a minute.
- What's going on?

- A test.

All right, Potter, that's gotta be enough.

- No effect, sir.

- There's got to be.

I don't understand that at all.

The heat's been on that
for a full five minutes

and it's not even warm.

- Do you
want to try again, sir?

- No.

There's no chance of
cutting a hole through that.

We've found what seems to
be a sealed compartment.

- What?

- You'd better put some gloves on, sir.

- Why?

- The sergeant's got a touch of it, too.

Like frostbite, mild though.

- Thank you, Sergeant.

From touching this?

- I don't see how, sir.

It's not cold, but...

- What's this?

- Oh, it's only our pump.

We had a bit of a flood
when we washed it down.

Careful!

It's like glass in here.

- I see.

Blocked right across.

- Yes, sir.

So unless it's solid,

there's something on
the other side of that.

It could be a warhead.

- Says Colonel Breen.

Hello, what made these marks?

- Marks?

Well, not us.

This stuff's harder than
diamond, we've tested.

- Well, there seem to be...

Have you got a cloth,
something to wipe it down?

- Good grief!

They form a pattern.

- More exactly, they form a pentacle.

One of the cabalistic signs
used in ancient magic.

- I suppose I'd better
mention this to the colonel?

- No, it wouldn't fit in with warheads.

- Sergeant, get this pump
out of the way, will you?

- Sir, right.

Two men to shift the pump.

West, inside and clear the hose.

Look sharp, West.

- Resistant to heat of 3,000 degrees.

Harder than diamond.

Why, it's the material
every rocket engineer's

been looking for.

- What are you trying to say?

- That the Germans didn't make this

and then lose the secret.

You ask Von Braun.

- If I can get through that bulkhead,

I won't need...
- Try Borazon.

It's a lot harder than diamond.

Can you get hold of a Borazon drill?

It would mean getting hold
of a civilian operator.

- West!

- It was,

it was a figure!

It went through.

It went straight through
the wall! (shrieking)

I saw it, I saw it!

Horrible, horrible!

- Is he ill?
- All right.

Take it easy, lad.

- I thought it was the wall shining

and then it came straight at me.

Horrible!
- Come on.

- Westie's got the horrors.

What did he see, sir?
- Nothing.

The confined space affected him.

A man like that should
never have been on this job.

- Now pull yourself together, West.

- Sergeant, that's not the way.

What did you see?

- I don't know.

- You said a figure.

- Yes, sort of crooked.

It went straight through.

- Here.

- It was horrible, horrible!

- With its head tucked underneath its arm?

- Oh, shut up!

- I did see something, sir.

I did, honest.

It was little.

- The figure was small,
like a hideous dwarf.

- Yeah, that's it.

Hey, what made you say that, miss?

How did you know?

- It's all right, here.

- Get him away from here.

He'd better go sick.

- Yes, I'll write a note to the MO.

- Captain Potter, he'd better
not talk to the other men.

- Come on, lad, up.

- Do you mind?

Normally, I don't before noon, but.

Thanks.

- Is that pump clear yet?
- Yes, sir.

- Get rid of the oxyacetylene cutter.

- Sir.

- Don't make any attempt
to drill that bulkhead

until I get back.
- Where are you going?

- To find something out.

May I?

I think we should follow this up.

- Alarming noises and
spectral appearances.

September, 1763.

- Listen.

Our informant further
states that grievous sounds

emanating from the very earth

have so affrighted certain fellows

employed in the digging of a well

that one is like to die mad.

- Digging a well?

Do any of the others mention that?

- Not so far.

- Stories, wild rumors.

They believed in those days.

- I suppose it's possible for,

for ghosts, let's use the word,

to be phenomena that were badly observed

and wrongly explained.

- Listen.

One inhabitant of Hob's Lane doth assert

he hath oft espied the
apparition of a hideous goblin.

And once, several.
- Several?

- And that this place is long notorious

for weird happenings.

Where next?

- The archives of
Westminster Abbey, I think.

- In the winter of the year 1341,

the religious of that
region did strive against

an outbreak of evil at Hob's Lane.

- Oh, please go on.

My Latin's not up to it.

- Eh.

Imps and demons did appear.

Foul noises

sent by the Devil

did sorely afflict the charcoal burners

that had lately come there.

- Charcoal burners?
- Yes.

Yes, yes, that's right.

- They'd be felling trees.

Big, heavy ones.

In 1763, a well was being dug.

In 1927, the underground station.

And now the extension.

- All disturbances of the ground.

- This has well been
known as a troubled place.

It is said that in the
time of the Romans...

- I'd better go.
- I beg your pardon?

- Oh, I have to leave now,
but Ms. Judd will stay on.

Find out everything you
can, then collect Dr. Roney.

I think he should be in on this.

Many thanks.

- Hang it on the grille there, Sergeant.

Ah, Professor, I've orders
to let no one down there.

- What's he doing?

- He's got that drill set up, sir.

The one you suggested.

- I asked him to wait.

Powered from this, I suppose.

- Yes, sir, better than the
public supply, just in case.

- In case it blows up?

- That's why he won't let
anyone down there, sir.

- Oh, very considerate of him.

- Well, I reckon this little
beauty"ll cut through anything.

I did steel armor plate
with it, six inches thick.

Just like that.

Oh, it was legal.

A bloke got shut in a strong room.

But I got him out.

It was a secret job, like this one.

- Then I'm glad you don't talk about it.

Ah, Quatermass.

- Breen, I think we should hold everything

for a time at least.

I can explain.

- We're going ahead now.

Hello, Potter?

- Right, sir.

All clear!

- Right.

You can get clear if you want to.

There's still time.

- Welcome aboard, mate.

- Have they started?

- That's it.

- Do you know what's inside there?

Are you insured?

I'm insured.

It's a good thing to be insured.

At least it cheers you up.

Okay, sir?

Right, here we go.

- Try again.

Try once more.

Get back!

- The generator, knock it off!

- It wouldn't, it wouldn't.
(Col. Breen retching)

- The best thing.

You're shaken up, we all are.

It was the vibration in there.

Some sort of freak
vibration, must have been.

All right, Sladden?
- Mm-hm.

- The drill, it wouldn't work.

Roney, this sound, everything here,

just like the old accounts.

Did she tell you?
- Yes.

- And there's a pentacle
drawn inside there.

- What?
- See for yourself.

- As soon as you can.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- I'm all right now, sir,

if you want to have another bash.

- Good man.

- Breen, wait.

We ought to have time to consider this.

- I have.

We'll blanket down the
sound with sandbags.

I've ordered them down.

And we'll cover up the polished surface.

- But it isn't as simple as that.

- Quatermass.

I thought you said the
drill had no effect?

- Well, I never made that.

- What?

But you must have.
- I can't have done.

That's much bigger than my drill bit.

It doesn't look as if
it was drilled at all.

Looks more like melted.

- All right, Sladden, get out of here.

- Look out!

The demons.

Wait!

It's all right, they're dead.

They've been dead for a long time.

- [Dr. Roney] What are they?

- Whatever they are,
they're decomposing fast.

This is a job for you, I think.

- Yes, Barbara!

Phone the Institute.

Tell Klein, no, there isn't time.

Just tell him to keep
everybody standing by

for the biggest job they've ever had.

- Phew, the stench!

It's like rotting fish!

- Or locusts.

- I don't think I dare wait.

They're corrupting so fast, Potter!

- Catching up on lost time.

- What do you mean by that?

- They were sealed in there

till our atmosphere got
in a few moments ago.

Filthy London air.

They might have stayed
unchanged for a year,

or a million years.

- And as quickly as you possibly can.

- Yes, Doctor.
- What is it, sir?

- Explanations later, Sergeant.

They want planks and empty sandbags.

As many as you can find.
- Right, sir.

- Give me a hand.

- I can't guarantee my stomach.

- Steady.

Easy now.

Got him.

- Oh my God.

- Throw down something to put this on.

- And a sandbag.

Easy.

Take it up to the platform, will you?

I'll fix it there.

- Don't just stand there, give a hand!

- Hold it level, it's leaking.

- God.

What is it?

- They don't know.

Where can it go?

- Oh, there.

I'd better take a photograph of it.

What are you using?

- Number Four sealer.

- Is it safe?

- I'll have to risk that.

If I can just save the shells

and some body fluids for analysis.

- These shapes seem to suggest

some kind of apparatus, instruments.

- Your imagination is running wild.

- Isn't yours?

- What?

- They don't seem to
lead through anywhere.

If there were once any
external propulsion units,

I don't see how they were controlled.

Unless,

unless the missile itself
did some of the thinking.

- You're mad!

- This substance isn't inert, far from it.

We know that.

- Don't tell me what I know!

There's been enough nonsense
talked about this, this thing.

Dead for millions of years!

I know the smell of death, believe me,

and how short a time it lasts.

- Have you got an
explanation for all this?

- Yes, I have.

- Then why not share it?

- When I choose.

- Gauze, quick!

- I want you to get some photographs

of the compartment they were in.

- Of course.

- It's all dropping to powder.

Soon there'll be nothing
to prove we ever saw it.

Do you classify them as insects?

- Arthropods.

Nice, general term, covers all
the crabs and spiders, too.

Except that no Earthly ones

ever had that tripod leg arrangement.

- The horned demons in those old prints.

Roney, this image...
- Rather pretty.

- It's like a gargoyle.

I mean, in fact, haven't
you seen it carved in walls

in a dozen countries?

Hidden in the depths of all our minds,

a race memory.

- Got it!

Look at this.

A cave painting of 30,000 years ago.

A man in a ritual mask.

I wonder where he dreamed
up the idea of that.

Thanks.

Hmm.

You know, I think these are old friends

we haven't seen for a time.

- Weight and structure point
to low gravity environment.

A thin atmosphere.

- Perhaps a world that's dead now,

but a few million years ago

could have been teeming with life.

- I wonder.

A name that's been nearly worn out

before anything turned up to claim it.

Was this really a Martian?

- I'm sorry, we're closed!

- It's the same round the main door.

They've got us in a state of siege.

- Ms. Judd, can you do
something about this?

Get Dr. Roney to call 'em off,

or we'll be needing the police.

- I'll see what I can do.

- And there were how many
of these ape creatures?

- Seven.

Well, six at least we found.

- Apes with oversized craniums.

Some faculties had developed in them,

or had been developed.

- What?

- The will to survive.

It's an odd phenomenon.

Roney, if we found that
our Earth was doomed,

say by climatic changes,

what would we do about it?

- Nothing, just go on squabbling as usual.

- Yes, but if we weren't men?

- I'm sorry to interrupt.

Is it possible to give out
a statement of some kind?

The crowd outside's getting
huge and a bit ugly.

- Are those the photographs you took?

- Yes.

- Right, let's show them.

- Good idea.

- The discovery

might have some astounding implications,

added Professor Quatermass.

But, for the moment, he could
not say what these were.

- You can't go down there, sir,

but you can read all about it.

- Professor Quatermass, sir.

- The Minister's waiting.

He's not pleased.

Hello, Minister's Office.

- Good afternoon, sir.

- Professor, what you've done appalls me.

- It's the PM's private secretary.

Sorry, still not available.

Try again in 20 minutes.

- Now, it's the PM and the Home Office

badgering about cordons

and special police action.
(phone ringing)

Kill that thing!

- Sorry, the
Minister is not available.

- Now, before they pull a
special cabinet meeting on me,

I should like to have
just a few answers ready.

- How much do you know?

- Something from Colonel Breen
and what I've read in these.

Why did you do it?

- People wanted to know.

- So you talked, without
authority or consultation.

- Whose authority?
- This department"s.

- It didn't seem to me to
concern the Ministry of Defense.

- We'll see about that.

Now, astounding implications.

Cut that off!

- No more calls
till further notice.

- What did you mean by that?

- Dr. Roney and I are satisfied

that these arthropods
are not of this Earth.

- So I gathered.

You've been busy hinting at Mars.

- Mars is dead.

Nothing there but a few scraps of lichen.

- Five million years ago it
may have been very different.

Suppose, at that time, there
were living beings on it

with techniques that enabled
them to visit the Earth

at a time when the most
highly-evolved creatures here,

our own ancestors, were
only a type of Pliocene ape.

- Go on.

- They may have wanted
to found another colony

when their own world was doomed,

but couldn't endure our atmosphere.

So they experimented.
- Experimented?

- The man apes found beside
the missile were abnormal.

- Oh, and the insects were responsible.

- There's clearly some connection.

My guess is that those were ape mutations

being brought back for release on Earth.

- And you really believe
that this was possible?

That apes were systematically taken

from this planet to another and...

- Altered by selective breeding,

atomic surgery, methods we can't guess.

And returned with new
faculties instilled in them.

High intelligence.

Perhaps something else.

- In effect, a colonization.

- It'd be a way of possessing the Earth.

Only a colony by proxy,

but better than leaving
nothing at all behind.

- Surely it would have
had to be carried out

on a huge scale?

- Yes, if I'm right,

if I'm right, we've just
come on a single instance.

Probably an accident,

a landing that went
wrong and they all died.

The Thames Valley was swamp then.

- You realize what you're implying?

That we owe our human condition here

to the intervention of insects!

- I suppose I am.

- So that's your great theory?

And for that we've had all
this splutter and alarm and...

Well, at least we can
let the Home Secretary

off his beat now.

- Get him?
- Yes.

I wanted to hear you first.

- Ministry of
Defense here, Howell speaking.

Give me the Home Secretary.
- Breen.

Tell him.

Tell him!

- I told you I had an explanation.

The Germans in 1944.

- Now Breen, you can't be
still hanging on to that.

- Professor Quatermass.

You are an expert in
certain fields, I in others.

One of my specializations is weapons,

and another, military propaganda.

So kindly allow me my
opinion without interrupting.

I think that when the
Germans were losing the war,

they tried a propaganda scare.

They sent over an experimental V weapon

in order to produce exactly
the effect it has produced,

thanks to your help.

Though, a little late for their purpose.

- And what about the arthropods?

- Fakes.

Put there as a circumstantial touch,

like fairground mermaids,

made up of old scraps of skin and bone.

It's the oldest trick in the business.

- Hello, John.
- No, sir, wait.

You must hear expert testimony.

- I have.

Is that missile safe?
- Thoroughly checked.

- No danger to the public?
- None, I am certain.

- Hello, John?

I'm sorry you've been led such a dance.

It's all over now.

Well, it was nothing but
a gigantic false alarm.

- Move along, move along.

This is an official statement.

In spite of incorrect news
stories published earlier,

the missile found here is believed to be

a German propaganda
weapon of the last war.

It has now been dealt
with and is not dangerous.

Repeat, there is no danger.

A full statement will be issued shortly.

Now move along please.

- Inspector, can we go
down there and take a look?

- Tomorrow.

It'll be wide open to all you boys then.

Press, TV, the lot.

- These bloody sacks.

Couldn't we have forgotten them, Sarge?

- No, Army property, very precious.

- Well, you might have let
me know you were packing up.

I told you, I was only round the caff.

- Very sorry, sir.

Didn't wanna interrupt your tea break.

- Oh, that's all right, my man.

I'll overlook it this time.

Well, I'd better get my stuff out then.

Hey, come off it.

My tool box.

Bloody Army!
- Right, let's go home.

- Uh-oh, where was Moses
when the lights went out?

In the flippin' dark.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry, miss.

The station's closed till tomorrow.

- But I must go in.

I left a microscope and a
box of slides down there.

- There's only the emergency
lights left on now.

- I won't be a moment.

Please, I must have them.

- All right, miss.

I'll wait for you.
- Thank you.

- Hey, hey, what's going on here?

Hey!

What's going on?

- Professor Quatermass?

He's in here.

- Hello, miss.

- Hello.

- Have you called a doctor?
- No.

When I heard those sounds,

I asked Mr. Edwards, the choirmaster,

to go and to dismiss the choir.

I knew I must stay alone with this man.

I felt sure he had been in
contact with spiritual evil.

- I'll have to question him.
- Perhaps tomorrow.

- No, there may be danger
in waiting, to others.

Sladden?

Can you say what happened
tonight in the excavation?

You remember being there?

Well, you stayed to
dismantle some equipment.

You were hurt by something
flying through the air.

Do you remember objects doing that?

Moving by themselves?

- I had to run, to get away.

They were coming.
- Who?

What were?
- Them.

Them!
- No more, please!

- I remember it started and
then I could only see them

like you found down there.

With the eyes and horns and...

- He saw the creatures.

- And they were alive!
- Alive?

- Hopping, like very fast,
and hundreds and hundreds!

And I knew I was one.

- How did they move?

- Jumping, leaping.

- Let him alone!
- Where?

- In and out, them big places.

In and out of them.

Oh, huge!

Right up into the sky!

- The sky?

What color is it, blue?

- No.

Dark.

Dark purple.

- You should have left him alone.

He isn't free of it yet.

- Perhaps it was always in him.

- What do you mean?

- In all of us.

An inheritance of dormant faculties.

Clairvoyance, telekinesis.

- Scientific terms to explain it all away.

- On the contrary, I agree with you.

What's been uncovered is evil.

As anciently diabolic
as anything on record.

I think what he gave us just now

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

That and the unconscious
ability to cause movement.

They're old powers that can be awakened

somehow by the thing in the pit.

- Shouldn't we tell the Ministry?

Warn them?

- They wouldn't listen.

We're going to need proof.

Have you the keys to the Institute?

- Yes.
- Good, we'll work from there.

Is that the Rocket Group?

Right, it's Quatermass here.

No, no, no.

This is Professor Quatermass speaking.

Now put me on to Mr. Watson.

I know he's in bed, just stir him up.

- What's all this about?
- Oh, thanks for coming.

I'm afraid I've been grubbing about

in your workshop already.

There's something we can do.

Oh, Jerry?

Well, wake up.

Now, listen, I want you to bring

some gear to London right away.

The special video signal
stuff, as follows.

Now, better take notes.

Well, Jerry?

- Not a sausage.

No wonder, after bumping the stuff

over half the roads in the country.

It's delicate.

Miss, are you sure we're still

locked on to those settings?

- Quite sure.

The signals are still coming
through here all right.

- I'll check the positive feedback.

- Maybe it's Roney.
- What do you want me to do?

- Ah, just go to sleep.

You've been saying for
hours how tired you are.

- You should have got our friend Johnson.

You can practically read
his mind without gadgets.

- Are you still hopeful?

- He thinks it might work.

Your apparatus to locate
the brain centers,

ours to translate signals.

- If it does, you're,

you're going to try and repeat
what Sladden went through?

- Experimentally.

- You said these faculties
may be in all of us.

- Poltergeist outbreaks, second sight.

They've been recorded the world
over, throughout the ages.

Myths, magic, even witchcraft.

Perhaps they all came from there.

- So as far as anybody is,
we're the Martians now?

- The unconscious vision centers.

- Better shut the grille.

Keep any nosy parkers out.

When the light flickers, switch off.

- Right.

- It seems to draw energy from any source.

But more so from that generator.

Perhaps by induction.

- Hold still a minute.

Right.

Now you'll do exactly what Sladden did.

- Once the generator goes off, I use this.

- Good.

Now, back here for you, my dear.

- But if there's anything to photograph...

- It'll keep.

Right.

Now then, let's get a true reading.

- All signals spot on.
- Hmm.

When the generator cuts...
- We run on the batteries.

- No, I mean, when it cuts,
there may not be much time.

- I see.
- Ready?

- Not a thing showing, not a damned thing.

- But it's started.

Listen to it down there.

- Shh!
- Roney!

I'm getting no visual impression.

I'll try a bit longer but I don't think

it's operating through me.

- Quatermass, try...

- Did you get that?

- Yes, yes.
- Wait.

Now.
- Yes, Quatermass.

- It's getting too much for me.

- We're not getting you, shout louder.

- I'll have to come out of here.

It's getting too much for me.

I'm coming out!

- Let me.

I can see.

- Barbara!?

- Quatermass, what's happening?

- Roney, it's Barbara, she's the one!

Get down here, quick!

- I can see.

- Try this.

- I can see, I can see!

I can, I can see,

I can see.

- She's getting something!

- Hold me!

Hold me!

- You're all right, you're all right.

Well done.

- Well, did you manage to get it?

- Yes, I saw them too, on the monitor.

- Good.

I think now we may have
something to show Colonel Breen.

What you're about to see is a memory.

Stored for millions of years

in the very substance of that hull,

and now picked up by the susceptible brain

of this young woman here.

Highly receptive, like the man Sladden.

More than most of us.

- And what do you claim this will show?

- A race purge.

A cleansing of the Martian hives.

Tape ready?

- Yes.

Most curious.

- Those were like the creatures you found?

- The same.

You saw that they were
killing and being killed.

I think we may have
witnessed ritual slaughter,

to preserve a fixed society,
to rid it of mutations.

- Good heavens!

- That's the way they lived.

And it's the way they intended

their substitutes on Earth to live.

- Not again!

- My concern is, sir, that
this stored memory of killing

should be coupled with another power

that thing in the pit seems to possess.

The power to redirect human energy.

- A power to...
- Into force beyond control.

- Nonsense!
- Well, we've all felt it.

You have yourself.

- A few vibration effects.
- Now, now, gentlemen.

There's no need for this.

We're looking for rational explanations,

and there is one.

This truly remarkable apparatus of yours

was surely set to detect,

was it not, hallucinations?

- Hallucinations, exactly, sir.

- All right, then, call it mental image.

Now this young lady
certainly has an imagination

and she's overwrought.

She's seen the creatures

that Colonel Breen insists are fakes.

So, what could be more natural than...

- No, sir, you mustn't
dismiss it like that.

- You prefer that I dismiss
Colonel Breen's theory?

- But if you'd been there,
if you'd witnessed it all!

- Professor Quatermass, I don't believe

that you're right in this matter.

You are ridiculously wrong.

- You're going to admit
people to the excavation?

- Yes, tonight.

The press, radio and television.

- No, sir, you must not!

- My duty now is to quieten public alarm.

And you, up to now a government officer

with the same duty,

you'll keep your damned
paws out of things!

- There's a heck of a
lot of stuff down there.

Far more than I expected.

All those lamps and TV cameras.

- Our generator will take all the load

they can put on it, don't worry.

- The cameraman will
want to take some shots

inside the thing, can you fix them up?

- Light the inside?

Why not?

I'll get them to run
out a further extension.

- Right.

- And the West German Federal Government

has kindly agreed to make a further search

of existing wartime records

with a view to finally
identifying this missile.

- Copies of
Colonel Breen's statement

are available for those who haven't one.

Now, before we take you
down to see for yourselves,

any questions?

- Yes, are you sure it's safe?

- Quite safe.

- Any more questions?

Otherwise...
- Yes, I've got a question.

Is Colonel Breen just a fool or a coward?

- What do you mean by, how...

- Just one second.

Professor, I thought it
was clearly understood...

- Is the Colonel afraid?

So afraid that he resorts to
the thinnest rationalization?

- I say what I know to be the truth!

- Well, tell them what
you've seen down there.

Potter, you were a witness, you tell them.

- Sir, we found...

- My mate, he's in there!

- Potter, be careful.
- It's safe.

The power's been cut.
- I didn't mean that.

What happened?
- He had the live cable.

He must have slipped!

- Right, stand back, please.

Keep clear!

Stand back!

He's dead.

It was an accident.
- I couldn"t help him.

There was nothing I could do.
- I know.

- He was fixing the junction box.

- All right, all right!

It was an accident.
- It may not have been.

- What did you say?

- Are you trying to make
out it was my fault?

- Get those lights on!

- Hey, put the breakers back in.

Yeah, all except the line to the hull.

- What's she doing there?

- What is it?

- It's coming alive.

It's glowing.

- I don't see anything.

- I did, before the lights came on.

- Breen, you've got to send
everyone out of this place.

- What, just because
there's been an accident?

- No, there's some new activity
starting in that thing!

Listen, I'm advising you all to leave.

There may be grave danger.

- What's the matter, what's wrong?

- Well, you've seen what's happened

to the electrician, haven't you?

- Gentlemen, gentlemen,
the official arrangements

will proceed as planned,
whenever you are ready.

- And now we're taking you over

to Hobbs End Underground Station.

- Three streets away and we
got to see it on the telly.

I tell you, people don't
believe nothing nowadays

unless they've seen it on the telly.

- Edgar, do you believe in these Martians?

- Be your age, Kitty.

- Good evening.

I'm standing just a few yards

from where the mysterious missile was dug.

Colonel Breen, perhaps you should...

I'm sorry, something's wrong here.

- Now they've gone and mucked it up.

- Funny noises.

- Vision on sound that's all.

Have another drink.

- Yes, I will.

- I'm sorry, something
seems to have gone wrong

with our vision.
(phone ringing)

- You must get away from here.

I tell you, this could
be dangerous, get back!

Get back!

Constable, get these men back from here.

Get back!

What's he doing there?

Constable, get that man out of here!

- Stop panicking!

Pull yourselves together!

- Don't panic!

- Got to make a report.

- Sir, you must get away from here.

Sir!

- Quatermass, Quatermass!

Don"t you know me?

- Roney.

- That's better.

Go on, sit down.

Here.

It's no way to serve decent whisky,

but we're a bit low on glasses.

Now get that inside you.

- You stopped me?

- That's right, I stopped you.

You were being carried along,
so I thought I'd better.

- Were they people?

- What?

Of course they were.

- Don't you feel it?

- Feel what?

- Here, anything?

- No.

- Perhaps some are immune, some few.

- I was just leaving the Institute,

I heard shouting in the distance.

- It was what I was afraid of.

The thing got a huge intake of energy.

The very substance of it
seemed to be coming alive,

and then,

and then you can't see
this world any longer!

- It's like that now?

- No, not so bad now.

- Quieter.

Was there anybody left there?

- Breen.

It's changing, I can feel it.

It's getting stronger.

- Quatermass.

No!

Quatermass, no!

It's taking possession of you.

Fight it.

Fight it!

Can you hear what I'm saying?

Think, man, think.

Use your brain, your memory.

Keep hold!

- Yes.

My name is Bernard Quatermass,
professor of physics,

controller, British Experimental Group.

At present, engaged in, engaged in...

I wanted to kill you.

I could have done without moving.

Without trying.

I knew that, and I would have done.

- Why?

Did you know why?

- Because you are different.

I could feel that you had to be destroyed.

Destroyed.

Listen!

- Animals, they're killing the animals.

- No, not only animals.

This is the image that
was buried in the hull.

The compulsion to preserve their colony.

Destroy all that didn't belong to it.

Draining the whole energy of London

to turn it into a Martian colony.

- They can't possibly, after so long.

- They can, I can feel it.

See it, see them.

- Resist it, you must!

Come on.

We've things to do maybe nobody else can.

It's the Devil, the horned Devil.

Don't look at it!

Over there.

Mass into energy.

- The focus of all that's
happening, the cause.

Oh, God!

God!

What can we do?

Roney, what can we do?

- Mass into energy, the fundamental law.

It must be.

- What?

- The Devil's enemy was iron.

It might make sense if it were possible

to project a mass of metal into it,

connected to the ground.

- Discharge it to the Earth?
- Yes.

- No, it's too simple.

- But it's what they'd never allow for,

even that scrap of knowledge

in minds that were free to use it.

- That crane.

I'll try.

- No.
- Yes!

- You'll have to go round and stop her.

- Huh?

- You'll have to go round and stop her.

- Barbara!?

Roney!

Roney.