Night of the Big Heat Page #3

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and I'm not going any further.

All right.

But I'll tell you one thing.

I've had enough of Hanson

creeping around.

I'm going to ask him

what he's up to.

(knocking on the door)

JEFF:
Hanson, are you in there?

(knocking)

Hanson, do you hear me?

I can't talk now.

Go away.

Open this door! Hanson,

open this door, or I'll kick it down!

No. Give me a moment.

What are you doing?

What's going on?

(knocking)

Hanson!

Hanson!

The door!

Close the door, you idiot!

What do you think you're doing?

Never mind about me.

What are you up to?

This is my hotel

not your bloody laboratory!

I want some explanations, Hanson.

If that's your name.

It is. And I don't owe you

any explanation.

You do if you're using my hotel

as a centre of your activities.

Were you out there to meet

whatever landed tonight?

- Landed?

- You were prowling around out there.

What's this about a landing?

I came to ask questions,

not answer them.

Yes, but this landing,

what was it?

I assure you I can explain,

but this is extremely important.

Well, actually it was my wife

who saw it.

- Go on.

- She heard a whirring noise.

When she looked in its direction

she saw something glowing.

- Yes?

- And she thought she saw it land.

- Where?

- The other side of the hill.

Do you know what it was?

- Well?

- Yes. Yes, I do.

What was it, Hanson?

I don't expect you to believe this,

but for the past week

I've been convinced this island

is the centre of an invasion.

A landing point

for beings from another planet.

(laughing)

Beings from another planet!

Exactly. That's what has caused

this inexplicable heat.

I've heard some yarns from villagers,

but your theory is too much.

I'm not a superstitious villager.

I'm a scientist.

I base my conclusions

on observations of fact.

What do you suppose

I'm doing here?

I've been collecting specimens.

Soil.

Blood of a sheep.

I've been analysing them.

You asked for an explanation, but

you're too dim-witted to accept it.

You've ruined everything

with your crass stupidity. Here...

Perhaps I shouldn't

have broken in like that.

So you've been trying

to photograph these things?

I haven't been "trying",

I did photograph them.

I used a normal lens at first,

but it was ineffective

against the intense light

that emanates from these beings.

Remember that parcel

you collected for me?

It contained this.

An infra red filter.

I experimented with a special camera

and placed it...

HANSON:
Here. I used a mirror

reflector and rigged up the shutter

to be triggered by anything

crossing its line of vision.

- And something did come through?

- Yes, it did!

I was developing the picture

when you burst into the room.

It would've given me the proof

I so desperately need.

Then what you've told me so far

is pure conjecture?

- Cinders?

- Incinerated by whatever was here.

The same happened to the sheep.

They were burned to death.

There's been

some sort of incineration,

but it doesn't have to be

a being from another planet.

I've analysed that, Callum.

It was burned

by a high frequency heat,

more intense than anything

we can produce,

even under strict laboratory

conditions.

There's only one place

where that kind of heat exists.

Out there,

where the cosmic gases ferment

and generate a heat greater

than anything we can imagine.

That's where those beings

must come from.

If you're right, how are

they getting here? Where are they?

If we knew, we could destroy them

before it's too late.

Tell me, has anybody else

heard this whirring noise?

Yes, Bob did. In the lane,

over by the gravel pits.

Somewhere in this area.

(dog barking)

(whistles)

(whistling)

JEFF:
Here, boy.

What's the matter?

Callum!

Come on.

I've found it.

Callum, look.

This doesn't affect you at all!

I appreciate how you feel.

I know he was a friend of yours,

but that won't do any good now.

Look.

Every particle of energy

has been sucked out of it.

Hanson... We've got to warn people.

They should be told.

No, not yet.

You forced your way in on me.

You had to know, didn't you?

Now you're going to do

what I say.

The authorities have

dismissed me as a crank,

just like you did.

But I must have evidence,

and I would've got it if you hadn't

destroyed that photograph.

I need time to complete my tests.

- How much time?

- Two or three hours.

As for warning the villagers,

we must avoid injecting fear

into an already dangerous situation.

Callum, have you noticed something?

This heat,

at this time of night

it should be getting cooler,

but it's building up.

- It's getting hotter, Frankie.

- I think you're right, it is.

- There you are.

- Thanks, my dear.

Oh, what an atmosphere.

They've probably heard

about Ben Siddle.

I think I'd better finish

that typing, Mrs. Callum.

No wonder the temperature's up.

Who's been hiding her?

Beer, Hanson?

Frankie, pull me a lager.

- Is something wrong?

- No, nothing.

- Jeff, I know you.

- There's nothing wrong!

I'm sorry, it's this damned heat

that's making me jumpy.

We've been getting on

each other's nerves too.

That's why I came here.

That shows how hot it is.

JEFF:
Smash the bottles!

All of them!

- I'll get the first aid kit.

- I'll get it. You'll never find it.

What on earth's going on out there?

The heat exploded the bottles.

It's unbearable, isn't it?

- Here we are.

- Don't touch me.

I only want to put

a plaster on your arm.

- Let Ken do it.

- What's the matter?

Let it go, Callum.

This heat is bound to lead

to irrational behaviour. I'll do it.

(typewriter)

(cries out)

I'll get Dr. Stone.

Come on, Tinker.

Back to the pub.

It's all right. Come on.

That's it.

It was Tinker. He jumped me.

Come on.

(high pitched whirring)

(screams)

Callum, come here.

Look at the gas cylinder. It's split

open, just like the car battery.

Completely drained of every ounce

of energy.

Tinker? It's impossible. I can't

believe he'd do a thing like that.

Not under normal circumstances, but

these are not normal circumstances.

If this heat goes on increasing,

it could drive us all insane.

The body isn't equipped for such

pressure. The glands will fail.

Then, it's only a matter of time

before the brain is affected.

A logical conclusion,

but we should keep it to ourselves.

That's what Hanson keeps saying.

Two men have been killed.

- Two?

- Who's been killed?

- How's the girl?

- She's all right.

Who's been killed?

Will someone tell me

what's going on?

I'm afraid Tinker's met

with an accident.

Jeff, who else is dead?

You mentioned two.

- Bob Hayward.

- Bob! How?

It was an accident.

- Accident? He was...

- Callum, calm down.

These creatures are killing God knows

how many, and that's your answer?

Creatures?

What do you mean, creatures?

- He shouldn't have told you.

- What do you know that I don't?

He claims we're being attacked

by creatures from another planet.

Claims? What do you mean?

You've seen them?

Bob Hayward and Tinker did.

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