Night of the Big Heat Page #5

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Yes. The aerial must've been

screened by the pit.

I've discovered something

very important.

They're attracted to light.

To them, it's a source of energy.

Turn out all your lights.

Do you hear?

Yes, I hear you.

Is there anything else?

No, I'm going on now.

I'll drive without lights.

I'll contact you when I get

to the station.

Thank God he's all right.

He must've seen the creatures

themselves.

I wonder how many there are.

I'll get the orange juice.

How long do you think

he'll take to get there?

Not long...

If he gets through.

(high pitched whirring)

(volume increases)

(screaming)

He ought to be there by now.

- Why doesn't he contact us?

- Jeff, don't panic, please.

If it's possible to get through,

he'll manage.

How do you know? How do you know

he's not dead as well?

It's only five miles to the point.

He ought to be arriving

any moment.

Intermediate frequency.

Range four...

Four miles? No wonder

we haven't heard from him.

If he's at the Met station,

he's out of range.

What do we do if he's out of range?

Do we just wait?

- I can't stand it another minute!

- I want to get away too.

- We must go to the Met station.

- Anything's better than this.

We'll take your car.

I know a short cut. Come on, darling.

I'll drive.

I know the way.

We were in the office

when the lights blew.

We heard the explosion

and found the operator.

We got him to the wardroom

but he was dead. Burnt to death.

That explains it.

That finally explains it.

Would you mind letting us in

on the secret?

Simple. Your station is the means

by which these beings got here.

This station?

You must be aware that we've been

sending out high frequency impulses

to explore space.

Bouncing signals off stars?

Exactly. To us, these impulses

are useful, but quite harmless.

But to these beings,

they represent a life force.

- I see.

- Do you?

We attracted them, but that doesn't

explain how they got here.

It's quite obvious, isn't it?

They must've homed in

on your scanner.

These beings are composed of high

frequency impulses in heat form.

They transfer like any form

of high frequency.

They transferred here

like a TV picture,

from a transmitter to a receiver.

- Using our scanner as a receiver.

- Exactly.

- Then they materialised on Earth.

- Materialised?

In the same way

as a satellite TV picture.

It starts in space as a signal

and then materialises.

Do you realise what you're saying?

The Earth's surface is dotted

with TV and radar scanners.

If these beings succeed,

they'll heat up the whole surface.

Earth will be just another

hot planet.

Like so many others

in the constellation.

We've got to stop them. We must

destroy them before they destroy us.

- Have you got any explosives?

- No.

Just a couple of revolvers

and some ammo.

- We've got some flare guns.

- Get them.

Wait, the quarry.

There'll be gelignite there.

- Anybody there you can contact?

- Like hell. I'll get it myself.

I'll be glad to apologise

if we succeed. I'll take the van.

Whatever you do,

don't forget:
Drive without lights.

I'm getting to be quite a criminal.

She's slowing down.

She'll blow any moment.

Come on, damn you.

Keep going.

(whirring)

It's that noise again.

I can hear it.

- Angela.

- Is she all right?

I missed her. But only just.

She heard you coming and panicked.

Have you seen Hanson?

- He's at the station.

- Good.

They got to us.

- Anyone hurt?

- Yes, the operator. Burnt to death.

Are you all right?

She's put the car in the ditch.

KEN:
I'll give you a hand.

Here, sit down.

Under the wheel.

Right, start her up.

All right, push.

Put her in reverse.

I'll take Angela with me.

It'll lighten your load.

Right.

- Have you contacted the mainland?

- No.

Here, Frankie.

Here we are.

Fine. Tie them in bundles

of three like I told you.

This is the plan.

We split up into two groups.

- Is that a good idea?

- It's essential.

You know the hayricks

out on the point?

Foster and I will go up there

and I'll set fire them.

Wait. You said these creatures

were attracted by light.

It'll bring them out into the open.

Foster will intercept them with

the dynamite. I'll double back.

- What'll we do?

- Go to the top of the cliff.

As soon as the fires are alight,

use the flares to alert the mainland.

- There's nothing else we can do?

- Has anybody got any better ideas?

It'll take us 15 minutes

to get to the hayricks.

When you spot my first flare,

it's your signal to move.

Foster.

Remember, 15 minutes.

Can you see them?

Why do you think Hanson

split us into two groups?

If he and Foster fail,

it'll be up to us.

That's what I thought.

He's a peculiar chap,

but he's got guts.

Angela seems to be taking it badly.

If things get tough,

will you look after her?

- Then I can take care of Frankie.

- Sure.

That's it. Let's go.

(high pitched whirring)

Listen.

It's coming from the meadow.

Come on. We must keep going.

(continuous whirring)

- Jeff!

- I'll get her. Take this.

(volume increases)

(shouting)

Lightning.

Foster!

Foster, get out of there!

Foster!

(screams)

(thunder)

You fool.

You could've run into them!

Let me go. Let me go!

- Leave me alone. Let me go.

- You'll do as I say.

In there. It'll be safe.

Come on.

(thunder)

You little idiot.

Who are you to tell me

what to do? It's my life.

You wouldn't stand a chance

on your own.

At least we have a chance

by sticking together.

I didn't ask you to come after me.

Go back.

And leave you here? Oh, no.

Like it or not, I'm staying.

I hate you. Leave me alone.

Look, I'm just as scared

as you are.

But... Well, we mustn't give up.

We'll find a way.

I know we will.

(thunder clap)

- How many more flares?

- They're the last.

Whatever happens, Frankie,

stay close.

Callum.

The storm, the storm.

(whirring volume increases)

Hanson, run for it!

Run!

Run!

Aaah!

It's no good.

Hanson tried to warn us.

They're all around us.

It's the lightning.

- I can't stand it. I can't...

- Stop it! Stop it!

I don't want to kill you, but I will

if I have to. Don't stop me.

- You little fool.

- No, you're the fool.

I'd rather die like this

than be burnt alive.

All right. Go on.

Do it, but kill me first.

You?

Yes. You're right.

It's hopeless, completely hopeless.

So for once,

do something for someone else.

Go on, shoot.

Damn you.

What is it with you?

Don't you think I'm old enough

to take care of myself?

(high pitched whirring)

Look. The rain.

It's killing them.

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