The Quatermass Xperiment Page #2

Move it in there as close as possible.

We're gonna open the rocket door

from here by remote control.

When the door opens,

when I give you the signal.

I want every hose turned full

force around that entrance.

Now you got it?

Oh, that thing's still as hot

as the base, I don't know.

If you start pumping water...

Don't argue with me.

I know what I'm doing.

I hope so, sir.

- Major.

- Sir.

I want this whole field cleared.

When they come out of the rocket,

I want absolutely no one on the field.

Do you understand?

No one.

Don't worry, sir.

There's someone alive in there.

We don't know what condition they'll be.

So you better get everything out.

Oxygen, morphine, glucose...

Well, now it's up to you.

Keep your eye on me.

I'll give you the signal.

- All set?

- Set, sir.

Start it up.

Let me know when you're

minus 10 the pressure.

Right, sir.

Minus ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

Zero.

Turn off the water.

- It's Mr Carroon.

- Victor!

- Victor, darling!

- Get them into the ambulance!

- What about the others?

- Darling.

Green! Reichenheim!

What happened son?

The access chamber, there's more inside.

Quick, the manual control.

Where are the others?

This thing works?

It's free, sir.

- They are not there.

- Not there. What do you mean not there?

I mean they're not in the

rocket, either one of them.

- Oh, that's impossible. They must be!

- He's right, sir. They're gone.

- The pressure suits?

- Empty.

Still linked. Helmets are still

attached but they're empty.

How the hell could they

possibly have gone out?

If I knew that I wouldn't be

wasting my time trying to find out.

Go bring the camera down.

Do you think the door opened

and they were swept away?

If the door had opened

it'd be registered here.

No, that door has not

been opened, till now.

What are you just trying to tell me?

I'm not trying to tell you anything.

Let the camera do that.

I'm afraid the camera

can't tell us anything.

Are they all right?

Something happened.

They're not there.

Victor!

Where is Green?

Where's Reichenheim?

- What happened?

- Please, not now.

Quatermass!

He is in no condition to talk.

He's in truth still in a state of shock!

He must be treated.

He's got to talk first. He's got

to tell me what happened!

Gordon!

What is it Victor?

What is it?

He said "help me".

That's all he said.

"Help me".

SPACE ROCKET:

SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENT SUCCESSFUL

ROCKET LANDS AT NIGHT IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

WHY THE SECRECY?

QUATERMASS:

NO TO A POLICE INVESTIGATION

METROPOLITAN POLICE

FORENSIC LABORATORY

- You get it?

- Yes, sir.

Good.

Alright, so he's just making any...

but he got a lump state with the wife.

Any special reason?

Uh huh, my favourite day of the month.

Payday.

Oh, I'm a big man on payday.

Yes, sir.

- See the papers?

- Quatermass?

Still to get up for the police.

How dare he take

fingerprints from a sick man?

There's nothing else they could do?

He couldn't talk, couldn't

answer any questions.

Thought it would be might

as well get his prints.

You never know.

No, you never know.

He's a weird one, alright.

Skin it...

just like shaking hands

with a piece of ice.

Sergeant, that's no way

to talk about a public hero.

Come in.

A Mr Quatermass to see you, sir.

Well, speaking of public heroes.

- Alright, bring him in..

- Yes, sir.

Quatermass, heh?

This is what's known as

penetrating into enemy territory.

- Inspector Lomax.

- I'm Lomax.

This is Sergeant Best.

Won't you sit down?

I'll come direct to

the point, Inspector.

I will not have your men

coming into my research center

and treating Victor Carroon as though

he were a pathological criminal.

- No, he...

- He's a sick man, Inspector.

He's been through an ordeal

that very few man could survive.

Two men didn't survive it,

did they Mr Quatermass?

What exactly do you mean by that?

I wish you'd sit down.

If I sit and you stand, I'm being

rude. I'm longing to sit down.

You see, Mr Quatermass,

I'm an old-fashion sort of chap.

I don't know much about

rockets or travelling in space.

I don't read science fiction,

I'm a plain simple bible man.

I have a routine mind, and

I have to do routine things.

Such as fingerprinting

an unconscious man.

When 3 men take off in a

rocket and only one comes back

in our reckoning that leaves minus 2.

And minus 2 puts us in an embarrassing

position having to investigate plus 1.

Now whether he is conscious,

unconscious or a gibbering idiot.

Fine. I guess that can save

you a lot of time, Inspector

with your so called investigation.

I have here, the particulars

on all 3 members of the crew.

Charles Green, Ludwig

Reichenheim, Victor Carroon.

You'll find everything there, Inspector.

Medical histories, personal descriptions,

academic achievements, professional

activities, politics and even fingerprints.

Well, that is very thoughtful of you.

There is only one investigation

likely to serve any good purpose

in this situation, Inspector.

That's the scientific one.

I'm sure even you will

agree, that between us,

I am the best qualified

for that assignment.

Good day, Inspector, Sergeant.

Well, we might all well say

we've been given a ride.

Yes, sir.

It's absolutely unbelievable.

It just isn't clinically possible that

his heart should just pump like this.

Pulse, blood pressure the same.

Impossibly low.

He shouldn't be alive but he is.

Can't you do something to

increase the metabolic rate?

Tried everything.

No effect.

I never knew pressure

effects to last this long.

Well, these aren't

just pressure effects.

Take a look at his face,

take a look at the skin.

Anyway, here on the shoulder.

Feel it.

Swollen, coarsened.

Yes, and that's not all either.

Look at the contour of the face.

You mean the bone structure?

Yes, it could be rather limp, but

not about the shape of the bones.

There's been a change,

I'm convinced of that.

Is he any better?

He's coming along fine.

If only he'd say something.

Give us a sign that he's thinking,

that he knows we're here.

He knows, Judith.

He knows we're trying to help him.

What is happening to him?

Well, that's what

we're trying to find out.

Shouldn't he be in a hospital?

- That's exactly where he should be.

- Briscoe!

I can't take this

responsibility any longer.

I haven't got the proper

equipment here to do the right tests.

He belongs in a hospital.

Well, I suppose you're right.

I suppose you're both right.

He does belong in a hospital.

But can a hospital do

more than you can do?

Would a hospital know what

goes on out there in space?

On the other side of the earth,

it's a whole new would out there.

A wilderness, uncharted.

And he's been there and come back.

He's got the map.

Unlock his mind for me, Briscoe,

and find it. I know you can do it.

It isn't just the...

I know the strain and

tension you've been under.

But to stop now, when we're so close.

On the brink of something tremendous.

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