The Quatermass Xperiment Page #3

The very fringe of

some great discovery.

We can't stop now, Briscoe.

Besides, it's our only chance to

learn what happened to the others.

At the hospital you have almost...

Does the hospital know how to deal with a

man who's been exposed to rocket radiation?

- It is that she knows that...

- Or the effects of pressure

at 1500 miles up?

During flight training it took 7 times the

force of gravity without even a headache.

We know that.

But would a hospital know it?

Well, I'll try another

transfusion, see if that will help.

Thanks.

You'll stay with him, won't you Judith?

He needs you.

Victor.

I am going to move him into the office.

We can make him more comfortable in there.

- Would you help me, please?

- Of course.

Thank you for all you're doing, Gordon.

Aye, I only wish I could do more.

The solution is elementary,

my dear Inspector.

Victor Carroon killed the two men,

removed their pressure suits,

pushed their bodies out into space and

then linked the suits together again.

- Now, what do you want?

- Two things.

Number 1, I want to return these files.

Green, Reichenheim, Carroon.

- Very interesting. Carroon...

- Number 2?

Well, I want you to give

me your solemn word...

Well Inspector, I'm a very busy man.

Now look sir, nobody

ever wins a cold war.

One of us must come

over to the other side.

You don't want to come over to mine.

I'm not proud, I'll come over to yours.

Solemn word about what?

That these were Carroon's fingerprints.

Of course they were.

Everybody in... gets fingerprinted.

What are you getting at?

Ahh, to be quite honest,

I don't quite know, sir.

Nothing unusual about these.

These are the fingerprints

we took off Carroon last night.

What about them?

Compare them.

- Is this a joke?

- This is no joke, sir.

The man who took those had his

training in the fingerprint section,

second nature to him.

But these prints aren't even...

human.

Yes. Yeah.

You found what?

I'll be right there.

Well, wherever you're going, I might

as well keep you company, mightn't I?

Thank you.

Very nice of you.

Mr Lionel has checked the

specification of the wiring.

Right there.

Can you get at it?

No.

It's right in a crevice.

Hand me the samples spoon in that box.

Any more of it?

Yes sir, lots.

On the left, by the rivet there.

Mind if we have a

sample for our people?

Sure, we'll give you a sample.

Briscoe, what do you think it is?

I do not know a thing, I'm not sure.

I've been in this thing all night.

I smell there's such thing

around the whole town.

Can I have that lamp?

You got the same bright

thoughts that I have?

Something happened in here.

Something beyond our

understanding at the moment.

If I only knew where to begin.

- Maybe the film will help?

- Film?

Guess the lab should

have developed it by now.

I thought you told me

the camera was smashed.

It was rather damaged but

I managed to get the film out.

Why didn't you tell me?

The lab said they didn't know

if they could develop it or not.

They've got to develop it.

You get right down to that laboratory

and tell them they've

got to develop that film!

- Yes, sir.

- And I'll have no delays or excuses!

Tell them to get the best

process man in the company!

Tell them to get anybody they want,

but I've got to have that film.

Right, sir.

This is one frankly

I don't want to miss.

Well?

It's harmless, it's organic, it's jelly.

End of analysis.

No definite identification?

It might conceivably represent

the dead remnants of cell tissue.

- What sort of cell tissue?

- Could be animal, could be human.

- Human?

- Could have been.

- Do you know what you're saying?

- I know what I'm thinking.

Are you sure it's not

some sort of plant cell?

Positive.

You mean to say that you're

asking me to believe that

that is the remains

of two human beings?

I'm not asking you to believe anything.

You asked a question, I answered it.

Does she know?

No, it's the best sleep

she's had in nights.

What about the police analyst?

What do they say?

No report through yet.

But I don't doubt it will be the same.

It's almost beyond human understanding.

Some fantastic invisible force...

converted two men into...

jelly.

- Is that the slide?

- That's the slide.

I'm about to call it a day, Quatermass.

- Beyond this I'm a...

- Gordon!

Alright, get him up.

No, wait a minute.

His hand,

another change.

Get him back to bed.

Look what's happening to his skin

in just the last few moments.

I'll go and get him a sedative.

You've done it to him.

He'd been better off if he'd been

killed and stayed out there.

Judith!

You've destroyed him like you

destroyed everything else you've touched.

Destroyed him?

I've brought him back, I've saved him!

Saved him for what?

For further experiments?

I can help him more than

you or anyone else can.

There's no room for personal

feelings in science, Judith.

Some of us have a mission.

You should be very

proud to have a husband

who's willing to risk his life for the

betterment of the whole world.

What world? Your world?

The world of Quatermass!

I have sent for an ambulance.

He's going to the Central Clinic.

Alright Briscoe.

Send them to the clinic.

But I want them to have

complete isolation, you understand.

Complete isolation.

No one is to see them.

No one,

until I say so.

We've tried three

different grade of stock,

developed each one to its

higher gamma as possible

and still it's made no difference.

- Look at this. It's grainy and dark.

- All I want is a print!

Well, we don't like any print

that isn't up to standard.

Is there a picture of it?

Oh, there's a picture alright.

But you can see how dull and grainy...

I don't care how dull and grainy

it is. I must have this now.

It could be altitude, or an

extreme change of temperature,

or penetration of cosmic rays.

Fine, fine.

I'll tell him that.

Well, I don't know what

the old man will say.

Listen, you tell your old

man that our old man says

if he didn't get this print

he'd dynamite the building.

I can't tell the Ministry this.

They'll think I lost my senses.

That's exactly why you

must tell them nothing.

Now you see why I must have

absolute authority to isolate Carroon.

But every newspaper in town has got a

story on him being admitted into the clinic.

They'll want to know why

and what's happened to him

on what's happened to the others.

- Alright, do you want to tell him?

- But not telling them won't stop the panic.

What they don't know

won't start a panic.

- Inspector, what about the police analysis?

- The same, Mr Blake.

Well, what's the next move?

Oh, we've agreed to isolation. There isn't

anything we can do until we know more.

Yeah?

The film is ready.

- See that Marsh, it works!

- Yes, sir.

- What works?

- Automatic prism.

It touch on the panel reading.

What? Is that all?

Once in the observation zone, the camera's

geared to cut out at regular intervals.

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