Unearthly Stranger

John".

In a little while,

I expect to die...

to be killed...

by something...

you and I know is here.

Visible -

yet moving unseen, amongst us all,

each moment of the day and night.

There were times when

you thought I was insane -

but listen to this tape, I beg you,

so that you know what

it is you have to fight.

Or is it too late?

Even if I'd known what I know now,

could I - or anyone - have

held back... the terror?

- Morning, Professor.

- Good morning, Alec.

- Good morning, sir.

- Morning.

- Morning, Miss Ballard.

- Good morning, Professor Munroe.

Did you take the lift?

- Certainly not.

- You'll strain your heart, you know.

Baloney.

You'll let me know the

moment the Director gets here?

And ask Dr Davidson to come in

and see me as soon as he arrives.

He's

on holiday, Professor.

But I'll call him in Switzerland

if you like... if it's important.

If it's important?

I have solved the first

part of the formula.

So you get on that phone right away!

- I'm terribly glad. That's marvelous.

- Well, let me know the moment the Director gets here.

I can't wait to see his face.

The autopsy report called

it haemorrhage of the brain,

but it seemed to me as if an explosion had

taken place right in the middle of his head.

Blood vessels on the base of the

spine completely destroyed. Hm.

Is this all the report consists of

- these isolated facts?

- Would you like a sweet?

- No, thank you.

No marks on the skin, no bruising?

Here are those red marks like blotches that Miss

Ballard mentioned, but they quickly disappeared.

It seems to me, and, er...

I'm no medical man...

but it seems to me that the damage was caused by

some electrical force giving off a tremendous heat.

But what from?

Well, it couldn't have

been the lamp, could it?

You mean the lamp he knocked over?

If it was anything electrical, the amount

of power involved was enough for that lamp,

and every lamp in London.

You will find there must

be some logical explanation.

Well, we haven't found it yet.

We really haven't, you know.

Tell me, what are you really up to here?

Our experiments are directed towards the

attempt to harness the power of concentration,

so that we'll be able to project one's

mind with such force, such intensity,

that Man can be where he wants to be

just by using the power of thought.

We believe it will be possible to travel

across time and space simply in one's mind,

and arrive, as poor Munroe used to

say, in the world beyond the stars.

And once you're there, you

believe you can keep yourself safe,

become what you need to become to live in

space, simply through the power of concentration?

Certainly.

By applying the energy from a hitherto unknown source that

lodges in the back of all our minds; the force we call TP 91.

Who discovered that we possess this

"energy force"? Us, or the Americans?

In this kind of work

it's impossible to say...

and, in fact, the formula Munroe was

working on was a small piece of the whole.

We exchange all our information.

Not altogether, you don't.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't suppose I should

tell you this, but I will.

In America in the past few months, somethings

happened that's only known to my department.

Two scientists, both working

on the same problems as you;

both died under the same circumstances

and conditions as Professor Munroe.

Brain blown out of existence,

and this fusion of the neck vertebrae.

But why haven't I been told this before?

We decided to keep quiet about it.

If there's any information,

I have the right to know -

especially where the safety

of my staff is concerned.

You've absolutely no right to

take such a high-handed attitude.

Lancaster, we're both doing a similar

job here, looking after the staff.

I do mine by seeing that they're safe, and what

they're working on doesn't fall into the wrong hand.

And what else do you know?

Are my staff in danger

from the other side?

Was Professor Munroe killed by

something they have and we haven't?

We've had a report from Russia, too.

At least one of their scientists, and possibly

more, have died from the same unknown causes.

They suspect us.

Marvelous. And where do we go from here?

I don't know, except I have orders to

set up all the security measures here.

Oh, no... more identity cards, more

guards, double locks on double locks.

Where's it going to stop? Why we can't just be allowed

to get on with our jobs is beyond my comprehension.

Shall we go and have a word

with your new chief, Dr Davidson?

After all, he had more to gain here than

anyone else by Professor Munroe's death.

He had no idea he'd be my choice.

And I've known Mark for fifteen years.

What a lovely view you have here!

He recently got married,

didn't he? What's she like?

- I've never met her.

- Really?

After fifteen years of friendship? I should've thought

you'd have been amongst the first to kiss the bride.

Shall we have Dr Davidson in now?

I think not.

Let's surprise him. I like to take people off

their guard. Gives them less time to think.

Are you coming?

Hope we're not disturbing you, Mark, but Major Clarke

wants to ask some questions about your new wife.

My apologies, Dr Davidson, but for the sake of red

tape, without which I should be extremely unemployed...

it's my fault. I've been meaning to ring you but

I've been terribly busy taking over, you know.

Not to worry.

I'm sorry, I should have notified

you officially about my marriage.

Is this her photograph?

Well, it's not my mother.

Have you another photograph? It

would brighten up my files considerably.

Very beautiful.

She's a... alien, isn't she?

She was born in Switzerland.

How are you managing?

Well, I don't know which is more unnerving -

working on this projector being a brand-new husband.

As a confirmed bachelor

I'd rather face the unknown

than a face covered in cold cream at

night and pin curlers over breakfast.

As a confirmed bachelor you

seem to know a lot about it.

When you're less busy, perhaps you could let

me have the details of your wife's background.

Well, I don't suppose I'll be able to help very much.

I only met her a couple of weeks ago in Switzerland.

Oh. Well, perhaps you could get her to give me her parents' name, and so on

- you know the drill.

Tomorrow some time?

Oh, by the way, my department has finished with Professor

Munroe's room, so you're free to move in when you please.

I'll have a word with you, Lancaster.

Lancaster, the information I

gave you about the American...

I've put the, er, minutes of that

meeting on your desk, Professor.

Oh, thank you.

...about the American

and Russian scientists...

who died under the same

circumstances as Professor Munroe;

I must ask you not to pass this on

- especially to Dr Davidson.

If his life is in any kind of

danger he has the right to know.

When the right time comes he'll be told.

- And did you tell Professor Munroe?

- No.

Hadn't the right time come?

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