Devil Girl from Mars (1954)

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This is the BBC home service.

Here is the news.

It was announced by

the Home Office today,

that the mysterious noise

heard over a lonely part

of Inverness-shire yesterday,

was caused by a supposed

meteor falling to Earth.

- What's a meteor?

- I don't know, Tommy.

It's a good job it didn't drop

on anyone if you ask me.

Oh, here's your auntie.

Many reports have since come in

regarding an

unidentified white aircraft.

Come on now,

Doris, turn that off.

You can read all about it

in the papers in the morning.

And it's long past

Tommy's bedtime.

Off you go, Tommy.

I'll be up to tuck

you in in 10 minutes.

All right, Auntie.

But Mrs. Jamieson, there's

a meteor dropped near here.

Meteor...

A bit of rock from the sky.

- Tommy.

- Yes, Auntie, I'm going.

I'll be real glad when his

parents come up from London

to take him off my hands.

It's sort of romantic, isn't it?

Coming all that way just

to drop in our back garden.

Oh, you're saying daft.

Mrs. Matthews, in the village,

said it dropped near Auchnahillin.

And that's nearly 40 miles away.

Now get on with your work.

Professor Arnold Hennessey,

the well-known astrophysicist,

has traveled north today to

investigate the mysterious object

and will give a detailed report

to the Home Office of its size...

Professor, if you can

tear yourself away

from your own hero

worship, for just a minute,

maybe you can make

something in this map huh?

I'm no good at reading maps.

Look, you plot stars millions

of miles apart in the heavens,

yet you can't even

read a map of Scotland.

You want to know

something professor?

What?

We are lost.

Marooned in the highlands,

in the depths of winter.

You know, this whole

thing is a waste of time.

I don't believe it will

turn out to be a meteor.

More probably an engine

cowling of an airplane.

Anyway, we're seeing

bonnie Scotland.

Robert Justin, who earlier today

escaped from Sterling

Prison, is still at large.

His description is as follows.

Height, five feet

10 inches, fair hair...

Jamie!

- Yes, m'dear.

- And where are you going?

Just up to the mountains, dear.

Into the lounge bar you

mean, well, you'll stay here.

If you're thirsty, there's

plenty of water in the tap.

- And Doris.

- Yes, Mrs. Jamieson?

- Hurry up with those dishes.

- Yes, Mrs. Jamieson.

Robert.

It isn't Robert now, Doris.

It's Albert, Albert Simpson.

- Have they let you out?

- With my luck?

What a chance.

You've escaped then?

They're after you?

What do you think?

And you came here, why?

I got your letter, Doris.

You said you took

this job to be near me.

That you'd been waiting

for me when I got out.

Well, I'm out.

What can I do?

Give me a bite to eat.

Somewhere to sleep.

You know what you're asking?

I know.

Well, if you'd rather not...

Heavens alive, who are you?

He's on the hiking

tour, Mrs. Jamieson.

Got lost on the moors,

and luckily saw our lights.

My name's Simpson,

Albert Simpson.

You want a room, and a bath?

Well, I don't see your luggage.

- You'll have to pay in advance.

- Oh, I'm sorry I...

Isn't it awful, Mrs. Jamieson?

He's lost his wallet.

He's just been

telling me about it.

There he was,

crossing the stream, and

and and he looks over to

see a fish that's in the water,

and next thing he

knows, his wallets gone.

I'd... I'd be willing to

work for my keep.

Very well, I can't

refuse you hospitality.

I'll find you plenty of

jobs to do, don't worry.

Thanks, thank you very much.

But I warn you, I'm

counting the spoons.

Thanks, Doris.

Like a drop of something?

Those things you wrote.

What were they?

Letters to a dead man?

Here.

I broke out of there 'cause

I couldn't stand it anymore.

- You're hurting me!

- Because I had to see you again.

- You k*lled her.

- It was an accident!

Was it an accident you

married her instead of me?

Don't, Doris, don't.

Take your drink, Albert.

And I'm sorry.

Let's talk of something else.

How've you been, Albert?

How did they treat you in there?

Did you read a lot?

- You used to like reading, Albert.

- Stop it!

Who's staying in this place?

Only Mr. And Mrs. Jamieson

and their little nephew, Tommy.

That was David, he works here.

Gives me the creeps.

Then there's Miss. Prestwick.

Who is she?

Model from London.

Real good looker.

What she's doing in a

place like this I don't know.

- Good evening, Mr. Jamieson.

- Good evening, Miss.

Looks as if we're

going to have a storm.

Indeed it does.

But storm or shine,

you're always

pretty as a picture.

The suit is man tailored

from wool blue grain.

The detail and pockets

being unusually interesting.

Their effects being

enhanced by the

classical simplicity

of the skirt.

You don't say, miss.

The suit may be used

for town or country wear.

Hey, hey, and what

about wear in the Scottish

hotel in the middle of winter.

Jamie!

Coming, my dear!

Mr. Simpson is a new

visitor, miss, just arrived.

What are you, a fisherman?

No, just a hiker.

Your face seems

awfully familiar to me.

Really?

Doris, where's the kitchen?

Through there.

Well.

Extraordinary man.

What does it say?

Loch something that way

and the Bonnie Charlie this way.

- Sounds like a pub.

- We'll take the pub.

And a drink.

- Jamie, you're at it again.

- Yes, m'dear.

Put that down.

The minute my backs turned,

there he is taking a dram.

Jamie, did you hear what I said?

- I put it down dear.

- Aye, I can see you have.

My wife has the most

unpatriotic contempt

for our national beverage, miss.

You should see him when he has

a patriotic head in the morning.

I'll have no patience with you.

Here we are professor.

The Bonnie Charlie.

Look Carter, I'm a very busy man.

I think we should push on ahead.

We could get a good

deal further tonight.

Professor, I've been

driving since daylight.

I'm not moving out of

here until the morning.

All right, all right, but you

won't get much of a story here.

Well, I can always

dream, can't I?

Let's have a couple

of big scotch's.

All right?

We can lock 'em up.

Well, go and see

what they want, Jamie.

Maybe somebody's

come to buy a drink.

Yes, m'dear.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

- Ah, good evening.

- Good evening.

I wonder if you can fix us

up with rooms for tonight.

Oh, well, I don't know

about that, gentlemen...

- This is an inn, isn't it?

- Indeed, aye, it is that, sir.

But you see, were really

closed for the winter.

Except of course for the bar.

Ah, then by all means,

lead us to the bar, Mr...

Jamieson.

- Well, thank you.

- Come in and warm yourself, gentlemen.

This way.

Ah, fire, good.

Yes, and a bar!

This is my wife, gentlemen.

- Oh, how do you do? - How do you do?

- Good evening gentlemen.

M'dear, they want

accommodation for the night.

We lost our way.

We had rooms booked

at Auchnahillin, but...

Well, that's 40 miles away.

You can't drive as

far at this time of night.

And most of my rooms are closed.

But, well, I'll see

what I can do.

Oh, thank you very much.

You won't find everything

as it should be, mind.

But the beds are good.

Well, I expect you'd both

like something to eat?

What I need most is a drink.

Of course, I'll serve

you myself, sir.

You'll do nothing

of the sort, Jamie.

I'll send Doris to

look after the bar.

You go and get the

bags out of the car.

Yes, m'dear.

- Why, hello.

- Good evening.

My name is Carter,

Michael Carter.

I'm a correspondent

on the Daily Messenger.

Oh, really?

I write a weekly article,

you probably read it.

Oh, probably not, I

don't read the Messenger.

Oh, well, such is fame.

You're not the landlord's

daughter, you're a guest.

But from where? And why

here, in the depths of winter?

Now there is an

interesting clue.

Mot many girls drink

tomato juice unless...

Unless what?

Unless they're afraid

of putting on weight.

I know, you're an air hostess.

So you're not an air hostess.

- Who are you?

- I'm Doris.

I'm Michael. I should like a very

large whiskey and a very small soda.

Possibly this lady

would like another of...

Oh, Miss Prestwick

only drinks tomato juice.

Hello there, Mr. Jamieson.

Professor, join me in a drink.

Miss Prestwick is avoiding me.

Oh...

I'm not at all surprised.

How do you do? My name is

Hennessy, Professor Hennessy. - Hi.

The professor would like a scotch.

Mr. Jamieson, what about you?

Oh, thank you, I'll

have a wee scotch too.

Professor Hennessy,

that's it, the radio.

You were on the 9 o'clock news.

Something about you coming

up here to look for Thunderbolt.

Well, of course there's

no secret about it.

Thank you.

The Home Office has

asked me to investigate

a meteor that's evidently

fallen near Auchnahillin.

Mr. Carter here, he's covering

the newspaper side of it.

I'm sure I saw a

flash of light in the sky.

Really?

Just a sh**ting star to

give it its popular name.

Quite a common

phenomena, Miss. Prestwick.

Nothing to worry about.

I've seen them before professor

and this was a

much larger flash.

When a matter such as

the one I'm investigating

gets reported in

the newspapers well,

naturally people start

imagining all sorts of things.

You mean I thought I saw

something that wasn't there.

Well, you probably

exaggerated its size.

Come on, have a drink with me.

That's it.

Oh, welcome back

to the happy circle.

Well, let's all have

a drink, on me.

No! This time it's on the house.

It's not every day we have

a distinguished professor

from London, a writer

for the newspapers, and

a right bonnie

lassy staying with us.

Drinks on the house!

Jamie, what did you say?

It's a good thing

supper's ready.

Take your places, please?

Right!

I hope you won't

mind eating here,

but it's the only room

we're able to keep

properly heated in the winter.

- Professor, will you sit there?

- Oh, thank you.

- Mr. Carter.

- Thank you.

Now, I'm sure you're all

going to like my Scotch broth.

I'm sure we will.

You've come a long way just to see a

wee bit metal from the skies, Mr. Carter.

Mr. Carter's editor hopes it

will turn out to be a flying saucer.

Journalists.

Come now, professor,

don't be too hard on us.

Newspapers are published every day.

We've got to fill with something you know?

So, a couple of spaceships

would come in very useful.

Exclusive to the Messenger.

Crude, but correct.

Thank you.

Scotland of all places, the

home of the Loch Ness monster.

Ah, I won't hear a word

against that decent animal.

No, it did Scotland a

power of good, man.

I saw it with my own two eyes.

Aye, that was the time you

saw two monsters, Jamie.

Now where's the bread? I

told that young man to bring it.

Albert.

Oh, there you are.

Well come in, come in.

Well...

What is it?

I know you.

I don't think so.

Doris, be careful

what you're doing, girl.

That's Albert

Simpson Mr. Carter.

He's... he's a guest here.

Is that so?

And very welcome too,

isn't he, Mrs. Jamieson?

Maybe he won't be so welcome

when you know who he really is.

Don't you read the papers?

Don't you listen to the radio?

He...

- What is it?

- I don't know.

Come on, professor.

I'll go too, m'dear.

You and Miss

Prestwick best stay here.

We can't get any

closer, it's white hot.

- Where are you going Carter?

- I'm gonna telephone!

- What is it?

- I've got to get to the phone!

What's happened,

what's going on?!

- What is it Mr. Carter?

- Hello, hello!

- Mr. Carter what is it?

- Hello, hello!

What's the

matter with this thing?

Hello, hello!

Mr. Carter.

Hello, hello!

It's an aircraft, like nothing

I've ever seen before!

- Hello hello!

- What do you mean?

Hello hello!

It's like something

from another planet!

Professor, professor,

what do you make of it?

That-that thing out there.

I must confess, I'm

completely baffled.

Beyond the fact that

it's some kind of plane, or

high-velocity m*ssile.

Or spaceship!

That I'm very

reluctant to believe.

But professor it looks

like a flying saucer!

Now, now, now,

now, we mustn't let our

imaginations run away with us.

I quite agree with

you, professor.

You'll see, the

proper authorities will

be here directly

to take it away.

I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

- Where's Albert gone?

- Who?

- Albert Simpson.

- Oh, yes, I guess he's taking

the opportunity to get

out while the goings good.

What do you mean?

I mean that Simpsons'

real name is Robert Justin.

The m*rder*r that

escaped Sterling Jail.

- He's not a m*rder*r.

- Isn't he?

The jury thought so.

Hello.

Hello, hello!

Here I am with a

flying saucer in my lap,

not to mention an

escaped convict,

and I can't get this

phone to work! Hello!

Professor, how do

you think it looks now?

It's red hot.

That means it'll be

at least two hours

before we can go near it.

Mr. Jamieson, how far

is the nearest phone?

Seven miles.

How far is the village?

Seven miles, that's where

the house with the phone is.

Well, I'm going right there.

You coming professor?

Yes, the Home Office should

be informed of this without delay.

Come!

- Mr. Carter!

- Yes.

Mr. Carter, I know

it sounds silly but

I don't like to be

left here on my own.

Oh, you'll be all right,

we won't be long.

All right, professor.

Who's there?

Anyone there?

- Anyone...

- Don't...

- Don't scream, please!

- It's you.

- Go away from me, go away.

- It's all right.

I don't want to harm

you, you or anyone else.

What are you doing out here?

I don't know, I just had to

get out of there while I could.

Please, don't give me away.

I must say you don't

look dangerous. - I'm not.

Believe me, I've never hurt

anyone in my whole life on purpose.

- Mr. Carter said that you...

- I know and he was right in a way,

but he doesn't know

what really happened.

Well...

It's none of my business, and

I'm far more frightened

of that thing out there.

Thanks.

You know,

when I first met you I thought

you were pretty stuck up, but

you're not.

You're a really nice person.

Well, I've got to

get out of here.

You poor thing.

You're really far more

frightened than I am.

Haven't you got any friends?

I've got one.

Well, you better

go now, and thanks.

Good luck.

We've spent a lot

of time together in

this kitchen, Jamie,

over the years.

Yes, m'dear.

It's all right,

m'dear, I'm with ye.

I know, and I'm glad of it.

Bob.

Bob.

I thought you'd gone.

Where is everyone?

The professor and Mr. Carter

have gone down to the village.

That reporter, did he say

what he's gonna do about me?

I don't know, but I'm sure he'd

turn you in if he got the chance.

- He won't get it.

- Why did you come back?

Why didn't you go

when you could?

Because, well,

because I couldn't

leave you just like that.

- Come on, I've got an idea.

- What is it?

Don't do that.

Someone might see it.

- What is this?

- You're staying here.

No, no, I can't do that.

- Why not?

- It's the risk you'd be taking.

If they found out

you've been hiding me

you know what it would mean.

Prison for you too.

But no one's gonna

look for you here.

That reporter

thinks you've gone.

They'll never give up

looking for me, Doris.

But you won't be you, silly.

We'll make you look different.

Maybe you could grow a mustache.

You'd look nice with

the mustache, Albert.

And then what?

Well, perhaps we

could go abroad.

Just the two of us.

Ireland.

You don't have to have

a passport for Ireland.

You know, when you

came back tonight,

I was frightened.

I didn't know.

But now I do know.

What do you know, Doris?

That I love you.

I've always loved you.

I've got to go now.

Is the tank full?

The tank is full. I've checked

the carburetor and ignition.

This car is perfect,

I can't understand it!

Just like the telephone.

Well, what's to be done now?

Do we walk to the village?

Professor, I think

we'll stick around here.

Yes, you may be right.

We otherwise we may

miss something important.

Come on, let's go inside and

not stand freezing out here.

This way.

I'll try that phone again.

Doris, fix us up a couple

of big scotches, will ya?

Hello.

Hello, hello.

Doris.

Hello.

Doris, what's the matter, girl?

Michael.

- Come over here a minute.

- Huh?

What's the matter?

What do you make of this?

She can't see us.

She can't hear us.

Doris. Doris!

- What's wrong with her?

- Her pulse is racing.

She's had some

kind of severe shock.

What's the explanation?

Hypnosis perhaps, or...

Or what?

Something to do with

that thing out there?

No, that's absurd.

I tell you that's absurd.

What?

Who are you?

My name is Nyah.

Where do you come from?

Mars.

Mars.

But that's preposterous.

You men on Earth are

much as we expected.

We scientists were

always skeptical

about the possibility

of life from Mars, but

certainly nothing so human.

- You are a scientist?

- Yes.

You are a very poor

physical specimen.

- You speak English.

- Of course.

You are English, aren't you?

What other language

should I speak?

- You speak other languages?

- I speak them all.

- You pick up our radio?

- Of course.

Is this the first time

any of your spaceships

have landed on this Earth?

Yes, this is the first landing.

- Why did you land here?

- A miscalculation.

The course was set for London,

but the planet's atmosphere

was thicker than expected.

A part of the ship was torn off.

- The supposed meteor, professor.

- Yes.

Repairs will take

about four Earth hours.

- Are you alone in the ship?

- Johnny is with me.

- Johnny?

- Johnny is a mechanical man.

A robot, with many of the

characteristics of a human.

But improved by

an electronic brain.

The metal from which the

spaceship is constructed

can reproduce itself.

The metal reproduces itself?

Do you realize what she said?

They've turned the

inorganic into the organic.

Just why are

you going to London?

Many of your Earth years ago,

our women were

similar to yours today.

Our emancipation took

several hundred years,

and ended in a

bitter devastating w*r

between the sexes.

The last w*r we ever had.

So you've had wars too?

All inhabited planets

have had wars.

Some have ended by

wiping themselves out.

How?

For every new weapon

invented, a defense was perfected.

Until the ultimate

weapon was developed.

A perpetual motion

chain reactor beam.

Incredible.

What form did it take?

As fast as matter was created,

it was changed by

its molecular structure

into the next dimension

and so destroyed itself.

So there is a fourth dimension.

After the w*r of the Sexes,

women became the rulers of Mars.

But now the male is

fallen into a decline.

The birth rate is

dropping tremendously.

For despite our

advanced science,

we have still found

no way of creating life.

So you've come

here for new blood.

In a way.

But also to test a newly

invented organic metal,

of which my ship is built.

On Mars, some

think I will not return,

that the metal is too unstable.

But when I get back we

will build more spaceships.

Meanwhile, I will select

some of your strongest men

to return with me to Mars.

And if I don't want

to go with you?

There is no, if.

Your philosophy may

not be appreciated.

How do you propose

to subdue London,

or anywhere else

for that matter,

once you to take

your pick of the men?

A simple matter.

The nuclear ship contains

a paralyzer ray mechanism

capable of freezing

all life over a wide area.

- Like you froze me just now?

- Yes.

Michael! Professor!

Don't you understand that

this, this thing from Mars

can destroy all life?

But we must look objectively

on what's happening.

Mars offers the

scientific millennium, now.

This is the turning point

in the history of the world.

Oh, you're back.

Mrs. Jamieson, may I

introduce your latest guest.

Miss Nyah.

She comes from Mars.

Oh, well, that'll

mean another bed.

She's come from where?

From Mars.

Oh, Jamie!

Jamie!

Mr. Jamieson. Where is he?

I'll go after her.

Mrs. Jamieson!

Mrs. Jamieson!

Mrs. Jamieson, what happened?!

It's David, I can't

find him anywhere!

- David, he's vanished!

- Aye, where can he be!?

- Do you think he's gone with Simpson?!

- No.

The lass is right, he'd never

go with Albert Simpson.

But...

- Have you?

- Of course.

- Is he alive?

- No, he was superfluous,

a hopeless specimen.

Do you know what

they do on this Earth

to women just like you?

- Professor, professor, stop him!

Do not try to follow

me, you cannot get help.

Around this house I've

drawn an invisible wall

through which no one

may pass, in or out.

An invisible wall,

I don't believe it.

Well I do. When she went out of

here just now she just vanished!

But that's

absolutely ridiculous!

I'm a scientist. I believe what

my brain tells me to believe.

What I can see with my own eyes.

Even when it's there

and you can't see it professor?

And that explains the car

and the telephone not working.

I'm going to try and

find this invisible wall.

No, professor, no!

Come back, man, come back!

Oh, Mrs. Jamieson,

what's to happen to us?!

To all of us everywhere.

I don't know.

But whatever comes

must be met with courage.

Remember that, and

put your trust in the Lord.

Come on, Jamie,

while we're still alive

we might as well

have a cup of tea.

Oh, it's you.

What are you doing

up here all by yourself?

Well, you can see that

thing better from up here.

Tomato juice girl

wouldn't by any chance

have a scotch around would she?

No, but I've got some brandy.

Here, help yourself.

Oh, thank you.

Why do you do it, Michael?

Do what?

Drink so much.

The girl is as good,

as she is beautiful.

Don't try and be too

clever about things, Michael.

It's like drinking, you know.

Doesn't do any good.

All right, who was it?

Name?

Not important, it isn't a story.

It's a very old story.

He was a dress

designer, very handsome,

very sophisticated...

And very married.

He's the artist and

you're the model.

You better talk about it.

After tonight you may

never have another chance.

If you're so much

in love with him,

why are you hiding from him?

Because it's no good.

Never was and it never will be.

This isn't the first I've run away.

Only he always found me.

As you always hoped he would.

And now I've come

here, to a Scottish inn.

Where he won't find you.

And you know it.

My dear girl, you're

on the way to recovery.

As your friend and

advisor, I tell you,

you may now safely take a drink.

You know, I don't really

like to taste of alcohol.

Really?

Well, it is an acquired taste.

I've acquired it.

Did it take you a long time?

To acquire it, I mean.

Long enough.

There was the Spanish w*r,

the invasion of

Italy, D-day, [??],

a spell in Czechoslovakia,

a few atomic explosions,

which I did not see.

And now this,

a Martian ship, a flying saucer.

But for me it's not

so much a landmark,

as journey's end.

Now I'm letting my hair down.

It's that thing out there.

And it is there, Michael.

Good Lord!

- What is it?

- Come on!

What's happened?!

What if she wasn't,

she wasn't lying?

- It's there.

- What is?

The invisible wall.

I walked down the garden,

down the end where the slope is,

I crashed into it.

It was just like crashing

into a brick wall.

- Professor, good gracious.

- I'm just a little shaken.

Mrs. Jamieson we'd

better get him inside.

Take it easy.

Steady.

Put him on that chair.

Thank you.

I'm all right.

Give me a handkerchief.

Give him a little brandy.

- Here, you poor man, drink this.

- Thank you.

What does one do about

something one can't even see?

I don't know.

- I honestly don't know.

- I do.

She's got g*ns of

sorts, then so have I!

Jamie, give that

thing to me at once.

I'll have no one paying

with firearms around here,

someone might get hurt.

That, Mrs. Jamieson,

is the general idea.

- You mean you want to sh**t her?

- We have no choice unless...

Unless what?

Unless we take her prisoner.

Or even for that money, the g*n.

It isn't just for us,

there's enough destructive

power in that ship

to wreck the whole country.

You better let me

have that, Mr. Jamieson.

I'm used to things like this.

It's kind of ancient, isn't it?

How many shells have you got?

Just the five.

Mind you, I don't

know if it'll work.

It hasn't been fired

these 20 years.

Oh, boy.

Mr. Jamieson,

go behind that bar,

pretend to be busy, will you?

Professor, stay right here.

Mrs. Jamieson, Ellen, I

think you better go outside.

I'm not leaving Jamie.

And I'm staying right here.

All right, if that's

the way you want it.

Michael, listen.

You're all very quiet.

No doubt you're

resigned to the inevitable.

That is wise.

Professor, I observed

your encounter

with the electronic wall.

Today, it is you who learn

learn the power of Mars.

Tomorrow, it will

be the whole world.

Put up your hands.

And why should I

put up my hands?

Because if you

don't, I'll sh**t you.

Get back or I'll fire.

Get back!

You fool.

Get back!

sh**t man sh**t!

You poor demented humans.

To imagine you can destroy

me with your old-fashioned toy.

What do you know of force?

Forces that we use on Mars.

But you shall know.

You and the rest who

dwell on this planet.

I can control power

beyond your wildest dreams.

Come!

Come and you shall see!

Psst!

Hey, what do you

think you're doing?

- Who are you?

- Hang on a minute, kid.

You can't go down there.

Sure I can.

I've done it a often.

Maybe, but not at night.

Kids like you shouldn't

be around at this time.

I wanna see the airplane.

Did you see come down?

Come on.

Now look kid, I'm in enough

trouble without looking after you.

What sort of trouble?

Oh, trouble.

Are you a Secret Service agent?

No.

Gee, maybe you're a k*ller.

No, kid, but you shouldn't

say things like that.

Come on, mister,

Auntie will see us if

she comes outside.

Let's get into the trees

and look at the airplane.

Come on.

Gee, that's something!

Now, Earth men, look.

Watch the power

of another world!

Quick, run!

Gee, was that a b*mb?

I don't know.

It was too close,

whatever it was.

Professor, professor!

Come on, we need

to get out of here.

Get up.

Gee, you're just

like the black spider.

Dans is always having

trouble with her.

You speak in riddles.

What is your name?

Don't talk to him like

that, he's only a kid.

Leave him alone.

You should plead for

your own life and not for his.

He will be safe with me.

Who are you?

What's going on?

Where do you come from?

You ask a lot of questions.

I will deal with you later.

Come, we will

return to the ship.

Good aye.

You aren't taking him anywhere.

You speak unwisely.

Just try taking him.

You can't play any

of your tricks with me.

No?

Come.

I will show you wonders

you have never seen before.

I don't know whether

I'm awake or dreaming?!

My mind just won't accept it!

If only we could get in

contact with someone.

I'd give anything to see a squadron

of heavy bombers right now!

That wouldn't help at all, there's

probably enough power out there

to repel any bombs

before they explode.

That horrible robot.

That machine.

Michael, I'm frightened.

Don't worry dear, I suppose

worse things have happened.

Aye, but not much worse.

If only we could get

inside that spaceship.

I wonder...

Have you any ideas, professor?

I was, what's that?

Jamie!

Oh!

No doubt you are

having a council of w*r.

It amuses me to

watch your puny efforts.

The wise man always

seeks to discover the truth.

Even (if) his means of

doing so are limited.

It would take you

1,000 years to learn

a fragment of what

we have achieved.

Perhaps not, if I had

you for my teacher.

What do you mean?

As a scientist, I can only believe

the evidence of my own senses.

So far, the only thing I know

about you is that you can k*ll.

That is also a human

accomplishment.

You say your spaceship

is very powerful,

we also have powerful machines.

None to equal those of Mars.

Indeed.

You say you believe the

evidence of your senses.

Very well then, you shall see.

Perhaps then you will

realize your helplessness.

Come!

Professor, professor, don't go!

I must.

Now you shall see.

But it's quite cool.

Yet, two hours

ago, it was quite hot.

Only the outside.

That was caused by the friction

as we entered the

atmosphere of the Earth

at over 6,000 semantics.

The interior is insulated

against heat or cold.

But how did the

outside cool so quickly?

You have no wisdom.

The entire structure

of a nuclear ship

is made of a new organic metal.

Therefore each

molecular cell can absorb

its own amount of heat or cold.

It could have absorbed all

the heat in a matter of seconds.

Fill your eyes Earth man.

See such powers as you

never dreamed existed.

Now, look again.

The evidence of your

own eyes, professor.

Can you still see?

There is a enough

power there to drive

this ship anywhere

in the universe.

Enough power to obliterate

this speck of matter

you call Earth.

What is the power?

Something you scientists

have not yet dreamed of.

A form of nuclear fission on

a static negative condensity.

A negative condensity?

Exactly.

Your atomic b*mb is positive.

Causing the expl*si*n to

expand upwards and evaporate.

Our force is negative

and explodes the atomic

forces into each other,

thereby magnifying the

power a thousand fold.

And the fuel?

Self-propagating.

The excess reaction

of each drive expands

and it causes the same motion

to happen again and again.

This is what you

call perpetual motion.

Perpetual motion?

Impossible.

You talk like a

primitive savage.

Because your science has

not discovered these things

does not mean

they're impossible.

Even inventions as

radio and television

you would have considered

impossible 100 years ago.

But enough.

Now, we shall

return to the others.

- Do you think it'll work?

- k*ll that switch.

We tried b*ll*ts, let

me have that knife.

Right.

What happens if the

professor comes first?

Then we've failed.

I'm gonna stand by that switch.

Let me know who

comes first right, right?

Okay.

They're coming!

The professor's coming first.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

No! No, they've changed places.

- Now, Michael, now!

- Right!

You fools.

Do you think you

can hurt me with this?

Even your limited intelligence

should convince you by now

that you cannot harm me.

Perhaps your scientists

will help to convince you.

Now you must cease

your stupid tricks,

or I will destroy the child.

The child? You haven't?

You can't have...

Oh, dear.

The child is safe, so far.

You have seen some of my power.

Perhaps this will help

to show the others.

You devil, if you

harm that child!

Look!

Look, she's going all blurry.

It can't be.

You still doubt?

The transfers of men into the

fourth dimension is simple.

Michael, I can't

stand it anymore.

I never thought I'd live

to see the day that...

How did she get him?

How did she know he was here?!

He's not there.

The poor lad's in

that devil's hands.

I'll never forgive myself.

Oh, now, m'dear, you

mustn't blame yourself.

We're just simple

folk up against a

a strange power.

We can only trust in the Lord.

But we must have

sinned something terrible.

Michael, Michael, no.

We've done enough

talking, Ellen.

Professor.

What's it like in

there professor?

Will he come out alive?

Will he come out at all?

What is it?

- You have taken the child.

- So?

- Why did you take him?

- He is a young creature.

His mind is free from your

stupid emotions and fears.

If I take him, he will

make a willing subject.

But a weak one.

Why not exchange him

for someone who would

suit your purpose better?

Exchange him?

For whom?

For me.

For you?

Release the child and

I'll follow you willingly.

It's a fair bargain.

But I must go back, I can't leave

Michael alone in that. - Don't!

Either Michael can achieve

what he set out to do, or

or he's past any help from us.

Poor wee Tommy, I'll

never forgive myself.

You can't blame yourself, if

that devil wanted to take him

there's nothing any of

us could do to stop her!

How will I ever

face my sister with

the life of her son

on my conscience?

No, I, I'm going out there and

I'll fetch him back even if I...

Listen!

There's someone outside.

She's back, she'll k*ll us all!

I'll bet that scared you.

Tommy!

Thank God!

Oh, dear.

Tommy.

Wonderful to see you.

Sit on my knee.

Tell me sonny, what happened?

I saw the airplane come down

from my window.

I wanted to have a look.

I put my trousers on, see.

So it was all right.

Then...

Yes?

I climbed on the

roof with a nice man.

What nice man?

He was up in the attic.

He came with me.

What's gotten into her?

Go on son, go on.

Then we went across to the barn

and we saw the big

machine come over.

Then we turned and ran and ran.

And then we met the

lady in the black flying suit.

Mercy me, you poor laddy.

Oh, it was fun.

Then she took me back

with her, to the airplane.

But she didn't show me much.

I waited for a long time.

And brought a sort of food.

Then she came and

told me to come back.

Gee, wait till I tell

the fellas at school.

Tommy, Tommy, did you

see a tall dark man in there?

No, there's nobody there.

Jamie, take him upstairs.

Aye, come on, son, come on.

There's a boy. Such

a big heavy boy.

Come my dear and

help me put him to bed.

The Lord be praised,

he's safe back with us.

Albert.

Albert.

Albert, you all right?

What were you

doing in the garden?

Foolish woman.

Running like a frightened

rabbit in the night.

What's the matter, Robert?

You're talking all funny.

We are all the sl*ves of a great

and powerful civilization.

Let us prepare for our rulers.

Have you gone daft, Albert?

I thought you'd gone away.

Go.

There is not much time.

Thank goodness for that.

But what do you suppose

has happened to Mr. Carter?

I don't know.

Still, if she let

the child go...

Michael!

Where's Ellen?

She's upstairs with

the wee boy, but...

Michael, what

happened out there?

I've gotta say goodbye to

Ellen first, then I'll tell you.

Mr. Carter.

Oh, Mr. Carter,

it's Albert, sir.

Who?

Albert, Albert

Simpson, he's upstairs.

But the, I thought the

chap was miles away!

No, he didn't go.

He came back, he

came back to me.

But something's happened.

He's talking all funny and

he doesn't seem to know me.

Oh, quick sir, come upstairs.

All right.

Wait a minute!

Go downstairs.

- But Mr. Carter...

- Go downstairs.

Simpson.

Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter!

- Michael, whatever's happened?

- Get him downstairs, clean him up, then.

Mr. Carter, why did you

have to knock him out?

If I hadn't, he'd of

knocked me out.

What's going on?

It's this convict, Mrs.

Jamieson, he was upstairs.

So he didn't get away?

What's got into you, girl?

Doris, what do you

know about him?

Did you know he was up there?

- Yes, I helped him to hide.

- What?!

Mr. Carter says he's a m*rder*r.

What can a man

like that be to you?

Mrs. Jamieson, it really

isn't any of our business.

And we have other

things to think about.

Michael. Professor.

What's it like in there?

Oh, Ellen...

This spaceship

must be destroyed.

Destroyed, but how?

Professor, what

did you see in there?

I saw the source of power.

A mere globule of energy.

But mighty enough to take the

ship here for Mars and back again.

- This source of power, it's small?

- Incredibly small!

Probably a self

propagating atomic pile.

Exactly in the

center of the ship.

Perhaps one determined

blow, delivered,

might release this power

in the form of a

terrific expl*si*n.

A blow delivered

by the right person.

Given the right opportunity.

But, that will be suicide.

Certain death to whoever

delivered the blow.

One life in

exchange for millions.

Yes.

Professor.

What are you trying

to say to Michael?

What is it that I don't know?

Ellen...

It...

It is time, Earth man.

Michael.

Michael, what does she mean?

Ellen,

I've gotta go now.

But... with her?

Why?

Because he made a bargain.

He is returning with me to Mars

of his own free will.

Michael.

Why do you weep?

Because I love him.

Professor,

I don't understand.

What is it she's saying?

What bargain has

she made with him?

Can't you guess, Miss Prestwick?

The bargain was

over Tommy, the child.

You made your

bargain, do not regret it.

I am not regretting it.

It is better for you and

your people to know

how helpless they are.

The tricks they tried.

How childish they were.

Nothing can resist this power.

That was the last

trick, Earth man.

They're coming back.

- Maybe she's changed her mind.

- I doubt it.

Michael.

Michael.

He tried to gain

control of the robot.

Because of his

trickery you will all die.

Jamie!

Do you hear, Earth man?

You have brought death

upon all in this room.

In a few minutes, as

you calculate time,

the nuclear ship will

have repaired itself.

When I leave, this house,

and everyone in it,

will be destroyed.

Take me with you.

Another trick?

Why should I take you?

Because when you get to

London you will need a guide.

A guide?

In spite of your

great knowledge,

many things there

will be strange to you.

Why should I take you?

Since you've been here last,

I've been thinking deeply.

It is only right that Mars,

with it's superior knowledge

should triumph over Earth.

Mars will triumph.

I am a scientist,

take me with you.

Let me share in that triumph.

But Professor you

said that you would...

Never mind what I

said a moment ago,

I've changed my mind.

Why should I die?

I'm willing to go with

you on one condition.

Well?

That you spare the others.

I will spare no one.

But in saying that I need

a guide, you speak sense.

I will take one of you.

The rest will die.

Then, you will take me?

I do not know.

Three times already during this

Earth night you've tried to trick me.

That will not happen again!

No one will into the

nuclear ship till it is ready.

I will return soon.

One of you will come with me.

The rest will die.

Professor, I can't understand

it, I can't believe that...

That I was trying to

save my own skin?

Thank you, Miss Prestwick.

You had me fooled, you

sounded sincere enough.

I am sincere.

I am sincere in my efforts to

try and get on board that ship.

Do you realize that

soon it'll be on its way

to paralyze London and we...

What's to be done?

Whoever gets on board that

ship must try to destroy it!

But who, who will do it?

There's very little

time left to decide that.

I have one little job to do.

If we can't save ourselves,

perhaps we can save others.

I'm going to write down

what has happened.

You mean someone may find it?

Yes.

What little I have learned

may help the authorities

while there is yet time.

I'll go to my room and try and

write it down as simply as I can.

The atomic

structure of the metal

from which the ship is

constructed is apparently organic.

Molecules can

reproduce themselves.

The same principle

as a tree or vegetable.

And like any living thing,

it must have a weak spot.

A vital spot, at

which one can strike.

I'm 26, Michael.

And in all those

years I haven't done

a single thing I

really wanted to do.

And what would you do if you

could start all over again?

Spend more time in the country.

Find the right man.

Have children.

What's the use, Michael?

Ellen, those things

you said downstairs.

You must have

thought me an awful fool.

No.

Why did you say them?

I had a sense of loss.

Why

Well, I don't know

how to say it, but,

I felt I'd found the

right man at last and

I was going to lose him.

Ellen,

did you,

did you really mean...

Yes, Michael, yes.

Oh, I'd have made

a no-good husband.

I'm not particularly

fond of the country.

- And as for...

- Oh, Michael,

you'd have made me very happy.

Why didn't we meet years ago?

This business of people meeting

and falling in love.

You know, if that thing

hadn't landed out there,

we'd still have met.

We'd have been

indifferent to each other.

Privately, you'd have

thought me just a

self-opinionated newspaperman.

What about me?

Just a stupid girl

from the big city

dazzling the natives

with clothes she kept

for next to nothing.

We wouldn't have known

what the other was really like.

Oh, Michael.

No.

Let's go downstairs

and join the natives.

- What happened?

- You all right, Albert?

I think so.

What-what hit me, that woman?

Never mind about

that now, Albert.

She must have hypnotized you.

Then Mr. Carter came

upstairs, and you had a fight.

These ropes, who-who tied me up?

He did.

He thought you might...

I see, he thought I

might be dangerous.

I see you've recovered, have you?

Remember what happened?

Sort of.

Nothing like a good

cup of tea in a crisis.

How's Tommy, Mrs. Jamieson?

I've just been up to him.

He's sleeping in

my room tonight.

The poor we soul's sound asleep.

We must all be

prepared for her return.

One of us must be inside that

spaceship before it takes off.

If one of us is not inside it,

we may all die seconds

within it's taking off.

Or she made k*ll us

before it leaves at all.

Either way we all die.

Or, one of us dies so that

the others may be saved.

As I've explained,

I'm the logical choice.

No.

- Jamie!

- It's all right, dear.

I'm only a useless old man.

You can't, Jamie,

I couldn't bear it!

This whole

argument is ridiculous.

There's only one

logical person to go, me!

I made a bargain, remember?

Michael, you...

Ellen, I'm not really

a very nice person.

Hasn't it ever occurred

you that I might have

an ulterior motive for

going, selfish reasons?

Selfish reasons?

Yes, the person who

goes on that spaceship

is under no

compulsion to wreck it.

He can go to Mars

and keep his life.

- You wouldn't.

- Wouldn't I?

Well, the best thing to do

is just wait and see, isn't it?

We're wasting time, if we

cannot decide who is to go,

there's only one thing for it,

let's draw a lots. - Right!

I'll get the cards.

I'll take them, Mr. Jamieson.

Now...

- Highest goes.

- Very well. Yes.

Professor, you first.

10 of Spades.

Mr. Jamieson.

What is it Jamie?

The three of clubs.

The three of clubs.

- The king of spades.

- I go!

Michael.

Now, there's very

little time to lose.

You've got to work

as fast as you can.

Listen, when you get

inside the spaceship,

you will see the power

crucible in a kind of shaft.

Then, it's up to yourself.

I understand.

As for the rest of us,

have you got a cellar?

Aye, there's one

below this very room.

Well, it might not

afford much protection

but perhaps it's the best we

have in the circumstances.

It'll be right now, come on.

But Albert, what about Albert?

Never mind him, we'll

get him down in a minute.

- Come on, Doris.

- Doris, you must come!

All right, Miss Prestwick.

In a moment, I'll come.

Albert, are we

really going to die?

Perhaps, Doris.

Perhaps we are.

Albert, I'm scared.

Nothing like this has

happened to me before.

Nothing like this has

ever happened before.

But why to us?

Well, it, it had to happen

sometime, somewhere.

There's no reason

for believing that we

on Earth are the only

living people in the universe.

I've been reading about it.

There are thousands of

stars and planets up there.

We'll reach them someday.

Probably the moon first,

and then, out into space.

Will she, will she really k*ll us?

Maybe not.

- But she said she...

- She probably didn't mean it.

People have to have

a reason for k*lling.

You've got to forget that,

you had a reason.

No one has the

right to k*ll, not even...

She was bad.

I should never

have sent you away.

I'm just realizing what a

fool I've been all my life.

Oh, Albert.

Doris.

Come on now, you must

go or they'll miss you.

Go and hide yourself somewhere.

Be seeing you.

Goodbye, Doris.

So you are coming?

Yes.

Where are the others?

They are hiding.

They are afraid.

Do you go with me,

of your own free will?

Of my own free will.

Mr. Carter! Mr. Carter!

Later, Doris, I've gotta

get Albert down first.

Mr. Carter, please.

Give him a chance,

Mr. Carter, give him a chance!

Albert! Albert!

Don't look, Doris!

Too late! Down!

Albert.

Albert did it.

Mr. Carter!

Oh, Mr. Carter.

Michael, oh!

Doris.

Oh, the phone.

Hello. Yes.

Yes, this is the Bonnie Charlie.

Yes.

They want to know if there's been

something the matter with the line.

Now we'll all have a drink.

On the house!

Aye!