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Never seen a clock tower before?

♪ Black leather, black leather,
rock, rock, rock

♪ Black leather, black leather,
ta, ta, ta

- ♪ Black leather, black leather, hip, hip, hip ♪
- Phwoar, look at this, Dave!

- ♪ I got that feeling, black leather rock ♪
- Hello, darling!

- ♪ Black leather, black leather, rock, rock, rock ♪
- How about it, then?

♪ Black leather, black leather,
ta, ta, ta

♪ Black leather, black leather,
hip, hip, hip

♪ I got that feeling, black leather rock

♪ Black leather, black leather,
smash, smash, smash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
crash, crash, crash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
kill, kill, kill

♪ I got that feeling, black leather rock

♪ Black leather, black leather,
smash, smash, smash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
crash, crash, crash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
kill, kill, kill

♪ I got that feeling, black leather rock ♪

Forward into battle, dear chaps!

Left, right, left, right, left, right...

Move along, there. Move along!

Go on, get out of it. Go on!

Move along, there! Get on!

♪ Black leather, black leather,
crash, crash, crash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
smash, smash, smash

You happy in your work, Joanie?

By the left, quick march!

You go back to London!

I should have given you
some more warning.

No, I'm always glad to see you.

Could I have some tea, please?

Then what's the matter?

Have you let my Birdhouse
to a new girlfriend?

No.
No new girlfriend.

The place is yours,
for this summer.

I brought rent for two summers.

I call it my graveyard bird. Ha!

How do you like it, hmm?

This?
I like this very much indeed.

Would you like me
to go back to London?

I want you to stay, Freya.

I love it here.

I do my best work here, too.

Mr Wells?
Your passport.

I...

I think I'd better sit down
for a minute.

Come onto the terrace here.

Oh!

Good evening, sir.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, thanks.

- Shall I get a doctor for you?
- No.

- Thank you very much
- Not at all.

- How do you do?
- Major Holland, Miss Freya Neilson.

- Welcome to Weymouth.
- Thank you.

Won't you all excuse my appearance?
I've been sight-seeing.

I gather he was beaten up
by Teddy Boys.

- But why?
- They wanted my money, I guess.

Did you lose very much?

I wasn't carrying a lot.

But why did they beat you up?

Here we are,
this is what you need.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to put you
to so much trouble.

That's no trouble at all.

It gives me an excuse
to have one myself.

How are you, sir?

Captain Gregory, Miss Neilson.

How do you do?

Captains and majors, hmm?

Do they both belong to you?

Aye, and I keep a pet colonel
in the kennel at home.

You will excuse us, sir.

Thanks again.

Come on

Now, where did all this happen?

Maybe he doesn't want to explain.

I'll say this.

I never expected a thing like this
to happen to me in England.

You thought England was a country
of old ladies knitting socks?

Well, let me put it this way:

I expected you,
but not the street gangs.

The age of senseless violence
has caught up with us, too.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sure you're in no mood to listen

to me moralising
about your misfortunes.

Go ahead. I like to listen to people
who know what they're talking about.

My trouble is, I never
believe anything they say.

- Good for you!
- You think so?

- Yes, I do.
- I don't.

The people who know all the answers
are much happier.

Then why aren't you one of them?

I just told you,
I don't like the answers.

I'd, er... better wash my face.

It's much easier to be polite
when you're clean.

Will you excuse me?

I like him.

I thought you would.

I like him because
he doesn't like the world.

It's a good beginning.

- It's hardly enough, is it?
- I agree.

Your, um...

military friends.

Do they belong to your
mysterious project?

- Yes.
- And how is it going?

- Very well.
- Very well.

Top secret.

You know,
someone once told me that...

when a bureaucrat
wants to keep his job,

he stamps everything "top secret".

Is that true?

It's probably true, sometimes.

I hate your secrets, Bernard.

Freya...

if I were to tell you

even a little bit about
what you call "my secrets"...

I might be condemning you
to death.

Please trust my judgement.

Now, would you like
a drink before dinner?

Or would you like to
go out in search of

that Italian dish you used to be so...

How's that, then?

Not bad. Let's have a go, then.
More magic?

Five quid says you don't.

All right, then.

How's that, then?

- How about that one over there, then, eh?
- 'Ere, wait a minute...

Do you mind?
I want to speak to my sister.

What's the matter, Joanie?

Make you feel big, playing
with the American's money?

Money's money, innit?

- I wonder what kind of man he is?
- Looking for pick-ups. Dirty.

Maybe.

Look, Joanie.
It's you and me against the world.

It's been this way since we was kids.

He offered me his arm
to cross the street.

Yeah?

Yeah! Real boy scout.

♪ Black leather, black leather,
smash, smash, smash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
crash, crash, crash

♪ Black leather, black leather,
kill, kill... ♪

Last one to the Unicorn's a cube!

Never seen a boat before?

You'd better find somebody else today,
I haven't even got a penny on me.

What do you want this time?

You couldn't be talking to me.

Why do you do it?

There couldn't be any money in it.

Is it for kicks?

Huh?

I'm gonna have a private yacht
any day now.

I am very happy for you.

Now look, if you've got
anything to say, please say it.

Otherwise, move along.

"Or I'll call the cops."

Oh, you're much prettier
out of jail.

As long as you're not pulling
your pretty little games on me,

you can do as you like.

It takes two to play
pretty litle games.

Look, I invited you for a drink.

You didn't.
You didn't invite me anywhere.

You invited a little tart
that you picked up on the street.

Well who are you, Lady Godiva?

- That would make you Peeping Tom.
- Oh!

Whoever I am, I'm not who you think.

You never even asked my name.

With a figure like that,
you don't need a name.

Okay.
Okay, it's all my fault.

I thought you were a little tart.

I'll do better than that.
I still think so.

Now, what's your name?

Joan.

My name is Simon.

How do you do, Simon?

How do you do, Joan?

- Tiny little thing.
- Mm-hmm.

- Why are you here?
- I'm on holiday.

- From what?
- Everything.

I used to be an insurance executive,
but I decided to give it up.

- It's a nice life.
- What is?

To be able to give it up.

If you don't like what
you're doing, I mean.

Your friends are never
very far away.

Oh, allow me to correct you, dear chap.

Joanie here is my sister.

- You couldn't be.
- Oh, yes!

And I'm sure your sort
isn't interested in my sister.

- Is that why you send her out into the streets?
- Simon!

- Get out of the boat, Joanie.
- Stay where you are, Joan.

If I was Simon,

I'd let her go.

Now, if you wanna go fishing,
Simple Simon,

you may go.

Don't ever do that again, Joanie.

I'll do what I like, King.

Do you think I'll let a man
put his dirty hands on you?

- Go on!
- Go home, Simon!

- Let's get him out of here!
- Good riddance to bad rubbish!

Bye bye.

Have a nice trip.

Ta-ta, then.

God bless.

Send us a postcard!

Come on, Joan.
Give it up!

Jump!

I'm glad he fell in the water!

When you come back to shore,
Simple Simon,

you're a dead man.

Joan...

Sorry you came?

Oh, no, I'm looking forward to
spending the rest of my life out here.

It might be nice.

Oh, just ducky.

Now that you've carried me off
in such heroic style,

what are you going to do?

Can't go back to Weymouth.

Look, I'm not afraid of King.

Well, I am.

Do you know what happened the
last time I tried to go out with a man?

I was locked in a cupboard
for a week.

Locked in a cupboard,
and I'm twenty years of age.

Don't you have any parents?

No.
King is all I've got.

Well, you should be glad
to be rid of him.

- Who says I am?
- I do.

Well, you're wrong.

All that's happened is I'm stuck out here,
in the middle of the ocean, on a boat,

and King is waiting and watching
for me to go back, and for you.

That isn't the only thing that's
happened, and you know it.

For a split second, you had the choice
of staying with King or coming with me.

Oh, don't try and
make anything of that.

Actually, you had your whole life
to make up your mind.

When you jumped, you jumped
out of pure instinct. You know that.

You might as well stop talking.
I'm not listening to you.

Don't be childish, Joan. You don't
want that gang, or any part of them.

Well, I don't want you, either!
So shut up!

Why'd you choose me yesterday?

Because you looked as if
you had money.

- Is that the only reason?
- Yes.

Why'd you come back?

Damn you, damn you, damn you.

You are dirty.
You're just what King said you were!

I'm gonna get myself a beer.
Do you want one?

- I don't drink?
- King's rules?

Joan, I'm sorry.

I was clumsy and brutal.
It was my fault.

- Will you forgive me?
- For what?

I want you to put me ashore,
please, Simon.

What'll you do about King?

That's my affair.

Look, I've got plenty of gas.
We can go anywhere on the South Coast.

To France, if you like.

I don't speak French.
Look, why don't you go to France?

You can spend your life
running away.

But I'd be running away from you.

Well, I have to live
with what I've got.

Please put me ashore.

You'd go back to the gang?

I know a place I can hide for a while,
until he cools off.

If you really want to go, I...

there's nothing I can do to stop you,

but I wish you'd stay.

I won't have anybody to fight with!

Please put me ashore, Simon.

Pick me up at the Gloucester at three,
will you, Timothy?

Very good, sir.

The bird in a gilded cage,
eh, Dingle?

More like a gilded bird
in a rather rusty cage.

You security chaps have the
imagination of prison warders.

- That shouldn't surprise you.
- Well, it irks me.

What destroys me is the waste
of all our talents.

Bernard was telling me about his last
visit to the Minister the other day.

"What kind of education?"
says this noble person.

Kind of education?
Why, my kind of education.

The fellow himself
is practically illiterate.

What irks you, Dingle, is the fact that
you can't accept somebody else's authority,

and, if it were up to you,
you'd turn all these children to beatniks.

In the circumstances,
would that matter?

Unfortunately we can't predict
the circumstances.

Then self-reliance is really
all we can give them.

Self-reliance. Character. Gentility.

Do you think these values
will mean anything, Gregory?

Oh, I don't really think about
that sort of thing, dear boy.

You're the sort that built
the Empire, aren't you?

How did you do it without thinking?

Well, I'm a little out of my depth,
I'm sure, but I'll have a shot at it.

Any bully can command obedience.

- Only a gentleman can command loyalty.
- Ha!

- Good morning!
- Good morning, sir.

Draw the curtains,
will you please, Dingle?

- Yes, sir.
- It's 11:55. Switch that thing on, then.

Good morning, children.

Sit up, please. I hope we're not in
our rebellious mood this morning.

We don't like being seen this way.

There is no other way.

We want to see you
the way we see each other.

Sit up, please.

Now, this is our morning for
questions, if you have any.

- Sir?
- Yes, George.

Mr Stuart told us that
brothers and sisters can't marry.

- Is that true?
- Yes.

But none of you
are brothers and sisters.

But, sir, there are nine of us.

And if any boy can marry any girl,

there's going to be one left over.

Your arithmetic is sound,

but I don't think you
have to worry about that yet.

Sir, I like the boxing, but the
other boys won't fight with me.

He hits too hard.

Well, Charles, perhaps
Mr Stuart could provide a punching bag,

Not in person, of course.

Sir? When we grow up,
the girls, I mean,

will we look like Miss Vermont?

You will look as you do now,

though you'll be bigger, of course.

This is a serious question, sir.

Then I shall do my best, Victoria.

Sir, in your little talks to us,

you talk about responsibility
and duty, and all that...

I'm very sorry if I seem
pompous to you, Victoria.

That's not it, sir.

But you always talk about
"when the time comes".

What we want to know is:
when does the time come?

There are many things which you'll
only understand when you're older.

You'll be told everything in time,

each new thing as
you're able to understand it,

and not before.

We're getting very old now, sir.

And we can understand everything.

You'll have to trust me, children,
and let me be the judge.

It's not democratic, sir.

That'll be all for this morning.
It's time for your lunch.

I'll talk to you again tomorrow.
Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

Some day, they will
have to be told everything.

I wish there was some way
to avoid it.

What's that place?

That?
It's where some big shot lives.

Sometimes he has a woman
staying back here.

She makes these things.

Do you like them?

Do you like them?

I don't know.

Shall we go in?

You mean you're planning
on hiding out in here?

Yes. What's wrong with that?

- It must be locked.
- Of course it's locked.

- Then I'll break the window.
- Oh, no.

You must have more respect
for other people's property.

Hey, they're at the Birdhouse.

Need any help?

As much as I can get.

This is a fabulous place.

Do you really like it?

You should see it in the fog.

It's wild and weird.

Those rocks,

dissolving as if into cloud.

I don't understand you.

- Sometimes you sound like...
- I can read.

And sometimes like...

- something entirely different.
- Are you planning to stay?

I haven't made any plans.

You can't exist on beer.

I'll make you some food before
you go back to the boat.

I'll see what's left
in the larder this time.

- Ow!
- What's the matter?

I've cut myself on the blasted tin.

This is all there is.
That, and a packet of biscuits.

- Let me see that finger.
- It's nothing.

- Here, show it to me.
- It's all right!

It's terrible.

Go on, eat.

Joan...

Please go back to the boat, Simon.

Do you want me to?

Yes.

- I'm frightened.
- Of your brother?

Of you.

You weren't frightened
of me before.

You hadn't kissed me before.

I'm gonna keep right on kissing you.

Look, I'm not holding you,
and you haven't moved.

Are you there?

I've gone to Paris.

Where do you think I am?

I mean, are you there,

or are you thinking of something else?

I'm not thinking at all.

Good.

Then you're happy.

You think to stop thinking
means you're happy?

Sometimes.

Sometimes it's the other way around.

But I'm not happy.

Why?

It doesn't matter.

Tell me.

I didn't want to be
just somebody's girl.

Will you marry me?

That's what you think now, of course.

I've been married and divorced,
and I'm much older than you are,

but I've never found
this kind of quietness before.

It's as if I were no longer
afraid of dying.

Then I am lucky.

Thank you, Simon.

It's King.

Is anybody there?

I know I'm sloppy...

but I'm not that bad.

Two of them, hmm?

This place is like a railroad station.
What can I do for you, sir?

Would you mind
getting out of my bedroom?

Where's Joanie?

Er... hmm.
Well, I don't know.

Where did they go?

You might as well ask me
where they came from,

who they are...

Um... I don't have the faintest idea.

If we're gonna have
a conference on this subject,

I think you'd better get out of here,
away from that bed.

The man's your friend.

Well, he may be,

- but the odds are against it.
- Oh, very humorous, that is.

I don't like people
that try and make fun of me.

I sympathise.

I know your kind.

Smart talking, bad living.

People with no morals.

- Maybe my morals are different from yours.
- You don't have any!

You think this junk's
all that matters?

I've been here before.
I've seen them.

They're nasty, that's what.

Well, now, that depends
on how you look at them.

- You think I ought to like 'em?
- Sure. Don't you?

What have my morals
got to do with your Joanie?

Very strange boy.

I'm strange, all right.

I'll show you just how strange I am.

- Is this what you make your junk with?
- Give me that thing.

Give it to me. I said. I don't have
anything to do with your Joanie.

You don't know how much
this means to me.

How could you be so cruel?

I enjoyed it, my dear lady.

I don't believe you.

Where are you, Simple Simon?

- Hey, here come the police.
- Beat it!

There something going on
along the south fence, sir.

You six, Post A.
You six, Post B.

Let's make it snappy.
Hurry along with those dogs.

The poor devils must have gone over.

You're lucky to be alive, young man.

Why?

What kind of establishment
is this, then?

A morgue?

Block C, conference room.

His name's Simon Wells,
and he's an American.

Now, Major, what would I be likely
to know about a bloke like that?

You tell me.

What's he got to do with your lot?

What's he got to do with your lot?

Be careful.

You gave Wells a beating yesterday,

and today you're chasing him
around here. Why?

Major, Major, Major.
Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk.

I hope you remember my rights
as one of Her Majesty's loyal subjects.

Your sort didn't have any.

That bothers me, that does.

She's moving.

- Where are we?
- Hush! No-one is to speak!

Take my hand, follow me.

Your... your hand's as cold as ice!

You're warm!

She's warm!

Look, would you just tell us
where we are?

Please, you mustn't speak.
It's much too dangerous.

Simon, Simon,
her hand's as cold as ice.

It doesn't get warm
when I touch it.

Well, we're... we're underground,
and it's pretty cold here.

But your hand doesn't feel like this.

It gets warm when I touch it.

Hers doesn't.

Wait.

You may speak now, but not too loudly.

They don't have eyes here.

He means television cameras.

They watch us in other places.

But they don't know
about our hideout.

- Who are "they"?
- Our teachers.

Could we talk to your teachers?

Oh, no, you can't do that.

- Why not?
- They're not here.

And if the eyes saw you,
the Black Death would come

and take you away from us.

Haven't you come to save us?

To save you from what?

I told you you were wrong, Elizabeth.
They don't know.

Simon, I'm terribly cold.

Children, even if we can't
talk to your teachers,

would you show us the way back?

We could put you back
where we found you,

but there's nowhere to go from there.

Please stay with us for a little while.

Well, we're soaking wet.

Do you mind being wet?
We don't mind being wet.

Don't you catch cold?

I don't know what you mean.

- You have blankets and towels?
- Yes.

Richard will get you some blankets
from the dormitory.

Come on, children. The rest of you
have to go to bed now anyway,

- or they'll be bound to notice.
- Can't we stay a little longer?

No, do as I say.

Well, can we touch before we go?
You said she was warm.

Would you mind?

You see, they've never
touched warm people before.

Not at all.

Henry, where are you going?

I'm going to the screen, Victoria,
because I missed my turn.

You will be missed,
and you'll be punished.

You can have your turn tomorrow.

I don't care.
You saw those two,

and Richard saw a bird once,

and I've never seen anything.

All right, go on,
but don't be long.

I'll make sure the others are in bed,
and then I'll come back.

Thank you.

We must be somewhere under
that military establishment.

We should let them know that we're here.
You'll get pneumonia.

I'll be all right if I can get dry.

Let's stay at least until
we find what's going on.

These children are locked up.

The sea doesn't
look dangerous from here.

It looks very beautiful.

But the cliff is dangerous.
You must be careful.

Is there no way down?

No.

Do you think you'll be comfortable?

Have you decided to stay?

First, we need to ask
some more questions.

Let's begin at the beginning.
What's your name?

Victoria.

Victoria, my name is Simon.
And this is Joan.

There, I've saved your life.

I learned how to do it in gym classes.

Ta very much, old chap.

Don't you want to come out now?
And come inside?

The others are in there already.

- Inside where?
- Inside here!

Do you want me to help you?

Trust the boys with the bloodhounds
to think up something like this.

Do that again!

Are you coming inside?

- You said the others are in there?
- They are!

Forward into battle, dear chaps.

Open it.

Open it.

I can't do that. Not from inside.

Doesn't work from inside.

You're not allowed to talk here.
Follow me.

How old are you, Victoria?

I'm eleven. We're all eleven.

And we all have our birthdays
in the same week.

- How long have you been here?
- We've been here always.

What about your parents?
Do they come and see you?

Oh, we were hoping
you were our parents.

I see.

And do you know why you're cold?

There are some things, Simon,
that you can't understand.

You'll be told everything in time,

each new thing as you are
able to understand it,

and not before.

I found another one!

- Don't tell lies, Henry.
- I did, I did!

I found another one.

I saved his life, Victoria.

- Would you like a blanket, too?
- No.

- Don't you mind being wet?
- No.

- Is he warm too, Simon?
- Yes, Victoria.

I almost drowned
looking for you, Joanie.

Before you get yourself excited, King,
touch the little boy's face.

- Joanie, I don't want...
- Go on, touch the little boy's face.

He's dead.

He's dead, I tell you!

Never mind, Henry.
Never mind what he said.

Victoria, I promise we'll stay
until we can find out how to help you.

- Now go to bed, children.
- Off to bed now, come on.

I don't sit up nights questioning people
about your private affairs, now, do I?

I mean, your fence is your fence.
All right.

But we didn't ask the Yank
to go jumping over it.

Look, you don't want to know about
a private quarrel, now, do you, Major?

Let him go.

Ah. Well, er...

much obliged to you, Major.

Bye, both.

All that that boy needs
is a good thrashing.

- Yes, but I don't think he's lying.
- No.

Come over here, Joanie.

- Do what I say!
- She's staying where she is.

King, as much as I dislike you,
you're still Joan's brother.

Yes, that's right.

Come over here, Joanie.

Suppose we fight over Joan,
after we get out of here?

- All right, let's get out of here.
- You'll have to wait.

I promised the children that
we'd stay here at least for the night.

Well, I didn't promise
the zombies anything.

And I'm not gonna stay here
and watch the two of you.

- What do you think we're going to do?
- Don't talk dirty, Joanie.

It's you, King.
It's you who thinks dirty.

You've tried to lock me up, and you've
tried everything you can think of

to stop me from being a woman,

because you've never
had a girl yourself.

- It's not true, Joanie.
- Yes, it is!

I only want you
out of the hands of men like that.

Men like what?
Any man, any man at all.

Would you let me go out
with Ted, or Sid, or any of them?

No man, no man at all.
That's true, King!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Just don't you put your hands on him,
that's all.

Or I'll kill you both.

- And I'm gonna sit here and watch.
- What do you think I am?

Come on, dry yourself.

Watch your head.

- There were two intruders, you said?
- No, no, three.

Romeo and Juliet, and, um...

and the boy who broke my statue.

An unhappy, dangerous boy, I think.

- Have you told the police?
- No.

Should I?

There's nothing they can do.

That's what I thought.

This place seems to have
a fatal attraction for lovers.

- Now why "fatal"?
- It's just a phrase.

Well,

you can't blame the place
for everything, darling.

Times change, people with them.

Sometimes it brings you closer together,
sometimes it doesn't.

Did I change so much,
other than becoming old and ugly?

What would that matter?

It's just that you have become
a man with a purpose.

You have a purpose too.

Yes, but I tell mine to
anyone who care to listen.

Yours is a secret purpose.

I'm a public servant.

You didn't have to become one.

I felt I had no choice.

It's too late to do anything
in private life.

Too late? Why?

I live with one fact.

A power has been released
that will melt those stones.

We must be ready
when the time comes.

You really believe it's going to happen,
don't you?

Certainly.
There's absolutely no question.

And there's nothing we can do
to prevent it?

Nothing.

Well...

Back to work.
Back to work.

I don't believe that.

Excuse me, sir.
May I have a word with you?

We've found nothing, sir.

We're looking for three people.

A public servant is the only servant
who has secrets from his master.

I'm very sorry to leave
you with the last word.

- Duty calls?
- Duty calls.

"My hair is grey,
but not with years.

"Nor grew it white in a single night,

"as men's have grown
from sudden fears.

"My limbs are bowed,
though not with toil,

"but rusted with a vile repose.

"For they have been a dungeon's spoil,

"and mine has been the fate of those

"to whom the goodly earth and air

"are banned, and barred:
forbidden fare."

- What's the matter, Joan?
- My head hurts. I must get some air.

I brought you something to eat.

- What is it?
- Lunch!

Is this what you eat all the time?

Yes. It has all the
minerals and vitamins.

We make it ourselves in the lab.

Were you ever a child, Holland?

I'm sure you don't expect me
to answer that one, sir.

There's always one child missing.
It's been like that for two days.

- Going to the hideout.
- Yes, sir.

And I should like permission
to investigate it.

Have you never had
a secret hiding place?

You know, in all this time, Holland,

you've never had anything more
to worry you than one stray rabbit.

How many times have I told you

that the mental health of the children

is more important
than your ideas of security?

That will be all, Holland.
Thank you very much.

I'm afraid I have
a more serious problem, sir.

Well, do try to confine yourself
to the practical side of it

and don't try to explain
the scientific details to me.

You know that I'm against
the present arrangement.

That's not your province, Talbot.

And we must be ready
when the time comes.

It makes observation more difficult,

and we still don't know enough
about maintaining their immunity.

- Well?
- You remember, sir, how we lost the other two?

- What is it, Talbot?
- Mary is developing the same symptoms.

Mary, Mary,
you're going to have an injection.

It comes in spells, Joanie.
A chill doesn't come in spells.

It's... it's being locked up that does it.

I'll be all right.

We think that
we're being punished for our sins

in a dungeon,
like the prisoner of Chillon.

When the time comes our parents are going to
come and open the magic doors for us.

There's no such thing as magic.
Your aren't taking account of the facts.

What are the facts, William?

We're on a huge spaceship,
and we're going to a star.

They're teaching us
the history of Earth

so that we can build a civilisation
when we get there.

It's going to be a long, long trip,

and by the time we get there
our teachers will all be dead.

That doesn't take account
of the rabbit.

The rabbit was on board all the time.

Tell me about the rabbit.

- We found it one day in here.
- And we used to play with it.

But it grew sleepy,
and its hair fell out.

And the Black Death
came and took it away.

We can't tell you everything now.
We got to get you out of here.

Will you show me the doors?

There's the cave door, and there's the lift
where the Black Death comes down.

And?

- But there's another door.
- Could you take me there?

No, he can't.
The eyes will see him.

That doesn't matter.

- I've worked out all the blind spots.
- Come on, William.

We may not have much time.

- What is it, Simon?
- Don't worry. Just wait here.

Good morning.

I thought you'd better
see this for yourself, sir.

Here, on five.

I wish you had let me
investigate that hideout, sir.

- Sir!
- On seven.

- What's he doing?
- He's following one of the children.

Could be young William.

Very ingenious of young William,

but he forgot that Wells
is six feet tall.

Turn them off.
I hate those things.

- But they are necessary!
- It is not necessary of you to tell me so.

Well, the others may be dead,
or they may be with him.

If he went over the cliff
when the tide was right,

he could have reached the cave.

Well, then there must be something
wrong with the cave door.

Or else he didn't
go over the cliff at all.

Check the Birdhouse door first.

Make sure that
Miss Neilson doesn't see you.

Then take a boat out
and check the cave entrance.

When you find out how he got in,
we can worry about getting him out.

He's been there too long already.

I do not want the children
to watch him die.

It's just an ordinary lock on this side.

What is a lock, Simon?

- Good afternoon, Miss Neilson.
- Good afternoon.

- I hope I'm not interrupting anything?
- No.

Well, the name's Gregory.

You may remember we met
at the Gloucester the other day.

I remember you.

You're one of Bernard's
toy soldiers, aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

I've been promising myself I'd come up
and look at your work some day,

by way of improving my mind.

Mmm. Very clever. Very clever.

It's a very interesting effect, that.

- Sort of unfinished, really, isn't it?
- Well, now...

isn't everything in life
sort of unfinished, hmm?

Well, I never really
thought of it like that.

- May I come in?
- Please, please.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind silly questions.

Hmm, as long as you don't mind
my silly answers.

Shouldn't I?

If I could explain these,
I wouldn't have to make them.

Yes, quite.

Thank you, Miss Neilson.
You've been very kind.

- Nothing, nothing at all. Come again. Come again.
- Thank you.

All clear, Captain.

I'm Sid.

Yes, I've noticed you hanging around.

Perhaps you noticed other things, too.

Where's King?

I hope you have a better
sense of humour than he does.

Yeah, I'm laughing all the time.

We haven't seen him
since he came up here.

Would you like me to find him for you?

Yeah, maybe you know where he is.

Maybe you know why the brass is
knocking about in your quarry?

Hmm?

Quiet, please. Order, please.

Sir, Mary's not here.

Don't worry about that, Victoria.
Mary is to stay in bed.

Now, children, I have called you
together at this unusual time

because it's very important,
and I want you to cooperate with me.

I know that you have
some big people in your hideout.

Oh yes, I know about your hideout,

and I wanted you to keep it.

But I will not be able
to let you keep it,

unless you help me.
Is that understood?

If you do not help me, I will be forced
to take your hideout away from you.

Now, Victoria, how many of these
"big people" are you hiding?

Don't be stubborn, children.
It's very important.

Big people are dangerous to you.

How did they get inside?

Very well, I can
find out all that later.

Now, Victoria,
I want you to go to them

and tell them to come out.

Tell them to come to the lift,
and we will get them out.

- We want to keep them here, sir.
- You cannot.

I'm very sorry to tell you this,
but here is dangerous for them.

They will become ill.

They will go sleepy
if they stay with you.

They are warm, and nothing that's warm
can live with you.

You will remember
what happened to the rabbit.

You're just trying
to frighten us, sir.

We don't believe you.

You killed the rabbit
because we loved it.

You sent the Black Death for it
because we loved it.

I love you, children,
and I'm trying to protect you.

- You don't!
- You don't!

You don't! You don't!

Think, children, think, think!

You will have to do as I say.

King! King!
Where are you? King! King!

The Black Death is coming,
and it's going to take you away!

- What is it, Henry?
- He's coming for you.

You'll get sleepy like the rabbit.

No, we won't. We're gonna get out,
and we're going to take you with us.

Will you climb out and
open the cave door for us?

- What's the good of that?
- I've been to the other door.

- It's no good without a key.
- You think you can climb these cliffs?

We'll have to swim for it.

Through those rocks?
With a tide like that? With the kids?

- Let them come for us.
- Don't go, King! You...

King, we've seen too much.

Are you coming or not?

Thank you.

I know it's kids' stuff,
knocking about in a gang.

But what else is there to do?

What would you like to do? Hmm?

- I dunno.
- Something you wanted to know.

Guard, bring the dinghy in.

I have had to send someone down,
because of your disobedience.

I want you to keep very still...

Children! Children!

This is a crisis.
You do not understand what is happening.

Now try to be quiet.
Think! Think!

You will have to
do as I say eventually.

You'd better come out, Holland.

We can't direct you.

Let me go, man, for God's sake.
Let me go!

All I want is that key.

Get rid of it.
Throw it away!

- Throw it away!
- Why are you so afraid of this, Major?

Beause we'll go blind, man!

Get up.

Give me that thing.

- Is it that bad?
- It won't do you any good now.

Then let's be equal.

Watch him.

Joan!

I'm getting you all out of here.

They should be getting out
of these clothes first.

Go on. Take them off.
All of you.

- Simon, we can't!
- Don't argue. Take them off.

We can't undress
in front of each other.

You do as I say!

All right, children, undress.

That's right, Wells.
The children themselves are radioactive.

The children?

What in heaven's name
are you doing?

You can't be expected
to understand.

- I'm taking them out of here.
- You can't do that. They're dangerous.

Please, Simon, take us out.
Please take us up.

Please, Simon, please!

- You can't do it, Wells. You can't.
- Can't I?

Come on, children.

Can we put our clothes on?

Yes. It doesn't matter now.

Do you understand what you're doing?

- Do you understand what you're doing?
- Yes, certainly.

Tie him to the bed.

Tie him to the bed!

Come on, Joan.
We can't wait.

I want to go too, Joan.

We can't leave her, Simon.
She's sick.

Be careful.

Now the children
were opening the locks

with the radiation of their own bodies.

Now, I've been here, and we
needn't worry about the cave door,

because I've checked it.

Then take a complete detachment
to this door.

Alert the helicopters,
in case they get any farther.

And Gregory,
if Miss Neilson's at the studio,

make sure she doesn't see anything.

- And hurry.
- Yes, sir.

Hello? Anybody there?

Here we are, my little love.

Take a look.

That's the world.

I'm frightened.

Don't be frightened.

Look.

There's something small.
It's a little flower.

No!

Let me go!

- Get away from me!
- No, I'm coming with you, King!

- They're children, Bernard!
- Gregory!

- Yes, sir.
- Henry's gone. In the car.

I've seen you before.

You're the man who knows
all about violence, aren't you?

You're the man who knows
all the answers, aren't you?

Why are you doing this?

What's it all for?

What are you trying
to make out of these children?

What do you want with us?
Answer me.

Will you answer me?

Where is Major Holland?

- He's down there.
- Is he alive?

- He's alive.
- Gregory, get him out of there.

- Quickly as possible.
- Yes, sir.

Mr Wells, you and the young lady
may go to your boat.

Children, Bernard!

The worst of this incident is
that my children

will now think of themselves
as prisoners, and as freaks.

Did you do
this thing to them, Bernard?

They were born as they are.

Their mothers were exposed to a...

an unknown kind and level
of radiation by an accident.

I don't need to tell you
that there are such accidents.

Three hundred in
the past fifteen years.

That is a fact.

We don't yet know how to repeat

the exact conditions
that produced these children.

Do you mean you would if you could?

Certainly.

Freya...

Freya,

It is now desperately important

that you should try to understand me,
and what I am doing.

Life has the power to change.

After the first great explosion,

strange, wonderful flowers,

unknown before,

bloomed in the desert.

To survive the destruction
that is inevitably coming,

we need a new kind of man.

An accident gave us
these nine precious children.

The only human beings
who have a chance to live

in the conditions
which must inevitably exist

when the time comes.

Every civilised nation
is searching, searching

for the key to survival
that we have found.

- I don't want to hear any more, Bernard.
- I didn't want you to know.

You will remember my warning
when you arrived.

But you let the American
and the girl go.

They are dying already.

They will never make contact
with another human being.

And when they die,
the boat will be destroyed.

Freya, you, too,
know my secrets now.

My children are
the buried seeds of life.

When that time comes,
the thing itself

will open up the door,

and my children will
go out to inherit the Earth.

What Earth, Bernard?

What Earth will you leave them?

After all that man has made,
and still has to make?

Is this the extent of your dream?

To set nine ice-cold children free,

in the ashes of the universe.

I have no choice.
I have no choice at all.

You refuse to join me?

You know what your refusal means?

Yes.

It means that you are wasting

whatever time I have left.

Whoosh! Whoosh!
It goes so fast, King!

The world's so big!

Get out, now.

I can't take you anywhere.

Go back, Henry.

I can't. Not now.

I don't like it back there,

and the others
don't like me very much.

Get out of the car.

- Look after yourself.
- I saved your life, King.

I mean to stay here.

You're poison.

Don't you know you're poison?

You're killing me.

Help! Help!

We can start again, Joan.

We can go back again
to the beginning.

We can't, Simon.

We can't leave the children.

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Please help us!

Someone help us!

Someone help us!
Please! Help us!

Help! Help! Please!
Help us, please!

Someone help us!
Please help us! Help!

Help! Please help us!

Someone help us!

Help! Help! Help us!

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