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NARRATOR: While the mysterious hull
found in the pit at Knightsbridge

is being investigated by
Professor Quatermass and his colleagues,

a black-magic pentacle
is discovered inside it

and a terrified sapper sees a
dwarf-like figure pass through the wall.

When an attempt is made to pierce

a sealed compartment
with a Borazon drill,

frightful sounds break out,

demoralising and shocking
the drilling party

and sending Quatermass with Dr Roney

on a search
for early records of the place.

As far as these go back,

Hobbs Lane has
been periodically haunted

by sounds and hideous small shapes.

Meanwhile, Colonel Breen finds
a hole has appeared,

as if melted in the closed bulkhead,

and through it an eye can be seen.

With the hole to provide a purchase,

the inner port is turned, opened.

QUATERMASS: The demons!

It's all right.
They're dead.

They've been dead for a long time.

Roney!

What are they?

Whatever they are,
they're decomposing fast.

Roney, I think this is a job for you.

Yes.

Yes.

Barbara,
phone the museum and tell Klein.

And bring supports and sprays quickly.

Give me a hand here.

What's in there, miss?

She's got the wind up.

I think I can...
Got it.

What in heaven's name?

Like a colossal insect!

In some ways more like a crab.

Yes, well that's the smell
like rotting fish!

Or locusts.

Quatermass, do you mind here?

I can't guarantee my stomach!

You can almost see it decomposing.

I'm sorry, sir.
I think I'd better go out.

All right, go on, get out.

Those seem to be legs.

Three of them.
It's a tripod.

That's a strange formation.

Antennae like a beetle's.

Where is that girl?
Look out for her, will you?

- What do you mean, insects?
- What sort of insects?

I don't know.
They were big.

But dead?
You say they were dead?

Sarge, you mean
they've been dead a long time?

I don't know.

But we...
We dug that thing up.

I don't know, Gibson!

Sir, what's in there?
What are they?

Here, let me help.
He's yelling for that stuff.

Take these.

Give me that tray.
Quickly!

- Barbara, keep it level. It's leaking.
- Yes.

Use number four's plating fluid.

- Is that safe?
- We've got to take a chance.

Camera!

I want to use that in there
before I get the others out.

You're going in there?

Any objections?
There's no time to lose.

Be careful of those...
Those membranes.

They may be some sort of instrument.

Instrument?
Your imagination's running wild!

Yes.
Isn't yours?

This one's lying
in some kind of a frame.

If they were human,
I'd call that a bunk.

Dr Roney!

How long have these things been dead?
Any idea?

- I told you.
- I'm asking him!

Pass me another tray.

If they'd been dead
more than a few years,

they'd have decomposed completely?

All the decomposition
has taken place in the last hour.

That makes no sense!

Look, don't bother me now, please!

That compartment was sealed.

If the things inside
were completely sterile,

without bacteria of any kind,
then they'd be free from corruption.

- Even if they were dead?
- Yes.

They could stay in there
for a year or a million years.

Remain as they are, unchanged,
until our atmosphere got in.

Filthy London air.

- Then they'd rot as they have done.
- RONEY: Quatermass!

Yes?

- Dr Klein? This way, sir, please.
- Yes.

All right, but they should have
been here now.

These things are disintegrating!
Don't you realise that?

They're here now.
Bye.

Klein, I'm glad to see you! Look here.

What are they?

- How did you get hold of...
- No questions now.

Get those boxes ready!

- How is that one?
- Not good.

Well, if you can just try
to save the horny shell.

Try to keep the body fluids separate
and correctly described.

Klein, come here.
We've only got two of them.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- Professor?
- Hmm?

Sorry to disturb you.

- Oh, Fullalove.
- What's in there now?

Those...

Those membranes and these...

- It goes to powder.
- Yes.

Seems to be
some sort of mineral substance.

Do you, er... Do you think
it grew there like stalactites?

No, no,
I think it was put there.

These remind me of something,
something I've seen in photographs.

Of course.
Nerve endings!

- What? Nerves?
- Yes.

If you see them enormously magnified,
then they...

They terminate,
the fibres terminate in this way.

Those...
Those creatures...

Could they...
Could they have belonged to this Earth?

No.

Take external measurements,

then compare them with the internal
over the whole structure.

I want every single
cubic inch of space accounted for.

Who's this?

Quatermass, who's this man?

James Fullalove, Evening Gazette.

How did he get in here?

- Did you bring...
- Not exactly.

He's got no business here!

On the contrary, I think I have.

Stop talking past me!

This place is under
military jurisdiction.

Surely not. There's no bomb.

There's not a question of protecting
the public, but of informing them.

Colonel Breen, I'd be glad
of your expert opinion, too, on this...

Get out!
Potter, get him out of here!

- Sir. Sergeant!
- SERGEANT: Sir!

Now look here, Breen...

I am in charge here and I want
that man off this site immediately!

Sergeant, take him
and escort him to the barrier!

Take him!

- Take him!
- Come along, sir.

That was a mistake.
A bad one, Breen.

Don't tell me what to do!

I'm not gonna stand by while you feed
wild theories to the gutter press!

There's been enough nonsense
talked about this thing already.

Dead millions of years!

I know the smell of death
and how long it lasts!

- Have you got a theory, then?
- Yes, I have!

- Are you going to share it?
- In my own time.

You won't be able to keep those
a secret for long.

Jacko, be tough about it.

Middle pages, too.
You've got to get these pictures in.

- All of them!
- Take it easy, James.

Yes, sir, which headline?

- Sam!
- I'll go and talk to him again.

Sure. Sure.

It's that small head.
"War Office Hushes It Up."

What's the matter with it?

I've still got the marks from being
bounced through that barrier!

- Is he scared?
- Scared?

- He thinks it's not strong enough!
- Oh.

Well, what about
"Terror Stalks Whitehall"?

- These creatures are dead, aren't they?
- He was scared, I know that.

- Who?
- This Colonel Breen.

"Blimp Blunders."

- Too personal.
- I feel personal.

Now listen,
"Fullalove Beats Army Ban."

How's that?

Set it, Sam.
Oh, nice late edition!

NEWS VENDOR: Apemen found!
Monster insects!

- Get your Gazette!
- Thank you.

Monster insects found.
Get your Gazette!

Read all about it! They've got them
in there now, in the museum.

You can't get in,
but you can read all about it.

Gazette!

I'm sorry, the museum is closed.

There's no statement to make.

- This was the bad one?
- Yes.

That's why we set it up that way.

Seemed less danger
of damaging the legs.

Very dry and brittle.

All soft parts and fluids
were extracted.

- These are ready for analysis.
- Take them to Dr Klein.

RONEY: The Insect Department
is working on our two good specimens.

Insect?
Is that how you classify it, then?

- Call it an arthropod.
- Arthropod?

Includes all insects, crabs, spiders.

Except that none of them
have three legs.

These are interesting, too.
Antennae shaped like horns.

Yes.

The horned demons in those old prints
and manuscripts. Do you remember?

As if that image were somehow projected
into men's minds, that face.

RONEY: Rather pretty.
QUATERMASS: It's like a gargoyle.

Roney, that's not just a simile.

Haven't you seen it before,
carved on walls in a dozen countries?

Is it somewhere in the subconscious?

A race memory?

- How do you like our décor?
- Oh, damn your décor!

I agree,
it is a bit she-she for a lab.

It confuses the eye
when you're trying to read a measure.

They're copies
of Palaeolithic cave paintings

about 30,000 years old.

Look at that one.

A cave man in a ritual mask.

I wonder where
the idea of it came from?

You know, I think these are old friends
that we haven't seen for a long time.

The mass and structure point to
a low-gravity environment,

- a thin atmosphere.
- Correct, sir.

Perhaps a world that's dead now,

but a few million years ago
could have been teeming with life.

I wonder...

You know, Roney, when I was a boy,
it was the great burning topic.

Were there really canals there
and who made them?

I remember my disappointment
when somebody proved

that Martians couldn't exist.

It's a funny word.

Worn out
before anything turned up to claim it.

Martians.

- Sorry, sir, I've got my orders.
- Oh, don't keep on saying that!

Bet my editor's worse
than your inspector!

Have they found
any more of these insects?

I don't know what you mean.

You must be the only man
round here that doesn't!

Hey, wait, here's one of them.

- Sergeant!
- What's going on? What's the row about?

- Reporters.
- Sergeant, is there still any danger?

- Why can't we go down there?
- Did you see any of these insects?

- What's happening?
- It's secret, sir.

Secret!
Except from the Gazette!

- Is that it?
- They've got the whole story.

Have they bought the exclusive rights,
or what?

Go on, let us through!

I'll have to see about this, sir.

You get your officer up here
right away!

I said,
"Did you see any of these insects?"

Well, it's all accounted for, sir.

- There are no more sealed compartments.
- Good.

Here, what's all this?

Oh, I must've rubbed
against it in there.

All this stuff's coming loose
and dropping off.

The professor seemed to think
that it must be, well,

it might have been
some sort of apparatus.

- Does it look like that?
- Well, no, sir.

Besides, it doesn't connect
with anything.

Even if there had been
external propulsion units,

I still don't see how...

Well, unless the hull itself
did the thinking.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Sir.

I've heard enough
stark idiocy here today!

You leave that to civilians.

- Sir, have you finished with my gear?
- Oh, later.

Some of my gear's inside there,
can I take it now?

It'll be all right.

I can't go without it, sir.
It belongs to my boss.

I'm the one that's gotta carry...

Look at this.

The work of Quatermass's friend,
I suppose!

"Army Impose Panic Censorship."

Just because I chased their paid hack
out of where he had no business to be!

"Panic Censorship"?

(SHOUTING) What are they implying?
What are they trying to?

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, of course.

I'll show them what can happen
when they start flinging implications!

- Phone, sir, for you at the hut.
- Who is it?

- Somebody at the War Office, sir.
- The War Office?

The War Office.

It's that skull formation
that's out of line.

Otherwise, the creatures fit in
with known evolution.

Hmm.

An ape
with an over-developed cranium.

Oh, huge,
for its place in the family tree.

Over 1,000cc capacity.

- Intelligent?
- Hard to say.

Mere size doesn't mean that.

But something had developed,
some faculties.

Or had been developed.

Hmm?

Roney, how many of these ape creatures
were there in the pit?

Seven.
Six at least.

Six or seven.

In the rear compartment.

- We don't know that for a fact.
- Well, let's suppose it.

And in the front compartment,
there were these.

What's in your mind?

The will to survive.

It's an odd phenomenon.

Roney, if we found out,
knew for certain

that our Earth was doomed 1,000 years
from now, or 100,

what would we do about it?

Nothing.

Just go on fighting each other
as usual.

(CHUCKLES)

But...

If we weren't just men...

Oh, good, you're still here.

Look, is it possible to give out
a statement of some kind?

That crowd out there,
it's getting huge.

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

And a bit ugly.

Apparently, they're convinced
there's something sinister going on.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Laboratory?
Yes, he's here.

- Professor, it's for you.
- Hmm? Oh.

- Quatermass.
- Look at them!

Be a job getting through
if this goes on.

- You'll get home all right.
- I got to go back to Hobbs Lane first.

- Why on Earth...
- To get some notes.

My own stupid fault.
I forgot them.

Yes.

Yes.

All right,
I'll come at once.

Well?

Back to the War Office.

We're in trouble.

I've already told Breen what I think.

Pretty forcibly.

Perhaps he's taken more of the brunt
of it than he should've done.

I don't know what shook me the most,

this wild news story or the fact that
you two were at the bottom of it!

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello?
Oh, hello, Haynes.

I'm afraid he's still not...
Just a moment.

The PM's Private Secretary.

Sorry, the Minister is
still not available.

Will you try again
in about 20 minutes?

You see?

And the Home Office badgering me about
cordons and emergency police action!

Now, before they call
a special Cabinet meeting on me,

I want to get a few facts straight.

- (TELEPHONE RINGS)
- Oh, hell, kill it!

As far as I was aware,
you weren't still in London.

I thought you were going back to
the Rocket Group for Breen to take over.

Well, to take up his new position.

Why didn't you?

It was my fault.
I involved Breen in this.

Oh, don't talk as if you've been
scrumping apples!

This is serious!

QUATERMASS: You don't know
how serious.

You'd better tell me.

I take it that
you've an idea of the facts?

Well,
only these press reports.

And more from Breen before you came.

But I'm still at a loss
to make any sense of it.

When I was last in this room,

it was to discuss planting
military bases on the moon...

- Let's keep to the subject.
- And on the planet Mars.

What are you suggesting?

You're demanding explanations
that I can't give or prove.

All I can give you are guesses.

- Better than nothing.
- (TELEPHONE RINGS)

Tell them we're taking no more calls!

Go on.

Dr Roney and I are convinced

that those arthropods
are not of this Earth.

Where, then?

One possibility is Mars.

Mars is dead.

There's nothing there
but a few scraps of lichen.

Five million years ago,
it may have been very different.

Suppose at that time

there were living beings
there with advanced techniques.

There's no harm in supposing.

Techniques that enabled them
to visit this Earth

at a time when the most advanced
creatures on it, our own ancestors,

were still only a type of Pliocene ape.

Suppose that they
had other techniques.

Biological ones.

Biological?

Those Pliocene man-apes
found at Knightsbridge are freaks.

Are you trying to make out

there can be any connection between
those apes and your insects?

Your insects.
I think you saw them first.

I suppose that they were unable
to endure our atmosphere,

the strong oxygen, the bacteria,

so when they came,
they stayed sealed in that compartment

while in the other section
were the ape mutations,

the result of their own experiments,

brought back to be released on Earth

to take possession of it for them.

You believe that happened?

I said it's a guess.

That apes were taken
from this planet and...

And altered, yes, yes.

By selective breeding,
by surgical methods, perhaps both.

I suppose the aim would be
to increase the intelligence.

I suppose...

It would have to be carried out
on a huge scale.

Yes.
Oh, yes.

Yes, if I'm right,

if I'm right, we've come across
just one single instance.

An accident, a landing that
went wrong, and they all died.

The Thames Valley was swamp then.

You realise what you're implying?

That we owe our human condition
to the intervention of insects?

Yes.
I suppose I am.

Breen,
do you accept any of this?

No.
No, I don't.

Not a single word!

Quatermass, you asked me
a while ago

if I had a theory of my own.

Well, I have and here it is.

And it does not involve Martians
or obscene experiments.

- Go on, please.
- Only Germans.

And it goes back to 1944,

and not millions of years

Breen,
you can't still be hanging on to that...

I suggest that once the Germans
realised they were losing the war,

they put out a propaganda scare.

They sent over an experimental V-Weapon

that would produce
exactly the effect it has produced,

thanks to you.

Except that it was a little late
for their purpose.

What about those creatures?

Fakes,

put there as a circumstantial touch.

Like mermaids at a fair, made up
of odds and ends of flesh and bone.

The oldest trick in the business!

- Ingenious!
- Except that it didn't happen.

- BREEN: I say it did.
- Yes, yes.

It has that black,
Wagnerian imagination.

Methodical people, the Hun.

- You must hear the expert testimony.
- Oh, experts!

- I'm sure I'm right, sir.
- I'm sure you are.

I like the common sense of it.
It feels right.

We'll let the Home Secretary
off his beat.

- Get him now?
- Yes.

That mysterious missile,
is it quite safe?

- I've had it thoroughly checked, sir.
- No possible danger to the public?

None.
I'm certain.

Good.
We'll get things back to normal.

Have that barrier down,
people back in their homes,

let the press see whatever they want.

- We'll prepare a short statement now.
- Here he is, sir.

Think what you're doing.
At least wait until you've had...

How dare you!

Hello, John.

Sorry you've been led
such a dance this evening.

It's all over now.

It's a gigantic false alarm.

That's official.
There's no further danger.

What about that thing down there?

There'll be a full statement
in the morning.

You mean it was a hoax?

I don't know, sir.
Open the barrier.

- A hoax!
- A hoax?

Oh, we come here specially!

Inspector,
the bomb-disposal people.

They're still there.
I can see their truck.

They're just packing up.

Oh, come on!
Let's get a wet!

- Too late to go to the flicks now.
- Oh, come on.

Oh, cripes!
Stuck here till the last!

You're only a civvy, son.

"Leave the lamps till I'm through,"
he says. Right, Sergeant?

I thought he had
some delicate task on.

Look at it,
he's slinging out bloody sacks!

- A wonder he didn't make us do it!
- He wouldn't do that.

- You what?
- No!

They haven't had us touch
that thing since this morning.

That's right.
Why?

Hands.

Look!
Got me a bit.

Yeah.

- That cream fixed it, though.
- Well, it didn't fix him.

Nor Captain Potter.
I saw him when he took the bandages off.

Still, he's not a bad sergeant.

Gibson! Jones!

Till he starts bawling.

Coming, Sarge!

I'm glad this job's over.

- You reckon this was a Jerry job?
- That's what the man said.

Funny, though,
all them stories about this place.

That was before they had Jerries.

Shove 'em down!

Do you reckon little Westie
really seen anything?

Little Westie what?

He lost his nerve, son.
Spent too long clearing beaches.

As soon as you're ready, we'll pull out.

Very good, sir.
Come on, jump to it!

- Take my gear now, Sarge?
- Yes, and knock off the generator.

All right, leave it to me.

- Have you got any gloves?
- No.

- All right, take mine.
- All right, ta.

Are you cold?

Well, pick up that stuff and move!

Come on, at the double!

Keep you warm.

- So long, boy!
- SLADDEN: See you again!

Sorry, miss, if I were to let you
go down there, they'd all want to go.

But I must.
I've told you who I am.

- What's the trouble?
- Oh, thank goodness.

I've got to get some notes.
They're valuable.

- Where from?
- From the hut.

Oh, damn, we were just leaving.
It'll all be shut down.

Oh, Sergeant,
is there anybody still below?

Yes, Sladden, sir.

There you are.
I'll be quick.

- Miss!
- No, it'll be all right.

I think.

(WHISTLING)

(THUDDING)

(THUDDING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SOUNDS)

(EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMS)

(BARBARA SCREAMING)

(RATTLING)

♪ Bring me my chariot

♪ Of fire

♪ I will not cease

♪ From mental fight

♪ Nor shall my sword
sleep in my hand

♪ Till we have built... ♪

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