All language subtitles for (1951).The.Man.From.Planet.X.

I don't know
if she’s still alive or not.

They've had her now
for the past 24 hours.

I'm equally uncertain
as to the fate of her father,

Professor Elliot.

Both are probably dead.

The odds are 100 to one
I, too, will be finished

before another sun rises,

but tonight, I'm going to try
to fight for my life

and those larger issues,
so perilously at stake,

affecting all mankind.

If I fail,

this seems most likely,

the consequences to humanity
defy the imagination.

As the only trained reporter
who has been in a position

to observe the terror
from its inception...

and as one
of the few living humans

who has actually met,
face to face,

the man from Planet X.

I will try to set down
the strangest story

a newspaper man ever covered.

It began prosaically enough

in a college observatory
not far from Los Angeles.

What is it?

A new planet.

For want of another name,

presently identified
as Planet X.

It was first spotted
some weeks ago

rushing out of space.

Is-- Is this the reason

Professor Elliot
wired me to contact you?

Have you known
the Professor long?

I was with the Eighth Air Force
in England.

The Professor was
our chief meteorologist

doping out weather
for bomber raids.

The British lent him to us.

Good man, Elliot.

Oh, the best.

He and I became fast friends.

He always said
if he ever ran across

anything of real importance,
he'd give me a crack at it.

Used to think he was
kidding but,

I guess not.

No, I guess not.

What's it all about, Doctor?

The world, Mr. Lawrence,

is now experiencing strange
astronomical phenomena.

Reports have
come in from all over the globe

of inexplicable objects
being sighted in the sky.

Surely, you're not saying
a scientist like yourself

believes such nonsense?

No. I'm not telling you that.

Then on what evidence
do you base your statement?

On questionable reports
of trained observers.

First, this phenomenon
seemed to have

no particular focal point,

appeared at random here
and there about the world.

But about six weeks ago,

tremendous concentration
was detected

over a certain section
of the earth...

in a particularly barren
and isolated area.

Burry?

Yes. What do you know about it?

Well, nothing much,
except that this cablegram

I got from Professor Elliot
came from there.

Says, uh,
"If you remember my promise"

for exclusive story,
see Dr. Robert Blane

at university observatory."
Signed Elliot.

Strange waves...

resembling, but still
not radar waves,

have been bouncing
off the earth.

Coming from someplace outside,

like the moon
or Mars for instance?

Originating on some
sphere outside,

but not the moon or Mars
or any known planet.

Well, where does this
Planet X fit in?

- What's it rushing onwards?
- The Earth.

You mean--

You mean it's likely
to collide with us?

No. At least
not a headlong collision.

Oh, we've had
these things before,

like Hailey's Comet
for instance, to name one.

None which has come
as close to our world

as this one is expected to,
in the next three weeks

if our calculations are correct.

You...
think something will happen?

I wish I knew exactly.

At the best,
atmospheric disturbances,

hurricanes,
probably tidal waves.

And at the worst?

Where does
Professor Elliot fit in?

He discovered the planet.

Oh, is that why he's in Burry?

If he's correct
in his deductions,

this isolated island
is that part of the world

the new planet
will come closest to.

Gee, it sort of makes
cold fingers run down my spine.

How about you?

This is not visible
to the naked eye.

Not yet.

How do I get to Burry?

Here you are, sir.

This is Burry.

Uh, do you know
Professor Elliot?

Aye. I've seen him
once or twice.

- Where's he staying, you know?
- Up at the Brock.

Good evening to you, sir.

Well-- Hey, wait a minute!

- Mr. Lawrence.
- Hello.

I'm sorry I was late.
I had a little motor trouble.

Well, better late than never.

- Put your things in the back.
- All right. Thanks.

- All set?
- Yeah. Drive on, Macduff.

Fog's getting thicker.

It's always worse on the moors
than it is in the village.

You don't remember me, do you?

- Well, I, uh--
- Isn't that a fine example

of how unfaithful men are?

The last time I saw you,
I got your solemn promise

that when I grew up,
I could be your girl.

Good heavens. Enid Elliot.
Well, I thought...

Took you long enough
to recognize me.

The last time I saw you,
you were crying

because you had
to go back to school.

All gawky legs and buck teeth.

I see you do remember me.

Braces took care of the teeth.

And nature took
care of the legs.

- I hadn't thought you'd noticed.
- It's the newspaper man in me.

What a difference
six years make.

I don't think you've changed.

Well, thank you kindly,

or should I thank you kindly?

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Hey,

what did all this?

- Bombs?
- Father time.

It's been this way
for centuries.

Whoever built this tower
up here at the end of nowhere?

They call these towers Brocks.

Originally built,
local legend has it,

as a defense against
the viking raiders.

Well, come on.

"As of midnight,
the 13th of September, 1950,

-is as follows"--
- Hello.

- John.
- Professor,

- it's good to see you.
- And you, my lad, and you.

It's a cozy place you have here.

Serves its purpose.

Oh, you remember
Dr. Mears by any chance?

Mr. Lawrence, has forgotten.

I forgive him.

I doubt if he ever
expected to see my face again.

Frankly, I hadn't given it
much thought.

John and I are starved.

I suppose you and Dr. Mears
have already eaten.

Yes. We had a bite.
Take him down to the kitchen,

and fix yourselves something.

It's just a tiny place
right underneath here

but home is where the pantry is.
Isn't that so?

- That's right.
- Come along.

Here. Let us continue.

"1950, is as follows..."

what I lack in talent
for cookery, I make up in speed.

But I really do brew
a fine cup of tea.

Well, I hope so.

How many of these
rooms are there?

This one's mine,
and there's another one

under this.
Dr. Mears occupies it.

- No thanks. You have some.
- Um-hmm.

Hey, how on earth
does he happen to be here?

Oh, you know father,
soft-hearted as a sponge.

Mears dropped in on us...
two weeks ago,

pleaded he was ill and broke,
and jolly well looked it, too.

And he was one
of father's old students.

- So he's here.
- Hmm.

- Just dropped in?
- Um-hmm.

People don't just drop in here,

a place
on the edge of the world.

I heard he was
somewhere in Scotland.

He's been in seclusion
since that trouble he got into.

I feel sort of sorry for him.

- Well, you needn't.
- He should've gotten 20 years.

He did go to prison
for a while, didn't he?

I was just a kid then.

I trust I'm not disturbing you,
Mr. Lawrence.

Professor Elliot would
like to see you upstairs.

Go ahead, John. I'll be up
in a minute,

as soon as I put away
these dishes.

All right.

Didn't interrupt you
before you'd finished, did I?

No. No. Just having some tea.

Where's Mears?

What? I thought he was
behind me.

Hmm. Must have gone to his room.

I called you to take a look
at our mysterious visitor

before we lose her
for the night.

Good.

Fog's rolling in off the moors.

- Go ahead, John.
- Thank you.

It's tripled in size.

Grows larger nightly.

Well?

What do you think, Professor?

I think...

I'll just have to wait
and see on the 17th.

Stray dog.

Eerie place, these moors
and wet, too.

Yet they have a grim
beauty of their own.

That hot tea you drank
should've warmed you nicely.

Is that why the British drink
so much of it? The climate?

And because we like it.

Hello, lightning.

Storm brewing.

I've heard that one may tell
how distant a storm is,

by the number of seconds

between the lightning
and the thunder. True?

Well, let's see.

One, two,

three, four,

five, - Five,

six, seven, eight...

Huh. Must be in Chicago.

- No thunder.
- Hmm.

- Well, static electricity maybe.
- This time of the year?

So, how's the view
from the top of the rise?

Pretty if there's anything
to be seen.

Well, I'm sure of that.

The village is over there,
but the fog's too thick.

You'll have to take
my word for the view.

I'll do that...

and add three of my own.

I like it.

We better be getting back.
Dad will worry...

I'll bet right now
he doesn't know we're alive.

And it's getting cold.

I hadn't noticed.

Well, which way?

Uh, this. I think it's closer
this way.

Here we are.

- Take it easy.
- Thank you.

Oh! I'm sorry.

What on earth is that?

I don't know.

If I were mechanically minded,
I could probably tell you.

Well, what could it be?

That, as we say back
in the States,

is the 64 dollar question.

Careful. It might
explode or something.

Oh, it's not a bomb.

At least, I don't think it is.

Besides, what would
a bomb be doing up here?

Fell out of a plane?

Do any ever fly across here?

Uh-uh.

The only one that's been
anywhere near here in the past

six months must've been the one

that set you off the breakwater
this afternoon.

Well, your father will
probably be able

- to tell us what it is.
- Oh, you could never

carry that back to the Brock,
it looks...

- Ah.
- Nothing to it.

The measurements
are singularly precise.

What is it?

How does it operate?
If it does or has.

Well, you ask more
than I'm prepared to answer.

A theory might suggest
that the inside is hollow,

and it might've contained

a propulsive element
of some kind,

a gas perhaps. Look here.

The metal is discolored,

possibly from the generation
of some terrific heat.

It's fantastic.

Professor, look.

Interesting. That should
work out at about one fifth

the specific gravity of steel.

That could mean millions,

millions if that formula
could be reproduced.

Well, Mears, I don't know
if I follow you.

What you mean if that formula
could be reproduced?

Where do you assume
this came from?

Well, my assumption
may sound fantastic,

may be fantastic
for all I can say,

but this object...

comes out of space?

I could not deny
the possibility.

Do you realize what
this metal could mean?

It's harder than steel.

It has tremendous
tensile strength,

and it weighs only
a fifth as much as steel.

The man
who controls this formula...

controls the industry
of the world.

Before you start
spending those millions, Doctor,

consider a slight problem.

What's that?

If the Professor's theory
bears any fact...

you're going to have
a little difficulty

mining that metal,
don't you think?

I was speaking metaphorically,
of course.

You reassure me.

Let us concentrate
on this remarkable object.

- Father, it's quite late.
- Shh. The scale is delicate

and responds to a breath
upon it.

How long has it been
since you slept?

Oh, about 36 hours
and 6,000 miles ago, I guess.

Would you object to sharing
a bed with Dr. Mears?

Oh, no need to inflict
myself on him.

I noticed an inn at the village.

Well, just for tonight.

Tomorrow I'll make dad
get rid of Mears.

Not on my account please.

On my own. He--
Well, he upsets me.

Well, we can't have
you getting upset...

can we?

Where are you going?

- I'll drive you.
- Oh.

- See you tomorrow.
- Well, good night.

Thanks a lot for everything.

Drive carefully.

Oh, I know every stone
in the road.

John?

Yeah?

It's nice having you here.

Thanks.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Confound the luck.

The light flickered on and off.

It wasn't very bright,

a ghastly greenish color.

When I got close to it,

it looked
like a giant glass ball

girdled with something
like a steel belt.

Three of them, I think.

When I got close enough
to look in, there it was.

"It?" what?

That face, right on
the other side of the glass,

looking right into mine.
I was terrified.

- Face, a human face?
- A ghastly caricature,

or like something
distorted by pressure.

I can't think how else
to describe it.

A horrible, grotesque
imitation of a face

looking right into my eyes.

Now, I know you're not given
to hysteria, my dear...

but your statements
have the tinge of fantasy.

Now, you--

You say you saw this--

- This hideous face?
- Yes!

And I ran,

really frightened, I guess,
for the first time in my life.

Hmm.

- You're not going out there.
- I'd better take a look.

You have a hot drink
and get some sleep.

I'll guide you.

- No, my dear--
- Don't argue. I'm quite alright.

It was just the first shock.

Now you've got me wondering
just what I did see.

I'm going with you.

All right.

This way.

- Where?
- Over the next rise.

I don't see anything.

I think it's straight ahead.

Look.

Quietly now.

Can't see much.

No face, at least.
I'm certain of that.

What is it?

Obviously,
a creation of science.

That's beyond question.

But manufactured by whom

and for what purpose?

- Careful father.
- Shh.

Look, the light went out.

Down.

Let's get away from here.

We should've waited
until daylight.

It was senseless coming out here
in the dark, I'm--

It's uncanny.

Come on, father.

Get up, father.

Is anything the matter?

Father, do you hear me?

Hurry.

Come on. Hurry.

Please wait.

Father, stop!

Father?

Don't stare at me.

Come with me.

Slowly.

All I was capable
of was obedience

when I heard a command.

It was a complete
paralysis of the faculties

other than blind,
slavish movement.

Well, we seem to be confronted

by a concrete menace.

Willful.

Hostile.

Do you think--

Could it possibly have something
to do with that planet?

Oh, am I glad to see you.

What's doing? I saw your car.
Is anything the matter?

We've had a case of the jitters.

I shouldn't keep you out here
on the doorstep. Come on in.

Your theory, Professor,

is that these
singular occurrences

are in some way
connected with Planet X.

Have you a better
theory to offer?

No, but, uh, you'll
have to pardon me

if it takes me a moment
to get my bearings.

What do you think this
is building up to?

Well, I must confess,
I'm beyond my depth.

We have but one
theory to work on.

In approximately 60 hours
the planet's orbit

will bring it into its closest
position to this world.

Burry will be the nearest spot
on earth to the planet

and whatever
and whoever is upon it.

Sixty hours.

Don't you think we'd better
notify the police?

What should we notify them of?

That ball out there.

There's this gadget
Enid and I found.

And defeat everything
that we've spent all these weeks

in this forsaken spot
to achieve?

Being overrun with the curious?

Somebody's liable to run
onto that thing out there.

Oh, it isn't likely.

This area of the moors
is checkered with marshes.

Many a straying farm animal
has been swallowed up.

This place has a bad name.

The natives keep their distance.

Where's this ball now?

I'll take you.

You can see it
from the edge of this rock.

Look.

No sign of life.

You know what that looks like
to me?

A big diving bell.

Only difference between water
and space

is a matter of density.

Hmm. Here.

It's pretty quiet now, let's--

- Let's go down and take a look.
- Hmm.

That everlasting fog
they mistake

for climate around here.

Come on.

- Glass?
- I wonder.

It was my wife's.

Diamonds cut glass.

Not a scratch.

Glass and practically
any other substance on earth.

This must be
tremendously resistant.

I can't think of anything
known to man equally so.

And this, you believe...

from out of space?

What else?

Well, what's the next step,
Professor?

Keep it carefully
under observation

until the 17th and find out
whether it has any connection

with what may
or may not happen then.

We'd better be getting back.
We don't wanna worry Enid much.

Quite right.

That thing he's holding.
Watch it.

Don't move.

If he doesn't take the idea
and make a move for me...

you run. Run as hard
and as fast as you can

and come back with help.
Lots of it.

Ever tried outrunning
the speed of light?

Well, here goes.

This is a universal gesture.
Maybe it'll work.

What's the matter with him?

Hear that hissing noise?

That sounds

like it's coming
from that tank on his back.

Probably filled with gas,

something like oxygen.

Whatever it is,
he's trying to regulate it.

Seems that he's trying
to turn that knob to the right,

but he doesn't have
the strength and coordination.

Must've decided
we're friendly natives.

We've got to find
some means of communication.

He's capable of sound.

Maybe an attempt to communicate.
It seems hopeless, though.

It looks as if we're up
against a blank wall.

Come on,
let's beat it back to the Brock.

What, and leave him?

Question is, will he let us?

It's maddening.

Here we have
this astounding creature

with his vast potential
for fabulous knowledge

to be given us, and we may only
stand and stare at each other.

Lawrence.

Elliot.

Oh...

I'm getting primitive
in my excitement.

It's foolish of me.

What about sign language?

Shall I try it?

Just don't alarm him.

It's no use.

Start backing up.

If he makes a move
for that thing

in his holster, stop.

All right. Back up.

All right now. On the double.

What's the matter?

- Father!
- I'm all right.

John, where have you been?
I've been so--

Behind you.

Any luck?

Nothing works.

He just keeps making that sound
to everything we try to do.

How is Enid?
Did the sedative work?

- Yeah, she's asleep now.
- Good.

We've got to reach him.

You've found a means
of communication, Doctor?

Yes.

What?

A common denominator, Professor.

The basic
and universal language,

Geometry.

By George, Doctor,
you've hit it!

If anything
should warrant success,

this should.

Excuse me, Professor.
You've lost me.

I'm the shadowy figure
in the left background

with a stupid look on his face.
I don't get this mathematics.

There may be
no scientific achievement

without mathematics.

In itself, it's the purest
language of science.

Now this creature

represents an obviously
superior race of beings

where science is concerned.

To be able to land on the Earth

from a planet whose existence
was previously unsuspected.

I'm up to you now.

If there's anything our friend
should be able understand,

and we might use
as a bridge to reach him,

it's this same basic language.
Geometry.

- Precisely.
- Professor,

this is not an easy formula
to devise.

- Would you mind--
- I understand, Dr. Mears.

You need
undisturbed concentration.

Let us know when
you're ready. Come, John.

You're leaving him alone with--

I presume your concern arises

from fears for my safety,
Mr. Lawrence.

Spare yourself any anxiety.

This creature
is as intelligent as we.

He knows
that we are trying to find

a mutual basis
for understanding.

I'm quite safe.

Mears is right. Come, John.

I'll have the world
in my pocket...

with your help.

Now, don't start fussing
about me like that, my dear.

I have a little touch
of the flu.

It's nothing to get
so overwrought about.

- You're going to stay in bed.
- Look now, here's a compromise.

Suppose, I paddle to the village

to the drugstore and
get some medicine that will--

- Will at least alleviate the--
- "Chemist" in England.

Chemist or drugstore.

Anyway, I'll get something
that'll knock this out.

You stay in bed
until I get back.

Oh, that creature downstairs--

Oh, don't worry about him.
I'll take a look at him.

I don't like leaving
you here with...

- I'll get back as fast as I can.
- Oh, wait.

Here are the keys to the car.

If you fix the tire,
it'll save you a lot of time.

All right.

Oh, and what have we here, now?

Oh, morning, Constable.

Isn't that Miss Elliot's car?

Yeah. I'm visiting her father.

So you're the man from America.

Yup.

Folks be saying all's not well
up to the Brock.

They're absolutely right.

Strange doings at all
times of the night.

Naturally.

- Excuse me.
- Aye.

Naturally, you're saying.

Yup. Professor Elliot
has a touch of the flu.

Oh, so, it's true.

As a matter of fact,

I'm on my way in now

to the chemist
to get some medicine.

Aye.

- So, if you'll excuse me.
- Aye.

This shall be my secret.

Oh.

To think...

a fantastic gnome like you,

had to hurtle out of space...

to put this power into my hands.

Well...

now that we've made contact...

I'm going to tear out
every secret you've got.

We're gonna ration this...

and you're gonna start
earning it.

Dr. Mears?

Dr. Mears!

What is it?

Father would like to see you.

He's resting.

Were you able
to communicate with him?

No.

It was a futile attempt.

I couldn't make him
understand me at all.

I'm most disappointed.

I had high hopes.

Oh, I felt sure you were
on the right track.

Well, we will have
to try another method.

How are you feeling?

Everybody's so concerned
about me.

May I trouble you
for a glass of water, please?

Yes.

Got the stuff.

Should have you
up around in no time.

- Where's Enid?
- In the kitchen.

Enid?

Enid?

Enid was gone.

Had I sacrificed her
just for a newspaper story?

That was the thought
which tormented me.

She's nowhere around.
The dungeon's empty.

Empty?

What happened after I left?

Enid! He must have
taken her with him.

- Come on.
- Where to?

The sphere out on the moor.
Where else would he take her?

You got a gun, Professor?

- I have one.
- Well, bring it.

Be careful. I'll go along with--

Now wait a minute, Professor.
Be sensible, please.

You'd better stay in bed.

We'll go out and reconnoiter
and be back as soon as we can.

- Let's go.
- Well, the gun's in my room.

I'll meet you out front.

What did he do to him?

He was trying
to establish communication.

How? Oh, yes, I know,
geometrically, but how else?

Well, what do you mean?

Did he abuse him?
Provoke him in any way?

There certainly
wouldn't have been any sense

in doing so.

Well, I don't consider
Mears a sensible man.

He's an ambitious man,
a brilliant man,

an unscrupulous man,

but certainly
not a sensible one.

But why should he be foolish
as to try to jeopardize--

Well, he may have to answer
for that one of these days.

Here, directions
are on the bottle.

You'd better take it,
and stay in bed.

Anything?

Not a sign. Nothing.

We can't risk a move.
Enid might be in there.

What'd you do to him back
there in the dungeon?

Do to him?

I didn't do anything.
Nothing at all.

He showed a definite disposition
toward friendliness when I left.

Well, how can you talk of him
as if he were a human being.

How do we know what thought
processes run through his head?

How can we even assume
that he thinks like we do?

How can you anticipate

what a fantastic organism
like that

might do or might not do?

Alright, alright.

Stay here and I'll be back,
as soon as I can.

If anything should happen
to Enid, I'll...

never forgive myself.

I should never have exposed her
to this danger.

Should never have...

exposed her.

The night was haunted by terror

and the sickening conviction

that the man from Planet X
had Enid powerless in his grasp.

If she was to be saved,

I had to think calmly.

I checked off my resources.

Help from the village?

I dared not risk it
with Enid a captive.

The Professor? III. Helpless.

Dr. Mears?

Unstable. Unpredictable.

If I only were not so helpless

before the voiceless
threat of the unknown.

Where was Enid?

And where was the man
from Planet X?

Good evening to you, sir.

Good heavens, men.
Don't you knock?

I thought you heard us
coming up the stairs.

No, I didn't.

I didn't mean
to frighten you, sir.

What brings you here?

We'd like to speak
with the Professor.

He's sick.
He's under a sedative.

What do you want with him?

'Tis a matter
of considerable importance.

Aye, Sandy burns
and Mike Lane have gone.

Gone? Where? Why?

Plain vanished
and none can tell where.

I don't get you.

Gordy and me,
we've been out on the moors,

searching for them.

We dropped by here
to look in on you.

You don't think I have your
two villagers up here, do you?

Each night they drive the sheep
in from the moors.

Last night,
they did not come home.

- The two of them.
- And what we want to know...

is it any of your doing here
at the Brock?

Up here?

You'll not deny
there's something very strange

going on here.

No.

I won't deny it.

Something strange
has been going on.

I was right, Boogey doings.

Aye, aye.

And now...

what exactly
is the nature of this--

- Miss Elliot has disappeared.
- Aye, miss...

oh, no. She has, now?

Have you any idea
as to where she could be?

Yes, I have...

but I can't tell you.

And why not?

You wouldn't believe me.

I'll have to show you.

Aye, show me, is it?

I'll try to explain on the way
if your friend will stay

with the Professor
while we're gone.

Well, all right.

But there best be

no monkey business
of a foreign nature.

I'll go with you...

- and, Gordy...
- Aye, Tammy?

If I'm not back
in a reasonable time,

- call out the village.
- Aye.

Boogey's work.

I'll not believe
such clapper-claw--

That's why I'm going
to show you.

It's that sphere
which brought him out of space.

Look quietly now,
it's just over the next rise.

Aye, it's daft.
You are completely flummoxed.

Or it is some American joke.

Look, I don't enjoy walking
out on these cold moors.

Professor Elliot hasn't been
living in that boldy Brock

because he likes it,

and his daughter
hasn't disappeared as a joke.

Aye. You make it sound
very sober.

'Tis a sorry part of the moors
for honest men to be in.

Come on, easy.

- It's right ahead, now.
- Aye.

I don't see a thing.

This is the spot where I left
Mears just a few hours ago.

You don't tell me
he's gone away, too.

Mears?

Mears?

- Give me a light.
- Aye.

I don't see a thing.

There, there. You see where
the brush is flattened?

What's this?

Mears' binoculars.

Ach, man,

it must be you've been
sampling too much

of our good Scot whisky.

Finding a pair glasses
doesn't mean much.

What about two villagers
who've disappeared

and miss Elliot and now Mears?

Believe me, man,
we're in trouble.

We'll go back
to the station house.

I'll get out a search party.

Meanwhile, I'll keep
me eyes on you.

I don't care
where you keep your eyes,

- provided you do something.
- Now, we'll go along with you.

Tammy, have you found my man?

Was out on the moor
gave you any clue, Constable?

Nay, not.

We have not found a thing.

But two more persons
are missing.

One is the old
Professor's daughter...

and the other is one of the men
staying up to the Brock.

Now, don't you worry.

We'll find him for you.

- Donald.
- Aye?

Go up one side of the village.
Knock on the doors.

- Andre.
- Aye.

You go up the other side.

We'll have to search
the moors thorough.

It will take every man and boy.

Tell the men to bring
what arms they have.

- Andre, Donald, you hear that?
- Aye.

Get on with you, then.

Gordy! What ails you, man?

Act like you've seen
a ghost or something.

A ghost? No.

Something of flesh and blood...

yet of neither.

Horrible, monstrous creature

with a head as big
as two men put together,

and skin with the shine
of a new shilling,

and eyes that are no better
than a dead, cut fish.

Where'd you see him?
Why'd you leave the Professor?

I did not leave him.
He got up and left me.

What are you saying?

I went to fill the water jug
at the well.

But the time when I was
coming back, the Professor

was walking in the fog with his
friend who's been with him.

- Dr. Mears?
- Aye, that's him.

I heard him call him by name.

What happened?
The Professor's ill.

The other one was helping him.

He looked no better
than a dead man himself,

with his glassy eyes.

I was afraid,

and I followed them.

And then...

then it was I saw it.

- It? It what, man?
- The Boogey.

Boogey?

With a big head
and a peculiar hump in his back.

He stepped out of the fog
a wee bit before

the Professor and his friend.

And I did not wait
to see what else happened.

I ran until I thought my heart
would burst from my chest.

Alright get back now, get back.

Well, Mr. Lawrence...

what do you make of that?

It's that creature
from outer space.

He's got Mears in his clutches
and used him

to get the Professor
into his hands.

That's where you'll find
the men from the village, too.

Man from space?

What clapper-claw is this?

'Tis a fearsome visitor
from another world.

Is it complete daft
you are, constable?

'Tis why the Professor
has been living up at the Brock.

To see what would happen

when an unknown planet
came close to the Earth...

on the night of the 17th.

That's a few days from now.

But why here in Burry?

Because the Professor's
calculations told him

this is the area
of closest contact

with the planet.

But the Boogey...

'Tis real, then?

We have every reason
to believe it is.

The lasses and the children,
stay behind locked doors!

You men!

It will be all over town
in no time.

We've got to get out
on the moors.

Come on, you could not get
a loon out there to--

We'll get help from the outside.

You got a radio?
I mean, a wireless?

Not for outside contact.

Call London, tell them
what's happened here,

and ask for help at once.

Hello?

Are you there?

Hello! Hello, there!

- It's dead.
- Here, let me try.

Hello, operator?

Operator. Hello, hello, hello.

Have you had this trouble
before?

Only during climate disturbances
and the like.

- There's no local exchange here?
- It's over on the mainland.

The wire goes across
the bottom of the sea.

Well, except for the fog,
the weather isn't too bad.

Aye, I can't understand it.

Look, lend me your bicycle
and I'll go back to the Brock.

Maybe I'll find something that--

Well, who knows?

Fine risk you'd be running.

It's better than hanging
around here, just waiting.

- The bicycle's outside.
- Thanks.

I'll be back in a few hours.

You hang on that phone.

Aye.

Hello?

These two must have
undergone the same treatment.

You mean they were acting
independent of their

- own inclinations and will?
- They were acting like slaves,

and seeking villagers
to be enslaved with them.

- But for what purpose?
- Can't you see man?

- He's building an army.
- An army!

If he isn't stopped, he'll have
every man in this village

- to carry out his orders.
- Aye.

Man, you take
the taste of the tea

right out of my mouth.

You've any luck with the phone?

Nothing but jangling
clanging and buzzing.

Is there any way at all
we can get word off this island?

No, no, no.

Except...

what? Wha-- well, talk, man!

I wa-- I was thinking
perhaps heliograph.

Well, try it at once!

But there's not enough sunlight
to get to the nearest place.

There's enough to reach
that boat out there.

Hey, right you are!

- Fast, fast, before it sails by.
- Right-o.

Hurry up. She'll be nosing
into that fog bank

- in a few minutes.
- Aye.

Emergency.

Village...

terror-stricken.

Contact...

Scotland yard.

- Well, she's gone.
- Aye.

Fog bank swallowed her up.

Think they saw us?

I cannot tell.

And what are you lads
doing out this time of--

Oh, look here, lads!

Let me go!
This is no time for pranks!

And I found it
at the new location,

where he'd moved it.
It was being fortified,

and I have no doubt
that the men doing the job

were the same ones who
disappeared from the village

but I was too far away
to recognize them.

And I have some
news for you, too.

Two more of the men
of the village have been taken.

- How'd that happen?
- Young Wilke and Bobby Harris.

Young Wilke went down
to look at his cows.

They hadn't been
milked for two days.

His sister said he left
a little before sunrise.

He didn't return.

Bobby went down
to look at his boat,

to see if it were up above
the midnight tide line.

He didn't return, neither.

If the men left
don't buckle down the job

this is going to be
a village of zombies.

Look, man you cannot get
them out. It's the fear

of the unknown that scared them.
Even if they were willing

to take the risk, their lasses
wouldn't let them.

What we gonna do? Stand around
and let him send for us too?

Come.

Come in.

Gentlemen.

Who are you? Are you in charge
of this station, Constable?

- Aye.
- I'm inspector Porter.

- Inspector.
- This is Sergeant Ferris.

- Scotland yard?
- Yes.

Gentlemen, pardon me.

Come in, Inspector.
Come in. Sit down.

We were in Edinburgh.

We received word from London.

Our message did get through!

- The ship saw us!
- Aye.

I understand a freight ship

relayed to London by a wireless

a message she picked up
while passing

- that was flashed by heliograph.
- I'm John Lawrence.

Oh. American?

Newspaperman. Affiliated press.

- How'd you get here?
- Small plane.

Landed South of the village.

Only field without boulders.

Took us an hour to trudge here.

You're a long way
from home, Mr. Lawrence.

What are you doing
here in Burry?

Sit down, Inspector.
I'll try to tell you.

Just, how do you expect to cope

with this situation, Inspector?

Well, from what I've been told,

I see only one way.

A detachment of the military.

That creature won't be taken.

He'll fight and all those people
he's captured will die with him.

Besides, how will you get
the soldiers here?

The telephone's out.

Our plane has a wireless.

There just might be another way.

Oh? What's that?

It's now 9:30.

I'll give you until
eleven o' clock

to try what you can.

If you're not back by that time,

we'll open fire.

But you've got to at least
give us time.

By that time, your job
must be finished.

If it isn't...

eleven o'clock, Mr. Lawrence.

But everyone out there
might be annihilated...

Enid, the Professor,
people from the village,

Dr. Mears, everyone.

Professor Elliot
told you that planet

would be within the Earth's
gravitational orbit by midnight.

The consequences
of such an unparallel proximity

could be...

anything.

None of us know what that enigma

out on the moors
might be planning.

Aye, you're right, Inspector.

The Professor's theory was...
invasion.

We can't risk determining
whether it has an effect.

A planet of such size
coming so close to ours

might cause a disastrous
atmospheric upheaval as well.

Therefore,
Mr. Lawrence, eleven o'clock.

We dare not delay
beyond that time.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah.

Even then...

we may be risking too much.

All right.

Eleven o'clock.

"The hour is near,"

and the man

"from Planet X is waiting."

Be sure of who's coming out
of this fog

before you start blasting,
Inspector.

I'll make certain.

I... I've written a story
of what's happened here

up to this minute.

Can I depend on you to get it
into the right hands

when security seems fit?

I'll see that it reaches
the proper hands.

Thanks.

Well...

Good luck.

- Look out for yourself.
- Yeah, thanks.

Professor Elliot.

Professor Elliot, this is John.

John Lawrence.

Do you hear me?

I hear you.

Where's Enid?

- Where's Enid?
- Inside.

What did Mears tell you
when he came back to the Brock?

Told me Enid had escaped
and sent for me.

Listen to me, Professor.

Climb over this embankment.

Very quietly.
And walk straight ahead.

Climb over this embankment.

Walk... straight ahead.

Mears.

Dr. Mears.

Come here.

Kneel, kneel down.

You were able to communicate
with the creature, right?

Yes.

You found out how to do it in
the dungeon back at the Brock.

Is that so?

Yes.

What's he doing now?

What's his appearance here mean?

He's establishing
a wireless directional beam

to his planet.

At midnight, when the planet

is at its closest
approach to Earth,

an invasion will be launched.

But why? Why?

He comes from a planet
that's dying.

It's turning to ice.

If his people
do not escape from the planet

before it swings back
along its route through space...

they will be doomed.

How'd they get
so close to earth?

They managed to make the planet
deviate from its natural orbit

by scientific degravitation.

What was that object
Enid and I found on the moors?

It was a magnetically
powered range finder,

used to determine

the composition
of the Earth's atmosphere.

It was sent out
in advance of the spaceship

for experimental purposes.

And how does he keep
you a slave to his will?

By exposing us to a ray.

He exposes us to it
every few hours.

Wait here.

Men.

Stop work.

Walk straight ahead.

Walk.

Enid! Enid!

Come out of there.
Mears, stand up.

Up!

Run! Over this wall.

Come down.

Darling, it's me. John.

Come on, we must hurry.

There's something out there.

It's the Professor!

Ah, it's glad I am
to see you, sir.

Glad I am, indeed.

Where are you going? Stop now.

Ferris, help him sit down.

Come along, Professor.
Come along.

That's it, man. Sit down here.

That's right, Professor.

10:59.

Keep going!

No, they can't destroy him.

They mustn't.

Mears! Come back!

Fire!

Fools.

Fire!

The planet!

You're going back
with Inspector Porter

in his plane, hmm?

Yep. By this time tomorrow
afternoon, we'll be--

Far out over the ocean.

- Going home.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll miss you.

Your father tells me
you're coming to California

so he can confer with Dr. Blane.

Mm-hmm. Soon.

Good.

Is it true that no one

will ever know
what happened here?

Knowledge would only bring
more fear,

in a world already
filled with it.

Can such a thing
be kept a secret?

No.

No, but it can be
reduced to gossip.

You know...

I think that creature
was friendly.

I wonder what
would have happened if...

if Dr. Mears
hadn't frightened him?

Who knows?

Perhaps the greatest curse
to ever befall the world, or...

perhaps the greatest blessing.