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Domic the Liberator in London on Wednesday.

The courier says he's South America's best-loved man.

And the post says that in spite of his great achievements, he has made many

enemies. Seems that Scotland Yard is taking unusual security precautions.

He is in London to learn the latest industrial techniques which he hopes to

apply in furthering the prosperity of his own country. England proudly bids

him welcome.

The point is just exactly how are we going to kill him?

Why do you keep on shaving?

Why does any man shave?

To keep his face feeling clean.

It's a waste of time when it doesn't show.

your experiments going on?

As a matter of fact, Sally, I'm in a bit of a jam.

I need something to work on other than myself.

Mice and guinea pigs are all very well, but their different metabolic rates and

so on make it difficult.

I may try a monkey.

Why don't you use a man?

Well, that'd be taking too much of a risk.

Besides, I can't imagine getting many volunteers.

I'll volunteer. I'd love to be invisible.

Not if I know it. One freak in the family's enough.

Now I must get dressed. I've got a big day ahead.

I thought I was in the wars.

An accident?

Sort of.

What happened to you?

I swerved to avoid a dog.

Oh. Anything I can do?

Well, that's going to need a tow truck.

Could you possibly drive me home? It's not very far.

Sure, hop in.

But I've a rather heavy suitcase in the car.

Would you mind? Yes, of course.

This is where the fabulous Mr.

Constantine lives. Yes.

I'm glad to be able to help you. I must get along now. But my suitcase.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot.

Would you mind bringing it into the house? Of course.

This is kind of you.

Thank you so much. Just put it over there. You will have a drink, won't you?

Thank you.

But I am in a hurry.

Oh, Mr. Brady.

Now, how did you know my name?

The one thing that I never lack is information.

Oh, I get it. You know by my bandages. They're a kind of trademark.

You... You've had troubles too, I see.

Yes.

Let me introduce myself.

Constantine. Raphael Constantine.

I've heard about you, Mr. Constantine.

And your famous art collection.

Well, I've enjoyed this chance of meeting you, but I'm running very late.

It was no chance meeting you, Mr. Brady.

It was all arranged.

Arranged?

But you're a ditched car.

What? But why?

I had to see you here alone at once.

We knew how busy you were, your many commitments.

Why did you want to see me? Because I wanted to find out for myself whether it

really was possible for a man to become invisible.

Well, you can accept my assurance he can.

Now, if you don't mind.

Mr. Brady, if you'll leave me now, I'm a dead man.

Please, come inside.

All my life I've lived for beauty, surrounded myself with lovely things.

I've hated ugliness, tried to lock it out.

But now I'm engulfed in a loathsome obscenity of ugliness, from which I

cannot day or night for one moment escape.

Can you stand shocks?

As a scientist, I've seen many things.

But nothing, I think, quite as horrible as this.

It's like a face created in clay by a four-year-old child.

And I cannot, I will not continue this nightmare existence.

That's why, if you don't help me, I intend to die today.

He means it, Mr. Brady.

But what can I do? I'm a scientist, not a surgeon. There's no way I can help.

There is one way.

By making me invisible.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to help you, but what you suggest is no answer. It is.

It's the only answer.

To think that no one, not even I, would ever again have to look on this mangled

nightmare of a face.

There's nothing in the world I wouldn't give for such a favor.

Mr. Brady, you need my father as much as he needs you.

Why? My information is that you must have a human being to experiment on

before you can become visible again. Who told you that?

I told you I don't lack for information.

Listen, I'll do anything, everything you ask. No risk would be too great.

I do need a human being for my experiments, but... Please, Mr Brady.

I don't know. My director would have to obtain permission from the government.

If something went wrong with the experiments... Nothing could be worse

than the horror that I've lived through these last years.

Mr Brady, my life is in your hands.

I'll do what I can.

Well, Mr.

Constantine, it's going to work.

I'm sure he'll do it.

Make you invisible?

But can he do it in time? The president arrives tomorrow.

He'll be here for two weeks?

This is my one way of getting near enough to Domecq, the liberator, to kill

him.

London has turned out in force to welcome President Domecq, the liberator.

Later in the day, he went to Downing Street and in the afternoon drove

through cheering crowds in the palace.

It seems that the well-loved President Domecq, it's fair to become as popular

with our London crowds as he is at home among his own people.

You're in his stay, Elinor.

Oh, I hate that smirking unmarked face.

He won't look like that by the time I finish with him.

Mr. Constantine, if I may suggest, aren't you letting this passion for

revenge endanger all of us?

After all, it wasn't the President who disfigured you.

He did not throw the bomb, but he took away our house, our estates, our

factories, everything.

And left me...

With this.

He took everything from me, too. My home, my job as leading scientist with

your combine.

And haven't I looked after you since?

Oh, yes.

Yes, you have, and I am grateful.

I wish to remain with you, Mr. Constantine. You have my complete

loyalty. That is why I beg you.

There are only two things which are important.

My invisibility and the president's death.

These gentlemen are with me, Joe.

Okay, Mr. Brady.

So now you are giving him 400 mega-helions, eh?

You are certainly getting the hang of the experiments.

I watch closely because it so deeply concerns Mr.

Constantine.

You stop at 500? Surely you can give him more.

I could, but I'm not going to.

Believe me, 500's plenty.

If it wasn't for the fact that we've already built up his body resistance...

That's just it.

Mr. Constantine is getting impatient.

He complains that for two weeks now you have just been playing around the edges

of this experiment.

Heart test, blood test, breathing counts, metabolism.

And now just as he is getting the ray, you stick to such tiny exposures. I

don't understand you.

Complicated scientific experiments like this can't be hurried.

If I'm to gain anything of value from it, each step must be taken in orderly

progression and under strict control.

But Mr.

Constantine does not want these precautions.

He longs to be invisible.

He cannot bear this waste of time.

Well, he'll just have to be patient.

Already the build-up on his body is immense.

Tomorrow I shall increase the rate of absorption to 600 mega-heliums.

That's all for today.

All right, Mr. Constantine, I'm cutting off the power and releasing the locks.

Finished already.

I've only been in there five minutes.

Three and three quarters, to be precise.

Take more.

Lots more.

I've no doubt.

But I'm not taking any chances.

I had to obtain top brass permission to start and promise to apply every

possible safeguard and caution. So that's just what I'm going to do. Can't

you see this delay is driving Mr. Constantine mad?

The purpose of this experiment isn't only to make Mr.

Constantine invisible.

but also to obtain information on how to make an invisible man visible again.

He should worry about that.

That's enough, Max.

Mr. Brady is right.

I was overlooking my obligations in this matter.

Forgive me.

I'm sure you'll understand how hard it is to wait.

I do.

I've been doing a bit of waiting myself.

Tell me one thing.

How long could it be?

Before I achieve invisibility.

Three days?

Four? If I'm on the right track?

From calculations of my total exposure to the rays, I reckon your absorption

limit has almost been reached.

600 mega-heliums tomorrow, 700 the day after. Eight, if needed, the day after

that. I think by then we can count on you becoming invisible.

Three days more.

That's not long to wait for a miracle Thank you, and my apologies for our ill

-mannered impatience Forget it.

See you tomorrow

Hello.

What time will you be home for dinner?

Well, that's just it. I won't. I'll be late home.

Will you tell your mother, please?

It's this man I'm doing the experiment on.

There's something very funny going on. I'm going to do a bit of snooping to

find out what it is.

I may not be home at all.

All right. I'll tell her.

Goodbye, Sally.

Goodbye, Uncle Peter.

It's in the paper, sir. Who is?

President Domech. Huh?

He's been recalled to South America.

Leaving right after the ship launching. Tomorrow.

But this changes everything.

You must alter the whole plan. You will never be ready in time.

He could be ready in time. It means taking a big risk, though. Then he

mustn't. That's enough, Mariah.

Are you sure it can be done?

Well, you remember what Brady said.

You have almost reached the absorption limit.

Another 200 or 300 mega-helions and you will be bursting with this stuff.

Then all I've got to do is to get him to give it me in one dose instead of three.

We will have to work fast.

What time does this ship launching take place?

Twelve noon.

Brady gets to his laboratory just after nine.

That leaves us three hours to persuade him, do the job, and get to the

shipyard.

How do you intend to kill Tomek?

I meant it to be a bomb, to give him a taste of what I had.

Now, now it'll have to be a gun.

But if you are invisible, people will see the gun floating through the air.

No. Maria will carry the weapon of execution in her bag. And at the last

moment, I'll take it from her and move away.

Nothing will connect her with a killing.

There won't be a killing. A, because you won't be invisible to shoot this man

down, and B, because you'll be sitting in jail, all of you. We've an old

-fashioned prejudice against assassinations.

Still, you may be lucky enough to get away with ten years apiece.

Nothing is going to happen to us.

Because you are not going to be around to talk.

Don't be silly. Put that gun away.

You're liable to hurt someone.

And it won't be me.

You're costing Mr.

Constantine a fortune.

Stand still, everyone.

Eventually, he must give away his position.

Good morning, Mr. Brady.

Okay.

Hurry up.

Am I glad to get out of that.

Let's get to work. Open it.

I don't like it. There is so much could go wrong.

Nothing will go wrong.

I have complete faith in you, Max.

For the last few days, you've watched his every move.

I know. Don't argue. We're wasting time.

Are you all right, Mr. Constantine?

I'm as visible as I ever was.

What's the reading now?

600 mega-helions.

I told you 800.

Fool. But the build-up is too fast.

No human body can stand it.

Let me be the judge of that.

800.

Have you got the gun? Yes.

Is it loaded, ready for my father to fire?

Quite ready, Miss Constantine.

You stay here and guard the invisible man.

Thank you.

My father. Unless he gets here soon, he'll be too late.

He's to shoot at him as the ship goes down the slipway and the whistles blow.

But he's not here. What's happened?

Any minute now, he'll launch it.

My friends, I am here to launch the first of this fleet of fine ships for

carrying my country's oil to the world.

And it is with pride that I name this ship Libertad, which in my language

means freedom.

Who took the gun? Father.

But your father is dead.

He made me give him more and more of the ray. He couldn't stand it.

It's his fault.

Mr. Domek.

But for him this would never have happened.

Give me your gun.

Maria, no. Not now.

Give me your gun.

Give me that gun, Miss Constantine.

We can use a few more men like President Domecq.

Well, President Domecq, I'll say goodbye.

I'm very relieved, no doubt, to get me off your hands.

Let us just say, relieved at your safe departure.

Goodbye, Dr. Brady.

Goodbye, Mr. President. And thank you for all you have done.

Well, that's that.

Off to you, sir.

Thank you.

Would you mind dropping me at the lab?