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(MultiCom Jingle)

(dramatic music)

(airplane engines humming)

- Hello, base. Hello, base.

Flowmeter reading .5 a minute.

We're doing very nicely, Scotty.

- Hello, Bob.

Are you ready to test the diffuser?

- We're all set, Scotty.

Increasing the throttle now.

Engine revs 6,000 to 7,000.

Standby for routine test number four.

- Take it easy, Bob.

This is where the others ran into trouble.

- Don't worry.

I know the drill.

RPM, eight to nine thousand.

- Be sure to get the flowmeter reading from him, Mr. Scott.

- Don't worry, I will.

What's the expected feed, 0.1?

If we drop to that, the range of that aircraft

would be more than doubled.

- Hello, control.

Cutting in diffuser now.

- Hello, Bob.

Are you okay?

- Revs building up.

Can't hold them.

Engine's hunting badly.

- Reduce throttle.

What are your revs?

- Throttle controls have no effect.

Looks like an engine in trouble.

- Bring it down.

- All power-assisted controls are dead.

I'm gonna jump.

(coughing)

I can't do much at this speed.

Whole plane's going de...

- Can you hear me, Bob?

You're over open country, jump.

(suspenseful music)

It's no good. His radio's gone too.

(explosion)

(swing music)

- Cup of black coffee, please.

- It looks as if you were on the front page again, Doctor.

- You're right, Katrina.

The Scott Fuel Diffuser,

on which British Aviation spent so much money,

has once more proved a tragic failure.

- I read a more sensational paper.

- Stop this murder.

- Why not, Doctor?

The pilot who died yesterday was at fault

to lose his life testing this adaption.

- Those men had to die.

That was the only way I could do it.

- Only what men you knew.

As long as the diffuser fails to work,

that is all I care about.

And that is all you are paid for.

- I'm going out, Dee.

Phone the lab, will you,

and tell them I've gone to see Scott at the plant.

- Yes, but what can you do?

Surely, it's too late for anyone to help now.

- I've got a feeling he's gonna be

short of friends right now, Dee.

Anyhow, I've known this project since its early stages.

There's nothing wrong with it.

- Yes, but all these accidents.

- [Peter] That's exactly what I don't understand.

See you later.

- Hey, Peter.

Put your bandages on.

- Do I have to?

- Well, you can't go around looking like the headless man.

You'll give someone the fright of their lives.

(chuckles)

- Oh, all right.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Jenny.

What more can I say?

Bob was one of my best friends.

- But he was my husband.

Can't you understand that?

- Jenny, please.

- All you care about is your work, this mad scheme.

- I've worked all my life, Jenny, to make flight safe.

- You made it safe for Bob, didn't you?

And for Jack, and the others before that.

You ought to be stopped from going on with this.

- I did all I could, Jenny.

Bob knew the risks.

- Come along, Jenny.

Better come with me.

- You killed Bob.

- Hello, Brady.

- Hello, Scotty.

- Come on in.

You've come at a bad time.

- That's why I'm here.

- Well, don't give me any sympathy.

That's the one thing I can't take.

- I'm here to help.

- I don't see that you can do anything.

I reckon the whole project is dead.

- That doesn't sound like you.

- You don't know what I've been through since yesterday.

That phone's never stopped ringing.

Official calls, anonymous calls.

I'm a killer, a murderer.

Have you seen the newspapers?

You should see some of the letters I've had.

- They were probably written by half-wits.

- Not all of them.

Listen to this.

It is criminal to proceed with a project

which has proved itself unsound.

- But Scotty, I sat in at the beginning

of this project of yours.

There was nothing wrong with it.

- Tell it to the ministry.

They have just been on the phone.

All further government grants are withdrawn.

No Brady, I can go on as long as most men,

but I think I've had enough of this.

- I know you're better, Scott.

You'll be fighting again in a couple of days.

Do one thing for me, will you?

Show me around the plant.

- What for?

- I'd like to check what goes on.

- What could go on?

- How long have you had this present team?

- For years, why?

- Do you trust them?

- I know what you're thinking.

I used to think it might be sabotage, myself,

but that's not possible.

Everything's been checked,

and double-checked.

- Show me around.

Let me draw my own conclusions, huh?

- All right, come on.

I'll hand you over to my Chief Officer

in charge of inspection and testing.

Doctor?

Have you got time to show Mr. Brady around?

- Be pleased to.

- Mr. Brady, Dr. Court.

- The invisible man, isn't it?

- That's right.

- I'm glad you came, Mr. Brady.

Scott has got to face the facts,

and perhaps he'll take them better

from an old friend, like you.

- I'll do anything I can, Doctor.

- Then, he must realize that his work's a complete failure.

- You're sure of that?

- I'm afraid so.

We all believed in it as much as he did

until we had those tests.

- Hmm.

Always with the same result.

Someone gets killed.

Have you ever thought of sabotage, Dr. Court?

- I used to think of it all the time.

We collect every particle we can from the wreck.

Goes straight to the laboratory.

Never once we found the slightest evidence of sabotage.

No, Mr. Brady.

This was just an idea that Mr. Scott had

that looked good on paper.

The only thing is, it doesn't work.

- Okay, I'll tell him.

Meantime, I'll take a look around.

(knock on door)

- [Katrina] Come in.

- I--

- I've told you not to come here, Doctor.

What would happen if you were seen?

- But this is terribly urgent.

You've heard of Peter Brady?

- The invisible man, of course.

- He's been down to Scott's plant.

Came in talking about sabotage.

Had a look around.

Scott handed him over to me.

- That was lucky.

- I tried to put him off the scent.

I told him the project was a washout.

- Was he impressed?

- You can't tell with that character.

He's got his face in bandages.

- And where is he now?

- He went home,

but I hear he's coming back again tomorrow.

I don't like it, Katrina.

It's bad enough doing this job at the best of time,

but it's impossible when there's an invisible man

looking over our shoulder.

- Relax, Doctor.

Leave Mr. Brady to me.

Or rather, leave him to Franz Stephan.

He has a steadier hand than either of us.

Well, the sooner we get this over, the better.

Come along, Stephan.

We are going for a drive in the country.

(dramatic music)

- That's all, Peter.

- I'll be late back at school.

- [Peter] Oops.

Sally, why don't you look where you're going?

- How can I look where I'm going

if you're not there to see?

Why don't you wear your visible clothes?

- [Peter] Because I'm more comfortable

in these invisible ones.

I hate those bandages.

- I'll take you to school in a moment, Sally.

- [Peter] Take her now, Dee.

I'll finish this myself.

- I had hoped you'd say that. Thank you, Peter.

Come on, Sal.

- See you later, Peter.

- [Peter] Have a good time.

- That means he's alone.

(car driving away)

- He's over there, by the window.

Now, you tell me.

Where do I shoot?

At the machine, or to the left, or to the right,

and then, how far to the left, or to the right,

one foot, two feet?

- But you must take a chance.

- No.

I must kill him with the first shot.

- Hold it, Stephan.

I saw a telephone by the front room window.

If I make him pick it up,

then you will know exactly where he is.

I will go to the telephone box and call him.

You go back to the car.

(phone ringing)

- Hello, Brady here.

- Hello, Mr. Brady.

I don't think you know me.

(gunshot)

- [Peter] Hey!

What the...

Drop that gun, you maniac.

(gunshot ricochets)

- Move over, I will drive.

(horn honking)

- [Peter] Hey, pull over there.

Lean in on the side, will you?

(horn honking)

- Get within 20 yards, and I'll make short of him.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(screams)

- There's no sign of him.

Feel on the bank.

- He isn't here.

- Look, Stephan.

It's congealing.

It feels like blood.

It's getting darker. You must have hit him.

He's in the river.

Look.

The sooner we get out of this discreet, the better.

(heavy breathing)

- [Peter] Gotta get to the phone.

Oh, there it is.

Come on, Brady.

(phone dialing)

- [Operator] Operator.

- [Peter] Give me the Scott plant, quick.

Yeah, reverse the charge.

Give me Mr. Scott.

Hurry, it's important.

- [Scott] Scott here.

- [Peter] This is Peter.

Those pilots of yours.

They were murdered.

- How can you be so certain?

- [Peter] It's sabotage, all right.

Take it from me, Scott, and I'm gonna prove it.

- What evidence have you got?

- [Peter] A bullet grazed my arm.

It would have killed me if I'd been in the driver's seat,

but I steered the car from the side.

Do something for me, Scotty.

Get in touch with my sister, Dee.

Tell her not to worry, no matter what she hears about me.

- All right, I'll do that.

- [Peter] And don't tell anyone else I'm alive.

- Right.

- Is this true?

The invisible man missing, believed killed?

- He is missing all right.

- You shot him?

- Shot or drowned, who cares?

You can get back to the airfield, Doctor.

You'll have no further trouble from Mr. Brady.

(suspenseful music)

- [Peter] Scotty.

It's me, Brady.

- Oh.

Hello.

Have you seen the papers?

You're supposed to be dead.

- [Peter] That's right,

and I want it to stay that way.

- What's the game, Brady?

- [Peter] Bluff, for high stakes.

I want you to make an announcement.

Call the press.

Give them this story,

that you're making a final test tomorrow.

- Okay, Brady, I'll do it on one condition.

That I don't risk another pilot's life.

I'll fly it myself.

- [Peter] Nice work, Scotty.

That's what I hoped you'd say.

Get that news out now.

(dramatic music)

- You mustn't do it.

Look what happened before.

- This is suicide.

- Now, listen everybody.

You used to believe in this project.

Well, I still do,

and I'm gonna stake my life on it.

All I want is a little help.

Have you got a diffuser ready, Richards?

- Yes, sir.

There's one on final test now.

- Good.

Well, I want it fitted to an aircraft by tomorrow morning.

I'm taking it up.

- A message from the doctor.

He will make his final arrangements as usual,

just before the plane is due to take off.

You and I will be there to watch it.

Well out of sight.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- It seems 100% to me.

- Ah yes.

- Any comment?

- No, sir.

- Okay, sign the final checklist.

Mr. Scott can take off now.

- All in order?

- It couldn't be better.

- Good.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

(engines winding up)

- Tune him in.

- Hello, base. Hello, base.

Scott speaking.

Number one engine okay.

- Hello, Scotty.

Understand, number one okay.

- [Scott] Number two engine okay.

- [Control Officer] Number two okay.

- [Peter] Scotty, it's me, Brady.

Listen, get Court back onboard.

Pretend you want to check a gauge or something.

- Whatever you say.

Hello, base.

Please ask Dr. Court to come back onboard

for a couple of minutes, will you?

- All right.

- I don't like this waiting.

- It won't be long.

- Oh, I'm sorry to trouble you, Doc.

Would you mind checking that throttle link.

Feels as though it might be binding a bit.

- It seems okay to me.

- Oh well. Just being careful.

Thanks.

- Oh no.

(door handle jiggling)

Wait a minute, the door's shut.

- Well, never mind, Doctor.

It'll be a big help to have you with me.

- No, you can't.

- Strap yourself in.

Hello, base, permission to take off.

- Okay, Scotty.

And the best of luck.

- No, stop. Let me out.

You've got no right to do this.

- What's the panic?

- Well, something might happen.

Bring it down.

- [Scott] What's the matter with you, Court?

- Don't open the throttle.

- This is a test, Dr. Court.

I'm gonna make this aircraft do everything.

- Scotty's giving it the works.

- Reduce the throttle.

Take her down.

- Don't be silly.

- [Peter] Put that away.

- Who's there?

- [Peter] Drop that gun.

- It's Brady, isn't it?

So, you're not dead.

- [Peter] Drop that gun.

- Keep back. I'll fire.

- [Peter] When's your diffuser cut in?

- Between 8,500 and 9,000 revs,

but there's a danger.

- [Peter] What sort of danger?

- [Court] It might be tampered with.

- [Peter] But you signed the check sheet.

- There are two connections.

If they've been reversed, we shall be killed.

- [Peter] How do you know?

- [Court] I can't say.

- [Peter] Increase revs, Scott.

- I'll tell you.

I did it.

- [Peter] And you sabotaged the other aircraft?

- Yes.

- Who paid you to do this?

- [Peter] Don't worry, Scott.

The police are trailing them.

Okay, Scotty. Give her full revs.

- But I told you the truth.

- [Peter] I know it. I saw you do it.

I was in here.

I switched the connections back.

Go ahead, Scotty.

- Air Scotty, you okay?

- [Scott] Everything is well in hand.

(tires screeching)

- [Peter] Oh, no you don't.

You've got visitors, Doctor.

- Are you Dr. James Court?

Then I must ask you to come with us.

- Well done, Scotty.

You made it.

- Thanks to Brady.

- [Peter] Cut it out, Scotty.

Congratulations.

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