- Can I help you? - I don't know.
The radiator's boiling. It's never done that before.
I had the water checked on the mainland.
- You've got anti-freeze in? - Yes, you're supposed to in winter.
That's what's causing the overheating.
I've taken my anti-freeze out during this hot spell.
This is the best I can do, unless you want me to drain it off.
No, not now.
Tell me, is the Swan far from here?
Take the next right. You can't miss it.
In fact, I'm going there myself.
I'd offer to show you,
but I think you should let this cool down.
Do I owe you anything?
No. That's all right.
This is the BBC Home Service. Here's the weather forecast.
Most districts will continue to be extremely cold.
Temperatures will remain below freezing point,
ranging from 24º in Northern areas
to 29° in the South.
However, there are exceptional conditions on the Island of Fara.
Temperatures are said to be in the region of 90°, and still rising.
90 degrees and still rising!
- Surely it can't get any hotter. - Apparently, it can.
Yet on the mainland it's winter. This weather doesn't make sense.
Some rain wouldn't hurt. At least it would cool the air.
Thank you, Frankie.
- Can I help you? - Is Mr. Callum in?
I'm afraid not. He's on his way back from the mainland.
- I'm Mrs. Callum. - Angela Roberts, his new secretary.
Oh, yes. My husband said the agency was sending someone this week.
I've a room ready for you. I'll show you.
I'd rather like a drink first. I'm gasping, this heat is stifling.
Yes, of course.
May I have the pleasure? My name is Stone, Dr Stone.
Thank you, Doctor. I'll have a lager and lime, please.
And so you shall.
Is this your first visit to the island, Miss Roberts?
Yes. It's very pretty. I had a drive round after I got off the boat.
It is hot, isn't it?
We usually have the same weather as the mainland.
I'm sorry, the ice melts as soon as it's out of the fridge.
- Same again, Bob? - No, just one for Tinker.
I must be on my way. Just the one.
Oh, that's better.
If you don't mind, I'll finish this upstairs. I'd like to freshen up.
- Of course. - I'll show you the way.
- Is this all right for you? - Yes, it's fine. Thanks.
Let's have some air.
Oh, I see you're reading one of my husband's books.
Yes. I thought I should. Is his new novel interesting?
He never talks about his books until they're finished, then he never stops.
- Have you worked with writers before? - No. Mainly for publishers.
God, it's hot. It's like being in the Tropics.
When my husband gets back, I'll tell him you're here.
- Has Callum brought my parcel? - He'll be back soon, Mr. Hanson.
Tell him to bring it straight to my room.
- Well, he's not very polite, is he? - No.
He's a strange character altogether.
- How long is he staying? - Hasn't said.
We've been trying to puzzle out what he does.
Every day he goes out with his camera and masses of equipment.
He spends the rest of his time locked in his room.
He won't even let us in to clean.
Good material for one of Jeff's books.
Bob, what the hell are you doing?
Sorry, Jeff. I just wasn't thinking.
Thinking? You're lucky to be breathing.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
I thought I heard something. I'm sure I heard something.
- Heard what? - I don't know.
It was a sort of funny whirring noise.
Must be going off my rocker.
- I assume you've come from the Swan? - Maybe I did have one too many.
It's this blasted heat. Sorry again, Jeff.
Forget it. No harm done. But take it easy.
Hi, Ken. Buying up the whole place?
We've got to keep cool. The Met Station's like an oven.
They envy us on the mainland.
My publisher's threatening to pay me a visit.
Tell him to bring some snow. We could use it.
Haven't you experts figured out what's causing this heat?
Or are we stuck with the villagers' theory that it's the bomb?
The bomb? To be perfectly honest, one theory's as good as another.
We haven't a clue. See you later.
If the heat or the DTs don't get you first!
- Hello, darling. - Hello.
- Everything okay? - Yes, thanks. Good trip?
Yes, apart from nearly knocking down Bob Hayward.
He was in the middle of the road. How I missed him, I don't know.
Strange. He was all right when he left here, wasn't he?
- Is that Mr. Hanson's parcel? - Yes. Why?
He's been asking about it.
He ordered it be taken to his room, immediately.
Did he? Must be important. I'll take it up straight away.
- Yes, who is it? - Your parcel, Mr. Hanson.
Come on, give it to me!
I forgot to tell you. Your new secretary has arrived.
- She's quite the modern miss. - Really? Where is she now?
At the cove. She went for a swim.
I'll give you a lift.
Fine. I won't be long, darling.
- I'll be off then, Jeff. - Yeah.
- Hello, Jeff. - What the hell are you doing here?
- You know why I'm here. - Then you made a mistake.
I hope you haven't unpacked. You're not staying.
Come for a swim. It's fabulous.
Did you hear what I said? You're getting out of here.
Don't shout at me. You always did go on. Cool down.
Now listen to me,
I'm not going through your special brand of madness again.
Aren't you?
For 3 months, I wrote nothing. I nearly wrecked my marriage.
I'm not going through it again.
You can't just have a girl and then walk away.
Don't pull that on me.
You were no untouched virgin when we met.
How long was it before we tumbled into your bed? Two hours?
- You needn't wait so long this time. - You haven't taken in a word.
- You're clearing out. - Just like that?
Just like that.
What are you going to tell your wife?
That's my problem.
That you didn't like the look of me?
As far as she's concerned, I'm just your new secretary.
You never did tell her about us, did you?
- What's that noise? - I don't know.
Sounds as if it came from beyond the point.
It's weird.
Strange.
Bob said he heard a peculiar noise when I nearly ran him over.
Jeff.
Get dressed.
What happened?
I found him wandering on the road by his meadow, in a fair old state.
He keeps on about his sheep being dead.
What's the matter, Ben?
It's my sheep. They all be dead.
Someone's killed my sheep.
- Can he lie down somewhere? - There's a couch in my study.
- How were they killed? - Come on, Ben.
- I said how were they killed? - He's in no state to answer questions.
I asked a straightforward question. There's no harm in that.
- You found the old man? - Yes.
- Did you see the sheep? - No.
Only Ben wandering about, half out of his mind.
- Who's he? - He's a guest. His name's Hanson.
Why is he so interested in the sheep? What is he?
I don't know. He spends his time locked in his room.
I'd like him to rest for a while.
- Give time for the sedative to work. - Of course.
What do you think happened? Do you think his sheep are all dead?
Who can tell? With this heat it's difficult to know what's going on.
Give Mrs. Siddle a ring, will you? Tell her I'll be bringing Ben home.
Mr. Hanson...
Why is he so interested in how those sheep died?
- Why don't you ask him? - How's Ben?
- He's calmed down. - Did he say what happened?
No. Mumbled they were dead. Nothing coherent.
The Doctor's not sure if it's just the heat affecting him.
Mrs. Siddle? Jeff Callum. Ben's with us.
He's not feeling well. Dr Stone will bring him home.
He thinks there's something wrong with the sheep.
What's that? I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
Don't worry. He'll be home soon!
If the crisis is over, I'd better start work.
Where's the typewriter and manuscript?
Mr. Callum?
- Jeff. - You can't start.
It's in the study where Ben's resting.
In that case, I'll go and change.
- Yes? - It's me. Can I come in?
Yes, come in.
Forget it. I didn't come for that.
You're here now, but let's get one thing straight...
Can you hear me?
Every word, darling.
If Frankie finds out about us, I'll break your neck.
Miss Roberts.
It's only me, Miss Roberts. I've brought you some fresh towels.
I'll put them on your bed.
Would you mind handing me one, please?
Thanks.
I could kill you.
- Jeff. - Yeah?
Something's wrong with the TV.
The phone's been playing up, too.
It must be static because of this heat.
I'll turn it off.
Bloody set.
What's the matter with you?
That's funny. It's never done that before.
That noise again.
Stella, have you been playing around with the telly?
Of course I haven't. I never touch the thing.
Oh! What was that?
Don't come in, there's glass everywhere.
- What happened? - Get a dustpan and brush.
- But... - Get the dustpan.
You don't want the dog getting cut, do you?
Jeff? Look, something's happened and I...
What's that?
I can't shout, I don't want Stella to hear.
But you remember that noise...
I said, remember that noise I heard on the road?
I'll come over.
Stella, I'm just going to go down to the village.
I'll see if I can get a replacement set.
What a story!
- What? - You're off to Jeff Callum's.
You men and your horse racing.
We can't keep any secrets from you women, can we?
Hurry up. You'll miss the next race.
Patch!
Patch, come back here! Patch. Where...
Oh!
Here, Patch, here.
Who told you to come, boy?
You'd better stay, now you're here.
What's the matter, boy?
No!
That's better. This was a good idea of yours.
My fingertips were sticking to the keys.
Some iced coffee will probably help.
Don't you get bored here with the isolation?
Bored?
Yes, I suppose so, at times. But then, who doesn't?
It's the sort of thing you learn to live with in a place like this.
What happened to Mr. Callum's last secretary?
Did she get lonely? Is that why she left?
As a matter of fact, she didn't leave.
Jeff had to ask her to go.
- He sacked her? Why? - She took a fancy to him.
That made her a complication and Jeff doesn't like complications.
I can understand. He's very attractive.
She was wasting her time. She didn't mean a thing to Jeff.
- Of course. - I'd have known if she had.
- Do you really think so? - Yes, I'm sure I would.
But if he were just having fun, would you know?
Jeff doesn't play around. It'd be all or nothing!
It's a pity that such an attractive man should shut himself away.
It makes you wonder what he's running away from.
What do you mean? What are you getting at?
A man like that would need a pretty good reason
for coming to live in a place like this.
It's obvious he's running away from something.
And it's obvious you don't know him or you wouldn't talk such nonsense!
Oh, but I do. I do.
I'm surprised Jeff hasn't told you about me.
He asked for me personally, didn't you know?
- Are you saying you knew him before? - Knew him? That's an understatement.
You little bitch! That's not true.
Don't kid yourself he's different. Men are all the same.
Within half an hour of me arriving, Jeff was kissing me.
I don't believe you. You're lying.
Yes, I am lying.
Why? Why should you lie to me?
I don't know. I was angry.
It's an automatic reflex when I'm being warned off.
You were warning me off?
Yes.
Yes, I suppose I was.
I thought I'd get a bit more written before opening time.
I expected it to cool down by evening, but it's getting hotter.
- Bob never turned up, did he? - No.
I thought he said he would, just before the phone packed in.
What did he want?
He was on about some noise he'd heard.
Like the one we heard on the beach?
Jeff... You don't mind if I call you Jeff?
- No, not at all. - You said the noise
came from beyond the point. Is that where the sheep were?
His farm is in that direction.
- Do you think there's a connection? - Do you, Jeff?
No, I don't.
I'm the one who's paid to use my imagination.
The next chapter. I'd like it finished tonight, if possible.
I'll take my coffee and get the bar ready.
Jeff... May I have a light?
Your hand's trembling.
I'm the same. Feel it beating?
You know you want me. Why try to deny it?
Quiet.
Listen.
Jeff! Jeff!
Something just landed over by the hill.
I was looking out of the window and it landed in the field.
- What did it look like? - I couldn't tell.
- There was glow coming from it. - A glow?
- Did it make a noise? - That's what drew my attention to it.
A whirring, whining... whining noise.
- It was from that direction? - Yes, I think so.
Jeff!
- Let's get out of here. I'm scared. - No. I want to find out who it is.
Hanson! What was he doing up there?
Maybe he saw something land.
He wasn't coming from that direction.
Surely if he saw something, he'd still be there.
Maybe he wouldn't go over the hill.
Maybe it's something even he's scared of.
He's crazy. Whatever he's doing, he's obsessed by it.
Yes. She's right.
If we stay out here, we'll all have nightmares.
- Let's go back. - Hold it!
You said you saw something. That's why we came out here.
Did you or didn't you?
Yes... I thought I did.
I thought I saw something coming down.
It seemed to appear over the top of the hill and move slowly down.
But in this heat, I don't know.
Stay here. I'm going to take a look.
Jeff, be careful.
It must've been the other side of that high ground.
Let's get out of here. Wait till tomorrow, when it's light.
You can't leave us here and I'm not going any further.
All right. But I'll tell you one thing.
I've had enough of Hanson creeping around.
I'm going to ask him what he's up to.
Hanson, are you in there?
Hanson, do you hear me?
I can't talk now. Go away.
Open this door! Hanson, open this door, or I'll kick it down!
No. Give me a moment.
What are you doing? What's going on?
Hanson!
The door!
Close the door, you idiot!
What do you think you're doing?
Never mind about me. What are you up to?
This is my hotel not your bloody laboratory!
I want some explanations, Hanson. If that's your name.
It is. And I don't owe you any explanation.
You do if you're using my hotel as a centre of your activities.
Were you out there to meet whatever landed tonight?
- Landed? - You were prowling around out there.
What's this about a landing?
I came to ask questions, not answer them.
Yes, but this landing, what was it?
I assure you I can explain, but this is extremely important.
Well, actually it was my wife who saw it.
- Go on. - She heard a whirring noise.
When she looked in its direction she saw something glowing.
- Yes? - And she thought she saw it land.
- Where? - The other side of the hill.
Do you know what it was?
- Well? - Yes. Yes, I do.
What was it, Hanson?
I don't expect you to believe this, but for the past week
I've been convinced this island is the centre of an invasion.
A landing point for beings from another planet.
Beings from another planet!
Exactly. That's what has caused this inexplicable heat.
I've heard some yarns from villagers, but your theory is too much.
I'm not a superstitious villager. I'm a scientist.
I base my conclusions on observations of fact.
What do you suppose I'm doing here?
I've been collecting specimens. Soil.
Blood of a sheep. I've been analysing them.
You asked for an explanation, but you're too dim-witted to accept it.
You've ruined everything with your crass stupidity. Here...
Perhaps I shouldn't have broken in like that.
So you've been trying to photograph these things?
I haven't been "trying", I did photograph them.
I used a normal lens at first, but it was ineffective
against the intense light that emanates from these beings.
Remember that parcel you collected for me?
It contained this. An infra red filter.
I experimented with a special camera and placed it...
Here. I used a mirror reflector and rigged up the shutter
to be triggered by anything crossing its line of vision.
- And something did come through? - Yes, it did!
I was developing the picture when you burst into the room.
It would've given me the proof I so desperately need.
Then what you've told me so far is pure conjecture?
- Cinders? - Incinerated by whatever was here.
The same happened to the sheep. They were burned to death.
There's been some sort of incineration,
but it doesn't have to be a being from another planet.
I've analysed that, Callum.
It was burned by a high frequency heat,
more intense than anything we can produce,
even under strict laboratory conditions.
There's only one place where that kind of heat exists.
Out there, where the cosmic gases ferment
and generate a heat greater than anything we can imagine.
That's where those beings must come from.
If you're right, how are they getting here? Where are they?
If we knew, we could destroy them before it's too late.
Tell me, has anybody else heard this whirring noise?
Yes, Bob did. In the lane, over by the gravel pits.
Somewhere in this area.
Here, boy. What's the matter?
Callum!
Come on.
I've found it.
Callum, look.
This doesn't affect you at all!
I appreciate how you feel. I know he was a friend of yours,
but that won't do any good now. Look.
Every particle of energy has been sucked out of it.
Hanson... We've got to warn people. They should be told.
No, not yet.
You forced your way in on me. You had to know, didn't you?
Now you're going to do what I say.
The authorities have dismissed me as a crank,
just like you did.
But I must have evidence,
and I would've got it if you hadn't destroyed that photograph.
I need time to complete my tests.
- How much time? - Two or three hours.
As for warning the villagers, we must avoid injecting fear
into an already dangerous situation.
Callum, have you noticed something?
This heat,
at this time of night it should be getting cooler,
but it's building up.
- It's getting hotter, Frankie. - I think you're right, it is.
- There you are. - Thanks, my dear.
Oh, what an atmosphere.
They've probably heard about Ben Siddle.
I think I'd better finish that typing, Mrs. Callum.
No wonder the temperature's up. Who's been hiding her?
Beer, Hanson?
Frankie, pull me a lager.
- Is something wrong? - No, nothing.
- Jeff, I know you. - There's nothing wrong!
I'm sorry, it's this damned heat that's making me jumpy.
We've been getting on each other's nerves too.
That's why I came here.
That shows how hot it is.
Smash the bottles! All of them!
- I'll get the first aid kit. - I'll get it. You'll never find it.
What on earth's going on out there?
The heat exploded the bottles.
It's unbearable, isn't it?
- Here we are. - Don't touch me.
I only want to put a plaster on your arm.
- Let Ken do it. - What's the matter?
Let it go, Callum.
This heat is bound to lead to irrational behaviour. I'll do it.
I'll get Dr. Stone.
Come on, Tinker. Back to the pub.
It's all right. Come on. That's it.
It was Tinker. He jumped me. Come on.
Callum, come here.
Look at the gas cylinder. It's split open, just like the car battery.
Completely drained of every ounce of energy.
Tinker? It's impossible. I can't believe he'd do a thing like that.
Not under normal circumstances, but these are not normal circumstances.
If this heat goes on increasing, it could drive us all insane.
The body isn't equipped for such pressure. The glands will fail.
Then, it's only a matter of time before the brain is affected.
A logical conclusion, but we should keep it to ourselves.
That's what Hanson keeps saying. Two men have been killed.
- Two? - Who's been killed?
- How's the girl? - She's all right.
Who's been killed?
Will someone tell me what's going on?
I'm afraid Tinker's met with an accident.
Jeff, who else is dead? You mentioned two.
- Bob Hayward. - Bob! How?
It was an accident.
- Accident? He was... - Callum, calm down.
These creatures are killing God knows how many, and that's your answer?
Creatures? What do you mean, creatures?
- He shouldn't have told you. - What do you know that I don't?
He claims we're being attacked by creatures from another planet.
Claims? What do you mean? You've seen them?
Bob Hayward and Tinker did.
I don't understand. I don't understand.
- Neither do I, Frankie. - Here.
His thinks the island is being used as a test base for an invasion.
- Don't ask me why. - It's quite obvious.
They have to discover if they can survive in our atmosphere.
- That's incredible. - Is it?
We probe space searching for information about other planets.
It's logical that same thing might happen in reverse.
Are you saying that Earth has become a subject of a probe
carried out by creatures from another planet?
Yes, I am.
And what I saw land tonight was one of those creatures?
Yes.
One of them, forming a spearhead
to find out if life is possible for them on Earth.
And if it is possible?
Then, the main force will come.
Have you any idea what they need to survive?
Heat. The way that car battery and cylinder were split
suggests they were seeking heat energy.
- They obviously need it to exist. - Fine, fine!
We'll just wait for you to complete your tests!
The temperature has risen three degrees in the last half hour. 108.
At this rate, we'll all dead by morning.
I accept that the situation is serious.
The indications are that we're approaching a crisis.
- Hanson! - Getting emotional won't help.
- We must alert the mainland. - How?
The telephone's out of action.
What about the Met station? They can send a message. I'll drive up there.
Just a moment, Doctor. This could be very dangerous.
Someone must go. We've lost enough time already.
Very well. But don't go until I come back.
- I'll come with you. - There's no point both of us going.
You stay and look after the girls.
And Jeff, I should leave that alone.
Too much of it doesn't help in a crisis.
This will help us keep in touch.
Aerial, press to speak, release to receive. Got it?
Yes. Thank you.
Good luck, Doctor.
- And be careful. - Don't worry, I will.
These creatures, are they likely to attack us?
Depends what they're looking for.
I think they're looking for an energy source to keep them alive.
But once they've found it they'll spread to the mainland.
Yes.
Hello, Hanson.
Are you there, Hanson?
Yes, Stone. I can hear you. Where are you?
I'm on the road to the point. I've just passed White's Meadow.
I can see the outline of the Met station in the distance.
The radiator's boiling up. She's losing power.
How far is the station?
I'm not sure. About a mile and a quarter I should say.
She's slowing down.
She won't last long. The heat's affecting the engine.
It's very dark out here.
She's pulling badly.
The gravel pit's coming up. I can make out the entrance.
She's stopping.
It's no good. I'll have to leave her. I'll walk the rest.
Hanson, I'm on the road.
There's a gap in the fence.
It looks like something...
- It's that noise again. - Get away from there!
Get away! It's your only chance.
I can't hear you! It's this noise!
Stone. Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Get away from that sound.
What's wrong? Isn't it working?
Yes, Mrs. Callum. The set's working.
It's horrible.
What now?
- It depends. - On what?
Whether that meeting was an accident or a deliberate interception.
If it was deliberate, it means we're not dealing with brute monsters,
but with a superior intelligence.
Which do you think it is?
I don't know, Mrs Callum. I honestly don't know.
There must be an answer to these things.
We've got to try again. I'm going this time.
Wait, Callum.
If you go out, you risk sacrificing another life.
The Doctor took the risk. We can't just leave him there.
No!
I'll have to go.
I'm not being heroic.
Stone was taken by surprise
I'm better equipped to deal with this situation.
He's right, Jeff.
I'll take your Land Rover. Have you got the keys?
Supposing they're still out there, what will you do?
If they are, I'll have to avoid making the same mistakes as Stone.
Keep these doors locked and that set switched on.
Lock the windows, Frankie.
Angela. It's all right. There's nothing to be afraid of.
I must've had a nightmare.
I kept seeing that man coming towards me.
His hands... I thought...
It's all right, Angela. It's all right. He's gone now.
There's no need to be afraid. Come on. Lie down.
I shouldn't think we'll hear from Hanson yet. It's too soon.
You knew her before, didn't you?
- Who? - You know who I mean. That girl.
- You knew her before she came here. - No.
Don't lie to me, Jeff.
I've said I didn't know her.
I saw you kissing her in the study.
That doesn't mean I knew her.
Ever since she came here, you've been tense.
Just as you were before we moved.
Frankie, let it be.
You did know her.
All right, I knew her. Leave it at that.
It wasn't difficulty with your writing. It was her.
- That why we moved here. - Drop it, Frankie.
You're overwrought. The heat is affecting us all. Let it go.
Are you in love with her?
Answer me. Are you in love with her?
Not now, Frankie. We're fighting for our lives!
It's important to me. I must know.
Tell me, are you in love with her?
No.
- Then, what is it? - I wanted her. I wanted her body!
Now you know. She was a slut and I wanted her.
But not any more. I didn't ask her here.
She's no more than a common slut.
There's no comparison with what I feel for you.
That's why we moved here. It was completely physical, I promise.
She never meant a thing to me. She never will.
Where is everybody? Where's the doctor?
He's not here. Go back to the study.
Get him! I need him!
He can't come. Go back and lie down.
He should be here. I'm ill.
I need him. Where the hell is he?
He can't come, you selfish bitch! He's dead.
Dead? Dead...
Dead...
Callum. Callum.
This is Hanson. This is Hanson.
He's found the other one.
Can you hear me? Callum? Can you hear me?
- Why don't you answer? - I can hear you. Where are you?
I'm at the gravel pit. I've found Stone's body.
He's dead.
He's burnt to death. Just like all the others.
The ground here is all scorched.
This is obviously the way they came.
I can see something. Something glowing down in the pit.
It's getting hotter.
I'm going in.
Hanson, remember two people have already died there.
It's horrible. What's he doing there?
It's very dark in here. I can't see very far.
I can see it again.
It certainly is a light source.
The light seems to be...
I'm not receiving you.
- Hanson, do you hear me? - Why doesn't he answer?
Hanson!
He's not coming through.
It's a woman! I'll have to stop her.
Of course. The light!
What are we going to do? What the hell are we going to do?
The area beyond the gravel pit must be their assembly point.
I saw one down there.
What happened? The set went off. Are you all right?
Yes. The aerial must've been screened by the pit.
I've discovered something very important.
They're attracted to light. To them, it's a source of energy.
Turn out all your lights. Do you hear?
Yes, I hear you. Is there anything else?
No, I'm going on now.
I'll drive without lights.
I'll contact you when I get to the station.
Thank God he's all right.
He must've seen the creatures themselves.
I wonder how many there are.
I'll get the orange juice.
How long do you think he'll take to get there?
Not long... If he gets through.
He ought to be there by now.
- Why doesn't he contact us? - Jeff, don't panic, please.
If it's possible to get through, he'll manage.
How do you know? How do you know he's not dead as well?
It's only five miles to the point.
He ought to be arriving any moment.
Intermediate frequency. Range four...
Four miles? No wonder we haven't heard from him.
If he's at the Met station, he's out of range.
What do we do if he's out of range? Do we just wait?
- I can't stand it another minute! - I want to get away too.
- We must go to the Met station. - Anything's better than this.
We'll take your car. I know a short cut. Come on, darling.
I'll drive. I know the way.
We were in the office when the lights blew.
We heard the explosion and found the operator.
We got him to the wardroom but he was dead. Burnt to death.
That explains it. That finally explains it.
Would you mind letting us in on the secret?
Simple. Your station is the means by which these beings got here.
This station?
You must be aware that we've been sending out high frequency impulses
to explore space.
Bouncing signals off stars?
Exactly. To us, these impulses are useful, but quite harmless.
But to these beings, they represent a life force.
- I see. - Do you?
We attracted them, but that doesn't explain how they got here.
It's quite obvious, isn't it?
They must've homed in on your scanner.
These beings are composed of high frequency impulses in heat form.
They transfer like any form of high frequency.
They transferred here like a TV picture,
from a transmitter to a receiver.
- Using our scanner as a receiver. - Exactly.
- Then they materialised on Earth. - Materialised?
In the same way as a satellite TV picture.
It starts in space as a signal and then materialises.
Do you realise what you're saying?
The Earth's surface is dotted with TV and radar scanners.
If these beings succeed, they'll heat up the whole surface.
Earth will be just another hot planet.
Like so many others in the constellation.
We've got to stop them. We must destroy them before they destroy us.
- Have you got any explosives? - No.
Just a couple of revolvers and some ammo.
- We've got some flare guns. - Get them.
Wait, the quarry. There'll be gelignite there.
- Anybody there you can contact? - Like hell. I'll get it myself.
I'll be glad to apologise if we succeed. I'll take the van.
Whatever you do, don't forget: Drive without lights.
I'm getting to be quite a criminal.
She's slowing down. She'll blow any moment.
Come on, damn you. Keep going.
It's that noise again. I can hear it.
- Angela. - Is she all right?
I missed her. But only just.
She heard you coming and panicked. Have you seen Hanson?
- He's at the station. - Good.
They got to us.
- Anyone hurt? - Yes, the operator. Burnt to death.
Are you all right?
She's put the car in the ditch.
I'll give you a hand. Here, sit down.
Under the wheel.
Right, start her up. All right, push.
Put her in reverse.
I'll take Angela with me. It'll lighten your load.
Right.
- Have you contacted the mainland? - No.
Here, Frankie.
Here we are.
Fine. Tie them in bundles of three like I told you.
This is the plan. We split up into two groups.
- Is that a good idea? - It's essential.
You know the hayricks out on the point?
Foster and I will go up there and I'll set fire them.
Wait. You said these creatures were attracted by light.
It'll bring them out into the open.
Foster will intercept them with the dynamite. I'll double back.
- What'll we do? - Go to the top of the cliff.
As soon as the fires are alight, use the flares to alert the mainland.
- There's nothing else we can do? - Has anybody got any better ideas?
It'll take us 15 minutes to get to the hayricks.
When you spot my first flare, it's your signal to move.
Foster.
Remember, 15 minutes.
Can you see them?
Why do you think Hanson split us into two groups?
If he and Foster fail, it'll be up to us.
That's what I thought.
He's a peculiar chap, but he's got guts.
Angela seems to be taking it badly.
If things get tough, will you look after her?
- Then I can take care of Frankie. - Sure.
That's it. Let's go.
Listen.
It's coming from the meadow.
Come on. We must keep going.
- Jeff! - I'll get her. Take this.
Lightning.
Foster!
Foster, get out of there!
Foster!
You fool. You could've run into them!
Let me go. Let me go!
- Leave me alone. Let me go. - You'll do as I say.
In there. It'll be safe. Come on.
You little idiot.
Who are you to tell me what to do? It's my life.
You wouldn't stand a chance on your own.
At least we have a chance by sticking together.
I didn't ask you to come after me. Go back.
And leave you here? Oh, no. Like it or not, I'm staying.
I hate you. Leave me alone.
Look, I'm just as scared as you are.
But... Well, we mustn't give up.
We'll find a way. I know we will.
- How many more flares? - They're the last.
Whatever happens, Frankie, stay close.
Callum. The storm, the storm.
Hanson, run for it! Run!
Run!
Aaah!
It's no good. Hanson tried to warn us.
They're all around us.
It's the lightning.
- I can't stand it. I can't... - Stop it! Stop it!
I don't want to kill you, but I will if I have to. Don't stop me.
- You little fool. - No, you're the fool.
I'd rather die like this than be burnt alive.
All right. Go on. Do it, but kill me first.
You?
Yes. You're right. It's hopeless, completely hopeless.
So for once, do something for someone else.
Go on, shoot.
Damn you.
What is it with you?
Don't you think I'm old enough to take care of myself?
Look. The rain.
It's killing them.