Night of the Big Heat

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(bird song)

(cuckoo)

(brakes squeal)

- 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.

(high pitched whirring)

(high pitched whirring)

(volume increases)

(whimpering)

(moaning)

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 24

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.

(brakes squeal)

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.

(high pitched whirring)

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.

(gulls squawking)

- 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?

You're leaving.

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.

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