The Quatermass Xperiment Page #3

Green! Reichenheim!

What happened son?

The access chamber, there's more inside.

Quick, the manual control.

Where are the others?

This thing works?

It's free, sir.

- They are not there.

- Not there. What do you mean not there?

I mean they're not in the

rocket, either one of them.

- Oh, that's impossible. They must be!

- He's right, sir. They're gone.

- The pressure suits?

- Empty.

Still linked. Helmets are still

attached but they're empty.

How the hell could they

possibly have gone out?

If I knew that I wouldn't be

wasting my time trying to find out.

Go bring the camera down.

Do you think the door opened

and they were swept away?

If the door had opened

it'd be registered here.

No, that door has not

been opened, till now.

What are you just trying to tell me?

I'm not trying to tell you anything.

Let the camera do that.

I'm afraid the camera

can't tell us anything.

Are they all right?

Something happened.

They're not there.

Victor!

Where is Green?

Where's Reichenheim?

- What happened?

- Please, not now.

Quatermass!

He is in no condition to talk.

He's in truth still in a state of shock!

He must be treated.

He's got to talk first. He's got

to tell me what happened!

Gordon!

What is it Victor?

What is it?

He said "help me".

That's all he said.

"Help me".

SPACE ROCKET:

SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENT SUCCESSFUL

ROCKET LANDS AT NIGHT IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

WHY THE SECRECY?

QUATERMASS:

NO TO A POLICE INVESTIGATION

METROPOLITAN POLICE

FORENSIC LABORATORY

- You get it?

- Yes, sir.

Good.

Alright, so he's just making any...

but he got a lump state with the wife.

Any special reason?

Uh huh, my favourite day of the month.

Payday.

Oh, I'm a big man on payday.

Yes, sir.

- See the papers?

- Quatermass?

Still to get up for the police.

How dare he take

fingerprints from a sick man?

There's nothing else they could do?

He couldn't talk, couldn't

answer any questions.

Thought it would be might

as well get his prints.

You never know.

No, you never know.

He's a weird one, alright.

Skin it...

just like shaking hands

with a piece of ice.

Sergeant, that's no way

to talk about a public hero.

Come in.

A Mr Quatermass to see you, sir.

Well, speaking of public heroes.

- Alright, bring him in..

- Yes, sir.

Quatermass, heh?

This is what's known as

penetrating into enemy territory.

- Inspector Lomax.

- I'm Lomax.

This is Sergeant Best.

Won't you sit down?

I'll come direct to

the point, Inspector.

I will not have your men

coming into my research center

and treating Victor Carroon as though

he were a pathological criminal.

- No, he...

- He's a sick man, Inspector.

He's been through an ordeal

that very few man could survive.

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