Quatermass (1979) s01e02 Episode Script

1 [THAMES IDENT.]
[THEME MUSIC.]
[GUNSHOTS IN THE DISTANCE.]
[GUNSHOTS NEARBY.]
[PAINED SHOUTING.]
Oh! [GASPING.]
[SINGING.]
"---He died to save us all.
" "We may not know, we cannot tell" "What pain He had to bear.
" "But we believe---" [CRASHING.]
- Eh? - Who's there? I can see someone.
Badders? Ge-get away, quick! No! No, wait.
Wait.
Please.
- Help me.
- Help? Oh, look at him.
Who are you? He's hurt! Hey, here - where do you come from? They tell you about us? [PAINED SHOUTING.]
Oh, poor love.
He is in a state.
Oh, well, what are we gonna do with him? We need to get him down.
Eh? Here, we don't know who he is! Ooh, Arthur! Down, then.
Come on.
Let's go.
Oh! Down? Bye, Dick.
[BANGING.]
Down? Where? Come on, love.
This way.
[ACCORDION MUSIC.]
- We going in here? - That's right.
[MORE BANGING AND STUMBLING.]
Yes, that's it.
Nearly there.
Good evening.
Never seen the like of this, eh? No! No, I haven't.
Hmm.
All the way down to the old motors.
See? Keep moving, now! God intended a use for everything.
That's what I say.
Careful, now.
Mind yer 'ead.
Now, then.
Who is he? Idunno.
Found him up top.
Ere, gangs was it? - Gangs after yer? - Er, yes, I think.
Umm, Blue Brigade.
Oh, Well! Oh! [CRYING.]
All right, Susie.
They done her old man.
Let's have a look, love.
See what the damage is.
I used to be a nurse.
Thank you - again.
[QUIETLY.]
Once upon a time.
[GASPING.]
His 'ead's split.
That's the worst.
Oh, you'll have to bathe that.
It's the brain, you see? You've got to look after your brain.
Yes.
An' his foot's done in.
He's a good age.
I'd be very grateful if you could if you could just fix me up, huh? Help me get on my Way.
Please? He could 'ave Dick's place.
Ch oh, I dunno.
What about Dick? Oh, well - Dick's passed away.
Eh? Yes - we buried him.
Oh yes.
No-no no-no.
No, I mustn't stay here.
I I-l can't explain - there's no-no time but i-it's vital I've got to find some people and explain to them.
I mean, I-l I've got--- [AGONISED SHOUTING.]
Oh, no! [DISTANT SINGING.]
"His movements are graceful, all girls he will please.
" "And my love he's stolen away.
" What are you doing? He's a well to-do man.
'Ere - feel that cloth! Got a 'ome.
Money, too.
That's just rubbish.
- He's got to contribute.
- Yes.
But he doesn't want to stay - he said.
He's in there now, ain't he? And he's got a gold watch on him.
- That'll do.
- Oh, Jack! - Let him be.
- It's the rule! [GROANING.]
How now, mate? Fuzzy? Mmm.
She give you somethin' to knock out the pain, see? Won't do you no harm.
Look, uh I gotta explain.
Um.
We got rules down 'ere.
Well, we-we gotta have.
A-a-a-an' one rule is that, um everybody's got to contribute.
You understand? You want my watch? Well, it's-it's gotta be gold - or silver.
N-no cash.
We got a soft gang round 'ere, y'see? You know what a "soft gang" is? No.
Well, they uh, they let us have stuff.
See us right.
If we pay 'em.
You take it.
Ah.
It's just a rule, like I said.
Well, ta, mate.
You rest now, eh? Y-y-your soft gang? Oh, they'll take this.
Don't worry.
Listen would they do something else? [GROUP SINGING "ABIDE WITH ME".]
His name! I thought I recognised it.
- Do you know who he is? - No.
Listen.
Now listen, everybody.
There's a place you must have heard of.
Called Ringstone Round.
All them hundreds? I watched it happen.
Kids! They call themselves "Planet People.
" - Oh.
We know about them.
- Oh, yes.
They believe, that somehow they're going to be taken away to another planet.
It always seemed like nonsense.
But it 'appened? Something happened.
This was the second time.
The first time was in another country.
- In Brazil.
- More kids.
Everything the same.
And by now, there may be--- I only know one thing.
We had one survivor.
I was bringing her with me for tests.
I've got to find her.
Yeah this planet? What do you reckon about it, eh? Well, er [LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.]
as a belief, it's possible.
As a scientific fact - there isn't the--- - Why should it be for them?! What? The kids.
[CROWD COMPLAINING.]
Why should it be? Why? They want everything.
They got everything.
They got the lot orf of us, didn't they? [CROWD COMPLAINING.]
- Always.
Yes, quite.
You haven't understood.
Yeah, yeah - they busted it all up for us.
Their gangs and their violence.
And they got us livin' down 'ere! In a hole! [CROWD COMPLAINING.]
Yes.
That's right.
That's right.
If there is such a place - a planet.
Why can't WE go there? Why should it be for them? You tell me that Mr Professor.
It ought to be us.
[CROWD AGREEING.]
Yes, yes.
Oh, yes.
[SINGING.]
"---long, long trail a-winding.
" "lnt0 the land of my dreams.
" "Where the nightingales are singing" "and the wide blue---" [CRYING.]
I'm sorry, dear.
I'm sorry.
There is no planet.
I read in a book there could be lots.
'Undreds and thousands of planets.
But if there are they wouldn't be like ours.
You don't know.
You don't! Then help me find out.
What's your name? - Jack.
- Jack this, er, this soft gang of yours? Could they get me through? [MEDICAL MONITORS BEEPING.]
Well, can you hear me now? Ye-yes, I know all about that, sir, but you MUST LISTEN.
I've got a survivor here from the Ringstone Round disaster.
I've managed to get her into Intensive Care.
Yes, I said "disaster"! Yes, I have heard those bulletins, but you must know? Well, of course you do! Anne Morgan.
District Commissioner.
South Western Area.
This is just the job for me regular run.
I can carry near 'undred weight in here.
- Stuff they've looted? - Mostly.
Now, don't depend on it.
I'll do me best.
Goodbye, love.
Jack's a thief - you know that.
A very good one.
But he's getting slow, so he buys as well.
I don't know what we'd do without Jack.
Oh, look here.
A pocketful of photographs.
They're all the same, too.
- Ooh, who is she? - My granddaughter.
Are you givin' them away or somethin'? I bet she run off.
It's what they do! Funny, you being a scientist.
Oh, why? We got one.
Living here? Who? - Mr Chisholm! - Ooh, yes.
Mr Chisholm.
Where? He lives along 'ere.
Ooh.
He's very old.
Mr Chisholm! You awake, love'? - Come in.
- It's Edna.
Eh, somebody to meet you.
- Professor, um--- - Quatermass.
Oh.
Very nice.
Mr Chisholm? I understand that you too were a scientist? Oh, yes.
For many years.
- I worked in research.
- Research, eh? What area? I was with Greeley and Presser.
Er I don't think I--- They made the best soap in the world.
Soap.
[MEDICAL MONITORS BEEPING.]
Doctor! Look, can you PLEASE authorise some top-level immediate examination.
There may not be much time.
This may be the only chance we have to find out how this dreadful--- What? What others? How many have there been? Where? What's happening? [EXPLOSION.]
[ECHOING.]
Sarah! Oh.
Debbie! [CRYING.]
Hello, Jack.
It's Jack! What's happening? It's Jack.
I won some flour.
Oh, look.
It's all I got.
Oh.
Didn't they 'ave nothing? They wasn't there.
What? - They musta' been! - I'm telling yer there wasn't one of 'em.
Not Peewee, nor nobody? No sign.
But they're always there.
Well, they wasn't! Then you shoulda' waited.
He should have.
[GROANING.]
I did, didn' I? I went all searchin'.
I went that far, I thought I'd never get back.
Well, I reckon Jack done his best.
He always does.
What's happened? It's the soft gang - he couldn't find them.
- Oh, dear.
He should have.
My God.
What do you reckon then? They're gone.
[SOBBING.]
What'll we do? P'raps they haven't gone forever? Wraps not.
We've been lucky.
They've been good to us.
I never liked 'em.
Never trusted 'em.
Yer never saw 'em! Oh, don't fret, Win.
We'll manage.
Where is 'e? - Who? - Him.
Oh, he's in with old Chisholm.
He's in there all the time.
At my peak I could differentiate one thousand, five hundred and thirty two separate odours.
Ha, ha! To achieve that took a lot of training.
What you were saying just now about musk? Aaah, musk.
It is THE great perfume.
About making it? We never used synthetics at Greeleys! No, no, no - I mean obtaining it.
Always from the male musk deer.
A dried secretion.
The finest came from Tibet.
In boxes covered in silk.
- So precious.
- The deer? Were they always killed? Well, of course.
Do you know, the hunters lured them with the sound of flutes.
Or trapped them in nets of green hemp - which they couldn't see.
[LAUGHING.]
How much of the animal was used? Oh, a trace - a mere trace.
You are talking about a fragrance.
Our Mr Greeley's father had actually been to the East, in his youth.
- And he observed--- [DISTANT WAILING.]
Where is he? - What's goin' on? - What have you done with him? - Done with who? - Don't shoot me.
Please! Search! Not me! Leave us alone! [PEOPLE COMPLAINING AND CRIES FOR HELP.]
You're the one - I saw you.
Where have you put him? I'll give you three seconds! You want me? - Professor Quatermass? - Yes.
[SCREAMING.]
The-they weren't doing any harm.
They were really kind to me.
Right.
Not a move.
What are you doin'? Where you takin' 'im? He's been hurt! Who were they? Army.
Real thing! What's this all about? I wasn't kidnapped.
They were just trying to help me.
I knew it! Oh, thank God! He had to be around here somewhere, if he was still--- Right.
Let's get inside.
[CHANTING.]
Leh.
Leh.
Leh.
Blue Brigade.
Planet People, too.
I'd never have thought--- Right.
Let's go.
It's happened again, hasn't it? I was afraid.
Many? Places like Ringstone Round? Megaliths? Joe KBPFTS? [GHOSTLY CHILDREN'S SINGING.]
"---Round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush" "the mulberry bush, here we go round the mulberry bush" "on a cold and frosty morning.
" [CHILDREN'S VOICES.]
"Hello, Daddy!" "Daddy, what do you want for breakfast?" "Now come on, Daddy.
Mummy's waiting.
" "Mum!" "Puppy!" "We played outside - with Puppy.
" - "Debbie?" "Puppy-ll "He ran round and round.
" "And we tried to chase him.
" "Yes.
And he almost knocked Debbie over.
" Right.
ID.
Let's 'ave 'em.
Is this a take-over, sir'? Sort of.
Okay, George.
[HEAVY METAL GUITAR PLAYING.]
Out, out, out.
Come on - out.
Out! Yes, hold it! Hold it.
Hold that! It's nice, yes.
I know it's child's stuff.
Vivien and Caroline are doing nothing with their burns.
I want them to really swing 'em, you know? Like they do in the canteen.
Three on three, Five on two, next.
Thanks, that's good.
No, no, no.
Across.
Across.
Eight on two, next.
Oh, come on.
Come on! Oh, no! 'Ang on.
Now, why have we stopped? Why have we stopped, love? Bert.
He's fallen off the banana! Oh, Christ, poor love.
All right, then.
Okay.
- Listen, listen - Three on three.
Brian's bum is-- it-it's too white.
I can see where his tan stops.
Okay? An-and Bert's trunk is it-it's - er it's too stiff.
We're nearly into power cuts, loves.
Come on - quickly, please! Power cuts.
The power cuts.
Urgh.
Emergency generators have let me down twice.
Please will somebody do something about it.
Okay.
Well, that's good.
He made the banana, anyway.
Fine.
Pick it up! Pick it up! Okay.
Fine.
Fine.
Why won't she use them? She frightened of 'em or something? Hit 'im! Hit 'im!!! God! God, you'd think she'd never had a stick in her hand before.
And--- [ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYING.]
Step, step.
Shove it! Good.
- I'll get her on Five.
- Hold it! Sorry, but we're taking over the studio.
What the hell is it this time? - I've never known such a complete--- - John? - Yes.
- Umm we seem to have visitors.
WHAT?! Excuse me.
I'll just go up and have a word.
[PEOPLE MUTTERING.]
Can't just walk into the studio.
Toby, they can't?! Not my show! Don't blame me, pal.
But "Tittupy Bumpity" is the only show anyone watches any more! - Don't they realise? - It's an emergency! Well, what isn't? It has got to be done! - Why? - Through landlines.
Well, some other studio, then! What other? These awful things.
I've seen this programme before.
Pfft! But under protest, Toby.
Under protest.
I shall put that clearly on record.
All right! "Tittup Tittupy Bumpity" has a special place.
It's what used to be called a family show after all, I mean if it's--- Now, everybody - stay calm, please.
This is a kind of emergency, but there is no danger.
Now, Vic? Vic - will you clear all this? Quick as you can.
You may want to stay and listen.
Now, it's okay if you do, but over there, please - and dead quiet.
It's their lives too, I suppose.
We've got NASA on the line.
Okay, punch 'em through.
[RADIO STATIC.]
---We now have thirty-one recorded instances.
All around the globe.
Same pattern.
Some big gathering of younger-age human beings.
Both sexes.
- Lost.
- Destroyed.
Bernard let's keep it at lost, for now.
All right, just till provable.
Of which we need all we can get because we don't have the slightest idea of what we're--- Look“.
the tracking devices tell us nothing.
They say there's nothing up there.
Nothing discernible in Earth orbit.
All we've got is what we know we're getting.
These power blasts - out of the blue, literally! Chuck forget about "what" for a moment.
Think about - "when".
- When? How many of these strikes were on crowds gathered near megaliths? Stone circles? Yes.
I'd say a-about a third.
And these circles date back, what? Four or five thousand years? That your "when"? Significant.
Oh, just one thing.
You're saying those stones weren't put there by human hands? Oh, yes, they were.
- Well then--- - No doubt about it.
- Well then, what--- - I think that men may have raised those megaliths to commemorate - to mark - places that had become terrible to them.
Places that had been visited.
You reckon it came then? And left traces behind.
Perhaps deep under the surface.
In our terms guidance beacons set in the earth - for next time.
And this is "next time".
[WHISPERING AND MUTTERING.]
Ssh! Quiet please! Now for the "what".
Try this.
A colossal invisible skin.
A skin? Yes, just to get some kind of an image.
Call it a film.
A membrane.
A bubble.
Anything up to a million miles round.
Completely surrounding the Earth yet enclosing it - at a great distance.
Half-way to the Moon, say.
A sphere of energy so diffuse that our detectors can't see it.
They look right through it.
And yet organised able to concentrate all its power in an instant.
And do well, what what we know it does.
Well, you've gotten ahead of us in some respects.
But, uh any guesses as to why? It's, um it-its purpose? Yes.
We're obviously facing an intelligence of some order.
It seems to us that the primary need is to--- What is it? Okay.
Okay, let him take it, then.
Bernard? We've got this Moscow link, now.
Somebody you know.
Academician Pavel Grigoritch Gurov.
Oh, yeah.
Yes.
Yes, I know him.
Quatermass! This is a tragedy! It is a cosmic error! An error? A terrible misunderstanding.
Well, what do you mean? All my life I have dreaded it.
That some advanced form of society should appear and fail to communicate.
Now it happens.
Here! In Volgograd Province, in Kursk, Uzbekistan! Today a mass gathering of the Pioneers.
The Young Communist League.
Children! [SOBBING.]
Oh, God.
When they came before, they found savages.
You see - I agree with you, Quatermass.
In the Bronze Age.
Da.
But now it comes again and it mistakes.
We are advanced society.
It might not think so.
Planned society.
Marxist-Leninist, is ours! Da.
And even you in the West.
We must reach it! We must communicate! Communicate? With-with-with that? Well, in Soviet Union we have much-prepared method code and radio emissions teknika of govorit! Oh, talk to it - we can! Gur0v's out of his mind.
We're gonna try it.
You are?! Now, Chuck--- We've got a shuttle rocket on the pad, right now.
The Russkies came on through with a lot of stuff.
We're gonna use it.
Now, wait a minute.
Now, wait a minute! Bernard.
I want your evaluations.
I want them quick.
We're into countdown.
Well, go on! Help him, if he's trying to save us! - Keep out of it, John - Well, he must - he must! My evaluation, Chuck? Here it is.
Forget about trying to get through to it.
- But surely we have to try to--- - The ripe crop can't appeal to the reaper! What does he mean? What is it'? I think this is the gathering time.
The human race is being harvested! [SCREAMING.]
Mrs Morgan? As District Commissioner I see a lot of these megalith sites are in your area.
Yes, sir.
Can they be effectively sealed off? If we had more army units.
More?! It's the only hope.
The Pay Cops are useless, you know that.
And there are far too many sites.
- How many? - Hundreds! Let me see those.
At least they're highly recognisable.
These gigantic stones.
Not always.
As I tried to explain, sir.
The real signal is probably far beneath.
These stones were put there by our ancestors, i-in an attempt to appease something.
- What about Silchester? - Oh, Silchester.
No megaliths there! - Look here, isn't it time? - About five minutes, sir.
Professor? What about Silchester? I think there would have been stones there once.
It was one of the great node points.
The junction of every road and track in the area.
The Romans built their city on it.
And the stones? Well, perhaps they've been shifted or broken.
But what was underneath stayed.
Under the open fields.
And yesterday, those kids found it.
Please! Please! Three thousand more of them! A meadow.
Appropriate, for a human harvest.
That is really what you believe is happening? I have to.
So these are no help, then? The dangerous places could be anywhere.
Perhaps.
Traditional gathering sites.
Then even here - in London? The great parks.
Tyburn, Eastcheap.
Or right here.
Two hundred feet above our head.
Maiden Castle.
- Blackhills.
- Runnymeade.
NO! Professor Quatermass, this "harvest" theory of yours.
I don't like it.
I don't buy it! But surely, this terrible event--- "Terrible", "terrifying" - those are his words.
For countless thousands of deaths.
"Deaths"? What do you mean, David? I believe that we're in the presence of something that he doesn't begin to understand.
And you do? Something momentous, I agree.
A process so infinitely awesome.
Yes.
Yes, professor - I think I do.
I'm still young enough.
I can just begin to grasp what the kids instinctively feel must be.
The planet? Yes! [RADIO.]
"Er, Mission Control, Houston.
" "Stand by to receive.
" "Status report.
" Shall we go? "---Indicates it is now in estimated---" I'd like you to be right.
"Commencing direct radio transmission from shuttle rocket.
" "Ten seconds from now.
" "Radio alone will be used.
" I've got an old friend up there.
Chuck Marshall.
One of the best they ever had.
Direct transmission.
Isn't that taking a risk? That's the idea, sir.
To get noticed.
- They'll be within range now.
- "Mission Commander to Mission Control.
" "Ground elapsed time is six hours, forty minutes.
" "Distance from Earth" "one hundred and ten thousand miles.
" "We have, at this time, no sighting of any kind.
" [BEEPING.]
"Mother Bird.
Mission Control to Mother Bird.
" Of course - the mother bird draws attention away from the chicks.
"---Zone of this power web.
" "We could be closing on it.
" "We suggest you start signals now.
" "Good a time as any.
" "Roger.
Will do.
" Giorgi? Yeah, he's ready with his box of tricks.
For the benefit of those that, er, might have missed it we are not talking to it in Russian.
The language is mathematics.
In the load bay behind us there's a transmitter the size of a gasoline truck.
Two thirty-metre antennas are now extended and transmitting at full power.
If it should respond in any way we're ready.
[TELETYPE PRINTER.]
Clear sighting of Earth.
Looks real small.
Hard to believe anything could make a precise fix way out here.
[COMPUTER ALARM.]
Hey, we got something.
They've found it.
My God! Wait.
Wait.
"Unless it could just be an indication of---" Malfunction.
Oh, my God, Chuck.
"Hold it, Mother Bird.
" "Our computer says you've got a minor on board malfunction.
" "Check it out, would you?" [COMPUTER ALARM.]
[SIGHING.]
Sorry, Mission Control.
Blame Giorgi.
He's not, er, overly familiar with American-type control.
I don't know, though.
We're getting a kind of a generalised--- I don't know what the hell we're getting! Hey, Giorgi - did you see that? That was outside.
"It's incredible!" "It's-it's like a gigantic laser beam only it pulsates!" "it could be ten miles away or-or a hundred!" "Pointing straight towards Earth!" "And in the other direction - right away out!" "I'll try and get a camera on it.
" There won't be time.
"It's gone.
" Twenty seconds.
I wonder where? Must remember it wasn't just a beam of light.
It was a carrier beam.
Carrier.
Mother Bird to Mission Control.
The range is correct.
I'm going to try those braking manoeuvres.
We'll start with a four second burn.
"We read you, Mother Bird.
" "We'll monitor your burn status, stage by stage.
" "We've got all the stuff we need via telemetry.
" "From here on we keep voice contact.
" [UNEARTHLY HIGH-PITCHED NOISE.]
We're into malfunction! Total malfunction! All systems--- [SCREAMING.]
"Mother Bird, are you receiving me?" "Mother Bird, are you able to receive me?" "Mother Bird, this is Mission Control.
" "Can you read us?" "Mother Bird, do you read u---" I don't think it even knew they were there.
[BACKGROUND CHATTER.]
Well, Professor? That beam.
Yes, I heard him.
A great beam - out to infinity.
I think we imagine something different, you and I.
Have you read the Isabel Report? The medical report on that child who survived for one day? No.
Then you should.
It's irrelevant.
She didn't go with them.
[WIND KEENING.]
[PLAINTIVE MUSIC.]
[FRUSTRATED GRUNTING.]
[GHOSTLY CHILDREN TALKING.]
"What are you doing, Daddy?" [CHANTING.]
Leh.
Leh.
Leh.
[GUITAR STRUMMING.]
"Huffity Puffity, Ringstone Round" "if you lose your hat, it will never be found.
" "So pull up your britches, right up to your chin.
" "And fasten your cloak, with a bright new pin.
" "When you are ready, then we can begin.
" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" [PUFFING.]
"H uffity, puffity, puff.
" [PUFFING.]
"Huffity Puffity, Ringstone Round.
" - "if you lose your hat" - Hey! Where you going, mate?! - "will never be found.
" - Come back - don't be stupid! "So pull up your britches, right up to your chin.
" "And fasten your cloak, with a bright new pin.
" "And when you are ready, then we shall begin.
" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" [PUFFING.]
"H uffity, puffity, puff.
" [PUFFING.]
[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE.]
[GUNFIRE AND SCREAMING.]
[SCREAMING.]
[GUNFIRE STOPS, CHANTING.]
Leh.
Leh.
Leh.
[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE.]
There's more of 'em.
More! [CHANTING.]
Leh.
Leh.
Leh Hold it - there's more of 'em.
Over there.
Let's go wiv 'em.
[CHANTING.]
"Huffity Puffity, Ringstone Round.
" "if you lose your hat, it will never be found.
" "So pull up your britches, right up to your chin.
" "And fasten your cloak, with a bright new pin.
" "And when you're ready, then we shall begin.
" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" "Puff! Puff" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" "Puff! Puff!" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" "Huffity Puffity, Ringstone Round.
" "if you lose your hat, it will never be found.
" "So pull up your britches, right up to your chin.
" "And fasten your cloak, with a bright new pin.
" "And when you are ready, then we shall begin.
" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" "Puff! Puff!" "H uffity, puffity, puff.
" "Puff! Puff!" Get him out - get him clear.
- Move.
Come on, now.
- Don't worry, dear - yes, you'll be all right.
Quickly.
Don't worry, dear - we'll get you to a doctor.
Mind that door.
Careful.
Careful.
That was coming.
Ask him.
It's up to him, now.
He must.
- The Stadium.
- What? You've got to stop it.
Ah, no - no action.
But you must have heard.
They're gathering in tens of thousands.
God knows how they're getting there--- They've always done it! It's an institution.
But not like this! The game's ceased to matter much.
I agree.
In fact it's minimal.
Oh, let's face it - the whole thing's been encouraged as an outlet.
A bit of harmless bloodletting.
We could accept a few hundred casualties.
Oh, that's us.
That's what we've come to! That place can hold a hundred thousand! If.
Yes - "if"! Do you really suggest Wembley Stadium is an ancient site? The "Sacred Turf", they call it.
- I wonder what's underneath? - [SNIGGERING.]
Do something, man.
Stop them! [CROWD ROARING.]
[EXCITED SHOUTING.]
[CAR HORN BEEPING.]
[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE.]
Listen.
[MORE GUNSHOTS.]
Shots.
I doubt if he'll do anything.
No - what they're chanting.
It's that old rhyme.
The nursery rhyme.
"Huffity Puffity" "Ringst0ne Round.
" Get on with it, man.
Do you think he wants our help? [PISTOL SHOTS.]
[GLASS SMASHING.]
[GUNFIRE AND CROWD NOISES.]
Where do I go now?! This way! This way! [WAGON LAMP SMASHING AGAINST ENTRANCE.]
They're still there.
Cut 'em off! We're trapped! We've got 'em - they're trapped! Mind that column.
Mind out! Oh, my God.
Watch it! - Look out! - [SCREAMING.]
[GROANING.]
Annie! [AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE.]
[UNEARTHLY HIGH-PITCHED NOISE.]
[END THEME MUSIC.]