" When will you be back?" " Tomorrow." " At what time?" " (Sapphire) 'Steel!" "'" " To continue my investigation..." " Keep quiet." " Pardon?" " 'What is it?" "'" "(Military drumming)" "'It's the platform again." "Something... changing." "'Something happening.'" "(# Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kitbag)" "'The flowers have appeared again and the smell of summer 'but there's something else, Steel, something else this time.'" "'Can you identify it?" "'" "'Just... a very powerful feeling..." "of hatred." "'And resentment, a strong feeling of resentment." "'The whole atmosphere out here is charged with it." "'And that sound, Steel.'" "(Music fades)" "(Sapphire) 'Can you hear that?" "'" "'No." "What is it?" "'" "'It's the sound of a band." "It's approaching.'" " (Music resumes) - (Sapphire) 'It's coming here.'" "Listen." "(Sapphire) 'And I can hear men... marching.'" "Do you hear that?" " 'Be careful, Sapphire.'" " You hear it?" " 'Sapphire, be careful.' - 'I'm all right, Steel.'" " # What's the use of worrying... # - 'Sapphire, leave that platform now." "'We're in the waiting room." "Come here now.'" "'All irregularities will be handled 'by the forces controlling each dimension." "'Transuranic heavy elements may not be used where there is life." "'Medium atomic weights are available." "'Gold, Lead," "'Copper," "'Jet, Diamond, Radium," "'Sapphire, Silver and steel." "'Sapphire and Steel have been assigned.'" " (Band still playing) - 'Sapphire, leave that platform." "'Answer me.'" "It's hot." "It's a hot summer day." "# Smile, boys that's the style... #" "He likes the sun." "He says it makes things grow, makes the corn ripe." " # It never was worthwhile... #" " I can hear wood pigeons and bees." "# Pack up your troubles in your old kitbag... #" "It's very hot and very, very still." "He's with them, you see." "It's their special sendoff." "# Pack up your troubles in your old kitbag" "# And smile, smile, smile" " # While you've a lucifer... #" " Do you hear it?" "Do you hear that?" "'Who are you, Sapphire?" "'Who are you?" "'" "# What's the use of worrying?" " # It never was worthwhile... #" " No passenger trains today." "This station is closed to ordinary passengers." "#... and smile, smile, smile #" "Wait a minute, the doors are locked." "(People cheering, faint)" "There are just the girls." "(Cheering continues)" "Just the girls who gave... who gave them... (Women shouting and cheering)" "Look!" "Look, it's daylight out there!" "(Cheering continues, train approaching)" "It won't open." "(Cheering and shouting, train approaching)" "(Men shouting)" "(Train slowing down)" "(Train stopping)" "The girls who gave us flowers." "(Train pulling away)" "(Machine-gun fire and explosions)" "(Man groaning and crying in pain)" "(Groaning continues)" "(Crying and gunfire continues)" "(Gasps)" "Steel!" "Wait!" "It's amazing." "Really amazing." " Tell me." " He..." " It is without life." " An external projection?" " No, an after-image." " After-image?" "Yes, it lived once." "To think we're witnessing..." "It's amazing." "Would you please be quiet?" "Who were you?" "Surely you can see he was a soldier?" "Who were you?" "Who am I, more like." "No." "Sorry but you're dead." " Who were you?" " Give the poor lad a chance." "Please." "Let him do it his way." "You might as well tell me." "I reckon you might as well find out for yourself." "All right." "What do you want here?" "I reckon you might as well find that out and all." "(Whistling Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kitbag, slowly)" "(Whistling continues)" "You see what you've done?" "You've driven him away." "(Whistling continues)" "So that's your threat, is it?" "That poor lad." "(Whistling fades)" "I mean..." "I mean is that really your idea of evil?" "Yes, it is." "Well, it isn't mine!" "Please come back." "In the name of God, please come back." ""I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me" ""Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth." ""Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours..."" "The after-image belonged to someone who died during The Great War." " Great War?" " 1914 to 1918." "Died here?" "This was a battleground?" "No, the sendoff was from here." "Did you hear the train?" " Yes." " And the women?" " Women?" " Yes." "They cheered them on their way and made them think that they were heroes." " (Sighs) No, I didn't hear them." " I did." "It was something he wanted me to experience, to participate in." "Just momentarily." "Not to frighten me, he just wanted me to experience it." "Why?" "Because those women were part of this place for him." "He resented what they stood for." " You sensed that?" " Yes." "Was it the same feeling of resentment and hatred you felt on the platform?" "Some of it, yes, but not all of it." "So this is where it all started for him." "His death started here." "Great wars, civil wars, holy wars..." "Sometimes I wonder why they bother to send us here." "It's not enough." "That amount of resentment, it's not enough." "He was a soldier, he went to war." "He knew of the possibility of being killed prematurely." "No, it's not enough." "You're sure that was the war he was killed in?" "Oh, yes." "I saw his death." "It was something else he wanted me to experience." " Where's Tully?" " Waiting." " Where?" " In the waiting room." "I'm gonna send him home." "Then we have to find out who he was, his name, where he lived, and exactly where and when he died and what his intentions are." " He didn't come back." " No?" "And I'm hoping that he hasn't deserted us for good." " I doubt that he has." " Cos that would be a pity." " That lad's ghost has things to say." " I'm sure he has." " Things to tell us." " Mr Tully." " I've decided to stay on tonight." " Have you?" "A sort of emergency service." "So no more jokes." "I'd rather you didn't make fun of me." "I'm not stupid." " I happen to realise." " Realise what?" "That the pair of you are working along similar lines to me." " All right, alternative lines." " I'd prefer that." "I'm aware of your..." "well, your tour de force." " Our what?" " The way you're able to communicate." "Some method of thought transference is it?" " Something like that." " Very clever." "And you seem clairvoyant." "Must have taken years of practice..." " Mr Tully." " Yes?" "Do you have any more tapes for this machine?" "I have some, yes." " Recordings you've made here?" " Yes." "But I'm not giving them to you." " You said my equipment was junk." " It is." "Give them to me." "Oh, no, no." "This is part of a record of my research." "I've answered your questions but you haven't answered one of mine." "So, as fellow investigators, a part of my research information in exchange for a part of yours." "Tell him." "This much." "This force, what does it look like?" "We don't know yet." " Yet you say it's dangerous, evil." " Yes." "Then it can hardly be the ghost of that poor soldier." " The man who killed him, perhaps." " No, this force is not human." " But..." " It draws its power from emotional responses of the human kind." " You mean the human soul?" " No, I do not mean the human soul." " I mean responses." " Like what?" "Like hatred, anger, resentment." "You're trying to tell me that this force thrives on some of the worst human feelings?" " Yes." " Of living people?" "No." "Preferably the dead." " Where does this force come from?" " We don't know." " You seem to know enough." " Yes." "How can this force use the persona of the dead?" " The persona lives on." " Where?" "In the atmosphere." "It only has to be activated." " No more questions." " What?" " The exchange is over." " It is not." "I gave your friend four tapes." "All I've had is hints about how dead people... (Door creaks open)" " Mr Tully." " Just the man I wanted to see..." " The first tape." " Yes?" " Had it ever been used before?" " No." "It's a blank tape." "A new one." "Did you check it before you used it?" " I always do." " And?" "Well, I just said - it was blank." "The only recording made on this tape was this evening?" " Yes." " Have you played it?" " I haven't had much chance." " What is it?" "Listen." "(Tully) 'In the name of God..." "please tell me who you are." "'I know you're here." "'I'm a friend..." "and I want to help you.'" " There's nothing wrong with that." " Listen." "'So will you let me help you?" "'Please?" "'You can trust in me.'" " (Wings flapping on the tape)" " A pigeon." "(Rattling and banging on the tape)" " That's you moving the machine?" " Yes." " You don't switch it off to move it?" " No." "(Rattling continues)" "(Strained, heavy breathing on the tape)" "(1st man) 'What are they doing?" "'" "(2nd man) 'Radio... radio messages." "'Making... (Laboured breathing) Making a distress call.'" "(1st man) 'Jamie's passed out.'" "(1st man, panting) 'The air..." "Not enough air.'" "(2nd man) 'Then don't waste it talking.'" "(1st man) 'How... how deep are we?" "'At the bottom?" "'Hey..." "No pumps working and we're at the bottom." "'Hey?" "'The tank's full..." "and we're at the bottom." " 'Right at the bottom.' - 'Don't... don't talk." "'Save..." "Save the air.'" "(Laboured breathing continues)" "(Tully) '... during an important psychical investigation 'and that can be dangerous.'" " And that was picked up?" " On the footbridge stairs." " But I heard nothing." " No?" " Have you heard anything like it?" " No." " Nothing like that?" " No." "Only the sounds of the soldier." "It sounded like death again - someone's death." " (Steel) Yes." " But where were they?" "In a submarine." " And yet..." " What?" "Well... our young soldier was obviously from the First World War and that seems sort of later." "Why later?" "I don't think they had electric pumps in the First World War." "I couldn't swear to that but..." "I was at the top, on the footbridge, Tully was at the foot..." "Working my way up." "Working his way up." "Try the stairs." " Nothing." " What about the top?" "Yes." "There's something... somewhere." "It's not very strong but it's somewhere here." " What are you sensing?" "Resentment?" " No." " Hatred?" " Neither of those, it's more like... fear and hopelessness." " What's the temperature?" " Cold." "I've never recorded a temperature drop there." "Always the opposite." "Yes, it's quite cold." "Give me details." "It's just cold." "It's a strange sort of cold, like... (Steel) Like at the bottom of the sea?" "No, the other extreme." "(Tully) What?" "It's like high in the air." "The air's thin, it's a high altitude." " (Steel) But it's still dark?" " No, the sun is shining!" "It's very bright." "It's almost dazzling!" "It's gone." " Whatever it was, it's gone." " Maybe it's designed to confuse us." "(Steel) It's all a bit of mixture, isn't it?" "Bottom of the sea, high in the air." "Things out of order, out of time." "And the voices?" "It has to be the soldier." "The main instrument is the soldier - only him." " Yes." " We've seen him." "We know this place is important to him." "That his resentment started here." "Is that what you're thinking or what you're hoping?" "Hoping." "I'd rather not have to think the obvious." "That this could be a recruiting ground for the dead?" "(Steel) Yes." "I'm gonna check the other three tapes." "(Whistling resumes)" "(Whistling stops)" "(Whistling, distant)" "(Whistling stops)" "(Whistling resumes)" "(Whistling stops)" "(Whistling resumes)" "(Engine roaring, gunfire)" "(Explosion)" "(Plane plummeting)" "(Engine racing)" "(High-pitched buzzing)"