Gog (1954) - full transcript

Pepe is asleep.

Test subject asleep.

Time...

Three twenty-four.

Oxygenometer?

Point five.

Blood pressure?

Normal.

Reduce temperature to
ten degrees below zero.

Temperature: minus ten.

Take it down to minus forty.



Give me a reading.

Temperature: minus forty.

Body temperature: fourteen.

Heart beat: twelve.

Respiration: nine point four.

Reduce temperature
to minus eighty-five.

Temperature: minus eighty-five.

Heart beat: zero.

Pulse rate: zero.

Respiration: none.

Test subject completely solidified,
one minute and 54 seconds.

Doctor Kirby,
increase temperature.

Temperature: minus twenty...

minus ten...



zero...

plus ten...

twenty...

thirty two.

Induce galvanic
shock to the heart.

Body temperature:
sixty, seventy, eighty.

Induce galvanic
shock to the brain.

Body temperature: ninety...

ninety two, ninety five, ninety nine.

Cut the pumps.

Increase oxygen.

Induce galvanic shock to
the central nervous system.

Now!

He's breathing.

Pulse: normal.
Blood pressure: normal.

-Time?
-Three, twenty-seven and 7 seconds.

Test subject alive.

Result: positive.

Nice boy, Pepe.

You'll be more famous than
Pavlov's dog. Just wait and see.

Send Pepe down to the
biology lab for a blood count.

Come on, Pepe.

Floyd?

Take Pepe to the biology
lab for a blood count.

Have six copies
of the log typed out.

And I'll want a more
sensitive thermostat.

-You'll find one in the supply room.
-Yes, doctor.

Doctor Kirby?

Doctor Kirby?

Doctor Kirby!

Doctor Kirby!

Help! Help! Doctor Kirby!
Somebody help!

Help!

Doctor Kirby! Doctor Kirby!
Help! Somebody help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Doctor Hubertus?

Doctor Hubertus?

-What happen?
-Controls are jammed.

-The Brain just took over.
-The Brain?

The giant brain machine
that's guiding us in.

Keeps the exact location
of the area a secret.

I've been here twice before
and still don't know where I am.

Suppose I watch the instruments?

Wouldn't do you any good.
The Brain magnetizes them too.

Control 2 from Control 1.
Helicopter approaching.

Guiding in on beam four.

Now passing through sector six.

Please report helicopter
approaching to Dr. Van Ness.

Sun mirror.

Yeah, focused on us, they
could burn us to a crisp.

A pleasant thought.

Aircraft now descending.
Open hangar.

Altitude 100 feet.

90... 80...

70... 60...

50... 40...

30... 20...

Thanks very much
Al, I appreciate it.

Dr. Sheppard?

-Yes.
-Dr. Van Ness is waiting for you.

-Right this way, please.
-Thank you.

May I see your
credentials, please?

-Better check this in the file, Andy.
-Right, Julie.

Kill the light, Steve.

Alright, Steve.

Everything seems
to be in order, Julie.

Thank you, Dr. Sheppard.

If you'll follow me, please.

-How far do we go?
-First level. Hundred feet down.

-How many levels are there?
-Four, not counting the hangar.

The fourth level contains the
atomic pile. The third, the NOVAC.

-NOVAC?
-The Brain.

-What do you know about the brain machine?
-It's not my job to know.

Well, this is it.

-You'll have to go alone.
-Alright.

Dr. Van Ness's office
is right over there.

Just stand in front of the door.

-A photocell will indicate your presence.
-Thank you.

Come in, come in.

You must be Dr. Sheppard.
I'm Dr. Van Ness.

I attended many of your
lectures, Dr. Van Ness.

Shows good sense,
very good sense.

Good to get rid of those.

Here are my orders, sir.

I requested your
presence, Dr. Sheppard.

Sit down.

You enjoy a very
excellent reputation.

I asked for you particularly.

-So you were with OSS.
-During the war.

-Then with H bomb security.
-Not 'til last night.

You're used to danger. I'm
not, it confuses me and I...

I can't afford to be confused.

Our research work here
is much too important.

The security of the
nation is at stake.

Well, I must admit I haven't
had much time for a briefing.

Well, as you know from my
teletype report, Doctor Hubertus...

and his assistant were found
dead in the cold chamber.

Their bodies crystallized and
shattered into hundreds of pieces.

What kind of an experiment
were they conducting?

Hubertus believed that
by pre-freezing the pilots...

we'll be able to conquer space.

A man kept frozen
and refrigerated...

could avoid the
danger of space flight.

Cosmic rays, meteors,
lack of weight, and oxygen.

The pull of gravity.

But someone must
operate the controls.

Robots!

How do you intend to bring these pilots
back to life from their frozen condition?

When the rocket arrives,
radar beams thaw them out.

-It's fantastic!
-It worked!

With animals.

But Hubertus was murdered
with his own machine.

Did you consider equipment
failure, Dr. Van Ness?

No!

I've positive proof there's
a saboteur in my staff.

I'd like to see the evidence.

Joanna, will you please bring
in the homing devices.

Yes, sir.

We're faced with
extreme emergency.

The lives of 150 top
scientists are in danger.

The best in the country, and
I'm responsible for their safety.

I want you to share this
responsibility with me, Dr. Sheppard.

Thank you.

Joanna, this is Dr. Sheppard, of the Office
of Scientific Investigation. Miss Merritt.

-How do you do, Dr. Sheppard.
-It's a pleasure, Miss Merritt.

Can you recognize these gadgets?

Miniature radar beacons.

-Beautiful precision wor...
-We found them hidden.

They were sending
out a signal in code.

It's obvious they were
designed to guide in a bomb.

Where were they found?

One was found among some
equipment in the microchemistry lab,

and the other in the
commissary storeroom.

How powerful would you
say these were, Dr. Van Ness?

Powerful enough
to beam in a plane.

Or a rocket with
an atomic warhead.

Yes, but we aren't at war.

We weren't at war the
night before Pearl Harbor.

Aren't we safe this
far underground?

Yes, from an ordinary bomb.

The project is
buried in the desert...

for security reasons.

We're on four levels.

Or five, counting the hangar
where you landed in the helicopter.

It's shaped like a wheel.

With the elevator running
down the center of the wheel.

Now, if a ordinary
bomb were dropped,

our surface installations would be
damaged, and possibly the hangar...

and some of the
elevator controls.

With an atomic bomb...

the first level would
go to where we are now.

And with a hydrogen bomb...

the works!

And a large part of the desert.

Are there many people
in the first level now?

Almost everyone, it's noon.

Well, I suggest you
clear this level at once.

But they're at lunch.

Well, from now on, why
not stagger them in shifts?

Then if anything happens, your
losses would be at a minimum.

Yes, that was Major
Howard's suggestion.

And in view of the circumstances,
I think it should be done.

Is your staff aware of
the impending danger?

Only Major Howard, in charge
of security. He found the devices.

Good. If you don't mind, I'd
like to take this transmitter.

Then I'd like to become acquainted with
your staff, and the work they're doing.

Yes, certainly.

Miss Merritt will as your guide and
provide you with all necessary...

protective equipment.

This way, Dr. Sheppard.

I'll meet you in the
Helio lab in 10 minutes.

-Major Howard?
-Yes, Dr. Van Ness.

Clear the first level.

Then issue orders to the staff...

they're to work, eat and sleep
in three eight-hour shifts.

At no time, I
repeat, at no time...

should there be more than
one-third personnel on the first level.

Key scientists,
engaged in research...

must remain below, at all
times, until their work is complete.

This order is urgent
and immediate.

-Do you have any questions?
-No, sir.

-But I have something to report.
-What is it?

About those code transmitters.

Yes.

We've found another one.

All right, Joanna.

Gold gives you access to all the
laboratories, the only color that does.

The rest of the staff has to have special
permission to go from one level to another.

It's made from specially impregnated
material, sensitive to infrared rays.

And any variation would be picked up on
photoelectric cells and sound the alarm.

-Are there any in here now?
-No, not in the locker rooms.

How's it been?

Oh, David, it's maddening.

-It's been such a long time.
-It's been longer than that.

So much has happened.
So much has changed.

Do you know what
I keep thinking?

-What?
-It's silly.

Mostly about slipping
into a cocktail dress and

waiting for you to ring
the downstairs bell.

Twenty-second street
is a long way from here.

This place is so inhuman.

The machines took over. People aren't
important. We live here like groundhogs.

The world is a nightmare.

Does anyone know you're
from Security Section?

Not even Van Ness.

What did you find out?

Nothing definite.
Everyone's been thoroughly screened.

But here's a list of names.

That's about all.

Doctor and Mrs. Elzevir, from Helio
Engineering. Dr. Zeitman, electronics.

Dr. Engle, cybernetics.
Who are these people?

Some of our key scientists.

There's not a shred of
evidence against them, but...

they act a little
stranger than the others.

In what way?

Well, Dr. Elzevir, for instance.

He writes to a number
of people in Europe.

Have they been checked?

Oh, his letters are screened.
His contacts are mostly women.

Sounds like a reasonable person.

I noticed traces of dust on
one of the transmitter tubes.

It doesn't look like ordinary dust.
I'd like to have it checked.

This is your radiation
badge, Dr. Sheppard.

The sensitive film plate will turn red if
you receive an overdose of radiation.

I'm already exposed.

The chemistry lab is on the
second level, Dr. Sheppard.

Marna?

Oh, Joanna.

Dr. Sheppard, I'd like you
to meet Marna Roberts.

Dr. Sheppard will be
working with us for a while.

A long while, I hope.
How do you do.

I hope I'm not disturbing
you, Miss Reynolds.

Not at all.

Dr. Sheppard has a
sample he'd like analyzed.

Certainly, may I see it?

-Could I have a slide, please?
-Sure.

Powder.

-Any idea what he is?
-Not the slightest.

Looks like it might be metallic.

Can you come
back in a half hour?

I'll have to photograph the spectrum
then run the results through NOVAC.

I'm beginning to think that
NOVAC's indispensable.

We'd be lost without it.

-Thanks, we'll see you later.
-Alright.

We're to join
Dr. Van Ness in here.

-Helio Engineering.
-Well, that's a new one.

I've never seen sunlight
under the ground.

Doctor and Madam
Elzevir are full of surprises.

The beams of light are
equidistant from the source.

It's very interesting.

I wonder what's keeping them?

Oh, here you are. Joanna,
turn the light on, will you please.

-I want you to meet Dr. and Madam Elzevir.
-How do you do.

Hello.

Over here, doctor, this
is what I want you to see.

This is what we've
been working on.

Man's first attempt
to conquer space.

So this is the space station.

-The culmination of all our efforts.
-It's fascinating.

It's a scale model, one
fifth of an inch to a foot.

When it's in space it'll circle
the Earth like another moon,

a thousand miles up.

Drawing it's power
from the Sun with this.

A miniature solar mirror.

It's taken Dr. and Madam
Elzevir years to perfect it.

It's a work of genius.

She's our nicest critic.

-So the mirror is the only source of power?
-That's right.

The mirror collects
the rays of the Sun

and focuses them on this boiler
tube which contains mercury.

The mercury boils,

converts water to steam,

which in turn drives the dynamo,

generating all the electrical
power we need for light,

heat, air conditioning
and equipment.

I see.

In space, the Sun is visible
twenty-four hours a day.

There's no atmosphere
to reduce its effectiveness.

Let me show you what
the Sun really looks like.

This is our spectro-helioscope.

It is the only one of
its kind in the world.

Above us, on the
desert, a series of lenses,

tracking the Sun, bringing
its image down here to us.

You can observe the nuclear
explosions on the surface of the Sun.

The Sun itself, however, is
matted out by a blue filter disk.

I can see the corona
and the prominences.

Like millions of hydrogen
bombs exploding at once.

Some of them are three hundred
and fifty thousand miles long.

Dr. Elzevir told me if we heat even a spec
of iron to the temperature of the sun...

it would radiate enough heat to blast all
life within a radius of a thousand miles.

The inner temperature
is forty million degrees.

Can we ever hope to
develop such power?

If we consumed
the Earth's fuel...

at the rate of the Sun's output, it
would last only a matter of a few days.

Particularly when you
consider the Sun consumes...

four million tons of
matter a second.

Four millions?

Oh, don't worry, it's good for
about another fifteen billion years.

I'm glad to hear it.

May I?

Are those solar mirrors
in actual operation?

Yes, these are our
working models.

In space we would obtain
light directly from the sun.

Here we utilize the sun's
rays from the heliostat.

The mirror is a paraboloid, concentrating
many rays into one intense focus.

Very hot.

This is the most
startling perhaps.

It's a good way
to light a cigarette.

Do you think so?

Let us try it with a
solid piece of steel.

The switch, darling.

It's more than
startling, it's frighting.

Yes, and consider a
mirror anchored in space...

it would be a powerful
weapon of war.

Compared to it, the
atom bomb would be a toy.

It's hard to believe that a mirror far
out in space could harm the Earth.

Withhold your opinion, Dr. Sheppard, you
haven't seen the rest of the demonstration.

Darling, the model.

Right away, my sweet.

I have such a
wonderful assistant.

Here is an industrial set
on the shores of Lake Erie.

Yeah, that would be a
logical point of attack.

It would indeed.

All set, darling.

Now watch the buildings.

There you are...

Two million people
with one beam of light.

This could actually happen?

It most certainly could,
and it probably will...

if we are not the
first to reach space.

-What about the oceans?
-Let me show you.

Is your sun mirror in the
desert a multi-refractive type?

Yes, each little facet that
makes up the surface of the

mirror can be tilted so as to
regulate the focus the Sun.

Well, how do you change it, how
do you change focus so quickly?

I don't, NOVAC does.

Via code transmitters.

Naturally.

Dr. Sheppard, perhaps
you'd like to meet some

of the people who will
inhabit the space station.

I wouldn't be surprised if you told
me you had developed a super race.

Maybe David... Dr. Sheppard, would
like to see the rest of the project first.

Miss Merritt, I trust you're
not afraid of the competition.

Well, certainly
not, Dr. Van Ness.

It's just that Dr. Sheppard
seems so impressionable.

You think so, my dear?

Come along, the Human
Factor's lab is next door.

Dr. Carter, this
is Dr. Sheppard.

I want him to see
your miracle chamber.

Happy to meet you, Doctor.

Miss Merritt, Pierre.

It isn't exactly a miracle
chamber perhaps.

But in experimenting with weightlessness,
we do achieve some very interesting things.

Yeah, so I noticed.

As a matter of fact,
it's very interesting.

Your enthusiasm is
wonderful, Dr. Sheppard,

but the experiment
hasn't started yet.

One can not always
think of business, my dear.

Perhaps you'll explain
your work for us, Dr. Carter?

Yes, of course.

The test chamber is
covered with wire mesh...

enabling us to induce varying intensities
of electromagnetic currents into the room.

Subjects are wearing suits of
alphenol, that's a new aluminum alloy,

and it's easily magnetized.

By changing the magnetic
field in the chamber...

we're able to produce any condition of
gravity that we're apt to meet in space.

How do you determine
the effect on the subjects?

Well, we put them through
a vigorous workout at...

various levels of
weightlessness.

Then we give them
mental and physical tests...

to see what effect lack of
gravity has had upon them.

I see.

I'm going to reduce gravity so that they
weigh about one third their normal weight.

How far out in
space would that be?

About two thousand five hundred miles.

The costumes are very nice.

Why the girl?

We think women are better
suited for space travel than men.

For one thing, they'll take
up less room in a rocket.

They're also better insulated
against atmospheric changes.

Is that why they wear
nylons in cold weather?

Don't you believe it,
they do it to impress us.

Now I'm adjusting their weight
equal to fifty thousand miles in space.

They should weigh no more than...
fifteen or twenty pounds.

I wouldn't like to
be her boyfriend.

In space there's no such
thing as a weaker sex.

That's why I like it here.

Yes? Just a minute.
It's for you, Dr. Van Ness.

Well?

What?

I'll be there at once.

It's Major Howard.
He wants to see us immediately.

This way, Dr. Sheppard.

Very nice, very nice.

Pierre, you're in the
wrong department.

My dear, a man has to
have some kind of relaxation.

But not that kind, come on.

After you.

-When did you first notice it?
-Exactly fourteen minutes ago.

-What was the frequency?
-Thirteen thousand.

-Decibels?
-Seventy two.

-And there was nothing on the radar screen?
-No, sir.

What is it, Major?

Oh, Dr. Sheppard...

-Major Howard, head of Security Control.
-Major.

You can speak freely.
What's happened?

Fourteen minutes ago, the
sound detector began to vibrate.

-You can still hear it.
-This it here?

That's right. Electronically
controlled tuning forks.

Pick up vibrations within a
radius of a hundred miles.

The pattern indicates that
there's a jet plane in the vicinity...

flying faster than sound,
yet there's been no...

Now it's stopped.

Have you see anything
on the radar screen?

Nothing, except the helicopter,
and last night's jet patrol.

That's why I had you come up
here, it happened once before.

What about your ground observers?
Anything from them?

They've neither seen nor heard a
plane since you came in this morning.

There it is again.

Frequency thirteen point five.

Decibels increasing
to danger point.

Look! The chair!

At this frequency, sound
generates intense heat!

Open your mouths!

Everyone all right?

I think so.

That's the loudest it's been.

-Did you see anything on the scope?
-No, sir, nothing.

-How high does your radar probe?
-A hundred thousand feet.

But no plane's
ever gone that high!

At least from our planet.

Major Howard, I want you to instruct
all ground observers to double the watch.

Keep a look out for any flying objects:
jets, rockets, perhaps a guided missile.

-And, Dr. Sheppard...
-Yes, sir?

I didn't have a chance
to tell you this before.

We found another
code transmitter...

-in Dr. Zeitman's room.
-Doctor Zeitman?

He's next on my guided tour.

Joanna?

Control 2 from Control 1.

I want a 24 hour look out
at all observation posts.

Doubled personnel. Keep a
sharp watch for flying objects!

Type unknown, altitude unknown!

Even a bird, I don't care
what it is, report it at once!

That's Dr. Zeitman.

Well, why can't we go in?

He must be running a
problem through the Brain.

We have to wait until
the light turns green.

So this is NOVAC.

Nuclear Operative Variable
Automatic Computer.

Quite impressive, isn't it?

It was made in Switzerland.
Took five years to build it.

-Who designed it?
-Doctor Zeitman did.

G three.

Program Pulse five.

Accumulator eleven.

Digit trey B.

Into accumulator thirteen.

Doctor Zeitman?

I am extremely
busy, Miss Merritt.

Who is the gentleman with you?

Dr. Sheppard, from Washington.

To me, that is not a magic word...

what do you want?

He's here on official business.

Dr. Van Ness would like him to
become familiar with NOVAC.

If you can do that,
Dr. Sheppard, you're a genius.

I've been trying for six years.

You seem to be doing alright.

This is a new field in science.

We're only testing
on the surface.

What lies below
is unpredictable.

What's that?

Oh, those are our robots.

Gog and Magog!

Robots?

I consider them equal to NOVAC.

A great achievement
in electronic science.

Wait. I'll show you.

Engle, is Section Eleven clear?

-Yes, sir.
-I want you to activate Gog and Magog.

-Tape?
-Yes, it's a stored memory unit.

In this case, NOVAC will take
his instructions from the tape.

Every punched hole
represents a thought.

Constant W, seven two one. Variant X.

Constant W, seven two one. Variant X.

A function B.

Clear one one zero one.

A function B.
Clear one one zero one.

Now watch.

NOVAC will now give instructions
to Gog, to move to that panel,

adjust the dial to fifty thousand
volts, wait five seconds, then turn it off.

I've seen them in action
before, it's always frightening.

Science is never
frightening, Miss Merritt.

Magog is next.

Magog will now move...

to that work table,

pick up the screwdriver,

and hand it to the person
holding out his hand.

As Magog approaches, please
step forward, extend your hand...

and be prepared for
a slight electric shock.

Well...

Dr. Sheppard?

It's uncanny.

What made it to come to me?

Body heat.

They are sensitive
to infrared...

and will approach
whoever is closest.

And electrocute him
with the greatest of ease.

We learned it from the
rattlesnakes. Blindfold them...

and they still find their prey.

One day, Dr. Sheppard...

my robots...

will pilot our rockets...

into space.

Dr. Zeitman doesn't
agree with us.

He believes that humans
will never travel in space.

No matter what they tell
you, man's inadequate body...

will never be able
to leave the Earth.

-But now you must excuse me.
-Oh, certainly.

Thanks for the demonstration,
Dr. Zeitman. Very interesting.

Ah, Miss. Merritt, take
him to the atomic pile.

There he will see other
variations of robot power.

And when you go
back to Washington...

tell 'em what I have said.

All this waste of money...

on sun mirrors.

Doctor Zeitman?

Who empties these baskets?

The janitors, of course.

Well, this tape is coded.
The code's secret.

No janitor should have
access to this tape.

Every lab is equipped with a small
electric furnace for disposal purposes.

It's the regulation
to use the furnace.

Miss Merritt, I have no time
to bother with regulations.

Regulations can be
important, Dr. Zeitman.

At Oak Ridge we found a paper
napkin in the commissary.

Someone had scribbled an
equation for the H-bomb on it.

Dr. Sheppard, I
am in charge here...

and I'll decide
what is important.

You're not above the security
of the nation, Dr. Zeitman.

From now on...

use the furnace as directed.

Major, we just picked up
something on the sound detector...

flying over the crater
at eighty thousand feet.

Eighty thousand, that's the upper
limit of our own rocket planes.

I know, it was gone
before we could identify it.

In that case, I suggest you notify Air
Defense Command. Check with them..

-Maybe it's one of our planes.
-Yes, sir.

Suppose it isn't?

Only red or gold arm bands
are allowed on the fourth level.

Even then, we have to
be checked by security.

Do you know, this place could
drag you down after a while.

Fearing attack,
living underground.

It isn't a pleasant thought, but this could
become the future of the human race.

But David, that's why our
project is so important.

Once the space station has been
launched, we'll have nothing to fear.

Now, from this point on, the
photoelectric cells sound a warning...

if unauthorized personnel
enter the corridor.

Oh, and there are hidden
television cameras along the ceiling.

-Do you mean to say they're watching us?
-All the time.

They're interfering
with my impulses.

What impulses, Dr. Sheppard?

Well, I can't mention them...

'cause they're unauthorized.

-But they're nicely [unintelligible].
-Quiet.

We're passing a microphone.

-Why are they zig-zagged?
-Dr. Zeitman's idea.

Since radioactive particles
travel in a straight line...

this tunnel will prevent
the spread of radiation.

-Zeitman seems to be the number one genius.
-NOVAC is.

In case the solar
mirror fails, the space...

station would be powered
by an atomic reactor.

And this is the
monitoring chamber.

You can see through the red filtered
port activities in various hot labs.

Over here, for
instance, isotopes.

And here, plutonium compounds.

Here, radioactive fuels.

All handled by robot power.

It used to take sixteen technicians
to run a regular atomic pile.

But now, with
Dr. Zeitman's robots...

everything is controlled by
one man supervising NOVAC.

You know, if one of the safety rods
were pulled out by mistake it would...

start a chain of reactions and
the whole thing would explode.

Well, what a pleasant surprise.

Peter.

This is Dr. Sheppard from the
Office of Scientific Investigation.

Dr. Peter Burden, our
chief atomic engineer.

-How do you do.
-So this is your playpen?

Well, we've nothing
as exciting as upstairs...

where they shrink heads
with supersonic sound.

-What about your robots?
-Oh, they're lovely people...

They work, they
never get tired...

never ask for a raise, never
tell bad jokes, ideal companions!

All I have to do is glance at this
monitoring panel every 5 minutes.

What do the different
light changes mean?

Oh, it's really quite simple. You
see, the corridors on all levels...

are rigged with high sensitive
Geiger counters.

Escaped radioactive
particles show up here.

Yellow means a
harmless concentration.

Violet gives warning to look
for a radioactive source...

and red spells danger.

-Then the whole board is connected with...
-Dr. Burden, the board!.

Strong concentrations of alpha
particles on the second level.

The only level where
nobody works with isotopes!

Let's go, something's wrong.

The chemistry lab!

Better let me go
first, it's pretty hot.

Marna!

Don't touch
anything, stand back!

Here, take the counter.

Look at her badge,
radioactive poison!

I better get her out of here
before everything is contaminated.

Call Security Control.
Let me have that.

Give me Security Control.

Send a decontamination
team to the chemistry lab.

Marna Roberts is dead.

Geiger counter indicates
300 milliroentgen.

Please hurry!

There's our killer.

A radioactive isotope.

The problem is,
who put it there?

-And why in the chemistry lab?
-I think I know.

I gave Marne some
metallic dust to analyze.

She's dead, the dust is
gone, the analyzer smashed.

It's obvious someone didn't
want us to know what it was.

-Where did you find this dust?
-On one of the transmitter tubes.

Anyone else know about it?

No, only Marne and I.

Dr. Van Ness's office.

It's for you, doctor.

Yes.

Yes!

Very well, thank you.

That was Major Howard.

They just picked up a
plane on the sound detector.

It was flying over the project.

He just checked with
Air Defense Command.

They've have no planes
in the air, since yesterday.

What do you think?

After what's happened, I
don't know what to think.

Joanna.

Can you remember anybody else...

who might have known
about that metallic dust?

-Maybe Vince.
-Who's Vince?

Our human subject.

Marna and Vince were in love,
and Vince was around the lab a lot.

I better see this Vince.

-Will you take this, please?
-Surely.

Peter.

You've been with us a
long time, haven't you?

I know what you're
thinking, Doctor Van Ness.

This radioactive material.

I'm the only one who has
access to anything like that.

I keep it under lock and key.

Then who could
possibly have taken it?

Someone who knows
everything we know, Dr. Van Ness.

You again?

Things are a little slow.

So you thought
you'd drop in, I know.

I always enjoy the
human factor's tests.

Especially when the
human is a female.

You sound just like my wife.

What are you up to this time?

I've got to test two new
pressure suits.

Why are you using
the spin table?

Well, I'm going to simulate the effect of
gravity with centrifugal force.

Ah, something like conditions
would be on the space station.

That's right.

You ready?

Right!

-Check your oxygen.
-Check!

Now we evacuate the
air from the chamber.

Take them up to
about 40,000 feet.

How many revolutions
can they take?

Well, the suits are designed
to operate at a gravity...

equivalent to 5
revolutions per second.

We're gonna see if we
can take them up to 10.

Everything okay?

-Check.
-Altitude 70,000.

80,000.

I'm getting dizzy!

Revolutions 5...

6...

7...

90,000.

Can they take it?

Without those suits,
their blood would boil.

I'm taking you up
to 10 revolutions.

Flash a red light if
anything should go wrong.

-I'm glad I'm not in there.
-Please, Elzevir, please.

9...

10.

Revolutions now 10.

-How long can they take 10?
-Not more than 60 seconds.

Attention, all personnel!

Attention, all personnel!

Urgent, cancel all
experiments at once!

Department heads report to
Dr. Van Ness immediately.

Sounds like an emergency.

Experiment over,
I'm slowing you down.

What is it?

-The control wheel, it's stuck.
-They're over 10 revolutions!

-Do something!
-I can't!

I can't stop the wheel!

It's stuck!

The control circuits,
try the control circuits!

The table's slowing down.

Atmosphere, increase atmosphere.

-It still works.
-What happen, what's wrong?

-The spin table!
-Can we go in there yet?

No, no, we got to bring
them back slowly... Vince!

Hurry up, they look unconscious!

Here's the oxygen. Take the oxygen!

Let's go!

It's no use.

He's dead.

Heart action stopped.

She was so young.

I don't understand.

The safety valves...

What happened to
the safety valves?

Dr. Carter, could it possibly
have been an accident?

I checked the controls
inside the panel.

They were fused
together by intense heat.

Maybe it was a ray of some
kind, a high frequency wavelength.

An ultrasonic beam
would not be selective.

What about a
defective power supply?

The damage was
done by a blowtorch.

Burned resistors, fused controls.

They all indicated
the same source.

Sounds like the
work of a maniac.

Not a maniac, Dr. Burden.

We have in our midst a
clever calculating killer.

From now on, security
control will be tightened.

If you ask me, it's
tight enough already.

I can't even go to the
commissary without being followed.

Consider yourself lucky to
have a bodyguard, doctor.

Say, Elzevir...

your wife was quite
jealous of you, wasn't she?

What kind of a statement is that?

She had no love for
the young girl, did she?

-It would have been very easy for her to...
-Shut up.

We didn't ask you here
to make accusations.

Everyone's under suspicion.

I am sorry.

Doctor Elzevir,
where is your wife?

In the Helio lab.

My recommendation is for all
of you to keep working in pairs.

Be extremely careful!

And if anything else happens,
sound the alarm immediately.

Dr. Sheppard is right.

We're approaching the deadline
on our space station project.

Work must continue, no
matter what the circumstances.

That's all, gentlemen.

Ninety-two decibels!
It's increasing!

-Ground observers? Radar?
-Nothing!

Wait a minute!

Must be a rocket plane
flying over radar range!

The same frequency!

Get out of here, all of you!

At this intensity, sound can kill!

Get out!

Get out!

Howard! Come on!

How do we open this?

We can't, you can only
open it from the inside!

Help me get him on the floor.

He's dead!

Call Control 2! Have them
send some men up here!

Get Control 2 on the phone, get
some men up here, and restore order.

[Unintelligible]

I think I know what
it is now, Joanna.

Come on, we're going
to see Dr. Zeitman.

Engle!

Get up on your feet!

Look!

What is it

Where's Magog?

Magog?

What did you do with him?

Well, nothing...

I never activate the
robots unless you order it.

It doesn't make sense...

-Where...where'd he go?
-Well, you know as well as I do that...

Magog cannot move without NOVAC!

NOVAC was active.

Turned the power off
myself, to work on it.

-Somebody must have carried him off!
-Oh, don't be be silly...

who can lift up 600
pounds of metal?

Why didn't you sound the alarm?

I don't understand it...
how could it happen?

I was working on NOVAC!

Did you leave the laboratory?

Not for a minute.

Magog is gone?

You didn't even notice?

I don't understand it, I...

-How could it happen?
-You said that before!

-Doctor Zeitman!
-What is it?

Major Howard's just been
killed in Security Control.

I think I know why, maybe
you can tell me how.

I'm sorry to hear the news...

but I have my own problems.
Magog is missing!

Missing?

Let me ask you
something, Dr. Zeitman.

There's a connection between
NOVAC and the solar mirror, right?

NOVAC plots the codes.

And the same thing goes for the Human
Factors lab and the Cold Chamber lab?

Everything coordinated by
microtransmitters, like this one.

Yes.

What are you driving
at, Dr. Sheppard?

The man who controls NOVAC
has committed six murders.

I am sorry, Dr. Sheppard, your
theory is excellent, except for one thing:

NOVAC was inactive
when Magog disappeared.

The power was turned off.

With the power off, NOVAC
couldn't have given the orders.

Maybe NOVAC didn't,
but someone else did.

What do you mean, Dr. Sheppard?

A jet plane, unidentified, has been
flying around over the base.

I'm convinced that someone up there has been
beaming an ultra high frequency ray into the project.

The same ray that's caused the tuning forks to
vibrate, and the code transmitters to receive.

It's possible, it can be done.

They must have learned
how to control NOVAC!

That's why we haven't
been able to find our killer.

-Where's your phone?
-Over there.

That's NOVAC!

Get Security Control, hurry!

Get me Security Control!

-Doctor Zeitman! Gog has been activated!
-Engle, quick!

Open the panel, smash the tubes!

Engle, look out! He's getting
impulses from an outside source!

Doctor Zeitman!

Zeitman, help me!

You'd...

Zeitman, get back!

I'm not afraid of him,
he's following body heat.

-How do I stop it?
-Fire!

Fire at the tubes!

The tubes on his head!

The glass is too thick.

-Can you use a flamethrower?
-Yes!

Make him burn, it's
the only way to stop him!

Type X2, in the storeroom down below!
Hurry up!

David! The atomic pile!

Magog must be down there!

If he pulls out the
safety rods, it'll explode!

Get me Dr. Van Ness, hurry!

Dr. Van Ness, Sheppard speaking!

I'm in the elevator with Joanna.

NOVAC's being controlled by an outside
source, Gog just killed Zeitman and Engle.

David!

Magog is in the atomic pile!

Burden was injured, but managed
to get out and sound the alarm.

We've got to stop those robots!
Smash 'em, do anything!

There's only one thing to do! That
jet that's been flying over the project...

it must be controlling the
robots by a high frequency beam!

Give Air Defense Command
NOVAC's operational frequency...

and if it leads to the
plane, shoot it down!

We're heading for the pile!

Can you hold off the
robots until we get there?

We got a flamethrower,
with this we'll try!

-Lieutenant!
-Yes sir!

Get me Air Defense Command.
This is an emergency.

The safety rod!

Control 2 from Control 1,
have jet aircraft in sight.

Fox Kite from Yearling Leader.

Standing by for fox hunt, over.

Fox Kite to Yearling
Leader, roger.

Steer 275.

Yearling Leader, steering 275.

David! David, the safety rod!

Why doesn't it stop?

It's alright, it's over.

It's over.

We're out of fuel!

David!

David! The open tubes
in the back, smash them!

David!

Adjust your mixture!

I can't, I can't!
The valve's stuck!

Get back! Get back!

We crippled it, but
what made it stop?

They must have
destroyed the plane.

Are you alright?

I think so.

David, I... I think we should...

-Joanna!
-Look at her badge...

She's received an
overdose of radiation.

So have you.

Let's get her to
the hospital, quick!

-Joanna.
-Hello, David.

You know, it's a fine
time to be waking up.

-What happened?
-You'll be alright.

The doctor says it isn't serious,
just a little too much radiation.

-How do you feel?
-Much better.

Hold my hand.

You have a nice hand.

Nice, friendly hand.

But I don't feel exactly...

friendly.

Neither do I, David!

How do you feel now?

Radiant!

The President demanded an immediate
explanation. What am I going to tell him?

I'm sorry to say, Mr. Secretary, but
our enemies were smarter than we were.

But how did they control the
brain machine, the robots?

High frequency electronics.

A radio wave?

NOVAC was constructed in
a neutral country, in Europe.

At the time, enemy
agents built into it...

a powerful transmitter...

and receiver.

Sounds fantastic!

Every time you ran a problem
through the Brain, it was...

transmitted to that rocket
plane, flying overhead.

I wonder how much information
leaked out through NOVAC?

We are checking the
memory units now.

We'll have to give them credit.
They were devilishly clever.

But why didn't this rocket
ship show up on radar?

It was made of fiberglass.
Extremely light and strong.

And it is your assumption
that their planes can...

fly faster and higher
then anything we've got?

-Not exactly.
-What do you mean?

The project is
still on schedule.

Our space station will travel...

at an altitude of a 1,000
miles above the Earth.

Several years from now, perhaps.

-Tomorrow.
-What?

We've completed a smaller model.

We'll shoot it into
space, in a rocket.

You can't be serious!

I am.

I don't recall our discussing
any such move, Dr. Van Ness.

No, but the committee gave me full
authority to handle the project as...

as I saw fit.

A practical model
was a necessity!

If it works, and becomes
a satellite of the Earth...

then we know we can
send man into space.

A baby space station.

Actually, a flying
television set.

The station will circle around
the Earth, and through its eye...

we'll be able to see everything that
takes place on this tired old world.

Perhaps bring it new life.

A new dignity.

Nothing will take
us by surprise again.

When do you launch
this space station?

In the morning, Mr. Secretary.

In the morning.

When the air is fresh
and crisp and clean.

GOG. 1954. 23.976 fps. 1h 22m 34s.