A Film Treatment


                             H. G. Wells

                                PART I

                     Before the Second World War

     This is a brief display of contemporary humanity. The opening
     effect is one of walking and hurrying crowds. Across this
     appears and fades the legend "e;Whither Mankind?"e; A rapid
     succession of flashes evoke the multitudinousness, the hurry
     and confused inadequate efficiency of our world. Crowds and
     cities appear and dissolve into kindred scenes in other
     places; there are momentary flashes of crowded cities, Paris,
     Tokio, Milan, Valparaiso, Timbuctoo, Moscow.
        One of the following special scenes. Either:--
        Crowds crossing Brooklyn Bridge and a great traffic and
     activity in the river below.
        The Tower Bridge open to let a steamer through, the pool
     full of shipping, the cranes on the wharves active.
        Port of Bremen similarly active.
        Or traffic and crowds by the Eiffel Tower.
        Any one of these scenes will suffice. It should correspond
     with the one chosen for the end of Part VII, q.v.
        After such scenes of City activity the screen reminds us
     of such contrasted activities as: small cultivations and then
     sweeping across it large scale harvesting; a peasant cart
     joggling along a road and then crowded trains and platforms.
     A peasant's cradle rocks and dissolves into the methodical
     work of a modern child welfare clinic. A wheelwright melts
     into a great motor car factory.
        The mint is seen printing paper money.
        Close up of machines turning out paper money and bank
     clerks handling bunches of it faster and faster.
        A Wall Street or Bourse panic scene follows.
        All these are flashes of the briefest possible sort. They
     are intended to recall to the audience outstanding aspects of
     the contemporary world by shots of familiar and typical
     scenes and activities. I believe it would be far better for a
     competent editor and cutter to piece together this part of
     the film from pre-existing material. The more bustling and
     familiar it is the better.
        As the flashes follow each other faster and faster, the
     words WHITHER MANKIND? across the scene fade in again for a
     moment and then fade out as we pass into the second part, in
     which the localised and personal story opens.

                               PART II

                   The Shadow of War upon Everytown

     Everytown is every town. That is to say, it is the average
     great town of our times. It is backed by a very
     characteristic skyline of hills which recurs throughout the
     film to remind us that we are following the fate of one
     typical population group, and it has a central "e;place,"e; a big
     Market Spare with big hotels, public buildings, cinemas,
     kiosks, statuary, tramways, etc.
        First, there is a general view of Everytown from a crest
     above it. In the foreground we see workers going down the
     hill into the town, and down the hill we see the whole of
     Everytown, suburbs and Central Square together; it is a clear
     Christmas Eve.
        Then we come to the Central Square in Everytown. It has
     features recalling Trafalgar Square or a big-town Market
     Square or a French Grand Place. There is a confluence of
     trams and buses. The Christmas traffic is active. On one of
     the chief buildings the moving light sign of a newspaper
     flashes the latest news. "e;Europe is arming...."e;
        The camera moves up from the traffic of the Square to this
     light sign: "e;Alarming speech by Air Minister--"e;
        Big shop window full of Christmas toys. Children and
     mothers admiring.
        An autobus stops and people get out of it. On the autobus
     one sees the usual newspaper posters with a glaring headline
     about the dangerous international situation. "e;Straits
     dispute. Acute situation."e;
        The entrance of a tube station. The usual traffic. A
     newsvendor stands at the entrance. His placard reads:
     "e;Another 10,000 aeroplanes."e; But he shouts, "e;All the
        In an autobus a young girl opens her paper and glances
     through the first page, which is full of headlines talking
     about the war danger. She has only a cursory glance for that
     stuff; she turns the page and plunges with passionate
     interest into the fashion article.
        During all these scenes, Christmas shoppers and people
     with packages pass to and fro. It is a peaceful and fairly
     happy Christmas shopping crowd. Nobody appears to be affected
     imaginatively by the war danger. The voice has called "e;Wolf"e;
     too often. Only the camera calls the attention of the
     audience to the brooding threat.
        At this point the essential story of the film begins.
        A glimpse is given of a scientific laboratory in which
     young Harding, a student of two-and-twenty, is working
     intently. It is a small, reasonably well-equipped, municipal
     school laboratory looking out on the Central Square. It is a
     biological, not a chemical laboratory. Two microscopes are
     visible and plenty of laboratory glass, taps, etc., but not
     too many bottles and no retorts. (This laboratory has to
     appear in a ruinous state later, sans glass or breakables.)
     Through the open window comes the bellowing of the
     newsvendor. "e;War crisis!"e; Harding listens for a moment: "e;Damn
     this war nonsense."e; He closes the window to shut out the
     sound. He looks at his watch and sets himself to put things
        At first he is wearing a neat laboratory overalls. This he
     takes off.

     A suburban residential road with little traffic and many
     pleasant detached homes is seen, and Harding walking along
     it. He approaches a house through a garden gate.

                               PART III

                     John Cabal's--Christmas Eve

     A rather dark study is seen in which John Cabal is musing
     over a newspaper. The furniture of the room indicates his
     connection with flying. There is the blade of a propeller
     over the mantel shelf and a model on the mantel shelf. On the
     table are some engineering drawings partly covered by the
        Cabal's arm, with wrist-watch, is resting on the evening
     paper. He has a habit of drumming with his fingers which is
     shown here and again later. The camera comes up to the hand
     and paper.
        The headlines show:
           London. December 24th, 1940. 1d."e;
           Streamer headline: "e;STRAITS DISPUTE. ACUTE SITUATION."e;
           Column headlines: "e;ALARMING SPEECH BY AIR MINISTER.
              ANOTHER 10,000 AEROPLANES NOW."e;
        (This newspaper should be practically a facsimile of the
     London Evening Standard. It should show the customary insets
     beside the title of the weather forecast and the lighting-up
     time. It is the Final Night Edition and it also announces
     Closing City Prices.)
        Cabal pondering. He looks towards the door. Harding comes
     in. He approaches Cabal. Harding sees the paper and the

        CABAL: "e;Hullo, young Harding! You're early."e;

        HARDING: "e;I had finished up. It was too late to begin
     anything fresh. Why are the newsboys shouting so loud? What
     is all this fuss in the papers to-night, Mr. Cabal?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Wars and rumours of wars again."e;

        HARDING: "e;Crying wolf?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Some day the wolf will come. These fools are
     capable of anything."e;

        HARDING: "e;What becomes of medical research in that case?"e;

        CABAL: "e;It will have to stop."e;

        HARDING: "e;That will mess me up. It's pretty nearly all I
     care for. That and Majorie Home, of course."e;

        CABAL: "e;Mess you up! Of course it will mess you up. Mess
     up your work. Mess up your marriage. Mess everything up. My
     God, if war gets loose again...."e;

        Cabal and Harding turn towards the door as Passworthy
     walks in.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Hullo Cabal! Christmas again!"e; (Sings.)
     "e;'While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated
     on the ground....'"e;

        Cabal nods at the paper. Passworthy takes it up and throws
     it down with disdain.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;What's the matter with you fellows? Oh, this
     little upset across the water doesn't mean war. Threatened
     men live long. Threatened wars don't occur. Another speech by
     him. Nothing in it, I tell you. Just to buck people up over
     the air estimates. Don't meet war half-way. Look at the
     cheerful side of things. You're all right. Business
     improving, jolly wife, pretty house."e;

        CABAL: "e;All's right with the world, eh? All's right with
     the world. Passworthy, you ought to be called Pippa

        PASSWORTHY: "e;You've been smoking too much, Cabal. You--you
     aren't eupeptic..."e; (Walks round and sings) "e;No-el! No-el!

     In Cabal's living room. Christmas tree with freshly lit
     candles burning and presents being taken off and distributed.
     A children's party in progress. Each child is rosy in his own
     way. Horrie Passworthy is donning a child's soldier's
     "e;panoply."e; Timothy Cabal is laying out a toy railway system.
     He is completely absorbed in his work, neither hearing nor
     seeing anything, working with the intensity of the born
     builder. A smaller girl and a very small boy enter the
     picture. They have been attracted by the work and the worker.
     They stare admiringly. In another corner of the room Horrie,
     now in full uniform, beats his drum.

        HORRIE: "e;Fall in! Fall in!"e; Three boys fall in behind him.
     "e;Quick march!"e; They march off to the drum taps.

        Timothy finishing his layout. He surveys it with a last
     glance before starting the engine. Horrie enters the picture
     with his followers. The camera shows only the marching feet
     of Horrie's followers. Railway system spread out. Horrie's
     foot kicks aside some part of the system.

        TIMOTHY (nervously): "e;Don't!"e;

        The marching feet pass by. Timothy has but one thought, to
     save his gadgets. He succeeds. He lays out his railway again.
     To a little boy: "e;You work the signals."e; The little boy sits
     down happily. To the little girl: "e;You--you look on."e; The
     little girl sits down and plays her part; she admires.
     Timothy starts his train. The train moves. Timothy is
     earnestly observing it. The two children are delighted. Drum
     going. Horrie and his followers return and halt. Horrie stops
     and thinks.

        HORRIE: "e;Make an accident!"e;

        TIMOTHY looks up for a second: "e;No."e; Busy with railway.

        HORRIE: "e;Make an earthquake!"e;

        TIMOTHY: "e;No."e;

        HORRIE: "e;Let's have a war."e;

        TIMOTHY: "e;No."e;

        Horrie goes off reluctantly.
        The toy railway. Train going. One of the carriages
     collapses. It turns over. It has been hit by a wooden pellet.
     We see four guns being worked by Horrie and his friends. They
     are delighted. Timothy realises that the whole layout is
     being bombarded to pieces. He tries to protect the railway
     with his hands. Protesting desperately: "e;Don't--stop!"e; His
     hand is hit by a projectile. The little girl protests with
        Horrie directs the firing of the guns. More projectiles
     hit Timothy. Timothy jumps to his feet and goes to attack
     Horrie. Horrie rises quickly, Timothy hits him. Horrie
     disengages himself from Timothy, kicks over the engine and
     disarranges the rails. Timothy claws hold of him, and they
     begin a tussle which ends on the ground.
        Uproar in the room. By the middle door Mrs. Cabal enters
     and hurries towards the fighters. By the door from Cabal's
     study enter Passworthy, followed by Cabal and Harding. Horrie
     and Timothy fighting. Mrs. Cabal comes up and tries to pull
     the boys apart.

        MRS. CABAL: "e;Timothy, Timothy, what's the matter?"e;

        PASSWORTHY grabs Horrie: "e;Here, young man, what have you
     been doing?"e;

        HORRIE: "e;I only made a little war on him, daddy--and he
     didn't play fair."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Soldiers are to protect us--not to smash up

        HORRIE: "e;But daddy, a war must smash up things."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;You go on sentry duty, see--soldiers are to
     prevent war, not provoke it."e;

        Horrie obeys reluctantly. Children resuming their
     activities. Timothy with railway. Horrie doing sentry goes,
     rather sulkily.

     Cabal, Passworthy, Harding, Mrs. Cabal and grandfather are on
     a raised dais at the end of the room.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;They're forgetting their troubles already.
     Queer things kids are! Flare up in a moment--and then it's
     all over."e;

        GRANDFATHER: "e;Nice toys they have nowadays, nice toys. The
     toys we had were simpler. Ever so much simpler. Noah's Arks
     and wooden soldiers. Nothing so complex as these. I wonder
     perhaps if sometimes they don't find these new toys a bit too
     much for them."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Now that's an idea!"e;

        GRANDFATHER: "e;Aye. Just an idea."e;

        MRS. CABAL: "e;It teaches them to use their hands."e;

        GRANDFATHER: "e;Well, I suppose their grandchildren will
     have still more wonderful things. Progress--and progress--I'd
     like to see--the wonders they'll see."e;

        CABAL: "e;Don't be too sure of progress."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;You--incurable pessimist."e;

        GRANDFATHER: "e;Well, what's going to stop progress

        CABAL: "e;War!"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Well, firstly, there isn't going to be a war,
     and secondly, war doesn't stop progress. It stimulates

        CABAL, ironically: "e;Yes, war's a highly stimulating
     thing. But you can overdo a stimulant. The next dose may be a
     fatal one. An overdose."e;

        PASSWORTHY, hesitating: "e;Well, after all, don't we
     exaggerate about the horrors of war? Aren't we overdoing that
     song? The last war wasn't as bad as they make out. One didn't
     worry. Something great seemed to have got hold of you."e;

        CABAL: "e;Something still greater may get hold of you next
     time. You're talking through your hat, Passworthy. If we do
     not end war--war will end us. Everybody says that, millions
     of people believe it, and nobody does anything. I do

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Well, what can you do?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Yes, what can we do?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Carry on. Carry on, and trust to the common
     sense of mankind."e;

        Christmas tree with the candles burnt half-way down.
        Christmas tree with candles being extinguished by a maid.
     Time has passed.

                               PART IV

                      War Breaks over Everytown

     The suburban road outside John Cabal's house. Various clocks
     --one after another--are heard striking midnight. Cabal's
     house. Door opens. Cabal, Mrs. Cabal, Harding and Passworthy
     come out. Christmas bells are heard.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Peace on earth, Goodwill to all men. It is
     going to be a real old-fashioned Christmas this year. Fresh
     and a little snow, a nip in the air."e;

        A faint thud is heard. Everybody silent for a moment.

        MRS. CABAL: "e;What was that? It sounded like a gun."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;No guns about here. Merry Christmas, Cabal--
     good luck to us for another twelvemonth. The last wasn't so
     bad. Here's to another year of recovery."e;

        Long shot of road. Suddenly searchlights appear in the sky
     silhouetting the hill crest. The group at the door observe
     the searchlights and turn questioningly towards one another.

        MRS. CABAL: "e;But what are searchlights doing now?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e; Anti-aircraft manoeuvres, I expect."e;

        CABAL: "e;Manoeuvres! At Christmas? No!"e;

        Three thuds rather louder mingled with the pealing bells.

        HARDING: "e;Listen: Guns again."e;

        The bells cease abruptly. The sound of distant guns
     becomes quite distinct.
        The group--mute suspense. Heavy concussion heard.
        After this the noise subsides as though the trouble was
     drifting away from Everytown. Nobody speaks. From the study
     the telephone rings. Cabal turns and hurries back into the
     house, the others go a few steps after him and listen

        CABAL, heard off: "e;What, to-night--three o'clock at the
     Hilltown hangar? I'll be there."e;

        Cabal comes out again to the listening group.

        MRS. CABAL: "e;Oh--oh God!"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Perhaps it's only a precautionary

        Cabal turns and goes into the house. The others follow.
        Cabal's study. They will hear if the radio has anything to
     say. Cabal turns on radio.

        RADIO: "e;The unknown aircraft passed over Seabeach and
     dropped bombs within a few hundred yards of the waterworks.
     They then turned seaward again. By this time they had been
     picked up by the searchlights of the battleship Dinosaur and
     before they could mount out of range she had opened upon them
     with her anti-aircraft guns. Unfortunately without result."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;That's--that's alarming certainly."e;

        HARDING: "e;Of course everyone has said 'This time there
     will be no declaration of war.'"e;

        MRS. CABAL: "e;Listen!"e;

        The RADIO resumes, crackling: "e;We do not yet know the
     nationality of these aircraft, though of course there can be
     little doubt of their place of origin. But before all things
     it is necessary for the country to keep calm. No doubt the
     losses suffered by the fleet are serious."e;

        PASSWORTHY, interrupting radio: "e;What's that? Losses of
     the fleet?"e;

        MRS. CABAL, impatiently: "e;Listen! Listen!"e;

        RADIO: "e;And it is imperative that the whole nation should
     at once stand to arms. Orders for a general mobilisation have
     been issued and the precautionary civilian organisation
     against gas will at once be put into operation. Ah--
     instructions have come to hand. We shall cut off for five
     minutes and then read you the general instructions. Please
     call in any friends. Call in everyone you can."e; Radio ceases.

        CABAL, bitterly: "e;You've got your stimulant, Passworthy.
     Something great has got you. War has come."e;

        They all look at each other.

        PASSWORTHY, to Harding: "e;I suppose we shall find our
     marching orders at home. Nothing to do now but get on with

        MRS. CABAL: "e;War! God help us all."e;

        Passworthy and Harding on their way home. Passworthy
     garrulous. Harding darkly silent.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;My God! If they have attacked without a
     declaration of war--then it's vengeance. No quarter, it's
     vengeance. Punishment--punishment--condign--or an end to
     civilisation for ever. It's just possible it's some mistake.
     I cling to that. But if not--then War to the Knife. It's not
     a war. It's a fight against dangerous vermin. A vermin hunt
     without pause or pity. (Flatly) Good-night."e;

        Harding has had nothing to say. He nods good-night, stands
     watching Passworthy for a moment and then rouses himself with
     a start to go his way.

     The Central Square of Everytown. Large anti-aircraft on truck
     comes into Square. Searchlights being mounted on a roof.
        Electric signs going out.
        Special service men in badges herding people to shelter.
        Belated straggler running across the Square.
        Searchlights break out.
        Anti-aircraft gun being loaded by the light of a carefully
     shaded lamp. Faces of the gunners seen closely.
        All this is to be very quick and furtive. As lights go
     down the lighting changes to silhouette effects and the
     sounds diminish until at the end there is absolute silence.

     Cabal and his wife in the children's nursery. Cabal is
     buttoning on his airman's uniform. He looks at the sleeping
     children. He turns his head, tormented by the thought of
     their future.

        MRS. CABAL: "e;My dear, my dear, are you sorry we--had these

        CABAL thinks long. "e;No. Life must carry on. Why should we
     surrender life to the brutes and fools?"e;

        MRS. CABAL: "e;I loved you. I wanted to serve you and make
     life happy for you. But think of the things that may happen
     to them. Were we selfish?"e;

        CABAL draws her to him: "e;You weren't afraid to bear
     them--. We were children yesterday. We are anxious, but we
     are not afraid. Really."e;

        Mrs. Cabal nods acknowledgment, but cannot talk because
     she would cry.
        Timothy's bed, with Cabal and his wife standing beside it.

        CABAL: "e;Courage, my dear."e;

        Whispering to himself: "e;And may that little heart have

     A series of flashes recall the flashes of the second part.
     Everytown is seen in a belated wintry dawn.
        Suburban road. Men come from the houses carrying parcels
     or suitcases and go off towards the station.
        A young wife saying good-bye to her husband, who is
     waiting for a tram.
        Bus stop. Men get on the bus with their packages. A sort
     of forced cheerfulness. Eyebrows raised and a forced smile
     with the corners of the mouth turned down.
        No march music here. None of the elation of 1914. The
     shuffle, tramp, tramp of the doomed householders.
        Passworthy with Horrie in the front garden of his house.
     Horrie in his uniform of yesterday. Passworthy going out. He
     puts on an armlet.

        HORRIE, pointing to the armlet: "e;Are you an officer,

        PASSWORTHY: "e;We've got to do our bit, sonny. We've got to
     do our bit."e;

        HORRIE: "e;I'm an officer too, daddy."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;That's the spirit, old son. Nothing else for
     it now. Carry on, sir. Carry on."e;

        The two salute each other in brave burlesque. He lifts his
     son and kisses him. He goes.
        Horrie by himself. He taps his drum. First thoughtfully,
     and then with more confidence. He beats the drum, begins to
     hum and marches. Works himself up. Hums louder--sings
     wordlessly. The beating of his drum passes into marching
     music which carries on through the next flashes.
        Faintly, behind little Horrie appear the shadows of
     marching troops, keeping step with him and his drumming. They
     intensify as he fades.
        Effect of marching armies.

                                PART V

                         The Second World War

     The marching troops become phantom-like and vanish. A
     peaceful countryside, winter. The same country scene has
     appeared in Part I, but now everywhere there are signs of war
     preparation. In the foreground a smooth-flowing river, or
     lake, that reflects the scene,--suddenly the mirror is broken
     as enormous amphibian tanks crawl up out of the water. A
     gigantic howitzer suddenly rears itself up from a peaceful
        Scene from the air. Roadways choked with war material
     moving up to the front. Closer detail shots of this same
     scene. Long lines of tanks and caterpillar lorries. Long
     lines of steel-helmeted men. Lorries full of men. Lorries
     full of shells. Great dumps of shells. A fantasia of war
     material in motion.
        Chemical factory. Piles of cases being loaded.
        The manufacture of gas bombs. The workers all wear gas
     masks of ghoulish type.

     The guns go off. A repetition of some of the foregoing shots
     --but now the men and guns are no longer moving into action,
     but are in action. Guns being fired, tanks advance firing,
     battleships firing a broadside, gas hissing out of cylinders.
        A gun crew round a gun, passing shells up to the gun.
        Beneath an aeroplane a crew fixing bombs.
        Squadron after squadron of aeroplanes take to the sky.
     Everytown is seen with hostile aeroplanes in the sky. An
     explosion in the foreground fills the scene. As the smoke
     clears it reveals the suburban road in Everytown in which
     Passworthy lives, and something small and dark is seen far
     down the footpath.
        We pass up the road and before the shattered garden fence
     we see little Horrie in his panoply, sprawling dead.
        (This is the first dead body we see on the screen.)
        A long silent pause.
        Bombs are heard receding in distance.
        Scenes of Everytown being bombed. Sirens, whistles and
     hooters. Panic working up in Square. Quick flashes of
     military working anti-aircraft guns. Again to crowded Square,
     terrified faces looking up. Increased panic. Aeroplanes
     overhead. Anti-aircraft firing rather helplessly.
        A tramcar runs down the street, it lurches and falls
     sideways across the street. The facade of a gigantic general
     store falls into the street. The merchandise is scattered
     and on fire. Window dummies and wounded civilians lie on the
        Bomb bursting in crowded Square. Cinema crashing in ruins.
        A bomb bursts a gas main, a jet of flame, the fire
        Officials distributing gas masks, the crowd in a panic.
     Fight for masks. Official swept off his feet. Long shot of
     aeroplanes, they distribute gas like a smoke screen. The
     cloud slowly descends on the town. The gas cloud descends,
     the guns continue to fire in the darkness. Long shot of the
     gas cloud descending on and darkening the Square. People in
     offices and flats trapped by the gas pouring into the
        Long shot of the Square, now very misty and dark. No
     civilians are moving about, but there are a few scattered

                               PART VI

                            The Two Airmen

     Enemy airman, a boy of 19, is in the air, distributing gas.
     Close up of him in his cockpit. He finishes his supply and
     banks to turn about. He looks up into the sky and discovers
     he is being attacked. He is plainly apprehensive.
        John Cabal in his aeroplane. He is heading for the enemy
        Air fight. It is a one-sided fight between a bomber and a
     swift fighter. Enemy airman crashes. Cabal nose-dives, but
     straightens out.
        Enemy airman crashing. Houses, etc., in the background
     under the cloud of gas he has spread. (N.B.--This is no part
     of Everytown, and the familiar skyline, etc., are to play no
     part in this scene.)
        Cabal landing with difficulty. He looks towards enemy
     aeroplane and then hurries towards it. Fire breaks out in the
     wrecked machine as Cabal approaches it.
        Cabal arrives at enemy aeroplane. Enemy airman staggers
     out as the flames spread. He is beating out the fire in his
     smouldering clothing. He staggers and falls. The rest of the
     scene goes to a flickering light because of the burning
     aeroplane. Gusts of black smoke across picture.
        Cabal helps the enemy airman, who is evidently very badly
     injured. He is as yet too stunned to be in anguish but he
     knows he is done for. Cabal settles him fairly comfortably on
     the ground.

        CABAL: "e;Is that better? My God--but you are smashed up, my

        Cabal tries to make him comfortable. He desists and stares
     at the enemy airman with a sort of blank amazement.

        "e;Why should we two be murdering each other? How did we
     come to this?"e;

        The gas is drifting nearer to them. The enemy airman
     points to it. "e;Go, my friend! This is my gas, and it is a bad
     gas. Thank you."e;

        CABAL: "e;But how did we come to this? Why did we let them
     set us killing each other?"e;

        The enemy airman says nothing, but his expression assents.
        Cabal and the airman take their gas masks. Cabal helps the
     enemy airman with his mask and adjusts it. There is some
     difficulty due to the airman's broken arm, Cabal desists and
     has to try again.

        ENEMY AIRMAN: "e;Funny if I'm choked by my own poison."e;

        CABAL: "e;That's all right."e;

        Cabal puts the mask on and then puts his own on. Enemy
     airman hears a cry and looks up.
        Cabal follows his look, and he sees a little girl running
     before the gas. She is already choking and presses a
     handkerchief to her mouth. The girl, very distressed, runs
     towards them and hesitates, not knowing which way to go. She
     is heedless of the two men.

        Enemy airman stares, then tears off his mask and holds it
     out to Cabal. "e;Here--put it on her."e;

        Cabal hesitates, looks from one to the other.

        ENEMY AIRMAN: "e;I've given it to others--why shouldn't I
     have a whiff myself?"e;

        Cabal puts the mask on the girl, who resists, frightened,
     and then understands and submits.

        CABAL: "e;Come on, kiddy, this is no place for you. You make
     tracks that way. I'll show you."e;

        Cabal goes off with the girl and then returns into picture
     to see if the enemy airman has a pistol. He realises that he
     has not, hesitates, and gives his own pistol to him. "e;You may
     want this."e;

        ENEMY AIRMAN: "e;Good fellow--but I'll take my dose."e;

        The enemy airman is left dying in the flickering light of
     his burning aeroplane. The gas is very near now. The wisps
     drift towards him. He looks after Cabal and the girl. "e;I
     dropped the stuff on her. Maybe I've killed her father and
     mother. Maybe I've killed all her family. And then I give up
     my mask to save her. That's funny. Oh! That's really funny.
     Ha, ha, ha. That--that's a Joke!"e;

        The gas drifts by him and he starts to cough. He remembers
     Cabal's words. "e;What fools we airmen have been! We've let
     them make us fight for them like dogs. Smashed trying to kill
     her--and then I gave her my mask! Oh God! It's funny. Ha, ha,
        His laugh changes to a cough of distress, as the gas
     envelops and hides him. The cough grows fainter and fainter,
     and vapour blots out the scene. "e;I'll take it all--take it
     all. I deserve it."e;
        He is heard again coughing and panting. Then comes a sharp
     cry, then a groan of sudden unendurable suffering.
        A pistol shot is heard. Silence. The screen is filled with
     the drifting vapour.

                               PART VII

                           The Unending War

     A succession of newspaper headings marks the prolongation of
     the war.
        The first newspaper has the same type of heading as the
     newspaper in Cabal's study before the Children's Party. Open
     with a close shot on date of paper.

                          EVENING NEWSLETTER

        The weather forecast and the lighting-up time are no
     longer there. Date is May 20th, 1941. Price threepence. In
     place of "e;Closing City Prices"e; is "e;Prohibition of
     Speculation,"e; but the paper still claims to be FINAL NIGHT
        Headline across two columns: THE END IN SIGHT.
        Headline across two columns: THE RATIONING SCANDAL.
        Subhead underneath the first heading: BENEFITS OF BLAKE'S
        Text: "e;The immense efforts and sacrifices of the air force
     during the great counteroffensive of last month are bearing
        Camera close up to the date again and the close up to the
     date is repeated in the case of each of the newspapers which
        A very roughly printed newspaper with blurs and
     discolorations wipes across and replaces its predecessor. The
     newspaper marks a great deterioration in social efficiency.
        It is printed from worn-out type and the lower lines fall

                          THE WEEKLY PATRIOT

        No. 1. New Series. February 2nd, 1952. Price One Pound

                          DRAWING TO THE END

        "e;It is necessary to press on with the war with the utmost
     determination. Only by doing so can we hope..."e;
        A third paper wipes across this again:

                          THE WEEKLY PATRIOT

        No. 754. March, 1955. Price One Pound Sterling.


        A desolate heath. Something burning far away. A sheet of
     decaying newspaper is fluttering in the wind. It catches on a
     thorn and as the wind tears at it the audience has time to
     read the ill-printed sheet of coarse paper:

                           BRITONS BULLETIN

        September 21st, 1966. Price Four Pounds Sterling.
        "e;Hold on. Victory is coming. The enemy is near the
     breaking point..."e;
        The wind tears the scrap of paper to pieces.
        Here follows some still and desolate scene to suggest and
     symbolise our contemporary civilisation shattered to its
     foundations. The exact scene to be chosen could best be left
     to the imagination and invention and facilities of the model
     maker. It might even be different in the American,
     Continental or British version of the film. One of the
     following scenes will give all the effects needed:
        The Tower Bridge of London in ruins. No signs of human
     life. Sea gulls and crows. The Thames, partly blocked with
     debris, has overflowed its damaged banks.
        The Eiffel Tower, prostrate. The same desolation and ruin.
        Brooklyn Bridge destroyed. The tangle of cables in the
     water. Shipping sunk in the harbour. New York, ruined, in the
        A sunken liner at the bottom of the sea.
        A pleasure sea front, Palm Beach or the Lido, Blackpool or
     Coney Island, in complete and final ruin. A few wild dogs
     wander through the desolation.
        Oxford University in ruins and the Bodleian Library
     scattered amidst the wreckage.

                              PART VIII

                        The Wandering Sickness

     The Central Square in Everytown. It is in ruins. A few ragged
     street vendors and a primitive market in a corner of the
     Square. A gigantic shell-hole is in the middle of the Square.
     A group of people stand about a board on the wall. This is a
     notice-board like the old Album on which news was written in
     the Roman Forum. As the world relapses old methods reappear.
        Close shot of this group reading a smudgy cyclostyled
     notice on the board.
        It reads:

                          NATIONAL BULLETIN

                 August                         1968.
                 WARNING!              A NEW OUTRAGE!

           "e;Our enemies, defeated on land and sea and in the
        air, have nevertheless retained a few aeroplanes which
        are difficult to locate and destroy. These they are
        using to spread disease, a new fever of mind and

        Close up to emphasise date.
        A man in a worn and patched uniform comes out of the Town
     Hall with a paper in his hand and turns towards the wall. A
     few people are attracted by his activity. He pastes up a new
     cyclostyled inscription.
        The inscription, which runs a little askew, reads:
        "e;The enemy are spreading the Wandering Sickness by
     aeroplane. Avoid sites where bombs have fallen. Do not drink
     stagnant water."e;

        A woman comes out of a house. She is ragged and tired, a
     pail in her hand. She goes to the gigantic shell-hole in the
     middle of the Square. The woman descends with her pail. She
     wants some of the water. A man comes into the picture.

        MAN: "e;Didn't you read the warning?"e;

        The WOMAN answers with a tired mute "e;No."e;

        MAN, indicating the water: "e;Wandering Sickness."e;

        The woman is struck by instant fear. Then she hesitates.
     "e;I have to go half an hour away for spring water."e;
        The man shrugs his shoulders and goes. The woman is still

     The hospital under the laboratory. A dim dark place. The sick
     are unattended. One of them--a man in a dirty shirt and
     trousers--barefooted and haggard--rises, looks about him
     wildly and darts out.
        The Square, outside the Hospital. The sick man wandering.
     He stares blankly in front of him. He seeks he knows not
     what. People in the Square see him and scatter. The woman in
     the shell-hole discovers the wandering sick man is
     approaching her. She screams and scrambles away. A group of
     men and women run away from the sick man.
        A sentry with a rifle. A group of men and women enter the

        MAN to sentry: "e;Don't you see?"e;

        WOMAN: "e;He is carrying infection."e;

        The sentry does not like his job, but he lifts his rifle.
     He fires. The wandering man collapses, writhes and lies

        The SENTRY shouts: "e;Don't go near him. Leave him there!"e;

     Dr. Harding's laboratory. Harding is at his work-bench,
     assisted by his daughter, Mary. He is struggling desperately
     to work out the problem of immunity to the Wandering Sickness
     which is destroying mankind. He is now a man of fifty; he is
     overworked, jaded, aged. He is working in a partly wrecked
     laboratory with insufficient supplies. This laboratory has
     already been shown in the opening part. (The rooms downstairs
     have been improvised as a hospital, to which early cases of
     the pestilence are brought.) Harding's clothing is ragged and
     patched (no white overalls). His apparatus is more like an
     old alchemist's, it is makeshift and very inefficient. No
     power is laid on. There is no running water, though there is
     still a useless tap and a sink. But the brass microscopes are
     as before. They are difficult things to break. Bottles,
     crucibles, and such-like hardy stuff has survived, but very
     little fine glass. No Florence flasks, for example. Some old
     cans have been utilised. Several of the windows are cracked
     and have been mended with gummed paper.
        Harding mutters as he works.
        Mary is a girl of 18, dressed in a patched nurse's
     uniform, with a Red Cross armlet. "e;Father,"e; she says, "e;why
     don't you sleep a little?"e;

        HARDING: "e;How can I sleep when my work may be the saving
     of countless lives?--countless lives!"e;

        A shot is heard without. Harding goes to the window,
     followed by Mary.
        Camera shooting from Harding's standpoint, showing the
     dead man with the Wandering Sickness, lying in his blood;
     Square deserted. A man walks across the scene, elaborately
     avoids the dead man, and puts a rag over his mouth to protect
     himself from infection.

        Harding and Mary. HARDING says: "e;And so our sanitation
     goes back to the cordon and killing! This is how they dealt
     with pestilence in the Dark Ages."e;

        He makes a gesture of desperate impotence, shrugging his
     shoulders and throwing up his hands, and then turns back to
     his work-bench.

     The room of Richard Gordon, a former air mechanic. It is like
     all the rooms of this period, shabby, with improvised or
     worn-out furniture. There is no proper table-ware, only a
     sort of tramp's outfit of gallipots and tins. Richard's
     sister Janet is at a wood stove cooking a meal. Her movements
     are slow and spiritless. Richard Gordon, seated in front of
     an old table, is obviously waiting for the meal. He is deep
     in thought.
        Instead of serving the meal Janet turns from the stove,
     walks a few steps and then stares into space. Richard, roused
     from his thoughts, looks at her with growing terror and rises
     hurriedly. "e;What is it, Janet? Your heart?"e;

        He takes her pulse. Deeply impressed: "e;I'll put you to
     bed, sister."e;

        Janet sullenly silent. She shakes her head. Richard very
     tenderly tries to induce her to go to bed.

     Return to Harding's laboratory. Harding at his microscope.
     Mary near him. HARDING examines some preparation, and,
     without looking back, says: "e;Iodine, please."e;

        Mary takes a step towards him. A glass or container in her
     hand. She looks at it and tilts it to ascertain its contents.
     She is unable to speak because she knows the portent of her

        HARDING: "e;Mary!--iodine, please."e;

        MARY: "e;There is no more, father. There is just one drop."e;

        HARDING turns back as if stabbed. "e;No more iodine?"e;

        Mary replies with a shake of her head. Harding almost
     collapses and sits down. "e;My God!"e; He buries his head in his
     hands. His voice almost a sob: "e;What is the good of trying to
     save a mad world from its punishment?"e;

        MARY: "e;Oh father, if you could only sleep for a time."e;

        HARDING: "e;How can I sleep? See how they wander out to

        He rises and looks at his daughter, deeply moved: "e;And to
     think that I brought you into this world."e;

        MARY: "e;Even now I am glad to be alive, father."e;

        Harding pats her shoulder, a quick affectionate gesture.
     Then he walks up and down in deep mental distress.
        "e;This is the last torment of this endless warfare. To know
     what life could do and be--and to be helpless."e;

        He takes the slip from under the microscope eyepiece and
     dashes it to the floor in impotent rage.
        He sits down in utter despair.
        Mary makes a futile movement to console him. A step on the
     staircase outside. They both look towards the door.

        MARY: "e;Richard!"e;

        Gordon enters. Harding stares at him, fearing his news.

        GORDON: "e;My sister..."e;

        HARDING: "e;How--do you--know?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Her heart beats fast. She feels faint. And--and--
     she won't answer."e;

        Harding says nothing.

        GORDON: "e;What can I do for her?"e;

        Harding pained, silent and beaten.

        GORDON: "e;I thought--something--might be known."e;

        Harding does not move. MARY cries: "e;Oh Janet!--and you,
     poor dear--"e;

        She approaches Gordon and Gordon makes a movement as if to
     warn her that he too may be infected. She does not care.
     "e;Richard,"e; she whispers, close to his face.
        Harding rises and goes without a word. It is the doctor's
     instinct to try and help where everything seems hopeless.

     Gordon's living room. Janet turns to and fro on her bed.
     Enter Harding, followed by Richard and Mary. Harding
     approaches the bed. He pulls back the sheets, listens to
     Janet's breathing. Then he replaces the sheets and shakes his
     head. He rises from the bed. Gordon asks a mute question.

        HARDING: "e;No doubt of it. And it need not be. Oh, to think
     of it! There is just one point still obscure. But I cannot
     even get iodine now--not even iodine! There is no more trade,
     nothing to be got. The war goes on. This pestilence goes on--
     unchallenged--worse than the wars that released it."e;

        GORDON: "e;Is there nothing to make her comfortable?"e;

        HARDING: "e;Nothing. There is nothing to make anyone
     comfortable any more. War is the art of spreading
     wretchedness and misery. I remember when I was still a
     medical student, talking to a man named Cabal, about
     preventing war. And about the researches I would make and the
     ills I would cure. My God!"e;

        Harding turns to the door and goes out.
        The ruined and desolate Square as before. Harding crosses
     it, returning despairfully to his laboratory.

     Gordon's living room. Mary and Gordon sitting. Atmosphere of
     hopelessness. Both stare towards the bed. Janet rises. Her
     face is now ghastly white and her eyes are glassy. She comes
     towards the two and towards the audience. Mary and Gordon
     stare at her, horror-stricken, as she passes them. Her face
     advances to a close-up. She leaves the room. After a second's
     hesitation, Gordon rises and hurries after his sister. Mary
     takes a few steps and then sits down.
        The Square. Janet wandering. Gordon reaches her and tries
     to take her arm, but she shakes him off. They go towards the
     crowd about the notice-board in front of the Town Hall. The
     crowd disperses, panic-stricken.
        Janet and Gordon walking towards the sentry. The sentry
     lifts his rifle. Gordon protects Janet with his body. To
     sentry: "e;No! Don't shoot; I will take her out of the town."e;

        Sentry hesitates. Janet wanders off the picture. Gordon
     hesitates between the sentry and her and then follows her.
     Sentry turns after them, still irresolute.
        Janet and Gordon wander through the ruins of Everytown.
     She goes on ahead feverishly, aimlessly. He follows her. We
     are thus given a tour through Everytown in the uttermost
     phase of collapse. A dead city. Rats flee before them--
     starving dogs.
        They pass across a deserted railway station.
        Public gardens in extreme neglect. Smashed notice-boards.
     Fountains destroyed--railings broken down.
        Suburban road with villas empty and ruinous. In the
     gardens are bramble-thickets and nettle-beds. Janet and
     Gordon pass the former house of Passworthy, recognisable by
     the shattered fence.
        Gradually the two figures, following each other, recede,
     and what follows is seen across wide desolate spaces at an
     increasing distance.
        Janet drops and lies still. Gordon kneels down beside her.
        At first he cannot believe she is dead. He picks her up in
     his arms and carries her off. He is seen far away carrying
     her into a mortuary.
        Hooded figures come out to take her from him--all very far

     Mary waiting in Gordon's room. It is now twilight and we see
     her face very sad and still and pale. She looks towards the
     door when at last Gordon comes staggering in. He is the
     picture of misery "e;Oh Mary, dear Mary,"e; he cries.
        Mary holds out her arms to him. He clings to her like a

     Three dates on the screen.


                               PART IX

                   Everytown under a Patriot Chief

     The Square of Every town in 1970. It has a little recovered
     from the extreme tragic desolation of the Pestilence stage.
     Clumsy efforts to repair ruined buildings have been made. No
     shops have been reopened and half the houses are unoccupied,
     but the shell-hole in the centre has been filled up. There is
     a sort of market going on with patched and ragged people
     haggling for vegetables and bits of meat. Few people have
     boots. Most people are wearing footwear of bast and rags or
     sabots of wood. Few hats are worn and those old. The women
     are bare-headed or have shawls over their heads. The vehicles
     are not rude and primitive, but old broken-down stuff. One or
     two boxed things with old carriage wheels or motor car wheels
     --which people push. Few or no horses. A cow or a goat being
     milked. There is a peasant with a motor car (small runabout
     without tires) with a lot of carrots and turnips in it, drawn
     by a horse. Several stalls are fairly full of second-hand
     stuff--clothing, furniture and household goods. It is like a
     small Caledonian Market. There is an old-clothes and
     miscellaneous stall with jewellery and worn-out finery. This
     is kept by an obsequious individual who might be an Oriental
     bazaar dealer. He rubs his hands and inspects another stall
     and watches the passers-by. No new stuff anywhere, because
     industrial life is at a standstill. The camera moves round to
     give a general view of the Square, coming to rest outside of
     the Town Hall. A big rosette flag hangs over the portico of
     the Town Hall. This rosette is the symbol of the ruling Boss
     and his government.
        A small group watching a rosetted guard writing with
     charcoal on the wall:
        At the top he has drawn and smeared a rough rosette.

                          NATIONAL BULLETIN

                           Mayday A.D. 1970

        THE PESTILENCE HAS CEASED. Thanks to the determined
        action of our chief in shooting all wanderers. There
        have been no cases for two months. The Pestilence has
        been conquered.

        have Victory and Peace.

        All is well--God save the Chief. God save our Land.

     Inside an aeroplane hangar. Gordon, three years older, and in
     a different, rather less dishevelled costume, is working on
     an aeroplane engine on the bench. Behind him is the
     dismantled aeroplane. Two assistants with him. He examines
     the high tension wires.

        GORDON: "e;This rubber is perished. Have we any more
     insulated wire?"e;

        FIRST ASSISTANT: "e;We've got no rubbered wire at all, sir."e;

        GORDON: "e;Any rubber--tape?"e;

        SECOND ASSISTANT: "e;Not a scrap of rubber in the place. We
     used the last on the other motor."e;

        GORDON slowly rises, defeated: "e;Oh, what's the use--
     there's no petrol anyway. I don't believe there's three
     gallons of petrol left in this accursed ruin of a town.
     What's the good of setting me at a job like this? Nothing
     will ever fly again. Flying is over. Everything is over.
     Civilisation is dead."e;

     The Market. Camera swung round to the stall of gew-gaws and
     old dresses. Roxana sailing down upon the trader. Roxana is a
     consciously beautiful young woman of eight-and-twenty. Her
     face is made up rather skilfully. In contrast to the dirty
     and dispirited people in the Square, she and her two
     attendant women seem brilliantly bright and prosperous. Her
     costume is best described as a collection of finery. It has
     been got together from the wardrobes and presses that are
     still to be found in the abandoned houses. It consists
     chiefly of an afternoon dress of circa 1935. Wadsky's stall
     is stocked with such findings.

        ROXANA, advancing: "e;Where is Wadsky? I want to speak to

        Wadsky, who has been lurking behind his stall as she
     advances, pulls himself together and comes out to meet her.

        ROXANA: "e;You had a piece of flowered stuff, a whole
     length, seven yards, and you did not tell me of it. You kept
     it back from me, and you gave it to that woman of yours. And
     she's got a new dress--a new dress."e;

        Wadsky disputes with his arms and shoulders while she
     speaks and when she pauses he says: "e;Ooh Lady, I showed you
     that piece."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Don't outface me, Wadsky. You have done that too
     often. You kept it from me!"e;

        WADSKY: "e;Lady! You said: 'I don't want stuff like that.'"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Why! I had been asking for weeks for that very
     thing for the summer--light flowered cotton stuff."e;

        WADSKY: "e;Oh, but Lady!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;How dared you? One would think I was of no
     importance in Everytown."e;

        ROXANA turns to her first attendant. "e;Don't you remember?
     --I said I wanted light stuff with flowers."e;

        Attendant remembers dutifully.

        ROXANA appeals to her further. "e;What is the good of a
     Lover--what is the good of a powerful lover, if one is to be
     treated like this?"e;

        ROXANA to Wadsky, who is bowing, very disgruntled. "e;I'll
     tell the Chief. I've warned you before. Everything first to

     Swing away from her to another part of the Market Square. A
     little excited knot has formed round a ragged man.

        MAN: "e;I saw it with my own eyes."e;

        Crowd laughs.

        WOMAN: "e;First you drink and then you see things."e;

        MAN: "e;First I heard the noise, then I looked up and there
     it was--far away up in the sky--over the hills."e;

        Gordon is seen coming through the Square towards them. He
     hears the last remarks of the man. "e;What did you see?"e;

        MAN: "e;An aeroplane--flying away there over the hills. Just
     about dawn it was."e;

        The crowd jeers at him. Gordon looks at the man, sums him
     up, shrugs his shoulders, and goes on his way.

     Mary is buying vegetables from the peasant with the horse-
     drawn car. She is dressed in a rough simple costume of
     brownish stuff. But it suits her style. Gordon appears and
     they greet one another with the casualness of married people.
     While Mary selects food, GORDON looks at the car with
     professional affection. "e;It's a Morris, isn't it?"e;

        PEASANT: "e;Yes--a good pre-pestilence machine. I oil it and
     turn it over at times."e;

        GORDON: "e;You think it might go fast some day? Still?"e;

        PEASANT: "e;Say! I'm not one of those petrol hoarders. But
     all the same that engine turns over still. Why, I remember
     when I was a boy--when it was new--we thought nothing of
     going a hundred miles in it--a whole hundred miles. Less than
     three hours I've done it in. But all that sort of thing has
     gone--gone for ever! Eh?"e;

        He looks with a sort of sceptical cunning inquiry at
        Gordon and Mary finish their purchases and go towards the

        MARY: "e;You are late to-day. Did you get any thing done?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Nothing. The machines are rotten. There's no
     petrol. It's mockery for the Boss to set me at it. We'll
     never get one of them up. Flying has become a dream for
     Bosses and such--like drunken men. There was a drunkem man
     over there, by the by, swearing he saw an aeroplane this

        MARY: "e;Richard!"e;

        GORDON: "e;What is it?"e;

        MARY: "e;You won't think me mad?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Eh?"e;

        MARY: "e;I heard an aeroplane this morning."e;

        GORDON: "e;When?"e;

        MARY: "e;At dawn. I thought it was a dream. But if someone

        GORDON: "e;Nonsense. I tell you flying is finished. We shall
     never get in the air again. Never."e;

        Fifes and drums are heard. They turn abruptly, with a
     certain uneasiness of bearing.
        The Boss with his retinue. They are a semi-military
     brigand crew with little that is uniform about them except
     the prevalent rosette badges. They march through the Square.
     The Boss is a big swaggering fellow with a hat cocked on one
     side bearing a rosette in front of it. His frogged tunic
     might have belonged to a guards' bandsman. He has a sword, a
     dirk and two pistols. Neat riding breeches and boots. A scarf
     tied across his breast bears the rosette symbol. His manners
     might be described as the decaying civilities of a London
     taxi-cab driver. His underlings have compiled quasi-military
     costumes similar to his own.
        He recognises Gordon, glances at Mary, betrays a momentary
     appreciation, decides to show off at her and halts. Gordon
     makes a half-hearted salute.

        BOSS: "e;Anything to report, Gordon?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Nothing very hopeful, Chief."e;

        BOSS: "e;We must have those planes--somehow."e;

        GORDON: "e;I'll do what I can, but you can't fly without

        BOSS: "e;I'll get petrol for you, trust me. You see to the
     engines. I know you haven't got stuff--but surely you can get
     round that. For example, transfer parts. Have you tried that?
     Use bits of one to mend the other. Be resourceful. Give me
     only ten in working order. Give me only five. I don't want
     them all. I'll see to it you get your reward. Then we can end
     this war of ours--for good. This your wife, Gordon? You've
     kept her hidden. Salutation, lady! You must use your
     influence with our Master Mechanic, lady. The combatant State
     needs his work."e;

        MARY doesn't like the situation. "e;I'm sure my husband does
     his best for you, Chief."e;

        BOSS: "e;His best! That isn't enough, lady. The combatant
     State demands miracles."e;

        MARY pauses and then speaks rather stupidly: "e;It isn't
     everyone, Chief, who can work miracles--as you do."e;

        BOSS, most elated: "e;I am sure you could work miracles,
     lady, if you chose."e;

        The voice of Roxana heard off "e;Rudolf!"e;

        The manner of the Boss becomes slightly deflated. He turns
     towards Roxana who approaches rustling with indignation,
     followed by her three ladies in waiting. Gordon and Mary are
     ignored forthwith. Behind, in a state of nervous
     apprehension, hovers Wadsky.

        ROXANA: "e;Here they are at their old tricks! Wadsky has
     been keeping things back from me! Is that with your

        WADSKY: "e;But she was shown it. She said she didn't want

        BOSS: "e;If Wadsky has been at his old tricks again he must
     answer for them."e;

        Roxana turns triumphantly towards Wadsky.

        BOSS: "e;It isn't only Wadsky who keeps things back. What do
     you think of our Master Mechanic here--who won't give me
     planes to finish up that little war of ours with the Hill

        Roxana surveys Gordon with her arms akimbo, and then
     considers Mary and the Boss more deliberately. She rather
     likes the look of Gordon. She perceives that the Boss has
     been showing off at Mary and she wants to take him down a
        She speaks with a faint shrewish mockery to the Boss.
     "e;Can't you make him? I thought you could make everybody do

        GORDON: "e;Some things can't be done, Madam. You can't fly
     without petrol. You can't mend machines without tools or
     material. We've gone back too far. Flying is a lost skill in

        ROXANA: "e;And are you really as stupid as that?"e;

        GORDON: "e;I'm as helpless as that."e;

        ROXANA to the Boss: "e;And now Chief--what are you going to
     do about it?"e;

        BOSS, becoming the strong man: "e;He's going to put those
     machines in order and I'm going to find him--coal--stuff to
     make his oil."e;

        The throbbing of an aeroplane very far away becomes
     faintly audible. Close up of Gordon's face.

        GORDON: "e;It's a lost skill. It is a dream of the past."e;

        His face changes as the beating of the aeroplane dawns on
     his consciousness. He is puzzled. Then his face changes. He
     looks up in the sky. He points silently.
        The whole group is shown. All are staring upward.
        Wadsky and the market people, the general crowd in the
     background, are all becoming aware of the aeroplane. The
     aeroplane is seen circling in the sky. This has to be the
     first novel aeroplane seen in the film. It is to be a small
     new 1970 type. Its wings curve back like a swallow's. It must
     not be big and impressive like the gas bomber which presently
     arrives, but it must be "e;different."e;
        People run out of houses. Everybody staring skywards.
     Running, shouting--the excitement grows.

        Gordon, deeply moved. He addresses Mary. "e;There it is--you
     were right--a plane once more! He's shutting off--he's coming

        The eye of the crowd follows the plane and indicates it is
     circling down to a descent.

        The BOSS is the first to become active. "e;What's all this?
     Have they got aeroplanes before us? And you tell me we can't
     fly any more! While we have been--fumbling, they have been
     active. Here, some of you, find out who this is and what it
     means! You (to one of his guards), you go, and you (to
     another). There was only one man in it. Hold him."e;

        The Boss is a centre of activity.

        BOSS: "e;Send for Simon Burton. Get me Simon."e;

        A sly-looking individual, the right-hand man of the Boss,
     appears from the direction of the Town Hall and hurries up to
     his chief.
        The camera shows Gordon and Mary standing a little aloof,
     perplexed, full of strange hope, at this wonderful break in
     the routines of Everytown. Then it returns to Roxana. She
     watches the Boss and his proceedings with the sceptical
     criticism of a woman who knows a man too well. Then her mind
     returns to Mary and she looks for her and discovers Gordon
     also. She comes across to them.

        ROXANA to Gordon: "e;What do you know about it? Do you know
     anything of this? Who is that man in the air?"e;

        GORDON speaks half to himself and half to Roxana and Mary.
     "e;It was something new. It was a new machine. Somewhere they
     can still make new machines. I didn't dream it was still

        ROXANA: "e;But who is the man? How does he dare come here?"e;

        Close up of her face as she surveys Everytown and realises
     that after all it is not the whole world. Her eyes return to
     the Boss who is still rather uncertain how to meet this new

        BOSS: "e;Fetch him to the Town Hall. Guard his machine and
     bring him to me there."e;

        The camera returns to Gordon and Mary.

        GORDON: "e;Come along, Mary. I must see that machine."e;

     A field close to the town. People running. The aeroplane
     glides overhead and lands just out of sight over the brow of
     a slight hill.
        A few ragged men, women and children run up so as to stand
     out against the sky and look. They hesitate and keep their
     distance. A child starts forward but his mother stops him--
     they stare, and they begin to move uneasily right and left
     from the centre of the ridge as something unseen approaches.
     The two guards sent by the Boss appear and hesitate.
        We are looking towards the aeroplane across a hollow so
     that with quite dramatic suddenness John Cabal, the airman,
     the father of the children in the opening part, rises above
     the crest and comes towards us.
        He is now grey-haired with a lined face. He is dressed in
     shiny black and he wears a sort of circular shield over head
     and body that makes him over seven feet high. It is like a
     round helmet enclosing body as well as head. It is a 1970 gas
     mask. The vizor in front swings down, so that his head and
     shoulders seen from in front are suggestive of a Buddha
     against a circular halo. The black mask behind his head and
     shoulders is ribbed like a scallop shell. He stands out
     against the sky, a tall portent. He walk through the watchers
     who follow him--one guard goes over the crest towards the
     machine, the other guard approaches him. This second guard
     and Cabal go towards the town. This second guard is an oafish
     unshaven creature, greatly puzzled by life at all times and
     excessively puzzled now. A group of curious men and women
     follow them.

        CABAL: "e;Who's in control of this part of the country?"e;

        GUARD: "e;The chief. What we call the Boss."e;

        CABAL: "e;Good. I want to see him!"e;

        GUARD: "e;He sent me to arrest you."e;

        CABAL: "e;Well--you can't. But I'll come and see him."e;

        GUARD: "e;Well, you're under arrest--whether you admit it or
     not. This country is at war."e;

        The crowd and particularly various children come closer to

        CABAL: "e;I remember this place well. I lived oh--somewhere
     down there."e; (Points.) "e;For years. Ever heard of man called
     Passworthy? Any of you? No! Harding?"e;

        Two children speak together. "e;Doctor Harding!"e;

        CABAL: "e;Yes, is he still here?"e;

        OLD WOMAN: "e;He's a good man. He's our only doctor here.
     Oh, he's a good man."e;

        CHILDREN: "e;Look, here he is, sir!"e;

        Harding, Gordon and Mary seen approaching. Crowd in
        Cabal and Harding scrutinise each other.

        CABAL: "e;Heavens! Is that Harding?"e;

        HARDING, perplexed: "e;I seem to remember something--
     something about you."e;

        CABAL: "e;But you were a young man!"e;

        HARDING cries out: "e;You are John Cabal! I used to come to
     your house! Here! Endless years ago. Before the wars began.
     And you are flying! You are grey but you look--young still!"e;

        CABAL: "e;How are things in this place? Who's in control?"e;

        HARDING looks discreetly at crowd: "e;We've got a chief here
     --a war lord. The usual thing."e;

        CABAL takes Harding by the arm: "e;H'm. I've come to look up
     your war lord. Where can we go to talk?"e;

        Harding gesticulates to indicate where he lives. Cabal
     makes to go with him.

        GUARD: "e;Here! You're under arrest, you know. You've got to
     come to the chief."e;

        CABAL: "e;All in good time. This gentleman first."e;

        GUARD: "e;You can't do that. You've got to come with me.
     Orders are orders. The Boss first."e;

        Cabal lifts his eyebrows and goes off with Harding. GUARD
     following with gestures of amazement and protest. "e;Here.
     Here. Here,"e; he says. Then come Gordon and Mary and the
     rabble. The rabble is astonished at Cabal's cavalier
     treatment of the guard.

     In the laboratory. Remains of a meal. The meal has been a
     squalid one. Cans--only a knife or so and a broken fork. No
     cloth, cracked bowls. Mary, Gordon, Cabal and Harding in
     conversation. Cabal has removed his great body gas-mask and
     swings it beside him.
        The guard opens the door and looks in.

        CABAL: "e;You keep out. I shall be all right here."e;

        The guard seems about to speak and then catches Cabal's
     eye and shuts the door again.

        CABAL: "e;And so you came back here after the war?"e;

        HARDING: "e;And became a sort of medieval leech. A doctor
     without medicines or instruments. I do what I can in this
     broken--down world. Good heavens! Do you remember how I used
     to blow about the research I was going to do?"e;

        CABAL comes and sits down: "e;Don't I remember? You had some
     good ideas. But look here--tell me things. How are things
     here? Are there any mechanics left? Any capable technical

        HARDING: "e;This is the very man."e;

        Gordon comes forward and CABAL scrutinises him. "e;What are

        GORDON: "e;Ex-air-mechanic, sir. Jack of all trades now. The
     last engineer in Evervtown."e;

        CABAL: "e;Pilot?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Yes, sir."e; (Salutes.) "e;Not so very skilful. I
     wish I was a better mechanic."e;

        The GUARD opens the door again and peeps in. "e;My orders,"e;
     he begins.

        CABAL: "e;Never mind your orders. Shut--that--door."e; The
     guard obeys.

        CABAL: "e;Tell me about this Boss you have here. What sort
     of man has got hold of this part of the world?"e;

     The Boss's headquarters in the Town Hall. He has staged
     things for the reception of the strange airman. He sits at a
     vast desk. A few guards, secretaries and yes-men around him.
     Simon Burton sits at a side table. Roxana watches proceedings
     --comes and stands close beside the Boss at his right hand.
     Whispers to him. She displays the excitement of a woman
     before a bull fight. A lively contest is going to happen and
     she has an impression that the strange visitant may prove an
     interesting novelty. Things have been dull in Everytown
        The atmosphere is strained. The scene is set and the
     principal actor does not enter. The Boss is impatient to see
     Cabal and Cabal does not come. Messengers are sent and

        BOSS: "e;Where is this man? Why isn't he brought here?"e;

        Everyone looks uneasy. The Boss turns to Burton.

        BURTON: "e;He has gone off with Doctor Harding."e;

        The BOSS rises. "e;He has to be brought here. I must deal
     with him."e;

        ROXANA lays a hand on his arm. "e;But you can't go to him.
     That's impossible. He must come to you."e;

        The Boss hesitates and sits restless under her dominance.
        "e;Send another man for him. Send three men. With clubs. He
     must be brought here at once."e;

        Burton hurries out to give the order.

     The laboratory. The group talking.

        CABAL: "e;So that's the sort of man your Boss is. Not an
     unusual type. Everywhere, you see, we find these little semi-
     military upstarts robbing, fighting. That is whay endless
     warfare has worked out to--brigandage. What else could
     happen? And we, who are all that is left of the old engineers
     and mechanics, are turning our hands to savage the world. We
     have the air-ways, what is left of them, we have the sea. We
     have ideas in common; the freemasonry of efficiency--the
     brotherhood of science. We are the natural trustees of
     civilisation when everything else has failed."e;

        GORDON: "e;Oh, I have been waiting for this. I am yours to

        CABAL: "e;Not mine. Not mine. No more bosses. Civilisation's
     to command. Give yourself to World Communications."e;

        A knock at the door. They turn. The oafish guard comes
     into the room. Three others who have been sent for him by the
     Boss are behind. One of them says: "e;Tell him he's got to
     come. If he won't come on his feet, we'll carry him."e;

        The FIRST GUARD: "e;Lord knows what will happen to me, sir,
     if you do not come."e;

        Cabal shrugs his shoulders, rises, reflects, hands his
     great gas mask to Gordon and stalks out, the guards following
        The gas mask is not in evidence in the next scene.

     The Town Hall. The Boss at his great desk. Roxana very alert
     behind him. Simon Burton at his own table. As the guard and
     Cabal approach, the Boss draws himself up in his chair, and
     attempts a lordly pose. Cabal's bearing is easy and familiar.
     The Boss is sturdy and ornate. Cabal tall, lean, black and

        CABAL: "e;Well, what do you want to talk to me about?"e;

        BOSS: "e;Who are you? Don't you know this country is at

        CABAL: "e;Dear, dear! Still at it. We must clean that up."e;

        BOSS: "e;What do you mean? We must clean that up? War is
     war. Who are you, I say?"e;

        CABAL pauses before he replies. "e;The law,"e; he says. He
     improves it: "e;Law and sanity."e;

        Roxana watches him. Then looks to the Boss.

        BOSS, a little late: "e;I am the law here."e;

        CABAL: "e;I said law and sanity."e;

        BOSS: "e;Where do you come from? What are you?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Pax Mundi. Wings over the World."e;

        BOSS: "e;Well, you know, you can't come into a country at
     war in this fashion."e;

        CABAL: "e;I'm here. Do you mind if I sit down?"e;

        He sits down and leans across the table looking
     intelligently and familiarly into the face of the Boss.

        "e;Well?"e; he says.

        BOSS: "e;And now for the fourth time who are you?"e;

        CABAL: "e;I tell you Wings--Wings over the World."e;

        BOSS: "e;That's nothing. What Government are you under?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Common sense. Call us Airmen if you like. We just
     run ourselves."e;

        BOSS: "e;You'll run into trouble if you land here in war
     time. What's the game?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Order and trade--"e;

        BOSS: "e;Trade, eh? Can you do anything in munitions?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Not our line of business."e;

        BOSS: "e;Petrol--spare parts? We've got planes--we've got
     planes--we've got boys who've trained a bit on the ground.
     But we've got no fuel. It hampers us. We might do a deal."e;

        CABAL reflects and looks at his toes: "e;We might."e;

        BOSS: "e;I know where I can get some fuel. Later. I've got
     my plans. But if you could manage a temporary accommodation--
     we'd do business."e;

        CABAL: "e;Airmen help no one to make war."e;

        BOSS, impatiently: "e;End war, I said. End war. We want to
     make a victorious peace."e;

        CABAL: "e;I seem to have heard that phrase before. When I
     was a young man. But it made no end to war."e;

        BOSS: "e;Now look here, Mr. Aviator. Let's be clear how
     things are. Come down to actuality. The way you swagger
     there, you don't seem to understand you are under arrest. You
     and your machine."e;

        Mutual mute interrogation.

        CABAL: "e;You'll get other machines looking for me--if I
     happen to be delayed."e;

        BOSS: "e;We'll deal with them later. You can start a trading
     agency here if you like. I've no objection. And the first
     thing we shall want will be to have our own aeroplanes in the
     air again."e;

        He looks for confirmation to Bunon, who nods approval and
     then to Roxana. But Roxana is staring at Cabal to hear his
     next words.

        CABAL: "e;Yes. An excellent ambition. But our new order has
     an objection to private aeroplanes."e;

        ROXANA, softly for Boss to hear: "e;The impudence!"e;

        BOSS half glances at her with a faint anxiety. She has
     sometimes the habit of taking the word in discussions. "e;I am
     not talking of private aeroplanes. The aeroplanes we have
     here are the public aeroplanes of our combatant state. This
     is a free and sovereign State. At war. I don't know anything
     about any new order. I am the chief here, and I am not going
     to take any orders--old or new, from you."e;

        CABAL leans back in his chair and reflects. He says, with
     a faint gleam of amusement: "e;I suppose I have walked into

        BOSS: "e;You may take that as right."e;

        Simon Burton is about to say something, and then thinks
     better of it. ROXANA is more outspoken: "e;Where do you come

        CABAL smiles and addresses himself deliberately to her: "e;I
     flew from our headquarters at Basra yesterday. I spent the
     night at an old aerodrome at Marseilles. We are gradually
     restoring order and trade all over the Mediterranean. We have
     some hundreds of aeroplanes and we are making more, fast. We
     have factories at work again. I'm just scouting a bit to see
     how things are here."e;

        BOSS: "e;And you've found out. We've got order here, the old
     order, and we don't want anybody else restoring it, thank
     you. This is an independent combatant State."e;

        CABAL: "e;We've got to talk about that."e;

        BOSS: "e;We won't discuss it."e;

        CABAL: "e;We don't approve of these independent combatant

        BOSS: "e;You don't approve!"e;

        CABAL: "e;We mean to stop them."e;

        BOSS: "e;That's--war."e;

        CABAL: "e;As you will. My people know I'm prospecting. When
     they find I don't come back they'll send a force to look for

        BOSS, grimly: "e;Perhaps they won't find you."e;

        CABAL shrugs his shoulders. "e;They'll find you."e;

        BOSS: "e;They'll find me ready. Well, I think we know now
     where we stand. You four guards take this man, and if he
     gives any trouble, club him. Club him. You hear that, Mr.
     Wings over your Wits? See to it, Burton. Have tim taken to
     the detention room downstairs."e;

        He stands up as if dismissing the assembly.

     The camera goes to a smaller apartment behind the large room
     of the previous scene. It is the Boss's retiring room. Roxana
     enters first and turns to the Boss who is following her.

        ROXANA, exasperatingly critical: "e;Now was that wise."e;

        BOSS, irritated at once: "e;Wise!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Yes, wise; was it wise to quarrel with him at

        BOSS: "e;Quarrel with him! Confound him, he began to quarrel
     with me!--'We must clean that up!'--Clean that up! My war!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;But--but there's things behind him."e;

        BOSS: "e;Things behind him! Some sort of air bus driver.
     Standing up to me--like an equal."e;

        ROXANA: "e;So you lost your temper and bullied him."e;

        BOSS: "e;I didn't bully. I just took the fellow in hand."e;

        ROXANA: "e;No, Rudolf. You bully. And you bully too soon."e;

        BOSS: "e;I don't seem able to please you to-day."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Well, if you must go from one tactless thing to
     another. Weakening your authority. Sacrificing dignity."e;

        BOSS: "e;Here! What's the matter with you?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Oh, I saw! There's your head mechanic--an
     essential man for your work--and you can't keep your eyes off
     his wife! Don't I know you? But never mind that. I've learnt
     to overlook that sort of thing. What I ask again--whether you
     bully me or not--is, whether it was wise to take this man in
     this way?"e;

        BOSS: "e;How else could he be taken? How else?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Well, look at it! This is the first real aviator
     that has come our way for years. Think of what that means, my
     dear! You want aeroplanes, don't you? You want your
     aeroplanes put in order? Well--I've always doubted if that
     young man Gordon was up to the job. He's good-looking in a
     weak sort of way--but is he really skilful and scientific? He
     --fumbles. He just goes about with this girl of his--whom you
     think so good looking. A really clever man would have had
     some of those machines up long ago. I'm sure of it."e;

        BOSS: "e;So along comes this stranger who is going to clean
     me up. And you propose I shall hand over my aeroplanes to
     him, lock, stock and barrel."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Why talk nonsense? You could have persuaded him--
     under supervision."e;

        BOSS: "e;Supervision. The sort of oafs I have here to
     supervise him. He'd be too much for them."e;

        ROXANA: "e;If he's going to be too much for you, hang him
     and hide his machine before the others get after you. But if
     he isn't going to be too much for you--"e;

        BOSS: "e;He's not going to be too much for me."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Very well. The hand of iron in the glove of
     velvet. Where is the benefit in ambushing him and locking him

        BOSS: "e;I don't agree with you. I don't agree with you. Oh,
     I don't agree with you. Now listen. Listen to me. You don't
     understand. Now is our time. You think I'm a fool. But let me
     tell you one or two things I've had in mind. If you watched
     my mind a little more and my movements a little less it might
     be better for you."e;

        Simon Burton joins them unobtrusively and listens

        BOSS: "e;This--this stranger--hasn't taken me by surprise. I
     knew this thing was coming."e;

        Close up of incredulous faces of Roxana and Simon Burton.

        BOSS: "e;Yes, I knew this was coming. I felt they'd got
     ahead with their air force down there. I felt there was this
     conspiracy of air bus drivers brewing somewhere in the world.
     Very well. Now's the time. We've got this fellow bottled up
     for a week or so. They may not begin to miss him for days.
     I've got everything fixed now for an attack straight away up
     the Floss Valley to the old coal and shale pits--where
     there's oil too! And then--up we buzz. Wings over the Hill-
     State. Everybody has laughed at my air force that never even
     crawls on the ground. But they won't laugh then."e;

        ROXANA: "e;My dear, that's all right. But it doesn't explain
     why you treat that new man as an enemy. I don't believe
     Gordon is a good mechanic. But evidently he is."e;

        BOSS: "e;Don't harp on that! You always think you know
     better than I do--about everything."e;

        ROXANA slowly: "e;I'm going to talk to this man myself."e;

        BOSS: "e;If that sort of thing is what you are after--!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Oh, you don't understand."e;

        BOSS: "e;Don't understand! You spare neither youth nor age.
     You leave that man to me. You leave that fellow alone."e;

     Scene changes to a small bare room like the waiting-room of a
     police station. It is poorly lit by a barred window. Cabal
     sits on a wooden chair with his arms on a bare table and
     contemplates the situation.

        CABAL: "e;I've tumbled into a hole. It's the old old story
     of the overconfident wise man and the truculent rough.... It
     may be weeks before I'm reported as missing. They'll think my
     radio has broken down. Meanwhile Mr. Boss here does as he

        He contemplates the room. Stands up and stares at the
     window bars.
        "e;They'll have my machine guarded...."e;
        Sits down again, laughs bitterly at himself and drums with
     his fingers on the table exactly as he did in Part III of the
        Then he jumps up impatiently. Goes to the window. Close up
     of his face in the dim light.
        "e;I suppose everyone must do something hopelessly foolish
     at times. I've walked into it. I--the planner of a new
        "e;Just at this time with everything ready....
        "e;If this mad war dog here bites me--and I die--I wonder
     who will carry on....
        "e;No man is indispensable...."e;

        He tries the firmness of the bars in the window. Fade out
     upon his hands holding the bars.

     Scene outside the Town Hall. A small troop of mounted men
     with a flag leaving for the war. Two led horses are brought
     up and the Boss and Roxana appear and mount.
        The whole body rides off.
        A small not very enthusiastic crowd watches their
     departure. There is a feeble cheer as the detachment goes

     Fight on a hill overlooking coal pits. The Boss directs
     operations. With him are his irregular troop leaders. They
     gallop off.
        The coal pits. The Boss's cavalry attack some rough
     trenches. The defenders are overwhelmed and seen running
     away. One or two flashes of the little battle. The Boss's men
     are plainly victorious, the enemy routed.

     The Central Square. A troop of mounted men ride into the
     Square. Following comes the Boss and Roxana triumphant. Flags
     decorate the side streets. The crowd shows a new enthusiasm.
     People cheer as the Boss and Roxana pull up outside the Town
        Close up of a group of lookers-on. One man is explaining
     to another:

        MAN: "e;We have captured the coal pits, and the old oil
     retorts, and we have got oil at last."e;

        Close up of a lean, excited patriotic youngster wearing a
     rosette badge. "e;Now we'll bomb the hills to hell."e;

     In the Town Hall. A day later. The Boss still flushed with
     triumph. Most of his usual entourage is present, but Roxana
     is not there at first. Eight or nine officers of the little
     army are present. Gordon is seen under arrest near the Boss's
     desk. The Boss walks up and down and orates:

        BOSS: "e;Victory approaches. Your sacrifices have not been
     in vain. Our long struggle with the Hill Men has come to its
     climax. Our victory at the old coal pits has brought a new
     supply of oil within reach. Once more we can hope to take to
     the air and look invaders in the face. We have nearly forty
     aeroplanes, as big a force, I venture to say, as any in the
     world now. This oil we have got can be adapted to our
     engines. That is quite a simple business. Nothing remains to
     be done but a conclusive bombing of the hills. Then for a
     time we shall have a rich and rewarding peace, the peace of
     the strong man armed who keepeth his house. And now at this
     supreme crisis you, Gordon, our master engineer, must needs
     refuse to help us. Where are my planes?"e;

        GORDON: "e;The job is more difficult than you think. Half
     your machines are hopelessly old. You haven't got twenty
     sound ones. To be exact, nineteen. You'll never get the
     others off the ground. The thing cannot be done as you
     imagine it. I want assistance."e;

        BOSS: "e;What assistance?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Your prisoner."e;

        BOSS turns to him. "e;You want that fellow in black--Wings
     over the World? You want him released?"e;

        GORDON: "e;He knows his business. I don't enough. Make him
     my--technical adviser."e;

        BOSS: "e;I don't trust you technical fellows."e;

        GORDON: "e;Then you won't get an aeroplane up."e;

        BOSS: "e;I want those planes."e;

        Gordon shrugs his shoulders.
        The Boss meditates, walking to and fro.

        BOSS: "e;And if you get him?"e;

        GORDON: "e;Then I want Doctor Harding out too."e;

        BOSS: "e;They're--old associates."e;

        GORDON: "e;I can't help that. If anybody in Everytown can
     adapt that crude oil for our aeroplanes it is Harding. If
     not, it can't be done."e;

        BOSS: "e;We've had a bit of an argument with Harding."e;

        GORDON: "e;He's the only man who can do this work for

        BOSS: "e;Bring in Harding."e;

        Enter Roxana with a certain quiet dignity while the
     assembly awaits Harding. The Boss glances at her as if he
     would rather she had not come. She stands regarding the scene
        Harding is brought in. He is dishevelled, and his hands
     are tied. He looks as if he had been manhandled.

        BOSS: "e;Untie his hands."e;

        The guard releases Harding.

        The BOSS pauses and looks at Harding. "e;Well?"e;

        HARDING: "e;Well, what?"e;

        BOSS: "e;The salute."e;

        HARDING: "e;Damn the salute."e;

        The guard steps forward to strike Harding, but Roxana

        ROXANA: "e;No."e;

        BOSS: "e;Never mind the salute now. We'll talk about that
     afterwards. Now let us see where we are. You, Gordon, are to
     direct the reconstruction of our air forces. The prisoner
     Cabal is to be put at your disposal. Everywhere he goes he is
     to be under guard and observation. No relaxing on that. And
     neither he nor you must go within fifty yards of his plane.
     Mind that! You, Harding, are to help Gordon with this fuel
     problem and to put your knowledge of poison gas at our

        HARDING: "e;I tell you, I will do nothing with poison gas."e;

        BOSS: "e;You've got the knowledge--if I have to wring it out
     of you. The Combatant State is your father and your mother,
     your only protector, the totality of your interests. No
     discipline can be stern enough for the man who denies that by
     word or deed."e;

        HARDING: "e;Nonsense. We have our duty to civilisation. You
     and your like are heading back to eternal barbarism."e;

        The entourage is dumbfounded. Burton starts forward. "e;But
     this is pure treason."e;

        HARDING: "e;In the name of civilisation, I protest against
     being dragged from my work. Confound your silly wars! Your
     war material and all the rest of it! All my life has been
     interrupted and wasted and spoilt by war. I will stand it no

        BURTON: "e;This is Treason--Treason."e;

        Guards rush upon Harding, seize him and twist his arms.
        Harding snarls with pain. Roxana comes forward.

        ROXANA: "e;No. Stop that."e;

        The guards stop. Harding is sullen and silent. The Boss
     comes very close to him.

        BOSS: "e;We have need of your services."e;

        HARDING: "e;Well, what do you want?"e;

        BOSS: "e;You are conscripted. You are under my orders now
     and under no others in the world. I am the master here! I am
     the State. I want fuel--and gas."e;

        HARDING: "e;Neither fuel nor gas."e;

        BOSS: "e;You refuse?"e;

        HARDING: "e;Absolutely."e;

        BOSS: "e;I do not want to be forced to extremities."e;

        Roxana is whispering to the Boss, with her eyes on Gordon.
     Gordon comes fully into the picture. He has a scheme of his
     own. He looks hard at Roxana as though he was silently trying
     to will her aid. The confidence in his manner, the faint
     streak of impudence in his nature, increases.

        GORDON: "e;Sir--may I have a word? I understand you want all
     of these out-of-date crocks of yours which you call your air
     force, to fly again--and fly well?"e;

        BOSS: "e;They shall."e;

        GORDON: "e;With the help of that man--Cabal--you have in the
     cells here, and with the help of Doctor Harding here--you may
     even get a dozen of your planes in the air again."e;

        HARDING: "e;You are a traitor to civilisation. I won't touch

        GORDON ignores him: "e;If you will give me Cabal and--if you
     will leave me free to talk with the Doctor, I promise you
     will see your air force--a third of it at any rate--in the
     sky again."e;

        BOSS: "e;You talk as though you were driving a bargain with

        GORDON: "e;I am sorry, Chief. It is not I who make these
     conditions. It is in the nature of things. You cannot have
     technical services, you cannot have scientific help unless
     you treat the men who give it you--properly."e;

        ROXANA to the Boss, but quite loud: "e;That's what I have
     said all along! You are bullying too much, my dear. There is
     a limit to bullying. Why! you can't make a dog hunt by
     beating it."e;

        BOSS: "e;I want those aeroplanes."e;

        GORDON: "e;Well."e;

        BOSS: "e;And I mean to be master here."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Then you have to be reasonable, my dear, and
     that's all about it."e;

        Close up of the Boss wondering where Mastery ends and
     Reasonableness begins.

     Gordon and Cabal at work upon that aeroplane engine which was
     puzzling Gordon at the opening of this part. The two men
     quite understand each other. Cabal works and Gordon learns
     from him. The four guards watch and poke their noses about
     and listen conscientiously but perplexedly. They glance at
     one another. They are much too oafish to control the

        CABAL between his teeth: "e;If only they'd let us go back to
     my own plane. There's a radio there."e;

        GORDON: "e;Hopeless.... Won't even trust me."e;

        CABAL: "e;We'll have to make a job of this."e;

        GORDON: "e;I could send men for your reserve petrol. They'll
     give me that. For this."e;

        CABAL: "e;Good."e; Then louder as if explaining the machine.
     "e;One of the most difficult bits in this is what is called the
     get-a-way--it's a sort of cut-out. But I have some ideas."e;

        GORDON: "e;We'll manage it I think. Now that Dr. Harding
     understands his part of the job...."e;

        They nod reassuringly to each other and then glance at the
     stupid faces of their guards. It's safe.

     Evening. Cabal is sitting in his cell lit by the light of two
     candles. He looks bored and despondent.
        He turns round at a knocking at his door. "e;Come in. Don't
     stand on ceremony."e;
        The door is opened deferentially by a guard. Roxana
     appears, rather specially dressed. Cabal has not expected
     anything of this sort. He is a man of experience with women
     although he has none of the Boss's devouring enterprise. He
     stands up. She walks in, carrying herself with a certain
     consciousness of her effect. He bows and remains silent.

        ROXANA: "e;I wanted to look at you."e;

        CABAL stiffly: "e; At your service, Madam."e;

        ROXANA: "e;You are the most interesting thing that has
     happened in Everytown for years."e;

        CABAL: "e;You honour me."e;

        ROXANA: "e;You come from--outside. I had begun to forget
     there was anything outside. I want to hear about it."e;

        CABAL: "e;May I offer you my only chair?"e;

        Roxana sits down and arranges herself. Then she takes a
     look at Cabal to gauge her effect. Cabal stands or leans
     against the table in the subsequent conversation. He looks at
     her only very occasionally, but they are scrutinising

        ROXANA: "e;You know--I am not a stupid woman."e;

        CABAL: "e;I am sure."e;

        ROXANA: "e;This life here--is limited. War--rich plunder.
     Shining prizes. Of a sort. War always going on and never
     ending. Flags. Marching. I adore the Chief. I've always
     adored him since he took control in the Pestilence Days when
     everyone else lost heart. He rules. He is firm. Everyone--
     every woman finds him strong and attractive. I can't
     complain. I have everything that is to be had here. But--"e;

        CABAL looks at her for a moment. What is she up to? He
     makes a faint encouraging noise: "e;M'm."e;

        ROXANA: "e;This is a small limited world we live in here.
     You bring in the breath of something greater. When I saw you
     swooping down out of the sky--when I saw you march into the
     Town Hall--I felt this man lives in a greater world. And you
     spoke of the Mediterranean and the East, and your camps and
     factories. I've read about the Mediterranean and Greece and
     Egypt and India. I can read--a lot of those old books. I'm
     not like most of the younger people. I learnt a lot before
     education stopped and the schools closed down. I want to see
     that world away there. Sunshine, palms, snowy mountains, blue

        CABAL: "e;If I had my way--you might fly to all that in a
     couple of days."e;

        ROXANA becomes pensive and looks down: "e;If you were
     free.... And if I was free."e;

        CABAL'S expression reveals a flash of curiosity about her:
     "e;What is she up to?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;I don't think any man has ever understood any
     woman since the beginning of things. You don't understand our
     imaginations. How wild our imaginations can be."e;

        Cabal decides he will not interrupt her.

        ROXANA: "e;I wish I were a man."e;

        She stands up abruptly. "e;Oh if I were a man!... Does any
     man realise what the life of a woman is? How trivial we have
     to be. We have to please. We are obliged to please. If we
     attempt to take a serious share in life, are we welcomed? And
     all the while--. Men are so selfsatisfied, so blind, so
     limited.... I see things happening here--! Injustice.
     Cruelty. There are things I would do for the poor--things I
     would do to make things better. I am not allowed. I have to
     pretend to be eaten up by my dresses, my jewels, my vanities.
     I make myself beautiful often with an aching heart.... But
     I'm talking about myself. Tell me about yourself--about that
     greater world you live in. Are you a Boss? You have the
     manner of one who commands. You are sure of yourself. You
     make me afraid of you. Of the people you come from. Of what
     you are. Before you came I felt safe here. I felt--things
     were going on as they have been going on.... Always.... No
     hope of change.... Now--it's all different. What are you
     people trying to do to us? What do you mean to do to this
     Boss of mine?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Well, the immediate question seems to be what does
     he mean to do to me?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Something foolish and violent--unless I prevent

        CABAL: "e;That is how I see things."e;

        ROXANA: "e;If he kills you--?"e;

        CABAL: "e;We shall come here and clean things up just the

        ROXANA: "e;But if you are killed--how can you say we?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Oh, we go on. That's just how it is, we are taking
     hold of things. In science and government--in the long run--
     no man is indispensable. The human thing goes on. We--for

        ROXANA: "e;I see. And our Combatant State here?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Has to vanish into the shadows. After the
     tyrannosaurus and the sabre-toothed tiger."e;

        Roxana stands looking at him. He leans against the table
     and smiles at her.

        ROXANA: "e;You are a new sort of man to me."e;

        CABAL: "e;No. A new sort of training. The old Adam

        She goes off at a tangent again. "e;I suppose at the bottom
     of her heart every woman despises a man she can manage. And
     all women despise men who run after women...."e;

        CABAL: "e;You're not by any chance thinking of the Chief?
     Where is he to-night?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Drinking and boasting. And after that, he hopes
     to betray me without my finding out. Vain hopes, I'm afraid.
     We needn't think about him. If I said I still love him, it is
     as one loves a dirty troublesome child. I love him and he
     doesn't matter. What I am thinking about is you. And this new
     world of your's--oh, it's your world--that I can feel
     advancing on us."e;


        CABAL: "e;Well?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Have men of your sort no use for women?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Madam, I'm a widower and a grandfather. I see
     these things with a philosophical detachment. And I don't
     quite know what you mean by use."e;

        ROXANA: "e;A man is a man till he's dead. Don't you still
     want the help of a woman? Have you no use for that closeness
     of devotion you can never get from any man? Don't you see I
     have been working for you already? See what I have done for
     you! I have saved Harding from ill-treatment. I got you half
     released so as to work with Gordon. I may be able at last to
     release you altogether. Why do you despise me?"e;

        CABAL: "e;I don't despise you in the least. I think you are
     the most civilised being I have met yet in Everytown."e;

        ROXANA: "e;More than your friends?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Oh, much more."e;

        ROXANA is pleased. She presses on to her next step. "e;Why
     don't you confide in me? There's Gordon, there's his wife
     Mary and her father Harding, and you are all--together, in
     some way. Something carries you all along. Do you think I
     don't know you are planning things and doing things? Why
     cannot I--help you? I know this place, these people. I am a
     sort of Queen here. Am I nothing at all to you?"e;

        Cabal looks at her now intently. Is she trying to find out
     about his plans of escape in order to betray him to the Boss?
     Or is she proposing to betray the Boss to him? Or is she in a
     state of mixed intrigue, ready to do either and mainly
     interested in getting some love-making going?

        He says: "e;And could you really restore me to my aeroplane?
     Hasn't that been put out of action?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;No. He wants to use it and doesn't know how to.
     No one has touched it. There it is. With six guards night and
     day. Even I could not get at that just now."e;

        Cabal who has been leaning against the table stands up and
     confronts her. She faces up to him.

        CABAL: "e;What are you really proposing to me?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Nothing. I came to see you. I was interested in

        CABAL: "e;Well?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;And now I find you more interesting than ever. A
     woman loves to help. She loves to give. I could give so much
     --now. And if I gave--?"e;

        CABAL speaking like a representative: "e;The Air League
     would not forget it."e;

        ROXANA: "e;The Air League will not forget! Air League! Who
     cares for the Air League? Would you forget it?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Why should I in particular--"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Are you stupid, man? Or are you insulting me? I
     tell you I find you the most interesting man in the world, a
     great eagle out of the air. And you stare at me with that
     ugly face of yours and pretend not to understand! Have you
     never met a woman before? Ugly you are and grey. It doesn't

        Her manner changes. She comes close up to him and holds
     out her hands as if disposed to clutch his arms. "e;Oh why
     should I go on fencing with you? Don't you see--don't you
     understand? I'm for you--if you want me. I'm yours. You big
     strong thing, all steel and dignity. Now--now will you let me
     help you?"e;

        They both become aware of a movement outside. She recoils
     quickly. The door is flung open without ceremony and the Boss
     appears in the doorway. He is wearing his conception of
     ceremonial uniform. In a rough way he has a certain
     splendour. He stands posed for a moment.

        BOSS: "e;So this is where you are!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;I said I should talk to him and I have."e;

        BOSS: "e;I told you to leave him alone."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Yes, and sat up there drinking and looking as
     wonderful and powerful as you could. Rudolf the Victorious! I
     know--you sent twice to ask Gordon and his wife to come! So
     that she should see you in your glory. And here am I trying
     to find out for you what this black invader means. Do you
     think I wanted to come and talk to him"e;--she turns to Cabal--
     "e;this grey cold man? While you are swaggering here, more
     aeroplanes are getting ready away there at Basra."e;

        BOSS: "e;Basra?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;His headquarters. Have you never heard of Basra?"e;

        BOSS: "e;These are matters for men to talk about."e;

        CABAL: "e;Your lady has been putting me through a severe
     cross-examination. But the gist is--that away there in Basra
     the aeroplanes are rising night and day like comets about a
     hornets' nest. What happens to me here, is a small affair.
     They'll get you. The new world of the united airmen will get
     you. Why, listen! You can almost hear them coming now."e;

        The imagination of the BOSS is caught for a moment and
     then it recovers. "e;Not a bit of it!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;What he says is the truth."e;

        BOSS: "e;What he says is bluff."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Make peace with the airmen and let him go."e;

        BOSS: "e;That means surrender of our sovereign

        ROXANA: "e;But others will be coming. More machines and

        BOSS: "e;And he is here--hostage for their good behaviour.
     Come, my lady. An end to this little--diplomatic excursion of

        He holds the door open for her.
        Roxana bridles. Is about to speak and goes out.
        At the door she turns and fires a paning shot at the Boss.
        "e;You have the subtlety of a--"e; She searches for a suitable
     epithet and then jumps at the word she needs. "e;Bullfrog."e;
        When she has gone out of the room the Boss turns and comes
     towards Cabal.

        BOSS: "e;I don't know what she has been saying to you.
     Perhaps I don't care. Not as much as she thinks. There's no
     following her chopping and changing. I've had about enough of
     it. But I'm not a fool. There's no making peace between you
     and me. None at all. It's your world or mine. It's going to
     be mine--or I die fighting. After all this threatening--
     swarms of hornets and so on--you are a hostage. Understand.
     No one comes near you. Your friend Gordon will have to manage
     without you. And don't be so sure you'll win. So just go on
     sitting here and thinking about it, Mr. Wings over the

     The following day, bright daylight, shining into the
     laboratory of Dr. Harding. Mary leans against the workbench
     and Roxana is talking to her.

        ROXANA: "e;It is not only that I want to protect you from
     the insults of the Chief. Oh! I know him. But I want to talk
     to you about this man Cabal and his Airmen's world they talk
     about. What is this new world that is coming? Is it a new
     world really? Or only the old world dressed up in a new way?
     Do you understand Cabal? Is he flesh and blood?"e;

        MARY: "e;He's a great man. My father knew him years ago. My
     husband worships him."e;

        ROXANA: "e;He's so cold--so preoccupied. And so--
     interesting. Do men like that ever make love?"e;

        MARY: "e;A different sort of love, perhaps."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Love on ice. If this new world--all airships and
     science and order--comes about, what will happen to us

        MARY: "e;We shall work like the men."e;

        ROXANA: "e;You mean that? Are you--flesh and blood?"e;

        MARY: "e;As much as my husband and father."e;

        ROXANA with infinite contempt: "e;Men! Sometimes--when I
     think of lean grim Cabal--I believe this world of yours must
     come. And then I think--it can't come. It can't. It's a
     dream. It will seem to come but it won't come. It's just a
     new lot of men at the top. There will be wars still.
     Struggles still."e;

        MARY: "e;No, it will be civilisation. It will be peace. This
     nightmare of a world we live in--that is the dream, that is
     what will pass away."e;

        ROXANA: "e;No. No. This is reality."e;

        MARY, staring in front of her: "e;Do you really think that
     war and struggle--mere chance gleams of happiness--general
     misery--all this squalid divided world about us, do you think
     it must go on for ever?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;You want an impossible world. Nice in a way--
     perhaps--but impossible. You are asking too much from men and
     women. They won't bother to bring it about. You are asking
     them to want unnatural things. What do we want? We women.
     Knowledge, civilisation, the good of mankind? Nonsense! Oh,
     nonsense. We want satisfaction. We want glory. I want the
     glory of being loved--the glory of being wanted--desired,
     splendidly desired--and the glory of feeling and looking
     splendid. Do you want anything different? No. But you haven't
     learnt to look facts in the face yet. I know men. Every man
     wants the same thing--glory! Glory in some form. The glory of
     being loved--don't I know it? The glory they love most of
     all. The glory of bossing things here--the glory of war and
     victory. This brave new world of yours will never come. This
     wonderful world of reason! It wouldn't be worth having if it
     does come. It would be dull and safe and--oh, dreary! No
     lovers--no warriors--no dangers--no adventure."e;

        MARY: "e;No adventure! No glory in helping to make the world
     over--anew! It is you who are dreaming."e;

        ROXANA: "e;Helping men! Why should we work and toil for men?
     Let them work and toil for us."e;

        MARY: "e;But we can work with them!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;And what will they have to work for, then?"e;

        MARY: "e;Greater things."e;

        ROXANA: "e;There's no flavour in those greater things. No
     flavour. No flavour at all. These airmen--they will conquer
     the world. And then we shall conquer them--lean and stern and
     sober though they are."e;

        MARY: "e;If I thought that was all we could do--"e;

        ROXANA: "e;It is all we can do. Haven't you learnt anything
     from marriage with Richard?"e;

        Mary looks at her, detesting her. But she finds herself at
     a loss for an argument.
        The noise of an aeroplane is heard growing rapidly louder.
     They turn to the window and look out. They become excited.
        They crane up at an aeroplane circling overhead. It makes
     a great old-fashioned roar.

        ROXANA: "e;Look! It's your Richard, he's flying at last."e;

     The aeroplane, flying. In the aeroplane is Gordon at the
     controls. He is satisfied. Behind him sits a rosetted guard.
     Gordon turning the machine round. Then a long shot of
     Everytown far below. The machine flies on. The guard stirs.
     He protests inaudibly because of the roar of the engine.
     Gordon disregards him. Guard taps Gordon's shoulder, signs
     for him to return and presently, finding no response but a
     cheerful smile, points his pistol. Mutual scrutiny. Guard
     weakly menacing. Gordon points over the side of the cockpit.
     He smiles suddenly, having taken the measure of his man, and
     puts his fingers to his nose. The aeroplane jerks sharply
     upwards, and the guard, no longer pointing his pistol, but
     gripping tight, is manifestly scared.
        Aeroplane looping the loop--then the falling leaf trick.
        Guard's ordeal through all this motion. He drops the
     pistol and grips the side.
        Pistol falling. Hitting the ground and exploding.
        The aeroplane seen flying away over the hills.

        "e;And so I got away,"e; says Gordon's voice.
        As the voice is heard the last scene dissolves into the

     A conference room at Basra, rather like an ultra-modern board
     room. It is bleakly and rationally furnished. Telephones have
     been restored to the world. Through a large open window one
     sees the great and growing aerodrome of Basra with a number
     of aeroplanes coming and going. Far off there is a group of
     smoking factory chimneys. It is a sudden contrast to the
     general ruinousness that has prevailed throughout this film
     since the war sequence. A dozen young and middle-aged men sit
     at the table indifferent to these familiar activities
     outside, and Gordon stands talking--too excited to sit.

        GORDON: "e;And so I got away. That is where you will find
     Cabal. The Boss of Every town is a violent Tough--he may do
     anything. There is no time to lose."e;

        A MIDDLE-AGED MAN: "e;Certainly, there is no time to lose.
     Half squadron A is ready now. You ready to go with them,

        GORDON: "e;Gordon, sir."e;

        The middle-aged man begins to dial a telephone.

        A YOUNG MAN: "e;This gives us a chance of trying this new
     anaesthetic, the Gas of Peace... I wish I could go..."e;

        Wipe off to next scene.

     The Boss's bedroom. It is a large untidy room furnished with
     the best loot of the district. The Boss is in deshabille, and
     has just got out of bed. He is still heavy with sleep. With
     him is Burton and by the door stands a messenger.

        BURTON: "e;At last we have definite news."e;

        BOSS: "e;What is it?"e;

        An attendant brings in a tray of breakfast, and sets it on
     the table.

        BURTON: "e;Gordon didn't fall into the sea. He got away. A
     fishing boat saw him making the French coast. Perhaps he
     reached his pals."e;

        BOSS, disagreeably: "e;Well?"e;

        BURTON: "e;He'll be coming back. He'll be bringing the
     others with him."e;

        Attendant leaves.

        The BOSS is waking up slowly and is very peevish: "e;Curse
     this Air League. Curse all airmen and gas men and machine
     men! Why didn't we leave their machines and chemicals alone?
     I might have known. Why did I tamper with flying?"e;

        BURTON: "e;Well, we needed aeroplanes--against the Hill
     State. Somebody else would have started in again with
     aeroplanes and gas and bombs if we hadn't. These people would
     have come interfering anyhow."e;

        BOSS: "e;Why was all this science ever allowed? Why was it
     ever let begin?"e; He turns listlessly to his breakfast. He
     begins again: "e;Science!--it's the enemy of everything that is
     natural in life. I dreamt of those chaps in the night. Great
     ugly inhuman chaps in black. Half like machines. Bombing and

        BURTON: "e;I guess they'll come bombing, all right."e;

        BOSS: "e;Then we'll fight 'em. Since Gordon got away I've
     had one or two of the air boys to see me. Those boys have
     guts. They can do something still."e;

        He walks up and down devouring a piece of bread. "e;We'll
     fight 'em. We'll fight 'em. We've got hostages.... I'm glad
     now we haven't shot them anyhow. I wonder if that fellow
     Harding.... Of course! He can tell us what to do about this
     gas. If we have to wring his arm off and knock half his teeth
     down his throat to make him do it. Get him--get him."e;

        Burton at door shouting for men and giving orders.

        The BOSS is gathering courage and takes his food with
     greater gusto: "e;They have to come to earth some time. What is
     this World Communications? A handful of men like ourselves.
     They're not magic."e;

     A row of old and worn-out aeroplanes in front of a battered
     hangar. A number of very young inexperienced-looking pilots
     stand before them. The Boss is inspecting them. Roxana is
     beside him.

        The BOSS begins his speech: "e;To you I entrust these good,
     these tried and tested machines. You are not mechanics--you
     are warriors. You have been taught not to think, but to do--
     and--if need be, die. I salute you--I, your leader."e;

        The boy pilots go off rather reluctantly to their machines
     and start them up. It is an almost "e;Heath Robinson"e; scene of
     our contemporary (1935) machines in the last stage of decay
     and patch-up.
        A very long shot of a new type of air bomber flying with a
     sort of remorselessness--in contrast with the hops and
     misbehaviour of the Boss's machines. It is Gordon returning.
     Two other big bombers follow, low down in the sky.
        This machine has a distinctive throb of its own which
     should mingle with the menace of the music.
        Closer shots of parts of this great bomber. Aviators
     (three men and two women) stand about looking down on the
     world. One is Gordon. Gordon is anxious.

     A large cavernous space arched over by the girder of a fallen
     building. It looks out upon suburban ruins and a distant
     hillside. The Boss is with Burton and Roxana and his staff.
     The Boss studies the familiar skyline through binoculars.
     Guards bring in Mary and Harding. The Boss turns to them.

        BOSS: "e;What do you know about these Air League people?
     Have they gas? What sort of gas?"e;

        HARDING: "e;I know nothing of gas."e;

        BOSS: "e;Here, where are the masks?"e;

        Two boys appear with a job lot of masks--caricatures of
     existing types.

        BOSS: "e;Tell us about these masks, anyhow."e;

        Harding examines a mask and tears it and throws it down.
     "e;Rotten! No use at all."e;

        BOSS: "e;What gas have they got?"e;

        HARDING: "e;Gas war isn't my business."e;

        BOSS: "e;Well, they can't gas us when you are here anyhow."e;

        BURTON, in dismay: "e;Here they are. Listen. They're coming

        The strange recognisable throb of Gordon's aeroplane is
     heard and the music that accompanies it, gradually getting

        The BOSS rushes forward and looks up with his binoculars:
     "e;Clumsy great things! Our boys will have them down in five
     minutes. They're too clumsy. What!--only six of us up. Where
     are the rest of our fellows?"e;

        Sudden consternation of the group at something unseen. A
     machine falls in flames and crashes in the distance.

        BOSS: "e;Go on--up at him."e;

        A loud report. Far off another aeroplane crashes in

        ROXANA: "e;Poor boy--it's got him."e;

        BOSS: "e;They're both coming down. Cowards!"e;

        ROXANA: "e;But they can't use gas--how can they use gas?--
     when we have the hostages."e;

        The BOSS turns and looks at the hostages. "e;Ah! the
     hostages! I'm not done yet. Lead them out--there. Tie 'em up.
     Out there in the open. Where they can be seen."e;

        Guards take Mary and Harding out to the open and tie them
     up to two posts. Closer shot of Mary and Harding being tied
     to the posts. They look at one another with steady eyes. Then
     they look up at the sky.

        The BOSS comes over to them, brandishing his pistol. He
     shouts up to the sky: "e;Come down, or I shoot them. Are you
     bombing your own hostages? Come down or I shoot."e;

        He remembers Cabal. "e;Where's the other fellow? He's the
     Prize Hostage. He's the best of all. They'll know him. Four
     of you--go and fetch him...."e;

        A deep soft thud and a bomb explodes some distance off.
     The sound the bomb makes is not a sharp explosive report; it
     is more like the whoof of a puff of steam.

        A SOLDIER cries out: "e;Is it gas?"e;

        The BOSS waves his pistol at Mary and Harding. "e;You
     anyhow, shall die before I do."e; Roxana stands near him.
     Another bomb thuds nearer. The Boss points his pistol at
     Harding with an expression of desperate resolution, but
     Roxana knocks it up as he fires.

        BOSS: "e;You turn against me?"e;

        ROXANA: "e;Don't you see--he's beaten you. Look!"e;

        Soldiers in the distance are seen staggering and falling.
        The gas this time is transparent, and is available only as
     a sort of shimmering heat haze. The foreground now is still
     perfectly clear, but the middle distance is flickering.

        ROXANA rushes to Mary and clings to her: "e;Mary--I never
     did you any harm. I saved your father. I saved you. Couldn't
     you call up to your man--to stop this..."e;

        Crescendo of whoofs close at hand. Whoof. Whoof. WHOOF.
     The gas increases and creeps nearer and nearer. The picture
     concentrates on the face of the Boss.
        The Boss looks with amazement at his men gradually
     succumbing to the gas. He starts and pulls himself together.

        BOSS: "e;Shoot them--what are you all doing--why don't you
     move. I won't have it like this. What's happening? Everything
     is going swimmy! Everything is swimming."e;

        He wipes his hand across his eyes as if he can no longer
     see or think distinctly. He wipes his mouth and rubs his
     eyes. His face is suddenly distorted in a last violent effort
     to resist the gas.
        The flicker of the gas is now all over the screen. The
     flickering becomes violent so that it is as if one saw the
     face of the Boss through disturbed water.

        BOSS: "e;Shoot, I say! Shoot. Shoot. We've never shot enough
     yet. We never shot enough. We spared them. These
     intellectuals! These contrivers! These experts! Now they've
     got us. Our world or theirs. What did a few hundreds of them
     matter? We've been weak--weak. Kill them like vermin! Kill
     all of them!... Why should I be beaten like this? Weakness!
     Weakness! Weakness is fatal.... Shoot!"e;

        The flickering broadens out to a swirling dissolve of
     outwardly moving circles.
        The dark figure of Cabal appears through the swirl. He is
     wearing his great mask again and there is no sign of collapse
     about him.

        CABAL: "e;Your sentries seem to have gone to sleep. So I
     came out.... All the town is going to sleep.... You made us
     do it."e;

        Abruptly the picture becomes clear again. The Boss sprawls
     headlong as it does so. As he becomes insensible you are no
     longer supposed to see things with his eyes. He falls exactly
     at the moment when the swirling ends. The tall black figure
     of Cabal now stands up in the foreground.
        All the rest are lying insensible before him....

        CABAL: "e;And now for the World of the Airmen and a new
     start for mankind."e;

        The camera pauses at the side of Cabal so that only the
     side of his head and shoulders and arm frame the picture. You
     do not get Cabal all in the picture again. You see the
     profile of his mask and his black arm and hand.
        Mary is in a sitting position at the foot of the post to
     which she was tied and Roxana is grouped very gracefully
     across her feet. The Boss sprawls on his face in the
     foreground with his clenched fist outstretched. Harding
     droops from his post. Burton a little further off lies on a
     heap of rubble and beyond are soldiers and attendants. CABAL
     comes nearer to the group. "e;You might be more comfortable,
     Harding,"e; he says, and releases the ropes, lowering the
     inanimate Harding into a sitting position. "e;So."e;

        Then he turns to the two women. "e;Well, my dears, you must
     sleep for a time. There's nothing more to be ne."e;

        He stands looking at them. Close up of the two women's
     faces in repose. Mary is quietly peaceful. Roxana even when
     she is insensible contrives to be attractive. Cabal's voice
     is heard.

        CABAL: "e;Mary. And Madame Roxana! Queer contrast. Madame
     Roxana. A pretty thing and a very pretty thing and what's to
     be done with this very pretty thing? The eternal adventuress.
     A common pretty woman who doesn't work. A lady! She has
     pluck. Charm. Brains enough for infinite mischief. And a sort
     of energy. She'll play her pretty eyes at men to the end of
     hertime. Now the Bosses go the way of the money grubbers, I
     suppose it will be our turn. Wherever power is, she will
     follow. And let me confess to you, young woman, now that you
     can't hear me or take any advantage of me, that considering
     my high responsibilities and my dignified years, I find you a
     lot more interesting and disturbing than I ought to do. Men
     are men, you said, to the end of their days. You get at us. I
     wish we could keep you under gas always. There is much to be
     said for the harem idea. Must you still be up to your tricks
     in our new world?"e;

        The view of the camera widens to take in all the
     slumbering bodies.

        CABAL: "e;The new world, with the old stuff. Our job is only

     Dawn breaking over Everytown. Dawn sky. Vista of a side
     street. Sleeping figures lie scattered about. Gordon and a
     knot of companions, several young airmen and two women, also
     in black leather, come through the ruins. They are no longer
     masked. One of them tears down a rosette flag in passing.

        FIRST YOUNG AIRMAN: "e;They'll sleep for another day."e;

        SECOND AIRMAN: "e;Well, we've given 'em a whiff of
     civilisation at last."e;

        FIRST AIRMAN: "e;Nothing like putting children to sleep when
     they are naughty."e;

     On the outskirts of the town, wondering country people in
     their coarse canvas clothes and sabots are seen coming down
     the hillside against the familiar skyline.
        People coming into the Square which is littered with
     sleepers. Some of the sleepers are beginning to stir. A bunch
     of the new airmen in their black costumes, but not masked or
     helmeted, appear and walk across the scene.
        People staring at the airmen, the backs of the unkempt
     heads very big in silhouette in the foreground of the picture.
        It is decadent barbarism watching the return of

     Return to the council room, the board room, at the aerodrome
     at Basra. Much greater activity is now seen through the
     window. Big lorries are running about. People go to and fro.
     Aeroplanes of novel type are going up in groups of seven,
     squadron after squadron.
        The table is now covered with maps and a group of
     secretaries stand ready to give any help. Costumes, very
     slightly "e;futuristic,"e; severe, and mostly mechanics' or air
        The same council is present, but in addition Cabal is now
     a dominant figure beside the Chairman.

        CABAL leaning over a map: "e;This is how I conceive our plan
     of operations. Settle, organise, advance. This zone, then
     that. At last wings over the whole world and the new world
     begins. More and more it will become a round-up of

     The Airmen's War. Many aeroplanes of strange and novel shape
     rising into the air. They fill the sky. A brief air fight
     between three old normal fighting aeroplanes and one of the
     new aeroplanes.
        Over a ruinous landscape, brigands with flags and old
     military uniforms in flight as the new aeroplanes overhead
     bomb them. The bombs explode and gas overcomes the brigands.
        Sky writing by the new planes: SURRENDER.
        Brigands crawl from hiding places and surrender, hands
     over their heads. Brigands run out from the houses of another
     town as the aeroplanes approach. They surrender.
        The sky dotted with the new aeroplanes. Hundreds of men
     drop from the sky with parachutes. The brigands stand
        A line of prisoners marching. They carry regimental flags.
     They are the last ragged vestige of the regular armies of the
     old order. It is the end of organised war at last. A group of
     the new airmen watch their march-past. Overhead the new
     aeroplanes are hovering.

                                PART X


     The object of this Part is to bridge, as rapidly and
     vigorously as possible, the transition from the year 1970 to
     the year 2054. An age of enormous mechanical and industrial
     energy has to be suggested by a few moments of picture and
     music. The music should begin with a monstrous clangour and
     come down to a smoother and smoother rhythm as efficiency
     prevails over stress. The shots dissolve rapidly on to one
     another, and are bridged with enigmatic and eccentric
     mechanical movements. The small figures of men move among the
     monstrosities of mechanism, more and more dwarfed by their
     accumulating intensity.
        An explosive blast fills the screen. The smoke clears, and
     the work of the engineers of this new age looms upon us.
     First, there is a great clearance of old material and a
     preparation for new structures. Gigantic cranes swing across
     the screen. Old ruined steel frameworks are torn down. Shots
     are given of the clearing up of old buildings and ruins.
        Then come shots suggesting experiment, design and the
     making of new materials. A huge power station and machine
     details are shown. Digging machines are seen making a
     gigantic excavation. Conveyer belts carry away the debris.
     Stress is laid on the work of excavation because the
     Everytown of the year 2054 will be dug into the hills. It
     will not be a skyscraper city.
        A chemical factory with a dark liquid bubbling in giant
     retorts, works swiftly and smoothly. Masked workers go to and
     fro. The liquid is poured out into a moulding machine that is
     making walls for new buildings.
        The metal scaffolding of the new town is being made and
     great slabs of wall from the moulding machine are placed in
     position. The lines of the new subterranean city of Everytown
     begin to appear, bold and colossal.
        Swirling river rapids are seen giving place to a deep
     controlled flow of water as a symbol of material civilisation
     gaining control of nature.
        A fantasia of powerful rotating and swinging forms carried
     on a broad stream of music concludes this Part.

     Flash the date A.D. 2054.
        A loud querulous voice breaks across the concluding phase
     of this "e;Transition"e; music. "e;I don't like these mechanical
        The voice is the voice of Theotocopulos, the rebel artist
     of the new era. His face becomes visible, very big on the
     screen. He speaks with force and bitterness: "e;I do not like
     this machinery. I do not like this machinery. All these
     wheels going round. Everything going so fast and slick. No."e;
        The camera recedes from him until he is seen to be sitting
     at the foot of a great mass of marble. He is wearing the
     white overalls of a sculptor and carries a mallet and a

        A second Sculptor, a bearded man, comes into the picture.
     "e;Well, what can we do about it?"e;

        Theotocopulos, as if he reveals the most obscure secret,

        The bearded man shrugs his shoulders and grimaces
     humorously as if towards a third interlocutor in the

        THEOTOCOPULOS explodes: "e;Talk. Radio is everywhere. This
     modern world is full of voices. I am going to talk all this
     machinery down."e;

        THE BEARDED MAN: "e;But will they let you?"e;

        THEOTOCOPULOS imperiously: "e;They'll let me. I shall call
     my talks, Art and Life. That sounds harmless enough. And I
     will go for this Brave New World of theirs--tooth and claw."e;

        Flash back to date.
        A.D. 2054.

                               PART XI

              The Little Girl Learns about the New World

     A large space, rather than a room, partaking of the nature of
     a conservatory and large drawing-room. There are neither
     pillars nor right-angle joins. The roof curves gently over
     the space. Beautiful plants and a fountain in a basin.
     Through the plants one catches a glimpse of the City Ways. An
     old gentleman of a hundred and ten years or thereabouts, but
     good looking and well-preserved, sits in an arm-chair. A
     pretty little girl (8-9) lies on a couch and looks at a piece
     of apparatus on which pictures appear. It has a simple
     control knob. Some strange pet animal, perhaps a capuchin
     monkey, is playing with a ball on the rug. A doll in an
     exaggerated costume of the period lies on a seat.

        GIRL: "e;I like these History Lessons."e;

        The apparatus is showing Lower New York from above--an
     aeroplane travelogue.

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;What a funny place New York was--all
     sticking up and full of windows."e;

        OLD MAN: "e;They built houses like that in the old days."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Why?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;They had no light inside their cities as we
     have. So they had to stick the houses up into the day-light--
     what there was of it. They had no properly mixed and
     conditioned air."e;

        He manipulates the knob and shows a similar view of Paris
     or Berlin. "e;Everybody lived half out of doors. And windows of
     soft brittle glass everywhere. The Age of Windows lasted four

        The apparatus shows rows o windows, cracked, broken,
     mended, etc. It is a brief fantasia on the theme of windows
     done in the Grierson style.

        OLD MAN: "e;They never seemed to realise that we could light
     the interiors of our houses with sunshine of our own, so that
     there would be no need to poke our houses up ever so high
     into the air."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Weren't the people tired going up and down
     those stairs?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;They were all tired and they had a disease
     called colds. Everybody had colds and coughed and sneezed and
     ran at the eyes."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;What's sneezed?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;You know. Atishoo!"e;

        The little girl sits up very greatly delighted.

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Atishoo. Everyone said Atishoo. That must
     have been funny."e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Not so funny as you think."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;And you remember all that, great-

        OLD MAN: "e;I remember some of it. Colds we had and we had
     indigestion too--from the queer bad foods we ate. It was a
     poor life. Never really well."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Did people laugh at it?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;They had a way of grinning at it. They called it
     humour. We had to have a lot of humour. I've lived through
     some horrid times, my dear. Oh! Horrid!"e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Horrid! I don't want to see or hear about
     that. The Wars, the Wandering Sickness and all those dreadful
     years. None of that will come again, great grand-dad? Ever?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Not if progress goes on."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;They keep on inventing new things now, don't
     they? And making life lovelier and lovelier?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Yes.... Lovelier--and bolder.... I suppose I'm
     an old man, my dear, but some of it seems almost like going
     too far. This Space Gun of theirs that they keep on

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;What is this Space Gun, great-grandfather?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;It is a gun they discharge by electricity--it's
     a lot of guns one inside the other--each one discharges the
     next inside. I don't properly understand that. But the
     cylinder it shoots out at last, goes so fast that it goes--
     swish--right away from the earth."e;

        LITTLE GIRL (entranced): "e;What! Right out into the sky! To
     the stars?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;They may get to the stars in time, but what they
     shoot at now is the moon."e;

        LI1TLE GIRL: "e;You mean they shoot cylinders at the moon!
     Poor old moon!"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Not exactly at it. They shoot the cylinder so
     that it travels round the other side of the moon and comes
     back and there's a safe place in the Pacific Ocean where it
     drops. They get more and more accurate. They say they can
     tell within twenty miles where it will come back and they
     keep the sea clear for it. You see?"e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;But how splendid. And can people go in the
     cylinders? Can I go when I grow up? And see the other side of
     the moon! And plump back ker-splosh! into the sea!"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Oh! They haven't sent men and women yet, that's
     what all the trouble's about. That's what Theotocopulos is
     making the trouble about."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Theo-cotto--"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Theotocopulos."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;What a funny name!"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;It's a Greek name. He's the descendant of a
     great artist called El Greco. Theotocopulos--like that."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;And he makes trouble you say?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Oh, never mind."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;It wouldn't hurt to go to the moon?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;We don't know. Some people say yes--some people
     say no. They've sent mice round."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Mice that have gone round the moon!"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;They get broken up, poor little beasties! They
     don't know how to hold on when the bumps come. That's why
     there's all this talk of sending a man, perhaps. He'd know
     how to hold on...."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;He'd have to be brave, wouldn't he?... I wish
     I could fly round the moon."e;

        OLD MAN: "e;That in time, my dear. Won't you come back to
     your history pictures again?"e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;I'm glad I didn't live in the old world. I
     know that John Cabal and his airmen tidied it up. Did you see
     John Cabal, great-grand-dad?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;You can see him in your pictures, my dear."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;But you saw him when he lived, you really
     saw him?"e;

        OLD MAN: "e;Yes. I saw the great John Cabal with my own eyes
     when I was a little boy. A lean brown old man with hair as
     white as mine."e;

        A still of John Cabal is shown as we saw him in the
     council at Basra.

        The OLD MAN adds: "e;He was the grandfather of our Oswald
     Cabal, the President of our Council."e;

        LITTLE GIRL: "e;Just as you are my great-grandfather?"e;

        The old man pats the little girl.

     The scene should be wiped out by the next presentation, which
     shows a hand and an arm on a table. The arm carries a light
     gauntlet and on the gauntlet is a kind of identification disc
     on which one reads the words: "e;Oswald Cabal, President of the
     Council of Direction."e;
        Such identification plates on the wrists or arms are a
     usual feature of the costume of the period.

                               PART XII

                          The New Generation

     This hand and arm is held for a moment. The fingers drum on
     the table in a manner reminiscent of John Cabal in Part III.
     It is an inherited habit. Then the camera recedes to show
     Oswald Cabal seated in his private room in the administrative
     offices of the city of Everytown.
        The room is of the same easy style of architecture as the
     preceding scene. There are no windows and no corners, but
     across a kind of animated frieze, a band of wall, above
     Cabal's head, there sweep phantom clouds and waves, waving
     trees, clusters of flowers and the like in a perpetual silent
     sequence of decorative effects. There is a large televisor
     disc and telephone and other apparatus on the desk before
        Oswald Cabal is a calmer, younger-looking version of his
     ancestor. His hair is dark and like all hair in the new world
     trimly dressed. His costume is of a white silken material
     with very slight and simple embroidery. In its fineness and
     whiteness and in its breadth across the shoulders it
     contrasts acutely with the close black aviator costume of
     John Cabal.

        CABAL says to an unseen interlocutor: "e;Then I take it this
     Space Gun has passed all its preliminary trials and that
     nothing remains now but the selection of those who are to

        The picture broadens out, and we see that Cabal is not
     alone. He is in conference with two engineers. They wear dark
     and simple clothes in the broad-shouldered fashion of the age
     --not leather working-clothes or anything of that sort. In an
     age of mechanical perfection there is no need for overalls
     and grease-proof clothing. One sits on a chair of modernist
     form. (All furniture is metallic.) The other leans familiarly
     against a table.

        FIRST ENGINEER: "e;That's going to be the trouble."e;

        SECOND ENGINEER: "e;There are thousands of young people
     applying--young men and young women. I never dreamt the moon
     was so attractive."e;

        FIRST ENGINEER: "e;Practically the gun is perfect now. There
     are risks but reasonable risks. And the position of the moon
     in the next three or four months gives us the best conditions
     for getting there. It is only the choice of the two now that

        CABAL: "e;Well?"e;

        SECOND ENGINEER: "e;There are going to be difficulties. That
     man Theotocopulos is talking on the radio about it."e;

        CABAL: "e;He's a fantastic creature."e;

        SECOND ENGINEER: "e;Yes, but he is making trouble. It is not
     going to be easy to choose these young people."e;

        CABAL: "e;With all those thousands offering?"e;

        FIRST ENGINEER: "e;We have looked into thousands of cases.
     We have rejected everyone of imperfect health. Or anyone who
     had friends who objected. And the fact is, Sir--. We wish you
     would talk to two people. There is Raymond Passworthy of
     General Fabrics. You know him?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Quite well. His great-grandfather knew mine."e;

        FIRST ENGINEER: "e;And his son."e;

        SECOND ENGINEER: "e;We want you to see the son, Sir--Maurice

        CABAL: "e;Why?"e;

        FIRST ENGINEER: "e;He asks to go."e;

        CABAL: "e;With whom?"e;

        SECOND ENGINEER: "e;We think you had better see him. He is
     waiting here."e;

        CABAL considers and then lifts his gauntlet and touches a
     spot on it. A faint musical sound responds. He says: "e;Is
     Maurice Passworthy waiting.... Yes.... Send him up."e;

        Almost immediately a panel opens in the wall and a
     slender, rather lightly-clad, good-looking young man appears.

        CABAL stands up and looks at him. "e;You want to talk with

        The two engineers bow and retire.

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;Forgive me, Sir. I came straight to

        CABAL: "e;You ask a favour?"e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;A very big favour, I want to be one
     of the first two human beings to see the other side of the

        CABAL: "e;It means danger. Great hardship anyhow. There is
     an even chance, they say, you may never come back. And a
     still greater chance of coming back crippled."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;Give me credit for not minding that,

        CABAL: "e;A lot of you young people don't mind that. But why
     should you be favoured!"e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;Well, sir, I'm the son of a friend of
     yours. People seem to feel--you ought not to send two people
     you do not know--"e; He leaves his sentence unfinished.

        CABAL: "e;Go on."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;We have talked about this over and
     over again."e;

        CABAL: "e;We?"e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;You stand for so much in the New
     World, the Great World of to-day,"e;

        CABAL is leaning against his desk and thinking. He looks
     keenly at the young man's face. "e;We?"e; he repeats.

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;Both of us. It is her idea even more
     than it is mine."e;

        CABAL'S mind has already leapt forward to what is coming.
     "e;Her idea? Who is she?"e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;Some one much closer to you than I
     am, Sir."e;

        CABAL, quietly: "e;Tell me."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;We have been fellow students these
     three years."e;

        CABAL impatiently: "e;Yes--yes but tell me."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;It is your daughter, Sir--Catherine.
     She says that you cannot possibly send anyone's child, but
     your own."e;

        CABAL, after a pause: "e;I might have known."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;You see, Sir--"e;

        CABAL: "e;I see. My daughter.... Funny that I never thought
     of her as anything but a little girl. Quite out of this....
     My Catherine."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;She is eighteen."e;

        CABAL: "e;A ripe age.... I'm a little--taken by surprise.
     And you two have thought it all out."e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;It's so plain, Sir."e;

        CABAL: "e;Yes, it's plain. It's just. It is exactly as
     things ought to be. Exactly. All these other thousands will
     have to wait their turn.... Sit down here. Tell me how first
     you came to know my Catherine?"e;

        MAURICE PASSWORTHY: "e;Ever since we began to work together.
     It seemed so natural, Sir. She's so straight and simple...."e;

        Cabal and Maurice Passworthy sit down for a talk and the
     picture fades out. Cabal has still to assimilate this novel

     Close up of Cabal. It is half an hour later. He is no longer
     in his bureau. He is standing in a dark recess against a
     gracefully patterned wall. A small clear sound is heard and
     he attends to the telephone disc on his gauntlet. "e;Yes....
     Who is it?... Raymond Passworthy.... Certainly...."e;
        He waits for half a second. "e;Is that Raymond Passworthy?
     Yes. I have been talking to your son for half an hour. Yes.
     He is a splendid youngster.... You want to talk to me. At
     your service.... I am going to see my daughter at the
     Athletic Club. He is meeting her there. He has just gone to
     her. Would you care to walk with me through the City Ways and
     out through the weather?... I'll be with you...."e;

     Scene changes to a view of one of the high-flung City Ways in
     the brightly-lit cavernous Everytown of 2055.
        Here for the first time one sees the ordinary social types
     of the year 2055 at close hand, their costume and their
     bearing. No one is ragged and only one man is wearing any
     sort of working costume. He is a gardener and he is spraying
     some of the flowers. The general type of costume is
     reminiscent of men's costume in Tudor days, varying very
     widely between simplicity and ornateness (see Memorandum
     ante). Some of the young women are very lightly and simply
     clad, but others are more consciously "e;costumed."e; One sees
     also the very bold and decorative architecture of this semi-
     subterranean city and the use of running water and novel and
     beautiful plants and flowering shrubs in decoration. In the
     sustained bright light and conditioned air of the new
     Everytown, and in the hands of skilful gardeners, vegetation
     has taken on a new vigour and loveliness. People pass. People
     gather in knots and look down on the great spaces below.
        The figures of Cabal and Passworthy come walking across
     the foreground of this scene. Passworthy is a finer, fitter
     version, leaner, cleaner and trimmer, of his ancestor the
     Passworthy of the opening scenes. He walks talking with Cabal
     for some paces, with the city scene passing panorama fashion
     behind, and then the two come to a stop, leaning against a
     parapet looking down on the city and talking earnestly.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;I grant you the reality of the progress the
     world has made since the Airmen took control. It has been a
     century of marvels. But cannot we have too much of progress?
     Here I agree is a lovely world in which we are living. A
     little artificial--but admirable at last. The triumph of
     human invention and human will. Comfort, beauty, security.
     Our light is brighter than the sunshine outside and never
     before has mankind breathed so sweet an air. We have got the
     better of nature. Why should we still drive on so urgently?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Because it is in the nature of life to drive on.
     The most unnatural thing in life is contentment."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Contentment! Contentment is Heaven!"e;

        CABAL: "e;And this is not heaven."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;No. Indeed not. When sons rebel against their

        CABAL: "e;And fathers listen to their daughters. We are both
     fathers of rebel children, eh? An old problem, Passworthy. A
     child that isn't a rebel is a vain repetition. What to do
     with our sons and daughters? Fathers like you and I were
     asking that question in the Stone Age."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But to hurl them at the moon!"e;

        CABAL: "e;They hurl themselves."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Desperate young people. Why should they be

        CABAL: "e;Humanity is tough stuff. If it wasn't for the
     desperate young people it wouldn't have got very far."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Anyone who attempts such an expedition must
     be killed. You know that. Lost for ever on that frozen

        CABAL: "e;They're not going to the moon; they're going round

        PASSWORTHY: "e;That's a quibble."e;

        CABAL: "e;They will come back."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;If I could believe that!"e;

        CABAL: "e;The best thing for us both is to believe it."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Why should our children be chosen for a thing
     like this?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Science asks for the best."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But my boy! Always such an impetuous little
     devil. All very well for you, Cabal. You are the great-
     grandson of John Cabal, the air dictator--who changed the
     course of the world. Experiment is in your blood. You--and
     your daughter! I'm, I'm more normal. I don't believe my boy
     would ever have thought of it. But the two of them got
     together. They want to go together.

        CABAL: "e;They will come back together. This time there is
     to be no attempt to land on the moon."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e; And when is this--this great experiment to
     be made? How long are we to have them before they go?"e;

        CABAL (a little disingenuously): "e;I don't know."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But when?"e;

        CABAL: "e;When the Space Gun is ready again."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;You mean some time this year?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Soon."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;In the old days it was different. Fathers had
     authority then. I should have said 'No,' and that would have
     settled it."e;

        CABAL: "e;Fathers have said 'No' since the Stone Age."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;And is there no saving of our children from
     this madness?"e;

        CABAL: "e;But would it be saving our children?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Yes--it would."e;

        CABAL: "e;For what?"e;

        PASSWORTHY (burst out): "e;Children are born to be happy.
     Young people should take life lightly. There is something
     horrible in this immolation--it is nothing less than
     immolation--at eighteen and twenty-one."e;

        CABAL: "e;Do you think I have no feelings like yours? That I
     don't love my daughter?... I'm snatching an hour to-day-
     just to see her and look at her while I can. All the same, I
     shall let her go...when the time comes."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Where are they now?"e;

        CABAL: "e;She is away at the Athletic Club in the hills--in
     training. Your son is there now. Come with me and see them.
     Face to face with them we may not feel just as we do here.
     Anyhow it will be well to be with them a bit.... It's fine
     outside. Will you come--do you mind coming out in the weather
     with me?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Mind? I'm an open-air man. This conditioned
     air may be better for us with its extra oxygen and so on, and
     the light here steadier and brighter, but give me the old sky
     and the wind on the heath, brother, and the snow and the
     rain, the quick changes and the nightfall. I don't really
     love this human ant-hill in which we live."e;

        CABAL: "e;We'll go and talk to the young people."e;

     The next scene is introduced chiefly to give an exterior view
     of the new Everytown. The old familiar hill-contour is in the
     background and quite recognisable, but the old town itself
     under the open sky has disappeared and given place to a few
     terraces and exterior structures. There are unfamiliar
     architectural forms, grass slopes and formal trees. It is
     very tranquil and beautiful, the apotheosis of Everytown. A
     few aeroplanes of novel structure pass across the sky. Cabal
     and Passworthy have changed their costumes to something more
     suitable for the open air, a fabric of the cloth type instead
     of silky wear, and they have cloaks. The sky is cloudy, the
     weather is showery, and in contrast to the serenity of the
     city the sunlight drifts in patches across the scene. Along a
     wide highway flows an almost noise-less traffic of
     streamlined vehicles that come and go through a great
     entrance, far more brightly lit than the world outside.

        PASSWORTHY (with an effort to be easy-minded): "e;Here we
     are up in the weather. Back to Nature. Well, well--don't you
     feel the better for it?"e;

        CABAL: "e;If I did I should make trouble for our ventilation
     department. I'll confess I like the varying breeze and the
     shadows of the clouds--now and then."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;What changes those old hills there have seen
     in the last two centuries. Prosperity. War. Want. Pestilence.
     This New Amazing World. Look at it now."e;

        CABAL: "e;And the changes it has seen are nothing to the
     changes it is destined to see."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Those old hills there. They are the only
     things our great-grandfathers would recognise. I suppose they
     too in their turn will be swept away."e;

        CABAL: "e;All things are swept away in their turn. Blame
     Nature for that, not man."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;There's some open-air people playing that old
     game of golf away there. It's a good game. I swing a club a
     bit myself. I don't suppose you do?"e;

        CABAL: "e;I don't. Why should I?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;It keeps one from thinking."e;

        Cabal lifts his eyebrows.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;It couldn't keep me from thinking to-day
     anyhow. Oh! I can't keep my mind off it! These young people
     of ours! My heart aches. I feel it here.... I'm out of sorts
     with this modern world and all this progress. I suppose our
     city is all very fine and vital, and the countryside trimmer
     and lovelier--if you like--than it was in the days of
     competition and scramble. I suppose there is hardly a bramble
     or a swamp or a thicket left in the world. Why can't we rest
     at this? Why must we go on--and go on more strenuously than

        CABAL: "e;Would you stop all thinking and working for ever

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Oh, not exactly that."e;

        CABAL: "e;Then what do you mean? A little thinking but not
     very much? A little work but nothing serious?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Well, Moderation. Go on if you like--but go

        CABAL: "e;You think I drive? That my sort drives?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;If you must have the truth--yes--you drive--

        CABAL: "e;No. Nature drives. She drives and kills. She is
     man's mother, and she is his incessant enemy. She bears all
     her children in hate and struggle. Beneath this surface of
     plenty and security she is still contriving mischief. A
     hundred years ago she did her best with what she found in us,
     to keep our hands and hearts turned against each other and
     make us destroy ourselves by war. She added her own peculiar
     little contribution to that--the pestilence. Well, we won
     that battle. People forget already how hardly it was won. Now
     she wants to turn our very success against us, tempt us to be
     indolent, fantastic, idlers and pleasure-lovers--betraying
     ourselves in another fashion. A hundred years ago men like
     you said that war didn't matter, and it was my sort had to
     end it. And now you say going on doesn't matter. Life
     couldn't be better. Let the new generation play--waste the
     life that is in them.... A planet-load of holiday makers,
     spinning to destruction. Just a crowning festival before the

     The Hall of the Athletic Club. It is a glazed loggia, a half
     out-of-doors place, and it has immense windows of flexible
     glass. Outside are water chutes down which athletes (of
     either sex) flash with great swiftness. What they do is not
     very clear. It is as if they skied down a waterfall. You get
     only a dim impression of people flashing by and of rushing
     water and a rocky waterfall. A few spectators stand within
     the loggia, and there is a coming and going of young athletes
     and visitors. Cabal and Passworthy enter. They approach one
     of the immense windows. A spectator stands there already. The
     spectator follows excitedly the feats outside. He leans
     against the glass. The flexible glass gives to the pressure
     and produces a distorted view of the rocky scene outside.
     Then as the spectator withdraws his hand the window adjusts

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Here again every day someone is injured or
     killed! Why should anyone be killed?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Everything is done to eliminate the clumsy ones
     before an accident occurs. But how are we to save the race
     from degeneration unless this sort of thing goes on?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;My God! Look at that fellow--"e;

        Several spectators rush to the windows.

        CABAL: "e;He's all right."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;And here they are!"e;

        He directs Cabal's attention towards the doorway. From the
     doorway Catherine Cabal and Maurice Passworthy approach Cabal
     and Passworthy.
        The two young people are now both in athletic costumes,
     very light, revealing their graceful young bodies. Catherine
     Cabal is a little slighter than Maurice, pretty but
     determined. They come forward to greet their parents, a
     little shyly. Maurice halts. Catherine goes up to her father,
     looks him in the eyes for a moment, is satistied by what she
     sees there, and kisses him. He holds her to him for a moment
     and then releases her. Neither says a word.

        PASSWORTHY (trying to take things lightly): "e;Well, young
     people. What have you been doing?"e;

        MAURICE: "e;Just a turn at the water chutes. No time for
     anything else."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;How many killed to-day?"e;

        MAURICE: "e;No one. One fellow slipped and broke his thigh--
     but he's being taken care of. He'll be well in a week. I just
     missed him as he fell. Or I might have come a cropper too."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Isn't life dangerous enough without doing
     these things?"e;

        MAURICE: "e;My dear Father, it isn't nearly dangerous enough
     for a properly constituted animal. Since the world began life
     has been living by the skin of its teeth. It's used to it and
     it's built that way. And that's what's the matter with us

        PASSWORTHY: "e;That's your philosophy, Cabal. My boy has
     learnt his lesson."e;

        CABAL: "e;Not my philosophy. The philosophy of the new


        CATHERINE, unable to remain uncertain any longer: "e;Father,
     are we to go?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Yes--you are to go."e;

        CATHERINE: "e;It is announced?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Yes."e;

        PASSWORTHY, dismayed: "e;It's announced?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Why not?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But--my son!"e;

        CABAL: "e;The boy is of age. He has volunteered."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But I want to talk it over first. I want to
     talk it over. Why have you announced it so soon? Anyhow there
     is still plenty of time to talk it over."e;

        A pause. Very intense scrutiny of faces. Catherine and
     Maurice look at each other and then at their parents.

        MAURICE: "e;Not so very long now, Father."e;

        Catherine seems about to speak but does not do so.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;I suppose we have some months yet."e;

        CATHERINE: "e;It is just one month and three days.
     Everything is ready now."e;

        MAURICE: "e;We could go now. The moon is coming into the
     right position even while we are talking. But they are
     waiting a month longer. To make sure."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;You are going in four weeks! Four weeks! I
     forbid it!"e;

        CABAL: "e;I thought--"e;

        MAURICE: "e;No, it's all arranged."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;That man Theotocopulos is right. This thing
     mustn't be. It is human sacrifice. Maurice my son!"e;

        Cabal takes his arm.

        CABAL: "e;There is still a month and more ahead of us. Let
     us talk it over calmly, Passworthy. There is a month yet.
     This is a shock to you. It was a shock for me. But perhaps it
     is less dreadful--and something greater--than you think.
     Consider it for a day or so. Let us all dine to-gether--let
     us meet in three days' time, and tell each other plainly all
     that we have in our minds."e;

     CABAL is shown in close-up with Passworthy: "e;I won't come
     back to the city with you. There is someone else to whom I
     must talk. I have to talk."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;No one is as closely interested as we are."e;

        CABAL: "e;I don't know. She has a kind of claim. Many people
     would say it was as strong a claim as ours."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;And who is that?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Catherine's mother. The woman who used to be my
     wife.... Didn't you know I had a wife? Or do you think
     Catherine came suddenly out of my head? Like Pallas Athene? I
     had a wife and she was very much a woman and we parted years

     Evening passes to twilight. After-sunset glow in the sky. A
     terrace with clipped yew trees (new type of yew) looking out
     over a wide landscape with the sea in the distance. Standing
     out against the sea is a huge heavy mortar-like structure.
     This is the Space Gun. It is our first sight of this. It
     crouches monstrously, dwarfing every other detail in the
     landscape. A certain mistiness enhances, if anything, its
     portentous dimensions.
        An aeroplane sweeps down and its shadow passes across the
        A momentary glimpse is given of Cabal descending from the
     plane he has flown to this place. Then the camera returns to
     the terrace to await him.
        Cabal enters and walks slowly to the terrace balustrade.
     He stands musing, looking at the Space Gun. His hands are
     behind his back. So he remains for some moments.
        He turns at a footfall and Rowena enters. Rowena is the
     descendant of Roxana, the favourite of the Boss of Everytown
     in 1970, just as Oswald Cabal is the descendant of John
     Cabal. She is physically like her prototype--the part is
     played by the same actress--but she has none of the arms-
     akimbo dash of her ancestress. She is better bred. She is
     dressed much more beautifully and with nothing of Roxana's
     sluttish magnificence, and her gestures are well under

        ROWENA: "e;And so at last I am permitted to see you again."e;

        CABAL: "e;You heard the news quickly, Rowena."e;

        ROWENA: "e;It is all over the world now."e;

        CABAL: "e;Already?"e;

        ROWENA: "e;On the air everywhere. The whole world talks of
     nothing else. Why have you done this thing to me? Our

        CABAL: "e;I did not do this to you. She determined to go.
     What do you want with me?"e;

        ROWENA: "e;You are a monster. You and your kind are
     monsters. Your science and your new orders have taken away
     your souls and put machines and theories in the place of
     them. It is well I left you when I did."e;

        CABAL: "e;And you have come here--you have insisted on
     seeing me in order to tell me that--now."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Not only that. I forbid you to send our daughter
     on this mad expedition."e;

        CABAL: "e;Our daughter! My daughter. You left her to me when
     you went away. And she goes--of her own free will."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Because you have poisoned her mind. She, I
     suppose, is one of the new sort of women just as you are one
     of the new sort of men. Do you think I do not care for her,
     simply because you have never let me see her?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Usually you have been on the other side of the
     earth. Love-hunting."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Reproach me! All the same I care. Who left me
     love-hungry?... Cabal, have you no pity? Have you no
     imagination? If I cannot forbid--well, then I implore. Think
     of that body of hers--scarcely more than a child's body--
     crushed, broken, frozen!"e;

        CABAL: "e;I won't. One can think too much of bodies,

        ROWENA: "e;Hard you are and terrible. What are you doing
     with life, Cabal?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Soft you are and sensuous. What are you doing with

        ROWENA: "e;You turn it to steel."e;

        CABAL: "e;You fritter it away."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Who made me fritter it away? I have been wanting
     to meet you face to face for years, and have this out with
     you. I hated leaving you. But you made life too high and hard
     for me."e;

        CABAL: "e;I hated your going. But you made life too
     distracted and vexatious for me. I loved you--but loving you
     was an all-time task. I had work to do."e;

        ROWENA: "e;What work?"e;

        CABAL: "e;The everlasting work of fighting danger and death
     and decay for mankind."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Fanatic! Where are danger and death to-day?"e;

        CABAL: "e;In ambush everywhere."e;

        ROWENA: "e;You go out to meet them."e;

        CABAL: "e;I had rather be the hunter than the hunted."e;

        ROWENA: "e;But if you are hunting danger and death all the
     time, what is there left of life?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Courage, adventure, work--and an increasing power
     and greatness."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Give me love."e;

        CABAL: "e;You left me for that. Poor love-huntress. My love
     wasn't good enough--not flattering enough--not sedulous
     enough. Have you ever found that love of your dreams? Was
     there ever a lover who made you feel as glorious as you
     wanted to be? Could any lover do that? Wherever you found
     love, you gripped it as a child plucks a flower--and you
     killed it."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Have I been anything but human?"e;

        CABAL: "e;No."e;

        ROWENA: "e;I have loved after my nature. Even if at last I
     have to grow old and die."e;

        CABAL: "e;But let me live after my nature. You may want
     love, but I want the stars."e;

        ROWENA: "e;But love too! You wanted human love once, Cabal."e;

        CABAL: "e;I wanted my work more."e;

        ROWENA: "e;But isn't that girl of ours at least human? As I
     am? Isn't she entitled to the freshness of life--to the
     novelty of life? Is she to begin where you leave off? Suppose
     after all love does come to an end--gets found out? Why
     shouldn't she have her years of delusion and excitement?"e;

        CABAL: "e;And end in futility? Left behind by all your
     loving? Painted? In an imitation of youth? Clinging to

        ROWENA: "e;Oh you can sting. Which of the two is futility?
     To obey your impulses or deny them? That girl, I tell you, is
     a human being, and she has to follow the human way. She's a

        CABAL: "e;Not one of the old son, Rowena. Not of your sort.
     Do you think that everything else in human life is going to
     alter, scale and power and speed, and men and women remain as
     they have always been? This is a New World we are living in.
     It drives to new and greater destinies. And that desperate
     old love story which has been acted and told so often, as
     though it was the very core of life, is almost finished

        ROWENA: "e;And you think she has finished with it?"e;

        CABAL: "e;What do you know of our daughter? What do you
     know, you love-huntress, of the creative drive a woman can
     feel as well as a man? She has loved and she loves; she has
     found a mate and they are driving on together. Shoulder to
     shoulder. Almost forgetting each other in their happy
     identification. She lives for the endless adventure--as he
     lives for the endless adventure. And that is the increase of
     human knowledge and power--for ever...."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Cabal, all men are fools about women. All of
     them. That girl of yours. And your endless adventure! You
     think she is a new sort of woman. There is no new sort of
     woman. She flies off--with her lover. Well, what sort of
     woman wouldn't--old sort or new sort? What could be more

        CABAL: "e;Anyhow she shall fly off."e;

        ROWENA: "e;The new sort of man seems to me to be very like
     the old sort of mule. Now tell me, tell me, if men are going
     to give themselves to this everlasting adventure of yours,
     what is to become of women?"e;

        CABAL: "e;There's no sex in that sort of adventure. It is as
     open to you as it is to us. Drop the old sex romance. Come
     and work with us."e;

        ROWENA: "e;Work with you!"e;

        CABAL: "e;Why not? You have hands and brains."e;

        ROWENA: "e;You mean, my dear, work for you. There speaks the
     old sort of man asking woman to be his slave. When it comes
     to women, is the new sort of man any different from the old?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Why for us and not with us?"e;

        ROWENA: "e;Because you men have a way of taking the lead and
     getting hold of things."e;

        CABAL: "e;Very well! For us if you like. And why not? Pick
     your man for the work he does, and the powers he has. Follow
     him and be his woman?"e;

        ROWENA: "e;We, we women, are to help and comfort md cherish
     --play the role of handmaid--to the end of things?"e;

        CABAL: "e;If that's how you are made, and it seems to be how
     you are made; why not?"e;

        ROWENA: "e;It isn't how we are made."e;

        CABAL: "e;If you are not made for knowledge and power as men
     are, if you are not made to serve knowledge and power, then
     what on earth are you made for? If you are more than a love-
     huntress, what do you dream you are hunting?"e;

        ROWENA: "e;Oh, we argued like this fifteen years ago?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Fifteen years ago! This argument began before the
     Stone Age."e;

        ROWENA: "e;And it will end--! Will it ever end?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Never for us, Rowena. Never--for generations yet.
     You go your way after your fashion--and I go mine."e;

        ROWENA: "e;And that is your last word for me--you who once
     knelt at my feet!"e;

        Old memories come back to Cabal, a rush of forgotten
     emotions. He turns towards her. He seems full of things he
     cannot express and he says nothing.
        Fade out of the two facing each other in the twilight, man
     and woman, bereaved of all the illusion they ever had for one
     another and still--perplexed.

     Cabal is in his brightly-lit office again. He still wears his
     out-of-doors cloak and he sits down with a certain weariness.
     He turns to the apparatus on his desk. "e;And now let us hear
     what Mr. Theotocopulos has to say about it all. This is the
     time for him."e;

        He touches a button.

        "e;I want to hear and see Theotocopulos. He must be talking
     now upon the mirrors everywhere."e;

        Then the scene is changed to a great open space in which a
     big crowd has assembled before a gigantic screen at the head
     of a flight of stairs.
        Theotocopulos is seen in the midst of a group of friends.
     He is no longer in his sculptor's overalls. He is dressed in
     an ornate, richly-embroidered, coloured satin costume, with a
     great cloak about him which he flourishes dramatically. He is
     ascending by the side of the gigantic screen in comparison
     with which he and his party are quite minute. They glance at
     the crowd and their voices are lost in the general babble.
     They pass behind the gigantic mirror and then suddenly
     Theotocopulos appears in the mirror, vastly magnified, and
     his voice dominates all other sounds. The crowd of small
     figures sways with excitement as he prepares to begin.

        Then the picture goes back to Cabal sitting in his study
     and preparing to listen to the discourse of Theotocopulos.
     The room is silent. Then a confused sound like the sound of a
     crowd is heard and the televisor disc becomes cloudy. Cabal
     makes an adjustment and the sounds and the picture become
     clear together.
        The televisor disc advances so as to occupy the great area
     of the screen. It is framed below by Cabal's head and

        "e;What is all this Progress? What is the good of this
     Progress? Onward and onward. We demand a halt, we demand a
     rest. The object of life is happy living...."e;

        CABAL: "e;One would think the object of life was everlasting

        "e;We will not have life sacrificed to experiment. Progress
     is not living, it should only be the preparation for living."e;

        Cabal stands up, walks a few paces away from the disc, and
     turns to hear more.

        "e;Let us be just to these people who rule over us. Let us
     not be ungrateful. They have tidied up the world. They have
     tidied it up marvellously. Order and magnificence is
     achieved, knowledge increases. Oh God, how it increases!"e;

        CABAL grimly: "e;So they laugh at that."e;

        "e;Still the hard drive goes on. They find work for all of
     us. We thought this was to be the Age of Leisure. But is it?
     We must measure and compute, we must collect and sort and
     count. We must sacrifice ourselves. We must live for--what is
     it?--the species. We must sacrifice ourselves all day and
     every day to this incessant spreading of knowledge and order.
     We gain the whole world--and at what a price! Greater
     sacrifices and still greater. And at last they lead us back
     to the supreme sacrifice--the sacrifice of human life. They
     stage the old Greek tragedy again and a father offers up his
     daughter to his evil gods."e;

        With an impatient movement CABAL extinguishes the
     televisor. "e;And that voice is sounding over all the world. I
     wonder what the world is making of it."e;

        He faces his apartment.
        "e;We might suppress it.
        "e;Make an end of free expression. That would be the
     beginning of the end of progress.
        "e;No. They have to hear him, and make what they can of him.
     But I wish I could be all over the world now, listening with
     every listener. What will they make of him?"e;

                              PART XIII

                            World Audience

     This is a sequence of scenes and passing shots to portray the
     enormous range and the simultaneousness of thought and
     discussion in the new world. The discourse of Theotocopulos
     goes on almost uninterruptedly except for occasional shouts
     and outcries, until at last he comes to his end. He appears
     in different mirrors and in different frames and at times he
     is heard and not seen. But the reality of a single person
     being able to speak to the whole world, so far as it is
     interested and will listen, and the swiftness with which a
     common response can be evoked at the same time in every part
     of the earth where listeners can be found, is made plain.
        We see first of all the backs of a considerable number of
     people who are dining together. They give a glimpse of the
     fashions of 2055, and the tableware of an eating place. They
     look up at a large frame in which Theotocopulos is seen and
     heard talking. The crowd is attentive, but displays little
     reaction to his speech. Then the flash passes to the edge of
     a swimming pool or to the border of a lawn on which a number
     of young people in athletic clothing applaud a wrestler who
     has just put down an antagonist. A man stands up and switches
     on a televisor and everybody listens. Some of them mutter
     comments to each other and opinion is divided. Then one
     passes to a number of scientific people working in a
     laboratory. Theotocopulos is seen talking on the televisor.
     One man is irritated and says: "e;Oh, stop his nonsense."e;
     Theotocopulos is switched off. Then an Oriental young woman
     with a fan, reclining indolently on a couch under a window
     that looks out upon palms, listens gravely to an oval
     televisor on which Theotocopulos continues his speech. Then
     there is a mountain hut with a glass window giving upon a
     violent snowstorm. Two workers in arctic costume occupy the
     hut; one lies on a bed; the other sits at a table and listens
     to the voice. They switch it off. "e;I suppose that rubbish
     appeals to the crowds in the town. What do they know of real
        A group of modellers is seen in a studio. It is large, but
     not fundamentally different from an art studio of to-day.
     There have been no great changes in the plastic arts. In the
     background is the televisor. An artist is focusing this and
     Theotocopulos becomes visible and audible....

        FIRST MODELLER: "e;Hear! Hear!"e;

        SECOND MODELLER: "e;No! No!"e;

        He turns the televisor off. "e;A man has a right to do what
     he likes with himself."e;

        FIRST MODELLER: "e;Never. That Space Gun ought to be
     destroyed. And now!"e;

        THIRD MODELLER: "e;The things ought to stop. Look!"e;

        He takes up a model.

        ALL: "e;Good for Theotocopulos."e;

        FOURTH MODELLER: "e;But here!"e; He holds up an ugly
     caricature of Cabal. (Laughter.)

     This is the discourse of Theotocopulos which is distributed
     over these scenes.
        "e;These people who are so kind as to manage our world for
     us declare that they leave us free to do as we please, they
     assert in season and out of season that never has there been
     such freedom as we have to-day. And as the price of this
     limitless freedom we enjoy, they ask us to ignore the hard
     and dreadful persistence of their own inhuman researches. But
     is our freedom really the freedom they pretend it is? Is a
     man free who cannot protest at what he sees and hears? We
     want the freedom to arrest. We want the freedom to prevent.
     Have they the right to use the resources of this world to
     torment us by the spectacle of their cruel and mad
     adventures? Have they the right to mar the very peace of our
     starry heavens by human sacrifices?
        "e;In the old days, as we all know, there lay deep dark
     shadows on the happiness of men, and these shadows were
     called religions. You have heard of them. Puritanism and the
     mortification of the flesh, shaven heads and cropped spirits.
     Thou shalt and Thou shalt not, oppressing the free hearts of
     men. You have learnt about these tyrannies of the spirit in
     your histories. Those old religions were bad enough with
     their sacrifices and vows--their horrible celibacy, their
     gloomy chantings, their persecutions and inquisitions. We
     thought we were free of religions for ever. But have they
     really left us--or have they merely adopted new names and
     fresh masks? I tell you this science and exploration of
     theirs is no more and no less than the spirit of self-
     immolation returning to the earth in a new disguise. No more
     and no less. It is the old black spirit of human subjugation,
     love, the pitiless monster, coming back in the midst of our
     freedom and abundance--the old dark seriousness--the stern
     unnecessary devotions. What has brought it back? Why have we
     all this insistence on duty and sacrifice for the young, on
     discipline, self-restraint and strain now? What is the need
     for it now? What does it mean? What does it portend? Make no
     mistake about it! The servitudes they put upon themselves to-
     day they will impose upon the whole world to-morrow. Is man
     never to rest, never to be free? A time will come when they
     will want more cannon fodder for their Space Guns--when you
     in your turn will be forced away to take your chance upon
     strange planets and in dreary and abominable places beyond
     the friendly stars. I tell you we must stop this insensate
     straining towards strange and inhuman experiences--and we
     must stop it now. I say; an end to this Progress. Make an end
     to Progress now. We are content with the simple sensuous,
     limited, lovable life of man and we want no other. Between
     the dark past of history and the incalculable future let us
     snatch to-day--and live. What is the future to us? Give the
     earth peace and leave our human lives alone."e;

     A phosphorescent drusy cavity deep in the earth. A drusy
     cavity is a cavity in a rock into which minerals have been
     free to crystallise for immemorial ages. There are big dark
     and light crystals in crowded confusion. Into this the nose
     of a borer pierces its way laterally and comes to a stop. It
     withdraws and two young men and a girl, in shiny, white,
     close-fitting clothes with glow lamps on their foreheads,
     creep into the cavernous space.

        FIRST YOUNG MAN: "e;Here we are ten miles below the suface.
     And no molten rock but instead this Aladdin's cave."e;

        THE GIRL: "e;And precious stones! What wouldn't my great-
     grandmother have given for them!"e;

        SECOND YOUNG MAN: "e;I wonder what is going on up above."e;

        He is carrying a small televisor on his chest in the
     position of a breast-pocket and he swings it into position to
     look at it. The others look also over his shoulder. The
     televisor shows Theotocopulos bowing and turning away. Sound
     effect: a rush of applause.

        THE GIRL: "e;It's Theotocopulos. He's finished. But we know
     what he had to say. We have heard it all before. Is there
     anything else?"e;

        FIRST YOUNG MAN: "e;This Theotocopulos is an old imbecile."e;

        SECOND YOUNG MAN: "e;The dear little children are not to
     take risks any more for ever. Just play with their little
     painties and sing their little songs."e;

        FIRST YOUNG MAN: "e;And find out nice new peculiar ways of
     making lovey-povey."e;

        SECOND YOUNG MAN: "e;But mind you, that stuff is going to
     stir up a lot of the lazy people in the towns. They hate this
     endless exploration and experimenting. What business is it of
     theirs? It's a sort of envy they feel. It wounds their pride.
     They do not want to do this work themselves, but they cannot
     suffer anyone else to do it...."e;

     The scene changes to the crowd which has assembled before the
     great central screen behind which Theotocopulos has been
     talking. The crowd is dispersing, and we see their faces. One
     man says to another: "e;He's right. The Space Gun is an offence
     to every human instinct."e;

        A WOMAN: "e;If I was that man Passworthy I would kill

        A MAN: "e;It makes me long for the good old days when there
     was honest warfare and simple devotion to honour and the
     flag. Space Guns indeed! What is the world coming to?"e;

        THE WOMAN: "e;I wish I'd lived in the good old days before
     all this horrible science took possession of us."e;

     Three very old men sit in a pretty vine-covered arbour
     drinking and talking. They are hale and hearty. They might
     well be lean good-looking old gentlemen of sixty. Like all
     the people of the new age, their abundant hair is trim and
     neat--but artificially silvered.

        FIRST OLD MAN: "e;To-day is my birthday."e;

        SECOND OLD MAN: "e;And how much is that?"e;

        FIRST OLD MAN: "e;A hundred and two."e;

        SECOND OLD MAN: "e;I'm only ninety-eight."e;

        THIRD OLD MAN: "e;But I score a hundred and nine."e;

        FIRST OLD MAN: "e;Where should we have been a century ago?"e;

        SECOND OLD MAN: "e;Under the earth."e;

        FIRST OLD MAN: "e;Or worse."e;

        THIRD OLD MAN breaks into song: "e;Oh your glasses raise to
     the good old days."e;

        CHORUS: "e;Gout and rheumatics and toothless jaws."e;

        SOLO: "e;That are gone for ever, to God be praise.
               The dark and the haste and the dirty ways.
               Diabetes and body rot.
               Deafness and blindness, the pitiful lot."e;

        CHORUS: "e;Gout and rheumatics and toothless jaws."e;

        THIRD OLD MAN: "e;Of ancient men in the good old days."e;

        They drink to each other.

        FIRST OLD MAN, after an appreciative pause: "e;And that's
     one for Theotocopulos."e;

     A nursery of children. Anno 2055. They play with plasticine,
     draw on sheets of paper (as they do at Dartington), build
     with bricks or run about after each other. There may be a
     Siamese or white Persian kitten in the party or tame red
     squirrels scampering about.

        Two women in the foreground converse.

        FIRST WOMAN: "e;In 1900 one infant in every six died in the
     first year. Now it is the rarest thing in the world for an
     infant to die."e;

        SECOND WOMAN: "e;Was it one in six?"e;

        FIRST WOMAN: "e;That was the best in all the world. That was
     the English rate. And out of every hundred women who bore
     children, three were doomed to die. Think of it: Thousands of
     them every year. Death in childbirth is now a thing unheard
     of. But that was the natural way of life."e;

     A very great scientific laboratory in the year 2055. It is in
     tier above tier in a huge space, so that there are hundreds
     of workers, men and women, mostly clad in white overalls,
     visible. Scientific work has become multitudinous. They work
     at benches and tables. At certain points there are vivid
     splutterings of light. In the foreground two men are watching
     some brightly illuminated globes and tanks in which small
     fish-like creatures are seen moving, not very distinctly.
        Their attention is called to something off the screen and
     there enters a woman carrying a very intelligent-looking
     little dog.

        FIRST SCIENTIFIC WORKER: "e;Hullo! What have you got there?"e;

        THE WOMAN: "e;This is the last word in Canine Genetics.
     Pavlov started this work in Russia, six score years ago. Look
     at this little dear. It can almost talk. It will never have
     distemper. It will live to be thirty, good and strong. And it
     runs like the wind. Wag your tail, my darling, and thank
     Uncle Science for your blessings."e;

        Somebody shouts to the other workers: "e;The Dog up to date.
     Come and look."e;

        Workers on various of the tiers leave their benches and
     come down to see. Others intent on their work disregard the
     excitement. A little crowd assembles about the new specimen.

        SECOND SCIENTIFIC WORKER: "e;We must teach him to bite

        THIRD SCIENTIFIC WORKER, with disgust: "e;Oh!

        THE WOMAN: "e;The dear old world! I suppose you and I would
     have been working in a slum for fourpence an hour. Instead of
     being friends with the very best little dog in the world."e;
     Petting. "e;Ain't it? Yess."e;

        Crowd about the dog.

        FIRST SCIENTIFIC WORKER: "e;Most of us would hardly have
     learnt to read--and we should have been clerks and drudges."e;

        SECOND SCIENTIFIC WORKER: "e;Or out-of-works."e;

        THE WOMAN: "e;And now there is always something new and
     something exciting. Oh! save me from that natural life of

        FIRST SCIENTIFIC WORKER: "e;What is the natural life of

        SECOND SCIENTIFIC WORKER: "e;Lice and fleas. Endless
     infections. Croup to begin with and cancer to finish. Rotten
     teeth by forty. Anger and spite.... And yet these fools
     listen to Theotocopulos. They want Romance! They want flags
     back. War and all the nice human things. They think we are
     Robots--and the drilled soldiers in the old days weren't.
     They want the Dear Old World of the Past--and an end to all
     this wicked Science!..."e;

                               PART XIV

                    The Struggle for the Space Gun

     The scene is an ante-room to the dining alcove where Cabal,
     Passworthy, Catherine and Maurice are to dine. They dine at
     half-past four or five, for dinner has got back to the hours
     it had in the seventeenth century and lunch has disappeared.
     People breakfast, dine and sup, and there is a great variety
     about the meal hours, because there is no twenty-four-hour
     alternation now of light and darkness.
        The alcove is a sort of glazed balcony projecting over one
     of the great City Ways. When the glass is closed, it is quite
     silent. When it is opened sounds come up from below. On a
     couch Maurice and Catherine sit close together, and very
     content with each other. They look up as if through the
     transparent ceiling at something in the air and then stand up
     as Passworthy appears through a small door that leads from

        PASSWORTHY: "e;And so we've had our three days for
     reflection. Haven't you two thought better of it?"e;

        MAURICE: "e;We couldn't think better of it, Father. Don't
     make things hard for us."e;

        PASSWORTHY to Catherine: "e;Where is your father?"e;

        CATHERINE: "e;He was coming here with me, but he had a call
     from Morden Mitani, who had something urgent to say to him."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Morden Mitani?"e;

        CATHERINE: "e;The Controller of Traffic and Order. My father
     waited behind to talk to him."e;

     Cabal's apartment. Cabal is greeting Morden Mitani, who is an
     efficient good-looking man in a dark costume. CABAL says: "e;I
     was starting out to dine in the Cupola buildings. I am
     already overdue."e;

        MORDEN MITANI: "e;Then I won't keep you here talking. I will
     come with you towards the Cupola through the City Ways. It
     will be best like that. There are things I want you to see
     and know about."e;

     One of the City Ways. Morden Mitani and Cabal walk across the
     scene and arrive at a vantage point on a high bridge looking
     down over a great arena far below.

        MITANI: "e;That is what I want you to see."e;

        Far below a little straggle of people is gathering into a
     sort of procession. Camera shot at them from high above. They
     are singing a song of revolt.

        CABAL: "e;What are they doing? Is it some procession? It
     straggles a lot."e;

        MITANI: "e;That's--what do they call it? A demonstration.

        CABAL: "e;But what's the trouble?"e;

        Mitani draws him back behind a pilaster. Other people come
     to the bridge in order to see the crowd below. They do not
     observe Cabal and Mitani.
        Confidential close up of Cabal and Mitani.

        MITANI (in a low tone): "e;That is the outcome of
     Theotocopulos. He ought never to have been allowed to talk on
     the mirrors."e;

        CABAL: "e;The world must have free speech. We can't go back
     on that. People must think for themselves."e;

        MITANI: "e;Then the world will have to have policemen again.
     Just to keep people from acting too quickly on a chance

        CABAL: "e;What can he do?"e;

        MITANI: "e;People are taking him very seriously. They are
     taking him very seriously. They want to stop the firing of
     the Space Gun by force. They talk of--how do they put it?--
     rescuing the victims."e;

        CABAL: "e;But what is this? If the victims choose to go?"e;

        MITANI: "e;Still they object."e;

        CABAL: "e;And if they object?"e;

        MITANI: "e;They will interfere with things. They are making
     --what did they used to call it?--an insurrection. That down
     there is insurrection."e;

        CABAL: "e;Against whom?"e;

        MITANI: "e;Against the Council."e;

        CABAL: "e;An insurrection! I cannot imagine it. In the past
     insurrections were risings of downtrodden classes--and now we
     have no downtrodden classes. Everyone does a share in the
     work and everyone has a share in the abundance. Can mankind
     rise against itself? No. That down there is just--a little
     excitement. What can tocopulos do with it!"e;

        MITANI: "e;He gathers large crowds. That sort of thing is
     going on all over the city. We have no police, no troops, no
     weapons nowadays to keep crowds in order. We thought that was
     done with for ever. 'Rescue the victims from Cabal,' he says.
     He keeps on against you. 'Rescue the victims from Cabal.'"e;

        CABAL: "e;Isn't one of them my daughter?--My only daughter."e;

        MITANI: "e;He says that merely shows your hardness of heart
     --shows what a monster science may make out of a man. He
     compares you with those Greek parents who sent their children
     to the Minotaur."e;

        CABAL: "e;And if I sent other people's children and saved my

        MITANI: "e;You'd be in the wrong with him anyway."e;

        CABAL: "e;But after all--what can he do?"e;

        MITANI: "e;There is the Space Gun out on the seashore. It is
     hardly guarded at all. Nothing has been guarded on this
     planet for the past fifty years."e;

        CABAL: "e;Then you'll have to organise some sort of guard.
     Alter all you have your way-men and your inspection planes.
     That ought to be enough. And if there is much disturbance--
     isn't there still the Gas of Peace?"e;

        MITANI "e;There is none."e;

        CABAL: "e;Is there none?"e;

        MITANI: "e;Officially anyhow. There has been no need of it.
     The world has been orderly because it has been happy, and it
     has been happy because everyone has had something to do.
     There has been no reason to keep any of that gas. There has
     been no use for it for seventy years. But now I want to call
     up the Council and get a sanction to make it at once--and use
     it if need be."e;

        CABAL: "e;Call the Council, but won't that take too long?"e;

        MITANI: "e;Well, I have been anticipating a little. I have
     been having some made."e;

        CABAL: "e;That is right. We can endorse that."e;

        MITANI: "e;In a few hours some tons at any rate will be
     ready and our planes will be ready to distribute it. But
     still--it will take a little time. Some hours, perhaps."e;

        CABAL: "e;That old Gas of Peace. We shall hate to use it
     again. But if the people will not give us the freedom of
     outer space--we shall have to use it."e;

        MITANI: "e;I have your support then in what I am doing?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Fully. Yet all this is incredible to me.
     Insurrection! Against exploration! Mankind turning upon
     science and adventure. Wanting to call a halt. It's a mood,

        MITANI: "e;It is a dangerous mood."e;

        CABAL: "e;It's a fit of nerves--at the thought of stepping
     off this planet and leaping into space. Well--first we must
     save the gun.

        MITANI: "e;That first."e;

        Mitani goes and Cabal approaches the screen.

        CABAL in soliloquy: "e;Have we been making the pace too hard
     for Humanity? Humanity! What is Humanity? Is it
     Theotocopulos? Is it dear old Passworthy? Is it Rowena? Is it

     The dining alcove. Far below, the streets are seen. The meal
     is nearly finished. Cabal, Passworthy, Catherine and Maurice.
     Maurice touches a button, and a plate with fruits arrives on
     a glassy band. Maurice puts the plate on the table. Catherine
     and he begin to eat. Passworthy does not eat. He looks at the
     young people. Presently he speaks.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Isn't life good enough for you here? Here you
     are in a safe and lovely world. Young lovers. Just beginning
     life. And you want to go into that outer horror! Let someone
     go who is sick of life."e;

        CATHERINE: "e;They want fit young people, alert and quick.
     And we are fit young people. We can observe, we can come back
     and tell."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Cabal! I want to ask you one plain question.
     Why do you let your daughter dream of going on this mad moon

        CABAL was sitting silently in thought. Now he looks it his
     daughter and answers slowly: "e;Because I love her. Because I
     want her to live to the best effect. Dragging out life to the
     last possible second isn't living to the best effect. The
     nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat. The best of life,
     Passworthy, lies nearest to the edge of death."e;

        Catherine stretches out her hand to him. Cabal takes
     Catherine's hand.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;I am a broken man. I do not know where honour

        CABAL to his daughter: "e;My dear, I love you--and I have no

        MAURICE: "e;A century ago, no man who was worth his salt
     hesitated to give his life in war. When I read about those
     fellows in the trenches--"e;

        CABAL: "e;No. Only a few men gave their lives in war. Those
     few men were caught in some tragic and noble necessity. What
     the rest did was to risk their lives--and that is all you two
     have to do. You two have to do your utmost to come back safe
     and sound. And you are not the only ones who are taking risks
     to-day. Have we not men exploring the depths of the sea,
     training and making friends with dangerous animals and with
     danger in every shape and form, playing with gigantic
     physical forces, balancing on the rims of lakes of molten

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But all that is to make the world safe for
     Man--safe for happiness."e;

        CABAL: "e;No. The world will never be safe for man--and
     there is no happiness in safety. You haven't got things
     right, Passworthy. Our fathers and our fathers' fathers
     cleaned up the old order of things because it killed
     children, because it killed people unprepared for death,
     because it tormented people in vain, because it outraged
     human pride and dignity, because it was an ugly spectacle of
     waste. But that was only the beginning. There is nothing
     wrong in suffering, if you suffer for a purpose. Our
     revolution did not abolish death or danger. It simply made
     death and danger worth while."e;

        Morden Mitani enters suddenly. He is in a state of intense
     excitement. Cabal stands up abruptly with an anxious face.

        MITANI: "e;Cabal! The gun is in urgent danger. It is a race
     against time now to save it. Things have happened very
     rapidly. Theotocopulos is out with a crowd of people already.
     He is going to the Space Gun now. They are going to break it
     up. They say it is the symbol of your tyranny."e;

        CABAL: "e;Have they weapons?"e;

        MITANI: "e;Bars of metal. They can smash electric cables.
     They can do no end of mischief."e;

        CABAL: "e;Are there no weapons on our side? Cannot your
     traffic control produce a police?"e;

        MITANI: "e;Very few.... We have nothing but the Gas of
     Peace. And it isn't ready. It will take hours yet. There are
     some young people we can gather. We must hold this crowd back
     --at any cost--for a time; until the Gas of Peace can be
     brought up."e;

        PASSWORTHY, at a window: "e;Look!"e;

        Cabal and the rest come to the window. Passworthy points
     to the streets far below. He opens the window. Sudden sound
     effects. Camera follows his eyes from above. Crowd marching
     and singing their song of revolt. Cabal and his party looking
     down. A technical assistant hurries in and goes up to Mitani.
     He speaks but is inaudible. Cabal makes gesture to the
     window, which Mitani closes. Noise cut off.

        ASSISTANT: "e;It is a riot. It is barbarism come back."e;

        CABAL: "e;Who are you?"e;

        Assistant shows the identification disk on his gauntlet.
     Disk with inscription: "e;William Jeans. Astronomical Staff--
     Space Gun."e;

        MITANI: "e;They must go afoot. We have stopped the air ways.
     They will take an hour or more to get there. Even those who
     have started already. And then they will hesitate."e;

        ASSISTANT: "e;That gun must not be broken up. That vast
     piece of work. The pity of it!--if they smash it! When the
     trial experiments have all been made! When everything was

        MAURICE: "e;When everything was ready."e; He is struck by a
     thought; he looks at Catherine. Catherine understands him.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;And if they smash up this infemal gun--then
     honour is satisfied and you need not go."e;

        MAURICE: "e;Oh, Father! Father!"e;

        CABAL: "e;They won't smash the gun."e;

        MAURICE, eagerly to assistant: "e;Suppose the gun was fired
     now? Would the cylinder reach the moon?"e;

        ASSISTANT, looking at his watch: "e;It would miss now and
     fly into outer space. is now five. If the gun is
     fired about seven...."e;

        CATHERINE: "e; could be?"e;

        ASSISTANT: "e;Yes."e;

        Maurice and Catherine look at each other. They understand
     each other.

        CATHERINE: "e;Then..."e;

        MAURICE: "e;We go now."e;

        CABAL: "e;And why not?"e;

        ASSISTANT: "e;That is perfectly possible."e;

        PASSWORTHY cries out: "e;I protest!... Oh! I don't know what
     to say. Don't go. Don't go."e;

        MAURICE: "e;If we don't go now--we may never go. And all the
     rest of our lives we shall feel that we have shirked, and
     lived in vain.... This supremely is what we two are for....
     Father, we have to go."e;

     A tunnel leading out of the city. Effect of mob marching to
     the gun. Effect of mob coming out of tunnel.
        Mob groups from different city entrances collecting
     together and marching to the gun. (This mob, by the by, is as
     well dressed as any other people in the film. It has the
     well-groomed look which is universal in the new world. It is
     not a social conflict we are witnessing. It is not the Haves
     attacked by the Have Nots; it is the Doers attacked by the

                               PART XV

                     The Firing of the Space Gun

     In an aeroplane. Cabal, Passworthy, Catherine and Maurice.
     They are flying to the gun. They look out of the windows. The
     gun is seen in the distance like a great metallic beast
     brooding among the hills.
        Through the windows we see next that the plane is
     descending vertically close to the Space Gun. First clouds,
     then cliff, and then through great girders, cables and
     machinery. The plane comes to rest close to the colossal
     shock absorbers of the gun.
        Mitani meets Cabal, Passworthy, Catherine and Maurice as
     they are getting out of the aeroplane, and they look upwards
     at the gun. The camera reveals the massive proportions of
     this structure.
        The Space Gun, monumental, tremendous, overwhelming. On
     the framework are young athletes who discover Catherine and
     Maurice and hail them enthusiastically. Catherine and Maurice
     go towards their friends. Fraternal reception. Cabal,
     Passworthy and Mitani follow slowly.
        They come to a lift. Cabal and Passworthy stand at the
     entrance. Mitani is beside the door.

        MITANI to Cabal: "e;Go up to the platform. We can guard this

        Cabal and Passworthy enter the lift.
        The lift arrives on a high platform a score of yards or so
     below the level of the cylinder which is to be shot at the
     moon. This hangs at present over the mouth of the gun, and is
     held by almost invisibly delicate metal supports.
        Cabal comes out from the lift upon this high platform,
     followed by Passworthy. Cabal goes to a railing and looks
     down. Camera follows Cabal's eyes and shows the Space Gun
     from above. In the distance are Theotocopulos and his crowd
     advancing through the supports towards the Space Gun. Cabal,
     Passworthy, Catherine, and Maurice stand on platform. They
     look up. The cylinder is seen close above their heads being
     lowered slowly towards the muzzle of the gun.
        The insurrectionary song increases in volume as it draws
        Theotocopulos and his mob appear. They appear at the edge
     of the cliff, they come up against the sky and no
     difficulties in production must be allowed to minimise the
     dramatic effect of their appearance upon the cliff edge.
        They stop abruptly--(the song stops also)--and they stare.
     Shots of Theotocopulos and his crowd staring upward.
        The cylinder being lowered until it hangs at the mouth of
     the gun.

        THEOTOCOPULOS discovers Cabal and points: "e;There is the

        Cries of indignation.
        Camera passes slowly over to Cabal across the framework
     and structures about the gun, giving the impression of a
     great gulf between the two men. The subsequent conversation
     is shouted by means of amplifiers across a great space. These
     amplifiers must be indicated, but not obtrusively.
        Behind Cabal are Passworthy, Catherine and Maurice. A
     young mechanic approaches them.

        MECHANIC: "e;Everything is ready."e;

        There is a moment of tension.
        Catherine takes a quite silent leave of her father.
     Maurice grips Passworthy's hands in both of his in an attempt
     to reassure him and give him courage and dignity.
        Catherine and Maurice turn away, followed by the mechanic.
     A close-up of Cabal shows his face distressfully calm.

        THEOTOCOPULOS (Off): "e;There is the man who would offer up
     his daughter to the Devil of Science."e;

        CABAL becomes aware of these words, and is roused by them;
     he walks to the railing and addresses Theotocopulos: "e;What do
     you want here?"e;

        The picture now passes to Theotocopulos and remains with
     him during the subsequent talk. Cabal is heard but not seen.

        THEOTOCOPULOS: "e;We want to save these young people from
     your experiments. We want to put an end to this inhuman
     foolery. We want to make the world safe for men. We mean to
     destroy that gun."e;

        CABAL: "e;And how will you do that?"e;

        THEOTOCOPULOS: "e;Oh! we have electricians with us too."e;

        CABAL: "e;We have a right to do what we like with our own
     lives--with our sort of lives."e;

        THEOTOCOPULOS: "e;How can we do that when your science and
     inventions are perpetually changing life for us--when you are
     everlastingly rebuilding and contriving strange things about
     us? When you make what we think great, seem small. When you
     make what we think strong, seem feeble. We don't want you in
     the same world with us. We don't want this expedition. We
     don't want mankind to go out to the moon and the planets. We
     shall hate you more if you succeed than if you fail. Is there
     never to be rest in this world?"e;

        The picture returns to Passworthy and Cabal on the
        Passworthy has listened to the dialogue, suffering mutely.
     Now he turns upon Cabal. But he shouts for everyone to hear.

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Yes, I too, ask you, is there never to be
     rest? Never? This is my son. And he has rebelled against me.
     What he does, he does against the instincts of my heart.
     Cabal, I implore you. Is there never to be calm and happiness
     for mankind?"e;

        A tremendous outburst greets his words from the mob. The
     picture passes to the crowd. They begin to move by a common
     impulse towards the Space Gun. We see them first as a flash
     of faces and then from very far off. They are seen then like
     a streaming multitude of ants pouring across the floor of a
     big room.
        The top of the gun with the cylinder in its muzzle.
     Catherine and Maurice stand by a screw door, which resembles
     the window of a liner's port-hole, in the bottom of the
     cylinder. They have special clothes on now, very simple, and
     close to the body. They are assisted by mechanics to take
     their places within the cylinder.
        Flash back to the crowd scrambling down lattices from the
     cliff edge towards the gun.
        Inside the cylinder which is lit from below. Catherine and
     Maurice, hanging to their handfasts, spread-eagle fashion.
     The faces of the mechanics are seen below. Maurice looks at

        MAURICE: "e;Do you want to go back?"e;

        CATHERINE smiles: "e;Hold firm, my dear."e;

        The door of the cylinder is screwed in slowly--gradually
     the scene becomes dark, until it is quite dark, and the faces
     and figures of Catherine and Maurice are lost in the
        The crowd is seen swarming upon the framework over against
     the gun.
        On the platform, Mitani looks down at the crowd and then
     at his wrist watch. He looks up at the cylinder.
        The cylinder from below. It is very slowly lowered and it
     disappears entirely into the gun. Its supports are detached
     and retire.
        The crowd is seen clambering amidst the framework at the
     base of the gun.

        CABAL is seen standing alone. He is moved by his own
     thoughts and feelings to speech. He comes to the railing:
     "e;Listen, Theotocopulos! If I wished to give way to you, I
     could not. It is not we who war against the order of things,
     but you. Either life goes forward or it goes back. That is
     the law of life."e;

        THEOTOCOPULOS dismisses the argument by a gesture: "e;We
     will destroy the gun."e;

        His following shout agreement and resume their scattered
     unplanned advance.
        Cabal and Passworthy are seen on the platform and in the
     background stands a mechanic in front of the small heavy open
     door of a concussion chamber. Cabal leans over a railing
     watching the crowd below.

        CABAL (shouting down): "e;Before you can even reach the base
     of the gun, it will be fired. Beware of the concussion."e;

        He turns back. Passworthy motionless. Cabal pulls
     Passworthy towards the heavy door.
        The mob is seen on the ground swarming about the gun
     supports. People, many of whom carry heavy metallic bars, are
     attempting to injure the big metallic masses.
        A table in an observation chamber. A hand rests by a
     button, waiting. There is a clock dial with a long delicate
     second hand.

        CABAL'S voice: "e;Beware!
        "e;Beware of the concussion."e;

        The crowd hesitates. The noise of a heavy iron door as it
     clangs shut. A silence of expectation. The crowd realises it
     is too late. It wavers and then turns and begins to clamber
     down through the lattices into which it has struggled, and to
     run away in the spaces below the gun.
        The table and the hand in the observation chamber. The
     second hand of the clock dial moves towards a marked point.
     As it does so the finger extends and presses a button.
        Large scale effects of concussion. Gun recoiling.
     Whirlwind sweeping the crowd.
        Theotocopulos, standing out against the sky on a great
     metal girder, is caught in the whirlwind, and his cloak is
     blown over his head. He is left struggling ridiculously in
     his own cloak, and that is the last that is seen of him.
        Clouds of dust obscure the screen and clear to show the
     crowd after the shock. Some press their ears as if they were
     painful, others stare under their hands up into the sky.
        Then the crowd begins to stream back towards the city.
     Shots of them re-entering the city, in a straggling aimless
     manner, and pausing ever and again to stare at the sky.

                               PART XVI


     An observatory at a high point above Everytown. A telescopic
     mirror of the night sky showing the cylinder as a very small
     speck against a starry background. Cabal and Passworthy stand
     before this mirror.

        CABAL: "e;There! There they go! That faint gleam of light."e;


        PASSWORTHY: "e;I feel--what we have done is--monstrous."e;

        CABAL: "e;What they have done is magnificent."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Will they return?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Yes. And go again. And again--until the landing
     can be made and the moon is conquered. This is only a

        PASSWORTHY: "e;And if they don't return--my son, and your
     daughter? What of that, Cabal?"e;

        CABAL (with a catch in his voice but resolute): "e;Then
     presently--others will go."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;My God! Is there never to be an age of
     happiness? Is there never to be rest?"e;

        CABAL: "e;Rest enough for the individual man. Too much of it
     and too soon, and we call it death. But for MAN no rest and
     no ending. He must go on--conquest beyond conquest. This
     little planet and its winds and ways, and all the laws of
     mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about
     him, and at last out across immensity to the stars. And when
     he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries
     of time--still he will be beginning."e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;But we are such little creatures. Poor
     humanity. So fragile--so weak."e;

        CABAL: "e;Little animals, eh?"e;

        PASSWORTHY: "e;Little animals."e;

        CABAL: "e;If we are no more than animals--we must snatch at
     our little scraps of happiness and live and suffer and pass,
     mattering no more--than all the other animals do--or have
     done."e; (He points out at the stars.) "e;It is that--or this?
     All the universe--or nothingness.... Which shall it be,

        The two men fade out against the starry background until
     only the stars remain.
        The musical finale becomes dominant.

        CABAL'S voice is heard repeating through the music: "e;Which
     shall it be, Passworthy? Which shall it be?"e;

        A louder stronger voice reverberates through the
     auditorium: "e;WHICH SHALL IT BE?"e;

                               THE END