Island of Terror

- Morning, Campbell, Peter, Ian.
- Morning, Dr. Landers.

I'd like to mail these people.
More books?
You islanders are too hardy.
I have to keep busy.

You know, you and I
should take up chess.

I've nothing to do either,
except when Andy McCracken

has a drop too much
and tries to brig up the pub.

Why not try talking
to Dr Phillips over there?

He doesn't like company. That's why
he picked this isolated place.

No contact with the mainland.
- He's an odd one.
- Not really,

he's one of the top
research men in the worid.

- Researchers are like that.
- We wouldn't mind a bit of contact.

They don't care about us,
we don't pay enough taxes.

- Right, Constable?
- Speak for yourself, Ian.

- It smells like fog.
- I think it'll be a lovely evening.

If you weren't a newcomer,
you'd feel it.

A newcomer!
I've been here for ten years.

A newcomer just the same.
The cell cultures are prepared,
we can begin.

Are we going ahead without hearing
from Rome, New York, Tokio?

I've mailed them full reports.
They'll start when they get them.

The potential across the cell
membrane must be maintained

during the radiation of the nucleus.
- Is the tritium state complete?
- Yes.