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Checkout test on gyroscopic attitude system about to begin.

New stabilizing gyro controls now functioning.

Before proceeding, this should be noted.

In quadrant X35, north by northeast,

one of our space satellites seems to be out of orbit.

Will attempt to track while continuing guidance control system checks.

NELSON: Seaview to Flying Sub. Seaview to Flying Sub.

Come in. Come in.

Flying Sub. Over.

NELSON: Lee, we're in trouble here. Seaview is in danger.

What kind of danger, Admiral?

Listen to me.

The only hope is for you to get aboard and stop them before they can...

Admiral? What's happening there?

Admiral, stop who?

Admiral?

(THUDS)

LEE: Who's there?

Who's up there?

(SHOUTS) Who's in there?

(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)

(NARRATOR READING)

NARRATOR: Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.

NELSON: Mr. Morton, prepare to get underway.

CHIP: Aye, sir.

NELSON: Engineering, Maneuvering,

make all preparations to get underway.

MAN 1 ON RADIO: Engineering, aye.

MAN 2 ON RADIO: Maneuvering, aye.

NELSON: Take her up to periscope depth. We'll level at the rock.

MAN 3: Aye, sir. All ahead one-third.

MAN 1: All ahead one-third. Aye, sir.

NELSON: Up bubble 10 degrees. Blow forward ballast tanks.

MAN 2: Up bubble 10 degrees, aye.

(STUTTERING) Admiral.

Where are you?

Admiral.

NELSON: What's our depth, Chief?

SHARKEY: 310 feet, sir.

Level off at 90.

Aye, sir, 90 feet.

Chief, where are you?

I know you're here. I hear your voices.

But why can't I see you?

Because they're dead, Captain.

Where are you? Who's there?

SHARKEY: We're at 90 feet, sir.

NELSON: Very well, level off.

Aye, sir. Level off.

Level off at 90 feet, sir.

NELSON: Up periscope.

MAN 3: Aye, sir.

Who are you? Talk before I kill you.

Bentley. Jim Bentley.

That's only a name. It doesn't tell me what I want to know.

I'm a UFO expert from the Pentagon.

You're lying.

No, it's the truth. It is!

Why did you try to kill me?

I don't know. I didn't know if you were real or not. If you were alive.

I want the truth.

I'm telling you.

The Navy flew me out here

when you were testing the new controls of the Flying Sub.

Why would they want an expert on unidentified flying objects

aboard the Seaview?

Because a UFO was sighted in this area.

Wanted me to work with Admiral Nelson to identify and contact it.

None of that tells me what's going on here.

Now why did you say they were dead?

Why did you kill me? Why did you try to kill me?

Give me a break, will you?

All right! Now tell me! Come on!

All right. When I first got aboard, everything was fine.

And the UFO was sighted and there was a call to General Quarters.

And there was a flash of light.

And a voice. A big booming voice.

All right. What about the voice?

He said we're all going to die.

That there was no hope for any of us.

And then I...

No, not the stairs. There's a force field.

Bentley.

(BENTLEY LAUGHING)

Bentley.

(BENTLEY LAUGHING EVILLY)

Now hear this. This is the Captain.

I don't know if anyone can hear me.

I don't know who's aboard this ship or what's going on here,

but I do know this, I'm gonna find out.

And if anybody wants to stop me, they better start right now.

(VIBRATING)

MALE VOICE: There's no way out for you now, Crane.

You're going to die.

Who is that?

Where are you?

MALE VOICE: You're going to die, Crane. You're going to die.

All right, Bentley. Where are you?

BENTLEY: To die, Crane. Going to die.

(SHOUTING) Where are you?

(DOOR RATTLING SOFTLY)

(BENTLEY LAUGHING MALICIOUSLY)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Shut up!

(DOOR RATTLING SOFTLY)

Dead.

Get up.

Get up.

(PANTING) What's the matter, skipper?

It's me, Patterson.

You just tried to kill me.

No. No, I didn't, skipper. Not really.

Why did you try to kill me?

I didn't know it was you, sir. Honest.

I saw somebody sneaking in here. I couldn't tell who it was.

And I couldn't take any chances.

Why couldn't you?

I didn't know anybody else aboard was alive.

I was trying to get away myself before I was killed.

That's the truth, sir.

Maybe.

I don't know.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I don't know much about what's happening aboard.

All right. You better fill me in.

I don't even know where to begin.

Try.

I was in the...

In the storage locker, sir. And that was right after we took that...

That UFO expert aboard.

Anyway, there was an explosion.

Where?

I don't know, sir. I only felt it in there.

And I came out to look around.

And there was nobody aboard Seaview.

Nobody, sir. And that's when things started happening.

Like what?

Instrumentation starting to work with nobody there.

Voices, and I couldn't see anybody.

I don't know what's happening, sir. I only know...

CHIP: Control to Missile Room. Control to Missile Room.

There. It started again.

MAN: Missile Room, aye.

CHIP: Estimated arrival time, target X at 0100 hours.

Prepare missiles one and two.

That's the way it was, sir. All over the ship.

Hold it. Hold it.

CHIP: Prepare missiles one and two for firing at 0100 hours.

MAN: Aye, sir.

What is it, sir? What's happened aboard Seaview?

I don't know.

I'm not sure I know who I am anymore.

SHARKEY: All right. You heard the exec.

Let's set those firing controls on the double.

We got to get off this ship.

We've got to get off this ship!

You stay here.

No! No! I'm not... You're staying here!

(PANTING)

All right. Now look around, Patterson.

Tell me what you think is going on here.

(BUZZING)

It's the missiles.

Yes, the missiles. And they're being prepared for firing.

But there's nobody here. Who's going to fire them?

At what? I don't know.

But whoever it is has to be stopped.

Now, Pat, are you with me?

Yes, sir. All right.

Get to the Circuitry Room.

I want you to destroy all the wiring leading to the firing control panels.

I'll try to sabotage things from here, then join you.

Aye, sir. Now move.

(GUN FIRING)

(SOFTLY) Patterson.

Don't bother. He's dead.

Admiral.

You killed Patterson.

Yes.

Why?

For the same reason I'm going to kill you.

(THUDS)

(ALARM SOUNDING)

(GROANS)

NELSON: Now, hear this. This is the Admiral.

We're about to enter into a state of war.

To the Seaview has been given the single honor of firing the first,

and what will undoubtedly be the final shots in this armed conflict.

Our missile countdown has already begun.

Our prime target has been zeroed in.

It will be Washington, D.C.

Washington?

You will be part of the most historic moment

in the long history of this planet.

Your names will be indelibly written in the blazing skies

of our enemies' scorched and devastated land.

Now report to your battle stations, and good luck to you all.

MAN: General Quarters! General Quarters!

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Circuitry Room.

NELSON: Master at Arms, Master at Arms.

There's an enemy intruder aboard dressed in a captain's uniform.

When last seen, he was in the Missile Room corridor.

He's armed and dangerous. Kill on sight. Kill on sight.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(EXHALES)

(GROANING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(AIR WHOOSHING)

Admiral?

Admiral.

What is it with you?

What's going on here?

I'm ready to begin the hearing. Convene the board.

Chip? Chief?

Now maybe I can get some explanation as to what's going on.

Take your places, gentlemen.

Chip, what's the matter with you?

Can't you see me? Can't you hear me?

Before we begin, let's review our tactical situation.

Commander Morton.

We are proceeding toward our firing coordinates at flank speed.

At 0100 hours minus 30 seconds

our missiles will be launched at Washington.

NELSON: Mmm-hmm.

Chief Sharkey.

Missiles are activated, sir. Firing mechanism set.

All controls are green. Fail-safe at war position.

Well, then in 17 minutes

we shall change the course of history.

What's the matter with all of you?

Has everybody here gone mad?

Missiles against the capital?

Changing history?

Master at Arms.

War? What're you talking about? You can't do it!

Gentlemen, these proceedings have been called

because of certain dangerous activities engaged

against the Seaview by our enemies.

A fifth column is obviously operating here.

Now, in order to find out more about it,

I decided to cancel the order to kill on sight,

so that we might be able to interrogate the prisoner before execution.

Mr. Morton.

"Know all men by these presents

"that a state of war currently exists

"between the SSRN Seaview and the United States of America.

"The prisoner's accused of participating in acts of sabotage against Seaview,

"of being a traitor to his ship,

"of acting as a spy in the pay of aggressors opposed to us."

Prisoner, how do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?

Who are you people? What are you?

How do you plead?

You are not Admiral Nelson. You can't be.

How do you plead?

You're not Chip.

You're not the Chief.

(SHOUTS) How do you plead?

I plead nothing!

You came aboard this ship as a spy.

I came aboard as its Captain.

You planned to sabotage the missile firing from the Circuitry Room.

Somebody had to stop this insanity.

You tried to destroy the Seaview by explosion and fire!

No. NELSON: You killed Jim Bentley

in the Missile Room. No.

You murdered Crewman Patterson!

No.

You're guilty of treason, sabotage,

espionage and murder!

No! No! No!

Commander Morton, can you attest as to the truth of any of these charges?

They're all true, sir. I was present as a witness.

You're lying.

Chief Sharkey, can you attest to the truth of these charges?

Aye, sir, they're true. I was personally present at the time.

LEE: You're lying, too.

You're all mad.

Everything's a bad dream.

Prisoner, this court finds you guilty as charged. The sentence is death.

To be carried out at a time and in a manner to be decided by this court.

Master at Arms will prepare the prisoner for further questioning at our leisure.

Gentlemen, this court is dismissed.

You're a fool.

You know, you can make a deal.

Tell them what you know if it'll save your life.

(CHUCKLING)

You are funny, Kowalski. You know it, you're funny.

Okay, Mac, it's your funeral. Come on, up the stairs.

You can think all about it in the brig

while we're blowing Washington off the map.

Nelson reporting.

In exactly 11 minutes and 20 seconds,

our missiles will be en route to Washington.

In exactly 11 minutes and 30 seconds, Captain Crane will die.

NELSON: Attention, all hands.

H-hour is now nine minutes, 10 seconds away.

All personnel are to remain at battle stations until further notice.

No major retaliation is expected from the enemy.

If some minor air and sea units escape the first attack,

they will be summarily dealt with.

Our victory celebration is scheduled to be held at 0600 hours this morning.

NELSON: What else did you expect, Captain?

Don't!

It's the first intelligent move you've made since you came aboard.

Coming here wasn't very logical.

Did you really expect us to leave our weapon circuitry open and undefended?

Who are you?

Don't tell me you're so far gone

that you don't recognize your best friend.

Tell me, who are you?

You've already learned all you have to know.

Now just throw the gun over near the cabinet there.

Throw it!

(LASER POWERING UP)

Captain, it's no use. You can't escape.

I told you it was no good.

CHIP: Circuitry Room, this is the exec.

What's going on down there? Report.

What shall I report to him, Captain?

That you've made your last noble effort?

That the spy, the traitor, the murderer aboard

is about to be executed in the Circuitry Room?

SHARKEY: Admiral, we're approaching firing coordinates.

CHIP: What's wrong in the Circuitry Room? Please report.

I'm sorry, Captain. There's a war for me to fight.

Our little game is over.

CHIP: Admiral, this is Morton.

Automatic missiles firing controls are locked in.

We're about to activate fail-safe. Please report at once.

SHARKEY: All firing controls activated. All instrumentation green.

CHIP: Activate fail-safe.

SHARKEY: Aye, sir.

Fail-safe activated.

Stand by for countdown.

Standing by for countdown. Aye.

It can't be activated.

Only the president can activate...

Bentley?

That's right, Captain, Jim Bentley.

No. Bentley's dead.

Hardly. It takes something as powerful

as this disintegrator to kill one of us.

One of you?

You're an alien.

You came down on that UFO that was sighted just before all this began.

You're responsible for everything that's happened.

And for all that's going to happen.

CHIP: Starting one minute countdown.

Prepare to fire.

SHARKEY: Standing by to fire.

MAN: Sixty seconds mark.

Fifty-nine, 58, 57, 56, 55...

You can't let it happen.

Nothing can stop it now.

Our galactic powers have bypassed your fail-safe.

But why? Why this senseless destruction?

You failed your test.

Test?

Of human response to galactic stimuli.

To see how well you earthlings might resist invasion.

You did well, Captain.

Very well. For a moment we thought you might defeat us.

How can you talk of tests, of galactic stimuli...

MAN: 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 20...

Listen to him, will you? Will you listen?

You're gonna blow the world apart!

Now stop...

MAN: 15, 14, 13... You had your chance.

If you'd succeeded in stopping us,

we would've withdrawn from your world,

but you failed.

Now your world shall be destroyed.

MAN: five, four, three, two, one, zero. Fire!

(MISSILES FIRING)

The missiles are launched, Captain.

Your world's coming to an end.

SHARKEY: Missile Room reporting.

Missiles one and two fired on the mark.

Tracking signals register A-OK.

CHIP: Stand by. Will notify upon target impact.

Standing by, sir.

Don't blame yourself, Captain.

You're a weak race here on Earth.

What difference if you fall to galactic invasion or your own self-destruction?

Self-destruction's no answer to anything. The only thing that...

Self-destruction.

Self-destruct!

You should've known, Captain. We take no chances.

That self-destruct switch was disconnected long ago.

CHIP: Missiles are approaching target area.

Impact anticipated in one minute plus 12 seconds.

Face it.

Your race is neither psychologically nor physically mature enough

to take a place in the universe.

It's just as well you come to an end now.

No. I won't accept that.

There's another way to close the circuits and destroy those missiles.

You can't do that, Captain. You'll kill yourself.

(POWERING UP)

There is your answer, Lee. All the voices were on tape.

And outer server mechanisms tied in provided the weird physical phenomenon.

A guinea pig for the aliens.

I'd have been much happier if it hadn't happened to me.

No, no, no, Lee. Alien force did override fail-safe.

Missiles actually were fired.

Now, someone else might not have been able to abort them as you did.

But there has to be more to it than this.

I was wounded, you turned into robot wiring,

Patterson died, no one was aboard.

It was a complete delusion.

From the moment that Bentley hit you with that force field on the stairs,

your mind was conditioned to all that,

the rest of us being held prisoners down below.

Strange signal on sonar, Captain.

Looks like a UFO.

Better check with Sparks, see if there's any report on it.

Aye, sir.

There is a strange signal.

Moving toward us.

Stand by to sound General Quarters.

Aye, aye.

Combination of weather balloon and thermal layer, sir.

Not a UFO within 100,000 miles.

I never thought I'd be that happy about the weather.

Which reminds me, I wonder...

Wonder what the weather's like in Santa Barbara.

Admiral, why don't we head back home and find out?

(NELSON LAUGHING)

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