All language subtitles for Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea - S01E13 - The Blizzard Makers.eng

[Wind Whistling]

[Knocking]

[Man On Phone] The admiral just
arrived at Dr. Melton's house.

I see. Then there is no longer any doubt.

Nelson will now talk Dr. Melton into going
with him on the Gulf Stream expedition.

This must be stopped at all costs.

Phone me the moment the admiral
leaves Dr. Melton's house.

Yes, sir.

[Engine Starts]

- He just left.
- Very well.

Put the telephone plan into effect.

- I'll join you in about two hours.
- Yes, sir.

There it is.

Don't interrupt your work, dear.
It's the telephone repairman.

At this time of night?
Something wrong with the phones?

No, sir. It's the blizzard. We're
checking out the whole neighborhood.

All right, go ahead.

If you've got an extension phone,
lady, I'd like to check that out.

Yes. Right this way.

There it is.

[Rings]

[Ringing Continues]

- [Moans]
- [Ringing Continues]

[Coughing]

[Coughing]

[Ringing Continues]

[Coughs] Hello?

Hello?

[Coughs]

She won't stir for at least 10 hours.

Take him away.

[Man] Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.

Starring Richard Basehart...

David Hedison.

Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.

[Wind Howling]

Captain, I've checked Navigation
five times in the last hour.

They swear up and down
we're right on course.

Looks more like the Bering
Strait than the Gulf Stream to me.

- How far are we from the naval base?
- ETA is 0100.

That's less than two hours.

Hope the admiral's still up when we dock.

If I know the admiral, he'll be
waiting right there on the pier.

- You see anything, Kowalski?
- No, sir.

But if I spot an iceberg,
don't be surprised.

Carry on!

In short, Lee, I'm flying
to Washington in the morning.

With luck, I'll have approval
and be back tomorrow night.

Can you be ready to put to sea
first thing the following morning?

No problem, sir.

How about this Washington business?
Do you expect any hitch on that end?

Well, I've learned never to
take anything for granted.

We have a pretty good chance, now that
Dr. Melton has agreed to come along.

Well, we should have.

If one of the world's leading
climatologists agrees with your theory...

why shouldn't Washington?

Yes, Lee. Melton is the
key to the entire project.

With his help, we'll find the answer.

The right frontal lobe
has been circumvented...

and the patient has now
been completely programmed...

with information and behavior patterns.

We'll see. How soon can he be revived?

- At once, if you like.
- Then do it. Do it!

Oh!

Your scalp will be tender for an
hour or so. Don't worry about it.

Dr. Melton?

- Do you know me?
- Frederick Cregar.

That's good. Very good.

Let me show you something.

You see this, Doctor?

Do you know what it is?

This is a man named
Admiral Harriman Nelson.

There's the admiral. What
are you going to do, Doctor?

That was very good, Doctor.
I must compliment you.

Now for the real test. How do I
change or give new instructions?

Just record it.

Dr. Melton, I order you to kill yourself.

Well, well, well. I really
must compliment you, Doctor.

You've exceeded my best hopes.

I'd always been told the more intelligent
the person, the better the subject.

You know, I never really
believed that until now.

Now, Doctor, you've done very well.

But let's not be too obvious. Ingenuity...
that's what we must strive for.

You see, Doctor...

Admiral Nelson believes
that the climate change...

is caused by a shift in the Gulf Stream.

He's right, by the way.

But we mustn't let him discover
the cause of that shift, must we?

Now, uh, what do you
suggest we do about that?

Chemicals?

Take all you want.

My notes and slides, please.

The stuff that was brought from the house.

Impregnated with this mixture...

the material becomes
more and more unstable...

as atmospheric pressure decreases.

Ah. I begin to understand.

In higher altitudes, this
becomes somewhat dangerous.

About 500 feet, it will
explode with great force.

Good.

You know, Doctor, you truly
have a remarkable mind.

The greater the amount
of material we treat...

naturally, the greater
the force when it explodes.

I see. You better hurry now.

You must finish in time so I can get you back
home and into bed before your wife wakes up.

[Car Door Shuts]

- Charles?
- Yes, dear?

Oh, I... I don't know
what's the matter with me.

I slept like I was drugged.

I have to go out.

[Yawns] Now?

Oh, I haven't even fixed your breakfast.

I'm not hungry. Go back to sleep.

Oh, no.

I have to... I have a hair
appointment this morning.

I should get up, but I'm so tired.

Go back to sleep.

- [Knocking]
- Come in.

Good morning. You have a visitor.

Dr. Melton. This is quite a surprise.

I'm sorry to bother
you this way, Admiral...

but I wanted to catch you
before you flew to Washington.

- I brought you something I thought you could use.
- Oh. What's this?

Some notes and slides from my
various Gulf Stream projects.

I didn't think of it until
after you left yesterday...

but it struck me they could come in handy when
you tried to sell the project to Washington.

I'm quite sure they will be.

It was very thoughtful of you.

It's just about time. You should
get started for the air base.

- Right. I hate to run off this way, Doctor.
- Let me drive you over.

- My car is at the pier.
- Fine. We can talk on the way.

- I'll get a crewman for this.
- No, thanks, Lee. I can manage. Come along, Doctor.

Admiral Nelson. Good morning, sir.

You can leave with me if you
don't mind flying in a T-33.

- I'm ferrying one to Washington.
- Good. What's the weather like between here and there?

It's clear and cold. Never
remember seeing snow this far south.

Neither does anyone else, Lieutenant.

- Sir, could I get you to sign this release, please?
- Yes, of course.

Well, I'll say good-bye now, Doctor.

- Thanks for the lift.
- My pleasure.

- Have a good flight.
- I'll see you this evening.

Excuse me, sir. There's a telephone
call for you... Washington.

- Thank you, Corporal.
- You can take it at the ready room desk, sir.

I'll take care of your bag and
see that it's stowed aboard, sir.

I'll try not to be too long, Lieutenant.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Read this.

The admiral?

The jet took off, climbed
to 500 feet and blew up.

Has confirmation come from the field yet?

I'm waiting for confirmation
now. Nobody could survive that.

- I just don't believe it.
- No, Chip, neither can I.

I've been waiting for you, Doctor.

No, your wife is not here.

She had an appointment with a hairdresser.

I took the liberty of letting myself in.

- I've just come from the airstrip.
- Yes, I know.

I heard the first news
flash over the radio.

You did a beautiful
job, Doctor. Beautiful.

Thank you.

And now...

for the final touch.

You know what to do with this?

I'm waiting.

- [Doorbell Rings]
- Stop!

It's these unexpected little
interruptions that give life its flavor.

Don't you agree, Doctor?

I'll be waiting in the bedroom.

[Doorbell Rings]

- [Door Closes]
- [Nelson] I know you weren't expecting this visit, Doctor.

- I'll only be a minute or two.
- But...

But... But the airport... the accident...

That was a terrible thing.

It was a close call for me too.

The last minute before takeoff, I
received a message from Washington...

approving the project...

so I left word for the
plane to leave without me.

That young pilot never had a chance.

O-Oh, you must be badly
shaken. Please sit down.

Thank you. I...

I'm afraid I forgot my bag. Your
notes are destroyed completely.

[Melton] Oh-Oh-Oh,
that doesn't matter.

Admiral, tell me, what are your plans now?

Why...

Why, to leave on our project at once.

You are going, aren't you?

Yes. Yes, of course I'll go.

Good. We'll make all preparations at once.

[Door Closes]

Forgive me, gentlemen, if I tell
you things you already know...

but even the best-informed people...

tend to think of the Gulf Stream...

as an oceanic river of warm water
coursing up the Atlantic Coast.

In reality, though, it's a rather
narrow ribbon of fast-moving current...

which acts as a kind of wall...

keeping the warm equatorial waters here...

from mixing with the cold
Arctic waters along here.

So, naturally, the farther
east this dividing wall moves...

the colder the Atlantic Coast
of North America becomes.

Which is exactly what I believe happened.

Something in this area here
has caused a slight diversion...

of the direction of the currents.

The diversion increases as it moves
northward, producing the freak weather.

Then our mission is to locate the cause of
this diversion and correct it, if possible.

Exactly. We're entering
the critical area now.

I propose we run submerged for the
night to take readings at lower depths.

- Aye, sir. Chip, dive the boat.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Make your depth 200
feet and keep 'er steady.

Rig for deep submergence.

- Navigation reports for the log, sir.
- Ah, thanks, Chief.

[Hissing]

- Sound the fire alarm! On the double!
- Yes, sir.!

- [Klaxon Sounding]
- [Alarm Bell Ringing]

[Grunting]

Kowalski, get him to sick bay.

And break out an inhalator! Fast!

This is the captain. Surface the boat.

And instruct Engineering to
clear all ventilators of smoke.

[Alarm Bell Continues Ringing]

Chip, all clear?

What do you make of this, Captain?

Doesn't make things very
pleasant up there, does it?

Down scope.

- Crack the deck hatch as soon as we approach the surface.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[Coughs] Any explanation for...

[Coughs] how that fire started, Lee?

It was probably some
kind of chemical reaction.

You must have gotten something
from the lab in your clothes...

which ignited by spontaneous combustion.

That doesn't sound very likely.
I don't know how to explain it.

- I don't think you should go up on deck, Admiral.
- Doc says I need fresh air.

I don't know a better way to get it.

[Sighs] Excuse me, sir.
Did you say fresh air?

- We've got tons of dead fish up there.
- Dead fish?

Yeah. They were on the deck when we
surfaced. I saw them through the scope.

They're floating all over the water.

- Curley, get one and bring it down here.
- Down here, Admiral?

- One dead fish.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Bring it to the lab. I'll be there.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[Clicking]

- Radiation?
- Enough to kill every fish in the area.

I'm beginning to see what our great
underwater upheaval must have been.

You don't mean a nuclear explosion.

I'm not sure yet.

- Where are your water samples?
- Right here.

[Clicking]

I see nothing in your report
about radioactivity, Doctor.

Well, uh, I didn't test for it.

The idea never occurred to me.

Never occurred to you?

What kind of scientist are you? How
could you make such an idiotic blunder?

It's inexcusable.

May I remind you, Admiral,
I'm a guest and a colleague...

not an employee.

Sorry, Doctor. Of course you're right.

The main thing now is to trace this radiation
to its source. I'll get started right away.

Doctor, are you all right?

Submarine duty doesn't
agree with some people.

No. No, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired.

Well, don't work too long.

[Clicking On Speaker]

- The count's slowing down again.
- [Clicking Continues]

Try her this way.

Two degrees left rudder.

Come to course
1-5-4, absolute.

[Clicking Speeds Up]

- Steady as she goes.
- Steady as she goes, sir.

[Man On Speaker] Captain, this is Lookout.

Small object bearing 0-7-1,
relative. Range: 1,500 yards.

Radar's been reading the same thing.

- Can you make it out?
- Yes, sir.

Small marker buoy. Seems to
have a whip antenna on top.

No identification number.

Very well. Keep it under observation.

Up scope.

Whip antenna.

Let's have a closer look.

You know what to do. Under no circumstances are
you to stay in the water more than 10 minutes.

If the counter goes past
the red line, return at once.

- Just follow the chain down and report what you find.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[Geiger Counter Clicking]

- It doesn't make sense.
- Well, it's true, sir.

That cable goes right straight
down into the ocean floor.

And the radiation seems
to come from that spot?

It sure does, Captain. I
checked with the counter.

[Morton On Speaker] Captain, Sparks is
picking up a signal...an electronic beam.

Of course!

That explains the antenna.

- Has he got a fix on it?
- The directional finder's working on it right now, sir.

I want a report the instant you locate it.

There's the source of the signal.

Coincides exactly with Radar's report.

There's an island located
there. There's no name though.

There are plenty of uninhabited
islands in this area, Lee.

Let's get under way. I want
to take a look at this place.

What about the marker
buoy? We can't leave it.

We'll just go close enough to put a
party ashore, then lay back here again.

Admiral Nelson, I protest. We're wasting
time. This has nothing to do with our project.

- I don't agree. Lee, get your men ready.
- Aye, sir.

Nobody's home, Captain.

I don't know. The signal comes from here.

There must be some sort of installation.

There's something over there, Skipper.

[Crane] Looks like a shot tower.

There are no buildings around.

What about in there?

- Come on, let's see.
- No, now, wait a minute.

Seagull to Albatross.
Seagull to Albatross.

- Come in, Albatross.
- This is Albatross. Go ahead, Seagull.

We're on shore. No sign
of life. No patrols.

We spotted what could be a nuclear
shot tower, but I'm not sure.

There are some caves around here too.

I'm still investigating. I'll
make a report again. Seagull out.

- Follow me.
- Yes, sir.

[Man On Speaker] Stop right
where you are.! You're covered.

Drop your weapons to the ground.

Drop it.!

[Gunshot]

He's been shot! He needs help!

[Man On Speaker] He needs nothing.

Stop.!

You and your party will walk
straight ahead, hands in the air.

Move.!

Report any further change
in your reading at once.

There must be no hold in this countdown.

[Man Shouts, Indistinct]

Commander Lee Crane, captain
of the submarine Seaview?

And who are you?

The name is Frederick Cregar. Unfortunately,
you dropped in at an awkward moment.

Awkward? For you or for me?

[Man On Radio] One hour
and 40 minutes to zero.

I see you're curious about the countdown.

Good. Good. I like a man
with a healthy curiosity.

What kind of a countdown is this?

It's part of a series of nuclear tests...

designed to produce a weapons
system of unequaled power.

The stronger nations... yours, for one...

frown on such activities among
their lesser sister states.

Fortunately, they won't
know until too late.

I wouldn't count on that.

Oh. Are you thinking of the Seaview
and what Admiral Nelson knows?

If they don't hear from
us, they'll come looking...

and they'll blast you
right off the map, Cregar.

My dear Commander, it so happens that at
this moment your submarine is poised...

directly above the next
bomb we re about to detonate.

In exactly one hour and 37 minutes...

Admiral Nelson and the Seaview
will simply cease to exist.

Skipper, we gotta get a
warning to the admiral.

How? They took our shortwave.

And I don't see much chance
of busting out of here.

- Do you, Captain?
- I'm afraid not.

All we can do is stick it out and wait.

After all, we're not in such bad shape.

Except this cave is full ofbugs.

Hope you guys don't mind.

Not me, Captain. Nothing wrong
with bugs if you leave 'em alone.

Yeah, that's my motto. Stay as
far away from them as possible.

You and me both, Kowalski.

Well, we might as well make ourselves
comfortable. Could be here a long, long time.

Yeah. I just hope they
don't forget to feed us.

[Whistling]

[Continues]

- Knock off the whistling, Curley. I wanna get some sleep.
- Yes, sir.

[Whispering] Come on!

Sector four clear. Proceeding
to sector five. Out.

[Groans]

Seagull to Albatross. Come in.

Yes, this is Albatross.
Where have you been?

- Sparks, get me the admiral.
- He's waiting right here.

Admiral, listen very carefully.

You've got less than an hour.
Get away from that marker buoy.

That hole in the ocean floor
contains a nuclear bomb...

and you're sitting right on it.

We'll get under way at once. What
are the chances of stopping it?

Very good, if you make
straight for the island...

with several missiles prepared to fire.

They'll stop the countdown
when they see they're covered.

- Report this to Washington. I'll get us moving.
- I think not, Admiral.

Someone was careless enough to
leave a small arms locker unattended.

I appreciate the favor.

That should take care
of any radio messages.

The Seaview will go nowhere, Admiral...

until the bomb goes off.

Admiral, out of my way.

Move. Move!

Move.

Get out. Get out!

It's no use now.

Before you repair the helm,
it'll be too late for all of you.

- But you'll go with us, Melton.
- It doesn't matter in the least.

You're insane.

That doesn't matter either.

[Gunshot]

- [Choking, Groaning]
- He's been hit!

Get him to sick bay!

[Groaning Continues]

- Engineering, get a repair party on that helm mechanism.
- We gotta get out of here.

- Can the men aft handle the auxiliary steering?
- Yes, sir, no problem.

Get a detail on the auxiliary
steering and stand by to get under way.

Let's get moving!

No, no! Let me go!

[Grunting]

- How is he?
- It's just a crease, sir. But he's out of his head.

- No! No.
- What's this?

I don't know, sir. We noticed this
bandage when we ripped off his shirt.

No!

- [Exhales]
- Adrenaline.

[Beeping]

- [Beeping Continues]
- So that's it.

We're at flank speed, sir. What's that?

This man has been a walking receiving set.

- I saw an experiment like this once before. Listen.
- [Beeping Continues]

It works like a heart pacemaker, only it
transmits information directly to the brain.

With this on him, Melton
was little more than a robot.

- What's that signal mean?
- Take this to the recorder.

Take the next beep and slow it
down. It's a burst transmission.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Wait.
- No, let him alone.

Admiral Nelson.

Where am I?

- What happened?
- You'll be all right.

All right? No.

Not all right. Never all right.

I'm beginning to remember.

There was a plane... a jet pilot.

I killed him. And I tried to kill you.

No. No, you didn't.

You're no more guilty
of murder than a gun is.

The guilt belongs to the
man who pulled the trigger.

[Sighs]

Admiral, listen to this.

[Cregar] You have failed me, Doctor.

Radar indicates the submarine
has not been completely disabled.

Now yourjob is even more difficult.

Deliver Nelson to my central
control. This is imperative.

Deliver Nelson to me at once.

The man who pulled the trigger.

- Oh, if we could only reach him.
- We can.

Those instructions were
meant for your brain.

We'll carry them out.

[Radio: Man #1] No sign of the escaped
prisoners in sectors one through six.

[Radio: Man #2] Retrace
and keep searching.

[Kowalski] Captain.!

That's Dr. Melton with him.

Just a few more steps
and I'll pick him off.

- No.
- No?

You gonna let him take the admiral?

He's not taking the
admiral. Think about it.

What chance would Melton have...

taking the admiral off the
Seaview past the whole crew...

if he didn't wanna go?

Come on. Be quiet.

I really must apologize, Admiral.

This meeting would not have been
necessary if your captain hadn't escaped.

Ah. Crane got away, did he? Good.

Well, he won't get off
the island, of course.

- Neither will you now.
- [Man On Radio] Thirty minutes to zero and counting.

You see, I am reluctant to
put a hold on our countdown.

You have, uh, very
sophisticated equipment.

Thank you. We use it well.

However, there is one more shot after
this one, the climax to our series.

One more. Where's the bomb?

On a platform right here on this
island, ready for immediate activation.

This spectacular burst is
designed to show the world...

that we have joined the nuclear club.

Are there any more questions, sir?

No, I think not.

Well, Mr. Cregar?

Doctor, shoot him.

Dr. Melton, you have orders.

I said for you to shoot Nelson.

The bullets in this gun
belong to you, Mr. Cregar.

All right, up! Up!

I'll take that, Doctor.

Lee, clear these men out of here.

All right, back from there.

Come on.! Move it.!

Admiral, you're wasting your time.

The countdown will continue unless
a proper code sequence interrupts it.

Get him out. Doctor, you stay with me.

Is he telling the truth?

I'm afraid so.

We can't stop it.

But look here.

- You see the way it's set up?
- The same system we use.

Exactly. Conventional telemetry.

A series of relays activating
the firing mechanism.

Then we can't abort it without the code.

No.

But we can activate the tower
bomb to go off at the same time.

The whole system was designed
to handle both devices.

One at a time, normally.

They'd discover it, stop the countdown.

Let them. But I doubt it.

You see this? The same
controls serve both circuits.

They'd get no signal from
their servomechanisms...

if we patch this second group
in right along with the first.

- I hope you're right.
- We only have a little while to wonder.

Guards coming down the passage.

Soon you'll be surrounded. You have
no hope of getting off this island.

- I advise you to stop the countdown immediately.
- Not a chance, Admiral.

- Get out of here!
- Curley, take off!

Yes, sir.

Follow them! Follow them!

Chip, take her down and get
out of here at flank speed.

Aye, sir.

Clear the decks. Prepare to dive.

All ahead flank.

Thank heavens they adapted most
of their instrumentation from ours.

Will Cregar stop that countdown?

We'll know in a matter of seconds.

- We're far enough from the island now to...
- [Explosion]

It checks out. Water temperature,
density and salinity constant.

The Gulf Stream is
just where it should be.

Could that last nuclear
explosion possibly have done it?

Why not? I'm convinced it was the illegal
test series that altered it in the first place.

- [Knocking]
- Come.

Good news, Admiral. We arrive
in Pensacola in two hours.

I just got the weather
report... fair and warmer.