All language subtitles for The.Astrologer.1975.

(ominous music)

- {Narrator] For 400 years,

the ancient art of
astrology had slumbered,

ignored by scientists,

feared by the church,

the tool of gypsies,
charlatans, and thieves,

waiting for the astrologer.

Alexei Abarnel is the astrologer,

a brilliant, hard-headed scientist,

who used the enormous leaps in astronomy

and the most advanced computers

to refine the art of astrology

into an exact science.

The astrologer wanted
to use these new tools

for the benefit of mankind.

He formed an organization called Interzod,

an organization which could monitor

the astrological potential
or the zodiacal potential,

as Alexei called it, of
everyone in the world.

Interzod changed the course of history.

Alexei tried to change destiny itself.

He dared to investigate the
ultimate biblical prophecy:

that the virgin birth will reoccur

and the child shall come again.

There was, however, one
problem that not even Alexei

had foreseen.

There were two forces
trying to father that child.

One, of course, was ultimate good.

The other was equally
ancient, but undeniably evil.

It is now 10 days before
the second coming.

But whose child will it be?

(electronic beeping)

(tense music)

(line rings)

- Voice check, Abarnel.

- {Woman] Surveillance Sydney Bureau.

Thompson here regarding Miss O'Connor.

- Miss O'Connor?

What's the problem?

- {Woman] She's announced her intentions

of running for the city council.

- (scoffs) Don't bother to discourage her.

Sooner or later she's going
to solve your problem for you.

The psychopathic
indications are very high.

We have 32 zodiacal facsimiles

and all but four have
been committed to asylums.

If the campaign doesn't
send her off the deep end,

then a crushing defeat at
the polls should do it.

If necessary, that should
be easy to arrange.

- {Woman] All right,
we'll take care of it.

- Bye.

(phone squelches)

- {Man] Welcome to Interzod headquarters.

Today we're going to discuss
an East Indian named Kajerste.

We are now able, using computers,

to accurately determine an
individual's zodiacal potential

for response to environmental
situations and stimuli.

Kajerste's zodiacal
potential for evil is so high

that he must dominate others.

He has no choice.

His activities have included
ritualistic mutilations

and public defloration ceremonies.

- In a country such as
India we have great trouble

discovering the facts about the births

of people already born.

But we have extraordinary
luck in Kajerste's case.

He was known to the police
in Bengali, Bangladesh,

and Mysore.

From those police records we discovered

that he was born in a hospital in Bombay

and was the bastard son of
a Portuguese army officer--

- Excuse me, Professor.

I think we should point
out that we don't often

work in reverse order.

If the only way we had
of calculating a person's

zodiacal potential was by
following his daily life,

we'd need three and one
half billion agents.

The backwards procedure
we used for Kajerste

is generally reserved
for historical figures.

Using their detailed life histories,

we can check and fine tune
our zodiacal formulas,

expanding them to bring more human factors

and characteristics into consideration.

Our Interzod computers
are constantly scanning

the infinite astrological configurations

swirling through our universe in search of

potentially troublesome zP's.

We know long before someone is born

whether or not he'll need looking after.

(electronic beeping)

(car horns honking nearby)

(shop bell rings)

- Hello?

- Ah, come in.

- Excuse me.
- Come in.

Sit down.

- Thank you.

- I guess you would like
to have your fortune told.

- Well, yes.

- Well, first you must
answer some questions.

Then I'll be able to
construct your horoscope

and predict your future.

How old are you?

What is your birthday?

Where do you live and what do you do?

- Well, I live in New Jersey.

I'm married.

My husband works as a high school teacher

and I work part time
as a dance instructor.

- What is your birthdate?

- July 22, 1953.

I'm 23.

- You're not telling me the truth.

If that were your real
birthdate, you would be 24.

Someone is exerting a
strong hold over you,

preventing you from telling the truth.

We must strip away your pretenses.

Go behind that screen and
take off your clothes.

Put on that robe.

Then we will be able to
find out who you really are.

(tense music)

(electronic beeping)

(people speaking foreign language)

(vehicle horn honking)

(truck rumbling)

(soldier speaking foreign language)

(woman speaking foreign language)

(Kajerste thuds on ground)

(man speaking foreign language)

- We have just captured Kajerste.

We want you to keep him a few days here

till the District Magistrate comes.

- I can't keep him here!

- Well, he's harmless.

He's all chained, look at him.

(man speaking foreign language)

Don't tell me your troubles, old man.

He must stay here.

- I'm not a jailer, I can't keep him here.

(electronic beeping)

- {Radio Announcer] Good morning.

It's 8 a.m. at WMHF and it's--

- You did what?

- Well, there's nothing so
bad about that, is there?

- No, it sounds like fun in a way.

Who was this person?

- She called herself Mother Bogarde.

I don't know what her real name is.

I mean, you can't call
yourself Mother O'Brien

and expect people to believe in you.

- (chuckles) I suppose not.

Well, what happened?

Did she tell your fortune?

- No, not really.

She just said there were
great things ahead for me.

You know, the usual things
people like to hear.

Alexei, you're not angry, are you?

You don't care that I went, do you?

- No, why should I be angry?

Neil was with you.

- No, it was all very private.

- Yes, I suppose it might be.

You know, I've always wanted

to go talk to one of those people,

but I never found the
nerve to go in there.

How do they go about spiritual advising?

I mean, do they, uh,
ask a lot of questions?

- Alexei, you don't really
want to hear about all this,

do you?

- I do want to hear about it, Kate.

- It was just strange.

She asked me to take off all my clothes.

- She what?

- Alex--

- Well, that's strange, all right.

And what did you say?

- Say? I don't know what I said.

Oh, I said lots of things
before that, but...

Well, she asked me a lot of questions.

- {Alexei] Such as?

- Well, it was kind of like
a questionnaire you fill out

when you're looking for a job.

Alexei.

You promised.

- Kate, I am not angry.

Now, what about the questions?

- Well, that's what
I'm trying to tell you.

She wouldn't believe me.

She said it was as if someone
exerted a strong hold over me

that prevented me from telling the truth.

That's when she made me
take off all my clothes.

- Made you take off your clothes?

Do you mean you actually took them off?

- Hi.

I'm running a little late this morning.

Perhaps I should take
a bite in the kitchen?

- No, perhaps you should
sit down and join us.

- You didn't know I went to see

a spiritual advisor yesterday, did you?

- No.

I didn't know you went
for that sort of thing.

What was she like?

- Well, it's hard to describe, you know.

She didn't seem like a fake or anything.

She seemed to know when I
was telling her the truth

and when I was just making things up.

You could see how strange that would be

when you're not expecting it.

For one thing, she asked me my birthday

and she caught me in a lie.

- What do you mean she
caught you in a lie?

- Well, I began by saying that I was 23

and then I forgot to add a year

when I told her my birthday.

She told me I had to tell her the truth

or she wouldn't be able
to do my horoscope.

You know, those signs
that they always use.

- Maybe I should leave you two alone?

- You stay right where you are.

Kate, what birthdate did you give her?

- I gave her my real birthday.

The one you gave me when you
found my new birth certificate.

Alexei, I didn't give her my old one,

the one I always thought
was right before I met you.

Especially since I told
you I'd never tell anyone

what date that was.

Although...

I don't understand why something like that

would be so important to you,

especially since it's wrong.

- (sighs) You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm making a big deal about this.

Listen, sweetheart,

I'm going to be gone for several days now.

You take care.

I'll be in touch.

(helicopter chuffing)

(electronic beeping)

(tense music)

- Did I miss Flight 802?

- Yes, you did.

But we have a flight at 9:30.

- That's the only one you have?

- Yes.

Okay, here's your ticket
and boarding card.

We have a first class
lounge around the corner.

You can wait there.

- All right.
- Okay?

- Thank you.
- Have a nice trip.

- I'm thinking about Jerusalem, Alexei.

Yanakov's suggestion
doesn't sit right with me.

It's not the proper manipulation.

- I admit it's a bit severe,

but Wembley must have those documents.

Do you have a better solution?

- There are ways.

I will find the best one.

- Okay.

But let me know as soon as you find it.

This is very important to me.

- I know that, Alexei.

You will have them very soon.

- {Airport Announcer] BOAC
Flight 211 airbus service

for Paris and Rome is now
ready for boarding at Gate E12.

BOAC Flight 211 airbus
service for Paris and Rome

is now ready for boarding at Gate E12.

- Excuse me.

Aren't you Alexei Abarnel?

- Yes.

- Congressmen Joe Harwell.

I met you once in Senator Wiley's office.

- Oh, yes!

Yes, I remember.

What are you doing here?

- (chuckles) My rental car broke down

and I missed my flight to Washington.

I won't be able to get on
another plane until 9:30 tonight.

- Well, you can ride with us.

We have lots of room on our plane.

- Oh, really?

Are you sure it's no problem?

- No, no problem at all.

We'll be leaving in a few minutes.

We'd better get boarded now.

- Great.

- {Airport Announcer] Would
Mr. Jeanbedu please come to

the information desk.

- Do you make a habit of giving
free rides to congressmen?

- Only certain ones.

(elevator dings)

(dramatic music)

Hello, Rhav.

- Hi, Alexei.

- Say, when are we ready for takeoff?

- We were waiting for you, sir.

- I'm ready anytime.

- I'm Joseph Harwell.

- {Alexei] Congressman Harwell.

- I'm Ellen Rheborne Gavabio,
but I'm usually called Rhav.

(airplane roaring)

- {Alexei] Did you find Kajerste?

- The troops took him late yesterday.

There was a lot of confusion for a while,

but confirmation came a
few hours before I left.

Porter was on his way to
the upper valley again

to take charge.

I'd have thought you'd heard by this time.

- No, no, I hadn't.

You sure Kajerste killed those people?

- I saw those scars.

I'd recognize them anywhere.

We're being very rude.

Does any of this make sense to you?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- This must sound pretty awful.

Shop talk at Interzod sometimes gets grim.

Thank God it isn't always that way.

I'm sorry I've been so
rude, Congressman Harwell,

I would have enjoyed talking to you.

- Please, don't apologize.

And I'd appreciate it
if you'd call me Joe.

- I'm apologizing for a conversation

that couldn't help but leave you out.

I've heard a good deal about you.

I hope very much we meet again soon

and that you'll let me listen to you.

- {Joe] I'd like that.

- Goodnight, gentlemen.

- Goodnight, Rhav.

I meant to get in contact with you

a long time before this.

If I hadn't bumped into you,
you would've heard from me.

I've been wondering if
you would care to become

more closely associated
with us and our operation.

- As a congressman?

- Oh, of course, as a congressman.

You're young and popular

and I think you have the potential

to be around for quite a while.

You're a member of the House
Armed Services Committee,

so you're already aware
of the special funding

we receive through hidden
sections of the defense bill.

Although you probably don't know why.

- {Joe] True.

- Well, I want to explain that to you.

We are on the verge of
a major breakthrough,

the product of a vast commitment
to historical research.

Because we've been so
secretive about our operations

in the past, we sometimes have difficulty

obtaining the funding that we need.

I want to show you how we are
already benefiting society.

Perhaps through a case history

like the one Rhav is working on.

Because quite frankly,
we need your support.

- I must admit, I've always been curious

as to exactly what it is that you do.

There's a strange aura
surrounding you on Capitol Hill.

It's almost as if no one is
allowed to ask questions.

(telephone rings)

- Will you excuse me a minute?

(telephone chimes)

- {Kate] Alexei.

Hi, Kate, how are you?

- {Kate] I'm fine. How are you?

- Oh, I'm fine, fine, of course.

Listen, I'll be home for
dinner tomorrow night.

- {Kate] Can I call you?

- No. No, you can't reach me,

but don't worry, I'll be there by seven.

- {Kate] But we have a dinner date.

- I know we have a
dinner date with Wembley.

Don't worry, I won't be late.

- {Kate] I miss you, Alexei.

- I miss you, too.

- {Kate] See you tomorrow.

- Bye.

(telephone chimes)

You don't have to make up
your mind about this now.

Just think it over for a while.

You'll probably want to
discuss it with me again

before you decide.

- Yes, I would.

- Well, it looks like
I'm going to be called on

for several hours at least.

Listen, why don't you go in the dormitory

and catch a nap?

It's going to be several
hours before we land.

- That sounds like a great idea.

- Right this way.

(computer beeping and whirring)

The dormitory is right through that door.

We'll have some dinner when we land.

Get some rest.

- Thank you, Alexei.

Your trouble is appreciated.

- My pleasure.

Could you play me the
transmission on the Crab Nebula?

(computer beeping)

Voice check, Abarnel.

(gentle music)

(door clicks open)

- Good evening.

Some coffee?

- Oh, great.

Where is everybody?

- Alexei and Rhav had to
leave as soon as we landed.

He'll be in touch in a few days.

(planes rumbling)

- You're in a good mood.

You must be planning on having
a very good time in New York.

- I'll never tell.

- Well, give my regards
to whatever his name is.

- I will.

Say hello to Kate for me.

You know, Alexei, I've never even met her.

It's like you keep her locked up.

There's a rumor you're taking
her to Wembley's for dinner,

but I don't believe it.

- I don't keep her locked up.

(tense music)

- Everything okay?

- Everything's fine.

- Fine, I'm going to check the south gate.

(car door bangs shut)

(tense music)

- In May of 1945, a group
of scientists stood silently

in a small concrete bunker
near Los Alamos, New Mexico,

looking at a TV monitor.

After a moment, one of them,

the great Italian physicist
Enrico Fermi said,

''Gentlemen, I invite bets.

Against first the
destruction of all human life,

second, just that of the human race

in the state of New Mexico.''

And then without hesitating,
he pushed a button

and detonated the world's
first atomic bomb.

The point of this story is
simply that Fermi wasn't kidding.

The knowledge scientists
had up to that moment

about nuclear fission simply wasn't enough

to ensure that the chain
reaction, once started,

would ever stop before it
destroyed the entire Earth.

In the end, even the master,

Albert Einstein, could only say,

''I cannot believe that God would play dice

with the universe.''

Yes?

- Doesn't the possibility of
one of your nuclear reactors

exploding and completely
demolishing a major city

scare you?

- Well, some say the
chances of a nuclear reactor

killing tens of thousands of people

are about the same as a fully
loaded 747 crashing into

the Los Angeles Coliseum
during the Super Bowl.

(students laugh)

But such statistics would be
of little comfort to the dead.

I am very often afraid,

but the more frightened I am,
the more careful I try to be.

- But don't you get involved in things

you feel you don't have any control over?

I mean...

Don't some things ever
happen that you feel

you'll never understand?

- All the time.

It's just that I've learned to accept them

and more importantly,
not be ashamed of them.

(tense music)

(electronic beeping)

(rooster crowing in distance)

(door creaking open)

(foreboding music)

(crockery shatters)

(flames crackling)

(ominous music)

(flames crackling)

(ominous music)

(electronic beeping)

(crickets chirping)

- I feel like we're going
to the high school prom.

- No wonder.

We hardly ever go out.

- We're going out tonight.

- For a change. (laughs)

You know that I'm a little
nervous about meeting Wembley.

- Wembley?

Oh, he has a great sense of humor.

You'll like him.

- Yes, but will he like me?

I've never met any of your friends before.

- Well, maybe he'll like you.

(classical music)

(doorbell chimes)

(door thuds shut nearby)

Robert, good to see you.

Robert, this is my wife, Kate.

- Hello.

- Kate, this is my dear
friend Robert Wembley,

that boring old archeologist
I warned you about.

- Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

It's so very nice to meet you.

- So good to meet you.

Come here with me.

- This is really a lovely room.

- Well, you certainly make it lovely

just walking in here.

- Why, thank you.

- Have a seat.

Sit, Alexei.

- Oh, thank you.

- We're having beef wellington tonight.

I hope it's all right.

- Oh, that's all right.

With me.

I think Kate might prefer
a hamburger. (chuckles)

- Oh, Alexei.

- The way Beulah makes beef wellington,

it's going to taste like hamburger.

(all laughing)

- Oh, are we having a seminar, too?

- No, just some wine right now.

- Oh, I can go for that.

- There, my love.

- Oh, thank you.

- And you, my dear friend.

- But this looks interesting.

What is it?

- Oh.

This is a reproduction of a document

that goes all the way
back to the First Century.

- But uh--

- It's written in Ethiopian.

I believe this will bring us close

to a genuine verification of
the Virgin Mary's birthdate.

We can then finally
determine the Madonna's

zodiacal potential.

Enough of this boring old shop talk.

Let's drink to Alexei's
beautiful young bride.

- Would you two excuse me
for just one minute, please?

- Sure.

- Oh, that's not necessary.

Please stay seated.

- Kate has no Interzod
clearance whatsoever.

She doesn't even know it exists.

She thinks I'm a consultant for the

Energy Research
Development Administration.

She knows nothing about my real work.

- I simply had no idea.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's nothing.

Do you think that document's important?

- Uh, possibly a genuine verification.

- And is it specific about her birthday?

- It narrows the maximum latitude

to about eight days and four hours.

But without the Jerusalem
document, I can't be sure.

If I had that document, I could pinpoint

the Virgin Mary's birthdate
to the exact hour.

- Wembley, you're going
to have that document,

one way or the other.

Very soon.

(film projector rattling gently)

That was a nice job you did on Wiley.

- Thanks.

(tense music)

- Say, I've been meaning to ask you,

how's Senator Wiley?

You see him in Washington, don't you?

- Oh, yeah.

He's recovered from that accident,

but it's kept him off the Hill
for about three weeks now.

- Really?

- Oh, yeah.

- I didn't know he was that badly hurt.

- Mm-hmm.

- Say, how's that wife of his?

Doesn't she work in um, Urban Renewal?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Spoke to her a couple of days ago.

Everything is well.

- Oh, good.

She's a hard worker, that girl.

I saw her at a party in
Georgetown about a year ago.

That was the last time.

- So, you make the
Washington social scene, huh?

- Ah, no.

No, not really.

Not the way I used to.

- {Joe] This is a nice library.

Who uses it?

- Robert Wembley, mostly.

This is the historical research section

where history, ancient and recent,

is examined, made intelligible,
and gleaned for vital facts.

This is really the
bottom line at Interzod.

By studying how people born under various

astrological configurations
have reacted in the past,

we're better able to predict
how people living today

are apt to respond.

- How do you keep track
of all this information?

- Well, come on, I'll show you.

(telephone ringing nearby)

This is the communication center.

On any given day, Interzod is monitoring

over 4000 exceptional
zP's around the world.

By using computers,

we're able to keep track of
the thousands of manipulations

we're performing simultaneously.

We also use the computers
to store any new information

we get from the historical
research section.

- If I were to give you the exact date of

my great-grandfather's birth,

could you tell me what his life was like?

- Only what his life could have been like.

His potentials.

But I'd have no way of knowing

what his environment did to him.

Unless a zodiacal potential
is extremely strong

in a given direction, it
can be easily neutralized

by environmental factors.

- Alexei, do you know your
own zodiacal potential?

- No, I don't.

I never punched it in.

I don't want to know.

- What about mine?

- You don't want to know either.

(telephone ringing nearby)

(tense music)

(birds singing)

This is the old observatory,

where I began putting things together

and where I formulated my
first zodiacal potential.

It's funny.

Now I have my own computer,

access to any equipment I want,

and a huge jet plane to fly it all around.

In a way it's too bad.

It's taken millions of
dollars and thousands of hours

to figure out something
that maybe shouldn't have

even left this room.

Because of me we can now wiretap
directly into a man's soul.

And all we need to know is his birthday.

- Don't be so hard on yourself, Alexei.

If you hadn't discovered
it, someone else might have

and possibly used it in a
much less benevolent way.

- You know what Albert
Einstein's last words were?

- No.

- ''If I could live my life over again,

I'd be a carpenter or a plumber.''

- (laughs) Do you really
think he would have done that?

- No.

No more than I would.

Oh, the old astrologers
or the daily horoscopers

expect everyone to have a destiny.

They just don't realize that the average

astrological configuration
is extremely balanced,

almost neutral.

Most people are simply the results of

undisturbed genetic
potential and environment,

their only destiny to become bogged down

in their neighbor's mud.

Only the zodiacally
privileged are above it.

Oh, there are such people.

And they remake the world.

History has given us the prototypes.

Their zodiacal configurations
are truly astonishing.

I'll show you sometime.

The Buddha configuration, the Napoleonic,

the great messiahs, really remarkable.

But most people are simply
products of environment,

their only destiny to fight the clay

that clings to their feet.

Some are born great, some
are uncompromisingly evil,

most are simply the result
of pomp and circumstance.

The only ones who are truly above it all

are the zodiacally privileged.

The only thing they're
condemned to is themselves.

They have no choice.

God help the man who
would stand in the way

of someone truly destined.

(fire crackling)

(gentle music)

(match strikes)

(lid clinks)

(gentle music)

- Hi, Alexei.

How did your day go?

- Tiring.

How was yours?

- Oh, pretty good.

You know what day it is today, don't you?

- No.

- It's our fifth month anniversary.

Don't you want to give me a kiss?

That wasn't much of a kiss
for a fifth month anniversary.

Would you like some wine?

- No, thank you.

- Alexei, you never drink with me either.

Are you sure you even like me?

- You know I like you.

It's just that I'm very tired

and I'm really not very hungry either.

Look, I'm going up to bed.

I'll see you in the morning, all right?

(door bangs shut)

(gentle music)

(knocking at door)

Come in.

- May I talk to you for just a minute?

- Yes.

- Alexei, why?

I mean about us.

There has to be an answer.

- There is an answer, Kate,
you just have to believe me.

- But Alexei, I see more
of Neil than I see of you.

- Listen, Kate, Neil is your friend.

You wanted him to live
here and I agreed to it

because I know I'm often away.

- I know it was my idea,
but he's always with me,

just the way that there are
guards in front of this house

all the time.

Alexei, can't you understand?

I don't want Neil.

I want you.

Oh, Alexei, please love me.

Please be a husband to me.

Oh, for God's sake, make love to me.

Alexei, do you remember what you said

when you told me how
you'd like things to be

between us?

- It isn't a question
of what I would like.

- You did say it wasn't
something you wanted,

that's true, but...

The hardest thing is not knowing how long

it's going to go on like this.

You began by saying that
it could go on for weeks

or even months, but, Alexei,

as of tonight it's been five months.

Can't you tell me anything?

Has anything changed?

Is anything going to change?

- I don't know!

I'm doing my best to find out.

What more can I say?

- Nothing.

(ominous music)

(film projector rattling gently)

(electronic beeping)

(traffic bustling)

- {Alexei] Gavin.

- Dr. Abarnel.

How was your flight?

- Oh, not too bad.

- I'm glad you're finally here.

- What's the matter?

- Things are looking bad.

Several corpses have washed
down the river since Rhav left.

- Have you heard anything from her?

- Nothing for two days.

- {Alexei] What do you think has happened?

- I have something in the basement

you had better take a look at.

It will give you some idea.

(tense music)

- She's so young.

- Except for one old woman,
they were all young girls,

tethered together in twos and threes

by a thin leather cord,

run through a hole cut through
the heel of the right foot.

Most of them were also sexually mutilated.

- Oh, my God.

- How long has she been dead?

- All of the streams coming
out of the hills run very fast,

so she hadn't been in the
water more than 24 hours.

- A zodiacal configuration
like Kajerste's is one thing

on a computer screen,

but it's quite a different
matter when you see it like this.

It's like Hitler.

No one could have done what he did.

But he did it.

I wonder what her zodiacal potential was.

- Do you think we'll hear from Rhav soon?

- I don't know.

We'll just have to wait.

(tense music)

(people clamoring)

- Oho!

We were worried.

- This is quite a greeting.

- I'm glad you're okay.

Here, let me take that.

- Can I help?

- I've got it.

(car door bangs shut)

- Hello, Rhav.

- Oh, it's good to see you.

Have you seen the bodies yet?

- Yes, we have.

What's going on up there?

- They're running out of food.

I have the details on my tape.

- Can we hear it?

- Let me clean up first, I...

I'll tell you about it later.

Did my equipment arrive yet?

- I had it put on a Royal Air Force jet.

It should be in New Delhi by morning

and trucked out here
by tomorrow afternoon.

What are you going to
do with the TV stuff?

- Are any of you familiar
with Titum Varnen's work

on non-sensory perception?

- You mean feeding video
images directly into the brain

via electrodes without using the eyes?

- Yes.

It was originally developed with the hope

that someday it might enable
people whose eyes and ears

have been damaged to see or hear

by putting stimulus
directly into the brain

using video cameras,
microphones, and electrodes.

- Has it been perfected?

- To some extent, yes.

The major problem seems
to be that the brain

becomes confused by
such direct stimulation,

so the images and sounds tend to seem

more like dreams than reality.

But for our purposes,
that should work fine.

(fire roaring)

(monkeys screeching)

(building crashes)

(fire roaring)

(foreboding music)

- {Joe] What's going on around here?

Who are all these people?

- We're gonna make a videotape

using that actor, who we're
making up to look like Kajerste.

The videotape is designed to show Kajerste

how to work his followers into a frenzy

by standing in front of them
with a fake terrum dagger

and cutting himself.

And at the same time telling them

that he and those who follow him

are immune to the terrum poison.

After we finish the videotape,

we're going to play it through electrodes,

which we'll temporarily
glue to Kajerste's skull.

To do this, we have to sneak
into his camp late at night

and without waking him up,

anesthetize him with a tranquilizer dart.

If he wakes up, it won't work.

With any luck, he'll confuse the videotape

with the day's real events.

In the morning, he'll try to act them out.

Only instead of using a prop,

he'll be using a real terrum knife

dipped in real poison that
we will have left behind.

- Why don't you let me come with you?

(tense music)

You okay up there?

- Fine.

Kahoor is just around the bend.

(tense music)

- Oh, my God.

Is that all that's left of Kahoor?

I've seen films of this
a couple of weeks ago

at Interzod headquarters.

I hadn't realized it was so devastated.

(monkeys hooting nearby)

(tense music)

- Isn't this a lovely
spot to have a picnic?

- Guess I could work up an appetite.

- I think we should eat
before we move in on Kajerste.

- Is all of your work so exciting?

- No.

Most of it's quite routine.

Giving someone a flat
tire so they miss a plane,

breaking a diplomat's leg,

setting up a volunteer ambulance course

so some overly organizational
type with an ego problem

will have something to do.

It's not everyday I have to
precipitate a gas shortage

or a stock market crash.

- You serious?

- Rarely.

(foreboding music)

Shh!

- (whispers) Sorry.

(foreboding music)

- I'm going in.

You stay here and keep me covered.

If I'm not out in 12 minutes,
get the hell out of here

and don't be afraid to use your gun.

- But...

(tense music)

(tranquilizer gun fires)

(fire crackling)

(tranquilizer gun fires)

- Do you really think Alexei believes

that a tribal outlaw with a few followers

is going to take over the world?

You were used, Rhav.

This has nothing to do with India.

This has nothing to do
with Interzod as well.

It's a child, Rhav.

The child waiting to be born.

- Child?

Waiting?

(suspenseful music)

- Stay with me forever, Rhav.

(suspenseful music)

Stay with me.

(suspenseful music)

- Rhav!

(suspenseful music)

No!

No!

No! No!

No!

(suspenseful music)

(thunder crashing)

(voices screaming)

- As of tonight it's been five months.

For God's sake, make love to me.

(voices screaming)

(thunder crashing)

(eerie music)

(telephone rings)

- Uh, hello?

- {Man] New York surveillance lost Kate.

It could be bad.

You'd better come back.

(truck rumbling)

(rain falling)

(truck rumbling)

(truck horn honking urgently)

- What is your hurry so late at night?

- I'm sorry, I just have to catch a plane

and I'm really late.

I'm sorry.

- Did you find Kajerste?

- How do you know I was
looking for Kajerste?

- The sky told me.

Just like when he was born.

The sky tells when something is happening.

- What do you mean just
like when he was born?

He was born July 31, 1949 in Bombay.

That was a sunny day.

- Kajerste was not born in Bombay.

He was born on a mountain
at midnight in a storm.

(motor revving)

(rain falling)

(birds chirping)

(electronic beeping)

(tense music)

- Please, cut the cards.

(tense music)

Give me your hand.

You!

Get out of here!

I told you to stay away from her!

Get out! Get out!

Forgive me.

I'm very sorry.

This is outrageous.

It will not happen again.

Something has gotten into him.

- That's all right, I'm
sure he meant no harm.

- Uh...
- He is not himself.

- Here, please, take this.

- No, no, you must not give me anything.

Take it with you!

You must never come back here again.

(shop bell rings)

- You must let me follow her.

I have to.

She has money.

- Money!

With her money you could buy
yourself a place in hell.

- I'm going to follow her!

- I will kill you if you try!

(shop bell rings)

(traffic bustling)

(shop bell rings)

Forgive me for what I must do.

Please, forgive me. (sobs)

(lively folk music)

(dancers exclaiming)

(suspenseful music)

(women screaming)

(wind howling)

(foreboding music)

- {Alexei] All right, Neil, what happened?

- Well, I'm not sure.

We went to New York
shopping Friday morning.

We were supposed to meet later for lunch

and go to a matinee
and she didn't show up.

I went back to the car.

There was a note on the seat.

She said everything was fine,
she'd be back in a few days.

Not to worry or tell you.

She figured you wouldn't
be back by then anyway.

(telephone chimes)

- Voice check, Abarnel.

Yeah, get me the New York office

and get the jet ready to go there.

(telephone chimes)

(ferry horn blowing)

(shop bell rings)

- Are you from the precinct?

You are not on the squad.

I know the squad.

- I'm not from the squad or the precinct.

I'm not a police officer.

My name is Alexei Abarnel.

I'm an astrologer.

- You do not look to
me like an astrologer.

(Alexei scoffs)

You do not have the eyes or
the hands of an astrologer.

- I don't suppose I do,

but I don't see it should
matter very much, do you?

- What do you want?

- I want to ask you about my wife.

You know her.

I have to know what was said
when she came to see you.

Something I'm ready to pay for.

- It cannot be done.

- I know it can be done.

It would be for her own good.

- What are you to her?

Her husband?

What is that to her that I
should tell you anything?

- I am her husband.

But I'm more than that,
more than she knows about.

I'm protecting her for
what I know her to be.

- No.

How do you know?

She could not tell you.

- She didn't tell me.

And it's true, she couldn't,
because she doesn't know.

But I know.

- You know?

You have the gift?

- No.

No one has the gift.

I know because I studied
and I figured it out.

Now I want you to tell me
how you knew about her,

what you told her, and where she is!

- Don't trifle with me.

I tell you I have seen and understood.

I had the gift the day she came to see me.

I hadn't had it for nearly a year,

but I had it that day as soon
as she walked into the room.

Do you know what it is like?

It is to be suddenly
blinded by what you know.

There is nothing else at
all except the knowing.

When I saw her, I understood
that I had known her forever.

Even in the years when
she and I were not alive.

Do you understand me?

I have known her longer than I have lived.

- What did you tell her?

- Tell her?

I told her nothing.

- Does she know?

- Know?

What do any of us know about ourselves?

No one has the gift for that.

(shop bell rings)

- Have you ever seen a
graph of the Virgin Mary's

zodiacal potential?

- Mm-mm.

(computer beeps)

- It's a pure universal constant.

Destined to immaculately conceive a child

with infinite positive potential, Wembley,

caused by a zodiacal configuration so rare

it has only occurred twice.

- Twice?

- Twice, Wembley.

Once on the exact birthdate
of the Virgin Mary,

a date which you so
painstakingly discovered

after years of research.

And for a second time on July 24, 1953

in the town of Winchester, Virginia.

- So Kate has the same zodiacal potential

as the Virgin Mary?

- It's funny.

Even I can't predict when
the child will be born.

I've scanned every
astrological configuration

from the day I met her
through the next 100 years.

Nothing, nothing of that magnitude.

I can only guess that Kate
will never have children

or that she will give birth under some

freak unpredictable cosmic circumstance,

such as the star of Bethlehem
suddenly glowing brighter

was almost 2000 years ago.

- How long have you
known about this, Alexei?

- I couldn't be sure until
you finished your work,

but I've suspected it for a long time.

- {Robert] Before you married her?

- Before I met her.

I had to know the truth
about the virgin birth.

That's why I couldn't sleep with her.

It was the only way.

- That's a hell of a thing, Alexei.

But you love her, don't you?

- Yes.

That only makes it harder.

That's my cross to bear.

- Oh, well, don't worry, Alexei.

Kate will be here soon.

It'll be all right.

- It's not just that.

Something else is bothering me.

Do you suppose we could have
Kajerste's birthdate wrong?

- This whole experience
has unnerved you, Alexei.

- What if Kajerste weren't born in Bombay,

but on a mountain?

- A mountain?

Huh, that's funny.

Last week, Yanakov came up with something

extremely interesting.

The zP of a person born on Kantun Peak

in the Himalayan
Mountains on July 31, 1949

would have an ungraphable potential.

It would be infinitely negative.

Worse than anything we've ever known.

But on that same day in 1949,

there was such a terrible
blizzard on Kantun Peak

that even if a child had been born there,

it couldn't possibly have survived.

(telephone ringing)

Voice check, Wembley.

(telephone chimes)

- {Man] We've found Kate.

She's in a gypsy encampment
in upstate New York.

We're on our way.

(car rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(garbage clattering)

- Kate?

Kate?

Come on, Kate.

It's time to go home.

(dramatic music)

(motor revving)

- Oh, Alexei, I'm so sorry!

- Don't be, it's my fault.

I asked you to put up with something

nobody could be expected to accept.

Kate, there's one thing
I still have to ask you.

You're not still a virgin, are you?

- Alexei...

I haven't been a virgin since I was 16.

I gave birth to a child

in a Catholic home for unwed mothers.

I didn't know who the father was,

so the baby was put up for adoption.

(bell tolling)

- Sister Mary Elizabeth?

- Yes.

- I'm Robert Wembley.

- I've been expecting you.

- On September 14, 1969,

a young girl named Kathleen Dougherty

gave birth to a baby that
was placed in an orphanage

where you worked.

We must find that child.

- That's impossible.

- I thought Cardinal Clark phoned

to ask you to cooperate with us.

- It wouldn't matter if
the Pope himself called.

The records don't exist.

Only the Lord can help
you find that child.

(Alexei moans)

- Good morning, Alexei.

- Good morning.

- How did you sleep?

- Very well. (chuckles)

- Alexei...

I'm sorry I never told you about my baby.

Does it make any difference to you?

- No.

- After I had the baby,

I couldn't think about
anything else for months.

I never even made up my mind what to do

until just before the baby came.

Every time I thought about keeping it

and bringing it up myself,

I had to admit I couldn't
do a very good job.

Anyway, it would've been
terrible for the child

to grow up never knowing
who his father was

and maybe one day realizing
that even I didn't know.

- You never saw your baby, did you?

- No.

When I woke up after the ether

I was already in the recovery room.

I remember there was a
sister sitting by my bed,

holding my hand.

That was the hardest part, Alexei.

She wouldn't even let me talk about it.

She would only tell me
it was a normal birth.

I remember asking her if he was beautiful.

She just smiled and turned away from me.

- If he was beautiful?

Did she say it was a boy?

- No, not really.

I suppose it could've been a girl.

- Why did you go there to have your baby?

I mean to the Catholic home.

- I don't know, it just seemed
like the best thing to do.

I didn't have much of a choice, you know.

There was the county hospital,

but if I had gone there,
I would have had to wait

till just before the baby was born.

The sisters took me in in
my fifth or sixth month.

That made all the difference.

But then you'd have to understand
Winchester to know that.

(Kate sighs)

It's just no place for an
unmarried, pregnant teenage girl.

It would have been hard
for me to stay there

any longer than I did.

Besides, if I had gone
to the county hospital,

I would have had to
answer a lot of questions

from the social workers,

things I really didn't want to talk about.

The sisters were more tactful.

They didn't even ask who the father was.

They only asked me if
I'd like to tell them.

There's a difference.

- Did you tell them?

- I told them I didn't
know who the father was.

Alexei, I'm going to tell you this

because for a long time
you asked me to trust you

and you never explained why

and you even asked me not
to look for an explanation.

It was very hard to do, but I did it.

Now it's your turn to trust me

and all I ask is that
you don't laugh at me

or look superior or maybe
even think I'm crazy.

I even want you to try to believe me.

I honestly didn't do anything with a boy

that could have possibly
gotten me pregnant.

It was awful, everybody
kept asking me questions.

I finally agreed to go to a doctor

because I thought he
would tell them I wasn't.

But all he told me was that
I obviously felt so guilty

about it that I was
blocking it from my mind.

I knew he was wrong.

But I saw right then
that it would be easier

just to tell everyone

I simply didn't know who the father was.

That was something they
were willing to believe.

Alexei, do you believe me?

- I believe you, Kate.

- Oh, do you mean it or

do you mean you'll just try to believe it?

- No, I know you're telling the truth.

Do you remember when you gave birth?

- I tried not to remember.

Sometimes when I look
back, I wonder if maybe

it wasn't all just a dream.

The whole time I was pregnant
I never had a due date

firmly fixed.

The doctors could never agree
on how long I'd carried.

I couldn't help them.

I couldn't even remember when
I'd first missed a period.

I simply wasn't thinking
about being pregnant.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Nothing at all.

(gentle whirring)

(electronic beeping)

(children laughing)

- {Child] Come on!

- Hey, I'm gonna get you!

Not so fast!

(children playing)

- {Child] And I'm gonna get you!

- {Child] Not so fast!

- {Child] You can't catch
me, you can't catch me!

(dramatic music)