All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S01E11 The Neptune Affair.eng

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

So the hatch opens when
the missile hits the water.

And then the propellant shoots
the chemical fungus into the air...

and the air currents wash the
fungus over the Russian wheat fields.

That's it, huh?

The grain shrivels and
twists as if it were burning.

The whole harvest turns to ash.

Hmm. It's so simple,
just like a little toy.

Now, I've seen the
damage this toy can do.

Petkof, Vorensk, Balograd.

Each missile timed to infect
the wheat just as it ripens.

The next fields to
ripen are at Orbesk.

Where I must be tomorrow.

Well, I would imagine that our Russian
friends are getting a trifle irked by now.

One more missile falling on Russian
soil will trigger off instant retaliation.

- Then counter retaliation...
- Now, wait.

Are you sure these missiles
are coming from America?

Oh, Napoleon. The trajectory pattern
proves that every missile was fired...

within a 50-mile radius of here.

Then the casing: Ferrous
palladium, American.

The propellant:

Trianide trioxy
salicitate-G, American.

The booster coupling: American.

Well, then, here's
another American product.

Dr. Jonas Lavimore.

I thought he died,
uh, five, six years ago.

Oh, no. Lavimore
involuntarily and bitterly retired.

He was forced out
of the university by

people who thought
his research too radical.

This strain of fungus is one
of Lavimore's discoveries.

Until last month, Lavimore was
here on the West Coast in Southport.

Unfortunately, he's
disappeared again.

Well, I think I'll take a little sailing
trip down the coast to California.

How long do I have to find
Dr. Lavimore and the missile?

The harvest at Orbesk
will be ready on the 20th.

The fungus loses its
effectiveness after 72 hours.

That puts the
firing at the 18th.

Oh, exactly three
days. Gee, that's a relief.

I thought it was
going to be a rush job.

Mr. Solo.

Mr. Solo.

Harvey.

Harvey Muller.

Harvey Muller,
you are such a doll.

All right, Mr. Solo.

How did I do?

Admirably.

There are certain aspects of Harvey
Muller's unattractive personality...

that your mind seems
to grasp immediately.

Hmm.

When you drop anchor
in Southport Harbor...

you will be Harvey
Muller of Drako, Kansas.

Wheat-grower, rich, spoiled,
with a native brightness.

Interests: wheat and
women, in that order.

Well, in that order
I can't be too bright.

In case of duress, in case
you're captured or questioned...

we'll prepare a phrase, a
short phrase you can repeat.

The instant you repeat this phrase
your mind will be unshakably locked...

into the personality of Harvey
Muller for a period of hours.

Well, let's see. What about, um:

- "Goodbye, Harvey Muller"?
- Fine.

[SIGHS]

Open Channel D.

[RADIO BEEPING]

Channel D is open.

The subject: Fish
floating all around me.

Belly-up. Dead as...
Well, you name it.

Mackerel. I presume
there's more, Mr. Solo.

Odd note department: Fish
seem to have been fried...

by something very warm, like
the blast from a rocket, perhaps.

- Shall I check with Ichthyology?
- Yes. Check with Ichthyology.

See what might've fried the
fish. What do you hear from Illya?

The entire Orbesk coast
is manned. On red alert.

Hmm. Well, if any more
containers float ashore...

we may be hearing some
very loud and destructive noises.

[LIGHT BULB BREAKS]

[SIGHS]

My sun lamp popped.

Well, thank you, Heather. That
takes a considerable load off my mind.

Over and out.

[THUD]

[BOAT CREAKING]

MAN: Ahoy there, in the water.

Hang on, we'll tow you in.

Ha. Oh, much
obliged. Much obliged.

That was the prettiest
life preserver...

a man going down for
the third time ever spied.

Mrs. Muller's boy, Harvey.
Much obliged to you, man.

Gabe Melcroft.

- Do you know that man?
- Huh? No, no, no, no.

Frank, bed him
down right there...

with the blanket until
the ambulance gets here.

Gabe.

Mr. Muller? How did
you happen to fall in?

- Well, the fact is neither of us fell in.
- You didn't? Then how in the world...?

No. I jumped in after I saw that man
come popping up out of the water.

How's that?

Fact. Fact. The doggonedest
thing I ever saw in my life.

Oh, incidentally, what happened
to that little boat of mine?

Oh, uh, she'll be all right.

She'll probably drift
aground off the point.

- Oh, yeah. GABE:
You were saying?

What? Oh, yeah. Well, you
see, there's bubbles out there.

Like all the bicarbonated
soda you ever saw.

And all of a sudden,
whooshing up...

Uh, yeah, Uh, Mr. Muller you're
gonna catch cold in those wet clothes.

Right smack-dab in the middle
of these bubbles was this fella...

- The man could use a cup of hot
coffee. FELICIA: Okay, right away.

Here, this'll do you a
lot of good, Mr. Muller.

- Yeah. Good thing.
- Excuse me.

Orville? This is Gabe. I
wanna talk to him right away.

Well, get him. This
is urgent. I'll hang on.

Huh. You know, Mr. Muller,
I was just thinking.

Bubbles, people popping out of
the water like porpoises... Ha, ha.

Fella could easily get himself laughed
at, telling a story like that. Ha-ha-ha.

Hold it a darn minute, Gabe. It's the
truth. I saw it happen with my own eyes.

I wish I had a plug nickel
for every summer visitor...

who's seen mermaids and sea
serpents with his own eyes. Ha-ha-ha.

Hello? Hello.

[QUIETLY] Uh, Gabe here, sir...

[BANG ON DOOR]

You're trying to tell
me I'm seeing things?

Mr. Muller, there have been times
when I've been pretty confused myself.

Felicia will be right
up with the hot coffee.

Now, Gabe.

GABE [OVER RADIO]: It can
only mean one thing, Mr. Lockridge.

In my opinion...

LOCKRIDGE [OVER PHONE]:
I'm aware what it means.

The question right now is what
about the castaway you picked up?

Oh, there's nothing to
worry about there, sir.

[OVER RADIO] Alfalfa type.

Uh, not very bright. I've got
him buffaloed into believing...

- Here, Mr. Muller, this'll warm you up.
- I'm much obliged, young lady.

But I'm plenty warm
right now under the collar.

- What?
- I've seen some all-fired...

unpleasant customers in my
day but that one's the all-firedest.

Gabe? But what did he do?

Just about as much as called me a
fool, walleyed, dreamer, hysterical.

- Gabe did?
- The cocksure young pup.

- Mr. Muller...
- I think that trick captain's cap...

he's wearing in there is shutting
off the blood supply to his brain.

- Oh, Mr. Muller, I found some clothes.
- Gabe, dear, I'm going to run along now.

Oh, and promise me that after we're married
you won't wear that silly cap anymore.

Why not?

Well, I wouldn't want you
to get anemia of the brain.

- Well, what brought that on?
- Why, just female talk, I'd say.

Well, uh, you can use the shack to
change into these dry clothes if you like.

Oh, yeah. Well, that's
good. I'd like that fine.

Ah. Where'd my friend go?

Oh, uh, his wife showed up
and took him off to the hospital.

- Oh.
- Your sloop's been picked up.

It's berthed at the marina.

Good, good. Gabe, I
wanna thank you a lot.

- You've been a mighty lot of help to me.
- Anytime, Mr. Muller.

- Can I give you a lift, maybe?
- No, thanks.

- Where can I get a cab?
- End of the pier.

- Good, good. Well, thank you.
- You going off to the hotel?

No. No. Fixing to visit an old
friend of mine, Doc Lavimore.

See you around, Gabe.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Dad.

Dad. Dad.

- Well, small world, ain't it?
- Yes, practically microscopic.

- What are you doing here?
- Same thing you are, I reckon.

Waiting for Doc Lavimore.
Got an appointment with him?

I don't need one. He
happens to be my father.

Oh.

Operator, this is an
emergency. Get me the police.

Oh, now, wait just a minute
here before you go off halfcocked.

Maybe you ought to
take a little look at this.

Never mind. Thank you.

Yeah, it got a little
damp in the drink there.

- A contract? For my father?
- Yep.

Head up the Research
Department of the Emporia Institute.

See that part there
about the compensation?

I left that blank. He can just
fill it in himself. No haggling.

But I don't understand.

Who are you?

Well, just a country boy who
made good, if I do say so myself.

They voted me chairman
of the board of trustees.

"Who's the best man for the job?" I asked.
That's when your daddy's name came up.

Well, uh, he's away.

- Well, could you tell me where he is?
- Well...

Or maybe he wouldn't be
interested in that kind of deal?

Oh, no, no, I'm sure he'd be
interested, but, uh, he's in Chicago.

Oh, fine. Let's give him a little jingle.
Maybe we can nail the deal down.

Oh, that was, he was in
Chicago but he left for Newport.

Newport, all right?
Operator, I'd like to...

- But he's not there anymore.
- Oh.

Mr. Muller, I don't know where
my father is and I'm very worried.

Well, when did you see him last?

Three weeks ago tomorrow. He
said he was going night fishing.

Night fishing? Oh, on the
Outrider by any chance?

Gabe Melcroft's boat?

Gabe said that he never
came aboard that night.

And the next day I got a
message from my father...

saying that he had
left on urgent business.

Well, when does the Outrider
pull out from the dock tonight?

Eight o'clock? Why?

Well, I think I might
do a little night fishing.

On old Gabe's boat.

Hello, there, Gabe. Who's
selling the tickets here?

No one, Mr. Muller.
This trip's booked solid.

Oh, after me, you mean,
no one gets aboard, huh?

No. Sorry, Mr. Muller, I
wish I could find room for you.

But this group's had the boat
reserved for a month. It's a club.

Yeah, well, I understand
how it is, Gabe.

Tell you what. I'll bet you
a nice 20-dollar bill here...

that I can sneak aboard the Outrider
without you even knowing it. Huh?

Good evening, Gabe. Problem?

I've been trying to
explain to Mr. Muller.

We're booked solid.
I'm not getting across.

I sure had my heart set on
coming along tonight, I really did.

Gabe, I'm surprised at you, turning
down anyone who wants to go aboard...

as this gentleman does.

My name is Vincent
Lockridge, sir.

Harvey Muller.
Vincent, I like your style.

- Mr. Muller...
- But Mr. Lockridge...

Not another word, Gabe.
I'll take full responsibility.

Well, here's another comical
story for you fellas here.

This is about the flea, see, who
came out of a movie theater. Ha, ha.

Oh, this is a
belly-buster, this one.

These two fleas come
out of this movie theater.

And one flea says
to the other one:

"Shall we walk or
shall we take a dog?"

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[FIREWORKS CRASHING NEARBY]

SOLO: Fireworks. Now,
that's right pretty there.

Oh, that's just penny-ante
stuff, Mr. Muller.

They put on a real fireworks
display on Saturday night.

Oh, tomorrow? For a
fact, huh? Whoa, Nelly.

Whoa, we're not even out
of the harbor yet, Harvey.

You'll get used to it
after we get out there.

I think this is Harvey's first time
out for albacore. That right, Harvey?

I'm a sailor. I'm
not a fisherman.

They're gonna be striking
hard and fast tomorrow.

- We ought to give you few pointers.
- Oh, well, I take kindly to that.

Why don't you show
Harvey how to bait a hook?

- Sure thing, Mr. Lockridge.
- It isn't easy. Those barbs are sharp.

Now the thing, see,
is to set the hook

firmly in the anchovy,
so it won't pull off.

- That's not bad.
- No. Once you get onto the hang of it.

- Why don't you try it yourself?
- Oh, well, sure, sure.

- A slippery little devil.
- Better hold on there.

Yeah. All right. Get a
little light on the subject.

- No. Deeper. Deeper, Mr. Muller.
- Ow!

- Gabe, how could you be so clumsy?
- Oh.

Uh, Dr. Martin, would you
take a look at this, please?

Oh, you got a doctor on
board. That's real style.

We're always ready for any
emergency. What do you think?

- Why don't you let her bleed?
- No, no.

Dr. Martin has the thing
for a cut like that. Don't you?

I tell you, fellas, if it's
all the same with you...

Dr. Foster, why don't you hold
Harvey's arm so it doesn't jiggle?

Oh, yeah. Well,
maybe you're right.

Wouldn't wanna take a
chance on an infection. Heh.

Let her rip, doc.

[GROANING]

It ought to feel warm
around that cut. Does it?

- Warm? It's burning up here.
- You don't feel faint, do you?

I don't? Wanna bet?

Goodbye, Harvey Muller.

[FIREWORKS WHISTLING]

[FIREWORKS CRASHING]

Well, doctor, who is he?

Ahh, I don't know.

LOCKRIDGE: You
never saw him before?

Never. I swear it. Never.

Never.

Never. Never.

Heh, heh. I say, let's get rid
of him. Throw him overboard.

[CHUCKLING]

Why take a chance,
Mr. Lockridge?

He may be missed. They
may come around snooping.

Let him live, I say.

- Throw him overboard.
MARTIN: Let him live.

FOSTER: Throw him
overboard. MARTIN: Let him live.

FOSTER: Throw him
overboard. MARTIN: Let him live.

FOSTER: Throw him
overboard. MARTIN: Let him live.

FOSTER: Throw him
overboard. MARTIN: Let him live.

- Mr. Muller? SOLO: Hmm?

Time to get up, Mr. Muller.
We're heading into port.

Oh. You mean, I...?

Hmm. Oh! Ooh. Well.

Any of you fellas seen my
head floating around here?

That nice king-sized one.

Confess it, Mr. Muller, you were
fortified by the cup that cheers...

before you came
aboard, weren't you?

What do you wanna say
a thing like that for, Vince?

From the way you were barking
like a fox and leaping like a tuna...

I'd say it was a merry
trip while it lasted.

Uh, fox. Tuna.

Hmm. I better get some air.

Why don't you rest here
till we get into port, huh?

No, no, man. I
gotta get some air.

[SOLO GROANING]

Hey, where is everybody?

I'm looking for that Dr., uh...

Excuse me. Hey, I wanna thank
that Dr. Martin. Have you seen him?

Do we have a
Dr. Martin aboard, Gabe?

The one who doctored
my hand, remember?

And the other one, that round jolly
fella that kept laughing all the time.

- I don't see him either.
- I'll say one thing for you, Mr. Muller.

When you tie one on, you
do a very workmanlike job.

Now, wait just a
darn minute here.

I couldn't have imagined
that. I did down a few.

You have females here. There weren't
any of those onboard last night either.

Were there? Whoa.

I tell you. Mrs. Muller's boy
is one mixed-up cookie today.

Yes, and when we have that
midnight supper, no albacore.

Yes, sir. I'll
make a note of it.

Anything else, Mr. Solo?

Yeah, I want a heap of geodetic
survey data on the Southport Harbor.

Whether it's deep enough
and unobstructed enough...

for a submarine
to tool around in it.

A sub large enough to launch
a Polaris-type missile, I take it.

That's the general idea. Yeah.
Also this little tidbit. Last night I...

Oh, excuse me. A snoopy
friend just dropped by.

Felicia. Felicia.

Whatever happened to that cute
Farmer Brown that used to be around?

- A mere detail. The important thing is...
- Liar. You told me nothing but lies.

- That I saw your father last night.
- Liar.

My father? Last night?

Who are you, Mr. Muller?

There's an organization
known as U.N.C.L.E. Heard of it?

Well, I belong to it.

Now, rather than go into tiresome details,
we're interested in locating your father.

- Now, do you believe that?
- Yes.

No. Oh, I don't
know what to believe.

You said you saw my
father. Where? How is he?

He's fine. As to where
he is, I don't know.

Last night, I was
aboard the Outrider.

And I want you to know
that it rates very high...

on my list of
unforgettable experiences.

Anyway, we were out
about a half an hour...

and we made a switch.

We dropped off some people
and we picked up some people.

And among the people that
we picked up was your father.

Aboard the Outrider?
I don't believe it.

I'm not saying he's there now.
I'm just saying he was last night.

As to where he is now...

- Is there an island out past the harbor?
- No, not that close. I don't underst...

They wanted me taken care of
before we'd been gone half an hour.

There's nothing
out there. Just the...

SOLO: The oil tower. FELICIA:
Oh, but that's ridiculous.

The tower's only a
platform and an oil shaft.

Is it? Maybe that's what they want us
to believe. Felicia, do you have a boat?

My father used to use
the Hansons' rowboat.

Good. A rowboat is just what I need
to get me there as quietly as possible.

- Uh-uh. You've gotta take me with you.
- No.

Oh, but, Mr. Muller...

Now, it's out of the
question, do you hear?

Nothing but a lot
of pipe and junk.

Mm-hm. Well,
let's just look it over.

LOCKRIDGE [OVER PA]: Hello, Miss
Lavimore, Mr. Muller. Come in. Come in.

Shh.

Well, Felicia, let's not
keep the gentleman waiting.

Mr. Muller, I'm scared.

Scared? Why,
nothing more scary...

than going down in the basement
of Eaton's Department Store.

I hope we're on the right elevator
for hardware and garden supplies.

And my ears.

LOCKRIDGE [OVER PA]:
Keep swallowing, Miss Lavimore.

The pressure will be equalized
by the time we reach bottom.

I suggest you both take
hold of the grab rail now.

One moment, please.

Your gun, Mr. Muller.

- In here, please.
- Gun?

LOCKRIDGE: The one the scanner
shows in your shoulder holster.

Oh. Oh, that gun.

I declare, Vince, you got
eyes just like a store detective.

Well, I sure do
recognize that face.

LOCKRIDGE: Yes, it's the same
man you fished out of the water.

He's having a heck of a
time getting buried, ain't he?

LOCKRIDGE: I'm
afraid he never will be.

It was Dr. Ross' personal
destiny to be in a side corridor...

when a hydro wall collapsed.

Dr. Ross' remains will be
incinerated and disposed of...

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 55 minutes.

LOCKRIDGE: as soon as we can spare
time from the more pressing duties at hand.

But here's Dr. Foster. He's
going to bring you here to me.

Ha-ha-ha. Hello, there. Welcome
to our Valhalla beneath the sea.

Well, that's what we like,
ain't it, honey? A happy man.

[LAUGHING]

This way, please.

Now, laugh it up and
keep on your toes.

I'm gonna jump our fat friend
as soon as I get a chance.

Oh, ain't this where that the
Ross fella caught it, doc? Here?

Yes, so it is, Mr. Muller. A terrible
thing to happen to the old boy.

If it's not too painful reminiscing for
you, what really happened to him?

Well, we'll never really know.

But if you ask me, Ross was doing
routine maintenance on the hydro system.

- Hydro system?
- Crystallized hydro gas.

Maintains a counter pressure
against the ocean floor all around us.

Ross must have turned up the
valve of a hydro pipe by accident.

Oh, well, naturally, of course.

It's in the same class as TNT.

Why, 30 seconds
with the valve open...

it probably built up enough pressure
to shatter, blowing out the ocean wall.

[LAUGHING]

LOCKRIDGE [OVER
PA]: Don't, Mr. Muller.

You're under constant
observation. Don't be a fool.

And stay alert,
Dr. Foster, please.

Yes, sir.

Come in, please.

Mr. Lockridge, where's my...?

Gabe.

What are you doing here?

All the responses check out to
the five micro level, Mr. Lockridge.

- Might check the forward auxiliary too.
- By all means, Gabe.

Gabe.

Why are you carrying that gun?

Whatever happened to
that nice Gabe Melcroft...

I was gonna spend
the rest of my life with?

Well, it's the same man. The
light's just a little different down here.

I'm glad you're down here.
After tonight, you'll understand.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 50 minutes.

[SNIFFLES]

Daddy.

[FELICIA CRIES]

No, no, Felicia. Don't
cry. I'm fine. Fine.

LOCKRIDGE: You see, my dear...

your father is an honored and
most helpful guest, that's all.

Dr. Lavimore and his daughter...

might like to conduct their
little reunion in his quarters.

But first, doctor, would
you be kind enough

to make a final check
of the potting shed?

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Muller, how shall
we improve this shining hour?

- A little entertainment, perhaps?
- Why, nothing I'd like better, Vince.

Remarkable.

You're far from being a stupid man.
Your stupidity is much too authentic.

And I don't believe your
name's Harvey Muller.

Now, how'd you like it if I
went around telling everybody...

you ain't really
Vince Lockridge?

[LOCKRIDGE CHUCKLING]

This is what we laughingly
refer to as the potting shed.

Would you like to see the
merchandise we gift-wrap here?

Oh, sure would, sure would. I
got an aunt, you know. Aunt Libby.

Got a birthday coming up soon.

Uh, what's all that the fuzzy stuff
them females is packing round?

LOCKRIDGE: That's
mycetae virulens.

A strain of fungus with
uniquely destructive

properties developed
by Dr. Lavimore.

Well, now, that ain't the kind
of a gift anyone really needs.

It's a gift I happen to feel
the world needs very badly.

A gift isn't really a gift
until it's delivered, is it?

This is the vehicle we
use to make deliveries.

SOLO: Well, I gotta
hand it to you, Vince.

You really get great
TV reception down here.

That Cape Kennedy, ain't it?

That is situated approximately
60 yards from here.

Operates on the same
principle as the Polaris missiles.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 45 minutes.

Vince, ain't rocket firing kind
of a government monopoly?

I mean, wouldn't they kick up a fuss if
they caught wise to what you're doing?

At this moment, a barge is
being anchored directly overhead.

Soon a truly magnificent display of
fireworks will be shown from that barge.

And the culmination
of that display...

Do you know what
the culmination will be?

LOCKRIDGE: An extremely realistic
duplication of a rocket being launched.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 40 minutes.

I'm sure your organization has briefed
you on all these details, Mr. Muller.

You keep talking about
organizations, there, Vince.

Now, do you mean
the Grange or the 4-H?

You remind me of Dr. Lavimore
when we first brought him here.

He kept protesting until we paid a
little visit to our conversation room.

Conver... What? I
didn't quite catch that.

It's a room equipped with very
interesting apparatus, Mr. Muller.

You might call it a mental centrifuge.
A device for separating fact from fancy.

Oh, that's where
we're going now?

Yes, Mr. Muller. That's
where we're going.

You see, if our rocket
launching proves successful...

finding out what your organization
is becomes an academic matter.

If not, the information...

[ALARM WAILING]

Why, I'm disappointed in you.

I thought you'd given up that
Prisoner of Zenda escape nonsense.

How do you close
the door, Vince?

- How do you close the door?
- Don't be an idiot.

Don't pull that lever.
The door closes for good.

[LOCKRIDGE SIGHS]

You colossally stupid fool.

You're dead, do you know that?

Well, I wouldn't go
so far as to say that.

I figure I've got
the head man here.

Might be able to do some
pretty fancy horse trading.

GABE [OVER PA]: Mr. Lockridge.

Dr. Martin's waiting for you.

Gabe.

Dr. Martin will handle
the launching alone.

Mr. Muller is holding me
hostage in the first-aid room.

[OVER PA] You will put Plan A into effect
at once. Dr. Martin will take full charge.

Goodbye, Gabe.

Good...

Goodbye, Mr. Lockridge.

LOCKRIDGE: Gabe,
one thing more...

how much oxygen do we have left?

Uh...

For the two of you, at a normal
rate of respiration, about 18 minutes.

Thank you. Good luck.

So that's what Plan A is, huh?

Complete abandonment
by colleagues and buddies.

You can't understand
that, can you?

The old moralities, based on the
value of the individual's life, die hard.

Well, my life is now
worth as little as yours.

When a man joins our organization, he
agrees that when he makes a mistake...

that endangers the project,
he becomes expendable.

The door only opens
from the outside.

I advise you to relax.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes left, huh?

And according to
slide-rule Charlie out there...

that leaves us about 17
minutes to hang around here.

Gee, you're not gonna get a chance to
see that balloon go up, are you, Vince?

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 15 minutes.

And so we precipitate a clash
that destroys both countries.

Because both countries are
honeycombed with dry rot and decay.

- Well, Vince, you're still there.
- We emerge...

like Neptune.

- Got two minutes left.
- In the floor of the sea.

I thought you'd like to know.

Ready to take over.
Reorganize the world...

on a logical, emotionless
scientific basis.

Bravo. Bravo.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

What a pity you won't be
around to see the big day.

But I guess, uh, Dr. Martin,
he'll be able to handle things.

Yes, he will because I planned
and built this organization well.

Well, Gabe. There's a smart boy.

Yes, he is.

He was completely uneducated
when I found him and I taught him.

I trained him. I brought
him to his full potential.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[CHUCKLES]

You can't needle
me into breaking.

Why should I break?

My life is fulfilled.

In minutes, my plan
will be in operation.

But you won't be
around to take the bows.

That's unimportant.

Ah? As far as you're concerned,
it never will have happened.

Because you'll be dead, Vince.

- You'll be dead.
- It doesn't matter.

This whole elaborate plan
of yours, you know what it is?

It's your own personal
way of being blotted out...

of committing suicide.

As you'll be dead, Vince.

You'll be dead.

[GASPING]

Gabe.

Gabe.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 13 minutes.

Seal off the firing area.

Gabe. Please.

Please.

[OVER PA] Please.
- Mr. Melcroft, seal off the firing area.

MARTIN: Mr. Melcroft.

Mr. Lockridge.

Mr. Lockridge. Mr. Lockridge.

Where's the rocket, Gabe?

Mr. Lockridge.

They're not gonna like
this, Gabe. You know that?

You broke a lot of club
rules disregarding Plan A.

Leaving your post, acting like a
human being. What are they gonna do?

You think I'm gonna let
him die? Mr. Lockridge.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 10 minutes.

- Where are you going?
- I gotta get him out.

- They'll be looking for him.
- No. We gotta get a doctor.

Doctor? But Martin
Foster. They'll kill him.

Dr. Lavimore won't.
He's funny that way.

He's coming around.

He'll be all right.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus five minutes.

Turnabout is fair play, Gabe.
You do something for us now.

Help me stop that rocket
from being launched.

Why should I?

What future is there for
you and Vince if you don't?

But it can't be done.

At zero minus, all controls
were locked into automatic.

Must be a destruct button somewhere,
even in a place as cocksure as this.

Well, sure there is. But the corridor
leading into it has been sealed off.

Nothing can be done.

What's the name of that gas that
caused Ross' section to blow out?

GABE: Hydro. Why?

Suppose we turned up the
hydro valve like Ross did.

Only in the pipeline
area leading to the rocket.

It would blow the walls out
and bring the ocean floor down.

Gabe.

Help me.

- How do you feel, Mr. Lockridge?
- A little shaky.

But fit enough for
what has to be done.

Don't try anything
ill-considered.

MAN [OVER PA]: Zero
minus three minutes.

They'll be looking for us.
We find someplace to hide.

No, there's no
need to run, Gabe.

There are ways to reinstate
ourselves with the Committee.

Let me guess. A grandstand
effort to impress the Committee...

about the heroic struggle
you and Gabe put up, right?

And a bullet for each of us.

I told you you weren't stupid.

- Stand over there, please.
- No, Mr. Lockridge.

This is just one of the
necessary sacrifices of war, Gabe.

Sure, Gabe. Listen, easy come,
easy go. What's the matter?

Dr. Lavimore, he's
just a quack. Felicia?

She's last year's model.
You get rid of her, right?

You call for help
and they helped you.

- You almost died.
- Stand aside.

But you can't kill them. You owe
them their lives. Don't you understand?

- Get out of my way.
- No, Mr. Lockridge.

[GUNSHOT]

MAN [OVER PA]: Zero
minus one minute 30 seconds.

He's dead.

Mr. Lockridge?

Gabe, show us that hydro valve.

- Mr. Lockridge?
- Gabe, we need your help.

This isn't any time for feeling
anything. Let's get out of here. Come on.

There it is.

[SOLO GRUNTING]

[BOTH COUGHING]

- Shall we?
- This way.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Zero minus 60 seconds.

Hydro.

[ALL COUGHING AND SHOUTING]

[FIREWORKS WHISTLING
THEN CRASHING]

[EXPLOSION]

Golly, that's neat, isn't it?

It looks like the
whole ocean's on fire.

Come on, Eadie, that's
the oldest gag in the world.

They do it all with
some kind of chemical.

Big deal.

They're not gonna have
any moon shot tonight.

Probably never even
planned to, the con artists.

Come on, let's get heading back.

SOLO: Hear that?
No moon shot tonight.

Well, I guess we'd
better shove off too.

[SOLO GROANING]

Hey, just what's going on here?

Well, I tell you, officer, about
three quarters of an hour ago...

Miss Lavimore and myself
rowed out to the Texas tower.

Look, would you mind if we
just skip the explanations?

I don't think you'd really
ever believe it, okay?

[ENGLISH SDH]