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Five travelers were discovered within the boundary.

Kill them or send them away.

You said you didn't...

seek your own time, like the others.

I am seeking better.

Lost in the Devil's Triangle.

Trapped in a dimension with beings from the future

and from other worlds,

a party of adventurers journeys through zones of time

back to their own time.

Varian. A man from the 23rd century,

possessing awesome powers.

From 1977,

Fred, a young doctor just out of medical school.

Scott Jordan,

the 13-year-old son of a famous scientist.

Liana,

Daughter of an Atlantian father and an extra-terrestrial mother.

And Jonathan Willaway,

rebel scientist from the 1960s.

Together, they face the frightening unknown on

the Fantastic Journey.

Well, where are we now?

Or I guess the question is when.

Take a look at that, and you tell us.

What kind of animal is that?

I don't know. It's not from this dimension.

Nothing ever is.

What I mean is, it's not from your planet.

What do you mean it's not from Earth?

And about those men?

Also not from Earth.

Do not resist.

We are peaceful.

Tarant will decide. Follow the others.

Now you see here, you have no right...

Follow the others.

That is New Mitera.

Does our technology impress you?

Move along.

Lara!

Lara!

What is it, Nikki?

Its Argo. With five travelers into the city.

He's taking them to Tarant.

- What is that to us? - For my Father, Lara.

One of them might know medicine.

Perhaps, Nikki.

Ah!

All right.

Up.

Within two solar cycles

we march!

The campaigns begin.

And look at you.

The best of my corps men.

Ah.

Dismissed.

Lt. Argon, sir.

You are recognized, Argon.

Five travelers were discovered within the boundary.

Kill them or send them away. We have no time.

I brought them here, for your review.

Come in, please.

I am Consul Tarant.

Under other circumstances,

I would welcome you and play host.

But as it is. I have no time.

See that their supplies are replenished,

and that they are escorted safely to the boundaries

of the next time zone.

We appreciate that.

Good journey to you.

Before you leave...

Is there a physician among you?

Consul Lara,

the travelers are anxious to be gone.

I'm a doctor,

and Varian's a gifted healer.

Madam, who is ill? Someone dear to you?

Someone dear to all Miterans.

Luther our Major Consul is dying

despite all our efforts.

Well, if you're springing for supplies for us

seems like we ought to return the favor.

I'm afraid Consul Luther is beyond mortal help.

He's not dead yet, Consul Tarant.

Nikki, we know how you feel,

but you are old enough

to face the truth about your father.

Well, thank you for your sympathies.

I'm sure you'd be grieved at my father's death,

and unhappy to become Major Consul.

Will you see him?

- Gladly. - You got it.

We would be in your debt.

Please, come with me.

I'm Nikki.

I'm Scott.

Come on, let's go.

We will, uh,

arrange quarters for you.

Meanwhile, make yourself comfortable.

Neffring.

Escaped again, hmm?

You're becoming very troublesome.

We can't have Luther's pet

running loose reminding the troops that

he still lives.

We'll devise a special punishment for you.

To teach you to stay where you belong.

Take him to his cage.

If he burrows out again

you may expect to be made very unhappy.

The Neffring seemed to like you.

If it possessed judgment, I would admire its taste.

Why do you mistreat that creature?

It's a Neffring. It's time is almost ended.

It's a being.

No better than the canines which roam the Earth.

Major Consuls keep them as symbols of their power.

As Luther did with that one.

On Earth, the Egyptian kings of antiquity

kept cheetahs for the same reason.

Luther has spoiled the animal beyond all reclamation.

Nikki, the boy,

wanted to give it a name.

What do you call a Neffring?

It's a Neffring.

What he calls himself

sounded like Olavah.

That magic wand of yours giving any answers?

Well, his physiognomy is related to ours,

but there're very strong differences.

And now his pulse is thready.

His breathing is so shallow.

I sure would like to run a check on his blood gases.

I'm gonna have to take a blood sample.

Figure out how to use one of their microscopes or something.

We'll compare findings in the lab.

Depart quickly...

Take Nikki

with you.

I will not live much longer.

Nikki's life

is worth nothing

if you abandon

him to Tarant's mercy.

Please...

Please...

Take Nikki

and set out

now.

And these are my quarters.

Oh, neat.

Is this like the one you and your father travel in?

Yeah.

Yeah, I would've loved to have seen the real one.

Yeah, we were hovering over Earth

when we were caught in a strange storm and crashed.

The ship is the Alpha Two.

It's the most advanced model we've been able to come up with.

It carried the modules out of which New Mitera was built.

It must've been a huge spaceship.

And this is our planet Mitera.

The Neffrings lived

here, on these mountains.

Yeah, these time zones...

You're from my future.

And another planet besides.

It gets confusing sometimes.

My father could explain it mathematically, but

I could never grasp it.

Here...

This is the sector we live in.

Or lived in.

You miss your home, too, don't you?

My mother's there.

But we're so far away.

Both of my parents are home, also.

Sometimes I think the way you think.

That I'll never see them again.

When you last saw them,

was there love between you?

Yes. Very much.

When I was with my mother last,

we had angry words.

Some small thing she wanted me to do,

and I didn't want to do it.

I left her with angry words.

Now we're so far away.

Any success?

The laboratory work will take time.

Now, don't go counting Luther out.

My friends are very competent.

And their fees are very reasonable.

That's better.

A woman as beautiful as you should wear only smiles.

Well, why so sad?

I am sad for the reason many Miterans are sad.

Upon Luther's death,

Tarant will begin his march east.

March? Oh.

Oh, the march back through the zones,

to try and find your own place in time.

But why should that possibly make you sad?

Because we will not march home.

We will march into war.

The Miterans want war?

Tarant wants war.

Why?

For power. For what he considers glory.

Can Tarant do this?

He controls the arsenal, and the troops.

No one would dare oppose him.

Even now, he has the army somewhere

along the boundaries,

only awaiting his order to attack.

He will storm through the zones,

territorializing them each in turn.

It never seems to change.

Not even here.

I don't understand.

Oh, in my own time, my own planet, we had the same thing.

The territorializers, the destroyers...

If I could only find where the armies were.

I could reason with them, in Luther's name.

Tarant has them convinced Luther's dead already.

Then all we need to do is find out where the armies are.

Tarant keeps that information to himself.

Lara...

If I could find a way to give you this information,

would you promise never to frown again?

How would you do that?

Where I come from, we have a saying

that seems to fit this occasion.

"It takes a thief to catch a thief.

I don't understand.

You don't have to.

All you have to know is

that I am going to find out

where that army is billeted.

You would do this

because you hate the Tarants of all the world.

And because I've always loved beautiful ladies...

Smiling.

Is this the fastest your corpsmen can move, Argon?

Not only would you have my men fight with weapons

that are not there,

but with weapons that are not assembled!

We are well ahead of schedule, Consul Tarant.

For Luther you would be ahead of schedule!

Not for me.

Your security is almost on a par with your efficiency.

Consul Tarant.

This is a restricted area.

You must leave immediately.

I know. I know, I shouldn't be here,

but I couldn't resist it.

- Your arsenal is... - Look, I have no time,

- so please... - That magnification on that.

That's an 11 to five parameter, isn't it?

Actually, 12 to five.

Oh.

That means a kill radius of...

A thousand yards.

Exactly.

How do you know so much about our weapons?

Oh, I'm a scientist.

Er, weapons development was my specialty.

Course, in my time we never had anything

as sophisticated as this.

But,

we did have something called a laser,

it concentrated light,

- through a ruby, actually... - This uses crystals,

focuses the sun's energy.

And that's just a hand model,

for anti-personnel use. You know,

if you had a larger one...

Oh, we have larger.

Could take out a whole mountain.

At least.

Oh, it's marvelous. I love it.

Oh, I mean, the best we had was a bomb,

based on a thermo-nuclear principle.

I mean, it was capable of wiping out entire cities,

it did so on a couple of occasions.

And you had something to do with the development of that?

I do not like to take full credit.

I like to remember the little people.

Well, you are different from the others.

Well,

they are an idealistic group.

I recognize, uh,

the realities of power.

And its usefulness in the proper hands.

Yes. So few understand that.

Mmm

Look, Argon,

and learn.

This man is not even one of us,

yet he knows more about our weapons than even you.

Many men know how to make a weapon fire.

Few are brave enough to enter the battle

and kill with it.

You're making my second in command jealous.

- Oh... Oh... - No, no, no. That's good.

It'll make him more alert.

Oh, look, um,

you must be very busy, I'll...

No, no, no.

A man with your background would appreciate this.

Come with me.

What's that?

I think I know.

I hope I'm wrong.

Come on.

The weapons they will be using

can be adjusted to merely stun the enemy for capture,

or to incinerate it.

Oh.

You've revived the stun hunt.

If the corps is to maintain its fettle,

it must occasionally be bloodied.

Luther has forbidden it.

Luther is gravely ill.

Luther will not be with us much longer.

Do you think I don't know you show the men

your contempt for Luther by abusing his pet?

Why such emotion?

It'll be a small divertissement for our guests.

The weapons will be set only to stun.

The object is to see how close they can

come to the target without making a hit.

Can't do anything now.

Retract your order.

Cease!

- Is he still alive? - Just barely,

I think, just barely.

The game is over.

Varian, somehow I've got to help the poor thing.

I understand, Liana.

Somehow, I've got to help him.

How can you treat a living thing like that?

Now see here.

We are the guests of the Consul.

I think it behooves us to act accordingly.

That was the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

And you're defending it?

It's not to the point whether I defend it.

I should think that a man of your learning

would understand the necessity of such an exercise.

Necessity?

The torture of that being. A necessity?

Speaking objectively,

for purposes of reinforcing military discipline.

It was necessary,

and most useful.

Willaway?

Was I mistaken about you?

Oh, Consul...

You simply must forgive my friends,

they simply do not understand

the requirements of military command.

Yes The burdens are great,

but someone must accept them.

From what I can see,

you were born to it.

Oh, Sil-L.

Where have you been?

He's found Olavah, the Neffring,

in a cage below the city.

- I'm going to him. - Please, be careful.

Okay. Sil-L knows the way.

Nothing.

Nothing I can see.

You better start giving some serious

thought your kind of magic, partner.

- The sonic energizer? - Right.

No, no, no.

It's too dangerous.

Yeah, well it's cure him or kill him time.

And the bottom line is we're down to it.

I mean, Luther is sinking fast and,

I'm just not doing much good.

He says his wounds are healing,

and wants me to thank Varian

for saving his life.

He thanks Varian?

Yes. You see, Scott, because Olavah is

an intelligent being.

He understands the idea of thanks,

and knows everything we say.

But why is he so sad?

Cause he longs for his family,

and his own kind.

He also grieves for Luther,

who in his own way was very nice to him.

Boy, I sure hope Varian and Fred can help him.

Nikki said that if his father dies,

Tarant's gonna take over.

Calm down, Olavah.

Shh... Calm down.

We re not gonna let anyone hurt you now.

Stare at these slides until I'm blind,

still come up with more questions than answers.

The biggest question of them all is,

why didn't we just leave Willaway where we found him?

That turkey's always talking about

finding a better world.

And then at the first opportunity

he jumps on the side of the guy with figure stick.

I know, this afternoon I condemned him.

But, then I realized that,

Tarant contradicts everything Willaway believes in.

So?

So... Just..

Maybe things just aren't quite what they seem.

Yeah, well, I hope you're right.

'Cause he's playing around with our necks.

You said that the zone to west,

that only rudimentary people occupy the land.

Children.

A society of children.

Hmm.

They detest adults, can you imagine?

And, uh, westward of that?

Oh... A peaceful lot,

no ambition whatsoever.

I lived among them for a time.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about them.

Oh, oh, oh,

and the zone before that?

Well, I only know about them from what I was

told by my companions.

Inhabited by a most advanced people.

A wondrous city full of wondrous things.

That's how they described it.

Hmm.

Wondrous?

Powerful, no doubt.

No...

The Atlantians are a peaceful lot also.

I mean, you could crush them like bugs.

When do you march?

What?

What a...

A strange thing to say.

Why...

You've been pumping me for information about the other zones.

Now,

your interest isn't entirely academic.

Well, it's wise to

gather intelligence about any potential enemy.

We, uh...

Must maintain a defensive capability.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Of course.

But, I haven't noticed any of your corpsmen in the city.

The main body of the corps is away,

on training exercises.

Your training fascinates me.

You do it in the mountains or the lowlands or...

The exact location of the corps is kept a secret.

Oh, of course.

All the better to, um,

maintain your defensive capability?

You are an interesting man, Willaway.

Thank you, sir.

You said you didn't

seek your own time, like the others.

No.

I am seeking better.

My own time rejected me. They called me a fool.

I am, um,

as you may say, uh...

Available for opportunity.

An ambitious man.

I like that.

Hey. Hey, hey, look at this.

Did you find something?

I don't know, you tell me. I have never examined

a moon man before,

and I sure have never seen anything like this.

See, the cells are acting erratically.

If I had to put a name to it, I'd call it quimio,

or something like it anyway. Only different, no?

See what I mean, something is out of whack, and I

can't put my finger on it.

These leukocytes are artificial.

These invading cells aren't even his.

Well, that's not possible, is it?

No. It's not.

There's no way he could contract this disease.

And there's no way his body could produce it.

Then how did he get it?

Murder.

Luther came down with the sickness as we traveled to Earth.

After the medical officer ordered a routine nutrient

injection for him.

The medical officer was Tarant's brother.

You're accusing Tarant of murder?

Tarant would do anything to become Major Consul.

Tarant is a madman.

Possessed with a dream of, uh,

of, uh, mad conquest.

The soldiers believe Tarant,

because he tells them he speaks for Luther.

He only awaits Luther's death.

That's why you have to help us.

Of course. We, we're doing everything we can to help Luther.

- But beyond that... - We raise one finger here

and Tarant can chop it off with nobody to say boo.

You must understand we're outsiders here.

We cannot and we should not become

involved in these affairs.

I think you're already involved.

The one called Willaway...

Oh, please. Please.

Don't lump us in the same bag with him.

You don't trust him?

What about Willaway?

He said that he would find the location of the armies

that Tarant is massing for the attack.

Willaway said that?

In his manner with Tarant today,

he made me believe he lied to me.

How did Willaway say he was going to do this?

Do you understand

"It takes a thief to catch a thief?"

What... Willaway said that?

Lara, yes.

I think you can trust Willaway.

You mean, Willaway pretends to relate to Tarant,

just so that he can gain the location of our corps?

That's exactly what he's doing.

You see, if I can find

the whereabouts of the corps,

I... I can go to them with Luther's word.

So all your hopes are pinned on Willaway.

I cannot imagine Willaway

as a 007, super-spy.

Your physicians have

discovered the nature of Luther's illness.

That certainly is good news.

Yes.

I thought you'd like to hear about it in their own words.

Oh. Your word is good enough for me.

I think this will interest you.

I'm certainly interested in it.

Luther came down with the sickness as

we traveled to Earth.

After the medical officer ordered...

Consul Lara.

I had hoped she would be an ally,

even reign by my side.

...Tarant's brother.

She said the thought turned her cold.

Perhaps soon she'll warm.

Of course. We, we're doing everything we can to help Luther.

- But beyond that... - We raise one finger here

and Tarant can chop it off with nobody to say boo.

He made me believe he lied to me.

How did Willaway say...

Politics. Oh.

Men of vision are so often misunderstood.

You're accusing Tarant of murder?

Tarant would do anything to become

Major Consul.

Tarant is a madman.

Possessed with a dream of, uh,

mad conquest.

We're outsiders here. We cannot

and we should not, become involved in these affairs.

I think you're already involved.

The one called Willaway...

Oh, please. Please.

Don't lump us in the same bag with him.

- You don't trust him? - Who are these mad people?

What about Willaway?

He said that he would find out the location of the armies

that Tarant is massing for the attack.

Willaway said that?

Willaway pretends to relate to Tarant,

just so that he can gain the location of our corps?

- That's exactly what he's doing. - Consul Tarant...

You see, if I can find the whereabouts...

This is total fabrication.

I mean, anyone who knows me well.

Now Tarant knows you well.

And knows who is loyal.

Ah...

Disloyalty all around me.

You would conspire

against me?

I will not wait for Luther's death.

I will announce myself as Major Consul today.

I will not wait

to begin the great march.

The corps will move today!

You are mad!

Mad?

Perhaps it will comfort you to think so.

You're an ambitious man, Willaway?

Well, here's your chance. You shall become part of history.

The birth of the new order.

I shall mark the beginning with a lesson...

A purge.

The traitors among us will be extinguished.

And you...

and your co-conspirators shall be the first.

Incarcerate him.

Then seize the others.

Oh.

On Consul Tarant's orders,

your squad will take the others captive.

We obey.

How much longer is it gonna be?

We re almost done.

Is my father doing better?

He's accepting this transfusion well.

That's hope enough for now, Nikki.

Consul Tarant,

the strangers are not in their quarters, or the laboratory.

Search the hospital.

Nikki and Lara will not be far from Luther

and the strangers will not be far from them.

This way...

Hurry.

Second platoon, this way.

The corpsmen have taken Willaway prisoner,

and are coming for us.

But, why? What did we do?

It doesn't matter. Tarant is making his move.

Well, we'd better make our move, too.

Yeah, let's get to Willaway and split.

Good luck, Nikki.

You're father's gonna be better now.

I know And good luck to you, my friend.

Join the others in the search.

I want them. All of them.

I have things to do.

Get me out of here!

Mmm.

I knew you'd wind up like this someday.

Oh, did you now.

If, if it weren't for me you'd all be in the stew.

The one we are in ain't so great.

Never did I hear a man complain so much.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Tarant...

Tarant is dead.

Yes. But Luther lives!

Luther...

Luther!

Luther!

Luther! Luther! Luther!

I'm sorry I doubted you, Jonathan.

Well, there have been times when I doubted myself.

We owe you a great deal.

Such debts are hard to repay.

I think that that smile that I saw on your face

when you were with Luther,

that was payment far beyond what I deserve

No.

But thank you.

The next zone lies there.

I hope what you seek is not far beyond.

Thank you.

Stay well and be happy.

- Bye, Nikki. - Bye, Scott.

Thank you.

Good luck.

But, Varian, I still don't understand.

I mean, why did Tarant want war?

Well, Scott, some men have dreams of conquests and the power.

But that's so dumb.

Aristophanes said it best, Scott,

"Ah, the generals! They are numerous,

"but not good for much."