All language subtitles for The Underwater City-1962

MALE NARRATOR: The sea,
more than any other realm of life,

has fired the imagination
of mankind

since the dawn of history.

Knowledge of the oceans is
more than a matter of curiosity.

Our very survival
may hinge on it.

We are merely on the threshold

of exploring the world
of inner space.

Now man, in his attempt
to gain further knowledge

is returning
to the ancestral home

of all living things, the sea.

The Manta Ray, a specially
designed hydro jet submarine vehicle

with the capacity
to hold a dozen people,

is carrying a group
of oceanographers

to a previously selected site

where they will mark the spot

for the first permanent
colony of mankind

to be established
on the ocean floor.

They will also measure
and check the ocean currents,

as oceanographers believe these
undersea rivers hold the secrets of weather.

If we can learn
to control these currents,

we may someday be able
to control the world's climate.

A conversion of saltwater
to drinking water

is another project vital to an
ever growing world population,

as is the gathering
of information

to locate the source and
trace the path of tidal waves.

Dr. Junius Halstead, a dedicated
scientist, an oceanographer

and leader of the group,
directs his men

to investigate
the surrounding area

in accordance with their previously
planned studies and instructions.

The men proceed with their
given tasks as Dr. Carl Wendt,

Halstead's longtime associate
and geologist of the group,

assembles his depth gauge,
current-measuring vane, mallet and rope,

and moves off alone
according to plan

in the direction leading to the
edge of an undersea precipice.

He and the other men
carry a sonar alarm,

a miniaturized warning device
operated by a push button

for sending high frequency
alarm signals through the water.

His task is to examine the crust
and rock structure on the bottom

and measure the currents
at the cliff edge.

Dr. Halstead and his men
select the spots

where their future equipment
will be secured,

while Wendt now checks
the sand on the sea floor.

The oceanographers measure the
proper space for the units to come

and then head for the previously
marked center point of the project.

As Dr. Wendt moves slowly
towards the precipice,

his foot suddenly sinks into
the bottom, almost tripping him.

The bottom crumbles, sinking
almost like quicksand at his touch.

He walks on to the very point where
the ocean floor drops thousands of feet

to the undisturbed depths
of a trench,

and where a swift current as fast
as a mighty river, but much faster,

rises up from the depths.

He unfastens his current
gauge and releases the vanes.

The propeller blade
begins rapidly whirling

and he takes a reading
from the needle gauge.

The needle points to 10 knots.

But Wendt must
investigate further

to gain vital information
about the current in the trench.

He proceeds to lower
himself deeper into the trench

over the edge of the precipice

into the unknown depths below.

(SCREAMS)

(ALARM BEEPING)

As the high frequency alarm
system comes through the water,

the men react
and head for the cliff.

(SCREAMING)

As Dr. Halstead and his men
come to the edge of the precipice,

all they can see and hear
is the raging current below.

They can but mourn the loss
of another dedicated scientist

who has given his life
for mankind.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes.
SECRETARY: Mr. Gage is here.

Send him in.

(LAUGHING)

Congratulations, Tim.

You know, by golly, I didn't
think we'd be able to swing it.

You know, we've been
working nights,

and I think we've solved
enough basic problems

to save at least six months.

Yeah, but that's fine...
For instance,

we've cut the overall requirements
down to 16 rocket payloads,

20 at the odd site.

Now, incidentally, here's a
pressure suit that I've gimmicked up.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, well,
now slow down, Bob.

What's the matter?
Something wrong?

Your wire said
we had a contract.

A contract. Not the contract.

What do you mean?

We're not building
the space station.

We aren't?

Nobody is.

No, there's too many
safety problems.

So the agency has
tabled it indefinitely.

But your wire said
we have a contract.

We have a contract.

We have a contract
to build this.

What is this? A gag?

No, this is real.
An underwater city.

Underwater city?

You mean people living
at the bottom of the ocean?

Well, not a city at first.

Just a small, permanent colony

to prove the idea is feasible.

Well, do you think it is?

Well, why not?
Submarines can do it.

Atomic submarines can stay
down as long as their food holds out.

Sure, sure, the ocean
bottom is a great place to visit,

but who wants to live there?

Oh, I don't know
and I don't care.

All I know is that
we've got the contract

to build this underwater city.

Graham and Company.

This will mean
the big leagues, Bob.

No more bush stuff for
those dirty little subcontracts

that decent construction
men won't take.

The reason we got this
contract to build this city is you.

Me? That's right.

You're the only top construction
engineer in the business

with underwater
demolition experience.

The moment they looked up your
Navy frogman record, we were in.

Deep. Deeper than you know.

I put myself in hock
practically for the rest of my life

in order to prove enough
credit to swing this.

So, all right, when do we start?

Oh, why not right now?

Let's go over and see
Dr. Junius Halstead.

The oceanographer?

Yeah. The head of
the Halstead Institute.

He's the man responsible
for this underwater subdivision.

Maybe we can get him to sell
you a seaweed covered cottage.

(CHUCKLING) Let's go. Yeah.

HALSTEAD: Outer space may
be more glamorous at the moment,

makes bigger headlines.

But in terms of destiny
of mankind, the future,

inner space, the undersea world,

is infinitely more important

than outer space can ever be.

I take it that you don't believe

in the future of
interplanetary travel, Doctor.

I believe anything
that increases

the sum total of human
knowledge is important.

And space travel
will certainly do that.

But... But in terms
of vital significance

to our immediate
and foreseeable future,

no comparison, none whatever.

Well, that's what
makes horse racing.

You're not impressed.

Impressed?

The idea that my future depends

on people living at the
bottom of the sea like fish?

Who wouldn't be?

Bob, please.

I wonder, in view of the way
Mr. Gage feels, wouldn't it be better to...

To get somebody else?

(LAUGHING) I wouldn't
worry, Dr. Halstead.

He may not be thrilled
with what he's doing,

but I guarantee you,
he'll get the job done.

Right?

Well, we'll give it a good try.

Frankly, I'd prefer someone
with more enthusiasm.

But rather than
delay now, I'll...

I'll accept your judgment. Good.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes?

MAN: The Coast Guard
just phoned.

They think they have
Dr. Wendt's body.

Thank you.

Bring Dr. Powers
in the building.

Make an appointment for
an examination of Mr. Gage.

(CHUCKLING) For me, why?
I'm in great shape.

Everyone participating in this project
must have a complete examination.

The work is extremely hazardous.

It's already cost the life of
our geologist, Carl Wendt.

Yeah, well,
he'll see the doctor.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes? MAN: Dr. Alan on two.

I'll take the call in my lab.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

One life. Before this
pipe dream is finished

they'll kill a dozen,
maybe more.

Well, is that why you're trying to blow
the job before we even get started?

Blow it? You practically
told Dr. Halstead

he was off his rocker.

Well, I'm sorry, Tim.

Remember,
we only build the city,

we don't have to live in it.

So do me a favor, will you,

just soft-pedal
how you really feel.

Well, it sounds like
a reasonable request, boss.

Good.

POWERS: Come in.

Mr. Gage? Yes.

Would you remove your jacket,
please, and, uh, sit over there?

Yes, of course.

Will Dr. Powers be long?

I'm Dr. Powers.

You?

Anything wrong?

Oh, no. No.

Your bedside manner
must be pretty terrific.

Mr. Gage, the fact that I'm
female has been an obstacle,

but in spite of that I've managed
to become a good doctor.

Oh, now, look...

So therefore, sex need
have no affect whatever

on the doctor-patient
relationship.

If you say so, Doc.

You can

fill out this
medical history later.

Hold this.

Oh, you're going to
check my answers, huh?

What?

It is a lie detector, isn't it?

Oh, yes, a polygraph.

But that's not
what we use it for.

Your various patterns
are very useful clues

in predicting spontaneous
stress reactions.

Mmm-hmm, you're
a psychologist, too, eh?

Psychologist primarily.

Oh, I see.

How do you apply these clues?

Well, we try to detect any
susceptibility to claustrophobia

to anticipate the effects of
confined underwater existence

on the minds and bodies
of our colonizers.

That won't bother me any,

I'm not going to live
in the city.

Well, you'll no doubt
be underwater

for extended periods
building it.

Where does he get them?

Where does who get what?

Dr. Halstead and the human
flounders that volunteer.

(LAUGHS) Why do they want to?

Well, I don't know
about the other flounders.

I know why I'm doing it.

You?

Because I believe in it.

Because I think
it's terribly important,

and possibly because
Dr. Halstead is my uncle.

Oh.

Please, try to control
your reactions.

You'll upset our calibrations.

I said you'll have to
control your reactions.

I didn't say a word.

MALE NARRATOR: Shortly
after passing his test,

project engineer Bob Gage
assembled a team of underwater experts

and put the project
into high gear.

You know, when you
put up a house,

you pick a site, lay a foundation
and go ahead and build.

But with Amphibia City,
we're going to do it backwards.

We'll build our house on land.

No site, no foundation.

Then the roof goes on,
we seal the unit tightly,

big gantry lifts it up,
puts it in the water,

we tow it out to sea
and sink it into place.

Doctor, if you will, please.

Now, here are
the engineering sections

of the self-leveling
piling supports.

They'll adjust to variations

in the sea bottom
or any other stress.

I wish you'd study these
plans very carefully.

Oh, and one other detail,

we'll use lead soles
instead of fins.

They'll lose part of
their weight in the water.

Like all heavy metal
under water.

That's right.

It will allow us to work and
walk easier at the sea bottom.

Now, are there any questions?

Yes. Communications.

Won't there be a problem
under water?

Well, we had problems
before, but not now we hope.

We'll talk into a throat mic.

The voice tones will be
converted into a light beam,

then the listener unit
will pick up the light beam,

convert it back into sound,

and that will be piped
into our helmet earphones.

Now, if there are
no more questions,

I'll see you all on the
boat in the morning.

Uh, Dr. Halstead,

this is George Burnett,
our geo-physical engineer.

How are you, George?
How do you do?

He's replacing Dr. Wendt.
How do you feel now?

You mean, how do I feel
about Mr. Gage by this time?

I must confess, I'm impressed.

He certainly seems
to know what he's about.

A man who can get things done.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
steer you wrong.

I would have everything
to lose and nothing to gain.

Yes, I'm sure.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Say, Commander.

Commander? I haven't
heard that since I was in Korea.

(EXCLAIMS)

You're the cowboy.

(LAUGHS) That's right.
Chuck Marlow.

Cowboy.

You weren't much
at punching cattle,

but you could sure round
up a drink any time, any place.

Well, I fouled up
a couple of times.

Didn't you have enough
swimming as a frogman?

Joined up again, huh?

Well, you know, this
outfit pays a lot better.

Well, believe me,
we'll all earn our money.

Glad to have you aboard.

But belay that
commander stuff, will you?

Aye, aye, sir.

MALE NARRATOR: In addition to the
engineers and technicians on the surface,

another group headed by Bob Gage

is on its way
to the underwater site

of Amphibia City
aboard the Manta Ray.

Once on the bottom, the
survey and construction crew

set about their work locating
and emplacing the piling supports,

just as they might have done
on a surface project.

But this one is 30 fathoms deep,

where life is at a premium.

With constant danger
from sharks, giant rays,

other monsters of the deep

and the perils
of the ocean itself.

They reach the spot
previously marked

by a stone, a chain
and a small marker buoy.

Where one of the engineers
sets up his equipment

while another unlimbers a tripod

with an encased camera
to photograph the site.

The chain is removed and the
marker buoy rises toward the surface

as a guide
to the engineers above

to the spot where the
first cell is to come down.

Accidents are part
of construction.

You can do your best
to control them,

but you cannot eliminate them.

I'm glad you're both here.

I'd like you to meet our
dietician, Phyllis Gatewood.

How do you do? How do you do?

This is our project
engineer, Bob Gage.

How do you do?

You don't look
very happy, Mr. Gage.

I'm not. We just had
another man killed by sharks.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But I suppose on
anything as important as...

(SCOFFS)

Important.

Mr. Gage isn't exactly a
true believer in Amphibia City.

I don't understand.

Why, I think this is a
challenge of a lifetime.

Mr. Gage, today millions
of people in the world

don't get enough to eat.

What happens tomorrow,
in 10 years,

when the population
explosion doubles the number?

How do we nourish ourselves?

The sea is our only hope
of avoiding mass starvation.

Why, it's a vast, untapped,

abundant source of food.

But we have to learn
how to use it,

and that's where I come in.

Careful, Miss Gatewood,
you're beginning to sound like me.

And one mad scientist
is enough for Mr. Gage.

(LAUGHS)

MALE NARRATOR: By the time
Bob Gage and his men

have completed
the piling supports,

many parts of the cell units have
been fabricated and assembled,

moving platforms and
other units towed out to sea

and some parts are being
lowered into the depths.

Now the first of the city's large
complete cells has been towed to the site

and waits to be sunk into place.

On the bottom, Bob and his crew

are ready to mount the
beehive-like housing structure

and its self-adjusting
hydraulic piling supports.

(OVER MIC) This is Gage.

She's coming down nice and
slow and level. Just hold it like that.

Pull in. The currents got it.

I can't do it.
Not enough pressure.

Something's wrong.

Number two wench man,
you're letting down too fast.

Stay still and hold left.

This is Number Two.

I've got a burning clutch
up here.

You've got to hold it.
We'll lose the cell.

This clutch is ready to
fly to pieces any second.

All right, all of you, the
cable's slipping off the track.

Grab anything, guide it,

we'll try to hoist
it in by hand.

Chuck, hold it.

Chuck, I said hold it.

Right.

Guide it.

Easy.

MALE NARRATOR:
Despite the near mishap,

the first cell unit
of Amphibia City

is safely in place
on the sea floor.

Well, the structures are all
on the bottom and tied down.

Turbo generator is tied
in to the ocean current.

We have lights
and plenty of extra power.

Atmosphere recharger and saltwater
conversion filter are operational.

It seems like we're
ready to proceed.

(LAUGHS) I guess so.

You're one month
ahead of schedule.

We aren't going too fast
for you, are we, Doctor?

We have all our personnel
selected and screened.

The project plans have
been ready a long time.

I've been preparing for
this all my life, remember.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes?

MAN: There's a Lieutenant
Steele to see you.

Send him in.

He's the last of our company.

Dr. Halstead, how are you, sir?

Good to see you, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Steele is an underwater
communications specialist

assigned to us by the Navy.

The Navy?

We've worked together
before on research projects.

This is Bob Gage.
Bob. How do you do?

Tim Graham. How do you do?

And my niece, Dr. Powers.

Doctor, nice to meet
you. How do you do?

Sit down, Lieutenant.

Yes, the admiral thinks
that Dr. Halstead's project

may be the vital link in our
whole chain of sea defenses.

Today control of the seas means

control beneath the surface.

Uh-huh. Guided missile
atomic submarines.

Right. But in order
for them to do the job,

we need an early
warning line on the bottom

to detect and identify
possible enemy subs.

And a string of Amphibia
cities could do the job perfectly.

They might also serve as
a home base for our subs,

supplying and repairing
them all underwater

so they'd never
have to surface at all.

You know, I hate to admit it,

what he's saying makes sense.

(CHUCKLES)

Then the project isn't
completely crazy.

Yeah, I guess not.

Of course, the cells are
ready, but we're not in them yet.

We're not living on the bottom.

We will be, tomorrow.

I see no reason for delay.

Does anyone?

Good.

Then early in the morning
we'll board the Manta

and head for our new home.

Now, if the rest of you
will run along,

I have a lot of work to do.

Nice to have met you,
Lieutenant. And you, sir.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

See you, Lieutenant. Bob.

Dr. Halstead, I'd like
to talk to you alone.

Certainly. If you
wait just a moment.

Alan, it's Dr. Halstead.

Tomorrow's the day.
Alert the staff.

I'll meet with you
in a few minutes,

and we'll go over everything.

Yes, it is.

It's hard for me
to believe even yet.

Now, remind me to
thank the admiral

for sending you with us again.

That's the point, sir. This
time I can't go with you.

I don't understand.

The admiral was sure
you'd jump at this chance.

The way you talked,
as though you believed in it.

Oh, I do believe in it, sir.

I think the assignment
is just great, but...

(SIGHS) I got married yesterday.

Oh, I see.

I postponed the day
so many times...

Well, I'm not going
to let her down now.

This time we're going to have a
honeymoon. A real honeymoon.

A honeymoon.

What kind of a girl
is your wife?

Aside from being the most
wonderful girl in the world, of course.

That she is.

Dotty's father was a Navy man.

She's a good sport,
game for anything.

Game for anything.

Even a honeymoon on
the bottom of the ocean?

Do you mean that?

(LAUGHING)

Can I use your phone?
By all means.

Room 12, please.

Hello, Dotty. Wally.

No, no, no trouble.

Listen, what are you doing?

I mean, are you
standing up or...

Well, you better sit down.

Now, do you have a
good grip on the phone?

Good, then...

Guess where we're going
to spend our honeymoon?

MALE NARRATOR: The next day
the Manta Ray,

with the advance party
of ocean floor pioneers,

was on its way to Amphibia City.

(SONAR PINGING)

We've picked up
Amphibia's sonar pings.

That light up ahead,
do you see it?

That's Amphibia City.

Happy you decided
to join us, Mrs. Steele.

Well, it's quite an experience.

(ALARM BLARING)

GAGE: (ON RADIO) Open
escape valves, start air pumps,

equalize pressure
for 30 fathoms.

(CHATTERING)

(EXCLAIMS)

I can't believe it.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

Hello, Jimmy. Hi, Mack.

The, uh... The boys will
take care of your luggage.

This cell is built
in three levels.

The hangar level,
below us the main floor

and the dining level.

The elevator connects all three.

POWERS: Oh, it's marvelous.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Oh, it's wonderful.

It's amazing. Just wonderful.

Oh, this is miraculous.

Isn't it beautiful?

How does it feel, Dr. Halstead,

seeing a dream come true?

It's the greatest moment
of my life.

If... If I remember the plans
correctly, that's the window.

That's right. Would
you like to see the view?

I'd love to. Well, of course.

Oh, it's breathtaking, isn't it?

Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, it's wonderful.

GATEWOOD: Isn't it beautiful?

(GASPS)

It's miraculous. I've never
seen anything like this.

It's too bad Mr. Graham
isn't here to share this with us.

Yes, he went to Washington

to try and talk
the defense department

into sharing some of their
money with Graham Construction.

If he was here,
I would tell Mr. Graham

how foolish all of my doubts

concerning his unenthusiastic
project engineer seem to be now.

Well, that's very nice
of you, Doctor.

At least we... We got it
on the bottom for you.

Now it behooves us
to prove the truth

of Ralph Waldo Emerson's words.

"He builded better than he knew:."

"The conscious stone
to beauty grew."

Would you like to see
the rest of the place?

Why, yes. Oh, yes.

(CLEARING THROAT)
Well, Doctor, we'll...

We'll start with your
office and laboratory.

Fine.

There's something
that'll interest you, Phyllis.

The kitchen.

The breathing and diving equipment
room and exit hatch are below.

They're reached by
either stairs or elevators.

Communications,
electronics are in the tower.

Now, each unit
is self-contained.

It has its own emergency power
and atmosphere regenerator.

You know, actually, the
whole installation is fail safe.

Fail safe? Mmm-hmm.

In case of an accident
or an emergency

water-tight doors
close automatically

and each unit seals
itself off from the others.

Doctor!

Oh, your kitchen!

Do you like it?

It's more than a kitchen.

It's a dietician's paradise.
Thanks to Mr. Gage here.

Thank you, it's
perfect, just perfect.

Well, you designed it,
I just put it together.

Yes, but, well, it's...
It's more than I expected.

Why, we're going to make seaweed

the specialty of the house

and it's going to be
delicious. (LAUGHING)

You can check the bulletin board

for your assigned
living quarters.

Oh, yes, all except for
Lieutenant Steele and his wife.

For them we've reserved
the honeymoon cottage.

WALLY: Oh, wow. (LAUGHING)

Don't be ridiculous,
Wally, put me down.

Now, who's being ridiculous?

(SIGHS)

Our first home.

Well, I've always known that life wouldn't
be exactly normal married to a sailor.

But I never quite expected this.

But you did expect this.

Well...

Well... Well, what?

It's nice to know
that some things

about honeymoons
haven't changed.

You can bet your frog
flippers they haven't.

And the first rule is...

Privacy.

MALE NARRATOR:
As the months passed,

Amphibia City moved
rapidly ahead.

Oh, Doctor, we're ready for
a test run on the TV monitors.

Do you want to check
them out? I certainly do.

You know, with these cameras,

we'll be able to check the
progress of the work parties

without putting on diving
suits and equipment.

Also, in case of an emergency,

we'll be able to send
help pretty quickly.

MALE NARRATOR: The agar farms
provide the source for vegetable matter.

The scientists could see
a general picture

of the rows
of experimental beds,

or move in
to check them in detail.

Two-man miniature submarines
and aqua bats

are used for fast
transportation.

These mini subs are also
used for the fish round up.

Nutritious food fishes
are selected,

rounded up exactly as
cowboys round up cattle.

The school instinct
keeps the fish together.

The school is merely pointed
in the desired direction,

the gates of the fish pen
are opened

and the fish are confined
inside to be fattened like beef.

The mini sub circles away and
the fish round up is complete.

We've got yeast
and a little cornmeal here.

Pineapple juice, one half pint.

That's enough of that.

(SNIFFING)

Cook for una hour.

I thought so.

So, this is what happened
to my supplies.

Oh, now, come on,
honey. Don't worry...

If you weren't getting enough
to eat, why didn't you tell me?

You didn't have to steal.

I've been getting enough
to eat, but... But this is...

Oh, now I understand,
this is a still.

You're right.

I got this mash recipe from
a woman in the Philippines.

They call it "tuba" and this stuff
packs a wallop like a 16-inch gun.

Wait till you taste it.

Not me. And you'd better get this mash
cleaned up before Dr. Halstead sees it,

or you'll be heading
top side, pronto.

Now, what's the matter with a thirsty
guy wanting a little blast now and then?

Nothing. Except that liquor
is against the rules down here.

You've got everything else.

Well, not quite everything.

But that's easily fixed. Huh?

Isn't it? Huh?

(LAUGHS) Oh, no, you don't.

Phyllis, just a minute.
Phyllis, wait. Phyllis?

I got this.

(EXCLAIMING)

No...

We are now generating
our own power,

creating our own atmosphere,
purifying our water,

eating our own foods,
mining our own minerals.

In short, we have
achieved our objective.

As of this moment we can say that
our undersea colony, Amphibia City,

is complete, self-contained
and independent of the surface.

We've met all our needs and...

Almost all, Doctor.

My wife's about ready to
take care of the last one.

Well, I... I'm not sure whether
it will have gills or lungs,

but I'm pretty sure
it'll be a baby.

(ALL CHATTERING) Well,
congratulations, Mrs. Steele.

You, too, Lieutenant.

Well, that about
concludes the report.

Meeting adjourned? Right.

Congratulations.

Bob, I assume you've
been thinking of the day

when we would become
self-sufficient.

Oh, yes. I've given
the day some thought.

It means my job
down here is finished.

Have you considered staying
on with us, joining the colony?

No, no, frankly, no.

Then one of our projects
has failed.

Making a believer
out of the project boss.

Say, boss, you won't be
needing me for a while, will you?

I guess not, why?

Well, I've been kind of curious
about that sunken wreck.

Thought I might look through
it and see what's aboard, okay?

Yeah, don't get your feet wet.

Aye, aye, sir.

# All bound to go where I'll...

You know, I've heard of rapture of
the deep, but never less than 200 feet.

He doesn't seem
to be in any pain.

Well, there is none with nitrogen
narcosis, if that's what it is.

# Way hay and up she rises

His physical reactions
are slightly depressed,

but otherwise quite normal.

I just can't understand.

Let me know the minute there's
any change in his condition.

I will.

(EXHALES) That's funny.
I can almost swear that...

What?

(EXHALES)

And out of the blue,
a beautiful mermaid.

Come here, gorgeous.

(MOANING)

Do you know what his trouble is?

This boy's loaded.

Drunk, plain drunk.

Well, I'll be a...

(EXCLAIMS)

# What do you do
with a drunken sailor

# Early in the morning

(LAUGHS) You know, the
boys in the Navy said that

Chuck could always find
a drink any time, any place.

But down here,
he surpassed himself.

Come on, wrangler,
it's beddy-bye time

in the old sea corral.

All right.

(HUMMING LOUDLY)

(LAUGHS)

I like you.

What are you doing?

I'm checking my medical alcohol.

And?

It's all there. Every drop.

How's your supply
of raisin and sugar?

You know, I heard that in the
service men used to ferment fruit

and mash and distill it and...

Yes, he tried that a while back, but
I stopped him before he could finish.

Where did he get it?

He couldn't have brought
it down with him.

Liquor was explicitly forbidden.

I'm going to find out
where he got it.

You know, I liked the way
he kissed me.

Disgraceful, wasn't it?

But, you know,
speaking quite frankly,

it makes you remember
there's something more to living

even way down here than
cooking a pot of bouillabaisse.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Yes.

Amanda brought this for you.

Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

The defense department is
pleased with our reports.

Graham is bringing an inspection
team out from Washington to look us over.

And if they approve us?

Well, they'll take over
the city officially

and I guess I'm out of a job.

Congratulations.

You sound disappointed.

I am.

In the city? Why... In you.

I'd hoped by this time
you'd have been convinced

of the importance
of what we've done.

But if you aren't, a man as
able and intelligent as yourself,

how can I make the rest
of the world believe in it?

You want to know why
I don't buy this?

I think it's a gimmick.

You wanted to prove that you
could live on the bottom of the ocean.

You've don't it
and I congratulate you.

But, Doctor, it isn't important
one way or the other.

Not important? The food
projects, the minerals,

the undersea defense,
knowledge of the sea.

They're all fine, but do we have
to live down here to have them?

We could have all those things
and still live on dry land.

You're right.

All of these things would be
possible without Amphibia City.

But suppose,

just suppose there should
be a nuclear war.

With the earth's entire surface
contaminated, radioactive,

where would we run to?

What would we eat, drink?

Where else but
the bottom of the sea?

The only safe refuge, a haven,

an inexhaustible,
uncontaminated food supply,

a safe atmosphere.

No surface danger
could touch us.

And for how long?

Indefinitely.

Centuries perhaps.
As long as necessary.

Then at some distant day,

when the surface
radioactivity is dissipated

and the dry land is safe again,

future generations of amphibians
would be ready and waiting.

Once again life would
crawl up out of the sea

and repopulate the earth
with men and women.

Well, here are the menus
for the week.

That's Bob Gage, isn't it?

And Chuck Marlow.

Where's Chuck going?

I don't know.

As a matter of fact,
his work is finished.

What's he doing
out there at all?

I wonder if...

You want to watch this anymore?

No, I've got work to do.

(ALARM BEEPING)

(GRUNTS) Help! I'm stuck.

Monica, don't panic! I'm coming.

(GROANING)

Look out.

Chuck, look out. Behind you.

I'm sinking deeper. Hurry!

Hold on now. Try to
move. Move your foot.

I can't get out. Help!

Bob! Bob, help me.

Bob, she's stuck.

Get hold of that rock. When
I grab Monica, heave on it.

Yeah, got it.

You got her, Bob?

Okay. I'm all right.

The bottom seemed to drop
out from under her like quicksand.

The same thing happened
to me a few days ago, too.

What happened? The
ground gave way under Monica

and a rock pinned her down.

It could've been
a terrible tragedy.

Well, thank heavens
nothing seems broken.

(SIGHS)

I... I told you I was all right.

You should know better
then to go out there alone.

You were mighty lucky. You
might have been trapped, drowned.

What does that matter to you?
One flounder, more or less.

Well, with this
particular flounder

it might make a
great deal of difference.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, except for
a few scratches, I'm fine.

The spot where you had
the accident, where was it?

By the hull of the old wreck.

Could I have the geological
survey on the Amphibia City site?

I'd, uh... I'd like to study it.

Certainly, it's in my office.
I'll look it up for you.

I'll stop by in a little
while and pick it up.

I don't believe this
survey is complete.

You see, Carl Wendt
was killed before...

Yes, yes, I remember.

Thank you, Doctor.

Is something worrying you?
Anything wrong?

I don't know. I, uh...
I'm not sure.

The Manta will arrive
in a couple of hours

with Mr. Graham and
his party from Washington.

What do you make of him?

I don't know.

But whatever Burnett's looking for,
he's sure being closed-mouth about it.

Well, maybe he's found a sunken
treasure and wants to keep it for himself.

Well, if that's the case, a geological
survey report isn't going to help him much.

A last look?

Oh, yeah.

You'll be going back soon,
won't you? With Mr. Graham?

Oh, I suppose so. When they
approve the city, my job is finished.

And I guess you'll be getting on
with something more important.

Your space platform.

I sure hope so.

Did I say something wrong?

None of this has meant
anything to you, has it?

I wouldn't say that.

Nothing you've done has...
Has been important.

I wouldn't say that either.

I met you.

You can't be serious.

Mmm. Can't I?

Why did you wait so long?

I mean, why did
you say something now,

just as you're leaving
and it's too late?

Too late?

There's nothing that says that you
have to stay down here with the fish.

Why don't you come
back upstairs with me where...

Where people belong?

MAN ON PA: Attention. Submarine
Manta Ray now arriving at hangar port.

(SIGHS)

The boss.

The boss.

All right.

(SIREN SOUNDING)

MAN: Open the storage valves,
water hangar.

Start air pumps, equalize
air pressure for depth.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Monica. Hello, Tim.

Good to see you.

Doctor, these gentlemen
here are from Washington.

This is Bob Gage,
Dr. Halstead, Dr. Monica Powers.

You are a familiar face, doctor.
Don't worry about your bags.

Everything will be
assigned to your cells.

HALSTEAD: When we say cells,
we mean your rooms.

Thank you, thank you.

I couldn't put your book down. It
kept me awake for three nights.

(LAUGHS) The book had
a lot to do with whether...

Has the Manta arrived?

Oh, they're coming down now.

Are you all right, Mr. Burnett?

Certainly, yes, certainly.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGING)

Here they are.
Better warn Phyllis.

(CHATTERING)

How are you, Mr. Graham?

Wally. This is Lieutenant
Steele, gentlemen.

We'll do the formal introductions
and that sort of protocol later.

This is truly magnificent,
Mr. Graham.

It just doesn't seem possible

that the world can be as functional
down here as it is up where we dwell.

You see, Dr Halstead, one cannot
describe your dream with words

or even with drawings.

Say, Tim, if you will,
we need you to describe

what's going on in
the real world up above.

You know, we don't get any
final editions down here.

Here comes the lady
with an announcement.

I hope you're all
as hungry as I am.

Welcome.

Gentlemen, this is our dietician
and hostess, Miss Phyllis Gatewood.

Now, Phyllis, I have an idea our visitors
from Washington are mighty hungry. Am I right?

And we hope the world
is still hungry

for both knowledge
and for undersea food.

So, if you'll step this way.

I see what makes the sea
a great temptation.

I shall probably never go back.

Just help yourselves,
gentlemen, please.

Where's Dotty?

She was feeling a little
tired. She went to lie down.

I better look in on her.

She's all right.

Told me to insist you
stay and have your dinner.

BURNETT: Excuse me
a moment, please.

Mr. Graham?

Oh, hello, Burnett.

I must talk to you
alone right away.

Well, can't it wait?
I'm starved.

It's too important, please.

Now, just what is it
you're trying to say?

There isn't the slightest doubt

this whole Amphibia City
area is undercut,

undermined by
the current in the trench.

Already people have started
falling through the crust.

You mean, we could go this far,

build the whole installation
and nobody discovered it?

Dr. Wendt was about to, undoubtedly,
but he was killed by the moray.

Unfortunately, nobody else followed through
afterwards before starting construction.

The question is what can
we do about it now?

We must tell them,
everybody, right away.

The erosive activity is
increasing by the minute.

At any moment the bottom
could collapse,

take Amphibia City with it,
down into a 1,000-foot trench.

Oh, now slow down, take it easy.

Now, the sea floor has been there
for millions of years, since time began.

It isn't going to collapse itself
right now in a matter of minutes.

It's never had to sustain
such weights before.

The city, the... The pilings.

Perhaps one of our demolition
charges jarred loose a key stone or...

Well, I'm no geologist,
but I know this,

no man alive can predict a
slide or a volcanic eruption or...

Or an earthquake
with any accuracy.

Don't believe me?

Then come with me and
see the area for yourself.

All right, let's go.

I hope you're enjoying the meal.

The most amazing food
I've ever eaten.

And I believe Miss Gatewood
has an announcement to make

concerning it that may be of
interest to you, gentlemen. Phyllis.

I just wanted to say that
every mouthful you've eaten,

from soup to nuts,

everything on your plates was
gathered, produced, and prepared here

on the bottom of the sea.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Delicious.

You're sure you know how to
operate a lung, Mr. Graham?

Well, I can breathe, that's
all there is to it, isn't it?

Well, yes, but in case
of emergency...

Let's go.

Bite the mouth piece.

Hey, Chuck, where's Tim Graham?

Out walking on the bottom
with Burnett.

With Burnett?

Yeah, Burnett insisted he wanted
to show him something right away.

They mentioned the old wreck.

I'd better go after them. Graham's
had no experience underwater.

Don't tell the
rest of the people.

It's worse than before and
getting weaker all the time.

The whole bottom structure
is undercut. Watch.

(GASPS)

Graham, Graham, help me.

Push the alarm.

(ALARM BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

I can't hold you.

(SCREAMING)

I killed him.

Burnett tried to tell me, to warn
us, and I wouldn't believe him.

He tried to tell you what?

This whole bottom
structure is undercut.

There'll be a big
slide at any time.

We've got to evacuate
the city, right now.

Now we no longer need fear
for mankind's survival.

No matter what havoc
we may wreak above.

Gentlemen, this is
the world of the future.

(RUMBLING)

(SCREAMING)

Are you hurt?

Phyllis! What
happened? What was it?

I don't know,
the whole place is shaking.

Tell the others, Monica.

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

MAN: Are you all right,
Dr. Halstead?

Run for the Manta, quick.
Grab lungs, change below.

Stay clear of that ledge.

My wife, she's alone.

Where's Burnett? He's dead.

Tim, head for the
Manta. I'll go with you.

You're a liability down here.

Get that rescue sub on its way.

HALSTEAD: What's happening?

We built on a fault.
The whole city's collapsing.

Doctor, where are you going?

My papers, my records, they're
in my quarters. They're priceless.

There's no time, Doctor.

Where's Phyllis and Monica?

In there, changing.

Halstead down yet? Not yet.

(SCREAMING)

Dr. Halstead!

Dr. Halstead!

(RUMBLING)

Dr. Halstead?

He's dead.
These are his records.

Look, a light.

One cell didn't go.
Which one is it?

Wally and Dotty,
the honeymoon cell.

Wally! Wally!

I'm right here, Dotty. We didn't
know whether you got out or not.

We saw the light. This is
the only cell still standing.

Are we going to get out of this?

The Manta Ray is gone,
everything's gone.

We saw it out there.

How long will these air
units last? And the lights?

The standby Navy sub,
it's coming.

(GASPS)

Get to the water lock room.

Well, I guess we're safe.

It's all over now.

Yes, it is all over, isn't it?

Everything my uncle worked for.

You were right,
it was just a silly dream.

Well, this cell survived
even a disaster like this.

And the next time we build,
it won't be on a geologic fault.

Next time? But...

But what about outer space?
Your platform?

I haven't forgotten about it.
It will still be there though.

Meanwhile, there's inner space.

I'm not the kind of guy who
quits on a job halfway through.

Your uncle thought this
data was worth his life.

Maybe we can still
prove he was right.

MALE NARRATOR: Amphibia City
is only the beginning.

In the future, we will see
other undersea colonies,

great cities on the sea bottom.

In truth the great, rich,
bountiful ocean depths,

cradle of all life,

the world of inner space,

may provide a future home
and a safe haven for mankind.