All language subtitles for The.Outer.Limits.1963.S02E11.BRRip.x264-ION10

The earth,

tumbling grain of sand in the
darkness of unending space,

plays host to
a strange and awful guest.

Unsought. Uninvited.

Possessor of fearsome power.
Purveyor of dark deed.

A relentless traveler on the
road to its mysterious goal.

That's it, Adam.
2nd floor. Apartment 17.

Is Minns
in there now?

No, but that's his place,
all right.

All set?

Yeah, put Hansel on the roof and
Dormley on the other building.

A couple of guys,
uh, across the street,

and 2 men on the corners.
Right. That's about it.

This is Adam Ballard, assistant
secretary of science.

Mr. Ballard.

Where's Linett?

One flight up.

I want one of your men
covering the stairs,

and two of you here on the
door, one on each side.

After he gets inside, you're
to avoid looking at him.

Nobody's to look
directly at him.

Yes, sir.

Now, the whole buildings been sealed off.
The block has been sealed off.

The lieutenant...

Is probably the smartest man
you will ever come up against.

Maybe the word is "brilliant."
He has extraordinary abilities.

He's pleasant,
genial, agreeable,

unstoppable, and as far
as we know, deadly.

Unstoppable
until now, that is.

Now, we're gonna stop him
if we have to kill him.

All right, Granger?

All right, sir.

Have your men
searched this place?

Yes.

How about this phone?

We're tapping it.

Oh!

What is it?

I don't know.

Your hand's shaking.

I'm scared to death.

There is nothing
wrong with your television set.

Do not attempt to
adjust the picture.

We are
controlling transmission.

For the next hour, we will control
all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery.

Which reaches from
the inner mind to...

The outer limits.

You didn't use your key?

No.

Did you know the door was unlocked?
Or that we were in here?

Both.

This is Ray Harris,

deputy director of the
federal bureau of security.

How do you do,
Mr. Harris?

It must be your man
who's staking me out.

Are they
that conspicuous?

You knew that
and walked in anyway?

You tried to contain me
once, it didn't work.

Our weapons are pitiful
against you, aren't they?

I didn't mean it that way.

I did.

You smile at me
and I get a chill.

You're smiling with a piece of your
mind that doesn't belong to you.

You'll lie that way.
Cheat that way,

steal that way,
if you have to.

You said we can't contain you.
Well, I believe you.

I believe you can do almost
anything you want to do.

No.

Anything I must do,
Mr. Ballard.

But what is it you must do?

What do you want with me?

What laws have I broken?
What have I done?

You said you didn't know
Hadley or Conover or Renaldo.

You said you had
no interest in them,

and had no compulsion
about them.

Yes, I did say that.

Within 3 weeks you sent them
bank drafts totaling $400,000.

That's quite a gift to people you
don't know and have no interest in.

I knew they needed it.

What for?

To make whatever
they had to make?

Buy whatever they had to buy? Or
create whatever they had to create?

The components,
the elements for a spaceship.

What's it for?

I don't know.

Does it matter
that it maybe heinous?

Yes, it matters.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

You can fight it!

Not any more
than you can fight me.

Well, let's see
if I can fight you. Let's go!

Where?
To Washington.

What for?

To study you, to brainwash
you, to stop this project.

You're mortal, lieutenant.

If a bullet shatters
your heart, you die.

Yes.

If it does...

This project, as you call it,
Mr. Ballard,

won't die.

Minns.

Don't turn,
and don't look at us.

Harris has a gun and he'll fire
if you move or try to face us.

If he fires, 2 security
guards outside the door

have been instructed
to break through

and fire without
asking questions.

I don't want
anyone to get hurt.

Fine, then we'll all
go together, as planned.

I can't.

Minns!

I said I didn't
want anyone hurt.

It isn't that
I'd hurt anyone.

I don't want
an accident.

One step, I shoot.

6 bullets fired
at point blank range, missed.

Took an elevator
to the lower level,

out through
the servant's entrance,

to the garage under the building,
got in his car, drove away.

And nobody
stopped him.

Not for lack of trying.

My men couldn't stop him. They
couldn't touch him, they said.

I don't understand that.

Neither do we.

The lieutenant ignored them, just
as he ignored us in his apartment.

They fired after him,
he drove on.

Fired after him?
At what distance?

Less than 15 feet.

There was no way those bullets
could miss Lt. Minns.

But they did.

This is Lt. Phillip J. Minns.

That's his encephalograph.

Sgt. James Conover.

He was flown here to
Washington last February 13th

for surgery
from the same war front.

That's his dual
brainwave pattern.

Next, pvt. First class
Frances Hadley.

February 26th. Same bit.
Everything the same.

April 10th, a month ago,

pvt. Robert Renaldo.

Those 4 men are
medical miracles.

They had bullets
in their brains,

they should have died,
and didn't.

When the bullets
were removed, another brain,

an intelligence,
got in and took over.

And I mean intelligence.

3 of these men developed
I.Q.s over 200.

They haven't done anything
illegal, have they?

Well, if we have to
wait for them to do

whatever it is they're
being forced to do,

it may be too late.

Mr. Secretary,
I'll be blunt about it.

I think
we've been invaded.

This whole world
has been invaded.

These 4 men have been given
enormous intellectual resources

and they have responded with
fantastic accomplishments,

far beyond our greatest
scientific conceptions.

I'm not pleading for your time, Mr. Branch.
Just reporting.

We've got one thread
of a lead.

Lt. Minns is up to
something in St. Louis,

and Harris is making a breakdown of
some notes we got in his apartment,

we believe that the starship
will be assembled in Wichita.

Hello, compadre.

Compadre?

"Brothers
under the skin," no?

Or is it
freaks under the skull?

You're the metallurgist?

Yeah.

And you?

Physicist.

How many are we?

4. You, me, Hadley.

This is his place,
he's the bio-chemist.

And Minns.

Lt. Minns,

the financial wizard.

How'd you know that?

A guy named Adam Ballard
looked me up in Tokyo.

He's the, uh, assistant
to the secretary of science.

And he told you?

Well, I found out
from him, anyway.

With the lieutenant,
I just checked back

on who put 90,000 bucks
in the bank of Tokyo for me.

I, uh, saw your stuff outside.

Oh, yeah, the crates.

What is that thing?

See that screwdriver?

Pick it up.

Throw it at me.

Uh, go on, toss it to me.

Pick it up.
Throw it again, harder.

A force field,
a magnetic force field.

I named it
"Renaldo's Barrier".

You could set off a bomb,
it wouldn't get through.

Where does it end?

I just, uh,
set it for around me.

An "a" -bomb couldn't
get through it, huh?

Any kind of bomb.

Any kind of bullet,
or knife, or anything.

It's impassable. Period.

You ask the lieutenant when he gets here.
I sent him a model.

I made it in 8 days.

Of course I used some of the
principles of the antigravity device.

Isn't that marvelous?

Isn't that
a tremendous achievement?

Why'd you make it?

Why?

Because something told me to
and I couldn't stop myself.

Because somebody needed it.
The lieutenant.

For our project, maybe.
Whatever that is.

To safeguard us.
To anticipate trouble.

To fit it into a Jigsaw puzzle
that nobody understands.

Have you been doing
anything lately

besides working
on this project?

Has Hadley? Has Minns?

We're a bunch of freaks,
aren't we?

Yeah, I guess we
are a bunch of freaks.

And that visitor
we got up here

that makes us so smart.

Makes us! Forces us!

I hate that.

Oh, I hate to be forced.

I was a private.
I hated P.F.C.s.

Is it the same
with you, Conover?

Despite everything,

is there something
there for you?

That antigravity thing, I made
out of nothing. And... and this.

It's like having
a woman you love...

It's different with you?

Huh?

Hadley's designing
the atmosphere.

You created the drive
and I made the parts.

Without knowing why, I made
that alloy strong enough

to withstand any kind
of heat or cold.

I made it lightweight,
rivet-less.

It's a spaceship.

But what for, Renaldo?
Huh? What's the purpose?

It could be for something
terrible, couldn't it?

Yeah, I guess it could be.

Yeah, well,
that's what it is for me.

That I might be responsible, and
even if something is forcing me...

I see
terrible things, Renaldo.

I see children who are
tortured and... and retarded.

And I see despair,

and rage and fear.

I see grotesque shapes.

Terror.

I... I'm sorry.

It's pretty fanciful,
isn't it?

The items are
pretty cryptic, Adam,

but we've made
some progress.

That first one,
"4th at Eden."

An address.

No.

Took us quite a while
to read that one out.

Eden's not a street or an
Avenue or a boulevard.

At least not in the section of St.
Louis we're interested in.

Or rather, the lieutenant
is interested in.

Eden is a theater.

A theater?

And "4th"?

A date.

What kind of date?

Calendar date,
like "4th of July."

And appointment date.

The 4th of July, say,
at Eden theater.

Anyway, that's our conclusion.

"Minerva G., H-O-S-P."

Well, that was an easy one.
Obviously, hospital.

We're still checking them out.

Theater? Hospital?

"At Parkville, after two."

Well, that's a school.

"Two" could be time of day.

"John S., 62, Lar."

A John Subiron

lives at 6240,
Larchmont Avenue.

That's pretty close
to the same neighborhood.

Any questions?

Thanks, Ray, good job.

Nothing any other
interpretive genius

couldn't have done
in twice the time.

Your father home?

No.

Mother?
No.

Where is she?

Shopping.

May I come in
and wait for her?

No.

I don't have a father.
He died.

I'm sorry.

Why can't I come in
and wait for her?

I'm not allowed
to let anybody in.

There she is, anyway.

Mrs. Subiron.

Yes?

Uh, my name's Ballard. I'd like
to talk to you about John.

OK, what for?

Say, are you the one
he calls lieutenant?

He's not the lieutenant.

Well, I'm sorry. I don't have
time to talk to you now.

Who is the lieutenant?

Well, that kid's
got a great imagination.

Somebody he invented.

Invented, Mrs. Subiron?

Isn't that a kick?

I'm too progressive to threaten
him with the bogeyman,

so he invents one
to threaten me with.

Mrs. Subiron.

Oh.

Look, I don't know
what you're selling,

but you'll have to come back
some other time.

And there is no lieutenant,

other than in
Johnny's imagination.

Excuse me.

Miss Spenser said Minerva was
leaning out of the window

looking and talking to him.

But of course
that's impossible.

You talked to the man,
didn't you?

To the lieutenant.

How did you know
he was a lieutenant?

She doesn't even know
what a lieutenant is.

She knew this lieutenant.

Miss Spenser says he wasn't
even wearing a uniform.

You just knew he
was there, Minerva?

Just knew he was
on the street outside?

He didn't even
talk to you?

Not out loud, but he was there.
He heard me.

What did you say to him?

I said, "yes, lieutenant. I wanna
go wherever you go. I want to."

Daniel Newton masters?

That could be Danny masters.

Has he been placed in
foster homes several times?

4 times, Mr. Minns.

He's with the Lawsons now.
A very nice couple.

Perhaps this will
be the charm.

He's a very sensitive boy.

How long has he
been with them?

Well, let's see...

3 weeks, now.

Danny's a very
nice-looking boy.

I guess that's why
he's had so many chances.

It's nice of you to take an interest in
one of our older children, Mr. Minns.

It isn't always easy to find
homes for our 8-year-olds,

especially one
who's a deaf-mute.

Hmm.

Well, thank you, Miss Steen.

Perhaps you'd be interested
in one of our other children.

No, I'm sorry.
It was Danny masters.

His 4th home.

It must be terrible when you
find out you're not wanted.

Danny?

Danny masters?

Don't they love you, Danny?

Are they
just like the others?

I'm a lieutenant, Danny.

Wanna come with me?

Did you see
a ball come by?

When?

Just right now.

The lieutenant took it.

Who?

The lieutenant.

Whose the lieutenant?

Is this it?

You think you could
get away with that?

Lieutenant?

Know him?

No, I never saw him.

He's that made-up friend
of that deaf and dumb kid

who doesn't come
around anymore.

That's right.

Where is the deaf
and dumb boy?

I don't know.

Well, what's his name?
Who is he?

Who knows?

At it, aren't they?

Yes.

How far have they got?

It's incredible, they're almost finished.
At least with the shell.

Now, they're
working on the insides.

Busy, busy.

You, too.

I hear you put security on
a few places in St. Louis.

A few?

Hospitals, playgrounds,
Johnny's house.

Johnny Subiron.

A dozen men on each,
around the clock.

That's Hadley.

He's picked up
the antigravity device.

They've got it all there now, all
except the lieutenant and the kids.

Let's move in
on them, Ray.

Let's move in on them right
now with whatever we've got.

We'll never
have a better time.

It could be bloody.

What do they want
with children?

Harris.

Yeah.

Renaldo.

It's OK.
No one's going to get hurt.

Coming along, isn't it?

Hadley's here now.
He can mix his gases

and rare herbs
and put in his air ducts.

What did you bring, uh, Hadley?
The antigravity drive?

No more fighting you?
Giving up fighting?

You haven't even found out why
you're building this ship.

Well, I found out, Conover.

You ought to be proud to be part
of such a noble undertaking.

What do you mean
by that?

A bit of
kidnapping, that's what.

That's the purpose
for this whole thing.

But there's no ransom
with these kids.

Their folks can't buy them back.
It's a one-way trip

to some fantastic horror some alien
monster's got planned for them.

And you're picking the best.
A little blind girl,

a deaf and dumb boy,
the helpless ones.

All right, knock it off!

I don't believe him.

Don't you? You mean you haven't
gotten any instructions about it?

No feelings?
No messages?

You mean you have to wait for the
lieutenant to, uh, break the news...

If he knows.
Well, maybe he doesn't.

Maybe there are some things you're
just never going to get to know.

Mr. Ballard,
I don't believe you, either.

But if it's true,
even if it's true,

we can't do anything
about it.

We can't stop
what we're doing.

We can't help ourselves.

We aren't even aware from one second
to the next what we're going to do.

Don't you understand?
We can't stop ourselves.

Stand back,
you don't have to get hurt.

What is it, Renaldo?
Some kind of force field?

Right, and it's impregnable.

Lt. Minns
had one, remember?

Ray?

Even an "H" -bomb, Ballard.
Nothing can get in.

There is no way
to stop the project.

Yes, lieutenant.
Oh, yes, lieutenant.

Hi, lieutenant.

Hi, Minerva.

All right
if I call you Minerva?

Oh, that's fine, 'cause
everybody calls me Minnie.

Now, just a second.
Who are you?

Where do you think you're...

Hello.

We'll go out the service way,

just to avoid trouble. Will
you see we're not disturbed?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant?

Hmm?

Can I see
what you look like?

Lieutenant, you're crying.

What makes you
such a smarty-pants?

But what are you crying for?

Johnny?

Well, that means they've got about
200 miles of driving ahead of them.

Set up road blocks. Take all
precautionary measures.

Get your other men in
and surround the factory.

On their way?

Yeah. God help us.

Spread out over in there.

No sweat.

Gets you, compadre?

I've got
terrible fears, Renaldo.

Oh, that Ballard?

No, no,
before he said anything.

That's what makes
it mean something to me.

I saw it all
a long time ago.

Desperation, fear.

The hunger,
the children.

Better take it
like Hadley.

Right, Hadley? No sweat.

Can we change it, Renaldo?

Nope.

Ready for that, now.

They're almost here.

Lt. Minns,
the children.

Hello, Ballard speaking.

When?

What's that, about
10 miles from here?

No, captain, I'm afraid
there's no way we can prevent

that wagon going right through
your roadblocks.

They've gone through 5 of
them this side of St. Louis.

It's a force shield,
a barrier,

and it's impenetrable.
It surrounds the car.

Well, keep me informed
about their progress.

Yes, Granger?

They're here?

Yes?

Tell your men
to hold their fire.

They're coming
in the back way.

All there, lieutenant?

I see Minerva G.,
a blind little girl.

And Daniel masters, the boy
who can't hear or speak.

And Johnny.

Do you always believe
the worst, Ballard?

How can you live
in a world without faith?

What have you
promised those kids, Minns?

A long trip.

A trip in a starship.

It used to be candy,
or a ride in a car.

"Your mother's sick, get
in and I'll drive you home."

Progress, Ballard.

That's right. Hypnosis,
the big promise, the big lie.

And fantastic
scientific achievements.

An antigravity machine,
a force field.

Conover! Renaldo!

Don't try anything
foolish, Ballard.

There's plenty
of room inside.

Now, I'm going to close
this entrance panel

because the air-conditioning
will be on.

And help each other.
Learn to help each other.

I hope you rot, Minns!
All of you!

I don't care that you
couldn't stop what you did!

You could have
stopped yourselves!

You could have taken
your own lives

without harming those helpless
little ones! Now what?

When do they take
off and how far do they go?

Which one of you brave geniuses goes
with them? What's in store for them?

Do you know that?

Why'd you pick on those
particular ones, Minns?

Why the helpless ones?

I don't know why, Ballard.

Well, what's going
to happen to them?

They're so innocent
and so trusting.

What do you want them for? W-what
sacrifices? For what purpose?

Now, let them go,
please, let them go.

Lieutenant,
I can't stand it anymore.

What do you mean by that?

I gotta stop it!
I must try to stop it!

Even if, as Ballard says,
I've gotta try to stop myself.

You don't know
what you're saying.

He knows what he's saying,
all right.

He's been saying it
all along.

He is scared.

He's scared to death
that what he's doing is evil.

It isn't evil.

Isn't it? The proof is
right here, right now.

How do you explain
away these kids?

Conover...

I give you my word.

No hurt. No harm.

We've never hurt
or harmed anyone.

I beg your pardon, lieutenant.
What does your word mean?

I had to do some lying, some
cheating, even stealing in Brazil

to get some roots and herbs I needed.
I had no compunction about it.

Buying this place, the owner
tried to renege on the deal.

I would have forced him to
kill himself, make no mistake.

If he hadn't
signed that bill of sale,

he would be dead today.

Not that I wanted it,
but this project did.

Does that make it right?

Minns, do you think
what you did was right?

No doubts in you at all?

Well, Conover's got doubts.

So, maybe we're all different. Maybe Charlie,
up here, isn't the same in each of us?

No, he's the same, all right.

Only, he doesn't interfere with our
own minds or our own consciences

unless we threaten
the project.

That's why this whole
conversation is academic.

It's not going to change anything
one way or another, is it?

Is it, lieutenant?

Of course it isn't,

because the lieutenant
is different,

because he's the guiding
spirit behind this whole plot.

It's his doing, he's the master
hand, he's the coordinator.

If he needs
to lie to you, he will.

But Conover,

you were saying that the
project won't let you defect.

All right, then let me.

Renaldo,
this barrier, turn it off.

We'll do the rest.

Turn it off, Renaldo.

Turn it off!

Ah, it's all
a cheat, anyway.

No hurt, no harm,

unless the project
is threatened.

What do they want,
a sample of humanity?

Something to experiment with?

Lieutenant, what happens
when it's all over?

Does Charlie go away?

What are we left with?
What we had before?

We'll stop it.

We'll make it wait, anyway.

We'll get the best scientific
people on earth to find an answer.

Turn the knob,
take away this barrier.

Renaldo!

No!

You would try anything now.
You'd say anything.

Wait a moment.

We've come to a crossroads.

I... I must tell you.

As I speak now, the words
are forming in my head.

I don't know. I really don't know
what I'm about to say, except...

I have a feeling about it,

that I must repeat now the words
that come without my knowledge.

All three of you men
will go with the children...

Of your own free will.

Think back, Ballard.

This project has been brought to
this point without hurt or harm.

Actually, really,
no one was hurt or harmed.

Those children in there,

they're not
the helpless, Ballard.

They're the hopeless,

the unloved,

the crippled, and blind,
and despairing.

Ones who all their short
lives never had anything,

never lived like we did.

Never were whole,
never had dreams.

Never had someone to love.

There's a world
far out in space,

billions and billions
of miles away.

A world filled with wonderful
things and wonderful beings.

They look much like we do.

They overcame disease, and
poverty, and want, and need,

and their lifespan
came to more than 900 years.

That's interesting, isn't it?

Remember your Bible?

And then, not long ago,
a blight came to this world,

a terrible blight.

They... they found themselves
suddenly unable to procreate.

They could have no children.
And so...

In desperation they devised
a way to start over again

with new children.

And they sent out
into the void of outer space

hundreds and thousands of meteors
filled with their own R.N.A. Factor,

the hereditary factor in
the genes and chromosomes,

in the hope that,
somewhere in space,

one of their meteors would
land on a planet like ours.

And a course would follow, much
like this course is following us.

But no harm was,
or is, intended.

They wanted no one to be hurt.

That's why these
children were chosen, Ballard.

The hopeless ones.

The ones who... who never had
anything on this earth.

Well, they will
inherit a bright, new world

of wonder and greatness.

Even if I believed you...

I've never lied to you.

The hopeless ones?
The crippled?

Not Johnny Subiron.
Not Johnny,

there's nothing
wrong with him.

Oh, you should have
asked his mother, Ballard.

Why?

Did you see him out playing?

No.

He had to stay in the house.

He has a blood disease. The doctor
said less than a year to live.

We can't let you
take away those kids,

without trying
to stop you

in every way we can,

even if what you say is true.

Then, Mr. Ballard,
go in and get them,

take them home.

Come on, Ballard.
Mr. Harris, too.

You can come through
the barrier.

Go on, Mr. Ballard.

Is the...

Is the lieutenant
still here?

Look what my hands
look like.

Lieutenant?

Look!

What is it?
What's happened to them?

The atmosphere in there,
it's just like on the planet.

Well, they're whole.
They're healthy and sound.

Johnny, too?

Well, Ballard?

How can we say yes?

It's not up to us.
We can't.

If you take them out,
they'll revert.

Crippled again? Blind again?

Lieutenant? Lieutenant?

Is everything
all right, Danny?

Yes.

You go with them, Minns?

Yes, I go.

Conover?

Renaldo?

Hadley?

"The inheritors"
are on their way.

In a universe of
billions of stars,

there are places of
love and happiness.

On this earth, in this spot,

magic settled for a moment,

wonder touched a few lives,

and a few odd
pieces fell smoothly.

Into the Jigsaw of creation.

We now return control of
your television set to you.

Until next week at
this same time,

when the control voice
will take you to,

The outer limits.