All language subtitles for War of the Worlds - 01x08 - Goliath is My Name

In 1953, Earth experienced
a war of the worlds.

Common bacteria
stopped the aliens,

but it didn't kill them.

Instead, the aliens lapsed
into a state of deep hibernation.

Now the aliens have
been resurrected,

more terrifying than before.

In 1953, aliens started
taking over the world.

Today, they're taking
over our bodies.

Did you see that Parkins
boy's body in the tunnel?

Just the photos.

Worst thing I've ever
seen. Kid had no face.

What kind of monster
would do that?

Over 850 were killed

and untold thousands injured in
the Wide Acre chemical accident.

You all look very barbaric

and should
experience little trouble

blending in with
your environment.

Remember, when you

arrive at the human's
institution of higher learning

the safest way to travel

will be through the many miles

of service tunnels
criss-crossing

beneath the campus.

Intelligence was
successful in acquiring

maps to help you
complete your infiltration.

Do not become
discouraged, comrades.

You must persevere at all costs.

Hopefully once we
have the human's

experimental Y-Fever
in our possession,

the entire North
American continent

will look as pleasing as this.

To life immortal.

To life immortal.

I don't think I have
to tell you this,

but if we win this final battle,
we're rulers of the universe.

It's gonna take
teamwork and dedication.

And a six pack apiece.

They've got one of their campus
clowns guarding the entrance.

Time for Plan B.

You're on.

Excuse me.

Hi. I've got an itch.

Would you scratch
it for me please?

Oh, that's great. Yeah.

Thank you. Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh...

How come she's playing?

She's filling in for Jefferson.

He had a meeting with the coach.

It's okay Debra.
It'll be all right.

All right, now to kill a mutant

you have to aim your laser gun

at their target and fire.

You have to hit
their laser register

in order to make
a kill, understand?

All right, Venutians,

here we go.

Now as you all know, the
mutants have invaded our universe,

and we have but one choice.

Make them eat food
from the student union.

The mutants have traveled
over time and space to do battle.

They are foresworn
to annihilate us.

This is something
we can not allow.

I hate mutants.

Our intelligence reports

their staging center
is in the Orion Chain.

We'll intercept them
there and wipe them out.

With luck we'll be rulers
of the universe by lunch.

My spies say the mutants

are going to be coming
from down over there.

Or may be over there.

Are you sure you
know where we are?

Maybe we should
have scouts go out.

Robert, Pete, check
out those tunnels.

Go in about two
minutes and come back.

And be careful.

Go, go.

Got you, mutant pig!

Oh, come on.

You're supposed to be dead.

Come on, you're dead.

Don't bet on it.

Robert. Robert.

Robert? Robert.

Anything?

Nothing.

All right, check out
down there. Right.

Robert. Robert?

Robert?

It's Robert's laser gun.

What?

Look.

Robert!

Let's check the
Andromeda tunnel.

Doc, I got to talk to you.

Harrison, are you
listening to me?

I didn't realize the world
was so heavy, Norton.

What's up?

Anxiety, tension and stress.

Well, I always told you,
you should meditate.

Or better yet, you
should change your diet.

You know, you are what you eat.

It's funny though,
I always thought

you were Mr. Laid Back.

I am not the problem.

You know, you can
always come to me

when there's something wrong.

So, what's the problem?

You are.

Me?

Yes... I thought you and Suzanne

had ironed out your differences.

We did.

Then why is she
in tears in her lab?

I don't know. Have
you asked her?

She was too upset.

Besides, it's none
of my business.

But I tell you, Doc.

That for the sake of this
project, and this team,

and more importantly, my sanity,

you better smooth
the waters, Doc.

Can I talk to you?

What?

Look, if I've done
something or said something

that upsets you, I'm very sorry.

No, it's not you.

Well, good.

What is it then, Suzanne?

I, uh, I just got a phone
call from Ohio Poly.

Apparently, a,
uh, friend of mine...

A former lab assistant...
Robert Parkins... is missing.

He was, uh, he was
supposed to appear

in the Socratic debates.

He lived for that debate.

He even invited me to come.

Suzanne, Suzanne...
this is Greek week.

I remember this well.

He's probably
someplace wonderful

having a very pleasant time.

I don't think so.

His roommate said the
police came this morning

to pick up all of
Robert's things.

What was their reason?

They didn't say.

But I have this terrible
feeling that will not go away,

and I don't know what to do.

It's complicated.

Well, I'm very
good at complicated.

This project was...
a dream assignment.

It was pure research in the best
microbiology lab in the country.

Then I found out...

that a colleague was covertly

sending the results of my
research to the Pentagon...

Biological Warfare Department.

Stories like this really
renew my faith in mankind.

There's more.

It turned out the
lab I was working in

was actually producing

the most lethal
biotoxins known to man,

including that damned Y-fever.

It's the same biotoxin
that killed all those people.

What's the connection
to your friend?

Robert was the one who found
out where my research was going...

and what the lab was doing

for the Army.

I know it's all
circumstantial, but...

I'm so afraid that
there's been an accident

and someone's done
something to him.

I feel so helpless.

Okay, Suzanne.

We're going to do
something about it.

Come on, Suzanne,

let's go.

Hey, it's coming; hold on.

It starts with the
campus police band.

Hear they got

a wet t-shirt contest
over on fraternity row.

I think I'd better take me
a security run over there.

Just kidding.

I think wet t-shirt contests

are cheap and exploitive.

Here, listen to this.

Did you see

that Parkins boy's
body in the tunnel?

Just the photos.

Worst thing I've ever seen.

Kid had no face.

What kind of monster
would do that?

You seen all the extra
security they've been putting on?

It's getting to be a war zone.

But you know what they say...

One man's war zone is
another man's overtime.

Tell me about it, pal.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Blackwood.

Blackwood.

Life goes on, Colonel;
this is a special case.

There are no special cases.

You're not going.

Blackwood!

I said you're not going.

I know you won't
stand in my way.

48 hours... and I'm coming
along to bring you back.

You're my hero, Colonel.

Strong, determined...
and sensitive.

We have it on
very good authority

there was a homicide committed

in the tunnels
underneath this campus.

Well, doctors, I appreciate

your bringing this
to our attention.

I'll fill out the proper
forms and report it.

I don't think you
quite understand here.

We're talking about a murder.

This some Greek Week prank?

The Phi Sigs put you up to this?

Look, this is impossible.

We're not getting anywhere here.

We'd like to see your superior.

Whatever you folks say.

They got security over
all the regular entrances.

It's weird.

Where the hell is Robert?

They're breaking the rules.

They're not allowed
to kidnap opponents.

They made him miss the debates.

We've got to get
Robert back at all costs.

Maybe we shouldn't do this.

Kim, you don't
have to; we want to.

Hey, fellas. Boys.

Hey, big man! Big man!

Hi, babe. Hi.

Big guy! Nice to see you girls.

What's happening, man?

I think it's so ripped that
they benched you, man.

Anyone could have a bad game.

I know man, but you know,
four fumbles in the first half?

You have got good hands, man.

All right, dude,
here's the groove.

We've got two missions.

First, to wipe out
those mutant pigs

and rule the universe,
and second, to pay back

for the kidnapping
of Robert Parkins.

All right? You got it.

Do it, do it.

Step aside.

Venusians power.

Whoo!

Go.

Take my pack.

So, where are
these evil mutants?

Maybe they heard we had
the big fella and wimped.

No one knows about Jefferson.

He's our little surprise.

The Venusians have passed
the third magnitude cluster.

We'll engage them at
Corona Borealis... at 1800.

Must be some guys from the
Sigma Sigma Blues Brothers party.

Boy, are they ripped.

Revenge.

Pete, that way.

Jefferson, straight ahead.

Kim, stay with me.

Whoo-hoo!

All right, mutant,
you're in deep, deep...

Shh!

Sure hope that's the Venusians.

I appreciate you coming
to me with this matter.

Unfortunately, you're correct.

There was a terrible accident

in one of the service
tunnels under the campus.

One of the students...
Robert Parkins...

Died.

Accident? Yes.

Of course, we've
informed the parents,

and the authorities
are investigating.

We've taken the liberty of
imposing a news blackout

so as not to create any
public relations problems

with the students

during Greek Week.

We'd appreciate it

if you'd keep it to yourselves.

Right.

Excuse me. You must have a pass

to come in here.

Doctors, you're
coming back with me.

We've got work to do.

You may have noticed.

We're in the middle
of something here.

Look, defending the
United States of America

is a full-time job.

Now we've got work to
do back at the cottage.

I have to tell you
that there may be

a connection between
work Robert was doing,

the top-secret Pentagon
work, and his murder.

What do you think, Harrison?

Well, I just get very curious

when people are obviously
not telling the truth.

Very, very curious.

Okay, I'll give you 24 hours.

You're too kind.

I think it's about
time I confront

my ex-colleague and
see what he has to say.

Oh, my God!

What?

It's a megatoxic incident.

The environment,
it's infectious!

I'm gonna have to run
decontamination tests

before I can do anything.

Hold on! There's
a body in there!

I don't register

any life signals
from inside the core.

I can't unseal the environment

until I decontaminate.

We're gonna have to get a
crew in there to get that body out.

I guess I'm a little late in
confronting my ex-colleague.

- I - think I see what broke.

It...

It says "Y-Fever" on it.

It could not be worse.

The Y-Fever virus is
literally invisible in every way,

except to the human
brain, which it literally melts

within seconds without
leaving any trace.

Perfect bio-weapon.

But there were three vials.

You can tell by that
receptacle on that table.

Where are the other two vials?

Faster, come on. Get
it in synch, you guys.

We plead for your
counsel, Advocate.

We hear your plea.

As one to the other.

Did you accomplish your task?

We have obtained the Y-Fever.

Good.

Bring the biotoxins to us.

We cannot.

The one called
Jefferson has them

and is no longer with us.

Has he been captured?

No. He suffered
some form of mutation.

Mutation? Of what manner?

Uncertain, but linked with
the toxins of the primitives.

Then we are also
vulnerable to the substance.

All the more
cause to retrieve it.

Find the one called Jefferson

and bring us the Y-Fever.

It is our command.

Do not return without it.

We are nothing
without your counsel.

We can depend on
the self-destructive

nature of the primitives.

It is our greatest ally.

And our greatest enemy.

This is truly a filthy place.

Have you heard from my mother?

Have I heard from your mother?

Has Harrison called in from
the field like he was supposed to?

Have they forgotten my important
contributions to this team?

Has your mother
completely discounted

my value to this unit?

Have they undermined
my investigation?

As a matter of fact, no.

No, I have not heard
from your mother.

No big deal.

My opinion exactly.

That's probably her.

Norton.

Yes, hello.

Norton, it's Harrison.

Harrison.

Come on, Norton. We
have problems here.

Oh, problems, is it?

What'd he find out?

You mean, in the
incredibly long time

you all were out of
contact, I took a little visit

to the local police computer.

I love it.

Say hi to Debi.
Tell her I'm okay.

Your mom says hi and she's okay,

and you have to
leave now, sweetheart.

Okay, but someday I'll be

old enough to work with you.

I can't wait.

Look, the, uh,

most interesting thing

I found was Robert Parkins

was wearing a laser target.

Like they wear in
those fantasy games?

Exactly.

So I took a little check

into his background
on the school computer.

He was vice president

of the fantasy game club.

Do you know that Robert Parkins
was a fantasy game player?

What the hell is that?

Some kind of
swinger or something?

Norton, did you find
anything else out?

You mean while you were
out of contact for so long?

As a matter of fact,
I had enough time

to take a little jaunt into
the fantasy club computer.

Now I didn't get very far.

They've got a very
elaborate system of trapdoors

and barriers to keep
prying eyes like mine out...

Norton!

All I was able to get

was a plan of
walkways and tunnels.

It didn't make any sense to me

until I borrowed a
copy of the police report.

Robert Parkins

was found in those same tunnels.

Hey, Jeff, what are you doing?

It's Venutian payback time.

Get ready.

Yeah. Yeah.

I studied to be
a microbiologist.

So what am I doing going
into a hole in the ground?

Where did I go wrong?

Yours is not to
wonder why, yours...

Do you mind?

Hey, bro, what's the deal?

We... we shall not rest until
every mutant is expunged

from the universe as we know it.

Hey, my man, lighten up.

The mutants have
invaded our universe.

We have but one choice.

Isn't that right?

Isn't that right?!

Right. Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, according to
Norton, we go this way.

Yeah, they've been playing

Aliens and Asteroids
down here for sure.

I used to play the game.

You played this game?

Yeah, I was a Planet Master.

In any event, my guess is...

Guess, Doctor?

My theory, Colonel, theory.

Does that sit better with you?

My theory is that Robert
Parkins was playing

Aliens and Asteroids
around here and he ran into

the great unexpected,
in the form of an alien

or aliens sent here
to steal the Y-Fever.

Aliens, aliens.

Do you believe that the aliens
are involved in everything?

Venutians, our
mission is revenge.

The mutants are our enemy,
and we must vanquish them.

Venutians... power!

Jefferson, we don't want
to play the game anymore.

Nobody quits the game.

I could get thrown into
Leavenworth for this.

I'll take full responsibility.

I don't know what
the hell that means.

Me, neither, but it
sure sounds great.

A computer.

I love computers.

Let's get Norton in on this.

We are in the third
quadrant of Pleiades

on a mission of revenge
for the Council of Equals.

Hey, Jefferson...

I'm not Jefferson.

I'm the annihilator.

My mission is to revenge
the death of a warrior.

Our laser weaponry is in place

and our ion-engined
solar ships are at the ready.

The locks they have on
their programs are amazing.

It's gonna take a while,

even with the super computer.

All right, I got
into their directory,

but these kids are good...

Scary good.

I am bringing you
closer to the termination

of the universe as we know
it because we carry with us

the most powerful
substance in creation.

And everyone's going to
know it before I'm through.

Everyone will
receive its blessing.

Just in case it crossed your
mind to make a run for it,

you'd better think twice!

I hate when you do that.

Bite the bullet.

You're a brilliant scientist.

That you would even consider...

Shh, Suzanne.

We're on the wrong track here.

Here we go again.

It's ooga-booga time.

Yeah, it's clearer now.

The lab tech died because
he breathed the Y-Fever, right?

He died on the spot.

Whoever took those vials,
must have breathed it, too, right?

Right. So where's his body?

He must have gotten out.

Now how'd he manage that?

Look, doctors,

I'm telling you these
aliens are smart

and they are long
gone from here.

They took his body with them.

They don't do that.

Dead bodies mean
nothing to them.

Norton's right.
Where's the other body?

What about this scenario...

There are two teams
playing the fantasy game.

One team comes up against
non-fantasy game aliens.

They get possessed.

That's a perfect cover.

The aliens break
into the lab, they steal

the two vials and
the third one breaks.

But there's no dead alien?

That's assuming that
there's no chemical change

when an alien takes
over a human body.

Y-Fever is lethal to humans.

But who knows how an
alien's body is going to react?

Of course.

Wait a minute. Now
just wait a minute.

Slow down here.

My bet is that the alien

who was exposed to
the Y-Fever has mutated.

He has the vials.

They don't know where he is.

He's a loose cannon.

Wait a minute!

Every single word

that you two have said is
absolute and total guesswork.

There's not one shred
of evidence to support

that the aliens are still here.

Except for this one

shred of evidence
I've just monitored.

An alien transmission
right under your noses.

They're there all right.
No question about it!

I'll get my gear.

Mutants are the
scourge of the universe.

They're the Nazis
of the solar system.

We will destroy
them, decimate them,

wipe out every last one of them.

Jefferson, can I talk
to you, man? Yeah.

We have become weak.

No more.

We must fight together.

Venutians.

Power!

Annihilation!

I absolutely agree, man.

I cracked the code.

I can see exactly where you are.

You should be coming
to an intersection now.

I've got it.

Hold on.

Take cover.

You're wasted.

Wait, they're students.

Pretty weird students.

There's no Y-fever.

It's the underground map.

They're still playing the game.

Right, of course.

Figure out the strategy,
you can join the game

and find them.

We'll give those scum
mutants just a little longer.

Won't we?

I'm gonna take them all out!

Let me get this straight:

you're gonna walk in there
and throw down the gauntlet?

Yeah.

Something like that.

You're out of your
mind... Where's Rambo?

He's the catcher
in this little drama.

That makes you
the bait, Harrison.

Have a positive
attitude, Norton.

Things are bound to work out.

Or, simply put,

it's just the end of the
world as we know it.

Well, that's reassuring.

I'll think of something.

I've played this game before.

I'm pretty fast on my feet.

I can see the light at the end
of the tunnel, pardon the pun.

We must...

go forth to meet the
adversary, meet them.

A change in plans, uh...

We will meet them
wherever they are...

and we will, we
will vanquish them.

I am the communicator of Bol.

Mutant slime!

I claim

diplomatic immunity.

I come from

Mutant Hierarchy.

Where are they?

You are surrounded.

And we demand your surrender.

You mutant pig.

Wait!

What are your conditions?

Turn over all your weapons...

and chemical agents

as terms of the surrender,

and we'll give you your lives.

Do you understand that?

It's the best we can do.

It's the best we can do.

We can save our honor.

We must council on this.

I believe this mutant lackey

is the key to winning
the final battle.

Come on.

Yes, you may tell
Mutant Hierarchy

we surrender.

Is this everything?

Yes.

Duly noted.

I'll return with
the Planet Master.

All will be decided.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go!

He'll get away, come on!

A change of plan!

But we surrendered.

Got to run.

♪ ♪

!

What the hell are we
gonna do with this maniac?

He still has the Y-fever.
We have no choice.

We have to terminate him

before he gets to us.

Where are the others?

I am the only
survivor, Advocate.

And the Y-fever
biotoxins? Destroyed.

What was our command?

To return with the desired
substance, Advocate.

You are nothing
without our counsel!

It is as always.

Then you must

meet your obligation.

Someday this war will be over.

To life immortal.