Battle of the Worlds (1961) - full transcript

♪ Outsider ♪

♪ The end ♪

♪ Is coming ♪

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Fred!

Fred!

- Eve!

Eve, I'm over here!

- It's approved.

The word came through
five minutes ago

when I was on duty
in the laboratory.



They're going to
let you transfer and I'm coming with you.

- Did you tell the old man?

- No.

- A little while ago, I made
a wish on a falling star,

as they used to
do many years ago.

Now, the wish has come true.

When we get away from here,

we'll be living among
normal people again.

- There is something
strange in the air.

Don't you feel it?

Or is it that I'm
just so sensitive?

Are you on the dawn shift too?

- Yes, for the last time
on this dull island.

- Go ahead and kiss each
other, don't mind me.



- She never misses
an opportunity

to stick her nose into
other people's business.

- Still, that's good
advice she gave us.

George, those meteorites
are messing up everything.

- What do you expect
on an August night?

- Take a look yourself, George,
before it gets too light.

- Hey Fred.

Did you see what I see?

- Yes, it's nothing.

- Holy smokes, Fred!

Wait a minute.

What do you think it means?

- I told you, those falling
stars are muddling everything.

I need some coffee.

- Skip the coffee, Fred.

What can it be?

- I took some slides,
we'll find out in an hour.

-An hour, my foot.

We'll go to the
electronic telescope.

- Precisely, you'll learn
that I'm the kind of man

who takes his
responsibilities seriously.

- Morning, Dr. Cornfield.

- Hi, go on, tell him.

- Maybe we had
better take a look

through the electronic
telescope first,

and check the
reading in this area.

The whole thing's
pretty unlikely.

- We both saw it.
- Let me see.

Come on.

- Can you tell me why
Fishface is so frantic?

- George?

I'm afraid he's right.

I suppose I was
just trying to avoid

having last minute
complications.

You must help me, Mrs. Collins.

- Me?

- Some very strong
coffee, please.

- I'll get some right away.

- Hurry up, Fred, let's
go to the radio section.

I'll bet the other observatories
have reported something.

- Don't forget, Reynolds,

that we have the most powerful
equipment in the world.

- What's happening, Reynolds?

- Something terrible.

Hey Pat, anything reported
from the other observatories?

- Just routine.

- That's impossible.

- George, please.

- The teletypes receive
over 1,000 words a minute.

Maybe somewhere
among the messages

that haven't been decoded yet.

- My dear colleague,

unusual messages are
signaled by a red light

and are given transmission
and decoding precedence.

- Damn it all Pat, what's that?

- It's Base Three on Mars.

For the last 97 hours,

they've been trying to
get through, in vain.

- Base Three on Mars?

Bob Cole,

my former instructor at military
school is in command there.

What's the matter?

- Nothing important.

There's a magnetic storm
raging with a sodium formation.

Is that what interests you?

- Oh, nuts, take the sodium

and make yourself a bicarbonate.

- Well?
- Nothing here.

- The old man must be told.

- You don't mean to
insinuate that I should?

- You are the dean,
Dr. Cornfield.

- Precisely, but he
just ought to snap at me

and then I'd lose my temper.

- We have no authority.

- It's up to you, Cornfield.

- Nothing of the kind.

- Calm yourselves,
gentlemen, I'll tell him.

If it turns out to be
a flash in the pan,

I'll be the lightning rod.

This is my last day here anyway.

- Precisely, after all he
was the first one to see it.

- Will someone please
tell me what's going on?

I've never been known
to snap at anyone.

- Lie down, Gideon.

Come forward, Steele.

I know all about it.

- I don't understand
what you mean, Professor.

- I'm talking about the
reason that brings you here.

Wake up, young fella.

I'm talking about
"The Outsider."

- "The Outsider?"

- It's all written there.

Right.

- Amazing.

How did you do it?

- Young fella, you and the
others have to see and hear

before you can know.

I have one advantage over
all of you, calculus.

However, I'm glad to
see that you at least

know how to read it.

In spite of the disdain in
which I hold all your stupid

and dull mechanical apparatuses,

do you think that I
don't examine carefully

the readings that you send me?

The difference is
that you accept those readings as results,

whereas for me, they are
merely elements in a formula.

I have been aware of this
thing for the last five days,

and I have been
curiously waiting to see

when the rest of you
would discover it.

- It was only just before
dawn that we were able to-

- Oh, so you didn't see
it until just before dawn.

And didn't any one of
you notice the change

of position of the
two outer planets?

- Change of position?

- Infinitesimal.

It merely heralded the
arrival of "The Outsider."

- Why do you call
it "The Outsider?"

- Because it comes
from another galaxy.

It simply entered the solar
system during the night.

- None of the other
observatories have reported it yet.

- They couldn't.

They don't have powerful
enough instruments.

- That's what Dr.
Cornfield maintains.

-Ah, yes.

How very interesting.

I'm sorry to hear
that I have an opinion

that is shared by
your Dr. Cornfield.

What the devil are
you staring at?

Get away from me, I
can take care of this.

Anyway, it's all there,
diameter, dimension, speed,

and course of "The Outsider."

Now you keep your trap
shut with the others

and get out of here.

- Professor, a foreign
body, a planet,

"The Outsider" as you call it,
has entered the solar system

and is heading right for us.

Because of its size and
particular characteristics,

it won't burn up when it
contacts the Earth's atmosphere.

It could be a catastrophe.

- Now that's a perfect
summary of the situation, so.

- Maybe it would be prudent,
Professor, to warn the others,

the department,
the High Command.

- Steele, I've already told
you to keep your trap shut

and get out of here.

- With pleasure.

In fact, I've also come
here to say goodbye.

- Oh, if only I had
a handkerchief, I'd burst into tears.

The ones who should have
noticed it before you

are those idiots on Mars,
but since they're all Army--

- They weren't
able to, Professor.

They are surrounded
by a magnetic storm

with a formation of sodium.

- Now that's not a bad alibi.

- High Command, this
is Mars Base Three.

High Command, this
is Mars Base Three.

High Command, this is
Mars Base Three, over.

We've lost contact
again, Commander.

- Try it on microwave.

- Sir, there's another signal.

This is Mars Base Three.

It's for you, Commander.

- Plug in the speaker.

Hello, hello.

- Commander Cole speaking.

Hi Bob, this is Steele.

- Fred Steele?

Where did you spring up from?

- I have a message for you.

I'm leaving the island tomorrow.

Then Eve Barnett and I
are going to get married.

- Congratulations.

But you've hit me at
a bad moment, Fred.

I have a convoy coming in,
so just a few seconds ago,

my lines of communication
were cutoff.

You'll have to excuse me, Fred.

- Wait Bob, there's
something else.

I'll transmit it in code.

- Fred!

What are you doing?

- He's a crazy kid.

He could have made
a fine soldier,

but he got a sudden
passion for astronomy.

- Astronomy being
called Eve Barnett?

- Exactly.

- I'll decode the message.

- Probably some more
of his foolishness.

- Oh, so now you think marriage
is a lot of foolishness.

- Not ours, Cathy.

What is it, Boyd?

- Commander, we've
established contact

with the convoy escort.

They're off course, 12 degrees
from the curve of follow.

- Connect me with
the convoy escort.

Plug in the speaker, Boyd.
- Yes sir.

Mike Sierra one five.

This is Mars Base Three, over.

- Mars Base Three, this
is Mike Sierra one five.

Go ahead.

Do you know the causes

of your deviation from course?

- Causes unknown.

We have been in
free-fall navigation

for one-zero-three Earth hours.

Deviation became noticeable
just nine hours ago.

- Request permission to operate
rocket propulsion motors

in order to correct course.

- There's no other solution.

- Permission granted.

- Gyroscopes in operation.

Juliet five, this is
Mike Sierra one five.

Duplicate our maneuver, over.

- Mike Sierra one five, this
is Juliet five, Wilco out.

- Gyroscopes at maximum.

- Gyroscopes at maximum.

- Engines at eight gammas.

Engines at 10 gammas.

Inversion 35 degrees.

- Will they be able to get
back on course, Commander?

- I don't see why not, Boyd.

- Bob, Fred Steele's message.

- Open the protector dome
at the parabolic antennas.

Switch on the
electronic telescope.

- The magnetic storm
is past its peak

but there is still an
inferno raging outside, sir.

- Execute the order.

This is the space I
want to be scanned.

- Yes sir.

- The dome is opening.

They're still off course

with a constant of
two degrees increase.

- Mike Sierra one five,
this is Mars Base Three.

Juliet five copy.

Increase rocket
power to 12 gammas

and correct inversion
another one five degrees.

- Wilco.

- Engines at 12 gammas.

- Six degrees

with a peri-Martian
displacement of 700 miles.

- Mike Sierra one five,
this is Base Three.

Juliet five copy.

Demos is out of orbit, it
may intersect your course.

- It's coming towards us.

- We're falling.

- The cargo carrier can't
make it, it's too heavy.

- Commander.

- Order the cargo carrier pilots

to launch themselves in
space, to be picked up.

Hurry.

- Juliet five,
this is Base Three.

Adopt emergency system.

- Fred was right.

We must calculate
mass, size and speed

in order to determine
its field of attraction.

- Mike Sierra one five,
this is Base Three.

Increase rocket power.

Attempt rescue
Juliet five pilots.

- Wilco, engines at maximum.

Juliet five, this is
Mike Sierra one five.

Prepare to effect
self-launching.

- Ready in spacesuits.

Emergency system in operation.

- We have opened our
depression chamber.

Minus five, four,
three, two, one, go.

Base Three, this is
Mike Sierra one five.

Rescue operation effected.

Request maneuver
instructions, over.

This is Base Three.

Invert another 10 degrees
relative to tangent of demos.

- Specify speed of course.

- Hold tight just
a few seconds more.

- Countermand the order.

- But Commander!

- Mike Sierra one five,
this is Base Three.

Disregard last order.

Execute 35 degree inversion,
speed 16,000 miles.

But then we'll
head straight for demos.

- Execute.

- But that's murder.

You're sending them
to certain death.

- That'll do, Boyd.

- I'm sorry, Commander.

- I know what I'm doing.

Don't you understand Boyd,
that the fields of attraction

have undergone an
incredible modification?

- We're falling, we're falling!

- Don't change course.

Keep rocket power at maximum.

Confirm.

- Lewis, Lewis, answer.

Answer me, Lewis.

- We're getting away,
we're getting away.

- I never thought
we'd make it, Lewis.

- They'll be landing here
on Mars in a few minutes.

- Commander, please excuse me.

- Don't let it worry you, Boyd.

You just lost your
bearings for a moment.

- Lewis, the first pilot on
that spaceship, is my son.

Thank you for having
brought him back to me.

- You shouldn't thank me.

We must prepare a report
for the High Command

and transmit to Earth
its death sentence.

Mars Base Three calling Earth.

- I was the one, I, and Fred.

- Fred?

- Dr. Steele.
- Oh, yeah.

Your boyfriend.

You disobeyed my orders.

- We saved human lives.

- Are you going to get a medal?

- We won't.

Maybe the base
Commander on Mars will.

But we didn't do
it to win a prize.

- All the more prize-worthy.

Aren't you aware,
you silly girl,

that by this peremptory
gesture of yours,

you've created a panic?

Before I could--
- Before?

- Before I could complete my
studies of "The Outsider."

- But Professor-

- Oh, I know what
you're going to say.

Something about the
salvation of human lives.

You're a great disappointment
to me, Miss Barnett.

- I've been here at your side

for several years
now, Professor,

and I've learned, if I
may say so, to know you.

- And I have lived with myself
many more years than you,

if I may say so.

And I know myself better.

- Why are you so determined
to appear pitiless?

- I have no time to lose
in popularity contests,

and you don't either.

Your young man is
waiting for you.

Is that Commander Cole's report

on "The Outsider's"
field of attraction?

- Yes.

- Goodbye, Eve.

Oh, this is interesting.

I could almost beg your pardon.

Extraordinary.

This confirms everything.

Eve.

Eve?

Ah.

- Five minutes to
go, Dr. Steele.

- What's that for?

- I don't know.

- Fred.

We can't.

We can't go.

- Why?

- What's happening now
is bigger than we are.

- It's not only happening here.

It's happening in
New York, in Moscow,

in the tiniest
village in Africa.

But here-

- The important thing
is to face it together.

- Forgive me, Fred.

You've always done
everything I've ever wanted.

You don't deserve...

But I'm not going.

- I'll go by myself.

- Dears, neither one
of you is leaving.

- Dr. Steele, the
flight's suspended.

- And so are all
transfer permissions.

All scientists have been
mobilized as of today.

Let's hope they
give us uniforms,

then we'll all be equals
together, won't we?

And darlings, you'll
be interested to know

that the old man has been
severely reprimanded.

- Reprimanded!

I have been reprimanded.

As usual, the bigwigs have
to try to find a scapegoat.

- You must try to
understand them, Professor.

The news caught
them by surprise.

Panic has been widespread
and perhaps they think,

mistakenly, that if they'd
been informed in time-

- Wonderful, wonderful.

What's your name?

Cornfield I believe.

Well, Mr. Cornfield,
you are wonderful.

You have a facile tongue.

Well, for once I will
loosen my tongue.

I didn't say anything because
I wouldn't have been believed.

You know it's not difficult
to tell the truth,

but it's impossible
to be believed.

You want an example?

Read it.

It's written here that in
spite of all predictions,

"The Outsider" will not
collide with the Earth.

Go on, get out of the way,
Gideon, that's the boy.

- Professor Benson, in
brief, you maintain that-

- I maintain nothing.

I ascertain.

I ascertain on the basis
of my formatical elements,

which are reputable,

that "The Outsider"
will bypass the Earth

at a distance of 95,000 miles

without even dreaming of
grazing the outside edge

of our atmosphere.

- Greenwich, Mount Palomar

and the observatory
in the Urals,

as well as the bases
on Mars and the moon

have formulated other forecasts
that are very different.

Your esteemed colleague Newman

and the great physicist Ratolf

have expressed as their opinion-

- Mr. Cornfield.

There's only one opinion
that interests me, my own.

Oh, one would say,
ladies and gentlemen,

that you are
disappointed to learn

that the end of the
world has been postponed.

Clear
the launching ramps.

Spaceship Alpha two
three in arrival.

- Engines off.

- Welcome back to Earth, Cole.

- General Varreck, my
wife and assistant.

- We haven't a moment to lose.

We must go to the High
Command immediately.

- I understand the fear
psychosis is very grave.

- Everyone wants to
run away, but where?

It's impossible to predict

on what part of the globe
"The Outsider" will fall.

Gentlemen.

- We've heard about the
wave of suicides and riots.

- To stem them,

we've even gone so far as to
announce our official approval

of a theory of that
Charlatan Benson.

- What is Professor
Benson's theory, General?

- "The Outsider"
will bypass the Earth

at a distance of 95,000 miles
on its course toward the sun.

We know damn well it's not true.

- Of course.

- However, we have
committed ourselves

to destroy "The Outsider"
beyond the limits

of the Earth's atmosphere.

- I've worked out a detailed

development of the
automatic plan of strategy

which you transmitted to me.

- Good, we will compare
your conclusions with ours.

Your nomination as
operational commander

has been met with a feeling
of universal relief, Cole.

- But my name's unknown
to the public, General.

- Don't forget that
you were the first

to discover "The Outsider."

- All I did was
receive the information

communicated to
me by Dr. Steele.

- I decoded the message myself.

- We know all that.

However, the people
have faith in you.

It's not to our interest
to disillusion them.

- General--

- Today we are
facing an adversary

just as much to be feared as
"The Outsider," public opinion.

- But the truth is--

- We cannot afford
to split hairs.

From now on, we can
only rely on one thing.

- Eve!

Eve!

- It's useless.

You don't even exist for her.

- Professor!
- Mhm?

- Professor!

Professor Benson, it stopped
just as you predicted.

"The Outsider" has started
to orbit around the Earth.

- What did you say?

- Professor, it stopped
at exactly 95,000 miles,

just as you calculated.

- And it's gone into orbit?

- Congratulations.

Professor Benson,
my congratulations.

- Stand back, you madmen.

Give me your reports.

It's impossible.

Why?

- The first time in my life

I have made an
error in calculus,

an error that is
mathematically impossible.

"The Outsider" should
not have gone into orbit.

- Benson, is your
little error in calculus

the only thing you
could think of?

- Dr. Steele, I have never
held you in very high esteem,

but I must admit that this
time, without knowing it,

you have put me on
the right track.

You're right.

For once, I shall not depend
on mathematical calculations.

Cornfield, you know
much better than I

how to operate these
stupid visual screens

that permit us to talk to
the bigwigs in politics

and the military forces.

I have no intention of
speaking to them, but you will.

You will inform them,
in my name if you like,

that "The Outsider" must be
destroyed, and immediately.

- Can't you get any closer
with the telescopic lens, Boyd?

- This is the maximum.

- Spectroscopic examination
reveals existence

of two mineral salts
unknown to the solar system.

- Complete absence
of atmosphere.

Interior mass is not compact,
possibly made up of gasses.

- External
radioactivity soundings

register increasingly
high percentage.

- We could make more
detailed findings

in a reconnaissance
flight to "The Outsider.“

- Benson's against it.

- Benson?

- They all hang on
his word these days,

and he just keeps repeating,
"Destroy it immediately."

- With the radioactivity I
just registered, I'd go slow.

If atomic missiles are used,

the explosion could cause

some pretty serious
chain reactions.

- I think so too.

We must have more data to work
on, no matter what the cost.

- Professor.

I've never seen you before outside
your den as they call it.

- My dear.

- Aren't you feeling
well, Professor?

-Ah.

- Here are the latest readings.

- Still all right.

They'll soon see.

Do you know what is the most
tiring thing of all, Eve?

Having to communicate
and explain

when the important
thing is to know.

Do you love your neighbor, Eve?

I ought to say to
the devil with alarm,

"My duty is to science.

I'm a scientist, not a
defender of the human race."

Hell, they don't want to
destroy "The Outsider."

They want to explore it.

That'll be funny.

Come along with me.

- Where?

- We're going to enjoy the show.

Come on.

I don't know the way.

Yes, Professor.

- Professor, we are honored.

That's it precisely,
we are honored-

- Do you mind if I sit down?

I've walked long enough.

- Sit here.

Oh, what a lovely surprise.

Would you care for
a cup of coffee?

- I'm not here on
a social visit.

- Oh, excuse me.

- I've come to
drink a cup of gall.

Cornfield, are you quite
certain that you made it clear

to the High Command my
complete disapproval

of this further waste of time?

- More than once, I assure you,

but the United
Commission declared

that the disintegration
of "The Outsider"

would be too risky so
close to the Earth.

- Idiots.

Is that where you look?

- Precisely, Professor.

We've just established contact.

- Here is clear enough.

They seem to have made some
progress in this field.

- Well, this
spaceship is equipped

for an exhaustive examination

of "The Outsider's"
internal mass structure,

and the research
exploration team

is composed of the very best
scientists in the world.

- I don't understand why
they didn't invite you

to the party, Dr. Cornfield.

- They will approach the planet

until they are within
75 miles of its surface.

- What did you say?

- 75 miles, precisely.

- A match.

Somebody please give me a match.

- High Command, this
is Bravo Zebra eight.

We have entered into orbit

and are circling on a
radius of 350 miles.

- Proceeding with
electronic soundings, over.

- Execute reduction of
orbit and spar across, over.

- Maneuver executed.

Everything in order, over.

- Looks like a kid's show.

Watch out, turn back.

- Engines at maximum.

Inversion course 45 degrees.

- General Varreck, why
did you leave me grounded?

- You'll have other
opportunities to play the hero.

Look.

- They're overtaking us.

They're overtaking us!

- Well, you've all seen

and I've had my satisfaction.

I made no error in calculus.

"The Outsider" should
not have gone into orbit.

Since it did,

it's because there was a
voluntary modification.

- You said voluntary?

- Precisely.

Cornfield, put me in contact
with the department bigwigs.

The time has come to
look them in the eye.

Now, leave me alone.

I am Benson.

I want to speak to you.

It's about time I did.

- No one has ever prevented you.

- I want to be listened to then.

It depends
on what you say.

- It's very serious.

Your days are numbered.

- Just a moment.

I prefer that you speak
before the United Commission.

- Professor Benson.

- Gentlemen, you have
exactly 840 hours left

in which to act.

In the meantime, "The Outsider"
will be tightening its orbit

around the Earth.

It will descend to a
distance of 45,000 miles

from the Earth's
surface, and then-

- What proof do you have?

- You'll find them
written there.

I take it for granted
you know how to read.

- The formulas have
just been photographed.

We will examine your
hypothesis most attentively.

- This is no hypothesis.

I tell you that "The Outsider,"

in tightening its
orbit around the Earth,

will provoke serious upsets

in the balance of
nature's elements.

Changes of climate

and orography in vast
zones of the globe.

- You're concerned about
the fate of the human race.

- You're wrong, my dear sir.

I am not moved by
humanitarian motives.

- Why then, Professor Benson?

- I want to know the truth.

What truth?

- That's hidden inside the
nucleus of "The Outsider."

I'll make you a deal.

- Benson, you explain
yourself fast.

- Find yourself to the
heart of the matter.

- Please tell us,
Professor Benson.

- I have already
determined that deep

within "The Outsider"
there are conscious beings

who come from another
galaxy, fugitives perhaps

from a dying world.

Then
according to you,

"The Outsider" is a
kind of survivor's raft.

- That's a colorful description,
but it states the case.

These space survivors

are attracted to the
Earth's life-giving warmth.

Very well then.

I present you with a possibility
of saving the human race.

That is, to put it bluntly, I
will save your lives for you.

Yours, and yours, and yours

on one condition,

that you give me
the necessary means

for studying and uncovering
"The Outsider's" secret.

- What means, Professor Benson?

- I ask to have the
absolute command

of all operations
invested in my hands.

- Professor?
- Mhm?

I scared them all away.

- Shall I walk you
back to the house?

- In the name of the
United Commission,

I am instructed to
communicate to you

our most profound
admiration and gratitude,

Professor Benson.

The Executive Office
has proposed you

for the highest academic award.

- I thank you from the
bottom of my heart.

- As for your request,

the United Commission finds
it necessary to turn it down.

- That doesn't surprise me.

- Under the circumstances,

the initiative parties to the
military forces, this is war.

- And I'm not of draft age.

- In substance, the
operational plan is all here,

in these buttons.

From the first to
the ninth wave.

There are three regular
strategic alternatives

and one for emergency.

This automatic plan
has been conceived

by our military engineers,
guided by Commander Robert Cole.

We're depending on
you, Mr. Barrington,

as Chief of the
Psychological Bureau,

to unleash every propaganda
means at your disposal

to tranquilize public opinion.

- You can count on it, General.

I believe I have all
the elements necessary.

- Gentlemen.

- Bob, don't you think
Varreck is oversimplifying?

- That's one way
to gather courage.

- When I think of
how we got married

based on a psychotechnical
examination

which determined the affinity

between our individual
characteristics.

- What's this all about, Cathy?

- Now I bless that
psychotechnical exam.

I love you, Bob.

I'd like to have a house
of our own and babies.

- I don't remember that from
the psychotechnical exam.

- But I'm happy, even like this,

as long as you never leave me.

Take me with you, Bob.

- Up there?

- The plan is all here.

I want to be included
in one of those buttons,

but only because you're there.

This is the one, isn't it?

- The ninth wave, the
last one, but you--

- Don't forget Benson.

- What's Benson
got to do with it?

- Remember his prediction,
840 hours left.

- Only 118 have passed, even
admitting that he's right.

- Do I have to climb down,

or can I listen to
you from up here?

- I know the plan of attack.

First, the telecontrolled
missiles will be launched

as a diversion tactic.

The discs will enter into
their usual formations,

provoking what the
military experts refer to

as the moment of neutralization.

Only then will the
space ships attack the discs

and destroy them.

- That technique's
as old as the hills.

Where's the clever tactics, mhm?

Why are you telling me
all this stupid nonsense?

- The squadron
Commander is Bob Cole,

who was the instructor
of my class at school.

- Fine class that must have
been, judging by the results.

- He has asked me to take
part in the expedition.

Young fella,
this is a dangerous mission,

or as they say in such
cases, a hopeless one.

- I know, but I need
your permission.

I'm still part of the
scientific complement here.

- I don't like the
smell of this story.

- Why?
- Because it's inspired

by non-scientific motives.

Explain
yourself, Professor.

- What the devil do
you think I'm doing?

Eve, I want to
present you a hero.

He wants to go to war
all because of you.

- Because of me?

- Miss Barnett and I no longer
have anything in common.

It was all a big mistake.

- Fred!

- I've been made aware
that Miss Barnett

is completely indifferent
as far as I am concerned.

And fortunately I've discovered

that I have the same feeling
of indifference regarding her.

- What?

What a dull, silly little
performance this is,

right out of a 19th
century melodrama.

- Professor, if Eve still
interested me one little bit,

I wouldn't be going out of
my way to look for trouble,

as you seem to be intimating.

- Nonsense.

Human feelings are inconsistent.

In fact, they're the only
inconsistent elements

in all nature.

Be quiet, Gideon.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

All right, Steele.

You can go with your
old college chum

and have yourselves
a nice class reunion.

I've just had an idea.

Naturally, it's a great one.

- High Command, this
is Alpha two three.

Three disc formations sighted.

- That's enough, cut
off the telecommand.

- Are you crazy?

- Cut off the
telecommand, I say.

We must maneuver freely.

- That would be an act
of insubordination.

- Two discs are
heading towards us.

- Gamble your career, you idiot,

if you don't want
to gamble your life.

- Alpha two three has
cut off the telecommand.

- Hit one of them, Bob.

Not with the ray, run into him.

Don't look at me like
that, I'm not insane.

He can't see you,

and if you don't use the
radio, he won't hear you.

Go to it, Bob.

Do as I tell you.

- It's Fred Steele's spaceship.

- Professor.

- Wait a few seconds, my girl,

before you put me on the rack.

- You must pass as close
to him as possible,

almost grazing him.

Pass him.

- It's falling, it's
falling towards the earth.

- The other discs
are retreating.

- At this speed they'll burn up

when they hit the atmosphere.

- At least Cole and his
men will end up in glory.

- Dammit Bob, you've
got to regain control.

Maybe-
- This is my party, Fred.

Close your big mouth.

Watch out.

I'm cutting off the engines.

Gyroscopes at maximum.

As soon as we're
perpendicular to the Earth,

I'll start the engines again.

- What about the disc?

- If it had as good a
pilot as we do, it's safe.

- Engines.

- Cornfield!

Contact the High
Command immediately.

Tell them in my name to call
back all surviving spaceships.

The fallen disc must be
recovered at all costs.

As for you my girl,

you get hold of that
sometime suitor of yours,

if he's still alive.

I want his report
on the fallen disc.

And if the bigwigs don't
want to listen to me

this time either, you
can tell them in my name

to all go to hell.

- It's slowing down.

- The disc is slowing down.

- But it can't free itself
from the force of gravity.

It's planing, it's planing.

So is Cole.

Soon, very soon now,

we'll be looking "The Outsider's"
inhabitants in the face.

- Quickly Eve, connect
me with Professor Benson.

Right away, Fred.

- We've forced an entry, sir.

- This is Steele calling
Professor Benson.

Speak
up, young fella.

- Professor, we've
entered the disc.

We've searched everywhere.

There's no one here.

- Who do you expect to
see, your grandmother?

Look harder.

- Everything is
connected to a cylinder.

It's transparent.

It seems to be made of
quartz with changing colors.

- It's there.

What is?

- The cipher.

Get official permission, or
steal it, anything you like,

but bring it here.

That's not it, Cornfield.

I detest your stupid gadgets,

but at least I know that you
should raise the frequency

and reduce the wavelength.

- That's as far as
it can go, Professor.

- Mhm, you mean as
far as you can go.

Ah, I was waiting
for you, my girl.

Atmospheric
radioactivity rising.

"The Outsider" is closing in.

- Fred, listen.

- We can't wait any longer.

There are only 216 hours left.

Benson must be reminded
of his own prophecy.

- The key to the cipher

may be discovered any
moment now, or maybe never.

- It's a terrible, drawn-out
agony for the whole world.

- The abrupt end that
everyone expected

would have been better.

- Most things happen unexpectedly,
even the apocalypse.

- Oh, I have faith in
Benson the mathematician,

but in Benson the
cannon maker...

- Don't be disturbed
by the welcome you get.

The old man hates polite chatter

and has no sense of hospitality.

- Excuse me, but
have you two made up?

- We haven't had time,
or the opportunity.

- There's only one thing

out of step with the
times, Eve, love.

Please forgive me.

- Quite the contrary, I'm
grateful to you, Cathy.

- I'm afraid Eve, not
of suffering myself,

but I'm afraid for
him, my husband.

- Coming?

- I'm very glad to
meet you, Commander.

I've heard quite a lot
about you from Dr. Steele.

Your wife?

- Yes.

- Delighted.

Any kids?

- No, but we will have someday.

- Good for you.

Take a chair.

Mrs. Collins?

I think the moment has come

for you to offer some of
your delicious coffee.

Mrs. Collins is so
good, psychic you know.

And these are my kids, my
collaborators I should say,

and this is Dr. Cornfield,
yes, the eldest.

The dean, I mean.

Have a cigar, mhm?

I don't mind if I do.

Ah, Gibson, what
about some music?

- Professor, I'm
very grateful to you

for your courtesy, but-

- You don't like music?

- Not very much.

- Oh, but Commander,
music is language,

the language of the
bodies in space.

Have you never
heard of Pythagoras,

the Harmony of the Spheres,
the language of numbers?

But of course,

you come from the same
school as Dr. Steele.

- Professor!
- Enough.

I have found, you understand

a richer language than your
rude, imperfect spoken tongue.

An order, which sound
will give from afar,

will make you, Cole, the
most listened to Commander

in the history of
the human race,

because we have
deciphered for you

the language of "The Outsider."

And you will speak to
the discs up there.

You will give the order and
they will destroy themselves,

and your weapons
will be like these,

this, and that, and that.

- Oscillators.

- Precisely, the
highest of frequencies,

wavelength six millimeters.

- Cornfield, you're wonderful.

Gibson, Reynolds, Moran, music.

What are we waiting for?

Listen, listen to this.

I will write the score,
and you will play it.

Watch this!

- Now it's our turn.

Cornfield, Reynolds,
Gibson, Moran, music.

- No, not yet!

- Professor Benson,
the military operation

for destroying "The Outsider"

is ready to go into
effect immediately.

- But I want to discover
the whole truth.

It's passing close by to us.

I cannot agree to let you
destroy it out of cowardice.

Professor,
there are only 72 hours left

in the time limit
you yourself set.

- But you cannot destroy it
on me, not when I'm so close.

- Professor, you act as if it
were your personal property.

- Silence is nobody's
personal property.

Very well then, you deserve
what's coming to you.

What do you mean?

- You have studied
the planet's surface,

but you have not
torn open its bowels,

which spewed forth the
discs that I destroyed.

That's where the truth
is hidden, deep inside.

You will destroy an
unopened tin can,

and that tin can will
blow up in your hands.

- Do you really think
there is someone inside?

- More than someone.

Gentlemen, I will
give you a guarantee.

For the first time, the first
time in my scientific life,

I will come out of my den,
prepared to pay with my person.

- Engine's off, release
standing support.

- Professor, Professor,
how do you feel?

- Like I never felt
before, my dear.

- The radioactivity
percentage is very high.

The Amiather spacesuits won't
protect us for very long.

- Long enough.

- Remember, Professor, that
you must obey my orders.

- Aye aye, sir.

- We have just three hours.

Then "The Outsider"
will be destroyed.

- What a pity.

My watch is always slow.

- You should wear both of them.

- One is even more than enough.

- Your glasses, Professor.

- To see the truth.

- Electromagnetic
field at y strength.

- Radioactivity percentage
in relative increase.

- Turn back, Professor.

It's a vast desert.

We'd have to search for months

to find the underground
entrance, if there is one.

- Oh, shut up.

I know the way.

- You're exaggerating
your merits, Professor.

- The signal.

I'm being guided by the signal.

Follow me.

The discs took off from here.

- That's all there
is, let's go back.

- There they are.

Dead creatures.

You needn't be afraid of them.

They tried in vain to escape
from a world dying in agony,

up in one of the
higher galaxies.

They have been traveling
for millions of light years.

This planet that was
intended as their Noah's Ark

has become their tomb.

- Why did it killed them?

- Perhaps they hoped that
their future generations

would land on a living world,
if only a blind one like ours.

Perhaps the secret of their
death is locked inside here.

Radioactivity must
have destroyed them.

Benson Expedition,
this X-ray one five, over.

- X-Ray one five, this is
Benson Expedition, go ahead.

Return immediately,
return immediately.

- Wilco, prepare to leave.

- Not yet.

Don't you understand,
you crazy fools,

that their plans have
survived their death,

only to set them down
on the Earth uselessly?

Those plans are condensed
in something here

which we must find.

Then we shall be able
to penetrate the secret

of their immortal formulas.

Destruction plan
ready for activation.

- No!

- Professor, turn
back, I beg you.

Orders from High
Command, return immediately.

- Eve, Eve.

- Boyd, I'll join you later,
I can't leave him here.

That's an order, get
back to the ship.

Cathy!

- Professor Benson!

Professor.

- Eve, Eve!

- Cathy, Cathy.

- Professor Benson, turn back.

Professor Benson--

- Eve, Eve, we must
get out of here.

- Professor Benson,
where are you?

- Here it is.

The electronic brain is here.

The truth, I'm nearing it,

I'm getting closer.

- Benson, this truth of yours
will cost you your life.

- And what importance does
life have, young fella,

if to live means not to know?

- We don't wanna know,
Benson, we want to live.

- Watch out, Eve.

"The Outsider" is
defending itself.

- Boyd to Commander Cole.

Boyd to Commander Cole.

In the name of God,
Commander, answer me.

- We've run around in a
circle, let's get out of here.

We're way in the cave.

We've reached it!

No Cathy, no!

- Bob, Bob!

- We won't leave, Commander,
if you don't come back.

- I can't make it.

Save yourselves.

Go Bob, go.

- Never Cathy, never.

- My son Lewis and two other
men are coming to get you.

Answer.

- Boyd is trying to repay you.

He is right, save yourselves.

Eve, I beg you.

- Within 50 seconds the
plan will go into action.

You're committing suicide.

- The rescue squad is about
to pick up the missing party.

Just a few more
seconds, General.

- Launch missiles
and special warheads.

That's an order.

- Minus 10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

- Contact.

- I have the formula.

I know the truth.

Now I can order "The
Outsider" to go away.

Stop your useless missiles.

- Engines.

- Hold on.

Hold on, dearest.

You can't die.

You can't die.

Cathy, Cathy!

Cathy!

High Command, this is
X-ray one five, over.

High Command, this
is X-ray one five.

We're approaching
safety distance.

- Good bye, Professor.

- Now you won't know.

You'll never know now.

- Poor Benson.

If they opened up his
chest they'd find a formula

where his heart
should have been.

♪ Outsider ♪

♪ The Outsider ♪

♪ Is coming ♪