Fantastic Voyage (1968–1969): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Spy Satellite - full transcript

Headquarters.

CMDF

Combined Miniaturized
Defense Force.

Project: Fantastic Voyage.

Process:
Miniaturization.

Authority: Top secret
highest clearance.

Team: Jonathan Kidd,
commander.

Guru, master of mysterious
powers.

Erica Lane, Doctor,
Biologist.

Busby Birdwell, scientist,
inventor.

Builder of the Voyager.



Mission: In its miniaturized
form to combat...

the unseen and unsuspected,
the enemies of freedom.

Time limit:
12 hours.

Excellent, have it shipped.

And remember that failures
will not be tolerated.

Yes.

Very pretty.

That happened last
night, gentlemen.

The tenth in a series of
successful sabotages...

attempted against our most
important installations.

what hits me is how they always
know exactly where to go.

It's like they have pictures.

We believe they
do, Ms. Lane.

Photos that come from this
satellite, by a camera...



that takes pictures through
solid walls.

Boy, this sure beats
my old brownie.

- What did you think of that?
- We don't know yet.

- What is our job, sir?
- It's very simple.

Yes, go get inside the satellite and knock
it out without being discovered.

Simple, isn't it?

You mean we have to go
all the way there.

oh, come on, Busby.
Think of the view.

That's exactly what
I'm thinking.

Ready, Mr. Kidd?

- You can go, professor.
- Start process.

Stop process.
Radio beam on.

Hey, shall we have
a countdown?

Ah, big deal,
space launch.

- Wow, this is a some ride.
- Look out there.

You are now leaving
Earth's atmosphere.

We can't stop and talk
about it or something.

Are you in orbit Mr. Kidd,
keep your eyes open.

We will, professor.

Yes, tell him we'll send
him a snapshot of Mars.

Don't you ever
serious, Busby?

We got to... Oh, I forgot.
Get me down.

I thought you liked hikes.
Oh, very funny. Just...

We are approaching
our objective.

We found out, professor.
Sign of, see you later.

Get me down, Guru.

As you wish,
Ms. Lane.

Take it easy Busby,
let's look over first.

Right.

See any place to
get in, Busby?

There's some kind of
valve over there.

- But I can't tell what it is.
- I'll take a look.

- Stay away.
- Be careful.

Just don't forget the cable.
It's a long way down.

Yes, like never.
Well, bombs away!

How does it look?

It will open, all right,
if I can figure out how.

Wait Mr. Kidd do not open.
It's dangerous.

Just a second.
I'm getting there.

- Mr. Kidd!
- It's no use, he can't hear you.

Oh no. It's a
waste tank.

- Busby, we have to get out of here.
- Get Kidd first.

Hurry up.

- We can't wait much longer.
- Oh, he's getting inside.

- We've must depart, Mr. Birdwell.
- But he's still out there.

I can't help
it. Hold on.

But what about Jonathan?

We can only hope
the cable is strong.

It's freezing the exhaust.
I have to go down.

We'll have to burn it back up on
entry to Earth's atmosphere.

Hold on, Jonathan.

- Temperature?
- 400 degrees below zero.

Minus 250.

Minus 75.

Coming close now.
30, 50, 75.

90, 110, 140.

It's melting. Reverse
course, Mr. Birdwell.

Right, starting
bring Kidd in.

If he is still there
to bring him.

- He's alive, Ms. Lane.
- I don't know.

An ordinary man might not
survive it, but he might.

The table, Guru.

He's... you know.

No, it's still alive.
But bad, fast oxygen.

Set automatic transfusion.
There's still a chance.

A small one.

- Any changes?
- None.

He still no telling.

Only eight hours
to go.

The satellite will pass into
orbit in two minutes.

what do we do?

Our mission was to destroy
the camera.

- We must perform it.
- No, we can't take the chance.

We have choose to
walk with chance. MS. Lane.

For the first time I agree with
the Guru. We have a job to do.

There, right on schedule.

Pass and go down.
We are moving.

Looks like we have a break.
The valve is still open.

I just hope the acids
are out.

What is going on?

The hole create a vacuum
and we're going to cleaners.

Cross your fingers.

Well, we made it.

Part of us made
it anyway.

We're in, Mr. Birdwell Well,
I think we're inside the camera.

These must be the lenses.

And this is the electronic tape
that records the pictures.

- What about the screen?
- Well, it's probably...

Hey, looks like we made it
in time for the next show.

Let's part.

- Is it taking pictures now?
- Yeah!

Pictures of upcoming
sabotage targets.

Now we'll see what they
plan to destroy next.

- Wait, this is...
- Our Headquarters.

Those dirty dogs.

- There's Professor Carter.
- Come on, this will be a pleasure.

- What about Jonathan?
- This won't take long.

And he certainly isn't
going anywhere.

I'll get the tape you and Erica
take care of the lens.

And make sure you don't
stand in front of them.

Now for a little
touch up job.

Now let's see.

Well, now I'm going to
take a good picture.

Wait until you see this.

Ready Guru.
Can go.

Stop now.

Beautiful.

Professor Carter.

How you changed.

Let's go back, our mission
is finished.

Right, let's go.

It was too much for
the spy satellite.

I would like to see
their faces.

It's impossible.
We can't... where?

- It's outside.
- Look out!

Pass, I have to go back,
don't close the door.

Jonathan, come back!

Oh no, he's heading
for the lens.

No, Kidd, stop!

What? Light bright.

We have to get him out of there.

I said I wanted
see their faces.

I didn't say I wanted
to see our faces.

- We must hurry, Mr. Birdwell.
- You're telling me?

- What? What is...
- Silence.

This explains
what's wrong.

This satellite is being sabotaged
from the inside.

What? How? It
is possible?

Silence! You don't
have eyes.

This is Kidd and
his blast CMDF.

But they shall
not escape.

Seal this satellite
immediately.

Where are we?

In the wrong place and
at the wrong time.

Let's go, Busby.

What do you think
I'm doing,

looking for a
parking space?

Oh, oh, dead end.

Over there, Busby.

Maybe we can
go there.

It's late, it's too
late everywhere.

We are trapped.

Maybe I can suggest...

You may suggest nothing.
Direct satellite backwards.

Yes.

What is that?
Listen.

No cycles.

I wonder...look, up there,
they're changing our course.

- To return to Earth.
- That's what I call trouble.

We are helpless.

But perhaps we are not as
helpless as they think.

- Jonathan, are you alright?
- I think so.

Busby, can you get that
camera working again?

I suppose so.
Why?

Because if they are taking
us back to their base.

We should get some pretty
good pictures of this.

And if we contact Professor
Carter...

They can receive the
photos there.

That's it. Let's
get to work.

OK, ready?

- Ready.
- OK, shoot.

Someone is listening,
please.

Professor, we are receiving image
signals from the spy satellite.

- Which?
- Look.

What is it?

A photo, but I didn't
ask for it.

See, it's us. But that
is not possible.

Hush, it's us, Kidd turned
our camera on us.

And they are transmitting the
pictures to their Headquarters.

Is that you, see.

Professor Vladimir Estragon
So he's behind this.

Boy, look at that face.
He looks very angry.

He has a lot to
be angry about.

When your bosses find
out about this...

I would like to
be around.

Stop them, they must be stopped
immediately, once and for all.

They are taking it.
Keep going, Busby.

Blow up that satellite
immediately.

Destroy it.

What is that?

It's the self-destruct
mechanism.

There must be a
bomb somewhere.

See, it's coming, do something.

Six, five, four...

It's too late.

So long, everyone.

Hey, I don't know about you,
but I think I'm alive.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- Thank goodness.
- But why not?

I don't know.
Say, Busby.

What's that in your hand?

It's just a clock I've found.
To mark the camera's exposure.

Wait, you mean it came
from the bomb?

I took?
O boy!

- The satellite didn't explode.
- Thanks for telling me.

So you beat me, Mr.
Kidd, we'll see.

What will happen
now, Jonathan?

It's their move, but you can be
sure it won't be pleasant.

Now We're going up!

Why can't they change
their minds?

And they've changed, they're
taking us into outer space.

And cutting us loose.

- You mean just drift?
- Yes.

So, I am victorious
after all.

They neutralized my
spy satellite.

But I neutralized our most dangerous
enemies, Kidd and his friends.

Control will be pleased.

You were right Jonathan,
are we going to stop?

I'm afraid not.
Let's drift.

We'll turn into another
stain...

of dust floating around
the universe.

Unless, look there.

A meteor?

Yes, if we can maneuver
into their wake.

You mean this trail could
take us back to Earth

Yes, it sounds crazy, but
it's our only chance.

Now let's move
this box.

But how?

Firing the defense rockets and
utilizing the opposite thrust.

- Chart a course, Busby.
- 15 degrees, east.

Activate number three.

30 degrees north.

Number six.

Now everything!

It was worth it.

Not yet. Get on the
Traveler, quick.

When the meteor begins to enter
the Earth's atmosphere.

things are going to
get pretty hot.

Things are already
hot for me.

Forget the temperature.

It's starting.

- The satellite is melting.
- And me too.

Keep your distance. Don't
touch anything.

Mr. Kidd?
Mr. Kidd?

Can you hear me?

Where are you?

They are out of range, professor,
they will never speak.

- Kid here,.
- Are you okay?

Surely you don't
think any...

sourpuss could stop us?

Wait, it's a mistake. I
couldn't have failed.

But you have.

Estragon, report to Control
immediately.

Well, this time we
really did it.

I wonder if anyone will
believe what happened.

I'm not even sure I do.

- No am I.
- Well, I am.

Don't forget that we can always
show them our photos.

Subtitles: Kilo