Il était une fois... la vie (1987–1988): Season 1, Episode 26 - Et la vie va... - full transcript
Is life, is life, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
Sing a song of life
Every heartbeat's a miracle
Feel the rhythm growing
Day by day as we go
Look inside, your body's humming
With a million drums that are drumming
Fill your lungs, get ready
Celebrating the joy, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
AND LIFE GOES ON
Catch it!
-Catch!
-Catch!
-Hey! Wait for me!
-One... two... three...
Grandpa.
Tell me, Grandpa...
Why can’t you play football with us?
Would you like me to tell you a story?
Long ago,
in Ancient Greece,
there was a strange creature.
Huh?
I’ve never seen a beast like
you, part woman,
part lion and part eagle.
-What’s your name?
-Take care, Oedipus!
I am the one who asks the questions
and if you don’t know the answers,
I shall eat you!
I am the Sphinx.
So that’s who you are!
You'll never eat me!
Well, ask your riddle.
What walks on four legs in the morning,
two at noon, and three in the evening.
-An insect?
-A tortoise!
A giraffe!
No, no, that’s not it. The walking stick!
-Well?
-A walking stick!
It's a man! That's the answer!
In the morning of his life,
a baby crawls on all fours.
Then later he walks on two legs.
And in the evening of his life,
he walks with the help of
a stick, a third leg.
That’s right, isn’t it?
And I walk on three legs, children.
Grandpa, why do people have to get old?
Well, our bodies get tired.
They slow down with age,
and they don’t function so well.
For instance, look at this cut.
My body will take ten times
longer than yours to heal it.
And every second of the day,
there are thousands of cells which die
and have to be replaced.
How funny...
Do you mean that cells get born,
and die just like people do?
Of course, my little one! Look at
the skin on the back of your hand,
it’s made up of dead cells.
You're still young, you've got time.
One after the other.
You stepped on my head! Please watch out!
That’s what they are, dead cells,
replaced from underneath.
And that’s why skin never wears out.
It’s always being renewed.
Cells make your nails grow.
Others make your hair longer.
And cells heal all your cuts
and scratches too.
Of course, I am talking about cells that
are doing their job properly.
And there's a great deal going on inside,
repairs and renovations you can’t see,
to say nothing of the battles to defeat
invading germs.
There’s no doubt about it, we owe our
cells a great deal.
Cells cause growth.
It’s like a miracle.
But Grandpa,
if cells are always being replaced,
there's no reason for getting old?
You’ve got a short memory, haven’t you?
Remember, I told you that cells work
slowly with time.
They take longer to divide.
And nerve cells die
in their thousands each day
without ever being replaced.
That's what getting old is.
Years have gone by and you've gotten
quite old, Grandpa.
I wonder what it must be like,
to be as old as you and
so much to look back on.
My future is in you, children.
One day, when my chromosomes were young,
they combined with my wife's chromosomes
to make a new life, a child.
That's how I handed over my baton in the
relay-race to eternity.
Your parents did the same,
as a result, there's a bit of me in you.
One day, when you have
children of your own...
They will go on with a little bit of you
and me, in them,
carrying on our line.
The instructions of our
genetic code really
are immortal,
because they can be handed down forever.
That's why I call it a
relay-race to eternity.
I’d like to go in, now,
I'm feeling a little tired.
This is beyond repair. We can’t go on
patching it up any longer.
You may as well place an order for
new materials.
No! I am not doing it!
But why ever not?
It's a U, a uracil.
And you’re an A! It'll be a great match.
l refuse to join up with him.
I don't know him!
Why can't you be reasonable?
What do we do now?
Everything is down, they're
waiting on supplies
to rebuild the mitochondrion factory.
What do you expect?
We’re getting old.
We should be replacing it as well.
Maestro, have you see this?
The mitochondrion is down.
The ribosomes are unable
to execute commands.
What should we do?
What do you expect?
We’re getting old. We all succumb to old
age in the end,
even cells wear out eventually.
How about the defenses?
How are they doing?
Oh, no...
Them too, obviously.
Old age affects the circulation too...
Time for me to get some rest too, right?
Daddy? Daddy, wake up.
The children have come
to pay you a little visit.
How are you, Grandpa?
l could be better...
-Can’t expect much at my age.
-Poor Grandpa.
I'm asleep most of the time.
But, I don't feel sad.
When my time comes, I'll go peacefully.
Because I know that I will go
on living in you my descendants.
Do you know that you get the shape of your
nose or the color of your eyes from me?
That’s my legacy to you, in the shape of
your chromosomes.
I will live on in your personalities,
there's a bit of me, in each of you.
Why should I be sad?
Give us a leg up. Don’t drag me back.
l am supposed to get out of here!
What a notion!
We must all get out of here.
We carbon dioxide bubbles are about
to be buried under a pile of oxygen.
He shouldn't be long...
Fancy meeting all of you here!
Weren’t you supposed to get blown out on
that last breath?
That’s right,
but the lungs aren’t strong enough
to blow us out.
We won’t get out now.
Lightair?
Now, where has that child of mine got to?
Poor old Haemo! You really detest
carbon dioxide don't you?
And yet, you just can't get rid of it.
It's such a shame...
Breathing is too slow.
Even the heart is slowing down.
The security forces are
sleeping on the job!
Let’s get them! Charge!
Oh dear! Fifty beats per minute!
That’s far too slow...
The oxygen supply to the brain
is simply not enough
we’ll have to speed up the rate of
breathing and the heartbeat.
Hurry, this is urgent!
Hurry up!
I’ve got... an... urgent message for...
the... heart... it's from... the... brain.
Increase the heartbeat?
From 50 to 65 beats per minute.
But we’re down to 40 already!
It just won’t work!
The heart isn't getting enough oxygen.
We’re done for, if the heartbeat
won’t accelerate!
Oh hurry up!
Take this to the heart, immediately.
I'm so tired,
I'm so worn out,
I may not make it.
Oh! The nerve signals
are not getting through!
Oh at last! This is the end.
l am long overdue for retirement, anyway.
That’s it.
And, it’s... a boy!
"There’s something yellow
showing on the left."
What?
"Something vaguely red,
somewhere on the left."
“Sort of red", "Sort of on the left"?
l can’t use information like that,
it’s far too vague!
I require much more precision
in sensory data.
Well pass on the signals anyway,
they’ll learn in time.
"Move the hands sort of to the left..."
"to grab the sort of yellow
or red object?"
What is this?
I know it's all very
confusing to begin with,
but he'll learn quickly enough.
You see, a baby is born with chromosomes
which have learned it all
and remember everything,
colors and shapes,
but it will take him time to learn how to
use them, and learn it all again.
So send the message!
How's the bloodstream?
Water! Who’ll buy my fresh water?
Calcium!
Best quality calcium, just what you need
for healthy bones and a strong skeleton.
Water! Who’ll buy my fresh water?
Every single child needs calcium,
all of our bones need it!
Children need water, to evacuate waste
and make the kidneys work.
Will you stop obstructing
the way, you two?
These proteins are urgently needed
for muscle building projects.
Everybody's so busy! I like it!
So do I! with a new life starting out.
There's always so much to do.
There are many things to do,
you know like teaching the defense force
about germs, for example.
But the Lymphocyte Patrol knows that!
But a baby doesn't have many defenses.
They're here on transfer,
from the mother's bloodstream.
They're here temporarily,
to keep the body safe,
while baby is busy training
his own defenses.
Where do they train them?
In the thymus gland that's
the body's Defense School.
I'd like to introduce officers Peter and
Claire, of the Lymphocyte Patrol.
They have been seconded to us
from the maternal organism,
to assist us in setting up
our very own defenses.
These experienced officers will instruct
us in counter-infiltration techniques.
The staphylococcus and the
streptococcus! Shoot them on sight.
The flu virus is extremely dangerous.
Escherichia coli, good bacteria.
Do not attack!
That's E. Coli! And death
to all the others!
My darlings.
How’s my son?
Dad! I want to be an astronaut
when I grow older!
And here is the apogee of the orbit.
Now, I would like you to calculate
the following using the data provided:
duration of orbital insertion burn,
the distance travelled.
On the surface of the earth,
the heart pumps blood
downwards with the assistance of gravity
and upwards, against
the gravitational pull.
Now weightless, will the heart beat faster
or slower?
Good news. This is your last day
of theory. Practice begins tomorrow.
We will join the space
relay station Hathor.
And after that... Adventure!
Horus. Not too shabby?
With ion jets,
one hundred times more powerful
than the biggest motor in space.
Any volunteers for the great adventure?
Seven,
six,
five,
four,
three,
-two,
-I though it was an earthquake,
-one, zero.
-but it was only...
Something is wrong!
Why do I feel so heavy?
Why do we all suddenly weigh a tonne?
l was planning a wonderful infection!
It gets you down, doesn't it?
Normal atmospheric pressure is
now restored in the cabin.
We are in zero gravity.
Complete weightlessness.
Cutting thrust to zero.
Entry into orbit.
First of all I was a lump of lead, now I
can float like a feather!
Light!
What’s the meaning of all this, Professor?
Why are we flying?
I’ll hazard a guess.
The law of gravity has been repealed
That’s all!
l enjoy it! We can fly like birds!
Pressure is now one atmosphere.
Well we’ve made a good beginning, chaps!
We’re going to take over this space
shuttle, and no mistake!
You’ve got a cold!
We have a virus on board,
even though the cabin was
disinfected before blast-off.
We must act without delay!
To tackle the virus inside,
a dose of Alpha-interferon
to activate your defenses.
Secondly, get into your space suits.
Opening air-lock... Now!
Disinfection completed.
Air pressure is restored
to one atmosphere.
Air pressure is restored to one
atmosphere.
You can check the viewing ports, the
Hathor station should be visible.
-There she is!
-Isn’t it that fantastic!
Professor Maestro needs no introduction,
he’s the leading scientist of our century
and the leader of our latest expedition.
Here you are at last, the two
hundred carefully selected families,
to take part in Man’s great adventure,
colonising space and opening up
new worlds for humans.
Let me remind you of how we did it.
Us, not the robots or computers.
In the early years of the 21st century,
there were great strides
made in the field of genetic engineering.
Outstanding physical
specimens where produced.
The finest athletes were created.
The biggest brains.
As well as sub-human creatures destined
to perform menial tasks.
There were even bird-men,
and fish-men.
Power-mad men ruled the world at that time
But eventually, their excesses
drove people to revolt.
The rulers were power hungry.
A few ambitious scientist tried
to achieve immortality,
by having their brains housed
inside an enormous computer.
The machine was also supposed to provide
an eternal store for their psyches.
I am sure you have all heard
of the “Great Computer”.
He solved the problem himself.
It became a megalomaniac machine,
believing it was all-powerful,
and superior to its creators.
Bow down and worship me.
I am the Grand Computer
Men of flesh and blood defeated this
machine, and switched it off.
Now, ordinary men and women,
made of flesh and blood
are about to undertake
the greatest adventure of all time.
We have the most powerful
computers ever created.
All we need to access this database,
is a simple implanted chip,
to be connected
to the universe's knowledge.
Making incredible calculations
in an instant.
And we ordinary mortals
with our puny life-span
of 100 years at most,
or 120 years at most.
Our star ship,
with its ion-jet propulsion,
is incredibly fast.
However, even if we could
touch the speed of light,
which is 300,000km per second,
it would take us a quarter of a million
years to cross our own galaxy
and ten times longer
to voyage to Andromeda,
our nearest galactic neighbour.
This means that it will take maybe a
hundred, maybe a thousand years
to explore only a few of the solar
systems in the Milky Way,
looking for a habitable planet.
Of course, none of us will
live to see that day.
The discovery will be made by our
remote descendants.
And on that day, humanity
will have taken a gigantic
leap forward!
Eventually! Stately space-liners
will link Earth
to her new colony.
On that day, our species will become the
leading light of the space-lanes.
The day when our children
set foot on a new planet,
we shall be with them!
Yes, we shall be there! In the bodies
of our descendants, in their chromosomes
which will have been transmitted
from generation to generation.
Yes, our chromosomes will
extend us in the future!
Take a road to wonder
Where the whys and the wherefores hide
Join us and discover
Celebrating the joy, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
Sing a song of life
Every heartbeat's a miracle
Feel the rhythm growing
Day by day as we go
Look inside, your body's humming
With a million drums that are drumming
Fill your lungs, get ready
Celebrating the joy, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life
AND LIFE GOES ON
Catch it!
-Catch!
-Catch!
-Hey! Wait for me!
-One... two... three...
Grandpa.
Tell me, Grandpa...
Why can’t you play football with us?
Would you like me to tell you a story?
Long ago,
in Ancient Greece,
there was a strange creature.
Huh?
I’ve never seen a beast like
you, part woman,
part lion and part eagle.
-What’s your name?
-Take care, Oedipus!
I am the one who asks the questions
and if you don’t know the answers,
I shall eat you!
I am the Sphinx.
So that’s who you are!
You'll never eat me!
Well, ask your riddle.
What walks on four legs in the morning,
two at noon, and three in the evening.
-An insect?
-A tortoise!
A giraffe!
No, no, that’s not it. The walking stick!
-Well?
-A walking stick!
It's a man! That's the answer!
In the morning of his life,
a baby crawls on all fours.
Then later he walks on two legs.
And in the evening of his life,
he walks with the help of
a stick, a third leg.
That’s right, isn’t it?
And I walk on three legs, children.
Grandpa, why do people have to get old?
Well, our bodies get tired.
They slow down with age,
and they don’t function so well.
For instance, look at this cut.
My body will take ten times
longer than yours to heal it.
And every second of the day,
there are thousands of cells which die
and have to be replaced.
How funny...
Do you mean that cells get born,
and die just like people do?
Of course, my little one! Look at
the skin on the back of your hand,
it’s made up of dead cells.
You're still young, you've got time.
One after the other.
You stepped on my head! Please watch out!
That’s what they are, dead cells,
replaced from underneath.
And that’s why skin never wears out.
It’s always being renewed.
Cells make your nails grow.
Others make your hair longer.
And cells heal all your cuts
and scratches too.
Of course, I am talking about cells that
are doing their job properly.
And there's a great deal going on inside,
repairs and renovations you can’t see,
to say nothing of the battles to defeat
invading germs.
There’s no doubt about it, we owe our
cells a great deal.
Cells cause growth.
It’s like a miracle.
But Grandpa,
if cells are always being replaced,
there's no reason for getting old?
You’ve got a short memory, haven’t you?
Remember, I told you that cells work
slowly with time.
They take longer to divide.
And nerve cells die
in their thousands each day
without ever being replaced.
That's what getting old is.
Years have gone by and you've gotten
quite old, Grandpa.
I wonder what it must be like,
to be as old as you and
so much to look back on.
My future is in you, children.
One day, when my chromosomes were young,
they combined with my wife's chromosomes
to make a new life, a child.
That's how I handed over my baton in the
relay-race to eternity.
Your parents did the same,
as a result, there's a bit of me in you.
One day, when you have
children of your own...
They will go on with a little bit of you
and me, in them,
carrying on our line.
The instructions of our
genetic code really
are immortal,
because they can be handed down forever.
That's why I call it a
relay-race to eternity.
I’d like to go in, now,
I'm feeling a little tired.
This is beyond repair. We can’t go on
patching it up any longer.
You may as well place an order for
new materials.
No! I am not doing it!
But why ever not?
It's a U, a uracil.
And you’re an A! It'll be a great match.
l refuse to join up with him.
I don't know him!
Why can't you be reasonable?
What do we do now?
Everything is down, they're
waiting on supplies
to rebuild the mitochondrion factory.
What do you expect?
We’re getting old.
We should be replacing it as well.
Maestro, have you see this?
The mitochondrion is down.
The ribosomes are unable
to execute commands.
What should we do?
What do you expect?
We’re getting old. We all succumb to old
age in the end,
even cells wear out eventually.
How about the defenses?
How are they doing?
Oh, no...
Them too, obviously.
Old age affects the circulation too...
Time for me to get some rest too, right?
Daddy? Daddy, wake up.
The children have come
to pay you a little visit.
How are you, Grandpa?
l could be better...
-Can’t expect much at my age.
-Poor Grandpa.
I'm asleep most of the time.
But, I don't feel sad.
When my time comes, I'll go peacefully.
Because I know that I will go
on living in you my descendants.
Do you know that you get the shape of your
nose or the color of your eyes from me?
That’s my legacy to you, in the shape of
your chromosomes.
I will live on in your personalities,
there's a bit of me, in each of you.
Why should I be sad?
Give us a leg up. Don’t drag me back.
l am supposed to get out of here!
What a notion!
We must all get out of here.
We carbon dioxide bubbles are about
to be buried under a pile of oxygen.
He shouldn't be long...
Fancy meeting all of you here!
Weren’t you supposed to get blown out on
that last breath?
That’s right,
but the lungs aren’t strong enough
to blow us out.
We won’t get out now.
Lightair?
Now, where has that child of mine got to?
Poor old Haemo! You really detest
carbon dioxide don't you?
And yet, you just can't get rid of it.
It's such a shame...
Breathing is too slow.
Even the heart is slowing down.
The security forces are
sleeping on the job!
Let’s get them! Charge!
Oh dear! Fifty beats per minute!
That’s far too slow...
The oxygen supply to the brain
is simply not enough
we’ll have to speed up the rate of
breathing and the heartbeat.
Hurry, this is urgent!
Hurry up!
I’ve got... an... urgent message for...
the... heart... it's from... the... brain.
Increase the heartbeat?
From 50 to 65 beats per minute.
But we’re down to 40 already!
It just won’t work!
The heart isn't getting enough oxygen.
We’re done for, if the heartbeat
won’t accelerate!
Oh hurry up!
Take this to the heart, immediately.
I'm so tired,
I'm so worn out,
I may not make it.
Oh! The nerve signals
are not getting through!
Oh at last! This is the end.
l am long overdue for retirement, anyway.
That’s it.
And, it’s... a boy!
"There’s something yellow
showing on the left."
What?
"Something vaguely red,
somewhere on the left."
“Sort of red", "Sort of on the left"?
l can’t use information like that,
it’s far too vague!
I require much more precision
in sensory data.
Well pass on the signals anyway,
they’ll learn in time.
"Move the hands sort of to the left..."
"to grab the sort of yellow
or red object?"
What is this?
I know it's all very
confusing to begin with,
but he'll learn quickly enough.
You see, a baby is born with chromosomes
which have learned it all
and remember everything,
colors and shapes,
but it will take him time to learn how to
use them, and learn it all again.
So send the message!
How's the bloodstream?
Water! Who’ll buy my fresh water?
Calcium!
Best quality calcium, just what you need
for healthy bones and a strong skeleton.
Water! Who’ll buy my fresh water?
Every single child needs calcium,
all of our bones need it!
Children need water, to evacuate waste
and make the kidneys work.
Will you stop obstructing
the way, you two?
These proteins are urgently needed
for muscle building projects.
Everybody's so busy! I like it!
So do I! with a new life starting out.
There's always so much to do.
There are many things to do,
you know like teaching the defense force
about germs, for example.
But the Lymphocyte Patrol knows that!
But a baby doesn't have many defenses.
They're here on transfer,
from the mother's bloodstream.
They're here temporarily,
to keep the body safe,
while baby is busy training
his own defenses.
Where do they train them?
In the thymus gland that's
the body's Defense School.
I'd like to introduce officers Peter and
Claire, of the Lymphocyte Patrol.
They have been seconded to us
from the maternal organism,
to assist us in setting up
our very own defenses.
These experienced officers will instruct
us in counter-infiltration techniques.
The staphylococcus and the
streptococcus! Shoot them on sight.
The flu virus is extremely dangerous.
Escherichia coli, good bacteria.
Do not attack!
That's E. Coli! And death
to all the others!
My darlings.
How’s my son?
Dad! I want to be an astronaut
when I grow older!
And here is the apogee of the orbit.
Now, I would like you to calculate
the following using the data provided:
duration of orbital insertion burn,
the distance travelled.
On the surface of the earth,
the heart pumps blood
downwards with the assistance of gravity
and upwards, against
the gravitational pull.
Now weightless, will the heart beat faster
or slower?
Good news. This is your last day
of theory. Practice begins tomorrow.
We will join the space
relay station Hathor.
And after that... Adventure!
Horus. Not too shabby?
With ion jets,
one hundred times more powerful
than the biggest motor in space.
Any volunteers for the great adventure?
Seven,
six,
five,
four,
three,
-two,
-I though it was an earthquake,
-one, zero.
-but it was only...
Something is wrong!
Why do I feel so heavy?
Why do we all suddenly weigh a tonne?
l was planning a wonderful infection!
It gets you down, doesn't it?
Normal atmospheric pressure is
now restored in the cabin.
We are in zero gravity.
Complete weightlessness.
Cutting thrust to zero.
Entry into orbit.
First of all I was a lump of lead, now I
can float like a feather!
Light!
What’s the meaning of all this, Professor?
Why are we flying?
I’ll hazard a guess.
The law of gravity has been repealed
That’s all!
l enjoy it! We can fly like birds!
Pressure is now one atmosphere.
Well we’ve made a good beginning, chaps!
We’re going to take over this space
shuttle, and no mistake!
You’ve got a cold!
We have a virus on board,
even though the cabin was
disinfected before blast-off.
We must act without delay!
To tackle the virus inside,
a dose of Alpha-interferon
to activate your defenses.
Secondly, get into your space suits.
Opening air-lock... Now!
Disinfection completed.
Air pressure is restored
to one atmosphere.
Air pressure is restored to one
atmosphere.
You can check the viewing ports, the
Hathor station should be visible.
-There she is!
-Isn’t it that fantastic!
Professor Maestro needs no introduction,
he’s the leading scientist of our century
and the leader of our latest expedition.
Here you are at last, the two
hundred carefully selected families,
to take part in Man’s great adventure,
colonising space and opening up
new worlds for humans.
Let me remind you of how we did it.
Us, not the robots or computers.
In the early years of the 21st century,
there were great strides
made in the field of genetic engineering.
Outstanding physical
specimens where produced.
The finest athletes were created.
The biggest brains.
As well as sub-human creatures destined
to perform menial tasks.
There were even bird-men,
and fish-men.
Power-mad men ruled the world at that time
But eventually, their excesses
drove people to revolt.
The rulers were power hungry.
A few ambitious scientist tried
to achieve immortality,
by having their brains housed
inside an enormous computer.
The machine was also supposed to provide
an eternal store for their psyches.
I am sure you have all heard
of the “Great Computer”.
He solved the problem himself.
It became a megalomaniac machine,
believing it was all-powerful,
and superior to its creators.
Bow down and worship me.
I am the Grand Computer
Men of flesh and blood defeated this
machine, and switched it off.
Now, ordinary men and women,
made of flesh and blood
are about to undertake
the greatest adventure of all time.
We have the most powerful
computers ever created.
All we need to access this database,
is a simple implanted chip,
to be connected
to the universe's knowledge.
Making incredible calculations
in an instant.
And we ordinary mortals
with our puny life-span
of 100 years at most,
or 120 years at most.
Our star ship,
with its ion-jet propulsion,
is incredibly fast.
However, even if we could
touch the speed of light,
which is 300,000km per second,
it would take us a quarter of a million
years to cross our own galaxy
and ten times longer
to voyage to Andromeda,
our nearest galactic neighbour.
This means that it will take maybe a
hundred, maybe a thousand years
to explore only a few of the solar
systems in the Milky Way,
looking for a habitable planet.
Of course, none of us will
live to see that day.
The discovery will be made by our
remote descendants.
And on that day, humanity
will have taken a gigantic
leap forward!
Eventually! Stately space-liners
will link Earth
to her new colony.
On that day, our species will become the
leading light of the space-lanes.
The day when our children
set foot on a new planet,
we shall be with them!
Yes, we shall be there! In the bodies
of our descendants, in their chromosomes
which will have been transmitted
from generation to generation.
Yes, our chromosomes will
extend us in the future!
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Is life, is life, that's life
Is life, is life, that's life