The Fantastic Journey (1977): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Dream of Conquest - full transcript
Five travelers were discovered
within the boundary.
Kill them or send them away.
You said you didn't...
seek your own time,
like the others.
I am seeking better.
Lost in
the Devil's Triangle.
Trapped in a dimension
with beings from the future
and from other worlds,
a party of adventurers
journeys through zones of time
back to their own time.
Varian. A man from
the 23rd century,
possessing awesome powers.
From 1977,
Fred, a young doctor just
out of medical school.
Scott Jordan,
the 13-year-old son
of a famous scientist.
Liana,
Daughter of an Atlantian father
and an extra-terrestrial mother.
And Jonathan Willaway,
rebel scientist
from the 1960s.
Together, they face
the frightening unknown on
the Fantastic Journey.
Well, where are we now?
Or I guess the question
is when.
Take a look at that,
and you tell us.
What kind of
animal is that?
I don't know.
It's not from this dimension.
Nothing ever is.
What I mean is,
it's not from your planet.
What do you mean
it's not from Earth?
And about those men?
Also not from Earth.
Do not resist.
We are peaceful.
Tarant will decide.
Follow the others.
Now you see here,
you have no right...
Follow the others.
That is New Mitera.
Does our technology
impress you?
Move along.
Lara!
Lara!
What is it, Nikki?
Its Argo. With five
travelers into the city.
He's taking them
to Tarant.
- What is that to us?
- For my Father, Lara.
One of them might
know medicine.
Perhaps, Nikki.
Ah!
All right.
Up.
Within two solar cycles
we march!
The campaigns begin.
And look at you.
The best of my corps men.
Ah.
Dismissed.
Lt. Argon, sir.
You are recognized, Argon.
Five travelers were discovereds
within the boundary.
Kill them or send them away.
We have no time.
I brought them here,
for your review.
Come in, please.
I am Consul Tarant.
Under other circumstances,
I would welcome you
and play host.
But as it is.
I have no time.
See that their supplies
are replenished,
and that they are escorted
safely to the boundaries
of the next time zone.
We appreciate that.
Good journey to you.
Before you leave...
Is there a physician
among you?
Consul Lara,
the travelers are
anxious to be gone.
I'm a doctor,
and Varian's
a gifted healer.
Madam, who is ill?
Someone dear to you?
Someone dear
to all Miterans.
Luther our Major Consul
is dying
despite all our efforts.
Well, if you're springing
for supplies for us
seems like we ought to
return the favor.
I'm afraid Consul Luther
is beyond mortal help.
He's not dead yet,
Consul Tarant.
Nikki, we know how you feel,
but you are old enough
to face the truth
about your father.
Well, thank you
for your sympathies.
I'm sure you'd be grieved
at my father's death,
and unhappy to
become Major Consul.
Will you see him?
- Gladly.
- You got it.
We would be in your debt.
Please, come with me.
I'm Nikki.
I'm Scott.
Come on, let's go.
We will, uh,
arrange quarters
for you.
Meanwhile, make
yourself comfortable.
Neffring.
Escaped again, hmm?
You're becoming
very troublesome.
We can't have Luther's pet
running loose reminding
the troops that
he still lives.
We'll devise a special
punishment for you.
To teach you to stay
where you belong.
Take him to his cage.
If he burrows out again
you may expect to be
made very unhappy.
The Neffring seemed
to like you.
If it possessed judgment,
I would admire its taste.
Why do you mistreat
that creature?
It's a Neffring.
It's time is almost ended.
It's a being.
No better than the canines
which roam the Earth.
Major Consuls keep them
as symbols of their power.
As Luther did with that one.
On Earth, the Egyptian
kings of antiquity
kept cheetahs
for the same reason.
Luther has spoiled the
animal beyond all reclamation.
Nikki, the boy,
wanted to give it a name.
What do you call a Neffring?
It's a Neffring.
What he calls himself
sounded like Olavah.
That magic wand of yours
giving any answers?
Well, his physiognomy
is related to ours,
but there're very
strong differences.
And now his
pulse is thready.
His breathing is so shallow.
I sure would like to run a
check on his blood gases.
I'm gonna have to
take a blood sample.
Figure out how to use one of
their microscopes or something.
We'll compare
findings in the lab.
Depart quickly...
Take Nikki
with you.
I will not
live much longer.
Nikki's life
is worth nothing
if you abandon
him to Tarant's mercy.
Please...
Please...
Take Nikki
and set out
now.
And these are my quarters.
Oh, neat.
Is this like the one you
and your father travel in?
Yeah.
Yeah, I would've loved
to have seen the real one.
Yeah, we were hovering
over Earth
when we were caught in
a strange storm and crashed.
The ship is the Alpha Two.
It's the most advanced model
we've been able to come up with.
It carried the modules out of
which New Mitera was built.
It must've been
a huge spaceship.
And this is our
planet Mitera.
The Neffrings lived
here, on these mountains.
Yeah, these time zones...
You're from my future.
And another planet besides.
It gets confusing sometimes.
My father could explain
it mathematically, but
I could never grasp it.
Here...
This is the sector
we live in.
Or lived in.
You miss your home,
too, don't you?
My mother's there.
But we're so far away.
Both of my parents
are home, also.
Sometimes I think
the way you think.
That I'll never
see them again.
When you last saw them,
was there love between you?
Yes. Very much.
When I was with
my mother last,
we had angry words.
Some small thing
she wanted me to do,
and I didn't want to do it.
I left her with
angry words.
Now we're so far away.
Any success?
The laboratory work
will take time.
Now, don t go
counting Luther out.
My friends are
very competent.
And their fees are
very reasonable.
That's better.
A woman as beautiful as
you should wear only smiles.
Well, why so sad?
I am sad for the reason
many Miterans are sad.
Upon Luther's death,
Tarant will begin
his march east.
March? Oh.
Oh, the march back
through the zones,
to try and find your
own place in time.
But why should that
possibly make you sad?
Because we will
not march home.
We will march into war.
The Miterans want war?
Tarant wants war.
Why?
For power. For what
he considers glory.
Can Tarant do this?
He controls the arsenal,
and the troops.
No one would
dare oppose him.
Even now, he has
the army somewhere
along the boundaries,
only awaiting his order
to attack.
He will storm
through the zones,
territorializing
them each in turn.
It never seems to change.
Not even here.
I don't understand.
Oh, in my own time, my own planet,
we had the same thing.
The territorializers,
the destroyers...
If I could only find
where the armies were.
I could reason with them,
in Luther's name.
Tarant has them convinced
Luther's dead already.
Then all we need to do is find
out where the armies are.
Tarant keeps that
information to himself.
Lara...
If I could find a way to give
you this information,
would you promise
never to frown again?
How would you do that?
Where I come from,
we have a saying
that seems to fit
this occasion.
"It takes a thief
to catch a thief.
I don't understand.
You don't have to.
All you have to know is
that I am going to find out
where that army is billeted.
You would do this
because you hate the
Tarants of all the world.
And because I've always
loved beautiful ladies...
Smiling.
Is this the fastest your
corpsmen can move, Argon?
Not only would you have
my men fight with weapons
that are not there,
but with weapons that
are not assembled!
We are well ahead of
schedule, Consul Tarant.
For Luther you would
be ahead of schedule!
Not for me.
Your security is almost on
a par with your efficiency.
Consul Tarant.
This is a restricted area.
You must leave immediately.
I know. I know,
I shouldn't be here,
but I couldn't resist it.
- Your arsenal is...
- Look, I have no time,
- so please...
- That magnification on that.
That's an 11 to five
parameter, isn't it?
Actually, 12 to five.
Oh.
That means a kill radius of...
A thousand yards.
Exactly.
How do you know so much
about our weapons?
Oh, I'm a scientist.
Er,weapows development
was my specialty.
Course, in my time
we never had anything
as sophisticated as this.
But,
we did have something
called a laser,
it concentrated light,
- through a ruby, actually...
- This uses crystals,
focuses the sun's energy.
And that's just
a hand model,
for anti-personnel use.
You know,
if you had a larger one...
Oh, we have larger.
Could take out
a whole mountain.
At least.
Oh, it's marvelous.
I love it.
Oh, I mean, the best
we had was a bomb,
based on a thermo-nuclear
principle.
I mean, it was capable
of wiping out entire cities,
it did so on a couple
of occasions.
And you had something to do
with the development of that?
I do not like to
take full credit.
I like to remember
the little people.
Well, you are different
from the others.
Well,
they are an
idealistic group.
I recognize, uh,
the realities of power.
And its usefulness
in the proper hands.
Yes. So few
understand that.
Mmm
Look, Argon,
and learn.
This man is
not even one of us,
yet he knows more about
our weapons than even you.
Many men know how to
make a weapon fire.
Few are brave enough
to enter the battle
and kill with it.
You're making my second
in command jealous.
- sOh... Oh...
- No, no, no. That's good.
It'll make him more alert.
Oh, look, um,
you must be
very busy, I'll...
No, no, no.
A man with your background
would appreciate this.
Come with me.
What's that?
I think I know.
I hope I'm wrong.
Come on.
The weapons
they will be using
can be adjusted to merely
stun the enemy for capture,
orto incinerate it.
Oh.
You've revived
the stun hunt.
If the corps is to
maintain its fettle,
it must occasionally
be bloodied.
Luther has forbidden it.
Lutheris gravely ill.
Luther will not be
with us much longer.
Do you think I don't
know you show the men
your contempt for Luther
by abusing his pet?
Why such emotion?
It'll be a small divertissement
for our guests.
The weapons will be
set only to stun.
The object is to see
how close they can
come to the target
without making a hit.
Can't do anything now.
Retract your order.
Cease!
- Is he still alive?
- Just barely,
I think, just barely.
The game is over.
Varian, somehow I've got
to help the poor thing.
I understand, Liana.
Somehow,
I've got to help him.
How can you treat a
living thing like that?
Now see here.
We are the guests
of the Consul.
I think it behooves us
to act accordingly.
That was the ugliest
thing I've ever seen.
And you're defending it?
It's not to the point
whether I defend it.
I should think that
a man of your learning
would understand the
necessity of such an exercise.
Necessity?
The torture of that being.
A necessity?
Speaking objectively,
for purposes of reinforcing
military discipline.
It was necessary,
and most useful.
Willaway?
Was I mistaken about you?
Oh, Consul...
You simply must
forgive my friends,
they simply do not understand
the requirements of
military command.
Yes The burdens are great,
but someone must
accept them.
From what I can see,
you were born to it.
Oh, Sil-L.
Where have you been?
He's found Olavah,
the Neffring,
in a cage below the city.
- I'm going to him.
- Please, be careful.
Okay.
Sil-L knows the way.
Nothing.
Nothing I can see.
You better start
giving some serious
thought your kind
of magic, partner.
- The sonic energizer?
- Right.
No, no, no.
It's too dangerous.
Yeah, well it's cure him
or kill him time.
And the bottom line
is we're down to it.
I mean, Lutheris
sinking fast and,
I'm just not doing much good.
He says his wounds
are healing,
and wants me to
thank Varian
for saving his life.
He thanks Varian?
Yes. You see, Scott,
because Olavah is
an intelligent being.
He understands
the idea of thanks,
and knows everything
we say.
But why is he so sad?
Cause he longs
for his family,
and his own kind.
He also grieves
for Luther,
who in his own way
was very nice to him.
Boy, I sure hope Varian
and Fred can help him.
Nikki said
that if his father dies,
Tarant's gonna take over.
Calm down, Olavah.
Shh... Calm down.
We re not gonna let
anyone hurt you now.
Stare at these slides
until I'm blind,
still come up with more
questions than answers.
The biggest question
of them all is,
why didn't we just leave
Willaway where we found him?
That turkey's always
talking about
finding a better world.
And then at
the first opportunity
he jumps on the side
of the guy with figure stick.
I know, this afternoon
I condemned him.
But, then I realized that,
Tarant contradicts everything
Willaway believes in.
So?
So... Just..
Maybe things just aren't
quite what they seem.
Yeah, well,
I hope you're right.
'Cause he's playing
around with our necks.
You said that
the zone to west,
that only rudimentary
people occupy the land.
Children.
A society of children.
Hmm.
They detest adults,
can you imagine?
And, uh, westward of that?
Oh... A peaceful lot,
no ambition whatsoever.
I lived among them for
a time.
Oh, I wouldn't
worry about them.
Oh, oh, oh,
and the zone before that?
Well, I only know
about them from what I was
told by my companions.
Inhabited by a most
advanced people.
A wondrous city
full of wondrous things.
That's how
they described it.
Hmm.
Wondrous?
Powerful, no doubt.
No...
The Atlantians are
a peaceful lot also.
I mean, you could
crush them like bugs.
When do you march?
What?
What a...
A strange thing to say.
Why...
You've been pumping me for
information about the other zones.
Now,
your interest isn't
entirely academic.
Well, it's wise to
gather intelligence about
any potential enemy.
We, uh...
Must maintain
a defensive capability.
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
Of course.
But, I haven't noticed any
of your corpsmen in the city.
The main body
of the corps is away,
on training exercises.
Your training fascinates me.
You do it in the mountains
or the lowlands or...
The exact location of
the corps is kept a secret.
Oh, of course.
All the better to, um,
maintain your
defensive capability?
You are an interesting man,
Willaway.
Thank you, sir.
You said you didn't
seek your own time,
like the others.
No.
I am seeking better.
My own time rejected me.
They called me a fool.
I am, um,
as you may say, uh...
Available for opportunity.
An ambitious man.
I like that.
Hey. Hey, hey,
look at this.
Did you find something?
I don't know, you tell me.
I have never examined
a moon man before,
and I sure have never
seen anything like this.
See, the cells are
acting erratically.
If I had to put a name
to it, I'd call it quimio,
or something like it anyway.
Only different, no?
See what I mean, something
is out of whack, and I
can't put my finger on it.
These leukocytes
are artificial.
These invading cells
aren't even his.
Well, that's
not possible, is it?
No. It's not.
There's no way he could
contract this disease.
And there's no way his
body could produce it.
Then how did he get it?
Murder.
Luther came down with the
sickness as we traveled to Earth.
After the medical officer
ordered a routine nutrient
injection for him.
The medical officer
was Tarant's brother.
You're accusing
Tarant of murder?
Tarant would do anything
to become Major Consul.
Tarant is a madman.
Possessed with
a dream of, uh,
of, uh, mad conquest.
The soldiers
believe Tarant,
because he tells them
he speaks for Luther.
He only awaits
Luther's death.
That's why
you have to help us.
Of course. We, we're doing
everything we can to help Luther.
- But beyond that...
- We raise one finger here
and Tarant can chop it off
with nobody to say boo.
You must understand
we're outsiders here.
We cannot and
we should not become
involved in these affairs.
I think you're
already involved.
The one called Willaway...
Oh, please.
Please.
Don t lump us in
the same bag with him.
You don't trust him?
What about Willaway?
He said that he would fing
the location of the armies
that Tarant is massing
for the attack.
Willaway said that?
In his manner
with Tarant today,
he made me believe
he lied to me.
How did Willaway say
he was going to do this?
Do you understand
"It takes a thief
to catch a thief?"
What... Willaway said that?
Lara, yes.
I think you can
trust Willaway.
You mean, Willaway
pretends to relate to Tarant,
just so that he can gain
the location of our corps?
That's exactly
what he's doing.
You see, if I can find
the whereabouts of the corps,
I... I can go to them
with Luther's word.
So all your hopes
are pinned on Willaway.
I cannot imagine Willaway
as a 007, superspy.
Your physicians have
discovered the nature
of Luther's illness.
That certainly
is good news.
Yes.
I thought you'd like to hear
about it in their own words.
Oh. Your word is
good enough for me.
I think this will
interest you.
I'm certainly
interested in it.
Luther came down
with the sickness as
we traveled to Earth.
After the medical
officer ordered...
Consul Lara.
I had hoped
she would be an ally,
even reign by my side.
...Tarant's brother.
She said the thought
turned her cold.
Perhaps soon she'll warm.
Of course. We, we're doing
everything we can to help Luther.
- But beyond that...
- We raise one finger here
and Tarant can chop it off
with nobody to say boo.
He made me
believe he lied to me.
How did Willaway say...
Politics. Oh.
Men of vision are so
often misunderstood.
You're accusing
Tarant of murder?
Tarant would do
anything to become
Major Consul.
Tarant is a madman.
Possessed with
a dream of, uh,
mad conquest.
We're outsiders here.
We cannot
and we should not, become
involved in these affairs.
I think
you're already involved.
The one called Willaway...
Oh, please. Please.
Don't lump us in
the same bag with him.
- You don't trust him?
- Who are these mad people?
What about Willaway?
He said that he would find out
the location of the armies
that Tarant is massing
for the attack.
Willaway said that?
Willaway pretends
to relate to Tarant,
just so that he can gain
the location of our corps?
- That's exactly what he's doing.
- Consul Tarant...
You see, if I can
find the whereabouts...
This is total fabrication.
I mean, anyone
who knows me well.
Now Tarant knows you well.
And knows who is loyal.
Ah...
Disloyalty all around me.
You would conspire
against me?
I will not wait for
Luther's death.
I will announce myself
as Major Consul today.
I will not wait
to begin the great march.
The corps will move today!
You are mad!
Mad?
Perhaps it will comfort you
to think so.
You're an ambitious man,
Willaway?
Well, here's your chance.
You shall become part of history.
The birth of the new order.
I shall mark the beginning
with a lesson...
A purge.
The traitors among us
will be extinguished.
And you...
and your co-conspirators
shall be the first.
Incarcerate him.
Then seize the others.
Oh.
On Consul Tarant's orders,
your squad will take
the others captive.
We obey.
How much longer
is it gonna be?
We re almost done.
Is my father
doing better?
He's accepting
this transfusion well.
That's hope enough
for now, Nikki.
Consul Tarant,
the strangers are not in their
quarters, or the laboratory.
Search the hospital.
Nikki and Lara will not
be far from Luther
and the strangers
will not be far from them.
This way...
Hurry.
Second platoon,
this way.
The corpsmen have taken
Willaway prisoner,
and are coming for us.
But, why?
What did we do?
It doesn't matter.
Tarant is making his move.
Well, we'd better
make our move, too.
Yeah, let's get to
Willaway and split.
Good luck, Nikki.
You're father s
gonna be better now.
I know And good luck
to you, my friend.
Join the others
in the search.
I want them.
All of them.
I have things to do.
Get me out of here!
Mmm.
I knew you'd wind up
like this someday.
Oh, did you now.
If, if it weren't for me
you'd all be in the stew.
The one we are in
ain't so great.
Never did I hear a man
complain so much.
Perfect.
Thank you.
Let's go.
Tarant...
Tarant is dead.
Yes.
But Luther lives!
Luther...
Luther!
Luther!
Luther! Luther! Luther!
I'm sorry I doubted you,
Jonathan.
Well, there have been times
when I doubted myself.
We owe you
a great deal.
Such debts are
hard to repay.
I think that that smile
that I saw on your face
when you were with Luther,
that was payment far
beyond what I deserve
No.
But thank you.
The next zone lies there.
I hope what you seek
is not far beyond.
Thank you.
Stay well and be happy.
- Bye, Nikki.
- Bye, Scott.
Thank you.
Good luck.
But, Varian,
I still don't understand.
I mean, why did
Tarant want war?
Well, Scott, some men have dreams
of conquests and the power.
But that's so dumb.
Aristophanes
said it best, Scott,
"Ah, the generals!
They are numerous,
"but not good for much."
Subtitles: Kilo
within the boundary.
Kill them or send them away.
You said you didn't...
seek your own time,
like the others.
I am seeking better.
Lost in
the Devil's Triangle.
Trapped in a dimension
with beings from the future
and from other worlds,
a party of adventurers
journeys through zones of time
back to their own time.
Varian. A man from
the 23rd century,
possessing awesome powers.
From 1977,
Fred, a young doctor just
out of medical school.
Scott Jordan,
the 13-year-old son
of a famous scientist.
Liana,
Daughter of an Atlantian father
and an extra-terrestrial mother.
And Jonathan Willaway,
rebel scientist
from the 1960s.
Together, they face
the frightening unknown on
the Fantastic Journey.
Well, where are we now?
Or I guess the question
is when.
Take a look at that,
and you tell us.
What kind of
animal is that?
I don't know.
It's not from this dimension.
Nothing ever is.
What I mean is,
it's not from your planet.
What do you mean
it's not from Earth?
And about those men?
Also not from Earth.
Do not resist.
We are peaceful.
Tarant will decide.
Follow the others.
Now you see here,
you have no right...
Follow the others.
That is New Mitera.
Does our technology
impress you?
Move along.
Lara!
Lara!
What is it, Nikki?
Its Argo. With five
travelers into the city.
He's taking them
to Tarant.
- What is that to us?
- For my Father, Lara.
One of them might
know medicine.
Perhaps, Nikki.
Ah!
All right.
Up.
Within two solar cycles
we march!
The campaigns begin.
And look at you.
The best of my corps men.
Ah.
Dismissed.
Lt. Argon, sir.
You are recognized, Argon.
Five travelers were discovereds
within the boundary.
Kill them or send them away.
We have no time.
I brought them here,
for your review.
Come in, please.
I am Consul Tarant.
Under other circumstances,
I would welcome you
and play host.
But as it is.
I have no time.
See that their supplies
are replenished,
and that they are escorted
safely to the boundaries
of the next time zone.
We appreciate that.
Good journey to you.
Before you leave...
Is there a physician
among you?
Consul Lara,
the travelers are
anxious to be gone.
I'm a doctor,
and Varian's
a gifted healer.
Madam, who is ill?
Someone dear to you?
Someone dear
to all Miterans.
Luther our Major Consul
is dying
despite all our efforts.
Well, if you're springing
for supplies for us
seems like we ought to
return the favor.
I'm afraid Consul Luther
is beyond mortal help.
He's not dead yet,
Consul Tarant.
Nikki, we know how you feel,
but you are old enough
to face the truth
about your father.
Well, thank you
for your sympathies.
I'm sure you'd be grieved
at my father's death,
and unhappy to
become Major Consul.
Will you see him?
- Gladly.
- You got it.
We would be in your debt.
Please, come with me.
I'm Nikki.
I'm Scott.
Come on, let's go.
We will, uh,
arrange quarters
for you.
Meanwhile, make
yourself comfortable.
Neffring.
Escaped again, hmm?
You're becoming
very troublesome.
We can't have Luther's pet
running loose reminding
the troops that
he still lives.
We'll devise a special
punishment for you.
To teach you to stay
where you belong.
Take him to his cage.
If he burrows out again
you may expect to be
made very unhappy.
The Neffring seemed
to like you.
If it possessed judgment,
I would admire its taste.
Why do you mistreat
that creature?
It's a Neffring.
It's time is almost ended.
It's a being.
No better than the canines
which roam the Earth.
Major Consuls keep them
as symbols of their power.
As Luther did with that one.
On Earth, the Egyptian
kings of antiquity
kept cheetahs
for the same reason.
Luther has spoiled the
animal beyond all reclamation.
Nikki, the boy,
wanted to give it a name.
What do you call a Neffring?
It's a Neffring.
What he calls himself
sounded like Olavah.
That magic wand of yours
giving any answers?
Well, his physiognomy
is related to ours,
but there're very
strong differences.
And now his
pulse is thready.
His breathing is so shallow.
I sure would like to run a
check on his blood gases.
I'm gonna have to
take a blood sample.
Figure out how to use one of
their microscopes or something.
We'll compare
findings in the lab.
Depart quickly...
Take Nikki
with you.
I will not
live much longer.
Nikki's life
is worth nothing
if you abandon
him to Tarant's mercy.
Please...
Please...
Take Nikki
and set out
now.
And these are my quarters.
Oh, neat.
Is this like the one you
and your father travel in?
Yeah.
Yeah, I would've loved
to have seen the real one.
Yeah, we were hovering
over Earth
when we were caught in
a strange storm and crashed.
The ship is the Alpha Two.
It's the most advanced model
we've been able to come up with.
It carried the modules out of
which New Mitera was built.
It must've been
a huge spaceship.
And this is our
planet Mitera.
The Neffrings lived
here, on these mountains.
Yeah, these time zones...
You're from my future.
And another planet besides.
It gets confusing sometimes.
My father could explain
it mathematically, but
I could never grasp it.
Here...
This is the sector
we live in.
Or lived in.
You miss your home,
too, don't you?
My mother's there.
But we're so far away.
Both of my parents
are home, also.
Sometimes I think
the way you think.
That I'll never
see them again.
When you last saw them,
was there love between you?
Yes. Very much.
When I was with
my mother last,
we had angry words.
Some small thing
she wanted me to do,
and I didn't want to do it.
I left her with
angry words.
Now we're so far away.
Any success?
The laboratory work
will take time.
Now, don t go
counting Luther out.
My friends are
very competent.
And their fees are
very reasonable.
That's better.
A woman as beautiful as
you should wear only smiles.
Well, why so sad?
I am sad for the reason
many Miterans are sad.
Upon Luther's death,
Tarant will begin
his march east.
March? Oh.
Oh, the march back
through the zones,
to try and find your
own place in time.
But why should that
possibly make you sad?
Because we will
not march home.
We will march into war.
The Miterans want war?
Tarant wants war.
Why?
For power. For what
he considers glory.
Can Tarant do this?
He controls the arsenal,
and the troops.
No one would
dare oppose him.
Even now, he has
the army somewhere
along the boundaries,
only awaiting his order
to attack.
He will storm
through the zones,
territorializing
them each in turn.
It never seems to change.
Not even here.
I don't understand.
Oh, in my own time, my own planet,
we had the same thing.
The territorializers,
the destroyers...
If I could only find
where the armies were.
I could reason with them,
in Luther's name.
Tarant has them convinced
Luther's dead already.
Then all we need to do is find
out where the armies are.
Tarant keeps that
information to himself.
Lara...
If I could find a way to give
you this information,
would you promise
never to frown again?
How would you do that?
Where I come from,
we have a saying
that seems to fit
this occasion.
"It takes a thief
to catch a thief.
I don't understand.
You don't have to.
All you have to know is
that I am going to find out
where that army is billeted.
You would do this
because you hate the
Tarants of all the world.
And because I've always
loved beautiful ladies...
Smiling.
Is this the fastest your
corpsmen can move, Argon?
Not only would you have
my men fight with weapons
that are not there,
but with weapons that
are not assembled!
We are well ahead of
schedule, Consul Tarant.
For Luther you would
be ahead of schedule!
Not for me.
Your security is almost on
a par with your efficiency.
Consul Tarant.
This is a restricted area.
You must leave immediately.
I know. I know,
I shouldn't be here,
but I couldn't resist it.
- Your arsenal is...
- Look, I have no time,
- so please...
- That magnification on that.
That's an 11 to five
parameter, isn't it?
Actually, 12 to five.
Oh.
That means a kill radius of...
A thousand yards.
Exactly.
How do you know so much
about our weapons?
Oh, I'm a scientist.
Er,weapows development
was my specialty.
Course, in my time
we never had anything
as sophisticated as this.
But,
we did have something
called a laser,
it concentrated light,
- through a ruby, actually...
- This uses crystals,
focuses the sun's energy.
And that's just
a hand model,
for anti-personnel use.
You know,
if you had a larger one...
Oh, we have larger.
Could take out
a whole mountain.
At least.
Oh, it's marvelous.
I love it.
Oh, I mean, the best
we had was a bomb,
based on a thermo-nuclear
principle.
I mean, it was capable
of wiping out entire cities,
it did so on a couple
of occasions.
And you had something to do
with the development of that?
I do not like to
take full credit.
I like to remember
the little people.
Well, you are different
from the others.
Well,
they are an
idealistic group.
I recognize, uh,
the realities of power.
And its usefulness
in the proper hands.
Yes. So few
understand that.
Mmm
Look, Argon,
and learn.
This man is
not even one of us,
yet he knows more about
our weapons than even you.
Many men know how to
make a weapon fire.
Few are brave enough
to enter the battle
and kill with it.
You're making my second
in command jealous.
- sOh... Oh...
- No, no, no. That's good.
It'll make him more alert.
Oh, look, um,
you must be
very busy, I'll...
No, no, no.
A man with your background
would appreciate this.
Come with me.
What's that?
I think I know.
I hope I'm wrong.
Come on.
The weapons
they will be using
can be adjusted to merely
stun the enemy for capture,
orto incinerate it.
Oh.
You've revived
the stun hunt.
If the corps is to
maintain its fettle,
it must occasionally
be bloodied.
Luther has forbidden it.
Lutheris gravely ill.
Luther will not be
with us much longer.
Do you think I don't
know you show the men
your contempt for Luther
by abusing his pet?
Why such emotion?
It'll be a small divertissement
for our guests.
The weapons will be
set only to stun.
The object is to see
how close they can
come to the target
without making a hit.
Can't do anything now.
Retract your order.
Cease!
- Is he still alive?
- Just barely,
I think, just barely.
The game is over.
Varian, somehow I've got
to help the poor thing.
I understand, Liana.
Somehow,
I've got to help him.
How can you treat a
living thing like that?
Now see here.
We are the guests
of the Consul.
I think it behooves us
to act accordingly.
That was the ugliest
thing I've ever seen.
And you're defending it?
It's not to the point
whether I defend it.
I should think that
a man of your learning
would understand the
necessity of such an exercise.
Necessity?
The torture of that being.
A necessity?
Speaking objectively,
for purposes of reinforcing
military discipline.
It was necessary,
and most useful.
Willaway?
Was I mistaken about you?
Oh, Consul...
You simply must
forgive my friends,
they simply do not understand
the requirements of
military command.
Yes The burdens are great,
but someone must
accept them.
From what I can see,
you were born to it.
Oh, Sil-L.
Where have you been?
He's found Olavah,
the Neffring,
in a cage below the city.
- I'm going to him.
- Please, be careful.
Okay.
Sil-L knows the way.
Nothing.
Nothing I can see.
You better start
giving some serious
thought your kind
of magic, partner.
- The sonic energizer?
- Right.
No, no, no.
It's too dangerous.
Yeah, well it's cure him
or kill him time.
And the bottom line
is we're down to it.
I mean, Lutheris
sinking fast and,
I'm just not doing much good.
He says his wounds
are healing,
and wants me to
thank Varian
for saving his life.
He thanks Varian?
Yes. You see, Scott,
because Olavah is
an intelligent being.
He understands
the idea of thanks,
and knows everything
we say.
But why is he so sad?
Cause he longs
for his family,
and his own kind.
He also grieves
for Luther,
who in his own way
was very nice to him.
Boy, I sure hope Varian
and Fred can help him.
Nikki said
that if his father dies,
Tarant's gonna take over.
Calm down, Olavah.
Shh... Calm down.
We re not gonna let
anyone hurt you now.
Stare at these slides
until I'm blind,
still come up with more
questions than answers.
The biggest question
of them all is,
why didn't we just leave
Willaway where we found him?
That turkey's always
talking about
finding a better world.
And then at
the first opportunity
he jumps on the side
of the guy with figure stick.
I know, this afternoon
I condemned him.
But, then I realized that,
Tarant contradicts everything
Willaway believes in.
So?
So... Just..
Maybe things just aren't
quite what they seem.
Yeah, well,
I hope you're right.
'Cause he's playing
around with our necks.
You said that
the zone to west,
that only rudimentary
people occupy the land.
Children.
A society of children.
Hmm.
They detest adults,
can you imagine?
And, uh, westward of that?
Oh... A peaceful lot,
no ambition whatsoever.
I lived among them for
a time.
Oh, I wouldn't
worry about them.
Oh, oh, oh,
and the zone before that?
Well, I only know
about them from what I was
told by my companions.
Inhabited by a most
advanced people.
A wondrous city
full of wondrous things.
That's how
they described it.
Hmm.
Wondrous?
Powerful, no doubt.
No...
The Atlantians are
a peaceful lot also.
I mean, you could
crush them like bugs.
When do you march?
What?
What a...
A strange thing to say.
Why...
You've been pumping me for
information about the other zones.
Now,
your interest isn't
entirely academic.
Well, it's wise to
gather intelligence about
any potential enemy.
We, uh...
Must maintain
a defensive capability.
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
Of course.
But, I haven't noticed any
of your corpsmen in the city.
The main body
of the corps is away,
on training exercises.
Your training fascinates me.
You do it in the mountains
or the lowlands or...
The exact location of
the corps is kept a secret.
Oh, of course.
All the better to, um,
maintain your
defensive capability?
You are an interesting man,
Willaway.
Thank you, sir.
You said you didn't
seek your own time,
like the others.
No.
I am seeking better.
My own time rejected me.
They called me a fool.
I am, um,
as you may say, uh...
Available for opportunity.
An ambitious man.
I like that.
Hey. Hey, hey,
look at this.
Did you find something?
I don't know, you tell me.
I have never examined
a moon man before,
and I sure have never
seen anything like this.
See, the cells are
acting erratically.
If I had to put a name
to it, I'd call it quimio,
or something like it anyway.
Only different, no?
See what I mean, something
is out of whack, and I
can't put my finger on it.
These leukocytes
are artificial.
These invading cells
aren't even his.
Well, that's
not possible, is it?
No. It's not.
There's no way he could
contract this disease.
And there's no way his
body could produce it.
Then how did he get it?
Murder.
Luther came down with the
sickness as we traveled to Earth.
After the medical officer
ordered a routine nutrient
injection for him.
The medical officer
was Tarant's brother.
You're accusing
Tarant of murder?
Tarant would do anything
to become Major Consul.
Tarant is a madman.
Possessed with
a dream of, uh,
of, uh, mad conquest.
The soldiers
believe Tarant,
because he tells them
he speaks for Luther.
He only awaits
Luther's death.
That's why
you have to help us.
Of course. We, we're doing
everything we can to help Luther.
- But beyond that...
- We raise one finger here
and Tarant can chop it off
with nobody to say boo.
You must understand
we're outsiders here.
We cannot and
we should not become
involved in these affairs.
I think you're
already involved.
The one called Willaway...
Oh, please.
Please.
Don t lump us in
the same bag with him.
You don't trust him?
What about Willaway?
He said that he would fing
the location of the armies
that Tarant is massing
for the attack.
Willaway said that?
In his manner
with Tarant today,
he made me believe
he lied to me.
How did Willaway say
he was going to do this?
Do you understand
"It takes a thief
to catch a thief?"
What... Willaway said that?
Lara, yes.
I think you can
trust Willaway.
You mean, Willaway
pretends to relate to Tarant,
just so that he can gain
the location of our corps?
That's exactly
what he's doing.
You see, if I can find
the whereabouts of the corps,
I... I can go to them
with Luther's word.
So all your hopes
are pinned on Willaway.
I cannot imagine Willaway
as a 007, superspy.
Your physicians have
discovered the nature
of Luther's illness.
That certainly
is good news.
Yes.
I thought you'd like to hear
about it in their own words.
Oh. Your word is
good enough for me.
I think this will
interest you.
I'm certainly
interested in it.
Luther came down
with the sickness as
we traveled to Earth.
After the medical
officer ordered...
Consul Lara.
I had hoped
she would be an ally,
even reign by my side.
...Tarant's brother.
She said the thought
turned her cold.
Perhaps soon she'll warm.
Of course. We, we're doing
everything we can to help Luther.
- But beyond that...
- We raise one finger here
and Tarant can chop it off
with nobody to say boo.
He made me
believe he lied to me.
How did Willaway say...
Politics. Oh.
Men of vision are so
often misunderstood.
You're accusing
Tarant of murder?
Tarant would do
anything to become
Major Consul.
Tarant is a madman.
Possessed with
a dream of, uh,
mad conquest.
We're outsiders here.
We cannot
and we should not, become
involved in these affairs.
I think
you're already involved.
The one called Willaway...
Oh, please. Please.
Don't lump us in
the same bag with him.
- You don't trust him?
- Who are these mad people?
What about Willaway?
He said that he would find out
the location of the armies
that Tarant is massing
for the attack.
Willaway said that?
Willaway pretends
to relate to Tarant,
just so that he can gain
the location of our corps?
- That's exactly what he's doing.
- Consul Tarant...
You see, if I can
find the whereabouts...
This is total fabrication.
I mean, anyone
who knows me well.
Now Tarant knows you well.
And knows who is loyal.
Ah...
Disloyalty all around me.
You would conspire
against me?
I will not wait for
Luther's death.
I will announce myself
as Major Consul today.
I will not wait
to begin the great march.
The corps will move today!
You are mad!
Mad?
Perhaps it will comfort you
to think so.
You're an ambitious man,
Willaway?
Well, here's your chance.
You shall become part of history.
The birth of the new order.
I shall mark the beginning
with a lesson...
A purge.
The traitors among us
will be extinguished.
And you...
and your co-conspirators
shall be the first.
Incarcerate him.
Then seize the others.
Oh.
On Consul Tarant's orders,
your squad will take
the others captive.
We obey.
How much longer
is it gonna be?
We re almost done.
Is my father
doing better?
He's accepting
this transfusion well.
That's hope enough
for now, Nikki.
Consul Tarant,
the strangers are not in their
quarters, or the laboratory.
Search the hospital.
Nikki and Lara will not
be far from Luther
and the strangers
will not be far from them.
This way...
Hurry.
Second platoon,
this way.
The corpsmen have taken
Willaway prisoner,
and are coming for us.
But, why?
What did we do?
It doesn't matter.
Tarant is making his move.
Well, we'd better
make our move, too.
Yeah, let's get to
Willaway and split.
Good luck, Nikki.
You're father s
gonna be better now.
I know And good luck
to you, my friend.
Join the others
in the search.
I want them.
All of them.
I have things to do.
Get me out of here!
Mmm.
I knew you'd wind up
like this someday.
Oh, did you now.
If, if it weren't for me
you'd all be in the stew.
The one we are in
ain't so great.
Never did I hear a man
complain so much.
Perfect.
Thank you.
Let's go.
Tarant...
Tarant is dead.
Yes.
But Luther lives!
Luther...
Luther!
Luther!
Luther! Luther! Luther!
I'm sorry I doubted you,
Jonathan.
Well, there have been times
when I doubted myself.
We owe you
a great deal.
Such debts are
hard to repay.
I think that that smile
that I saw on your face
when you were with Luther,
that was payment far
beyond what I deserve
No.
But thank you.
The next zone lies there.
I hope what you seek
is not far beyond.
Thank you.
Stay well and be happy.
- Bye, Nikki.
- Bye, Scott.
Thank you.
Good luck.
But, Varian,
I still don't understand.
I mean, why did
Tarant want war?
Well, Scott, some men have dreams
of conquests and the power.
But that's so dumb.
Aristophanes
said it best, Scott,
"Ah, the generals!
They are numerous,
"but not good for much."
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