The Outer Limits (1963–1965): Season 1, Episode 25 - The Mutant - full transcript
A scientist visits an isolated expedition on a planet plagued by radioactive dust storms. He discovers that one of the team has been mutated by the dust and gained telepathic powers, which he is using to tyrannize the rest of the colony.
Where's
Dr. Marshall?
I don't know.
He's probably in the lab.
When he gets ready to go,
I'll put
the component back
in the communications
system.
The moment
he contacts Earth,
I'll remove it.
If anyone speaks
one wrong word
during that moment...
What did... what did you do?
With the suit?
I put it away.
I put it in my locker.
Don't think it.
Block it out.
Don't think what,
Lieutenant?
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it.
I didn't write it. I didn't.
Where is it, Chandler?
What?
I didn't...
I wish it were dark.
I get so lonely for the night.
I can't dream.
It's an insane horror.
It... it seems wrong.
There should be a night.
The night's
suited for dreaming.
It's suited.
In his...
His suit... no.
Don't think it.
Block it.
Take it out
and destroy it.
There is nothing wrong
with your television set.
Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.
We are controlling
transmission.
We will control
the horizontal.
We will control
the vertical.
We can change the focus
to a soft blur
or sharpen it
to crystal clarity.
For the next hour,
sit quietly,
and we will control
all that you see and hear.
You are about to participate
in a great adventure.
You are about to experience
the awe and mystery
which reaches from
the inner mind to...
At this very moment,
our horizon is menaced
by 2 explosive forces,
both man-made.
One is a deadly wonder.
The other,
wondrously alive.
Both forces
have compelled man
to reach out for worlds
beyond his own...
New worlds,
where he may find peace
and room to grow.
This is the first
of those new worlds.
The united nations
of Earth have claimed it
and called it Anex One.
It is almost identical
to Earth,
except that
there is no night.
Sunlight is constant.
Early reports from
the small expeditionary team
stationed on Anex One
indicated that
the ancient planet
appeared to be suitable
for colonization
by Earth's overflowing
population.
But the most recent reports
have contained unspoken,
oddly-disturbing
undercurrents...
And the united space agency
has decided to investigate.
The man chosen,
Dr. Evan Marshall,
Psychiatrist.
Evan?
Hello, Julie.
Dr. Evan Marshall.
You look like
a bunch of celebrities
at a Sunday picnic.
I've seen your pictures,
but I can't tell you apart
in those, uh...
Uh, better
put these on,
Dr. Marshall.
The constant sun,
Doctor.
We must not come out
into it
without our glasses.
We've taken to keeping
them on at all times
to enforce the habit.
In a few days,
you'll begin to feel
like they're
a part of your person,
which is
the way we feel.
This is
Dr. Evan Marshall,
chief of
the psychiatric division
in our much-divided
space agency.
You've all heard
of him, I'm sure,
and some of us
have already met him.
Well, that was
way back on Earth.
We'll all start fresh
up here, won't we?
Dr. Reiner?
Dr. Marshall.
Lieutenant Chandler.
Doctor.
Professor La Costa.
Dr. Marshall.
And Mr. Fowler,
correct?
Correct.
Dark glasses
disguise no one.
And, uh, Grif?
Grif is... Grif is dead.
It was
a hideous accident.
It wasn't reported,
at least
not before I left Earth.
It only happened
a few days ago.
How many days ago,
Mr. Fowler?
Grif was
the mainspring up here,
Dr. Marshall.
The tick that held us
all together.
Without him, we're still
somewhat disoriented...
Temporarily, of course.
You see, it's rather
difficult to count days
when they're no nights.
It happened
day before yesterday,
just a few minutes
before 12:00 noon.
It, uh, couldn't have
been reported, anyway,
Dr. Marshall.
You see,
we have a problem
with our communications
system.
What kind of problem?
Well, uh...
What kind of a problem,
Lieutenant Chandler?
That is your department,
isn't it?
I was trying to think
of some way to explain it
in terms that a layman
might understand.
Can it be corrected?
Uh...
Yes, of course
it can be corrected.
Anything on Anex One
can be corrected,
Dr. Marshall.
Well,
I certainly hope so.
The mother ship
won't be back for me
until I send the word.
Well, now,
shall we step in
out of the sun?
You can't appreciate
how really
uncomfortable
it is, Dr. Marshall,
until you've
gotten in and out of it.
You can
have this room here.
I'll move in
with Dr. Reiner
while you're here.
It's a bit primitive,
but I'm afraid
that's what homesteads
in the new world
are supposed to be.
It looks fine.
Tell me, uh,
how does it feel
living pioneer style?
I mean,
emotionally, of course.
Oh, we were trained
to be unemotional.
Uh, correction.
Non-emotional.
I miss dreaming.
I never could
dream very much
in the daytime.
It's all
we have up here,
is sunny daytime.
I'll put this away.
You're probably anxious
to start
checking things out.
Thanks.
You knew
he was coming.
No.
Then Grif knew.
He told you.
Reese, I'm not in the habit
of lying to people.
But I'm not really
people anymore,
am I, Julia?
Which explains why
I especially
couldn't lie to you.
Therefore,
it's hopeless for me
to try to behave
like a person...
Morally, that is.
Reese, please go.
Do you know why
he came up here, Julia?
I think so.
Grif and I expected
someone would come.
It had nothing to do with you
or any of the others.
It concerned only Grif
and me and...
And you're
not having children.
Experimental animals
aren't supposed
to behave
like people, Julia.
Whatever made
your marriage loveless
wasn't supposed to
also make it childless.
I don't like being
like this, Julie...
Inhuman.
But this thing in...
rises in me
and blots out
all the decency
I used to feel.
It rises more often
and blots out
more and more.
Where's
Dr. Marshall?
I don't know.
He's probably in the lab.
When he gets ready to go,
I'll put
the component back
in the communications
system.
The moment
he contacts Earth,
I'll remove it.
If anyone speaks
one wrong word
during that moment...
What did... what did you do?
With the suit?
I put it away.
I put it in my locker.
Don't think it.
Block it out.
Don't think what,
Lieutenant?
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it.
I didn't write it. I didn't.
Where is it, Chandler?
What?
I didn't...
I wish it were dark.
I get so lonely for the night.
I can't dream.
It's an insane horror.
It... it seems wrong.
There should be a night.
The night's
suited for dreaming.
It's suited.
In his...
His suit... no.
Don't think it.
Block it.
Take it out
and destroy it.
I can read your
thoughts, Chandler.
You all should
know that by now.
No one can quiet
his thoughts.
It's impossible.
Even if I
hadn't found that
and Dr. Marshall
had,
I'd know about it.
I can hear
his thoughts.
I'll never
let him leave.
Now destroy it.
No, no.
Not that way.
Eat it.
Eat it.
I won't do it again, Reese.
I'm bound to be
alone with him again before...
No. No!
Be quiet.
Please.
No.
Don't.
Night.
It's only gonna be
like night.
A long night...
To dream in.
Reads like some
psychiatric reports
I've written.
All facts
and a yard long.
It should cover every
phase of the expedition
from the day we landed.
It should...
But it doesn't.
Some of my findings
are missing, Dr. Marshall.
I should say lack of findings.
I didn't
come up here
to check
on the possibility
of past
civilizations
on Anex One.
Excuse me.
I'm looking
for Lieutenant Chandler.
And Julie
would like for you
to call on her, Doctor.
She would?
Dr. Reiner,
my treatment.
For heaven's sake, Reese,
don't keep this up.
Haven't you
endangered him enough?
Don't go.
Perhaps we're
all doomed, Henry.
I a bit more
than the rest.
But Dr. Marshall
still has a chance
if Mr. Fowler
keeps his word.
A small one
to be sure,
but sometimes
they're
the greatest.
Can we have faith
in the word of a madman?
I'm not a madman,
Professor.
I'm a mutant.
Come with me, Mr. Fowler.
Same as it's always been,
isn't it, Evan?
Yes, very much.
We say a few small,
useless words,
and then...
Then we go quiet.
A man and a woman
shouldn't be afraid
of the quiet
that comes
between them, Julie.
I was never afraid
of the quiet.
Well,
what was it, Julie?
What frightened
you away?
When I ran away from you...
And I did run...
I always knew that someday,
somewhere, I'd...
I'd have to face you
and tell you why.
But not now, Evan.
You know why I've
come up here, Julie?
Yes, I think so.
To find out
why Grif and I...
Well...
After all, after 2 years,
the space agency's
entitled to an investigation.
Couples who are physically
and romantically sound
are expected to at least
begin a family in 2 years...
Especially
experimental couples.
You and Grif
were physically sound
when you left Earth.
Did anything happen?
Nothing happened.
Is that the answer?
When a girl
runs as fast as I did,
she's bound
to bump into someone,
and I... I bumped into Grif.
I'm afraid I didn't
take too good a look.
I was too busy
being helped up.
And then suddenly
we were here
on a new world,
and I had time to look.
And I respected what I saw,
but I didn't...
I couldn't...
When did
he find out, Julie?
That I didn't love him?
That you hadn't stopped
loving me, Julie.
Missing me.
I mean, the facts
of his death
are recorded perfectly
in the log, Julie.
Neatly and perfectly,
like the recipe
for accidental dying.
Was it an accident,
Julie,
or was it suicide?
Oh.
Oh, no.
No, Grif... Grif would
hate for anybody
to think that about him.
Was that it, Julie?
I mean, most suicides
are accidents, anyway.
Uh, when are you,
uh, leaving, Evan?
Um...
What is it, Julie?
When, uh, Grif found out
that I didn't...
That I didn't
love him...
We became friends.
A sound couple.
We were friends.
The space agency
will understand
Grif's kind of morality
and decency,
and that should be
explanation enough,
but it...
It makes me
feel very guilty.
And being
this close to you
makes me feel
unbearably guilty.
It's more than that.
Evan, please.
Please don't probe.
Please stop.
I was going
to knock. Honest.
You want to see Dr. Reiner?
I was looking for
Lieutenant Chandler.
Probably somewhere
daydreaming.
Julie?
Put your
glasses on, Doctor.
And don't wander too far
from the hut.
The only protection we
have against the rain,
which is due
within the half hour.
Does it rain that hard?
Evan!
Evan, hurry!
Evan!
Quick.
Don't ever let it
go again, Julie.
Not ever.
What's wrong, Julie?
Oh, Evan, not now.
Someday...
Someday when we meet
somewhere on Earth.
I wasn't referring to whatever
it is that is wrong between us
what were you
talking about, Evan?
What's wrong here?
You know, you're a man
of very sharp instincts,
and you're
terrifyingly perceptive.
Those are
rare qualities,
and they make you
a superior psychiatrist,
but you just
haven't learned
to live with them.
You let them probe
into every mood
and moment.
You investigate
every blink
and word and gesture.
You're just too
persistently analytical.
In a funny way,
you're a kind of...
A kind of 1984 man.
Stop watching life,
Evan.
Just... it'll
go on somehow.
It really is much bigger
than any Big Brother.
I'd like to talk
to you, Dr. Reiner.
Oh. Very well, Doctor.
Shall we go in here?
Oh, Julie.
Uh, come in.
Uh, it can wait,
Doctor. Thank you.
Very well.
So can our talk
of Professor
La Costa's cave.
I, uh,
I just realized
I haven't
had much sleep lately.
Julie, wait!
He knows about this.
Reese?
Dr. Marshall.
No. If he knows,
we'll have to tell him
why we come here,
and if he knows that...
He's our
only hope, Julie.
He may
get back to Earth.
Aah!
Doctor, help!
And he said...
Oh, he thought there was
no animal life here.
Come, Julie.
This place isn't safe
to use anymore.
There may be
other creatures,
other mutations.
Oh.
Will one of you
talk to me here?
Oh.
Yes, Dr. Marshall.
Here we can talk to you.
Professor La Costa and I
were hoping you'd follow.
Evan, we've been trying
to keep you safe.
Well, what happened
to Professor La Costa?
I saw him
come in here earlier.
He's dead.
Where's his body?
Oh, don't tell him
any more, please.
Please don't tell him.
Why not, Julie?
Because if you know,
he'll know.
He can hear your thoughts.
Reese Fowler.
He's become a mutant.
He was caught in the first
shower of R.I...
Radioisotope.
Oh, no, please
don't say any more.
Don't tell him
any more, please.
Confused thoughts
are more difficult
to conceal, Julie.
If he knows everything,
he may also know a way
to keep from
thinking about it.
We were in the hut
the first time
it showered.
Reese was outside.
Some sixth sense
warned Grif,
and he ordered us
to remain indoors.
Then the storm hit.
He fell, screamed,
tore at his eyes...
But Grif wouldn't let
any of us go to him.
Within the hour, he began
to mutate into what he is.
He's charged with trillions
of radioactive ions.
You've seen
how he keeps his distance.
He killed Grif?
Grif knew that Anex One
was useless
and we had to leave.
We had to leave
Reese behind,
otherwise he would have
contaminated the rest of us
in the limited confines
of the space capsule.
But Reese couldn't give up
the idea of being cured.
He killed
Professor La Costa?
No. That was
a mutated creature.
It caused the atoms of
La Costa's being to explode
the way Reese
killed Lieutenant Chandler.
He just
admitted it to me
as I was preparing
this latest
hopeless treatment
for him.
We became his prisoners.
He destroyed our spaceship,
and then he disabled
our communications.
He's got to get it
working again
if he wants me
to leave here.
He... he knows that.
He removed one
of the miniature components.
He probably intends
to replace it long enough...
Oh, he'll be standing
right over you.
You won't be able to signal.
No, that's not
what I was thinking.
Look, I...
I've got an idea.
Not a very promising
one, but...
Do you think
you could hypnotize me?
If you can be hypnotized.
I could be
made to forget
all I know about this.
He'd let me leave here
if he was convinced
I hadn't heard anything.
Well, but if you forget,
what good will it do?
Well, I'll only forget
till someone on Earth
keys recall
by using a certain word
or phrase.
Someone on Earth?
There must be a word
I'm certain
to hear on Earth.
But it must be a word
that you are
certain not to hear
before you leave here.
Hope?
I'm liable to hear that
word anywhere, Julie.
Even here.
But there must be something
someone will say to you.
Your associates
at the space agency.
Your friends.
Uh, a technical expression
or an official signal.
Reese.
Well, a person might
go through a whole day
without even
saying his own name,
unless he was
telephoned.
But you'll both
have to remember
not to mention his name
or call him.
When I make my verbal
report before the board,
they'll ask about each
one of you up here.
They'll ask by name.
Well, when you only
have straws to grasp at,
you grasp at straws.
Sit down, Doctor,
before the candle.
Now, I suggest
that you keep looking
at this gentle flame.
Keep looking at it.
It's all there is to see
in all the world,
and you can't
take your eyes from it.
You can't
even close your eyes,
even though
you can feel the weight
of your eyelids
and the longing
for sleep.
You'll
sleep a long time.
You'll sleep
until Julie says,
"Evan, wake up."
Until then,
you'll sleep.
I'm still a man,
a man with a mind, a name.
A man they call Fowler,
Reese Fowler.
I must remember that.
I must keep
saying it to myself,
to everyone.
I am a man named Reese.
I am a man named Reese.
Yes?
Fowler?
I'm still here.
Just a minute.
All right.
Uh, it seemed longer
this time.
I thought duration
might succeed
where volume failed.
Do you think
you'll be able to tell...
Aah! No!
The dark, it hurts.
Hurry. Aah.
All right?
Yes.
Yes, I'm all right.
No, don't.
Don't go, Doctor, please.
Please don't go.
It isn't safe for me
to be in such
confined quarters
with you, Reese.
I'm... if I'm
contaminated,
I can't be
of much help to you.
Why are you frightened
to say my name?
2 brothers are
we, great burdens we bear,
on which we are
bitterly pressed.
The truth is to say
we are full all the day
and empty
when we go to rest.
I used to know
every riddle known
to man, Dr. Reiner.
The answer to the one
you're using to block
out your thoughts...
A pair of shoes. 2.
I can understand
you being afraid of
my touch, but my name?
Why my name?
I must not say it.
I must not say it.
I must not say it.
You must not
say my name? Why?
Please tell me why.
Evan, wake up.
I can't see your face.
Which expression
are you wearing, Julie?
You say that
as if you know them all.
Well, don't I?
Would it be so terrible
if you didn't?
No. No,
not terrible at all.
It might be lovely
to look at you sometimes
without really
being able to see you.
That sounded
very unanalytical,
and also very male.
Come on, it's time
to get in out of our, uh,
our rain.
It's all there is
to see.
You cannot
take your eyes from it.
The gentle flame,
the weight
of your eyelids.
You will sleep.
You will sleep.
You will sleep
and forget all you know
about the horror here.
You must remember
not to mention his name.
Posthypnotic,
someone on Earth
will ask for him
at the space agency.
You'll tell the horror.
The horror.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Slee...
Julie, wait.
Where have we been?
Well, come on.
It comes quickly.
We'd better get inside.
Someplace dark.
Evan, there are
no dark places on Anex One,
or are you speaking
metaphorically?
I could be,
but I'm not.
Maybe you were dreaming
when I stumbled upon you
in the forest.
My, that has a fairy tale
ring to it, hasn't it?
My habit of being
persistently analytical
is not nearly
as off-putting
as your displaced sense
of humor, Julie.
Evan?
What is it?
The door,
it's locked or stuck.
Who is it, please?
Let us in.
Well, then, ask me to.
Open the door, Fowler.
Fowler?
How impersonal, and without
a "Mister" before it.
It's slightly derogatory,
don't you think?
Please open the door,
Mr. Fowler.
Please, the rain!
Oh, it hasn't started
to rain yet, has it?
We'd better find
a place to hide.
Yes. If we run,
we can...
Oh, wait.
The Doctor. Doctor?
Dr. Reiner?
Doctor?
Say, "Please open the door,
Mr. Fowler."
No. No, ask it as you
would ask it of a friend,
a friend you call
by his Christian name.
You do remember
my Christian name,
don't you, Julie?
What's he getting at?
Say it. Say my name.
Come on, this way.
Say my name!
I'm a man
named Reese Fowler!
Dr. Marshall.
We may be here
a long time, Julie.
We may even die here.
On, no.
He... he won't kill us.
He needs us.
He doesn't... he doesn't
want to be alone.
The part of him that's human
doesn't want to be alone.
That part
may not last much longer.
Come out!
Julie?
Dr. Marshall?!
Come out.
I won't harm you.
I need you.
Dr. Reiner's dead.
I didn't kill him.
He fell.
Believe me.
I wouldn't kill the only
man that could help me.
I won't kill you.
Dr. Marshall,
please believe me.
You locked us out!
You wanted us
to be contaminated.
I couldn't help that.
Sometimes it's so easy
to forget that part of
me that's still human.
Will you help me?
Let us return to Earth.
They'll send help.
They can do more than...
This planet
is useless, Dr. Marshall!
The experiment has failed!
They'll write it off!
The taxpayers,
they'll write it off.
I'll be awarded some kind
of medal posthumously.
Let you go, both of you?
I'm a mutant, Doctor,
not a madman.
Come out!
Come out!
Forgive me, Evan?
You know, running away
is... is a bad thing.
You run away from one
unsatisfactory world,
and... and you bump
right into another one.
You usually bounce back.
The pain is...
I can't stand it.
Aah!
The forces of violence
and the forces of nature
compel man to reach out
toward new horizons,
where peace and sanity
may flourish,
where there is room to grow.
But before we run,
should we not first
make certain
that we have done
all that can be done here
to end madness,
quiet the disturbers
of peace,
and make room for those who
need so little to grow in?
We now return control
of your television set
to you
until next week
at this same time,
when the control voice
will take you to...
Dr. Marshall?
I don't know.
He's probably in the lab.
When he gets ready to go,
I'll put
the component back
in the communications
system.
The moment
he contacts Earth,
I'll remove it.
If anyone speaks
one wrong word
during that moment...
What did... what did you do?
With the suit?
I put it away.
I put it in my locker.
Don't think it.
Block it out.
Don't think what,
Lieutenant?
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it.
I didn't write it. I didn't.
Where is it, Chandler?
What?
I didn't...
I wish it were dark.
I get so lonely for the night.
I can't dream.
It's an insane horror.
It... it seems wrong.
There should be a night.
The night's
suited for dreaming.
It's suited.
In his...
His suit... no.
Don't think it.
Block it.
Take it out
and destroy it.
There is nothing wrong
with your television set.
Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.
We are controlling
transmission.
We will control
the horizontal.
We will control
the vertical.
We can change the focus
to a soft blur
or sharpen it
to crystal clarity.
For the next hour,
sit quietly,
and we will control
all that you see and hear.
You are about to participate
in a great adventure.
You are about to experience
the awe and mystery
which reaches from
the inner mind to...
At this very moment,
our horizon is menaced
by 2 explosive forces,
both man-made.
One is a deadly wonder.
The other,
wondrously alive.
Both forces
have compelled man
to reach out for worlds
beyond his own...
New worlds,
where he may find peace
and room to grow.
This is the first
of those new worlds.
The united nations
of Earth have claimed it
and called it Anex One.
It is almost identical
to Earth,
except that
there is no night.
Sunlight is constant.
Early reports from
the small expeditionary team
stationed on Anex One
indicated that
the ancient planet
appeared to be suitable
for colonization
by Earth's overflowing
population.
But the most recent reports
have contained unspoken,
oddly-disturbing
undercurrents...
And the united space agency
has decided to investigate.
The man chosen,
Dr. Evan Marshall,
Psychiatrist.
Evan?
Hello, Julie.
Dr. Evan Marshall.
You look like
a bunch of celebrities
at a Sunday picnic.
I've seen your pictures,
but I can't tell you apart
in those, uh...
Uh, better
put these on,
Dr. Marshall.
The constant sun,
Doctor.
We must not come out
into it
without our glasses.
We've taken to keeping
them on at all times
to enforce the habit.
In a few days,
you'll begin to feel
like they're
a part of your person,
which is
the way we feel.
This is
Dr. Evan Marshall,
chief of
the psychiatric division
in our much-divided
space agency.
You've all heard
of him, I'm sure,
and some of us
have already met him.
Well, that was
way back on Earth.
We'll all start fresh
up here, won't we?
Dr. Reiner?
Dr. Marshall.
Lieutenant Chandler.
Doctor.
Professor La Costa.
Dr. Marshall.
And Mr. Fowler,
correct?
Correct.
Dark glasses
disguise no one.
And, uh, Grif?
Grif is... Grif is dead.
It was
a hideous accident.
It wasn't reported,
at least
not before I left Earth.
It only happened
a few days ago.
How many days ago,
Mr. Fowler?
Grif was
the mainspring up here,
Dr. Marshall.
The tick that held us
all together.
Without him, we're still
somewhat disoriented...
Temporarily, of course.
You see, it's rather
difficult to count days
when they're no nights.
It happened
day before yesterday,
just a few minutes
before 12:00 noon.
It, uh, couldn't have
been reported, anyway,
Dr. Marshall.
You see,
we have a problem
with our communications
system.
What kind of problem?
Well, uh...
What kind of a problem,
Lieutenant Chandler?
That is your department,
isn't it?
I was trying to think
of some way to explain it
in terms that a layman
might understand.
Can it be corrected?
Uh...
Yes, of course
it can be corrected.
Anything on Anex One
can be corrected,
Dr. Marshall.
Well,
I certainly hope so.
The mother ship
won't be back for me
until I send the word.
Well, now,
shall we step in
out of the sun?
You can't appreciate
how really
uncomfortable
it is, Dr. Marshall,
until you've
gotten in and out of it.
You can
have this room here.
I'll move in
with Dr. Reiner
while you're here.
It's a bit primitive,
but I'm afraid
that's what homesteads
in the new world
are supposed to be.
It looks fine.
Tell me, uh,
how does it feel
living pioneer style?
I mean,
emotionally, of course.
Oh, we were trained
to be unemotional.
Uh, correction.
Non-emotional.
I miss dreaming.
I never could
dream very much
in the daytime.
It's all
we have up here,
is sunny daytime.
I'll put this away.
You're probably anxious
to start
checking things out.
Thanks.
You knew
he was coming.
No.
Then Grif knew.
He told you.
Reese, I'm not in the habit
of lying to people.
But I'm not really
people anymore,
am I, Julia?
Which explains why
I especially
couldn't lie to you.
Therefore,
it's hopeless for me
to try to behave
like a person...
Morally, that is.
Reese, please go.
Do you know why
he came up here, Julia?
I think so.
Grif and I expected
someone would come.
It had nothing to do with you
or any of the others.
It concerned only Grif
and me and...
And you're
not having children.
Experimental animals
aren't supposed
to behave
like people, Julia.
Whatever made
your marriage loveless
wasn't supposed to
also make it childless.
I don't like being
like this, Julie...
Inhuman.
But this thing in...
rises in me
and blots out
all the decency
I used to feel.
It rises more often
and blots out
more and more.
Where's
Dr. Marshall?
I don't know.
He's probably in the lab.
When he gets ready to go,
I'll put
the component back
in the communications
system.
The moment
he contacts Earth,
I'll remove it.
If anyone speaks
one wrong word
during that moment...
What did... what did you do?
With the suit?
I put it away.
I put it in my locker.
Don't think it.
Block it out.
Don't think what,
Lieutenant?
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it. Block it.
Block it.
I didn't write it. I didn't.
Where is it, Chandler?
What?
I didn't...
I wish it were dark.
I get so lonely for the night.
I can't dream.
It's an insane horror.
It... it seems wrong.
There should be a night.
The night's
suited for dreaming.
It's suited.
In his...
His suit... no.
Don't think it.
Block it.
Take it out
and destroy it.
I can read your
thoughts, Chandler.
You all should
know that by now.
No one can quiet
his thoughts.
It's impossible.
Even if I
hadn't found that
and Dr. Marshall
had,
I'd know about it.
I can hear
his thoughts.
I'll never
let him leave.
Now destroy it.
No, no.
Not that way.
Eat it.
Eat it.
I won't do it again, Reese.
I'm bound to be
alone with him again before...
No. No!
Be quiet.
Please.
No.
Don't.
Night.
It's only gonna be
like night.
A long night...
To dream in.
Reads like some
psychiatric reports
I've written.
All facts
and a yard long.
It should cover every
phase of the expedition
from the day we landed.
It should...
But it doesn't.
Some of my findings
are missing, Dr. Marshall.
I should say lack of findings.
I didn't
come up here
to check
on the possibility
of past
civilizations
on Anex One.
Excuse me.
I'm looking
for Lieutenant Chandler.
And Julie
would like for you
to call on her, Doctor.
She would?
Dr. Reiner,
my treatment.
For heaven's sake, Reese,
don't keep this up.
Haven't you
endangered him enough?
Don't go.
Perhaps we're
all doomed, Henry.
I a bit more
than the rest.
But Dr. Marshall
still has a chance
if Mr. Fowler
keeps his word.
A small one
to be sure,
but sometimes
they're
the greatest.
Can we have faith
in the word of a madman?
I'm not a madman,
Professor.
I'm a mutant.
Come with me, Mr. Fowler.
Same as it's always been,
isn't it, Evan?
Yes, very much.
We say a few small,
useless words,
and then...
Then we go quiet.
A man and a woman
shouldn't be afraid
of the quiet
that comes
between them, Julie.
I was never afraid
of the quiet.
Well,
what was it, Julie?
What frightened
you away?
When I ran away from you...
And I did run...
I always knew that someday,
somewhere, I'd...
I'd have to face you
and tell you why.
But not now, Evan.
You know why I've
come up here, Julie?
Yes, I think so.
To find out
why Grif and I...
Well...
After all, after 2 years,
the space agency's
entitled to an investigation.
Couples who are physically
and romantically sound
are expected to at least
begin a family in 2 years...
Especially
experimental couples.
You and Grif
were physically sound
when you left Earth.
Did anything happen?
Nothing happened.
Is that the answer?
When a girl
runs as fast as I did,
she's bound
to bump into someone,
and I... I bumped into Grif.
I'm afraid I didn't
take too good a look.
I was too busy
being helped up.
And then suddenly
we were here
on a new world,
and I had time to look.
And I respected what I saw,
but I didn't...
I couldn't...
When did
he find out, Julie?
That I didn't love him?
That you hadn't stopped
loving me, Julie.
Missing me.
I mean, the facts
of his death
are recorded perfectly
in the log, Julie.
Neatly and perfectly,
like the recipe
for accidental dying.
Was it an accident,
Julie,
or was it suicide?
Oh.
Oh, no.
No, Grif... Grif would
hate for anybody
to think that about him.
Was that it, Julie?
I mean, most suicides
are accidents, anyway.
Uh, when are you,
uh, leaving, Evan?
Um...
What is it, Julie?
When, uh, Grif found out
that I didn't...
That I didn't
love him...
We became friends.
A sound couple.
We were friends.
The space agency
will understand
Grif's kind of morality
and decency,
and that should be
explanation enough,
but it...
It makes me
feel very guilty.
And being
this close to you
makes me feel
unbearably guilty.
It's more than that.
Evan, please.
Please don't probe.
Please stop.
I was going
to knock. Honest.
You want to see Dr. Reiner?
I was looking for
Lieutenant Chandler.
Probably somewhere
daydreaming.
Julie?
Put your
glasses on, Doctor.
And don't wander too far
from the hut.
The only protection we
have against the rain,
which is due
within the half hour.
Does it rain that hard?
Evan!
Evan, hurry!
Evan!
Quick.
Don't ever let it
go again, Julie.
Not ever.
What's wrong, Julie?
Oh, Evan, not now.
Someday...
Someday when we meet
somewhere on Earth.
I wasn't referring to whatever
it is that is wrong between us
what were you
talking about, Evan?
What's wrong here?
You know, you're a man
of very sharp instincts,
and you're
terrifyingly perceptive.
Those are
rare qualities,
and they make you
a superior psychiatrist,
but you just
haven't learned
to live with them.
You let them probe
into every mood
and moment.
You investigate
every blink
and word and gesture.
You're just too
persistently analytical.
In a funny way,
you're a kind of...
A kind of 1984 man.
Stop watching life,
Evan.
Just... it'll
go on somehow.
It really is much bigger
than any Big Brother.
I'd like to talk
to you, Dr. Reiner.
Oh. Very well, Doctor.
Shall we go in here?
Oh, Julie.
Uh, come in.
Uh, it can wait,
Doctor. Thank you.
Very well.
So can our talk
of Professor
La Costa's cave.
I, uh,
I just realized
I haven't
had much sleep lately.
Julie, wait!
He knows about this.
Reese?
Dr. Marshall.
No. If he knows,
we'll have to tell him
why we come here,
and if he knows that...
He's our
only hope, Julie.
He may
get back to Earth.
Aah!
Doctor, help!
And he said...
Oh, he thought there was
no animal life here.
Come, Julie.
This place isn't safe
to use anymore.
There may be
other creatures,
other mutations.
Oh.
Will one of you
talk to me here?
Oh.
Yes, Dr. Marshall.
Here we can talk to you.
Professor La Costa and I
were hoping you'd follow.
Evan, we've been trying
to keep you safe.
Well, what happened
to Professor La Costa?
I saw him
come in here earlier.
He's dead.
Where's his body?
Oh, don't tell him
any more, please.
Please don't tell him.
Why not, Julie?
Because if you know,
he'll know.
He can hear your thoughts.
Reese Fowler.
He's become a mutant.
He was caught in the first
shower of R.I...
Radioisotope.
Oh, no, please
don't say any more.
Don't tell him
any more, please.
Confused thoughts
are more difficult
to conceal, Julie.
If he knows everything,
he may also know a way
to keep from
thinking about it.
We were in the hut
the first time
it showered.
Reese was outside.
Some sixth sense
warned Grif,
and he ordered us
to remain indoors.
Then the storm hit.
He fell, screamed,
tore at his eyes...
But Grif wouldn't let
any of us go to him.
Within the hour, he began
to mutate into what he is.
He's charged with trillions
of radioactive ions.
You've seen
how he keeps his distance.
He killed Grif?
Grif knew that Anex One
was useless
and we had to leave.
We had to leave
Reese behind,
otherwise he would have
contaminated the rest of us
in the limited confines
of the space capsule.
But Reese couldn't give up
the idea of being cured.
He killed
Professor La Costa?
No. That was
a mutated creature.
It caused the atoms of
La Costa's being to explode
the way Reese
killed Lieutenant Chandler.
He just
admitted it to me
as I was preparing
this latest
hopeless treatment
for him.
We became his prisoners.
He destroyed our spaceship,
and then he disabled
our communications.
He's got to get it
working again
if he wants me
to leave here.
He... he knows that.
He removed one
of the miniature components.
He probably intends
to replace it long enough...
Oh, he'll be standing
right over you.
You won't be able to signal.
No, that's not
what I was thinking.
Look, I...
I've got an idea.
Not a very promising
one, but...
Do you think
you could hypnotize me?
If you can be hypnotized.
I could be
made to forget
all I know about this.
He'd let me leave here
if he was convinced
I hadn't heard anything.
Well, but if you forget,
what good will it do?
Well, I'll only forget
till someone on Earth
keys recall
by using a certain word
or phrase.
Someone on Earth?
There must be a word
I'm certain
to hear on Earth.
But it must be a word
that you are
certain not to hear
before you leave here.
Hope?
I'm liable to hear that
word anywhere, Julie.
Even here.
But there must be something
someone will say to you.
Your associates
at the space agency.
Your friends.
Uh, a technical expression
or an official signal.
Reese.
Well, a person might
go through a whole day
without even
saying his own name,
unless he was
telephoned.
But you'll both
have to remember
not to mention his name
or call him.
When I make my verbal
report before the board,
they'll ask about each
one of you up here.
They'll ask by name.
Well, when you only
have straws to grasp at,
you grasp at straws.
Sit down, Doctor,
before the candle.
Now, I suggest
that you keep looking
at this gentle flame.
Keep looking at it.
It's all there is to see
in all the world,
and you can't
take your eyes from it.
You can't
even close your eyes,
even though
you can feel the weight
of your eyelids
and the longing
for sleep.
You'll
sleep a long time.
You'll sleep
until Julie says,
"Evan, wake up."
Until then,
you'll sleep.
I'm still a man,
a man with a mind, a name.
A man they call Fowler,
Reese Fowler.
I must remember that.
I must keep
saying it to myself,
to everyone.
I am a man named Reese.
I am a man named Reese.
Yes?
Fowler?
I'm still here.
Just a minute.
All right.
Uh, it seemed longer
this time.
I thought duration
might succeed
where volume failed.
Do you think
you'll be able to tell...
Aah! No!
The dark, it hurts.
Hurry. Aah.
All right?
Yes.
Yes, I'm all right.
No, don't.
Don't go, Doctor, please.
Please don't go.
It isn't safe for me
to be in such
confined quarters
with you, Reese.
I'm... if I'm
contaminated,
I can't be
of much help to you.
Why are you frightened
to say my name?
2 brothers are
we, great burdens we bear,
on which we are
bitterly pressed.
The truth is to say
we are full all the day
and empty
when we go to rest.
I used to know
every riddle known
to man, Dr. Reiner.
The answer to the one
you're using to block
out your thoughts...
A pair of shoes. 2.
I can understand
you being afraid of
my touch, but my name?
Why my name?
I must not say it.
I must not say it.
I must not say it.
You must not
say my name? Why?
Please tell me why.
Evan, wake up.
I can't see your face.
Which expression
are you wearing, Julie?
You say that
as if you know them all.
Well, don't I?
Would it be so terrible
if you didn't?
No. No,
not terrible at all.
It might be lovely
to look at you sometimes
without really
being able to see you.
That sounded
very unanalytical,
and also very male.
Come on, it's time
to get in out of our, uh,
our rain.
It's all there is
to see.
You cannot
take your eyes from it.
The gentle flame,
the weight
of your eyelids.
You will sleep.
You will sleep.
You will sleep
and forget all you know
about the horror here.
You must remember
not to mention his name.
Posthypnotic,
someone on Earth
will ask for him
at the space agency.
You'll tell the horror.
The horror.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Slee...
Julie, wait.
Where have we been?
Well, come on.
It comes quickly.
We'd better get inside.
Someplace dark.
Evan, there are
no dark places on Anex One,
or are you speaking
metaphorically?
I could be,
but I'm not.
Maybe you were dreaming
when I stumbled upon you
in the forest.
My, that has a fairy tale
ring to it, hasn't it?
My habit of being
persistently analytical
is not nearly
as off-putting
as your displaced sense
of humor, Julie.
Evan?
What is it?
The door,
it's locked or stuck.
Who is it, please?
Let us in.
Well, then, ask me to.
Open the door, Fowler.
Fowler?
How impersonal, and without
a "Mister" before it.
It's slightly derogatory,
don't you think?
Please open the door,
Mr. Fowler.
Please, the rain!
Oh, it hasn't started
to rain yet, has it?
We'd better find
a place to hide.
Yes. If we run,
we can...
Oh, wait.
The Doctor. Doctor?
Dr. Reiner?
Doctor?
Say, "Please open the door,
Mr. Fowler."
No. No, ask it as you
would ask it of a friend,
a friend you call
by his Christian name.
You do remember
my Christian name,
don't you, Julie?
What's he getting at?
Say it. Say my name.
Come on, this way.
Say my name!
I'm a man
named Reese Fowler!
Dr. Marshall.
We may be here
a long time, Julie.
We may even die here.
On, no.
He... he won't kill us.
He needs us.
He doesn't... he doesn't
want to be alone.
The part of him that's human
doesn't want to be alone.
That part
may not last much longer.
Come out!
Julie?
Dr. Marshall?!
Come out.
I won't harm you.
I need you.
Dr. Reiner's dead.
I didn't kill him.
He fell.
Believe me.
I wouldn't kill the only
man that could help me.
I won't kill you.
Dr. Marshall,
please believe me.
You locked us out!
You wanted us
to be contaminated.
I couldn't help that.
Sometimes it's so easy
to forget that part of
me that's still human.
Will you help me?
Let us return to Earth.
They'll send help.
They can do more than...
This planet
is useless, Dr. Marshall!
The experiment has failed!
They'll write it off!
The taxpayers,
they'll write it off.
I'll be awarded some kind
of medal posthumously.
Let you go, both of you?
I'm a mutant, Doctor,
not a madman.
Come out!
Come out!
Forgive me, Evan?
You know, running away
is... is a bad thing.
You run away from one
unsatisfactory world,
and... and you bump
right into another one.
You usually bounce back.
The pain is...
I can't stand it.
Aah!
The forces of violence
and the forces of nature
compel man to reach out
toward new horizons,
where peace and sanity
may flourish,
where there is room to grow.
But before we run,
should we not first
make certain
that we have done
all that can be done here
to end madness,
quiet the disturbers
of peace,
and make room for those who
need so little to grow in?
We now return control
of your television set
to you
until next week
at this same time,
when the control voice
will take you to...