The Ray Bradbury Theater (1985–1992): Season 6, Episode 6 - The Long Rain - full transcript
When a spaceship crash lands on a world where it never stops raining, the survivors try to reach the Sundome that has been erected on the planet.
RAY BRADBURY: People ask,
where do you get your ideas?
Well, right here.
All of this is my
magician's toy shop.
I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is--
[inaudible].
When?
Any luck, commander?
Yeah.
The fire got the
helmets, Simmons.
We'll need these.
They said it would be rainy.
We forgot our umbrellas.
How fares the sun dome, sir?
Just gonna ask Christopher.
Aye, Columbus?
St. Christopher.
Patron saint of
travelers, Cooper.
That's right, Simmons.
Science with a human face.
I've got us, and I've
got the sun dome.
8 miles, 560 yards.
Precision landing, huh?
We're lucky to
be alive, Boltz.
Bulls
Great.
It should take us eight hours.
A mile an hour.
Yeah, if we're lucky.
We'll make our luck, kid.
There's our path.
If we veer off
course, the red line
will warn us by turning white.
Let's go.
What the hell?
No one told us it
was gonna be like this!
How could they?
No jungles.
No rain.
Yeah.
Even when there was rain back on
Earth, it was never like this!
An inch an hour.
Forever!
And we want to
colonize this puddle?
We may have no choice, Boltz.
Fry on Earth, drown
on the planet Chileos.
Pick your poison.
He's right, commander.
The manual would say
we couldn't make it.
Well then, Simmons,
we're just going to have
to try a little rewrite.
COMPUTER: 7 miles, 300 yards.
7 hours, 10 minutes to sun dome.
Always thought they
knew something we didn't.
Waht?
The guys who
designed the sun dome.
Remote landings.
No engineering crew.
I guess they knew it was
no place for humans, huh?
You're a human, Simmons?
We should have [inaudible].
You heard Commander Trask.
The jungle handles the
funeral arrangements.
No flowers, please.
COMPUTER: 5 miles, 900 yards.
5 hours, 36 minutes to sun dome.
How long has it been
raining here, anyway?
10 million years.
Give or take a million.
Boy, can't wait for
that sun dome, sir.
Food, drink, clothes.
Sleep.
And the life boat.
Sure was good of them to
leave the safety rocket.
Must have known you
were navigating, Cooper.
Are you sure we're
going to find it, sir?
I'm sure.
Or are you lying
to keep us happy?
I'm lying to keep you happy.
Shut up.
COMPUTER: 3 miles, 400 yards.
3 hours, 16 minutes to Sun Dome.
1 mile, 1,500 yards, 1 hour,
52 minutes to Sun Dome.
You think Christopher
could shut up, commander?
Yeah.
I can't stand it.
Yards, miles, hours.
Approved?
Yes, sir!
Then let's go.
You ever been in
ran before, sir?
Back home?
What, are you kidding, Cooper?
I was raised in San Diego.
We haven't seen rain
back there in 50 years.
Well, we had a shower once.
I can remember I was,
oh, about 12, in Sydney.
I can remember thinking
how great the rain
felt on my skin, and my hair.
It was great.
Shut up, Cooper!
What the hell?
St. Elmo's Fire.
It's radioactive!
This whole place is radioactive.
Radioactive?
Boltz!
Try to remember you're
a scientist, dammit.
St. Elmo's Fire.
Electricity.
Yeah.
Ancient travelers
thought it was a sign.
A sign their saint was
watching over them.
Ain't no saint
watching over us.
Including Christopher.
All right, that's
enough of that.
Come on, let's go.
There it is.
Look.
Look!
The sun dome!
We made it!
Hey!
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
We did it!
- Come on!
The sun dome!
Yes!
Let me at it!
It can't be!
We're back where we started.
Well, like you
said, commander--
no need to bury them.
Look.
Let's go.
What's the use?
Your damn computer led us here!
It won't work!
Boltz!
You crawl down there
and pick it up!
[thunder]
Down!
Get down!
Everybody, flat out!
Heads down!
[thunder]
[shouting]
Cooper!
Cooper!
No!
Cooper!
[screaming]
No!
Cooper!
Cooper!
He shouldn't have panicked.
Oh, lord, another burial.
Come on.
Not me.
Boltz!
I'm tired.
I think I'll just go in there.
And never come out?
Just to get some shut eye.
Commander Trask-- sir--
you don't understand.
The rain!
Hear this-- that is a tomb!
That is a grave!
You want that?
I wouldn't mind.
Go.
Heavy rain.
They have up to 1,000
drops per cubic meter.
Hey, top of the class, Boltz.
Hell-- when I was a kid--
my favorite story was
Chinese water torture.
Tie a guy up, and
drop one drop--
drop, drop, drop-- on his head.
On his brow.
Slow.
slow!
One drop at a time!
Boltz!
Sun dome, dammit!
Say that!
Sun dome!
Sun dome!
And safety ship!
Say that!
Safety ship!
Sun dome!
Safety ship!
Safety ship!
Come on!
Come on!
[grunting]
No!
Die!
No!
Die!
- Get up!
- Die!
- Come on!
Boltz, get up!
It's not far!
Get up!
It's far!
Tired!
Get up!
Tired!
Come on!
1, 2--
[shouting]
[thunder]
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
[gun clicking]
Oh-- I'm going there
for a third time.
Boltz!
Boltz!
It's all right.
Take a deep breath.
Die.
He won't get up!
We can't leave him here!
If we try to carry
him, we'll all drown!
He's drowning now!
He'll stay here--
breathe the water!
Boltz!
Boltz!
He can't even hear you.
No.
It's his decision.
Leave him.
Another burial at sea.
Which way?
Forward!
Keep moving!
Dawn's the only compass.
Hey.
Hey.
It's no good.
One more hour, Simmons.
The direction of the light.
I know we're going in
the right direction!
I don't think so.
But even if we
are, the sun dome's
probably got holes in the roof.
I want out.
Give it a few more minutes.
Believe!
You go on ahead.
I'll wait here.
You can't do that.
I'm tired!
We're not going to make it!
Get on your feet, lieutenant.
So long, John.
I've got a gun here
that says I'm staying.
I'm not crazy yet, but
I'm the next thing to it.
I don't want to
go out like Boltz!
You go ahead and find
your sun dome, commander.
Go on!
You'll know your time.
I've found mine.
As Mr. Twain said,
nobody gets out alive.
[laughter]
It's my decision.
Simmons!
Simmons!
No!
[gunshot]
[grunting]
No.
No!
No, Simmons!
Not me!
Not me, Simmons!
[laughter]
[groaning]
All safety ship
systems are go.
I'll lift off after the
authorized 24 hour rest period.
From the long rain, to
the never ending sun.
Over and out.
[water pouring]
No!
[mechanical whirring]
[mechanical whirring]
It's still raining, guys.
But it can't get in.
It can't get in.
[music playing]
where do you get your ideas?
Well, right here.
All of this is my
magician's toy shop.
I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is--
[inaudible].
When?
Any luck, commander?
Yeah.
The fire got the
helmets, Simmons.
We'll need these.
They said it would be rainy.
We forgot our umbrellas.
How fares the sun dome, sir?
Just gonna ask Christopher.
Aye, Columbus?
St. Christopher.
Patron saint of
travelers, Cooper.
That's right, Simmons.
Science with a human face.
I've got us, and I've
got the sun dome.
8 miles, 560 yards.
Precision landing, huh?
We're lucky to
be alive, Boltz.
Bulls
Great.
It should take us eight hours.
A mile an hour.
Yeah, if we're lucky.
We'll make our luck, kid.
There's our path.
If we veer off
course, the red line
will warn us by turning white.
Let's go.
What the hell?
No one told us it
was gonna be like this!
How could they?
No jungles.
No rain.
Yeah.
Even when there was rain back on
Earth, it was never like this!
An inch an hour.
Forever!
And we want to
colonize this puddle?
We may have no choice, Boltz.
Fry on Earth, drown
on the planet Chileos.
Pick your poison.
He's right, commander.
The manual would say
we couldn't make it.
Well then, Simmons,
we're just going to have
to try a little rewrite.
COMPUTER: 7 miles, 300 yards.
7 hours, 10 minutes to sun dome.
Always thought they
knew something we didn't.
Waht?
The guys who
designed the sun dome.
Remote landings.
No engineering crew.
I guess they knew it was
no place for humans, huh?
You're a human, Simmons?
We should have [inaudible].
You heard Commander Trask.
The jungle handles the
funeral arrangements.
No flowers, please.
COMPUTER: 5 miles, 900 yards.
5 hours, 36 minutes to sun dome.
How long has it been
raining here, anyway?
10 million years.
Give or take a million.
Boy, can't wait for
that sun dome, sir.
Food, drink, clothes.
Sleep.
And the life boat.
Sure was good of them to
leave the safety rocket.
Must have known you
were navigating, Cooper.
Are you sure we're
going to find it, sir?
I'm sure.
Or are you lying
to keep us happy?
I'm lying to keep you happy.
Shut up.
COMPUTER: 3 miles, 400 yards.
3 hours, 16 minutes to Sun Dome.
1 mile, 1,500 yards, 1 hour,
52 minutes to Sun Dome.
You think Christopher
could shut up, commander?
Yeah.
I can't stand it.
Yards, miles, hours.
Approved?
Yes, sir!
Then let's go.
You ever been in
ran before, sir?
Back home?
What, are you kidding, Cooper?
I was raised in San Diego.
We haven't seen rain
back there in 50 years.
Well, we had a shower once.
I can remember I was,
oh, about 12, in Sydney.
I can remember thinking
how great the rain
felt on my skin, and my hair.
It was great.
Shut up, Cooper!
What the hell?
St. Elmo's Fire.
It's radioactive!
This whole place is radioactive.
Radioactive?
Boltz!
Try to remember you're
a scientist, dammit.
St. Elmo's Fire.
Electricity.
Yeah.
Ancient travelers
thought it was a sign.
A sign their saint was
watching over them.
Ain't no saint
watching over us.
Including Christopher.
All right, that's
enough of that.
Come on, let's go.
There it is.
Look.
Look!
The sun dome!
We made it!
Hey!
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
We did it!
- Come on!
The sun dome!
Yes!
Let me at it!
It can't be!
We're back where we started.
Well, like you
said, commander--
no need to bury them.
Look.
Let's go.
What's the use?
Your damn computer led us here!
It won't work!
Boltz!
You crawl down there
and pick it up!
[thunder]
Down!
Get down!
Everybody, flat out!
Heads down!
[thunder]
[shouting]
Cooper!
Cooper!
No!
Cooper!
[screaming]
No!
Cooper!
Cooper!
He shouldn't have panicked.
Oh, lord, another burial.
Come on.
Not me.
Boltz!
I'm tired.
I think I'll just go in there.
And never come out?
Just to get some shut eye.
Commander Trask-- sir--
you don't understand.
The rain!
Hear this-- that is a tomb!
That is a grave!
You want that?
I wouldn't mind.
Go.
Heavy rain.
They have up to 1,000
drops per cubic meter.
Hey, top of the class, Boltz.
Hell-- when I was a kid--
my favorite story was
Chinese water torture.
Tie a guy up, and
drop one drop--
drop, drop, drop-- on his head.
On his brow.
Slow.
slow!
One drop at a time!
Boltz!
Sun dome, dammit!
Say that!
Sun dome!
Sun dome!
And safety ship!
Say that!
Safety ship!
Sun dome!
Safety ship!
Safety ship!
Come on!
Come on!
[grunting]
No!
Die!
No!
Die!
- Get up!
- Die!
- Come on!
Boltz, get up!
It's not far!
Get up!
It's far!
Tired!
Get up!
Tired!
Come on!
1, 2--
[shouting]
[thunder]
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
[gun clicking]
Oh-- I'm going there
for a third time.
Boltz!
Boltz!
It's all right.
Take a deep breath.
Die.
He won't get up!
We can't leave him here!
If we try to carry
him, we'll all drown!
He's drowning now!
He'll stay here--
breathe the water!
Boltz!
Boltz!
He can't even hear you.
No.
It's his decision.
Leave him.
Another burial at sea.
Which way?
Forward!
Keep moving!
Dawn's the only compass.
Hey.
Hey.
It's no good.
One more hour, Simmons.
The direction of the light.
I know we're going in
the right direction!
I don't think so.
But even if we
are, the sun dome's
probably got holes in the roof.
I want out.
Give it a few more minutes.
Believe!
You go on ahead.
I'll wait here.
You can't do that.
I'm tired!
We're not going to make it!
Get on your feet, lieutenant.
So long, John.
I've got a gun here
that says I'm staying.
I'm not crazy yet, but
I'm the next thing to it.
I don't want to
go out like Boltz!
You go ahead and find
your sun dome, commander.
Go on!
You'll know your time.
I've found mine.
As Mr. Twain said,
nobody gets out alive.
[laughter]
It's my decision.
Simmons!
Simmons!
No!
[gunshot]
[grunting]
No.
No!
No, Simmons!
Not me!
Not me, Simmons!
[laughter]
[groaning]
All safety ship
systems are go.
I'll lift off after the
authorized 24 hour rest period.
From the long rain, to
the never ending sun.
Over and out.
[water pouring]
No!
[mechanical whirring]
[mechanical whirring]
It's still raining, guys.
But it can't get in.
It can't get in.
[music playing]