Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1964–1968): Season 4, Episode 20 - Man-Beast - full transcript

You can get in there
and load those tanks.

Sir, how's it coming?

We're just about ready,
once we get
the word to launch.

In a few minutes now,
we should be
over the trench.

Skipper, I know
this is none of
my business,

but I sure
don't like the idea of you
going down there alone.

(CHUCKLES)
Don't worry, Chief,

I'm sure there's not much risk.

I hope not, sir.

Give me a hand
with Dr. Braddock here,
will you, please?

Thank you, gentlemen,
I can manage
quite nicely now.



LEE: You all set,
Doctor?

Just about.

All we need now
is the go-ahead
from Admiral Nelson

back at the institute.

Here's the checklist
you gave me,
Dr. Braddock.

I think you'll find
everything there.

Mmm-hmm.

Excellent. Excellent.

Good job, Chief.
Thank you, sir.

Now then, Captain Crane,
do you feel the need of
a last-minute briefing?

Apparently,
there's not much to do
except to ride the bell down

to the bottom of the trench
and then come back up again.

But keeping in
constant touch with me.
Now, that's vital.

I must know how you feel
every moment of
the descent and return.



Yes, sir.

Remember, you will not
be breathing ordinary air.

This artificial atmosphere
will counteract all effects

of the tremendous
pressure at that depth.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Once you return,
you can step out
of the bell

without undergoing
even a moment
of decompression.

Well, if this works
as you say, Doctor,

it should revolutionize
diving procedures.

Oh, I have no doubt
as to its working.

I've devoted
too many years to this.

This test is a mere formality,

something to dramatize
its effectiveness.

(OVER RADIO) Skipper,
this is Morton.

Yes, Chip?

We're over the trench,

and we just got word
from Admiral Nelson
to go ahead.

Very well.
Come to a full stop
and we'll lower away.

Aye, sir.

All stop, maintain trim.

Jim. Sir.

Ready to lower away, Chief.

Let her go.

Everything's all right so far.

It's pitch-black outside.
There's no visual
observations possible.

Captain, you are now
well below 37,500 feet.

The pressure is enormous.
How do you feel?

Well, it's amazing.
There's no sensation
of pressure at all.

Splendid.
It's over 37,800 now.

You'll be on the bottom
any second.

I say we just hit bottom.

I feel great.
There is still no effect.

On the bottom.
Reverse direction.

Haul her up, Ski.

We're bringing you
right up again, Captain.

Any effects yet?

Captain? Captain,
do you read me?

He's not responding.

Skipper?
Skipper, reply!

Skipper!

Bring him up fast.

(NARRATOR READING)

NARRATOR: Voyage to
the Bottom of the Sea.

Secure the bell.

Sir?

What is it?
Don't tell me he's...

I'm fine, Doctor.

Why didn't you answer me?

I did.
Every time you called.

Not on the ascent.

From the moment
we began to haul you up,
there was utter silence.

What happened?

(EXHALES)

That's strange. I...
I can't seem to remember.

You must remember. Think.

Well, the bell
touched bottom,
then started up.

I remember telling you
on the mike that I felt fine,

there were no effects.

And after that,

the bell entered the hatch.

How do you feel now?
Are there any
internal pains at all?

If you mean the bends,
I don't have them.
I feel fine.

Good.

However,
I want you to go to Sick Bay
and have the doc examine you.

Now, that won't be
necessary, Doctor.

I told you, there are
no aftereffects at all.

I still want you to go.

I promised Admiral Nelson
that I would transmit
all medical data to him

immediately after each dive.

Very well, Doctor, I'll go.

How does it look, Doc?

By the book, you
should have a thorough
case of the bends,

but you haven't.

That atmosphere of Braddock's
is pretty remarkable stuff.

Then I'm okay, huh?

Sound as a dollar.

I see no medical reason
for not making another
descent in the morning.

Now what about
that apparent blackout
that I had?

Well, I'm inclined
to put it down to

temporary amnesia
induced by hysteria.

Hysteria?

Now, medically speaking,
it can do strange things,

as witnessed, Braddock's legs.

What about his legs?

His paralysis was
also hysteria-induced.

Although not temporary,
unfortunately.

He made his first experiments
with the new atmosphere

and came out of it
the way you see him now.

It's all in his medical record.

Then you think
there's some unknown property
in this atmosphere,

something which could
bring on hysteria, right?

Oh, no.
It was thoroughly analyzed
back at the institute.

This is just one more case
of a medical coincidence.

We run into them frequently.

Okay. You're the doctor.

Oh. Oh.

If the Admiral
gives the go-ahead,

I'll be making
another dive
in the morning.

All right.
All right.

Right.

We're at dead stop
on the surface,
lookouts posted.

Very well.

Do you have a course for me?

No, we'll lay to
at these coordinates
for the night.

First thing in the morning,
I'm making another
experimental dive.

Do you feel okay
after the first one?

I feel fine. Why?

Just wondered.

The yeoman finished
writing up the log.
You wanna sign?

Chip, you had a reason
for asking me how I felt.
What was it?

Nothing, you just look
a little drawn around
the face, that's all.

I never felt better.

Just a little tired, that's all.

A good night's rest
is all I need.

Why don't you turn in now?

Yeah, I think I will.

Carry on.

Sick Bay, this is the Captain.

Doc, come up to my cabin
right away, will you?

This is Braddock, Captain.
Can I help you?

Doctor, what are you
doing down there?

I'm writing a medical report
to send the institute.

I have to see
the doctor right...
Right away.

He's down in
the Pharmacy Supply Room.

Why don't you come to Sick Bay?

Perhaps he'll return
by the time you get here.

Be right there.

Do you know what it is?

There's nothing
to be alarmed about.

Yes, but what?

Well, the first experiments
I made on the atmosphere

produced a similar effect on me.

It turned out to be
a rather rare
nervous disorder.

Rest is the best cure.

You'll find it'll
disappear rapidly
as it did with me.

(SIGHS)

Well, I'd better wait for Doc.

He may wanna
prescribe something.

There is nothing to prescribe.

If I were you,
I'd get to bed immediately.
It'll disappear by morning.

Well, I'd...
I'd feel a lot better
if he took a look at this.

Trust me on this, Captain.
I know what
I'm talking about.

I've written
a complete report of it.

I'll send it to Nelson
at the institute.

Now do me a favor and go to bed.

(SIGHS)

Well, if...
If you think
that's best.

I most certainly do, Captain.

Good night.

Good night.
Thank you, Doctor.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Skipper, Mr. Morton
would like you to sign
the log before you turn in.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Are you sure?

I'm all right.
Get out of here.
Leave me alone.

Aye, sir.

Look, skipper,
all I need is
your signature.

(SHOUTING)
Will you get out?

Good night, sir.

(GROANS)

Oh, no.

(GASPING)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(SNARLING)

Missed a spot over there.

(SNARLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SNARLING)

Mr. Morton...

Kowalski, is that you?

Kowalski, reply.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(GROWLING)

Circuitry Room.
Circuitry Room!

Duty electrician, lay down
to the Circuitry Room
on the double.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Fire in the Circuitry Room!
Fire in the Circuitry Room!

(ALARM BEEPING)

Thank you, men.

Sorry, Dr. Braddock,
we're a little busy
here right now.

So I see.
What seems to be
the trouble, Commander?

Electrical fire in
the Circuitry Room.

Is that very dangerous?

It is. I'm waiting
for a report on it now.

We're on the surface.
Shouldn't that reduce
the danger somewhat?

It makes it easier
to scrub the ship of smoke
once the fire is out.

If we get it out.
I see.

Excuse me, I'm trying
to raise the skipper.

Captain Crane, do you read me?

He's very tired, Commander.
I suggest you let him sleep.

(SNARLING)

(GRUNTING)

After him!
Get arms from the locker!
Shoot to kill!

Sparks.

What was that thing?

I don't know,
but we'll find
out soon enough.

Men are after it now.
Are you okay?

I'm all right.
I wish I could say the same
for our radio equipment.

How long will it take
to get it working again?

From the looks of things,
a good 24 hours,
if we're lucky.

(SIGHS)
Okay, get started.

MAN: Mr. Morton,
the Circuitry Room fire
is now secured.

Very well.
What's the damage estimate?

Small, sir.
Repairs will be completed
within the hour.

Good, carry on.
Aye, sir.

Where are you going, Commander?

To find out
why Captain Crane
didn't answer my call.

Lee?

Lee?

Lee?

Are you all right?

Oh.

Let me
get this straight,
Kowalski.

Now, you say the fire started
when some sort of
creature attacked you.

Is that right?
Yes, sir.

Well, describe it.

That's not so easy to do, sir.

It was horrible. It was like
a nightmare beast, sort of.

It was wearing a uniform.

What kind of uniform?

Well, it was like
yours in a way, sir.

That's right, Lee.
I saw it when it
wrecked the radio shack.

It was an officer's uniform.

(SIGHS)

It just doesn't make any sense.

Right here, skipper.

I heard this noise,
I came running back,

and I saw it
standing over
this poor guy.

Naturally,
I tried to capture it,
but it was too much for me.

Next thing I know,
I'm picking myself up
from the deck

right over here.

How is the man, Chip?

Badly injured.
I'm waiting for
a report from the doc now.

Chief, Kowalski's
description fits with
what you saw, right?

Yes, sir.
All except maybe
for the size.

What about the size?

Well, sir, I'd say it was...
I'd say at least 8'0" tall.
Maybe more.

That's why I didn't have
a chance against it.

Well, no matter how big he was,

how could he get off the ship?

Beats me. All I know
is we've had search parties
working all night.

Whatever it was,
wherever it went,
it's not on the ship now.

I bet my job on that.

DOCTOR: Captain Crane?

Captain Crane?

There's the doc now.

Skipper here, what is it, Doc?

I regret to report, sir,
that I've lost the patient.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'll be down shortly
to take care of the details.

Very well, sir.

(LEE SIGHS)

This visitor of ours
is a cold-blooded killer.

If he turns up again,
I want him shot on sight.

I hope I see him first.
I'll be in Sick Bay.

I've been
trying for 20 minutes
to make contact with Seaview.

Any luck from
Central Communications?

Hmm.

All right. All right,
I'll try again.

Nelson Institute
calling Seaview.
Come in, please.

Seaview, this is Nelson.
Do you read me? Come in.

Nelson.

Are you absolutely sure
about that analysis?

Mmm-hmm. I see.

Well, I still haven't been
able to reach Seaview,

and I can't let Crane
make another dive.

So I'm taking
the Flying Sub
to Seaview.

See that the antidote
is loaded aboard immediately.

All stop.

MAN: All stop, aye.

Maintain neutral buoyancy.

Aye, sir.

Missile Room.

Missile Room, aye.

We're at full stop
over the trench.
Lower away when ready.

Aye, sir.

Sir, we're ready to launch.

Now the same procedure
as last time?

Exactly the same.
Keep in contact
at all times.

Still no word from the Admiral?

Afraid not.

I will take full
responsibility for the dive.
Now let's get on with it.

Very well. I guess there's
no point in delaying it.

Lower away.
Aye, sir.

Lower away, Ski.

Aye, Chief.

Flying Sub to Seaview.

Flying Sub to Seaview,
come in, please.

Sparks, just in case
you can hear me

but can't transmit,
listen carefully.

Captain Crane
must not make
another dive.

It's a matter of life and death.

Repeat, Captain Crane
must not make another dive.

So far, so good.

The descent is exactly
like the first one.

The waters are getting dark
as we go deeper.

I'll report back again
in five minutes.

(GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

How much more to go?

About 10 fathoms.
He's almost at the bottom.

Mr. Morton.
Everything okay
down here?

(SIGHS) Yes, sir.

Only...
Only what?

Well, sir,
I wonder if you should have
let him make that dive.

I mean,
without an okay
from the Admiral.

I wonder the same thing,
but the skipper
gave the order, not me.

Yes, sir, I know,
but with
the radio busted,

how do we know what
they're thinking back
there in Santa Barbara?

We don't, obviously.

Commander.

When's the last time
you heard from
Captain Crane?

The scheduled report time.

When's he due to report again?

As a matter of fact,
he's a minute or two late.

However,
that's perfectly
understandable.

Reactions are
notoriously slow
at such great depths.

Are you worried, Commander?

Yes, and I'll stay worried
till he's safe aboard
with no aftereffects.

I assure you,
your worries
will soon be over.

The Captain
will be safely aboard again
within a quarter of an hour.

I hope you're right.

Chip.

(SCREAMING)

Captain,
this is Dr. Braddock.

Your report is overdue.
Reply at once.

Captain!

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

Why hasn't he answered?

Probably some
communication malfunction.

Stop that winch.

How dare you give such an order?

How far from the bottom?

Four fathoms, sir.

Continue on down.

Belay that.
Bring up the bell.

No.

No, just a few more feet.
I must have exact information.

The experiment must be precise.

Forget the experiment,
bring up the bell.

Faster, Ski.

Fool, I'll have
your job for this
and yours with it!

Take it,
but after we get
the skipper back aboard.

MAN: Mr. Morton,
this is the Control Room.

Morton here.

Sir, we've got
the Flying Sub
on our radar screen.

Stand by to berth
the Flying Sub.
I'll be right there.

Aye, sir.
Chief, let me
know the moment

the skipper gets back aboard.

SHARKEY: Aye, sir.

Oh, Chip.
What the devil's wrong
with your radio?

It was wrecked
last night, sir.
It's just being repaired.

Where's Lee?

He should
be back aboard
in a few minutes.

Back aboard?

Yes, sir.
He made a second
dive this morning.

On whose authorization?

On his own, sir.

Something wrong with him?

I'll let you know
after I see him.

Now, you send him
to my cabin the minute
he comes aboard, right?

Aye, aye, sir.

You all right, Captain?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why didn't you
maintain contact,
Captain?

Equipment trouble.
We'll need repairs
in there.

I'll see to it right away, sir.

CHIP: Skipper,
are you back
in the Missile Room?

I just came aboard, Chip.

CHIP: So did the Admiral.

He's back?

And howling mad.

He wants to see you
in his cabin on the double.

Very well.

Excuse me, Doctor.

You had no right,

no right
to make that second dive
without orders from me.

As captain of this ship,
I had every right to do it!

All right, all right,
let's not go
through that again.

Since that last dive,
has Doc given you
a physical?

No, I was told
to report
directly to you.

We'll take care
of that right now.

Sick Bay, Sick Bay...
No!

What's the matter?
Nothing, I'm all right.

You're hurt.
Take off the jacket.

I said I'm all right.

This is nothing
to fool with.
Take off the jacket!

It's a bullet crease.

You might as well
know everything.

Chip shot me.

Chip?

He didn't know
what he was shooting at.

He was trying to kill
what he thought was a beast.

A wild beast.

Me.
Hmm.

Well, that's exactly
what I was afraid of.

What?

You knew.

No, I suspected.

The people at the institute
have been running
some additional tests

on Braddock's atmosphere

and discovered some
dangerous side effects.

Like what happened to me,
you mean.

Even more dangerous, possibly.

We should've known

when Braddock himself
was affected by
the first experiment.

And you didn't
try to warn me,
to do anything?

Look, your radio was out.
I got here
as quickly as I could.

(SIGHS)

I had it coming.

What in the world
are you talking about?

I killed a man, Admiral.
Did they tell you that?

No.

I killed him in cold blood.

I kept repeating,
"I'm not myself.

"I'm under some
sort of spell."

But it doesn't help.
Fact remains, I killed him.

Well, whatever happened,
it wasn't your fault.

It was because of
Braddock's atmosphere.

There's an antidote.

We can't waste much time.

In less than an hour,
this stuff will be useless.

Now, come on,
I'll take you
to Sick Bay.

All right, Captain,
there you are.
Thanks, Doc.

You can put your shirt on now.

Now, Admiral,
about this
vaccine antidote...

Yes, I want you to
administer it right away.
It deteriorates rapidly.

Any doubts about it,
it was thoroughly tested
by the institute lab.

I'm sure of that, sir.

All this talk of antidotes

undoubtedly means
that you're ready

to cancel all further
tests of my atmosphere.

I'm afraid
that's precisely
what it means.

In other words, all my work,
all my years of research,
everything down the drain.

Not at all.
Your work has merit,

otherwise we wouldn't
have bothered with it
in the first place.

But it needs more,

much more
before we can risk the life
of another human being.

And what if I am
unwilling to give

another five years of
backbreaking work?

Well, that's
up to you, isn't it?

All right, Admiral,
let's get it over with.

Control Room,
this is Nelson.
Are you there, Chip?

This is Morton.
Sound the general alert.

Lee Crane is...

Well, he's out of his mind.
He's loose on the ship.

Lee Crane?

There's no time
to explain.
Just listen.

He can only be recognized
because of his uniform.

I want him captured unharmed.

No live ammo.
Use tranquilizing charges.

But be very careful,
he's extremely dangerous.
Now get on it.

Aye, aye, sir.

(SIREN WAILING)

That was horrible.
What happened to him?

Are you hurt?
No, no, no.
I'm all right.

What about the antidote?

Well, unless we get it to Lee
within less than an hour,
it'll be useless.

So keep a hypo handy.
Wait for my call.

And the skipper.

It's hard to believe
he's the one who almost
killed us yesterday.

Yeah.

I don't know about you,

but I got a good look
at that thing
before he jumped me,

and it couldn't
have been the skipper.

Yeah,
but the Admiral
says it is,

and, well,
that's good enough
for me.

Look at this.
Yeah.

Yeah, he's been here all right.

(CLATTERING)

Hey!

(GUN FIRING)

Where's Dr. Braddock?

Braddock? Well...

I don't know.

He was here when I left.

He must've gone out
while I was working.

But how?
He couldn't move a wheelchair
around the ship without help.

Every passageway hatch
has a high sill.

Yes, that's right.

Very strange, wouldn't you say?

Strange?
It's inexplicable.

Well, I wouldn't
quite go that far.

There's a very good explanation.

Attention, all hands.
This is the Admiral.

Captain Crane is still at large.

Now, it's vital
he be captured within
the next 30 minutes.

If not,
it'll be too late
to save his life.

All hands not on
specific assignment

are ordered to join the search.

I'll be waiting in my cabin.

Any information
should be reported
to me there.

(GROWLING)

What was that all about?

I don't know,
but I don't like it.

With the whole ship in danger,

why does he wanna be
in his cabin alone,

and why
did he broadcast it
all over the ship?

Search me.

The Admiral
usually has a good reason
for anything he does.

Yeah, well,
I hope this time is
no exception. Come on.

(GUN FIRING)

Drop the gun on the deck.

Nelson, I thought...

You thought
you'd killed me,
didn't you?

You wanna see
who it really was?
Go on, take a look.

Go on.

How did you know?

You told me.
In several ways.

When you took a shot at me
in the corridor,

I knew it couldn't be Crane.

In his condition,
he could hardly
handle a gun.

And you, confined
to a wheelchair,

couldn't travel very far
in a submarine.

You've been
very clever, Admiral.

I had your help.

When you left the Sick Bay
without assistance,

it was fairly obvious
that you couldn't
actually be a cripple.

A crewman was murdered
when Lee had his first attack.

I'd be very interested to know
where you were at that time.

You'll find out sooner or later.

There will be
a charge of murder
against me, of course.

Of course.
You killed a crewman,
didn't you?

But why, Braddock? Why?

I was crippled for a time,
the result of
my first experiment.

Then I... I developed
the other symptoms.

Like Lee.
Yes.

I had to find a way
to cure myself.

I looked for
a human subject
to work on.

So Crane became your guinea pig.

You would've killed him,
if you haven't already.

Or I would've found
a cure for both of us.

But it's too late now.

Murder, disgrace, ruin.

You've done a good job on me.

(GUN FIRING)

(OVER RADIO)
Admiral, this is Sharkey.

We've got the Captain trapped.

Where?
Inside the Missile Room.

We're trying to get to him now.

Good.
I'll be right there.

Aye, sir.

Here's a torch.

Okay, he's got
the wheel jammed.
Come on, burn it out.

Diving bell's gone.

He's launched it.

Come on!
We'll have
her back aboard

in less than a minute.

Hey, not so fast!

Something's wrong!

Slow it down!

Cable snapped.

Dropped him.

Emergency procedure,
immediate launch.

We'll have to catch the bell
before he gets below
our crush depth.

We only got one shot at this,
so make it good, huh?

Do you see it?

Yes, sir.

There's a length of cable
trailing from the bell.
Catch it.

Huh.

Let's go.

You got it?

Got it, sir.

Good.

Come on, let's go.

Have your guns ready.

(SCREAMING)

(FIRING TRANQUILIZER)

(LEE GROANING)

You men, get him aboard.

We had to tranquilize him, sir.

I wanna be lowered to
at least 30,000 feet.

Admiral, you can't risk that.

The same thing
could happen to you.

No, I'm not using
Braddock's atmosphere.

This is our only chance
to save Crane's life.

We're well past
the deadline
for the antidote.

If I inject it here,
it'll kill him.

Admiral, I don't get it.

It's only a theory,
but it's got to work.

I'm going to
make the injection
down below

under enormous pressure.

So, remember,
at least 30,000 feet.

Yes, sir, 30,000 feet.

Get ready to
lower away.
Right.

SHARKEY:
30,000 feet, Admiral.

Seaview, you can haul us up.

SHARKEY: Aye, sir.

(CHUCKLES)

It's all over now.

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