All language subtitles for The.Outer.Limits.1963.S01E19.BRRip.x264-ION10

Lie on the table,
Mr. Planetta...

Facedown.

Just a tiny nick...

No more than you might get
from the pin of a brooch.

Aah!

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...

You do not
know these men.

You may have looked at them,
but you did not see them.

They are newspapers blowing
down a gutter on a windy night.

For reasons both sociological
and psychological,

these 3 have never joined
or been invited to join society.

They have never experienced
love or friendship,

or formed any lasting
or constructive relationship.

But today, at last,

they will become
a part of something.

They will belong.

They will come a little closer
to their unrealistic dreams

of power and glory.

Today, finally,
they will join the...

I almost said,
"the human race,"

and that would have been
a half-truth,

for the race
they are joining today

is only half human.

Monster!

Monster!

We are horrid.

We are horrid.

We are horrid!

Monster!

Welcome, gentlemen.

The society which you
have voluntarily joined

is called
"the Invisibles."

It is subversive
and illegal.

It is also powerful
and large...

And it is ready.

When the Invisibles
have become the masters

of everyone
and everything

on this planet,

you, the vanguard

of this virile and
violent inevitability,

will sit so high

that mankind will come
to recognize you

by the lines in
the soles of your feet.

You may ask questions.

Are we going to wear
uniforms... Sir?

No.

Mr. Planetta?

Will us 3
work together?

You will
work alone,

each man in
a different city.

You will not see
or contact anyone

for any reason
whatsoever.

No... No questions,
Mr. Spain?

I was wondering

when we were going
to see these Invisibles...

And then I realized
that if we could see them,

they wouldn't be called
Invisibles, would they?

You'll see them,
Mr. Spain.

Mr. Castle?

Where did these Invisibles
come from, sir?

We were conceived

in the nothingness
of space...

Sired by a satyr
of cosmic energy...

Formed by
the coming together

of sick, nameless nuclei

that waited
a billion billion years

for that precise,
ungodly moment.

We fell to earth,

and the velocity
of that fall

quickened the seed
of intellect...

At the same time
that it stunted

the evolution
of our primitive form.

The Invisibles

are not things
for humor, Mr. Spain.

Their victims suffer
to the edge of death.

They're never
the same again.

Uh, no. I wasn't
laughing at that.

I suddenly placed you.

Aren't you
the governor of...

I am the ruler
of the society

of the Invisibles,
nothing less.

Please remove
your jackets

and roll up your
left shirt sleeves.

Mr. Castle.

Mr. Planetta.

What's that against?

It's a disease virus

from the blood
of a host...

That is, a man
whose mind and body

have already
been invaded.

You see, the creatures
will invade and attack

any human being they can
get their eager claws into,

except one that has
already been invaded.

Since you men are
not important enough

to be hosts,

we inoculate you against
accidental invasion.

The host must have power,
position, influence.

He must be
in the heart of things.

At midnight, separately,

each of you will be
exposed to a creature.

If your inoculation
has taken effect,

the thing will not
attach itself...

It will discard you...

But if your body

has resisted
the inoculation...

Aah! Mmph!

Spain, what is it?

Who's screaming?

What's happen...
shh!

Don't open it.

Shut up.

Who is it?
Who's coming?

It looks like Castle.

I guess that's
what you look like

when your shot
doesn't work

and one of those
sick nuclei

gets under your skin.

Spain.

Huh?

Let's run away...
You and me!

Oh, man!

You fold up quick,
don't you?

No, Spain. Honest!

I just don't want
to turn into a thing...

You want to turn into
something, don't you,

or do you just want
to go on being nothing,

a nobody, a crumb
in an empty breadbox?

Hey...

You just wait till those
Invisibles take over.

We're the vanguard,
right? Huh?

We get our reward.

Yeah, we...

We sit up on top
someplace...

Big office, carpets,

ice water...

Oh, and secretaries
jumping

whenever
you push a button.

Follow me, Mr. Planetta.

Mr. Planetta!

Look, uh...

How about if we go
together, him and me,

you know, um...
To hold each other up?

We've lost Mr. Castle.

The inoculation failed.

Attachment occurred...

Improperly.

It's not supposed
to show...

Like this.

We can't afford to lose
another of you...

Certainly not
for lack of courage.

Come.

Lie on the table,
Mr. Planetta...

Facedown.

Just a tiny nick...

No more than you might get
from the pin of a brooch.

Aah!

Johnny, it's more horrible
than we could have dreamed.

I heard the screams.

I was afraid
it might be you, Spain.

I hated not being able
to do anything about it.

Better get that thing out.
Let's get started.

Daddy doesn't know I'm out.

Agent number 0021.

Report number... 4.

Time... 4:52 A.M.

14 October.

Arrived at headquarters
of organization.

Calls itself
"Society of Invisibles."

Head man...

Lawrence K. Hillman,

present governor
of this state.

Plan is to invade,
to infest key men

in government and industry

with some alien force
from outer space that...

That seeps
into the human body

and takes over.

Indoctrination classes
begin this A.M.

No word where we go,
when we go.

I'm zeroing in
on neurotic soft spot

of comrade
named Planetta.

If I win him over,

you'll hear from him
via the kid-brother ploy.

Next report if and when.

Advise you continue
"Spain is a leper" routine.

One bad move, and you'll have
an invisible in the G.I.A.

Hey, John, you're gonna catch
cold in those wet boots.

Take care of yourself.

You'll see pinpointed

the cities
in which reside

rulers, subrulers,
and directors

of this country's
lifeblood.

You'll be sent
to one of those cities.

A job has been
secured for you

that will keep you

in close and
repeated contact

with your target.

Until your
opportunity

to perform
the attachment arises,

you'll be under
constant surveillance.

If you see anyone
unknown to us

or contact anyone for
any reason whatsoever,

you will be murdered.

We'll meet again
at midnight.

Your next class
will take place

in the morgue.

There,
you will be taught

how to perform

the attachment
operation.

It will be
a few minutes yet.

We're expecting
a new specimen.

You heard references
to a procedure

we call "Attachment."

Briefly, it is
a plasma physics process

in which two particles
stick together

and form a single,
complex particle.

A common example
is the formation

of a negative ion

from electron attachment
to an atom or molecule.

By the same principles,
we attach,

or permit attachment,

of an alien,
or negative,

to spinal atoms
of a human being.

It is a simple
procedure,

but it must not be
performed carelessly.

A defective attachment
can result in deformity.

Ideally, the target

should be lying
face downward.

His back
should be naked.

A small pin scratch

should be made
about here...

And he should be
unconscious.

An alien cannot invade
a dead man.

We're merely
using this corpse

for a demonstration
of placement.

Of course, none
of these conditions

need be present,

and a successful
attachment

can
still be made,

either by an expert or
by the alien himself...

Or itself,
if you prefer.

Hey, what's the matter?

I was thinking about
a friend of mine. He...

He got killed once
in some war.

That corpse today had on
the same kind of boots.

Spain, would you
ever lie to me?

I mean, if I was...

Like, you know...
A friend of yours.

You could never be
my friend.

Why not?

Because when
we leave here,

we can never see
each other again.

Why can't a couple
of buddies

get together
and have a few drinks,

meet some girls,
laugh it up, you know?

Knock it off.

What's the matter?

Don't act
like you like me

when you don't.

No, I like you.

You remind me
of my kid brother.

You didn't tell them

you had a brother,
did you?

No. They wouldn't
have let me join.

Don't you squeal.

Uh-uh. Never.

Look, whatever city
they send you to,

you call
my brother, see?

You tell him
where you are.

Then I'll call him,
and he'll tell me.

And I'll knock my target
off real fast, see,

if I have to do it
in broad daylight.

Then I look you up,
we have a night on the town,

nobody's the wiser.

Somebody
will be watching us

every minute.

You believe that? Hmm?

Come on.
That's scare tactics.

Forget it.

Let's do it, Spain.

OK. Now, remember
this number...

184-224-0700.

184-224-0700.

Right, and when
you call, you say,

"is this Spain's
kid brother?"

When he says yes,

you tell him
where you are.

184-224-0700.

Right. OK.

Let's eat
this lousy chow.

In 5 minutes,

one of you will be
the first to leave.

This envelope
contains the details

of your assignment.

Once outside
this building,

the recruiter will
read it to you...

Once.

Memorize
those details.

We are trusting you
with a mission

of incalculable
importance.

If our trust
seems casual,

if we appear
to be the victims

of overfaith,

do not be deceived.

World conquerors
sometimes become fools,

but fools never become
world conquerors.

Mr. Spain.

Here's your
chauffeur's license.

I will give
each detail once.

As I speak it,
repeat it aloud.

City of assignment...

Who's that?

I just wanted to see
if they were...

Wearing uniforms.

City of assignment...

Washington, D.C.

City of assignment...

Washington, D.C.

Name of primal target...

Hillery J. Clarke,
General,

chief of advisory board
of joint services,

division of
U.S. defense department.

Name of primal target...

Hillery J. Clarke,
General,

Chief of advisory board
of joint services,

division of U.S.
defense department.

Home address...

Number 6 Arlington drive,
Chevy Chase.

Home address...

Number 6 Arlington
drive, Chevy chase.

Thank you, Spain.

Mrs. Clarke,

I haven't met
the General yet,

but I was
wondering...

Would he receive
a request

for a telephone
in my room?

Well, I have no idea
when he'll be coming home.

Sometime tonight.

Oh. Oh, Spain,
would you leave the car?

I may have to go out
again... Very soon.

Mr. Spain? Oliver Fair.

I'm social secretary

to General Clarke's
comparatively new wife.

I'm in residence here.

Can we talk
in your little room?

General Clarke hired you
sight-unseen

upon my recommendation.

Oh?

Now can we go in?

Why?

Oh, never mind.
We can talk here.

The General will be
back about 9:00.

He will have dined,
so he'll promptly retire.

His room is connected
to his upstairs study.

I've seen it.

I'll keep Mrs. Clarke
downstairs until 12:00 or so.

I play fine piano,
and I know all the sad songs.

She gets so drunk
on sad songs.

Who doesn't?

Mr. Spain...

You'll have an hour or more
up there with him,

just the two of you...
Alone.

Spain here.

Spain,
Mrs. Clarke is ready.

I'll be right there,
Mrs. Clarke.

I watch you
every minute, Spain.

Am I being a good boy?

So far.

Then I can stay
in the club. Hmm?

Can it be fixed?

It's too bad
you don't have a telephone

in the car, Mrs. Clarke.

I'll have to hike
to the next service station.

But I'm going
to be late for my...

My doctor's appointment.

Could I make
a call for you

when I get
to the station?

No, thank you.
It won't be necessary.

0021. This is the first
chance I've had to call.

They've been watching me.

Put the chief on,
will you?

Chief, did you get
the tapes?

Hallelujah.

That means Johnny was
clean when they got him.

Any kid-brother calls?

Sforza water & power?

That's here in Washington,
isn't it?

That could mean they have
quite a few targets here.

Is General Clarke really
getting in tonight?

Chief, on telephone:
We'd like to stall him,

but we can't take
the chance.

Defense department's

peeved at us
enough already.

The G.I.A. Isn't
supposed to get into

space-age medicine.

Well, I think I'll get
another week's grace.

My inoculation
runs out tonight,

and when I foul up
with Clarke,

they're going to have
to give me another shot.

Take care, Spain.
No tail on you now.

We never heard of you.

Yeah, I know.
Heroes die alone.

Go ahead.

He just made a phone call.

The booth was too exposed.

I couldn't get near enough
to hear anything.

He'll be ready tonight,
won't he?

He should be ready
about now,

but I'll wait
until 9:00 or 10:00,

just to be safe.

What is it?

General Clarke?

What do you want,
Fair?

What are you doing
up at this hour?

It's only
after 9:00, sir.

All right, then,

I'll put it
this way...

Why are you
bothering me?

I thought
you'd be eager

to meet the new
chauffeur, sir.

Mrs. Clarke seems
quite satisfied with him,

but I know how you feel
about young men

in responsible
positions.

Young?

Spain?

If you'll excuse me,
sir, I have to get

back downstairs
with Mrs. Clarke.

Come here, Spain.

Friend or foe?

A man doesn't get very far
being his employer's foe.

More pay, more friend?

That's life
in these United States.

I knew when
I married my wife

that I was what
the brain boys called

a "Father image."

What I didn't know

is that she hated
her father.

Keep a mental record

of every address
you drive her to.

Maybe you drive her

to those addresses,
General.

You may be right.

Spain...

Don't pity me.

I've helped win wars.

I forgot my cap.

All right, now,

don't panic, don't panic.

General?

I wanted to tell you

that I approve of
the new chauffeur.

Spain.

Yes, sir?

Come here.

My wife's
social secretary

would never speak
to me that way,

would he, Spain?

No, sir.

I'm not going
to kill you.

Man may kill
those he loves,

but he rarely kills
those he needs.

General?

Get the thing.
Bring it here.

We suspected
what you were

when we recruited
you, Spain.

That's why you were
assigned to me.

If we were wrong,
no harm done.

If we were right...

And we were...

You will
kindly remove

your jacket
and shirt.

So now we shall have
an Invisible

in the government
intelligence agency.

Your inoculation's
worn off, you know.

I know.

It's all happening
so fast...

So much faster
than I expected.

All over this rich,
great country,

hosts in all
the right places...

Men like
Senator Springer,

Wilson Greenburg,

Billy...

Men in places
so high,

no one would believe
how high they are.

Yes!

Yes, Master. Oh!

I know.

I...

I am vainglorious.

I... I say too much!

I endanger us all.

Oh!

Oh...

Spain!

He's killed it.

It's dead!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, I didn't even...
I didn't see you!

A hospital...

Help me. Help me!

Help me.

I'll get my husband.
I'll get my husband.

No. No!

No! Don't!

Unh...

Aah!

Aah!

How he killed it

is unimportant,
Governor.

What matters is,

we need another,
quickly.

Send anyone
you like,

just so he gets here
quickly.

All right.

Waiting is bad.
Spain must be killed.

And kill our chance
to infiltrate the G.I.A.?

He'll come to
and start screaming.

Nothing is as dangerous
as a man in pain.

Who's going to hear him?
Only you and I.

My wife.

I control her,
General.

Take my shoe off.

All right. Easy.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Go ahead. Go ahead.
Go ahead... ooh!

Oh...

Oh!

Why don't you call
a police ambulance?

Can't you?

Mr. Fair has tapes

of private conversations
between me

and someone I don't wish
to see destroyed.

A friend...

Who loves me.

Hmm.

Put the shoe on.

But the swelling!

The shoe
will never go on.

Put it on!

Oh...

Oh!

No!

Planetta?

Planetta!

Is Planetta around?

Down there.
Shed 49.

He got here.

Right.

Planetta!

Genero!

It's me... Spain!

Oh...

You were the only one
I could trust.

Genero...
The nearest one.

I couldn't drive.

Almost hit another car.

Might have killed myself.

Aah!

Oh...

Lie down, Spain.

Tell me later.

Have to get...
To Virginia.

Cross bridge.

Genero, get a car.

Rest, Spain.

Who's Virginia,
Spain?

Headquarters...

G.I.A.

I'm gonna take
your shoe off.

No. No.

No.

No! Aah!

Uhh...

Genero, call Chief.

Tell him to send
car to you...

Tonight.

Wait till it's dark.

Oh...

City of assignment...

Washington, D.C.

Name of primal target...

Luis B. Spain, agent,

United States government
intelligence agency.

I didn't want to, Spain,

till they told me
what you were.

Then I saw you had lied
to me, conned me!

No, Genero. No.

I... I was trying
to help you.

I didn't want you to do

what they were trying
to make you do!

When I like somebody,

when they trick me,

I just want
to beat them up...

And beat them up till
they're all beat up!

I liked you.

No!

Planetta!

Planetta!

Help me!

Please, help me!

Planetta!

Planetta!

Kill it! Kill it!

There's a phone
in the first doorway.

Call an ambulance.

Look the other way,
Spain.

We've got a lot
of work to do.

They're all over,
everywhere.

We'll never
get them all.

We'll
get them all.

Ooh.

We caught up
with Mr. Fair.

He's cooperating.

Let's get
out of here.

You do not
know these men.

You may have looked at them,
but you did not see them.

They are the wind
that blows newspapers

down a gutter
on a windy night...

And sweeps the gutter clean.

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...