All language subtitles for The Outer Limits 1963 - 2x11 - The Inheritors (2).DVDRip.en

The Earth.

Tumbling grain of sand
in the darkness of unending space.

Plays host to a strange and awful guest.

Unsought. Uninvited.

Possessor of fearsome power.
Purveyor of dark deed.

A relentless traveller
on the road to its mysterious goal.

That's it, Adam.
Second floor, apartment 17.

- Is Minns in there?
- No, but it's his place.

All set?

Yeah. Put Hensel on the roof
and Dormley on the other building.

A couple of guys across the street,
and two men on the corners. That's about it.

This is Adam Ballard,
Assistant Secretary of Science.

- (agent Mr Ballard.
- Where's Linett?

(agent One flight up.

I want one man covering the stairs,
and two of you on the door.

After he gets inside,
you're to avoid looking at him.

- Nobody's to look directly at him.
- Yes, sir.

The whole building's been sealed off.
The block has been sealed off.

The lieutenant...

.. is probably the smartest man
you will ever come up against.

Brilliant. He has extraordinary abilities.

He's pleasant, genial, agreeable,
unstoppable, and as far as we know, deadly.

Unstoppable until now, that is.

Now we're gonna stop him
if we have to kill him.

- All right, Granger?
- All right, sir.

- Have your men searched this place?
- Yes.

- How about this phone?
- We're tapping it.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

- Your hand's shaking.
- I'm scared to death.

There is nothing wrong
with your television set.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are controlling transmission.

For the next hour,
we will control all you see and hear.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from the inner mind to...
The Outer Limits.

Ye u didn't u se yo u r key?
No

Did you know the door was unlocked,
or that we were in here?

Both.

This is Ray Harris, Deputy Director
of the Federal Bureau of Security.

How do you do, Mr Harris?

It must be your men staking me out.

Are they that conspicuous?

You knew that and walked in anyway?

You tried to contain me once. Didn't work.

Our weapons are pitiful against you, aren't they?

- I didn't mean it that way.
- I did.

You smile at me and I get a chill.

You smile with a piece of your mind
that isn't yours.

You'll lie, cheat
and steal that way if you have to.

You said we can't contain you.
Well, I believe you.

- You can do almost anything you want to do.
- No.

Anything I must do, Mr Ballard.

But what is it you must do?
What do you want with me?

What laws have I broken?

You said you didn't know Hadley
or Conover or Renaldo.

You had no interest in them,
and no compulsion about them.

Yes, I did.

Within three weeks you sent them
bank drafts totalling 400,000 dollars.

That's quite a gift to people you don't know.

- I knew they needed it.
- What for?

To make whatever they had to make?

Buy whatever they had to buy?
Or create whatever they had to create?

The components.
The elements for a spaceship.

- What's it for?
- I don't know.

- Does it matter that it may be heinous?
- Yes, it matters.

- There's nothing I can do about it.
- You can fight it!

Not any more than you can fight me.

- Let's see if I can fight you. Let's go!
- Where?

- Washington.
- What for?

To study you. To brainwash you.
To stop this project.

You're mortal, Lieutenant.
If a bullet shatters your heart, you die!

Yes.

If it does.

This project as you call it, Mr Ballard...

.. won't die.

Minns...

Don't turn!
And don't look at us.

Harris will fire if you move or try to face us.

If he fires, two guards outside the door
have been instructed to break through

and fire without asking questions.

I don't want anyone to get hurt.

Fine, then we'll all go together as planned.

I can't.

Minns!

I said I don't want anyone hurt.
It isn't that I'd hurt anyone.

- I don't want an accident.
- One step, I shoot.

Six bullets fired at point-blank range missed.

Took an elevator to the lower level,
out through the servants' entrance,

to the garage under the building
and drove away.

- And nobody stopped him.
- Not for lack of trying.

My men couldn't stop him.
They couldn't touch him, they said.

- I don't understand that.
- Neither do we.

The lieutenant ignored them,
just as he ignored us.

- They fired after him, he drove on.
- Fired? At what distance?

Less than 15 feet. There was no way
those bullets could miss Lieutenant Minns.

But they did.

This is Lieutenant Phillip J. Minns.
That's his encephalograph.

Sergeant James Conover.

He was flown to Washington last February 13
for surgery, from the same war front.

That's his dual brain wave pattern.

Next, Private First Class Francis Hadley.

February 26.
Same bit. Everything the same.

April 10. A month ago.
Private Robert Renaldo.

Those four men are medical miracles.

They had bullets in their brains.
They should have died, and didn't.

When the bullets were removed,
another brain, an intelligence,

got in and took over.
And I mean intelligence.

Three of these men
developed IQs over 200.

They haven't done anything illegal, have they?

If we have to wait for them to do what
they're being forced to do, it may be too late.

Mr Secretary, I'll be blunt about it.
I think we've been invaded.

This whole world has been invaded.

These four men have been given
enormous intellectual resources.

And they have responded
with fantastic accomplishments.

Far beyond our greatest scientific conceptions.

I'm not pleading for your time, Mr Branch.
Just reporting.

We've got one small lead.
Minns is up to something in St Louis.

Harris is looking at some notes
from his apartment.

We believe that the starship
will be assembled in Wichita.

Hello, compadre

Compadre?

"Brothers under the skin," no?

Or is it "freaks under the skull"?

- You're the metallurgist?
- Yeah. And you?

Physicist.

- How many are we?
- Four.

You, me, Hadley.

This is his place.
He's the biochemist.

And Minns. Lieutenant Minns.

The financial wizard.

How'd you know that?

A guy named Adam Ballard
looked me up in Tokyo.

- He's the assistant to the Secretary of Science.
- And he told you?

Well, I found out from him, anyway.

With the lieutenant, I checked who
put 90,000 bucks in the Bank of Tokyo for me.

I saw your stuff outside.

Oh, yeah. The crates.

What is that thing?

See that screwdriver?
Pick it up.

Throw it at me.

Now go on, toss t to me

Pick it up. Throw it again, harder.

A force field. A magnetic force field.

Inamed it "Renaldo's Barrier".

You could set off a bomb,
it wouldn't get through.

- Where does it end?
- I just set it for around me.

- An A-bomb couldn't get through it, huh?
- Any kind of bomb.

Any kind of bullet, knife or anything.
It's impassable. Period.

Ask the lieutenant when he gets here.
I sent him a model.

I made it in eight days.

Of course, I used some of the principles
of the anti-gravity device.

Isn't that... marvellous?
Isn't that a tremendous achievement?

Why'd you make it?

Why?

Because something told me to
and I couldn't stop myself.

Because somebody needed it.
The lieutenant.

For our project, maybe. Whatever that is.

To safeguard us. To anticipate trouble.

To fit it into a jigsaw puzzle
that nobody understands.

Have you been doing anything lately,
besides working on this project?

Has Hadley? Has Minns?

We're a bunch of freaks, aren't we?

Yeah, I guess we are a bunch of freaks.

And that visitor we got up here...
that makes us so smart.

Ma kes u s! orces u s!

I hate that.

Oh, I hate to be forced.

I was a private. I hated PFCs.

Is it the same with you, Conover?

Despite everything.

Is there something there for you?

That anti-gravity thing,
I made out of nothing.

And this.

It's like having a woman you love...

It's different with you? Huh?

Hadley's designing the atmosphere.

You created the drive, and I made the parts.

Without knowing why,
I made that alloy strong enough

to withstand any kind of heat or cold.

I made it lightweight. Rivetless.

It's a spaceship.

But what for, Renaldo? What's the purpose?

It could be for something terrible, couldn't it?

- Yeah, I guess it could be.
- Yeah, well, that's what it is for me.

That I might be responsible,
even if something is forcing me.

I see terrible things, Renaldo.
I see children who are tortured and retarded.

And... I see despair, and rage and fear.

I see grotesque shapes. Terror.

I'm sorry.

It's pretty fanciful, isn't it?

The items are cryptic,
but we've made some progress.

- That first one, "4th at Eden "...
- An address.

No. Took us a while
to read that one out.

Eden's not a street or a boulevard.

At least not in the section of St Louis
the lieutenant is interested in.

- "Eden " is a theatre.
- A theatre?

- And "4th"?
- A date.

- What kind of date?
- Calendar date.

Like Fourth of July.
And appointment date.

The Fourth of July, say, at Eden Theatre.

Anyway, that's our conclusion.

"Minerva G H-O-S-P".
Well, that was an easy one.

Obviously a hospital.
We're still checking them out.

Theatre? Hospital?

"At Parkville, after two. "
Well, that's a school.

"Two" could be time of day.

"John S, 62 Lar. "

A John Subiron lives at
6240 Larchmont Avenue.

That's pretty close
to the same neighbourhood.

Any questions?

Thanks, Ray. Good job.

Nothing any other interpretive genius
couldn't have done in twice the time.

- Your father home?
- No.

- Mother?
- No.

- Where is she?
- Shopping.

- May I come in and wait for her?
- No.

I don't have a father. He died.

I'm sorry.

- Why can't I come in and wait for her?
- I'm not allowed to let anybody in.

hero she s, a nyway

- Mrs Subiron?
- Yes?

My name's Ballard.
I'd like talk to you about John.

What for?
Hey, are you the one he calls Lieutenant?

He's not the lieutenant.

Well, I'm sorry.
I don't have time to talk now.

- Who is the lieutenant?
- Well, that kid's got a great imagination.

- Somebody he invented.
- Invented, Mrs Subiron?

Isn't that a kick? I'm too progressive
to threaten him with the boogie man,

- so he invents one to threaten me with.
- Mrs Subiron.

Oh.

I don't know what you're selling.
You'll have to come back another time.

And there is no lieutenant.
Other than in Johnny's imagination.

Excuse me.

Miss Spenser said Minerva was leaning
out of the window looking and talking to him.

But of course that's impossible.

- You talked to the man, didn't you?
- To the lieutenant.

How did you know he was a lieutenant?

- She doesn't even know what a lieutenant is.
- She knew this lieutenant.

Miss Spenser says
he wasn't even wearing a uniform.

You just knew he was there, Minerva?
Just knew he was on the street outside?

- He didn't talk to you?
- Not out loud.

But he was there. He heard me.

- What did you say to him?
- I said, "Yes, Lieutenant. "

"I wanna go wherever you go. I want to. "

- Daniel Newton Masters?
- That could be Danny Masters.

Has he been placed in foster homes
several times?

Four times, Mr Minns.
He's with the Lawsons now.

A very nice couple.
Perhaps this will be the charm.

He's a very sensitive boy.

- How long has he been with them?
- Well, let's see. Three weeks now.

Danny's a very nice-looking boy.
I guess that's why he's had so many chances.

It's nice of you to take an interest
in one of our older children, Mr Minns.

It isn't always easy
to find homes for our eight-year-olds.

Especially one who's a deaf mute.

Mm. Well, thank you, Miss Steen.

Perhaps you'd be interested
in one of our other children.

No, I'm sorry. It was Danny Masters.

His fourth home.

It must be terrible
when you find out you're not wanted.

Danny? Danny Masters?

Don't they love you, Danny?
Are they just like the others?

I'm a lieutenant, Danny.
Wanna come with me?

- Did you see a ball come by?
- When?

- Just right now.
- The lieutenant took it.

- Who?
- The lieutenant.

Who's the lieutenant?

- Is this it?
- You think you'd get away with that?

- Lieutenant?
- You know him?

Inever saw him. He's that made-up friend
of that deaf and dumb kid,

- who doesn't come around any more.
- That's right.

- Where is the boy?
- I don't know.

- Well, what's his name? Who is he?
- Who knows?

- At it, aren't they?
- Yes.

- How far have they got?
- They're almost finished.

At least with the shell.
Now they're working on the insides.

- Busy, busy.
- You too.

- You put security on a few places in St Louis.
- A few?

Hospitals, playgrounds, Johnny's house.

Johnny Subiron.
A dozen men on each, around the clock.

That's Hadley.

He's picked up the anti-gravity device.

They've got it all there now.
All except the lieutenant and the kids.

Let's move in on them, Ray.

Let's move in on them right now,
with whatever we've got.

We'll never have a better time.

It could be bloody.

What do they want with children?

- Harris.
- Yeah.

Renaldo.

It's OK. No one's going to get hurt.

Coming along, isn't it?

Hadley's here now. He can mix his gases
and rare herbs and put in his air ducts.

What'd you bring, Hadley?
The anti-gravity drive?

- No more fight in you?
- Given up fighting.

You haven't even found out
why you're building this ship.

Well, I found out, Conover.

You should be proud
of such a noble undertaking.

- What do you mean?
- Kidnapping.

That's its purpose.
But there's no ransom with these kids.

Their folks can't buy 'em back.
It's a one-way trip to some horror

some alien monster's got planned for 'em.

And you're picking the best.
A little blind girl.

A deaf and dumb boy. The helpless ones.

All right, knock it off!

- I don't believe him.
- Don't you?

You mean you haven't gotten any instructions
about it? No feelings? No messages?

You have to wait
for the lieutenant to break the news?

If he knows. Well, maybe he doesn't.
Maybe there's things you'll never get to know.

Mr Ballard...

I don't believe you either.

But if it's true... Even if it's true,
we can't do anything about it.

We can't stop what we're doing.
We can't help ourselves.

We aren't aware from one second to the next
what we're going to do.

Don't you understand?
We can't stop ourselves.

Stand back. You don't have to get hurt.

What is it, Renaldo?
Some kind of force field?

Right. And it's impregnable.

- Lieutenant Minns had one, remember?
- Ray?

Even an H-bomb.
Nothing can get in!

There is no way to stop the project!

Yes, lieutenant.
Oh, yes, lieutenant.

Hi, lieutenant.

Hi, Minerva.
All right if I call you Minerva?

Oh, that's fine.
'Cause everybody calls me Minnie.

Just a second. Who are you?

Where do you think you're...?

Hello. We'll go out the service way,
just to avoid trouble.

- Will you see we're not disturbed?
- Yes, sir.

- Lieutenant?
- Hm?

Can I see what you look like?

Lieutenant, you're crying.

- What makes you such a smarty pants?
- But what are you crying for?

Johnny?

That means they've got about
200 miles of driving ahead of them.

Set up roadblocks.
Take all precautionary measures.

Get your other men in and surround the factory.

- On their way?
- Yeah. God help us.

Spread out over in there.

No sweat

Get's you, compadre?

I've got terrible fears, Renaldo.

- Oh, that Ballard?
- No, no. Before he said anything.

That's what makes it mean something to me.

I saw it all a long time ago.
Desperation, fear...

The hunger, the children.

Better take it like Hadley.
Right, Hadley? No sweat.

- Can we change it, Renaldo?
- Nope.

We're ready for that now.

They're almost here.
Lieutenant Minns. The children.

Hello, Ballard speaking.

When?

What's that, about ten miles from here?

No, Captain, there's no way we can prevent
that wagon going right through your roadblocks.

They've gone through five of them
this side of St Louis.

It's a force shield. A barrier.
And it's impenetrable. It surrounds the car.

Well, keep me informed about their progress.

Yes, Granger?

They're here?

Yes?

Tell your men to hold their fire.

They're coming in the back way.

All there, Lieutenant?

I see Minerva G. A blind little girl.

And Daniel Masters,
the boy who can't hear or speak.

And Johnny.

Do you always believe the worst, Ballard?
How can you live in a world without faith?

What have you promised those kids, Minns?

A long trip. A trip in a starship.

It used to be candy, or a ride in a car.

"Your mother's sick.
Get in and I'll drive you home. "

- Progress, Ballard.
- That's right.

Hypnosis. The big promise. The big lie.
And fantastic scientific achievements.

An anti-gravity machine. A force field.

Conover? Renaldo?

Don't try anything foolish, Ballard.

There's plenty of room inside.

I'm going to close this entrance panel
because the air-conditioning will be on.

And help each other.
Learn to help each other.

(door slams shut

I hope you rot, Minns! All of you!

I don't care that you couldn't stop what you did!

You could've taken your own lives
without harming those helpless little ones!

When do they go? Who of you geniuses
goes too? What's in store for them?

Do you know?
Why'd you pick on those particular ones?

- Why the helpless ones?
- I don't know why, Ballard.

What's gonna happen to them?
They're so innocent and so trusting.

What do you want them for?
What sacrifices? For what purpose?

Now, let them go. Please let them go!

- I can't stand it any more.
- What do you mean?

I gotta stop it. I must try to stop it!
Even if I've gotta try to stop myself.

- You don't know what you're saying.
- He knows what he's saying.

He's been saying it all along.

He is scared. He's scared to death
that what he's doing is evil.

- It isn't evil.
- Isn't it?

The proof is right here. Right now.
How do you explain away these kids?

Conover, I give you my word.
No hurt. No harm.

We've never hurt or harmed anyone.

I beg your pardon.
What does your word mean?

I had to do some lying, cheating,

even stealing to get
some roots and herbs I needed.

I had no compunction about it.

Buying this place,
the owner tried to renege on the deal.

I would have forced him to kill himself.
Make no mistake.

If he hadn't signed that bill of sale,
he would be dead.

Not that I wanted it. But this project did.
Does that make it right?

Minns, do you think what you did was right?

No doubts in you at all?
Well, Conover's got doubts.

Maybe "Charlie" up here
isn't the same in each of us?

He's the same. Only he doesn't interfere
with our own minds or consciences

unless we threaten the project.

That's why this whole conversation is academic.

It's not gonna change anything
one way or another.

Of course it isn't.
Because the Lieutenant is different.

Because he's the guiding spirit
behind this whole plot.

It's his doing. He's the master hand.
If he needs to lie to you, he will.

But Conover, you were saying
that the project won't let you defect.

All right, then, let me.

Renaldo. This barrier, turn it off.
We'll do the rest.

Turn it off, Renaldo.

Turn it off!

It's all a cheat, anyway.
"No hurt. No harm. "

Unless the project is threatened.
What do they want, a sample of humanity?

Something to experiment with?

Lieutenant, what happens when it's all over?

Does "Charlie" go away?
What are we left with? What we had before?

We'll stop it. We'll make it wait, anyway.

We'll get the best scientific people on Earth
to find an answer.

Turn the knob. Take away this barrier!

Renaldo!

No! You would try anything now.
You'd say anything.

Wait... a moment.

We've come to a crossroads.

I... I must tell you.

As I speak now,
the words are forming in my head.

I don't know.

I really don't know what I'm about to say,
except I have a feeling about it.

That I must repeat the words
that come without my knowledge.

All three of you men will go with the children.

Of your own free will.

Think back, Ballard.

This project has been brought to this point
without hurt or harm.

Actually, really, no one was hurt or harmed.

And those children in there...

They're not the helpless, Ballard.
They're the hopeless.

The unloved.
The crippled and blind and despairing.

The ones who all their short lives
never had anything.

Never lived like we did.
Never were whole. Never had dreams.

Neve r h ad someono to ove

There's a world far out in space.

Billions and billions of miles away.

A world filled with wonderful things
and wonderful beings.

They look much like we do.

They overcame disease
and poverty and want and need.

And their life span
came to more than 900 years.

That's interesting, isn't it?

Remember your Bible?

And then, not long ago,
a blight came to this world.

A terrible blight.

They found themselves suddenly unable
to procreate. They could have no children.

And so in desperation
they devised a way to start over again.

With new children.

And they sent out into the void of outer space

hundreds and thousands of meteors
filled with their own RNA factor,

the hereditary factor
in the genes and chromosomes,

in the hope that somewhere in space,

one of their meteors would land
on a planet like ours.

A course would follow,
much like this course has followed with us.

But no harm was or is intended.

They wanted no one to be hurt.

That's why these children were chosen, Ballard.

The hopeless ones.

The ones who never had anything on this Earth.

Well, they will inherit a bright, new world
of wonder and greatness.

- Even if I believed you...
- I've never lied to you.

The hopeless ones? The crippled?

Not Johnny Subiron.
There's nothing wrong with him.

- You should have asked his mother.
- Why?

Did you see him out playing? No?

He had to stay in the house.
He has a blood disease.

The doctors said less than a year to live.

We can't let you take away those kids

without trying to stop you
in every way we can.

Even if what you say is true.

Then, Mr Ballard... go in and get them.

Take them home.

Come on, Ballard. Mr Harris, too.
You can come through the barrier.

Go on, Mr Ballard.

Is the...?

Is the lieutenant still here?

Look what my hands look like.
Lieutenant?

ook!

What is it?
What's happened to them?

The atmosphere in there...
It's just like on the planet.

Well, they're whole.
They're healthy and sound.

Johnny, too?

Well, Ballard?

How can we say yes?
It's not up to us. We can't.

- If you take them out, they'll revert.
- Crippled again? Blind again?

Lieutenant? Lieutenant?

- Is everything all right, Danny?
- Yes.

- You go with them, Minns?
- Yes, I go.

Conover?

Renaldo?

Hadley?

The inheritors are on their way.

In a universe of billions of stars,
there are places of love and happiness.

On this Earth, in this spot,
magic settled for a moment.

Wonder touched a few lives.

And a few odd pieces fell smoothly
into the jigsaw of creation.