All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.s2.25..Encounter

- You're about to see an
incredible human document.

An encounter with
forces that no one

on this earth withstands.

You may find it
shocking, impossible.

But, it is nevertheless
evidence of the universe

beyond the power
of our five senses.

(dramatic music)

You know, the further man
probes into outer space,

the more riddles he uncovers.

Take the matter of
UFO, for example.

That is to say, the
unidentified flying object.

What a heated controversy
this phenomenon has provoked.

Everybody's in the act from
the comic strip artist,

to the fiction fella, to
the sober scientific sifting

of all the known facts
by responsible men.

Some from the military
and some eyewitnesses

who pilot our giant aircraft.

And from all this sifting
and all of this screening,

certain events of the
past years have been

generally accepted
as having happened.

The physical evidence, however,

is inclined to
disappear into thin air.

Sort of, well, like this.

(tense music)

- Do you read, Bob?

- What was his last
definite position report?

- Over Loon Lake, Mr. McCord.

He said he completed the
survey and was starting back,

but it's his last transmission
you've got to hear.

- What time did he
call in from Loon Lake?

- 15:20.

- And his last report?

- Before I called you 16:20.

It's here on the
recorder, Mr. McCord.

I'll put it on and
you can hear it.

- Anything he had to say
isn't going to tell us

where he is, is it, Cole?

Of course, he
couldn't obey orders

and fly back on a
reciprocal course.

Oh, no.

He must try and cut
across all this mess.

- He said he could see the
weather was going to pot

and he figured a direct
course was quicker.

- Well, it hadn't
gone to pot yet.

He'd be here by now if
he'd done as he was told.

Now, he's down somewhere
in this garden spot

and the whole operation's
gonna get set back on its duff

while we try to find him.

- [Cole] Mr. McCord,
you'd better hear

what Mr. Rand had to say.

- We'll have to wait
till the morning.

What's it supposed
to be like tomorrow?

- [Cole] Not too bad.

- [Bob On Tape] Tim,
Tim, do you read?

I've just taken
the most fantastic

roll of film anyone
ever heard of.

It was right there,
right in front of me.

Out of the clouds like
the side of a mountain.

Tim, do you read?

All right, listen.

There it is again!

Coming back, coming right at me!

Oh my!

- Is that all?

- That's all.

- Did he give his
altitude over Loon Lake?

- [Cole] He was at 2,500.

- Just as I thought.

Comstock peak is 3,000.

If he didn't change altitude
this is where we'll find him.

Smashed on the side of it.

- But, he would've
changed altitude.

What about the films
he said he had?

- It's one of his
better known habits.

Wasting company film on the
most fantastic pictures.

Well, at least the
tape will give us

some idea where to look for him.

- [Cole] He didn't
mean he saw a mountain.

- I heard what he said, Cole.

I happen to know him a
great deal better than you.

- [Bob On Tape] Tim,
Tim, do you read?

I've just taken
the most fantastic

roll of film anyone
ever heard of.

It was right there,
right in front of me.

Out of the clouds like
the side of a mountain.

Tim, do you read?

All right, listen.

There it is again!

Coming back, coming right at me!

Oh my!

- You better keep at it.

If he's not too badly banged up,

perhaps he can
get some word out.

If you hear anything
give me a call.

I'll be in the office.

- McCord, how can a
mountain come back at you?

- If you're not watching
where you're flying,

I assure you a mountain can
come at you from any direction.

- You wish to see me, boss?

- Yes, come in, Jacques.

- What a lousy night.

- You heard about Rand?

- Oui, se terrible.

It's a bad night,
it's a bad night.

- Yes, it's bad for
a lot of reasons.

All because he could
never obey orders.

Jacques, how much
more time have we got

before we have to close
up for the winter?

- That is a hard one to say.

So far we have luck,
not too much cold,

but it can change
all of a sudden.

That guy, I remember one time--

- Yes, I know what you can do

and I remember
lots of times, too.

But, you tell me so I
can tell the main office.

One week?

Two, five?

- I make a guess,
maybe three weeks.

- How far can you push
the road in that time?

- The rock face at
point six, I think.

- Beyond the rock
face to point seven

and I don't think, I know.

When we come back in the
spring, I want to be this far.

- Maybe you give me twice as
many men to do the job, huh?

- You've got all the
men you need, Jacques.

Work 'em double
shifts if you have to.

Work 'em at night.

- Sure, we worked 'em
in a night like this.

What kind of men
you think we are?

- I thought you
were road builders.

That mine isn't going to
do the company any good

until we start
taking ore out of it.

We can't do that without a road.

- Okay, we'll do the best we
can, but I will be an aged man.

- (laughs) Bon.

- Another thing.

If I am to do the impossible
I must have the helicopter.

- It's on its way over from
number three by daylight.

- But, you will be using
it to locate Monsieur Rand

and that may take some time.

- Well, the beach craft will
do the searching for Rand.

It's on it's way up
from base headquarters.

When it locates him,
we'll borrow the
helicopter long enough

to go in and get him out.

- Would not the helicopter
do a better job of searching

than a big plane like that?

- You stick to the job of
road building, Jacques.

Let me worry about finding Rand.

- It is a funny thing.

I think maybe you don't worry

half so much about
it as the rest of us.

- I'm sorry you think that.

- Poor fellow,
he's probably dead.

He hit a mountain, huh?

- Yep, that's the way it looks.

- If not, is it something else?

- Doubt it.

Nothing else very
high in that area.

We'll see in the morning.

- That is not what I meant.

I mean, could he not have hit
something else in the sky?

- Like what?

No other planes around here.

Well?

- I suppose it is
impossible, but Pierre,

he became all excited.

He think he saw
something in the sky.

Very strange looking like
a big cigar, he says.

- You know what Pierre
told me he saw last week?

A flying saucer.

This week it's a flying cigar.

Next week, it ought to be
something very special.

- You don't believe such
things could happen, huh?

- No.

Nothing knocked Bob Rand
out of the sky, Jacques,

but his own poor judgment.

(propellers humming)

Well, it's about time.

We think he's down here
on the mountain somewhere,

but since his last known
position was over Loon Lake,

I'd suggest if you don't
spot him on the mountain,

you'll use it as a
center point from which

to expand your search.

- What about the chopper?

Is it gonna work with us?

- It's on its way over
now from number three.

Tim, here, has been in
contact with Lawrence.

He'll be listening
in on your frequency.

If you spot Rand, he'll
move in and pick him up.

- I don't read you clearly.

You mean, the chopper isn't
going to help us hunt for Rand,

it'll just be brought
in if we find him?

- [McCord] That's right, Blake.

- But, sir, Lawrence in a
helicopter could get in there--

- Let me explain it just once.

Your plane can cover
more territory faster

than Lawrence in
six helicopters.

He and his chopper will be
working with Jacques Boutier

on the road site right here.

- But, sir, a chopper
could get in there--

- Blake, this weather isn't
gonna hold up for long.

I suggest we stop wasting time.

Rand's time.

Just one other thing.

Rand always carried a chute
for some silly reason.

If he survived the crash,
he'll use it as a signal.

So, watch out for it.

Any more questions?

- Uh, yes, sir.

What about that plane
you've got outside?

Isn't it gonna be
used in the search?

- Not unless you want
to look for two planes.

It's got ignition trouble.

Nobody seems to know the cause.

- Well, I could find the cause.

I'm an A and E.

- You find Rand first, Tobin.

If--

(footsteps approaching)

What are you doing
up here, Ellen?

- Same old Paul.

What am I doing up here?

I want to help find my husband.

Can we get started, please?

- Blake, did you have company
permission to bring Mrs. Rand?

- [Blake] I didn't think
the situation warranted it.

I'd like to cut the
chatter and get in the air.

- Just a minute.

Ellen, it's best that
you stay on the ground.

You'll be able to hear
everything that's reported.

- But, I want to go.

- I'm sorry.

Since you're up here,
you're my responsibility.

There's no telling what
the weather might do.

I'm not putting you in jeopardy.

- Or your own precious position.

- He's right, Ellen.

We'll keep in close
touch with Tim.

- But, I want to
help look for him.

- [Blake] It's better this way.

(tense music)

- You've never
forgiven me, have you?

Not even now.

- You've got it
all wrong, Ellen.

(propellers humming)

- (sighs) If Rand's
down in that stuff,

we could fly around him for
years and never spot him.

- Be worse if there was snow.

- It's gonna be a
lot of that soon.

What's the matter with
that guy McCord anyway?

Doesn't he know a chopper was
made for this kind of work?

- He knows.

- They can fly lower and slower.

- Use your eyes more
and your mouth less.

- Anybody would think
McCord would just

as soon not find Rand.

When's building a lousy
road through this stuff

more important than
finding a man down in it?

- I'm gonna go lower and try

this side of the mountain again.

You get on the
horn and tell them

we traced Rand's supposed
route from Loon Lake.

- All right.

- If we don't find anything,

we'll start expanding
our search from here.

- Negative.

They're starting a
square-pattern search

using the lake and mountains
as opposite coordinates.

(subdued music)

- I realize that any words of
sympathy that I might offer

would neither be
appreciated nor believed,

but I want you to
understand one thing, Ellen.

If I ever felt any
bitterness about the way

you walked out on
me for Bob Rand,

it doesn't enter into this.

- [Ellen] You never liked him.

- No, I never did.

But, that's beside the point.

- You tried to prevent
him from coming

up here to make the survey.

- [McCord] True.

Your husband could
never obey orders.

That's why we're
looking for him now.

- If it weren't
Bob, the helicopter

would be out looking, too.

- It could be the
president of Siam

and that helicopter would
be exactly where it is now,

working with Jacques Boutier.

- Saving a man's life is not
as important as a job, is it?

- Unfortunately,
both are important

for a lot of different reasons

and I have to use what I've got
at my disposal to save both.

- How could I ever
have loved you?

- Did you?

You had a dandy
way of showing it.

- [Tim] Mr. McCord.

- Cole, this is Tobin,
we've spotted something.

Wait a sec.

We think it's his chute.

We can see the lines
in a mess of trees.

- Tobin, this is McCord.

Can you see Rand?

Over.

- Negative, negative.

We can just see his chute lines.

If you can spare the
chopper, Mr. McCord,

we'll vector him in.

- I'll send the
chopper right away.

They think they've
found his chute.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirring)

(suspenseful music)

I've never seen anything
before like it in my life.

I'll have it sent to
the lab for analysis.

- It was hanging from all
the trees like spiderwebs.

It was very strange.

- You get back to
the job, Jacques.

- Oui.

It is too bad to
find spiderwebs--

- You mean angel's hair.

- Como?

- Let's not be cute.

- I'm not being
cute, Mr. McCord,

or maybe you'd like
me to read it to you.

"April 15th, 1953,
Auckland, New Zealand.

"A mass of strange white
substance drifted down

"from the sky today
over Ongaonga.

"It covered fields,
buildings, wires, trees

"and fences for hundreds
of yards around."

Here's another one.

"November 16th, 1953,
San Fernando Valley.

"A fluffy blanket, dead white,

"with delicate
rope-like strands.

"Maybe the San Fernando
Valley's first physical contact

"with visitors from outer space.

"It is reported to have
streamed like a lacy ribbon

"from a mysterious
cigar-shaped craft

"that sped over the valley.

"Given the name of angel's hair,

these mysterious filaments."

- Let me see that.

Visitors from outer space.

You stick to your radio, Cole.

- And you better
listen to this again.

- [Bob On Tape] Tim,
Tim, do you read?

I've just taken
the most fantastic

roll of film anyone
ever heard of.

It was right there,
right in front of me.

Out of the clouds like
the side of a mountain.

Tim, do you read?

All right, listen.

There it is again!

Coming back, coming right at me!

- What happened?

What happened?

- He hit the mountain
or the ground.

That's what happened.

- Or something hit him.

- This flying cigar
you read about.

Pierre, he says he saw--

- Jacques, will you stop
talking this gibberish

and get back to your job?

And you keep your science
fiction till after hours.

Now, Jacques, get going
when I tell you, will you?

- Just a minute, Paul.

What did he mean about
the film he took?

Well, why didn't you tell us?

What are you trying to do?

- Regardez.

(mysterious music)

It vanished.

- I can quote it if you like.

"In every instance where
angel's hair has been found,

"it disintegrates soon
after being handled."

(dramatic music)

(thunder crashing)

- [McCord] Blake?

How soon could you take off?

- Well, we could
probably get off now.

- The main office wants you back

as fast as you can get there.

- You mean, we're calling
off the search for Rand?

- No.

Tobin's got my plane fixed.

I'll use it.

- That'll be nice.

- Assuming that Rand survived
crashing into the mountain,

or running into a
cigar from planet Mars,

do you suppose he,
or any other man,

could survive a three day
storm such as we've just had?

- I don't know.

- Well, I do.

- It must be nice to
be so sure of yourself,

especially with
another man's life.

- As I said, I'll continue
the search in my plane.

You've got your orders, Blake.

You take Mrs. Rand with you.

- [Tim] I think I've
got it fixed now, sir.

- They've found him.

- [McCord] Rand?

- A call comes to us
saying they have found him

and by the blessed
virgin he is alive.

- [Blake] Thank God.

- [McCord] Who called, Ellen?

- He said his name
was Dr. Norton.

- [Blake] Where
have they got Bob?

- He has him in his home.

He said a storekeeper found
Bob wandering, delirious.

He said he'd been kidnapped.

Isn't that silly?

(mysterious music)

- Where has the
doctor got him, Ellen?

- That's silly, too.

Bob was lucid long enough to
tell them where to call me.

He knew I'd be up here looking.

The doctor said he was calling
from a place called Wyatt,

in the desert over a
thousand miles away.

(propellers humming)

- How is she?

- The pill worked.

She's asleep.

- Why don't you
try and sack out?

- Blake, is it aerodynamically
or meteorologically possible?

- He had about two hours of
gas when he called in last.

His plane cruised at
120 miles an hour.

You figure it out.

- But, with a strong wind?

- They don't make 'em
that strong around here.

- But, it couldn't be.

All that way.

I just won't believe it.

- Perhaps half of
believing is being able

to accept the unusual.

I remember something that
happened to me a few years ago

in the Air Force that
reminds me of Rand.

- You mean the Kinross thing?

- Yeah.

Radar picked up a UFO
over Lake Superior.

They scrambled a night
fighter after it.

The two were seen to meet
and join on the radar scope.

And the UFO took off like
a bat and disappeared.

No trace of the
fighter was ever found.

- Isn't that marvelous?

The literature you young
men read these days.

Men from outer space.

- Stranger cases than that
that have been sworn to.

- Even incidents of
reported kidnappings.

- By men from Mars.

Listen, I live with
both feet on the earth.

- Maybe your head in it, McCord.

If you'd read the newspapers,

you'd find that some
astronomers claim

that the moons of
Mars are artificial.

- Oh, sure.

Our moon is made
of green cheese.

- We're on the verge of
space exploration ourselves.

Why is it so hard to believe

that others might
have beaten us to it?

- It's a pretty big place, chum.

Now, maybe you're smarter
than all the rest of us.

Maybe you know what
lies out there, huh?

- Better hold the phone
till we hear from Rand.

(Ellen crying)

(woeful music)

- I'm sorry.

If you'd been here
an hour earlier.

- I know.

I suppose exposure to
that desert out there

is as bad as it is
up in our country.

- Exposure?

Exposure had nothing
to do with it.

Shock.

Very deep shock is
what he died of.

- But, if you were out
there for four days.

- He wasn't out there for
more than a half hour.

Joe Green saw his parachute
coming down at 11 o'clock.

We had him in here in
bed one hour later.

(mysterious music)

- The physical
evidence is inclined

to disappear into thin air.

Bob Rand was found over a
thousand miles from here.

His last position report.

Now, how could a small plane,

whose top speed was
120 miles an hour,

carrying a two-hour
supply of gasoline,

possibly cover such a distance?

And even if it could, with the
help of an incredible wind,

where was Bob Rand
during the four days

between the time he vanished

and the time he landed in
the desert by parachute?

Now, the doctor said he babbled

something about being kidnapped.

He was delirious, of course.

But, no trace of the plane
he flew, or the film he took,

has ever been found.

Kidnapped?

By whom or what?

Held prisoner?

Where?

(mysterious music)