All language subtitles for First.Man.Into.Space.1959.BluRay-LM

PILOT (VOICEOVER):
Mother to Control,

15,000 feet, climbing steadily.

Check, 15,000 feet.

Radar is scanning
correctly, sir.

Mother to Control, Y-12
pilot transferring now.

Y-12 to Control--

are you reading me?

Testing.

Over.

CONTROL (VOICEOVER):
Reading you loud and clear.

Switch on your instrument
transmitters now.

Over.

Control, control,
I'm switching on now.

Over.

Check your records.

Are you receiving
signals correctly?

Motor recorder OK.

Rim director checking OK, sir.

Pilot's heartbeat steady, sir.

Air friction recorder
working correctly, sir.

Electronic brain and gyros
recording correctly, sir.

Preparing to drop
Y-12, 45,000 feet.

Check.

Ready and awaiting
your countdown.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6,
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, drop.

Y-12 to tax, I'm airborne.

Firing rocket motor.

[music playing]

He's passing the
previous highest.

He's at 10,000 feet.

He's through the heat barrier.

Will you speak
with him, commander?

He's near the
controllability barrier.

It will be difficult for him.

Control to Y-12.

Control to Y-12, do you read me?

Y-12 to Control, reading
you loud and clear.

Over.

You are approaching
controllability barrier.

Steady as you go
and hold on tight.

LT. DAN MILTON
PRESCOTT (VOICEOVER):

Through controllability
barrier, gyro

stabilizers holding steady.

He's made it.

Good.

A big achievement.

That's great.

Pilot's heartbeat steady, sir.

Pilot's pulse checking OK.

Control to Y-12, Control
to Y-12, do you read me?

Over.

Y-12 to Control, all
sign of G-pressure gone.

We have you at 230,000 feet.

Check?

Check.

Now, hold on, boy.

You're reaching the ionosphere.

Your motor will burn out
in exactly five seconds.

Check

CONTROL (VOICEOVER): 4, 3, 2--

That's the burn-off.

He's OK.

[music playing]

Take it easy, Dan.

You're reaching maximum
test height of 300,000 feet.

You're in modified atmosphere.

She's riding steady.

I feel as though I could go on.

Test your controls
and prepare to turn.

Let her go, Chuck.

See what she'll do.

You think he's
all right, doctor?

Heartbeat is almost normal.

But with release of
pressures, judgment may

be unsound for some seconds.

Should I take over
on remote control?

No, give him a
few more seconds.

Dan, do you hear me?

Me?

I repeat, do you read me?

Cannot direct hatch
toward stabilizers.

Steady me.

Steady me!

Electronic controls,
take all stabilizers.

Aye, sir, but I
can't get equalization.

Keep at it!

Listen, Dan, This is
Dr. von Essen speaking.

You are weightless.

Without concentration, you
cannot coordinate your senses.

Listen to me.

Tell me what to do, doc.

Tell me what to do!

First, control yourself.

Now, forget everything else
and watch your left hand.

Without taking your eyes off it,
put it down until it is resting

on something, no matter what.

Take your time.

Be quick, doctor.

If he hits atmosphere at
this speed, he'll burn up.

DR. PAUL VON ESSEN
(VOICEOVER): When

you have hold with
your left hand,

do the same with your right.

Bring it slowly forward until
you can grasp the stabilizer.

Watch carefully
until you are steady.

Now, concentrate and you
will regain control of Y-12.

You're moving outside
the preset radar position.

We're going to lose you!

Can't help it!

Can't help it!

I've got control, but
I can't reduce speed!

Radar Control, Y-12
gliding outside preset orbit.

Track 5 degrees west.

Tracking 5 degrees west, sir.

Not going to hold at
the rate he's going.

His only chance is to
balance the atmosphere

until he loses enough speed.

Radar Control,
keep tracking west.

Track west, keep going!

Keep going.

Keep tracking.

Well, if we don't hear
soon, we never will.

Why didn't he obey orders,
stick to the test plan?

He should have.

You cannot blame your
brother for this tragedy,

Commander Prescott.

For a few vital seconds,
he was not himself.

I wish I could agree
with you, doctor.

We do not yet understand
the physiological conditions

a man may have to
endure at such heights.

My brother has always
been unpredictable.

He's a heck of a good pilot.

The best we ever had.

Well, he knew the limits.

Why did he disobey orders?

It was a
physiological condition

clouding his judgment.

Chuck, we've progressed a
long way in the development

of aviation medicine,
but the conditions

we simulate in the high
altitude test chamber

just aren't the real thing.

[phone ringing]

Captain Richards' office,
Commander Prescott speaking.

What?

Is the pilot all right?

Where?

Say that again slowly.

Puerco, yes, yes,
I know the place.

Between Albuquerque
and Santa Fe.

Yeah, so don't let
anyone near it.

We'll be right over.

They found Y-12, sir.

Badly damaged, but in one piece.

And Lieutenant
Prescott, is he safe?

Yes, he's all right.

ASSISTANT (ON
INTERCOM): Yes, sir?

Have Harold bring around
my car on the double.

SALVAGE OFFICER (ON INTERCOM):
Salvage officer speaking.

Captain Richards.

Team up the Y-12 crew.

Get them loaded
and have a salvage

crew follow me to Puerco.

I'll radio directions,
but get going.

Well, Commander, looks
like you're losing

me another night's sleep.

Afraid so, sir.

Commander Prescott, US Navy.

Where's the plane?

Just off the road over there.

We're sure glad to see you.

We're mighty cold and hungry.

Should have been off
duty a couple hours ago.

Well, thanks for
sticking around.

Where's the pilot?

Oh, he's around
here someplace.

The plane's just over here.

All right, thanks.

Take it easy, Clancy.

It's me, Witney.

I brought the Navy.

Ha!

What, in a land job?

Did you see it come down?

Yeah, right down
in the valley.

We took a quick look and
radioed into headquarters.

Where's the pilot?

The relief patrol
took him into town.

Into town?

But he's OK?

Sure.

He looked like a man
from Mars in that get up.

He talked sense, but
he acted kind of loony.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know.

Kind of high, I guess.

But I'll tell you one thing--

I'll send in a report to
you in the morning, sir.

Fine.

Well, she's badly beaten
up, but, with any luck,

the instruments might be OK.

Let's hope so.

Good evening, sir.

Boy, that pilot's the
zaniest guy I ever saw.

How come?

Well, he had me take him into
town for a change of clothes.

Said he had some dame to see.

Couldn't even wait for coffee.

Yeah, well, I guess I
know where that'll be.

Mind if I borrow
the car, skipper?

Sure.

We'll ride back with
the salvage crew.

Thank you, sir.

Take it easy.

Oh, Dan, I wish you
were not a test pilot.

It is so dangerous.

Honey, it's my future.

It's our future.

Who's going to forget
the first man in space?

They don't forget Lindbergh
or the Wright brothers.

You talk too much.

You can always shut me up.

I will.

[speaking italian]

Oh, don't talk
like a macaroni.

Answer the door.

Is Lieutenant Prescott here?

Yes.

In there.

But--

Hiya, brother.

Have a drink.

What the heck's
the matter with you?

You just wrecked $10
million worth of aircraft

and I find you
lollygagging around here.

Why aren't you back at the
base making out your report?

As a matter of fact,
I was just on my way.

OK, wise guy.

Taylor.

Escort Lieutenant
Prescott back to the base

and inform the duty officer
that he's confined to quarters

until further notice.

Yes, sir.

Now, get up!

You can see how it is, honey.

I'll phone you as soon as I can.

You can pull all
the rank you want.

You're very good at doing that.

But just remember this--

you couldn't pilot a kiddie
cart across the other side

of the street.

If it weren't for guys
like me, you'd be dead!

Nothing!

Why did you
treat him that way?

Right now, he has no business
playing house with you.

He's got a job to do
and that comes first.

Not always, commander.

Dan knows what he's doing.

Does he?

I'm not so sure.

Why don't you quit
riding the boy, Chuck?

He disobeyed orders.

Y-12 is a wreck and we
were darn lucky to salvage

the instruments.

All right, but you've got
to look at it both ways.

Just think of the
progress we made.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Yes, sir?

Simmons, take this
to Commander Barrett.

Tell him I'll be
there in five minutes.

Yes, sir.

I got something else
here you can worry about.

I'm putting Y-13 on a four
week countdown, as of tonight.

Four weeks?

Yeah, the Pentagon just
came through with a priority

go ahead.

Well, we'll be really sweating
blood to get this on time.

All right, then sweat
blood and read your orders.

I have an Apex to
fire in 30 minutes.

Look at that baby go.

Isn't she beautiful?

You're, um, released on
Captain Richards' orders.

It's about time.

That's not all.

It seems that the Pentagon is
so impressed with your fame

that you're to pilot Y-13.

That's great.

Bet you're not so very
happy about it, are you?

I just want to be
sure of one thing,

that there are no mistakes.

That you obey every
instruction given to you.

Your reactions
are slow up there.

That's not the answer I want.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say
that you understand

that you're the pilot,
but I give the orders.

Unfortunately, I think
you'd do anything for this.

Get off my back, will ya?

I'll get off your back
as soon as you realize that

we're developing a
piloted space plane,

and not a record-breaking hero!

All right.

As I said before, your
reaction is slow up there.

Well, we'll see
to it that you get

plenty of time for a checkout
before the next flight.

Dr. Von Essen will give you a
thorough indoctrination so that

your reactions are automatic.

Now, get your things
together and get

over to Aviation Medicine.

Yes, sir.

Miss Francesca.

Yes?

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, commander,
but I'm in a hurry.

What?

Chief, what is Miss
Francesca doing here?

Checking in some material
with Dr. von Essen, sir.

I don't understand you, chief.

What sort of material?

She's on Dr. von
Essen's staff, sir.

Aviation Medicine Department.

I wish she was working here.

I'm all for
scientists in skirts.

Hmm, you and the
rest of the Navy.

Come in.

Commander Prescott,
congratulations.

Y-13 should be a fine project.

Well, thank you, doctor.

Sit down.

Cigarette?

No, no, thanks.

Say, doctor, do you, um--

do you have a Miss
Francesca on your staff?

You do not visit us often
enough at the university.

How long has she
been working for you?

Some months.

She is charged with
the cardiographs

and probably knows more
about your brother's

heart than he does himself.

Yes, from what I've seen,
I wouldn't be surprised.

She's good for him.

He's quieter,
calmer, and in love.

In love?

Are you kidding?

You're too close to
your projects, commander.

You do not notice people enough.

Are you sure of this?

I sure don't see it otherwise.

Well, what do you know?

What sort of an idiot
does that make me?

Why in the heck didn't
Dan say something?

You don't seem to have your
brother's entire confidence.

No, doctor, I'm
afraid I don't.

Do you wish it
were any other man

than Dan who should pilot Y-13?

Well, he's not the man I'd
personally pick for the job.

Why not?

I just don't think it's
in his nature to stay

inside any organized pattern.

Sort of a natural
characteristic

to find in a man who risks
his life on new achievement.

Maybe so, but on a
project such as this,

I'd prefer to have
someone more reliable.

Well, he will be
in my care until you

are ready for the flight.

I'll pay some attention
to his psychology.

Yes, would you let
the psychiatrists work

on him, doctor.

Make him understand that, even
though he's up there in space

alone, he still
has to obey orders.

BASE ANNOUNCER ( ON PA SYSTEM):
Attention all personnel,

standby for Y-13
rocket motor testing.

Y-13 tied down.

Fueling completed.

Stand clear for test.

Stand clear for test.

[music playing]

I'd like to go over
the flight plan again.

What, again?

I know it blindfolded.
- I know.

Let's go over it again, huh?

OK, OK.

We blast off at
45,000 feet, crash

the heat barrier, out into the
stratosphere in six seconds.

50 seconds later, I break
through the chemisphere.

Then, you switch off
your refrigeration plant.

Check.

But keep tracking me.

Buffeting in Y-12 was so severe
I couldn't read my instruments.

Well, that and the
controllability barrier.

Yeah, that's really tough.

It's as much as you
can do to hold on.

You sure you can take over
when you reach ionosphere?

I mean, if you want to, we can
take you past rocket burn-off.

No, no, that
won't be necessary.

Now that I know what to
expect, I'll be ready.

BASE ANNOUNCER ( ON PA
SYSTEM): Y-13 countdown,

0 minus 54 minutes.

Repeat, 0 minus 54 minutes.

Well, von Essen
did a good job.

You look pretty good.

Never felt better.

I wish he was coming
today, though.

I'd like to have him around.

Air Force has priority today.

BASE ANNOUNCER ( ON PA
SYSTEM): Y-13 countdown,

all personnel assemble.

All personnel
assemble for takeoff.

Well, good luck.

And you take it easy.

Thanks, Chuck.

But don't worry, I'll bring
you back all the dope you

need for Y-14, and then some.

Come on, let's go, huh?

All right.

BASE ANNOUNCER: (ON
PA SYSTEM) Six, five,

four, three, two, one, drop.

Y-13 to Control, Y-13 to
Control, G-pressure gone.

I'm weightless.

Both gyros holding steady.

OK, Dan, we're with ya.

Now, check controls
for atmosphere bite.

I'm checking now.

Steady her up.

That's enough!

Take it easy, Chuck.

Approaching
500,000 feet, check?

LT. DAN MILTON PRESCOTT:
(VOICEOVER) Check.

You're doing fine, boy.

Now, commence your
turn in 15 seconds.

Chuck, she feels like
she'd go on forever.

Stop talking!

Concentrate!

580,000.

590,000.

600,000.

Your altitude is 600,000 feet.

Prepare to turn.

Dan, Y-13, Y-13, commence
your turn immediately.

No, sir, I'm going
to straight up.

First man into space.

Commence your turn!

Commence your turn!

Sir, we're losing contact.

Switch to remote control.

Over to remote control, sir.

Dan, are you reading me?

So long.

See ya in space.

Dan!

Dan, are you reading me?

Are you reading me?

Remote control,
no response, sir.

He'll be outer
atmosphere any second now.

He's still climbing.

The fool's fired
his emergency boost.

This is an emergency.

Keep all radio beams open.

Instruct all radar to
keep standing constantly.

Bring in everyone.

Warn all spotters.

This is an
inter-continental priority.

RADAR OFFICER: (ON
INTERCOM) Yes, sir.

COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER:
(ON INTERCOM) Yes, sir.

Well, he's on his own now.

The first man into space.

He'll either hit
the moon or orbit

the earth the rest of his life.

Control, Control,
I've done it!

250 miles!

I'm going to turn now.

This is Y-13, Y-13 calling
from over 250 miles in space.

My rocket motors are burned
out and my gyro stabilizers

cannot turn me at this height.

I'm going to use release
mechanism to catapult myself

and the nose away
from the plane.

Control, Control,
are you reading me?

This is Y-13!

Control, Control,
are you reading me?

This is Y-13!

Y-13 calling Control!

I've run into some
meteorite dust.

Pushing ejector button now!

Wish me luck.

Yeah Yeah.

Si, si.

Kalinsky!

Yeah, yeah, sure, we'll
take care of it right away.

Yes, sir?

That was some Mexican
farmer called Sanchez.

He says he caught sight of
a parachute floating down.

It landed just outside his farm.

I don't know, he says
there's something

like a front half of
a plane or something

attached to the chute.

Where's he located, sir?

Just off Route 17, about
10 miles south of Alvarado.

Look, you better get
the nearest patrol car

out there right away.
- Yes, sir.

Meantime, I'll
call the Navy base.

It might have something
do with a rocket firing.

Hello, get me the duty
officer at the Navy base.

Yeah.

POLICE DISPATCH
OFFICER: We got two

witnesses you want to speak to.
- Yeah.

POLICE DISPATCH OFFICER: They're
pretty definite about the way

it happened.
- Uh-huh.

POLICE DISPATCH
OFFICER: Kalinsky's

getting the reports now and
he'd like you to follow up.

Yeah, OK.

Have him call me back.

Good morning, commander.

Good morning.

Glad you could make it.

I'm Wilson, Assistant
Chief of State Police.

Well, thanks for
phoning in, chief.

Where abouts is it?

Oh, just up there a
ways, in the bushes.

Anyone hurt?
Any damage?

No.

Dropped about a half a
mile from the nearest farm.

Came down like a dame
in a feather bed.

No, uh-- no sign of
the pilot, though, huh?

Well, uh, you better
come and look for yourself.

Well, what do you
make of it, commander?

I don't know.

It's too early to say.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

It'll have to go
into the test lab.

Well, the pilot's had
it, that's for certain.

Smashed canopy, you mean, huh?

Yeah, he couldn't
live up there in space.

You got a minute, sir?

Why?

Could you come up and take
a look at what we got up here?

There's a farm.

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm OK.

Salvage crew is right behind me.

Oh, well, look, will you have
one of your men stand guard?

I've got to go into
Albuquerque and make a call.

Oh, sure.
I'll be here myself.

Well, thanks for your help.

Always glad to help the Navy.

What's the trouble?

Oh, it's this Mexican farmer.

He's had a lot of
cattle slaughtered

for no reason I can see.

Well, let's go and see.

OK.

[music playing]

I knew this would happen.

I didn't want him to go.

Yes, I understand.

How can you understand?

To you, Dan was just
a piece of machinery.

No, that's not true.

You wanted him
to risk his life.

I had to put Y-13 into
space and Dan as the pilot

because those were my orders.

Orders.

Tia, Dan couldn't exist
unless he were risking his life.

If he weren't piloting Y-13,
he'd find his own brand

of danger somewhere else.

He had to prove he was the best.

If you knew all this, why
didn't you try and stop him?

I did.

I don't believe you.

I've been trying to stop
him ever since we were kids.

He was always climbing the
highest tree or something

further than anyone else.

Well, with Dan, it was
all the way or nothing.

He wanted to be the
first man into space.

And he was.

Before we lost track
of him, he was higher

than any man had ever been.

Higher than any man,
that's all you can think of.

I wanted him to give up
flying to settle down.

If he had, do you think
he'd ever been happy?

No, you're right.

But I just can't
believe he's gone.

I have got to get
back to the base.

Will you be all
right here alone?

Alone?

Yes, I'll be all right.

Chuck, I didn't
mean to blame you.

Look, I'll, um, stop by the
Aviation Department tomorrow

and see you if you'd like.

Thank you.

I'd like that.

Goodbye, dear.

We're running some
metallurgical tests.

It seems as if the
skin was subjected

to some sort of incrustation
we've never heard of.

Any idea how high he went?

Oh, in weakened gravity
pull, he could go a long way.

It could be anything--

250, 350 miles.

Chutes seem OK.

There's the usual
signs of scorching.

Yeah.

The automatic escape mechanism
operated perfectly, too.

And his breaking chute opened
just right, as soon as it

hit full atmosphere density.

But it was too late to save Dan.

Nobody could live
once the canopy burst.

You'd be dead in a second.

Have a look over here.

This incrustation bears
some remarkable qualities.

You see?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

X-rays will not pass through it.

No luck here either, sir.

Thank you.

Well, this is the
infrared photograph.

But the rays do not
penetrate to show

us what is below the surface.

Then, here, under
the ultraviolet lamp.

I can't understand it.

It's resistant to any
identification or penetration

test we can do here.

We'll take a photograph anyway.

There may be some reflection
we cannot observe,

though I doubt it.

Hmm.

So far, then, your
tests are negative.

Well, let's hope the
metallurgical report

will give us a line.

Let's hope.

Let me know as
soon as you have it.

- Home?
- Good night, doctor.

- Good night, Chuck.
- Good night.

Good night, sir.

You know, you
better get some sleep.

I will, skipper.

Thanks.

What is this stuff, doctor?

Do you think a
chemical breakdown

could tell us anything?

We do not even know
the primary reactor.

I sent a sample to
my own laboratory.

We may find the
answer more quickly.

Yeah, I, um--

I can't get him out
of my mind, doctor.

I can just see him up
there now in the cockpit.

He, uh, wanted you there today.

Maybe if you had been--

if only I had--

You mustn't blame
yourself, Chuck.

Maybe you're right.

Look, I'll check with you first
thing in the morning, huh?

[sinister music]

[wheezing and panting]

[smashing door noises]

[shattering glass]

[gulping and drinking noises]

[screaming]

Yes, I'll do that.

Thank you, sir, and goodbye.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Hi, Chuck.

Glad you came by.

I want to talk to you.

Have you seen this, skipper?

Not the headline.

Read further down.

In the past 24 hours,
death has struck in

mysterious and terrifying ways.

The type of wound inflicted
is fearful and inhuman.

Yes.

Read the middle part, sir.

It talks about the
slaughtered cattle.

That farm is right next
door to where Y-13 fell.

I've got a call in
now to Chief Wilson.

I don't get the tie-in.

[intercom buzzing]

Yeah?

ASSISTANT: (ON INTERCOM) Call
for Commander Prescott, sir.

Thank you, sir.

It's Commander Prescott.

Yes, Wilson, where are you?

Alameda?

What?

Yes, well, I'll be
there as soon as I can.

It's like I said,
commander, about the wounds

on the Mexican's cattle.

See, look, this one's the same.

It's like a tearing jag
there across the throat.

See?

Hmm.

Who or what could cause
this wanton destruction?

I don't know, but it seems
to like the taste of blood.

See, it looks like it's been
scooped up or something.

And look here.

Look.

It takes more than human
strength to do this.

Unless he had an axe.

Chief.

Yeah?

Give me your
flashlight, would ya?

Sure.

Well, look there.

See on that edge
of the wound there?

What?

Those little, shiny specks.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I see.

That's funny.

I never noticed those before.

What do you suppose they are?

We're going to do an autopsy.

Will you send a sample of
that to a Dr. von Essen

in Aviation Medicine?

Sure.

You think they mean something?

I don't know, but
I'd like take a look

at that Mexican's cattle.

OK, we'll go over as
soon as we're through here.

[cattle mooing]

Well, there you are, commander.

Take a look.

There's a dozen more
like it in lower pasture.

[speaking spanish]

Who would want to kill Clara?

She win many prizes at fair.

You see what I mean?

It's the same thing.

The throat ripped right open.

Hmm, looks like it kills
whatever it comes near.

Yeah.

You have any idea
what sort of a weapon

could cause such a gash?

Well, no, not yet.

But we're working on it.

Wait a minute.

Shine your light here.

Oh, yeah.

Those shiny specks again.

Mm-hmm.

Would you send a sample of this
also over to Aviation Medicine?

Why, sure.

What are you trying
to say, commander,

that something from outer
space came out of that missile?

Well, I don't know,
but I'd like to have them

compared with the sample
we took from the nurse

at the blood bank.

OK.

You think it's going to
help us find the killer?

Well, I can't say.

But let's hope we
catch it before it

does any more killing.

Well, it can't escape
my roadblocks forever.

But if you've got
any ideas, commander,

you better let me in on them.

Oh, here, lift the head.

What is it?

Looks like a
high-altitude oxygen lead.

I've got to get
back to the base.

I've got a lot of work to do.

But don't worry,
I'll keep in touch.

Yeah, sure.

[speaking spanish]

OK, I gotta go now.

I'll be back this way next week.

[sinister music]

Hey, don't forget to
keep my side warm.

Don't worry, I
won't let it get cold.

[wheezing noises]

[man screaming]

[bells ringing]

Well, hello, I'm
Commander Prescott.

I'd like to see
a Miss Francesca.

I'll see if she is free.

They're just finishing
an altitude test.

Commander Prescott to
see Miss Francesca.

I'll bring him down.

Come with me, commander.

Thank you.

Watch atmospheric density
and final reactions carefully.

Only 10 seconds till normal.

Right, open the chamber.

Careful with his helmet.

Hello, Tia.

Hello, commander.

Good to see you.

How are you feeling?

All right.

I've got plenty to do.

It keeps my mind off things.

Yes, it does help, doesn't it?

I was on the way over to
see about some blood tests

the police sent
over this morning

and I thought I'd stick
my head in and say hello.

That's very nice.

Do you want me to
see if they're ready?

I'd appreciate it.

Thanks.

Hello.

Are those blood tests ready
for Commander Prescott?

They are?

Could you please send them down.

He's waiting for them.

Thank you.

Well, that's fast work.

We try our best.

Do you want some coffee?

Yes, I would.

Thank you.

Black?

Please.

Sugar?

No, thanks.

That's fine.

You look tired.

Well, maybe this will help.

How did you ever end
up in Albuquerque?

I came with my
father two years ago.

He and Dr. von Essen
were very good friends.

They were at school together.

And when my father died,
Dr. von Essen asked

me to stay on and help him.

What part of
Italy are you from?

Turin, from the
north of Italy.

Ever get homesick?

Not anymore.

You know, it's strange,
the first time I met you,

I thought--

well, it just goes to show
you how wrong a person can be.

Do you want some more coffee?

No, thanks.

Thank you.

Embedded in both samples
are innumerable particles

of meteorite dust that show
no sign of structural damage,

such as would be expected from
passage through atmosphere.

A detailed analysis
will be needed

before a confirmed
opinion can be given.

A full report is requested
on the origin of the dust.

Has this got anything
to do with Dan?

I don't know.

Uh, look, Tia, I've got
to get back to the base.

I'll see you again
as soon as I can.

Thanks for the coffee.

Goodbye, Chuck.

We have the results from
the metallurgical tests.

Hang on a second,
will you, doctor.

I'd like you to
take look at this.

Later, later.

Come over here.

I want to show you something.

This is a sample of our
new secret alloy, of which

the fuselage of Y-13 is made.

You know the terrific heat
and pressure it will stand.

Yeah.

Well, this a piece
from the fuselage,

which was coated with
this strange substance.

Notice, the metal underneath
has not been affected.

Now, this is a piece we removed
from the stabilizer that

has escaped being encrusted.

Look.

It has undergone a
complete transformation.

It does not even retain
a resemblance to metal.

It's like a crumbling carbon.

And if I grind it, there's
nothing left but powder.

What could cause this
transformation, doctor?

Difficult to say.

Possibly cosmic rays we do
not yet know or understand.

And word is, [inaudible] this
transmission hasn't occurred,

right?

Exactly.

So then, it could
be that this is

some sort of cosmic protection.

Could be.

BASE ANNOUNCER: (ON PA
SYSTEM) Commander Prescott,

report to Captain
Richards' office, please.

Commander Prescott, report
to Captain Richards' office,

please.

I'll be right back, doctor.

Although I accept your
explanation, Senor Capitan.

There is no doubt that it was
providence that His Excellency

was not killed.

But the place where the
tail section of Y-13 fell

is 10 miles from your town.

What is 10 miles,
senor, when you do not

know where your missiles go?

What's he getting at?

He's referring to the
rocket that almost hit Juarez.

But that was a
captured German V2.

It happened nearly 10 years ago.

What is 10 years, senor?

You still do not know
where your missiles go.

He has the whole story, sir.

The low flying projectile you
lost over Argentina last year

and the Apex missile that
disappeared last week.

That is so, Senor Capitan.

Where are they, eh?

As if I knew.

If they're not up there,
they must be down here.

Glad you're here, commander.

Meet Senor Ramon de Guerrera,
Consul from Mexico at Santa Fe.

Mr. Harold Atkins,
State Department.

Commander Prescott.

Mr. Atkins.

It seems that His
Excellency, the Minister

for Social Services, was opening
a new bull ring in San Pedro

and--

Senors, it was
the moment of truth.

A great silence
descend upon the crowd.

5,000 people, 10,000 eyes, Senor
Comandante, fixed on the blade.

And suddenly, there
is a roar from space.

It was greater than the
roar of the oles that

would greet the final triumph.

All the eyes look up.

But when they look down--

He missed the kill?

Of course.

Suddenly, there is a tremendous
[makes sound effect]..

The crowds scatter.

The bull, he scare, jump
over the barrera nearly

into the lap of His Excellency.

And then, the bull escaped
and wrecked the market.

They found what
was left of Y-13 tail

section later on in the day.

- Y-13?
- Yeah.

Well, how soon can we get
a salvage crew down there?

I'm afraid it's not quite
as simple as that, commander.

There are formalities
and compensation.

Si, senors.

Here is a list, Senor Capitan,
but it's not complete.

20,000 pesos?

Must have been the
bull of the century.

Oh, Senor Capitan,
It was a bull

worthy of Manolete himself.

Senor consul, I hope you
will cooperate by allowing

us to salvage the tail section.

I will use my
personal influence.

Thank you.

And the United States
government will see

about adequate compensation.

Please impress
upon His Excellency

that both our countries will
benefit from permission to send

a salvage crew on to the
crash site at the earliest

possible moment.

Of course, Senor Capitan.

Well, buenos dias, senors.

Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

Oh, and Capitan, I hope the
next time you lose a missile,

you shoot it in some
other direction.

Boy, we fire a dozen
missiles every week,

and because something goes
wrong once in a while,

this kind of thing
has to happen.

Now, look, Chuck,
Wilson's just called.

Things are getting
pretty serious.

There have been
three more killings.

Three?

Yeah.

Did he give any details?

Mm-hmm.

Truck driver at a
roadside diner just

outside Los Alamos
and an elderly couple

out by Green Valley.

Well, Green
Valley, why that's--

how is it traveling
those distances

in such a short space of time?

It can drive.

Wilson found a truck with
a steering column and foot

controls bent so
far out of shape

it can be driven another yard.

Ah, I'm beginning
to get a picture.

We know it has great strength.

It's clumsy, smashes
everything it touches,

and it has mechanical knowledge.

What makes you think this
has anything to do Y-13?

Captain, I'd like
to have you take

a look at something in the lab.
I think if you--

[intercom buzzing]

Excuse me.

Captain Richards.

COMMANDER LAWSON: (ON INTERCOM)
Commander Lawson, sir.

The S-21 rocket motor's
ready on test bed number two.

We fire in 30 minutes.

Hold it.

How long will you need me?

I'll make it as fast as I can.

Delay your test by one hour.

Fire at 17:30.

COMMANDER LAWSON: (ON INTERCOM)
But sir, we're all set.

Look, it's about time you
boys realize there's more

than one baby in this nursery.

Delay your test till 17:30!

I can give you 30 minutes.

Let's go.

Assuming that there
is life in outer space,

it would have to create
a protective coating

in order to survive those
destructive elements up there.

You mean like the
primeval creatures that

crawled out of the sea
and grew skin to protect

themselves against the sun?

Yes.

Y-13 has penetrated a new world.

So this coating was formed on
Y-13 to protect it from those

destructive forces in space.

It's an interesting
theory, but I--

But suppose the same thing
happened in the cockpit.

Let me show you something.

If you'll notice, this is
flexible and harmless to touch.

Let me demonstrate on
this sponge rubber here.

I'll wrap this around my hand.

Watch this.

Holy cow.

If this were a human throat,
that's how it could be slashed.

Look closely into these gashes.

Meteorite dust.

The same as in the wounds of
all the victims, meteorite dust.

So there's only
one interpretation

I can put on all this--

this monster kills, but only
because, for some reason

or other, it needs this blood.

No one has seen it and lived.

What are you
getting at, Chuck?

I'm afraid this
monster is Dan.

I'll tell ya, that
guy's off course.

Yeah, he's loaded OK.

Here we go.

[police sirens]

Hold on, I'm going to take him.

OK, I'll handle it.

Look, Dan's metabolism
must have changed,

but what form has it taken?

Without knowing the
kind of cosmic rays

to which Dan was
subjected, and the effect

on the physical basis
of life, I couldn't say.

Perhaps it caused
a blood change.

Boy, it's incredible to
think of your brother

as a blood drinking--

dear, would you get
Dan's metabolism

charts and cardiograms.

I'm afraid we're going
to need your help.

Yes.

I have them all here.

Supposing the canopy
burst, his blood absorbed

a high content of nitrogen.

Then, he would die.

The human body cannot
survive in rarefied

atmosphere without the
protection of spacesuits

and pressurized cabins.

But you're
forgetting about that

protective coating on Y-13.

And if it formed
quickly enough on Dan--

Yes, it might
have kept him alive.

And if, instead of death,
a new metabolism was created,

which starved his body and
his brain of blood, what then?

We know very little.

Only that, by some
mysterious means,

the cells controlling
growth and reproduction

are changed by exposure
to some cosmic rays.

Beyond that I could only guess.

Yes, I'm only
guessing, too, doctor.

But I think Dan would be more
at home in space than on earth.

I mean, what has
been going on hasn't

been wanton killing, but only
his need to replace this blood

that has been changed.

But he would need some
proper transfusions.

It would be useless to drink it.

Yes, unless he was obeying
some animalistic instinct.

[sinister music]

Your hunch was
right, commander.

Look at this.

It's Dan's space helmet.

Where'd you find it?

Not too far from here.

In a car with his latest victim.

And now we know what he looks
like, a great big lumbering

deformed monster.

Seems you can kill him.

The bullets bounce off.

Well, it's the coating.

It's a perfect protection,
like armor plate.

I've assigned a platoon
of Marines to help Wilson.

Look, I-- I know
he's got to be stopped.

But remember, he's still
Lieutenant Prescott.

And if he can drive
a car, he still

retains some intelligence.

He's not all monster.

Well, what do you
suggest, commander?

We just let him roam the
state killing at random?

No, chief, that's
not what I meant.

Well, look, we've
got the works on him.

The next time we find him,
we'll try tear gas first.

If that doesn't work, we can
let the marines blast him.

Stands to reason, Chuck.

If we can't stop him,
we've got to destroy him.

I know, I know.

In the meantime, I got
to talk to Washington.

Doctor, can you take
me to your office?

I want to get a long distance
conference line open.

Of course, captain.

Come with me.

I'd like you along, chief.

Chuck, why did
this have to happen?

Tia, we're
conquering a new world.

The dangers have to be faced.

Someone has to start.

But why Dan?

Who could stop him?

I couldn't, even though I tried.

You couldn't either.

No, I couldn't.

No, though you were
right about one thing.

It was a piece of machinery
that I wanted in the cockpit

of Y-13, not Dan.

It is hard to remember
sometimes that people

matter more than machines.

It is-- [screams]

[wheezing]

Well, he can't breathe.

In there!

Stop firing!

Leave him alone!

Get out of here and warn the
others to stay away from him!

We've got to get to von
Essen and tell him to open

up a high-altitude chamber.

Come on.

Where is your nearest PA system?

Reception hall.

You better get to von Essen.

I'll stick with Dan.

Go on.

[wheezing]

[screaming]

Dan!

Dan, listen to me.

It's Chuck.

Listen, I've got--

Attention everyone-- do
not leave your offices.

Don't go into the corridor.

It's dangerous.

Your life is in danger.

Repeat, your life is in danger
if you go into the corridor.

Dr. Von Essen, he's
going the wrong way.

Try and direct him
on the PA system.

I'll follow him.

Look, captain, why don't
you let me call my men

and blast him?
- Forget it.

I'll take full responsibility.

Dan, listen to me.

You are in the wrong corridor.

Remember the building.

From the reception hall,
you should turn right.

Do not go straight on.

Turn right.

Dan, you have come a long way
to find me, and I am very near.

If you are following my
directions correctly,

you will be approaching
the staircase

leading to the
high-altitude chamber

where I am waiting for you.

Remember, you must turn
left onto the staircase.

If you are on the staircase,
you are almost there.

Dan, try hard to remember.

The chamber is at the
end of the corridor,

leading straight from the
bottom of the staircase.

Take your time, Dan.

I'm here in the high-altitude
chamber waiting to help you.

Come straight into the chamber.

He's coming this way.

Captain, open the
door to the chamber.

Larson!

Yes, doctor?

Take Mr. Wilson over to
the atmosphere controls.

Get as many as recorders
in operation as you can.

Look out, skipper!

With those hands, he'll
never be able to connect

the inside controls.

I'm going in.

Chuck, you can't

I've got to.

Chuck!

Dr. von Essen can you hear me?

Yes, Chuck.

Start altering
atmosphere immediately.

Take it up as high and
as fast as you can.

All right, Chuck.

Proceed, Larson,
opening that valve.

Allow for a rise to
30,000 feet in 60 seconds.

It's being done, Chuck.

Dan-- Dan, it's
Chuck, your brother.

Don't you know me?

It's Chuck, we want to--

we want to help you.

We want to help you, Dan.

Dan?

Dan, don't you know me?

It's Chuck!

It's Chuck!

Don't you know me?

Ch-- Ch--

Chuck?

Dan, we're trying to help you.

Sit down in the pilot seat.

Sit down!

That's right.

Back up.

Easy.

Sit down in the pilot seat.

Back up.

Back up, Dan.

This way.

Dr. Von Essen, give
me some oxygen quick.

All right, Chuck.

Dan, listen, Dr.
von Essen is here.

He wants to help you.

Dan, I'm here at the
window, Dr. von Essen.

Doctor, I've been
searching for you.

Everything seems
strange and dark.

I couldn't find you.

Tell me about it, Dan.

If I know what's
happened, I can help you.

Under this stuff,
I feel like I'm

suffering from some
terrible disease,

like I've got no
blood in my veins.

At the rarefied atmosphere
we are giving you, it helps?

Like clean, fresh air.

I can breath and think again.

We're up to 30,000 feet.

Can Chuck take anymore?

Be still, Chuck.

Don't exert yourself.

Take it very steadily up to
38,000 feet, but no more.

Go on, Dan.

There's not much to tell.

I have no memory.

Only an instinct to stay alive.

Until I found you, I've been
groping my way through a maze

of fear and doubt.

We're steady at 38,000.

Hold it there.

Dan, to find out
what's wrong with you,

I must make metabolism
and blood pressure tests.

All right, doctor.

Dan, can you tell us what
happened up there in space?

It was like running into
the tail end of a hurricane.

Only it was a stream of
meteorite dust we hit.

At first, it was like
50,000 machine guns

all hammering at once.

First, the canopy, and then my--

my visor melted.

I thought my blood
was starting to boil.

Then, this coating started
to form fast, [inaudible]

and protective.

But it was too late.

The last thing I
remember was pressing

the button of the nose ejector.

Then, I-- I thought I died.

How high did you go, Dan?

About 250 miles, maybe 300.

I don't know.

Chuck, did you hear that?

Yeah, Dan.

I'm listening.

You thought I was kidding
when I said I'd bring

back all the dope you wanted.

Well, I've got it all.

With the covering
of this stuff, Y-14

will be able to go through that
meteorite dust straight up.

It will be able
to go on forever.

Rest, Dan.

Rest.

He can't breathe.

Take it higher.

Chuck, it-- it's no good.

I'm finished.

We should take him higher.

But if we do, we'd kill Chuck.

Tia.

Yes, Dan?

I'm sorry things had
to happen this way.

But you see, I just had to
be the first man into space.

Neutralize atmosphere!

All right, captain,
open the door.

No, dear.

Take care of Dan, will ya?

Sure, sure.

There's nothing you can do.

You know, doctor, this is
the part of my job I dread.

Y-13 cost Dan his life.

We go ahead with Y-14 soon.

I wonder if we've
learned enough.

The conquest of
new worlds always

makes demands of human life,
and there will always be

men who will accept the risks.

[music playing]