All language subtitles for Night Gallery - 01x02 - Room With A View - The Little Black Bag - The Nature Of The Enemy

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A very hearty welcome to Night Gallery:

and to a collection of art not
found in your average museum.

These are paintings which represent
life, but occasionally death as well.

Case in point: this canvas here.

A bedroom, but with all the
cheer and warmth of a crypt.

Beneath the paint and the patina
is an ingredient called jealousy.

Color it a monstrous green and
call the picture Room with a View

[ No Audible Dialogue]

[ Door Opens] Good morning.

Six minutes late,

making total lateness 27 minutes...

and nine seconds for the week so far

All this information I'm including
in my will so your next patient...

will have the proper recommendation.

Mr. B..,you're so fussy. [Grumbles]

- Isn't it a fantastic day?
- Fantastic. I hope I never live to see another like it.

You'll live to be 200. Have
you taken your pill yet?

Yes. Ch,you have not.

Now, come on. Here we
go. Nice stale water--

full of germs, bacteria--
to finish off an old man.

I'll get some fresh. I guess
I'm not a very good nurse, am I?

You're a pretty girl You got
other interests. I understand

You say to yourself, ""I'll be a
nurse for a while. The workis easy.

The food is good. So I'll save a
little money till I get married."

You know, that's just what I said to
myself when Dr. Holmes offered met his job.

You're very smart,
you know that, Mr B..?

Thank you. You get old,you get smart.

Tell me.You've, uh, picked
your husband out yet?

Mr. B.., that's a very
personal question to ask a girl.

So l'm asking a personal
question. Why not?

I'm the perfect confidant. I don't
speak to more than two people in a day.

Your specialist doctor wouldn't even
let me have a telephone by the bed...

so I could call my
broker once in awhile.

So give me a little gossip. It's
like telling a secret to a cat.

-What's your lover like?
- Mr. B.., a prospective husband is one thing,

but a lover is something else.

- I can't imagine what you must think of me.
- I think you're a nice girl.

But nice girls today area little
different than nice girls 50 years ago.

After all you're only a few
years younger than my wife,

and l know that men like to look at her
so l know they like to look at you too.

Only today, it don't stop with the
looks. Ch, but your wife is beautiful

Really. She's one of the most
stunning women I've ever seen.

Good for her. A lot of
pleasure I get out of it.

So tell me about your lover

Well, it's really not definite yet. I
mean,we haven't set the date or anything.

Yes,you have, but you won't tell me because you're
afraid l'll fire you before you're ready to leave.

Oh, no! No,
really, Mr. B..--

So you haven't picked a day of the
week, but the month you've decided.

Right? Right. Believe me when I
tell you I understand these things.

So what month?

I'm guessin gyou decided on June,
but you're settling for July.

How did you ever--
How did you know that?

Maybe around the middle of July

when a certain muscular
chauffeur's getting his vacation.

- Now, how did you ever?
- I got eyes. I watch.

I think. I add things up. What
else I got to do with my time?

He's, uh,gentler than
he looks, your fiance?

Oh--Oh, he's wonderful.
Really, he is.

You can't tell because
you don't know him,

but if you ever just spent time
with him and sat and talked to him--

I'm looking forward to it. I'd like to exchange views
on car waxing with him. I'm very concerned about it.

Oh, really, Vic is veryi ntelligent.

I don't doubtit. Make sure he's
got a few other virtues too.

A bad marriage is the
biggest mistake in life.

You've got to know what kind of package you're
getting.Just don't settle for the wrapping.

Go away.

Good morning, all.

How's our patient
this morning? Terrible.

-Sleep well?
- No.

Isn't he horrid? I don't
know why you put up with him.

For the money--
just like you.

Has he had his blue pill yet? Yes.

No. I was just going to get some water.

This is fine. He only takes a swallow.

-Open wide now.
- I can still hold a pill and a glass of stale water.

You don't even look like a nurse. Where are
you going; all dressed up like a collegegirl?

Just in to town to do a little
shopping. Oh,Vic has your car all ready.

He polished it this morning,
and it look sjust like new.

- I'm sure it does, dear.
- If it's not shiny enough, buy another one.

You know I was thinking
of doing just that,

but I thought I'd wait until
you're up and around again.

Then we'll get one of those little
sports cars and take long drives together.

I can't wait. But if you're
in a hurry, start without me.

You don't even deserve
that much of a kiss today

If he stays this grouchy, don't even
talk to him. It'll serve him right.

I'll be back early. I'll be here.

Lock the door in case
she forgot something:

Mr B..,you know you're
terribly inl ove with your wife.

Who wouldn't be? I wish I
could wear slacks like that.

Do your husband a favor-- wear
them before you get married.

Oh,Vic wouldn't mind. He hasn't
got a jealous bone in his body.

He likes it when other men look at me. And how
do you feel about him looking atother women?

Oh, I don't mind. I mean, after
all, it's only natural, isn't it?

I don't know how we ever got
started talking about this again.

You know you're really terrible, Mr B..

Let an old man have a little pleasure
by talking. What else can I do?

So Vic has got a lot of
experience with women, huh?

It's not even his doing either. I
mean, we were at a bar a few weeks ago,

and this woman-- she
was drunk, but still--

she just came right over, sat down on Vic's lap
and started running her fingers through his hair.

-So what did Vic do?
- Well nothing:

I mean, what could he do?He just
laughed and pretended it was a joke.

It was lucky for the woman
that her date pulled her a way

Or else she would've
ended up like Betty, huh?

Oh, I didn't know you knew about that.

I'm really sorry about it,

but I was just going to the kitchen to get
my lunch, and she had her arms around Vic.

-And I guess I saw red.
-So I heard.

I didn't see it, but from what I understand,
she didn't look so pretty anymore, huh?

Oh, I'm really sorry about it. If
there'd been a knife around or something,

I don't know what l would've done.

I don't usually have a temper
except when it comes to Vic.

[Mr B..] Your jealousy
is very understandable.

You have to fight to
hang on to what you have.

You don't think Vic loves me
less because of it, do you?

He probably loves you
more. Men are like that.

[Sighs] Well, I'm tired.

- I think l 'll tryand sleep for a while.
- That's a good idea.

I brought a new book to read. It's really
terrif. It's all about this Frenchwoman...

who makes a fool of a lot of kings.

Sounds very good.

Listen. Before you start,
you do me a little favor?

I would do it
myself, but--

Now, please, don't be frightened.

Uh, I keep it in case of burglars,

but it's been so long since it's been
cleaned, I'm not sure if it works.

So give it to Vic. Ask him
to look it over. Oh, sure.

Hey, it's light. I always thought
guns weighed about 20 pounds.

It's a woman's gun-- for women and
old men. Uh, be careful. It's loaded.

[Gasps] Oh. I would take
the bullets out for you,

but I'm afraid I don't
know how these things work.

I'll be careful. Now,you just try
and get some sleep in the meantime.

I will. And you take your
time with your fiance.

I think I saw him go up
to his room a minute ago.

Oh, I bet he's catching a
nap. Sometimes he's so lazy.

Why don't you sneak up
on him and surprise him?

I bet you he would like that. Oh,well, if he
doesn't, I'll just tell him it was your idea.

Yes.Tell him that. Okay.

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

Ech!!

[Gunshot]

-[Gunshots]
-Sounds like a car backfiring.

-Shall I butter your toast, sir?
- No, thank you.

There are still somethings I
can do for my self, Charles.

For your approval now, a painting
which has to do with time--

not the brief moments left to our
culprits in the previous story.

Their years of imprisonment were minute little
fragments compared to the time we talk ofin this picture.

We talk centuries now and what
happens when men from one century...

send back items quite
unbidden to men of another.

We call this painting
The Little Black Bag:

Yes. Director Cosgrove, this is Gillingss,
sir. Time travel experimentation.

Uh, Gillingss, sir. Time travel.

Department 93, planning division 3-A.

Yes, sir. Gillingss.

Uh,well,we've had a
small problem arise, sir.

Well,we were running through the
third-stage experimentation, sir,

and one of our lab people inadvertently
sent something back in time.

I'm sorry The question again?
It was a medical bag;sir

Oh? Uh, sir, it was just a
run-of-the-mill medical bag...

that happened to be lying around, as I say,
and it was inadvertently given a tube number...

and placed in a circuit builder
and set for a random year.

Uh,y-yes, sir.A random year.

Oh, I think it was 1971.

Well--Well, that's, um, just the
problem, sir. We can't get it back.

[Distant Sirens]

[Grumbling]

[Sighs]

[Grunts, Sighs]

You first,
Hoople--- Happle-.

Happle
-?What'd you say your name was?

- Hepplewhite.
- Hepplewhite!

- Yeah.
-Ahh. Now,wait a minute.

I went to medical school
with a chap named Hepplewhite.

He went into obstetrics,
or was it E..E..N..T..?

I disremember which.

That couldn't be you,
could it, Hepplewhite?

Ah, not me.

Atomic science at Ohio State.
Besides,we just met around the corner.

To be sure. There is nothing,

my dear Hepplewhite, as convivial:

as a cup of wine between comrades.

- Hepplewhite?
- [Gulping]

Hepplewhite.! Conviviality
comes with sharing:

You're drinking the
whole thing! Give me!

[Sputters]

What's the matter with you?

That was my lunch...

my cocktail hour and my dinner.

Cost 89 cents,

which is the sum total of my fortune.

There it lies.

[Grunts] I beg your forgiveness.

Yeah?Where-- Where
did I mee tyou, anyway?

Around the corner. We were both
tryin'' to mooch each other for a dime.

Ah,yes. I recall. [Sniffs] In unison.

Yeah. Well,

some men, my gentle
Hepplewaite---

-White.
- Hepplewhite.

There are some men
who topple from grace,

but I was shot down into
the depths like a projectile.

From a man of medicine
to a panhandling wino...

with perpetual winter in my bones.

You a doctor? Well I was.

There was a little, uh, problem
with a county medical society.

And with a committee on
ethics of the Medical Society

That was--oh--
20 years ago.

Since then, I've become a commuter

I commute from my moldy,
reeking room to the sidewalk,

then to the wine merchants...

and then to this-- this
charming alley. [Metal Crashing]

[Cat Screeching]

Hey Doc, when you were doin' all that
doctorin; you ever do anything bad?

Well, there was a bit...

of fee splitting here and there...

and some careless diagnoses.

And then there was a tawdry item...

having to do with my
attempting an appendectomy...

so bombed out of my mind I
couldn't tell a retractor...

from a sponge.

It all added up. First
my talent left me,

then my pride, and shortly after wards,

my livelihood.

I went from a Hippocratic healer...

to a hypocritical heel.

[ Both Chuckling]

That's not bad. That's not bad.

Well.

Whoo--hoo!!

[Growls] [Cooing]

Huh?

[ Mutters]

Ha-ha.Well.

Medical technology has
advanced in two decades...

more than I realized.

Allah is merciful. [Wheezing]

No.This has got to be worth $10.

With persuasion, maybe $12.50. Yeah!

[Baby Crying; Distant]

[Crying Continues]

Proprietor, I want you
to consider this bag.

-Sight unseen, what's inside
is worth-- - Doctor, please,

my little girl is very sick.

- Please.You come?
- Eight bucks. You want it or you don't?

Oh, come on now, Doctor. She's so sick.

No, madam. No. I'm afraid you don't
understand. I've retired from active practice.

As a matter of fact, I was just
leasing my instruments. Temporary thing.

I'll be going on a lecture
tour very shortly-- [Sniff]

rather sizable honorarium--
and in the meantime--

Come on, Doc. Is it
yes or no? Eight bucks.

We'll take it. Eight bucks. Man.

Doc, we can move up to
bourbon with eight bucks.!

Unfortunately, proprietor, I
have need of my instruments.

I have a patient who
requires my services.

[Baby Crying] ["'Doc'"]
Ch--Ooh. It's strep.!

There's no resistance,you see?

She's all skin and bones.

What are we? Fat and well fed?

Come on, lady.When are you gonna pay
the doctor fort his here house call?

Please, Doctor. Help her.

Make her well Please.

Look,woman. The doctor
here's a specialist,

and he don't do these things for nothin;

Now would you-- madam,
would you step into the hall?

I'll do the best I can. I'll
take care of her the best I can.

Yeah. ""Aid-dios.."

Doc, why don't you just stick a new bandage
on this problem and let's get out of here?

We know that bag's worth eight bucks.

Stick around here an hour,
the price might go down.

Shh.

[Crying]

This is incredible.

It's as if it were driving my fingers:.

Instead of my doing the cutting.

I ain't never seen anything like this.

[Sniffs, Grunts]

[Whimpering] High--
High fever. Deadly high.

This is a violent infection.

Doc, come on. Let's get out of here.

What if they say we did it to her? What if they come
in here and say we're responsible for all of this?

""Lymphatic--"Wait
a minute.

[Sniffs] ""Lymphatic--" and
across the column-- ""infection."

And in this square in
between: ""I.V..-G..-C..C.."

Hepplewhite, look here.

The hypodermic needles are
marked with the same numerals,

so may be three c..c..s. of what
ever's. in this hypodermic...

should have something or other
to do about the infection:.

Settled in the lymphatic system.

- Well what do you think?
- I don't know. Maybe.

Well,what can we lose?

All right.

Here we go.

[Gasps]

Hey, Doc.You done it.

You--You
killed that kid!

No.

Donde esta mi mama?

Huh. I think that's possible.

That's impossible.

There's no more gland infection,

and the temperature... is normal.

And the tissues around the wound...

are subsiding while I'm watching.

You know something? The pulse is normal.

[Door Cpening]

- [Sighs] Doctor.
- Mm?

Que Dios le bendiga.

Thank you.

That doc is outta sight.

Ohh.

Doc? Mm-hmm?

Go in there and get that
money from that Spanish woman.

Did you hear what she said? No, no. I
don't understand that Puerto Rican dialogue.

She said God bless me.

So you got yourself a big deal.
And then she called me ""doctor."

Doc Fall? Hmm?

Let's goon down to that
pawn shop, huh? Come on.

To the pawn shop, Doctor. You
know, it wasn't really a treatment.

It was more like a--
I don't know-- miracle.

[Wheezing Laugh] I
admit that I've been--

I've been walking around in an
alcoholic fog forover 20 years--

but how could the healing arts
have taken such gargantuan steps...

without my even being
marginally aware of--

Doc, if we don't keep foolin'' around, that
pawn shop'll be closed. Come on. Let's go, huh?

[ Mumbles] ""Patent
applied for. U..S..A.

July, 2098."

Hepplewhite. Huh?

Do you hear that? Yeah.

Two thousand... 98.

[Slurping]

[ Both Slurping]

[ Fall ] This is
incredible, Hepplewhite.

Hmm? You slide these
indicators along the grooves...

and then...

you cross-index the
medical data you're seeking.

Yeah. And you press that button.

[Grunts] And the text is
supposed to appear on that screen.

Oh. Observe.

Now. Here. We'll try that.

[ Hepplewhite Gasps]

""Hold the suture needle by
the end without the hole in it.

""Touch it to one end of the wound
you wish to close and release. Yeah.

After it has made the knot.'"
Hepplewhite, this is absolutely incredible.

Somehow--don't
ask me how--

but some how this bag and its contents
has come to us from the future.

It really doesn't exist yet,

yet here it is. Uh-huh.

It means that mankind can skip
100 years of trial and error

Think of the things it
can cure. Yeah. I know

[ Mumbles] Hey.

"'Cutaneous series knife.

""You sink this in three centimeters,

""the retractor blades separate
the lips of the incision...

"'and the knife proceeds to
cut away the dead tissues:.

""Of the epidermis...

""and the live tissues of the dermis.

"'It pushes aside all the
major and minor blood vessels:.

""And muscular tissue without
affecting any system or organ...

except the one it's tuned to."

Fantastic!

Do you realize what
you can do with this?

I do.

You can extirpate an inoperable tumor

You can... remove cancer.

- [ Exhales Deeply]
-Charlie Peterson.

Where's Charlie Peterson?

Dr. Fall, please. No loud noises.

You know the rules.
Where's Charlie Peterson?

Shh. He's upstairs resting, and
I don't want you to disturb him.

He hasn't much longer, and
I want him to die in peace.

Die in peace? He's gonna live in peace!

Charlie is gonna live!

Doctor, what have you
got there? A medical bag.

Medical bag indeed. And
where did you get it?

You steal it? Oh, no.

I didn't steal it. I... found it.

That's the gospel truth,
Mr. Ennis. He found it.

Well,just supposing you give it to me,
and I'll track down the rightful owner?

You'll do no such thing. I'm going upstairs,
and I'm gonna save Charlie Peterson's life!

Charlie?

What's the matter, Doc?

Charlie,

I want you to be very,
very quiet. Understand?

Just lie there, because
I am going to cure you.

And you're not-- you're
not gonna feel a thing.

[Wheezing Laugh] Cure me?

Oh--Oh,
Doc,

go back to your bottle.

Are you out of your mind? Get out of
here before you get into real trouble.

You get out of here.
I've got a life to save.

You get out of here! Out!

So, Charlie, you understand what I said?

-Yeah.
- You be very quiet, and it's not gonna hurt you.

I don't think you'll even feel
it, but the essential thing is...

you've gotta be very quiet, very still

[Gasping] I ain't
lookin'' for no cure, Doc.

But if you could just-- if
you could just do it quick.

[ Panting] If you could stop the pain,

I'd be much obliged to ya.

All right then.

[Running Footsteps]

What's going on? I called
you so it wouldn't goon.

I got a crazy wino, an ex-doctor, who's
about to stick a man with a knife. Upstairs!

Tell 'em, Charlie. No
more pain, Mr. Ennis.

Doc Fall, he done it, and
I didn't even feel anything.

And l'm all better now I thought
you said there was a knifing.

I saw a knife in his hand!

-Are you a doctor?
-Yes. I'm a doctor.

I'm... a doctor of medicine.

Come on, Charlie. We'll
have a cup of coffee.

Okay, Doc.

Pardon me, officer. dd[ Humming]

Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

Nice to see you, gentlemen.
[ Resumes Humming]

Doc,you were sure right. The pain's all
gone, and when you done it, I didn't feel a--

Cured him. I-- I ain't
seen Charlie on his feet...

for--for a
month and a half.

Fellow from the free clinic said that
Charlie wouldn't last another week.

I was there. I heard him.

Doc Fall done it--old
Doc Fall. He done it.

A man may be down, but he is
never out, Charlie-- never out.

Never forget it. [Charlie]
I won't forget it, Doc.

- Doc?
-Yeah,Jake?

Look
here.Arthritis--

Look at that.

Oh,yes. Now, let me see.

Yeah. [ Hums]

[Sighs]

Just a moment now.
Arthritis. Rheumatoid.

Sit down,Jake. We can fixya.

"'Syringe 5-A. Injectin
to the nearest joint.'"

Aha.!

[Chuckles]

Ladies and gentlemen of
the Fellowship of Surgeons,

I'm very honored to be here today to
address you and to read to you my paper...

on new procedural methods
of removing tumors.

[Wheezing Laugh] Hey, Hepplewhite,

you know, tomorrow,
at a very early hour,

I'm going to telephone
the Medical Society,

and I'm going to
solicit a convocation...

of the leading surgeons
and the scientists--

the leading ones of the whole country.

And I am going to...

demonstrate to them... the bag.

Wait.You know, what
I'm going to say--

I'm gonna stand up in front of them,
tall and straight, and I'm gonna say,

""Distinguished ladies and gentlemen,
before I begin this demonstration,

""I'd like to pose you-- ask
you--an academic question.

""If I were to take
this scalpel, this knife,

""and I were to embed it in my throat...

""and then cut into a depth...

""of perhaps three centimeters,

""what would your
professional estimation be...

of my chances of surviving?"

[ Laughs Hysterically]

They'll be aghast! They'll
be absolutely aghast!

They'll be suspicious and
unbelieving and dubious.

But then,you see-- then I'll
demonstrate it, Hepplewhite.

I will demonstrate on myself.
I'll demonstrate this...

on myself.

What's that funny look in your face?

I mean,what is it that you want? Huh?

I want in. I want a part of the action.

Now,just what do you mean by that?

I fear after your little show tomorrow,

you're gonna make a million dollars
with this... bag of miracles--

Million? May befive, maybe 10 million.

Well, there ain't any limit!

Doc, I was in that
alley with ya, 'member?

I could've found that bag just as well.

So we're gonna be partners, huh?

Every thing you make,

we're gonna split 50-50.

Why,you stupid,
ignorant--

you garbage-headed termite!

What do you think this
is? A money machine? Do ya?

You thin kthis is kind
of a carnival shell game?

Why,you fool, anybody can make money.

I mean,you could take a
witless hobo like yourself...

and you could find--you could find a jewel
in the gutter and could become a millionaire.

But once in a lifetime-- will you
listen to me-- once in a lifetime--

in 100 lifetimes-- every instrument of
healing that people have ever prayed for...

in 1,000 years has
dropped into our laps!

We're not gonna use this--
this bag to make money.

We're gonna use it
to cure the incurable!

We are going to kick death in the face,

and we're gonna drag its
victims back into life.

We are going to heal and we're going
to cure and we're going to fulfill--

Doc,we ain't gonna do anything.

Not unless we do it...

my way.

- Fall is his name.William Fall.
- Never heard of him.

-Some new surgical procedure with tumors.
- I doubt it.

Look and see.

Gentlemen, this is Dr.William Fall.

Gentlemen, I'm not gonna
take up too much of your time.

My demonstration--
I'm gonna pose an--

an academic question.

Now if lwas--
pardon me, Doctor--

if I were to take this knife...

and embed it into my throat...

and cut to the depth
of three centimeters,

in your professional estimation,

what do you think would
be my chances of survival?

-Are you serious, Dr. Fall?
-Sir?

Are you serious? Dead serious.

Well, ""dead"would be the word.

If that knife were to be inserted in
your neck to the depth you speak of,

why you'd shear major
and minor blood vessels,

muscular tissue, pharynx.

-You'd be dead within minutes.
-Then, gentlemen,watch this.

-[Beeping]
- Uh, Director Cosgrove?

Gillings, sir.This has to do with that medical
bag that was inadvertently sent through time.

Well, sir, I'm getting a
warning light here, sir.

There's been a homicide committed
with one of its instruments.

You know,we have this warning system,
sir,where each medical kit is numbered,

and if they fall into homicidal hands,
we have an electronic appraisal light--

Well, sir--Yeah, um-- Well, th-that's
what I figured, sir. Yes, sir.

- I'll deactivate it immediately.
- [ Beeps]

Perfectly ghastly.

The old fool. If he was so
determined to commit suicide,

why couldn't heat least have had the good
grace to do it in the privacy of his own home?

If I wanted to see a demonstration of
hara-kiri, I'll take in a Japanese movie.

I'm not so sure it was deliberate. Did you catch
the look on his face just before he dropped?

I've never seen anyone
look quite so surprised.

Say, Doc,what do you want I should do with
this? What do you usually do with trash?

Feed it to the incinerator.

Junk. Nothing but moldering junk.

This offering is a
landscape, lunar and low-keyed

suggestive, perhaps, of some of the
question marks that a wait us in the stars...

and perhaps pointing out the moment when
we'll collect something other than moon rocks.

This item is called
The Nature of the Enemy.

[Astronaut] About a hundred
yards from the landing site.

[Voice Distorted, Static]

Take him off S-band. Put him on V.H.F.

We estimate a mile from the crash site.

Roger. Copy. Can you see anything?

At about 2:00, the
depression in the ground...

and the reare bits of metal.

Hold on, Capcom.

Okay. Follow me.

This is Houston. F-21,
1/60th of a second...

for shadow photography
on sequence camera.

[Static]

We're looking at what appears to be
wreckage. Is that wreckage? Pieces of metal?

[Astronaut] Nothing but.

It's the mother ship.

Fxtent of wreckage.
Size of the depression.

It has to be the mother ship.

Steve, any sign of life?

[Astronaut] Negative.

But we were talking to them. We had communication
after the crash. They're there someplace.

Negative on the scanner
and negative on the speaker.

There's no sign of anyone.

[Chattering] [Male Reporter]Look.
We've been here a good half hour--

Here he is now All
right. Come on, mister

[All Shouting Questions]

Mr. Simms,would you please explain why, after
28 hours, all the press has is this pap handout?

Gentlemen, the point of this press
conference is to let you know...

precisely where we stand on both missions:
Project Settlement and Project Rescue.

What about survivors? Have
they found any survivors?

Negative.Just let me backup
and summarize how i tall began.

Then l'll entertain questions.
Now on Monday of last week,

we landed two space craft
in tandem on the moon.

The purpose was to set up
a base camp of operations.

As of the point of their actual descent on to the surface,we
were able to maintain only sporadic communications.

We do know this much: One ship apparently
crashed on impact, and the other--

Well, the other one we can't
find. On the surface of the moon?

Gentlemen, I've given you all we have. I
won't guarantee that this sounds rational...

or at the moment, it's
explainable, but this is it.

The rescue ship effected a landing
on the lunar surface three hours ago.

They were ableto locate
only the first wreckage.

What about the ""attack" story? Now, in the transmission
from the first crew, you heard the word ""attack."

We thought we heard the word
""attack." Transmission was garbled.

Wethought Commander Perkins said
something about ""We are under--"

and the final word
sounded like ""attack."

But we can't verify this, so this
is where we stand at the moment.

The mother ship is the one we found.That
contained food, water and oxygen devices.

What was on the other ship?

Building supplies, construction equipment--everything
that was to be used to set up the base camp.

So if anybody did attack them,
they wouldn't have had any weapons.

Any theories as to
who the enemy might be?

Could there have been
Russians there or Chinese?

When do you take the wraps off this thing, anyway, and
start responding with a couple of intelligent answers?

The moment I get a couple
of intelligent questions!

Look, there'd be absolutely no reason
for Russians or Chinese to attack us,

even if they were up
there, which they aren't.

There is one thing weare certain of. It is the
unanimous posture of the world scientific community...

that there is no life
whatsoever on the moon,

except for certain microbes we may
have left during previous landings.

Now, this being so, it must
be obvious to all of you...

that we simply misread
the word ""attack."

What is the status of rescue operations?

We are trying to locate the
victims, if there are any.

That is the current status of rescue
operations. [Reporter]I wonder if you'd comment--

What is it?

[ Reporters Murmuring]

Wait a minute. [All Clamoring]

How' bout some information on
this? What was that all about?

[Astronaut] Uh,we just found this here.

It was obviously made with
parts of the spaceship.

Hold it, Steve.Zap up
his volume and copy this.

All right.Try again, Steve.

Don't ask me what it is, Capcom.

It's all we could find.

Metal platform, 30 feet
long and maybe 15 feet wide.

Our base built it. There's
no question about that.

Built it for what?

Repeat, Capcom. We got cutoff.

What did they build it
for? What does it look like?

[Static]

Dear God, it can't be.

It just can't be.! [Screams]

[Static Continues]

[ Projector Whirring]

This is what the rescue
mission found gentlemen..

This platform.

This is all they found.
What's it supposed to be?

That was my first question when I
saw it. It was also my last question.

We then lost communications
with the rescue team.

-We've heard nothing further from them.
- Know what it looks like?

I swear It
looks like a--

a mousetrap.

Transmission! I got a
transmission on V.H.F.-9!

The enemy.

That's the enemy.

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