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♪ Outsider ♪

♪ The end ♪

♪ Is coming ♪

♪ Outsider ♪

Fred!

Fred!

- Eve!

Eve, I'm over here!

- It's approved.

The word came through five minutes ago

when I was on duty in the laboratory.

They're going to let you transfer and I'm coming with you.

- Did you tell the old man?

- No.

- A little while ago, I made a wish on a falling star,

as they used to do many years ago.

Now, the wish has come true.

When we get away from here,

we'll be living among normal people again.

- There is something strange in the air.

Don't you feel it?

Or is it that I'm just so sensitive?

Are you on the dawn shift too?

- Yes, for the last time on this dull island.

- Go ahead and kiss each other, don't mind me.

- She never misses an opportunity

to stick her nose into other people's business.

- Still, that's good advice she gave us.

George, those meteorites are messing up everything.

- What do you expect on an August night?

- Take a look yourself, George, before it gets too light.

- Hey Fred.

Did you see what I see?

- Yes, it's nothing.

- Holy smokes, Fred!

Wait a minute.

What do you think it means?

- I told you, those falling stars are muddling everything.

I need some coffee.

- Skip the coffee, Fred.

What can it be?

- I took some slides, we'll find out in an hour.

-An hour, my foot.

We'll go to the electronic telescope.

- Precisely, you'll learn that I'm the kind of man

who takes his responsibilities seriously.

- Morning, Dr. Cornfield.

- Hi, go on, tell him.

- Maybe we had better take a look

through the electronic telescope first,

and check the reading in this area.

The whole thing's pretty unlikely.

- We both saw it. - Let me see.

Come on.

- Can you tell me why Fishface is so frantic?

- George?

I'm afraid he's right.

I suppose I was just trying to avoid

having last minute complications.

You must help me, Mrs. Collins.

- Me?

- Some very strong coffee, please.

- I'll get some right away.

- Hurry up, Fred, let's go to the radio section.

I'll bet the other observatories have reported something.

- Don't forget, Reynolds,

that we have the most powerful equipment in the world.

- What's happening, Reynolds?

- Something terrible.

Hey Pat, anything reported from the other observatories?

- Just routine.

- That's impossible.

- George, please.

- The teletypes receive over 1,000 words a minute.

Maybe somewhere among the messages

that haven't been decoded yet.

- My dear colleague,

unusual messages are signaled by a red light

and are given transmission and decoding precedence.

- Damn it all Pat, what's that?

- It's Base Three on Mars.

For the last 97 hours,

they've been trying to get through, in vain.

- Base Three on Mars?

Bob Cole,

my former instructor at military school is in command there.

What's the matter?

- Nothing important.

There's a magnetic storm raging with a sodium formation.

Is that what interests you?

- Oh, nuts, take the sodium

and make yourself a bicarbonate.

- Well? - Nothing here.

- The old man must be told.

- You don't mean to insinuate that I should?

- You are the dean, Dr. Cornfield.

- Precisely, but he just ought to snap at me

and then I'd lose my temper.

- We have no authority.

- It's up to you, Cornfield.

- Nothing of the kind.

- Calm yourselves, gentlemen, I'll tell him.

If it turns out to be a flash in the pan,

I'll be the lightning rod.

This is my last day here anyway.

- Precisely, after all he was the first one to see it.

- Will someone please tell me what's going on?

I've never been known to snap at anyone.

- Lie down, Gideon.

Come forward, Steele.

I know all about it.

- I don't understand what you mean, Professor.

- I'm talking about the reason that brings you here.

Wake up, young fella.

I'm talking about "The Outsider."

- "The Outsider?"

- It's all written there.

Right.

- Amazing.

How did you do it?

- Young fella, you and the others have to see and hear

before you can know.

I have one advantage over all of you, calculus.

However, I'm glad to see that you at least

know how to read it.

In spite of the disdain in which I hold all your stupid

and dull mechanical apparatuses,

do you think that I don't examine carefully

the readings that you send me?

The difference is that you accept those readings as results,

whereas for me, they are merely elements in a formula.

I have been aware of this thing for the last five days,

and I have been curiously waiting to see

when the rest of you would discover it.

- It was only just before dawn that we were able to-

- Oh, so you didn't see it until just before dawn.

And didn't any one of you notice the change

of position of the two outer planets?

- Change of position?

- Infinitesimal.

It merely heralded the arrival of "The Outsider."

- Why do you call it "The Outsider?"

- Because it comes from another galaxy.

It simply entered the solar system during the night.

- None of the other observatories have reported it yet.

- They couldn't.

They don't have powerful enough instruments.

- That's what Dr. Cornfield maintains.

-Ah, yes.

How very interesting.

I'm sorry to hear that I have an opinion

that is shared by your Dr. Cornfield.

What the devil are you staring at?

Get away from me, I can take care of this.

Anyway, it's all there, diameter, dimension, speed,

and course of "The Outsider."

Now you keep your trap shut with the others

and get out of here.

- Professor, a foreign body, a planet,

"The Outsider" as you call it, has entered the solar system

and is heading right for us.

Because of its size and particular characteristics,

it won't burn up when it contacts the Earth's atmosphere.

It could be a catastrophe.

- Now that's a perfect summary of the situation, so.

- Maybe it would be prudent, Professor, to warn the others,

the department, the High Command.

- Steele, I've already told you to keep your trap shut

and get out of here.

- With pleasure.

In fact, I've also come here to say goodbye.

- Oh, if only I had a handkerchief, I'd burst into tears.

The ones who should have noticed it before you

are those idiots on Mars, but since they're all Army--

- They weren't able to, Professor.

They are surrounded by a magnetic storm

with a formation of sodium.

- Now that's not a bad alibi.

- High Command, this is Mars Base Three.

High Command, this is Mars Base Three.

High Command, this is Mars Base Three, over.

We've lost contact again, Commander.

- Try it on microwave.

- Sir, there's another signal.

This is Mars Base Three.

It's for you, Commander.

- Plug in the speaker.

Hello, hello.

- Commander Cole speaking.

Hi Bob, this is Steele.

- Fred Steele?

Where did you spring up from?

- I have a message for you.

I'm leaving the island tomorrow.

Then Eve Barnett and I are going to get married.

- Congratulations.

But you've hit me at a bad moment, Fred.

I have a convoy coming in, so just a few seconds ago,

my lines of communication were cutoff.

You'll have to excuse me, Fred.

- Wait Bob, there's something else.

I'll transmit it in code.

- Fred!

What are you doing?

- He's a crazy kid.

He could have made a fine soldier,

but he got a sudden passion for astronomy.

- Astronomy being called Eve Barnett?

- Exactly.

- I'll decode the message.

- Probably some more of his foolishness.

- Oh, so now you think marriage is a lot of foolishness.

- Not ours, Cathy.

What is it, Boyd?

- Commander, we've established contact

with the convoy escort.

They're off course, 12 degrees from the curve of follow.

- Connect me with the convoy escort.

Plug in the speaker, Boyd. - Yes sir.

Mike Sierra one five.

This is Mars Base Three, over.

- Mars Base Three, this is Mike Sierra one five.

Go ahead.

Do you know the causes

of your deviation from course?

- Causes unknown.

We have been in free-fall navigation

for one-zero-three Earth hours.

Deviation became noticeable just nine hours ago.

- Request permission to operate rocket propulsion motors

in order to correct course.

- There's no other solution.

- Permission granted.

- Gyroscopes in operation.

Juliet five, this is Mike Sierra one five.

Duplicate our maneuver, over.

- Mike Sierra one five, this is Juliet five, Wilco out.

- Gyroscopes at maximum.

- Gyroscopes at maximum.

- Engines at eight gammas.

Engines at 10 gammas.

Inversion 35 degrees.

- Will they be able to get back on course, Commander?

- I don't see why not, Boyd.

- Bob, Fred Steele's message.

- Open the protector dome at the parabolic antennas.

Switch on the electronic telescope.

- The magnetic storm is past its peak

but there is still an inferno raging outside, sir.

- Execute the order.

This is the space I want to be scanned.

- Yes sir.

- The dome is opening.

They're still off course

with a constant of two degrees increase.

- Mike Sierra one five, this is Mars Base Three.

Juliet five copy.

Increase rocket power to 12 gammas

and correct inversion another one five degrees.

- Wilco.

- Engines at 12 gammas.

- Six degrees

with a peri-Martian displacement of 700 miles.

- Mike Sierra one five, this is Base Three.

Juliet five copy.

Demos is out of orbit, it may intersect your course.

- It's coming towards us.

- We're falling.

- The cargo carrier can't make it, it's too heavy.

- Commander.

- Order the cargo carrier pilots

to launch themselves in space, to be picked up.

Hurry.

- Juliet five, this is Base Three.

Adopt emergency system.

- Fred was right.

We must calculate mass, size and speed

in order to determine its field of attraction.

- Mike Sierra one five, this is Base Three.

Increase rocket power.

Attempt rescue Juliet five pilots.

- Wilco, engines at maximum.

Juliet five, this is Mike Sierra one five.

Prepare to effect self-launching.

- Ready in spacesuits.

Emergency system in operation.

- We have opened our depression chamber.

Minus five, four, three, two, one, go.

Base Three, this is Mike Sierra one five.

Rescue operation effected.

Request maneuver instructions, over.

This is Base Three.

Invert another 10 degrees relative to tangent of demos.

- Specify speed of course.

- Hold tight just a few seconds more.

- Countermand the order.

- But Commander!

- Mike Sierra one five, this is Base Three.

Disregard last order.

Execute 35 degree inversion, speed 16,000 miles.

But then we'll head straight for demos.

- Execute.

- But that's murder.

You're sending them to certain death.

- That'll do, Boyd.

- I'm sorry, Commander.

- I know what I'm doing.

Don't you understand Boyd, that the fields of attraction

have undergone an incredible modification?

- We're falling, we're falling!

- Don't change course.

Keep rocket power at maximum.

Confirm.

- Lewis, Lewis, answer.

Answer me, Lewis.

- We're getting away, we're getting away.

- I never thought we'd make it, Lewis.

- They'll be landing here on Mars in a few minutes.

- Commander, please excuse me.

- Don't let it worry you, Boyd.

You just lost your bearings for a moment.

- Lewis, the first pilot on that spaceship, is my son.

Thank you for having brought him back to me.

- You shouldn't thank me.

We must prepare a report for the High Command

and transmit to Earth its death sentence.

Mars Base Three calling Earth.

- I was the one, I, and Fred.

- Fred?

- Dr. Steele. - Oh, yeah.

Your boyfriend.

You disobeyed my orders.

- We saved human lives.

- Are you going to get a medal?

- We won't.

Maybe the base Commander on Mars will.

But we didn't do it to win a prize.

- All the more prize-worthy.

Aren't you aware, you silly girl,

that by this peremptory gesture of yours,

you've created a panic?

Before I could-- - Before?

- Before I could complete my studies of "The Outsider."

- But Professor-

- Oh, I know what you're going to say.

Something about the salvation of human lives.

You're a great disappointment to me, Miss Barnett.

- I've been here at your side

for several years now, Professor,

and I've learned, if I may say so, to know you.

- And I have lived with myself many more years than you,

if I may say so.

And I know myself better.

- Why are you so determined to appear pitiless?

- I have no time to lose in popularity contests,

and you don't either.

Your young man is waiting for you.

Is that Commander Cole's report

on "The Outsider's" field of attraction?

- Yes.

- Goodbye, Eve.

Oh, this is interesting.

I could almost beg your pardon.

Extraordinary.

This confirms everything.

Eve.

Eve?

Ah.

- Five minutes to go, Dr. Steele.

- What's that for?

- I don't know.

- Fred.

We can't.

We can't go.

- Why?

- What's happening now is bigger than we are.

- It's not only happening here.

It's happening in New York, in Moscow,

in the tiniest village in Africa.

But here-

- The important thing is to face it together.

- Forgive me, Fred.

You've always done everything I've ever wanted.

You don't deserve...

But I'm not going.

- I'll go by myself.

- Dears, neither one of you is leaving.

- Dr. Steele, the flight's suspended.

- And so are all transfer permissions.

All scientists have been mobilized as of today.

Let's hope they give us uniforms,

then we'll all be equals together, won't we?

And darlings, you'll be interested to know

that the old man has been severely reprimanded.

- Reprimanded!

I have been reprimanded.

As usual, the bigwigs have to try to find a scapegoat.

- You must try to understand them, Professor.

The news caught them by surprise.

Panic has been widespread and perhaps they think,

mistakenly, that if they'd been informed in time-

- Wonderful, wonderful.

What's your name?

Cornfield I believe.

Well, Mr. Cornfield, you are wonderful.

You have a facile tongue.

Well, for once I will loosen my tongue.

I didn't say anything because I wouldn't have been believed.

You know it's not difficult to tell the truth,

but it's impossible to be believed.

You want an example?

Read it.

It's written here that in spite of all predictions,

"The Outsider" will not collide with the Earth.

Go on, get out of the way, Gideon, that's the boy.

- Professor Benson, in brief, you maintain that-

- I maintain nothing.

I ascertain.

I ascertain on the basis of my formatical elements,

which are reputable,

that "The Outsider" will bypass the Earth

at a distance of 95,000 miles

without even dreaming of grazing the outside edge

of our atmosphere.

- Greenwich, Mount Palomar

and the observatory in the Urals,

as well as the bases on Mars and the moon

have formulated other forecasts that are very different.

Your esteemed colleague Newman

and the great physicist Ratolf

have expressed as their opinion-

- Mr. Cornfield.

There's only one opinion that interests me, my own.

Oh, one would say, ladies and gentlemen,

that you are disappointed to learn

that the end of the world has been postponed.

Clear the launching ramps.

Spaceship Alpha two three in arrival.

- Engines off.

- Welcome back to Earth, Cole.

- General Varreck, my wife and assistant.

- We haven't a moment to lose.

We must go to the High Command immediately.

- I understand the fear psychosis is very grave.

- Everyone wants to run away, but where?

It's impossible to predict

on what part of the globe "The Outsider" will fall.

Gentlemen.

- We've heard about the wave of suicides and riots.

- To stem them,

we've even gone so far as to announce our official approval

of a theory of that Charlatan Benson.

- What is Professor Benson's theory, General?

- "The Outsider" will bypass the Earth

at a distance of 95,000 miles on its course toward the sun.

We know damn well it's not true.

- Of course.

- However, we have committed ourselves

to destroy "The Outsider" beyond the limits

of the Earth's atmosphere.

- I've worked out a detailed

development of the automatic plan of strategy

which you transmitted to me.

- Good, we will compare your conclusions with ours.

Your nomination as operational commander

has been met with a feeling of universal relief, Cole.

- But my name's unknown to the public, General.

- Don't forget that you were the first

to discover "The Outsider."

- All I did was receive the information

communicated to me by Dr. Steele.

- I decoded the message myself.

- We know all that.

However, the people have faith in you.

It's not to our interest to disillusion them.

- General--

- Today we are facing an adversary

just as much to be feared as "The Outsider," public opinion.

- But the truth is--

- We cannot afford to split hairs.

From now on, we can only rely on one thing.

- Eve!

Eve!

- It's useless.

You don't even exist for her.

- Professor! - Mhm?

- Professor!

Professor Benson, it stopped just as you predicted.

"The Outsider" has started to orbit around the Earth.

- What did you say?

- Professor, it stopped at exactly 95,000 miles,

just as you calculated.

- And it's gone into orbit?

- Congratulations.

Professor Benson, my congratulations.

- Stand back, you madmen.

Give me your reports.

It's impossible.

Why?

- The first time in my life

I have made an error in calculus,

an error that is mathematically impossible.

"The Outsider" should not have gone into orbit.

- Benson, is your little error in calculus

the only thing you could think of?

- Dr. Steele, I have never held you in very high esteem,

but I must admit that this time, without knowing it,

you have put me on the right track.

You're right.

For once, I shall not depend on mathematical calculations.

Cornfield, you know much better than I

how to operate these stupid visual screens

that permit us to talk to the bigwigs in politics

and the military forces.

I have no intention of speaking to them, but you will.

You will inform them, in my name if you like,

that "The Outsider" must be destroyed, and immediately.

- Can't you get any closer with the telescopic lens, Boyd?

- This is the maximum.

- Spectroscopic examination reveals existence

of two mineral salts unknown to the solar system.

- Complete absence of atmosphere.

Interior mass is not compact, possibly made up of gasses.

- External radioactivity soundings

register increasingly high percentage.

- We could make more detailed findings

in a reconnaissance flight to "The Outsider.“

- Benson's against it.

- Benson?

- They all hang on his word these days,

and he just keeps repeating, "Destroy it immediately."

- With the radioactivity I just registered, I'd go slow.

If atomic missiles are used,

the explosion could cause

some pretty serious chain reactions.

- I think so too.

We must have more data to work on, no matter what the cost.

- Professor.

I've never seen you before outside your den as they call it.

- My dear.

- Aren't you feeling well, Professor?

-Ah.

- Here are the latest readings.

- Still all right.

They'll soon see.

Do you know what is the most tiring thing of all, Eve?

Having to communicate and explain

when the important thing is to know.

Do you love your neighbor, Eve?

I ought to say to the devil with alarm,

"My duty is to science.

I'm a scientist, not a defender of the human race."

Hell, they don't want to destroy "The Outsider."

They want to explore it.

That'll be funny.

Come along with me.

- Where?

- We're going to enjoy the show.

Come on.

I don't know the way.

Yes, Professor.

- Professor, we are honored.

That's it precisely, we are honored-

- Do you mind if I sit down?

I've walked long enough.

- Sit here.

Oh, what a lovely surprise.

Would you care for a cup of coffee?

- I'm not here on a social visit.

- Oh, excuse me.

- I've come to drink a cup of gall.

Cornfield, are you quite certain that you made it clear

to the High Command my complete disapproval

of this further waste of time?

- More than once, I assure you,

but the United Commission declared

that the disintegration of "The Outsider"

would be too risky so close to the Earth.

- Idiots.

Is that where you look?

- Precisely, Professor.

We've just established contact.

- Here is clear enough.

They seem to have made some progress in this field.

- Well, this spaceship is equipped

for an exhaustive examination

of "The Outsider's" internal mass structure,

and the research exploration team

is composed of the very best scientists in the world.

- I don't understand why they didn't invite you

to the party, Dr. Cornfield.

- They will approach the planet

until they are within 75 miles of its surface.

- What did you say?

- 75 miles, precisely.

- A match.

Somebody please give me a match.

- High Command, this is Bravo Zebra eight.

We have entered into orbit

and are circling on a radius of 350 miles.

- Proceeding with electronic soundings, over.

- Execute reduction of orbit and spar across, over.

- Maneuver executed.

Everything in order, over.

- Looks like a kid's show.

Watch out, turn back.

- Engines at maximum.

Inversion course 45 degrees.

- General Varreck, why did you leave me grounded?

- You'll have other opportunities to play the hero.

Look.

- They're overtaking us.

They're overtaking us!

- Well, you've all seen

and I've had my satisfaction.

I made no error in calculus.

"The Outsider" should not have gone into orbit.

Since it did,

it's because there was a voluntary modification.

- You said voluntary?

- Precisely.

Cornfield, put me in contact with the department bigwigs.

The time has come to look them in the eye.

Now, leave me alone.

I am Benson.

I want to speak to you.

It's about time I did.

- No one has ever prevented you.

- I want to be listened to then.

It depends on what you say.

- It's very serious.

Your days are numbered.

- Just a moment.

I prefer that you speak before the United Commission.

- Professor Benson.

- Gentlemen, you have exactly 840 hours left

in which to act.

In the meantime, "The Outsider" will be tightening its orbit

around the Earth.

It will descend to a distance of 45,000 miles

from the Earth's surface, and then-

- What proof do you have?

- You'll find them written there.

I take it for granted you know how to read.

- The formulas have just been photographed.

We will examine your hypothesis most attentively.

- This is no hypothesis.

I tell you that "The Outsider,"

in tightening its orbit around the Earth,

will provoke serious upsets

in the balance of nature's elements.

Changes of climate

and orography in vast zones of the globe.

- You're concerned about the fate of the human race.

- You're wrong, my dear sir.

I am not moved by humanitarian motives.

- Why then, Professor Benson?

- I want to know the truth.

What truth?

- That's hidden inside the nucleus of "The Outsider."

I'll make you a deal.

- Benson, you explain yourself fast.

- Find yourself to the heart of the matter.

- Please tell us, Professor Benson.

- I have already determined that deep

within "The Outsider" there are conscious beings

who come from another galaxy, fugitives perhaps

from a dying world.

Then according to you,

"The Outsider" is a kind of survivor's raft.

- That's a colorful description, but it states the case.

These space survivors

are attracted to the Earth's life-giving warmth.

Very well then.

I present you with a possibility of saving the human race.

That is, to put it bluntly, I will save your lives for you.

Yours, and yours, and yours

on one condition,

that you give me the necessary means

for studying and uncovering "The Outsider's" secret.

- What means, Professor Benson?

- I ask to have the absolute command

of all operations invested in my hands.

- Professor? - Mhm?

I scared them all away.

- Shall I walk you back to the house?

- In the name of the United Commission,

I am instructed to communicate to you

our most profound admiration and gratitude,

Professor Benson.

The Executive Office has proposed you

for the highest academic award.

- I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

- As for your request,

the United Commission finds it necessary to turn it down.

- That doesn't surprise me.

- Under the circumstances,

the initiative parties to the military forces, this is war.

- And I'm not of draft age.

- In substance, the operational plan is all here,

in these buttons.

From the first to the ninth wave.

There are three regular strategic alternatives

and one for emergency.

This automatic plan has been conceived

by our military engineers, guided by Commander Robert Cole.

We're depending on you, Mr. Barrington,

as Chief of the Psychological Bureau,

to unleash every propaganda means at your disposal

to tranquilize public opinion.

- You can count on it, General.

I believe I have all the elements necessary.

- Gentlemen.

- Bob, don't you think Varreck is oversimplifying?

- That's one way to gather courage.

- When I think of how we got married

based on a psychotechnical examination

which determined the affinity

between our individual characteristics.

- What's this all about, Cathy?

- Now I bless that psychotechnical exam.

I love you, Bob.

I'd like to have a house of our own and babies.

- I don't remember that from the psychotechnical exam.

- But I'm happy, even like this,

as long as you never leave me.

Take me with you, Bob.

- Up there?

- The plan is all here.

I want to be included in one of those buttons,

but only because you're there.

This is the one, isn't it?

- The ninth wave, the last one, but you--

- Don't forget Benson.

- What's Benson got to do with it?

- Remember his prediction, 840 hours left.

- Only 118 have passed, even admitting that he's right.

- Do I have to climb down,

or can I listen to you from up here?

- I know the plan of attack.

First, the telecontrolled missiles will be launched

as a diversion tactic.

The discs will enter into their usual formations,

provoking what the military experts refer to

as the moment of neutralization.

Only then will the space ships attack the discs

and destroy them.

- That technique's as old as the hills.

Where's the clever tactics, mhm?

Why are you telling me all this stupid nonsense?

- The squadron Commander is Bob Cole,

who was the instructor of my class at school.

- Fine class that must have been, judging by the results.

- He has asked me to take part in the expedition.

Young fella, this is a dangerous mission,

or as they say in such cases, a hopeless one.

- I know, but I need your permission.

I'm still part of the scientific complement here.

- I don't like the smell of this story.

- Why? - Because it's inspired

by non-scientific motives.

Explain yourself, Professor.

- What the devil do you think I'm doing?

Eve, I want to present you a hero.

He wants to go to war all because of you.

- Because of me?

- Miss Barnett and I no longer have anything in common.

It was all a big mistake.

- Fred!

- I've been made aware that Miss Barnett

is completely indifferent as far as I am concerned.

And fortunately I've discovered

that I have the same feeling of indifference regarding her.

- What?

What a dull, silly little performance this is,

right out of a 19th century melodrama.

- Professor, if Eve still interested me one little bit,

I wouldn't be going out of my way to look for trouble,

as you seem to be intimating.

- Nonsense.

Human feelings are inconsistent.

In fact, they're the only inconsistent elements

in all nature.

Be quiet, Gideon.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

All right, Steele.

You can go with your old college chum

and have yourselves a nice class reunion.

I've just had an idea.

Naturally, it's a great one.

- High Command, this is Alpha two three.

Three disc formations sighted.

- That's enough, cut off the telecommand.

- Are you crazy?

- Cut off the telecommand, I say.

We must maneuver freely.

- That would be an act of insubordination.

- Two discs are heading towards us.

- Gamble your career, you idiot,

if you don't want to gamble your life.

- Alpha two three has cut off the telecommand.

- Hit one of them, Bob.

Not with the ray, run into him.

Don't look at me like that, I'm not insane.

He can't see you,

and if you don't use the radio, he won't hear you.

Go to it, Bob.

Do as I tell you.

- It's Fred Steele's spaceship.

- Professor.

- Wait a few seconds, my girl,

before you put me on the rack.

- You must pass as close to him as possible,

almost grazing him.

Pass him.

- It's falling, it's falling towards the earth.

- The other discs are retreating.

- At this speed they'll burn up

when they hit the atmosphere.

- At least Cole and his men will end up in glory.

- Dammit Bob, you've got to regain control.

Maybe- - This is my party, Fred.

Close your big mouth.

Watch out.

I'm cutting off the engines.

Gyroscopes at maximum.

As soon as we're perpendicular to the Earth,

I'll start the engines again.

- What about the disc?

- If it had as good a pilot as we do, it's safe.

- Engines.

- Cornfield!

Contact the High Command immediately.

Tell them in my name to call back all surviving spaceships.

The fallen disc must be recovered at all costs.

As for you my girl,

you get hold of that sometime suitor of yours,

if he's still alive.

I want his report on the fallen disc.

And if the bigwigs don't want to listen to me

this time either, you can tell them in my name

to all go to hell.

- It's slowing down.

- The disc is slowing down.

- But it can't free itself from the force of gravity.

It's planing, it's planing.

So is Cole.

Soon, very soon now,

we'll be looking "The Outsider's" inhabitants in the face.

- Quickly Eve, connect me with Professor Benson.

Right away, Fred.

- We've forced an entry, sir.

- This is Steele calling Professor Benson.

Speak up, young fella.

- Professor, we've entered the disc.

We've searched everywhere.

There's no one here.

- Who do you expect to see, your grandmother?

Look harder.

- Everything is connected to a cylinder.

It's transparent.

It seems to be made of quartz with changing colors.

- It's there.

What is?

- The cipher.

Get official permission, or steal it, anything you like,

but bring it here.

That's not it, Cornfield.

I detest your stupid gadgets,

but at least I know that you should raise the frequency

and reduce the wavelength.

- That's as far as it can go, Professor.

- Mhm, you mean as far as you can go.

Ah, I was waiting for you, my girl.

Atmospheric radioactivity rising.

"The Outsider" is closing in.

- Fred, listen.

- We can't wait any longer.

There are only 216 hours left.

Benson must be reminded of his own prophecy.

- The key to the cipher

may be discovered any moment now, or maybe never.

- It's a terrible, drawn-out agony for the whole world.

- The abrupt end that everyone expected

would have been better.

- Most things happen unexpectedly, even the apocalypse.

- Oh, I have faith in Benson the mathematician,

but in Benson the cannon maker...

- Don't be disturbed by the welcome you get.

The old man hates polite chatter

and has no sense of hospitality.

- Excuse me, but have you two made up?

- We haven't had time, or the opportunity.

- There's only one thing

out of step with the times, Eve, love.

Please forgive me.

- Quite the contrary, I'm grateful to you, Cathy.

- I'm afraid Eve, not of suffering myself,

but I'm afraid for him, my husband.

- Coming?

- I'm very glad to meet you, Commander.

I've heard quite a lot about you from Dr. Steele.

Your wife?

- Yes.

- Delighted.

Any kids?

- No, but we will have someday.

- Good for you.

Take a chair.

Mrs. Collins?

I think the moment has come

for you to offer some of your delicious coffee.

Mrs. Collins is so good, psychic you know.

And these are my kids, my collaborators I should say,

and this is Dr. Cornfield, yes, the eldest.

The dean, I mean.

Have a cigar, mhm?

I don't mind if I do.

Ah, Gibson, what about some music?

- Professor, I'm very grateful to you

for your courtesy, but-

- You don't like music?

- Not very much.

- Oh, but Commander, music is language,

the language of the bodies in space.

Have you never heard of Pythagoras,

the Harmony of the Spheres, the language of numbers?

But of course,

you come from the same school as Dr. Steele.

- Professor! - Enough.

I have found, you understand

a richer language than your rude, imperfect spoken tongue.

An order, which sound will give from afar,

will make you, Cole, the most listened to Commander

in the history of the human race,

because we have deciphered for you

the language of "The Outsider."

And you will speak to the discs up there.

You will give the order and they will destroy themselves,

and your weapons will be like these,

this, and that, and that.

- Oscillators.

- Precisely, the highest of frequencies,

wavelength six millimeters.

- Cornfield, you're wonderful.

Gibson, Reynolds, Moran, music.

What are we waiting for?

Listen, listen to this.

I will write the score, and you will play it.

Watch this!

- Now it's our turn.

Cornfield, Reynolds, Gibson, Moran, music.

- No, not yet!

- Professor Benson, the military operation

for destroying "The Outsider"

is ready to go into effect immediately.

- But I want to discover the whole truth.

It's passing close by to us.

I cannot agree to let you destroy it out of cowardice.

Professor, there are only 72 hours left

in the time limit you yourself set.

- But you cannot destroy it on me, not when I'm so close.

- Professor, you act as if it were your personal property.

- Silence is nobody's personal property.

Very well then, you deserve what's coming to you.

What do you mean?

- You have studied the planet's surface,

but you have not torn open its bowels,

which spewed forth the discs that I destroyed.

That's where the truth is hidden, deep inside.

You will destroy an unopened tin can,

and that tin can will blow up in your hands.

- Do you really think there is someone inside?

- More than someone.

Gentlemen, I will give you a guarantee.

For the first time, the first time in my scientific life,

I will come out of my den, prepared to pay with my person.

- Engine's off, release standing support.

- Professor, Professor, how do you feel?

- Like I never felt before, my dear.

- The radioactivity percentage is very high.

The Amiather spacesuits won't protect us for very long.

- Long enough.

- Remember, Professor, that you must obey my orders.

- Aye aye, sir.

- We have just three hours.

Then "The Outsider" will be destroyed.

- What a pity.

My watch is always slow.

- You should wear both of them.

- One is even more than enough.

- Your glasses, Professor.

- To see the truth.

- Electromagnetic field at y strength.

- Radioactivity percentage in relative increase.

- Turn back, Professor.

It's a vast desert.

We'd have to search for months

to find the underground entrance, if there is one.

- Oh, shut up.

I know the way.

- You're exaggerating your merits, Professor.

- The signal.

I'm being guided by the signal.

Follow me.

The discs took off from here.

- That's all there is, let's go back.

- There they are.

Dead creatures.

You needn't be afraid of them.

They tried in vain to escape from a world dying in agony,

up in one of the higher galaxies.

They have been traveling for millions of light years.

This planet that was intended as their Noah's Ark

has become their tomb.

- Why did it killed them?

- Perhaps they hoped that their future generations

would land on a living world, if only a blind one like ours.

Perhaps the secret of their death is locked inside here.

Radioactivity must have destroyed them.

Benson Expedition, this X-ray one five, over.

- X-Ray one five, this is Benson Expedition, go ahead.

Return immediately, return immediately.

- Wilco, prepare to leave.

- Not yet.

Don't you understand, you crazy fools,

that their plans have survived their death,

only to set them down on the Earth uselessly?

Those plans are condensed in something here

which we must find.

Then we shall be able to penetrate the secret

of their immortal formulas.

Destruction plan ready for activation.

- No!

- Professor, turn back, I beg you.

Orders from High Command, return immediately.

- Eve, Eve.

- Boyd, I'll join you later, I can't leave him here.

That's an order, get back to the ship.

Cathy!

- Professor Benson!

Professor.

- Eve, Eve!

- Cathy, Cathy.

- Professor Benson, turn back.

Professor Benson--

- Eve, Eve, we must get out of here.

- Professor Benson, where are you?

- Here it is.

The electronic brain is here.

The truth, I'm nearing it,

I'm getting closer.

- Benson, this truth of yours will cost you your life.

- And what importance does life have, young fella,

if to live means not to know?

- We don't wanna know, Benson, we want to live.

- Watch out, Eve.

"The Outsider" is defending itself.

- Boyd to Commander Cole.

Boyd to Commander Cole.

In the name of God, Commander, answer me.

- We've run around in a circle, let's get out of here.

We're way in the cave.

We've reached it!

No Cathy, no!

- Bob, Bob!

- We won't leave, Commander, if you don't come back.

- I can't make it.

Save yourselves.

Go Bob, go.

- Never Cathy, never.

- My son Lewis and two other men are coming to get you.

Answer.

- Boyd is trying to repay you.

He is right, save yourselves.

Eve, I beg you.

- Within 50 seconds the plan will go into action.

You're committing suicide.

- The rescue squad is about to pick up the missing party.

Just a few more seconds, General.

- Launch missiles and special warheads.

That's an order.

- Minus 10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

- Contact.

- I have the formula.

I know the truth.

Now I can order "The Outsider" to go away.

Stop your useless missiles.

- Engines.

- Hold on.

Hold on, dearest.

You can't die.

You can't die.

Cathy, Cathy!

Cathy!

High Command, this is X-ray one five, over.

High Command, this is X-ray one five.

We're approaching safety distance.

- Good bye, Professor.

- Now you won't know.

You'll never know now.

- Poor Benson.

If they opened up his chest they'd find a formula

where his heart should have been.

♪ Outsider ♪

♪ The Outsider ♪

♪ Is coming ♪