All language subtitles for The.Masters.Of.Time.1982.1080p.BluR

THE TIME MASTERS

Why are you going so fast?

It's just for fun.

Hello, Jaffar?

Calling Jaffar.

Claude here.

Answer me!

Come in!

- Who are you talking to?
- Jaffar, this is Claude.

Where are you?

Can you read me?

I'll leave a message.

Jaffar, this is Claude.

I'm calling
from the planet Perdide.

Northern hemisphere, 73rd sector,

16:50, universal time.

Jaffar, the hornets
attacked us by surprise!

It was horrible.

Annie's dead.

I'm heading for the zone
of the Dolongs.

I've crashed.

I'm trapped. I'm sending Piel
into the Dolongs with a microphone.

For God's sake,
come get him!

Hurry!

I beg you!

Thank you, Jaffar...

and good-bye.

Claude.

Take this, Piel.

- Catch this.
- What is it?

It's a toy that can speak.

- Is this a toy?
- Yes, it's a microphone.

Call it Mike.
Mike is a friend of yours.

When Mike talks to you,
you must do exactly what he says.

Now run as fast as you can
through the Dolongs...

and stay there until the machine...
until Mike...

talks to you.

I can't run.
My knee hurts.

Anyway, I don't want to go
into the Dolongs.

I want to go home.

Your mother doesn't want us
to come home right now.

Do as I say!
Run through the Dolongs.

Run, I tell you! Run!

Well, very nice.

What's the matter?

- You idiot.
- What's got into you?

What are you doing?

Look what's happening.

We almost collided with that meteor
while you were taking a nap.

I don't understand.

I thought the collision-swerve control
was automatic.

Yes, but only for matches that weigh
less than 10,000 tons.

Well, I didn't know that.

You don't know very much.

Hello. I have refreshments
for the navigators.

Is anything wrong?

- No, nothing's wrong.
- Holy stardust!

How long has this signal been on?

How should I know? I don't understand
anything about this tub of yours.

Jaffar, this is Claude.

Where are you?
Can you read me?

I'll leave a message.

Jaffar, this is Claude

I'm calling from the planet Perdide.

Northern hemisphere...

73rd sector,
16:50, universal time.

Jaffar, the hornets
attacked us by surprise!

It was horrible.

Annie's dead.

I'm heading for
the zone of the Dolongs.

Jaffar, I've crashed.

I'm trapped.

I'm sending Piel into the Dolongs
with a microphone.

For God's sake, come get him!

Hurry! I beg you!

Thank you, Jaffar, and good-bye.

Piel! Can you hear me?

Answer if you hear me.

Piel? Piel?

Can you hear me, Piel?

Answer me!

Piel! Piel!...

I don't like you.

And I don't like your lights,
either.

I don't like you either.

What?

I didn't know
you could hear me, Mike.

Piel, is that you?

Of course it's me.

Where are you?

Right here, in front of you.

Piel, I'm speaking to you
from far, far away.

Really, Jaffar,
he doesn't understand.

- Perhaps you should...
- Why do you have two voices?

Answer, Mike.
I know your name is Mike.

Why do you have two voices?

You're right, Piel.
My name is Mike.

And I have two voices because
I have practically nothing else.

I don't have eyes to see with,
nor legs to walk with...

nor arms to hold things with.

So instead, I have two voices...

and I can even have more than two.

Do you understand?

I think so.

- You're in a forest now, aren't you?
- Yes.

With glowing red and yellow fruit?

Yes, that's right.

Good. Just wait there.

Just one second.

Are you saying that we are no longer
going to Aldebaran?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

But Captain, we are paying you
a fortune to take us to Aldebaran.

You can't break your word.

I didn't promise you anything,
Prince Matton.

It so happened I was on my way
to Aldebaran.

It was your idea
to join the ship...

and with half the public treasury
in your possession.

Only that which is mine.

Don't make me laugh.

The entire police force of
the Interplanetary Reform Alliance...

is on your heels.

Your destination
makes no difference to you.

It can be Aldebaran,
or anywhere else...

just as long as you get away.

Yes, I've changed our destination.

It's no longer Aldebaran.
It's Perdide.

Consider yourself lucky, Prince,
to be going anywhere at all...

and that I've taken pity on you.

And don't smoke on board ship!

Oxygen is precious.

Go down to your cabin
and buckle in.

In order to reach Perdide, we'll
first have to land on Devil's Ball...

and then arc over to Gamma Ten.

On Gamma Ten, we'll have to wait until
the passage of the Blue Comet.

By keeping within the magnetic field
of the comet...

we can hope to approach Perdide
in one month, real time.

Mike, why have you been so quiet?

Piel, I'm busy right now.

I'll talk to you later.

Oh, they're lovely.

Silbad calls them his shroos.

Jaffar, you rascal, you!

Why didn't you warn me?

It wouldn't be so bad, Perdide,
if it weren't for the Frelons.

You know about the Frelons
of Perdide, Princess?

Here. Look at this.

The Frelons of Perdide
did it to me years ago.

They like to eat
the brain of a man...

just as if
it were a soft-boiled egg.

Mr. Silbad, if you don't mind...

Sorry, Prince.

As you were saying, Jaffar.
Your friend Claude?

Claude has a son called Piel.

A son!

It's bad enough being loaded down
with a wife, but a kid too...

I tell you, Jaffar,
your friend is doomed.

He's dead.

Those Frelons again.

His wife too, and the boy?

The boy's taken refuge
in the Dolongs.

As long as he stays
in the Dolong forest, he's safe.

The pollen from the trees
keeps off the Frelons.

No other settlers around?

Piel is totally alone in Perdide.

How old is he?

He must be somewhere between
five and ten Earth years.

The only link you have with him
is through that mike?

A little marvel, that microphone.

Instant communication
anywhere in Space Five.

Yes. Claude gave it to me.

He thought I might need help
one day.

As it turned out,
he was the one who needed it.

Let me think.

They've been singing for three days.

It won't be long
before they metamorphose.

If someone...
someone who knows Perdide very well...

were to remain in constant contact
with the boy...

and keep telling him
just what to do, he can get out.

He can make it.

How long will it take you
to get there?

Hello, Piel.
Are you there?

How would you like to hear a song?

Listen to this.

What about
"The Song of the Lamprey Guzzlers"?

Do you know that one?

Sing it to me, Mike.

Well I'd like to introduce myself

If you can spare the time

To listen to this song and help
my story to unwind

I'm the Astro Guzzler
the Interstellar Fool

Riding on my Lamprey
and everything is beautiful

I can see a million eyes

Smile at me as I go by

I'm another Peter Pan

I'm another Superman

Rollin'along the stars with nothin'
much to do

I'm another Robin Hood

Who's in the neighborhood

But I couldn't hurt nobody
if I wanted to

And I couldn't give a care

'Cause I'm a millionaire

When people say I'm "starey-eyed"
no I don't care

I'm another Peter Pan

I'm another Superman

I never cry
Why should I

When I don't feel blue

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself...

singing those kind of songs
to a child.

Why did you stop, Mike?

Keep singing.

I'll sing the rest later on.

Right now, little one...

I want you to eat one of those
pretty red fruits.

I'm tired of them.

Isn't there anything else?

Do you want me to get angry?

Okay, okay.

What's a lamprey?

Ah, my boy, that was
a proud space vessel...

the last of an illustrious fleet.

What's a guzzler?

Well, now, that's, uh...

Guzzle...
that means sort of to drink.

So guzzlers are people
who like to drink...

just a tiny little bit.

You know, Mike, that's just
what I'd like to do... drink.

- I'm thirsty.
- I've already told you.

You can drink the juice that comes
from the red fruits.

I don't like that taste.

Couldn't I have some water?

Listen, son. I know something
that's much better than water.

Is there a strawberry
near where you are?

A huge, enormous strawberry?

I can't see any.

Look around a little.

They grow on the trunks
of trees.

There must be some around.

There's one, over there.

Right. I'm standing in front
of your big, fat strawberry.

- What shall I do now?
- You see those soft, round spots on it?

- Yes.
- Burst them open with your finger...

and something will flow out
that's much better than water.

That's good!

Now what are you up to?

First you sing him drinking songs...

and now it sounds as if
you're trying to get him drunk.

Under the circumstances, my friend,
we can't be choosy.

The juice of the legol contains
a harmless alkaloid...

but it'll help him sleep.

The more the boy sleeps,
the better.

It'll keep him out of trouble.

Are you sure
it won't intoxicate him?

...
If he soaks up the stuff
for a month straight...

then maybe yes, a little.

But he'll get over it
very quickly.

Believe me.
I know from experience.

I think I'll go for a swim.

I really like your friend.

I'm glad.
He's quite a character, isn't he?

He certainly is.

- You know...
- Yes?

I don't know, but somehow I get the
impression he's hiding a deep sorrow.

Maybe I'm just imagining things.

Not completely.

The fact is, Silbad does suffer.

- His head?
- His heart.

Silbad has been hopelessly in love
for 20 years.

In love? With whom?

With this planet.

You're going to witness
something very rare.

Close your minds!
They're arriving!

Oh! What's that?

The metamorphosis of the shroos.

But be careful.
Those little scamps are telepathic.

Close your minds!
They're arriving!

Close your minds.
They're arriving.

- Careful.
- Leave us in peace.

Go on, be off with you.

Close your mind, human.
I hear everything.

Look! Two of them
seem to be stuck.

Yes. And the petals
are closing again.

Stay here. I'll go.

Hello, Piel?

Little Piel,
do you hear me?

Would you go and fetch the prince,
please?

If we want to enter
the Blue Comet's magnetic field...

we have to go on board ship
in less than an hour.

I bet you'd be mighty happy
to abandon the prince here.

Certainly not.

You and your code of honor.

Hello.
Who are you?

Come on, now.

Don't be afraid of me.

Am I afraid of you?
'Course not.

Just a minute.

You're not the one who took
my Mike, are you?

Listen, you old pirate,
do you think anything's wrong?

It's been a long time
since we've heard from the boy.

That's true. He should have been awake
for some time now.

I think I hear something.

As if Piel were a long way
from the microphone.

Can you hear me?

Well, I can't shout any louder...

but we have to make a sound
that will catch the boy's attention.

Do you know the war cry of the
fighting monks of Guama Seti Five?

Then you'd better cover your ears.

No comments, please.

Just wait.

Mike, was it you
who shouted like that?

Are you all right?

It sounded like you were
very far away from me.

That's because there was a big animal
sitting on you.

I'm glad I found you again.

Me too, little one.

What happened?
I heard a terrifying noise.

It was nothing, my dear lady.

I was just clearing my throat.

I drew it from memory.

Here's the Desert of the Sooks.

The Dolongs are here.

Claude was driving there
from the west.

The little fellow, therefore,
had to cross through here.

Good. There are only
a few grottoes there.

But couldn't the boy
use a grotto for shelter?

My dear lady, the grottoes of Perdide
are full of Sourpleas.

- Full of what?
- Sourpleas...

another scourge on Perdide.

They're a sort of maggot
that burrows into the skin.

Oh, how awful.

- You don't think Piel could be...
- No. I've questioned him thoroughly.

He hasn't got near the grottoes.

What worries me more
is the lake.

The lake?
What's the danger there?

Nothing, really. It's just a body of
water filled with friendly little fish.

However, there's nothing to stop
a kid from drowning...

even in a harmless lake.

By now, Piel must be
very close to it.

There's something odd going on
behind that screen.

Something that doesn't...

Aha! Stowaways!

The others preferred to remain
on Devil's Ball.

To await the next transformation.

Something smells here.

Mind your language
in front of a lady.

Oh, dear. Perhaps it's my perfume.

No, madam, not at all.
Your perfume is exquisite.

You must excuse my chum. He says
anything that pops into his head.

A bad telepathic odor?

That's it!
There's a thought here that stinks.

Now, enough of that.

I'm ashamed of you.

Don't you know how to behave yourself
in polite company?

Anyway, it's gone now.

Piel, are you there?

Yes, I'm here... and I'm getting
fed up with being here too.

Yes, I understand, dear Piel.

So for a change,
why don't we take a little walk?

I don't want to take a walk.
I want to be somewhere else.

Of course, but to be somewhere else,
you have to walk.

I want you to visit a lake.

You'll be able
to wash yourself there.

Why? I'm not dirty.

All right,
you don't have to wash.

But it's pretty there,
and you'll enjoy it.

Well, if I don't have to wash,
okay.

How do I get there?

First, you have to turn your back
to the moon.

Why have you
changed your voice again?

I like the other ones better.

The others have to rest.

How much farther is your lake?

We'll be there
in just a few minutes.

I'm going to see
what the prince is up to.

Ah. Here you are.
I was wondering where you'd gone.

Well, I just wanted to be useful.

Since no one was looking after
the child, I thought I would.

Any new developments?

No. He's asleep.

Look! Like this, they're beautiful.

What's the point
of owning sparkling things...

if all you do is lock them in a bin
like trash?

You know how it is, space mate.

Human beings...
or at least, some of them...

don't care about
the beauty of things.

It's only their value
that interests them.

"Value"?

What is "value"?

A concept.
I read it in their thoughts.

And what's the concept?

To tell the truth,
I don't know for sure.

It's something
that drives men crazy...

at least some of them.

Prince Matton, for one.

Now there I agree with you.

His thoughts smell terrible.

Perhaps we should warn the others.

They're humans, space mate.

We are gnomes.

It's best that we each
mind our own business.

- "Business"? What's "business"?
- None of your business.

Humans have their own way
of doing things...

and we have our way.

I suppose you're right.

But Prince Matton's thoughts
still stink.

There we are. From this point,
we can rely on the computer.

It'll put us in orbit
around Gamma Ten...

and keep us there
until the Blue Comet passes.

Then it will send us
into the comet's gravitational field.

Since we'll be orbiting Gamma Ten...

would we have enough time
to land there?

We could if we wanted to.

All right,
I'll relieve you now.

Oh, but I prefer to stay here
and look after the child.

You see, Jaffar...

when I said a little while ago
that I wanted to be useful...

I truly meant it.

The thoughts of that human
keep smelling worse and worse.

Well, close your mind, space mate.

Those are human affairs,
not ours.

- Piel?
- Well, it's about time!

What happened to you?
Did you fall asleep?

Never mind.Just tell me...

are you still walking?

Don't forget,
you have to reach the lake.

But I'm already there.

Oh, good.
And what have you been doing?

- I saw a big fish.
- Is that all?

Did you wash yourself?

You said I didn't have to.

I've changed my mind.
You have to take a bath.

Walk into the water and head
towards the middle of the lake.

But I'll drown!

Of course you won't,
you little fool.

If you carry me with you,
I'll support you.

I'll make you float on the water.
You'll see.

Are you in the lake yet?

Yes. It's cold.

Walk to the middle of the lake.

Keep walking. Forward!

Obey me!

Oh, Mike, this is getting deep.

- No, Piel! Stop!
- Belle!

- Don't move.
- You wouldn't dare.

Mike! What did you say, Mike?

What do you want me to do now?

I'm cold, and the water's
getting deeper.

Piel, turn around
and head back to shore.

Get out of the lake at once.

Belle, listen.
I can explain.

It's perfectly clear.

But if we continue on to Perdide,
we're finished.

They'll take my treasure.

We'll be nothing but miserable tramps,
wandering from planet to planet.

Jaffar, please come here
immediately.

Right. I'm coming.

Go to the Dolongs
and dry yourself, Piel...

and wait there
until I speak to you again.

I have to think for a moment.

Belle, have pity on me.

Try to understand.

If you tell Jaffar
I tried to kill the child...

he'll throw me out into space.

Belle, please, I beg you!

What happened?

Mike, I did what you told me to do.

I've come out of the lake,
and I'm drying myself with some leaves.

Now what should I do?

Just wait there.

I see.

- May I make a suggestion?
- Go ahead.

Oh, no!

There go all our decorations.

All that work for nothing.

I'm beginning to think
that the human race is crazy!

Let me out!
I'll kill you!

I swear, I'll kill you!

Good grief!

We've got to do something.

I can't take anymore
of that human's thoughts.

I'll simply die
if he continues.

Yes. He's giving me
a splitting headache.

Look. He wants
to get out of here, right?

Perhaps if we were to...

Don't talk nonsense, space mate.

That type is a cosmic danger.

Jad, I'm getting sick.

Let's help him escape.

All he wants is to take the
shuttle craft and land on Gamma Ten.

That's not all, Yula.

He also wants
to recover his treasury...

and recruit mercenaries
and massacre everybody.

No. We can't let him get away.

But he'll never come back
from Gamma Ten.

What do you mean?

Can't you hear that planet?

Hear it?
It's bursting my eardrums.

Mine too, space mate.

That's a world I don't want
to have anything to do with.

He'll never leave it.

No. Not a chance.

Well, then, shall we liberate
that monster?

You're sleepy

Lay easy tonight

You're sleepy

You're high on a flight
of magic

You can when you dream

But remember

You're only a child

Remember

Alone in the wild

Remember

This life can be mean

Everything's fine now, Mike.

I'm warm and I'm sleepy...

and I like it so much when you speak
in a voice like my mum's.

Go to sleep now, little Piel.

I love you, Mike.

And I love you too, little Piel.

What's going on?

Someone's ejected
in the shuttle craft!

It's the prince!

Prepare the emergency capsule.

What kind of planet is this?

What was all that?

I don't know, space mate...

but just a little more of it
and I think my brain would have melted.

I think mine is turning to stone.

We have to do something.

First of all,
let's not lose Jaffar.

Jad, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid
of what's under that dome.

Me too, space mate.
I'm scared stiff.

We're the ones who got Jaffar
into this mess.

Now we'll
have to get him out of it.

We must contact the others
in the spaceship.

We can try.

That thing's liable to swallow
our brains if we're not careful.

Now, my dear lady, there's
nothing we can do except wait...

and hope that Jaffar
will be able to return here...

before the passage
of the Blue Comet...

which only gives him five hours.

At last!
Where were you?

Don't think this is easy for us,
what with that thinking thing.

It's no use. It's too much for you.
But take off my helmet.

Listen. You're going to have
to pilot the shuttle craft.

Tune in on my thoughts,
and I'll show you how to fly it.

Take it back up
to the spaceship.

Tell Silbad to catch the Blue Comet,
and go and save the boy.

And desert you?
Out of the question.

I'm not so sure
it's out of the question.

Why don't we get out of here?

We can always return later
to save Jaffar.

That's it.
Yula is right.

No. Yula is wrong,
and he knows it.

Yula, I'm ashamed of you.

You're a coward, a scaredy-cat,
a crybaby and a milksop.

And what's more, a spineless,
chickenhearted jellyfish.

You know very well
what will happen to Jaffar...

in just a few hours
if we leave him here.

I can take care of myself.

Not against that, Jaffar.
Not against that thing.

- What thing?
- It doesn't have a name.

It's-It's pure thought.

Don't worry.
I can handle pure thought.

I'm afraid it's beyond
even your strength.

The thought will absorb you
as it has all the others.

- What others?
- All those who've set foot on Gamma Ten.

Once they were normal people.

Now they're puppets...
puppets of that thing.

Brothers, it is time.

Once again...

difference has intruded...

on Gamma Ten.

Once again, the ceremony
must take place.

Once again, difference
must be abolished...

and unity restored.

Here they come!
I smell their thoughts.

Relax. We still have a moment.

Pull, Jaffar!

They're coming!
They're coming!

Jad, is there anything I can do?

Matched against the thing,
your thought is powerless...

a feather against a mountain.

That is, unless...

Unless what?

Unless you can turn your thought
against itself...

and against any other thought.

If you can become pure denial,
pure hate, pure insane fury...

Then there's a chance...
a slim chance...

that you can annihilate
the thing.

But you will annihilate yourself
at the same time.

- I prefer to be destroyed than enslaved.
- They're here!

Hurry to the shuttle,
and do exactly as I told you.

Obey me!

Good-bye, Jaffar.

Hurry!

Jaffar, do you think I'm a coward
and a crybaby...

and all those other things
Jad called me?

Of course not.
You're a sweet little gnome, Yula.

That's what you are.
Now good-bye.

Thank you, Jaffar.

Here is the second individual.

Carry him to the glory
of the sameness.

Happiness.

Happiness upon them!

Happiness upon us!

Happiness!

Unity!

Are they going to turn us into fodder
for that blob?

It's more complicated than that...

but that's the general idea.

I propose
that we fight and die together.

That won't do any good, Matt.

Don't you understand?
I propose that we fight.

We can wipe out a few dozen of them
before they crush us.

The enemy is there, Matt.

All those poor creatures
are nothing but puppets.

Then let's attack the blob itself.

- There must be something we can do!
- Yes, there is one thing.

When we're absorbed into it...

when it tries to turn us
into contented puppets...

we must hate ourselves...

and deny ourselves with all the force
in our minds.

We must become madmen
in order to drive it mad.

But even if we succeed...

we'll leave our skins here
as well as our souls.

That suits me fine.

My skin isn't worth much,
and my soul is worth nothing.

The ceremony...

is begun!

In a few moments...

the unhappy ones...

will lose their individuality.

They will be one with us.

We will be one with them!

You know something, space mate?

Your thoughts have an odd smell.

Your intention's a funny color.

That's because I don't appreciate
your thinking I'm a coward.

Come on. We have very little time
before the Blue Comet passes.

Right. Hold tight!

Good-bye, Matt!
Here goes!

No, Jaffar, I'll go!

If you ever get out of this,
take care of Belle.

Monstrous vibration!

Difference is opposing unity!

One individual is hurling himself
into totality!

The ceremony...

is destroyed!

The individual denies
with all his strength!

He denies totality!

Difference denies unity!

Hatred denies happiness!

Fury denies peace!

Galloping galaxies!

What are they doing down there?

I swear, they've started
a planetary war.

You sound worried, Mike.

Is anything the matter?

No, Piel, I'm not worried.

Look, Belle! He did it!
He's returning!

Prepare for takeoff.

- Jaffar, do you hear me?
- Roger.

May I be struck
by a wayward asteroid!

What in the devil's name
is all that?

Sorry. I was a little too busy
to forewarn you, Silbad.

We have guests for dinner.

You're a funny kind of wah-wah,
aren't you?

Have you lost your pals?

Let's go and look for them
together.

Are you quite sure he's gentle?

Oh, yes, Mike.
I told you, he's my pal.

Piel's working with something
that goes, "wah-wah."

There's nothing to fear.

It's merely a hyperniteryx.

Gentle as a lamb
and strictly vegetarian.

How are you feeling, Yula?

You know very well.

Oh, my poor space mate.

The worst time
is when they're asleep.

That's when their thoughts
smell the strongest.

What I don't understand is why
humans immediately begin...

to stuff themselves with food and drink
as soon as they meet.

Not only humans.

Did you see how much that Centaurian
packed away last night?

I can understand, but...

I beg your pardon?

Excuse me.
I'm tuned into hiccups...

that big man
with the mustache...

who drank three
quarts of moonshine last night.

He can't control his hiccups...

and neither can I.

Try to close your mind.

I can't.

I have the hangovers of thirty...

two people, all at the same...

time.

- Is everything all right?
- Yes.

Belle, I haven't yet told you
how Matton died.

It's not necessary.

I'm sure he died as I wish
he would have lived...

with generosity and courage.

- Silbad?
- Trouble?

Yes. We are being pursued
by a warship of the Reform.

- Great! Let's attack!
- It's not that easy.

All right, everyone. Meeting
in the conference room at once.

This is the space cruiser Silver Demon,
of the Reform Patrol Fleet.

Unidentified ship,
maintain your speed.

We are going to board you.

This is spaceship Double Triangle 22,
receiving you.

We await your visit
with humble respect.

Captain Jaffar.

If you hadn't saved my life...

I'd cut your throat
for your cowardice.

Do you want to surrender to them?

I want them to board us.

You and your comrades
need your own ship, right?

Well, you can get theirs...

but only by letting them
board ours first.

Comrade is right.

We're stalking big game.

We must proceed with caution.

If you have any ideas...

I believe I have.

Allow me to present my good friend,
Onyx the Deegwid of Gnaz.

What's he supposed to do,
make them die laughing?

My friend has the natural ability
to mimic anything.

Go ahead, Onyx,
give us a little demonstration.

Amazing!
It even has the smell.

Onyx fully controls
his molecular structure...

and can change it
in an infinite number of ways.

Hey, Onyx, change yourself
into a secret weapon...

something dreadful.

By the rings of Saturn!

It's amazing
what they can do nowadays.

As you can see,
the illusion is perfect.

I must admit, that opens up
a lot of possibilities.

What do you think, Silbad?

I think the Reformists
are in for a bad time.

A ship's approaching that's
full of foul-smelling thoughts.

Attention, everyone.

As soon as the link tube
is sealed...

silence.

Jad and Yula,
if anything goes wrong...

warn me by telepathy.

Honored representatives
of the Reform...

I welcome you on board
my humble ship.

Your humble ship is giving refuge...

to the traitor Matton,
former prince of Atoll.

And the treasure chest
that was stolen by the traitor.

Silence.

Indeed, it was while defending
some mysterious guest that Matt...

that the prince... was murdered
by the pirates of Gamma Ten.

Matton is dead?
And where is that chest now?

In the hold, with the pirates
we took prisoner.

Let's go and see
that famous treasure chest.

Halt! Leave that here.

But it's not a weapon.

I said leave it!

Mike, me and Wah-wah,
we found a house.

We'll be safe here
until his friends come.

Go on, Wah-wah.
Go on in.

Somebody do something.

What a marvel.

Our prisoners...
the pirates of Gamma Ten.

May I suggest
that Your Excellencies...

have these miserable creatures
reeducated?

Perhaps. We'll see.

Everything's going fine, Jaffar.

They don't see the trap.

They don't see anything.

They're all blind.

Captain,
I see that you mean well.

Guard, prepare
for immediate transshipment.

Tell me, Silbad,
how long do you think...

it'll take them to become
masters of the vessel?

Those buccaneers,
with their secret weapon...

two hours.

They might prefer
to stretch out the pleasure.

The microphone's
no longer working.

Answer me, little one!

We've lost him!

I'm afraid we'll never hear
from him again!

Come on, Belle.

Don't worry.

Silbad will fix it.

There's nothing wrong with it.

The problem is, there's no one
at the other end.

Do you know something?

You're not very pretty.

In fact, you're ugly...
all of you.

Go away!

Do you hear me?
Go away!

Get out of here!

I've given her a sedative.

She's convinced it's her fault.

Nonsense. Something
must have happened on Perdide.

Fortunately,
we're getting nearer.

Soon the computer will release us from
the Blue Comet's gravitational field.

Hello, Piel?

Can you hear me?

The stars... they're fading out
in this sector of Perdide.

What was that?
A magnetic storm?

The detector dials
are going crazy!

We are...

What's happening?

According to these insane
instruments...

all the radiations in the Perdide
sector, including its light rays...

are going backwards!

Buckle in, fast!

Attention. Attention.

Attention.

This is Robot Patrol ship
number five...

of the Federation
of the Masters of Time.

This is a warning.

You are approaching
the forbidden zone of Perdide.

Identify yourselves
and decelerate to a stop.

I repeat...

you are entering a forbidden zone.

Identify yourselves and stop.

Calling advisor Pixa.

Foreign vessel is entering
the forbidden zone.

Its course is irregular.

Shall we destroy it?

No. I wish to investigate.

Board the vessel
and conduct it to the base.

- And Silbad?
- Yes.

But in truth, the old man is dying.
It's just a question of hours.

You and your ship were just at the
outer fringe of the concussion area...

when the operation took place.

- What operation?
- Do you know where we are?

Well, I can see we're in
a hospital somewhere in space.

Not just somewhere in space,
Princess.

We are in a particular zone now being
colonized by the Masters of Time.

Have you ever heard of
the Masters of Time...

and their method of
accelerated colonization?

- No, never.
- It's a strange race, Princess...

a race that can manipulate
time itself.

When they decide to colonize a planet,
they project it into the past...

literally send it
backwards through time.

In this instance,
60 years backwards.

So for those on a distant ship...

it would seem as if light rays
were speeding in reverse...

and all of space were going mad.

Exactly.

But to those on the planet
being colonized...

everything would seem
to be perfectly normal...

except that their present time
would be that of 60 years ago.

And that's what happened to Perdide.
My God.

Piel.

Mike.

Mike.

Jaffar, how old is Silbad?

No one knows. No one's ever known
anything about his childhood.

Be still.

The old man's past
is rising from the depths.

- Shut your eyes, humans.
- And open your minds.

For what is hidden in the folds
of time can now be revealed.

Now long-lost memories...

the unknown past
of a small child...

can be projected on
your mental screens.

Shut your eyes, humans,
and open your minds.

Mike! Mike!

- It's Piel's voice!
- Silence, humans.

Mike! Mike!

It's Piel...

just as he was when we were
approaching Perdide.

It's Piel as he was
60 years ago, Belle.

It's Piel hurled into the past,
along with the entire planet...

by the Masters of Time.

Lowry! Cover me!

Get away!
Get away from him!

I hope those filthy beasts
didn't hurt you too much, son.

I've done everything I could.

The doctors on my planet
will do the rest.

And now the best thing
you can do is sleep.

Where are we now, Lowry?
What time is it?

Those monsters!

Speak up, Lowry!
Didn't you hear me?

I'm sorry.
I was thinking.

- You're getting old, Lowry.
- Alas, Igor, aren't we all?

I'll have none of your insolence!

Now, then, be good enough
to explain to me...

why we suddenly found ourselves
on the surface of a planet...

when just a moment before
we were in empty space?

- Weren't you paying attention?
- I had nothing to do with it, Igor.

It was the planet's fault.

- What planet?
- The planet Perdide.

It suddenly appeared before us
without warning.

Come now, talk sense!
Where did it come from?

- From the future.
- Lowry...

I think you're
becoming feebleminded.

I am not becoming feebleminded.

The planet Perdide surged out of
the future and almost smashed into us.

But the child, Lowry, the child.

Did he also, as you say,
surge out of the future?

Exactly, Igor, with the planet.

It's stopped.

What happened was,
the child recovered.

He became a cabin boy,
then a space sailor...

a pilot, a mercenary...

a hundred other things
that filled 60 years of his life.

Piel. Silbad.

The orphan of Perdide is dead,
humans.

He has left our time
to enter into eternity.

It's strange.

There are only a dozen, but I
sense the emotions of a thousand.

- I know. Me too.
- Where's it all coming from?

From here.
From my heart, Yula.

I believe we loved that old man
very, very much.

Look up there!
A Master of Time.