All language subtitles for 0213-The.Captive_track3_[eng]

Get Dr. Serret.

He's dead.

No pulse.

No, he's alive.

Hold him.

Who are you?

What are you?

It's obvious who he is.

He's a spy.

SERRET:
Maybe...

but it's also obvious
he isn't a human being.

NARRATOR:
Starring Roy Thinnes
as architect David Vincent.

The invaders...

alien beings
from a dying planet.

Their destination... the Earth.

Their purpose...

to make it their world.

David Vincent has seen them.

For him,
it began one lost night

on a lonely country road

looking for a shortcut
that he never found.

It began
with a closed, deserted diner

and a man too long
without sleep

to continue his journey.

(eerie whirring)

It began with the landing
of a craft from another galaxy.

(whirring intensifies)

Now, David Vincent knows
that the invaders are here,

that they've taken human form.

Somehow, he must convince
a disbelieving world

that the nightmare
has already begun.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Dana Wynter...

Don Dubbins...

and special guest star
Fritz Weaver.

NARRATOR:
In a confused
and divided world,

one thing remains certain:

a man must earn
his daily bread.

And so, David Vincent
takes advantage

of a precious lull
in his lonely war.

Mr. Vincent?

Yes.

I'm Josef Dansk.

Forgive us for
intruding like this.

What can I do for you?

If I were to tell you

that we've captured
an alien, Mr. Vincent,

would you be willing

to share your
knowledge with us?

Who's "us"?

One of our medical
people read about you
in the newspaper.

She hoped you might
be able to help us.

Where are you keeping him?

At our U.N. Headquarters.

We caught him rifling our safe.

All right,
I'd like to take a look.

Good.

Peter, I want you
to cable home

for a team of experts.

It's premature.

I've sent
for a fluoroscope.

You should have it
in an hour.

That's enough
for a start.
But it isn't.

I'm not expert
enough for this.

Look at the
skin tests.

But you're a biochemist,
aren't you?

Trained to evaluate
American research projects,

not creatures with skin
like cellulose

without pulse
or heartbeat,
without blood.

It's not from this Earth,
Peter, and I need help.

If you're suggesting
he's from outer space,

you really do need help.

What do you really think,
Katherine?

I've sent for
an American

who may have
had experience

with these creatures.

His name is Vincent.

I hope you don't mind.

Fine. Then you
do have help.

When the ambassador
gets here,

I want a full file
for him to read.

Well, I could tell you
what it would say now.

Don't tell me.

Tell the ambassador.

I want the decision
to be his.

What is it, Peter?

Are you afraid
to commit yourself?

1944, you mean?

No. No, you lived that down
a long time ago.

"Lived it down"?

Is that why I'm Deputy
for Intelligence here

and not in the bureau at home?

I will send the cable,

and I will take
the responsibility for it.

I'm in charge here.

Any cable sent home
will come from me.

Send Sanders to my office.

We've checked out

your Social Security record,
Mr. Sanders.

Supposedly, you've held
at least four jobs

in heavy industry

in firms requiring medical
examinations for insurance.

I must wonder, Mr. Sanders,

how your peculiarities
have escaped detection.

Can you explain that
to me?

Where are you from, Sanders?

How many of you are there?

Why are you interested

in our troop dispositions
in East Asia?

I wasn't.

I was hoping
there'd be some cash.

There was, in plain sight,
yet you managed not to find it.

Who sent you here,
Sanders?

If you want to be difficult,
I can be difficult, too.

On the other hand,
if you want to be reasonable,

I will be reasonable, too.

Don't try
to pressure me.

We've been briefed
on you people.

Who briefed you?

Where were you born?

I was manufactured.

Where?

Somewhere over the rainbow
where blue...

This is the United States,
mister.

I've got rights.

All right.

We have other ways.

That's him, Mr. Vincent.

This way.

Well, from what you've said,
he must be from space.

Now, the important thing

is to get him out of here
as soon as you can.

They'll know you have him

and they won't
let you keep him.

"Get him out."

Where to?

State Department Security
or Military Intelligence.

To your people...

of course.

Mr. Vincent...

our scientists at home

are very interested
in flying saucers.

One popular view is that
they are made in America.

Yes, I've heard that theory.

Do you
believe it?

You've examined Sanders.
Do you?

It's arguable.

The nearest galaxy

is 1,800 trillion miles away,

but I could stand on the Potomac

and throw rocks at half a dozen
biological warfare projects.

Meaning what?

"The fault, dear Brutus,

"may not be in our stars,

but in ourselves."

"...That we are underlings."

Mr. Borke, is there anyone
higher up you could ask?

When I'm ready.

Until then, I want to weigh
all possibilities.

You're weighing impossibilities.

You're wasting time.

He's proof that they're here.

They'll kill to get him back.

You must get him out of here.

Mr. Vincent, I've listened,

and I'm not satisfied.

Take him downstairs.

I'm going nowhere.

I've offered my help.

If you don't want it,
I'll be leaving.

BORKE: I'm sorry,
Mr. Vincent.

Take him
downstairs.

I don't suppose you care
that I'm an American citizen.

Until I learn who Sanders is

and who he represents,

I want you to be my guest.

You are risking
Vincent's life, Peter,

putting him down there
with that...

Keep an open mind for
five minutes, Katherine.

(knocking)

Josef.

Open it.

JOSEF:
Inside,
Mr. Vincent.

Vincent!

How did they get you?

They didn't get
anything out of me.

Did they work
you over, too?

What are you
talking about?

Come on, you can
level with me.

DAVID (over speaker):
About what?

What kind of a...

I get it.

Somebody's listening.

SANDERS:
Is there some way
we can notify Intelligence?

This can blow
the whole operation.

(chair clattering)
If they put
two and two toge...

I think they heard
enough, don't you?

They won't believe it.

Don't bet your life
on that, Vincent.

That's pretty much what
I'm doing, isn't it?

Not just yours.

You'd better pray
that I find some way
to get out of here.

I don't know how long
my people will wait

before they blow
this place up,

but they will,

and your government
will be blamed for it.

I think you know
what'll happen then.

The gate.

Two police officers
from Point Pleasant.

The Deputy Ambassador
will see you.

Ah.

Please, sit down.

Did Borke believe
what he overheard

on that bugging devise?

Yes...
perhaps because he wants to.

I wonder if he'd believe that
after I found that microphone,

Sanders told me the truth.

Unless he's released soon,

his people are going to blow
this place sky-high.

Do you believe it?

Yes, I do.

They have to keep
their presence here a secret.

Now, you must talk Borke

into either turning him over
or releasing him.

I can't talk
the Deputy Ambassador

into anything, Mr. Vincent.

I'm a subordinate here.

Mr. Borke is
a nervous man...

a very careful man.

He may not know
exactly what he
has here,

but whatever it is,

it's more than he
wants to deal with.

The ultimate weapon--

creatures created to
do America's bidding,

outer space people---
here to do God knows what.

No, he's just
going to sit tight,

do nothing and wait
for someone else to
make a decision.

That's great.

That's just great.

Borke dragged me
off my job,

brought me here
to find out what
I had to say,

yawned in my face,
locked me up--

what sense does it make?

11 years ago, there was a girl
raising chickens

on a collective farm.

She did well
in the science exams,

so they sent her

to a university.

It cost them seven years
and a small fortune

to turn her into a scientist--
for them to disregard.

What sense does that make?

We can try to change the Deputy
Ambassador's mind, Mr. Vincent--

and I will try--

but failing that,

we have no alternative
but to follow him.

(door opens)

To the grave?

I wish you'd join
me, gentlemen.

Leo could send down
for sandwiches

in no time at all.

I'm afraid we have no time,
Mr. Ambassador.

And you don't
drink on duty.

That is one of the pleasant
prerogatives of diplomacy.

Some of our
hardest work

is done at
cocktail parties.

Mr. Borke, the man
we're looking for

is blond, medium height,
about 35 years old.

You might call him handsome.

He goes by the name
of Sanders.

He was seen this area.

We think he's hiding somewhere
in the compound.

Gentlemen, would it be rude

if I asked to see
your credentials?

Oh.

As a matter of fact, we did have
some trouble here last night.

Someone tried to break
into our safe right over there.

The alarm went off,

but by the time we got there,

the thief had gone
right out that window.

Did you see him?

No.

Why didn't you
call Headquarters?

Nothing was stolen.

Privacy is very important here.

You mind if we have
a look around?

You understand, gentlemen,
this is a foreign embassy.

It's for your own
protection, Mr. Borke.

Of course.

And I appreciate
your interest.

Thank you.

Mr. Borke,
what's upstairs?

Living quarters.

You're welcome to check them
if you like.

CONNERS: Let's start
in the basement.

Gentlemen...
this is an embassy,

and as such,
not American territory.

I was willing to be courteous,

but I really must in...

Downstairs.

Who are you?

There is no one in there.

BORKE:
It's only a store room.

DAVID:
Why do you ask?

Just answer the question,
Mr. Vincent.

Have you ever seen one die?

Yes.

What happens?

They incinerate.

How long does it take?

Not long at all.

Do they leave
any residue?

A trace of ash
or soot. Why?

If they were made in one of your
biological warfare projects,

wouldn't they be designed
to burn up the same way

so as to leave no evidence?

No.

Why not?

They can be built,

they can be destroyed
any way you want.

We can't build them.

Mr. Vincent,
I'm sorry I locked you up.

Then let me go.
Let Sanders go right now.

I've got to know the truth.

I've got to be sure.

If you want me to tell you
again, I'll tell you.

Now, listen to me.
In 1944...

1944, I was beginning
my intelligence work
in this country.

It was simply
not possible in 1944

for anyone to come up
with an atomic bomb

in time to affect
the outcome of the war.

I went to Alamogordo.
I went to Oak Ridge.

I personally collected
all the evidence.

I studied it,

and then I reported
to my government.

Not possible.

Not possible!

You know how I felt August 6,
1945, 5:30 in the afternoon

when I heard on the radio
that word, Hiroshima?

I won't bore you
with the cost of
that marvelous

piece of misjudgment
on my part, but I paid it.

Not again.

Never again-- I don't want that.

What you are asking me
to believe

is simply not possible.

I can't blame you
for playing this thing safe,

but this is not safe.

You can have us all killed.

Supposing you're right.

Supposing there's half a chance
even that you're right.

Do you know
what they will do to me?

I know... you don't think

I'm a very courageous person,
Mr. Vincent.

(knock on door)

We're ready, sir.

Come with us.

LEO: It was like
a magnesium flare,

then there was nothing.

They were both gone.

Would you burn up
in the same way?

What causes that?

(door opens)

BORKE:
Go ahead.

SANDERS:
Vincent...

What do you
make of it?

He's not from
this Earth.

No chance.

Sanders,
is that right?

Go take a flying leap, Jack.

(flips switch)

Josef.

(tape recorder clicks on)

SANDERS:
Vincent! How did they get you?

They didn't get anything
out of me.

Did they work you over, too?

DAVID:
What are you talking about?

SANDERS:
Come on, you can level with me.

DAVID:
About what?

What kind of a... I get it.

Somebody's listening.

SANDERS:
Is there some way
we can notify Intelligence?

This can blow
the whole operation.

(chair clattering)
If you put two and two toge...

Sanders, where
were you made?

If I tell you,
what happens to me?

You stay alive.

Now, where
were you made?

Where were
you made?!

Langley, Virginia.

Nonsense.

That's what he wants
you to believe.

Look, I'll tell you
anything you want

but first
we've got to make a deal.

Any deals you make

you make back
in my country.

Get him out of here.

What was he
trying to do?

He was trying to kill himself,
I think.

Another way
of keeping their secret.

Of course,
pure oxygen must be fatal

to an organism like that.

Mr. Borke, if they
were made here,

quite obviously, we
wouldn't make them
vulnerable to oxygen.

There will be a courier plane
tomorrow morning

at Kennedy Airport.

You and Sanders will be on it.

Maybe you should
welcome that.

My government
will help you.

At least you won't
be alone anymore.

Dr. Serret, I'd like
to talk to you alone.

I...

Borke may not be entirely wrong.

What?

Alone... please.

Wait outside, please.

Doctor, are
you sure?

Wait outside.

I don't believe...

(muffled protests)

I'm sorry about
this, Dr. Serret.

Under no circumstances

is he to be moved
except by my order.

(door closes)

(Serret straining)

(pan clanging)

Vincent's
on the grounds.

(phone ringing)

The gate.

Vincent is
free somewhere
in the compound.

Electrify the fence.

Yes, sir.

You're sure they
were incinerated?

Yes.

What was Mr. Borke's
conclusion?

He thinks Sanders
is a... a super weapon

made in America.

The animosity that
you people feel
toward one another

is almost beyond belief.

Of course, we'll have
to destroy the compound.

I thought your people

didn't want to inherit
a radioactive world.

The tension
in world affairs today,

this could cause a nuclear war--
a blood bath.

You have left us no alternative.

How soon will Sanders
need regeneration?

Why?

Let him incinerate.

If he's gone,
so is the evidence.

He has another nine days,
Mr. Vincent.

Time enough
to reveal him

either to their
government

or to yours.

We cannot take that chance,
Mr. Vincent.

No.

I might be able to get him out.

After my men failed?

I know the house, and there's a
doctor there who might help me.

I can't take the chance.

Why not?

They won't tell anyone
what they've got.

Give me until tomorrow morning.

I'll give you two hours.

Until 5:00
this afternoon.

That's not enough time.

If Sanders is not
free by 5:00,

a helicopter
will be sent

to obliterate
the compound.

As I told you,
Mr. Vincent,

there is no
alternative.

He must have
gone over it.

Well, keep searching.

I didn't help him, Peter.

I wouldn't do that.

I know that.

There's no harm done.

I still have the one
that really counts.

He won't escape,
Katherine.

No.

Tell me, what do you
really think

of your friend
Mr. Vincent now?

Nobody likes to be
made a fool of.

Including me, Katherine.

Now, can we
do things my way?

Yes.

ROYER:
This man that you say
is being held prisoner--

he's an American?

No, he...

No, he's not American.

Well, what is he,
then, Mr. Vincent?

You've been beating
around the bush

for five
minutes now.

I can understand

why Mr. Vincent's hesitant
about being specific.

I just called Washington,

and he's the man
who's been so persistent

about the UFOs
and alien creatures.

Oh, I see.

This, uh, prisoner is, uh,
one of those aliens, I suppose?

Yes.

But if you don't believe that,
I was a prisoner there.

DAVID: I'm an American--
that makes it your business,

doesn't it?
Yes and no.

Now, technically, the compound
is foreign territory.

The only way that we
could get in there

is for them to
ask us for help.

Well, what do you do?

Just stand by
and let this happen?

I guess we could
give them a call.

(phone ringing)

Dansk here.

Uh, James Royer.

Security Office,
State Department.

Security Office?

I'm sorry, but the
Deputy Ambassador

is not available.

This is important, Mr. Dansk.

Now, we have, uh,
reason to believe

that the prisoner that
you're holding there

is a threat to your safety.

Prisoner? We have
no prisoners.

This is a
diplomatic mission.

Dr. Serret?

I'm sorry, Mr. Royer,
but Dr. Serret isn't
available either.

I'll tell the Deputy
Ambassador you called.

Well, we gave it
a shot, Mr. Vincent.

I've got a meeting.

Sorry.

(door closes)

Uh, just a second,
Mr. Vincent.

You know,
if you were running at Hialeah,

I'd figure you
at about a hundred to one.

How would you figure it?

About that.

Well, my partner sticks
with the favorites,

but, uh, I'll tell you
something.

I pick just as many winners
as he does.

Can you stand
some company?

You have any thoughts
on how we'll get inside?

Not yet.

(car clanking and sputtering)

That's funny. I just got
it back from the shop.

No, sit still.
I'll fix it.

Just take me
a second.

The gate.

David Vincent is on the grounds,

and he's armed.

Vincent.

Please, listen to me.

Don't scream.
Don't do anything

till you've
heard me out. Please.

Don't you want to tie
and gag me first?

They've given us
an ultimatum.

Wonderful! I love ultimatums.

Now get out
before I call the guard.

Borke has ten minutes
to let Sanders go

or this entire compound
will be bombed at 5:00.

That's right,
by them.

Now, you've got to tell
Borke that right now.

Won't anyone accept
responsibility around here?

Wait! Don't
go out there.

They'll shoot you.
You'll be killed.

I'll take my chances
out there

rather than be in here
when it's bombed.

How do we know
they're going to bomb us?

They've told me.

Give me one reason
why I should believe you.

Just one.

(helicopter approaching)

There's one.

The only one I have.

(door closes)

All right.
What do you want me to do?

Where's Sanders?

Still in the cellar.

Get him up here
right now.

I can't. Borke gave orders

that he wasn't to be moved.

Then force him.

Do you have a gun?

If you think
Sanders and I are working

on the same side in this,
we are.

You have a gun?

Yes,
but I won't commit treason.

You have about
five minutes

to save your country.

(helicopter hovering above)

What's he doing
up there?

Entering our territory,

and I'm going to make
the strongest possible protest.

Peter,
I just saw Vincent.

Where?

In the woods.

He was running
towards the fence.

What do you mean,
you spoke to Vincent?

Where? When?

He came
to the infirmary.

But you told Josef...

Peter, that helicopter
is going to bomb the compound

if you don't let Sanders go.

Who told you that?
Vincent?

He risked his life
to tell it to me.

It's a bluff, Katherine,

another bluff
just like those two policemen.

Not this time.

All right, if
the Americans

want to start
a war... let them.

It is not the Americans;
it is them.

You're trying to play safe,
and there isn't time.

Now, forget 1944.
Take a chance.

Commit yourself!

(sharp groan)

Order Sanders brought up.

Katherine... you're
committing treason.

Have him come up...
or I'll kill you.

Bring Sanders up to my office.

Hold it right there.

Hands up.

All right, Sanders,
I'm going to get
you out of here.

I'll have you executed
for this, Katherine.
I swear I will.

And I hope we both
live long enough.

(helicopter hovering above)

Go ahead.
I'll cover you.

Sanders.

Come back, Peter!

Don't stop it!

(helicopter rotor blades
whirring)

(gunshot)

Let him go!

(gunshot)

Are you all right?

I know next to nothing
about biochemistry,

but I know a great deal
about weapons.

No weapon on Earth
could have done that.

It appears
that in certain particulars,

you were right, Mr. Vincent.

Thanks.

I shall mention the incident
in my report.

You know they might laugh
at you.

A man does what he has to do,
Katherine,

regardless of consequences.

The courier plane taking Borke
and the others home

is overdue six hours.

Do think that your aliens
are responsible?

Don't you?

Poor Peter.

Just as he was going home
to be a man.

Are you planning to go home,
too?

Yes.

How?

A commercial flight. Thursday.

Don't take it.

Stay out of sight a few days

and take a boat

or...

What?

Stay in this country.

I feel very close to you, David,

but someone has to go back
to warn them at home.

Someone has to.

Good luck.

Thank you.

NARRATOR:
A long and lonely war.

And yet, the invaders,
seeking to take advantage

of the differences
between nations,

have provided David Vincent
with an ally half a world away.