Escape from the Planet of the Apes

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Uh, Red Baron Control, Red Baron 5.

Go ahead, Red Baron 5.

Roger. Orbiting southeast corner,

Sector alpha Charlie.

We've spotted what appears

to be a spacecraft...

just outside the surf line.

Alert Rescue and advise

we can remain on station for 45 minutes.

- Then we'll squawk 7,700 for a radar fix.

- Roger.

Rescue, I have Red Baron 5.

Report a possible spacecraft off shore...

southeast Sector alpha Charlie.

Immediately launch chopper. Effect pickup

and recovery. Base radar will vector.

Everybody out! Come on! Let's go!

Everybody out! Come on! Let's go!

Sergeant,

get that half-track down here...

- and get a cable out to those frogmen.

- Yes, sir!

The general, sir.

- Anybody in that thing?

- I don't know, sir. We just beached it.

All right. Open her up.

Open it up!

Welcome, gentlemen, to the United S

- Did you call the zoo?

- Yes, sir, and we're in luck.

Sick bay's almost empty

except for a mauled fox cub...

a deer with pneumonia

and a depressed gorilla.

The apes will be hidden from the public.

They'll be quarantined.

If they need medical attention,

it's available right on the spot.

And the experts can start giving them

the once-over first thing tomorrow.

- General Brody's very pleased.

- Oh, me too. Me too.

We can't let a lot of monkeys

leave their messes on the floor, huh?

Have they been fed?

Raw steak or something?

The zoo tells me that chimpanzees,

like all apes...

are vegetarians, sir.

They suggested oranges.

Good God!

What's the matter, Corporal?

Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean

to disturb you while you're dressing.

What the hell am I saying?

They're pretending to dress, sir.

What do you mean pretending? They are dressing!

Where did they get those clothes?

- They brought them with them, sir.

- What?

- In that suitcase.

- Suitcase?

Uh

Greg, maybe, uh, you should

give them their oranges.

Uh, well, they're

They're going to the zoo infirmary.

Arrange for a police escort

at 1630 hours.

They'll They'll have company there.

There's a gorilla in the next cage.

Why did he do that?

Here you are, old fella.

Boy, you really are sick.

Hello, missy. Have a banana.

Have it your own way, mate.

Zira!

I'm not his mate. I'm yours.

Control yourself.

I think they're trying to be kind.

This cage stinks of gorilla.

Cornelius, where are we?

- What's happened?

- I know where we are.

I know what has happened.

In some fashion

and I lack the intellect

to know precisely how

we have traveled from Earth's future

to Earth's past.

But we saw the Earth destroyed.

And Earth will be destroyed,

just as we saw it.

Only since seeing it,

we have passed through...

a backward disturbance in time.

Did you notice

the date meter clicking down...

after the shock wave hit our ship?

Yes.

We have returned to Earth

nearly 2,000 years before its destruction.

That is another reason

for us to keep silent.

Our human captors

will not be edified to learn...

that one day their world will crack

like an egg and burn to a cinder...

because of an ape war of aggression.

Apes, at this instant in time...

cannot yet talk.

For the moment,

we should follow their example.

Oh, the driver gave me

this report from the air base.

Better read it before we start the test.

Yeah, it's the usual imitative behavior

"Mimicking salutes,

handshaking, sitting on chairs...

eating off plates with knives. "

- Oh.

- Well, what is it, Lewis?

- There was a sort of carpetbag on the ship.

- Full off ood?

No, clothes, and it seems they,

uh, changed into them.

I don't believe it.

Hi, Dr. Dixon, Dr. Branton.

- Good morning, Arthur.

- Morning.

- The female's a bit uppity, sir.

- Oh?

Okay, I'll be careful. I see you've

prepared the Wisconsin Multiphasic.

We'll begin with that.

Um, go easy now, Stevie.

Oh, they look pretty docile to me.

Yes, but, uh, don't take any chances.

Unless the spacecraft

was remotely controlled...

they must have been conditioned

to push at least some of the right buttons.

I mean, they can't be morons.

All right.

We'll take the female first.

Arthur, would you set up the chimp's

Well, she seems to be pretty smart.

All right.

Let's, uh, make it more difficult.

Mmm.

They, uh, haven't had

their breakfast yet?

Not a bitejust as you ordered.

Good. We'll go for the banana.

Well, why doesn't she take it?

- Because I loathe bananas!

- Zira!

- I don't believe it.

- Yes.

Arthur, I think Dr. Branton

needs some air.

Zira, are you mad?

Dr. Milo, please!

Do not call my wife mad.

I did not call her mad.

I merely asked her if she was.

Are you mad?

- I hate deceit!

Well, there is a time for truth...

and a time, not for lies,

but for silence.

And until we know who our friends are

and who our enemies-

And how in the name ofGod are we

to know that unless we communicate?

- We can speak, so I spoke.

- And we can listen!

Yes, to a lot of psychiatric small talk.

- And we can watch.

- A display of primitive apparatus!

- Primitive? It's prehistoric!

- Zira!

- Couldn't test the intelligence of a newt!

- Calm yourself.

- I am calm!

- Zira? Zira!

Stop arguing!

It's too late for that.

Use your heads and start thinking.

Now that they know we can speak,

how much will we tell them?

Milo!

We'll need a full autopsy.

With special emphasis

on the cranial and oral areas.

Let us know when the report comes in.

Will you, please?

I'd better do this alone.

Um, we mean you no, uh, harm.

D- Do you understand?

We will not hurt you.

Poor Dr. Milo.

- Doctor?

- Yes. Doctor. You killed him!

No, I didn't. He did.

One of your own kind.

He's a gorilla.

Well, look, uh, there's nothing to be afraid of.

You see, he's in chains.

He's under sedation.

Do you understand that?

I should. I've been doing it

half my life to humans.

Humans?

I'm a psychiatrist.

Oh, uh, well,

I'm I'm a psychiatrist too.

Do you, uh, have a name?

My name is Cornelius.

This is my wife, Zira.

And I'm Lewis. Lewis Dixon.

Nobody's going to believe this.

- Believe what?

- That primitive apes can talk.

Primitive?

Uh, well, I mean that in our, um...

uh, primitive, um, civilization...

apes just don't talk.

I mean, I think it's important...

that when our primitive

security precautions are lifted...

that the first time

you say anything in public...

you should talk to

what we primitively call...

"the right people. "

May I say something... personal?

Please.

I like you.

I have from the beginning.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- Mr. President.

I'm aware that what I have to tell you

may conceivably create a credibility gap...

somewhat wider than the Grand Canyon.

Nonetheless, it is true.

Yesterday, a U.S. spacecraft...

splashed down

off the Southern California coast.

It was one of two that have been

missing in space for over two years now.

To be exact,

the one commanded by Colonel Taylor.

Have they identified the bodies, Mr. President?

They have identified three bodies, yes.

- All living.

- Taylor's alive?

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