Forbidden Planet

In the final decade

of the 21st century...

...men and women in rocket ships

landed on the moon.

By 2200 A.D., they had reached

the other planets of our solar system.

Almost at once there followed

the discovery of hyperdrive...

...through which the speed of light

was first attained...

...and later greatly surpassed.

And so at last mankind

began the conquest...

...and colonization of deep space.

United Planets Cruiser C-57D...

...now more than a year out

from Earth base...

...on a special mission

to the planetary system...

...of the great

main-sequence star Altair.

- When do we get a D.C. Fix, Jerry?

- Half a minute, skipper.

Ship on course, sir.

We'll reach D.C. Point at 17:01.

That's less than three minutes now.

- All right. Take it away.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Chief, we'll drop below light speed

in about three minutes.

- Got your breakable gear stowed?

- Aye, sir.

All right. Good.

D.C. Set and punched on, skipper.

All right, attention.

Captain to crew.

All hands squared away to decelerate.

Ship's beeper will as usual

sound 10 times after lights dim.

- Come on, Doc. D.C., Bosun.

- Aye, aye, sir.

D.C. Stations.

On the double.

Wanna bounce through this one?

All right. We're down

to 0.3896 of light speed.

Warm in here, skipper.

Yeah.

Jerry, you...

There's Altair right on the nose, skipper.

Meanwhile this ship arranges

its own eclipses.

Okay, Jerry,

punch out an orbit on the fourth planet.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Ship in approach, skipper.

Helical vector oriented.

Attention.

Captain to crew, attention.

Our destination, Altair-4,

is now visible on the main view plate.

As you recollect from your briefing

lectures, this is an Earth-type planet.

Twenty years ago

the spacecraft Belerephon landed here...

...with a prospecting party of scientists.

Our mission is to search for survivors.

That is all.

The Lord sure makes

some beautiful worlds.

How do these continents

check with the old charts?

Itll tell you better in a little while,

skipper. Time for brakes.

Okay, take it away.

Astrogator to crew.

Stand by to change flux.

Another one of them new worlds.

No beer, no women, no pool parlors.

Nothing.

Nothing to do but throw rocks at cans,

and we gotta bring our own tin cans.

Attention. Captain to crew.

Now, hear this.

We are now entering

the atmosphere of Altair-4.

No survival suits

will be required upon landing.

Oxygen content:
4.7 richer

than Earth standard.

Gravity only 0.897.

Adjust your equipment accordingly.

That is all.

All hands, check equipment.

Not even any

short-range radio signals yet?

Not so far, sir.

Jerry, can you make out

anything down there?

I may be missing

some individual structures...

...but there are no cities, ports,

roads, bridges, dams.

There's just no sign

of civilization at all.

Sir, we're being radar-scanned.

- Can you zero on it?

- No, sir...

...but it seems to emanate

from an area of about 20 miles square.

- Twenty miles square?

- Yes, sir.

- Bosun, flash the alert.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Combat stations,

blaster men, activate your scopes.

Radio contact, sir.

There's a voice here.

- Human?

- Yes, sir. Sounds like it.

Boost it.

Spaceship, identify yourself.

You're being tracked.

Cut me in, Quinn.

United Planets Cruiser C-57D,

J.J. Adams commanding.

- Who are you?

- Morbius of the Belerephon.

- Who?

- Edward Morbius.

Yeah, here it is.

Morbius, E. Ph.D., Lit. D...

...expedition philologist.

- Philologist?

What do you wish here, cruiser?

Well, you don't understand, sir.

We're your relief.

- We're very glad to find you alive.

- I, of course, appreciate your concern.

But absolutely no assistance

of any sort is required.

Oh, the red-carpet treatment, huh?

Dr. Morbius, my orders are to survey

the situation on Altair-4.

Let me repeat.

I'm in no sort of difficulty here.

Your best procedure will be

to turn back at once without landing.

- Sorry, sir?

- Lf you set down on this planet...

...I warn you that I cannot be answerable

for the safety of your ship or your crew.

If you'll just supply me

with landing coordinates.

Dr. Morbius,

I require landing coordinates.

Very well, but I wash my hands

of all responsibility.

- You have standard charts?

- Yes, sir.

You may come in at 83- 17-4 North...

...148-21 West.

Thank you.

It's right back there in the desert.

Commander,

I strongly urge you to reconsider.

Please permit me to recommend...

Something funny down there, skipper.

- Okay, Jerry, I'll take her in.

- Aye, sir.

Attention. Captain to crew,

stand by to reverse polarity.

Standard class-A security

will be maintained upon landing.

And until further notice,

all hands will wear side arms.

That is all.

- Artificial gravity off.

- Grav off.

- Half flux.

- Half flux.

- Cut primary coils.

- Primaries cut, sir.

All clear, sir.

Look at the color of that sky.

- Yeah, but I'll still take blue.

- I don't know.

I think a man could get used to this

and grow to love it.

- Bosun.

- Aye, sir.

- You can assemble a tractor.

- Aye, sir.

Better check

the command mike, skipper.

- The command mike, sir.

- Oh, yeah. Good idea. Chief.

- Sir?

- You're in command now, Quinn.

- You keep right at those instruments.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Hey, what's this dust coming?

Looks like we're being met.

- Bosun.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Hold the tractor.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Quite a vehicle, huh?

- That driver must be a madman.

What driver?

Welcome to Altair-4, gentlemen.

I am to transport you

to the residence.

If you do not speak English...

...I am at your disposal

with 187 other languages...

...along with their various dialects

and sub-tongues.

Colloquial English will do fine,

thank you.

This is no offense,

but you are a robot, aren't you?

That is correct, sir.

For your convenience, I am monitored

to respond to the name "Robby."

Nice climate you have here.

High oxygen content.

I rarely use it myself, sir.

It promotes rust.

Hey, Doc, is it a...?

Is it a male or a female?

In my case, sir, the question

is totally without meaning.

Will you get in, gentlemen.

Quinn.

Track this if I blink red.

- I'll bring the tractor in a hurry, sir.

- Right.

Passengers will please

fasten their seat belts.

Looks after us like a mother.

If you gentlemen will go in,

you're expected.

- I am Morbius.

- I'm Commander Adams.

This is Lieutenant Farman,

my executive...

...and Lieutenant Ostrow,

our ship's doctor.

How ironic that a simple scholar

with no ambition...

...beyond a modest measure

of seclusion should, out of a clear sky...

...find himself besieged by an army

of fellow creatures...

...all grimly determined

to be of service to him.

I'm sorry, sir, if we're not welcome,

but we do have our orders.

You must stay for lunch,

gentlemen.

And do forgive the ill manners

of an old recluse. Won't you come in.

Whatever that lunch was,

it was certainly delicious.

Simply some of Robby's synthetics.

- He's your cook too?

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