The Atomic Submarine Page #5

It called my name.

Look, why don't you go topside?

[Voice]

You will see- that avails nothing.

Where do you think

the sound was coming from?

Down there somewhere.

[Low-pitched Hum]

[Hum Continues]

[High-pitched Hum]

[Loud Hum]

Carney! Carney, help me!

CarneyI Help me, CarneyI Help meI

[Hum Increases]

CarneyI Carney, helpI

[Hum Continues]

[Grunting]

- [Cracking]

- [Gasping]

[Retching]

[Voice]

Remove your weapons, Commander.

And come here below.

- Come where?

- To me, here.

That voice again?

It wants me to go alone.

Oh, it does, does it?

You better stay here.

So, Commander Holloway, as you

Earth inhabitants would express it...

we meet, face-to-face.

That's a face?

Roint of view is everything.

To us, your form of life is ugly...

as we appear to you.

Tell me something.

Why is it that I can hear you

and the others can't?

You do not hear me.

Our individual brain frequencies

are now attuned...

and we exchange wave-thoughts.

You mean, extrasensory perception?

Whatever your Earth term may be...

the principle is ancient

and very simple.

It is not necessary for you to speak.

Your thought response will suffice.

My mission is to study various

solar systems and planets.

Select the most suitable

for colonization.

[Thinking]

For horrors like yourself?

Of course. It may interest you to know

I have visited hundreds of other worlds...

and of all of them,

your Earth seems most suitable.

[Thinking]

Swell.

[Creature]

Your friend was to remain where he was.

- [Thinking] He did.

-I am afraid not.

- Dave.

- What's going on in here, lad? What -

Stand away from him, Commander.

He wants you back.

So this is your headquarters.

Well, you've sunk your last ship, you -

[High-pitched Hum]

[Low Hum]

[Screaming]

[Thinking] Why not me?

What am I, the closing act?

On the contrary.

I want you unharmed, perfect.

[Thinking]

Why?

I have selected you to return with me...

along with several other

specimens for study.

We will examine you and the others...

discover desirable features

to incorporate in our Earth colonizers.

[Thinking]

And you just build them in, huh?

Of course.

Evolution is much too slow a process.

On Earth, you build

with inanimate material.

We employ living tissue.

This space vehicle, for example.

It is a living thing.

When damaged-

you would say ''wounded''-

it immediately heals itself.

[Thinking] Oh, that's why no water

leaked inside when we rammed you.

Of course. But it is time

to begin the return voyage.

[Thinking] To navigate,

won't you have to see your way?

Obviously.

It'll be rough!

[Clicks]

[Clicks]

- Back to the Shark, right now.

- What about Dave and the others?

Fortunes of war.

Skipper, this is Reef

from the depth explorer.

- Rull looseI

- Right, Reef.

Reactor room, get me all back.

Emergency.

- Well, what about the -

- Skipper, we didn't kill it.

And if that thing ever gets back

to where it came from...

- the Earth is doomed and everybody on it.

- [Rumbling]

[Man On R.A.]

We've pulled loose, Captain. We're freeI

[Reef]

There it goes.

Headed straight for the Role, 50 knots.

Nothing we can do.

Excuse me, Captain.

There may be one last desperate chance.

What's that?

It's possible I could adapt one of the torpedo

guidance systems to the I.C.B.M....

so it would home on the saucer

when he rises from the Pole.

What about the time?

The Cyclops will have to linger

at the Pole to recharge its power banks.

Well, it's worth a chance.

Reef, take over as navigator and see

if you can find us an air hole in the ice.

- Let's go.

- Very well.

[Narrator] Adapt a complicated guidance

system to a huge ballistic rocket.

Convert it to a water-to-air

interceptor missile.

It was foolish.

It was insane. It was fantastic.

But it was their only hope...

and the Earth's only hope.

- Ready?

- As ready as we can be.

I'll report to the skipper.

Skipper...

we found our hole in the ice.

What's the corrected bearing

to the magnetic pole?

Prepare the I.C.B.M. for firing.

Well, that's about all we can do

until our space friend decides to blast off.

Skipper, I think it's -

[Rumbling]

[Buzzing]

Fire! Fire!

[Explosion Continues]

Attention, all hands.

We got him.

Cigarette?

Ah, they're so remote, the stars.

-[Reef] Hmm.

- Cold and beautiful.

- Now I wonder.

- Yeah?

Which is the one?

The one we have to worry about?

Well, we have enough ills

here to worry about.

But maybe,just maybe...

when their ship doesn't return,

they'll decide not to come here after all.

But if they do?

- Well.

- Oh, I wouldn't worry.

Knowing we have boats

like the Tiger Shark...

men like you, skipper...

Dave, Sir Ian, Kent,

and my father-

And his egghead son. We'll give 'em

a rough reception, won't we?

You know, I think I lost my little

black book on that lousy thing.

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