Fantastic Voyage Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Fantastic Voyage Script





Sorry we got you up at this hour, Mr Grant.



I thought I was on vacation.

Whas it all about?



I can't tell you.



- Where are we goin'?

- I can't tell you that either.



You're to stay inside, Mr Grant, and wait.



Your ID card, please.



Thank you.



- Hello, Grant.

- General Carter.



- Good to see you again.

- The Pentagon, wasn't it?



Come on.



Benes! What the devil happened?



The other side got to him.



- How bad off is he?

- Brain injury. He's in a coma.



Before or after what he wanted to say?



Before he could breathe a word. He's the only

scientist who knows what we're after.



Thas why we have to operate.

And why we need you.



Me? I can't even

put a Band-Aid on my finger.



Here's the surgeon. Duval.



Dr Peter Duval. Top brain man in the country.

Ever hear of him?



- I'm rusty on surgeons. Who's the girl?

- Cora Peterson, his technical assistant.



- You'll be joining Duval and the others.

- What can I do? Except pass out.






Yes, Alan.



Meet Grant.

Dr Michaels, chief of the medical section.



- Glad to have you with us.

- I wish I knew why.



Tell him where he fits in.

I've got a few things to check out.



We need you for security purposes, Mr Grant.



- At an operation?

- They know they failed to kill Benes.



Security thinks they'll trt again. We're afraid

of sabotage: Surgical assassination.



- Surgical assassination? You suspect...?

- Duval. Thas right.



I don't agree. Just because he's difficult...



- He's impossible.

- Is no reason to suspect disloyalty.



There must be other doctors.



Duval's the most skilful brain surgeon

in the country - and he's right here at hand.



- I wouldn't know if he's trying to kill him.

- I'll be standing by. I would know.



You're to take orders only from Dr Michaels.




- Right, sir.

- Come along. They'll be operating shortly.



See you later, Mike.



His technician OK? In addition to the looks?



No question of her loyalty.



- I'll take that, Corporal.

- Yes, sir.



I don't mean to be inquisitive, but this CMDF.



For all I know, it could stand for Consolidated

Mobilisation of Delinquent Females.



Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.



Say that again.



We can reduce anything down to any size.

People, ships, tanks, planes.



I've heard some wild ones, but this takes it.



We can shrink an army.

Put it in a bottle cap.



Thas why we call it

Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.



If the other side gets that...



They have.

But we both have the same problem:



Lack of control.



They can only miniaturise things

for exactly    minutes.



After that everything starts growing

back to its original size.



- I assume Benes knows how to control it.

- Yes. He wanted us to have the secret.



- Thas why they tried to kill him.

- They'll try again.



No wonder you want me to stand by

at the operation.



And take a little trip with him.



Trip? Where to?



The only way we can reach that clot

is from inside the brain.



So we'll put a surgical team

and crew into a submarine,



reduce it way down in size

and inject it into an artery.



- You mean I'm going along?

- As part of the crew, yes.



Wait a minute. They can't shrink me.



- We can shrink anything.

- I don't want to be miniaturised.



- Is just for an hour.

- Not even for a minute.



Sir, I really think you should reconsider.

I just don't think I'm right for this job.



Grant, you're going to a briefing.



Miss Peterson volunteered to come.



So did every male technician. A woman

has no place on a mission of this kind.



- I insist on taking my technician.

- You'll take along who I assign.



Don't tell me who I'm going to work with -

not on this operation.



I'll do what I think is best

without interference!



Dr Duval has relied

on Miss Peterson for years.



And since she wants to come along,

I think is for the best, Dr Reid.



Well, I disagree with you.



Since you're in charge, do as you please.

But I want it on record I'm against it.



Grant, Colonel Reid, operational commander.

You met our medical chief.



- Dr Duval, head surgeon.

- I've heard of you.



Miss Peterson, his assistant.



And Captain Bill Owens,

designer of an experimental submarine



for the Navy's research programme.



- Out of your element, Captain?

- Sort of.



- That makes two of us.

- Grant is uniquely suited to this mission.



He's a communications expert

and he was a frogman during the war.



Besides, he brought Benes into this country.



The fewer people who know that, the better.



You'll find Grant invaluable should anything

go wrong once you're underway.



OK, Don.



Here's the overall target area.






Benes's brain.

As near as we can map it stereotaxically.



The clot is right here.



Is impossible to get at

without damage to the intervening tissue,



which would prove fatal to Benes.



The only way to reach it

is via the arterial system.



Phase one calls for

miniaturising a submarine,



with crew and surgical team,

and injecting it into the carotid artery.



How small will it be?



About the size of a microbe.

We're putting Benes in deep hypothermia.






Thas freezing him

as low as is compatible with human life.



Ill slow down his heartbeat, circulation

and all other physical processes.



Even so, Colonel, because of our size -



I mean, the lack of it -

we'll still be cruising pretty fast.



We'll be smashed to bits

if there's turbulence.



The only danger of turbulence

is in the heart,



and we're not going through it.



Once in the carotid artery,



we remain within the arterial system

until we reach the point of the damage,



where Dr Duval will attempt

to dissolve the clot with a laser beam.



Thank you.



After the operation,

we return by way of the venous system



until we reach the base of the neck,

where we'll be removed



right here. With a hypodermic.



How will you know

where the sub is at any moment?



Dr Michaels is a circulatory specialist

and will act as your navigator.



He'll know where you are and you can

communicate directly with us by wireless.



Also the sub is nuclear powered. We'll track it

just as we would any radioactive tracer.



There'll be surgeons standing by



to remove you immediately

should anything happen.



In any event,

you must be out within    minutes.



After that, you're in danger of attack.



Attack? Who? Or should I say what from?



Benes's natural defences.



White corpuscles, antibodies.



You see, once you begin to grow,

you become a menace to the body



and you'll trigger them off.



And there may be other, unknown, factors.

We can't be certain of anything.



Any further questions? Anybody?



- Just one, General.

- Whas that?



Where do I get a cab back to town?



Dr Michaels,

proceed to the sterilisation section.



Yes, sir.



Will you follow me?



How much can a man give to his country?



Your attention, please.



Make the final preparations.






How's it look, Henry?



Holding steady.    per minute.






Jack, whas the report?



Respiration is down to six a minute.



I wouldn't take him down any further.






Any problems, Dr Sawyer?



No, sir.

We're holding him at    degrees Centigrade.



- How do we stand?

- Ready.



They're now entering

the sterilisation corridor, sir.



Please board and check

all your equipment immediately.



Here's the particle, sir.



- Everything aboard?

- All squared away.



Dr Michaels.



- Yes?

- Here's your chart table right here.



All the maps and charts

are in sequence from left to right.



- And here's your checklist.

- Dr Duval and I will check the charts.



Fine. Mr Grant?



- This is your wireless station here.

- Good.



- Ocular motor nerve.

- I see.



- Need any help, skipper?

- Oh, yeah. We'll save some time.



Open this, would you? Set it down there.



- Where? On the deck here?

- Yeah, right there.



- Thas radioactive material.

- Is atomic fuel.



- Is it all right to open it?

- Perfectly safe.



There's a microscopic

radioactive particle inside.



Nothing big enough

to be seen with the naked eye.



If is no military secret, how can a sub

run on a microscopic particle?



They can't reduce nuclear fuel.



But once the reactor's been miniaturised,



a microscopic particle should put out

enough energy to activate it.



Thas cutting it close for a perfect fit.



Well, it should work, theoretically.



If it doesn't, the whole mission's off.



You see, this craft is nuclear powered.

All except for your wireless.



All in all, quite a canoe.



Designed for piscatorial research:

Spawning habits of deep-sea fish.



That reminds me,

I'd better spawn a radio message.



Test message from the Proteus, sir.

"Miss Peterson has smiled."



Well, thas an auspicious sign.

Confirm receiving.






How will you be able to follow my charts

from up there?



There's no power on now,

but once there is...



May I have this chart, please?



You just place the chart here and it

will come through on that repeater.



- Repeater?

- Yeah, the devi...



Come on, I'll show you.



- There, thas it.

- Oh, yes.



It all seems quite simple to operate.



Actually, it is, although the controls

are highly sophisticated.



Look here.



There's a button and a switch for everything.



Bet you're pretty handy around the house.



Can you cook?



We're pushing oxygen today.



I'll have some laughing gas.



You're not looking forward to it?



Is not exactly a pleasure cruise.



I think is very exciting.



We're going to see things

no one has ever seen before.



Not just something under a microscope.



- Think about it.

- Thas the trouble, I am.



- Being shrunk!

- You may learn to like it.



Excuse me.



For a nice young lady, you play

with the damnedest toys, Miss Peterson.



Thall teach you where to keep your hand.



Now I know.



That could be quite a lethal weapon.

It could kill, not cure.



Not in the hands of a great surgeon

like Dr Duval.



The beam from this laser can be regulated

to one millionth of a millimetre.



You've been Dr Duval's assistant

for some time.



- He must have snatched you out of a cradle!

- I've been with him since I got out of school.



He brought me into the CMDF

over five years ago.



- Thas a long time with one man.

- Not working with someone like Dr Duval.









- Prepare for miniaturisation.

- Positions, please.



- I still have something to check.

- Right. Mr Grant?



There are two seats under the chart table.

Would you pull them out, please?



Secure your safety belts.



Miss Peterson, this is your chair right here.



- Doctor, let me help you.

- No, is all right. I can manage.



- Doctor?

- Yes, Cora.






I wanted to say that...



What is it? Is anything wrong?



No, nothing. I... just wanted to say...



thank you for taking me along.



Thank you for volunteering.



Right, Mr Grant.

You can tell them the Proteus is ready.



- The Proteus? Whas that?

- The name of this vessel.



Sounds better than calling it the U-     .



Proteus reports all secured, sir.






All stations, stand by.



All medical posts, stand by.



Check scanner. Computer  - .



Checks out on radar.



Instruct computer for a plus  - - .



Phase one.



- Colonel?

- OK to proceed.



Phase two.



Elevate zero module.



Lower zero module.



Halt and transfer.



HDR in order.



Elevate zero module.



We'll submerge manually.

Mr Grant, open induction valves one and two.



- Where are they?

- There's one port and one starboard.



On the bulkhead right behind you.



- I'll get the other.

- Fine.



- You ready?

- Yeah.



Induction valve open.



Valve open.



Close valves.



Valve closed.



Right. Thas all for the present.



- I can't breathe.

- Dr Michaels.



- Dr Michaels!

- I've got to get out.



Is too late for that.



Now, we must go on.



I'm sorry. I...



I've got claustrophobia. I was...



I was buried alive in an air raid in England.



Two days.



I thought I'd got over it.



Please forgive me.



I'll really be all right now.



Come on.

You'll feel better once we're underway.



Thank you.



Lock and hold.



- OK, Colonel.

- OK.



Phase three.



All stations,    and counting.



- Inform Proteus they are at full reduction.

- Yes, sir.



- At full reduction.

- Right.



- That air feels good.

- Yes.



- Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm OK.



Mr Grant, tell them the Proteus is on power.



- Proteus on power, sir.

- OK, Don, is all yours.



Phase four.



Elevate zero module.



Check thermal blanket.






Contact Proteus.



- Stand by for injection.

- Right.






Tracking post.



The medieval philosophers were right.



Man is the centre of the universe.



We stand in the middle of infinity,

between outer and inner space.



And there's no limit to either.



I never imagined

it could be anything like this.



- No, I always thought it was nothing but red.

- Only to the naked eye.



Those corpuscles carrying oxygen

give the stream its colour.



The rest of the plasma's

very much like sea water.



- An ocean of life.

- End to end,        miles long.



Dr Duval?



What could those be?



That looks like

the molecular structure of proteins.



I don't agree.



- We should stop and investigate.

- I'm afraid we haven't time.



Captain, keep your present heading

until we're in the clear.



Arterial wall to the left.



- Whas our speed?

-    knots.



You should reach

the main branching artery in two minutes.



Keep the wall at this distance

when you turn.



That should bring you safely

into the middle of the branch.



- Captain, correct your course and speed.

- She won't respond. We're in a current.



- That isn't possible.

- Not in a sealed vessel like an artery.



There's something wrong with your controls.



No, is a current. Is too strong.

I can't seem to break out of it.



Whirlpool. Strap yourselves in.



Anyone hurt?






I'm all right. Thank you, Doctor.



Where are we?



The corpuscles are blue.



Captain, whas your compass heading?



Proteus off course.



They've... they've crossed over

into the jugular vein!



That can't be. There's no direct

connection between the two.



Well, normally not.



Unless there's an arteriovenous fistula.



A what?



Is a forced joining of a vein and an artery.



It must have happened when Benes was hurt.



Yes, a fistula too small

to show up in the tests.



- But big enough for us.

- Can you head back into the artery?



No, we can't fight that current.

Is impossible.



Well, try not to drift down any further.



I'll do what I can.



Is there an alternate route?



We can go forward on this course but...

that means going directly through the heart.



No, we can't do that either.

We decided in the briefing.



This craft couldn't stand the turbulence.



It would be a hundred times worse

than the whirlpool.



Thas just dandy!

We can't go forward and we can't go back.



There's only one thing we can do.

Call off the mission.



We've no choice. We've got to take them out.



No. We've still got    minutes. Leave 'em in.



But is hopeless.

They can't go back and they can't go on.



There's no choice but to remove them.



Not until the last second. We gotta

think of something to save the situation.



Proteus reports trapped in venous system.

Requests removal, sir.



Well, there it is.



What do I tell them, General?






Without killing him,

how long could we stop his heart?



- The less time the better.

- I know, but whas the maximum?



In his comatose state and

everything slowed down,



no more than    seconds.



At top speed, adjusting distance

for degree of miniaturisation,



that sub should get through the heart

in exactly    seconds.



Thas only three seconds to revive him.



What are the problems involved

in stopping the heart?



Nothing - compared with starting it up again.



We're wasting time. Les get on with it.



Message to Proteus.



- Cardiac red alert.

- Maintaining maximum speed,



the sub should get through the heart

in    seconds.



This will allow us three seconds to spare

in which to revive him.



To minimise the turbulence

we will have to arrest the heart.



Prepare for cardiac shock. Remove the radar.



The Proteus will proceed

to the entrance of the right atrium,



at which point the heart will be stopped -

by electric shock.






And if it takes longer to get through?



We can't take a second more.



Captain, head in the direction of the flow

and then drift with it.



Well, that looks pretty complicated.



I shall be able to guide you once we're inside.



Ready for cardiac shock.









Listen. The heart.



- Yes. Is slowed down a great deal.

- Sounds like heavy artillery.



It lays down quite a barrage.

Over    million beats in a year.



And every beat separates a man from eternity.



Stand by.



They're about to stop the heart.



Full power when we enter the valve.



Hit it!



   seconds left. Including three to revive him.



   seconds, Doctor.



The semilunar valve

should be on our left any second now.



Stand by to revive.



- There it is.

- Bear to your left.



- Can you see it, Captain?

- Yes. I see it now.



Brace yourselves. There'll be a tremendous

surge when the heart starts up again.



If it does.



Eight seconds left.






They're in the pulmonary artery.



They'll make up time once they get

through that and reach the pleural cavity.



Respiration post.



- Whas his rate, Jack?

- Back to six per minute.



Dammit! I just had them cleaned.



They all lead to the same place:



The lungs.



Dr Michaels,

the channel is getting awfully narrow.



Yes, we're entering a capillary.



Try to stay in the middle.



The wall's transparent.



Is less than one ten-thousandth

of an inch thick. And porous.



Doctor, just think of it.



We're the first ones to actually see it happen.



The living process.



Mind letting me in on

whas going on out there?



Is just a simple exchange, Mr Grant.



Corpuscles releasing carbon dioxide



in return for oxygen

coming through on the other side.



- Don't tell me they're refuelling!

- Oxygenation.



We've known it exists

even though we never saw it.



Like the structure of the atom.



But to actually see

one of the miracles of the universe,



the engineering of the cycle of a breath...



I wouldn't call it a miracle.

Just an interchange of gases.



The end product

of     million years of evolution.



You can't believe all that is accidental? That

there isn't a creative intelligence at work?



Well, the creative...



- Mr Grant?

- Yes, skipper?



I'm losing pressure in the flotation tanks.



Check the manual control panel.

Is aft on the starboard side.



The left tank's losing pressure.



There must be a short

in the electrical valve circuit system.






That takes care of the valves. I suppose it

happened because of that electric shock.



- Is there any damage?

- Not to the valve.



But we've lost so much air

we can't make it the rest of the way.



What do you propose to do, Captain?



There's nothing we can do.

We can't continue without full tanks.



- Any reserve air?

- Enough to breathe, but thas all.



Just a few cells away from a vast air chamber,



one of the countless alveoli of the lung,



and we can't get enough air

to fill a microscopic tank!



Maybe we can.



- Skipper, is there a snorkel on this sub?

- Yes, there is.



Could I run a tube through that wall

without harming Benes?



At our present size, I should think so,




If those corpuscles can take on air,

there's no reason why we can't.



All we have to do is

hook up the snorkel to that air chamber,



and when Benes inhales,



there should be plenty of pressure

to force the oxygen into the tank.



- How's that sound to you, skipper?

- Well, is a dangerous procedure.



If I miss the timing

we could explode the air tanks, but...



I'm willing to try it.



I think we should.



Yes, of course. We must try it.



One more thing. Ill be safer

if everybody leaves the sub but me.



I'll get the equipment.






- You didn't fasten it down too well.

- But I did! I'm positive.



- Then how come it worked loose?

- I've no idea.



How badly is it damaged?



I don't know. We'll have to test it.



Thall have to wait until after we're refuelled.



I can't imagine how it could have happened.

I distinctly remember fastening it down.



Musve been jarred loose

during the whirlpool.



Better get these on as quickly as possible.



They've stopped on

the outer limits of the left lung.



Another delay, with only    minutes left.



Ill be close

but there's still a margin of safety.



Les find out whas holding them up.

Contact the Proteus.



Must be some kind of mechanical difficulty.



I told you to cut down on the sugar.



Oh, I can't help it. I'm just weak, I guess.



- Shouldn't you answer that?

- Not now. We need air, not greetings.



- Is full of rocks.

- Those are impurities embedded in the lung.



Carbon from smoke and specks of dust.



Well, we'd better get on with it.



Careful! There's a tremendous air pressure

in there in relation to our size.



I'll hold her from the other side of the wall.

Maybe that will do it.



- Tie my safety line to the sub.

- Here. Let me have it.



All right, now. Push the snorkel through

as soon as I get inside.



Wait for the lull -

between the time he inhales and exhales.









He's gone!



What can we do?



"Delay caused by stop to refuel air."



"Proceeding through pleural cavity."



"Refuel air"?



Why not?

They had a choice of over a billion alveoli.



And a broken trigger wire.



A smashed transistor.



No way to fire the lamp.



Well, thas the end of the laser.



- You must carry spare parts.

- Nothing thas built into the chassis.



- If it only hadn't come loose!

- Thas beside the point now.



- Isn't there another operation you could try?

- No. No, there's no other way.



I don't see the sense in going on with this.



- But we must!

- With no laser?



If you had a transistor about this size

and power output



and a thin enough wire, could you mend it?



Yes, but it requires absolute precision.



A surgeon might.



Yes. Yes, I could do it.



Well, if I had the parts!



I've got a source. All we have to do is tap it.



Grant, just a minute. You're surely

not going to dismantle the wireless?



Is just one transistor and a circuit wire.



Thall knock out our communications.

We'll be cutting ourselves off.



They'd still be able to track us by radar

because of the radioactive fuel.



Whas it to be? The wireless, or Benes's life?



Send a message to the control tower.



Message from the Proteus, sir.



"Cannibalising wireless to repair laser."



- They're what?

- "This is our last message."






Now they're really on their own.



We can track 'em, but thas all we can do.



Something told me I got into

the wrong end of this business.



Inner space...!



The transistor will do,

but the wire is much too thick.



- There's nothing closer.

- Let me see.



I might be able to scrape it thin enough.



Cora, would you bring me

a number    scalpel, please?



Yes, Doctor.



Looks like the sea at dawn.



We're safe as long as it remains that colour.



We're in the pleural sac.



It keeps the lungs from rubbing against

the wall of the chest. Up there.



When those membranes become inflamed

we get pleurisy and a racking cough.



Cough? If he can kick up a storm

by just breathing...!



His pleura's in fine condition.

Should be plain sailing from here on.



Les hope so.



So far, someone's tried to sabotage

this mission twice.






I don't quite understand.



I saw the laser before we started.

It was fastened down securely.



What happened was no accident.



Any more than my safety line snapping

after it was tied off to the sub.



- Surely you don't suspect Duval.

- That line was tampered with.



I don't know what to say.



I know he's under a cloud, but...



there's not a more dedicated man

in medicine.



We still never know anyone's mind.



I don't believe it. It was an accident.



- Two in a row?

- Is possible.



Look at those walls up ahead.



We're entering the lymphatic system.

Those are nuclei of cells lining a duct.



I always had an idea

there was only one system: The circulatory.



The lymphatic system

drains off excess fluid from the tissues.



Without it, we'd all blow up like balloons.



- Looks like quite a navigation problem.

- Only until we get through the nodes.



The lymphatic glands.



- Keep your present compass heading.

- Right.



We're picking up seaweed,

or whatever that is.



Reticular fibres.

We ought to be clear of them soon.



Well, I hope so, Doctor.



Because if that stuff clogs the vents,

the engines will overheat.



Whas causing all this?



- Looks like somebody declared war.

- Thas exactly what it is.



Antibodies destroying bacteria or any other

foreign invader that threatens the system.



Look! Is taken on its exact shape.



- Is like hand in glove.

- Much closer. Like two atoms.



We'll never get there in time at this rate.



Isn't there another route to bypass all this?



- No.

- Yes!



- There's no other suitable route.

- Yes, there is.



We can transfer to the inner ear.

And go by way of the endolymphatic duct.



- Why don't we take it?

- Because is more hazardous



than the route we're following now.



You see, once in the ear,



any noise at all in the operating theatre

would be disastrous.



At our reduced size, any vibrations inside

the ear would have a shattering effect.



Well, they're tracking us. Once they see

where we're going they'll take precautions.



All right.

Les hope they realise the danger.



Captain, I'll give you a new heading.



Proteus turning, in quadrant  - .



Finally. They're heading for the inner ear.



About time they realised they'd never

make it the other way.



Your attention, please.

Proteus is about to enter the inner ear.



You are not to walk, talk,

or make a sound of any kind.



Absolute silence must be maintained

until they are out of the danger area.



- Whas wrong, skipper?

- What I was afraid would happen.



That stuff we passed through

that looks like seaweed?



Yes, reticular fibres.



It clogged the intake vents.

We're not getting any propulsion.



Well, there's only one thing to do.






I'll see if maybe there's some way

I can clear those vents.



How long do you think ill take?



Quite some time.



- Wouldn't it be quicker if we all helped?

- You're right. We haven't a minute to spare.



- Would you...?

- Oh, yes.



I'll stay behind.



I'd better use the time

to finish repairing the laser.



Why don't you start on the engines?



Report no movement of the Proteus

since entering quadrant  -  at level D.



   minutes left, maximum.



This is just what we need. Another delay.



You'll wind up a Hindu.



They respect all forms of life, however small.






Please help!



There she is.



She's damaging those fibres.

Antibodies will attack any moment.






The pressure. I...



- I can't...

- Get back to the sub. I'll get her out.






- Where are they?

- They're below the cells of Hensen.



If the antibodies reach her,

they'll attack as if she were bacteria.



Open it! Open it before they get here.



I can't till the hatch is flooded.



They're tightening!



Please! I... can't... breathe.



I can't...



They've crystallised.



Is all right, Cora. Is all right.



They're on their way again.



   minutes left.



What a time to run out of sugar.



Looks like quite a way.



We'll reach the base of the brain soon.

From there is not far to the site of the injury.



But we're running out of time.



Where's that light coming from?



Is from the outside world.



Filtering in through Benes's eardrum.



That puts us right here.



Which means we can head for

the subarachnoid cavity.



The Proteus has passed the inner ear and

is now in the channel leading to the brain.



I thought I'd die when the scissors

dropped on the floor.



- Is against my betterjudgement.

- To wait until it may be too late?



- I've done all I could with the laser!

- All I ask...



I'm only asking him

that he test it beforehand.



If it doesn't work,

is beyond my power to fix it.



But if it does, there's no telling

how long ill stand up.



Is ajury rig at best and we'll need

every second of use we can get out of it.



Thas why I don't want to put extra

strain on it by running unnecessary tests!



- Dr Duval, I insist that you test the laser.

- I'll do nothing of the sort!



The operation is my responsibility.

I won't do it.



All right. As usual you want it your own way.

Only this time there's more at stake.



I know whas at stake, Dr Michaels.



Imagine! They're in the human mind.



"Yet all the suns that light

the corridors of the universe



shine dim before the blazing

of a single thought,



proclaiming an incandescent glory:

The myriad mind of Man."



Quite poetic, gentlemen.

Let me know when we pass the soul.



The soul? The finite mind

cannot comprehend infinity,



and the soul which comes

from God is infinite.



Yes, but our time isn't.



- If my calculations are correct...

- Doctor, whas that up ahead?



Thas it. Thas the site of the injury,

that dark spot.



- We'd better get prepared.

- There isn't time.



I don't see how you could operate

and get out of here before the hour's up.



Captain, head for the removal point.



Removal point? What are you talking about?



We've only six minutes left.



Hold it, skipper.



- What happens if we overstay?

- Once time's up, deminiaturisation begins.



Then, within seconds, this ship will grow big

enough to become a danger to the system.



Then white corpuscles will destroy it

as they would any other invader.



How long will it take

to get from here to the removal point?



- About two minutes.

- That still leaves me four minutes to operate.



All you'll succeed in doing

is getting us trapped.



I simply won't hear of it.



Captain, return to the removal point.



All right.



Grant, what are you doing? My power's gone.



Dr Duval, get the laser.



I'm in charge. You were instructed

to take orders, not to give them.



- The situation has changed.

- Nothing has, so far as my authority goes.



We've got to get out of here now.



Is suicide. I'm not going to let him operate.



You're in no condition to make any decision.



You're not going through with this. I forbid it.



- I won't allow anyone to leave this ship!

- I'm going to do all I can to save Benes.



Don't you see what you've done? You've

given him a perfect opportunity to kill Benes.



- I don't believe that.

- Because of all his gibberish about the soul?



Camouflage, thas all that is, to blind

the gullible and cover up his real identity.



A fanatic whose only purpose is to kill Benes!

And now you've made it possible.



I've come up against fanatics before

and Duval doesn't fit the pattern.



Skipper, I'm going out there to help.




we need at least two minutes to get out.



How does it look, Doctor?



If I can relieve the pressure

on a few key vessels...



Doctor, we've had it.



If I can clear this central nerve,

that may be enough.



Captain, there's something wrong

with the escape hatch.



- What do you mean?

- Fluid is seeping through. Have a look at it.



Fluid? There shouldn't be any fluid...



Yes, you'll see it underneath the door.



That should do it.






- Is heading for the nerve!

- I don't understand.



The laser. Let me have the laser!



Give me your widest beam.



Full power.



The ship's finished.



We'll have to get out on our own.

Is there a quick way out?



- What about Dr Michaels?

- White corpuscles!



We've got to get them out.

They'll ingest the ship and everything in it.



Stay here, both of you.

Hold them off if you can.



What happened?



Dr Michaels... went berserk.



- Berserk, nothing!

- Get me out!



Get this on, quick.

If a window blows we'll lose this airlock.



Grant, help! I'm trapped! Help me!



Grant, can't get my...



Can't get my hands out. Get me out of here.



My hands are trapped.



I can't move... can't move my hands.



I can't move my hands.



I can't move my hands.

Get me out! Get me out of here!



Get me out!



Come on, is no use.



- Thas the end of the laser.

- You said there was a quick way out.



We could follow the optic nerve

to the corner of the eye.



Time's up.

We'll have to take them out immediately.



It means killing Benes. For all we know,

they may have completed the operation.



Damn it to hell!



Attention, please.

You will remove the Proteus immediately.



Remove the radar.



Prepare for trephination.



Light impulses. On the way to the brain.



We're nearing the eye.



Hold it, Doctor.



What is it?



That blip we're picking up

might only be a radioactive particle.



The Proteus may already be destroyed.



- What are you getting at?

- If I were in their place, running out of time,



I'd abandon ship

before I grew to dangerous size



and use the extra minutes

to get out the quickest way possible.



On my own.



Along the optic nerve to the eye.



Wait    seconds.



Glass slide, quick.



Open that door, please!


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