Journey to the Seventh Planet

There are no limits to the imagination.

And man's ability to make reality

out of his visions...

is his greatest strength.

Through this skill he has been able

to conquer time and space.

The story you are about to see takes place...

after man has solved

the complex mysteries of space travel.

The year is 2001.

Life is changed now.

The planet Earth is no longer racked

by wars and threats of annihilation.

Man has learned to live with himself.

Zero.

The United Nations is the sole

governing body of the world...

and the great hunger now is for knowledge.

All the planets near the sun,

including Saturn...

have been explored

and chartered by the UN space fleet.

But as yet, no sign of life in any form

has been discovered.

The search goes on,

and systematic exploration continues.

Spaceship Explorer 12...

is now on a mission to survey, land...

and investigate the seventh planet, Uranus.

We got an extra passenger.

She's new.

Who is she, Don?

Sorry, Commander, this is private stock.

Name's Greta Tyson.

Haven't met her myself yet,

but I worked and schemed for two months.

Finally got a date with her tonight,

and they had to call this U-Day.

You look like you could

go for her yourself, Commander.

Don't tell me you're looking for romance.

No, Sullivan. Love is one luxury

I've never had time for.

- It's no problem for me, sir.

- No, Don, for you it's a hobby.

Why don't you find one girl

and settle down?

"You and your wife

can make a career of it." Me?

I'm like the commander.

Space is my vocation.

Women, that's my avocation.

Like food with Barry.

O'Sullivan, we've all got some vice.

Mine's safer than yours.

And that's my advice to Karl,

in case he has any ideas about women.

There's plenty of time, kid.

In Germany where I lived...

there was a girl, Ursula.

But I never really got to know her very well.

Maybe when we get back, I'll line you up.

There was a girl, Lisa, a real chick.

She was German, too.

A UN biological expert.

Boy, was she biological!

I wish I could have taught her

my kind of biology.

Okay, now, let's get back to space.

Check out, and then we'll study

our flight instructions.

Don, chart info.

Yes, sir.

We passed the moon

Should be sighting Mars

in about 40 minutes.

On schedule, on course, sir.

Barry, radio and radar check.

Checks out, Commander.

Spoke to HQ, Base 7. Loud and clear,

right on schedule, operation normal.

Karl?

Radiation normal.

No signs of meteors or other alien objects.

Svend?

All in order, Commander.

Atomic units functioning perfectly.

- Those motors are beautiful.

- Right.

Now, let's get down to flight instructions.

We were all briefed by control

before we left...

but let's go over it once more.

- Don, will you please read them?

- Yes, sir.

We are to follow the route of

the other Explorer ships past Mars...

Jupiter, and Saturn,

then on pre-set automatic to Uranus.

We are to circle the planet, survey,

and report before landing.

Some sort of radiation signal

has been traced to this planet.

And we are to investigate.

But there's no real expectation of life.

Sure, there's a sweet chance of that

at 200 degrees below zero.

Our mission is to land,

search the planet carefully...

check for the source of radiation signals

and for any sign of life, past or present.

We're allowed only 10 days,

or we lose our trajectory.

Is that understood? 10 days is all we have.

Any questions?

Excuse me, sir...

this is my first flight, and...

I understand.

We all got the jitters the first time out.

Take it easy. You'll be okay.

Why don't we open the ports and let

the boy get his first look at Miss Universe?

You know, there's nothing

like that first look.

Well, there she is, Karl. The universe.

Approaching Uranus.

Getting ready to go into orbit.

Acknowledged mark, your approach

is chartered. Start signal from 00:05.

This is Explorer 12.

Wilco and out.

Ready to cut deceleration rockets.

Deceleration rockets' cut-off ready, sir.

Fuel consumption?

Normal and steady.

Rig for weightlessness.

Duration, two minutes.

Ten seconds to orbital position.

Stand by.

Three, two, one.

Power off.

We're in orbit.

My last fresh-frozen galaxial apple.

Stand by for atmosphere entry.

Ready to fire retrorockets.

Cut in!

Don!

Karl!

Svend!

Come!

I have waited long for this moment.

Give me your minds.

Your innermost thoughts.

You are powerless.

I shall drain your minds...

and bend your will to mine.

You will submit...

and I shall...

possess you.

Through your minds and bodies...

I will rule you...

and make your world mine.

What happened?

I guess we all blacked out.

But for how long?

The chronometer shows a lapse

of nearly two hours.

Two hours, and how many days?

- What do you mean?

- This.

It was fresh. I just took it out.

Now it's rotten.

In two hours?

Matter can't react like that.

All right, everybody, snap out of it.

We'll figure that out later.

Right now, we land. Don?

- Still in orbit, sir.

- Stand by.

Ready to fire retrorockets.

Cut in.

What's the gravity pull?

- Ready braking rockets.

- Braking rockets ready, sir.

Fire rockets.

I wonder if they'll

have a welcome celebration.

Open the viewport, Don. Let's have a look.

I see it, but I don't believe it.

Frozen ammonia, they said.

Helium, hydrogen and methane gases.

A temperature of minus 200.

Nothing like this.

Karl, what's the radiometer reading?

Interior radiation, normal.

Exterior radiation...

normal.

All right, let's get at it.

We're not going to leave the ship

until all tests have been made...

checked, and double-checked.

Begin atmosphere tests.

Who opened the air lock?

Fresh as a man could hope

from any atmosphere.

It sure is an effective way

of inviting us outside.

Get your guns.

What?

What's the matter, Svend?

You look as if you if had seen a ghost.

Maybe I have.

I have the strangest feeling...

I've been here before.

Dj vu, that's all.

- It's a trick of the imagination.

- No. It's not like that.

You see, I do know this area very well.

I spent my whole childhood there.

Commander...

over there...

inside the forest...

is a small stream.

And there is a large stone

in the middle of it.

Let's go. Keep your eyes open.

It's exactly as I remember it.

What do you make of it, sir?

I haven't any answers now, Don.

Not a breath of air.

No animal life.

Has any one of you seen anything alive?

What do you make of this?

Commander.

Look at this.

This plant has no roots.

Don, try that bush. Pull it up.

They're all the same.

Everything looks all right on the surface.

But how can it grow without roots?

Barry! Look!

An apple tree.

Wait a minute.

That tree wasn't here before.

And we passed right by here.

We've got an Alice in Wonderland

forest here.

Let's see how many

other surprises it has for us.

Keep together. Come on.

Commander! Don! Come here!

Look at this.

What is it?

It's a barrier of some kind. See?

- What do you make of it?

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