Moontrap: Target Earth Page #3

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- We turned in our report,

were patted on our heads,

and told to hit the road.

- Ouch.

- That's not exactly

what happened.

- Oh, really?

Then tell me what did.

- We wrapped up our job.

- Our job?

- The one we agreed to

do and get paid for.

Our job.

- So, discovering, interpreting,

what could potentially

change the world, change the

world, that's just a job?

- Change the world?

I know the world

should be changed.

- It needs to be changed.

- But saying this

discovery could is extreme.

- No, it isn't, Daniel.

If what we've found

out was made public,

then everyone's

beliefs in reality,

in history, would transform.

- Maybe.

- No maybe.

You know I'm right about this.

- Fine, you're right.

- Thank you, professor.

- But are you sure

you're not pissed

just because we might

not be getting credit?

- Yeah, that's me, all right.

My goal's always been to be

interviewed by fake news.

- I'm sorry.

I know that's not you.

- Apology accepted.

- Okay, I'm listening.

Tell us what you want us to do.

- Daniel, I just want us to

somehow follow this through.

I just want to find out who

really wrote those inscriptions.

Why did she risk so--

- if it was a she.

- It was.

Why did she risk so

much for her lord god

and her world of

14,000 years ago?

- A world that was much

more advanced than now.

- Yeah, that's also

kind of major, isn't it?

- Yes.

- And what happened to them?

Why, how, did their

civilization vanish?

- And why aren't

we being allowed to

search for the answers?

- I don't know.

- And no clue as to

what kontral's bosses

are planning on doing next.

- True.

- I mean, who are

those guys anyway?

They certainly

didn't make me feel

especially warm and fuzzy.

- Same.

- So?

- F*** 'em, we go public.

- Yes.

- Right, we tell the world.

We give fake that interview.

- That is why you are still

the man and I love, you know.

- I do.

- Yeah.

- Ready for that drink?

- Yes, to celebrate.

- Agreed.

- All right.

- Oh, crap.

What's wrong with the?

Can you help me?

- Okay.

- No, scout.

- Oh, sure.

- You know you drive me nuts.

- That's my job.

- Crazy kids.

Ha!

Hey, it's interview time.

- Hello, handsome.

My god, what happened?

Dr. Allen, miss Turner.

Are you all right?

Are you okay?

Guess we'll do this the fun way.

- Ready to proceed?

- Definitely, showtime.

- It's not gonna moisten

halo's pants, but it's kickin.'

- I'll take that as a good.

- 548 ultra, ultra sensitive

suckers kissing it.

Feeding into this

hungry maxi gig baby.

Yeah, it's killer good.

- Just get on with

the tour, please.

Now, the images

are pretty accurate

but what we're seeing

is anybody's guess.

Oh, oh, something bad coming up.

Bonus points.

- Zoom in and enhance.

- Aye, captain.

We're going in.

- Whoa!

Holy crap.

- Get, get more detail.

- Uh, we're at Max.

- Another piece to the puzzle.

- A rubik's cube.

- An appropriate analogy.

- Oh, Mr. kontral.

- What is it?

- I'd like to show

you something, sir.

- Zero effect.

Like a diamond.

Denser.

Infinitely.

- Now that's interesting.

- It would take

something nuclear tipped

to break this baby apart.

- Well, that's never

out of the question.

- You can do that?

- You have no idea

what I can do.

- Sh*t.

- But then we'd lose our

little discovery wouldn't we

if I went all strangelove on it?

And I do so much

though want to know

what secrets you contain.

- Kontral, you are

one supreme prick.

- That's an

understatement, scout.

And he's sitting on--

- the discovery of the century.

- Another understatement.

- Then I suggest,

sir, that you decide

what you want to do a-sap.

- You do?

And why is that?

- Our sensors are

indicating increased,

growing activity inside.

Circuits, engines,

something is starting up.

- It's reactivating?

- Yes.

- That's interesting.

- And I think it's

getting ready to take off.

- Now, after waiting

14,000 years?

- My guess is that

it was covered

under tons of ore

that buried it.

And when we scraped it

off, something inside

said it could now break free.

- Well, can it?

- I have no idea of

knowing its power

but I'm pretty damn sure that's

what it's preparing to do.

- Well, we're just

going to have to

change its plans, aren't we?

- You're the boss.

- Yes I am.

- Doctor Allen, I presume.

- Crap

- stay down.

It's time for the

world to know, kontral.

- Now why on earth would

you come to that conclusion?

Nicole.

Lock on and execute.

- Oh no!

- I'm sorry.

I couldn't finish our job.

- Oh, no!

- Hey, hey.

It's okay.

It's just a dream.

- Death and destruction.

- That's a worry.

- Everything was burning

and I couldn't stop it.

- It's okay.

It was just a dream.

Remember?

- Yeah, sorry, sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

- It was really scary.

- Yeah, I figured that.

- You're so smart.

- And lovable.

- Just barely.

Can you hold me?

- If I must.

- Mm, feel good?

- It does.

- Mission accomplished.

- Remember,

we are god's creation.

And the creator of all has

placed his divine instructions

in the scriptures telling

us, no instructing us,

that it is our right, our

destiny, to enrich ourselves

from the world's limitless

ever=plentiful resources.

We must--

- this is where you should be.

Good food and good people.

- Thank you.

- You're quite welcome.

Now promise me you'll

find your way home.

Okay?

God bless you.

- You too.

- Sharon

Turner, 22, is being sought

for the brutal murder

of Daniel Allen.

Allen's charred and

dismembered body

was discovered late last

night by firefighters

in his oak palm apartment.

Allen and Turner were

reported to have been

romantically involved

and that Allen

had repeatedly tried

to end their affair.

- You can't occupy a booth

without ordering something.

- Coffee.

I didn't order that.

- No coffee for you.

No coffee period.

F***ing spill by the

f***ing upstream chem plant

contaminated the town's water.

My idiot boss should

close the place.

- Bad news.

- Yeah.

Anyway, you need this

more than coffee.

It's no charge.

You look like crap.

- Thanks, for the sundae.

- No big deal.

Nobody orders dessert anymore.

It's like a world gone mad.

- Yeah.

- Do uou need a job?

- No, I'm okay.

- Yeah, right.

Look, if they ever clean

up this water mess,

they're gonna need help here.

Its' not too shitty once

the owner gets the message

you're not going to blow him.

- No, really.

- Okay.

Snot.

- Yeah.

- Tears.

- Can't stop 'em.

- Bad news?

- Bad, bad day.

- Mary, when

we gonna get some coffee?

- Ask the president.

How bad?

- Real bad.

Lost--

- your guy?

- Yeah.

No, he wasn't just a guy.

He was the only one

who saw the real me.

He was my best friend

before he was--

- look, life goes on, hon.

You'll find another.

- He was killed today.

- F***.

- Murdered.

- Double f***.

- And they're going

to get away with it.

- What

are you saying?

- They're too rich,

they're too powerful.

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