Moontrap: Target Earth Page #4

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- I don't know what happened.

I don't want to know.

But you got to make

them pay somehow.

- But I can't.

- Somehow.

You can't let the

bad guys always win.

- And you must

fulfill your destiny.

- Always ringing

at the wrong time.

And I hate that it's always

broadcasting your location.

Stay brave.

- Good evening.

Good evening again, one and all.

- You know

why we requested

your presence,

don't you, Richard?

- Oh, I can guess.

- Don't guess.

Tell us.

- Please.

- To explain why

the ancient craft

has yet to be disposed of.

- Destroyed.

The harlot captured.

And eliminated.

- You know that I will

ultimately follow your orders.

- Ultimately?

- Oh, I, ah, ah, please

do not misinterpret.

- Are we?

- I pray not but I would,

once again, wish to request

more time to access

its inner workings.

- We grow weary

of explaining to you

that whatever it

contains can not counter

the negative cultural

effects of its existence.

- Even, even if it

were not constructed

by creatures, monsters,

from some other world

but built instead by humans

identical to us from

some long past age?

- Even more so.

- Certainly,

you have not forgotten

that such knowledge

of their existence

would undermine our

prime means of control.

- Of course not.

- The time for

closure has now arrived.

- Has passed.

- And I will immediately

fulfill your wishes.

The relic ground into dust

and scattered to the wind.

- The harlot?

- Located and

butchered, of course.

- See that you do.

- I will.

- Good evening, Richard.

- F***.

- What's up?

Oh yes, sir, Mr. kontral.

- I'm accelerating the

examination of our project.

- Cool.

- Be prepared to begin with--

- this the harlot you're

looking for, shithead?

- So melodramatic.

How on earth did you

manage to get in here?

- Amazing what some guys'll

do for major blow job.

- From you?

I don't think so.

- I care not.

- You do realize you're not

getting out of here alive, dear.

- Kind of figured that.

- So why the visit?

- To slit your f***ing throat.

- Oh, such malice.

- Yes, that's me.

- Ugh, how blandly

lower middle class.

Just because we butchered your

pathetic little sweetheart?

- F***.

- On your knees.

- Listen to her.

- It's the only way

you're ever gonna

get a woman to do

that, you creep.

- Why must you continuously

insist on referencing

such an unpleasant

subject, Sharon?

- F*** you.

- I do like your attitude.

So come on, tell me.

Just to satisfy my

ever inquiring mind,

how did you manage

to slip by security?

- No sweat.

Your girlfriend stepped

out for a smoke.

- Nicole, I'm disappointed.

- Your bosses need a

higher level of employment.

- Oh well, it's a

national problem.

I am sorry we didn't

get to spend more

quality time together, Sharon.

Oh, well.

Dispose of her.

Oh, that you'll find

she's really very good at.

- Holy sh*t.

- Oh, oh, that's awkward.

You, uh, heard our whole

little confrontation?

- Uh, I know nothing.

- Help me.

Don't let this--

- now my hand is

seriously pained.

It's about time we put an

end your sad little story.

- Uh, Mr. kontral?

- What?

- When that

woman comes on camera,

the readings here, they

blast off the charts.

- What do you mean?

- From the spaceship.

- Really?

- Yep.

- What, when it saw her?

Point your camera at her.

Huh, change of plan.

Bring her along with us.

Oh, secure her in

the usual manner.

Welcome, Sharon.

Now let's see if you

really are essential

to this historic puzzle.

- F*** you.

- Check the readouts.

Shazam.

- All right, here,

let me have that.

Aha.

Well, now that is

very interesting.

You really are linked to our

little project, aren't you?

- All I did was

interpret some etchings.

Just doing my job, you creep.

- No, you're far more than that,

way beyond random coincidence.

This ship lying dormant

for thousands of years

and then reacting

now only to you.

Serendipity?

Oh, I don't think so.

Chess pieces are being moved.

- Go f*** yourself.

- Now, Sharon, if you're

going to be part of history,

you'll have to be a

little more elegant.

Ho, ho, ho, it just

can't wait to meet you.

- Easy with the camera.

- Bill me.

Come on, let's

take a little walk.

- Um, I'll stay here

and man the shop.

- Stay close.

And those idiots wanted me

to destroy this treasure.

Bring her.

Well, you were right

about one thing.

It is beautiful.

- It's not yours.

- Oh, whose is it?

- It belongs to--

- to the world?

To science?

- Yes.

- Well, that's not

going to happen.

So you and I are going to

continue our little walk alone.

Just to see what happens.

Move.

Come on, don't be frightened.

I have a very strong feeling

this thing doesn't

want to harm you.

- Yeah, well hopefully

that doesn't include you.

- Wait.

A valid concern.

On your knees.

- What?

- On your knees.

- You're f***ing kidding me.

- I never kid.

Just do it.

Put your hands on the surface.

Touch it.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

It is so exited to see you.

Now, what do you feel?

I said, what do you feel?

- It's cold, powerful.

- Wonderful.

Cold power.

Wonderful.

Thank you, Sharon,

I don't think I could have

put it any better myself.

See, that's what this

has all been about.

Cold power, Sharon.

Cold power and when i

have it at my command,

when I control it, i

mean fully control it,

and in my control alone,

then I'll take that power

and the world will have to

listen to Richard kontral.

- A**hole.

- Oh, sh*t.

Time for a smoke.

Nice tin man.

Nice tin man.

Have fun tonight, b*tch.

- Hello?

Hello?

Anybody out there?

How's it going?

Hello?

- Hey, hey, hey.

You don't want to miss the

whole adventure, do you?

Your awakening has been duly

noted by our tall friend.

- Oh, god.

- And he appears to

be very interested--

- shut the f*** up.

- Take your clothes off.

- What, and get on my knees?

- Oh, please, you're

not that irresistible.

Take them off.

Do it, or it's going to.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Pst!

- What?

- Socks, don't

forget your socks.

- Stop helping me.

- Wow, queen of outer space.

- You have no idea

of how close you are.

- Well then, would you

please enlighten me.

- Since when did

we become friends?

Slitting your throat is

still my number one priority.

- Well, that's a real shame.

And here I thought we were

getting along so well.

- Forward.

Huh, even Mr. ray

Charles, right?

- What?

- Nothing of interest.

- The moon?

We're there?

- Apparently so.

- So fast.

How is that possible?

- Super science.

Super power.

- So, you haven't a clue.

- Not a one.

You're the first woman

on the moon, I believe.

Any appropriate words?

- F*** off.

- Oh.

- And you're wrong.

- How so?

- I've met her twin sister.

- Who is she?

- Curiouser and

curiouser grows our tale.

Well, that was entertaining.

- Since when did you

become comedy relief?

- Oh, please, by no means.

- Just shut the hell up.

Don't say another word to me.

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