Moontrap Page #2

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And always get the same results.

No, there's no mistake.

He and his ship were on the moon

14,000 years ago.

What about that?

Well, that's some very tough alloy.

And hollow inside.

We can't seem to open it

without destroying it.

Dr. Burns, do you really want me

to report to the president

that you believe we may have some

kind of ancient astronaut here?

Well, that's not quite the way

I would put it, Mr. Haskell,

but that It is the general idea.

Do you want to see the analysis again?

It's not necessary. I do want

a copy of the print-off though

for my report on your

cockamamie theory.

What is it with you?

You think we're making all this up?

It's right out there in front of you,

goddamnit!

Colonel, we have all been

around in budget time.

There's nothing like a little

mystery in space hyped

to sort of jack up the bucks at NASA.

Right, Chuck?

Come on, you can't be serious!

We've just presented you with the facts!

I don't believe this guy!

I think it's outrageous

for you to even suggest

that we would try to pull off a hoax,

Mr. Haskell.

I don't recall accusing you

of anything, doctor.

All I know is, is that this

sounds a lot like that junk

my kid watches on Saturday morning TV.

You know, you have a real problem, friend.

Forget it, pal, the guy's a jerk.

Look, why don't we all just take a break?

Relax!

Get some coffee.

Whatever you say.

Access granted.

Replay analysis.

Organic remains:
human.

Age:
14,000 years.

Tissue reconstruction.

Suit reconstruction.

Ship reconstruction.

Hull composition: unknown.

Lunar dust present.

Probable origin:
Earth's moon.

Launch site...

Prometheus crater.

Prometheus crater.

Government contractors!

Okay, now, let me get this straight.

It looks like you're gonna tell Washington

that we rigged up some

kind of elaborate con job,

that this whole thing was a ploy

to pump up the budget?

My report'll have to speak for itself.

Well, Chuck, I guess we'll

have to file our own report.

For the president's advisory group.

It's beginning to look that way.

Now, that is going outside

of normal channels.

Well, we don't really wanna do that.

We'd rather talk to you.

So, talk.

We have to go back to the moon.

Oh, give me a break, Colonel!

Look, all the evidence points

to some ancient base there.

That's got to be important to us!

For the knowledge alone, if nothing else.

- A scientific investigation will show us--

- Yeah, yeah, right. Look...

Be realistic. It's been 20 years

since the last lunar mission.

Where're you gonna find

the hardware or the men...

- ...to do it?

- Wait a minute.

There's one complete set of Apollo unit

in mothballs down at the Cape.

And right here you've got

two seasoned astronauts,

who could be ready to go in a jiffy.

- Hell, I'm ready now!

- Hey, I don't know, Jason.

You've been out the intensive

training loop for a long time now.

Oh, bullshit, Chuck!

You know I can do it.

Well, maybe.

But we still need the funding.

I'm still listening.

Just think about it.

Think about how the president will react

when you tell him what we might find.

Great advances in space technology,

construction techniques,

life support systems, even weaponry.

- Oh, I doubt there would be any weapons.

- Why not?

Look, you're trying to suck me in, Grant.

I'm just trying to show you

what might be waiting for us.

Or for somebody else.

Of course you guys know

that the Soviets are supposed

to attempt a lunar landing

within the next two years.

Look, you can't stampede

the president with that kind of talk.

It's just a thought.

Still, it is a concern.

Security. Sergeant Peters.

Get a team up to the isolation room.

On the double! The body is missing!

All right, sit tight.

So, what do you think?

I think we got him.

Nice move bringing up the Russians.

I knew that'd put a bug up his ass.

Why aren't you going for the kill?

Way ahead of you, partner.

I'd like to kill this goddamn machine.

Come on!

This whole thing has got to go

through the the proper channels

all the way to the oval office.

I have no problem with that.

And until the president

makes his decision,

it is entirely a national security matter.

- Strictly need to know.

- Right.

Which is why you need us to fly it.

We'll only have to bring in

one other outsider.

- We need an orbital pilot.

- Major George Beck.

He flys the orbiter, while Ray

and I go down to the surface.

I'll feel better knowing that

it's Beck holding the fort,

until we can link back up

for the trip home.

So, now you're not only

making team assignments,

but you're also commanding

the mission, Colonel?

Don't even think of trying this without me.

Or me.

That's up to the president.

But you make the recommendation.

I missed out on the moon before.

Not this time.

Lieutenant, urgent. Come in.

Conners here, what is it?

Get down to sub-basement 2

with all your men.

Corridor 5C.

Bring every damn weapon in the place.

What's the situation?

There's something in the corridor.

Something huge.

I don't know what the hell it is.

Okay, we're out of here.

Hey, we don't take no sh*t

from a machine.

What the hell is going on?

Security breach!

Intruder in the basement!

Stay there!

Keep it together. Keep it together.

Goddamnit, take your positions!

Ready your weapons.

Fire on my command.

Wait! Wait! Wait, hold your fire!

Don't do anything foolish.

This is a great moment for mankind.

This is our chance to finally communicate

with a non-human intelligence.

We can't meet it with hostility.

With guns.

- No!

- Let him go.

We mean you no harm.

We just want to make contact.

Do you understand?

It sees him!

Please.

Give us a sign.

Get the son of a b*tch!

Let him have it!

Open fire!

- Oh, that son of a b*tch!

- Oh, shut up!

You know what I'm thinking?

I know what you're thinking.

So, what do you think?

I think it's a good idea.

Over here, alien freak!

Still undecided?

You win, Dad.

Old man still got it, huh?

Huh?!

Oh, sure, Dad.

All right.

You hungry?

I'm starving.

Burgers and fries?

Sounds great.

Mom's on some kind of

health food kick right now.

She's definetely anti-grease.

Nothing wrong with that.

- How's she doing?

- Still seeing Alan.

He just got a new dune buggy

to go with the surf board.

And he's getting into body-building.

Mom too.

Your momma pumping iron?

Well, she says she wants to

get in touch with her body.

Good for her.

So, grease burgers it is.

- Just don't tell her, all right?

- Okay.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Oh, hi, Ray.

- How're you doing, kid?

- I'm fine.

- Hey, how's school?

You know, school is school.

- Is your old man in?

- Yeah.

Dad's right here. Just a second.

I think he's bummed.

Hey, partner, what's up?

Come on, take it easy.

Damn it, keep your voice down!

Look, how about coming

over here for a while, all right?

I'll pick you up.

No, no, I mean it. Just sit tight.

I'll be right there.

Don't do anything, don't say anything.

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