Moontrap Page #3

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Okay?

Sh*t!

What's the problem?

I'd better go get him. He's shooting

his mouth off about classified stuff.

- You okay?

- Sure, Dad.

Why don't you put on that

Godzilla movie till I get back?

All right.

You're a riot, Alice!

You're a real riot!

One of these days... Bang, zoom!

...to the moon with you!

Ralph Kramden.

- That's it, you're cut off.

- Now, come on, Alice, honey.

You know I wouldn't send you

to the moon alone.

Now, come on, will you just

give me one lousy beer?

- That is lousy beer.

- Okay.

But it is the last one for you,

Moon Man.

And that goes for your friend too.

For crying out loud, last one!

Can you believe that?

No respect for marriages

and heroes in space.

You got that right, pal.

But things are gonna change.

Damn straight! You called Jason yet?

- He's coming down here to shut me up.

- Oh, yeah.

I know he never can.

- Sure as hell what?

- Sure as...

Jason, my man!

What is this bullshit?

Georgie and me, we got

a little something to tell you, pal.

Yeah, right. Let's call it a night, okay?

Listen, how does fame, fortune

and fast women sound to you?

Fine, great!

- Let's go, Penetrator.

- Oh, "The Penetrator"!

Okay, Einstein, how does your picture

on the cover of 'Newsweek' sound?

- We can get you a...

- Interview.

- Interview!

- Movie!

Sh*t, maybe we can even get you

at 'Movie of the Week'.

What are you babbling about?

It's your boyhood dream, old buddy!

The stars are our destination!

Ray, give me a break!

Now I don't have to listen to

this guy anymore bitching to me

about being too young in the 60s

and too old in the 80s.

Screw you, old buddy!

All right, remember me

telling you about Francine?

She worked at the vehicle

assembly plant down at the Cape?

Oh, I remember her.

Yeah, she was a mud-wrestler.

- No, that was Arline!

- Oh!

Francine called me last night.

Real hush-hush.

So?

The mission, they're doing it.

They're getting ready to

light that last big candle,

and it's top priority.

Christ!

- Are you sure?

- Damn sure.

They wanna us to check out

the home base of that space stiff

and that Frankenstein junk pile

that we brought back.

They want us to see

if there's anymore of those...

things lying around up there

waiting to pop open.

Boys...

we're gonna be doing a little

Search and Destroy

on the goddamn moon!

- Yee-haw!

- Right!

With an earth-shaking roar

not heard for almost two decades...

Tell them, Mr. Cronkite.

...the mighty Saturn V rocket

rises once again from its launch pad

into the clear, blue Florida sky.

Go, baby, go!

Hey, anybody called a cab?

You know what I always wanted to do?

This.

Bravo, bravo!

Ta-da!

I don't know why you

always wanted to do that.

Some hero! Finally gets to the moon...

...and falls flat on his face.

I don't know that I would exactly call

that your face that you landed on.

Look, let's just hope that that's

the worst that happens up here.

What's the matter, partner?

Getting a little jumpy?

Yeah. I don't know about you, pal,

but I'm not exactly looking forward

to running into another one of those...

zombie robot things that builts its up

out of junk and spare human body parts.

Well, that's what we're here for.

Fine, next time, he can have your body.

Come on, Ray, loosen up!

This does not sound like

the famous Penetrator.

I just want my old F-14 back.

Now, that baby could fly us

out of anything.

I wonder why I feel like we don't know

what we're getting ourselves into.

- Because we don't.

- Oh.

Let's check our link with the orbiter.

George, do you read?

Copy, Jason. Tracking network

now being established.

- Damn!

- What's the matter?

Ah, I left that frisbee

my kid gave me up there.

Promised him I'd try tossing it.

Go it right here.

I wish I could sail it down to you.

Son of a b*tch, would've gone for miles.

- Futher that Shepard's golf ball.

- Well, maybe next time.

Keep on that heading. You should

reach the target in 12 minutes.

Copy on that. Stay out of trouble.

We might need a fast getaway.

Houston, do you read?

Argo team is off and rolling.

ETA 12 minutes

with terrain as variable.

We copy, Argo 1.

Maintain full surveillance

monitors while you are in range.

Copy, Houston. Understood.

Don't worry Chuck.

I'm gonna bring them back alive.

Out.

Fabulous sight!

Amazing!

That in that crater, what is it?

Mica? Ice?

Sorry, I can't help it.

I'm just a born tourist.

You know, you're the kind of guy who would've

been admirring the jungle plants in Vietnam.

During combat.

George, do you copy?

How's the target look from up there?

Should be dead ahead. No sweat.

Hey, pal, don't say dead.

I didn't know you were so sensitive, Ray.

Well, honey... Oh-oh.

- Gotta leave the rover.

- What's wrong?

Incline's too steep.

It'll be okay here.

We'll hike it and save

the batteries for later.

Well, care to join me?

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Jeez!

After this, I'm hearing to ride again.

I'm ready now.

Oh, man!

No wonder we never saw it from orbit.

God!

Is that for us?

You see anyone else standing around?

Hey, what's going on down there?

A base!

It is a goddamn base!

- And we are being invited in.

- Yeah.

But who's throwing the party?

Well...

We're here!

Just incredible.

Let's do it.

Man!

Hold on.

We forgot something.

Christ!

Guns on the moon.

I don't think we were the first ones, pal.

Here we go.

Some kind of ceremonial hall.

Maybe religious.

- Yeah, weddings...

- Baptisms...

- Communions...

- Bar Mitzvahs...

- Good going. Revivals...

- Acts of convergencies...

Human sacrifices...

What do you think?

Never mind. I know what you're thinking.

It's... a woman!

I wonder who she was.

And why she's in here.

My God, she's alive!

Give me a hand, Ray.

Okay, I got it you.

It's gonna be all right here.

Hey, watch it! Don't let her go!

Look, goddamn it, we're human!

Can you speak to us?

Can tell us your name?

What am I doing?

She doesn't know English.

Jason.

Jason.

Mera.

Mera.

Mera?

That's a real nice name.

Ray.

Ray.

All right.

It was a very long time ago, Mera.

Argo team, do you read me?

Argo Team.

Talk to me guys. It's urgent!

Please respond.

- We got you, Argo 1.

- Thank God!

Listen, listen check out the lander

right away. It seems to be moving.

Half of its status transmissions are out.

What about the surprise package?

That's still operative, but nearly

everything else shows malfunction.

Get back there. That's your ride home!

Yeah, but what about her?

I don't know. We can't just leave her here.

Wait a minute. That thing's actually

supposed to work after all these centuries?

She seems to think so.

Who're you, guys, talking about?

What's going on down there?

We'll tell you on the way back,

George. Stand by.

What the hell was that?!

Kaalium.

Houston, do you read me?

Advise on team status.

They're returning to the landing site,

Houston.

They found something or someone.

We don't know what the hell

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