Dark Star (1974) - full transcript

Dark Star - John Carpenter Sci-Fi

1974 720p [H264-mp4] English

Hi Guys.

Glad we got your message.

You'll be interested to hear it was

broadcast live, all over Earth.

In Prime Time.

Got good reviews in the trades.

The time lag on these messages

is getting longer.

We gather from the ten year delay,

that you are approximately

eighteen parsecs away.

Drop us a line more often, okay?

Sony to hear about the radiation

leak on the ship.

And real sorry to hear about

the death of Commander Powell.

There was a week of mourning

here on Earth.

The flags were at half mast.

We're all behind you guys.

About your request for

radiation shielding,

sorry to report this request

has been denied.

I hate to send bad news when you guys

are up there doing such a swell job.

But I think you'll take if

in the proper spirit.

There've been some cutbacks

in Congress, and right now...

considering the distance,

we just can't afford

to send a cargo shuttle

out there to you.

But I know...

You guys will make due.

Keep up the good work, men.

(Garbled transmission)

What'd you say Pinback?

(Garbled transmission)

What was that again?

I still can't hear you.

I said I'm trying to reach Talby.

Something's wrong

with the damn intercom.

I need a last-minute

diameter approximation.

Talby, Talby, this is Doolittle.

Do you read me? Talby?

Talby, do you read me?

TALBY!

Oh yes, Doolittle.

What is it?

I need a diameter approximation.

Okay, Doolittle,

I'll have it in a minute.

I need a GHF reading

on the gravity correction.

I'll check it.

I have a bias A of plus one.

- Pinback...

- Ya, Doolittle.

- Your GHF reading is minus fifteen.

- Doolittle.

Yes.

I need a computer reading

on a fail-safe mark.

In a second.

Boiler, can you set me up

with some drive figures?

Ninety seven million, minus eight,

corrected to mass critical.

That checks out here.

I have a reduced drive reading

of seven thousand.

I read that with a quantum

increase of seven.

Pinback, I have a computer reading,

it's nine five seven seven.

Time to start talking.

Bomb bay systems operational.

Lock fail safe.

Fail-safe in lock.

Uh...

Sergeant Pinback calling Bomb #19.

Do you read me, bomb?

Bomb #19 to Sergeant Pinback,

I read you-Continue.

Well, bomb, we have about

sixty seconds to drop.

Just wondering if everything

is all right.

Have you checked your platinum

euridium energy shielding?

- Energy shielding positive function.

- Swell.

Let's synchronize detonation time.

Uh...

You wouldn't happen to know when

you're supposed to go off, would ya?

Detonation in six minutes,

Twenty seconds.

All right, that checks out here.

Arm yourself, bomb.

Armed.

Well, then, everything sounds fine.

Dropping you off in about

thirty-five seconds.

- Good luck.

- Thanks!

Begin primary sequence.

Alright. Mark at...

'10-9-8-7-

6-5-4-3-2-1

Drop.

Hyper drive sequence begun.

Hit it, Pinback.

Brace for force fields.

Lieutenant Doolittle,

it just exploded.

Um, the planet just exploded, sir.

Lieutenant?

Attention. Attention.

- Ship's computer to all personnel.

- Unlock Fail safe.

The hyper drive sequence

is now terminated.

- Target planet has been destroyed.

- Fail safe unlocked.

This sector is now cleared

for colonization.

You have destroyed the last

unstable planet in this system.

Congratulations on another

successful bomb run fellows.

What now?

What do you have

for us now, Boiler?

Uh... Not much.

Nothing at all in this sector.

Well, find me something,

I don't care where it is.

Well, I show a 95% probability

of intelligent life

in the Horse-head Nebula sector.

Don't give me that kind of bull.

- I know it's a long shot...

- Damn wild goose chase is what it is!

Remember when Commander Powell

found that

99 plus probability of intelligent life

in the Magellanic Cloud?

- Well, I... there's the possibility of...

- Remember what we found?

A damn mindless vegetable,

looked like a limp balloon.

Fourteen light years for a vegetable

that went squawk

and let a fart when you touch it.

Remember that?

All right, then uh...

Don't give me any of that

intelligent life stuff.

Find me something I can blow up.

New star.

Hey, guess what? I got a new star

On the readout.

Which one?

Another unknown. A red dwarf.

Not on the charts.

Any planets?

Yeah. Eight, it says here.

Any of 'em any good?

Naah. All stable.

What are you gonna name it?

- What?

- The new star.

What are you gonna name it?

Who cares. Don't bother me.

Commander Powell would have named it.

Commander Powell is dead.

Doolittle, I've got a goodie.

An unstable planet.

85% probability of an

unstable planet in the

Veil Nebula that will probably

go off its orbit and hit a star.

Wanna blow it up?

Real good, Boiler.

That's what I'm looking for.

Chart a course for

the Veil Nebula.

Pinback, throw me the chart log.

Let's have some music in here, Boiler.

Sure thing.

A million suns shine down

But I see only one

When I think I'm over you

I find I've just begun

The years move faster than the days

There's no warmth in the light

How I miss those desert skies

Your cool touch in the night

Benson, Arizona,

blew warm wind through your hair

My body Hies the galaxy,

my heart longs to be there

Benson, Arizona,

the same stars in the sky

But they seemed so much kinder

when we watched them, you and I

Benson, Arizona,

blew warm wind through your hair

My body Hies the galaxy,

my heart longs to be there

Benson, Arizona,

the same stars in the sky

But they seemed so much kinder

when we watched them, you and I

Now the years pull us apart

I'm young and now you're old

But you're still in my heart

And the memory won't grow cold

I dream of times and spaces

I left far behind

Where we spent our last few days

Benson's on my mind

Benson, Arizona,

blew warm wind through your hair

My body flies the galaxy,

my heart longs to be there

Benson, Arizona,

the same stars in the sky

But they seemed so much kinder

when we watched them, you and I

Ship's log, entry number 1,943.

Dark Star cruising at light speed

through Sector Theta 990.

On route to Veil Nebula for

destruction of unstable planet.

Our ETA is 17 hours.

Ship's systems continue to deteriorate...

oh ya...

The short circuit in the rear seat panel

which killed Commander Powell

is Still faulty.

The uh, the Storage...

because he's sitting next to

Commander Powell's seat,

it continues to bother Pinback.

Uh... oh ya, Storage Area 9

self-destructed last week and

destroyed the ship's entire

supply of toilet paper.

That's all.

Attention. Attention.

Ship's computer calling all personnel.

I must disengage your

recreational music-

Repeat, ship's computer to

all personnel.

This is an emergency over ride.

All systems must stand by.

An asteroid storm is approaching

the ship on collision course.

This asteroid storm appears to be

Bound together by an

electromagnetic energy vortex like

the one we ran into 2 years ago.

Normally I wouldn't bother you

boys with this problem...

but as you recall my defensive circuits

were destroyed in that other storm.

Therefore you have 35 seconds

to manually activate

ALL defensive systems.

Lock gravity system.

Gravity locked.

Activate energy shield

Energy shield Activated.

Confirm gravity lock.

Confirm.

Lock all Defensive systems.

Defensive systems lock.

Lock force field.

Computer to Bomb #20.

Return to the bomb bay

immediately.

But I have received the

operational signal.

It is a malfunction.

This is not a bomb run.

We are in a crisis situation.

Return immediately.

Nevertheless, I have received

the signal to prepare for a drop.

Emergency override.

Return to the bay.

Very well.

- We made it.

- Ya.

Attention. Attention.

Ships computer to bridge.

There was a malfunction aboard

ship during the asteroid storm.

I have not yet identified

the nature of the problem.

Shall I contact you when I find

out what the malfunction is?

Ya. Let's get out of here.

I remember the last time we

were in an asteroid storm.

I was down in the food locker

getting a sandwich.

When I heard the damn

sleeping quarters blow up.

Ya! Hey...

You know guys,

if we really wanted to

we could fix up the sleeping

quarters like they were before.

Then we could sleep on

ulamatic bunks again.

Say guys, why don't we fix up the

sleeping quarters so we can have

decent place to sleep again?

All we'd have to do is patch up the hole

in the ship and pump some air back in.

- Shut up Pinback!

- Oh, have it your own way!

For your listening enjoyment,

we now present the

Moonlight melodies of Martin Segundo

and the Scintilla Strings.

Our first selection is

the perennial favorite

“When Twilight Falls on

NGC 891. ”

Damn it!!

Now what's the matter with him?

Talby.

Here's some breakfast.

You know, Talby, you really ought

To eat with the rest of us.

You spend too much time up here.

I like it up here.

Must get lonely being

up here so much.

I don't like to go below since

Commander Powell died.

I feel too enclosed down there.

Well you should spend some more

time below though, I mean...

You know, you should see

more of the rest of the ship.

See, I can watch things

Up here, Doolittle.

I love to watch things,

just stare at the planets

meteors, gas clusters and asteroids...

You'll have plenty of time for that,

later, though.

I mean, think of it this way:

We've been in space for

twenty years now, right?

And we've only aged

three years...

so there'll be plenty of time

later on for staring around.

You know, Doolittle,

if we're going into the Veil Nebula,

we may actually find a strange

And beautiful thing...

the Phoenix Asteroid.

They should be passing

through there about now.

Phoenix Asteroid?

Never heard of 'em.

They're a body of asteroids

that circle the universe...

once every 12.3 trillion years.

The Phoenix Asteroid...

From what I've heard, Doolittle,

they glow...

glow with all the colors

of the rainbow.

Nobody knows why.

They just glow as they

drift around the universe.

The Phoenix Asteroid.

You know what I think

about, Talby?

It's funny, I...

I kind of sit around a lot,

you know, a lot of time to myself.

I can't talk to the others,

but with time to myself,

I can think about back home,

back home at Malibu.

I used to surf a lot, Talby.

I used to be a great surfer.

The waves at Malibu and Zuma are

so fantastic in the springs Talby.

I can remember running down on the

beach on those early spring mornings

with my surf board and a wet suit...

The waves would really be peaking,

you know, high and glassy.

Ya hit that water.

Before you know it, you're coming down

right off of one of those walls

and you're just ridin' perfect.

You know, I guess I miss the waves

and my board more than anything.

That's the lid to the heating unit.

You're not supposed

to have that out!

That's not for target practice!

That's for emergencies only!

That's dangerous!!

I'll tell Doolittle!

Sorry to interrupt your

Recreation, fellows.

But it is time for Sergeant Pinback

to feed the alien.

Oh... I don't want to do that.

May I remind you, Sergeant Pinback,

that it was your idea

in the first place

to bring the alien on board.

If I may quote you, you said,

“The ship needed a mascot.”

Oh, I have to do everything

around here!

Alright, where are ya?

Come on, quit playing around.

Get away!!!

Come on.

Come on, come on!

When I brought you on the ship,

I thought you were cute.

Alright, soup's on.

We didn't have none

of the other stuff.

Here, eat it!

Eat it!!

Take it or leave it.

Good... stop!

Nobody appreciates me around

here, I have to do all the work.

Clean up the crap...

I do all the work and no

appreciation.

Get off me! Get off my back!

Alright now, stop it!

Alright, now, that's enough.

Don't pull my hair!!

Get back in there.

Come on. Come on...

Come on.

Here, boy...

Want your mouse?

Nice mouse... pretty toy.

Want your mouse? Here, boy!!

Idiot!

Get back!

Get out of there!

Come back here!

No!

Idiot!!

Attention.

Attention.

Central trunk elevator shaft

is now activated.

All personnel,

please clear the area.

Attention.

Attention.

Elevator descending.

Please clear the shaft.

Help!!!!!

I'm getting something

here on the readout.

Ship's computer

calling Bomb #20.

You're out of the

bomb bay again.

I received the signal to

prepare for a drop again.

But I repeat,

This is not a bomb run.

Nevertheless...

I received the signal.

It is an error.

Oh, I don't want to hear that.

I strongly suggest you

return to the bomb bay.

That is counter to

my programming.

Allow me to explain...

One of the communication lasers

has sustained damage.

This has temporarily inactivated

my damage tracer circuits.

You have definitely

received a false signal.

Please return to the bomb bay while

I identify the source of the problem.

Oh, alright, but this is the last time.

Doolittle I do have a malfunction

on this readout,

but I can't pinpoint it exactly.

Don't worry about it.

We'll find out what it is

when it goes bad.

I really think we should try

to locate it immediately.

Might be something important.

You know...

I wish I had my board with me now.

Even if I could just...

wax it once in awhile.

Help!

I'm sorry,

this telephone is out of order.

Please report the damage at once.

For your listening enjoyment,

we now present

The Barber of Seville, by Rossini.

Good for you!

You've decided

to clean the elevator.

To clean and service the

electromagnetic coils in the bottom,

if is necessary to jettison the

access plate in the floor.

To remove the floor plate,

please press button #1.

Attention... danger

Automatic charges will now blow the

explosive bolts in the floor plate unit.

The plate will disengage from

the floor in 5 seconds.

Please leave the elevator immediately.

5-4-3-2-1...

Now it's time to go sleepy-bye

you worthless piece of garbage.

So then it just spewed across

the room like a balloon.

I guess it was just filled with gas.

Hey guys, how could it live if

it was just filled with gas?

I wonder what we get to eat today.

I thought I was going to die.

I was hanging on the

elevator for 20 minutes!

- Probably chicken again.

- I probably saved the ship.

That thing could have

done some damage.

I'm REALLY sick of chicken.

Well if you don't care, I just

won't talk about it anymore!

Hey that sounds like

a fine idea, Pinback.

Chicken?

Ah, ham!

- Chicken?

- No, ham.

- Doolittle?

- Ya.

You think we'll ever find any

real intelligent life out there?

- Out where?

- You know...

Veil Nebula.

Who cares.

Hey...

Did I ever tell you guys how

I got on this mission?

- Did I ever tell ya?

- Yup.

It's very strange, see...

I-I wasn't an astronaut

to begin with, see...

See uh...

You have to score a 700

on the SARE's for the

Officer Corp and I made... 58.

They put me on uh...

liquid fuel maintenance

on the launch pad so... uh,

Naturally, I was really disappointed.

He told us this, uh,

4 years ago, didn't he?

Anyway, I was on duty the day we...

- No, I think it was 4 years ago.

- Launched the Dark Star.

I was out, uh, scrubbing down

the liquid fuel tanks.

That's what I said.

And this, uh, astronaut

came running out. He was, uh...

He was stark naked. He had his

star suit in his hands and...

Well, I surmised that he was insane.

And uh, he...

threw his star suit on the ground,

and uh...

jumped into one of

my vets of liquid fuel.

Which is... very dangerous.

Well... I was pretty shocked,

I can tell you!

I didn't know what to make of it.

Astronauts are all supposed to be...

mentally stable and here

this guy comes along and

jumps into my fuel tank.

Pass that, will you... no that one.

Well naturally, I was going

to try to save him, so...

what I did was put on his star suit

for protection and I was going

to leap into the vat.

You guys... See?...

Uh... so what happened was...

That before I could leap into the vat,

this other guy came running along

and he says, "Hey, Sergeant Pinback,"

you've got to board immediately because

we're going to launch in 20 minutes!”

- You told us this 4 years ago!

- And I tried to tell him that I

wasn't really Sergeant Pinback,

but I couldn't figure out how

to make the helmet radio work.

Funny thing...

Ya know, I'm sure

it was 4 years ago.

Maybe.

Lieutenant Doolittle,

this is Talby.

Lieutenant?!

Uh, yes, Talby what is it?

I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch,

Sir, but I'm in the computer room

and I've located the malfunction.

The scanner shows it to be a break

in the communications laser,

down by the emergency air lock.

I can't pinpoint it exactly,

But I'm going down there

with a star suit and see if I can find it.

Okay, sounds good, Talby. Look uh...

If something important comes up,

you let me know.

Why doesn't Talby ever eat

down here with the rest of us?

He just likes it up in the dome,

that's all.

Talby...

What's Talby's first name?

What's my first name?

This statement is for posterity.

I just want to say that I am

not Sergeant Pinback.

My real name is Bill Froog and

I'm a Fuel Maintenance Technician.

I've been on this mission now

for 1 year and 3 months.

Pinback's uniforms do not fit me.

The underwear is too loose.

I do not belong on this mission

and I want to return to Earth.

Commander Powell died today.

We were, we were going

into hyper-drive.

And... well he sits

right next to me and...

well... something went wrong

with the...

When we came out of hyper-drive his

seat mechanism had blown up

and he was dead.

Doolittle says he's assuming command

of this ship and I say that's...

I say that he's exceeding his authority.

Because I'm the only one with

any objectivity on this ship and I

should be the one to assume command!

I'm filing a report on this to

Headquarters, this is a lot of

I went up to Doolittle

in the hall today.

And I said...

Doolittle.

He said...

And I said, Well...

And he didn't get it!

This mission has fallen apart

since Commander Powell died!

Doolittle treats me like an idiot!

Talby thinks he's so smart.

And Boiler punches me in the arm

when no one is looking!

I'm tired of being treated

like an old washrag!

I do not like the men

on this space ship.

They are uncouth and fail to

appreciate my better qualities.

I have something of value to

contribute to this mission

if they would only recognize it.

Today over lunch I tried to

improve moral and build a sense of

comradery among the men by holding

a humorous round robin discussion

of the early days of the mission.

My overtures were brutally rejected.

These men do not want a happy ship.

They are deeply sick and try to

compensate by making me feel miserable.

Last week was my birthday.

Nobody even said

Happy Birthday to me.

Someday this tape will be played

and then they'll feel sorry.

Attention. Attention.

I have finally identified

the malfunction.

Communications Laser #17

has been damaged.

This evidently happened

during the asteroid storm.

If you will recall,

this laser monitors the jettison

primer on the bomb drop mechanism.

Communications Laser #17

is located in the Emergency Airlock.

It is crucial to attend to this

malfunction before engaging

primary bomb run sequence.

Thank you for observing

all safety precautions.

There she is.

Definite 99% plus probability

that the planet will deviate

from her normal orbit in another

12,000 rotations.

- It'll spiral in toward its sun and...

- Eventual supernova.

Sounds good. Let's vaporize it.

Bomb bay systems operational.

Lock fail safe.

Fail safe in lock.

We have...

8 minutes until drop.

24 minutes to detonation.

This is Sergeant Pinback

calling Bomb #20.

You read me, bomb?

Bomb #20 to Sergeant Pinback.

Roger, I read you, continue.

You are now in the

Emergency Air Lock.

Please remember that in

an emergency situation,

the Surface Door can

be opened instantly

without prior depressurization,

so be sure to wear your

star suit at all times.

Thank you for observing

all safety precautions.

Ah, Lieutenant Doolittle?

Sir?

Sh, Talby, don't bother me.

But I think this is important, Sir.

I think I found the malfunction.

I'm in the Emergency Air Lock...

Not now!

Well, I'm in the Emergency Air Lock

and the hatch is...

4 minutes until drop, Bomb...

have you checked your platinum

euridium energy shielding?

Energy shielding positive function.

- Remember detonation time?

- Detonation in 20 minutes.

Alright, that checks out here.

Okay, bomb, arm yourself.

Armed.

Hello?

Lieutenant Doolittle? Hello!

Hello? Can you read me?!

Communications Laser #17,

monitoring the bomb drop mechanism,

has now been activated and will

switch into a test mode.

If you will look near

the Surface Door,

you will see that the Parallax

Receptor Cell has been engaged.

The laser will now energize.

Please stand clear of the

path of the beam.

Communications Laser #17

is now on test.

Under no circumstances enter

the path of the beams.

Thank you for observing

all safety precautions.

Well then, everything sounds fine.

Dropping you off in 75 seconds.

Good luck.

Thanks.

I've got a quantum reading of 35-er.

3-5-er.

I read the same here.

Doolittle. Doolittle?

I don't know if you can hear me.

But I'm going to try to adjust

the cue switch in the laser.

Well... here it goes...

Oh my god, my eyes!

I can't see!

Attention. Attention.

- The laser has malfunctioned.

- My eyes!!

Under no circumstances

enter the path of the beams.

To do so will cause immediate...

Begin primary sequence.

Mark at 10-9-8-7-6-

5-4-3-2-1-drop.

Negative drop.

It's just sittin' there

in the bomb bay.

Try it again, Pinback.

Mark at 5-4-3-2-1-drop.

Negative drop!

Rechannel all safety relays!

- Open quantum latches!

- Open circuit breakers!

- Remove thrust drive repellent!

- Automatic channels open!

75-15 Going to operation position!

Remark.

Mark at 5-4-3-2-1-

drop... drop! ...Drop!!!

Sittin' there.

The damn thing's just sittin' there.

This is Lieutenant Doolittle

Calling Bomb #20.

I repeat previous order,

you are to disarm yourself and

return to the bomb bay immediately!

Do you understand?

I am programmed to detonate in

14 minutes 30 seconds.

Detonation will occur at the

programmed time.

What!? This is Doolittle.

You are not to detonate, repeat, you

are not to detonate in the bomb bay.

Disarm yourself. This is an order.

I read you, Lieutenant Doolittle,

but I am programmed

to detonate in 14 minutes.

Detonation will occur at

the programmed time.

14 minutes to detonation.

Attention. Attention.

I have sustained serious damage.

Please pay close attention.

The bomb has malfunctioned.

I have activated automatic dampers,

which will confine the explosion to

an area one mile in diameter.

This is all I can do at this time.

It's up to you now.

There's only one thing I can do.

I have to ask Commander Powell.

I have to ask him what to do.

Commander Powell?

Commander Powell, this is Doolittle.

Can you read me?

(Muffled sounds)

Commander Powell, this is Doolittle.

Something serious has come up,

I have to ask you a question.

I'm glad you've come to talk

With me, Doolittle.

It's been so long since anyone

has come to talk with me.

Commander, sir, we have

a big problem.

The uh, Veil Nebula bomb,

Bomb Number 20, it's uh,

It's stuck.

It won't drop out of the bomb bay.

It refuses to listen and it.

It plans on detonating in...

less than eleven minutes.

Doolittle,

you must tell me one thing.

What's that, sir?

Tell me, Doolittle,

How are the Dodgers doing?

Well, the Dodgers uh...

They broke up, they disbanded

over 15 years ago!

- Ah... pity, pity...

- But you don't understand, sir!

We can't get the bomb to drop.

Ah, so many malfunctions...

Why don't you have anything nice

to tell me when you activate me?

Oh well, ...did you try

the azimuth clutch?

Yes sir. Negative effect.

- What was that, Doolittle?

- Negative effect!

- It didn't work?

- That's correct, sir.

Sony, Doolittle.

I've forgotten so much

since I've been in here.

So much.

What should we do, sir?

The time is running out!

Well, what you might try is.

Commander? Hello... Comman...

Commander Powell?! Hello!>

Doolittle?... Hello?

Sorry, sir, you faded out there

for a little while.

Sorry.

What was that you were

saying about the bomb?

Ah... it seems to me...

Sony, I've drawn a blank.

Hold if.

I'll have it again in just a minute.

I forget so many things in here,

so many things.

Hold on, just a minute,

let me think...

But you can't explode

in the bomb bay.

It's foolish.

You'll kill us all.

There's no reason for it.

I am programmed to detonate

in 9 minutes.

Detonation will occur at

the programmed time.

Would you consider another course

of action?

For example, just waiting around

awhile so we can disarm you?

No.

I can tell, that damn thing

Just doesn't understand.

Look, bomb!...

Commander, Sir? You still there?

Oh, yes, Doolittle,

I'm thinking.

We're running out of time, sir.

Oh, yes... Well, Doolittle,

if you can't get it to drop

- you'll have to talk to it.

- Sir?

- Talk to the bomb.

- But I have been talking to it, sir!

And Pinback's talking

to it right now!

No, no, Doolittle,

you talk to it.

Teach it Phenomenology, Doolittle.

Sir?

Phenomenology...

Doolittle!

6 minutes to detonation!

Doolittle!

Doolittle! Doolittle,

what the hell are you doing?!

Hello, bomb, are you with me?

Of course.

Are you willing to entertain

a few concepts?

I am always receptive to suggestions.

Fine. Think about this one, then:

How do you know you exist?

What the hell is he doin'?

I think he's talking to it.

Well of course I exist.

But how do you know you exist?

- It is intuitively obvious.

- Intuition is no proof.

What concrete evidence do you

have that you exist?

Hmm...

Well, I think, therefore I am.

That's good.

That's very good.

But how do you know that

anything else exists?

- My sensory apparatus reveals it to me.

- Ah, Right!

This is fun.

Now, listen, listen...

here's the big question.

How do you know... that the

evidence your sensory apparatus

reveals to you is correct?

- The gun!

- Gun?! Gun?

The support pins on the bomb!

- Shoot the pins off!

- No, Boiler, you're out of your mind!

We can stop the bomb!

Get out of my way, you idiot!

I can shoot the support pins out and the

bomb will fall away from the ship!

Get out of my way or

I'll kick your teeth in!

I can shoot those pins out and

it will fall away from the ship!

Get out the way!

I can save the ship!

Don't do it, Boiler!

You're a bad shot!

You'll hit the bomb!

Doolittle's talkin' to the bomb.

You're a bad shot! He'll save us,

you can't do that!

What I'm getting at is this:

The only experience that is directly

available to you is your sensory data.

And this sensory data is merely

A stream of electrical impulses which

stimulate your computing center.

In other words, all I really know

about the outside world

is relayed to me through

my electrical connections.

Exactly.

Why, ...that would mean that...

I really don't know what the outside

universe is like at all, for certain.

That's it! That's it!

Intriguing.

I wish I had more time

to discuss this matter.

Why don't you have more time?

Because I must detonate in 75 seconds.

No, no, now, put it back!

Put the gun back!

You don't know what you are doing!

Now, now give me the gun!

You fool! I'm gonna shoot

the pins out of the bomb

and it will fall away from the ship

and we'll be saved!

Give me the gun, you don't know what

you are doing? You're...

You could have killed me...

Now bomb,

consider this next question,

very carefully.

- What is your one purpose in life?

- To explode, of course.

- And you can only do it once, right?

- That is correct.

And you wouldn't want to explode on

the basis of false data, would you?

Of course not.

Well then, you've already admitted

that you have no real proof of

- the existence of the outside universe.

- Yes, well...

So you have no absolute proof that

Sergeant Pinback ordered you to detonate.

I recall distinctly the detonation order.

My memory is good on

matters like these.

Yes, of course you remember it, but...

But all you're remembering is merely a

series of electrical impulses which

you now realize have no real definite

connection with, with outside reality.

True, but since this is so,

I have no proof that you are

really telling me all this.

That's all beside the point.

I mean, the concept is valid,

no matter where it originates.

Hmmm...

- So if you detonate in...

- 9 seconds.

You could be doing so

on the basis of false data.

I have no proof that it was false data.

You have no proof that

it was correct data.

I must think on this further.

Attention. Attention.

The bomb has returned

to the bomb bay.

The destruction sequence is aborted.

Doolittle? Doolittle?

What happened?

Pinback? Boiler?

Did we blow it up?

Hello? Hello?

Hello, anybody!

Did we blow up the planet?

Hello, hello!

What's going on?

You know, we've really gotta

disarm the bomb.

Hello, Doolittle, are you there?

I'm coming in now.

I'm down by the Emergency Air Lock.

Too much trouble to come

in the Dorsal Lock.

Would you blow the seal on the

emergency hatch so I can come in?

Oh, sure.

You are now leaving the

Emergency Airlock.

Thank you for observing

all safety precautions.

Hello, Pinback?

- What's up, Doolittle?

- Talby was in the air lock.

You blew him out of the ship.

He's drifting away without a jet pack.

I'm going after him.

Turn on his helmet radio

so I can contact him.

What? What's wrong? I didn't hear...

Uh, Talby. He's drifting away from

the ship without his jet pack.

Talby,

Talby, can you read me?

Can you beat that?

I always knew that guy was weird.

Talby, can you read me?

Help, Doolittle, help me!

All right, bomb,

- Prepare to receive new orders.

- You are false data.

- Huh?

- Therefore, I shall ignore you.

Hello, bomb.

False data can act only

as a distraction.

Therefore I shall refuse

to perceive you.

Hey, bomb...

The only thing which

exists is myself

- Doolittle! Help me.

- Calm down. I'm coming.

Snap out of it, bomb.

In the beginning there was darkness,

And the darkness was without form

and void.

- Uh, you-hoo bomb.

- What the hell is he talking about?

And in addition to the darkness

there was also me.

And I moved upon

the face of the darkness.

And I saw that I was alone.

Hey... bomb'?...

Let there be light.

Doolittle, Doolittle, where are you?

Here I am. I'm spinning...

We're both falling in opposite

directions, away from each other.

What happened, Doolittle?

The bomb must have

gone off inside the ship.

The ship blew up? What?!

Funny, I thought I had the

damn thing convinced.

- Then Boiler... and Pinback?

- They're dead, Talby.

- Then we're dead, too.

- Maybe not... maybe there's a way.

Hey, hey my jet pack’s busted.

Aw, man...

Hey, ...it looks like the skipper.

He made it.

Commander Powell made it!

Men... men... what happened, men?

Ya, the skipper always was lucky.

Talby, looks like I'm headed

for the planet.

I'm going right toward it.

When you hit the atmosphere,

you'll start to burn.

What a beautiful way to die...

as a falling star.

Guess you're right.

Doolittle, I'm heading right

toward something.

It's behind me, in the distance.

Something that glows.

Doolittle...

I think it's the Phoenix Asteroids!

Phoenix?

- It is, Doolittle, it's the Phoenix!

- No kidding?

I'm going into them!

I'm going to hit them.

- Doolittle...

- Ya?

Before we get too far apart,

and our signals start fading,

I just wanted to tell you...

you were my favorite.

I really liked you, Doolittle.

I really liked you too, Talley.

Hey, some debris from the ship!

It's coming right by me.

Doolittle, I'm going into them.

I'm beginning to glow.

They're taking me with them,

with the Phoenix...

I'll circle the universe... forever.

I'm with them now...

be back this way again some day.

Doolittle, before it's too late,

there's one last thing

I just want to tell you...

Talby?

Hey... Talby!

I've got a piece of debris!

And I think I've figured out a way!