All language subtitles for Project Moonbase (1953)

Sector number 12. Come in, please.

Sector number 12, in.

Standby. Sector number 13, come in please.

Sector number 13 in.

Sector number 13,
come in, please.

Sector number 13,
come in please.

Sector number 13, in.

Stand by.

Mr. Roundtree,
we're all ready for you, Sir.

Roundtree, here.

I've called you 15 sectional chiefs to

this radio rendezvous

to brief you on the situation regarding

Project A.

We've tried for two years to get an

agent on that space station,

but due to impregnable security precautions

we have been unable to do so.

I have orders from the minister himself

that we must not fail in destroying this

perpetually menacing eye in the sky

and it must be done within two months,

without fail.
Therefore, I must have

information on every person who might be

sent to that space station.

I have three hundred operatives were

typed to resemble

all leading scientists in the field.

Due to money or family or

some other reason, these people are under

our absolute control.

Your job will be to use every man to

keep these scientists under absolute

surveillance.

Insofar as possible, to monitor

everything they say and do.

My assistant will now transmit you

names and addresses of those people we

wish followed.

Make this a 24-hour job.

Calling the San Francisco sector. Here is a

special list for your attention.

John Adams, Henry Burns

Standby.

Yes?

We have information on
the next man to make the trip.

Yeah, when did you find this out?

Just a second, I'll call Mr. Roundtree.

Mr. Roundtree.

- Yes?
- Important call for you, Sir.

Roundtree here.

Your man for Project A is Dr. Wernher.

Repeat, Dr. Wernher, w-e-r-n-h-e-r.

He is scheduled to leave for
the objective within 48 hours.

Sam, check the files.

See if we have a Dr. Wernher,
w-e-r-n-h-e-r.

See if we have a double for him.

Quickly.

Oh, here you are, Sir.

We have a double for him all right.

He's in San Francisco
under Section Chief Three.

Exact resemblance except for the hair.

Oh, that's easy to fix.

Now, here's your plan of action.

Dr. Wernher is staying at
the Central Hotel in Room 524.

I'll have a set of photographs to you

within 15 minutes.

Surround the hotel with
a cordon of operatives.

Get a room as close to him as possible,
preferably next door.

I'll be there within two hours to take

charge of the operation myself.

Ready here. Testing-one-two-three-four.

All right Sam, we'll be able to
hear everything that goes on.

Come on.

You keep your ear glued to that receiver

until you're relieved.

Mr. Roundtree, Dr. Wernher just came in.

Hello.

This is General Greene speaking.

Oh yes, General...

...delighted to hear from you. I expected

that you would call me.

Yes, all arrangements have been completed

for the circumlunar flight.

Good, good, yes,

I have all my, uh, preparations completed.

Yes sir, you'll make arrangements through

the local transportation office.

Good, fine, thank you.

Hope to see you soon, Sir.

Goodbye.

Where is that double? Wernher
might be leaving any moment.

He'll be here shortly. His plane
arrived at the airport 25 minutes ago.

Finally.

Sorry I was detained.

It's all right.

- Please be seated.
- Thank you.

You know your job.

I know.

You must destroy
the space station.

According to all my available

information there is
only two ways of doing it.

One, by getting into the bomb room of the

station and setting off one of the bombs.

Two, by taking control of the Moonship

which you're scheduled to take

and ramming it into the station.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Sam take him into the

dressing room and match
his hair to that photograph.

Yes sir. Come on.

- Well, how does the hair look?
- Fine.

Yes, this is Dr. Wernher. Why yes, colonel,

I've been waiting for you.

A car in front of the hotel in 10 minutes.

Good. I'll be there, Sir.

Yes, an official car.
I'll watch for the insignia.

Thank you, Sir. Goodbye.

- He's going to leave in 10 minutes.
- Good.

Uh, desk, uh, Wernher here.

Uh, send a man up for my bags, please.

Thank you.

Sent for a bellhop.

Come in.

Oh, you, uh, take these, uh, two bags here,

and uh

I'll take the briefcase.

How did you get here so quickly?...

Ready here. Move!

Well, do I look like him?

If you don't, we've wasted a full year
looking for you for this assignment.

Now remember,
your job is to destroy that space station.

Don't worry, I know my job.

Your credentials, Dr. Wernher.

Just a moment.

Come in.

You rang, Sir.

Yes, you take those two bags and I'll, uh,

I'll take this briefcase.

Uh, please use the front entrance.

Do you want a cab, Sir.

Uh, no, I'm expecting a car,
an official car.

- Dr. Wernher?
- Yes.

- The General is waiting for you, Sir.
- Thank you.

And our doctor will rush
you through Security.

This way, please.
Sergeant, the bags.

You see, Bill, according to my calculus

36 million miles should be equal to the

ratio of 67 million miles...

- Yes, what is it?
- Dr. Wernher has arrived and

is going through Security, Sir.

Good. Tell him I'll meet him for the

briefing as soon as possible, uh, say

within a half hour.

Well, that's a break. I was afraid we'd

have to cancel just because one, uh,

confounded civilian was gonna be late.

If you please, Sir, uh,

I don't really see why we have to take

him at all. MacIntosh and I can

photograph the back face of the Moon

without help.

Ah, a lot of politics in these things, boy.

If we hadn't played the science angle,

we wouldn't gotten the authorization,

nor the money.

This round the Moon flight

is a necessary step to the establishment

of a Lunar base,

and you know how badly

the country needs that base.

Yes sir.

And I'm mighty pleased
that you're to be the pilot.

Now I hated to bump you out of the honor

of making the first orbital flight, Bill,

but, uh, well it just had to be Briteis.

You know our reasons.

Well, that's years past and long done

with, Sir. Briteis is a good pilot.

I'd be the first to admit it.

You used to like Briteis, eh?

Frankly, Sir, uh, Captain Briteis was a

nice kid, but

well, Colonel Briteis is a little

hard to swallow.

Ah, Lindbergh got

promoted from captain to colonel for less.

The President simply followed the

established precedent.

I suppose so, Sir.

Anyhow, this makes up for it. Being the

first man to fly around the Moon is all

any pilot can ask for.

A crash priority from the White House, Sir.

Notify me immediately on Colonel Briteis'

arrival and cut the orders accordingly.

Yes sir.

Oh no, Sir, not again.
They can't do this, Sir.

Sit down Bill and take it easy.

You saw where those orders originated.

Well, yes sir, but I...

I said sit down Bill and take it easy.

Here, have a smoke.

Sir, there are 50 reporters outside with

about six truckloads of cameras.

They tell me Briteis is going to...

Yes, I know Bob.

Route them through PRO and Security and

set up the briefing room. We'll have to

rush to get this through before blast-off.

- Oh, Bill.
- Yes sir.

I'm sending you as co-pilot.

What? No, Sir.

I mean, well excuse me, Sir, but if it's

all the same to you,
leave MacIntosh as co-pilot.

I just as soon not have the honor.

Besides, uh, well,
it wouldn't be fair to MacIntosh.

It's not a matter of being fair.

This isn't some schoolboy game.

This trip has got to be successful.

Besides, I have more confidence in you

than I have in MacIntosh,

or Briteis.

But if it were any other pilot, Sir.

Of course,
I could go through the Joint Chiefs

to the President, make a squawk,

but that would mean
postponing the flight.

No sir, don't do that.

I'll do it.

Good boy.

Thanks, Bill.

Colonel Briteis is here, Sir.

Send the Colonel in.

Polly Prattles is with the Colonel, Sir.

What?

Oh, very well. Send them both in.

Colonel Briteis, reporting as ordered, Sir.

My dear General. Oh, how handsome you look.

You know, I told the President I was so

delighted at this opportunity of seeing

you again.

Now about this Moon flight...

Uh, thank you Miss Prattles but,
uh, we're having a

press conference in a few minutes.

Oh, but General. I hoped you might give me

an exclusive.

I'm very sorry Miss Prattles,
policy you know.

The President told Polly
she could interview us.

What?

Oh, very well Miss Prattles. I'll give you

15 minutes here before the meeting in

the briefing room. Will that do?

Just lovely, but in the meantime...

We're all set up for the press
conference and TV broadcast, Sir.

Well, thanks Charlie.

Oh, will you take Miss Prattles and Major

Moore for a cup of coffee and bring them

back here in about 20 minutes.

I have a few classified matters to

discuss with the Colonel.

Highly classified.

Colonel,
I'm sending Major Moore as your co-pilot.

Bill Moore! Oh no, General you can't.

And why not?

The big lug hates me. He's jealous of me.

No, you'll have to pick someone else.

Now you listen to me Briteis...

"Bright-heist" if you please.

Shut up Briteis and listen to me.

Major Moore is the best pilot we have,

better than you are.

But I don't understand!

Pipe down!

If he'd weighed 90 pounds instead of 180

he'd be a colonel and a public hero

while you'd still be a captain.

But you got the orbital flight, you got

the ticker tape parades and all the rest,

and ever since you've been too big for

your britches. Get me?

No, I don't.

One - colonel's don't say no to generals.

Two - you're not a superwoman, you're a

spoiled brat.

Three - anymore guff out of you and I'll

turn you over my knee and spank you.

If you do, I'll shout the whole place down.

I might add that this room is soundproof.

You wouldn't dare.

You want to try me?

No.

No, Sir.

All right.

Now that we understand each other,

let's talk about this flight,

shall we.

A rocket flight from the Earth directly

to the Moon is still beyond the capacity

of our best ships,

but now that we have a satellite station

in space, revolving around the Earth,

a satellite view I might add, directly to

the heroic first orbital flight by

Colonel Briteis, four years ago.

Now that we have a space station,

it is at last possible to send a ship

from the station all the
way around the Moon.

On this trip, Dr. Wernher will photograph

the back face of the Moon.

The ship will then return
to the space station.

Oh, I think that's just lovely.

I'm so glad a girl is going to do it, and

so will all my readers be,

but General,
what's the purpose of all this?

Uh, what do you mean Miss Prattles?

Well, my editor, oh, an old bear,

nothing ever suits him,

well,
he says this whole thing is a boondoggle,

just another way of wasting tax money.

Now, what am I to tell him?

A fair question, Miss Prattles.

This round the Moon flight

is a necessary step before establishing

a base on the Moon.

It's a-a survey flight.

Maybe someday the

statesmen will make military bases and

military men unnecessary.

If so, fine. But in the meantime, if there

is going to be a base on the Moon,

and there will be,

it's my business to see that it's in

safe hands,

our own.

Ma'am, the most important thing

in the world to me is the military security

of the United States, and I'm not in

the least bit apologetic for my attitude.

I wonder, General, could you tell me

something about this wonderful space

station of yours?

Yes, that would be very interesting,
General.

Well, I can give you a rough idea.

The station is a titanium hull with

steel bracing.

350 feet in diameter,

it rotates completely around the Earth

in a trans polar orbit

about 10 times a day.

At present,
the station is in the state of free fall.

Free fall? Could you
explain that a little more?

Of course. When we speak of

free fall we simply mean that

the station and everything in it are

moving around the Earth

at a speed which is great enough so that

it cannot fall toward the Earth,

but it is also moving at the speed

which is not great enough in order to

enable it to

go out into space. Therefore,

the forces of gravity and speed

are now in balance,

and as a result, nothing in the station

has any weight.

No weight? What a wonderful idea.

You mean,
if I went there I wouldn't weigh anything?

Nothing at all.

As a matter of fact, you'd have to wear

magnetic shoes to keep you on the floor,

and you could walk on any

one of the walls or the ceiling.

I wonder, General, could I arrange

to go there, to the space station?

Well, hardly, Miss Prattles. You see

at the present time, it costs the

government just about 300 dollars

a pound to send anything to the station,

and consequently

our personnel must all weigh less than

160 pounds.

Oh, it would be so lovely to weigh

nothing at all.

I've heard of the H-bomb, General.

Isn't it dangerous living
and working so near to it?

I'm very shy, Doctor, but that's a highly

classified subject.

Attention please. General Greene, your

Rocket Ship Number Three, Canada,

ready for takeoff to space station.

We'll leave you here and I'll

take the doctor to the Canada.

Happy landing.

Happy landing, Sir.

Colonel Briteis, your ship is fueled.

Check off list completed.

Do you need any help?

No, thank you Major. I'm perfectly capable

of getting into the rocket myself.

May I strap you in, Colonel.

No thank you, Major.

Are your ship to ship and ship to

blockhouse frequencies operating?

Incoming only, Colonel. Orders are to keep

the channels clear

until the Canada blasts off.

Canada to blockhouse,

request permission to start pumps.

Permission granted.

Canada to blockhouse, request permission

to blast off.

Permission granted.

You are minus 10 seconds.

Mark... 9... 8...

7... 6... 5...

4... 3... 2...

1...

Fire!

You may start blast off procedure, Captain.

Yes, Colonel. Mexico to blockhouse.

Request permission to start pumps.

Permission granted.

Request permission to blast off.

Blockhouse to Mexico.

Clearance granted.

You are minus 10 seconds...

9... 8... 7...

6... 5... 4...

3... 2... 1...

Fire!

Are you all right, Colonel?

No, uh, no space sickness I hope?

Of course not.

Mexico to blockhouse.

Acceleration complete.

Request ballistic check.

Blockhouse to Mexico.

Tracking to flight plan.
We will continue

to observe you. Over.

Mexico to blockhouse.
Thank you. Over and out.

Rocket ship Mexico to Space Control.

Request instructions for contact.

Space Control to Mexico.
Steady as you go.

We will warp you to Pocket Three.

Space Control to Mexico.

Prepare to receive line.

Control to Lock Three, bring them in.

Lock Three to Mexico, you are secured.

You may disembark. Over.

Mexico to Lock Three, disembarking.
Over and out.

I must report immediately.

See you before you leave.

I'll be with you as far as weight control.

Back to business, Major.

Hope you enjoyed the trip,
Colonel.

Happy landings, Bill.

Thank you, Captain.

Please be seated.

Thank you, Sir.

Nice to see you again, Colonel, Major.

Please strap yourself in, Colonel.

You know I'm particular about these things.

You're in free fall.

The General has asked me to brief you on

the conditions of this shoot.

As you know it's to be a second Lunar flight.

Colonel Briteis will pilot.
Major Moore, co-pilot.

Dr. Wernher will do the photographic and

scientific work as you pass

around the back face of the Moon.

I think we should attempt a landing, Sir.

One step at a time, Colonel. There'll be

only a 25 second margin of fuel over and

above that calculated that's necessary

for the flight, a resumption

of the orbit with the station.

Therefore, you must proceed exactly

according to your flight plan.

If you make this one all right, we may

give you a crack at the first Moon landing.

This is Lock Four, Sir. The Magellan is

fueled and ready according to plan.

Check-off list completed.

You'll blast off in 37 minutes.

It's yours, Colonel. Man your ship.

Good luck.

Magellan to Lock Four.
All secure. Shove off.

Lock Four to Magellan,
shoving off on count of ten.

Magellan to Space Control.

Check starting coordinates. Over

Your ordinates are

Polaris 83 degrees 62 minutes axis A,

Regulus 180 degrees 29 minutes axis B,

Fomalhaut 19 degrees 2 minutes axis C.

Report when you're in proper attitude.

Over.

Make the swing, Colonel.

Swing slowly right about two degrees.

Nose south, one degree.

A little more down, hold it.

Back.

Steady, hold it.

Mark.

Rocket ship Magellan
to Space Control.

We are now correctly aligned.

Over.

You have 13 seconds to blast off.

Mark. 13...

12... 11... 10...

9... 8... 7...

6... 5... 4...

3... 2... 1...

Fire!

But what is controlling the ship now?

As you can see by the lights and the tape

control, the autopilot is keeping us on

our computer track,

with the ship in
its proper attitude.

I see.

Ordinarily, the rocket jets are

controlled by the autopilot,

but the pilot can always fire by hand.

Now, if I were to throw this switch,

I would override the automatic pilot and

the jets would fire.

So, but how would you guide it?

Well, you don't exactly steer a rocket.

Since there's nothing out there to grab

hold of, you must first

turn it by the flywheel and then it is

held steady by the gyroscopes while you

fire the jets.

Very interesting, very interesting indeed.

Thank you very much.

Like this?

I can't work now,
the co-pilot board is dead.

I wouldn't touch it, though.

So.

Think nothing of it doctor, the Major

doesn't like for someone
else to play with his toys.

But that's enough now. I'll give you

another lesson tomorrow.

Well, I think we have the cameras

adjusted now, er, they can run by

themselves for an hour or two.

But doctor,
you haven't set the automatic trip yet.

That's stupid of me.

How would you like some breakfast.
I'm glad to fix it.

Oh fine, and while you're back aft,
I think I'll

warm up the radio. We'll be back in sight

of Earth soon. Maybe I can find out how

the World Series came out.

I suppose you're a Dodger fan, huh?

Excuse me?

Oh, I uh,
I thought you used to teach in Brooklyn.

That's right, surely. I'll go below.

You see if you can raise Earth.

Colonel, Colonel, wake up.

What is it, Bill?

That guy, Wernher, he's a phony.

What? Explain yourself.

He knows too much about rockets
and not enough about photography.

I know more about his cameras than he does.

I think you're imagining things.

I am, am I? He's supposed to be from

Brooklyn, and he's never even heard of

the Dodgers.

Look, I don't know what his game is,
maybe it's sabotage!

What's there to sabotage?

Major, I think you're space happy.

We've got to land,
it's all we can do.

You pilot, I'll take care of him.

Right now, move!

What!

Ready to fire, Bill?

Ready.

Well, we should be hearing the first

report from the Magellan
in about 40 seconds.

She's slated to come around the

terminator at that time.

Crash priority from Security, Sir.

Listen to this, man representing himself

as Dr. Wernher has been identified as

enemy agent.

Actual Dr. Wernher found by FBI.

Get on that space phone with the

Magellan immediately and

keep on until you get it.

Are you all right, kid?

Right.

We made it, didn't we?

Are we still airtight?

I guess so, pressure's still up.

But you don't understand.

There isn't enough fuel left.

We can't take off!

Sorry to have gone female on you, Major.

I didn't mean to take advantage of it.

That's all right.

I'm feeling kind of punchy myself.

What do you think we should do?

You asking my advice, officially?

Yes, officially.

Well, uh, in that case, I, uh,

I think you better powder your nose.

Oh, go soak your head.

And while you're doing that,

I'm gonna get rid of him.

What are you gonna do with him?

What can we do with him?

Well, I, uh, I could shove

him through the airlock,

but instead, I think I'll tie him up in

the storeroom.

I've got an idea about him for later on.

What is it?

Don't worry, it'll be rough.

But, uh, now we've got more important

things to worry about.

How much food there is, how much water,

how much air,
and which one runs out first?

Oh Bill, they'll rescue us.
Certainly they will.

How? How will they find us?

We've been out of
radio communication

ever since we went
around behind the Moon.

I don't even know where we are.

We probably landed
out of sight of Earth.

We might as well be on Neptune.

Bill, what can we do?

Well, first let's find out where we are.

All right. I'll take the coelostat and as

soon as I have a fix, you can feed tape

into the computer.

Okay.

A report from the Magellan, Sir.

She is now exactly 18 minutes
14 seconds overdue.

That agent must have done something.

Why they couldn't be even 40 seconds

overdue if they were in their orbit.

They've been interfered
with in some way or another.

Order a continuous radar surveillance of

all their area in their emerging sector

and keep an operator on that radio until

we hear from them.

Where are we located?

Well, according to my calculations,

we're about 125 miles

past the crater Grimaldi

and approximately 11 miles from the

furthest position from which we could

beam a signal to the satellite station.

Bill, could you possibly rig a relay for

us from one of those mountain peaks in

that direction?

I don't know. Our oxygen tanks on our

space suits only carry a four-hour supply.

We have sufficient space radio and

television equipment aboard so it, uh,

wouldn't be too difficult if I could

make it.

Oh Bill, you must, you must.

Well, there's only one way I can do it.

I'll have to go down and get Wernher and

take him with me.

We've landed on the Moon.
Since we're

beyond radio reach of the Earth, I have

to go out and set up a relay,

and you're coming with me.
Our lives

depend upon us doing this quickly

but I'll have to warn you, it's a gamble

whether or not we'll ever make it.

All right, I'm with you.
I wouldn't have

done this if I had been forced into it.

Let's go.

And remember,
one false move and you get this.

Wish us luck, Colonel.

Good luck Bill

Happy landing.

Bill, do you read me?
Come in, Bill.

We're all right.

We're about at the point where we can

establish contact.

I'll call you back in

about two hours.

We have established the relay station

and we're returning to the ship now.

Our oxygen reserve may not be enough to

carry us back.

If we don't make it,

good luck and God bless you.

Bill, come in Bill!

You must get back, Bill, you must!

Bill, come in Bill.

Briteis, I'm just barely able to make it.

Let...let down the hoist for me.

I'm so cold... I'm so cold.

Magellan to SPACOM.
Magellan to SPACOM.

Come in please.

Did you make it work?

I'm afraid not, Bill.

I've been trying for five hours

and nothing's happened.

Four screen monitor switch isn't on.

Should it be?

Yes. I hooked our emergency relay to

tie in with the four television monitor.

Press number three on your board.

Now try.

SPACOM to Magellan, we read you.

Sir, we have the Magellan now.

Now press your four selector switch.

Good.
SPACOM to Magellan.

General Greene speaking.

Colonel Briteis, will you please

get Dr. Wernher out of the cabin.

I have a classified message for you.

Scrambled code Y combo 3.

He's not in the cabin, Sir.

Are you sure that he can't hear me.

Quite sure, Sir.

Colonel, listen carefully.

Make him a prisoner at once.

Take him alive if you can

but don't take any chances.

He isn't Dr. Wernher. He's a spy.

He plans to take control of the Magellan

and crash it into the space station.

The FBI have just rescued
the real Doctor Wernher.

Yes sir, we know.

Repeat.

Dr. Wernher is dead.

You see, he did try to take over the ship

and Major Moore stopped him,

but in the struggle the jets were fired

and I found it necessary
to land on the Moon.

But we didn't have enough fuel to...

Repeat!

You did what?

We had to land on the Moon.

Commodore, get me a channel

through the Pentagon immediately.

The Magellan has just landed on the Moon!

Colonel,
report your present situation in detail.

Yes sir. Landed on Luna approximately 125

miles back of crater Grimaldi

and approximately 10 miles beyond the

terminator. Very low on fuel,

unable to take off.

Anybody hurt?

Only fatality Dr. Wernher.

He died during the establishment

of the radio relay 11 miles

from our present position.

This relay is the means through which

we've established contact with you.

Are you in any immediate danger?

No sir.

We've got to work this out.

I'll, uh,
I'll call you in exactly 60 minutes.

In the meantime, don't worry.

The Space Force won't let you down.

Commodore,
this is of the utmost importance.

After you get me the Pentagon,

call an emergency staff meeting here to

discuss the possibilities of the situation.

We must do something

about this landing on the Moon.

Don't worry and good luck.

Over and out.

I wonder what he intends to do?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

At least we aren't going to have to play

Adam and Eve. We're spared that.

Oh you.

Well you needn't act so pleased about it.

Heyyyy...

SPACOM to Magellan, General Greene speaking.

Come in, Magellan. Do you read me?

Magellan to SPACOM.

Yes, General. Moore speaking,

Colonel Briteis standing by, Sir.

Good. Now, pay attention Bill.

Now that you two are

on the Moon, stay there.

Do you understand.

Yes, Sir, but I...

Pay attention and don't interrupt.

The Joint Chiefs have conferred with the

President and has been decided

to change your mission.

You are now Moonbase Number One.

You will remain where you are and show

the flag until such time as you can be

relieved by a larger permanent force.

In the meantime, ration your water, food,

and air to last at least 10 days, that's

within safe limits based on what you had,

and we'll undertake to get more supplies

over to you in that time.

Colonel, you've had drone pilot experience.

Bill, can you breadboard

your ship's radio equipment to

permit it to jockey supply rockets down?

I guess so, Sir.

I'd better be able to.

I'll have one of the electron pushing

boys advise you on it.

I know it can be done.

They've already told me so.

Now, that'll be all now,
Moonbase Number One,

but don't go away Bill.

Oh Colonel, I have a classified message

for Major Moore, only.

Will you be so kind as to

go aft and close the hatch?

Huh?

You heard what he said, down below.

Very well, Sir. If you say so.

Yes, Sir. Over and out on clear.

Standing by on scramble.

Read me, Bill?

Yes Sir.

Take off your rank, son.

This is man-to-man.

Okay Pappy, spill it.

How's it with you and Briteis?

You still sore at her?

No, she's a pretty good kid

when you get to know her.

Seems to me you used to be

pretty sweet on her way back when.

Well, that was before she got promoted.

Tell me the truth, Bill, I gotta know.

Could it be that you're still sweet

on her? Tell me the truth or

don't answer at all.

Well, it could be.

Pappy, what are you driving at?

Now, now, don't get shirty, sir.

I don't like crying to your affairs any

more than you like it,

but I've just been talking
with the White House.

The President thinks,
and so do I,

well, put it this way, you're going to be

shut up in that tin can with a pretty

young woman for weeks, maybe months.

Public opinion being what it is, it'd be

a lot better for everyone, for the

country, for the service,

and for you, if you two were married.

What?

Now, think it over boy.

I can't give you an order on this,

but, uh, think it over.

Listen, Pappy, she wouldn't

have me on a silver platter.

Are you sure?

Maybe you haven't
gone about it right.

But, but you don't understand.

She, uh, she has no use for me.

Have you tried asking her?

May I come up now?
It's lonely down here.

Oh sure, I was just gonna tell you that

the General was through.

Here.

What did he say?

Well, uh, oh, well, uh, nothing.

Look, Briteis.

Yes, Bill.

I, uh, I was wondering if,
uh, if you could, uh...

Could what, Bill?

Well, I mean, could you, uh...

Yes, yes.

Oh, skip it.

We'll take it up later.

Bill, it landed.

Yeah, I'll go out and see

what's in it.

Bill, did they send everything we need?

Briteis, it's Christmas.

Moonbase to SPACOM, come in please.

SPACOM to Lunar base.

I want to talk to General Greene on a

secure channel. Colonel Briteis speaking.

Yes, Ma'am. Scramble code F combo 1.

What is it, Briteis? Any trouble?

No, not a bit Pappy. But, you know, we've

promised to do something.

Yes, and a good thing, too.

What about it?

Well, if you expect me to

go through with it,

there's something you've got to do for

me, you've just got to.

Well, at this point you can just about

write your own ticket,

if I can do it.
What is it kid?

Well, it's this...

Dearly beloved, we are

gathered together here in the sight of God

to join this man and this woman in the

holy bonds of matrimony.

Do you take this woman to be your lawfully

wedded wife, to have and to hold,

to love and to cherish, in sickness and

in health, till death do you part?

I do.

Do you take this man to be your

lawfully wedded husband, to have and to

hold, to love, honor, and obey,

in sickness and in health, till death do

you part?

I do.

Who giveth this woman?

I give this woman.

Take her left hand, place the ring upon

her finger.

By the power vested in me, I pronounce

you man and wife.

Don't go away, kids. The President of the

United States wants to speak to you.

Major Moore, can you hear me?

Yes, Ma'am.

I have a wedding present for

you from the

people of the United States.

On my recommendation

and with the unanimous confirmation of

the Senate, you are today promoted to the

rank of Brigadier General,

United States Space Force.

You will consider yourself

detached from USS Magellan

and will at once assume command

of US Moonbase Number One,

to guard and protect it

for the benefit of all

the free peoples of Earth.

Congratulations, and God bless you both.

You like your wedding present,
dear?

And I didn't get you anything.