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US GOVERNMENT PROVING GROUNDS WHITE SANDS. N.M.

What's its rate of climb, Sergeant?

20,000 feet a minute, sir.

Phillips give me a reading on altitude and distance.

Altitude: 10 miles.

Speed: 1000 mph.

It's 900 miles since time of launching we'll be losing in a couple of minutes.

She's right on the course.

Doctor Rostov.

Looks as if this Atomic powered engine of yours is going to outmode jet propulsion.

- We'll see, General. - It's out of range, sir.

Desert Station calling Top of the World.

Come in, Top of the World.

Hello, Desert Station, pip moving in on Top of the World.

Altitude: 23 miles. Speed: 1800 miles/hour.

Heading due West. On course as chartered.

She's practically over our heads right now.

Heading out to sea.

- Contact Desert Station. - Yes, sir.

Neptune to Desert Station.

Come in, Desert Station. Over.

Hello Neptune, come in. Over.

We're 1000 miles out at sea.

Altitude: 38 miles. Speed: 2000 miles per hour.

Rocket approaches point for turn back.

This thing better work.

Hello Neptune, we are waiting. Come in, over.

You get me, Neptune? You get me?

This is Desert station, we are waiting, anything wrong?

Over, Neptune.

You get me, Neptune? You get me?

Desert Station waiting. Anything wrong? Over, Neptune

Desert Station, we can't reverse the rocket. It's out of control.

Won't turn back. The rocket isn't turning back.

The speed is fantastic. 100 miles.

120... 150... 175...

- 200! - Get them back!

- Desert Station calling Neptune. - Here, Desert Station.

Here Dr. Michael Rostov. Are you sure your reading is correct?

Are you sure you haven't miscalculated?

No sir, we're positive, came in right on schedule.

- On its exact course. - Where is it now?

It's getting below the Horizon.

It's gone.

Neptune still standing by, Desert Station?

What are the orders?

- Them keep a clear channel. - Yes, sir.

Desert Station calling Neptune.

Stand by. Keep Channel clear.

Roger! Neptune standing by. Over.

Dr Briggs.

Traveling for three more hours at its present rate of speed same fixed course.

Where would you say it would crash?

- Somewhere within this radius. - Not good, is it?

Not good, but at least not a total failure.

If we can ever recover it we'll find why it didn't come back.

Gentlemen, you represent the Armed Forces You know what this test means.

Right now it's a failure.

We have always managed be the first in our race against time.

We proved that with the atomic bomb.

If we don't recover this rocket and make the work first,

or if someone else should recover it before we do.

Well, you know the consequences.

It's not the money we've spent.

It's the time out of the lives of men like Rostov and Phillips and Briggs.

The thousands of hours spent in research by the men working under them.

These hours represent a large portion of our national security.

If we don't get that rocket back,

we may never survive to know just how much security we lost.

We need your full cooperation.

I'll get an okay for a search party.

Simmons, Atomic Energy Commission.

Line me to the White House, please.

Scramble...

- Another demitasse? - No thanks.

Coffee is bad to my sense of humor.

And with you I have to stay on my good behavior.

Do you mind if I tear down a few of my inhibitions?

Not at all. That's where it's there for, major Nolan.

Joe is the name, remember?

- Don't let the rank frighten you. - It happen I guess.

I guess.

You don't seem to be running out of inhibitions either.

Drink your drink, Joe.

Marla, I...

Tell me more about being a flight instructor?

The boys you train to fly what are they like today?

They're great. No more hot rod jockey pilots,

no more flying by the seat of the pants.

These boys think. The day of the prop on planes is over.

These boys flying today have to know their engineering.

Aerodynamics, what makes jet.

We're after the same kind of brain power that MIT is or Carnegie tech got.

Wait a minute.

You had me doing this same show the other night.

That's right I'd forgotten.

It was, let me see...

You were taking me up to the door to say goodnight.

Oh, I remember!

You wanted to come inside and show me

how you simulated landings at 10,000 ft.

Oh, sure what's the matter with me that was Tuesday night I saw you.

Uh-uh, wednesday.

Yeah, sure, of course. Wednesday, uh, crash landings.

Parachute jumps?

Takeoffs?

I was tired that night Joe. You left me at the front door.

Oh, please, don't get up. I'll change the record.

The dinner was magnificent. But it's not good to sit after such a heavy meal.

Let's give the music a break, shall we?

Very sweet of you to worry about my figure. A woman appreciates such thoughtfulness.

From such worries a person can develop insomnia?

What a shame.

You fly plane as well as you dance?

I manage.

Those simulated landings...

Well, certainly took you a long time getting around to that, Major.

It will never happen again.

- That's the door. - I don't hear anything.

- Maybe you better answer. - If you say so...

- Yes? - Pardon me ma'am. But Major Nolan here?

What is it, Sergeant?

Orders for you to report back to the base at once, sir.

They'll have a plane Waring up for you at the flight line.

- At once? - At once, sir.

All right, Sergeant.

Come back soon, Joe.

- Like a homing pigeon. - I would like to finish our...

Discussion about simulated landings.

Yes.

- What time is it, Sergeant? - 2:30, sir.

Look a whole lot better to me at three.

I don't mean to sound personal, Sergeant, but how did you...

Just following orders, Major.

If I had to come across this at your quarters I,

uh, might not have found you for another 30 minutes.

That was careless of me wasn't it, Sergeant.

Very careless of you sir.

If you don't mind my saying so, sir. You're an awfully tough man to follow.

I don't want any more complaints out of you, sweetheart.

Willie gave you all new parts, now use.

And you, my blood. you got half the night I spent over, what happens, wrong size.

Yeah, now you got a new one that fits use it be relaxed and satisfied.

Sergeant Tatlow. The CO wants you.

What to leave her sitting here practically naked.

If you want to wind up taking hot and

cold baths in a straitjacket, that's your business.

Mine is to take the CO. You coming?

Orders. That's all they know.

They get them, they give them. You get them, you're stuck!

And is your draft board kept. Yeah! Come on!

For the next 30 days, stay lost!

Now don't misunderstand me. I don't want to make you feel terrible,

But I always said I'd never die in a plane.

Let me see...

She got married last month.

I'll keep them flying, Jackie while I'm on leave.

I'll tell you all about it when I get back.

Lieutenant Wilson?

One L or two?

- Lieutenant Daniel Wilson. - Yeah.

The CO want you, right away.

Damn, she said she voted last year.

Maybe she lied I can't understand.

About to go on leave fill my life with all kinds of...

contentment and peace and what happens my friend puts in a request

for his friend to come hold his hand and babysit for scientists!

I lost out on a little contentment at peace myself.

So why pick on me?

Because I missed your ugly face, Danny boy. I got lonesome.

Because you were so pleasant and uncomplaining those two delightful years�

we spent living in that romantic South Pacific jungle together.

Yeah, we had a crash on an island it's loaded with Guerilla resistance.

With a slap gun in one hand and a knife in the other,

and in two seconds you're a South Pacific Commando.

- What a picnic. - You got liberated.

Yeah, I got liberated...

- Look where it got me. - Liberation, it's a wonderful thing.

That's drink to it.

Sergeant, how about some coffee?

Coming right up, sir.

Yeah, pardon me Doc. I brought you some coffee.

Oh, thank you, Sergeant.

Smells good.

Uh, let me tell you Doc, everything about this doll smells good.

Just look at a fuselage. A really stacked, huh?

And get a load of get a load of wings sprayer.

Listen to her sing. I tell you, she's a dream, Doc, my baby.

- If she could only cook? - Yeah.

Oh, Doc! Yeah!

I can see you haven't had much experience with things.

You know that?

The first thing you got to know is never, never spoil that makeup.

Uh, Sergeant, tell me uh what was that point we just passed over?

I'm the wrong guy to ask, Doc. You know looking out from high places...

makes little black spots to a bley in front of my eyes.

- gets me very dizzy. - And you're in the Air Force?!

Thank you, doctor.

I brought coffee for you, Doc.

Coffee? Oh, yes, thanks.

That's just what I need about this time.

Well, definitely.

Yes, Sergeant?

Oh I... I don't know about you, Doc.

But these long trips always get me a little sleepy figured.

A little coffee might keep us all awake.

Thank you, Sergeant.

When I'm fell myself getting tired, I'll let you know.

You sure, Doc.

Oh, what characters...

They're as bad as flying a bunch of congressmen to visit the war front.

Why, Willie, how you talk?

This is a posh assignment.

We're hauling vip's. Distinguished scientists.

Sergeant, you should have brewed them some liquid hydrogen,

served with smashed atoms on crackers.

Yeah, yeah! I'll serve them.

One joke was taking pictures through a window,

other one looks like he's writing a letter to Einstein.

That Rostov guy's playing games with a map.

But what do we do, go chasing after a rocket?

That's a naughty word, Sergeant. Top secret.

Hey, take over.

I'm going to play Boy Scout back there.

Let you two aggravate each other.

Keep your ulcers happy.

Ulcers, he said.

My ulcers never had a good fly with me this trip.

I'm glad you're enjoying it, Dr. Philips.

Do we land anywhere, Major?

We'll be coming down in about three hours to refuel.

Keeping check on us, Dr. Rostov?

- Afraid the Air Force will lose his way? - Partly, Major.

Scientists can't take any chances.

We tried to evaluate every element.

But sometimes even that isn't enough.

Like, uh, a rocket not turning back when it's supposed to?

The mechanical element.

The fraction of an inch, a tiny miscalculation.

That are always unpredictables.

I wouldn't know about that.

My life's always depended on the human elements.

Well, I'll see you later.

We're going down to pick up some fuel now.

Hold tight, it's going to be bumpy downstairs.

Looks like this is it.

We're now approaching Rocket's Point of Departure.

Where Neptune's radar unit lost contact.

Now, keep your eyes peeled.

If the rocket hit the ocean you you'll see a die mark covering the spot.

I'm going upstairs, so we can get a good look.

We're now in zone where rocket ran out of fuel.

Dead end. Dead end.

Island to your left. I'm swinging over it so you can take a look.

Rostov, Briggs!

I picked up something. The Geiger is jumping all over the place.

What is happening?

We are losing altitude fast. Something's gone crazy.

All the magnetic controls are conked out.

The electrical system shut.

Whole panel is dead, Joe.

As Dead as we be if you don't dish this baby and bail out.

Sergeant, get back and take care of the others.

I'm going to try and make that Island.

Yes, sir!

Now we have to head the suit. Count three and pull.

I'll meet you down below. You're okay.

You're okay, Doc. The man just heading for the island.

I'm only learning this doll, Major. Bring her back to me a one piece.

Be kind well be gentle with her she won't double cross you.

Easy, Major.

You okay, Willie?

I'm all right, but she's washed up. She'll never bounce a tail again.

Get the first aid kit. Briggs is bleeding.

You did a beautiful job, major. I didn't think we had a chance.

Thanks, I like living too.

- This will hurt for a minute. - Yeah! That's what I always tell my kids.

- What went wrong? - I don't know.

The magnetic instruments, radio, just stopped cold.

That's strange. Just before we crashed,

the Geiger registered intense radio activity.

What do you make of that?

We're over something hot,

other than that your guess is as good as mine.

Hey! I hope that Geiger didn't get smashed.

No, still working, but there's nothing.

Hey! My watch is going it stopped before, but now it's going.

Come on, let's go out and take a look at this

- South Sea Paradise. - You'll be all right, Briggs.

It doesn't look too forbidding, seems rather peaceful.

Doctor, some of our guys have crashed in New Guinea during the war.

Headhunters, cannibals...

This sound maybe a park, but I'm not going to depend on it.

And maybe we ought to try to get the radio work,

and hell let somebody know where we are.

We're under orders Not to break radio silence until we find the rocket.

Oh, that's just fine! Headhunters, cannibals...

Break out the guns and ammunition, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir. - Round up what food we have.

Better check all your equipment. Take only the essential things.

Looks like we might be camping out for a while.

- What do you think? - Who knows.

They were being set up for pigeons.

This ain't going to be such a bad leave.

Too bad we don't know their language.

Yeah, she might be able to help us.

I know a couple of Melanesian dialects I'll try them out on...

Who are you?

- You know English? - From missionary school.

I learned over there, where my people go.

- Your people left? Why? - Firebird fly over the village.

- Send out flame and smoke. - The Rocket, it must be the rocket.

- We're in luck. - Earth tremble.

People frightened. Leaving in boats.

Uh, this firebird, where did it land?

On the sacred mountain, home of the Gods.

Chiefs say Spirit angry at bird, make earth tremble.

Why didn't she leave with the rest of them?

Rocks fall down.

My father hurt. My brother and I stay.

Until he die.

But who are you?

Uh, we came after that Firebird to take away evil.

They can you do that?

If you could take us to where it landed.

- No! No! - No! No!

Sacred mountain taboo.

Uh, if you show us where this Firebird came down, we can break its spell.

He will never fly again.

Are you sure?

Your people can come home and live in peace again.

I show the way to the sacred mountain, but it's taboo.

You will not come back.

There's sacred Mountain. Home of gods.

That's where the firebird went. Couldn't land on a nice soft beach.

It had to pick the top of a mountain.

Well, there's nothing yet.

But any radio activity would be shielded from us by the mountain.

- Aren't you coming with us? - No.

We'll see that nothing nothing happens to you.

Sacred mountain taboo.

No one never come back from the Home of the Gods.

That's the first dame I ever saw run out on you, Joe.

Must be losing your touch.

- Now looks like we start climbing. - It seems we have no alternative.

One thing, nobody can say we're not getting plenty of exercise on this trip.

Who needs it?

Hey, you can't even see the top.

If you get dizzy up there, Sergeant,

you want to bail out to if always got your parachute.

Yeah, what happens if it's dark?

You won't get lost you light matches on the way down.

For God's sake, hang on.

- Think you can make it, Briggs? - Yeah! I'll be all right.

- Hush! - Come on, Willie!

You made it, oh boy, you made it.

Come on, doctor.

Give me a cigarette, will you?

It seems like we've been climbing for days.

- There's no top to this rock pile. - You got an appointment somewhere.

What's the matter, Doc. Anything wrong?

No, I'm just check with the Geiger.

- Getting anything? - Slight rating, very slight.

- From the rocket? - Let's hope so.

- Hey Doc., your head clear? - Sure.

I wish I could say mine is.

Well, let's go.

- So soon? - Come on get your packs on.

- You got an appointment someplace? - Yeah! With a rocket.

Come on.

What happened?

Poison gas.

Now I know what she meant about I'm not coming back.

Some kind of corrosive gas, generated from the earth.

Oh, great, me with only a parachute. I should have brought a gas mask.

Probably caused by internal pressures.

It seems to be considerable volcanic activity.

A little dust trap.

- You all right to go on? - Yeah, sure.

What's a little poison gas? We got to find another way.

Do you feeling strong enough, Briggs?

Perhaps you shouldn't continue.

Please. Don't worry about me. I'll be all right.

Anything to keep the guy asleep.

Since one did a little noise keep you awake?

Since you and a rocket came into my life.

Yeah! But look at all the trouble it kept you out of.

- Your family? - Yeah!

The girl is 12, the boy is 16.

Fine looking kids.

You'll have quite a story to tell them when we get back.

Yes.

I hope I will.

I'm sorry the going's been so rough.

Well, that's what I get for sitting on my big

fat Blueprints and helping to build guided missiles.

I should have listened to my wife, she's been after me for years...

to get in condition.

I guess the natives say they the gods were angry tonight.

Have you ever been married, Major?

Come close to it a couple of times, one way or another.

How come you never got pinned down?

What, have some wife tell him what

Dames he should or shouldn't go out with.

Not Joe!

Up there, on the rock!

What did you see up there?

A monster I've never seen before.

I think he's getting rocket happy.

You sure it wasn't just your imagination?

- I'd rather it had be. - All I see is spots.

Stay with me, baby.

Rostov!

Rostov!

Rostov!

Nolan is Briggs!

How did it happen?

I'm not sure.

- I think it was his heart. - Why didn't you yell?

There wasn't time. It was so unexpected, I...

I tried to hold him, but I didn't have the strength.

Another one of your...

"unpredictables".

It's a dead end.

Guess that's the only way up.

Do think you can make that?

- And you? - Do not worry about me.

- I'll be there. - You better, it's a long way down.

Pass to that over to me.

Hey you, guys!

There a dead end over there.

You're gotta make this jump.

We've hit the top!

Me... me the very top?

Where? Where?

Now I know what "high" is up.

Look at that!

What's the matter?

Look!

Hey, I gone colorblind, even with 20-20 vision.

What do you make of it, Doc.?

I don't know, I...

I'm almost afraid to say.

Not like any jungle I've been in.

Nor ever will be, Major.

You're looking at a kind of world that hasn't existed for millions of years.

It's a sort of lost continent?

Oh, you could call it that, I guess.

Here, on top of a mountain, in the middle of the sky.

Volcanic dust.

It's almost as if time forgot this place.

Everything indicates a throwback to prehistoric times, look at that foliage.

Think of the tremendous inter pressures causing such steaming pools.

And their continuous activity at such altitude.

Must be terrific as powerful as a stockpile of hydrogen bombs.

Yeah! But it doesn't make sense.

The air is thin, sure, but you can breathe

without your lung screaming for help.

And we're miles above sea level.

It's all the plants, Major.

- Practically pure oxygen. - But look at this haze.

Somebody got lome for some soft light put a green bulb in the sun.

Yeah! Like in a nightclub, only they forgot to bring on a dames, uh?

You know what the atom bomb did to the atmosphere, Major.

Those same forces could exist here.

Who is there to say?

If we find that rocket it may have us someday

all living back in the world like this one.

I'll worry about that when the time comes.

Hey, Phillips, take a fix.

See if he can pick up a reading on the rocket somewhere.

All, right, Grab the Air Force, sergeant?

Yes, sir.

You got yourself in an upro over something, Joe?

What's eating you?

You private weight? What is, a probably little dream world?

Maybe.

What do you think of Rostov?

Rostov...

He's a cold fish. You know those big brains.

Oh, I see.

- Do you think... - I don't think anything... yet.

I never did buy that guy, even before we took off.

Why?

Why do we know anything about the rocket! Is Willie?

No.

Only three guys know what makes it work.

Rostov, Philips and Briggs.

Now Briggs is gone.

Anything happens to Phillips that just leave Rostov.

He could sell us any bill of goods.

Maybe he didn't want that rocket to turn back.

See what you make of this?

Hey major, we picked something up.

That's it, Phillips.

- What's the run down? - Definite signs of radioactivity.

And much too powerful to be coming from the unit in the rocket.

I'm off on there somewhere.

We may have hit something important, Major.

Uranium.

It explains a lot of things.

Why the plane went out of control when we flew toward the island.

And the Geiger. We must have enter a field of radiation.

Then when we dropped below the mountain we passed out of it,

it lost its effect.

Hey, my watch stopped again, does that stuff act like a magnet?

That stuff is the most mysterious element in nature.

The most dangerous, the most unstable, the most valuable.

Yes, babies cry for it.

But our job concerns finding the rocket, not prospecting for Uranium.

When the rocket ran out of fuel it was inevitably drawn to these fields.

If it ran out of fuel.

- Simmer down, Joe. - So I'll apologize if I'm wrong.

All right, it's the only lead we have, let's follow.

It did you get him, Sergeant?

I'm starving at death and that thing's been feeding off me

for four hours like I was something sent up from room service.

Pick up any late news flash from the home front, Doc.?

How's everybody at the Pentagon, happy?

- What did you say? - Nothing, I was wondering if...

the Geiger still had the jitters.

Oh, well, from its activity we're moving into a hotter Zone.

At least tonight we won't freeze tonight.

Well, if that rocket near the uranium Fields, we're getting pretty close.

It shows a concentration of about 20,000 mR.

mR? How about a short translation for the common man, Doc.?

- Milli-Radians. - Mili who?

It's like taking your temperature Sergeant,

only this shows how hot a zone is with radioactivity.

How dangerous is the area?

Don't worry, Major, we're safe enough.

But if the uranium in those fields were refined,

we'd have been dead hours ago.

Well, raise your flaps. That Rocket won't find us.

I joined the Air Force.

All right, let's take a 15-minute break.

- Oh, 15 minutes! - Break out the rations.

Yes, sir.

Hey Joe!

We got company.

These tracks are fresh, they're not more than an hour old.

That's fine, so they're fresh, but what do they fit?

Nothing human. I ever saw not even my top sergeant had feet that big.

- I've seen tracks like these before. - Yeah, where?

In a museum.

The brontosaurus tracks.

"Bronto" What?

Hard to believe, isn't it, Major?

My calendar says 20th century A.D., not 100 Million B.C.

I appreciate your feelings major but you can't change what we've just seen.

Or what may lie ahead.

Come on, let's get our packs, we got to move.

You sure we're still on fixed?

I'll make another check if you like.

- All right, on course. - Good.

Hey Doc, more brontos and more tracks.

- And they're going the same way we are. - That's right.

Hey, Doc.,

Think there's some other way to get to those uranium Fields, huh?

There may be.

Why don't you look for it? I'm going to follow the needle.

OK.

Hey, Doc.!

I think I'll stick with the needle too, huh?

Hey! Brontosaurus!

Get back!

Set up the tree!

The thing's got more armor than a tank.

Get him out of there.

You got it.

Let's go up on that rock.

Just keep an nylon all in one piece, baby I may be needing you yet.

Too bad I couldn't have gotten a picture of that animal this afternoon.

Pictures?

You're lucky you weren't killed.

How do you come for all this do, how do you explain it?

Who cannot be explained. It's an impossibility.

Yet here we are right in the middle of it.

It's where I always wind up.

That animal we saw this afternoon hasn't

existed for millions and millions of years.

It had disappeared before a man was ever heard of.

What's the matter with it don't know supposed to be dead?

You know what a miracle is, Lieutenant?

- Sure. - Can you explain it.

No.

I can't explain what happened this afternoon either.

Well, thanks for straightening the whole thing out, Doc.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

What a relief.

Oh, goodnight.

I'll call you when it's your watch.

Strange and rather frightening out there.

Take any of those rocks,

Harness its stored up energy...

convert it into power plants.

We could build a whole new world.

And destroy the one we've got.

Ironic, but here we are sleeping on top of

the richest uranium field unknown to man.

Gives one a real cozy feeling!

If you don't mind having nightmares...

You're cynical and suspicious, aren't you Nolan?

Maybe.

Oh baby...

What a Little dream, yeah!

And your shape...

Perfect.

Everything about you...

Beautiful, beautiful...

It's just one thing about you, baby...

If you just if you could just have propellers instead of jets.

You would be perfect.

Sergeant!

Danny! Rostov and Philips are gone!

Hey, you were on guard. Why didn't you watch them?

- Who? - Rostov and Philips are gone.

I did. I never closed my eyes all night.

- Maybe your hunch is right. - I didn't know it.

Hey, wait for me!

What are you doing?

His foot became lodged in the rocks. I wasn't able to free him by myself.

- What's the idea coming out here alone? - Keep your voices down. Look!

It's been hanging around for hours ever since I discovered Dr. Phillips.

Get down! Get out of sight!

Bullets no good noise along your track him.

We have to sweat it out.

Go ahead and yell, do your good.

You got us trapped into this now go ahead and yell loud.

What's a few more lives you crazy stupid uranium happy?

Shoot in the eyes!

Let's move that rock.

Sergeant, keep an eye on them.

Get his leg out.

I've got him.

Quick, help Dany get him out!

Do all you scientists lose your marbles every now and then?

I'm sorry they've caused you so much trouble Lieutenant.

I woke up a little earlier than the rest of you this morning.

It seemed a swell chance to grab some pictures.

I was lucky Mike followed me

You think I'd let you get yourself killed in a prehistoric jungle?

We've been friends to long.

Well, the uh are the legs feeling better.

Come on, let's keep walking, huh?

Thanks.

Not disturbed because it's still BC in instead of A.D.?

No.

I'm convinced.

I also said if I was wrong I'd apologize.

That's not necessary.

Do not ask me why,

but at the beginning I had you figured for playing on the wrong team.

I know.

I am Russian. I'm used to it.

Almost my whole life has been a Witch Hunt one way or another.

First it was Hitler and one of his concentration camps.

Then my wife and unborn child died in another.

With Russian made barbed wire.

It doesn't change them much.

A lot of guys are finding that out every day.

All respect for my country lies dead in those camps.

I hope to go back and resurrect it someday.

No country can survive when...

it loses the respect of its own people or of the world.

You'll go back, Mike.

The way you want to go back.

Too many guys on our side fighting for the same thing.

Even if...

heaven forbid it means pushing buttons on more

rockets like the one out there somewhere.

Heaven forbid, Joe.

Same unknown vapors we ran into coming up the mountain.

Being forced through the Earth at tremendous pressures.

Too much pressure with no safety valve.

And if they should ever react with the uranium fields.

Right the Fourth of July!

- Oh, that's it! - That's what?

It's the end of the road. Geiger doesn't go any further.

This means we are right in the middle of the uranium deposit,

and they seem to extend for miles.

- And how will we find the rocket? - I wish I knew.

It could be any place.

May we could wander around up here for weeks.

Oh, let's get out of this graveyard.

Hey, Joe.

I don't know how long these guys will hold out.

They got pleats in their pants to holding so fast.

What's eating you?

You heard what Philips said.

You know what our chances we have.

We're beating our brains out for something we may never find.

We don't even know where to look down.

If the rocket is up here. It'll rot before anybody can get to it.

You bored?

Yes, I'm bored.

We're done to our last few rounds of ammo.

- Worried? - No.

Run out of bullets. I got a new secret weapon.

See any more of those fugitives from zoo,

I just walk up to them and kill them with spit.

Ah, who wants to be a dead hero?

Do you speaking for yourself, Danny, or for them?

Maybe I'm saying what they don't want to say.

The lieutenant seems to think you got something on your minds.

I give you a chance to unburden yourselves.

Got nothing to say?

But, I have.

We're low on food, we're low on water and we're low on ammunition.

Maybe we're getting a little low on nerves, but I got news for you.

I walk around with my guts twisted up same as you.

I want to clear out of here the same as you.

I didn't ask to be trapped in this Rat Race,

but as long as I'm here, I'll try and finish.

Anybody who wants to can knock it off now?

Feel better, Major?

Don't just stand there, Major. We got a rocket to find.

Baby you ain't getting any lighter.

So, I'll spitting the eye.

Hey! I wonder if a piece of that big buzzard would make good eat.

Let's find out.

I think it fell right around here.

Hey look!

- Oh, what a mad passion. I love you. - Let's get to it.

Take it easy with that you Big Slab. Get away from that.

Keep your voices down. Stay out of sight.

They can't stick around forever.

They should drop dead.

They should have a few million years ago.

They may be here for days.

Hey, Rostov.

How much time do you need to get the unit out the rocket?

It depends on how much damage we find.

Ordinarily 10 maybe 15 minutes might do it.

Another five to get the data off the live recording instruments.

Can you knock off the whole works in half an hour?

Should give us plenty of time.

I think I've get an angle to get rid of them.

It's going to be rough, but it might work.

Danny, you and Willie circle the animals.

Get them back at the rocks and boulders and start shooting.

It might bait them away from the rocket long enough for Rostov and Phillips to move in.

We're going to should the works on this.

We don't do it the first time we've had it.

- Hope you got plenty of spit. - I run out, you'll know it.

Willie.

Incredible, Mike!

Maximum thrust registered 9.5.

And I designed the controls for 2.5.

That team of those animals out there couldn't have turned it back.

What does that mean? Was this Rat Race worth it or not?

Eminently, Major, now that we have these, we'll know how to design the next one.

No more "unpredictables".

Willie!

Joe!

Keep Watch, may come back.

What a way to go, baby.

- You couldn't help me. - You'll make it, all right, kid.

Sir, a cigarette.

Take it slow and easy on the way down.

We've left enough behind us.

I don't want to leave anymore.

How's the leg? Holding on?

I'll make it.

- You, Mike? - All right.

But if Willie were here I'm sure he'd have more to say.

Yes, he'd probably say:

"Hey, it's going to rain let me call with that umbrella!"

How you like that?

We have to move fast,

the whole mountain's blowing up under us.

Now!

Joe!

A world coming to an end.

Better this way than to have it go on living with us.

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