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About 25 seconds. We have complete clearance for launch.

- We are go. Twenty. - Ten, nine, eight...

- seven, six, five... - Ignition sequence starts...

Four, three, two, one, zero.

In the year 1987, at the John F. Kennedy Space Center...

NASA launched the last of America's deep space probes.

The payload perched on the nose cone of the massive rocket...

was a one man exploration vessel. Ranger 3.

On board this compact starship a lone astronaut...

Captain William "Buck" Rogers...

was to experience cosmic forces beyond all comprehension.

An awesome brush with death.

In the wink of an eye, his life support system were frozen by...

temperatures beyond imagination.

Ranger 3 was blown out of its planned trajectory...

into an orbit a thousand times more vast.

An orbit which was to return the ship full circle to its point of origin.

It's Mother Earth...

not in five months, but in 500 years.

For 500 years, Buck Rogers drifted through a world in which...

reality and fantasy merged into a timeless dream.

Alert! Alert! Incoming hostile ship.

Clear all launch channels for attack.

Wait!

There's something about the ship. I've not seen anything like it.

Prepare to take in in tow.

Envelop alien ship in force field...

and prepare her for boarding the Draconia.

- Neurosystems transport. - In transport.

Begin heart-lung procedure.

- Dilute a minor pressure agent. - Transmitting.

Increase diogen and crystalline in proportion.

Heart-lung response up on 0.2 and increasing.

We're starting to receive positive neurological signals.

He's alive.

Enter.

And what about our intruder is so important, it could not wait, Kane?

The man lives. I'm not sure why.

You're not sure why. Is this a puzzle for me to decipher?

The puzzle is for me to decipher.

The ship is antiquated... unlike anything I've seen in the star system...

or outside of history books for that matter.

Kane, please.

He was frozen in a combination of gases.

Oxygen, cryogen, ozone, metalon.

Almost a perfect balance.

Were these techniques use throughout the galaxy for terminal illness and disease.

Yes, today.

However, there is another matter. The man's ship.

Kane, you have one more minute.

His instrumentation was stopped...

frozen solid in the year 1987.

- Are you telling me...? - That the man may be 500 years old.

- You're serious? - Yes.

Frozen by elements so instantaneous and perfect...

that he is fully preserved and living.

It's a fascinating thought.

- Preserved young or preserved old? - Very young.

Any defects from the ordeal?

Fortunately for him, we're quite advanced in cryogenics.

Well, I've never met a 500 year old man. Prepare him for an audience.

I'm afraid he's liable to be not too coherent.

I'll make allowances.

- Where I am? - We ask the questions.

Who are you?

Captain Buck Rogers, United States Air Force.

- Who are you? - What did he say?

Something about a united states.

Captain, what is your destination?

- What is it? - My head.

- Could I get an aspirin? - What does he mean?

Probably some kind of anti-pain drug.

Give him something for his discomfort.

What is this place?

Where am I?

Who are you?

You're aboard the king's flagship Draconia...

under command of the royal princess Ardala.

- Who? - Where are you from.?

No. Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.

What was that about a ship?

One of the king's fortresses on its way to Earth on a peace mission.

On its way to Earth?

You mean you guys aren't from...?

I mean, we're not...

We're not on Earth?

I'm definitely going to need that aspirin.

- Give it to him. - Wait a second.

Oh!

Captain.

Bear in mind that you're a captive...

of a dynasty that has conquered 3/4 of the universe.

You will answer carefully if you value your life.

Are you a real life princess?

I think we've given our captain a little too much medication.

No, no, I feel great.

The United States of America...

It was an empire on the planet Earth some centuries ago.

Those royal tutors gave you your money's worth.

Well, you're from Earth, Kane. You should know better than I.

The United States had perished almost 500 years ago.

Well, that would account for his spacecraft, his clothes, the instruments.

I have a better explanation. I think he's a very clever plant...

from the Federal Directorate of Earth.

- A plant? - Yes.

An spy placed in our path by their military.

They wouldn't dare. We come as a royal envoy from my father's kingdom.

I am fully aware of your father's stated purpose.

The guarantee trade between Earth and the Draconian dynasty.

What possible reason could they have in placing a spy on board?

To search our ship.

- To see if we're armed. - I see.

- We couldn't allow that, could we? - No.

Then I'm to assume that I may dispose of Captain Rogers as I see fit.

How you handle security is your prerogative.

Come on, Tiger Man.

What a layout! Wow!

- And how are we this morning? - Terrific.

Hey! That's a coincidence. I got a ship just like this.

Disconnect the medication.

Oh, don't do that. I really love it.

- You'll be on your way very shortly. - Great. Where are we going?

- You're going home. - Great. Where is that?

- On Earth. - Oh, right!

Your ship has been serviced and reprogrammed to take you home.

- I sure you must be anxious. - Oh, yeah.

Seems like I haven't been there for weeks.

Oh. Oh.

I must be having a great time with you guys.

You know I'm going to miss you. Hey! I got a great idea.

Why don't we all go down there together?

You go on ahead. We'll be along in a few days.

Not if I wake up.

Bye bye. Oh, am I dreaming this?

Boy, they're going to be surprised back in Houston when I come back with this story.

Battery.

Prepare to launch the alien vessel.

Five seconds to launch. Four...

three two...

one. Launch.

It's given us the perfect opportunity to test the Earth's defense shield.

What do you mean test it?

We know that anyone entering the earth surface...

without a clearance is immediately incinerated.

But if our captain is a spy, as I believe...

they will escort him through the shield...

along the narrow channel only known to their military.

Well, how can this help us?

I've hidden a micro-transmitter aboard Captain Rogers' ship...

which will send back the equivalent of a guide map.

When we give the signal...

that guide map will be used by your father's attack forces...

to pour through their defense shield.

What if our Captain Rogers is not a spy?

Then, he will burn.

I see.

You don't look very pleased.

Of course I'm pleased.

It's just that I have this strange feeling I'm going to see Captain Rogers again.

Air control 1 to vessel Able, Baker 4.

Approach inner city a further 3/4. Over.

What is your current positioning and fuel supply?

Confirmed.

This is Tartalia near the air control Long. We are approximately...

They do things... they don't do, oh no...

Houston Control, this is Flight 711.

Come in, Houston Control.

Put down your cards and your backgammon boards.

Lucky Buck is back.

Ah... Sir. Super?

Super on. What station is this?

Delta sector, sir. You don't hear from me very often.

Yes, yes Delta sector?

My scanners monitor the low frequency direct communication band.

I'm picking up some voices or something.

I'm sure you're picking up pirate or maraudic chatter.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

Probably echoes from last night's attack on our freighters.

Those signals will be bouncing around all week.

Yes sir. I mean, no sir. This isn't an echo, sir.

It's a voice. A strong voice. It's singing.

- Singing? - Yes.

- Delta sector, did you say "singing"? - Yes.

Operational control, this is Supervisor 14 on the floor.

Feed me to Delta sector.

Come in, Houston Control. Come in.

Houston Control, this is Flight 711.

Come on you guys. You read me? Give me some instructions.

I'm on final reentry.

Come in, Houston Control. Houston Control, do you read me?

Hey! Come on you turkeys, get off your duff and give me some info.

It's practically a foreign language.

Maybe some kind of joke?

It's heading directly to the defense shield. Get me Intercept.

Intercept squadron on the line, please.

Colonel Deering. What are the coordinates?

Right. We're targeting the shield 100 miles to identify the craft.

Alert, Intercept airborned. Position of alien craft.

- Very odd. - What's odd?

The target seems to be moving unusually slow

and erratic for any conventional spacecraft.

I have target in visual sight.

What is it?

Hey, alright. I see you...

guys.

Who are you?

What are you?

Attention, alien spacecraft. Do you read?

Why do call an "alien"? You don't look so familiar yourself, you know.

Who are you?

Please restrict your answers to "yes" or "no". You're in grave danger.

From who? You?

You are traversing a narrow corridor into our inner cities.

Inner what? Look, lady...

Colonel Deering. Now, please be quiet.

If you deviate from my orders by so much as a thousand yards...

you will be burned into vapour, do you understand?

Vapours? Yeah yeah, I understand. What do I do?

- Do you have manual override capabilities? - Sure.

Then, follow me very closely.

Be right on your tail.

Really blow it this time. Gotta be the Russians.

You're doing just fine.

- I beg your pardon? - I'm just trying to be friendly.

Violating our airspace is an act of war, not friendship.

Now wait until the guys at the Cape hear this.

Buck Rogers sets down in the middle of Red Square.

Air Control 1 access.

Clear on Corridor 1-0 Able for incoming vessel.

Confirmed. Outer barriers all clear for approach...

in the Corridor 1-0 Able for incoming vessel.

Hey, babe. This is quite a setup.

It's Colonel Deering, Commander of Earth Defenses.

- Then you're in charge of all this? - That's right.

- Now, if there are no more questions... - Why, Colonel, take it easy.

I'd fly with you anytime.

- Take this barbarian in for interrogation. - What?

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Wait!

What you... What are you doing? Hey wait!

How do you do, Captain Rogers?

My name's Dr. Huer. And I'm very pleased to meet you.

Just what's going on?

Where am I and what are you doing to me?

Well, we're studying you. It's all electronic and painless.

But so far we're as boggled as you are by what happened.

Your testing is producing the most phenomenal data.

Terrific. But what is happening?

Cos if I'm dead, I obviously didn't make it to heaven.

So just what planet is this?

What planet? Oh, it's Earth, of course.

You returned as your mission required...

to almost the precise landing area originally programmed into your ship.

Aah, look, Doc.

I've been through a lot...

but there is no way you can tell me that...

that city out there is anything like Chicago.

No, it isn't. There's nothing like Chicago left on Earth.

Allow me to bring in my administrator, Dr. Theopolis.

Now look, Doc...

Twiki, would you bring in Dr. Theopolis, please?

- What is that? - It is Twiki.

- He's your drone. - My what?

Well, for the duration of your debriefing and determination...

Twiki will act as your aide.

And this... This is Dr. Theopolis.

Good morning, Dr. Theopolis. Lovely day.

Thank you. I did my best.

Dr. Theopolis here is a member of our Computer Council.

And in addition to other things, he is personally responsible...

for all our environmental controls here within the Inner City.

This introducing a pale hint of mauve into the sunset this evening.

Not so deep as an amethyst...

but the more subtle burn texture of cinnamon.

Well, how nice.

I do hope our captain can watch it with us.

It's truly going to be lovely.

If I were you, I'd check in with whoever's programming that thing.

Captain Rogers, it is we on the Council...

who do the programming for the entire city.

And kindly reserve your opinion. Shall we get down to cases?

Captain Rogers, I... I'll leave you with a word of advice.

These quads are not programmed by man.

They've been programmed by one another over for generations.

You see, the mistakes we have made...

in areas, well, like our environment...

have been entirely turned over to them.

And they saved the Earth from certain doom.

Little by little, bringing us back, so that we will not have

to depend entirely on other planets for our food and water.

The quads are not human, but...

you can hurt their feelings.

It's this sensitivity that separates them from mere machines.

So, I'll see you again in approximately 16 hours.

16 hours? Wait a minute!

Do you think I'm going to sit here and talk to a box for 16 hours?

Sit down, captain. Let's both try to be as pleasant as possible.

That's a good fellow.

Be a good drone, Twiki, and place me on the table...

where I can get a good look at the captain

while you get him some liquid refreshment.

Well, that's alright. I don't need any liquid refreshment.

Of course you do.

You're extremely dehydrated from your ordeal, Buck.

If I may call you Buck.

Now run along Twiki and get Captain Rogers his drink.

Well now...

what an attractive man you are, Captain Buck Rogers.

Now look...

I've been waiting 24 hours...

to find out where I am, who I am, who you are.

Can I have some answers?

Certainly, Buck. That's why I'm here, to answer your questions.

Great. Let's have it.

Well, you are Captain Buck Rogers, and according to your ship's log...

You left Earth in 1987.

That much I know. Tell me what I don't know.

Well, if preliminary data holds up,

it appears you have returned to Earth 504 years later.

You are now in the 25th century.

Buck? Are you alright, Buck?

Did you hear me?

Buck?

I think I want a drink now.

You can take my word. He's a wonderful man. Believe me.

I do believe, that you believe that he's a wonderful man...

but you're not being asked to risk the lives of our few

surviving warriors on his subterfuge.

He is only one man. What can he possibly do to endanger our people?

He could attempt to discredit the treaty with Draconia.

But he has made no such attempt. He comes to us a bewildered man.

I would like the opportunity to spend some time with our captain.

If you're hoping to find fault with his testimony, you'll waste your time.

Saving Earth cannot be a waste of time...

despite having to endure the captain's company.

Well, if Dr. Theopolis has no objections... I have none.

I have no objections.

And the captain belongs to me until I expose him.

I have not seen Colonel Deering...

so uncharacteristically emotional about anything before.

Nor anyone.

This part seems more of a dream than a nightmare.

Look, I was a little loud yesterday. I'd like to apologize.

I accept your apology, captain.

Tell me about the holocaust.

I can't.

Well, until I hear it and feel it. It isn't real.

Look, I lost everything that was important to me.

A mother, father, brothers, sisters, a woman I cared for.

And until I hear something that convinces me different...

they're waiting for me right now, somewhere else in time and space.

- What's it like on the outside? - Outside the city? You wouldn't like it.

- Radiation? - In some places.

Ruins and scorched earth everywhere else.

That's why we're so dependent on trade with other planets.

This trade agreement with the Draconians and the princess. What's that all about?

We're being starved out by pirates who choke off our shipping lines.

The Draconians have promised to keep our supply lines open...

in return for landing privileges here on Earth.

I'd like to see my ship. Is that possible?

Anything is possible, captain.

Those guards thought we were crazy coming out here at this hour of the night.

I've had enough sleep to last me a lifetime.

Do you recognize these markings?

Fairly common for an aircraft that had been in combat.

Well, I wasn't in combat. Did your ships fire on me?

- Certainly not. - Then who did?

Possibly pirates who've been attacking our shipping.

And why am I still here? Why didn't they finish me off?

Why didn't they strip the ship or at least open it?

You'd think pirates would be thorough enough to check out an unarmed ship...

particularly one they bothered to fire on.

You've been in flight a long time. Anything could have happened.

Yeah, well those burns are fresh. The cordite is still unoxidized.

I think Princess Ardala's attack fighters fired on me...

before they towed me aboard her ship.

- Her ship is unarmed. That is the law. - Yeah well, she seems to be bending it.

What would you suggest, Captain?

I would suggest thoroughly searching her ship

before you allow it inside your defense shield.

Rather an insulting way to begin an alliance based on good faith.

Good faith is for bureaucrats. It won't get you a city with a lid on it.

I'd go up there armed to the teeth, full squadron,

otherwise you'll be sitting ducks.

For a man whose expertise is allegedly five centuries old...

you seem quite opinionated.

You're right.

It's none of my business how you blow up your world.

My generation didn't know what they were doing either.

- Good night, Colonel. - Where are you going, Captain?

- I'm going to look around the city. - You're suspicion. You can't.

I'd like to find out what's changed in 500 years.

- That's forbidden. - It's a free country. At least, it was.

Technically you're still under arrest and my prisoner. I can't let you go.

You'll have to shoot me to stop me, Colonel.

You leave me little choice.

You didn't have to come with me, Theo.

I wanted to be with you, Buck. I wish you'd listened to reasons.

This is nothing compared to what lies ahead.

Why don't we stay here for the night?

Oh, I'm afraid we'd freeze to death.

What little warmth you feel is emanated from the Inner City.

In a few hours, they cut power by two thirds...

and it will drop well below zero out here.

Well, it's straight ahead then I guess.

I'm just sorry I brought you guys into all this.

I was assigned to be with you.

No one forced me into your camp. I believed in you...

and I still do.

- What is he saying? - You don't want to know.

Oh!

- What's he saying now? - You don't want to know.

You guys go back. I can put up with whatever's out there...

if it helps me to find what happened to my people.

I'm with you, Buck.

- What's he saying? - You don't want to know.

Stop saying I don't want to know. I want to know.

He thinks we're being watched.

It's just his imagination. Come on.

- It's hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. - Oh we'll be alright.

- It isn't you they're after. - What?

No offense, but it's us.

My gold circuits and parts bring a lot of money on the black market.

As for Twiki, well, I'd hate to tell you the use they'll put him to.

Buck, where are you going?

STATE STREET

My God! This is it.

I don't mean to impugn your strategy, Buck...

but standing in the middle of the street is stupid...

under the circumstance.

Come on!

- I don't know where he is going. - Just follow him.

- I don't know what he's doing. - Just follow him, Twiki.

- Holy... - I know, Twiki.

- I see them. - Just keep going.

Don't think thoughts like that. You'll run down your batteries.

This is where my parents are buried.

Well, at least I know part of it.

We can't stay long, Buck. We're being followed.

What happened?

There's only one stone, no date.

Only a few fortunate ones were buried at all.

It happened so fast, families were buried together.

Dates became unimportant as all systems broke down.

Finally, there were no more armies or fighting.

Only starvation, contamination and lingering death.

- I wish I'd been with them. - You can't go back, Buck.

The past is gone. But you can still help us with our future.

If there is a future. I'm afraid it's too late.

Take off, Twiki.

Watch out!

Dirty...

There's just too many of them, Buck. It's hopeless.

If anyone has any last words, I think now would be the time for them.

Let's get out of here.

Oh well, Colonel. What brings you out on a night like this?

Captain, I came to find you at some personal risk.

- Very ballsy. - Very what?

Forget it. Well, don't expect any fanfare.

We were doing just fine until you came along. Right, Theo?

- Well... - Forget it, Theo.

Well, at least Twiki is on my side.

Matter of fact, I kind of like it out here.

It's a bit primitive, but then it is the south side of Chicago.

Captain, we're wasting time. Let's go.

I'm not through looking yet.

So unless you're prepared to shoot me...

Captain, you got away once, but not this time. Lieutenant.

What's wrong?

Then it's true, he's working for the pirates.

I still don't believe it.

Well, you stand alone, Theo.

The micro-transmitter was attached to his navigational equipment...

revealing our secret access corridors to our enemies.

That's not the behaviour of an innocent man.

At first I thought he was guilty and then...

You're being subjective in your evaluation of Buck Rogers.

I, on the other hand, support him for very practical reasons.

- And what are they? - I'm convinced of one thing.

Our friend, Captain Rogers, has indeed met the Princess Ardala...

and has been aboard the draconian flagship.

His descriptions are too precise...

to be the guesswork of a pirate.

Perhaps the pirates have been aboard her ship and provided him with the information.

My dear, they are the deadliest of enemies.

It is unlikely that any pirate could survive such a visit to tell about it.

Word from Earth on Captain Rogers' fate.

His ship was intercepted and led down...

as I expected.

Did the transmitter we sneaked aboard his ship provide the necessary information...

to bring my father's forces through their defense shield?

Yes, however the transmitter had been discovered.

- It's too bad. - It makes no difference.

Once we're welcomed inside, we will destroy the shield from within.

Won't the earthlings be suspicious when.

Captain Rogers tells them he was aboard our ship?

They won't believe him. Captain Rogers is as good as dead.

Now stop worrying about the trial.

I'm a member of the Council and I'm going to defend you personally.

Thanks, Theo. It's nice to have at least one friend.

I'm sorry, Twiki. Two friends.

The Computer Council is ready to hear the final arguments...

in the case of the Directorate versus Captain Buck Rogers...

on charges of espionage and treason.

- Councilor Apol. - The State's is elementary.

Captain Rogers piloted a foreign aircraft through our defense network...

with a micro-transmitter, revealing our secret shield borders to our enemy.

What price you may ask...

What bounty would Captain Rogers consider

just in selling out the human race?

Only he and his pirate friends can answer.

But I submit that in my opinion...

it is the destruction of the treaty with Draconia that they seek at all cost.

For its enactment spells their doom.

The State rests its case.

We will now hear from the defense. Dr. Theopolis.

Distinguished colleagues, you have heard the evidence...

and I challenge you to find this man guilty.

No evidence has been found to suggest his claim to a birthright on this planet...

because we all know full well...

no records exist prior to the great holocaust.

He has no explanation as how a transmitter got aboard his ship...

because it was not his doing.

He is an innocent pawn in a great war.

I say to you, my colleagues, that if you find this man guilty...

you must find me guilty.

My sensors tell me that this man is good.

The defense rests. Thank you.

Captain Rogers, have you any last words before we pass judgment?

Just that I'm an innocent pawn, puppet, call it what you will.

Somebody else pulls the strings.

You'd be better advised to worry less about me and more about them.

Because I can do you no more harm, no matter what the outcome today.

But he or she...

could destroy you.

Very nice, Buck. We don't have a thing to worry about.

By unanimous vote, the Council finds for the State.

Captain Rogers, the Council finds you guilty.

Your life is to be terminated.

Said termination will be carried out immediately.

This council is adjourned.

I don't believe it.

Aren't you going to say anything?

- No. - That's ridiculous.

You have been sentenced for termination.

At the very least, I would think a man of your sort would fly into a rage...

Lash out at me. Say something.

Goodbye?

Buck, stop it! You're being unreasonable.

I'm being unreasonable?

It is almost as if you don't think the sentence will be carried out.

Well, as a matter of fact, I don't think there's going

to be anyone around to carry the sentence out.

At least I know you people won't be in charge.

You're still clinging to your story about the Draconia bearing arms.

I can prove it.

What would you say if I told you...

that I came here to give you that chance?

How?

By flying out to meet the Draconia flagship, to verify your story...

about them finding you.

And... do a little looking around while you're there?

Exactly.

No no. I... I don't like that plan.

- It worries me. - Why?

Well, you see, I'm scheduled for termination.

If I miss it, I might get into a lot of trouble.

Buck! You are impossible.

I'm offering you your life and you're giving me practical jokes?

Well, you see that's the point.

Are you offering me termination of my termination...

or are you just postponing it?

If you can prove that your story is true...

Let's go.

Stay close to my wing, Captain. We'll keep the maneuvers nice and simple.

Stay on auto-flight. You won't be expected to run anything but the throttle.

Thanks, colonel.

Is it alright if I occasionally look out the window? Hmm?

This is no time for levity, Captain.

We've lost nearly a third of our ships in this sector to pirates.

When they hit, they hit fast.

You can't out-fly the computer.

It will take any necessary evasive action to avoid their missiles.

If you try to fly that thing, you will only cost us a ship.

I appreciate your concern.

Just wish I had brought along something to read.

I make a target vector 401.

Roger, Colonel. I have a visual on target. Just to port.

If you have visual at this distance...

it must be gigantic.

Permission to come aboard? Why?

A special envoy.

That's all I know.

It isn't according to protocol.

- What do you think they have in mind? - I don't know.

But they have given us plenty of warning.

And there'll be nothing in evidence to betray us.

I'll be curious to know what they have in mind.

Let's prepare a very special welcome for them.

Send out our pirate ships...

and arrange a little surprise for them.

Welcome aboard the flagship Draconia...

envoy of Draco, conqueror of space...

warlord of Astrium, ruler of the Draconian realm.

I give you his daughter, Princess Ardala.

Delighted. This is an unexpected pleasure.

We are hardly prepared to greet you properly.

Consider your time adequate greeting.

I'm Colonel Deering, Commander of the 3rd Force of the Earth Directorate.

And I believe you already know Captain Rogers.

But no. If I had met so dashing young captain...

I'm sure I would have remembered vividly.

I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

I think you're mistaken, princess.

I never forget a knuckle.

Captain!

Listen. We're here to get to the bottom of things.

Would you like me to describe some of your inner chambers?

Oh! What inner chambers is he referring?

Well the princess may not find me memorable, but I'll never forget her.

I especially liked the dress with the high neck collar and...

Colonel Deering, what is this all about?

Why are you here?

The pirate forces are at their worst in this sector.

We brought our ships to assure you safe arrival.

Alert! Alert! Alert!

Draconia under attack by hostile ships.

And Captain Rogers...

All personnel to defense posts.

- Men, to your ships! - Alert all stations. Secure the ship.

So this is how you bid us safe conduct.

Find escort. At least we'll all perish together.

Clear all launch channels for attack.

Alert! Alert!

Lay off, Bank! I got your tail.

Pull up! I'll cut him off.

There's no way you're diving without any of those powers!

Captain Rogers, I ordered you to stay out of this.

Colonel, you need all the help you can get.

- Wing man! Man at 12 o'clock high. - 12 o'clock what?

Lieutenant Wrather, disregard. Captain Rogers, get off the air.

Our combat computers are way ahead of you.

Well yeah Colonel, but if your computers don't do something pretty fast...

your lieutenant Wrather is going to be...

Watch out, Thornberry!

Colonel, you've got to go to manual flight.

Buck Rogers, if you don't stop distracting our pilots...

You just have a lieutenant and a couple of pirates on your tail.

Colonel, I'm switching to manual.

See if I can start dishing out a little of what we've been taking.

Buck Rogers, I'm ordering you back to the base.

Nailed him... let's see how he like a little old fashion red dogging.

One sack. Six to go.

Got you!

Colonel. Take it down. Straight down and enter retro!

I can't! It goes against the principles of modern aerial combat.

That's called bunching your linebackers.

Look! I don't know what went wrong with our combat computers but...

thank you.

Now, captain, let's go home.

- Mine or is it yours? - What?

- What did you say? - Just joking.

Air control 1 to access.

Clear on Corridor 1-0 Able for incoming vessel.

Confirmed. Outer barrier is all clear for approach...

on Corridor 1-0 Able for incoming vessel.

Colonel Deering. Have you seen Captain Rogers?

Yes. Why?

Our Council has had a formal request from Her Majesty Princess Ardala.

What has that got to do with the captain?

Well, the princess feels he single-handedly saved...

their unarmed vessel from the renegade pirates...

and wants to thank him personally.

Single-handedly?

Apparently, even your ship was nearly destroyed.

Were if not for Captain Rogers' inordinate skills...

and quick thinking, the princess feels...

I don't care what the princess feels.

I know what happened. I was there.

Tomorrow I conquer Earth.

Tomorrow we conquer Earth, your Highness.

You look magnificent, Buck.

Is something troubling you?

Why am I invited to this thing? Nobody believes me.

Princess Ardala wants to thank you personally

for fighting the pirates off her ship.

And I'd had a word or two with her myself... alone.

Oh! I'm sure that won't be permitted.

After all, you're only a captain.

And not even commissioned at that.

- What have you got for headache? - A headache? Are you ill, Buck?

Oh! I guess I'm just not fully recovered from that long trip yet.

Why didn't you say something? Twiki will get you a relaxant.

Well, it's time to go in now.

We don't want to keep the trade delegation waiting.

Welcome. The Draconian trade delegation...

under the leadership of Her Royal Highness...

Crown Princess of the realm. Ardala.

I bring you greetings on this historic occasion.

My father, King Draco...

would like to present to you his own flagship Draconia...

filled with all the latest technology...

as a gift to symbolize a new glorious era...

of commerce and peace.

Let the celebration begin.

- We brought you some pills, Buck. - Hmm?

For your headache. It's a very strong relaxant.

You mustn't take more than one at a time.

Thanks guys.

Well, I see dancing has come a long way in 500 years.

Listen. I'm going to need something else. A rose.

- Did you say a rose? - Yeah, a red one.

What do you need a rose for, Buck?

Twiki, would you go get me one, quickly huh?

How do you like our presentation, Captain Rogers?

Most impressive.

Did this folk dance come all the way from her daddy's world?

Sorry, I don't think I understand your terms.

And I would suggest a more respectful reference than "daddy".

He's perhaps the greatest leader the world has ever known.

Well, a word of caution, Colonel.

- Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. - Greeks?

Maybe that was a little before your time. Quite a while back.

Tell me, do you know the story of the Trojan horse?

No.

No, huh? Well, forget it.

I guess I came from a time that was hopelessly paranoid.

See you around.

Your rose, Buck.

Oh! It's a nice one. Thank you, Twiki.

Buck, no one else is giving the princess flowers.

You're going to make them all look ridiculous.

Stay close fellows. We're next.

Well, Captain Rogers. Congratulations and thank you.

We're very grateful to you for saving us from those horrible privateers.

Not too loud, my Princess.

Around here they think I am a privateer. Thanks to you.

Me? Well, I hope I haven't caused you too much embarrassment.

- Are you angry? - On behalf of the...

- Theo! - What a body.

- From me to you. - Who's your charming little friend?

His name is Twiki.

Yes, and that thing hanging around his neck is Theo...

Ex-officio member of the Computer Council.

Your Majesty.

Would you care to join me in the next dance?

- The princess does not... - Does not mind to dance.

I don't think I'm too up on these latest dance steps.

Well, if you have a preference... It is my party.

Really. How about something old-fashioned, huh?

Sir, excuse me. Are you familiar with... rock? You know...

Try it, try it. Come on.

No, no, that's not it. Just let yourself go.

Let it go. Go with the music.

That's right. Yeah.

What are you doing?

It's called getting down. It's a little before your time, if it frightens you...

Nothing frightens me.

Yeah it's fine. Get down and boogie.

It's expressive.

It's disgusting!

- What happens if we bump together? - We automatically become man and wife.

Groovy. Get down.

You're quite a man, Captain Rogers.

I have the feeling the earth people believe your incredible story...

about being frozen for 500 years.

- Not on your life. They think I'm a spy. - One of mine?

- They're not sure. - You want to join us?

- Who do I gotta see to make my move? - Me.

Tell me, that building... Is it still the communications center?

That would be secret information.

Of course.

I will always be one of you, Dr. Huer.

Perhaps I will remain here... permanently.

We hope so.

Your Highness, some of ministers would like a few minutes.

- Later, Kane. - Business of the realm comes first!

Your father expects you to serve the best interests of the realm.

If you don't...

he has 29 other daughters that will!

It's been a pleasure, Captain Rogers, but I'm afraid our duties are cut out for us.

Later perhaps?

I depart aboard my private launch at midnight.

I'll be there.

Captain Rogers.

I wonder if this wouldn't be a good time to talk with you.

Princess Ardala left so abruptly...

and the party seems to be over.

You don't have any plans, do you?

- Well... - Good.

I have something I would like to say.

Well, I...

I thought you were a spy, Captain Rogers.

I was wrong.

Would you like to go some place?

I'm not up to that yet.

I have been out of it for quite a while...

500 years.

I've got to go easy on reentry.

It's alright.

Now listen to her, fella. She's making sense.

I've asked Captain Rogers to join us.

Lucky for you she called me on.

We're almost there.

Where are you going?

I know it's chilly, but we've got no choice.

Our orders are to stay close to Buck.

And he may need us, so back in the cooler.

Twiki, I'm speaking to you.

Ooh! Freezing my ball bearings off.

Captain Rogers is just not to be found.

What do you expect from a primitive?

We'll let you know if we hear anything.

You are a spy, Buck Rogers...

and I know exactly where you are.

Out!

They make better pets if you had them fixed.

Let's make ourselves comfortable. Pour us a drink.

At last we're alone.

Have you nothing to say?

Up until this moment I didn't know what it was I'd been missing.

Well, I have a confession as well.

There's somebody else back home.

I didn't realized what I was missing.

You're different.

You're arrogant.

You flagrantly disregard orders.

And you're the kind of man who could unseat my father.

Your father's seat is the furthest thing from my mind.

I brought you here for a reason.

I was counting on that.

I want you by my side.

That wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

Consider it.

You have no idea what it's like being the daughter of Draco the Conqueror.

29 sisters living at your heels.

Weasely little courtiers like Kane vying for power.

But with a man... a real man like yourself...

I could defy my father, I could live my own life.

Oh?

A magnificent new dynasty.

Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?

I'll take that drink now.

We have to be very careful.

- Do we? - Mm hm.

The timing is not good.

Things never change. This is the way it's always been.

Why couldn't I have met you sooner, Buck Rogers?

Well, we've got plenty of time, don't we?

All armament personnel report to flight bay to begin loading weaponry.

Look at them. Down there sleeping.

The fools will never know what happened.

I so relaxed. Would you turn off the lights?

If you're a spy, I'll have to kill you.

If that's an example of your best pillow-talk, I think I found your problem.

This is no good, Twiki.

There are soldiers everywhere...

and we don't even know where to begin to look for Captain Rogers.

Holy gee!

Let's see if we can find your jammies now.

The pirate ships. So that's how they were able to attack us.

It was their own people.

- Where's Tiger Man? - I don't know, sir.

Go away!

Did they wake you, my darling?

Did they wake you, my little baby prince?

Blast it!

Get it out! Get it out! Get it out! Execute him!

- No. Remove him for questioning. - You countermand my order?

Under the circumstances, yes.

Do as I say.

Take him.

You have a lot of explaining to do.

I have some explaining to do?

Well, it's not Gucci, but what the hell!

I don't want to get caught either.

But something is very wrong and we've got to find out what it is.

I hope you know this violates my warranty.

You have quite obviously been... preoccupied.

I will deal with you for your insolence later.

Give the order to attack at once.

We cannot attack without your father's forces to support us.

Kane, you're spineless!

We do not need my father. We have the element of surprise.

We can wipe out the Inner City. We can destroy the defense shield.

By the time my father's forces arrive...

we'll be sitting on the throne of the Earth.

At least I will, since you obviously don't have the nerve.

Alright, we will attack.

A wise decision, Kane.

Meanwhile, Captain Rogers is loose somewhere on this ship.

Find him.

Alert! Alert!

Outside intruder aboard ship.

Alert! Alert! Alert!

It's Buck.

I see him. He's wearing the uniform of the enemy.

Well, this will warm your tail.

Those are warships out there. That means the treaty is a hoax.

But we can do one last service for our country.

We can deal with Captain Rogers.

Six minutes to attack and counting.

Five minutes to attack and counting.

- Don't move, Captain Rogers. - Theo, Twiki, what are you doing here?

This isn't going to be pleasant for anyone.

Will you guy get out of here? I got work to do.

- We can see that, you traitor. - Can't you see what's happening?

I'd say someone is about to bomb Earth.

Do you recognize these ships?

No, but I don't see how that's very important...

They're pirate ships.

Why would there be pirate ships aboard the Draconian flagship?

I'm sorry. You'll have to do better than that. Now come with us.

- 4 minutes to attack and counting. - No.

Look! You half baked load of electronic gibberish,

I don't expect you to know everything...

but have you ever heard of loading bombs into the tail pipe of a rocket ship?

You be quiet, Twiki. I'm getting confused.

Maybe I can help unconfuse you.

There are no pirate ships. There never were.

They are Draconian bombers disguised as marauders.

They've been harassing your shipping lanes

in order to force you into a treaty with Draconia.

Of course! It's ingenious, if true.

Three minutes to attack and counting.

You got about 10 seconds to make up your mind who you believe in. Me or Kane.

- Some choice. - And what about yourself?

Don't your circuits tell you, I'm on the level?

Yes.

Alright, unless you want to consider yourself somebody's spare parts,

why don't you go along with your initial instincts.

Alright. But only on the condition you help us get to a communicator...

so we can warn Inner City.

Well, you have to do that on your own.

On the chance that if you don't make it,

I got to make sure none of these ships are ready to launch.

Commander Kane. I found a guard unconscious in Bay 3.

- 2 minutes to attack and counting. - Find somewhere to hide, Theo.

They found the guard I knocked out. Now get out of here.

Alright. Alright. We'll do our part. Good luck, Buck.

Take me over to the console, Twiki.

Now, grab the middle panel.

- Ninety seconds to attack and counting. - Drop it.

Grab the circuits and pull them.

80 seconds to attack and counting.

70 seconds to attack and counting.

Put it close to the microphone.

60 seconds to attack and counting.

Earth Directorate, emergency channel.

Come in, please.

Colonel Deering online.

This is Dr. Theopolis.

Yes doctor. Where are you?

How did you get on this emergency channel?

I'm on board the flagship Draconia.

I followed Captain Rogers as ordered. Now please listen.

The Draconia is not... repeat, not an unarmed vessel.

She is filled with bombers preparing to launch...

a full-scale military attack against the Inner City.

But how? Where did they come from? Their landing bay was empty.

Scramble your fighter squadrons now! At once!

Thank you Doctor. Good luck.

Dr. Huer, permission to scramble fighters.

20 seconds to attack and counting.

Battle stations.

Fighters! Prepare to launch!

- 10 seconds to attack and counting. - Standby to attack.

Eight, seven, six...

five seconds to launch.

Four, three...

two, one.

Attack!

What is it? What's going on?

- Our ships. They simply exploded. - That's impossible!

This is Earth Directorate.

Attack bombers as they launch. We'll attack the main ship.

There are no bombers to attack. They're exploding as they emerge.

That doesn't makes any sense.

Get our warships out there!

Prepare to intercept. Do not, I repeat, do not use combat computers.

Disengaging.

Draconia on your wing. Bank right! I'll get him!

We got two coming up from below. I'll jump the one on the top.

I've got the other one.

Take that and that!

Oh, shit!

Alright! I'm going to hold you responsible for any damage done to this bay.

I'm really sorry it had to come to this.

Bottoms up!

Prepare to transmit Person-Image of King Draco.

What, in the name of the realm, is going on?

You are attacking while my ships are still hours away?

I'm... just following orders.

And just whose orders were you following?

Your daughter, sir.

And did she order our ships to disintegrate as they enter battle?

If either of you survive this greatest debacle our realm has known...

You will answer to me!

All squadron, disengage from fighting warships,

and prepare to finish off the mother-craft.

Emergency!

Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

This was your doing, your Highness.

I oughta leave you here to burn up with the ship...

But I want you alive to answer to your father.

I have an emergency escape shuttle, ready to leave now.

It'll take us far enough away to reach your father's ship.

Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

Emergency!

Emergency! Emergency!

The ship is ready to blow.

Withdraw all ships from the impact area. Theo, I'm coming in to get you and Twiki.

- Forget us. Save Buck. - Buck?

Wilma, he single-handedly destroyed their entire fleet of warships.

- He sent us to warn you. - Meet me there on the flight deck.

I'm going to find Buck.

Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

Theo, Twiki, over here!

It's good to see you again, Buck.

Yeah, well cut out the formality. This magazine's about to blow.

Help is on the way.

- What do you mean help? - Wilma is coming in to get us.

What? She can't land here. She'll be killed.

Emergency! Emergency!

- It's time to go. - This way, Buck. Through the smoke.

Taxi cab! Taxi!

Let's get out of here. That magazine's about to blow.

I'm with you. Get in!

Very nice.

Thank you. But we're not in the clear yet.

We would be rulers of Earth now...

if you hadn't let Buck Rogers on board!

He wouldn't have been necessary if you were more of a man.

We owe you a great deal more than apology, Buck. Especially me.

I confess, I thought the princess had you beguiled.

Well, I will say she had the nicest set of... horns at the ball.

Yes, it was an attractive hat.

You'll never be the man Buck Rogers is.

We'll see when we meet Mr. Rogers again.

And we will.

I hope so.

Buck...

I know I've been aloof towards you... cold.

I was frightened, afraid to get involved.

Things are going to be different now between us.

I'm not all business.

I am every bit the woman that the princess was.

That's nice.

And, from this moment on, I'm going to prove it to you.

What?

Well, I guess that's the last we'll see of Kane...

and the princess.

Wakey!

Eyes forward.

We'll get star sick.

Buck! You're my kind of guy.