[ Metal clanking ]
Ben: How did you fit all this
stuff in here?
Max: Gradually.
I haven't done spring cleaning
in the rustbucket since I got
her.
Kevin: Except for when I blew
it up -- Which I probably
shouldn't mention.
Max: Just help carry the
boxes outside and stack them
up.
Ben: [ Grunting ]
Heavy!
[ Thud ]
Gwen: Not if you take them
one at a time.
Ben: I got a better idea.
[ Beep ]
Fourarms: Fourarms!
Max and Gwen: Ben!
Max: You're too big to be in
here.
Fourarms: No, I'm no--
[ Glass shatters ]
Max: Ben!
Fourarms: Sorry! Sorry!
I'm going!
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Light thud ]
[ Growls ]
Unh!
Thanks a lot, Kevin!
Kevin: Anytime.
[ Beep ]
Gwen: Look what I found.
Max: Oh, that shouldn't be in
there.
Gwen: Can I keep it?
Max: I'd let you have
anything, sweetheart, but that
bracelet has a lot of meaning to
me.
Kevin: It matches his
handbag.
>> Gwen: Why do you have a
woman's bracelet?
Max: It's not exactly
jewelry, Gwen.
It belonged to your grandmother.
Long story.
[ Sighs ]
I was about Kevin's age -- A
rookie with the tactical air
command.
Tac 3, tac 3!
Tennyson! Do you copy?
Max: I think I see something.
[ Rapid beeping ]
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Max: [ Grunts ]
[ Grunting ]
You're not going anywhere!
[ Rapid beeping ]
All right -- Plan "B".
Yeah! Down you go!
[ Alarm beeping ]
Huh?
Oh, nuts!
[ Beeping continues ]
You think the laws of physics
don't apply to you, Tennyson?
F-104s are rated for mach 2.
You were pushing mach 3.
You know what happens when an
f-104 goes that fast?!
It falls apart!
>> Max: Sir, if you'd give me a
chance to exp--
>> No! No more chances!
No more excuses!
You are through!
I am kicking your butt off this
base and out of the air force!
>> Excuse me, colonel.
I'll take it from here.
You say there was a UFO,
which the other pilots never
saw, which didn't show up on
radar, which you then chased and
shot down.
And you're sticking with that?
>> Max: Yes, sir -- Because it's
the truth.
>> Son, do you know why
president Kennedy wants to send
us to the moon?
>> Max: Because of the Russians.
>> No.
Because of the kind of thing you
saw today.
I don't know what you tangled
with, but I do know it was real.
Of course, officially, we deny
everything.
>> Max: Then why tell me?
>> Hmm.
Quite a record you've got
here -- Top scores academically,
you aced our elite combat
training course.
You're maybe the finest young
pilot in the air force overall.
>> Max: Yeah?
>> On the other hand, you've
been cited repeatedly for
insubordination.
>> Max: Only when my commanding
officers were wrong.
Sir.
>> You've been reprimanded for
participating in a dozen or
more brawls, and your personal
ethics are best described as
"situational."
>> Max: My orders are to get the
job done, sir.
That's what I do.
>> In short, you're smart,
tough, skilled, and stubborn.
You know what that sounds like
to me?
>> Max: Grounds for a
dishonorable discharge, sir?
>> It sounds like an astronaut,
son.
>> Max: Sir?
>> The world is changing.
Aliens are visiting our planet
at will, doing we don't know
what.
The president wants us to be
prepared -- To be able to defend
ourselves if necessary, meet
these "visitors" on a level
playing field.
So, what do you say?
Do you want to go to the moon?
>> Max: Yes, sir!
>> Then you are hereby
transferred to Langley field in
Virginia.
Enjoy the weekend, airman,
because starting Monday, you
are an astronaut in training.
>> Max: Whoo-hoo!
[ Engine revs ]
[ Music plays on jukebox ]
How's your chili?
>> Pretty bad.
>> Max: That's my favorite kind.
I'll take a double order.
>> Why the long face, flyboy?
>> Max: I got some good news
today.
>> [ Laughs ]
And you were hoping to do a
little celebrating tonight, huh?
>> Max: Yeah, I guess.
The pickins are looking pretty
slim in here.
>> I'm gonna try not to take
that personally.
>> Max: Hello.
Present company excepted, of
course.
>> Of course.
>> I'll let you two get
acquainted.
>> Max: I'm Max.
>> Verdona.
>> Max: Unusual name.
I'm gonna take a flier and guess
that you're not from around
here.
>> How very perceptive.
Do you have any other talents?
>> Max: Sure.
Only, they're classified.
>> I'm good at keeping secrets.
>> Max: All right.
I'm...Going into space.
>> You don't say.
>> Max: Yep. I'm an astronaut.
I'm gonna be the first man on
the moon.
>> Sounds lonely.
>> Max: Well, I'd invite you
along, but the capsule will be
kind of cramped.
>> No problem. I'm small.
>> Max: Is that so?
>> We need to go -- Now!
>> Max: [ Chuckling ] Well, you
don't waste any time.
>> You don't understand.
You're the one I've been trying
to find.
>> Max: Then I guess we both got
lucky.
No!
Max: Leave the lady be, or we
got ourselves a prob--
Unh!
Sheriff, it's Florence.
Come quick.
Max: I said, "leave her
alone"!
Aah!
Unh!
[ Grunts ]
[ Panting ]
Sorry I had to hit you so hard,
buddy, but you were out of...
Line?
[ Crackling ]
We have to get out of here!
Max: It's okay.
I can take him.
No, you can't!
We have to run!
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Siren wails ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Wailing stops ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Whoa, there, mister!
Stop right --
Huh?!
Unh!
[ Rapid beeping ]
Max: What was that thing?
Why is it chasing you?
What in Sam hill is going on?!
That's all rather difficult
to explain.
Max: Then I'll try an easy
one -- Who are you?
My name is Verdona.
That's all I can tell you for
now.
[ Tires screech ]
Max: I'm done with
"twenty questions."
Now, we can sit here till your
boyfriend catches up, or you can
come clean!
Fine.
What you said before was
correct.
I'm not "from around here."
I'm from another planet, and the
man chasing me isn't a man at
all.
He's actually from a race of
sentient robots called
Synthroids.
Max: Oh.
Well, why didn't you say so?
[ Siren wailing ]
It's coming!
[ Engine revs ]
>> Max: And this is us going.
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Rapid beeping ]
Hey! Watch the paint job!
[ Tires screech ]
My ride!
All right, that's how you want
to play it.
[ Tires screech ]
He had it coming.
I built this car practically by
hand.
[ Wailing continues ]
>> Don't you have to stop?
>> Max: That's one way to
handle it.
[ Engine revs ]
[ Tires screech ]
That'll slow him down.
>> Not for long.
[ Tires squeal ]
>> Max: Joint's been stripped
clean -- No gas, no tools, no
food.
Anything else I should know
about you?
>> Well, I also have certain --
How shall I put this? --
Abilities.
>> Max: So why don't you use
them?
>> I can't.
The Synthroid put this on my
arm.
It locked me in this form and
neutralizes most of my powers.
>> Max: Most?
>> I can still use telepathy.
>> Max: Then you can tell when
that robot's getting close.
>> Telepathy only works with
living beings.
The Synthroid is a machine.
But I did read your mind.
Max: In the diner?
It wouldn't take superpowers to
tell what I was thinking, doll.
Not then -- When you were
chasing us in your fighter jet.
Max: You were in the UFO
A captive.
Then you shot it down, and I
escaped.
But I knew that I had to find
you.
Max: So, you just like me
for my mind?
Don't you understand?
You're the only one who can help
me.
Max: Hold that thought.
[ Engine idling ]
This thing's probably some kind
of tracking device.
What do we do?
Max: If we want to make sure
tin man can't follow us, we need
to get it off your arm.
And I think I know how.
What is this place?
Max: They smelt copper here.
I flew over it all the time on
practice runs.
Now stay real still.
[ Loud clanking ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Cut it off! Hurry!
Max: [ Grunting ]
Whatever it's made of, it's
stronger than these metal
shears.
But made the Synthroid isn't as
tough.
Do you trust me?
I need you to do something for
me.
Are you hurt?
Max: [ Strained ] Yeah --
My knee.
Wasn't expecting to fall that
hard.
I know the feeling.
[ Liquid bubbling ]
Both: Unh!
Max: [ Groans ]
[ Engine revs ]
Max: I'm coming for you,
doll.
I just got to figure out where
that ship crashed.
Come on, Tennyson.
Use your head.
My head.
She said our minds are linked.
Hey! Tin man!
[ Grunts ]
[ Rapid beeping ]
Unh!
Why are you doing this?
What do you want with her?!
[ Robotic voice ] The female
is an Anodite.
Max: An Ano-what?
I'm an energy being.
The Synthroids are going to use
me like a battery.
I can power their world for
years -- Until they drain me
dry.
What is one life compared to
the survival of my species?
>> Max: The way I see it, any
life's precious.
But you wouldn't understand
that, 'cause you're not really
alive, are you?
Anyway, you can't have her!
Unh!
>> But I will have her.
And you will be destroyed, just
like the organic ones who built
us.
This is Magister Labrid of
the plumbers.
Release the Anodite and the
human and surrender immediately.
Max: Too bad, tin man.
Looks like the cavalry's here.
Unh!
Put your hands where I can
see them.
As you wish.
Unh!
Let me go!
[ Weapon cocks ]
That weapon is not powerful
enough to harm me.
Max: I wouldn't think of
shooting you, tin man.
But your power sphere...
We got to stop meeting like
this.
[ Rumbling ]
[ All shout ]
I'm free!
Max: And...This is what you
really look like?
Does my true form displease
you?
Max: No.
On you, that's a good look.
And now that you've seen me
as I am, I have a request.
Max: Ask away.
Come into space.
Come with me.
Max: That's the second-best
offer I've had all day, but I
can't.
Why?
I know you have feelings for me.
Max: I do.
But I've got plans.
I'm going to be the first man on
the moon.
Why settle for the moon when
I can give you the stars?
>> Max: You can't give me what I
want.
I have to take it.
It wouldn't be the same if I
didn't do it myself.
Do you understand?
You are a stubborn man,
Max Tennyson.
Max: I always say "it's a sin
to waste natural talent."
I won't argue, because I know
I can't convince you.
But I promise -- We will meet
again.
Max: I'm counting on it.
The following Monday, I went
into the astronaut-training
program.
Gwen: But you never got to go
to the moon.
Max: Not the way I wanted to,
but I suppose I can't complain.
Magister Labrid came back and
recruited me to the plumbers.
Ben: And grandma came back,
too, right?
I mean, you had to meet her
again.
Max: Ah, that's a story for
another time.
Kevin: [ Snoring ]
Max: We wouldn't want to wake
Kevin, now, right?
Kevin: [ Gasps ]
W-what'd I -- What'd I miss?
Gwen: Come on, Kevin.
We're calling it a night.
Max: I'll be there in a
minute.
Good night, Verdona...
Wherever you are.
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