I am Vorchak the Repressor, the Thane of Cawdor.
[Imitating Sword Clanking] [Speaking Spanish]
Space deputy, what brook you these improvisations during my sword fight?
Why don't I reorient your intergalactic desirability?
There ya go: Pete and "re-Pete."
Bye, girls.
Hey, uh, Trudy, keep an eye on the big dipper from outer space, will ya?
He's after another shopper. [Trudy] This is your idea, Stan.
My idea? [Chuckles] Oh-ho, no, no.
This is the lieutenant's idea. My idea was a one-way trip to Atlantis.
Ahh! Hey! [Screams]
Look, Castillo knows...
that every time we get into a uh, stakeout with these two guys, it ends in a crime wave.
[Imitating Gunfire]
- Noogie! - Yo, man, this goes with the outfit.
This is Captain Jumbo. Beam me up, Scotty.
[Noogie Muttering] There's got to be some churros walkin'by.
Okay, Trudy. Here comes our guy.
I've got two. Which one you make?
[Switek] Okay. Number one guy is our porno dealer.
You keep an eye on number two.
[Noogie, Moreno Grunting]
[Noogie Groans] [Moreno Shouts In Spanish]
[Noogie] You challenge Captain Dumbo?
Here approaches the subject of our watch.
He thinks he's a critic.
[Gasping, Panting]
- He's crazy. - [Panting]
He has green and blue eyes. A lizard white man. Easy!
- Yield! - [Noogie Chattering]
[Noogie] Stop the bad boy!
- [Imitating Laser Blasts] - Oh, no! No!
- Back, back! - [Woman Screaming]
Oh my God. Stan!
Great. I gotta wear this thing back to the office?
Course, the autopsy'll tell us for certain, but I'd list probable cause of death as heart attack.
Heart attack? Doc, the man's neck was cut.
Yeah, there was a lot of blood. That can be deceptive.
I've been fooled before. No, no, no.
I saw his artery pumping. No.
See? No?
Superficial lacerations.
I know what I saw. This guy had a gash across his neck,
and when they cleaned him up at the morgue, it was a scratch.
You remember how that guy was bleeding?
I was with those guys, emptying out their pockets.
Not a very thorough job, Stan.
Yeah, the guy with the dirty books in the bag,
then Akers shows up out of the blue and freaks!
It's the fourth setup in a row to come apart on me.
Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts The whole world is at sixes and sevens.
Yo, man, get to the part about the money.
The Noogman's got plans for the evenin',
and he needs his cash money dollar bill.
Well, uh— I talk business outside.
Let's go then, man. I'm tellin' ya, he ain't gonna pay.
You gonna pay me, man, and I mean every cent.
We got a credit card from First Miami, issued to Lonnie Akers. [Commotion Continues]
Photo of a houseboat called the Saprophyte. No commercial mooring, though.
I'll get the Panthers, I'll get my mama, I'll get my sister, I'll get my brother—
- Who do you think you're playin' with, man? - No I.D. No personal papers.
No phone numbers. Nothing that connects this Lonnie Akers to any other human being except this.
Look, look, look, look, look, look, look— Ow, wow. Yo, man.
- This just got interesting. - Must be a thousand bucks.
No. Wait.
See, I told you, you can't trust white people, man.
We shoulda got the money up front. How you gonna trust— Didn't you see the Bay of Pigs?
A thousand bucks and two dozen one-pound, 12-ounce peanut butter jars in his shopping bag.
- Creamy— - [Together] Or crunchy?
- [Giggling] - You know, guys, I don't care if you don't believe me.
I know when someone's cut and when they're not. Okay?
So thank you. [Laughs]
[Sighs]
[Softly] There's somethin' strange about this.
Ugh! Peanut butter.
What?
- [Cuckooing] - [Chuckling]
[Wind Howling]
[Creaking]
- Lou De Long. - Oww I feel good
I knew that I would now
I feel good
I knew that I would now
So good, so good I got you
Oww
[Sighs] She claims to be Akers's wife.
She wants to talk to the cop that was with him when he died.
Does she know where Trudy is? Mm-mmm.
She hasn't phoned in yet, huh?
I called her apartment, but there was no answer. Well, then she's sick.
Probably at the doctor's. She'll call in before noon.
Hello.
- I'm Sonny Crockett. - You're the officer who was with Lonnie when he died?
No, ma'am. Uh, she's out sick this morning.
- I'm sorry about your husband. - Thank you.
But we've—we've been apart for two years, since the night they took us.
Somebody took you? In Nevada.
Near Elko, two years ago. L-I reported it.
Well, look. I know what you're thinking.
But I can't change what happened, now can I?
Lonnie never came back.
[Sighs, Clears Throat] So your husband has been missing for two years.
When I woke up afterward,
12 hours were missing.
I was on the ground near the car.
And there was this patch,
where the hair had been shaved away in a little circle.
And in the middle was a scab—
[Sobbing] Like they'd done something to me.
But yesterday—yesterday I got word from Astrolife that Lonnie'd been found.
We keep in touch about the missing ones, and I came straight to Miami.
[Clears Throat]
You don't believe me, do you?
Why don't we start with the body, Mrs. Akers?
Get a positive I.D.
I don't know about any military records or school.
Lonnie didn't even have a job when they took him.
Mrs. Akers, just say if you can identify these remains, please.
[Gasps] I'm sorry.
- What? L-I don't understand. - Me either.
TrudyJoplin, one of their detectives, signed for two attendants from Biscayne Mortuary.
[Sighs] No postmortem, no release.
Did she have a D-990? Sure. She had to, or l—
I'm not certain. You're not certain?
We're not talking about a library book here. You gave her a body.
Worse. A body before autopsy.
Just go find the damn thing, will ya? Right.
She's not back yet?
No.
Trudy hasn't had any sick days in... ever.
Do you think an old case came back on her?
She's not working on any cases on her own, is she?
Phony funeral homes, maybe.
Sonny says she listed "Biscayne Mortuaries" on the morgue report,
but there's no such animal for six counties.
Hey! I, uh, checked the address she used.
- It's a Dairy Queen. - Did you check the freezer for Lonnie Akers?
[Laughing] The bank only had a P.O. Box on him.
He wasn't in there either. Gotta be somewhere.
He's not in the back seat of Trudy's car.
Ya know, this whole thing sounds hinky.
Akers deposits ten grand in cash every month in his First Miami account.
Then every month he spends it all.
Hey, you guys showed up on the Star Chaser bulletin board last night.
[Switek] Star what? This computer bulletin board I belong to.
We talk back and forth, kinda like an electronic bull session.
[Clears Throat] Fascinating technology—
Carson, shouldn't you be getting back to Central Files? They might miss you.
Yeah, maybe I should.
Hold it up, Carson.
You said we showed up? Well, only Trudy did.
See, this bulletin board is for people that study... ufology.
Ufology? Yeah. U.F.O. 's, close encounters, alien abductions.
See, I check it on and off.
Last night it was buzzing about how Trudy found this guy Akers, from the famous Elko abductions.
[Tubbs] Wh-What's an "Elko abduction"? See, these two couples—
Oh! I feel good
[Vocalizing] Hi, guys. Go about what you're doing.
[Vocalizing]
I feel good [Grunts]
I need one little thing, this— Anybody got a light?
Thanks.
I feel good [Vocalizing]
There, that's done.
Mm-mmm, mm—
Is my slip showing, or what? [Humming]
I never went back to the morgue. Now how could I sign for a body?
Is this yourJohn Hancock, Trudy? Look, I was at a disco last night with Lou.
Be more specific. Lou De Long.
Lou De Long? Rhythm and blues guys from the '60s?
Since when do you know him? I met him last night.
At the disco? At the houseboat.
The dead guy's houseboat? What was Lou doin' there? [Sighs]
Singing "I Feel Good." [Castillo] What were you doing there?
L— I saw Akers's throat cut.
I don't believe in spontaneous healing, and I was curious.
So, I thought I'd check out the houseboat,
and I recognized where it was tied from the photo in his wallet.
The photograph you just burned. Why?
[Grunts]
Trudy, do you remember the name of the disco?
No. Now, you're a detective, a trained observer.
You have an eye for detail, but I bet you can't tell me the name of the disco,
where it was located, how it was decorated,
or what you had to drink. I remember it happening.
[Gasps] The other parts are like, you know, parts of a dream,
and they get lost when you wake up? This is classic.
Classic memory displacement. Did anybody here ever read the von Däniken study?
[Trudy] Maybe I was drugged. Get this guy outta here.
Oh, you weren't drugged, but you're not the first this has happened to.
I think you just had a close encounter of the third kind.
All righty, beanbag. Come on. Let's go.
Don't you got some other stuff to work on back at Metro-Dade?
With all due respect— Come on.
For those that are due respect, I've been studyin' unexplained phenomena since I was five years old.
I know I know more than anyone in this room, and I know where to find Lou De Long.
Yeah, right. Sure you do. All right. Let's go.
I know where Lou— Aah!
Get Crockett and check that out.
Take her to the Metro infirmary. Have her checked out. [Door Opens, Closes]
Take her home. Stay with her until she starts making sense.
[Man] After a few hours aboard the spacecraft, well, we felt right at home.
[Woman] Honestly, it was the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life.
I think it saved our marriage.
What lucky, lucky, people you are to be among the chosen.
Where do we sign up?
Thank you for sharin' this with all of us. [Applause]
Need I remind you, friends,
about the total purpose of Astrolife: To share,
to gain insight and understanding,
to know the total truth about the central mystery...
that everyone in this room...
has experienced at one time.
Who are they?
Why are they here?
- And what are they plannin' for us? - [Applause]
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
[Whispering] Does the word "undercover" mean anything to you?
Now, friends, Astrolife...
is a peaceful coexistence among the planets.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
After the light show, Travis'll be handin'out envelopes for your donations.
We accept all major credit cards.
Again, I'd like to say thank you for comin' out.
[Applauding]
Mr. De Long, please. I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed this afternoon.
Astrolife has made such a great difference in my existence.
And your new book? It's great.
I'll be glad to autograph it immediately after the light show.
Thank you.
Hey, Lou. Lou, my man. Hey.
I'm Rico Cooper. This is my first time being here.
I am impressed. Hey.
This is my partner, Sonny Burnett. How ya feelin', Sonny?
Nice to meet you. You know, we have a mutual friend. TrudyJoplin.
She told us to look ya up. TrudyJoplin?
I don't know no TrudyJoplin, man. There are a lot of friends I have of female persuasion.
Um, you mean to tell me you didn't take TrudyJoplin with you to a club last night?
[Chuckles] Sad to say, man,
but I spent my night in the arms of a... easy chair.
[Laughs] Couch potato. Yeah, I understand.
Excuse me. Yeah, sure.
[Chuckles]
Do you want to make a donation to the cause?
I gave at the office.
Hey Lou, man. You got a real nice scam goin' on. Scam?
Yeah, scam. We'd hate to screw it up for ya, so tell us about TrudyJoplin.
You just don't understand unless you been through it. Been through it?
You mean, you took a ride?
I been a lot of places— rock star, revivalist—
and now, I can't say exactly what did happen.
But personally, I thought it was more like being raped.
And l-I just don't— I don't recommend it.
Lonnie Akers was an Astrolife charter member.
[Chuckles] You never know unless you ask.
Uh, Lou, come on.
You're gonna go meet someone again for the first time.
I got you, whoa
I feel nice
Sugar and spice
I feel nice
Sugar and spice [Knocking]
So nice, so nice
I got you
When I hold you in my arms But you're old.
Well, they work on my photos a little bit, but after all, don't everyone?
[Continues, Indistinct]
No. Last night you were him.
We went to a club. You sat at the piano.
You sang "I Feel Good"just for me.
We came back to my apartment—
Look, I've had this album since I was 13. You signed—
So nice, so nice
I got you I'm sorry.
- You kissed me in this room. - [Sighs]
I know that I can't do no wrong
- Why would you lie about such a thing? - Hey, Trudy, back up.
Maybe somebody spiked your O.J. Early yesterday morning or something.
Oh, you're right. Maybe I'm nuts.
Trudy, I believe you saw me last night,
but they take your memories and they use them.
Lou, come on. We've seen enough. Let's go. [Chuckles]
Well, I told you. You can't understand it unless you been through it too.
Trudy, take a look at me.
Think of me the same as last night...
on the houseboat.
So good, so good 'Cause I got you
[Wind Howling]
Two men with "weird eyes" and "purple auras."
That's all she can remember right now. Peanut butter on their breath, I'll bet.
I want the works on that place and the guy who runs it. Travis?
Yeah, he looked like the head con to me.
Roger Travis hired De Long last year and made him full partner.
Sir, I went and got the annual report during my lunch hour.
S-Sir. Excuse me.
Beside the R & B singers and the weird eyes, Trudy's a blank?
Everything after the houseboat. Then start with the houseboat.
Uh, can't find it. The address is not on Trudy's report or the medical examiner's report.
A patrol car would have been dispatched to the address, notify next of kin. Try that.
Well, the uh, dispatcher on duty doesn't have the address on his log,
and the officers he thinks he sent on the call...
swear they were having coffee and doughnuts...
with Mamie Van Doren at the time.
- [Laughing] - I didn't make that up.
Lot of sloppy procedure to be coincidence. I don't buy it.
What's Trudy into?
Come on. Let's call that dispatcher.
[Phone Ringing]
Vice. Carson.
Is Carson here? Carson, pick up line three.
Hello? Yes, sir. Is that you, Carson?
Yes, sir. Well, if you're in the condition of the O.C.B. Yes, sir. Right away.
I understand. Bye. Do it now!
Hey, why don't you guys try Rona Akers?
Maybe she knows about her husband's houseboat.
His vision's very narrow. But also clear.
Try Rona Akers.
[Fluorescent Light Crackling]
[Chuckles] Motels always seem to know when I'm arriving.
[Crockett] The hell's that? [Rona] No. Aah! Stop!
Stop, now. That's her.
Showtime. [Engine Cranking]
Stop it. No, no. [Whimpering]
Freeze! Miami—
[Rumbling]
[Sighs] [Tubbs] A light.
It was moving northwest, and then down.
I don't know. Could've been an aircraft.
Yeah! Yeah, l-I'm a police officer.
No, never before.
[Engine Starts, Idles]
Thank you.
No sign of the door being forced, not a stick out of place.
So, maybe normally we'd assume that Rona Akers is down the street at a bar...
havin'a couple ofbeers with some old friends.
But nothing else is normal, so—
I'm listening.
The aliens sapped her free will and scooted her off to the mother ship.
Oh, that'll look good on the report.
Why? It's gotta be the houseboat.
Trudy found the houseboat, they nabbed her,
flapjacked her brain and shredded the dispatcher's log.
They didn't want Rona to lead us back.
Isn't it convenient how they were haulin' her away...
just as we showed up?
Maybe they heard Castillo.
And you know aliens, they can be invisible or a-a half a dimension off...
or disguised as a houseplant— Or a records specialist nosin' around.
That's it. [Sighs]
I'm on the bus, man. [Chuckles] It's crazy. I'm outta here.
Nope, nope, nope. I'm not gonna stand around...
and seriously discuss the possibility that Phil Carson is a moon lizard.
Rona's gone, and he knew we wanted her. How much do we know about Carson, huh?
Okay, but before I check him for a zipper up the back, I'm gonna to pull his jacket.
I'm owed a couple of favors in Personnel. And Rona?
Put out an A.P.B. On the car. What else can we do?
Find out where that thing went down.
It's tied in, Sonny. It didn'tjust fly over when it did by chance.
I am not gonna go look for little green men with you. Suppose we find some?
Well, then you can introduce me. But stick to the facts.
Were the ones we saw green? Nay, nay, I say.
[Rhythm & Blues]
[Sighs, Groans]
[Switch Clicks] [Music Continues]
[Clicking]
[Stops]
[Whistling "I Feel Good"]
[Continues]
Hi. Thanks.
Thanks. Guess you just saved that kid a hell of a tip for Christmas.
At least.
Girl, you gotta get some peace of mind,
or you'll be wasting the mailman and the trash collector too.
Trudy, Trudy, put that piece away, will ya?!
[Sighs, Shudders] Oh, God. Oh, boy.
[Sighs] It was the same song.
[Chuckles] Trudy,
you can hear that song on the oldies station at least five times a day.
Yeah, I know, but—
Okay, this may sound silly, right? But when I hear it, I get a real horror.
It's like real terror,
and then there's these shapes and images, and it's like I'm blocking them.
Well, if you had yourself as a witness,
how could you get past that block?
The usual. Confrontational therapy, free association—
Hypnosis.
Sun's hot, a beautiful day.
[Laughs]
[Trudy's Voice] I feel good [Vocalizing]
Like you know that I should, now
I feel good [Vocalizing]
So good I feel good
[Cuckooing] [Vocalizing]
Oww
[Vocalizing] There it is.
[Man] The houseboat? Yeah.
[Trudy] Oh God. It's them.
It's— It's them. [Sobbing]
Don't— [Man] They-They can't hurt you, Trudy.
You're safe. Come back now.
Now! Okay, you're safe.
Take deep breaths. [Gasping]
Where are you? Uh, Metro-Dade.
What frightened you? Shapes.
L-I can't describe them.
Have you been taking any uh, psychoactive drugs?
L.S.D., ecstasy, like that? No. I don't use that stuff.
Never have. Why?
Well, there were traces of...
oxygenated salts in your blood sample from yesterday.
It's nothing to worry about.
The same thing tends to trigger a reaction in standard drug tests.
So will a bad head cold.
Otherwise, you're in perfect health.
Trudy, you said you saw the houseboat?
I know where it's tied up. It's a little inlet on the bay called Hurricane Hole.
I'm gonna go check it out. You stay here and rest.
Huh! Like hell.
Okay, Swi, listen. If you get any more citizen's calls on the saucer, give me a scream.
Look, every time uh, Venus orJupiter...
or some other planet rises or sets, all the nuts get revved up.
Paper says, " 14 calls to Homestead Air Force Base—"
"...wild aerial maneuvers—"
"...shaped like a cigar and hovering over the Orange Bowl."
Now, listen. I got a night watchman in Hialeah, he said "north of west."
Pilot on approach to Miami International said north and west.
Look, we're close, but no cigar hovering over the Orange Bowl.
Tell Castillo I'm working on a search pattern for Akers's woman—
a large search pattern.
Uh, yeah, and Sonny's checkin' on Carson's background.
Why? Uh, listen. I'll tell you later, all right?
Good morning.
Good morning!
Are-Are you punchin' in or punchin' out? Out.
I'm headed for ham and grits as soon as I find the barn.
That's some uh—Well, you know— I'm down from J.L. In Boca.
There's been some crazy rumors flying about the night shift out here seeing... something.
I keep my eyes on the road.
- I'm off the clock, okay? - Well, no problem.
I just wanted to tuck a little extra in somebody's envelope for helpin' me straighten out things.
They said some more old fuel drums went up again down in pit 18.
Nothin'to worry about, as long as OSHA doesn't find out.
No crew this week.
- Name's Reynolds. - Uh, what are you listenin' to?
Beethoven. You oughta try Brahms.
[Footsteps Approaching]
Is there anyone home?
Gina, somebody's been here. They cleaned up the trash.
Trudy! On deck. Mrs. Akers.
She's dead. Cold.
A few hours, I guess.
And look. She's shaved.
Just like the patch we found on Akers's scalp.
I'd better go find a phone.
- What? - [Sighs]
- What? - Trudy, what's happening to you?
No! No, no! God, no!
[Engine Shuts Off]
- You sure get around, Lou. - Mr. Cooper, what's up?
That's a good question, a very good question.
I want to talk about what might be "up".
Unless you got some other idea.
I don't understand. That makes two of us, brother.
I'm a cop. I want some straight answers.
No more Martian Chronicles.
Bodies are missing, people you know are missing, strange lights in the sky—
That's what I been sayin'.
Active period, numerous encounters—very busy.
You packing? [Lou] A gun? No.
No good against them. Check it out.
[Door Closes]
[Sighing] [Tubbs] All right.
Let's talk about what might be happenin'... right here.
What's burned? [Sniffs]
Doesn't smell like diesel oil. It's not. It's theJacob's ring.
For the earthling present here, please?
Jacob's ring is a term used since the landin' in '54,
on Jacob's Ranch in New Mexico— generic.
Ship landed here.
If we had a counter, we could measure the alpha scatter— radioactivity.
Very little. Don't worry.
I've been near a few. No harm.
Yeah, so what are you doin' here? Did they drop you off on their way to Andromeda?
I wish. I'm here to meet our sponsors.
Travis sets them up every weekend in different places.
And who are your sponsors? Travis didn't tell me.
I really don't care, 'cause people like their privacy.
So what's in the envelope? [Paper Rustling]
Tapes, videos... of our sessions at Astrolife.
Sightings, telepathic contact— the works.
They pay us two grand a week. You're kiddin'.
Sounds like you got your thing together, my man. [Chuckles]
You know. I mean, uh, book royalties, rich friends.
[Laughs] Hey, look. I wanna say I'm sorry for the hassle.
[Tubbs] Enjoy yourself, hear? Thank you.
[Wind Whistling]
Take me to your leader.
[Man] Certainly, you can understand our predicament.
I'm sure an elite organized crime unit like yours has run into situations like this before.
No way, Wilcox.
Right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing...
will not work here.
If you got a track on the inside, you better put me on it, otherwise you're obstructing.
That's our job. What?
We have explicit orders to maintain the utmost security on this project.
I'm sure you understand, given the present global interest in disarmament,
that to have our most advanced systems become mere bargaining chips is impossible.
It's a government-wide concern.
There's got to be better places to test than Dade County. You're kidding.
All the drugs you've got dropping in here— We're just another blip on the screen.
We have used other sites.
Elko, Nevada?
So what does this man have to do with your operation, huh?
What is your interest in a bunch of fringe lunatics? [Laughing]
Mr. De Long's organization has proved an invaluable source of security feedback.
Uh, who saw what, when—
We get a better idea how to debunk the rumors.
Time-out, man. Classified flight tests...
do not explain the fact that people are missing.
Memories are evaporating,
and bodies are disappearing. All par for the course.
Whenever people hear the letters U.F.O.,
fantasy and speculation follow.
Nothing that you've told us can't be explained...
as accidents, coincidence, mere human frailty.
Oh, yes it can.
Akers goes on the street and has an accident.
That's when all the cover-up takes place.
You drug the people who know and see too much.
You steal Akers's body from the morgue,
so the autopsy won't raise any questions.
Then you tidy up every little thing, including Akers's wife.
Whatever you think, it isn't true.
You'd do better to leave anything you can't prove out of your report.
Phil, why'd you call me in here?
Trudy, there's some weird stuff on my computer bulletin board.
I needed a page printed, so I had to come down here. So what's that got to do with me?
I'm not sure, but didn't you say there was some kind of electronic gear on that houseboat?
Yeah. Ham radio stuff. Why?
Just might be a communications relay station.
They used something like that in the Elko, Nevada case.
So what do you mean? I mean, we gotta get there.
[Printer Whirring]
Sonny. What— Man, don't be sneakin'up on me like that.
Sorry, man. Couldn't get away from those flyboys until after dark.
Gina hung with Trudy until she conked out,
then slipped over to the morgue to make sure that Rona's body...
did not join the parade to nowhere.
Mm-hmm. Switek's gonna cover until she wakes for the post-op.
So, no little green men, huh? Only red, white and blue ones.
And don't scratch Carson off your dance card yet. Can you tie him in?
Ah, I didn't get anywhere with the jacket.
He's only been on the force for six months.
He goes to night school at Dade Community College.
- But he wasn't there tonight. - You're losin' me.
I paid a little after-hours visit over to the registrar's office.
Two years ago,
Carson did a half a semester for no credit at Northeast Nevada J.C.
Don't tell me. Beautiful little Elko.
You are quick. [Chuckling]
Hey, Switek. Sonny and I are back at O.C.B.
Tell me what's happenin'. Yeah. Trudy isn't here.
She left a note. Says, " Went to see Carson, Metro-Dade."
[Printer Whirring]
This computer's online to that Star Chaser bulletin board that Carson talked about.
Printing a lot of garbage, like map coordinates:
"Twenty-six degrees, 11 minutes, 40 seconds north latitude—"
Miami? Yeah. Vectors and currents...
and tides, for uh—
- For the Hurricane Hole. - That's where they found Akers's houseboat today.
I never gave it a thought. [Laughs]
They're always up there, you know? Even beyond the skies in the daytime. Millions of'em.
You sure you're all right, Trudy? I'm fine. Really.
What the hell are you doin' there? You better have some good answers or otherwise you're in a world of trouble.
They were startin' to tow when we got here and invited us along.
Get outta here. Go on.
Hurry up. Now, stay there.
Hey, you. Come here.
You got authorization to move this thing?
I have the papers right here. Released by the court to Astrolife.
Why you? It's our property.
Lonnie Akers gave it to us as a gift on the day he, uh, had his misfortune.
[Engine Revving]
Yeah, it's all yours, pal, but this guy and the girl upstairs are goin' with me.
- Hey, hey. - Take it easy, pal.
I'm just checking you for a zipper. Get up there.
[Electronic Squealing]
[Buzzing, Beeping] [Cuckooing]
[Engine Sputters]
[Engine Cranking]
[Ship's Horn Blasting]