Kate.
Look over here.
Incredible.
It oughta be.
Sure cost the taxpayers enough.
Kate.
There's someone else with us.
Identify yourself.
What is your type and model?
- A mystery monster.
- Don't move.
Charlie, do you read me?
Charlie Pizer. Come in, Charlie.
This is the story
to end all stories, Harry.
A ship of robots and computers
with this thing in charge?
Not quite, Dr Durant.
Maximilian and my robots only run
this ship the way I wish it run.
How do you know my name?
You were monitored ever since
our sensors first detected you.
Now, now, Maximilian.
Calm down.
Don't pick on small people.
Such a nice little robot.
He's harmless.
Miss McCrae,
you might come closer.
Welcome aboard the Cygnus.
Hans Reinhardt.
It can't be.
You always did have a flair
for theatrical entrances, Doctor.
Dr Reinhardt.
My father, where is he?
My dear child,
I'm sorry to dash your hopes...
but your father's
not with us any more.
He's dead.
A man to be proud of.
A grave personal loss to me.
He was a trusted and loyal friend.
And you are his daughter.
Yes. The same eyes.
The same eyes.
And the rest of the crew?
- They didn't make it back?
- They did not.
Pity, for such a good crew.
What happened when your mission
was recalled, Doctor?
Is this going to be
an interview, Mr Booth?
I haven't had that for a long time,
but if you want to...
I will answer.
Now, don't be frightened.
Nobody's going to harm you.
The Cygnus encountered
a field of meteorites...
and was disabled...
our main and auxiliary
communication systems smashed.
We were adrift.
I told the crew to abandon ship...
to return home as ordered.
Perhaps it was another of what you term
my "theatrical gestures," Mr Booth...
but I chose to remain aboard.
Your dear father
chose to remain with me.
We never knew
what happened to the others.
You've lived out here
for 20 years? Alone?
Twenty years?
Twenty Earth years, but...
I didn't live exactly alone.
I've created companions
of a sort.
They look a bit medieval...
but I'm a romantic.
Ah, Mr Pizer!
Come in. Join us.
Thank you.
Have you met the goon squad?
"Goon squad." Nice.
I'm Hans Reinhardt.
Forgive this little incident, but you
were disarmed for your own safety.
Dismissed.
My robots are programmed to react
against any act of aggression.
I assure you, none was intended.
I am glad to hear that. Please.
Consider yourselves my guests.
We won't impose
on your hospitality, Doctor.
Just long enough
to repair our ship.
And then we can offer you the means
of returning to Earth, Doctor.
What makes you think
I want to return?
The Cygnus is in danger
of being destroyed here.
Yes! Your captain
was worried about that too.
One step too far...
and we are done.
But there's no cause for alarm.
We developed antigravity forces
to maintain our position.
It's what you might call
a Mexican stand-off.
If you were monitoring us,
you must have picked up our signals.
- That's right.
- You failed to reply.
Did I have to reply?
Charlie, Charlie.
Slight communications problem.
Maximilian will take you to requisition
whatever you need to repair your ship.
In the meantime, you and Dr McCrae
will get enough information...
to make your mission
of historic importance.
- Back off, Vincent.
- Not until he does.
When you're nose to nose
with a trash compactor, you cool it.
Now, what does that remind me of?
Oh, yes. David and Goliath.
A classic confrontation.
Only this time,
David is overmatched.
Call him off, Reinhardt.
I said call him off!
On my ship, you ask, Captain.
Indeed.
Please, call him off, Doctor.
Maximilian?
Remember, these are our guests.
Now, let him in.
Show that you've good manners.
That's a good robot.
Communication problems aside, he took
an awful long time to show any lights.
- Be careful.
- I know.
Those other robots aren't any friendlier
than Dr Frankenstein's monster.
The bigger they are,
the