you think Harting
will like it?
- Yes? Please.
- May I?
- I'm not bothering you?
- No, no, please have a seat.
Thank you.
We've both heard about
each other forever.
- And this is the first meeting.
- Let's get to know one another closer.
You are an astronaut.
I'm an astronaut.
Yes, I've read a lot about you.
Mr. Klark...
I have wanted to ask
you for a long time...
Ask.
How could you land on
a rocket at El Paso?
By my calculations you should
have passed El Paso
and have landed --
near Japan.
That's what it cost me.
I was howling from the pain
but I put on the brakes.
I put on the brakes just to land
at El Paso even if I crashed.
- Your mother?
- Yes. She is my guardian angel.
When my father died
and we lost everything...
I was a kid at that time, my mother
dedicated her whole life to me.
She made me what I am.
That was harder than
flying to the moon.
I repeat Mr. Verst, don't stop.
You will proceed quickly.
Mr. Harting,
as far as I understand--
You understand nothing!
The navigation station would receive
the order to recalculate everything.
We can not risk
wasting anymore time.
But we risk lives.
That is your duty.
No more arguments.
Mr. Harting.
Mr. Harting!
Mr. Klark, you know that
we are flying to Mars.
Between Earth and Mars
we've put in a radio connection.
And using this you can easily
control your course.
I don't understand you.
We are opponents in
groundbreaking competition.
And you are worried
that I don't lose?
We have a great task.
To open a path to other planets.
To increase our knowledge
of other worlds.
To make space serve
the people of Earth.
Isn't that wonderful?
If I tell Mr. Harting about that...
... he will send me away
to a mental hospital.
And if you tell Mr. Harting
that we are joining forces
in order to achieve our common aim.
He will also put you
into a mental hospital?
No, he would put me to jail.
This is just between us, Mr. Kornev.
A pity.
It's a pity that between us
is a barrier and not friendship, Mr. Klark.
- Understand, we must fly.
- I wish you luck.
- Yes.
- Mr. Kornev.
Goodnight.
- Well, fellow, we fly.
- What?
Yes, and quickly.
Harting yelled such that it
wasn't even necessary for the radio.
If we fly with the planets
in such a position...
... there might not be
enough fuel.
But if we will be second in this
competition, we won't be flying to Mars,
but to hell.
What's with you, Robert?
Forgotten how to take risks?
You want to teach how
to take risks again?
Get ready.
Mr. Somov, we are taking off.
Why so suddenly?
It's an order.
Wait a moment.
I must call ground control.
No time.
See you soon on Mars.
Immediately leave the takeoff platform,
we are taking off.
Faster, Robert!
Harting will give the order
to start, but we aren't ready.
But that guy should be
warned about danger.
Robert, God be with you.
Attention. Ignition.
Breaking news.
Sensation in space.
Typhoon has gone to Mars.
The stars are winking at our guys.
The Big Bear constellation is waving
with its paw to Verst and Klark.
Today poor.
Tomorrow a millionaire.
Buy land on Mars.
It's so, so cheap.
Only with the Space Syndicate.
The Space Syndicate.
Ten dollars an acre.
Ten dollars a acre. Buy land on Mars.
Ladies and gentlemen,
drink this space cocktail.
The firm guarantees
after the second glass
You can achieve the condition
of total weightlessness.
And you can produce only one sound:
Drink. Drink. Drink.
Two glasses and you're in space.
Every 30 minutes
we will repeat this transmission.
From our special correspondent
Herman Verst who is aboard
the ship travelling to Mars.
Listen to Herman Verst.
We've passed
the first million kilometres.
No one's disturbed the proud flight
of our rocket.
The sun is similar
to a red-headed girl.
Smiling and welcoming...
our victory in space.
So what do you say?
To risk for a sensation,
I don't understand it.
Listen.
We have to speak with Somov.