this today...
there ain't no tomorrow.
We have only 240 minutes remaining.
Right. I'm working under the assumption
that Penny still has the overthruster,
but this psycho Whorfin doesn't
know that. So that'll be my job.
To get her and it back in one piece.
Your objective is to 86 Whorfin.
You know your two strike groups.
Apache group, that's you, Reno.
Chaparral group, that's you, Perfect
Tommy. Parker'll ride with Chaparral.
It's my guess that no human being
has ever been inside the place.
So who knows what we're gonna find
there. Top priority is the overthruster.
Without it, Whorfin
can't get off this planet.
This homing device will probably
make it very easy to find.
And maybe a lot harder to get back.
Strategic Space Command now reports
all the surveillance satellite
communication jammed.
Jammed? By who? Who by?
Possible atmospheric conditions, sir.
Solar.
Solar?.
Intelligence confirms that Soviets
are having the same problem.
Should we be on Code Red?
We go to Code Red,
the Russians go to Code Red.
No sense going off halfcocked, Mr President.
I don't know, but Buckaroo Banzai
has never been wrong before.
The man's been through solid matter,
for crying out loud.
Who knows what happened to his brain.
Maybe it scrambled his molecules.
All I'm saying is,
Mr President, let's not panic.
What's happening?
Electromagnetic pulsar.
Russians just gone to
Defense Condition Two, sir.
We've no choice, then.
Mr President, I am a soldier,
and I'm a damn good one.
I've got enough decorations
to snap a Christmas tree.
All I'm trying to say is and I hope
I speak for everyone in this room...
is that I am scared.
I'm barely holding my fudge right now.
Stop acting like a goddamn schoolgirl,
General, and pull yourself together.
I'm glad someone has
the balls to face facts.
Don't embarrass us.
Have I ever?
Give me 30 minutes,
then come in and mop up.
Shut up!
I've had enough of you, Penny Priddy!
Well... Mrs Johnson, thank you.
It's certainly food for thought.
No answer at the Kremlin, sir.
Just dead silence.
Then I guess the moment is upon us.
Here you go, Mr President.
The Presidential Emergency Action Document.
For your eyes only.
John Hancock these, and Hail Mary.
You know, on second thought, maybe
we should think this through a bit more
so that future generations
of Americans will...
Oh, wow.
"Declaration of War: The Short Form."
Bring that thing right through the gate.
Straight ahead, straight ahead, come on.
Blacks... are on this planet!
Here, in New Jersey!
Coming to destroy us!
We must act!
Escape or die!
We must work faster
to finish the great vehicle itself,
so we can enter the Eighth Dimension
and free our trapped comrades!
So we can return home
and seize power once again!
What is the greatest joy?
The joy of duty!
Louder!
The joy of duty!
History is made at night.
Character is what you are in the dark!
We must work while the clock,
she's ticking.
We hide, they seek!
Death to the Black Lectroids!.
Where are we going?
Planet Ten!
When?
Real soon!
Come on over here. Bring it this way!
This way!
Now park it.
There's no overthruster!
Get him here! Get him outta there!
I wanna see his face!
It's not here!
Take him to the shock tower.
The equations. Solve them.
Enter your data on this keypad.
And you better be right.
The shock tower is a lie detector.
Any falsehood triggers a brutal charge
to your auditory meatus.
Open circuit.
So?.
You're not getting jack from me until
you let Penny out of this junkyard.
Curse you, Banzai!
Don't you realise what are you saying?
Your whole planet is gonna be destroyed
and you sit here wasting time?
Time? I got nothing but time.
Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife.
Doomed is your soul
and damned is your life.
Buzz off.
Bigbooty...
more power to him.
Bigbootй.
I want my missing circuit, now!
Is there something I can help you with?
Is Buckaroo upstairs?
Hello, Mr