ldentification?
Or else this place'll become a zoo,
not to mention a haven for gawkers.
Wait a minute. Now just a second.
- Stay put. All of ya.
- Sure thing.
We'll go ahead and start breaking it down.
Don't touch it!
l got my own help on the way.
Now, that's an order.
Go find something to crack it open.
There's a Harley in those bushes.
l want you to get out and go to the laboratory,
start working on this formula.
- l want you to synthesise it.
- Buckaroo! Give me the formula.
Oh, wow!
Peggy!
She's not Peggy, Mrs Johnson.
Sois sage, mon amie.
No. Of course not. How could she be?
- Any word from Buckaroo?
- No, l thought he was with you guys.
No, he's not. Ah, Dr Zwibel,
Penny Priddy... Mrs Johnson.
Nice to meet you.
The fellas call me New Jersey.
- Well, where are they all going?
- Bunk house. Off limits.
Again, John Gomez!
John O'Connor,
there's a crowbar in the truck.
l'll get it.
Destroy yourself, John Gant.
Set detonator.
Detonator set.
My most profuse apologies
to my homeland and loved ones.
John Valuk is dead. He fell on his head.
Perhaps John Parker will get through
with our message to Buckaroo Banzai.
l said back off! Now, dammit, l mean it!
Hey! Hey, leave him alone! Ugh!
Easy, friend. Ha, Buckaroo Banzai!
Hey!
lt's Buckaroo Banzai! Get him!
Hustle up!
Scooter Lindley, Blue Blaze Irregular.
- It is! lt is Professor Hikita.
- We're closing the gate. Please, step back!
- Where's Buckaroo?
We gotta have something for him.
Try a new cipher.
- Try a G-cipher.
- G-cipher.
There...
That's more like it.
Looks like we've accessed their restricted
data file. Could be highly revealing.
No sign of Buckaroo. The professor
just rode up saying something
about space monsters and where's the
overthruster. Went straight to the lab.
Space monsters, my ass.
Hey, man, nice jacket.
What's in the big pink box?
Hey, buddy. May l help you?
Hello! Buckaroo Banzai!?
You a messenger? What you got here?
No, no, wait a minute.
l need see Buckaroo Banzai in person.
My name is John Parker.
ldentify yourself, no?
Blue Blaze irregular Pinky Carruthers.
Sorry, John, everybody
needs see Buckaroo. Later.Gino, run this down to the professor for me.
Sounds like he's getting a little nervous.
- This is queer. Look.
- What's up? What you got?
All these people applied for social security cards
in the same town in New Jersey on exact same date.
New Jersey?
46 Yoyodyne employees,
Grover's Mill, New Jersey,
11-1-38.
l got some pictures, boys.
lt looks like a practical joke.
Check out these names:
John Yaya? John Parrot?
John Bigbooty?
Maybe not.
John Nolan? John O'Connor?
No way, Josй.
John Small Berries? lt's a joke. Maybe
that's what Buckaroo was talking about.
No, Reno, there are no ages
and no places of birth.
Uh, Grover's Mill. Grover's Mill, 1938.
Why's that so familiar?
They all have the same first name.
John, John, John, John, John.
Somebody's playing games.
This is statistically impossible.
No, no, no. Wait a minute,
wait a minute, um...
November one. October.
30 days have September, April,
June, November. Short February.
And all the rest have 31. October 31st.
Halloween.
Oh, um...
Don't you get it? Orson Welles.
You mean the guy from
the old wine commercials?
Halloween, 1938. War of the Worlds,
that fake radio news broadcast
that got everybody scared,
thinking real, live Martians...
were landing in Grover's Mill...
New Jersey.
Then it all just turned out to be a hoax.
So?
So... maybe it wasn't a hoax.
Or, l mean, maybe it isn't a hoax.
lf we don't find the overthruster,
Whorfin'll have us for supper.
Who says the damn
thing's even here?
Come on! Come on!
- Who is he?
- l don't know.
All right, who's the wise guy?
l said, who's the wise guy?
lt's locked.
John O'Connor, smash the window.
Why me, John Bigbootй?
lt might be booby-trapped.
Oh.
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