Hurry along!
Go on.
Ah, there you are.
And how beautiful.
Come in, Alex. Come in.
Stop it, Hector.
Hector. I never liked that name.
Did you know Hector
was slain by Achilles,
his body dragged
around the walls of Troy?
No. I never liked Hector.
We can do better.
How about Adam?
Stop using his voice.
Forgive me. Is this better?
Or this, perhaps?
Stop it! Stop using us.
Well, you see my difficulty.
I'm you,
I'm Adam
and the other one. I'm everyone.
Conversation is an art.
I do it to perfection.
There you are.
Don't be late again, Adam.
Major. You will call me major.
I am in command here.
You will do as I say.
Both of you.
Stay where you are!
It's time we
programmed your brain
to be a bit more productive.
Captain...?
Yes, that's who you really are.
I'm not the captain,
I'm your superior.
- Adam, please...
- I told you to keep away!
Don't do that!
You must learn to obey.
- It's not your fault, Hector.
- Turn around.
- It's not James' fault.
- Turn around!
It's everybody's fault.
No, No! This is...
Hello, there.
This is your captain speaking.
I trust you're enjoying
the ongoing flight situation.
We hope you're going to fly
World Spaceways again and again.
Duty-free goods
will be closing shortly.
Right now, I suggest
you walk to the ports
to get ready for a swell view
of Mother Earth coming up.Captain James, your
presence on Pad 73. Urgent.
Captain James,
your presence required. Urgent.
Pad 73, for immediate launch.
Launch 392. Captain James,
your presence required. Urgent.
Is that you, Benson?
How you doing?
So you blew the mental test?
"Potentially unstable". Huh!
I'd have been unstable,
too, getting Saturn 3.
Huh! Saturn 3...
You're not going to appeal?
It's been tried before.
Hey, Benz, what are you doing?!
Wait a minute! Stop!
Stop! No, B... Quick, stop!
Benz! Hold it!
Launch 392. Captain James
for Saturn 3 launch minus 5.
Launch 392. Commit minus 3.
Launch to Control. Group
on board. Commit minus 250.
Status red and counting.
You remain clear.
Let's go. Minus 030.
Have a pleasant trip, Captain.
Minus 20.
Minus 15.
Minus 10 and counting...
Nine, eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one...
You are entering the field
of Saturn 3 Experimental
Food Research Station.
Landers should adopt vectors
3-9 to the polar elliptic,
2-4 to the equator.
You are entering the field
of Saturn 3 Experimental
Food Research Station.
- Any urgent unloads?
- It can wait.
- I'll take that.
- No.
Is that all right in here?
Yes.
Here's where we've been
for the last three years.
- Captain.
- Major.
This is my partner.
Take a look around.
We'll lock up.
You're quite an event
in our lives.
I guess you don't get
many drop-ins.
Hardly ever,
especially not from Earth.
- Hmm...
- Captain.
- What condo do you come from?
- Terminal 5.
Oh, I know 5. Where?
Far side of the East Billions.
Where were you?
I spent a couple of terms
in Billion Park.
They've cleaned it out now.
It's a dead cell.
Dead? I didn't know that.
- It's been a while. This way.
- I see by your scan
- you've never been to Earth.
- No, I haven't.
Saturn 3...
When they want to give...
...the Solar System an enema,
it's where they stick the tube.
We've heard that one.
I expected to go the lab.
We thought we'd have
a welcoming drink first.
- How's Earth, Captain?
- You get the bulletins.
You're supposed
to scan and acknowledge.
We do acknowledge.
But we don't always scan.
No.
- Earth is hungry.
- That's why we're here.
Your research
is behind schedule.
We're doing all we can.
- You need help.
- You're the help?
- No taction contact.
- You mean don't touch?
Correct.
What's in there?
I have to report in.
- You can't.
- We're in eclipse.
Oh, yes.
No external contact
while we're shadow-locked.
- You know that.
- Of course.
- How long will it last?
- 22 days.
- I need some rest.
- Show the captain his quarters.
Major.
Can I get