Moon Zero Two

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Moon Zero Two calling Moon Control.

Moon Zero Two, this is Moon Control.

Zero two, to Moon Control.

Two minutes from outer approach. Request landing instructions.

Zero Two, we have you on radar.

Dial 1-5-7. Decelerate at 1.8-G.

Zero Two. Understand. 1-5-7 and 1.8-G. Over.

Snap it up Zero Two. This is Pan Am Moon Express and we're just 10 minutes out.

That is your hard luck Moon Express.

First come, first down.

And... you are, an hour behind schedule.

Here we go then.

"Will the passengers traveling on interplanetary flight 0-0-9"

"to Mars, please assemble at L-8."

- Are you a resident of the moon sir? - No.

Have you read the Customs Regulations?

Regulations are perfectly clear on this point.

There is a 30 percent import duty, on all electronic equipment.

For the third time, this is not electronic equipment.

Not with a meteorite hole like that in it.

It's legitimate salvage. United Nations Space Charter 37... uh, B.

But, uh, a bit about the objects which might prove a danger to nagivat...

Alright, what is it?

Which include any communications or other satellite,

which will have cease to function. That thing hasn't given a squeak in a week.

Haven't you notice? Nobody has been able to radio onto Farside

ever since it blew out.

Yes, I've noticed you read the book.

...and it isn't even my job. Hm?

"Pan Am Spaceways announce that arrival of flight X-7 Moon Express from Earth."

If you're Moon Zero Two, I should sell that thing along

with all the other space rubbish you collect.

You're a bloody menace.

I don't think I caught the name.

I'm the second office of the Moon Express. You delayed for us nearly 2 minutes.

If you took off on time, you might land on time.

- I don't see that my... - I thought you were seeing

our passengers through customs.

I was just telling this man...

You can't tell this man anything about anything.

Now see to the passengers.

One of the future captains of the universe.

Thank god not all of them make it.

Dan, get this over to the scrap yard.

With your permission.

And don't take anything less than 12,000 moon dollars for it.

I'll try.

I just got time for a shower.

- Uh, I wanna talk to you Bill. - Eh, on then

- My name is Taplin. - Please...

...turn and face immigration identification computer, please ma'am.

Sorry.

- Is there a message for me? - The Message Desk is over there.

Thank you.

Good evening Mr. Hubbard

I'm sorry Mr. Hubbard. I hope you enjoyed your trip sir.

No more or less than a hundred other trips I've taken.

That's a nifty little charmer.

J.J. Hubbard?

So that's a 100% Hubbard? Is he always like that?

Sort of, to the likes of us.

- What does he want up here? - Oh, I don't know.

Probably wants to buy a hundred percent of the moon.

If it was mine, he could have it.

Cheap.

Listen, I was talking to personnel back at Earth Base.

They'd still like you back in the corporation, Bill.

Are they starting exploration flights again?

- No, but uh... - When they outfit the first flight

to Mercury, tell them to call me.

Come on Bill. You know the answer to that one.

They can build the engines, but where do they find the stuff

to line the rocket tubes for journeys like that?

We've got regular flights to Mars and Venus. What more do you want?

I'm not coming back into the corporation on passenger runs.

I'm a space pilot. Not a mechanically minded wet nurse.

Thank you very much.

Someone has to be a passenger pilot.

What's that you say?

I said, someone has to be a passenger pilot.

Can't hear you.

Forget it.

I'll buy you a drink. Back in town. Right?

Oh, um. Sorry miss. This area is out of bounds for passengers.

Um, I'm looking for mister... Captain Kemp.

Oh. Ah, well he's in there. He's uh...

...doing something just at the moment, but he won't be long.

You go right in.

Thank you.

Where's the...

What are you doing here?

I was looking for Captain Kemp.

This place is reserved for Space personnel only.

I'm sorry.

Are you Captain Kemp?

Will you go away?

- Are you? - NO!

"Monorail to Moon City will depart in 7 minutes."

Otto? Otto got killed?

A couple of days ago.

How?

Retro-engine. Failed on landing. That's what I heard.

Went straight in. Crunch

They ought to put that thing outside where people could read it.

Passengers wouldn't like it. It would worry them.

Hmm... I suppose so.

Did you get the 12,000?

Hey. He flew the same sort of space ferry you got, didn't he?

Uh huh. His was a little bit older. That's all.

How much longer are we to beget sitting here?

Leaving right away Mr. Hubbard. Magazine?

Cocktail.

For you sir?

He doesn't drink and he can't read.

- Janie. - Hello Bill.

- You look great. - New uniform.

Uh, same ol' me on the inside, though.

- Got a seat? - One up front for the captain.

This is Captain Kemp, Miss Taplin.

- You said... - I am always at a disadvantage

when I haven't got any clothes on.

I never noticed.

Well? What did you want to see me about?

The receptionist at the Space Port, told me you would fly over to Farside, occasionally.

I wondered if you know my brother. Wally Taplin.

He's a miner.

Mmm... No, no I don't think I know him.

He was supposed to meet me at the Space Port.

He's probably waiting at Moon City.

That's what the man said.

We'll check it out when we get there. You're first time up here?

Mmm, yes.

Then I suggest you look up front.

My god it's so bleak.

No air. No vegetation. One sixth gravity.

14 days sunlight. 14 days night.

I suppose bleak is as good a way as any way to describe it.

We're all foreigners here. We always will be.

Perhaps we should've never have come.

The monument there is where Neil Armstrong landed back in 1969.

Power stations. They turn sun light into energy.

- And the ice mines. - The what?

Ice mines.

There are layers of ice, a mile's down.

Melted into water, and you drink it. Break it into oxygen, you breath it.

A hydroponic laboratory.

Plants that process oxygen. When they die, we eat them.

There's nothing like it anywhere else.

It's funny to think that, with no air out there.

Nobody could just open up a window.

Or stroll about and feel rain on their faces.

Captain Kemp. I'm afraid we have no reservation

in the name of Mr. Wallace Taplin.

Nor have we any messages for a Miss Clementine Taplin.

However I have reserved room 3-2-8 for you miss.

Thank you.

Well, 'could be he's just late.

The monorail doesn't go any farther than Moon City,

so he'd be coming by Bug.

Bug?

It's a way you get around up here.

They run convoys of them over to Farside to bring back the minerals,

but it's a slow business.

Where's his claim?

Spectacle Crater.

Oh yes, that's here. There in darkness at the moment.

The nearest base is Farside 5.

Now that's at least 2,000 miles to moon city. 6 days by convoy.

That means it takes longer to get from one side of the moon to the other

than it does to get here from earth.

- That's right. - What about your space ship?

Ferry. It's only a moon ferry. Slow, but I can do it in 20 minutes.

I Suppose I ought to go see when the next convoy arrives,

but I can send a radio message, can't I?

- U-huh. - To see if he has left.

Oh well no, uh. Well you could've last week.

You see, we use a ring of communication satellites

for relaying waves around the curve,

but one was hit by a meteorite. so we are out of touch with

Farside right now.

21st Century.

It'll still be the same in the 25th.

I suppose so.

Thanks for your help anyway.

Oh come on. It's not as bad as all that.

Splurge out. Buy yourself a new outfit. You'll feel better.

Welcome to the Galaxy Boutique. Can I help you?

Jupiter jumpsuit?

Space captain William H. Kemp reporting to agent Elizabeth Murphy

of the Lunar Bureau of Investigation.

For immediate interrogation.

Trust you to get your timing wrong.

I'm on duty in half an hour.

Well... we'll have time to talk, anyway.

How did the trip go?

Spend a dollar, make a dollar.

Big business. I suppose you heard about Otto.

It happens all the time.

I wish I had a dollar for every time I've heard you say that about a pilot.