Starman

Come on, honey.

Take that stand.

Count!

-Ten, nine, eight, seven... -Ignition.

-Main-stage. -...five, four, three,

two, one, zero.

And so Voyager II is now a part of history.

Rocketing into space from its launch pad here at Cape Kennedy

on this historic date, August 20, 1977.

Onboard the space probe are photographic images of Earth,

verbal greetings and a medley of musical compositions.

Voyager II is our invitation to other intelligent species in the universe.

"Please come and visit our planet Earth."

As the Secretary General of the United Nations,

an organization of 147 member states,

who represent almost all of the human inhabitants of the planet Earth,

I send greetings on behalf of the people of our planet.

Hello from the children of planet Earth.

I love you.

Don't do this to yourself, Jenny. Go to sleep.

That's very good, General.

-Mr. Director. -Yes.

Would you excuse me, please?

-Sounds like Soviet space garbage. -The MOLINK people say no.

Well, what does the Kremlin say?

They don't know from nothing.

This is Delta Yankee, two miles and closing, locked on target.

-Permission to launch. -Permission granted.

Delta Yankee executing launch. Missiles away.

Interceptor Delta Yankee reports a hit, sir.

No change in speed, but we've got another alteration of course.

New estimated point of impact,

Northern Wisconsin, someplace up by Chequamegon Bay.

Get Mark Shermin.

Tony takes a pass, Murray drives to the left, he blows it.

He's down. No harm, no foul.

Just under three minutes left to play.

Cheeks picks up Johnson at mid-court. Frank is looking to go to Greeney.

He's been red hot for this pass.

Now he's into the top of the key and he finds Johnson all alone.

He's up and in for a deuce. And he was fouled on the play.

Call me back in 20 minutes, will you? I'm...

Yes, sir. Sorry about that.

What?

Chequamegon Bay? Yes, sir. No, no, no, no problem.

Oh, damn!

Scott?

You're not Scott.

Scott.

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

"As the Secretary General of the United Nations

"an organization of 147 member states,

"who represent almost all of the human inhabitants of the planet Earth,

"I send greetings."

Who is that handsome guy?

-Oh, God, what a day, huh? -Yeah.

Here she comes, ladies and gentlemen. Look at that gorgeous car. And off we go.

Don't worry, it's not going to go off until the hammer's back.

Now, what we want to do

is we want to squeeze

and squeeze.

One more time.

Not bad.

Actually, you should probably, you know, steady with your other hand here.

You'll get more accuracy, probably, this way.

Here. Here.

Yeah, come here. Come here.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

I mean you no harm.

Oh, this is great.

Yeah.

Boy, what a weird dream.

Who are you? What do you want?

We go.

I can't get the engine started.

Scott?

Where?

Which way? Left, right?

Here.

You know where that place is?

If this is California and down here is

Texas, that must be, like,

-Arizona, maybe. -Want to be driven.

Arizona maybe.

Ten minutes.

About that time, Mr. Shermin.

-Okay. -Coffee?

Yeah.

Hey, Sergeant, can you get police bands on that thing?

No problem. Why?

I'm interested in anything weird.

You know, freaky, bizarre.

-Hi there. -Hi.

-I'm Major Bell. -Hi, Mark Shermin. Is it clean?

Well, no radioactivity. No readings on bacteria.

You attached to National Security?

Not very. I just work for them.

On loan. Sort of like a library book. No, actually I'm with SETI.

Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence.

So they're sending you guys out on meteorites now?

-Only when they change course. -Change course?

-Can they do that? -This one did.

So they tell me. Twice.

Either that or some airhead over at NORAD misread a glitch on his monitor.

It also came down slower than suborbital speed.

So, naturally, they decided to fire some missiles at it.

-Hey, what the hell are they doing? -Trying to take a core sample.

-Nobody authorized that. -Damn thing sounded hollow to me.

Hollow? There's no such thing as a hollow...

Jesus Christ!

You were about to say?

Up and at 'em, folks, this is station WDLU, at Madison, Wisconsin,

bringing you the 6:00 a.m. news.

No, folks, all of you that saw that flash in the sky last night,

it wasn't the end of the world and it wasn't a burning airliner.

No, sir. According to the A.P. wire, one of the biggest meteorites

to strike the planet Earth in the past 80 years

hit last night near Ashland, not far from Chequamegon Bay.

So you folks who called in to say you saw a flying saucer land...

That's about you, isn't it?

You really are some kind of Martian or something, aren't you?

What do you want here? What are you doing?

What do you want with me? Where are you taking me?

Why do you look so much like Scott?

I can't get no

satisfaction

That does it.

Help!

You crazy sons of bitches. What's the matter with you?

Help!

Help me!

Help me, please.

I'm being kidnapped.

I send greetings.

What the hell's going on here?

I'm being kidnapped.

Greetings.

You'd better let her go, pal. I'll give you some greetings.

How'd you do that?

Those little gray jobs?

Mr. Shermin!

Communications Central, this is Project Visitor

at the Chequamegon sighting. I have Mr. Shermin for you.

The director's on the line.

All right, Shermin, what is it?

I'll know more in a couple of hours.

We're taking it out of here now and having a lab set up in Madison.

This meteor, the Chequamegon sighting, appears to be hollow?

No, not "appears to be." It is hollow.

I think the balloon has just gone up, sir.

Do you have to keep that thing on your lap like that?

Those things... Guns make me a little bit jumpy.

Define "little bit jumpy."

That's a little bit.

And jumpy's like nervous, afraid.

You know that word "afraid"?

"Afraid." Yes.

How much English do you understand?

I understand greetings in 54 planet Earth languages.

I understand English language little bit.

Nothing much in there. It's just a lot of junk.

That's my wallet.

That's my driver's license.

That's me. My name, Jenny Hayden.

"Jenny Hayden."

What do you want, anyway?

Why did you come here?

Oh, my God.

I look like Scott.

Yeah, you do.

I look like Scott,

so you do not be little bit jumpy.

Mr. Shermin.

Listen, about those police calls, you did say anything weird, right?

-Yeah, you got something? -Yeah, just picked up one from Ashland.

Happened sometime this morning.

A guy name Heinmuller had a collision with an orange and black '77 Mustang.

Now the gal who was driving claimed she was being kidnapped.

But when this Heinmuller went to help her, the guy who was with her, the kidnapper,

yelled, "Greetings," and melted his lug wrench.

Yelled, "Greetings," and melted his lug wrench?

Weird you want, weird you get.

How do you melt somebody's lug wrench?

Hey, I just copy them down, I don't explain them.

I don't suppose anybody got a license number?

Yeah, Wisconsin plates, Papa X-ray Victor 2-3-7.

We're checking the owner through DMV now.

Mark!

What the hell is that thing?

Well, it's sort of an invitation, Major.

You remember that package we sent up with the Voyager probe?

There was a gold anodized disk

with greetings from Earth in 54 different languages.

Complete with a nice little speech from Kurt Waldheim,

"To whom it may concern. Come and see us sometime."

We're coming to a gas station.

-We're gonna need some gas. Okay? -"Gas"?

Gas.