Fragments of moon rock. Our moon
is subjected to some enormous force.
A kind of energy beam.
Time to go, Munson.
lve got the coordinates, -
- the direction its coming from.
This is what weve been waiting for.
Well go up and counter-attack.
Youre crazy.
lm not going up in that.
- l cant handle the capsule alone.
- Youd better try.
- Get your toothbrush and whatever.
- Right, chief.
Munson!
Why are
slide moves along. arriving under a long-lensed microscope.
IN MICROSCOPIC PERSPECTIVE, a thin needle pierces the bug and delicately removes a fragment of tissue.
PINCERS snare the fragment, dropping it into a narrow tube. The tube SPINS, faster and faster until it is a BLUR on the screen.
THE SCREEN FLOODS with an INFRA-RED LIGHT. Gray, oval shapes rock in a neutral mist.
WASH OUT TO:
HOT SUN
rocks together and light torches with the fire. Like all good
horror movie duos, they split up to continue their search. Soon after,
one of them hears a strange shriek-type noise in the distance, but
ignores it and moves on. He then encounters an ice wall, which holds
a frozen human. Suddenly, the tracker is attacked by a creature we
cant quite see, due to fast camera cuts. The creature and human
sandals of a Vietnamese soldier, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER, only to be stopped by still another of the savage-looking AMERICANS with primitive ornamentation, wearing only a loin-cloth and green beret. He opens his flame-thrower directly ON US and the NVA soldier and we are incinerated in flame, bright psychedelic orange-red flame. Outrageous, loud, electric ROCK MUSIC OVERWHELMS the SOUNDTRACK :
fragment. What is it?
Every...
Every Tuesday after Yearbook here?
Now how would you fix that?
I guess you could say, Mr. Truitt blanks it hard...
here every Tuesday after Yearbook?
Or just Tuesdays after Yearbook.
You dont need the every, right?
Yeah, I guess so. Can I go?
Probably not a good idea to use your real name.
Phone call for Mr. Truitt. Telephone call for Mr. Truitt.
- Shes upset but--