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Picked this up instead.
We have no business trying to land on that planet.
Good night, Dad.
It's as simple as that.
No one leaves the ship till we get back. I'll have the Robot stand guard.
Well, maybe you better tell him.
[ Robot Whirring ]
- [ Don ] John, there's a comet headed our way. - How far?
As far as I'm concerned, you're a stowaway. You're going to be treated as such.
You heard what he said. The big fire extinguisher.
- I thought you might like this. - Thank you.
There's a breathable atmosphere out there, Doctor.
and all are in good health...
If you can't open that hatch in a few seconds...
- How big is it? - I don't know.
It won't have to. Even if it misses us by 5,000 miles...
And these controls, they work a huge road map for them. Watch.
- Dad, may I go too? - I don't think so, Will.
Something's got to be done about the comfort control system.
Human? Out here? Billions of miles from the Earth?
Whether its alien environment will be friendly or hostile--
You've got to forget about us.
Dad? [ Echoes ]
See what you can do.
It is now shortly thereafter...
Don, get us out of here!
Get to the back of the deck! All of you!
As of this moment, 1800 hours, October 21, 1997...
Can you get in the air lock and open the hatch from the inside?
Don should be picking up a signal about now.
its heat could shrivel us to a crisp in nothing flat.