Flight of the Navigator

'Lyn never breaks her dog's rhythm,

'using rapid-fire disks to display Muffy's agility.

'Terrific exhibition by last year's runners-up.

-'Next, Judith and Rocky.'

-Watch this.

Wow! Let's try it.

Come on, Bruzer...Give it here... Drop it...Let it go, Bruzer.

'Strong toss...and he catches it!'

Go on, Bruzer. Get it. Get it!

'Easy, even toss...and he grabs it!'

Go get it, Bruzer. Wanna get it...? Look!

Jump, Bruzer...! Oh, man.

-'Winner of the 1978 Frisbee Dog Championship is Julie with Rocky!'

-I'm gonna teach you real hard.

-Boys, let's go.

-That dumb dog won't catch a frisbee!

-He will so and don't call him dumb.

-How about retarded?

-He'll win that Championship.

-Don't make me laugh.

Alright, guys, I guess...

HELEN: I don't feel like cooking tonight.

Don't. We'll get some hamburgers.

-David's got the hots for Jennifer Bradley.

-Shut up.

-Dad, he's knuckling me.

-David, stop provoking your brother.

-But, Dad...

That's all I wanna hear from you.

I can't believe this.

-JEFF: Dad, can I play at Billy's?

-I guess.

HELEN: Make sure you're back before dark.

Gimme that.

-Weasle!

-Dork!

-Buck-face!

Scuzz-bucket! Nah-ne-nah-ne-nah-na!

You'll NEVER see your 9th birthday, I promise!

CAR RADIO: John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John "You're The One That I Want."

-Can't you two get along?

-He's a jerk.

-It's a phase. He'll grow out of it.

-If he lives that long.

-That's no way to talk.

-I guess not.

-Remember you're the oldest.

-Alright, alright.

-Hi, David.

-Hi, Jennifer.

EXCITED CHATTER

-Hey, take that.

-Oh!

Stay out of the fridge. We're eating out.

Don't worry, I'll be hungry. Come on, boy.

-Can you open these?

-Yes.

-Thanks.

RADIO: ..this 4th of July, 1978...

-David?

-Dad!

-You gonna watch the game?

-I was...watching the boats.

Oh. Yeah?

Oh.

So, you DO have a crush on Jennifer Bradley.

Nah, not really. I barely even know her.

You ever try talking to her?

How are you supposed to talk to girls? It's impossible.

Try striking up a conversation - "Hi, how you doing? Nice bike!"

-To learn to swim you jump in the water.

-I guess.

David, don't forget to feed Bruzer.

I won't.

Come on, Bruzer.

-That'll make you big and strong to win that championship.

-David?

Go and meet Jeff. The Johnsons said he left 5 minutes ago.

-He's 8-years-old, Mom.

-I know.

-But he's going through the woods.

-He'll make it.

-Now, you hurry up, and we're gonna get some burgers and set off those fireworks of yours.

-OK.

Come on, Bruzer.

-BRUZER WHIMPERS

-You're not afraid of a little wind?

See, Bruzer, what you gotta do is be a 'take-charge' guy.

That's what the girls like.

Come on, boy.

(Come on.)

Wanna know my REAL problem?

I don't know what I want out of life any more.

-That might be hard to understand...

-TWIGS SNAP

Jeff?

Jeff?

LOUD CRACK

Get back, Jack, I've got a gun!

-YA!

-Aah-hh-hh!

-Oh-hh!

-Got ya! Got ya!

-I'll kill you!

BRUZER BARKS

Bruzer?

What is it, Bruzer?

Come on, boy. We better get home.

HELP!

DISTANT BARKING

Bruzer? Come here, Bruzer.

Bruzer. Here, Bruzer.

Open up, you little punk!

You hear me? I said OPEN UP!

-Who are you?

-Who are YOU?

I-I'm David. I live here.

I think you have the wrong house.

-Where's my Mom?

-I've no idea. Oh, are you lost?

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

-Wait! You've made a mistake.

-Mom? Dad?

Oh-hh-hh.

Mom!

LARRY!

What's the problem, son?

Calm down, son.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

What's your name? Where do you live?

Please...

Where's my Mom and Dad?

Janet, call the police.

You'll have to process this.

GENERAL HUBBUB

'Authorities are investigating what has caused power black-outs in two counties.

'Lauderdale Hospital is on emergency generators.'

Not hungry, huh?

Is my dad coming yet?

< Phil?

The computer came up with this. Missing Persons report.

PHIL: David Scott Freeman...brown hair...

Last seen wearing blue shirt, blue jeans and sneakers...

Carrying a blue napsack.

Did we locate the parents? Phil - the date. What?

Must be a typo. I ran it through 3 times.

-He was declared dead.

-Who's dead?

No-one's dead, David. Let's put this puzzle together.

WOMAN OFFICER: A few questions for our paperwork.

-How old are you?

-I told you, 12.

-What is the date?

-The 4th of July.

-What year?

-1978.

-Who's the United States' President?

-You wanna know for your paperwork?

-Mm-hmm.

-Well?

-It's Jimmy Carter.

-Why are we stopping?

-You'll see.

Be right back.

-Who lives here?

-We don't know, yet.

DOG BARKS

Quiet! Pipe down.

I'm sorry to disturb you folks,

-but are you the same William Freeman who reported missing a son, David Scott Freeman, in 1978?

-Yes.

Dad!

David. David, wait a second.

I'm Detective Banks. It seems...

(David...!)

Oh, my God!

Thank God!

CONFUSED SHOUTS

WHIRRING OF HELICOPTER

Dr Faraday.

-Any signs of life?

-Not outside.

-We can't determine what's inside.

-Well, something must have flown it.

This COULD be our first contact.

This night-watchman found it - Ellis Brayton.

He hasn't told anyone else, so what we have is a controlled situation.

-Mr Brayton.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Lewis Faraday. NASA.

It's a pretty piece of Spacelab.

BRAYTON: It smacked into the tower and dragged it for a hundred yards.

Then it stopped and it's floating here.

Can you tell me how you do that?

It's a matter of national security.

-How're we gonna move it?

-You kiddin'?

-Watch this.

-Er, no...

Who are you? What's happening?

-Just rest.

-Where's my Mom and Dad?

-We're right here.

-What's happening? I'm scared.

Don't be scared, honey. We won't let anybody hurt you.

What happened to you, Mom?

You too, Dad. Who are those people in our house?

We don't know all the answers to this yet,

but the main thing is - you're alive!

David, where have you been all this time?

All this time? I went to get Jeff at the Johnsons' a few hours ago.

Get Jeff. He'll tell you.

David?

Who's that?

-That's your brother - Jeffrey.

-What?

< Mr and Mrs Freeman?

-Could I see you outside?

-Sure.

Honey?

We'll be right back.

You look just like I remember you.

This is totally mad, I mean - you're my big-little brother.

You're not my brother.

Listen, I'm sorry for scaring you like that...jumping out of the tree.

I felt rotten about it.

Anybody could know that.

You think it's easy to believe you're David? You should be 20 now.

I'm not really sure why I kept this.

I guess I thought I could use it. You know, kinda save the day?

Mom and Dad went nuts when we couldn't find you.

They made me put those things up on every telephone pole for years.

Every Saturday.

You should've seen Mom.

She kept all the stuff in your room.

She refused to believe that you were dead.

It's 1986. 8 years since that night.

Little weasel!

Dork.

Butt-face.

-Scuzz...

-bucket!

Jeff?

I'm scared!

We'll figure something out.

-Dad, I wanna go home.

-I know.

-We want you home but the doctor wants you here.

-Don't make me stay!

We must find out where you've been. He wants to help you remember.

We thought it was important, Davie.

Mom?

Honey, one of us will be with you around the clock.

Nothing bad's gonna happen, I promise.

Now, you two guys get some sleep.

I'll stay with our guy tonight.

OK...Right...Well... We'll see you in a couple of hours.

Be cool, dude.

-Mom, have I really been gone 8 years?

-Yeah.

It's like a bad dream.

ECHOING ALIEN VOICE

(..thyroid hormones suggest that a great many factors...)

He's hurt! He's calling me.

What is it?

-Nothing. Forget it.

-No! What?

Well...

This voice keeps calling... saying something over and over.

But I can't understand very much.

What is it saying?

Something...

I can't explain it.

-I knew you wouldn't believe me.

-No, I believe you.

You don't think I'm going crazy, do you?

You kidding? They've run a million tests on you.

You're the only sane person here.

Don't worry about it.

It was just a bad dream.

Thanks.

-Have you tried EVERYTHING?

-Everything, sir. It's impregnable.

We MUST get inside.

For all we know, something may be living, or even dying, inside this.

It appears to be seamless - no way in, no way out.

-David, when did you enter the woods?

-Around 8 o'clock.

-You met your brother?

-He jumped out of a tree and scared me.

He's lucky he's still alive.

-Then what happened?

-Well...

I chased him for a while...

Then I reached this cliff...

-He's transmitting in alpha waves!

-What's going on?

-I don't know.

I-I know I fell.

We're getting 12.78 cycles a second.

He's communicating in binary code. How is he doing that?

I have no idea.

Then you went somewhere. How did you get there?

HELEN: What is that?

-Is that from David?

-I believe it is.

Well, what is it?

How did I get out of the ravine?

I crawled out.

Dr Faraday, I think you should take a look at this.

Where did this come from?

From the mind of a 12-year-old boy.

-David, what do YOU think?

-No way! I'm not going.

You don't understand the importance of this situation.

I don't care. David says no. That's it.

He'd get treatment from the best specialists.

Plus technical capabilities this hospital is not prepared to offer.

-It's true. We've done all we can...

-David has to go on living,

and he can't do that in an institution.

-Until you say something that makes sense, we're going home!

-Right on!

-Yeah.

You don't wanna know the truth?

What?

The truth about where David's been.

Why he can't remember. What all the unusual brain activity means.

And most of all - why he hasn't aged.

David...I can offer you the truth.

All I need is 48 hours - just 2 days -

at the base, with me and my staff, alone.

No confusion, no distraction...

And then, David, you can go home and put all this behind you.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Yes.

-STRANGE METALLIC VOICE

-Who said that?

-Who said what?

Never mind.

This'll be your room for a while. What do you think?

-Is this stuff for me?

-Yes, it is.

I was supposed to call my parents.

We'll call from my office tomorrow.

Now, if you wanna watch TV, this is a remote control wand.

We'll get you something to eat... and here's a special gift for you.

Tomorrow's going to be exciting...

so you enjoy yourself, and... we'll see you in the morning.

HEY!

'Millions of Americans want to lose weight.

'Let's get to the basic subject. What can your diet do for America?'

TRENDY MUSIC VIDEO

Pardon me. Coming through.

Get away!

Hi! I'm Carolyn McAdams.

You gotta be hungry after your trip.

-What IS this thing?

-That's Ralf.

-Ralf?

-Mm-hmm.

Robotic Assistant Labour Facilitator. He delivers supplies and mail and messes up now and then.

-So...who did you murder to get put here in Maximum Security?

-No-one.

-I'm a national security secret.

-Oh!

In that case, I shouldn't talk to you.

Wait a sec...um...

-When is Starsky and Hutch on?

-It was cancelled a long time ago.

That was my favourite show! And what's this stuff?

You've never seen a music video?

Uh-uh. I've been gone for 8 years.

Gone where? Outer space?

Could be.

You know, you are a WEIRD kid.

Me?! I'm not the one with the purple hair.

Oh. Yeah.

-I went to a concert last night.

-Really?

-My mom took me to see the Bee-Gees. Who'd you see?

-Twisted Sister.

-Never heard of her.

-It's a him.

-Oh.

-Actually, it's a them.

You're serious about being away, aren't you?

What was it... like a coma or something?

I can't remember.

Alright, listen. Um...I gotta go.

Is there anything else you want?

A Big Mac, fries and a coke. They're still around, I hope.

That depends. Do you want Diet Coke, Classic Coke, Cherry Coke, New Coke?

-Huh?

-Nothing. Forget it.

-If they're still around, I'll do my best.

-OK. Bye.

-See ya.

Well, come on, Ralf. Come on, Ralfy baby.

You'll make it. Come on.

DOOR CLANGS SHUT

# No, no, no, no, no. I don't want you to go. #

Alright! Way to go!

Jeff! David's on the phone.

I got a NASA cap, and saw a robot called RALF.

And a nice lady brings me food.

Oh, and another thing.

-They locked me in my room.

-That is for David's protection.

Don't forget, David comes back in 48 hours.

-Don't worry, Mrs Freeman.

-Hi, David. It's Dad.

Hi, Dad.

We're here fixing up your room waiting for when you get back.

-We'll see you soon.

-That's great.

Thanks.

-I sure do miss you, son.

-I miss you too, Dad.

I miss all you guys. A whole lot.

-Bye.

-Bye. Bye bye.

Bye, David.

STEADY HUM

OK now, David.

Can you try and remember what happened when you fell in the ravine?

Well...

I tried to stop myself,

but...

Gotta bring it back up to speed.

-What's going on?

-Everything's fine.

-We're ready.

-Synchronise computers. Try lodging data at a higher rate.

What is your name?

TECHNICIAN: We're in sync.

Wait a sec! How'd that happen?

-I didn't say that.

-Next question.

Where have you been for 8 years?

I've told you. I don't know.

What-what powered the craft you were travelling in?

Oh, my God.

-His head's full.

-What language IS that?

Who knows what's in the boy's head.

-What?

-We'd spend years deciphering.

-Who's putting stuff on the screen?

-You are.

But that's impossible.

How far is Earth from Phaelon?

I've never heard of the place.

How long did it take to get there?

-Light speed!

-The only explanation.

-What's that?

-If you were travelling beyond the speed of light,

you could've been gone 4.4 hours and the rest of us would have aged 8 years.

Well, what does that mean?

-Time slows down as you approach the speed of light.

-Speed of light?

-David, where is Phaelon?

-How am

-I

-supposed to know?

He's searching through star charts!

-­ I think he's down-loading.

-Wait!

-These are uncharted systems!

-Our computers don't have this stuff.

-Is this Phaelon?

-I don't know.

-Let me out of here!

-David... David!

48 hours is not going to be enough time.

Pardon me. Coming through.

Hi, there.

Hi, Carolyn.

So, how's the testing going?

Terrible. At least I'm going home tomorrow.

-They said you go home tomorrow?

-That's right. Why?

-Nothing.

-Carolyn...

I saw the meal sheet for next week and they've got you on it.

-Until when?

-All week.

That's IMPOSSIBLE! They PROMISED it would only be 48 hours!

You guys here me in there? I want out of here!

-You think I don't watch television? Wake up!

-Hey!

-It's not that bad.

-How do YOU know? You been separated from your family and put in some place you hate?

Yes. Whenever my father got new orders I had to go and start over again.

Maybe you're right.

(I've gotta get out of here.)

-(David...!

-Contact my parents. Tell them what's going on.)

-What's he doin'?

-(Go see them for me.)

(Please.)

I gotta get back to work, OK?

You know...

You're cute!

Did any girl tell you that before?

Nobody but my mom, but I don't think she counts.

STRANGE METALLIC VOICE

-Are you there?

-Yes, I'm here.

Help...me!

Help you?

How?

Are you coming?

-Yes, I'm coming.

-DOOR OPENS

Pardon me. Coming through.

Get in the RALF unit.

Full house! I gotta take you in. I can't believe this.

Hey! We'll get you your breakfast.

Whew!

Ah-hh!

SPEAKS IN VARIOUS FOREIGN LANGUAGES

-Who's that?

-Sit down, Navigator.

-Are you the one that called me?

-Affirmative.

You have the information I require to complete my mission.

-Sit DOWN!

-I think there's been some sort of mistake.

-I do not make mistakes. Awaiting final vectors.

-I have no vectors. I'm just a kid.

THAT is obvious. But your brain was programmed with star charts.

-That's why my brain came up with that stuff?

-Yes.

You ARE the Navigator!

Holy... Campbell!

Oh, my God! Seal all doors. Activate penetration recording.

Activate all radiation surveillance.

Switch control monitors to automatic.

EMERGENCY ORDERS SHOUTED

-Dr Faraday.

-Troy?

-Someone has penetrated security.

-When did it happen?

-We don't know.

SIRENS WAIL

CONFUSED SHOUTS

You know what it is? No.

-Do we have radiation?

-Negative.

Get this door open. NOW!

We still have detainment so I want security doubled at once.

-I detect alien life-forms.

-Aliens? Where?

-Observe.

Those aren't aliens. They're human.

Uh-oh. I'm gonna get it for this.

It's an alien! No, it's the kid.

-David?

-Oh, great.

They've got guns!

-Protective hover is advised.

-Will that shut the door?

-Affirmative.

-OK, let's do that. But if anybody asks, you did it.

-Compliance.

Just...get out of the ship, son.

SURGE OF POWER

-Request initial manoeuvres.

-Manoeuvres? I just wanna get out of here.

-You wish to depart?

-Yes.

-Compliance!

SHOUTS OF PANIC

-Did YOU do that?

-Elementary. I must return to Phaelon.

But I wanna go home.

-I am awaiting your command.

-I gotta think. Just take us 20 miles away.

-Compliance!

What...are...you...doing?

Let's get over to Tracking.

Stop!

Yah!...Oh-hh.

-You requested this distance.

-I didn't mean straight up.

-I meant along the ground.

-Oh.

Sir, they shot straight up at over mach 10.

And stopped 20 miles up.

-Take me back!

-Compliance.

Oh, NO!

TECHNICIAN: It's heading back.

There he is.

-WOW! How did you do that?

-That was a Third Class manoeuvre.

-If that's a Third Class manoeuvre, what's a First Class?

-Observe.

Uh-oh.

I can now slide through your planet's thick atmosphere.

I can speak any language.

I can analyse any species.

-Can you fix my seat?

-Compliance.

Can you slow down a little?

Compliance.

Cool!

-Any temperature adjustment?

-No.

STARTLED MOO

Requested 20 miles from origin.

Give me the star charts now.

-Not now. I gotta go.

-Go? Where?

-The bathroom.

-Do not know word.

-Then open the door.

-Request explanation.

-Just do it. I'll be back, I promise.

-Do not know "promise".

Damn! How did that kid get out?

We had security everywhere.

Gotta get control of the situation.

Sir, over here. >

-They're 20 miles west of here.

-Get some choppers out there!

What are you doing?

Can't I have a little privacy?

Do not know "privacy".

Moo.

Moo.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I borrow samples of life from different galaxies to study. On this planet, I chose you.

-Why me?

-Why not?

We discovered your inferior species uses only 10% of your brain.

-So we filled it with star charts.

-What happened?

-It leaked. Navigator...

-I am NOT a Navigator!

You are. I had a power failure.

I need the star charts in your head to complete my mission.

You need my "inferior brain" to fly that thing?

I need the superior information in your inferior brain.

Well, if I'm so inferior, how come you took 8 years to bring me back?

-Normally I take my specimens back to the moment of collection.

-You took me away from my family!

And you returned me 8 years later.

Everything's changed, except me!

It was too dangerous for your fragile human body to travel back in time.

If I can't go back in time, at least take me back to my family.

WHIRR OF HELICOPTERS

Come aboard quickly.

If you promise to take me home.

-The boy's outside the ship.

-'Can you keep them on the ground?'

-Very well. Give me the star chart and I'll take you home.

-Let's get outta here.

-He's gone back into the ship.

-'Don't let them take off!'

-Request instructions.

-Just...just get us outta here.

-Compliance.

My God, it changed shape!

-Can you follow it?

-Follow it?! I can't even SEE it.

Ah!

-This is fun.

-"Fun", Navigator?

-My name's David.

-David?

-Yeah.

So what do I call YOU, anyway?

-I am a Trimaxion drone ship...

-Trimaxion? OK, I'll call you Max.

-Max?

-Right.

-Take me where they can't find us.

-Compliance.

What are you DOING?

AAHH-HH-HH!

I didn't say go under the ocean! Just a place they couldn't find us.

This was the place my databanks suggested.

-Will this leak?

-I do not leak. YOU leak, remember?

I must programme my circuitry for the mind transfer.

-STRANGE ANIMAL NOISES

-What are these?

-Other specimens we studied.

-Where are they from?

-That is a gar-puntle from South Katrawaz.

-What's this?

-A Feena-starus from the Pixar Eliptic.

Weird!

-What are they doing here?

-After I drop you off,

I will travel back in time and take them to their homes, as if they'd never left.

-What's that?

-A very unpleasant creature.

-What's his problem?

-A bad cold.

-Ooh, gross!

-SNIVELLING NOISES

Don't get too close. They're hungry.

That could have been your head.

Bu-u-urp!

-What's in here?

-AIEE-aiee-aiee-aiee-aiee...

-What's this one?

-A puckmarin from Binpuka Minor. He's not dangerous.

PUCKMARIN CHATTERS PLAYFULLY

-Can I hold him?

-Keep him quiet.

I'm concentrating.

Hey, little puckmarin, how long have you been here?

What's he saying?

I won't take him back home. He does not know it was destroyed by a comet.

That makes him an orphan.

I wish I could take you home with me. Jeff would flip out.

Listen, he's laughing.

-What is the purpose of laughing?

-The purpose? Makes you feel happy. You should try it.

MAX ATTEMPTS LAUGHTER

Nothing. No sign of them at all.

We just lost the most important discoveries of this century.

-What else could possibly go wrong?

-Sir, it's the kid's father.

Faraday.

Dr Faraday... How's David?

Well...actually, Bill, it's been kind of a rough day for us here.

Oh. Is he there now? Can I talk to him?

Er...well...he just seemed to want some time to himself. You know what I mean?

Just tell him to call me soon, OK?

Sure. I will be glad to have him call you as soon as I see him. OK. Bye bye.

Who was the last person to see David?

-Carolyn McAdams. She's an intern.

-I want to talk to her.

-Her shift ended an hour ago.

-Just find her! Gotta keep a lid on this somehow.

I am ready to perform the mind transfer. Sit here.

-Will this hurt?

-Negative.

-Will I remember everything?

-Affirmative.

-How often have you done this?

-Zero.

-Zero! You mean never?

-What if you fry my brain?

-I will not "fry your brain".

-How do you know?

-Superior intelligence.

-Lie down.

-OK.

That's IT?

-That's it, Davie!

-Davie?

"You wanna learn to swim you gotta jump in the water!" "Go feed Bruzer."

Wo! I've gotten some stuff that's nothing to do with navigating.

-You sound just like a human.

-YOU are the inferior species, you dumb dork!

-Butt-face!

-Scuzz-bucket!

-So, what are you still doing here?

-I blew a fuse when I totalled out that electrical tower.

-I was checking out some daisies.

-Flowers?!

-Huh!

-Who's the inferior species?

-I'll show you! Heads UP!

-Hey, take it easy.

Well, EX-C-U-S-E ME!

You OK?

Why are we going up here, you geek?

Geek?!

-If

-I

-was flying, we'd be home by now.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah!

OK, turkey, YOU fly it.

OK, quit fooling around.

Come on, this isn't funny.

Do something.

-I take it back.

-You called me a geek!

You're not a geek.

Max, turn on all engines. An order from your Navigator!

NOW you're a Navigator. So navigate!

-It's falling.

-Was it shot down?

-No idea.

Better do something, Big Shot.

One of these has to start it.

"Scottie to Bridge. Can't take much more, Captain".

20,000 feet and falling.

You're getting warmer...Boiling.

Scalding! Red hot!

Oh-oh...Cooling down...Arctic...

Freezing! Real co-ordinated (!)

You better hurry.

-Pull up.

-Impact in 15 seconds.

It's right under your nose!

(Yeah!)

He's pulled up. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

-If I can only steer it.

-No way, Jose.

-Wow!

-Lucky guess.

-You nearly killed me!

-YOU nearly crashed. I shut down to teach you to fly.

-You liar.

-Am not.

-You did it to get even with me.

-Did not!

-You'll get yours!

-Oh, a threat.

Oh, I'm really scared (!) Look, I'm shaking.

It's not hard to fly this thing.

Deu-uh!

The slightest move of my hand - and we go THAT way!

-OK, which way to Ft Lauderdale?

-I only know what's in your head.

-I say we go right.

-You don't know your left from your right.

-We go LEFT.

-OK.

We've located the McAdams girl.

-She's in the boy's parents' house.

-Keep them IN THAT HOUSE.

So he's up there somewhere inside it.

-Inside a spaceship?

-Oh, my God.

-Wow!

Faraday had this ship in a hanger. It took off with David inside.

Oh, Bill, what are we gonna do?

Faraday! That man! He's gonna wish he never met us.

There's guys coming to the house.

Do you have a back door? Back there.

It was nice meeting you all and I'll call if I hear anything.

Let go of me. I have to take you to the base.

Mr Freeman?

-Yes.

-Dr Faraday wants you to remain in your house.

-It's getting dark. That's not right.

-No, it's left!

See! There's Miami!

-Let's go lower.

-I told you so. I told you so.

That isn't Miami.

-It's Tokyo. How did we get here?

-Oops.

-Take us back up.

-I knew that. I knew this was Tokyo.

You are such a liar. I'm taking over.

-Japan reports visual contact over Tokyo.

-Tokyo?

-Target has left Japanese air space.

-Where is it going now?

-First we'll hit California, then we'll...

-Yeah? Who got a D in geography?

-How'd you know that?

-Ha!

I told you. I don't know anything.

-I just tried to be a friend to him.

-You're not hiding information?

-No.

-We just want to bring him back.

-They're approaching the West Coast.

-Where?

-Heading for San Francisco.

Look, that's the Golden Gate Bridge.

#..the San Francisco Treat. # You're too close to those cables!

-Careful. I'm a precise machine.

-Relax, Max.

-Are we there yet? Where are we?

-Jeez, I have no idea where we are.

Gotta get directions.

TOGETHER: Hmm-mm.

RADIO BLARES ROCK MUSIC

I wonder if that's that Twisted Sister stuff.

-Come on.

-Hi!

-You know the way to Ft Lauderdale?

-We get lost easy.

-Pull away!

Hey! Thanks for nothing!

Were those "geeks", David?

Yes, Max. THOSE were geeks.

-That looked kinda like Texas.

-We better head this wagon east.

What were those strange sounds?

-What?

-From the geeks' car.

-MAX REPRODUCES MUSIC

-Wow! Well, that's called music.

-I wanna hear MORE music.

-Can you pick up radio waves?

-2 million forms of radio waves...

-OK. OK.

Find signals that sound like what we heard.

-STRAINS OF OPERA

-No, that's not music. Try again.

-"THE BOSANOVA"

-Ah! Change it. Quick!

-THE BEACH BOYS

-Hold it. Now THIS is music.

-#

-..the same old strip. I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip.

-#

See? You gotta move, like this.

-#

-My buddies and me are getting real well-known.

-#

-Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone.

# I get around... Around town...

That's it, Max. Yeah!

# Round, round, round, round, I get around...

-#

-Ooh-wah-wah-wah-ooh... Wap-wah-ooh...

-#

-Wap-wah-ooh...

# Wap-wah-ooh...

# I get around...

# From town to town...

I like "music"!

# Get around, round, round, round I get around #

'Bizarre UFO sightings have alarmed the UN. We'll have more at eleven.'

Eleven! I'll keep checking.

-He's in South Texas heading across the Gulf of Mexico.

-He's going home.

I'll need a driver...and security.

DAVID AND MAX SING: Old Macdonald Had A Farm

"Al's Gator City". This must be Florida, Max.

And that must be "Big Al".

Maybe he has a phone.

BELL RINGS

Hi...Um, could I please borrow some change to phone my parents?

Thank you.

Hey, Blip-o! Oink, oink. Too many twinkies!

Would you mind if my wife used the little girl's room?

Dad, can we look at the flying saucer?

Sure, go ahead.

Isn't it weird? Yeah.

Your Indian village won't win any awards, but that flying saucer's first rate.

How long did it take to put something like that together?

It's OK. We'll look around ourselves.

I can push the step and it doesn't move.

Kids, get out from under there.

'Collect call from David Freeman.'

Yes. It's David.

We gotta talk fast. Hurry, Jeff. David may call.

-Where are you?

-In Florida somewhere. Can you give me directions to the new house?

Know the drawbridge on 7th Street?

No. Give me a signal I can see from the air.

Don't let NASA know. Remember it's dark soon.

If I have to set fire to the house...you'll find it.

-Jeff...I...

-LINE GOES DEAD

FATHER OF FAMILY: Jackie, move just a little bit.

Smile. We're having a good time.

I wanna get the ship in. This is a nice shot.

Excuse me.

See you later, alligator!

CHILDREN: Wow!

Son of a gun!

Just said he wanted to phone home.

Wow, look at this.

PUCKMARIN GURGLES

Highway 95. OK, we'll take that straight to Ft Lauderdale.

No, we should take the turnpike.

I'M the navigator.

Woah! Take it easy, Mac.

SING-SONG VOICE:

"I'm the navigator."

-Well, smarty-pants, I thought Highway 95 would take us there.

-There it is.

We just follow this and I'm home.

Would've been faster by turnpike!

'Come on down!

'Barbara Taylor! Come on down!'

That's Miami beach down there. We're almost home.

Alright!

-What's next for you?

-Returning creatures so hungry they could eat a zikzar.

-What?

-Like a hippo with feathers.

Ah-hah. THERE you are.

NOISE OF GAME SHOW IN BACKGROUND

SIRENS WAIL

-Sir, they're on their way up the Florida coastline.

-Step on it.

Can you pinpoint the locations more precisely?

-Is this Ft Lauderdale?

-Yes, but...

Look at this. How are we ever gonna find them?

'What do we have in store for you?

'An exciting trip to CANADA!'

I don't believe this.

Where are they? Come on, Jeff, where's that signal?

It's them!

-I knew Jeff'd make it.

-Ooh, pretty.

Can you see him yet?

Not yet.

-We made it!

-We made it!

-Thanks for the ride. It was fun.

-It was fun for me too, David.

My friends will never believe this.

Oh. They're 20 years old, and I'm 12.

I'd like to take you back to your own time but it's too dangerous.

At least now you'll be safe with your family.

SIRENS WAIL

Look!

What are all those trucks for? Why can't they leave me alone?

-You're afraid they're going to take you away again.

-Yeah.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

NASA OFFICIAL: Attention! Keep your distance from the object.

There may be radiation waves.

-David!

-Wait!

-Keep her back.

He may be in danger. Don't move.

Make a circle behind the boy.

'I think we can isolate him.'

David, come away from the ship.

-Come on!

-Come on, David.

Goodbye, Davie.

-Come away from the ship.

-I'm sorry.

I don't belong here, now. I love you!

Take me with you, Max.

You know I can't take you. It's much too dangerous.

SHOUTS OF PROTEST

-You must stay with your family.

-That IS my family, but not my home.

My home is back in 1978.

If I stay I'll be a guinea pig for the rest of my life.

If you go back in time with me you COULD be vaporised.

I have to take that chance.

-It's very risky. Are you sure, David?

-Yes!

-Let's do it.

-Alright. If that's your decision.

Max?

Will I ever see you again?

I don't know.

-We must start the journey. Hold on.

-I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you, too.

Thanks.

No big deal...Really.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Compliance...Navigator.

Good luck.

CREATURES BABBLE WITH FEAR

CLATTER OF PASSING TRAIN

Hey, David!

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

-Now, watch. You can write your name. J-e-f-f.

-Pretty nifty, huh?

-Oh, Bruzer.

-Wanna try that? Honey, be careful with the dog.

Hi, there.

Oh. Where have you been, young man?

Come on.

-Mom?

-Mm?

-I love you.

Oh!

Why, thank you, sweetheart.

What brought that on?

BRUZER BARKS

Bruzer!

-Are you mad at me?

-No, Jeff. I love you, too.

-< OK.

-So which way are we heading?

-< The Sea Breeze.

-Up the inter-coastal?

-HELEN: Don't you remember?

-Oh, yeah.

Well, we got everything?

Right, gang. Let's go.

FIREWORKS EXPLODE

MAX CHUCKLES

See you later, Navigator!

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