First Men in the Moon

- Well, we're here, Nevsky.

- I see, colonel.

Rice to crew. Transmit touchdown time

and position to mother ship.

Let's look at the environment telemetry.

Only Child to UN One.

Touchdown at 7 hours, 2 minutes,

9 seconds sidereal time.

Latitude 3-7 degrees, 8 minutes,

10 seconds...

- What's it like, Stuart?

- Readings are coming.

UN One to Only Child on H.F.

UN One to Only Child.

How do you read? How do you read?

- Rice on U.H.F. High. Do you read me?

- Loud and clear.

- How was the landing?

- We made it in one piece.

We're putting

the survey team down, colonel.

Sgt. Martin's entering

the escape hatch. Here's Nevsky.

- Set?

- Go, sir.

Roger, Only Child.

Your impact point is right on.

- Read you loud and clear.

- Secure escape hatch.

Your systems look good.

How does it look out the window?

Decontaminate.

The lapse time is 13 plus 10.

This is it, Rice.

- The big event.

- Release outer lock.

Sgt. Andrew Martin,

the farm boy from Indiana...

is the first man

to set foot on the moon.

Congratulations are coming

from all over.

Martin! Stuart!

Well, I didn't put it there.

Hey, colonel, we found something.

You'd better take a look.

And here's something else.

"Claimed for her

Majesty Queen Victoria...

in the year of our Lord, 1899."

- How do we explain it?

- The Kremlin will never believe it.

It's like a summons of some kind.

"Katherine Callender," whoever she is.

They'll never believe it. Never.

Dymchurch.

Get it on the scanner to Earth

before it falls apart.

How am I gonna tell them this?

Queen Victoria.

They'll think I'm nuts.

Rice to Mother ship.

Rice to Mother ship. Urgently request...

UN Space Agency Investigation Team...

proceed at once to Dymchurch, England.

Sgt. Martin is the first man...

You'll see there never was

a Katherine Callender.

You coming, Dr. Tok?

England's a land of eccentrics.

On the moon, for the first time.

I hope.

Dr. Tok from the U. N. Space Agency?

I'm from the Express. Tell me...

1899?

That's a bit before my time, yes.

We keep the records over there.

Katherine Callender, you say?

Is it a birth, a wedding...

or a death?

We just want to know

if she once lived here.

Come this way.

- So some crackpot faked it.

- Why?

To take the frosting off the UN cake.

Mother Empire, still waving the flag.

We'd better start with the births.

Oh, bless my soul, these are the deaths.

Well, you know, it's weddings.

They always affect me.

They do, even now. Look at this stuff.

They never affected me.

Much to my regret.

Here we are, C-A...

Callaghan, Calder...

You did say "Callender"?

- Yes, Katherine Callender.

- There's no record...

of any Katherine Callender

among the births.

- She never existed.

- Address is Cherry Cottage.

Bedford, Bedford... I remember now.

I married her.

From Boston, Massachusetts.

- So there is a Katherine Callender?

- Was. She died some 10 years ago.

- Is Mr. Bedford alive?

- If he wasn't, he'd be in the book.

Over here. Has this

to do with the moon...

Hold it! You were saying, sir?

Mr. Bedford has been in a nursing home

for a long time.

Where is it?

The Limes, outside Dymchurch.

Along Folkstone Road.

Should I let them know you're coming?

- Let's have a picture or something.

- Oh, come on.

- I don't know. Go to Folkstone Road.

- The Limes, the nursing home.

The UN Space Agency?

Well, I hope you're

not wasting your time.

You see, we've had trouble before

with Mr. Bedford's obsessions.

But if you'll follow me,

I'll take you up to his room.

Obsessions?

Sending letters abroad to officials.

Russian Space Agency...

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