All language subtitles for Raumpatrouille Orion [1966] 3 - Hüter des Gesetzes.english

What sounds like a fairy tale today,
may be tomorrow's reality.

Here's a fairy tale from
the day after tomorrow.

There are no more nations.

Only humanity and its
colonies in space.

Distant stars have been settled.

The ocean beds are inhabited.

Space ships cross the galaxy
at unimaginable speeds.

One such ship is the Orion.

A small link in a great chain of
defense against threats from space.

Let's join Orion and her crew

on patrol at the
edges of infinity...

3. Guardians of the Law

The robots of the Alpha-CO series
are laborers or soldiers.

They are controlled by programs
and the three laws of robotics.

May I have your attention,
please!

You expect that an expert
is always at hand

to remember all the laws of
robotics that you've forgotten.

But what if the expert
fails to show up?

You're at the mercy of robots if
the program goes out of control.

What a show-off.

Remember Alpha 21?

A group of robots
damming up water.

They went on until the
entire colony drowned,

and in the absence of the expert,
no one knew how to change the program.

You simply delete
one of the tracks...

Too bad you weren't
there to fix it.

Please pay attention!

Once more:

The robots of the Alpha-CO series
are laborers and soldiers

which are controlled by programs
and the three laws of robotics.

The laws of robotics
are important.

The first law:

A robot must never
kill a human.

That's nice to know.

Even though they think logically,
their brains may get out of sync.

Here's an average
worker robot.

We've introduced a minor error
for the purpose of demonstration.

The tapes are in disorder.
It's like a cybernetic neurosis.

It's standing paralyzed
on a magnetic platform.

The second robot is normal.

ZR 3184,

approach the control panel!

Stop!

ZR 3184,

approach the control panel!

Switch off the platform
for RX 2714!

RX 2714, stop!

RX 2714, stop!

- Now let's see what you know!
- Afraid of a robot?

The built-in controls

allows adjustment of
the basic reflexes.

Watch closely how to correct
the magnetic tapes!

Pay attention for your
own sake! Alright...

Commander, you're wanted
by the Space Patrol.

It's urgent!

The executives have a very limited
vocabulary. "Urgent, secret, important!"

Come on guys!

Even a minor change of the tapes
can cause severe damage.

Careful, or your
eyes may fall out!

Don't we have blinders
for him?

No, but the entire female corps
will be replaced by robots.

Including yourself?

Didn't you know I'm
an epsilon android?

Watch it, or I'll take you
apart to see what's wrong!

Commander McLane!

Urgent orders from the general.

Can't I even see him?

He's at an intergalactic
staff meeting.

You'll have to make do
with Spring-Brauner.

Oh my goodness.
Not that bootlicker.

- So where are we going?
- For you: The Horse Head Nebula.

Thanks! But you're only
going to sector 12-M-8.

For what purpose? I thought
we were here to take training.

Collection of space probes
with astrophysical data.

And don't forget to call
back when you're there.

I'll call on you
when we get back.

Please do, Commander.
Have a nice trip!

I second that!

Typical!

Don't you think I know who came
up with this stupid mission?

It's a job for cadettes.

Major, you've been demoted
to patrol duty.

You can't complain.

Now, you'll have
to excuse me.

Base 104,

Orion 8 ready for launch.

Countdown minus 180.

At minus 150, blockage
of Sirius 12 and Erida 8.

Clear the base!

Orion 8, once you're space
born follow the route

Earth Orbital Station 1 -
Jupiter 1 - Hyperion 29.

Earth Station 4 to satellite 166
via lightwave:

Orion passing through
sector 47-2-32.

Jupiter 1 to Mars relay A1.

Orion leaving the control area.

No deviation.

Commander to engineering:
Engines off!

Understood!

- And come up here, Hasso!
- Will do!

We're at our destination.

Relative velocity 0.

Captain's log:

Orion at destination. Generators
and engines off-line.

You look pale.

- Since when do you care about
my health? - I'm sincere.

There are our targets.

Let's get it over with!

Next time, let's transport
garbage!

We're going to extract data
from 16 probes.

Atan and Helga go first.
Probes 1 through 8.

Launch channel 1! You'll
be out there for 19 hours.

Hasso, float shaft 1!

Mario, check zenith-distance and
approach trajectory for shuttle 1!

Commander, let me go out
there and help out too!

- Do you have experience?
- No, but...

There you go.

Go to bed!
That's an order.

Cliff -

- Something's out there: 18-M-106.
- Detectors on!

Looks like an old
cargo-ship.

Wish them a pleasant journey!

Then go to bed!
You're on in 19 hours.

- Cliff, shuttle 1 ready.
- Away with it!

I'm coming, I'm coming...

Cliff, the unknown
ship hails us.

Hello Orion, hello Orion.
Calling the Orion!

Orion here, we read you.

This is the officer on duty
aboard the freighter Sik 12.

My commander wishes
to speak to you.

Please turn on your screen!

Commander McLane here.
Who's your boss?

Commodore Ruyter.

Really? Ruyter?

I served under him
as an ensign.

That's a long time ago.

I bet you're too good for us.

Hello Commodore,
what a surprise!

Cliff, my boy, I sure was
lucky to find you.

We've got to talk.

I transport ore from Pallas
to Earth - germanicum.

Four trips a year.
Secret of course.

- Lovely job.
- Don't mention it!

On Pallas there are 70 colonists
and 21 robots.

Landing is too difficult

so they simply launch the ore
in rockets that we pick up.

Guess what was in the rockets
when we got back to Earth?

Spoils and waste.
Not a single grain of ore.

Imagine the reaction
at Space Command.

What could I have done?

I had no contact with the colony.
It was the second time around.

In the past they used to come
up to the ship to say hello.

- Do you understand?
- I do.

We didn't see them
this time either!

But the rockets arrive
on schedule?

Yes, with absolute
precision.

But we can't make contact.

Strange.

To say the least.

Naturally, I've filed a report.

But the bureaucrats only care
about the transport as such.

I assume we've got a shipment
of waste once more.

Take a look!

Can't do.

The rockets are magnetically
attached to the hull.

Unlike you, we're not equipped
for space-walks.

How can I help?

In the old days, you'd already
be on your way to Pallas!

Alright, Commodore. I'll take
care of it. Over and out!

Call Helga and Atan
and brief them!

We'll make a detour to Pallas.

And inform our lady
from Secret Service!

With pleasure!

You're always up to mischief.

- Now listen...
- No!

My job is to see to it that
you stick to the rules.

I've had enough!

I'll report you if you
leave your position.

People may be in
danger on Pallas.

That's the responsibility
of Space Command.

Space Command doesn't seem
to be interested.

Disciplinary actions will
be taken if they find out

that we're no longer
in sector 12-M-8.

Not a bad idea!

Orion calling shuttle 1.

Yes, what's up?

Greetings from Laurin!

OK, will do!

No one will notice anything!
One moment. Hasso?

Greetings from Laurin!

We'll do a little trick.

Shubashi will use the shuttle
to set up a forcefield

the size of our ship,
a so called Laurin.

All sensors will record our
presence in sector 12-M-8.

- That's fraud.
- Yes it is.

- Hello Orion?
- Yes.

Laurin's up!

Great! Thanks, Atan!

Just don't get caught!
I don't fancy a new commander.

Don't worry! We'll be
back within 12 hours.

Commander to engineering,
full speed ahead!

Try again! We must get
in touch with the Orion!

I'm doing my best.

Mars relay A1 is in constant
connection with training fleet 18.

Trying via Hyperion 29...

Less talk! It's an alpha
order for McLane.

Abort mission and
return to Earth!

Hyperion 29 here,

satellite 116 has ordered
a response from the Orion.

No response!

Nothing but trouble with McLane.
He's been ordered to return.

If he's left the sector, he'll
be charged. Enough is enough!

Yes, but he's on the sensors.

The scans can't be wrong.

Orion stands still at RS18
and 12 in the satellite field.

Mario, call them!
We're approaching Pallas.

Orion 8 calling Pallas!

Orion 8 calling Pallas!

Pallas come in!

Orion 8 under Commander
McLane calling Pallas!

Pallas come in!

They must be asleep.

Or drunk.

Pallas come in!

Pallas come in!

Hello Pallas,

requesting landing coordinates
and a guide beam!

Calculate the orbit,
we'll do some loops!

Sooner or later they
must respond.

Orion 8 calling Pallas!

Orion 8 calling Pallas!

Pallas, why don't you respond?

Never mind, Mario.
We'll land on our own.

Is an unassisted landing
more difficult?

Only more intricate.

Engineering,
impulse down to 6!

Mario, altitude and velocity!

Altitude 93,000.

Velocity 1739.

Alright, down we go.

- Listen closely!
- I always do.

I don't know what's
going on.

But the Orion must be on stand by while
we're looking for the colonists.

How long can you keep
the converters idling?

18 hours. Any longer and
they go up in smoke.

No more?

Only five minutes more will
melt down the crystals.

- But 18 is safe?
- No 16 - by the book.

- 18 it is.
- You're the boss.

- Ugh, it's raining.
- Yes, don't be a ninny!

Don't they have weather control?

Yes, but who knows
what's going on.

A large station and a hearty
welcome, right?

- You might say that.
- What did you expect?

At least a welcoming committee.

A red carpet around the ship.

Two large laurels,
a curtsying flower-girl.

And a singing choir.

Are you finished, Mario?

No, but I'll shut up for you.

Calling Pallas HQ.

This is Commander McLane
of the Orion.

We've just landed. Please
let us into your tunnels!

Commander McLane calling
Pallas HQ. Do you read?

Nothing.

Hello! Pallas HQ!

This is Commander McLane of
the Orion. We've just landed.

Please let us into
your tunnels!

Not a squeak.

- May I try?
- Can you do better?

Maybe they'll listen to
the voice of a siren.

OK, I'll shut up. But where
did Ruyter's rockets come from?

Someone must have turned on
the positioning controls.

- Let's investigate.
- We can't even find the entrance.

We're not going for a walk
in this weather?

We are. You'll have
to cheer up,

instead of worrying about
your hairdo. Come on!

You'll search within 500 meters
on this side.

The entrance can't
be far away.

- Come along! - Who stays here?
- No one, why?

- That's against regulation.
- Which one?

Paragraph 28, section 2B.

What a brilliant memory!
What does it say?

At makeshift landing bases, engines
and armory must be constantly manned.

Right. It's your duty
to point that out.

Now, let's forget about that
and do what we must.

My job is to see that you
abide by the rules.

Yes, I know.

I'm alive today only because
of my bad memory for paragraphs.

You can say that to General
Wamsler or Colonel Villa!

So who stays at the ship?

By the book: Sigbj�rnson,
de Monti and me.

And you go looking
for the colonists.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Like I said.

What shall I tell your superiors
when you don't come back?

Are you putting me on?

The ship's on standby.

No one can access it.

Why guard it?

In case of an emergency
I'll need you all.

- Cliff, we've found the entrance!
- I'm coming!

But you may stay in compliance
with paragraph 28, section 2B.

Mario. Hasso.

- Hello?
- Is anybody home?

Hello?

Something's not right.

Perhaps they are playing
a trick on us?

Hide and seek?

Beta. YX minus 700.

Gamma. AZ minus 6000.

YX minus 700.
Gamma A 1000.

Solar storm 97,000 and rising.

The daily diagnostics.

Always the same.

Hello!

Where are you?

Someone must have turned
on the diagnostics.

It can run unattended
for months.

Looks like a disaster area.

Do you see any debris? Well?
Everything seems alright.

Perhaps they are
away on business.

We'll find them.

Shouldn't we inform
Space Command?

Why? Are you scared?

Looks good.
Runs on automatic.

Everything works alright.
Oxygen supply normal.

But someone must supervise
the machinery.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

- Did anyone exit?
- No.

- Or enter?
- Neither.

Perhaps they are all
buried down there.

We'll go down when the
elevator comes back.

Cliff, it's insane to enter
a remotely controlled elevator.

It can only go down.

I recommend that we wait.

Now! Get in!

Androids, C-robots.

What are they doing up here?
They should be working in the mine.

And where are the colonists?

A mutiny by the robots?
That's unheard of.

Tamara, stand back! Hasso, Mario,
shoot when the door opens!

Just aim for their heads.

Remember that they are machines.

But they don't take
orders anymore.

Robots can understand 2,000 commands
and perform 1,000 simple functions.

But they have no self-confidence.
Reacting by logic, not reason.

Watch out!

Halt, don't shoot!

Drop your weapons,
it's of no use.

He's right, Cliff.

Listen - my name is McLane.

- Commander McLane?
- Yes.

Have they been destroyed?

Easy!
What's happened?

I'm Richard Hall. We've been here
on Pallas for more than two years.

Initially all went well,
and the robots did their job.

We settled in, sent the
robots down in the mine,

and a few months later, the first
ore-carrying rockets were in orbit.

- Then came the shooting.
- Humans against robots?

No, the robots worked flawlessly.
It was humans. Two people killed.

And the motive?

A man by the name of Forrester
smuggled Euphorine.

Drugs. That's the motive.

- And?
- One month later...

You must understand that
I'm in charge here.

Forrester and his people
wouldn't work anymore.

And I'm responsible.

I had an argument
with Forrester.

The revolt that followed forced me
to shoot Forrester and his companion.

I had no choice.

And suddenly the robots
rose against us.

- Where did you shoot the men?
- Here, in the mine.

And the robots watched?
That's the explanation.

The first law of robotics!

A robot may never kill,
but must preserve human life.

And to prevent further damage,
the robots took command.

Yes. Since that day we work
under the supervision of robots.

Haven't you tried
to make contact?

Yes, but how?

We put notes under the ore.

The ore never arrived.
Only waste.

Then we'll stay here
till we die.

Go back to work, or they
will come down here again.

- Do they force you to work?
- Precisely.

And it seems to work.

Sounds like a fairy tale -
robots as guardians of the law.

So you have no idea?

It's the second time your
transport is full of waste,

and you don't know why?

- Do you want us to believe that?
- I don't care what you believe.

I take offense that you treat
me and my crew like criminals.

Your words, not mine.

I can see that you're
making me your scapegoat.

Yes, why not?

Here's a nice little compilation
of your starfleet career.

What about the ship on Hermes 4?

Just an old pile of junk
that nobody cared about.

But accusing me of embezzling
two transports is gross slander.

General Wamsler from Space Patrol
wishes to speak to the director.

What's this supposed to mean?

Why wasn't I informed?

He belongs to my jurisdiction,
so I'm in charge. Understood?

General, what gives us the honor?
Nothing unpleasant, I hope?

The overstepping of authority
must cease.

Ruyter is one of my most
reliable officers.

I didn't know that you would
personally deal with such trifles.

It's only about two lost shipments.
Why all the fuss?

It's a matter of principle.

As you know, General,
the space fleet should not

investigate the mistakes
of its own officers.

What mistakes?
I haven't done anything wrong.

So you say that the colonists
keep the ore for themselves,

or that they don't know the
difference between ore and waste?

No, I only know that something's
wrong on Pallas.

The colonists seems
to have left.

Why then do the rockets
arrive on schedule?

What do I know?

Robots extract
the ore on Pallas.

The colonists don't
even touch it.

So the robots are
malfunctioning?

Humans make mistakes,
robots don't.

And that's a trait of the robot?

On the contrary: It's a
trait of the human.

The human is controlled by her
traits, the robot by its brain.

Which we can control.

Don't tell me that a computer
can't break down.

Of course it can,

but out of two possibilities:

Computer error
or the human factor,

the latter seems more likely.

I really wish that your faith in
machinery will one day be broken.

Be careful what you wish for.

Our entire society and safety
depends on robots.

I know. I wasn't born yesterday.

Thinking about that doesn't
exactly make me overjoyed.

And concerning the waste:

It will soon be cleared up.

McLane is around.
I'll put him on the case.

They are looking for McLane
like a needle in a haystack.

His energy field registers,
but he doesn't respond.

An old trick.

"Greetings from Laurin!"

I'll deal with him...

- General?
- Yes?

Never mind.

That would never have
happened with a robot.

Shuttle 1 calling Orion!

Why don't you respond?

Hello Orion! Orion!

Shuttle 1 here, Helga Legrelle.

Cliff, where are you?

Cliff!

No response, Atan.

- No response for two hours.
- Easy!

- They may be in trouble.
- Stop imagining things!

If there's someone aboard,
they would respond.

Then there's no one aboard.

They wouldn't leave
the ship unmanned.

I'm sure they
have a good time.

Nice walks, a picnic.
What do I know?

What if they've been
taken by force... ?

Sweetheart, you're showing
signs of space madness.

I'm afraid, Atan.

Is there a chance, Cliff?

It depends on how much
time we've got.

Time for what?

For thinking.

Do you think that helps?

It's the only way.

Tamara, you know most
about cybernetics.

What goes on in the
minds of the robots?

Programming errors.
Codes in disorder.

Can the robots change
their own programs?

They seem to have forgotten
their instructions.

- How so?
- I don't know, but...

- Do they follow orders at all?
- Not exactly...

- Or do they do the opposite?
- Yes, that's it.

Wait a moment, now I know.

They sent waste instead
of ore, didn't they?

And they are not allowed to
carry arms, but they do.

Humans do the work of robots.

Yes. The robots should obey us,
but it's the other way around.

Their memories are upside down.

- How could that be?
- There's only one explanation.

They've been given
conflicting orders.

The entire program consists of
zeros and ones, "yes" and "no".

Conflicting impulses may
reverse the entire system.

Probably during the shooting.

The first and second laws of
robotics at the same time.

The first law, preserve human life

could only be fulfilled by
breaking the second law.

That's why we must reprogram
them. Can you do that, Tamara?

- Don't you have an on-site expert?
- That was Forrester.

Wonderful.

No one can get close
to them anyway.

Sure. The reversal.

When do they come down here?

Irregularly. Some days
we don't see them at all.

We can take advantage of
their behavior.

If we turn off the equipment,
they will come to check.

- Excellent. Is there a narrow passage?
- Yes, at the first crossing.

Gather your men there! Then we turn
off the equipment to draw the robots.

Once the robots are here,
we'll blow up the ceiling.

The robots must not be crushed.

They must only be immobilized
so that we can reprogram them.

- That's enough. There's no reply.
- What do we do now?

The Laurin draws more power
than we can generate.

We have enough spare power.

That's what you think.
Only 20% is left.

I trust Cliff. He'll be
here within 2 hours.

That's what he said.

- He always keeps his word.
- Perhaps he can't make it.

He always takes risks.

They may have fallen
into a trap.

There are only colonists
and robots on Pallas.

Perhaps he needs help.

Let's turn off the Laurin
and go to Pallas!

- We'll wait.
- For how long?

We'll be out of power before
you've made up your mind.

The Laurin will collapse
and take us with it.

We'll vanish without a trace.

How much left?

8 percent.

You're killing us!

We'll wait.

Wait for my sign!

- Everybody in cover?
- Yes.

The pressure wave will run
through the main tunnel.

If we succeed, what commands
should we install?

Something to stop your
stupid questions.

They are coming!

What did Rott say when he
opened that crazy robot?

"Just a minor change of tapes
will correct the problem."

Yes, but how?

- It was a Y-setting.
- But which one?

One mistake, and the robots will go
berserk. Don't you remember more?

Wasn't it Y18?

If so, did he reset
it to 17 or 19?

That's where we left.

If it was Y18, then Y17
must be the normal position.

Or Y19, and then it
goes mad at 17.

They are coming!

Take cover!

Now!

Get going!

It worked. Stay where you are!

Open the latch! That breaks its
connection with the other robots.

Do you see the switches
at the top?

The blue one is Y18.

- Do you have it?
- Yes, and then?

- It must be reset.
- But to which position?

Y17 or 19, you decide.

17! If I'm wrong,
we'll all be wasted.

Thanks.

- When will the general arrive?
- At midnight.

I'm finished.

Why can't we reach
the Orion?

We've asked Commodore Ruyter.

He says that he's had radio
contact with the Orion.

Orion wished him a
happy journey.

We should be able to
reach McLane too.

Yes, we should.

You didn't expect all that trouble
because of McLane, did you?

He won't get away.

Perhaps a rescue mission?
In space sector 20-L-34,

there's the training fleet 18
that can be put to use.

- They will find McLane.
- No, for the love of God!

The fleet encompasses 22 battleships,
40 cruisers and 133 lesser ships.

It's your only hope
to find McLane.

Alright, then.

I don't have much choice.

- Contact fleet 18!
- Will do.

They will soon be back.

- Do you think we made it?
- No idea.

God knows how they
will behave.

They are coming!

- Are your men ready, Hall?
- Yes, Major.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Let's go up!

Quickly! No one
must get away.

Hurry up!

How much power left?

7 percent.

We'll have to turn
off the Laurin.

It's of no use.
It's too late.

Turn it off anyway,
or the shields will collapse.

- The heat's unbearable.
- Yes, be quiet.

- How long will the shields hold up?
- Until Cliff picks us up!

Hello? Orion?

Here's shuttle 1.

Hello? Orion?

Atan Shubashi to the log.

Our entire energy reserve
has been depleted.

Our shields deteriorate
due to cosmic radiation.

Lieutenant Legrelle is unconscious.

We've got no radio contact
with the Orion.

Commander McLane doesn't respond.

End.

We've got a lot to tell
when we get back.

- They'll never believe us.
- Especially Atan.

And neither will Lieutenant
Legrelle, since I was there.

- The ladies are really friendly.
- Long as they do their job.

Don't know what we would
have done without you.

Was that a compliment?

I don't believe my ears.

Cliff, shouldn't we
go to hyperspace?

No, Hasso. Locator beam forward! Reduce
force field! We'll soon be there.

Satellite area visible.

Shubashi hails us!

Positioning!
Speed adaptation!

- Propulsion off!
- Will do, Major!

- Open the locks!
- Locks open!

Commander to engineering:
Ready to take over!

Cliff, Cliff...

I can hear you. I can see you.

- Is that really you?
- Why? What did you think?

Is something wrong?

Atan, positioning!

What's wrong, Atan?
What's happened?

Say something!

- Take care of Helga!
- Is she unconscious?

The shuttle is on board.

Helga is unconscious!

We need Mario to help
carry her inside.

- And Atan...
- Hurry up!

We're coming!

Don't worry, we made it.

Fools. Fools.

You're right.

Don't think that we've had a
good time at your expense.

You're fools.

It's OK, Atan.

Easy, I agree.

What's happened?

He thinks we're fools,
and I agree.

- Is that all you know?
- He hasn't told me anymore.

Take Helga to the bridge!

Tamara will take care of her.
Then come back here!

Now tell me what's happened!

Out of oxygen?

Shields failing?

We ran out of power.

The Laurin, I forgot.

Us too.

We wouldn't have made
it another second.

Didn't you switch
off the Laurin?

That wasn't our orders.

You're not a kid. You know what
to do when things get rough.

Just throw the blame on us.
Only ashes would have been left.

Burned up by the radiation.

Why did you keep the Laurin?

We tried to hail you.

You were gone, and evidently you
couldn't reach us either.

Sometimes you must act
on your own to survive.

Do you think we were much
better off on Pallas?

Why didn't anyone stay on board?

Here we go again.

Yes, we might have been killed!

You were so self-absorbed
that you forgot about us.

Listen to that whiner!

- It's not funny.
- Not the least.

Stop your squabbling!

Babies cry too, but first
they get spanked.

You should get a good spanking
for such nonsense.

Nothing wrong with detours,
but this time you went too far.

You're right, Atan, but we couldn't
anticipate the problems on Pallas.

Hasso, tend to your engines!

Can you walk to the bridge?

Yes. Just walk on!

Come on! It's too
late to play hero.

Do you feel better?

Fairly well.

Was it rough?

I didn't feel anything.

- Atan wouldn't do anything.
- Good thing I didn't listen to you.

Stop your squabbling!

Turn on the autopilot
and come up here!

- I'm coming.
- Thanks.

Atan, pour us a drink!

We've deserved that.

Hasso, come on!

What do we drink to?

To the robots and to Y17.

Here's to Laurin!

And to neglected space probes!

If Wamsler finds out
where we've been...

We're in demand.

At least 8 stations hail us.

Calling the Orion,
Commander McLane!

Calling the Orion,
Commander McLane!

Yes, Orion and McLane here.

We've been trying to reach
you for more than 20 hours.

- I can't believe it's really you.
- I don't understand.

We've been calling
you for 20 hours.

We haven't noticed any problems.

I'm not here.

The staff of defense and Space
Command have been very worried.

Did you say worried?

I did, Commander.

The entire training fleet is
on its way searching for you.

Why all the fuss?

To our shame we must admit that
Space Patrol has given wrong orders.

The mission wasn't for the Orion,
but for the training ship Arion.

What's the occasion, McLane?
I'd really like to know.

Nothing special.

Quite a feast
for no occasion.

Lieutenant Jagellovsk?
Don't you have anything to report?

No.

Something you haven't
told Secret Service?

Can't think of anything.

Great. Then you haven't
said too much.

Don't give yourself away!

Who was responsible for
the incorrect order?

- Do you really want to know?
- Is it a secret?

You'll like it.

Spring-Brauner.

Cliff, let's invite him!
I'm sure he'd like that.

- A brilliant idea!
- He's away on a mission.

Now have a good rest!

Do you know your next mission?

No, General.

Orion leaves on the day
after tomorrow.

You're going to bring 40 C-robots
to the Venus colony.

We can refuse to do that.

On what grounds?

The ships of the Space Patrol
aren't approved for transports.

I can apply for
an injunction.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Good connections must
be put to use.

Does Laurin ring a bell?

In what context?

Greetings from Laurin!

Oh, yes we've heard of that.

We'll be happy to carry
out the transport.

Thanks for your offer, Lieutenant,
but I don't mind robots.

Here's to the tin-men!