Robotech (1985) s01e10 Episode Script

In our last episode BLIND GAME video transmissions from the new Macross Broadcasting System accidentally caught the attention of Breetai, commander of the Zentraedi forces.
Ordering one of the Cyclops scout recon ships to investigate Breetai found the end results were not exactly as planned.
Not only were the Zentraedi spies baffled by what they saw they were almost killed by Lieutenant Rick Hunter who was flying a recon mission on his own at the time.
The spies escaped death, and returned to Breetai with their report.
They were wearing these little military costumes.
And looking at them just gave me this strange feeling I can't explain.
I still believe they were-- You see, sir.
Bron here believes that they just might be weapons-- - They are not weapons.
| - What you think they are? Enough! Be quiet! It's apparent nobody knows what he is talking about.
It's too bad.
The recorder was blown up.
I think we should deploy another reconnaissance ship patrol.
And I believe, it would be advantageous to capture one of them alive, Commander.
- To examine here? | - Yes, Commander.
- No! | - What do you mean no? You mean It's a weapon, I'm telling ya! - Don't get a big mouth.
| - And you get a broad mouth? Stop this at once! All of you! I didn't have anything to do with this, sir.
It was Bron and Rico.
That's because I'm sure that what we saw were enemy weapons, sir.
- And I think he is right.
| - I don't think so.
Because you are an idiot.
Enough for this babbling.
You were given an assignment and you bungled it.
- Now get out.
| - Aye, aye, sir.
We must resolve this and put an end to this bicker.
It's bad for the morale of our men, sir.
You are right.
Your point is well taken.
In that case, I would suggest that we begin to act more aggressively, commander.
I like nothing better than the pressure.
Exedore, I think we should discuss this matter further in my quarters.
The stress of constant battle against the alien forces has taken its toll on SDF-1.
Much of the Robotechnology and space battle fortress is no longer functioning properly.
However Captain Gloval and his crew ve managed to get a radio transmission through to the United Earth Defense Headquarters.
Sir, I'm receiving a priority response signal from Earth Headquarters! So we've finally gotten in through to them, eh? Alright, Lisa, you can punch up the audio for me now.
Yes, sir.
This is Earth Headquarters to SDF-1.
Go head, sir.
Captain Gloval due to the possibility that our security may have been breached and this transmission intercepted by the enemy I can not give you the information you request about our support systems.
ortunately, the enemy forces have been more interested in following you and the SDF-1 than in attacking Earth.
Consequently, you are hereby requested to continue to keep them at bay and not, I repeat, not to return to Earth.
In an attempt to buy more time for us and deplete their energy.
That is all.
So they expected us to be sitting ducks out here.
Oh forgive me, sir.
I am sorry.
Don't apologize.
I understand your feelings.
But they do need us to buy time for them.
What I don't understand is why the enemy didn't jam our communication signal this time, Captain.
They've always tried to block every one of our transmissions before.
Because they are being clever this time and trying to intercept any information they can get.
I hadn't even thought about that, Captain.
That's one more.
All right, man, I think we should join up with the Skull Team now.
- Roger, Lieutenant.
| - I am behind you.
I am losing fuel, sir.
Hey, are you all right, Ben? It looks like you took a hit.
It's nothing, Rick.
Just a scratch.
I'll be OK.
Bridge control, this is Lieutenant Hunter.
Vermillion team is heading back now.
SDF-1 calling Veritech group leader Hunter.
You are not clear to return to base yet.
One my Veritechs has taken a direct hit.
If the plane is not damaged too severely, lieutenant, I would prefer that your group remain in position.
Sir, the damage is really nothing to worry about.
I will be the judge of that.
I 'm the leader, and I am responsible for the safety of my men.
I am bringing the squadron in.
Are you telling me that you're deliberately disobeying instructions? Commander Hayes, you seem to have forgotten what you learned in academy.
There is no atmosphere here in the space.
The smallest damage could prove to be fatal.
And while you might feel perfectly safe gambling with our lives when you are safe and sound on the control desk.
I am not about to put my man in that kind of jeopardy.
Where do you come off giving me a lecture, Lieutenant Hunter? That's enough, Commander Hayes.
This time Lieutenant Hunter just happens to be right.
Now hear this, Vermillion Squadron, you will return to SDF-1 base right away.
- Lieutenant Hunter, you talked too much.
| - Whatever you say, sir.
I've been ordered to fire a warning shot across the bow of SDF-1.
That sounds to me like one of Exedore's crazy ideas.
Yes, you happen to be right.
This usually leaves a great deal to be desired.
I am planning something else.
Something a little big more effective than what that fool has in mind.
Don't you think you'll be walking into trouble, though? I am not scared of him.
Besides, what I have in mind would appear to be quite accidental.
What? If I want to fire the warning shot right there just high enough over the deck of it, it might happen to hit the radar tower.
Yeah! And if we blow their radar tower out, that would really be-- A far more effective threat than a warning shot.
I think I'm being stood up.
Well hello there, Lieutenant Hunter.
Who are you waiting for? - Well, I, err-- | - Do you have date? - Well, maybe.
| - Been waiting long? No.
I've only been here a couple of minutes.
Sure! Is she really beautiful? You bet.
Beautiful isn't the word.
Oh, well.
Is she any prettier than we are? It wouldn't polite to make comparisons.
- I guess she is beautiful then.
| - Well, in that case I am not included.
Oh yes you are.
We unattached girls got to stay together.
Paging Lieutenant Rick Hunter, paging Lieutenant Rick Hunter.
Message for Lieutenant Rick Hunter.
- Are you Lieutenant Rick Hunter? | - No.
Hey! I am Rick Hunter.
Over here! Thank you.
- You have a telephone call, Lieutenant Rick Hunter.
| - All right.
Thank you.
Lieutenant Rick Hunter here.
Please go head.
- I want to apologize.
| - You said you'd be here by one.
What's going on, Minmei.
Sammie, isn't her face familiar to you? It's Minmei, the one who was crowned Miss Macross.
Well, it's just that my singing lessons were set back an hour and I am afraid I cannot make it.
You haven't had much time for me at all since you won the contest and became a celebrity.
Does this mean you are gonna be taking singing lessons everyday? I can't help it, Rick.
I may have to.
Because now they've decided they want to do a recording session with me.
It sounds like you're making a career out of this thing, Minmei.
Minmei, we have more important things to do than talking the telephone.
Now let's get started.
Rick, I really have to begin my rehearsal now.
Good bye! Wait-- Khyron's squadron is now taking up its position.
All guns are being ready.
It will commence firing in ten seconds.
10 9, 8, 7, 6 5, 4, 3 2, 1.
Fire! Sir, the planet Pamir has been destroyed.
It looks like the enemy is conducted some kind of weapons test.
All systems on yellow alert, Claudia.
Yes, Captain.
All systems have been set on yellow alert.
Set out the barrier at max defense strength, and make sure all shields up.
What's going on? Another bombardment approaching.
Look out, Minmei, the piano! - Now, you may proceed.
| - We are now moving the destroyer to firing position.
Destroyer aiming at enemy's radar tower as ordered.
What?! Strange, Captain.
The enemy ship seems to be deliberately firing over our bow.
I guess they are going to fire a warning shot and hope of terrifying us.
Get them now! No! - We will be hit, sir! | - What?! Is it over yet? I thought they have stopped firing? What the world, what's that, Lisa? Captain, my scope shows huge fragments of the planetoid coming at us.
Captain, I just received our radar report.
They say it would take at least five hours for us to pass through the shower of meteoroid fragments.
All right, Vanessa.
Let's look at it on the wide range radar.
Yes, sir.
Oh, the wide range radar doesn't seem to be working, sir.
What?! It is fortunate they were able to survive.
And it is with no thanks to Khyron.
He went too far this time.
That's all right.
It turns out to the best because now our next step will be easier.
Well, you may be right.
However, I am curious.
Will they continue to fight without radar? Recon pods and Tarantulas move out.
Nushrada assault group point 3 and 7 nil.
Asbestos assault group .
4 and 10 nil.
Command sequence 3-5-0.
All assault groups should be ready in the position in 12 nil.
- Has the encoding been completed yet? | - Just one moment.
Yes, sir, we have all done! We can transmit anytime.
Very well.
Once the mecha are in position send the message.
Yes, sir.
Oh, no! That's Lieutenant Rick Hunter's Battloid, isn't it! And the smallest damage could prove to be fatal.
nd while you might feel perfectly safe gambling with our lives when you are safe and sound on your control desk I am not about to put my man in that kind of jeopardy.
Lisa! Lisa, are you all right? I am fine.
I was just daydreaming.
That's all.
I have to admit Rick was right.
I can't make out this strange code.
Hey, Kim, I am receiving some kind of really weird transmission.
Probably a tele-signal from Earth Defense Headquarters with coded message for Captain Gloval.
But the source of this transmission doesn't seem to be Earth.
What's the problem? Oh, well, I am receiving a communication, but I am not sure if it's coming from the earth.
Well, Sammie.
I suggest that we listening to it then.
Yes, sir.
In the name of the Zentraedi forces, I order you to surrender.
The last attack on your ship was a warning of what we will do.
You cannot escape.
If you wish to live, you must surrender at once.
It's a transmission from the Aliens.
We repeat! In the name of the Zentraedi forces, I order you to surrender.
Enough.
Stop it.
I must admit it's truly amazing.
They destroy our radar and they within a minute speak to us in our own language.
I want you to keep monitoring them constantly, Claudia.
What answer are we going to give them, Captain? We'll just ignore their transmission, the reply is unwarranted.
Their threats are insulting! Think, Henry, think.
But what do you think the aliens are going to do, sir? It seems obvious to me that they would begin a new offensive bombardment soon.
Lisa, you are going on recon duty.
And I'll assign a VT cover squadron to escort you.
- But, Captain-- | - Lisa! Ironic, isn't it, Commander? That I was chosen to a fly cover for you? It really is.
But I think we can handle it.
So they've taken the bait.
Now to move.
Attack now! - They are mauling a surprise attack against us.
| - Ben, do not pursue.
Why not? Just let me get them.
- Our mission is to guard the Cat's-eye.
| - Yes, sir.
Lieutenant, I've got 4 enemy pods at 4 o'clock.
Roger.
Ben, you stay and fly cover for the Cat's-eye.
Max and I will take out the enemy pods.
Don't leave me behind, lieutenant.
I'll be fine.
All of you go.
I don't believe it's safe for you without a guard, Commander Hayes.
I can protect myself.
Now move out.
I am giving you a direct order.
Do you understand? All right, Max, Ben.
You follow me.
Captain, the Cat's-eye is beginning to make its probe, sir.
- And what do you detect? | - Well it's difficult to see because of all the planetary fragments that are still blocking our scanner, sir.
- Change coordinates.
| - Changing, commander.
I think these characters were hiding play for kids, lieutenant.
Do we have a battle plan for this sort of situation? We are going to pull back and resume our protection of the Cat's-eye.
I guess the worst is over.
Wait a minute, that's too big to be a planetary fragment.
Be careful.
The enemy recon vessel has been hit by fragments.
All survivors are to be captured, but none of them to be harmed.
Cat's-eye? Commander Hayes? This Vermillion leader, please report your position.
Commander Hayes, report your position! The enemy survivors have been captured.
They are now being brought aboard on the lower deck.
Lieutenant Hunter, you mustn't worry about me.
You better get out of here, now.
All right, Ben, let's try to hit them from below.
Lieutenant Hunter, it looks like I'm almost completely out of ammunition.
I am running low, too, sir.
Lieutenant Hunter, Do you realize you are disobeying my orders? There is no time for protocol, commander.
Watch out.
Micronians have broken into the lower deck holding area and attempting to rescue the captives.
Wait for me! - Oh, looks like that's it for my ammo, Lieutenant.
| - Me, too, sir.
All right.
I'll take Commander Hayes and we'll make a break for it.
Commander Hayes, run, fast! He is unbelievable.
Hey, Ben, fire you missiles on 12 o'clock.
- What for? | - Never mind what for.
Just do it! OK.
Lisa! I've got you, Commander.
Hold on! Lieutenant, what do we do now? Try to burn into the airlock with your lasers.
But you have to do it quickly.
They will return any second now.
- All right, lieutenant, move it! | - Yes, sir, ma'am.
Do you think I can get down now? You can admire me later.
Oh, yes, sure.
There you go.
Looks like our group leader gets a little weak in knees around Commander Hayes.
I noticed.
Lieutenant Hunter, my lasers are overheating.
All right, you and Ben change places.
See if that'll help.
I just hope this works and we would get out of here alive.
Look out, Rick! Rick Hunter, Lisa Hayes and Ben Dixon are captured and brought before the supreme leader of the Zentraedi civilization.
Helpless prisoners, they witness the awesome power and destructive capability of their alien adversaries.
They were thus for "First Contact" the next thrilling episode of Robotech.