Scientists are looking for a man to send up to be the first man on the moon. A man immune to worry, disease and even the common cold. They think they have found him until the impossible happens at Woomera...
Scientists are looking for a man to send up to be the first man on the moon. A man immune to worry, disease and even the common cold. They think they have found him until the impossible happens at Woomera...
Blood:
Married? Are you kidding? I wouldn't touch it. I've got my career to think about. The only reason I'm at the top of my profession is that I have absolute peace of mind. You're married though, aren't you? J.B. Davidson:
Well, yes, as a matter of fact. Blood:
I can always tell. J.B. Davidson:
How? Blood:
Well look at you. Toxic as a crow, sneezing like a maniac, cigarette ash all down your front, nervous, out of breath, you've got married man written across your forehead in big neon letters! J.B. Davidson:
But I'm happily married. Blood:
Ah, she's got you well trained. See more »