T-minus ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...
four, three, two, one, zero.
Ignition.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, fiive, four, three, two, one!
- Blast off! - Guys, guys, please, wait! Please!
This is very risky stuff here, and I'm a highly trained professional astronaut.
- Here you go. - Now, Uncle Phil will launch another rocket...
just as soon as he completes his fuel intake.
Thanks, darlin'.
Now, you know, it takes six monthsjust to reach Mars.
Then a year on the surface, six months back. It's, like, two years, you know?
Anyway, guess what I'm tryin' to say here is that, um...
you know, this bein' my last night on Earth and everything...
this could be a very, uh, precious memory for me.
Nice try.
- William, get that thing out ofyour nose. - But I like it.
- Don't you talk back to Mommy. - There you are.
- Hey, Woody. - Yeah?
Our Mars One crew won't be heading back to Earth...
till ten days afteryou guys land at our base camp with Mars Two.
- Uh-huh. - Oh, thankyou, Renee.
That's a pretty good long rendezvous, don't you think?
- What are you suggesting, Sergei? - I think maybe you should bring a baseball bat.
- Yes, we will play American baseball on Mars, our two crews. - Oh, please.
- We could have ourselves a little solar system series. - Halfyou guys are foreigners.
- We'd crush you. - No, no, no, because we have equal crews.
We have three men, one woman. Same handicap.
Easy now. That's my wife you're talking about...
and Terri just happens to be one hell ofa shortstop.
Fast pitch, no steals, batter calls his own strikes.
- Thousand bucks make it interesting? - Oh, winner take all.
Good. You bring the balls.
You know the best thing about our mission?
On Mars Two, technically, I outrank her, so for the fii rst time in our marriage...
she's gonna have to do everything I say, right, honey?
- Yes, honey. - Yes, honey, sir...
with a little salute helps.
- Yes, honey, sir. - Yeah, I like it. It's good.
- Take that corn up there, all right? - Yes, sir.
I'm not sure how I feel about NASA allowing couples...
to go on this type of mission together.
Well, nothin' personal, Terri. I mean--
It-- It'sjust that it's, uh-- It's a funny feelin' for those of us stayin' behind.
Yes, but you know that all the research shows that marriage will provide...
stability on these long duration trips.
Then they haven't studied some ofthe couples I've known.
Luke. Come on, baby. He's not comin'.
This isn't right. I mean,Jim deserves this too.
- All of his friends are here. - I know.
- It's my last night here. - Hey!
It's your last night with us too.
- I know. I'm sorry, baby. - Mm-hmm.
- I love you, Deb. - I love you too.
Maybe you should spend some time with Bobby.
- Yeah, where is he? - Up in his fort.
- Oh. Okay. - Millions of miles away.
Deep space.
So lonesome, so cold.
So lame, Nick.
Knock, knock.
Bobby?
Your friends are out there playin'. What are you doin' up here?
Who's gonna read to me now at bedtime?
Your mother will.
But I like when you do it.
- Now we're never gonna fii nish our book. - Bobby.
Listen, I've been thinkin' about that too, okay?
And what I fii gured out was--
How about if I bring along my own copy?
And then every night wherever I am I'll read a little bit more of it.
And you and Mommy, you can read a little bit more of it whereveryou are.
And it'll be kind of like we're reading it together.
'Cause, hey, I don't know about you, but I'm kind ofanxious...
to fii nd out how old Ben Gunn got marooned on that island.
- You think that's a good idea? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Okay.
Well, we were afraid you wouldn't come.
- I caught a whiff ofyour barbecue. - Oh.
- After that-- - Yeah?
I was, uh, helpless.
All the way out in Galveston?
- Somethin' like that. - Mmm!
It's his night, Deb. I didn't want to spoil it.
Spoil it? He has been going crazy lookin' foryou.
Don't ever do that to me again.
- How ya doin'? - Hey. I'm doin' good.
- Here. - Thanks, man.
A lot of people are gonna be mighty glad to see ya, you know that?
- Yeah. - Come on. Let's go in.
You remember him?
- Come on. - Why don't you just let that go?
- As soon as you admit that it was a no-go situation. - It was a go situation.
Three months, no data stream, you're gonna land the ship anyway?
Just because you keep bringing it up doesn't make you right.
Just because you get loud doesn't make--Jim, settle it.
- No, no, don't-- Don't look at me. - Settle it.
- It's a go situation. - Well, th-- this is exactly what I'm talkin' about.
- It's hard to admit. I know that. - Come on. Three commanders. One ship.
I don't think that's gonna work.
There's not enough rocket fuel in the world to get those egos off the ground.
- Come on. - Ah, we would have made a great crew.
- Maybe. Ifthis man was left seat. - Yep.
Guys, come on. I'm a-- I'm a pretty good stickjockey.
- You call me ifyou need a flight test. - What is a-- What is a stickjockey?
- "l'm a pretty good stickjockey." - Come on, Mr Cover of Time Magazine.
The guy who landed a crippled Blockll shuttle.
- Yeah. That's the stickjockey. - The stickjockey did that?
- Yeah, yeah, Mr StickJockey. - Okay, all right.
I made a little noise, but putting the fii rst footprints on Mars?
That's for guys who wrote their Ph.D. thesis on how to colonize the place...
and for guys who read too much science fiiction as a kid...
- and still wear these little Flash Gordon rocket ships around their necks. - Yeah.
- Very, very mature. - Yeah, you read every damn science fiiction book I did.
And you'rejust not man enough to wear jewellery. That's all there is to that.
- Give me it. - No, no, no. - Yeah. Take it. Get it.
You know you want Flash here. You ain't gettin' him! Oh, no!
Yeah, Maggie would have loved to see you two clownsjust one more time.
I'm gonna go and get a beer.
I don't know, Woodrow. I think it's about time you donated this baby to the museum.
Internal combustion, boys. Accept no substitutes.
Jim, listen.
Ifthere's, um--
- Ifthere's anything that Terri and I can do, you call us, all right? - I'm okay. I'm okay. Really.
- All right. - Thanks.
- Luke. - Yep.
I'll see you when I get to Mars. Listen. Don't solve all the mysteries ofthe universe, all right?
- Leave a little somethin' for the next guys. - I'm not promisin' anything.
- You just bring some expensive beer. - All right.
- Will do. Godspeed. - Thanks, buddy.
It should have been your mission,Jim.
Yours and Maggie's.
Nobody ever wanted Mars the way you two did, not even Woody.
You two were 1 2 years training for this thing, hoping for this assignment.
- It's-- - Well, that's-- That's all over now.
If Maggie hadn't gotten sick, ifyou hadn't pulled yourself...
out ofthe rotation to take care of her, I mean, you--
- Luke. Come on. - No,Jim. Wait a minute.
I want to say this.
Look, I wanted this assignment, all right?
But not like this,Jim.
I would give all ofthis up in a second if it would bring Maggie back to us.
I know that.
Look, all the years oftraining and planning for this mission have been a privilege.
Mars is yours now.
Go get it.
I will.
You take care ofyourself, Jim.
You too, buddy.
Okay.
I'll see you when I get back.
Hey, Luke.
Have a great ride.
Always do.
- Luke, doyou readme? - Yeah, Renee.
Luke, ljustgotARES-8 on-line, and--
Well, we-- we thinkyou're gonna want to see this foryourself.
Okay, copy that.
- Now, is this a cinder cone? - No, it's too smooth.
It's, uh, too angular. Volcanic upwelling maybe.
- No, no fiissure, no caldera. - No, it's an upwelling for sure, but maybe not volcanic.
I mean, look at the colour and how shiny it is. That almost looks like--
- It looks like ice. - This far south?
Impossible. You can't have ice at this latitude.
I mean, not unless there's like a--
- Okay, how far away is that? - Sixteen kilometres, northeast.
Take us 20 minutes to get there, Chief.
Okay, we're gonna send a packet to Micker. We're going out there.
- Keep working. - Okay.
- Careful. Watch your step. - Yes, sir.
- Is it possible to take picture? - Oh, picture.
- Come, please. - Let's have a picture.
Say cheese.
This is a truly anomalous formation.
It's unlike anything everseen so far.
Thestructure appears to be crystalline...
at least from the angle that's displayedbyARES-8.
Now, we're trying not togo too nuts up here, but we think there's agoodchance...
that this couldbe an extrusion from somesubsurfiace geothermalcolumn ofwater.
And, ofcourse, ifthat's correct...
then we may have foundthe key topermanent human colonization.
- We thinkit wise to suspendjudgement here until we take oursamples... - Let geology and hydrology know...
- anddo a thorough investigation ofthe area. - we need to scramble on this, full-court press.
So we're gonna headout thereASAP andtake a lookat this thing...
tryandget an idea ofits composition.
By the timeyou receive this, we shouldjust about be on site.
Anybody else hearing that?
Yeah. What is it?
I don't know. It sounds like, uh, interference from the rover.
- Can you fiix it? - Hey, Skip, I can fiix anything.
Love that modesty.
Break out the radar. Let's see what this thing's made of.
Oh, yes, there's one more thing.
Now, this is a veryimportant, veryspecialday foragoodfriend ofours backhome.
We knowhe's there right now.
Nowhe hates it when anybody makes any kindofa fuss about him, so I'm notgonna mention his name.
'Cause the last thing I would want to do wouldbe to embarrass someone likeJim McConnell!
Was that loud? Oh, well, it's done now.
I mean, it can't be right. It says there's metal under there. Solid metal.
No, that doesn't make any sense. You're reading a vein ofore, Renee.
No, it-- It says it's under the whole mountain.
All right. Move it closer, up the power, and we're gonna try it again.
- Hey! - Happy birthday toyou
Happy birthday toyou
Okay, everybody, I wantyou to take a lookatJim.
- Happy birthday, dearJim - Now, is he allred with one ofthose fake...
"Oh, I'm-a-good-sport"grins on his face?
- Happy birthday toyou - That's right. Now, everybody, take-- take a lookat Ray.
Does he have one ofthose "This-wasn 't-in-my-mission-plan" looks on his face? Yeah.
Uh-huh. Thoughtso. Well, there's nothingyou can do about it, Ray.
We're a hundredmillion miles away!
Okay, let's blowit out.
- We're all set here, Chief. - All right, let's crank up thejuice...
see what's in this sucker.
What happened?
Oh, my God!
- You gettin' that, Sergei? - Uh-huh.
Oh, my God! Renee!
Oh! Oh, my God! Oh,Jesus! Oh,Jesus!
Problem: hatch door malfunction, backup power fail, manual override fail.
- Solution? - Replace optical relay.
Piece ofcake. God, who dreams up these nightmares?
- Don't try to change the subject. - I'm not.
- We're talking about your sister's wedding, right? - No, we're talking about...
- dancing lessons before my sister's wedding. - This is a nightmare.
Do you mind? I'm in the middle ofa catastrophic power failure here. Check.
- Not effective. - Not effective?
- Replace optical relay. - You're distracting me.
Woody, we're a married couple. Would it kill you to invite me out on the dance floorjust once in a while?
- We danced. We danced at our wedding. We danced. - No. That's not dancing, Woody.
That's you shuffl ing your feet around while you grab my butt.
I'm talking about real dancing, you know?
Cha-cha-cha, rhumba, jitterbug.
Darling, face it. Some couples dance. Some go to Mars.
That's life. Test.
Effective. Yeah. Woody, I'm serious.
Just as soon as we get back home, we're starting lessons.
- Uh-huh. - Woody, ifwe never dance, people are gonna think there's something wrong.
Ifthey see me dance, they'll know there's something wrong.
This is highly unprofessional.
- This is highly unprofessional, sir. You keep forgetting that "sir." - Sir.
Cockpit, this is Control.
- Cockpit, this is Control. - Control, this is Cockpit.
Yeah, Terri, it's Phil. They want us all to report to Micker ASAP.
- Who says to report to Micker? - The little men who live in my head.
Well, that's a negative, Phil. We're in the middle ofa catastrophic power failure right now.
Yeah, Woody, it was Ray Beck. He told me to round up the team. Now.
The exact same moment that we lost the data stream...
they picked up this intense burst ofenergy from Mars.
- What do you mean intense? - Catastrophic.
What about the crew?
The level ofenergy in the pulse didn't seem survivable.
How about the REMO?
It went into Mars' orbit last week. Maybe it could give us some clue.
That'sjust what we tried next.
All right. The, uh, resupply module checked out fii ne.
No instrument failures. Orbit holding steady, but there was something else.
The REMO's computer contained an uplink message--
a very faint, highly distorted transmission from Mars One base camp.
- Someone's alive. - Yes, yes, yes. Put up the message.
Still concentrating on the audio, but we've got a long way to go.
Show us whateveryou've got. Show us.
Ihave to make this-- make this fast.
Imay notget anotherchance to-- to make-- anotherchance-- chance--
to thesite-- site.
There wasa lowsoundthat--
a lowsound-- sound-- a lowsound--
Something came out ofthe top ofthe mountain, andit hit us.
And-- it hit us-- it hit us.
Oh, my God!
They're dead.
God! Nick-- Man! They're dead.
That's it.
I don't know. Luke must be in pretty bad shape...
if he hasn'tjust blasted out ofthere in the Earth Return Vehicle.
That thing's designed so even one crew member can fly it back to Earth.
Even if Luke was in great shape, he couldn't get home.
An energy pulse ofthat magnitude would have fried the ERV's computers.
Other than the computers, how do we think the ERV fared?
Well, so far, our modelling says it should be in pretty good shape.
Which means it's gonna be up to us to get new motherboards...
drives and software to Mars as fast as we can.
- Right. - Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down.
It's gonna take us weeks just to analyse this data.
Right, right, but in the meantime, we gotta be workin' up a mission plan.
- Luke needs us now. - Luke may already be dead.
And even if he's not, it's doubtful he is going to be able to transmit again.
So we wouldn't know whether it's safe to land...
until we were almost there.
What about SIMA?
The Saturn imaging probe?
It's gonna slingshot around Mars on its way through the solar system.
It could be retasked to take pictures, read radiation levels of Mars One base camp.
Wait, wait, wait. We are getting ahead ofourselves.
You are forgetting the bigger problem. The orbits are all wrong.
Our fii rst decent launch window is almost eight months from now.
Yes, but we can go earlier and get there faster...
ifwe reconfii gure the payload for extra fuel.
We've modelled that, Ray. I've modelled it.
On paper, yes, but those stresses have never been tested in space.
- The ship can take it. - Oh, "ship can take it."
I wasn't thinking ofjust the ship.
Ray, I know the protocols for a Mars recovery mission better than anybody...
because I designed them.
And I'm telling you, these guys can do it.
He's right, Ray. We got a real shot here.
Well, give me an updated mission plan by 0800 tomorrow.
You'll have it by 0600. Let's go to work.
- Chief, can I have a word? - Yeah, go ahead.
- I no longer have the right crew. - How do you mean?
Bjornstrom can be up here on the next shuttle.
Bjornstrom is a geologist. He's good, but not for this.
My peoplejust lost eight months oftraining.
This is a different mission with a different objective.
- I haven't approved the mission yet. - Yes, but when you do...
it ought to be given its best chance for success.
I want McConnell to fly right seat.
Oh.
Jim McConnell is no longer on mission status.
- Yeah, because you washed him out. - He washed himselfout.
He only had to pass a few more psych evaluations...
but he refused to take them.
His wife was dead. He didn't want to lay on a couch and share it with strangers.
Yeah, that was his call, but I had to make one too!
It was tough as hell, but I'd do it again!
For Christ's sake, Ray, she wasted away in front of his eyes.
What was he supposed to do, suck it up? Get with the programme?
What was his crime? That he-- That he showed a little emotion?
I couldn't trust him!
When Maggie died, it knocked the hell out of him.
It knocked the hell out ofall of us.
But you know and I know he's still the best we got.
He and Maggie wrote the book on Mars.
He's had more hours in the sims than the rest of us put together.
We can do this, Ray.
You give me McConnell as copilot, and we will bring Luke home.
It's a promise.
Hey. What's that?
That is the exact genetic composition of my ideal woman.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey!
My baby.
- Now what is it? - A frog?
- Hey, Skip. - Hey. Take a look.
Damn.
- What do you make ofthat? - Dust storm.
Southern hemisphere, comin' from the east.
It's a big fella too.
-Headed straight for Mars One base camp. -Yep.
Could get a little hairy right about landing time.
Yeah.
Listen, we're gonna have to be able to move fast, maybe even advance our ETA.
These bad boys can cover a whole planet and last up to a year.
- When does SIMA do her fly-by? - Tomorrow morning, 0600.
That's when we fii nd out whether we've come all this way for nothin'.
My money's on Luke.
Haveyouseen her so fine andpretty
Fooledme with herstyle andease
Andlfeelher from across the room
Yes, it's love in the thirddegree
Ooh, baby, baby
Won'tya turnyourheadmy way
Ooh, baby, baby
Come on, take a chance You're old enough to
Dance
The night away
Whoa
Dance the night away
A live wire, barely a beginner
Butjust watch that ladygo
She's on fire 'cause dancin 'gets herhigher
Than anything elseshe knows
Ooh, baby, baby
Won'tya turnyourheadmy way
Ooh, baby, baby
All those interestedin dance lessons, please report to thepromenade deck.
Dance the night away
Whoa
Dance the night away
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
And what, may I ask, brought this on?
Zero G, my friend. My last chance to be graceful.
Once we're in Mars' gravity, it's back to shuffl in' my feet and grabbin' her butt.
Dance the night away
Oh, baby
Dance, dance, dance the night away
Oh, come on, dance
- The night away - Incomingpacket.
- Oh, baby - Incomingpacket.
- Dance - It's SIMA.
Enhanced look at base camp.
- Looks deserted. - It's still standing, though.
So's the ERV. And, look, there's the greenhouse.
Well, we know Luke survived for at least a few hours.
Now, are there any signs of recent activity?
There. Scan northeastern quadrant of base camp.
What the hell are those?
- Graves. - Wait a minute. There's only three ofthem.
- That means that Luke's still gotta be alive. It means he's still down there. - Phil, no, no.
Itjust means there was no one left to bury him.
- Check the radiation levels. - Check rad levels.
Normal.
- Go to disaster site. - Go to 41 by 9.
- What's wrong? - I don't know. Magnetic interference?
- Go infrared. - Switch to infrared.
It's gotta be a problem with SIMA.
I don't see how an earthquake six months ago could cause this kind ofdistortion.
That was no quake.
We are going to continue analysing this data...
andtryto determine what theproblem is with those images.
We agree that the evidence ofthegraves is, uh...
inconclusive...
andthat agroundsearch is advisable.
Frankly, we are asstumped asyouguys, but we'llkeep on it.
Beware there are little sandstormskicking up...
- Bureau babble. - near Mars One base.
But the big one youspottedis turning south.
It shouldn 't be a factor.
We arepretty excitedaroundhere.
Well, and we are sure you must be feeling thesame.
- Enjoyyourmealand get agoodnight's sleep. - Say it.
- We anticipate... - Say it.
- that tomorrowmorning... - Say it.
you willbego.
Yes! Yes! Thankyou! Thankyou!
Hooray forbabyJimmy!
Yes,Jim 's firstspaceship wasseriously underpowered.
Maggie wasalways a little star-struck.
Come on. Showus those beautifulteeth.
Iamgonnagetyouguys forthat! lamgonnagetyou.
When they met at theAirForceAcademy, it waslove at first flight.
- Woody's line. Woody's line. - Oh.
Later, during NASA training, thingsgot a little tough.
Yes, Maggie always did keepJim on a short leash.
Jim wasalways trying to explore a heavenly body.
- Right. -Ah, yes.
- Well, where are theygoin '? Where are theygoin '? - Ten-thousand-mile-high club.
- That's right. - Until--
- Mission accomplished. - Oh!
Man, what a fun wedding. I wasso whacked.
Uh, I'm going in. T-minus three, T-minus two...
T-minus one, contact.
Oh. Okay, we can stop it there.
Stop there. Fast forward.
-Allright. -Andthen what happened?
I-- Iknow what happened.
- What nerves. - Okay, youguys.
They're adding a wonderfiulchapter to theirincredible story...
andit's apretty historic one.
To the newly appointedco-commanders of Mars One, Jim andMaggie!
- Hear, hear. - I willdrink to that.
- Thankyou. - Thankyou.
- Holdit. It's not over. - Show 'em. Show 'em. Show 'em.
- Yeah, we got a little-- a little addendum. - Oh, yeah, this isgood.
- Check this out, guys. - Here we go. It's Phil's best work.
- Oh, yeah. - Look! It's Mars!
You canpick up thesepostcards atyourlocaINASA souvenirshop.
You know, whenyou two landup there, it willprove once andforall...
that there really is no intelligent life on Mars.
-Allright. Enough, enough. - Thanks a lot. Touche.
- You're gonna eat those words. - Idon't thinkso.
- Everett, give me the camera. -Allright. - Idon't thinkso. - Uh-oh, here we go.
- Let me take it away. - What? What ifl'm right? - Here we go.
- What ifshe's right? - Why does it have to be about us?
- You okay? - Why can't itjust be aboutscience? - Yes.
- We'lldo thescience, and we'lldo it really well... - Yeah.
because that's what we've trainedfor.
But what ifthere's more? ln all ourmyths...
in everyhuman culture, Mars has always helda specialattraction.
Imean, what if that meanssomething?
The universe is-- is not chaos. It's connection.
Life reaches out forlife.
That's what we were born for, isn 't it?
To standon a new world andlookbeyondit to the next one.
It's who we are.
You know, she may have been right.
Ifthat wasn't a quake down there, then something else caused it...
or planned it.
You thinkin' the same thing?
It's never been out of my mind.
I think she knew something, Woody.
She was the only one of us who ever really believed...
there might be something down there.
Yeah, well, we're not leaving until we fii nd out. Deal?
Deal.
Range: 67-83 and closing.
65 minutes until Mars orbital capture.
Okay, people, let's look sharp now. We're gonna run this simulation one more time.
Remember, ifwe overshoot, there's no comin' back.
Yeah, and drifting through eternity will ruin your whole day.
Okay, Delta-V systems initialized.
Charge primary APU.
Engaged and charged.
- Select HPU fuel cells for run. - Engaged.
- Tie main bus to systems. - Power ready.
Select H2O2 HPU and fuel cells for open.
H2O2 fuel valves open.
Charge flow.
Charged and on-line.
- Reset PW. - Set.
Transfer protocol data from EVA station.
Transferred. Awaiting track confii rmation.
Jesus! Oh!
Micrometeoroids.
Kill those alarms!
Criticalsystemsalert. Criticalsystemsalert.
- Breach hits in the hull. - We're outgassing, losing pressure.
Woody, seal the breach. Looks like it's behind Jim's helmet.
Ninetypercent atmosphere.
Criticalsystemsalert. Criticalsystemsalert.
We're losing pressure fast. We're gonna decompress!
Computer, how long till zero atmosphere?
Fourminutes, nineseconds.
We're still outgassing in the lower hab.
There must be another hole down there. It's gotta be a big one.
Everybody switch to suit oxygen. Jim, you've got the ship.
- I'm going EVA. - Copy.
Come on, people. Let's work the problem.
Eightypercent atmosphere.
Jim, you got to go get your spare helmet.
Copy that,Jim?
There's no time. All the systems have crashed.
I gotta shut down the hab from below.
We're losing pressure,Jim. You could embolize.
Seventypercent atmosphere.
Phil, you've got to get the nav computers back on-line.
Uh,Jim, I've got an idea.
Ifyou guys can save enough atmosphere...
I'll disconnect the power in the main computer bay and jump-start the systems.
- I'd basically be doing a hard boot. - Has that been tested?
Are you kidding? These machines are way too expensive.
- Do it. - Okay. I think this will work.
Sixtypercent atmosphere.
-Jim, how we doing on the AG? -Just hang on one second, Woody.
- Fiftypercent atmosphere. - Come on.
-Jim, I've got oxygen.
- Come on. - Voiceprint identification.
- Mc-- McCon-- - Not accepted.
Voiceprint identification.
- McConnell! - Accepted.
Shut down gravitational rotation.
Shutting down artificial gravitationalrotation.
Jim, I've got the oxygen foryou.
- Hang on! - Fortypercent atmosphere.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fii ne.
- I'm topside,Jim. Do you know which sector? - I'm working on it.
- You better get some oxygen,Jim. - Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Come on.
Jesus.
It's like lookin' for a needle in a haystack.
Okay, come on.
Come on. Where are you, you little bastard?
Give me some light on the hull so I can locate it.
I got a better idea.
Gotcha.
Terri.
Squeeze out the liquid.
S-Stay there.
- Squeeze it out. -Jim.
Okay. Okay. Please work.
Thirtypercent atmosphere.
Woody, the breach is between sectors fiive and six.
- Five and six. Do you copy? - Copy. I'm headin 'there now.
Son ofa bitch. You never did that in a simulator.
- Twentypercent atmosphere. - Jim?
- Tenpercent atmosphere. - Jim!
Jim, talk to me. It's Terri.
-Jim. - Come back.
- Breathe! - Come back!
Gotcha.
Pressure stabilizing. Pressure stabilizing.
-Jim? - Twentypercent atmosphere.
Hi. Welcome back.
Thirtypercent atmosphere.
It worked! Yes! It worked!
Way to go, everybody. All right! Yeah!
There's a lot ofscarring out here. I'm gonna check for other punctures.
Orbitalinsertionproximity alert. Orbitalinsertionproximity alert.
Negative, Woody. That is a negative. You have to get back inside.
We have to do our checklist for orbital insertion.
Copy. I'm on my way.
Hello, beautiful.
Prepare to initiate burn. Prepare to initiate burn.
Okay, we're ready to light this candle.
Go/No go for braking burn and MOl.
- Engines. - On-line.
Go.
- Systems. - On-line.
Go.
- Nav. - On-line.
- Go. - We are go for the burn.
I am fuelling engines.
Flowchargeron-line. Flowchargeractivated.
Optimum angle ofentry in minus seven degrees.
Countdown to initiate burn fororbitalinsertion.
Six.
Five.
Orbitalinsertion proximity alert.
- Four. - Optimum insertion angle approaching.
Jim?
Three.
Optimum insertion angle imminent.
Two.
- One. - Let's go to Mars.
Jesus!
-Attitude incorrect. - Shut down the engines.
Engines negative. No response. I have got no attitude control.
- Manual separation. Blow the bolts. - Negative. The control module...
doesn't have enough thrust to correct this rotation.
We're too steep. We're falling into the atmosphere.
Christ, at this angle, we're gonna burn up.
- How much time we got, Phil? - I don't know. Three minutes? I don't know.
- Where's the REMO? - The resupply module? Why? There's no way we're gonna be able to link up.
Where is it?
Resupply module located. Resupply module located.
- It's close. - How close?
- I don't know. That's gonna take some time. - Figure it out.
We don't have time, Phil. Figure it out now.
Jim, we're dead stick. There's no way to manoeuvre this ship into linkup.
Not the ship.Just us. We go EVA.
- You want us to transfer in suits? -Jesus,Jim, ifwe don't make it--
- Ifwe miss the REMO-- - There's no other choice.
- Phil, how close? - Intersection orbit with REMO.
Course intersectionplotted.
One kilometre. That's the best I can do.
Prepare to abandon ship.
Let's go!
- What are you looking for? - Earth.
Hey, when we get back home, we really will have to try this out in the sim.
How we doing on the fuel, Woody?
I'm at 50 percent. I don't see the REMO.
There it is. Forty-fiive left, forty-fiive down.
Oh,Jesus. She's not where I thought she'd be.
- We're gonna miss her. - What do you think?
We can't catch it. Not like this.
Use the tether. You'll have one, maybe two shots before she's out of reach.
Negative. It's too risky. Ifwe miss her, we got nothing.
I'll leave you the gun. Run a line out to the REMO.
I got enough fuel left for that.
- You'll be going too fast. - I'll aim to overshoot.
Brake like hell and arc it in. Piece ofcake.
I'll see you in a flash.
Unhook me.
Good to go.
Okay, I'm on a path to overshoot. I'm gonna take the edge off.
I'm out offuel. Coming in hot. Still long.
Abandoning the unit. I'll break with suitjets.
Jesus.Jesus.
Suitjets gone. I'm gonna make contact.
- What velocity? - Impact's gonna be a little rough.
- At what velocity? - Thirty-two.
- I'm gonna use the gun to slow you. - No.
- Ifyou slow me, I'll fall short. - It's too fast, Woody.
No choice. I'll be okay. Here we go!
Gotcha.
Woody!
Woody! Woody!
Woody. Woody.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. - Woody. Woody.
- Terri. - Woody.
Take the gun. Take it.
Phil, hang on. Go.
Woody, what's your status?
Well, uh, my suitjets are gone, and I'm still carrying a good deal ofvelocity.
Soon as we get hooked up, I'll come get you.
- I'd have to say negative on that,Jim. - Negative on the transmission?
No, I heard you. Negative on the manoeuvre. I am not retrievable.
- Woody, you're not going that fast. - Well, it all comes down to the amount offuel, honey.
Suitjets are designed for attitude control, not travel.
- Retrieval just won't work. - Well, it's gotta work.
Hey, listen. I don't like it any more than you do.
- Woody. - Run the numbers,Jim.
I am.
You hang tight, Woody.
We'll get in the REMO, drop her down and come scoop you up.
- Sounds good,Jim. - It's gonna take us halfan hour to get the REMO reoriented.
Woody will be in the atmosphere by then.
- Then we'll just have to get her moving faster. - We don't have time.
Listen toJim, honey. It's a good plan.
No. We're gonna come get you.
- Okay. Get ready for brakes. - Come on, now.
- On my mark. Three... - You can do it.
- two... - You can do it! - one.
- Come on! - Mark! - Come on!
Yeah!
- Everybody good? - We're on,Jim.
Way to go. Way to go.
Good job.
All right. There won't be enough room for us inside.
Soon as I get the hatch open, let's start dumping the cargo.
- Copy that. - Hang on, Woody.
Will do,Jim.
Hello, beautiful.
Come on.
All right. It's open.
- Terri, no! - Terri! Come back!
You'll never make it!
- Terri, what are you doing? - I'll tell you what I'm not doing, Woody.
- I'm not gonna watch you die. - Terri.
You'd do the same for me.
Phil, get inside, dump the cargo and start the systems. Now!
- No, I wouldn't. Not if it was impossible. - I can do it!
No, you can't. You don't have enough fuel to come get me and get us back.
Listen to me, goddamn it. You have to stop, and you have to stop now.
He's right, Terri. It's no use.
Okay, honey.
You gotta go back now.
The hell I do.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna jet in a little closer and try again.
Terri, you spend any fuel getting closer, you won't get back.
And ifanyone tries to get you, they'll die too.
Honey, please. Please go back.
Go back and help the others to the surface.
I am not losing you!
I can't let you do it.
- I can't let you die. I'm sorry. - Woody.
What are you doing?
- Love you, honey. - Woody--
No. No!
- God, how I love you. - Woody! Don't!
Woody! Woody!
Woody! Don't! No!
No! Please, God, no!
Woody.
Come back, Terri.
- He's gone. - No.
No.
- Terri. - No.
We need you.
Woody.
No.
No. No.
No.
Please, Terri.
Come back.
Ray. We've got some new data just coming in.
Wejust-- It doesn't make any sense.
We're not sure how to read this.
- Data? - Yes.
Telemetry reports the REMO left its orbit and reached the Martian surface.
- Crashed? - No, sir. Under power.
- What? - Sixty-three minutes after Mars Recovery went off-line.
Sir, the graph shows a controlled descent...
but that doesn't make any sense.
They used the REMO as a lander.
It's-- It'sJim McConnell. It's got to be.
Nobody else could have pulled this off. Nobody else.
Son ofa bitch.
I've got access to the ERV. I'm gonna go inside.
Terri, is the oxygengeneratorokay?
Yeah. It's gonna take a while to get back to 1 00 percent capacity, though.
Okay, I'm entering the hab.
There's still oxygen in here.
This is a little spooky.
I don't like the dark at all.
Need some lights. Need some lights.
Okay. Where are we?
Here we go.
ERV appears to be structurally intact.
Yeah, butjust as we thought, the computers are fried.
Copy that.
I got busted fii lters here. Clogged intakes.
Hell ofa cleanup job, but so far no major damage.
I'm in the greenhouse.
- You gotta see this. - What is it,Jim?
It's working.
I'll be damned.
- Luke. - No!
You're not here! You are not here!
Your wife is Debra. Your son is Bobby.
- No! - You're reading Treasure lsland with him.
Luke--
It's all right. It's me.
-Jim? - Yeah.
No, wait! No! No, no! Wait, wait!
He's all right. He's all right.
Phil? Phil.
Terri.
Jim--Jim, what are you-- what are you--
What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be--
You're not supposed to be here. How are you here?
- How are you here? - This is a rescue mission.
Woody wanted me right seat.
I can't--
I can't believe--
Well, where is he? Where's Woody?
He didn't make it.
God.
Oh. Oh.
Oh, no, no.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
Well, it works, you know? I give them...
CO2 and light, and...
they give me oxygen and food.
It's-- It's actually not a bad arrangement, you know?
It's kind of like a marriage, really...
except not as many-- not as many fii ghts.
- I mean, some fii ghts. - Luke. Tell us what happened here.
I--
We fii red the radar...
and it-- it came, and they all died.
They all-- They all died.
Wh-What do you mean? What-- What came?
The force came out ofthe top ofthe mountain and-and-and...
everybody died, but I was spared.
Why? Why?
Had to be for a reason.
And then all ofa sudden, I knew the reason why.
It's so someone would be left to fii gure out the secret.
You know? It's--
J-J-J ust come.Just come, come, come, come, come, come.
Is itjust me, or is he a few meal packs short ofa picnic?
Long-term exposure to low gravity can have an adverse impact on the brain.
Or then, he could be suffering from some form ofasphyxia.
Or maybe his whole crew died, and he's been marooned alone on Mars for a year.
It's a miracle he's survived this long.
I'd better bring him up to speed.
Great, great. Great, great, great, great.
So let me be sure I understand this.
Your ship blew up with all its supplies.
Then you-- Then you emptied all the cargo out ofthe REMO...
and it was totalled on landing.
You got no food, no water, no, no spare oxygen.
Nothing other than what I'm looking at right here.
What kind-- What kind of rescue mission is this,Jim?
That kind.
Check it out. New nav boards for the ERV.
I got four round-trip tickets, baby, right in here.
Thankyou, God! Oh, thank God.
When I came to and dug myselfout ofthe sand, my faceplate was cracked.
It was leaking. Leaking badly.
I barely made it back to base.
It was weeks before I could work up the nerve to go back out there and look for--
and look for their bodies.
Renee was the only one I could fii nd, but itjust didn't seem right somehow tojust dig one grave.
Oh, God.
Has it been blowing like this for a while?
Yeah.
We saw a big storm on our screens, but Micker said it was turning south.
If it holds course.
Luke, this-- this whatever it was.
This-- This force.
You said it came directly out ofthe top ofthe mountain?
Don't you believe me?
That's okay,Jim. You don't believe me, that's okay, but I'm not crazy.
- I know that much. I'm not crazy. - What'd you mean by its "secret"?
What secret?
Listen, hundred of millions ofyears have gone by, okay?
You got erosion, lava flow, sandstorms, meteor impacts.
Hell, in that much time, the whole surface ofthe planet would have changed.
So it's no wonder we never saw it before.
I mean, we saw it, but not like they meant us to.
- There was too much dirt on it. - Saw what, Luke?
Saw this.
Jesus.
Oh, my God. Luke, what are you trying to tell us?
- You're trying to tell us that that's a face? - That's the face.
It's the face. It's real.
Somebody put that thing there, and it's not us.
Jim--
It's not possible.
Jesus.
Look at that. My God.
I know.
Luke, uh, what--
what about that sound you heard before the explosion?
Oh, yeah. Good,Jim. Th-Th-That's the key. That's the key.
- You hear that? - Yeah.
- It's pauses. Do you hear the pauses? - Yeah.
See, that's what made me realize it's a pattern.
It's a repeating pattern.
- Mathematical? - Mm-hmm. That occurred to me too.
There are distinct blocks within each pattern...
and within each block, the tones come in groups ofthree.
It's three, three, three, three, three, three. It's always three, three, three. It's always the same.
And, see, for months I struggled to analyse it, you know...
trying different constructs, and then I thought about dimensions.
- X-Y-Z coordinates. - Exactly. Three groups equals three dimensions.
So l-l assigned different graphic values to each block group and tone...
and I came up with this.
- Hello. - Oh, my God.
- Is that what I think it is? - DNA?
- You see it? - Yeah.
- It's a model of DNA. - So-- So somebody left that thing here.
Okay. Somebody other than human.
But, uh, what is it?
It's a signature.
It's a self-portrait ofwhatever species created the face.
Yeah, but, uh, that DNA looks human.
- No. - No, it's not. It's missing the last pair ofchromosomes. See?
- This is close. It's damn close. - "Close"?
The difference between man and ape is less than three percent genetic material.
But that three percent gives you Einstein, Mozart.
Jack the Ripper.
Yeah, he's right.
Four pallets, oral, topical medications...
splints, bandages, one complete med pack.
With eight tubes ofantifungal cream.
Well, at least we won't rash to death.
Luke. How do you feel?
Lighter. A lot lighter.
- Welcome back. - Thanks, man.
The backup generator is salvageable. So are two ofthe solar panels.
I'm pretty sure I can get the oxygen still back into production.
So we're not in such bad shape, considering.
That's good, Terri.
Good work.
Jesus.
Look at this. Phil's idea ofabsolute essentials.
Ofcourse.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey!
My baby.
- It's not a signature. - What?
The noise from the face. It's not a signature.
It's a test.
It's asking us for the right answer.
It wants us to put in the missing pair ofchromosomes.
Why?
To prove that we're human.
We fii red radar into that thing, concentrated radio waves, and you're saying--
Which it interpreted as the wrong answer.
It's-- It could be like a security alarm.
When it gets an incorrect response, it defends itself.
So what happens when it gets the right answer?
Well, I don't know that, Phil.
But we gotta fii nd out.
Luke, what ifwe work this the other way?
We fii gure out which tones would be equivalent to the missing chromosomes...
and then dub them into your recording ofthe signal.
- Is that possible? - Yeah.
- Yeah, I think so. - Good, good, good.
What about the radar gun? Will it accept the input so we can transmit a completed signal back to the face?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on,Jim. What ifyou're wrong?
Whoever goes out there--
I mean, what ifyou're wrong? Three people have already died over that thing.
Four.
Terri.
Ifwe leave here without getting some answers, they all died in vain.
We don't--
We don't have to go out there.
Got a lot ofstatic here. Something's interfering.
Yeah. The antenna got knocked around pretty badly in the blast.
This is the best resolution I think we're gonna be able to get.
All right, guys. I got the nav boards. I'm sealing the airlock.
- Check the video feed. - Video feed looks good.
- How close do we have to get? - I'm not sure.
Maybe I'll stop it right over there by that rock.
Do it. Good.
Okay. Here we go.
Look at that,Jim.
It worked. Oh, God, it worked.
Guys, I don't know what the hell wejust did...
but does that look to you like a hostile gesture?
No. More like an invitation.
Or another test.
- Check for radiation. - Normal.
Seismic: Normal. Anemometer: Steady.
Luke...
does the rover still work?
Phil, do you read?
Uh, yeah,Jim, your signal's breaking up a little in the storm, but I read you.
We're at the face.
We're gonna need a few minutes here. Same deadline.
Launch at 1 950 with or without us. Copy?
Copy that.
Jim. You sure you wanna do this?
I'm not sure about anything any more.
But I didn't come 1 00 million miles just to turn back in the last ten feet.
Yeah.
Please work.
It's gonna work.
Yes. Yes. Computers are on-line.
I am gonna start loading software.
The surface...
seems fii rm and level.
Roger that.
The texture's smooth.
I've got good footing. No obstructions.
- Let's check our PSl. - Okay.
Guys, I gotta tell you...
we're losing visibility here really fast. Over.
It's solid. We're trapped.
Don't move. Just keep this orientation.
Guys?
Luke? Terri?Jim?
Phil, can you still hear me?
Is anyone there? Over.
God. That's it.
There's no handles. We're not getting out of here unless they let us out.
-Jim.Jim, what are you doing? -Jim, what are you doing?
-Jim.Jim, your suit! - Stop. Stop it! Jim, you're depressurizing.
- Seal your suit. - Come on! - Seal your suit now!
There's pressure in here.
Above Mars atmospheric? It's impossible.
We're millions of miles from Earth inside a giant white face.
What's impossible?
There's 1 2 PSI in here.
Nitrogen and oxygen.
Otherwise known as air.
Hey, wait,Jim. I haven't checked for lethal trace gases, and I haven't--
What the hell.
Look.
- That what I think it is? - Yeah. It's Mars.
That's where they went.
Look. One stayed behind.
Earth, before the continents separated.
My God. That's it.
Hundreds of millions ofyears ago...
there was a sudden explosion of life on Earth.
The fii rst multi-celled plants and animals appeared.
No one has ever understood why or how it happened.
They seeded Earth.
They're us.
We're them.
Luke? Terri?Jim? Anyone?
ERV to rover. Rover, this is ERV.
Does anyone copy? Does anyone copy?
ER Vto rover. Rover, this is ER V. Doyou copy?
- Phil? - Oh, thank God, lgotyou.
- Phil, we read you. - Listen, thestorm isgetting bad, really bad.
It'sgonna totallysock us in in a fewminutes. You've got toget back to theship.
- Phil? - Irepeat, you've got to get back to theship.
Phil?
We're in a ship.
This is a ship.
And the countdown's already started.
- He's right. - Yeah.
Yeah, let's-- Iet's get the hell out of here.
Jim?
Jim.
Come on. We gotta go.
- I'm not coming with you. - What?
What are you talking about?
We've gotta get home.
That's where I'm going.
Don't you see?
That's-- That's what all this is for.
Terri, you were right. This is an invitation.
This is an invitation for us to follow them home.
I'm going.
It's what I was born for.
Like Maggie said:
"To stand on a new world and-- and look beyond it...
to the next one."
I know this is right.
For me.
And you're running out oftime. You gotta get back to the ERV and you gotta get off this planet.
Thankyou for saving my life, buddy.
It was a privilege.
I wish Woody were here to see you.
He is here, Terri.
We wouldn't have made it without him.
He would have wanted you to have this.
ERV to rover. Rover, this is ERV. Do you copy?
ERV to rover. Rover, this is ERV. Do you read me?
Phil, this is Luke. Do you copy?
- He's not reading me. - I can barely read you.
- Let's get the hell out of here. - Yeah.
I've lost the base camp beacon. We're driving blind.
I'm just gonna keep going on a straight line, okay? That's our only chance.
- 1 949. Terri, we're not gonna make it. - No.
I've worked with Phil for fouryears, and I knowJim gave him a direct order, but he is not gonna leave without us.
Please. Luke?
Terri?Jim?
ERV to rover.
Rover, this is ERV. Do you read me?
Phil, doyou read? This is Luke. We're coming in. Phil.
- Phil! - Phil isn't here right now.
He, uh, left for Earth fiive minutes ago!
Please leave a message after the beep!
Where isJim?
He caught another ride.
- Dear God, look at that. - Is that him?
Have a great ride,Jim.