Shit!
No.
Gallagher, what's going on?
She's in military mode. crash must've flipped her.
-Why did she turn on us? -We tried to kill her.
-Made us the enemy. -Son of a bitch.
-You okay? -Then override her.
I tried. She won't respond.
It's a broken rib.
Why did she let us live? She had us.
She's playing war games. Guerilla tactics.
It's an old trick. Wound one of the enemy.
The others have to help out. Slows them down.
Sooner or later, she'll play search and destroy.
Then she'll come and kill us.
One by one.
You all right?
AMEE jammed the transmitters so we won't know where she is.
You all right?
Only hurts when I breathe.
Sun's going to come up soon.
Might as well get going. Give me a hand?
Sure get some high arc in this low gravity, huh?
Watching this, AMEE? Taking the first piss on Mars.
Boosters online.
AMI confirmed.
Ignition system operable. Awaiting burn instructions.
Houston, green light for engine ignition.
I repeat: I'm a go for engine ignition.
Thank you, guys.
Thank you for busting your asses.
I have some time before I have to punch.
I'll take another look for the crew at daybreak.
I know they're End of Mission, but it's something I got to do.
Over.
Relayed.
-You know what you're doing, right? -I always know what I'm doing.
charming.
It's a 50-year-old off-the-shelf computer modem. . .
. . .on a frequency we're not using on our mission. . .
. . .but it beats shouting for help.
I got it.
Synchronous lock. L-2.3. Seek lock off.
1-4-4-X.
HZ lock.
Houston, Mars- 1.
I'm configuring Mars- 1 for a final slingshot around the day side.
And I will be returning to Earth.
Relayed.
Let's do it.
Test, test.
Does it work?
I don't know. The little green light's on.
Houston, Mars- 1. I've acquired elliptical orbit.
I'm commencing engine ignition sequence for Earth return.
This is Mars- 1 ground crew. Do you copy?
This is Mars- 1 ground crew.
Do you copy? Hello?
We're the guys on Mars.
come on. Someone talk to us.
Try again.
This is Mars- 1 ground crew. Do you copy?
Maybe they'll hear us back in 1 997.
It's been two hours.
Mars-1 , Houston.
We've picked something off a radio telescope pointed in your direction.
You won 't believe this.
You'll have to tune to a frequency we haven 't used in 50 years.
Yeah, well. . .
. . .it was worth a shot.
Mars ground crew, this is Mars-1 . Do you copy?
Mars ground crew, this is Mars-1 .
Bowman!
Gallagher?
You're alive.
Yeah.
Holy shit, you made it too.
I know that HAB is wrecked. What is your status?
We're down here at the little rover with Burchenal and Pettengil.
Got no food and water, AMEE's gone mustang. . .
. . .and, oh, yeah, we can breathe.
How can that be? The oxygen levels are. . . . That is impossible.
I don 't know.
But we're doing it.
I saw a body back at MEV. Who was it?
That was chantilas. Santen's gone too.
What happened?
Pettengil says he threw himself off a cliff.
Anyway, that's the news.
We won't make it much longer.
I hope you got an idea, because we're fresh out.
Let me work on it. I'll get back to you.
I hope she has a magic wand.
Houston, we have three men alive and breathing on Mars.
Let's bring them home.
You just can't get around it, can you?
I still can't figure out this algae and oxygen business.
You hate not knowing.
-Given time, believe me, I'll know. -Yeah, maybe.
Maybe life's just more mysterious than you think it is.
You know, you spent too much time with chantilas.
But if you want to take the God route. . .
. . .the easy way, that's up to you.
There's nothing easy about a spiritual life.
It's a lot more difficult than just being intelligent.
I think you're just ignoring the facts.
Facts. I bet you were no fun at christmas.
I bet your mom told you there's no tooth fairy when you were 4.
I'm a geneticist. I write code. Okay?
A, G, T, P in different combinations.
Hacking the human genome. Okay?
I choose what, I choose where. . .
. . .and either your kidneys work or you grow a sixth finger. I do that!
Now, you spot God. . .
. . .you let me know. Until then, I'll trust my Ph.Ds.
It might sound crazy, but it's the only choice you got.
We walk 1 00 kilometers to a 30-year-old Russian rock probe. . .
. . .that failed to launch and try to jump-start it.
Gee, why couldn't you make it tough?
The probe's called Cosmos. Houston found the designer, name's Borokovski.
Owns a deli in Brooklyn.
He thinks you can start the launch sequence right there on site.
Former rocket scientist who now specializes in. . .
. . .making sandwiches. Terrific.
Here's the hard part:
You got just under 1 9 hours to get there and get it off the ground.
Then I take back what I said about it being tough.
I got to ditch the B tank and use more fuel from A to hold orbit that long.
I can't burn much after that or Mars- 1 won't have enough fuel to get home.
I need a heading. Which way should I go?
Okay, you want to go to your 5:00.
-There you go. -Okay, we're set.
I got some work to do, then I'll be in blackout on the dark side.
So I'll call you when I get back.
Roger. Thanks.
Sorry it's not more.
Hey, it's something.
Give me a hand.
It's nice just to know you're still up there.
Well, I don't mind dying. I just hate being alone. . .
...so get your asses back here. Talk to you later.
Thanks. My rib feels like it's through my lung.
Gallagher, what do you think?
I think it's very distracting seeing you get out of the shower.
I started to lock the door after that.
No, you didn't.
-Yes, I did. -No, you didn't.
Good night.
What's that?
Over there.
Looks like the ground's moving.
I didn't see anything.
It's gone now, but I definitely saw something.
Hey, Bowman. How you doing? Need a headings check.
You're right on target. Listen, I need to talk to you.
Took the comm off. What's the matter?
The only place to ride the Cosmos is in the rock sample container.
Sounds comfy.
It's very small.
Borokovski and Houston...
. . .have been trying to figure out how to cram three people in. . .
. . .and it only fits two people.
Two people, barely.
How we doing?
Good. Great.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, right. I'll talk to you later.
Let's patch you up. It'll help with the pain.
I can barely breathe. This air's too damn thin!
You're going to be okay.
Put your arm over.
That's right. Left foot.
Right foot. That's right.
Hop like a bunny. Just go.
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
What are you doing?
It's a song my grandfather sang. The Rolling Stones.
come on, sing it. Here it comes
Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Commander.
A massive low-pressure system is approaching the crew.
Atmospheric pressure 820 millibars.
A big ice storm's coming straight for you.
It's the size of Montana, and it's moving fast.
I'm going into comm blackout.
You need to find shelter immediately. Now.
Where can we find shelter around here?
Over here! There's an opening!
Maximum sustained winds: 1 1 1 miles per hour.
Temperature: negative 50 degrees Fahrenheit.
Hurry.
Shit!
Houston, this is Mars- 1.
How far is Cosmos from here?
What?
Cosmos.
How far you think it is?
Five or six hours.
Say five.
That leaves us four hours to try and launch. . .
. . .not counting whatever time we lose here.
This Borokovski better have a good memory.
Won't be time for plan B.
Only two of us can go on Cosmos.
What?
There's only room on Cosmos for two people.
You two will both go.
You carry on with the mission.
Tell people what they need to know, about what you learned here.
When we get to Cosmos I'll help you rig it, and then. . .
. . .we'll say goodbye.
Probably won't even launch. It is Russian, after all.
Ten feet off the ground, it'll explode. I'll live longer than both of you.
You're a rare man, Gallagher.
But somehow I don't quite believe it.
What are you talking about?
He thinks I'm responsible for Santen's death.
What do you think, Gallagher?
You trust me?
Do you?
I'll watch your back, you watch mine?
Shit, I know I don't trust you.
But you're going to leave your buddy here behind. . .
. . .and take off with me?
Yes, that's. . .
. . .that's what he's going to do.
Mars-1 , this is Houston.
We don 't know about your clock, but ours is running out of time.
Your team's been out of contact over three hours.
They did a greatjob getting this far...
...but that's a killer storm no one can survive.
So here's where we are:
If you haven 't heard from your crew by the time you receive this...
... you're ordered to return home.
Houston out.
Gallagher, come in.
Gallagher, can you hear me, please?
Shit!
-He's gone. -What?
He took the radio.
Aw, shit. Shit!
It's AMEE.
She wants us to watch.
She's got him.
He was afraid we'd leave him here. He made it come true.
We got to get that radio or we're both dead too.
We lost three hours.
At least Pettengil's heading in the right direction.
-How do you know? -I took a heading before the storm.
And lined it up with the stars.
We're okay.
Hold on.
This is algae.
There's algae here.
Why is it here and nowhere else?
No time for that now.
There's Pettengil.
At least he didn't drop the goddamn radio.
AMEE really tore him up.
Little shit's got a death grip on it. Give me the radio.
I'll call Bowman.
Why'd he close his visor?
He didn't have any air left.
Bowman, it's Gallagher. You up there?
Bowman, it's Gallagher.
Must still be on the dark side.
Jesus!
Some kind of nematode.
The sparks ignited them.
They're feeding on the algae.
That's where it went. They're feeding on the algae.
come on. Son of a bitch.
Got it.
-Thought there wasn't any life here. -I was wrong.
Where there's water and air, there's life.
Think it's so smart to take those things with us?
-You don't get how important this is. -I'm the janitor, remember?
Earth's losing oxygen. See how those things burned?
They eat algae, and they make O-2.
I finally get it. I told you I'd solve this damn thing.
Why are the nematodes here?
Because there's something left to eat.
Hang on.
I haven't seen green fields like this since I was a kid.
They're eating through my suit.
Stay there.
You'll need my air. For the launch.
Take this back, Gallagher.
Accomplish the mission.
It's up to you now.
Better put your helmet on.
I'm not going out like Pettengil.
Commander, there is a disturbance on the surface of Mars.
Oh, God.
Mars ground crew, this is Mars-1 . Can you hear me? Over.
Mars ground crew, this is Mars-1 . Do you copy? Over.
Gallagher, what's going on? What's happened?
Mars ground crew, this is Mars-1 . Can you hear me? Over.
I can 't go back.
There was some kind of oxygen burnoff.
It was like a blowtorch.
Burchenal's gone.
He sacrificed himself.
Gallagher, where are the others?
I've got to rest.
Where are the other guys?
Dead.
All dead.
-I'm the only one left. -Stop and listen to me.
It's over.
I don't know what happened tonight. . .
. . .but you have come too far to give up now.
You are going to accomplish the mission.
I can't.
Burchenal sacrificed himself for you. You want to make that for nothing?
I want you to stand up and I want you to start walking.
If you can 't do it for him, Gallagher....
I can't.
Do it for me.
You have to keep going.
Okay.
55 minutes until we need to leave orbit, commander.
-Time? -52 minutes to go.
Should be there.
You're almost there.
I could have screwed up the celestial nav.
-could be off-course. -Trust me, you're there.
-could've run right past it. -Shut up and keep moving.
I found it.
Okay. What do I do now?
Get rid of the sample return tray.
Okay. What next?
There's an infrared maintenance port. It should be marked.
Marked. Yeah.
In Russian.
All right.
Got it.
Now what?
connect the radio to Cosmos.
I'll download what you need through the modem.
Still works.
Go.
Okay, you should be able to run diagnostics now.
All green.
This thing has two settings: on and off.
Right now, "on" sends it all the way back to Earth.
As you lack air, food and water, that would be bad.
We want power to reach orbit. I've recalculated for the weight of one.
Take two liters out of each fuel tank. There's a central purge.
Russians couldn't add a gas gauge?
I'm going into comm blackout soon, we're down to 49 minutes. . .
. . .so shut up and get to work.
Okay. What now?
Launch diagnostics. Avoid pressing anything that says "ignition. "
Battery's dead.
There's not enough power to launch.
Not enough power to launch.
-Anything else you can use? -I don 't know.
Let me look around. See if I see any alternate high-voltage sources.
No.
It's just rocks.
I'll die on this planet.
I'll stay up here and we'll find another way.
You can 't stay there without burning more fuel to hold orbit.
You got to go.
How much time till blackout?
About a minute.
Okay. There's a couple things I got to tell you.
There's life here on Mars.
The guys couldn't figure how they got here, but they ate the algae. . .
...and they ate HAB too.
The important thing...
. . .is that they make oxygen.
Don't know how. . .
...but Burchenal said it might be able to save Earth...
...so get some guys up here quick. Just tell them to be safe.
They eat everything.
Thirty seconds, commander.
Well, that's about it. I. . . .
I really hate this planet.
I really miss Earth.
I really miss a lot of things.
I'm going to miss you.
Won't you say anything?
I should have kissed you.
Yeah, you should have kissed me.
Comm frequency lost, commander.
Goodbye.
Here it comes
Alternate high-voltage energy source.
come and get me.
I'm going to steal your batteries, sweetie.
Bye, sweetie.
I'm going home.
Fuck this planet.
Oxygen supply is low.
Warning. Object in orbital path.
Oh, my God. Gallagher.
Abort!
Re-route orbital maneuvering. I need pitch. Roll!
Ten-millimeter bursts.
Seal this level.
Level sealed.
Open the dock.
Targeted object .3 kilometers.
We only have five minutes before Mars-1 leaves orbit, commander.
Hook me up, Lucille!
Line release! Full velocity!
Gallagher!
Retract.
Ninety-millimeter bursts!
Seal! Emergency atmosphere now!
Atmosphere restored.
Linking to suit computer.
Gallagher's vital signs are negative.
Bioscan indicates cardiac arrest.
come on!
Stand him up, commander.
come on.
Aw, man.
I saw Elvis.
Let's go home, Lucille.
Organism bioscan. DNA mapping.
Hard to believe they're the good guys.
Do you think it was worth it?
Houston thinks so.
On Earth, they're calling you a hero, Gallagher.
God works in mysterious ways.
A memento?
It's for chantilas' granddaughter.
He had faith.
You are not who I thought you were.
Nothing went the way it was supposed to.
But the team, mankind at its best and its worst...
...accomplished the mission.
Maybe Chantilas was right. Maybe it isn 'tjust the science.
I sure don 't know.
But whatever forces were at work, we triumphed.
And me? I've got six months before we get home.
I guess I'll get to know the janitor.
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