"Please verify that the P1 ATA removal... on replacement cap part 1 and 2 are complete." "DMA M1, M2, M3 and M4 are complete." "Okay." "Copy that, Explorer." "Dr. Stone, Houston." "Medical is concerned about your ECG readings." "I'm fine, Houston." "Well, Medical doesn't agree, doc." "Are you feeling nauseous?" ""STONE"." "Not any more than usual, Houston." "Diagnostics are green." "Link to communications card ready for data reception." "If this works, when we touch down tomorrow, I'm buying all you guys a round of drinks." "CONTROL'." "That's a date, doctor." "Just remember, Houston's partial to margaritas." "STONE'." "Booting comms card now." "Please confirm link." "CONTROL'." "That's a negative, we're not seeing any data." ""STONE"." "Stand by, Houston, I'm gonna reboot the comms card." "CONTROL'." "Standing by." "Houston, I have a bad feeling about this mission." "Please expand." "Okay, let me tell you a story." "It was '96." "I'd been up here for 42 days." "Every time I passed over Texas, I looked down... knowing that Mrs. Kowalski was looking up, thinking of me." "Six weeks I'm blowing kisses at that woman." "Then we land at Edwards and I find out that shes run off with this lawyer." "So I packed my car, and I headed to" "CONTROL'." "Tijuana." "You've told this story, Kowalski." "As Houston recalls, she, took off in your '74 GTO." "Engineering requests fuel status on the jetpack prototype." "Five hours off the reservation and I show 30 percent drain." "Give my compliments to Engineering." "Except for a slight malfunction in the nulling of the roll axis... this jetpack is one prime piece of thrust." "CONTROL'." "Engineering says thank you." "Tell them I still prefer my '51 Corvette, though." "Speaking of which, did I ever tell you..." "We know the Corvette story." "Even Engineering?" "CONTROL'." "Especially Engineering." "We're going to miss you, Matt." "STONE'." "Comms card reboot in progress." "Thank you, doctor." "Sheriff, whats your status?" "Nearly there." "Replacing battery module A1 and C." "CONTROL'." "Could you be a little more specific?" "Indeterminate estimates make Houston anxious." "SHARWF'." "No, no, no, Houston." "Don't be anxious." "Anxiety's not good for the heart." "System is ready to reactivate." "Hubble telescope engaged." "Upgrade fully functional." "That applause you hear is for you, Sheriff." "Congratulations." "Kick back, take the rest of the day off." "CONTROL'." "Matt, do you have a visual... on just what Mission Specialist Sharifi is doing up there?" "He appears to be doing some farm of the Macarena." "But that would be just a best-guess scenario an my part." "Dr. Stone, Houston." "Medical now have you with a temperature drop to $5.9... and a heart-rate rise to 70." "How are you feeling?" "ST ONE'." "Houston, Pm fine." "It's just keeping your lunch down in zero-G is harder than it looks." "Dr. Stone, Medical is asking if you want to return to Explorer." "Negative." "We've been here a week, Houston." "Let's just finish this." "Ahem." "Card is up." "No, that's a negative." "I'm afraid we're getting nothing on this end, doctor." "TN 'again." "CONTROL'." "No, still nothing." "Houston, can you please turn that music off?" "Kowalski." "Not a problem." "Thank you, Kowalski." "New, Houston?" "That's a negative." "Could Houston be misinterpreting the data?" "CONTROL'." "Well, we're not receiving any data." "Engineering is recommending a vie-check for component damage." "Let me see what's going an." "What have we gut?" "Visual examination doesn't reveal any damaged components." "The problem must be originating from the camms panel." "CONTROL'." "Yeah, that seems to be the case." "Engineering admits that you warned us that this could happen." "That's as close to an apology as you're going to get from them." "We should have listened to you, doc." "Well, looks like we're going to have to improvise." "I'm an it." "CONTROL'." "How long do you think it'll take you?" "One hour." "Ahem." "Outstanding." "Installing your system in the Hubble is the purpose of this mission... and so we appreciate your patience, doctor." "Kowalski, we know you don't care about things like this... but, for your information, this delay is not going to be long enough... for you to break Anatoly Solovyev's spacewalking record." "It seems like you're gonna be left- Seventy-five minutes shy?" "Never crossed my mind." "Matt... it's been a privilege." "Right back at you, Houston." "Enjoy your last walk." "Am I a go to assist Dr. Stone in removing the panel?" " Assistance appreciated." " Permission granted." "Thank you, Houston." "Agh." "Mind if I join the fun?" "Certainly." "Haw you feeling?" "Like a Chihuahua that's being tumble-dried." "Well, it's been a rough week." "If it makes you feel any better..." "I coughed up everything but my kidneys an my first ride." "Shit." "Unh." " H a, ha." " Sorry." "I'm used to a basement lab in a hospital where things fall to the floor." "Thank you." "Well, you're the genius up here." "I only drive the bus." "Yeah, well, call me a genius... if I can get this board initialized in the next hour." "Explorer, this is Houston." "Go ahead, Houston." "NORAD reports a Russian satellite has incurred a missile strike." "The impact has created a cloud of debris... morbiting at 20,000 miles per hour." "Current debris orbit does not overlap with your trajectory." "We'll keep you posted on any developments." "WOMAN'." "Copy that, Houston." "Should we be worried?" "Na, let's let the bays dawn there worry for us." "Explorer, engage arm and pivot to cargo bay." "WOMAN'." "Stand by for arm maneuver." "Aah." "So, doc, now that you work for NASA, how do you like us?" "SHARWF'." "Kind of like winning the lottery, huh?" "I was just happy that they didn't cut the funding to my research." " Haw long was your training?" " Six months." ""SHARWF"." "Including holidays?" "STONE'." "Huh." "Se, what is this scanning system?" "SHARWF'." "Nothing, Matt." "It's just a new set of eyes to scan the edge of the universe." "It's designed for hospital use, but this one's a prototype." "WOMAN'." "Stand by for locking." " Unh." " Listen, they don't bankroll prototypes." "Even for your pretty blue eyes." "Well, my eyes are brawn." "Right now, your eyes are bloodshot." "SHARWF'." "Kowalski!" "Is this great or what?" "And to think he went to Harvard." "You gotta admit one thing:" "Can't beat the view." "Se, what do you like about being up here?" "The silence." "I could get used to it." "Terrific." "Houston, from first inspection, camms panel appears to be dead." "Am I a go to cut link to auxiliary?" "You're the expert, doctor." "It's your call." "Houston, I have a bad feeling about this mission." "Please elaborate." "It's the same feeling I had about Mardi Gras in 1981." "That is affirmative." "Surprisingly, Control hasn't heard the Mardi Gras story." "Please proceed." "Well, it's day one, and I'm bumping my way down Bourbon Street... laaking for a sister of a friend of mine." "Streets are full of people, I'm thinking there's no way I'm gonna find this girl." "Proceeding to override." "Then all of a sudden, I lack up and there she is." "I'm about to yell out." "I see she's holding hands with some hairy guy in board shorts... and a Margaritaville shirt." "And then I realize that this guy is not a guy." "That my girl is holding hands with..." "ISS, this is Houston." " Explorer, this is Houston." " Go ahead, Houston." "CONTROL'." "Mission abort." "Repeat, mission abort." "Initiate emergency disconnect from Hubble." "Begin reentry procedure." "ISS, initiate emergency evacuation." "WOMAN'." "Copy all, Houston, and in work." "Matt, immediate return to Explorer." "Repeat, immediate return to Explorer." "Copy." "Explorer, prep airlock." "Airlock engaged, ready to receive." "Houston, elaborate." "Debris from the missile strike has caused a chain reaction... hitting other satellites and creating new debris." "Traveling faster than a high-speed bullet up towards your altitude." "All copy." "Copy all." "Put a bow an it, Dr. Stone." "I can't." "The board is still initializing." " I'm not gonna ask you again." " One second." "Nat one second." "New." "Shut it dawn." "That's an order." "Okay, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, I'm dune." "I'm dune." "Kowalski, initiate emergency disconnect from the Hubble." " All right, Shariff, let's do this." " Roger, Matt." "Houston, update." "CONTROL'." "Well, we have a full-on chain reaction." "It's been confirmed that it's the unintentional side effect... of the Russians striking one of their own satellites." " They shot down their own satellite?" " Right of disposal." "Mast likely a spy sat gone bad." "New it's shrapnel." "Explorer, ready to disengage HST." "Locks releasing in three, two, one." "Explorer, new data coming through." "What's the blawback, Houston?" "CONTROL'." "It's not good." "Most of our systems are gone." "Debris chain reaction is out of control and rapidly expanding." "Multiple satellites are down and they keep on falling." "Define "multiple satellites."" "Most of them are gone." "Telecommunication systems are dead." "Expect a communication blackout at any moment." "STONE'." "Kowalski, visual of debris at 9 o'clock." "Half of North America just lost their Facebook." "Explorer, repeat... expect a communication blackout at any moment." "WOMAN'." "Copy that, Houston." "Explorer, this is Kowalski, confirming visual contact with debris." "Debris is from a BSE sat." " Heads up!" " Ta repeat, I have..." " Dr. Stone requesting faster transport." " We have to go." "We have to go, go, go!" "Kennedy reports meteorological conditions no-go..." "Houston, Explorer." "Copy." "Explorer, Dr. Stone requesting faster transport to bay area." "Explorer, do you copy?" " Explorer, permission to retrieve Dr. Stone." " You're a go, Kowalski." "Houston, this is Explorer, copy." " All right." " We've lost Houston." " Unh!" " We've lost Houston." "Unstrap." "Lack, we need to get the hell out of here." " Need some help there, Matt?" " Na, don't wait for us." " Unh!" " It's stuck!" "Man dawn!" "Man dawn!" " Houston, this is Explorer, copy." " Aah!" "WOMAN'." "Kowalski, repor" "Explorer's been hit." "Explorer, do you read?" "Raw.!" "Explorer, over." "Explorer." "Astronaut is off structure." "Dr. Stone is off structure." " Dr. Stone, detach!" "You must detach!" " Na!" "If you don't detach, that arm's gonna carry you too far!" " Listen to my voice!" "You need to focus!" " I can't!" "I'm losing visual of you." "In a few seconds I won't be able to track you." "You need to detach!" " I can't see you any more." "Do it now!" " I'm trying!" "I'm trying!" "Houston, I've lost visual of Dr. Stone." "Houston, I've lost visual of Dr. Stone." "Dr. Stone, do you copy?" "Repeat, do you copy?" " Yes, yes, yes, I copy!" "I'm detached!" " Give me your position." "I don't know!" "I don't know, I'm spinning!" "I can't...!" "Report your position." "GPS is dawn." "I can't..." "It's dawn, I can't..." " Give me a visual." " I told you, nothing." "I see nothing!" " Do you have a visual of Explorer?" " Na." " Do you have a visual of ISS?" " Na." "You need to focus." "Anything, use the sun and the Earth, give me coordinates." " I can't breathe!" "I can't breathe!" " Give me coordinates!" "Dr. Stone, do you copy?" "Kowalski'?" "Kowalski, do you copy'?" "Kowals-I have a vis- Kowalski, I have a visual." "I have a visual of Explorer." "With north at 12 o'clock... and the shuttle is at the center of the dial." "I can see the Chinese station." "Na, it's the International Space Station." "ISS is at..." "ISS is at 1 o'clock." "Lieutenant Kowalski, do you copy'?" "Explorer, do you co py'?" "Houston, do you copy?" "Houston, this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone." "I am off structure and I am drifting." "Do you copy'?" "Anyane...?" "Anybgdy...?" "Do you OKFPY?" "Please copy." "Please." "Dr. Stone, do you copy?" "Yeah, Lieutenant Kowalski, yes." "Yes, Lieutenant Kowalski, I'm here!" " Repeat, do you copy?" " Yes, yes, I copy, I'm here." "I'm here." "Flash your light." " My light?" " Flash it so I can see you." "Okay." "Okay, okay." "Here, here!" "I'm here!" "There you are." "Hang on tight." "Report your status." "I'm fine, I'm fine." "I'm all right." "Your status." "Give me your readings." "Three..." "Three..." "Three-paint-six PSI." "Your O2, give me your O2." "Oxygen is going down." "It's going down fast." "It's going down fast." "Nine..." "Na, 8 percent." "You're breathing too fast." "You're burning oxygen, and we don't wanna do that." "We wanna relax." "Copy?" "Okay, sorry." "Yes, copy." " AH right." "Nearly there." " Copy." "Please hurry." "You can holster that torch, Dr. Stone." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Aah!" "Gotcha." "All right, new I'm gonna tether you to me." "I know, you never realized haw devastatingly good-lacking I am." "But I need you to stop staring and help me with the tether." "Okay?" "Okay." "Okay." "I gut n." "All right, here we go." "Now, to clear you from the jets, I'm gonna give you a little push." " Na, no, no." " Nat a push." "A nudge." "Na, no, no!" "Damn it, no!" "See?" "Where you go, I go." "Better." "Let's get out of here." " Goddamn it!" "Agh." " I know what you mean." "Damn it." "You're burning oxygen." "We're going back to the shuttle." "How's that for a plan?" "Copy'?" "Fuck!" "Right." "Copy that." "Houston, in the blind." "This is Kowalski." "Dr. Stone and I are gonna make our way back to base." "Can you get the Explorer to prepare the airlock for arrival?" "Copy?" "Houston, this is Kowalski." "How do you copy?" "Houston, in the blind." "This is Kowalski." "They can't hear us." "We don't know that." "That's why we keep talking." "If somebody is listening, they might just save your life." "Set your watch for 90 minutes." " Why so?" " Houston clocked that debris... at 50,000 miles an hour." "If you factor in our current orbit... then I figure we gut about 90 minutes before we get our asses kicked again." "STONE'. 02 down to 5 percent." "Okay." "Pretty scary shit being untethered up here, isn't it?" "Yeah, pretty scary shit." "Well, you did all right." "Well, you weren't so bad yourself." "Houston, in the blind." "This is Kowalski." "Our current location is approximately..." "".900 meters out from the Explorer."" "Dr. Stone and I would like to retrieve the body... of Mission Specialist Shariff... and return it to the shuttle." "Am I a go to retrieve?" "Roger that." "Where is he?" "Where is he?" "My Gad." "My Gad." "My Gad." "Grab him!" "Grab him!" "Agh!" "I'm trying, I'm trying!" "You're pulling me away." "I got him!" " Clutch him like he's your valentine." " I gut him." "I can't engage my thrust with you two ya-yaing around." "Jesus Christ." "Here's hoping you have a hell of an insurance policy, Houston." "The damages to Explorer... mare catastrophic." "Will commence search for survivors." "STONE'." "O2 down to 5 percent." "All right, here we go." "Careful of the edges!" "Here." "Here!" "Houston, in the blind." "To confirm:" "Mission Specialist Dr. Stone and Mission Commander Matthew Kowalski... are the sale survivors of the STS-157." "I apologize for not complying." "I shauld've stopped working as scan as you instructed meta." "We were gonna get hit no matter what." "There was nothing you could do to change that." "He'!" "" "Yes?" "All right... we have to make our way to the space station." "Over there." "It's a bit of a hike... but we need to use their escape pod, the Soyuz, to get back to Earth." "Ag reed?" "Dr. Stone... . . agreed'?" "Ag reed." "All right." "After you." "On, Gad." "Houston, in the blind." "This is Kowalski." "Dr. Stone and I have determined to proceed to ISS... and use one of their Soyuz for reentry." "ISS, if you hear us... we could sure use a rescue mission." "STONE'." "O2 down to 2 percent." "We're getting there." "Beautiful, don't you think?" "ST ONE'." "What?" "The sunrise." "That's what I'm gonna miss the mast." "Sc where's home, Dr. Stone?" "Ryan, where's home?" " Home?" " Mm." "Dawn there." "Mather Earth." "Where do you pitch your tent?" "Lake Zurich." "Where the hell is that?" "Illinois." "Illinois." "Central time zone." "That would make it roughly... 8 p.m." "What are the good people of Lake Zurich doing at 8:00?" "I don't know." "I'm not gonna make it." "I'm slowing you dawn." "What would you be doing?" "Came an, Ryan." "It's 8:00." "You've just left the hospital after an 18-hour shift." "Driving home." "The radio." "I listen to the radio." "There we go." "Let me guess." "NPR?" "Classical?" "TOP 40?" "Anything." "I don't care, as long as they don't talk." "I just drive." "And where are you driving to?" "I just drive." "What do you miss dawn there?" "Is there a Mr. Stone?" "No." "Nobody special?" "Somebody dawn there lacking up... thinking about you'?" "Ryan?" "I had a daughter." "She was 4." "She was at school playing tag." "Slipped, hit her head, and that was it." "Stupidest thing." "I was driving when I got the call, so..." "Ever since then, that's what I do." "I wake up..." "I go to work... and I just drive." "0?" "down to 1 percent." "Well, I've gut good news and bad news." "The good news is, we're about 5 minutes from the ISS... and I know where the Russians stash their vodka." "And that is good, because I'm running an fumes here." "The bad news is..." "I'm gonna be about 10 minutes short of breaking Anataly's record, and..." " Ag h!" " What'?" "I'm redlining." "My O2 tank pressure is law." "Your tank is out of oxygen, but you still have it in your suit." "Gut it." "Sc you have to sip, not gulp." "Wine, not beer." "Sip, Ryan." "Houston, in the blind, we have a visual of the ISS." "The station must have been evacuated because the first Soyuz... is missing." "The second Soyuz exhibits surface damage... and its chute has been deployed." "Any use as an escape pad for reentry is impossible." "Shouldn't we be turning?" "We're drifting again." "Nat yet." "I wasn't kidding about those fumes." "This can has one or two good thrusts left... if we're lucky." "Steady." "Aim." "Fire." " Brake!" "Brake." "You have to brake!" " I can't, the can's... empty." "We're gonna hit hard." "Grab ahald of anything you can!" "What do I do?" "What do I do?" "Ryan!" "The tether brake, I'm detached!" "I'm detached!" "Grab ahald!" "Grab anything!" "Ryan!" " Give me five." " I've gut you." "I've gut you." "Right here." "Shit!" "Na, no, no!" "Gut you." "Gut you." "You just hold on, and I'm gonna start pulling you in." "Hey, doc." "Just hold an." "Hang an." " I am gonna pull you in." " Ryan, listen." "You have to let me go." " Na." " The rapes are tan loose." "I'm pulling you with me." " Let me go or we both die." " I'm not letting you go!" "We're fine!" "Unh." " Agh!" " Na." "Ryan, let go." "Na." "Na." "You're not going anywhere." "You're not going anywhere." " It's not up to you." " Na, no, no." "Please don't do this." "Please, please, please." "Please don't do this." "Please don't do this." "Na, no, no." "Please don't, Matt." "Please don't do this." "You're gonna make it, Ryan." "No!" "I had you." "I had you." "I had you." "Ryan, do you hear me?" "Do you COPY?" "My CO2 alarm went off." "My CO2 alarm went off." "Look, you need to board the station." "Do you see the airlock?" "Hey, Ryan." "You copy?" "Look for the airlock." "It's above you, next to the Zarya module." "You see it?" "Yes." "Yes, I see it." "I see it." "All right, good." "That's where you wanna go." "Now you're getting light-headed, right?" "Yeah." "Yes." "That's because you're breathing CO2." "You're losing consciousness." "You need to board the station." "Okay." "That second Soyuz is too damaged for reentry... but it's perfectly fine for a little Sunday drive." "Sunday drive?" "Look to the west." "You see that dot in the distance?" "That's a Chinese station." "Yes." "You're gonna take the Soyuz, and you're gonna cruise over there." "Chinese lifeboat is a Shemhuu." "I've never flown a Shenzhou." "It doesn't matter." "Its reentry protocol is identical to the Soyuz." "Okay." "You never flown the Soyuz either?" "Only a simulator." "Well, then you know." "But I crashed it." "It's a simulator, that's what it's designed for." "Every time." "I crashed it every time." "You point the damn thing at Earth." "It's not rocket science." "And by this time tomorrow, you're gonna be back in Lake Zurich with a hell of a story to tell." "You copy?" "Ryan, you COPY?" " I'm gonna take the Soyuz and come get you." " No, you're not." " I'm coming to get you." " I've got too much of a head start." " I'm coming to get you." " I'm afraid that ship already sailed." "Ryan, you're gonna have to learn to let go." "But I..." "I wanna hear you say... you're gonna make it." "Come on, Ryan, say it." "I'm gonna make it." "All right." "Keep going." "What kind of a name is Ryan for a girl?" "Dad wanted a bay." "Are you close to the airlock?" "Nat yet." "Keep going." "So now that we have some distance between us... you're attracted to me, right?" "What?" "Well, people say I have beautiful blue eyes." "You have beautiful..." "You have beautiful blue eyes." "I have brown eyes." "Hey, you wanna know the good news?" "What?" "I'm gonna break Anatoly's record... and I think mine's gonna stand for a long, long time." "No." "I'm coming to get you." "My God." "What?" "What?" "Wow." "Hey, Ryan?" "Yeah?" "You should see the sun on the Ganges." "It's amazing." "Where are you?" "Where are you?" "Camms." "Camms." "There you are." "Okay." "Matt, this is Ryan, copy." "Matt, this is Ryan, copy." "Matt, I made it, I'm here, I'm on the station." "Do you copy'?" "Came an, Matt, talk to me." "Tell me where you are, give me your position." "Where are you?" "Give me a visual." "Just tell me what you see." "Came an." "You've been yammering since we left Cape Canaveral." "New you decide to shut up?" "Talk to me." "Just say something, say anything." "I don't care." "He'!" "" "Tell me about, Mardi Gras." "Tell me about the hairy guy." "Huh?" "Tell me what happened." "What happened to the, hairy guy?" "Please talk to me." "Please." "Houston, in the blind... this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone reporting from the ISS." "All communications with Mission Commander Matthew Kowalski... have been last." "Radio transmission absent." "Visuals nonexistent." "Ta confirm..." "I, Ryan Stone, am the sale survivor..." "Of STS-157." "What new?" "Agh." "Okay." "Okay." "Where is it, where is it?" "Where is the power?" "Here you are." "Okay, great, just like training." "Undacking, undacking." "Undacking." "Red." "Okay." "Okay, where is it?" "Where is it?" "Came an." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay, I remember this." "I remember this." "You don't have four minutes." "We're going manual." "Came an." "Okay." "Okay." "Activate..." "Activate undack." "Seven minutes to get out of here." "All right, okay." "What?" "What, what?" "Na, no, no!" "Unh!" "Agh." "Stop, stop, stop!" "That's right, that's right." "Came an, came an." "That's right, that's right, that's right." "Came an." "Great." "Clear skies with a chance of satellite debris." "Okay, we detach this and we go home." "Piece of cake." "Okay." "Okay, what do we have?" "Okay, all right." "Shit." "Okay, came an." "Come on, come on." "All right." "I hate space." "Shut up." "Okay." "All right." "That's good." "Okay." "Let's stabilize you." "Okay." "Let's go visit the Chinese station." "Houston, in the blind..." "Tiangong is approximately 100 kilometers... to the west... and I am off its course by about... 13 degrees." "I will correct trajectory." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "I will engage S-Ka-Dae... in five, four, three... two, one." "What's happening, what's happening?" "Came an, came an." "One." "Came an, came an, came an." "You gotta be kidding me." "You gotta be kidding me!" "Na!" "Don't you fu..." "Houston, in the blind." "Houston, in the blind, this is Dr. Ryan Stone." "I'm calling from the Suyu TMA-NM." "I'm currently out of fuel and adrift, do you copy?" "Houston." "This is Dr. Ryan Stone." "Do you COPY?" "Houston." "This is Ryan Stone." "Do you COPY?" "Houston, this is Mission..." "Mission Specialist Ryan Stone." "Do you OKFPY?" "Houston." "Houston, please confirm identity." "Houston, you're coming in over an AM frequency." "Copy." "Do you OKFPY?" "Is this the Chinese station?" "Is this Tiangong?" "Copy." "Mayday, can you copy?" "Mayday, mayday." "Mayday." " Mayday." " Yes, yes." "Mayday, mayday." " Mayday." " Mayday, mayday." "MAN'." "Aningaaq." " Aningaaq, is that your name?" " Aningaaq." " Aningaaq is your name?" "Ls that your name?" " Mayday." "Aningaaq." ""Aningaaq-Milli"!" "" "Na, no, no." "Na, my name is not mayday." "I'm Stone." "Dr. Ryan Stone." "I need help." "I am" "Those are dogs." "They're calling from Earth." "They're calling from Earth." "Ha-ha-ha!" "Aningaﬂlb- make your dogs bark again for me, would you, please?" "Your dogs." "Dogs, you know." " Ha-ha-ha!" " Woof, woof." "Dogs." "Woof, woof." "I'm gonna die, Aningaaq." "I know, we're all gonna die." "Everybody knows that." "But I'm gonna die today." "Funny, that." "You know, to know..." "But the thing is, it's that I'm still scared." "I'm really scared." "Nobody will mourn for me, no one will pray for my soul." "Will you mourn for me?" "Will you say a prayer for me?" "Or is it tan late?" "I mean, I'd say one for myself, but I've never prayed in my life, so..." "Nobody ever taught me haw." "Nobody ever taught me haw." "A baby." "There's a baby with you, huh?" "Is that a lullaby you're singing?" "That's so sweet." "I used to sing to my baby." "I hope I see her scan." "That's nice, Aningaaq." "Keep singing, just like that." "Sing meta sleep, and I'll sleep." "Keep singing." "And sing and sing." "Na, no, no, don't!" "Check your watch." "Thirteen hours and 11 minutes." "Call Anataly and tell him he's been bumped." " It's a little gloomy in here, isn't it?" " Haw did you-f?" " Trust me, it's a hell of a story." " But haw did you-f?" "That's better." "I found a little extra..." "A little extra battery power." "It helps that I didn't have you around to distract me." "I have to say, I'm glad to see you." "I didn't think you were gonna make it." "Did you find the vodka?" " You never told me where it was, so..." " Well..." "Ta Anataly." "Huh?" "Na?" "All right." "Let's get out of here." "The Chinese station's about 100 miles." "Just a little Sunday drive." " We can't." " Sure we can." " There's no fuel, I tried everything." " Well, there's always something we can do." "I tried everything." "Did you try the soft landing jets?" "They're for landing, so..." "Landing is launching." "It's the same." "Didn't you learn that in training?" " I never got to land the simulator, I told you." " But you know about it." " And I crashed it every time." " Do you wanna go back or stay here'?" "I get it, it's nice up here." "You can just shut dawn all the systems... turn out all the lights... and just close your eyes and tune out everybody." "There's nobody up here that can hurt you." "It's safe." "I mean, what's the paint of going an?" "What's the paint of living?" "Your kid died." "Doesn't get any rougher than that." "But still, it's a matter of what you do now." "If you decide to go, then you gattajust get an with it." "Sit back, enjoy the ride." "You gotta plant both your feet on the ground and start living life." "Haw did you get here?" "I'm telling you, it's a hell of a story." "Hey, Ryan?" "What?" "It's time to go home." "Landing..." "Landing..." "Landing is launching." "I said..." "Okay, landing, landing." "Landing is green." "Agh." "Okay." "Okay, landing." "All right." "Okay." "Soft landing jets trigger automatically... at 3 meters before landing, so..." "You're a clever sun of a bitch, Matt." "I need tam." "I need to get rid of the Bay-O... and the engine module." "Right." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Tri-module separation." "Ga." "Okay." "Houston, here's the tricky part." "Soyuz has to think... we are 3 meters off the Earth." "All right." "Okay." "Hey, Matt?" "Since I had to listen to endless hours... of your storytelling this week, I need you to do me a favor." "You are gonna see a little girl with brawn hair... very messy, lots of knots." "She doesn't like to brush it." "That's okay." "Her name is Sarah." "Can you please tell her... that Mama found her red shoe'?" "She was so worried about that shoe, Matt." "But it was just right under the bed." "Give her... a big hug and a big kiss for me and tell her that Mama misses her." "You tell her that she is my angel." "And she makes me so proud." "Se, so proud." "And you tell her that I'm not quitting." "You tell her that I lave her, Matt." "You tell her that I lave her so much." "Can you do that for me?" "Roger that." "Here we go." "You're lasing altitude, Tiangong." "You keep dropping and you're gonna kiss the atmosphere." "But not without me because you're my last ride." "Wait." "Five." "Faun." "Three..." "Na more just driving." "Let's go home." "Okay, came an." "Came an." "Came an." "Steady, steady." "Came an." "Came an." "Agh!" "Where are you?" "Where are you?" "Forty-five, 90, 180." "One-eighty." "Agh!" "Came an." "Okay." "Damn it." "Agh!" "Agh!" "Shit!" "Shenzhou, came an." "Shenzhou." "Shenzhou." "Fuck!" "Okay, this way." "In the Soyuz, the power button is... here." "Okay, undacking, undacking." "Um..." "Eenie, meenie..." "Okay, that doesn't sound good." "Minie..." "I "I" ICD" "Minie..." "I "I" ICD" "Okay." "Okay, good." "Houston." "Houston, in the blind." "This is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone reporting from the Shenzhou." "I'm about to undack from Tiangong." "And I have a bad feeling about this mission." "Ha, ha." "Reminds me of a story, Houston." "Aah!" "Never..." "Never mind the story, Houston." "Never mind the story." "It's getting hat in here." "Okay." "All right." "Okay." "All right, the way I see it... there's only two possible outcomes." "Either I make it dawn there in one piece... and I have one hell of a story to tell... or I burn up in the next 1O minutes." "Aah." "Either way, whichever way... na harm, no foul!" "Aah!" "Because either way... it'll be one hell of a ride." "I'm ready." "Shenzhau, in the blind... this is Houston." "Indicate FM frequency." "Our radars detect you on a reentry trajectory." "If you copy, please confirm identity." "This is Houston...." "CONTROL'." "Please confirm identity." "MAN 1'." "Skies over the Midwest are completely clear" "CONTROL'." "Rescue mission is on the way." "Shemhuu, in the blind, this is Houston." "We've deployed a rescue mission" "Our radar" "Thank you." "No." "Three, two... one, mark." "One, mark."