"All right, team... stay in sight of each other." "Let's make NASA proud today." "How's it looking over there, Watney?" "Well, you'll be happy to hear... that in grid section 14-28... the particles were predominantly coarse... but in 29, they're much finer... and they should be ideal for chem analysis." "Oh, wow." "Did everybody hear that?" "Mark just discovered dirt." "Should we alert the media?" "Sorry, what are you doing today, Martinez?" "Making sure the MAV is still upright?" "Well, I like you to know that... visual inspection of the equipment... is imperative to mission success." "I also would like to report, that the MAV is still upright." "Watney, you keep leaving your channel open... which leads to Martinez responding... which leads to all of us listening... which leads to me being annoyed." "Roger that." "Martinez, the Captain would like you... to please, uh, shut your smart mouth." "We'd prefer to use a different adjective... to describe Martinez's mouth." "Oh... did Beck just insult me?" ""Dr. Beck." And yes." "I'm happy to turn the radios off from here, commander." "Just say the word." "Wait, Johanssen... constant communication is the hallmark..." "Shut 'em off." "No." "No." "Excuse me." "I apologize for my countrymen, Vogel." "Accepted." "How many samples do we need, Commander?" "Seven." "100 grams each." "We have a mission update." "A storm warning." "Commander, you should come inside." "You're gonna want to see this." "What is it?" "A storm warning." "I saw that, in this morning's briefing." "We'll be inside before it hits." "Yeah, they upgraded their estimate." "The storm's gonna be a lot worse." "Martinez, how does it look?" "Not good." ""1,200 kilometers in diameter, bearing 24.41 degrees."" "That's tracking right towards us." ""Based on current escalation... estimated force of 8,600 Newtons."" "What's the abort force?" "7,500." "Anything more than that and the MAV could tip." "Do we scrub?" "Begin abort procedure." "They are estimating with a margin of error." "We... could wait it out." "Let's wait it out." "Let's wait it out." "Commander?" "Prep emergency departure." "Commander?" "We're scrubbed." "That's an order." "Martinez, how long before take-off?" "Twelve minutes." "Visibility is almost zero." "Anyone gets lost... hone in on my suit's telemetry." "You ready?" "Ready!" "Commander, are you okay?" "I'm okay!" "Commander, we're at 10 degrees... and the MAV is gonna tip at 12.3." "Hey!" "We might be able to keep the MAV from tipping." "How?" "Use the cables from the comms mast as guide-lines... anchor it with the Rover's." "Watch out!" "Watney!" "Warning." "Suit breach, detected." "What happened?" "He was hit." "Watney, report!" "Before we lost telemetry... his decompression alarm went off." "Johanssen, where did you last see him?" "He's offline." "I cant..." "I don't know where he is." "What are the vitals on his suit?" "He's offline!" "Negative." "Complete Loss Of Signal on Watney." "Beck?" "Yeah!" "How long can he survive decompression?" "Less than a minute." "Line up, walk west." "He may be prone." "We don't wanna step over him." "Commander..." "Warning." "we're at 10.5 degrees." "Excessive tilt." "Tilting to 11 with all the gusts of wind." "Copy that." "Everyone, hone in on Martinez's suit." "It'll get you to airlock." "Get in, prep for launch." "What about you, Commander?" "I'm gonna search a little longer." "Get moving!" "Go!" "Watney!" "Watney, report!" "The MAV's at 11.6 degrees." "One good gust, and we're tipping." "If it tips, you launch." "You really think I'm gonna leave you behind?" "That's an order, Martinez." "Mark!" "Mark!" "Can you hear me?" "Martinez, what about the proximity radar?" "Could that detect Watney's suit?" "It's made to see the Hermes from orbit... not a little piece of metal from a single suit." "Give it a try." "Roger." "the infrared can't get through a sandstorm." "She's grasping for anything." "We got negative contact on the proximity radar." "Nothing?" "No." "I can barely see the HAB." "Commander, I know you don't wanna hear this, but..." "Mark is dead." "Commander!" "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you, man?" "My friend just died." "I don't want my commander to die, too." "Stability warning." "We're tipping!" "Commander, you need to get back to the ship, now!" "13 degrees." "If we pass balance, we'll never rock back." "I've got one more trick left... and then I'm following orders, commander." "You're firing the OMS?" "That's right." "Commander!" "On my way." "Johanssen, let's go." "Mark!" "We're at 11.5 and holding." "Ready to go on your command." "Ready to launch." "Commander?" "I need you to verbally tell me whether, or not to." "Launch." "At around 4:30 A.M. Central standard time... our satellites detected a storm... approaching the Ares 3 mission site, on Mars." "At 6:45, the storm had escalated to severe... and we had no choice but to abort the mission." "Thanks to the quick action of Commander Lewis..." "Astronauts Beck, Johanssen, Martinez and Vogel... were all able to reach the Mars ascent vehicle... and perform an emergency launch at 7:28 Central time." "Unfortunately, during the evacuation... astronaut Mark Watney was struck by debris and killed." "Commander Lewis and the rest of her team... were able to intercept safely with the Hermes... and are now heading home." "But, Mark Watney, is dead." "Director Sanders!" "Oxygen level critical." "Oxygen level critical." "Oxygen level..." "Pressure stable." "Fuck." "Okay." "Okay." "Hello, this is Mark Watney, astronaut." "I'm entering this log for the record... in case I don't make it." "It is 06:53 on SOL 19... and I'm alive." "Obviously." "But I'm guessing that's gonna come as a surprise... to my crewmates and to NASA." "And to the entire world, really, so... surprise!" "I did not die on SOL 18." "Best I can figure... this length of our primary communications antenna... broke off..." "And tore through my bio-monitor... and ripped a hole in me, as well." "But the antenna and the blood, really... managed to seal the breach in my suit... which kept me alive... even though the crew must have thought I was dead." "I have no way to contact NASA." "And even if I could, it's gonna be four years... until a manned mission can reach me." "And I'm in a HAB designed to last thirty-one days." "If the oxygenator breaks, I'm gonna suffocate." "If the water reclaimer breaks, I'll die of thirst." "If the HAB breaches, I'm just gonna, kind of... implode." "And if by some miracle, none of that happens... eventually I'm gonna run out of food." "So..." "Yeah." "Yeah." "I'm not gonna die here." "Thirty-two... thirty-three... thirty-four... thirty-five, thirty-six... sweet and sour chicken." "What do we got?" "Right, let's do the math." "Our surface mission here was supposed to last 31 SOLs." "For redundancy, they sent 68 SOLs worth of food." "That's for six people." "So, for just me, that's gonna last 300 SOLs... which I figure I can stretch to 400, if I ration." "So, I got to figure out a way to grow... three years' worth of food, here... on a planet where nothing grows." "Luckily..." "I'm a botanist." "Mars will come to fear my botany powers." "Pressure stable." "Staple came out." "Fuck you, Mars." "Johanssen, Jesus." "The problem is water." "I have created 126 square meters of soil." "But every cubic meter of soil requires... forty liters of water to be farmable." "So, I gotta make a lot more water." "Good thing is, I know the recipe." "You take hydrogen, you add oxygen, you burn." "Now, I have hundreds of liters... of unused hydrazine at the MDV." "If I run the hydrazine over an iridium catalyst... it'll separate into N2 and H2." "And then if I just direct the hydrogen into a small area... and burn it." "Luckily, in the history of humanity... nothing bad has ever happened... from lighting hydrogen on fire." "NASA hates fire." "Because of the whole..." ""Fire makes everybody die in space" thing." "So, everything they sent us up here with... is flame-retardant... with the notable exception of..." "Martinez's personal items." "I am sorry, Martinez." "But if you didn't want me to go through your stuff... you shouldn't have left me for dead on a desolate planet." "By the way, I'm figuring you're gonna be... fine with this, given my present situation." "Taking a holiday from being cool?" "Counting on you." "Whoo!" "So, yeah, I blew myself up." "Best guess..." "I forgot to account for the excess oxygen... that I've been exhaling when I did my calculations." "Because I'm stupid." "Yeah, I'm gonna get back to work, here... just as soon as my ears stop ringing." "Interesting side note... this is actually how the jet propulsion lab was founded." "Five guys at CalTech were trying to make rocket fuel... and they nearly burned down their dorm." "And rather than expel them... they banished them to a nearby farm... told them to keep working." "And now we have a space program." "Okay." "Hey, there." "The nation was blessed... to have Mark serving in our space program." "While his loss will be deeply felt... the men and women of NASA will soldier forth... onward and upward in the mission of their agency." "By doing so, they honor the legacy..." "Mark's leaving behind... and they ensure his sacrifice will not be in vain." "I have the honor of speaking... not only for the men and women of NASA... but for people all over the world..." "I thought you gave a lovely speech, by the way." "I need you to authorize my satellite time." "It's not gonna happen." "We're funded for five Ares missions." "I think I can get Congress to authorize a sixth." "No." "Ares 3 evac'd after 18 SOLs." "There's half a mission worth of supplies, up there." "I can sell it at a fraction... of the cost of a normal mission... and all I have to know is, what's left of our assets." "You're not the only one who needs satellite time." "We've got the Ares 4 supply missions, coming up." "We should be focusing on the Schiaparelli crater." "Okay, we got twelve satellites, up there." "Surely we can spare a few hours..." "It's not about the satellite time, Vince." "We're a public domain organization." "We need to be transparent on this." "Okay." "The second we point the satellites at the HAB..." "I broadcast pictures... of Mark Watney's dead body to the world." "You're afraid of a PR problem?" "Of course I'm afraid of a PR problem." "Another mission?" "Congress won't reimburse us for a paper clip... if I put a dead astronaut on the front page... of the Washington Post." "He's not going anywhere, Teddy." "I mean, he's not... he's not gonna decompose, you know." "He's gonna be up there, forever." "Meteorology estimates that he'll be covered in sand... from normal weather activity, within a year." "We can't wait a year." "We got work to do." "Ares 5 won't even launch for five years." "We have plenty of time." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay, consider this." "Right now, the world's on our side." "Sympathy for the Watney family." "Ares 6 could bring his body home." "Now, we don't say that's the purpose of the mission..." "But we make it clear, that that would be a part of it." "We frame it that way." "More support from congress." "But not if we wait a year." "We wait a year, nobody gives a shit." "Vincent Kapoor?" "6-2." "7-6-2." "Acidalia Planitia." "What?" "Hi." "Security?" "This is Mindy Park, in SATCON." "I need the emergency contact for Vincent Kapoor." "Yes, him." "Yes, it's an emergency!" "How sure?" "100%." "You've got to be shitting me." "Prove it to me." "For a start... the solar panels have been cleaned." "They could have been cleaned by wind." "Back it up." "Look at Rover 2." "According to the logs..." "Commander Lewis took it out on SOL 17... plugged it into the HAB, to recharge." "It's been moved." "She could have forgotten to log the move." "No, not likely." "Let's get on CAPCOM and ask her directly, right now." "No." "No." "If Watney is really alive... we don't want the Ares 3 crew to know." "How can you not tell them?" "They have another ten months on their trip home." "Space travel is dangerous." "They need to be alert and undistracted." "But they already think he's dead." "And they'd be devastated to find out... they left him there alive." "I'm sorry, but you have not thought this through." "What are we gonna say?" ""Dear America... remember that astronaut we killed... and had a really nice funeral, for?" "Turns out he's alive, and we left him on Mars." "Our bad." "Sincerely, NASA."" "Do you realize the shitstorm that is about to hit us?" "How are we going to handle the public?" "Legally, we have 24 hours to release these pictures." "We release a statement with them." "We don't want people working it out on their own." "Yes, sir." "But, if my math is right, he's going to starve to death... long before we can help him." "Can you imagine what he's going through, up there?" "He's 50 million miles away from home." "He thinks he's totally alone." "What does that do to a man, psychologically?" "What the hell is he thinking right now?" "I'm definitely gonna die up here... if I have to listen to any more God-awful disco music." "My God, Commander Lewis... couldn't you have packed anything from this century?" "No, I am not, I'm not gonna "Turn the beat around."" "I refuse to." "Mr. Sanders?" "Mr. Sanders?" "What attempts have been made... to make contact with Mark Watney?" "We're working on that." "Does he have enough supplies to survive?" "We'll be looking into that." "What does this say about the agency?" "Are you gonna resign?" "No." "Director Sanders!" "It's time to start thinking long term." "The next NASA mission is Ares 4... and it's supposed to land at Schiaparelli crater... 3200 kilometers away." "3,200 kilometers." "In four years, when the next Ares crew arrives..." "I'll have to be there." "Which means I have to get to the crater." "Okay, so here's the rub." "I've got one working Rover... designed to go a max distance of thirty-five kilometers... before the battery has to be recharged at the HAB." "That's problem "A"." "Problem "B" is, this journey's gonna take me... roughly 50 days to complete." "So, I gotta live for 50 days... inside a Rover, with marginal life support... the size of a small van." "So, in the face of overwhelming odds..." "I'm left with only one option." "I'm gonna have to science the shit out of this." "Okay, so, success." "Uh..." "I have doubled my battery life by scavenging Rover 1." "But if I use the heater..." "I will burn through half my battery every day." "If I do not use my heater, I will be... slowly killed by the laws of thermodynamics." "I would love to solve this problem right now... but unfortunately... my balls are frozen." "I can't." "I'm calling it." "I'm calling it." "Good news, I may have a solution... to my heating problem." "Bad news, it involves me digging up the Radio-Isotope..." "Thermo-Electric Generator." "Now, if I remember my training correctly... one of the lessons was titled..." ""Don't dig up the big box of Plutonium, Mark."" "I get it." "RTGs are good for Spacecraft... but if they rupture around humans... no more humans." "Which is why we buried it when we arrived." "And planted that flag... so we would never be stupid enough... to accidentally go near it, again." "But as long as I don't break it..." "I almost just said..." ""Everything will be fine" out loud." "Look, the point is, I'm not cold, anymore." "And sure, I could choose to think... about the fact that I'm warm... because I have a decaying... radioactive isotope riding right behind me... but right now, I got bigger problems on my hands." "I have scoured every single data file... on Commander Lewis' personal drive." "This is officially the least disco song she owns." "Yeah." "Where is Watney going?" "We believe that he's preparing for a journey." "He's been conducting incremental tests... taking the Rover 2 out for longer... and longer trips, each time." "To what end?" "Why would he leave... the relative safety of the HAB?" "Well, we think that he plans to travel... to the Ares 4 launch site... in order to make contact with us... but it would be a dangerous gamble." "But if we could talk to him... we would tell him to stay put... and to trust that we are doing everything in our power... to bring him home alive." "Thank you very much." "Don't say "bring him home alive," Vincent." "You know what?" "These interviews aren't easy." "So, god forbid, I try to say something... proactive and positive." "Annie?" "No more Vincent on TV." "Copy that." "76 kilometers." "Am I reading that right?" "Are you asking me?" "I am." "Yes, sir." "Mark drove two hours straight away from the HAB... did a short EVA and then drove for another two." "We think the EVA was to change batteries." "He didn't load up the oxygenator... or the water reclaimer?" "Every 41 hours, there's a 17 minute gap." "It's just the way the orbits work... so, it's possible that we missed something." "I want that gap down to four minutes." "I'm giving you total authority... over satellite trajectories and orbital adjustments." "Make it happen." "Okay." "Let's assume Miss Park didn't miss anything." "So, Mark's not going to Ares 4." "Yet." "But he's smart enough to figure out... that's his only chance." "Bruce, what's the earliest we can get a pre-supply, there?" "With the positions of Earth and Mars... it'll take nine months." "It'll take six months to build it, in the first place." "Three months." "Three?" "That's..." "You're going to say "It's impossible..."" "and then I'm gonna make a speech... about the blinding capabilities of the JLP team... and then you're gonna do the math... and you're gonna say something like..." ""The overtime alone, will be a nightmare."" "The overtime alone, will be a nightmare." "Get started." "I'll find you the money." "We need to tell the crew." "Mitch, we've discussed this." "No, you discussed this." "I'm the one who decides what's best for the crew." "They deserve to know." "Once there's a real rescue plan, we'll tell them." "Otherwise, it's moot." "Bruce has three months to get the payload done." "That's all that matters, right now." "We'll do our best." "Mark dies, if you don't." "It's been 48 SOLs since I planted the potatoes." "So, now it's time to reap and re-sow." "They grew even better than I expected." "I now have 400 healthy potato plants." "I dug them up, being careful to leave their plants alive." "The smaller ones I'll re-seed... the larger ones are my food supply." "All natural, organic, Martian grown potatoes." "You don't hear that every day, do you?" "And by the way, none of this matters at all... if I can't figure out a way to make contact with NASA." "I know what I'm gonna do." "Oh!" "He's moving again." "Where the hell is he going?" "He hasn't changed course for thirteen days." "He's nowhere near the Ares 4." "Well, unless he's not taking a direct route." "I mean, he might be trying to avoid some obstacle." "What obstacle?" "It's Acidalia Planitia." "There's nothing out there except the..." "What?" "I need a map." "Yeah." "Hey, come on." "What are you doing?" "It's all right, it's all right." "Can I borrow this?" "Okay, so, where is the HAB's location?" "Uh, 31.2 degrees north, 28.5 degrees west." "Okay." "Mmm-hmm." "Where's Watney?" "Uh... there." "Okay." "Okay." "I know where he's going." "I need to get on an airplane." "Hi." "Right this way." "Follow me." "Vincent, how are you?" "Good to see you." "Good flight?" "Uh..." "Yeah." "It's in storage, just around the corner." "Hey, Vincent, nice to see you again." "Nice to see you." "What are the chances Mark can get it working again?" "It's hard to say." "We lost contact in '97." "We think it was battery failure." "I'd like to point out that... it lasted three times longer than expected, in any given..." "Nobody's criticizing JPL's work, Bruce." "I just need to speak to everybody... that was here, in '97." "They're already here." "Guys." "I'd like to introduce Vincent Kapoor... director of Mars missions for NASA." "This is our current team... and our original project members." "Is this the replica?" "This is her." "Okay." "Let's see it." "Pathfinder." "Pathfinder." "Come on, come on." "Holy shit." "Okay." "Broadcasting status." "Listening for telemetry signal." "Uh-huh." "Okay." "Signal acquired." "All right." "Okay." "Camera." "Incoming." ""Are you receiving me?"" ""Yes." "No."" "Okay, point the camera at "Yes."" "32-minute round-trip communications time." "All he can do is ask yes or no questions... and all we can do is point the camera." "This won't exactly be an Algonquin round table... of snappy repartee." "Are you kidding me?" "Tim, Tim." "Just point the camera." "Roger that." "Pointing the camera." "Whoo!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "So, here's the rub." "Somehow we have to have complex... astrophysical engineering conversations... using nothing but a still-frame camera... from 1996." "Luckily... the camera does spin." "So, I can make an alphabet." "It can't be our alphabet." "26 characters plus a question card... into 360, gives us 13 degrees of arc." "That's way too narrow." "I'd never know what the camera was pointing at." "Ooh." "Hexadecimals." "Hexadecimals to the rescue." "I figured one of you guys... kept an ASCII table, lying around." "And I was right." "Ladies and gentlemen..." "I give you, super-nerd, Beth Johanssen." "Who also had copies of Zork II... and "Leather Goddesses of Phobos" on her personal laptop." "Seriously, Johanssen... it's like the Smithsonian of loneliness, on there." "Not that I'm complaining." "Yes!" "Who am I to talk about loneliness?" "I know where he's going with this." ""F, o."" ""7, w."" "Vincent." "Vincent, wake up." "Now that we can have more complicated conversations..." "The smart people at NASA have sent me instructions... on how to hack the Rover... so that it can talk to Pathfinder." "If I hack a tiny bit of code... just 20 instructions in the Rover's operating system..." "NASA can link the Rover to Pathfinder's... broadcasting frequency... and we're in business." ""Mark... this is Vincent Kapoor." "We've been watching you since SOL 54." "The whole world is rooting for you." "Amazing job getting Pathfinder." "We're working on rescue plans." "Meantime, we're putting together a supply mission... to keep you fed until Ares 4 arrives."" "Okay." "Okay." ""Glad to hear it." "Really looking forward to not dying." "How's the crew?" "What did they say when they found out I was alive?"" "Guys, can we get some space, please?" "Me?" "Yeah, you." "Give me a sec." "Just tell him." ""We haven't told the crew you are alive, yet." "We need them to concentrate on their mission."" "What the fuck?" "What the fuck?" "Okay, he says, "They don't know I'm alive?" "What the..." F-word." "F-word in gerund form." "F-word, again, "is wrong with you?"" ""Mark, please watch your language." "Everything you type... is being broadcast live all over the world."" "Yeah?" "Oh, my God." "Yes, sir." "He is under a tremendous amount of stress." "I understand." "We're working on it." "I'm sure he didn't mean what he said." "Thank you, Mr. President." "Problem is, Mark's right." "The longer we wait, the worse it's gonna get." "We need to tell the crew." "You're bringing this up while Vincent is in Pasadena... so he can't argue the other side." "I shouldn't have to answer to Vincent... or anyone else." "It's time, Teddy." "Commander Lewis?" "Go ahead." "Data dump is almost complete." "Copy that." "On my way." "You're in a hurry." "Yeah." "My son turned three, yesterday." "Should be pictures of the party." "Got a batch of personals." "Dispatching them to your laptops, now." "I don't need to read Vogel's weird German fetish e-mails." "They're telemetry updates." "Hey, whatever does it for you, man." "There's a video message." "It's addressed to the whole crew." "Play it." "Come on, guys." "I wanna get in, on that telemetry action." "Hi, hello." "It's Mitch." "Mitch Henderson." "I have some news." "There's no subtle way to put this." "Mark Watney is still alive." "Oh, my God." "I know that's a surprise and I know... you will have a lot of questions." "But here are the basics." "He's alive and he's healthy." "We found out two months ago, and decided not to tell you." "Two months?" "Oh, my God." "I was strongly against that decision." "We're telling you now because..." "We finally have communication with him... and a viable rescue plan." "We'll give you a write-up of what happened... a full write-up of everything." "But it's not your fault." "Mark stresses that, every time it comes up." "So... yeah... take some time to absorb this." "And send all the questions you want." "We'll answer them." "All right." "Henderson out." "Holy shit, he's alive." "I left him behind." "No." "No." "We all left together." "You were following orders." "I left him behind." "So, now that NASA can talk to me... they won't shut up." "They want constant updates on every HAB system... and they got a room full of people... trying to micromanage my crops... which is awesome." "Look, I don't mean to sound arrogant, or anything... but I am the greatest botanist on this planet, so..." "One big bonus... to this communication with NASA again... big data dumps, like when I was on the Hermes." "I even got one from the President." "The coolest one, though, the coolest one I got... was from university of Chicago... my Alma Mater." "They say that once you grow crops somewhere... you've officially colonized it." "So, technically..." "I colonized Mars." "In your face, Neil Armstrong." "In other news, there's been a request... for me to pose for a photograph... on my next transmission." "I'm trying to figure out whether..." "I should go with "High School senior"... or "Coquettish Ingenue."" "But, I'm not really sure how that's gonna look... with my spacesuit on." "Hey!" "What is he doing?" "I asked for a photo, and what, he's "the Fonz?"" "Just be grateful we got you something, Annie." "I can't use this, Vincent, and you know that." "I need a picture of his face." "I could tell him to take off his helmet... but then he'd, you know, die, so..." "We'll release the photo when we detail the rescue operation." "I want to announce we're launching... some supplies to him next year... during the Hohmann transfer window." "Bruce, your team's still on schedule?" "It'll be tight, but we'll make it." "Nine-month travel time." "That puts the probe to Mars on SOL 868." "Did we get the botany team's analysis?" "Yeah, they estimate Mark's crops will last till SOL 912." "They grudgingly admit that he's doing great work." "Grudgingly?" "Oh, yeah." "Mark has a tendency to tell them to have sex with themselves... whenever they question one of his decisions." "Get him in line, Vincent." "We can't afford any miscommunication." "I hate this margin." "912 SOLs worth of food." "We get there on 868." "And that's assuming nothing goes wrong." "Suit breach detected." "Oxygen level critical." "Oxygen level, 10%." "Oxygen level, 5%." "Suit pressure, stable." "Pressure stable." "God!" "God, God, God, God!" "Crops are dead." "Complete loss of pressure boiled off most of the water." "Any bacteria that survived... died in the subzero temperatures... when exposed to Mars' atmosphere." "How long does he have?" "Oh, ge can still eat the potatoes he has... he just can't grow any more, so... give him 200 SOLs." "Rations get him to what?" "SOL 409?" "Mmm-hmm." "So, with potatoes, 609." "So, by SOL 868, he'll be long dead." "We're gonna have to launch as soon as possible... which changes our travel time." "Yeah, we're working on it." "Prelim estimates call for a 414-day trip." "It's SOL 135, now." "We need thirteen days to mount the boosters... perform inspections... which gives Bruce and his team... forty-seven days to make this probe." "I'll let you call Bruce, give him the news." "Okay." "I'm, uh..." "I'm gonna need a change of clothes." ""Dear Mark... apparently NASA's letting us talk to you, now... and I drew the short straw." "Sorry we left you behind on Mars... but we just don't like you." "Also, it's a lot roomier on the Hermes, without you." "We have to take turns doing your tasks... but, I mean, it's only botany." "It's not real science."" "Oh, Jesus." ""How's Mars?"" ""Dear Martinez, Mars is fine." "I accidentally blew up the HAB... but unfortunately... all of Commander Lewis' disco music still survived."" "But unfortunately... all of commander Lewis' disco music still survived." "Every day, I go outside... and look at the vast horizons."" "Every day, I go outside... and look at the vast horizons." ""Just because I can."" "Just because I can." "Tell the others I said hello." "Will do, buddy." "Pressure stable." "Five, ten." "Fifteen, twenty, thirty, thirty five." "Forty." "Fifty-two." "Rich!" "Rich?" "Wake up." "Sorry, but they're asking for the probe courses." "What time is it?" "It's, uh... 3:42." "Look, I know we're coming at this backwards... but we can't commit to a firm launch date... with this many unknowns." "It's all right." "Um... all 25 models for launch will take 414 days to reach Mars." "They vary slightly in thrust duration... and the fuel requirement is nearly identical." "Not a good time to launch, is it?" "Yeah!" "Earth and Mars are really badly positioned." "Heck, it'd almost be easier if you, um..." "Almost easier to what?" "I need more coffee." "Ahh!" "Are you all right?" "It's fine." "Almost easier to what?" "You do understand I'm your boss, right?" "Uh-huh." "All right, let's ask... the very, very expensive question." "Is the probe going to be ready on time?" "We're behind." "Give me a number." "Fifteen days." "Fifteen days and I can get it done." "All right, let's create fifteen days." "Thirteen days to mount the probe." "Can we reduce?" "Yeah, actually only takes three days to mount the probe." "And we can get that down to two, right?" "I can get it down to two." "Ten days are for tests and inspections." "How often do those inspections reveal a problem?" "Are you suggesting we don't do the inspections?" "Right now I'm asking how often they reveal a problem." "One in twenty." "But that's grounds for countdown halt." "We can't take that chance." "Anyone else know a safer way to buy more time?" "Dr. Keller, stretch Watney's rations four more days." "You're not gonna like it, but that'll get us to fifteen." "And we'll cancel the inspections." "Teddy?" "But, sir, if that ever got out..." "It's on me." "You got your two weeks." "Get it done!" "So, now, I have to hold out... until the probe gets here with more food." "You want to see what minimal calorie count looks like?" "Standard issue ration." "But instead of three of these every one day..." "I'm now eating one of these, every three days." "And now, they've asked me... to do that." "The point is..." ""Stretch the rations four more days"... is a real dick-punch." "I'm gonna dip this potato in some crushed Vicodin." "And there's nobody who can stop me." "It has been seven days since I ran out of ketchup." "Up." "Up, up." "Yeah." "Let's go up here." "Labels facing up." "This is the flight director." "Begin launch status check." "Roger that, Flight." "Beginning launch status check." "Do you believe in God, Vincent?" "Yeah." "Yeah, my father was a Hindu... my mother's a Baptist, so, yeah..." "I believe in several." "We'll take all the help we can get." "Launch status check, complete." "This is Flight." "We are go for launch." "Proceeding with the count." "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six..." "Main engines start." "four... three... two..." "Ignition." "one." "Lift-off!" "Good thrust." "Performance is nominal." "The tail is giving good data." "She's rock solid at this point, Flight." "TVCs look good." "We're getting a little shimmy, Flight." "Say again?" "We are getting a very large precession." "Are we good?" "Flight is hitting the red line." "It's spinning on the long axis around a 17-degree precession." "Launch, what's happening?" "Force on Iris is 7 Gs." "We've lost readings on the probe, Flight." "Oh, Jesus Christ." "We've lost it, Flight." "SATCON?" "No satellite acquisition of signal." "(Inaudible) L.O.S." "L.O.S. here, too." "(Inaudible) reporting debris falling from the sky." "Everyone in the LCC, maintain your positions at your consoles." "GC, lock the doors." "Commander Lewis..." "I may need you to do something for me." "If I die, I need you to check in on my parents." "They'll wanna hear all about our time, here on Mars." "I know that sucks." "And it'll be hard talking to a couple... about their dead son." "It's a lot to ask." "Which is why I'm asking you." "I'm not giving up." "We just need to prepare for every outcome." "Please tell them... tell them I love what I do... and I'm really good at it." "And that I'm dying... for something big... and beautiful... and greater than me." "Tell them I said I can live with that... and tell them... thank you for being my mom and dad." "We substituted protein cubes... for the standard rations." "The thrust of the launch combined... with the simultaneous lateral vibration... liquefied the cubes, and created an unbalanced load." "Vincent, why wasn't this addressed... in the inspections phase?" "In order to make our launch window... we were forced to accelerate our schedule." "Their astronaut is going to die from hunger." "Of course." "There are other ways." "Our engineers have ran the numbers... of the Taiyang Shen's boosters." "It has the fuel capacity to reach Mars' orbit." "Why didn't NASA approach us?" "Because they don't know." "Our data is classified information." "That's to say... if we do nothing..." "The world will never knew that actually we could have helped." "So, for the sake of argument... let's say, we decided to help them." "We give them the boosters... that means the cancellation of Taiyang Shen's program." "Then let our Aerospace scientists... to try to solve this problem." "Find a way to cooperate." "Yes." "Yes, I understand." "Thank you." "Yes!" "All right... thanks to my uncle Tommy in China... we get another chance at this." "Now, we finished the Iris probe in sixty-two days." "We are now gonna attempt to finish it in twenty-eight." "We can jettison any kind of landing system." "We're only sending rations." "We can crash-land on Mars." "You should hang up the phone." "I'm sorry, who are you?" "My name is Rich Purnell." "I work in Astrodynamics... and you should hang up the phone, right now." "All right, all right." "I'm gonna call you back." "I know how to save Mark Watney." "Your probe plan won't work." "Too many things can go wrong." "I've got a better way." "Astrodynamics?" "Yeah." "What the hell is "Project Elrond"?" "I had to make something up." "But, "Elrond"?" "Because it's a secret meeting." "How do you know that?" "Why does "Elrond" mean "Secret Meeting"?" "The "Council of Elrond." It's from "Lord of the Rings."" "Lord of the rings." "It's the meeting where they... decide to destroy the one ring..." "If we're gonna call something "Project Elrond..."" "I would like my code name to be "Glorfindel."" "Okay, I hate every one of you." "What, Teddy doesn't even know about this, yet." "I'm sorry, who are you?" "This is Rich Purnell, Astrodynamics." "Tell them what you just told me." "I can get the Hermes back to Mars by SOL 561." "How?" "Could you stand right there for me, please?" "Thanks." "Right there, great." "And could you stand right there?" "Right there." "Okay, let's pretend that this stapler is the Hermes... and you are..." "I'm sorry, what's your name, again?" "Teddy." "I'm the Director of NASA." "Cool." "Teddy, you're Earth." "And right now, the Hermes is headed towards you... starting its month-long deceleration to intercept." "But instead, what I'm proposing is... we start accelerating immediately... to preserve velocity, and gain even more." "We don't intercept with Earth at all... but we come close enough... to get a gravity assist, and adjust course." "While we're doing that... we resupply with the probe..." "The Taiyang Shen." "pick up whatever provisions we need... and now we're accelerating towards Mars." "You're Mars." "Now, we're going too fast at this point... to fall into orbit, but... we can do a fly-by." "What good's a fly-by, if we can't get Watney off the surface?" "Watney would intercept using the MAV." "Ow!" "And then we just head home." "I've done the math." "It checks out." "Rich?" "Yes, sir." "Get out." "All right." "Is he right?" "Yeah." "Bruce, what do you think?" "Well, if Vincent says so." "We need to use the Taiyang Shen?" "Uh-huh." "What am I missing?" "Why is that important?" "Because we can only do one." "Send Watney enough food to last till Ares 4... or send Hermes back to get him, right now." "Both plans require the Taiyang Shen... so, we have to choose." "But what about the Hermes crew?" "We'd be asking them to add... 533 extra days to their mission." "Yeah." "They wouldn't hesitate, not for a second." "Can the Hermes function for 533 days... beyond the scheduled mission end?" "It should." "Built to last the full Ares mission... so, technically, it's only halfway through its lifespan." "But if something goes wrong..." "Then we lose the crew." "So, what?" "We either have a high chance... of killing one person... or, a low chance of killing six people." "How do we make that decision?" "We don't have to make it, Bruce." "He does." "Yeah, well, bullshit." "It should be Commander Lewis' call." "We still have a chance to bring... five astronauts home, safe and sound." "I'm not risking their lives." "Let them make that decision." "Mitch, we're going with option one." "You goddamn coward." "Johanssen?" "Yeah." "I know it's your private time." "Can I bother you for a second?" "Yeah, go ahead." "Where are you?" "The gym." "What's up?" "I just got an e-mail from my wife... and the subject line says, "Our children."" "My computer won't open the attachment." "Okay." "Let's take a look." "Uh... let's see." "This isn't a .jpeg." "It's a... it's a plain ASCII text file." "I don't really know what we're looking at." "It's a..." "Does that make any sense to you?" ""Rich Purnell maneuver."" "It's a course maneuver for the Hermes." "My God!" "And the mission concludes with Earth intercept... 211 days later." "Would it work?" "Mmm-hmm." "We ran the numbers." "They check out." "It's a brilliant course." "So, why all the cloak and dagger?" "Because it goes directly against NASA's decision." "Yeah." "If we do the maneuver... they'd have to send the supply ship, or we die." "We have the opportunity to force their hand." "So, are we gonna do it?" "If it was up to me, we'd already be on our way." "But it is, though, isn't it?" "Up to you." "Not this time." "This is something NASA expressly rejected." "We're talking about mutiny, here... which is not a word that I take lightly." "So, we do this together, or not at all." "And before you answer, consider the consequences." "If we mess up the supply rendezvous, we die." "If we mess up the Earth gravity assist, we die." "If we do everything perfectly... we add 533 days to our mission." "533 more days before we see our families again." "533 days of unplanned space travel... where anything could go wrong." "If it's mission critical, we die." "Sign me up." "All right, cowboy, slow down." "You and I, we're military." "Chances are, we go home, they'll court martial us." "Oh yeah, there's that." "And for the rest of you guys..." "I guarantee they will never send you back up here again." "Good." "So, if we go for it, how would it work?" "I plot the course and execute it." "Remote override." "They could take over the Hermes... from mission control." "Can you disable it?" "Hermes has four redundant flight computers... each connected to three redundant comm systems." "We can't shut down the comms... cause we'd lose telemetry and guidance... and we can't shut down the computers... cause we need to run the ship." "I'd have to disable Remote Override, on each system." "It's part of the OS, I'd have to jump over the code." "Okay, but, like, in English, what would that mean?" "I can do it." "Great." "Well, it has to be unanimous." "If we do this, it'll be over 900 days of space." "That's more than enough space for one life, so... yes." "I vote yes." "Let's go get him." "Johanssen?" "Yes!" "Yeah!" "Got an unscheduled status update, from Hermes." "Roger." "Read it out." "Message reads, "Houston, please be advised." "Rich Purnell is a steely-eyed missile man."" "What?" "Flight, Guidance." "Hermes is off-course." "CAPCOM, advise Hermes they're drifting." "Guidance, get a correction ready." "Negative, Flight. it's not drift." "They've adjusted course." "What the hell?" "Telemetry, any chance this is instrumentation failure?" "Negative, Flight." "Guidance, work on how... long they can stay on this course, before it's irreversible." "Working on that now, Flight." "Hey." "Who's Rich Purnell?" "I don't know." "Will somebody find out who the hell Rich Purnell is?" "Annie will go before the media this morning... and inform them of NASA's decision... to re-route the Hermes to Mars." "Sounds like a smart move... considering the circumstances." "Whoever gave them the maneuver only passed along information." "Crew made the decision on their own." "You may have killed them, Mitch." "We're fighting the same war." "Every time something goes wrong... the world forgets why we fly." "I'm trying to keep us airborne." "It's bigger than one person." "No... it's not." "When this is over, I'll expect your resignation." "I understand." "Bring our astronauts home." "Every Ares mission requires three years of pre-supplies." "So, NASA decided a long time ago, it's a lot easier... to send some of the stuff beforehand... rather than bring it with us." "So, as a result, the MAV for Ares 4... is already there... at the Schiaparelli crater, just waiting." "So, the plan is for me to use that, to go into orbit... just as the Hermes is passing... and, I guess they catch me... in space." "So, I've got 200 SOLs to figure out... how to take everything here that's keeping me alive." "The oxygenator, the water reclaimer... the atmospheric regulator... bring that all with me." "And luckily, I have the greatest minds on planet Earth... really, all of the brainpower on the entire planet... helping me with this endeavor." "And so far they've come up with..." ""Hey, why don't you drill holes on the roof of your rover... and hit it as hard as you can with a rock?"" "We're gonna get there." "533 days longer?" "And you said yes to this?" "He would have done the same for me." "You know that." "Cheese." "You do "cheese"?" "Cheese." "He didn't do "cheese."" "Did he do "cheese"?" "Hey, baby." "Hey." "I got something for you." "Found it in the flea market." "Original pressing." "No!" "Not a scratch." "I love it." "All due respect to your CNSA protocol... but we haven't done things that way... since, uh..." "Apollo 9." "Did he get that?" "Mmm-hmm." "Yeah." "Mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm." "Oh!" "I've been thinking about laws on Mars." "There's an international treaty saying no country can lay claim... to anything that's not on Earth." "By another treaty, if you're not in any country's territory..." "Maritime law applies." "So, Mars is... international waters." "Now, NASA is an American, non-military organization." "It owns the HAB." "But the second I walk outside, I'm in international waters." "So, here's the cool part." "I'm about to leave for the Schiaparelli crater... where I'm gonna commandeer the Ares 4 lander." "Nobody explicitly gave me permission to do this... and they can't, until I'm on board the Ares 4." "So, that means I'm gonna be taking a craft over..." "In international waters, without permission... which, by definition, makes me a pirate." "Mark Watney, space pirate." "A space pirate." "Everywhere I go, I'm the first." "It's a strange feeling." "Step outside the Rover... first guy to be there." "Climb that hill, first guy to do that." "Four and a half billion years... nobody here." "And now, me." "I'm the first person to be alone on an entire planet." "How's he doing?" "So far, so good." "He's sticking to schedule." "Drives for four hours before noon..." "Lays the solar panels... waits 13 hours for them to recharge... and sleeps somewhere in there, and then starts again." "How's he doing?" "He asked us to call him Captain Blondebeard." "Well, technically, Mars would be under maritime..." "Yeah, I know." "He explained it to us." "Where is he?" "There." "Okay." "Here." "Okay." "Okay, I'm gonna start by stating for the record... that you're not gonna like this." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah, the problem is the intercept velocity." "The Hermes, well... it can't enter Mars' orbit." "Otherwise, they'll never have enough fuel to make it home." "The MAV, that was only designed... to get to low Mars orbit." "So, in order for Mark to escape Mars' gravity entirely... and to intercept the Hermes..." "He has to be going fast." "Exactly." "Which means we need to make the MAV lighter." "A lot lighter." "5,000 kilograms lighter." "Well, you can do that, right?" "There's some gimmes, right off the bat." "The design presumes 500 kilograms... of Martian soil and samples." "Obviously, we won't do that." "And there's just one passenger, instead of six." "With suits and gear, that's another 500?" "Ditch the life support, don't need it." "And we'll get Mark to wear his EVA suit, for the whole trip." "Wait a second." "If he's in his EVA suit... how is he gonna operate the controls?" "Well, he won't." "Martinez will pilot the MAV remotely, from the Hermes." "We've never had a manned ship controlled remotely, before." "But I am excited about... the opportunities that affords." "If we go remote, we can lose the control panels... the secondary and tertiary comm systems." "Wait... wait a second." "You want a remote-controlled ascent with no backup comms?" "He's not even got to the bad stuff yet, Vincent." "Well, let's skip to the bad stuff!" "We need to remove the nose airlock... the windows, and hull panel 19." "You want to take the front of the ship off?" "Sure." "The nose airlock alone is 400 kilograms." "You want to send a man into space... without the front of his ship?" "Well, no." "We're gonna have him cover it with HAB canvas." "Look, the hull's mostly there to keep the air in." "Mars' atmosphere is so thin... you don't need a lot of streamlining." "By the time the ship's going fast enough... for air resistance to matter... it'll be high enough that there's practically no air." "You wanna send him into space under a tarp." "Yes." "Can I go on?" "No!" "NASA Mission Manager." "Mission Management." "You think he means it like..." ""Are you kidding me?"" "You know?" "Mmm-hmm." "Or like, "Are you kidding me?"" "I think it might be the second one." "Really?" "Uh-huh." "Could be the first way." ""Are you kidding me?"" "Yeah, it could be the first way." "I know what they're doing." "I mean, I know exactly what they're doing." "They just keep repeating..." ""Go faster than any man in the history of space travel..."" "like it's a good thing." "Like it'll distract me from how insane their plan is." "Yeah, I get to go faster than any man... in the history of space travel... because you are launching me in a convertible." "Actually it's worse than that... because I won't even be able to control the thing." "And by the way, physicists... when describing things like acceleration... do not use the word "fast."" "So, they're only doing that in the hopes... that I won't raise any objections... to this lunacy." "Because I like the way..." ""Fastest man in the history of space travel" sounds." "I do like the way it sounds." "I mean, I like it a lot." "I'm not gonna tell them that." "Okay." "Let's do this." "Come on!" "Beck, Vogel, I want you guys in airlock 2." "We get the door open... before the MAV even launches." "Okay." "Martinez flies the MAV, Johanssen SYS-OPs the ascent." "Once we hit intercept... it's Beck's job to go get Watney." "We're ready." "What's the intercept plan?" "We finished attaching the tethers into one long line." "It's 214 meters long." "And I'll have the MMU, so... moving around should be easy." "How fast a relative velocity can you handle?" "I can grab the MAV at 5 meters per second." "10 is like jumping onto a moving train." "So, any more than that, and I might miss." "Well, we may have some leeway." "The launch takes twelve minutes... and it'll be 52 minutes before intercept." "Once Mark's engine shuts off... we'll know our intercept point and velocity." "Vogel, you're Beck's backup." "Everything goes well, you pull them on board with the tether." "If anything goes wrong, you go out after him." "Yep." "Okay." "Let's go get our boy." "There's a mood of tension and anxiety here... outside Johnson Space Center." "As you can see... many people have gathered here to see whether or not... the mission to retrieve Mark Watney will be a success." "Remember, they've had some contact with him... but it hasn't been very much." "We have to remind our viewers... that we're watching this as it unfolds." "So, we'll try and keep you up-to-date... as to what exactly is going on." "Let's listen in to NASA making contact with Mark Watney." "Let's listen in." "If something goes wrong, what can Mission Control do?" "Not a damn thing." "It's all happening 12 light minutes away... which means it takes 24 minutes for them... to get the answer to any question they ask." "The whole launch is 12 minutes, so... they're on their own." "...just how long Mark has been completely alone on Mars." "We're talking to a psychology expert later to discuss..." "Fuel pressure, green." "Engine alignment, perfect." "Communications, five by five." "We are ready for pre-flight checklist, Commander." "Mission control, this is Hermes actual." "We will proceed on schedule." "We are T-minus two minutes, ten seconds... to launch, by the mark." "About two minutes, Watney." "How you doing down there?" "I'm good." "I'm anxious to get up to you." "Thanks for coming back for me." "Well, we're on it." "Remember, you'll be pulling some serious Gs... so, it's okay to pass out." "You're in Martinez's hands, now." "Well, tell that asshole, no barrel rolls." "Copy that, MAV." "CAPCOM?" "Go." "Remote Command?" "Go." "Recovery?" "Go." "Secondary recovery?" "Go." "Pilot?" "Go." "Pilot?" "Go." "Copy." "We're go." "Mission control, we are go for launch." "T-minus ten... nine..." "Main engine start." "eight... seven..." "Mooring clamps, released." "About five seconds, Watney, hang on." "See you in a few, Commander." "four... three... two... one." "Velocity, 741 meters per second... altitude, 1350 meters." "That's too low." "I know." "It's fighting me." "Watney... do you read?" "Booster separation, complete." "Velocity, 850, altitude, 1843." "He's well below target altitude." "How... how far below?" "Checking." "Watney?" "Do you read?" "He's probably passed out." "He pulled 12 Gs on the ascent." "Give him a few minutes." "Copy that." "Verify that we have a good communication link, I know you..." "Main shutdown in three... two, one... shutdown." "Back to automatic guidance." "Shutdown confirmed." "Fuel reserves depleted." "Watney?" "Do you read?" "Watney?" "It seems there's some sort of problem... with the transmission." "I have interval pings." "Intercept velocity will be 11 meters per second." "I can make that work." "Distance at intercept will be... we'll be sixty-eight kilometers apart." "Sixty-eight kilometers?" "Did she just say sixty-eight kilometers?" "Come on guys, keep it together, work the problem." "Johanssen, time to intercept?" "39 minutes, 12 seconds." "Martinez, what if we point our thrusters... in the same direction?" "Well, it depends how much fuel you wanna save... for the altitude adjustments, for the trip home." "How much do you need?" "I can get by with about 20% of what we have left." "If we use 75.5% of remaining altitude-adjust fuel... that will bring the intercept range to zero." "Do it." "Hang on." "It brings the range to zero... but the intercept velocity will be 42 meters per second." "And that's way too fast." "Then we'll have 39 minutes to figure out... how to slow down." "Martinez, burn the jets." "Copy that." "MAV to Hermes?" "Watney?" "Affirmative!" "What's your status?" "My... my chest hurts." "I broke my ribs." "How are you?" "Well, we're working into getting to you." "There was a complication during launch." "Copy that." "Well, how bad is it?" "Well, we've corrected the intercept range... but we've got a problem with intercept velocity." "How big a problem?" "42 meters a second." "Well... shit!" "Commander, I have an idea." "Go ahead, Mark." "Well, if I can find something sharp in here... and poke a hole in the glove of my EVA suit..." "I could use the escaping air as a thruster... and fly towards you." "It would be easy to control because it would be on my arm." "I can't see you having any control if you did that." "You'd be eyeballing the intercept... using a thrust vector you can barely control." "Yes, yes, I... those are all very good points." "But... consider this." "I'd get to fly around, like Iron Man." "Commander... let's go Iron Man." "This is unexpected LOS." "Communication lost." "Stand by." "Maybe it's not the worst idea." "No, it is the worst idea." "It's the worst idea, ever." "Not what he said." "Using atmosphere, as thrust." "What happens if we blow the VAL?" "Wait, you want to open the Vehicular Airlock?" "It'll give us a good kick." "Yes, but also blow the nose off the ship." "And all the air would leave, and we need air to not die." "We would seal the bridge and the reactor room." "Everywhere else would go VACUO." "Vogel?" "Go ahead, Commander." "I need you to come inside and make a... bomb." "Uh, again, Commander?" "You're a chemist." "Can you make a bomb with what you have on board?" "Probably." "But I feel obliged to mention... that setting off an explosive device... in a spacecraft is a terrible, terrible idea." "Hang on." "You guys making a bomb without me?" "Copy that." "Can you do it?" "Yeah." "Houston, be advised." "We are going to deliberately breach the VAL... to produce a reverse thrust." "What?" "Beck, leave your suit on." "Meet Johanssen in Airlock 1." "We'll open the outer door." "I need you to place the charge on the inner door." "Climb back to Airlock 2, along the hull." "Copy." "I'm on my way." "I'm in, Commander." "Copy that." "Vogel, where are you?" "I'm in the kitchen." "Okay." "Commander..." "I can't let you go through with this." "I am prepared to cut the suit." "Absolutely not." "Well, see, the thing is, I'm selfish." "I want all the memorials back home to be about me." "Just me." "I should have left this guy on Mars." "Hey." "Sugar?" "Yeah." "Can you hold this?" "Liquid oxygen... and some stain remover, that contains ammonia." "This thing here, is five times stronger... than a stick of dynamite." "How do we activate it?" "Can you connect this to one of our lighting panels?" "Careful." "Open Airlock 1." "I'm on the way to Beck." "Let's just hope this is a good idea, guys." "It is." "Open A1." "Hi." "Hey." "You got it?" "Mmm." "Make sure you're not in here when this thing goes off." "Hey." "Be careful out there... in space." "Don't tell anyone I did that." "Bomb, set." "Leaving Airlock 1." "Guys, I'm running the numbers... and even with optimal VAL blow... we're gonna be off on our angle." "What's the intercept distance?" "Johanssen?" "260 meters, approximate." "That's too far." "Commander?" "Martinez, close the door." "Open D3." "And leave it open." "Open B2." "Johanssen?" "Time to VAL blow, after initiate?" "Fifteen seconds." "We sure know how to cut it close." "Commander?" "Distance is too far." "I'm going out." "I can do this." "It's not a debate." "I'm not risking another crew member." "Beck's returned." "Johanssen, initiate the bomb." "Ten seconds." "Strap in." "Five, four... three..." "Brace for deceleration." "two... one." "Activating panel 41." "Bridge seal, holding." "What's the damage?" "Worry about that later." "What's the relative velocity?" "12 meters per second." "Copy." "Hook me up." "Done." "I've visual on the MAV." "What's the intercept range?" "I'm checking." "312 meters." "Did you say 312?" "Great." "I'll wave at you guys, as I go by." "Oh!" "I can't get to you, Mark." "You're too far." "I'm not gonna make it." "I know." "Beck, unhook me." "I'm going after him." "Commander, I got this." "Mark, report." "On my way, Commander." "Damn it." "Johanssen, what's my relative velocity to Mark?" "5.2 meters per second." "Copy." "Adjusting course." "3.1 meters per second." "Distance to target, 24 meters." "11 meters to target." "Six meters." "Hold on, Mark." "I got him!" "I got him, uh..." "I got him!" "Way to go, Iron Man." "Beck, pull us in." "It's good to see you." "You... have terrible taste in music." "Houston, this is Hermes actual." "We got him!" "Watney is secure." "Contact in outer space, with Mark Watney." "After a very long time, they have done... what many people thought was impossible." "Mission confirmation:" "Mark Watney has been successfully rescued." "Grab a hold of him." "Hey, handsome!" "Beck, close the hatch." "Hey, guys!" "Houston, six crew, safely aboard." "This is huge moment for this nation, for the world... and indeed, for international space travel." "I can't believe anything you do works." "Hey!" "Oh, God." "I can't believe it." "There's a little smell going on over there, bud." "I know." "I haven't had a shower in a year and a half." "Don't make me laugh, I have broken ribs." "Hey, there." "Morning, sir." "It's an honor, sir." "Sir." "Sir." "Sir." "Morning, sir." "Welcome to the Astronaut Candidate Program." "Now pay attention... because this could save your life." "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." "Let me get a few things out of the way, right off the bat." "Yes, I did in fact survive on a deserted planet... by farming in my own shit." "Yes, it's actually worse than it sounds... so, let's not talk about that ever again." "The other question I get most frequently is... when I was up there, stranded by myself... did I think I was going to die?" "Yes, absolutely." "And that's what you need to know going in... because it's going to happen to you." "This is space." "It does not cooperate." "At some point, everything is going to go south on you." "Everything is going to go south... and you're going to say, "this is it." "This is how I end."" "Now, you can either accept that... or, you can get to work." "That's all it is." "You just, begin." "You do the math." "You solve one problem... then you solve the next one... and then the next." "And if you solve enough problems... you get to come home." "All right, questions?" "Once mission control completes... their pre-flight checks... we'll begin launch procedures." "The Ares 5 team will rendezvous with the Hermes... approximately forty-eight minutes after launch." "From there, they will have 414 days... of space travel ahead of them." "Have the goals changed from the previous mission... to the Ares 5 program... and what do you hope to achieve, this time around?" "Well, no." "The goals have always been the same... for the Ares program." "This time, of course, we hope to bring... all the astronauts back at the same time." "Flight, Guidance check complete." "Copy, Guidance." "This is Flight." "We are go for launch, on schedule." "Final aerosurface." "Checks are complete." "As everything remains a go for the launch of the Ares 5." "Twenty seconds." "Proceeding with the count." "T-minus ten... nine..." "Main engine start." "seven... six... five... four... three... two... one... and, lift-off." "As the crew of the Ares 5... begin the next chapter of American space exploration." "Pressures look good." "Wow." "Good shot." "Five years after the rescue of astronaut Mark Watney... an Ares 5 is on its way to Mars."