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Lewis on radio: All right, team,

stay in sight of each other.

Let's make NASA proud today.

Martinez: How's it looking
over there, watney?

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.

Martinez: Oh, wow.
Did everybody hear that?

Mark just discovered dirt.

(Laughs) Should we
alert the media?

Watney: Sorry, what are you
doing today, Martinez?

Making sure the mav
is still upright?

Martinez: I'd 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.

Lewis: (Sighs) 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.

Watney: Roger that.

Martinez, the captain
would like you to please...

Shut your smart mouth.

(Laughing)

We'd prefer to use
a different adjective

to describe Martinez's mouth.
(Watney laughing)

Martinez: Did Beck
just insult me?

Watney: "Dr. Beck." And yes.

Happy to turn the radios off
from here, commander.

Just say the word.

Wait, johanssen.

Constant communication
is the hallmark...

Shut 'em off.

(Beeps) Watney: No.

No. Excuse me.

Lewis: I apologize
for my countrymen, Vogel.

Vogel: Accepted.

How many samples
do we need, commander?

Lewis: Seven.

100 grams each.

(Alarm blaring)

We have a mission update.
A storm warning.

Commander,
you should come inside.

You're gonna want to see this.

What is it?

Johanssen: A storm warning.

Lewis: 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.

Lewis: Martinez,
how does it look?

Martinez: 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.

Martinez: Anything more than
that and the mav could tip.

Do we scrub?

Begin abort procedure.

Vogel: We are estimating
with a margin of error.

We could wait it out.

Watney: Let's wait it out.

Let's wait it out.

Johanssen: Commander?

Prep emergency departure.

Watney: Commander?

Lewis: We're scrubbed.
That's an order.

Martinez,
how long before take-off?

12 minutes.

(Alarm blaring)

Lewis: Visibility
is almost zero.

Anyone gets lost,

hone in on my suit's telemetry.

You ready?

Ready.

(All groan)

Watney: Commander, are you okay?

I'm okay.

(Wind howling)

(Straining)

(Breathing heavily)

Commander, we're at 10 degrees,

and the mav
is gonna tip at 12.3.

Watney: Hey! We might be able
to keep the mav from tipping.

How?

Use the cables from the comms
mast as guy-lines...

Anchor it with the rover's.

Lewis: Watch out!

(Watney groans)

(Screaming)

Watney!

Female automated voice:
Warning. Suit breach detected.

What happened?

He was hit.

Watney, report.

Before we lost telemetry,

his decompression alarm
went off.

Lewis: Where did you
last see him?

I don't know where he is.

Lewis: What are the vitals
on his suit?

He's offline.

Beck: A complete loss
of signal on watney.

Vogel: 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.

Martinez: Commander...

We're at 10.5 degrees.

Female automated voice:
Warning. 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.

Beck: What about you, commander?

I'm gonna search
a little longer. Get moving!

Go!

Watney!

Watney, report!

Martinez: 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?

Lewis: That's an order,
Martinez.

Mark! (Beck grunting)

Mark! Can you hear me?

Martinez, what about
the proximity radar?

Could that detect watney's suit?

Martinez: It's made to see
the hermes from orbit...

Not a little piece of metal
from a single suit.

Lewis: Give it a try.

Martinez: Roger.

Vogel: What is she thinking?
She knows

the infrared can't
get through a sandstorm.

Beck: She's grasping
for anything.

Martinez: We've got
negative contact

on the proximity radar.

Lewis: Nothing?

Martinez: 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.

Female automated voice:
Stability warning.

We're tipping!

Beck: Commander, you need
to get back to the ship, now!

Martinez: 13 degrees.

If we pass balance,
we'll never rock back.

Martinez: I've got
one more trick left,

and then I'm following orders,
commander.

You're firing the oms?
(Alarm beeping)

That's right.

Commander!

Lewis: On my way.
(Breathing heavily)

Martinez: Johanssen, let's go.

(Sighs)

(Struggling)

Lewis: Mark!

Martinez: 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.

Sanders on TV:
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.

(Reporters gasp)
(Cameras clicking)

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.

Female reporter:
Director Sanders!

(Reporters clamoring)

(Device beeping)

(Breathing heavily)

Female automated voice:
Oxygen level critical.

Oxygen level critical.

(Beeping continues)

Oxygen level...

(Beeping stops)

(Groaning)

(Yelps)

(Breathing heavily)

(Groaning)

(Breathing heavily)

(Door beeping)

(Buzzing)

Female automated voice:
Pressure stable.

(Breathing rapidly)

(Screaming in pain)

(Grunts)

(Breathing rapidly)

(Exhales deeply)

(Groaning)

(Stapler clatters)

(Groans)

(Exhaling deeply)

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 31 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.

(Clears throat)

(Sighs)

(Computer beeping)

I'm not gonna die here.

32...

33...

34...

35, 36.

Sweet and sour chicken.

(Groans softly)

(Flushing)

(Whirring)

What do we got?

Solanum tuberosum.

(Typing)

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 6 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.

(Straining)

Female automated voice:
Pressure stable.

Staple came out.

(Panting)

Fuck you, Mars.

Johanssen, Jesus.

(Gags)

Men: Sunday, Monday, happy days

Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days

Thursday, Friday, happy days

the weekend comes, my cycle hums

ready to race to you

watney: The problem is water.

I have created
126 square meters of soil.

But every cubic meter
of soil requires

40 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.

The fonz on TV:
What's everybody doing?

Taking a holiday
from being cool?

Counting on you.

(Blowing)

(Sizzling)

Whoo!

(Groans)

(Ears ringing)

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.

(Gasps)

Okay.

(Snoring)

Hey, there.

Sanders: 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...

Vincent: I thought you gave
a lovely speech, by the way.

(Turns off TV)

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
12 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.
(Clears throat)

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.

(Microwave timer dings)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

(Computer chimes)

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!

Sanders: How sure?

100%.

You've got to be shitting me.

Sanders: 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.

Annie: Why don't
we just ask Lewis?

Let's get on Capcom and
ask her directly right now.

Sanders: 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 10 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.

Annie: 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.

He thinks we gave up on him.

What does that do to a man,
psychologically?

What the hell
is he thinking right now?

(Disco music playing)

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?

Woman: Turn the beat around

no, I am not gonna
"turn the beat around."

I refuse to. (Music stops)

(Reporters clamoring)
Mr. Sanders? Mr. Sanders?

What attempts have been made

to make contact
with Mark watney?

We're working on it.

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!

Watney: 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 35 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.

I almost went down.

Man.

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...

(Laughs) 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 radioisotope
thermoelectric 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.

Woman:
Lookin' for some hot stuff

baby, this evenin'

I need some hot stuff,
baby, tonight

I want some hot stuff,
baby, this evenin'

gotta have some hot stuff
gotta have some love tonight

hot stuff

I need hot stuff

I want some hot stuff

I need hot stuff

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.

(Reporters clamoring)

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.

(Reporters clamoring)

You asked me how you did,
and I'm giving you my answer.

My answer is...

Uh...

Look, I'm gonna
make people forget...

There's a very strong possibility that
Mark watney could die...

Because that is what
you are paying me for.

And unfortunately,
I need this job...

Because currently I am paying alimony
to two deadbeat ex-husbands...

Because somehow, gender equality
has bitten me square in the ass.

Hard to believe.

I left them.

And don't say
"bring him home alive."

It reminds the world
he might die.

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.

Sanders: Annie.

No more Vincent
on TV. Copy that.

76 kilometers.
Am I reading that right?

Mindy: Are you asking me?

Sanders: I am.

Yes, sir.

Mark drove two hours
straightaway 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?

Sanders: You're going to say
it's impossible

and then I'm gonna
make a speech...

About the blinding capabilities

of the jpl team...

And then you're going
to do the math

in your head
and say something like...

"The overtime alone
will be a nightmare."

The overtime alone
will be a nightmare.

Sanders: Get started.

I'll find you the money.

We need to tell the crew.

Vincent: 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.

Watney: 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 reseed,

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 13 days.

He's nowhere near the Ares 4.

Unless he's not taking
a direct route.

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 location?

31.2 degrees north,
28.5 degrees west.

Okay. Mmm-hmm.

Where's watney? Uh...

There.

Vincent: Okay.

Okay. I know where he's going.

I need to get on an airplane.

(Panting)

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.

Though I'd like to point out

it lasted three times longer
than expected in any...

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?
Technician: This is her.

Okay. Let's see it.

Pathfinder.

Pathfinder.

(Whirring)

Come on. Come on.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Beeping)

(Beeping)

Holy shit. Okay.

"Broadcasting status.

"Listening
for telemetry signal."

Uh-huh.

Tim: Okay. Signal acquired.

(Vincent laughing)

(Claps hands)

Vincent: All right. Tim: Okay.

Camera.

Okay, taking
panoramic image now.

You receiving yet? Yeah.

I just thought we'd all rather
look at a black screen...

Instead of a vibrant red planet.

Excuse me?

Tim's our finest comm tech.

We all appreciate
his acerbic wit.

I will kill you.

(Beeping)

Incoming.

"Are you receiving me?"

"Yes. No."

(Chuckles)

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.
Tim: Roger that.

Pointing the camera.

Whoo!

Yes!

Yes!

So here's the rub.

Somehow we have to have complex

astrophysical engineering
conversations...

(Microwave timer beeping)

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.

(Laughing)

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.

(Moans softly)

"F, o."

"7, w."

(Beeping)

Vincent.

Vincent, wake up.

(Groans)

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.

(Beeping)

Okay.

"Glad to hear it. Really
looking forward to not dying."

(All laughing)

(Applause) (People whooping)

"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."

(Exhales)

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?"

(All laughing)

"Mark, please
watch your language.

"Everything you type

"is being broadcast live
all over the world."

Yeah?

(All gasping)

Vincent: Oh, my god.

(Sighs)

What's a felcher?

Sanders: Yes, sir. He is under
a tremendous amount of stress.

I understand.
We're working on it.

Thank you, Mr. President.

I just had to explain to the
president of the United States...

What a beaurocratic felcher is.

I made the mistake
of typing it into Google.

Don't.

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.

(Beeping)

Johanssen: Commander Lewis?

Go ahead.

Johanssen: Data dump
is almost complete.

Copy that. On my way.

You're in a hurry.

Martinez: Yeah.

My son turned three yesterday.

Should be pictures of the party.

Johanssen: Got a batch
of personals.

Dispatching them
to your laptops now.

I don't need to read Vogel's
weird German fetish emails.

Vogel: They're
telemetry updates.

Hey, whatever
does it for you, man.

There's a video message.

It's addressed
to the whole crew.

Lewis: Play it. Come on, guys.

Beck: I wanna get in on
that telemetry action.

(Men laughing)

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. (All gasp)

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.

Mitch: 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.

Beck: Holy shit, he's alive.

I left him behind.

Johanssen: No. Beck: No.

We all left together.

You were following orders.

I left him behind.

Watney: 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...

Is the email.
I'm getting them 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.

(Rock the boat playing)

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 ingénue."

But I'm not really sure

how that's gonna look
with my spacesuit on.

(Beeping)

Hey!

Annie: 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...

(All laughing)

Sanders: 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?

Yeah. Mark has a tendency
to tell them

to have sex with themselves...

Whenever they question
one of his decisions.

Sanders: 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.

(Alarm blaring) (Air hissing)

(Screaming)

(Groaning)

(Groans)

Female automated voice:
Suit breach detected.

(Panting)

Oxygen level critical.

Oxygen level, 10%.

Oxygen level, 5%.

Suit pressure, stable.

(Breathing heavily)

(Continues breathing heavily)

Female automated voice:
Pressure stable.

(Blowing)

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.

Annie: How long does he have?

(Sighs) He 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 13 days
to mount the boosters,

perform inspections...

Which gives
Bruce and his team...

47 days to make this probe.

I'll let you call Bruce,
give him the news.

Okay.

I'm gonna need
a change of clothes.

Martinez: "Dear Mark...

"Apparently NASA's letting us
talk to you now.

"And I drew the short straw.

(Chuckles)

"Sorry we left you
behind on Mars.

"But we just don't like you.

(All chuckling)

"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.

(Laughing)

"It's not real science."

Oh, Jesus.

"How's Mars?"

Watney: "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."

Watney: "Every day, I go outside

"and look at the vast horizons."

Martinez: "Every day,
I go outside

"and look at the vast horizons."

Watney: "Just because I can."

Martinez: "Just because I can.

"Tell the others I said hello."

"Will do, buddy."

(Chuckles sadly)

(Machinery powering up)

Female automated voice:
Pressure stable.

(Wind howling)

(Plastic rustling)

5,10...

15, 20, 30, 35...

(Sighs deeply)

40.

52.

(Groans loudly)

Rich.

Rich.

Wake up.

Sorry, but they're asking for
the probe courses.

What time is it?

It's 3:42.

(Spits)

(Clatters)

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 clays 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...

Almost easier to what?

I need more coffee.

Ahh! (Thuds)

Mike: Are you all right?

It's fine.

Almost easier to what?

You do understand
I'm your boss, right?

Uh-huh.

Okay, let's ask
the $200 million...

I'm sorry 500...

Is that a 5? At least.

Sanders: All right, let's ask the very,
very expensive question.

Is the probe going
to be ready on time?

Bruce: We're behind.
Give me a number.

15 days. 15 days
and I can get it done.

All right, let's create 15 days.

13 days to mount the probe.

Can we reduce?

It 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.

10 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 20.

But that's grounds
for countdown halt.

Mitch: 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 15.

And we'll cancel
the inspections.

Teddy.

Sir, if that ever got out...
It's on me.

You got your two weeks.

Get it done.

Watney: 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.

This is meatloaf.

So, here's today's allotment...

Which, of course,
I've supplemented with a potato...

Which I'm beginning to hate
with the fiery passion...

Of 1,000 suns.

And now, they've asked me...

To do that.

(Don't leave me this way
playing)

The point is...

"Stretch the rations
four more days"...

(Sighs) 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.

And since we've pushed launch...

We need to account for the
new satellite adjustments.

We still haven't received
the old satellite adjustments.

Well, I asked for those
two weeks ago.

What's rich doing?

We're scared to go in there.

Rich, what the hell
are you doing?

I need you to get me
some supercomputer time.

When did you last sleep?

It's important, Mike.

All right, I'll do it.

Good.

Jpl technician 1:
Up. Up, up. Yeah.

Let's go up here.

Jpl technician 2:
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 control technician:
Launch status check complete.

Mitch: This is flight.

We are go for launch.

Timer controller:
Proceeding with the count.

10... 9...

8...

7... 6...

Main engines start.

4... 3...

2...

1.

Liftoff.

Good thrust.

Performance is nominal.

Female timer:
The tail is giving good data.

Timer controller: She's rock
solid at this point, flight.

Tvcs look good.

(All cheering)

We're getting
a little shimmy, flight.

Say again?

We are getting
a very large precession.

Are we good?

Timer controller: Flight,
it's hitting the redline.

It's spinning on the long axis
around a 17-degree precession.

Launch, what's happening?

Force on Iris is 7 g's.

Comms technician: We've lost
readings on the probe, flight.

(All exclaiming in dismay)

Oh, Jesus Christ.

We've lost it, flight.

Satcon?

Satcon technician:
No satellite acquisition

of signal.

Timer controller: L.O.S.

L.o.s. Here, too.

Capcom technician:
U. S. Destroyer stockton

reporting debris
falling from the sky.

Timer controller:
Everyone in the icc,

maintain your positions
at your consoles.

Gc, lock the doors.

Watney: "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."

Vincent: 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.

(Both speaking man Darin)

Their astronaut is going to die.

Of course there
are other ways...

The taiyang shen booster.
Our engineers have run the numbers,

and it has enough fuel
for a Mars injection orbit.

Why hasn't NASA approached us?

They don't know.

Our booster technology
is classified.

So if we do nothing...

The world would never know
we could have helped.

Then, for the sake of argument,
let's say we decide to help them...

We'd be giving up a booster and
effectively cancelling taiyang shen.

We need to keep this among scientists,
a co-operation between space agencies.

Sanders: Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

Yes!

(Sighs)

Bruce: All right.

Thanks to my uncle Tommy
in China,

we get another chance at this.

Now, we finished
the Iris probe in 62 days.

We are now gonna attempt
to finish it in 28.

(Chimes)

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"?

Vincent: 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.

Sanders: 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?

Vincent: This is rich purnell,
astrodynamics.

Tell them what you just told me.

I can get the hermes
back to Mars by sol 561.

Sanders: 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...

(Whooshing)

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...

Vincent: The taiyang shen.

Pick up whatever
provisions we need...

And now we're accelerating
towards Mars.

(Whooshing)

You're Mars.

Now, we're going too fast
at this point to fall into orbit...

But we can do a flyby.

What good is a flyby if we can't
get watney off the surface?

Watney would intercept
using the mav.

Ow!

(Whooshing)

And then we just head home.

(Whooshing)

I've done the math.
It checks out.

Sanders: Rich. Yes, sir.

Get out.

All right.

Is he right? Vincent: Yeah.

Sanders: Bruce,
what do you think?

Well, if Vincent says so.

We need to use the taiyang shen?

Vincent: 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.

Bruce: 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.

Mitch: 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.

Mindy: So, he's been doing
Evas throughout the day?

But there's a pattern to them.
Here, watch this.

So, he goes 300 meters
and then stops.

Then he goes another
300 and stops.

Nobody's giving him
any instructions?

Jpl didn't schedule something?

No. He's with the rover.

Okay, so we just got this.

Chem analysis sample batch 1a7c.

Commander Lewis'
fuel compositing experiments.

(Chuckles)

He's finishing the mission.

Wow.

(Disco music playing)

We evac'd 18 sols
into a 31-sol mission.

Which means...

We've got 13 sols' worth of
experiment and research left to do.

So, commander Lewis...

Your work is in good hands.

Hey, Beck...

I do not understand
chemolithotrophic detection.

I mean, at all.

But I'm working on it,
working my way through it.

Hey, johanssen...

I know you don't like it
when I touch the chemcam.

But...

I'm touching the chemcam.

A lot.

Vogel, your core samples...

In very good hands.

Actually...

I think I found
a new cataloguing system...

For the core samples.

I've actually titled it
“das core samples"

out of respect
for the fatherland.

And finally, Martinez...

I'm still not sure
what it is that you do.

Honest to god,
I really couldn't tell you.

I don't know why we brought you.

That's it.

Anyway, I'm trying to keep
everything documented, organized.

I know it's not
my strong suit...

But I do want everything
to make sense.

Just in case things
don't break my way.

Actually, you could teach all
this in a class someday.

You know, the good stuff,
like how to make a bathtub...

Using NASA tubing
and an old rtg.

How to cook a potato
about 6,000 different ways.

The Mark watney syllabus.

Vogel: Johanssen? Yeah.

I know it's your private time.
Can I bother you for a second?

Johanssen: Yeah, go ahead.

Vogel: Where are you?

The gym.

(Beeps)

(Panting)

What's up?

I just got an email 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 plain ascii text file.

I don't really know
what we're looking at.

Does that make any sense to you?

"Rich purnell maneuver."

It's a course maneuver
for the hermes.

And the mission concludes
with earth intercept,

211 days later.

Martinez: Would it work?

Lewis: Mmm-hmm. We ran
the numbers. They check out.

Beck: 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.

(Chuckles) 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.

Yeah, there's that.

Lewis: 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.

Johanssen: Remote override.

They could take over the hermes

from mission control.

Lewis: Can you disable it?

Hermes has four redundant
flight computers...

Each connected to three
redundant comm systems.

We can't shut down the comms

because we'd lose
telemetry and guidance.

And we can't shut down
the computers

because 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! (All cheering)

(Applause)

But how are you gonna do that?

Got an unscheduled status
update from hermes.

Brendan: Roger. Read it out.

Message reads,
"Houston, please be advised.

"Rich purnell
is a steely-eyed missile man."

What?

Guidance technician:
Flight, guidance.

Hermes is off-course.

Capcom, advise hermes
they're drifting.

Guidance, get
a correction ready.

Guidance technician:
Negative, flight,

it's not drift.
They've adjusted course.

What the hell?

Telemetry, any chance this is
instrumentation failure?

Negative, flight.

Guidance, work at
how long they can stay

on this course
before it's irreversible.

Guidance technician: Working
on that now, flight.

(Whispers) Hey.
Who's rich purnell?

I dunno.

Will somebody find out
who the hell rich purnell is?

Sanders: Annie will go before
the media this morning...

And inform them
of NASA's decision

to reroute 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.

(Starman playing)

(Groans)

(Speaking mandarin)

Didn't know what time it was

and the lights were low

I leaned back on my radio

(all speaking mandarin)

Some cat was layin' down
some rock 'n' roll

lotta soul, he said

then the loud sound
did seem to fade

came back like a slow voice
on a wave of phase

that weren't no dj
that was hazy cosmic jive

there's a starman
waiting in the sky

533 days longer?

And you said yes to this?

He would have done the same
for me. You know that.

(Boy laughing)

Cheese. You do "cheese"?

Cheese. (Camera clicks)

He didn't do "cheese."

Did he do "cheese"?

(Grunting)

Robert: Hey, baby.

Hey.

I got something for you.

Found it in the flea market.

Original pressing.

Lewis: No!

(Exclaims joyfully)

Not a scratch.

I love it.

All due respect
to your cnsa protocol...

But we haven't
done things that way...

Since Apollo 9.

(Translating into mandarin)

Did he get that?

Look out your window
I can see his light

if we can sparkle
he may land tonight

technician: Mmm-hmm.
Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh!

There's a starman
waiting in the sky

(kids laughing)

He'd like to come and meet us

but he thinks
he'd blow our minds

there's a starman
waiting in the sky

(counting down in mandarin
on pa)

He's told us not to blow it

'cause he knows
it's all worthwhile

he told me
let the children lose it

let the children use it
let all the children boogie

(all cheering)

There's a starman
waiting in the sky

he'd like to come and meet us

but he thinks
he'd blow our minds

there's a starman
waiting in the sky

he's told us not to blow it

'cause he knows
it's all worthwhile

he told me
let the children lose it

let the children use it

let all the children boogie

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

(airlock hissing)

Watney: 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.

And 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.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

How's he doing?

(Clears throat)

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.

(Beeping)

(Beeps)

Okay, I'm gonna start
by stating for the record

that you're not gonna like this.

Vincent: 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.

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 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.

(Sighs) 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.

Vincent: Wait a second.

You want a remote-controlled
ascent with no backup comms?

He's not even got to
the bad stuff yet, Vincent.

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?

Bruce: 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.

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.

Watney: I know
what they're doing.

I know exactly
what they're doing.

They just keep repeating...

"Go faster than any man in
the history of space travel."

Like that'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.

(Sighs)

Okay.

Let's do this.

(Waterloo playing)

My, my

at Waterloo
Napoleon did surrender

oh, yeah

and I have met my destiny
in quite a similar way

the history book on the shelf
is always repeating itself

Waterloo

I was defeated you won the war

come on.

Waterloo, promise to
love you for evermore

Waterloo
couldn't escape if I wanted to

Waterloo

knowing my fate
is to be with you

oh, oh, oh, oh, Waterloo

finally facing my Waterloo

my, my

I tried to hold you back

but you were stronger

oh, yeah

and now it seems my only
chance is giving up the fight

and how could I ever refuse?

I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo

I was defeated you won the war

Waterloo

promise to love you for evermore

Waterloo

couldn't escape if I wanted to

(straining)

Waterloo

knowing my fate
is to be with you

oh, oh, oh, oh, Waterloo

finally facing my Waterloo

so how could I ever refuse?

I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo

couldn't escape if I wanted to

and you killed him.

Try it again.

Ooh, Waterloo

finally facing my Waterloo

oh, oh, oh, oh, Waterloo

How many times you kill watney?

The important thing is that I
got all scenarios into orbit.

That's the important thing.

He's ready. Lewis: Okay.

Here's the plan.

Martinez flies the mav.

Johanssen sysops the ascent.

Beck, Vogel, I want you guys in
airlock 2 with the outer door open...

Before the mav even launches.
Okay.

Once we hit intercept,
it's Beck's job to go get watney.

He may be in bad shape
when we get him.

The stripped-down mav will get
him to 12 g's during the launch.

He could be knocked unconscious,
may even have internal bleeding.

Well, it's a good thing
you're our doctor.

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 12 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.

Vogel: Yep.

Lewis: Okay.

Let's go get our boy.

Reporter: 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.

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.

(Hissing in pain)

(Whirring)

(Woman speaking mandarin on pa)

Reporter: Just how long
Mark has been

completely alone on Mars.

We're talking to a psychology
expert later to discuss...

Johanssen: Fuel pressure, green.

Engine alignment, perfect.

Communications, five by five.

We are ready for pre-flight
checklist, commander.

Lewis: Mission control,
this is hermes actual.

We will proceed on schedule.

We are t-minus 2 minutes,
10 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.

Lewis: Well, we're on it.

Remember, you'll be pulling
some serious g's,

so it's okay to pass out.

You're in Martinez's hands now.

Well, tell that asshole
no barrel rolls.

(Laughs)

Copy that, mav.

Capcom.

Johanssen: Go.

Lewis: Remote command. (Crying)

Martinez: Go.

Lewis: Recovery.

Beck: Go.

Lewis: Secondary recovery.

Vogel: Go.

Pilot.

Go.

Lewis: Pilot.

Watney: Go. (All cheering)

Mission control technician:
Copy. We're go.

Lewis: Mission control,
we are go for launch.

T-minus ten...

Nine...

Main engine start.

Johanssen: Eight...

Seven...

Mooring clamps released.

About five seconds, watney.
Hang on.

I'll see you in a few,
commander.

Johanssen: Four...

Three...

Two...

One.

(Breathing heavily)

Johanssen: Velocity,
741 meters per second.

Altitude, 1350 meters.

That's too low.

It's fighting me.

Lewis: (Echoing)
Watney, do you read?

(Groaning softly)

Martinez: Booster
separation complete.

Velocity, 850. Altitude, 1843.

He's well below target altitude.

How far below?

Johanssen: Checking.

Watney.

Do you read?

Beck: He's probably passed out.

He pulled 12 g's on the ascent.

Give him a few minutes.

Lewis: Copy that.

Johanssen: Main shutdown
in three...

Two, one...

Shutdown.

Martinez: Back to
automatic guidance.

Shutdown confirmed.

Fuel reserves depleted.

Lewis: Watney?

Do you read?

It seems there's some
sort of problem

with the transmission.

Johanssen:
I have interval pings.

Intercept velocity will be
11 meters per second.

I can make that work.

Johanssen: Distance
at intercept will be...

We'll be 68 kilometers apart.

Beck: 68 kilometers?

Did she just say 68 kilometers?

Come on, guys, keep it together.

Work the problem.

Johanssen, time to intercept?

Johanssen: 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.

Martinez: Copy that.

Mav to hermes.

Lewis: Watney?

Watney: Affirmative.

(All cheering)

Lewis: What's your status?

Watney: My chest hurts.

I broke my ribs.

How are you?

Lewis: We're working on
getting to you.

There was a complication
during launch.

Copy that.

How bad is it?

Lewis: We've corrected
the intercept range,

but we've got a problem
with intercept velocity.

Watney: How big a problem?

42 meters a second.

Well...

Shit.

Commander, I have an idea.

Lewis: 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.

Lewis: 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, those are all
very good points.

But consider this.

I'd get to fly around
like iron man.

(Johanssen laughs)

Watney: Commander...

Let's go iron man.

NASA technician 1:
This is unexpected los.

NASA technician 2:
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.

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.

Vogel: Go ahead, commander.

I need you to come inside
and make a... bomb.

Again, commander?

Lewis: 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?

Lewis: Copy that. Can you do it?

Ja.

Lewis: Houston, be advised.

We are going to deliberately
breach the val

to produce a reverse thrust.

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.

Beck: Copy. I'm on my way.

I'm in, commander.

Lewis: Copy that.

Vogel, where are you?

Vogel: I'm in the kitchen.

Okay.

Watney: Commander...

I can't let you
go through with this.

I am prepared to cut the suit.

Absolutely not.

Watney: 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.

Beck: Open airlock 1.

Johanssen: I'm on
the way to Beck.

Let's just hope
this is a good idea, guys.

It is.

Johanssen: 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. (Beeping)

Leaving airlock 1.

Martinez: 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.

(Groans)

Commander?

Martinez, close the door.

Open d3.

And leave it open.

(Groans)

Open b2.

Johanssen...

Time to val blow after initiate?

15 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.

Johanssen: Five, four...

(Beeping rapidly)

Three...

Brace for deceleration.
Johanssen: Two...

One.

Activating panel 41.

(Alarm blaring)

Bridge seal holding.

What's the damage?

Lewis: Worry about that later.

What's the relative velocity?

12 meters per second.

Lewis: Copy.

Hook me up.

Beck: Done.

I have visual on the mav.

What's the intercept range?

Johanssen: I'm checking.

312 meters.

Did you say 312?

Great. I'll wave at you guys
as I go by.

(Groans) Oh!

I can't get to you, Mark.
You're too far.

I'm not gonna make it.

I know.

Lewis: Beck, unhook me.
I'm going after him.

Commander, I got this.

Mark, report.

Watney: On my way, commander.

Damn it.

(Grunts)

Johanssen, what's my relative
velocity to Mark?

5.2 meters per second.

Copy. Adjusting course.

Johanssen: 3.1 meters
per second.

Distance to target, 24 meters.

11 meters to target.

Six meters.

(Straining) Hold on, Mark.

(Grunting)

I got him.

(Panting)

(Gasps)

I got him.
(All laughing in relief)

I got him.

Way to go, iron man.

Beck, pull us in.

(Panting) It's good to see you.

You...

Have terrible taste in music.

(Both laughing)

Johanssen: Houston,
this is hermes actual.

We got him.

(Whoops) (All cheering)

Watney is secure.

(All cheering)

Reporter 1: Contact in outer
space with Mark watney.

After a very long time,
they have done

what many people thought
was impossible.

Reporter 2:
Mission confirmation:

Mark watney has been
successfully rescued.

(Female reporter
speaking mandarin)

Lewis: Grab a hold of him.

Hey, handsome!

Beck, close the hatch.

Hey, guys!

Lewis: Houston,
six crew safely aboard.

This is huge moment for
this nation, for the world...

And indeed, for
international space travel.

Lewis: I can't believe
anything you do works.

Hey!

Oh, god.

Johanssen: 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.

Male cadet: Morning, sir.

(Indistinct conversations)

Watney: Welcome to the
astronaut candidate program.

Now pay attention,

because this could
save your life.

Trust me, I know
what I'm talking about.

(All laugh)

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?

(Love train playing)

Annie: Once
mission control completes

their pre-flight checks...

We'll begin launch procedures.

The Ares 5 team will
rendezvous with the hermes...

Approximately 48 minutes
after launch.

From there,
they will have 414 days

of space travel ahead of them.

Female reporter:
Have the goals changed

from the previous mission...

To the Ares 5 program?

And what do you hope to
achieve this time around?

Vincent: 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.

(Reporters laughing)

Flight, guidance check complete.

Brendan: Copy, guidance.

This is flight.

We are go for launch,
on schedule.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Male reporter on TV:
Final aerosurface

checks are complete...

As everything remains a go
for the launch of the Ares 5.

20 seconds.

Mission control technician:
Proceeding with the count.

T-minus 10... 9...

Main engine start.

7... 6... 5... 4...

Three... two... one.

Male reporter: And liftoff.
As the crew of the Ares 5...

Begin the next chapter
of American space exploration.

Mission control technician:
Pressures look good.

(All cheering)

(Whoops)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Wow. Good shot.

Male reporter on TV:
There you have it.

Five years after the rescue
of astronaut Mark watney...

An Ares 5 is on its way to Mars.

(I will survive playing)

First I was afraid

I was petrified

kept thinking I could never
live without you by my side

but then I spent so many nights

thinking how you did me wrong

and I grew strong
and I learned how to get along

and so you're back
from outer space

I just walked in
to find you here

with that sad look
upon your face

I should have changed
that stupid lock

I should have made you
leave your key

if I had known
for just one second

you'd be back to bother me

boy, now go, walk out the door

just turn around now 'cause
you're not welcome anymore

weren't you the one who tried
to hurt me with goodbye?

Did you think I'd crumble?

Did you think
I'd lay down and die?

Oh, no, not I I will survive

for as long as
I know how to love

I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

and I've got all my love to give

and I'll survive

I will survive

hey, hey

Boy, now go, walk out the door

just turn around now 'cause
you're not welcome anymore

weren't you the one who tried
to break me with goodbye?

Did you think I'd crumble?

Did you think
I'd lay down and die?

Oh, no, not I I will survive

for as long as
I know how to love

I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

and I've got all my love to give

and I'll survive

I will survive