All language subtitles for The Martian.English (CC)

[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] 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] Wow. Did everybody hear?

Mark just discovered dirt.

[laughs] Alert the media!

[Watney] What are you
doing today, Martinez?

Making sure the MAV is still upright?

[Martinez] 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
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 the 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?

Twelve 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.

-[Lewis] What are the vitals?
-He's offline.

[Beck] A 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 think I'm gonna leave you?

[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

not a piece of metal from a single suit.

[Lewis] Give it a try.

-[Martinez] Roger.
-[Vogel] She knows

the infrared can't get through
a sandstorm.

[Beck] She's grasping for anything.

[Martinez] We've got negative contact
on the 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.

[female automated voice] 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,
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]

[grunts]

[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.

[beeps]

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?

[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 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.

[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.

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] 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]

-You need 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.

Other people need satellite time.

We've got the Ares 4
supply missions coming up.

We should be focusing
on the Schiaparelli Crater.

We got 12 satellites.

-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.

We don't say
that's the purpose of the mission

but we make it clear
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 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.

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?

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

3,200 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.

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]

-Yep.
-To what end? Why would he leave

the relative safety of the Hab?

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]

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 say it's impossible
and then I'm gonna make a speech

about the blinding capabilities
of the JPL team,

then you're going to do the math
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.

[Mindy] 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.

Come on. What are you doing?

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.

[muttering]

Okay. I know where he's going.

I need to get on an airplane.

[beeps]

[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.

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] Yes.

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.

[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.

Twenty-six 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]

[Watney] 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."

[breath trembling]

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]

[inaudible]

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]

[Sanders] 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.

[Mitch] 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 ingenue."

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.

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?

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.

-[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]

[panting]

[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 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--

Almost easier to what?

I need more coffee.

-Ah!
-[thuds]

[Mike] Are you all right?

It's fine.

Almost easier to what?

You do understand I'm your boss, right?

Uh-huh.

[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.

Thirteen 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 twenty.

-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.

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.

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.

[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.

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]
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 LCC,
maintain your positions.

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 Mandarin]

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 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] Gonna call it "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.

-[Vogel] Johanssen?
-Yeah.

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

[Johanssen] 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.

[whispers] My God.

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?

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 they'll court martial us.

Yeah, there's that.

[Lewis] For the rest of you

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]

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?

Flight, Guidance. Hermes is off-course.

CAPCOM, advise Hermes they're drifting.
Guidance, get a correction ready.

[guidance technician] Negative,
it's not drift. They've adjusted course.

What the hell?

Telemetry, any chance
this is instrumentation failure?

Negative, Flight.

Work at how long they can stay
on this course before it's irreversible.

[guidance technician] Working on that.

[whispers] Who's Rich Purnell?

I dunno.

Will somebody find out
who the hell Rich Purnell is?

[Sanders] Annie will go before the media

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.

[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.

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.

We'll get Mark to wear his EVA suit.

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.

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 forevermore ♪

♪ 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 forevermore ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Ooh, Waterloo ♪

♪ Knowing my fate is to be with you ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, Waterloo ♪

[Lewis] Beck, Vogel,
I want you in Airlock 2

with the outer door open

-before the MAV even launches.
-[Vogel] Okay.

[Lewis] Martinez flies the MAV,
Johanssen sysops the ascent.

Once we hit intercept,

it's Beck's job to go get Watney.

[Johanssen] 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 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 speaks indistinctly]
…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] We're on it.

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]

[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.

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] Working on getting to you.
There was a complication.

Copy that.

How bad is it?

[Lewis] 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] Can't see you having
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] Unexpected L.O.S.

[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.

[static]

[Lewis] Houston, be advised.

We are going to 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] 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?

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.

[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?

Twelve 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.

Eleven meters to target.

Six meters.

-[both 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
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 a 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 over there.

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.

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?

What do you hope to
achieve this time around?

[Vincent] The goals
have always been the same

for the Ares program.

This time 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,

3, 2, 1.

[male reporter] And liftoff.
As the crew of the Ares 5

begin the next chapter
of American space exploration.

[technician] Pressures look good.

[all cheering]

[whoops]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Wow. Good shot.

[reporter] There you have it.

Five years after the rescue
of astronaut Mark Watney

and 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 ♪

[slow instrumental music playing]