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So, Griffin,

why all the secrecy surrounding this mission?

Secrecy?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

We've been very transparent.

In three short days, we will be embarking

on an historic manned rendezvous

with the asteroid commonly known as "Kamohoalii."

Come on, there's gotta be more to this.

I mean, why would the Helios board sign off

on a scientific mission

with zero potential for return on investment?

Well, maybe not direct return,

but nobody's ever gone broke

pushing the outside of the envelope.

For instance,

Odyssey II has a new primary A.I. interface

in the ship's onboard computer.

It's our latest quantum- beta version of Matilda.

The same Matilda

who can't get my pizza order right?

Ooh, wow, Connie,

that's a cheap shot, even for you.

But putting aside for the moment your preference--

- You always say that. - Molly! Don't.

...the real story here

is that in three days,

Odyssey II, her commander, Rebecca Sawyer,

and three crew members

will embark on what could be

the most significant mission of exploration

in the history of mankind.

Kamohoalii reminds us why we all look to the stars.

I promise, this is the last, okay?

Don't, okay? This isn't about you.

It's about our family. It's about our daughter.

This mission is different,

and you know that.

Matilda, turn the volume up.

...the only thing we know is that it demonstrates

a number of very unusual properties.

We've never seen anything like it before,

but what's really intriguing is the way it moves.

It's been accelerating

ever since we first encountered it.

Kamohoalii is a genuine astronomical mystery

of the first order,

a mystery we hope Mission Commander Rebecca Sawyer

will solve once and for all

with the upcoming launch of Odyssey II.

Introducing

Mission Commander Rebecca Sawyer.

Five round trips to the Mars Epsilon Colony,

commanding Zephyr II, Odyssey I, and now Odyssey II...

Fine, fine, fine, don't believe me,

but I know more about this launch

than any of you guys.

-No way. You're lying! -Okay, okay.

Listen.

My dad is jacked into some seriously high-level sources,

and all they say Kamohoalii

is definitely an alien spacecraft.

So...

You wanna know how I know you're full of it?

'Cause no one knows anything,

even if your dad is Griffin Combes.

Yeah, no, I don't know anything.

Um, try NASA, okay?

Harvard's Dean of Astronomy?

They all say that there's no other explanation

for the way it's moving, so...

Oh, man, that'd be so awesome!

I can't believe we're stuck at this hotel

while our parents are chasing

a real-life Millennium Falcon!

But... but Han Solo's not an alien.

Well, technically, sure, he's human,

but born on the planet Corellia.

That makes him...

Would you like me to help you

make a selection?

No, thanks. That's okay.

Just the usual, Matilda.

Enjoy your E3 Bar.

-Hey, Samy!

Come here, hang out!

Come on. Please.

If you want to catch pneumonia, go ahead.

Probably go swimming after.

Do you see what time it is

and what the weather is?

What is the weather?

Guys, guys, guys! This is Samy Sawyer-Wei.

She's 11, and in the Eighth Grade.

Skipped two whole years.

Smartest girl at Emerson.

So, uh, this is Martin, and--

Doria. Your mom's Rebecca Sawyer?

The Mission Commander?

This is so cool.

Their dad works in Mission Control.

He's a programmer for the launch, right?

Yeah, I guess.

-And, uh, that's Wes. -Will!

I've told you, like, seven times.

Whatever.

I'm just here with my mom for the launch.

What's she do?

She's a... writer.

Not a programmer, just a, you know, a writer-writer.

So, uh, Samy... for the win,

Kamohoalii, asteroid or alien spacecraft?

Well, alien spacecraft is a possibility...

See? I... I told you!

...but...

a very, very, very remote one.

Truth is,

nobody's sure what it is.

Most likely,

a big chunk of rock and ice.

Ice?

Just ice?

No, not just ice.

Ice that's been traveling through space

for maybe millions of years.

There could even be microscopic life in it,

which could explain how life on this planet started.

Wait, wait, hold up.

See? I was right!

Come on, guys,

Alien life traveling through space?

Man, what I'd do to get aboard that thing

and find out what they're really up to, you know?

So, what does your mom think?

She doesn't talk about this mission much.

You know, secrecy and all that.

Oh, Dor, gotta jet.

Uber's here.

Where are you going?

Launch pad.

Dad's key card is toast,

so we gotta deliver his spare.

Wait, what level access?

Red Five.

Hold up.

Dude, that's like the keys to the kingdom.

Wait a second, it's 10:46.

So?

The timing's perfect.

I mean, shift change in 14 minutes.

That place is so huge,

this time of night,

launch pad should be clear by the time we get there.

Wait...

"We"?

Yes, "we."

Come on, Samy,

don't tell me you don't want to check it out.

You're just as curious as I am.

Oh, and then that would be perfect!

We could get a chance to get selfies from Ground Zero

for the Skittlegram!

Oh, definitely not.

Every time you talk me into doing stuff like this,

we get caught, and you skate, and I do the time.

Come on, man, she's right.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

We gotta do this.

But it's not worth it.

Seriously, Dad's key card might get us on-site,

but it's not gonna get us into the tower elevators.

Well, uh,

I know somebody who's got that key.

Right, Samy?

Oh, no. No way.

That's crazy.

What would your mom do if she was you?

Do you think she would just take a pass?

Come on, Samy.

We can do this, or...

we can spend the rest of our lives

wishing that we had.

I don't like this.

What's not to like?

Come on! Duck down!

Lemme see the key.

Whoa, so cool!

What are you doing?

Tactical hand signals. Column formation. Stay low!

So why didn't you just say that?

I don't know!

Dude, look!

-Where'd she stash it? -Hotel room safe.

You have the code?

No way.

Easy to figure out, though.

Your birthdate?

My mom's first mission.

Come on! What are you doing?

I doubt she even knows my birthday.

Come on!

Girls, come on!

Keep going! Keep going!

Go! Come on, come on, come on! Go! Go! Go!

Let's go!

Stay low, stay low, stay low!

Get this O2 into that rocket, pronto!

Wait for it.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Get down! Get down!

Cut the pressure!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, back off on it, back off on it!

Now! Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Wait for me!

Come on!

Go!

Go, go, go, go!

Key, key, key, key! Give me the key!

-Here! -Oh, come on!

Okay, okay!

Oh, my god, Elliot, pick it up!

I think I hear someone.

I think I hear it too.

My shift's starting.

I've got to get to Tower 1.

Go, go! Come on! Come on!

-Chip side up! -What?

Turn the lights on!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

No, no, no!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Close the door! Close the door!

I think that guy saw me!

Dude, chill. We're golden.

-My god.

Oh...

Dude, is this epic or what?

-Whoa! -Whoa...

Guys... Come on, guys!

We're so high up!

Look, look, look, look, look!

We're so high up in the air.

This is so cool!

Look at this!

-This is crazy!

Elliot!

I-I...

Wait! What? Don't!

Stop!

Dude, it's fine. Just chill.

It's okay.

We're good. We're good.

"Come on, Martin.

Just one quick snap and out."

Here we go again.

Guys!

Guys... guys, come on!

We gotta get out.

We will.

Just one shot of all of us.

Come on.

We could go stand right there.

Guys! Picture!

Now!

Guys, guys, guys, come on, come on!

Now! Picture!

Okay, fine.

Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, back to back.

Hello, Samantha.

I'm Matilda. Welcome aboard Odyssey II.

Yeah. Hi?

You know my name?

Yes, Samantha.

Your mother is Mission Commander Rebecca Sawyer...

She knows her mom.

May I call you Samy?

No, yeah, Samy's good.

Thank you, Samy.

Elliot Combes...

Hi.

-William Rivers... -Will.

...and Martin and Doria Taylor.

Oh, wow, hear that?

Spaceship knows our names.

Welcome aboard Odyssey II.

Why are you here?

My dad's Griffin Combes!

Yes, Griffin Combes,

the founder and Chief Executive Officer

of Helios Industries.

Yeah.

He sent us here to, you know...

check everything out.

Make sure everything's gooch.

"Gooch," as in the versatile slang term

based on the Gucci luxury fashion brand

meaning "okay, good, great, awesome."

Yeah, like that.

See, I told you guys, we're golden.

Commencing launch sequence.

T-minus 20 minutes and counting.

-What? -Oh, my god.

What do you mean, "launch sequence"?

T-minus 20 minutes and counting.

Transitioning backup flight system

to launch configuration.

Crew, check and confirm

final cockpit switch synchronization.

This is Flight Director Lind Bellows.

Well, I have no idea what happened.

Just pull together anyone you can,

and get up here, stat.

What's going on?

Niles, are you running some kind of launch simulation

with Matilda?

No, just debugging some code.

A few last-minute maintenance routines.

- Comms open. - Dad!

Doria?

I swear we didn't touch anything.

It just, it just started counting down all by itself,

I promise!

Sorry, you know that kid?

My daughter.

Brilliant.

Matilda...

this is Flight Director Lind Bellows.

Pause the T-minus countdown.

Matilda,

this is Flight Director Lind Bellows.

Emergency authorization KX-7.

I am ordering you to stop the countdown

immediately.

Respond and confirm.

Respond.

KX-7.

Inertial measurement unit

preflight alignments are go.

T-minus 19 minutes and counting.

We gotta get this.

Maybe "gooch" was some kind of

secret launch code thing or something.

Right, so now this is all my fault.

I'm just saying!

Here, let me try!

T-minus-18 minutes...

Step one, pre-launch check.

...checking C02 and 02 pressure...

What are you doing?

I need to confirm cockpit switch configurations.

How do you know what to do?

Been practicing on my mom's simulator program

since I was five.

Five?

Yeah.

When I was five,

I could barely handle Pokemon X.

Will, this is real complicated.

If I don't get everything perfect,

we will all be incinerated.

Incinerated!

Yeah. At best.

I'm gonna find another way outta here!

Lomax?

Lind Bellows, Mission Control.

We've got a 17-minute countdown to launch,

and five kids trapped inside the command module.

Scramble a team and a plasma torch, stat.

Run up the tower.

Breach the main hatch.

Hard out in 11 minutes and 30 seconds.

No, I can't abort.

Now, just stop wasting time and do it!

Sweetheart...

I count five of you up there in the module.

Is that everyone?

Yeah.

Is that little Samy Sawyer-Wei

I see there in the command chair?

-Yup. - Wanna tell me

what you're doing there, buttercup?

Configuring cockpit control synchronization.

Okay, no, no, no, do not touch any switches or controls.

If she doesn't, and we blast off,

we're all gonna be incinerated!

No one is blasting off!

I have an engineering team coming up there

to get you out of that hatch.

If you all just stay calm and don't touch anything,

we'll get you out of this safe and sound.

See? I told you.

They'll get us out in no time.

We're golden.

Stop saying that!

Every time you say that,

something very bad happens!

Elliot?

Elliot, is that you?

Uh, yeah.

Hey, Lind.

Ground Control, we are approaching the catwalk.

Go, go, go!

We are in position!

Ready to breach the hatch on your go!

Hang tight, little man!

We'll get you outta there soon!

He's what?

You tell me exactly, where are we in the countdown?

12:18.

I've scrambled an engineering team

to breach the main hatch--

No!

No, absolutely not.

Griffin, you're not suggesting

that we launch a spacecraft full of children

without making an active effort to--

--to what? To kill them?

The engineers will never get through in time,

and if we compromise the forward fuselage,

those kids are toast, so, no.

This is a software glitch.

We need to hack into Matilda and abort the launch.

Sawyer and I will be there in five.

What's going on out there, Griffin?

Connie...

Nothing your audience would be interested in.

Excuse us.

T-Minus seven minutes.

Closing vehicle vent valves...

Check.

No! No, wait!

Hey, what are you guys doing?

They're ordering us to leave!

What about the kids?

We're outta time!

No, wait, no, wait!

Hey!

Go! Go!

Get us outta here! Get me out of here!

Golden, huh?

Retracting cockpit access arm.

Where are you going?

No, no, no, no, no!

Move, move!

T-minus five minutes.

Arm solid rocket booster range safety...

Armed.

Maybe the lady's right. Maybe you should stop.

If I do, and we launch, we're dead.

No. Uh-uh.

No way my dad will let that happen.

Samy, listen to him. For all we know,

you might be undoing everything they're doing.

Guys, leave her alone!

Let her do her job!

It's not her job, okay?

She's just a kid!

T-minus three minutes, 55 seconds.

Initiating aerosurface

and main engine gimbal profile tests.

Lind?

Oh, no ma'am.

Guys? Samy?

What do you think you're doing?

She's pretending to be an astronaut!

Main engine gimbal profile tests complete.

Whatever it is that you think you're doing,

you need to stop.

No.

Oh, yes, you most certainly will, young lady,

and right now!

Oh, Rebecca, thank god.

Will you please tell your child

to stop mucking around?

Baby?

Baby, what're you doing?

Becca...

Yeah, I'm here.

Molly?

She's on her way,

but, baby, you gotta take your hands

off those controls.

You're freaking a lot of people out down here.

You think you're freaked out?

Yeah, I know, it's crazy,

but you gotta stop.

I can't.

Why not?

You know why not.

Main engine fuel temperature optimal.

Charlie, check the pre-flight synchro.

Is she working it?

Like a rock star.

Keep doing what you're doing, baby.

You're killin' it.

Hey, what are you doing?

-We do. -Copy that.

Matilda's been hacked.

That's impossible. By who?

Someone with bottomless pockets.

It's crowd-sourced big time.

Hundreds,

maybe thousands of coders.

See how it's scrolling?

Yeah. Executing?

No, no, no, it's being written.

Right now.

In real time, on the fly.

They're exploiting the patches we installed

in the core program of the On-Board Variant--

We don't talk about the patches, remember?

To anyone.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, pull the plug.

Take Matilda off-line.

Matilda is the line.

She controls avionics, acceleration,

trajectory, life support.

Look, without Matilda,

those kids don't have a prayer.

T-minus two minutes.

Retracting oxygen vent arm.

Crew members, close and lock visors...

What visors?

Are there helmets?

Do we get to put on helmets?

Not unless you brought one along.

Everybody strap in!

Okay, uh...

There are only four seats.

Got it.

Come on, Dor.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Come on.

Whoa!

T-minus one minute.

Close LOX and LH2 outboard fill and drain valves.

That's it.

Matilda's show.

No stopping it now.

-Engines? -All five are a go.

-Oxygen? -We're at capacity, sir.

Lind, open comms?

Guys...

we've done everything we can down here.

I'm sorry, we're, uh...

we're out of options.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god...

We are actually blasting off into space!

Shh!

Dad, are we gonna...?

I mean, I-I can't--

You're gonna be okay, son.

Ship's rock-solid.

I'm scared.

Don't be. I'm not.

Trust the ship.

You'll be okay.

We're gonna get you home soon,

and safe, I swear it.

Just... in the meantime,

you gotta be brave.

You all do.

T-minus 30 seconds.

Copy. T-minus 30 seconds.

Right, this is happening.

FAO?

Go flight.

CAPCOM?

Go flight.

Ops.

We are go flight.

Dad, I'm sorry.

I didn't wanna come up here, but Martin--

Don't you blame this on me!

You were the one who--

It's okay, guys, it's okay.

It's not your fault, and we know that,

and we're dealing with it.

Martin,

you take care of your baby sister, okay?

You know I will.

Dad, I love you.

Love you back.

Twice.

T-minus 12 seconds.

Activating main engine hydrogen burn-off system.

Burn-off systems check.

Mom?

Yeah, baby?

What's my birthday?

June 7th.

Why?

We are go for main engine start.

What are you doing?

Sorry!

I just gotta do this!

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

-Three... -Brace for liftoff.

-Brace for liftoff! - Two...

One...

Solid rocket booster ignition

and burnoff.

I'm here.

She's up.

She's up.

Elliot...

It's okay.

It's just the boosters.

It's supposed to happen.

Look.

I am so grounded.

Second stage separation and ignition

in three...

two...

one...

And second-stage ignition is a go.

We're gonna die!

No!

Shutting down main engine.

Optimal velocity attained.

Trajectory confirmed. Mission is go.

Oh, I don't feel so good.

Whoa!

What a ride!

Guys?

Whoa...

Wow.

This is crazy.

No!

Dor!

Forget it. Phones are toast up here.

Oh, yeah.

Oh! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Are you crazy?

Ah!

This is awesome!

Whoa!

Will! Small movements.

That actually looks kinda cool--

Deploying outriggers.

Not cool! Not cool!

What's going on?

This isn't going well. This isn't going well.

It's okay, guys.

It's supposed to happen.

We're good.

"It's okay, it's supposed to happen.

We're good."

Not good! Not good! Not good!

Why is everyone just watching?

Shouldn't they be doing something?

They will, Mol.

Got a ways to go yet.

And...

...outrigger deployment is go!

-Woo!

Okay, people! People.

We're out of the woods for now, but let's not forget,

we have five untrained kids on that vessel, yeah?

Everything okay up there?

Yeah. We're, uh...

We're good.

A little freaked out, but...

but okay.

Should I commence post-launch checks?

No! Don't. Sweetheart...

You-- You don't have to do anything.

We've got it all covered from down here, okay?

Hey! You!

Brown-jacket boy,

get back in your seat and buckle up!

My name's Will.

Thank you for the introduction, Will.

Now, please, get back in your seat and strap in.

This is not an amusement park ride.

No kidding! It's way cooler!

Do what the lady says!

You're giving them heart attacks down there.

Whoa-ho!

Will!

Capcom, personal screen.

Samy...

Thank you, but I am not "the lady."

I am Lind Bellows, your Flight Director.

I coordinate all systems onboard during space flight.

A real flight director!

That means it's my job to keep you safe.

So here's the deal--

you do nothing

without explicit direction from me, you got it?

Hey! Guys!

You're doing a great job down there, all of you.

Now, you're handling this like champs.

Okay, how do we get back?

Can you turn this thing around?

Well, we're working on that.

- Alert.

Airlock C sensor indicates pressure deviation.

Hey! Ground control?

We got an alarm up here.

What do we do?

I got nothing. All systems look good.

All onboard sensors route through Matilda,

and she's clearly compromised.

We can't trust a thing she says.

Brilliant.

Samy?

From this point forward,

disregard Matilda unless we tell you otherwise.

Repeat, disregard Matilda.

As soon as we have some hard answers,

we will let you know,

but until then, sit tight.

Mission Control out.

That's not good.

What?

They said that we can't trust Matilda,

and she runs the whole ship.

I mean, the whole ship.

Alert.

Cabin pressure loss in cargo bay.

Alert.

Cabin pressure loss in cargo bay.

Here, hold this.

What are you doing?

The airlock's back in the cargo bay.

Standard protocol's a visual inspection.

Yeah. So?

So... I'm gonna go check it out.

Here.

Put this on.

I'll report up to you if I see anything.

You can relay back to Mission Control.

Got it?

Okay, okay. Right. That makes sense.

Can I come?

No!

She's really good at this.

Small movements.

Matilda, open the hatch.

Shut... up.

Guys, I'm heading down the spine.

You guys need to see this ship.

Samy, what's that sound?

What's she saying?

Shh!

Samy, come in?

I'm approaching the cargo bay. Hold.

Alert. Pressure loss in cargo bay.

Hello?

Is somebody in there--

Alert. Pressure loss in cargo bay.

Matilda, lights, please.

Alert. Pressure loss in cargo bay.

Looks like they weren't finished loading cargo

when we took off.

What do you mean?

I mean, just a lot of stuff floating around.

Alert. Pressure loss in cargo bay.

Hang on.

I think I see the problem.

The inner airlock hatch is open.

That doesn't sound good.

Done and done.

- Samy-- -Did you guys feel that?

Samy, get back here!

I wish I had some.

What we know

is whoever hacked Matilda wanted this to happen.

The hackers have carved

a superhighway of malicious code

directly into her program.

I can have 500 coders here

in 18 hours, at your disposal.

It's not a question of manpower.

Look, 5,000 can't do it, but one might.

Singer.

No. No! No way.

That is not an option.

The guy is a burnout.

He's been off the grid for decades.

Yeah, but he built Matilda from the ground up.

He's basically her father, Griffin,

and she's the one we need to fix

if we're ever gonna have a chance

of getting our kids home.

There it is again!

Hey, Samy? Do you copy?

I don't like this.

Is that supposed to be happening?

No. It sounds...

really, really wrong.

Told ya.

Hey, Lind?

Hello?

What? -The alarm stopped,

but we're wobbling up here.

Sorry, what?

Wobbling. We're wobbling.

Okay, yeah, I see it.

It's a, um... slight rotational aberration.

Minor routine issue.

This doesn't feel routine.

Sweetheart, I assure you that it is,

so don't you worry.

The system will sort itself out.

It all looks great on our side,

so just settle in, relax, and we'll keep you posted.

Mission Control out.

The inner airlock hatch was open.

What do you mean?

I mean the airlock doors don't just open by themselves.

Something is seriously wrong with this ship.

Matilda, is there something--

Hey! Samy, come on.

They told us not to talk to her.

She's toast.

Maybe, but what I'm seeing and feeling...

...and hearing tells me

that this isn't a "minor routine issue."

What do you mean? Why would Lind lie?

I'm not saying that she's lying.

I'm just saying that she's not up here.

We don't know what's wrong, and they won't tell us...

maybe Matilda can.

Matilda?

What's making that sound?

The ship is out of balance,

causing a severe rotational deviation.

I project

catastrophic structural failure in 31 minutes.

We're gonna die in 31 minutes?

Maybe we should listen to her!

That sounds like a great idea.

Let's listen to the machine

instead of about a zillion experts on the ground.

Matilda, is there something we can do to fix this?

I've detected a critical weight deficit

of two metric tons

in Outrigger "B", Hydroponics.

The garden!

Guys, I think I know what the problem is.

I could use some help.

Cargo bay closing.

The launch wasn't supposed to happen

for another three days.

They didn't finish putting this cargo where it belongs.

The terrariums.

There are six of them down here.

What's 367 kilos times six?

Uh...

2,000...

2,200 kilos. Two metric tons.

What? I like math.

Matilda was right.

She isn't unreliable.

Matilda, show me a view of Outrigger "B."

Our parents have no idea

what's really going on up here.

Come on, guys.

We gotta move these plants up to where they belong,

or this ship is gonna break into pieces.

So I just got a call from Security.

Facial recognition has got a positive I.D.

on Brown-Jacket Boy.

You're never gonna believe who his mother is.

Connie Rivers.

The reporter Connie Rivers?

As in the Connie Rivers who's been trying to nuke

every single thing I've founded

in the last decade?

Yep. That's the one.

Awesome.

You wanna tell me why you launched my kid into space?

Hmm.

Man, this spinning is messing me up.

It's a lot better than it was.

You think?

Definitely.

Lind's right.

The ship's just sorting itself out.

So...

what's it like

having the richest dad in the world?

Ha! Uh...

No. He's-- He's not the richest.

He's like, um, like, number 14, or something.

I just bet you guys do

all kinds of fun things together.

You know, like hang out with celebrities.

Ever met Super-M?

Super-who?

Super-M!

Here. Let me show you.

I still can't believe this thing is fried.

What are you doing?

There's a whole media library in the crew lounge.

Might as well check it out.

Nothing's happening here, right?

All right, let's go.

The garden is that way.

All right, you got it?

Floatin' like a butterfly.

Warning.

Catastrophic structural failure in 24 minutes.

Cool...

Wait.

The ship spins.

Dude...

Dude!

Martin!

-You okay there, buddy? -Martin?

Yeah!

It just suddenly got really heavy,

and I lost my grip.

Whoa, guys. There's gravity in the outrigger thingies.

Actually, dude, it's not gravity.

It's centrifugal force

created by the rotation of the outriggers--

Elliot?

Get the others. Now!

With gravity,

this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.

Guys!

What are you doing? Where's Elliot?

We got bored,

so we decided to check things out.

Oh, look, look, look!

Très chic.

Kinda big, but gives me plenty to work with.

Okay, that's great, but listen, we gotta--

Dibs on the commander's cabin!

Dude! You gotta see this.

Totally luxe. Private bath,

and the sheets are, like, the really good kind.

And the smoothies...

This is totally top shelf, dude. You gotta check it out.

That's great, but we have to--

Warning.

Catastrophic structural failure in 22 minutes.

We need your help! Now!

What?

Catastrophic structural failure

in 18 minutes.

Guys! We're running out of time.

We've got 18 minutes to move five more of these

from the cargo bay down into here,

or the ship won't be balanced.

It's easy when we can float them,

but once gravity kicks in, it's a whole 'nother story.

True, that.

So I came up a simple game to keep everything straight

that I call "Rabbit in the Hole."

Elliot?

You with us?

You're first.

You and Will start in the cargo bay.

You need to get the terrariums up as fast as possible.

Rabbit-2 up.

Catastrophic structural failure

in 16 minutes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not so fast!

Then, Will,

you thread it through the open hatch

to Martin in the spine.

Rabbit-2 on the leash!

Martin,

you'll take one of the cables from the cargo bay,

attach it to the terrarium,

and use it as a pulley system

to lower it down the boom shaft.

That way, it can take all of the weight.

Here it comes, Samy!

And as soon as the gravity kicks in--

Centrifugal force!

Whatever. Be ready.

'Cause it's gonna get real heavy, real fast.

Then, Doria and me are up.

Catastrophic structural failure

in 13 minutes.

Descending.

That took three minutes.

We need to move faster!

Okay, I got it!

Rabbit-2 engaged!

Outrigger 40% balanced.

Hey, Samy! It's working!

Nice! Guys, we're ready for Rabbit-3.

Okay, here you go!

Catastrophic structural failure

in 12 minutes.

Rabbit-3 on the leash!

No, no, no, listen here,

I want a full panel of launch diagnostics stat,

and I'm still waiting for the fuel comp shots.

Where are those inventory reports?

I asked for them an hour ago.

What are they doing?

We've got a serious problem here!

What just happened?

Okay, all I want is a straight answer.

Connie, I am doing my best here--

What are you doing, Mr. I'm-Doing-My-Best?

Have you launched a rescue mission?

I mean, what about all your other ships?

They're all in transit,

delivering cargo to the Mars Epsilon Colony,

and even if we could reroute one,

it would be 14 days before we could launch, okay?

We have a situation.

What on Earth are they doing in there?

I don't know,

but if we don't correct this deviation

in less than three minutes,

the ship's scuttle protocol's gonna kick in.

Why am I hearing about this

for the first time just now?

"Scuttle protocol"?

The ship will detach the outriggers.

Dor! You got that one?

No!

Our kids are inside those!

Charlie! Override it!

Can't. It's hard-wired in case of a full-system failure.

Guys.

Get back to the command module immediately!

In a sec! We're almost done!

Warning. Rotational deviation remains critical.

-Come on! -Ready?

Two minutes until outriggers separate from vessel.

Hey, Matilda? Stop that.

What are you doing?

Rabbit-5 engaged! One more to go!

Elliot,

the ship is about to scuttle the outriggers.

You all need to evacuate to the command module, pronto.

But, Dad--

Elliot!

Do not listen to Matilda!

T-minus 90 seconds to separation.

Okay.

Dude, what are you doing?

Didn't you hear him?

We gotta get back to the command module.

No! We gotta finish this!

They're not up here!

T-minus 80 seconds to separation.

Elliot!

One more! Come on! We're almost there!

Elliot!

Sorry, Dad.

Yeah, man, come on!

That's an order! Evacuate immediately--

No. No, wait! Can't you see?

They're-- They're balancing the load!

They're shifting the weight of the cargo.

They know exactly what they're doing.

T-minus 60 seconds.

Rabbit-6 on the leash!

The next one's coming!

Go, go, go! Hurry!

Guys! Come on! You can do it!

It got to Samy.

Guys, this might be a bad time to tell you--

my arm's getting really tired!

T-minus 30 seconds.

All crew must evacuate...

-Last one! -...to central hub.

It's stuck!

One, two, three, push!

It's in!

T-minus 20 seconds.

All personnel must evacuate to central hub.

But it's in! It should be working!

Vessel recalibrating.

Vessel recalibrating.

Oh, my god.

Doria, you gotta get outta there!

It's not working!

I told him not to listen to Matilda!

Vessel recalibrating.

All crew evacuate to central hub.

They don't have time to get back.

All crew evacuate to central hub.

Come on! Come on, come on!

All personnel,

prepare for outrigger separation.

Balance restored.

Outrigger rotation stabilized.

Emergency outrigger separation protocol terminated.

Whoo!

Yes!

We did it!

Yes!

Outrigger rotation stabilized.

Emergency outrigger separation protocol terminated.

We did it!

-Oh, my god! -Yes!

I thought we were gonna die, but we totally didn't die.

Guys, do you know that we didn't die?

Whoo!

Oh, my god, dude! We made it!

We did it! We were about to explode!

We were about to get out into space!

The outriggers were about to fly away--

My arms are still tired, though.

I cannot believe

a bunch of kids just pulled that off.

Well, they're not kids.

They're astronauts.

Whoa! Hey!

Hey!

Get outta here!

Can't you read?

The signs on the road say "private property."

Oh, yeah.

You probably don't bother with roads anymore, do ya?

Not enough of a carbon footprint for your taste, is it, Griff?

I need your help. It's about Matilda.

She's been hacked.

That's not possible, and we both know it.

I warned you about Matilda 30 years ago.

You made your bed, Griffy.

She initiated an unauthorized launch.

She took off with five kids onboard.

She took my son!

Elliot?

Now, whatever would make you do that, Mattie?

You're my brother.

So name your price.

I'll help you.