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(camera whirring)

(dog barking) (thunder rumbling)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(wind howling)

(robot buzzing)

- Alex, Amanda, breakfast is ready.

Come on.

- Mom, I told you I'm a vegetarian.

- Well, you weren't last week.

- You never listen.

- Here, go eat your breakfast.

We're in a hurry.

- You said we were late mom, there's no time for breakfast.

- Honey, can you take the kids to school today?

- No, I can't.

Director McHale called me in early for a briefing.

- I gotta be in the office in 20 minutes.

I've already rescheduled these investors twice.

I just can't.

You still got time.

- This is the fourth time this week

I've driven the kids to school and you said we'd trade off.

- I'll make it up to you later.

Thanks honey.

What, no eggs?

(Kristin scoffs)

(door opens, closes)

(beeping)

- What the hell was that?

- We don't know, sir.

We lost signal this morning.

- You're in charge of this scrappy, why isn't it fixed yet?

- We're working on it.

I've already assembled a rescue team and we're ready to go.

We're just trying to locate Jack Walker.

- Jack Walker?

Who the hell's Jack Walker?

- Jack Walker also known as Jonathan Walker.

He's the one who built Truth about five years ago.

- So what?

Just leave without him.

- We can't.

None of the men are trained

to deal with the mechanics of Truth.

And even if we brought the rover back to Earth,

we'd still need to necessitate cooperation with Jack Walker.

But if he could fix it on Mars

and relaunch it right there,

it would save us months and a lot of money.

We need to bring him with us.

- So you're gonna train him how to be an astronaut overnight

and throw him on a fucking spacecraft in the morning?

That's your plan?

- Yes, I don't see an alternative.

You saw what the rover saw before it cut out.

It could be extraterrestrial life.

We gotta get on this now and time's wasting.

- Do you even have a ship that can leave immediately?

- Deadless Five.

- Deadless Five is an antiquated pile of shit.

- It passed inspection last week,

and it's the only ship that's safe and ready to go.

- Oh Christ.

All right, give me five minutes.

I'll make some calls.

- Thank you, sir.

(lighter flickers)

(phone vibrating)

- [Kenneth] Don't bother coming back inside.

Head straight over to Crescent Valley Correctional Center.

The guy is doing a three year stint.

- Warden's private conference room, you must be important.

- You've got five minutes.

- My superior should have called.

Did he not brief you on the urgency

and the weight of this matter?

- I don't have anything to do with that.

You've got five minutes.

- It's nice to meet you, Mr. Walker.

I'm from the NASA Research Directorate.

Can we have some privacy?

This is confidential.

(door closes)

Mr. Walker, I'm Kristin Worthington.

I apologize for the urgency and being so direct,

but we're currently dealing with a time sensitive material

that could change the world forever.

- Sounds exciting.

- You know, I don't have to ask what a Harvard grad

who's one of the most technically brilliant men in the world

is doing in a place like this,

but it's none of my business.

- Yeah, so let's just cut to this earth shattering drama,

huh?

- As I was saying, earlier today,

we lost signal with Truth P41 early this morning.

But before it cut out, we saw something that could be life.

- Life, on Mars?

(Jack chuckles)

Are you serious? Because that's impossible.

- We're certain enough to investigate it.

- And what do you expect me to do?

I'm here.

The rover is millions of miles away.

Plus, I've never received training for anything like that.

You know, space travel.

They don't exactly let me watch YouTube video tutorials

in here.

- I have a team ready to launch right now.

We need you on board.

Your job would simply be go up, fix the rover,

send it back on its way,

and maybe assist my team if something looks suspicious.

- So simple.

So am I doing this for the good of all mankind

or does today just happen to be my last day in jail?

- My boss, Director Kenneth McHale,

is willing to offer you a full pardon upon your return.

- Just like that, huh?

You don't even know what I'm in here for.

- I don't care.

(door creaking) What do you say?

- That was not five minutes.

- All right, lover boy.

- Mr. Walker... - Tea time is over.

- Mr. Walker, we need to know now.

- Okay, fine.

Just get me out of here before five o'clock,

right, they're serving tuna casserole again.

Come on.

(door closes)

- So I had a nice little chat with the warden.

Do you wanna know what your guy was in for?

- Yes, I read the file. I couldn't resist.

(Kenneth chuckles)

- I always knew you were judgmental to the core.

- We all are.

- So you trust this guy on a multimillion dollar spacecraft

on a mission that took the better part of a decade

to prepare for?

- He is more intelligent

than every person in this building combined.

- Then how'd he land up in a cage?

- Bad luck.

Too trustworthy.

There's lots of different reasons

that have nothing to do with intelligence.

Plus all of his crimes are nonviolent.

I trust him.

- Well, I don't.

He's a thief.

And I found two men in the office while you were out,

and they might be able to help us fix Truth.

They're still students, but their coding is similar enough.

- Look there.

See on the floor?

You see my ring on the floor?

- [Kenneth] Yes.

- I left it there before I left and he saw it.

I bet you he doesn't take it.

If he does, you could send him back to jail

and we'll guess work the repairs on Truth

with your backup guys.

But if he doesn't, he stays on the mission.

- All right, you're on.

Mr. Walker, please report to room 2A.

See there.

See the-

Dang it.

- Yep, I never doubted him for a minute.

He's ready to go.

- He probably knew it was a trap.

You made it too obvious for him.

Does he have the basic training

to even walk on board a spacecraft?

I don't want him shitting his pants

five minutes into zero gravity.

- Jensen's been briefing him for the last two hours.

He's ready to go.

(knocking on door)

- Congratulations.

Few people get this opportunity, Mr. Walker.

- Thank you, sir.

It's actually been a dream of mine since I was a little boy.

- Ah, well, isn't that special?

You'll be boarding Deadless Five first thing in the morning.

It's one of our older ships, but it'll get the job done.

It's a nine month mission each way.

But we've got cryogenics on board, so don't worry,

it'll feel like you're taking a nap.

Kristin will get you a hotel room for tonight,

and Helden is downstairs waiting for you.

He's one of our finest astronauts and an even better man.

He'll get you up to speed and leave with you in the morning.

If you have any questions, ask him.

Good luck to you both.

- He's nice. - He's an asshole.

- Oh, and by the way, between you and me,

you didn't think that little bullshit trick

with your ring was gonna work, did you?

- You knew it was a setup?

- I've been robbing banks and diamond brokers

for the better part of a decade.

I live my life as if there's a camera on me at all times

because there usually is one.

- Right.

I knew you knew.

And I suggest you get downstairs with Helden.

You don't wanna keep him waiting.

- Right.

I'll see you next year

if I don't decide to stay.

(tense music)

You must be Helden.

- Yes, Helden Smith.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Jack.

Don't you ever call me jackass, you got that?

What do you say we hit up the gift shop on the way out.

I already got my mug,

but my mom can really use some shot glasses.

- This is a satellite office for special projects.

There's no gift shop.

- Wow, that really sucks. My mom's gonna be pissed.

Hmm.

So what's up, space cowboy?

What time are we taking off tomorrow?

- Launch is set for 7:00 AM

- 7:00 AM?

Well, that's perfect.

Gives us more than 12 hours to get fucked up.

What do you say, Lightyear?

First round's on me, huh?

You like Tanqueray? You seem like a gin guy.

Come on.

(horn honking)

Ah, here we are.

Just how I remember.

Ooh, I wonder if Louis still works here.

I might still have an outstanding tab.

- Mr. Walker, I'm under strict orders

to take you straight to the hotel for a good night's rest.

- Really?

Because yeah, I don't see anybody else around here

enforcing those orders.

So I'll tell you what,

why don't you gently remove that stick

that's shoved up your ass and come have a drink with me,

all right?

One drink, come on, Sparky.

- Actually, you're supposed to be in handcuffs

until we get to Mars.

- Give me this.

These might come in handy later.

The bear is hungry, Helden, the bear is hungry.

You really gonna make me drink alone?

- I'm gonna be waiting outside for you.

- Please just...

- Just one drink. - Yeah.

(Helden sighs)

Oh, right there.

- That feels good? - Uh-huh.

Oh man, you're so good with that deep tissue Brenda,

you're amazing.

- My name is Betty.

- Yeah, Betty, Betty, I mean Betty, that's what I said.

There you go.

Oh yeah, to the left, to the left.

Oh, that's right, there it is.

Oh yeah.

(eerie music)

(Truth crashing)

(water pattering)

- Where is he?

Did he leave?

- In the shower.

- Oh, what time is it?

- Six o'clock.

You know you snore like a bear.

- Sorry.

- So, you guys are astronauts on a secret mission.

- What did he tell you?

- That you're astronauts on a secret mission.

(Helden sighs)

- I work for NASA and he...

I don't know what he is.

- Whatever.

Look, I gotta get to class in a couple of hours.

I gotta get some water.

Ugh.

Some breath mints to freshen up this hangover.

Can you tell your friend I had a good time?

- Yeah, sure.

- You know, I had a friend

who would've been perfect for you.

She's kind of nerdy like you, but at least she drinks.

Your friend would not stop talking about you

coming into the bar last night.

Why wouldn't you come in?

- I don't drink. - Smart.

That's why you're raking in the big bucks, NASA boy.

Take care now.

(door opens, closes)

- Woo!

Morning.

(Jack laughing)

Where'd Brenda go?

- Is that her name?

She just left.

- What?

Well, you're lucky.

I was gonna ask you to borrow a few bucks

'cause I had nothing to give her.

Oh man.

Oh, oh, she was great.

That was exactly what I needed last night.

- We have to be at the airfield in half an hour.

- All I gotta do is put on my shoes, fly boy,

we're all waiting on you now.

Come on.

Today, Junior, come on, come on, let's go.

Let's get it moving.

There you go.

Oh, put some pants on.

- [Announcer] We have ignition.

(rocket launching)

(seatbelt clicking)

- So what now Buzz?

We're just gonna sit here patiently for nine months

until we get to the red planet?

You guys got any movies on this thing?

How about any board games?

- I'm gonna give you a tour of the ship

and introduce you to the crew.

This is Travis Brown, our pilot.

Jocelyn Rudin, co-pilot.

- Howdy, the world's in your hands.

Don't fuck up.

- Could you try not to be so coarse?

Travis and Jocelyn are Harvard grads

with over a decade of intense training.

- Look man, I'm gonna say and do whatever I want, all right?

I'm just as smart as you snooty motherfuckers.

Don't forget why I'm here.

- You're right, I'm sorry.

- You don't have to apologize either, all right?

Just stop being a fucking prick.

Nine months is a long time

to have that fucking stick shoved up your ass.

You don't want me to jump a ship tomorrow

before breakfast, do you?

- This way. - Yeah, this way.

- This is Dr. Terry Spencer, our Captain.

She knows the system inside and out.

- That's very impressive, Doctor.

- It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Walker.

Truth P41 is a remarkable piece of design and machinery.

- Hmm, yeah.

Well, if we ever get that fucking piece of shit to work,

am I right?

Oh, pardon my French.

- It's quite all right.

Is there anything else we can get for you?

- Yeah.

Well, I was thinking

that maybe you and I split a bottle of vino sometime soon.

How does that sound?

- Let's go to the engineering room.

- What?

I'm a red wine guy myself, so.

Right.

(metal clanking)

- You've already made a fool of yourself

and embarrassed me in front of the Captain.

I feel these guys might be more your speed.

Jack Walker, Tom Hillshire, Adam McCleary.

New guys in the back. It's Marty and Hank.

They're the brave engineers keeping us moving.

- There's no need to sugarcoat it, space cadet.

We're all just grease monkeys.

Plain and simple.

- My people.

- You're the one that built that Mars robot piece of shit?

(Adam laughing)

- Yeah, that's me.

I'm the guy who designed it, built it,

and the only person who knows how to fix it.

But hey, what have you done with your life, huh?

- Well, fuck you buddy.

I missed my kid's graduation this year

on account of your little field trip.

- I like these guys already.

- We've got a video call with Kristin in a few minutes.

This way. - Right.

Oh, hello beautiful.

What are these fandangos?

- These are mini rail guns.

They have six capacitors

and deliver more than two kilojoules of energy per shot.

(Jack whistling)

- Two kilojoules.

Oh, what the fuck is that?

- It's enough to ruin your appetite, sweetheart.

So you mean to tell me any fucking time,

we can blast a hole on this ship with these fuckers?

- They're specifically calibrated

to ensure that they will not pierce the fuselage.

- That's cool.

- So what, plan on having an intergalactic warfare

with the yellow green bastards?

When do I get to play with these babies, huh?

- That's up to Terry.

Come on, Kristin's waiting for us.

- Fucking piece of shit.

- Hey, everything looks good on the home front.

Estimated time of arrival is eight months and 28 days.

So get comfortable.

- Easy for you to say.

This thing doesn't even have Netflix or hookers.

- Has he been cooperating Helden?

- I wouldn't exactly invite him to dinner with my wife,

but so far, yes.

- Well, if he acts up, you have my permission to cuff him.

- Wow, I thought we were friends, Kristin.

- All right, I got a meeting with McHale in 10 minutes,

so I'll talk to you guys tomorrow.

- Copy that.

- And Jack, behave.

- So now what?

What, are we gonna play fucking tag, hide and seek?

We're gonna sit in a circle and play fucking songs?

Oh, how about a game board, huh?

Did you bring a game board with you

with a bunch of batteries, yeah?

- I'm exhausted.

I'm gonna go turn in for at least a few hours.

- What the fuck am I gonna do? I'm all fired up here.

Can I go explore?

Look, I promise you I won't pull any fire alarms

or open any emergency doors that'll suck us into a vacuum.

All right, look, I promise.

- All right, fine.

Just don't touch anything and leave everyone alone.

- He think I'm like eight years old.

(craft door opens)

(tense music) (metal clanking)

(computers beeping)

(Jack humming)

That way, that way.

Mh-mh.

Whoa.

(tranquil music)

Hey. (window tinkling)

(Jack groans)

We must be making good time.

Time.

(Jack grunts)

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

No, no, what are you-

- Helden Smith, report to my office immediately.

- Sorry, I was sleeping.

What is it?

- You know that alcohol's forbidden on the ship.

- I...

I know.

- Well, what's this? How did he get this?

- I don't know.

- What, you weren't supervising him?

- I went to take a nap.

- Oh, you're pathetic. Get him out of here.

- Yes ma'am.

- Calm it down.

- This was a horrible idea.

McHale is going to hear about this as well.

I wanna know how that alcohol got on the ship, goddammit.

- Yes ma'am, I'll find out.

Come on.

- No, no, come here, I want to-

Sit down.

Come on.

- You are disgusting.

(Jack laughing)

Get him out of here.

- Ah, you too, Captain.

Come on.

So I guess that wine date's out of the question, huh?

- You broke your promise, Jack.

- When did I promise I wasn't gonna have fun?

- Where did you get this? - What does it matter?

- Alcohol is forbidden on spaceships.

The higher altitude accelerates the level of intoxication.

- Man, those tests are bullshit.

- Even if they are, they will abort this mission

if you don't cooperate.

- I will turn this spaceship around

if you do not cooperate, son.

- Jack, just tell me, please.

- Okay, it was the grease monkeys.

You know, my people.

- I want to know how you got this on the ship.

- That ain't ours. - Yes it is.

How did you get this past NASA security

and smuggled it on board?

- Hey man, relax.

You can't expect us to be working like slaves for 18 months

and not be able to have a little fun during play time man,

come on.

It's not like we're getting drunk on the job or anything.

- It's forbidden and I can get in big trouble.

- Hey, listen here you fucking suit.

You're not in charge.

The only reason why you're on this ship

is 'cause the Captain needs a whooping boy.

- That's not true.

I coordinated the launch.

- Oh, put a fucking sock in it, man.

No one caress.

You know what?

Keep the damn whiskey.

You need it more than we do anyhow.

- Hey, Bennie, that fucking suit found our whiskey.

- I told you man,

we never should have smuggled that shit on, boy.

- Come on man.

It's not like I had to twist your arm either.

I guess rover boy found it.

What do you suppose we do?

- Well let's go kick his smart boy ass then.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Grab some lead.

Show him.

- Jesus, what are you guys doing?

- Shut up Astro man.

- Yeah, shut up

- Guys, just put the guns down please.

We haven't even begun training on them yet.

- Look, why don't you shut your mouth.

Go stand over in that corner.

We're about to bust these guns chairs right now.

Come on.

(tense music)

- Where are you robot boy?

(tense music)

(Jack whistling)

- You fuckers are really gonna kill me

over a bottle of Jack Daniels, huh?

That you smuggled in here yourselves.

- I am.

You're hilarious.

- Besides, I don't think you guys know how those things work

you both have the safety on.

- No, we don't.

- You do, yeah.

Core of these machines is based on my designs for the rover

so I think I know how they work.

Wanna see?

- Man, fuck you.

We'll show you.

- That's what I thought.

(gun firing) (poles clanking)

Helden, grab their gun, come on.

Come on, grab their gun, put 'em back where they belong.

(gun cocking)

Both of you, keep your hands up.

Both of you, keep your hands up.

If Jack wants a sip of Jack, he's gonna fucking get one.

Stop being so fucking greedy.

Keep your hands up

and you, apologize to Mr. Smith for your crass words.

He's been working hard on this mission.

- Man, now you're going too far.

- Sorry Helden, I tried.

- Fuck. (Tom whispers)

Damn you. (Tom stomping foot)

- Son of a bitch.

- I think I just shit my pants.

- I'm not here to referee a fight.

- You should have thought about that

before you vouched for these barbarians

and this fucking has been.

- What did Kristin say?

- She's not happy.

Neither am I.

If it was my decision, I would turn this craft around

and wait a few months and assemble a real team.

- So what do we do now?

- Go ahead as planned.

You made this bed.

It's gonna be a long nine months.

I might as well colonize Mars myself

and spare myself a fucking ride home.

(Jack groans)

(space ambient music)

- Make sure it's always leveled, all right?

Man, are you paying attention Tom?

- Yeah.

- So make sure you keep it leveled.

Press against your shoulder.

See that?

You all got that?

- This thing is, save yourself in the back.

Yeah, that's the one.

(static whirring)

- You want one? - No thanks.

- You gotta eat something, Jocelyn.

Enjoy yourself.

Who are you trying to look good for anyway?

What, you think we're gonna come across

some fat shaming aliens with 10 inch rods

and traps like Adonis?

- I'd rather not, but thanks.

- More for me.

(craft computers beeping)

- That's good.

(upbeat music)

(Jack exclaiming) (rock music)

- Oh yeah.

Ah.

(Jack singing)

yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

(space ambient music)

- When was the last time you actually bathed?

I haven't seen you use the bathroom in months.

- That's none of your business, Captain

and I take great offense

to personal hygiene questions like that.

- Get off my bed. - Fine.

But I have a serious question.

What do you think we're gonna find out there tomorrow?

- I don't know.

- New geniuses spend millions of dollars,

three quarters of a year on this little Sunday drive

for I don't know.

That's bullshit.

So tell me, Captain, do you believe in aliens?

- I believe in the possibility.

- So that's a yes then.

So what do you think we're gonna find out there?

Rock monsters, ghosts, little green guys with big eyes?

I'm serious Captain. I really am interested.

- I believe that humankind is moral at its core,

that we have an innate notion

of what's wrong and right wired into us

since the beginning of time

to allow for progression and ultimately civilization.

I believe what's ever out there,

whatever we find out there, it's the same.

- Hmm.

Civility and progression.

I see.

But those rail guns that you have down in the engine room,

they tell a whole different story, Captain.

- You asked for my opinion, I gave it to you.

- Fair enough.

I appreciate the honesty though.

- What about you? - Do I believe in aliens?

Why would I spend the better part of five years

developing and building a rover

just to take pictures of red dirt and air?

So yeah, I believe something's out there.

I'm excited.

(Jack chuckles)

(eerie music)

- Remember what I told you,

the rover should be no more than about half a click

north of the ship.

So if you go that far and don't see anything, turn back.

We can't go out there looking for you.

(spacesuit hisses)

- Say something.

- Since the early 20th century,

the world has been visited by intelligences

greater than man.

Shortly after that, the great and noble Jack Walker

built a titty bar and a casino on Mars.

- Signal sounds good.

You have six hours of oxygen in your suit.

Keep that in mind.

- You ready?

- Let's fucking go.

(keypad beeping)

(doors open, close)

- Think he'll find anything?

- He's so far up his own ass.

He would make up something and say that he did.

(Jack foot falling)

(eerie music)

(Jack foot falling)

(wind howling)

- Any signs of the rover yet?

- Hey, do me a favor, relax.

Calm your fucking tits. I just got down here.

Look, the minute I find anything,

I'll let you know, all right?

(static buzzing)

- Son of a bitch.

(eerie music)

(otherworldly sound)

(eerie music)

(otherworldly sound)

(tense ambient music)

(Jack groans)

(static buzzing)

- [Jack] Guys.

Guys, can you hear me?

- Did you find the rover?

- I think I'm starting to trip out down here.

(Jack deeply exhales)

I can't find any sign of the rover anywhere,

but I think I may have found something of interest.

- Go on.

- Well, it looks like some kind of box.

It's not very big.

It is about the size of my hand.

It looks like it's made out of metal.

I don't wanna open it here.

Plus I can't really do any work

with these stupid fucking Mickey Mouse gloves on.

Do you want me to bring it back to the ship?

Well, it looks safe.

But what the hell do I know.

I recognize it though.

- What do you mean you recognize it?

- It's made out of the same metal

and material from the rover, which is weird

because like I said,

I don't see any pieces of the rover anywhere.

Something must have took it apart

and built this using the pieces.

It's so strange.

There should be pieces everywhere.

And the rover is huge,

but I don't see any scattered pieces anywhere.

Permission to bring this back onto the ship.

I repeat, requesting permission to bring this back to ship.

I can't inspect it further out here.

- We heard you.

Return to the ship with it.

Per protocol,

inspect it in the airlock before bringing it in.

- Copy that.

I estimate that I walked a lot further than calculated.

- How likely is it that the rover wandered off

any further than your current marker?

- Nonexistent.

Especially now that we know it's missing pieces.

- Return to the ship.

You have approximately two hours of oxygen left.

- Yeah, I know.

Copy that.

Over and out, Captain.

(door opening)

- Stop crowding.

Let him take off the suit first.

- Ow, goddammit!

- What happened?

- That stupid toaster stabbed me.

- You okay, Jack?

- Okay, everyone get away from the goddamn box.

You are lucky that didn't happen out there.

You've been turned inside out.

How is it?

- It's just a prick. Maybe because I'm a prick.

- I'd say he is just fine.

- [Captain] Jocelyn, take him to my room and bandage him.

- I'll get a test kit ready

and have the inspection results tomorrow morning

if I can open this.

- I expect nothing less.

Be careful.

- Okay, you're all set for battle again, Mr. Walker.

- Hooray.

- I can't believe you were brave enough

to go out there by yourself.

- All in a day's work.

- So, what did you see out there?

- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

- Yeah, I would.

- I believe I saw God.

- What?

- Well, not the God but a god.

- How do you know it was a god?

- Well, only a god or a ghost can walk the red moon.

- Why didn't you tell us on the radio?

- Because I wanted to experience it for myself in the moment

without having to share it with anyone else.

- And I'm the first one you're sharing it with?

- I guess so.

(lips smacking)

- What just the hell are you doing?

There is no fraternizing on this ship.

- Relax Captain, there's plenty of me to go around.

Let the little lady have some fun for five minutes.

- How can anyone enjoy that with you?

- Ouch.

- But hey, I get it, going nine months without any dick

puts you on the edge, doesn't it?

Or it's probably been a lot longer, am I right?

- Excuse me?

- You heard what I said you stuck up cunt.

I'm gonna go take a nap.

Hey, thanks for fixing me up kid.

- You are welcome.

- We'll talk later, Jocelyn. Get back to the cockpit.

- Yes, Captain.

(eerie music)

- I sent a full medical report to Kristin 20 minutes ago.

She's gonna run it past the medical team and get back to us.

The side of the box has a button

that projects a blade outward.

Jack must have hit it by accident.

- So the design of the box is no accident?

It couldn't have just fallen off the rover at some point?

- No something intelligent definitely put it together.

There's no doubt about that.

What we don't know is what's inside it or why it was made.

- What are you thinking?

A virus?

- Well, possibly but why?

- Walker, get to my office.

I want you to take a blood sample from Jack.

- Hey, it was not me who clogged the space toilet, I swear.

- Go wait in the examination room,

Helden is gonna take some blood tests

and a brain scan on you. How are you feeling?

- I feel great.

- No fatigue, no aches?

- No.

- How's your mental state?

- 100% clarity, confidence, and positivity.

I might write a self-help book.

- Go wait in the exam room.

- Where'd you put the box?

- It's locked in the control room.

Here.

Terry told me what she saw, you and Jocelyn.

- Yeah, well excuse the fuck out of us

for being sexual beings.

- I should lock you up until these test results come back.

Whatever got you is in your bloodstream now.

- Yeah?

Well if it got me and if it did,

then everybody should get some.

Make this shit hole a better place.

- Terry and I are about to have lunch at the cafeteria.

Care to join us?

- I probably shouldn't. - I know what happened.

Terry blames Jack anyway, it's fine.

- I'll throw the ship on autopilot for a couple hours.

You're just gonna make it more awkward

if you drag this thing out.

Come on.

I'll take some of that.

- Not hungry?

- Hope you don't mind.

- Help yourself. - Uh-huh.

- [Tom] Hey, how about some grub in the engine room?

We've been working 12 hours straight

and these damn pipes have cooled down.

Tell Travis to take it easy up there.

We're sweating like pigs.

- I'll send Jack with some food packets in a few minutes.

- [Bannon] Tell Jack we like our coffee with two sugars

stirred with a thin straw not a spoon.

- You got that Jack?

- Yeah.

- It's on its way Bannon.

Over and out.

- Hey Joce, you're gonna eat your food?

You haven't eaten since we left Mars.

- What part of I'm not hungry

is too difficult for you to understand.

- I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just saying.

- Just saying what?

- That you need to eat Joce.

(Jocelyn spitting)

- You eat it asshole.

- Um...

You know my sister growing up,

she had anxiety and anorexia.

Seems very familiar.

That was a little different though, right?

- Stupid fucking grease monkeys.

I swear.

(Jack mumbling)

Jack go get 'em food.

Motherfuckers.

You're hired hands, be more like me.

Motherfuckers.

With two fucking sugars, yeah.

With two fucking sugars, you piece of shit.

Here, like that.

And here, you tell him to kiss my shit too.

(Jack spitting)

Motherfucker.

(Jack whistling)

Hm.

All right.

(knocking on door)

Here you go, you fucking animals.

Get it while it's hot.

- Took you long enough.

- You know...

I really don't know what your boys got against me.

I'm a hell of a nice guy.

- Look, you don't impress us jag-off, all right?

You waltz around here like your shit don't stink,

but you're prison trash just like the rest of us.

- Right.

For somebody that's so smart, you sure are stupid.

(both laughing)

- Now, if anyone else could read the code

on that stupid rover you made,

you'd still be behind bars where you belong.

Not even fit to clean our pipes.

- Wow.

Wow.

Don't stop now guys, come on.

Tell me how you really feel.

- You know what?

You think you're hot stuff, don't you?

Just 'cause you stepped foot on that red dirt, don't you?

Well, you ain't no better than the rest of us.

In fact, when we get back, you're going back to jail to rot.

In fact, if it wasn't for Captain

holding them big paychecks over our heads,

we'd put you down ourselves

just like the disgusting pig that you are.

(Jack laughing)

- That's good.

That's really good.

I appreciate the honesty, boys.

I really do.

Tell you what, you're both invited to my wedding.

Oh, speaking of Bannon, how's the coffee?

- It's adequate.

- Yeah, not bad for a retard.

(both laughing)

- Well, that's good to hear boys.

Um...

Room service will be back later for the tray

so in the meantime, enjoy your meals.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, asshole.

What is this shit?

- We should have the test results verified

by tomorrow morning

but I would keep an eye on Jack.

- Why?

What did you find?

- At first glance, his dopamine levels are through the roof

and his gamma-aminobutyric activity is abnormal.

Do you know if he had any alcohol before the brain scan?

- No, not that I know of.

Jack, report to my office.

- Captain, I highly suggest complete quarantine

until we can verify our findings.

There's something off with his results

and we don't know yet if what infected him is airborne.

- Jack, I want you to be completely honest with us.

When was the last time you had alcohol or drugs

on this ship?

- Not since the first day. It's been downhill ever since.

- Okay, I'm gonna give you a moment to tell the truth.

- I swear.

I swear on this entire solar system.

You have my word.

(metal clanking)

- What was that?

(Bannon screaming) (metal clanking)

- Dammit.

- Go ahead, I got you.

(Jack grunts)

(Helden grunts)

(body thudding)

Come on.

Give me the cuffs, give me the cuffs, come on.

(tense ambient music)

All right.

(Jack deeply exhales)

Wow.

You mind telling me what happened here, chief, huh?

You all right?

- Yeah, I'll be okay.

I just came in to take some meter readings

and they attacked me for no reason.

(Helden groans)

I think he broke my skin.

- Yeah.

Yeah, these two were after us.

Even me.

- I don't know what we're gonna do.

We're still months from home

and without these two to maintain-

- Well, you're in luck,

I know my way around an engine room.

Plus we have Marty and Hank back there

who haven't turned to the dark side yet

so we'll do the best we can, all right?

Hey.

Hey look at me, come on.

Let's get you all cleaned up, come on.

(bandage ripping)

- Any updates from Kristin?

- We're still waiting on the confirmation.

Tomorrow morning at the earliest.

- We have to talk to McHale.

We are running on a skeleton crew with Jack in charge now.

- I'll have a video crash course set up if we have to,

but until we reach home, Tom and Bannon are prisoners

and will be treated as such.

What did you bring to my ship, Jack?

I have a copilot that won't eat anything.

I have two rabbit dogs who babysit

and now you're a bigger asshole than you were before

if that's possible.

- Shut up. - Excuse me?

- I said lay off him, he saved my life.

- You shut your mouth.

This mission might be going to shit

but I'm still your captain and you will respect me.

- You're not a captain.

You're a self-indulgent bitch who's holding me back

just like McHale and everyone else at the office.

- You're crossing the line, Helden.

We have to work together on this.

You got that?

Answer me Helden!

Why aren't you any different? What have you done to my crew?

(knife clicking)

- Fuck away from me, man.

(Tom screaming)

(Bannon screaming)

- Help!

Jesus Christ!

(Tom screaming)

Help!

Help!

(Tom screaming)

- Hey man, what are you doing, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

(Tom crying)

He was too far gone for any help

so I just had to tie him up with the others.

- Kristin, talk to us.

Kristin.

- I'm sorry.

I've been up all night with the medical team

and I haven't slept in 48 hours

and my kids need to get to school.

- We need you here. Tell us what you found.

- Okay, more test results have come in.

Jacks dopamine and serotonin are abnormally high

but that's not what worries us.

What worries us is his neurotransmitters are a mess.

Low levels of glutamate,

receptors are just acting by themselves.

- Can you just give us the layman's rundown real quick

and save the technical babble for these guys later.

- Basically, whatever infected Jack

is acting like a supercharged alcohol.

It's tearing down any inhibitions he may have

while upping his reward center with every action he chooses

whether it's right or wrong.

- Is there a way to control it?

- Not on a conscious level.

I mean, he's still capable of independent thoughts,

but those thoughts are gonna be based on primal instincts

without regards to consequences.

- Physically, how are his other levels reading?

- Well, he's healthy otherwise.

I mean, unlike alcohol, there's no hangover.

There's no need to repair damaged cells.

There's no downside.

- I'd say multiple acts of needless violence

is a pretty big fucking downside, Kristin.

- I'm sorry.

What I meant is this super drug,

and we are calling it a super drug at the moment,

is only as dangerous or as beneficial as its host

and its thoughts.

I should also inform you

that this drug acts like a super truth serum.

So anyone who's infected cannot lie to you

so bear that in mind.

- Mm, betrayal upfront just how I like it.

Saves us all the time with the bullshit mind games.

- How long is this supposed to last after the infection?

Does it wear off like alcohol?

- We don't know.

But initial tests are saying that it's permanent.

- Jesus Christ.

- Well, we should also let you know

that it's transferred through bodily fluids

so it's not airborne.

- Thank you, Kristin.

Get some rest.

I'll follow up with you later.

(Jack chuckles)

- Well, fuck me running, guys.

My bad.

- You all right, Joce?

- Anything else you want me to fuck up, Captain?

(ominous music)

(Jack sighs)

What are you thinking right now, Captain?

Hmm?

That you wanna sell that box in the black market.

How about big pharma?

Because you're sitting on billions right now.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm just saying what you're thinking.

And I'm warning you.

If you do that, I'm gonna stop you.

Same way I stopped Helden from killing those two bastards.

(eerie music)

Just imagine what we can accomplish as a civilization

with no fear, no filters.

(tense ambient music)

- Captain, he's right.

If we put this in the hands of good people,

we could do great things.

The sky's the limit.

- Who decides who's good Travis?

(eerie music)

Check engine six.

- Okay, now what?

- Slow down to 600.

- Do either one of you want coffee?

I'm gonna make some in the break room.

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

What do you say we loosen up the ropes off of Helden.

- I don't know what to do with him.

- I think he'll be fine.

Just as long as we keep him away from Bannon

and we need all the help we can get.

Plus he knows a hell of a lot more than I do as a co-pilot.

Is there anything in your mutual past

that he might feel the need to settle?

Because he seemed pretty vindictive

before he went after Tom and Bannon.

- He would've tried something by now

if he had the chance, right?

- Probably, I don't know.

- Get him out of that engine room.

Do not uncuff him.

He needs to eat anyway. It's been a while.

- Right.

(Jack sighs)

So...

Hey, you gonna behave yourself, you bad boy?

(knife clicking)

- Has he said anything?

- Not one word,

but his hamster wheel is spinning pretty hard though.

I can tell.

- If he tries anything else,

you have permission to use deadly force.

- Well, hopefully it doesn't come to that.

I see a lot of potential in this guy.

What are you thinking about, Captain?

- That this is all bullshit.

- What is?

- Kristin's diagnosis, this whole mission.

Why aren't you affected by it?

You're the first one to get contaminated.

- I am affected by it.

I just have nothing to hide.

Surprise Captain, not all of us are evil pieces of shit

underneath the surface.

Just... almost everyone.

- You're a thief.

We got you out of jail. - For victimless crimes.

I never robbed anyone or any place

who didn't have insurance to get their money back

sometimes even more

so you can pretty much call me Robin Hood.

What? You don't believe me? I put a fucking machine on Mars

so I think I got the basic fundamentals of life figured out.

- Then why'd you do it?

Why'd you rob and steal when you can have a normal life?

- Because that is normal to me.

That's why I did it.

I grew up poor.

My friends were crooks, my father was a crook.

Shit, he took me on my first home invasion

before I was even 10.

I did what I was told, that's all I had

and then that becomes all you know.

And even when you try and change it,

it comes back to haunt you

because you just can't shake it

because you crave those warm feelings of nostalgia

to fill the void.

So this dumb little fucking ultra red drug,

it's no hoax, it's in me.

Just hasn't affected me

because I've been real with everyone since day one.

That's why I haven't changed.

- You are lying.

- How?

I have fucking truth serum running through my veins.

There's a greater force out there, Captain.

And it's found a way to wipe us out

from millions of miles away and we took the bait

(fingers snapping)

just like that.

Just like the greedy little leeches we are.

You ever think about taking a dose yourself?

Breaking free from the chains?

Total freedom.

Think about the power you can exploit.

No fear, no filters.

Want to take a test drive?

Come here and give me a kiss.

Oh, don't be like that.

I mean, just think about it.

We could conquer this universe, you and me.

So come on, give me some sugar.

Oh, wow.

(eerie music)

Whoa.

(Jack laughing)

Whatever, we made no difference anyway.

(Jack sighs)

(Jack exclaiming) (dramatic music)

What the hell happened?

Where'd he go?

I told you not to let him move.

- He's been sitting there for six hours.

He said he'd use the bathroom.

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

- Bitch.

(gun firing)

Damn.

(Bannon groans)

(gun firing)

- What the hell is happening here?

How the fuck did you get out of your cuffs?

- I picked 'em.

Why'd you uncuff Helden?

- I didn't.

He must have had an extra key

and got loose when I fell asleep.

- Son of a bitch.

(gun firing)

Stay down, stay down.

- Get outta the way, Jack.

This is none of your concern.

- Helden, all right, think about this, all right.

Look, if you kill Bannon, we're down another crew member.

We're already struggling to get back home.

- I don't care.

Bannon's already a lost cause.

- All right, then what's your plan?

- I'm gonna kill Bannon and I'm gonna kill Terry.

Travis can take us home.

And when we get back to Earth,

you and I are taking over NASA.

They owe me that for my loyalty.

- Come on, you son of a bitch.

- You're the only person I trust anymore.

- That's a pretty fucking ambitious plan all right.

When were you planning on telling me this, huh?

Oh fuck Bannon, shit.

(guns firing)

Come on man, stop fucking shooting.

(metal clanking)

(guns firing)

Stop it!

Fuck, stop it!

(tense music)

(gun firing)

(Bannon panting)

(gun firing)

Stop shooting.

(metal clanking)

Stop it!

(guns firing)

Stop fucking shooting.

Stop shooting.

(gun cocking)

- Fuck.

Fuck.

(door whirring)

- Where is he?

- He went into the airlock.

Wait, no.

What are you doing?

(airlock door opens)

(ship system beeping)

(airlock door closes)

(tense music)

Look, I get it.

You're going to Terry's room and she's a bitch, I know,

but do you honestly know how to captain a ship?

- Do you think I'm capable of that?

- Yes.

- Good, that's what I thought.

That's why you're still alive, Jack.

(tense music)

- You set me on fire and this goddamn box will go with me.

I was gonna promote you when we got back to Earth.

I already spoke to McHale about it.

- That's simply not true.

- Yes it is Helden, it was my idea to uncuff you

and let you free.

- Is she already infected and I just don't know about it?

Answer or I fire.

- No.

- Don't talk to him, talk to me.

- But I want to talk to Jack. Jack has to tell me the truth.

That's what you said, right?

That's what you told me

right before you unlocked my handcuffs

and told me to do what I will to Bannon, right?

- Jack's a thief, a common crook.

He can't do anything for you.

- Shut up.

You're a manipulative bitch.

Nobody likes you or ever has.

And as soon as I'm done helping you, you'll discard me.

- But Jack will do the-

- Jack has to tell me the truth.

- Just imagine...

Just imagine the recognition we'll get

when we get back to Earth, the fame.

We can change the world.

- Jack, I just wanna know one thing.

- What's that?

- This box was made from your rover, right?

They built it from your rover using your materials, right?

Answer or I fire.

- Yeah.

- Is it fireproof?

Answer me, Jack.

- Yes.

(gun firing)

(fire sizzling)

(tense music)

(door opens)

(Jack sighs)

- Everything all right back there?

Thought I heard some screaming.

- I'll tell you about it later.

Time's the only thing we got right now.

- Hey, you mind flying the ship for a couple of hours

while I get some shut eye?

Can't keep it on autopilot too long.

- We don't got much choice.

Oh, and don't walk past Terry's room.

I'll explain later.

(soft music) (door opens, closes)

- Alex, you should be doing your extra credit work.

I talked to Ms. Cherry today

and you aren't gonna make it through the year without it.

- I'll do it later.

I have to go FaceTime Chelsea.

- Hi sweetie.

- Oh hey, what time is dad coming home?

- Oh, I told you he was on a business trip, sweetie.

Um... I could help you with your project.

- That's okay, I want dad, not you.

(Kristin sighs) (Amanda slams door)

(keyboard clattering)

- Hey Kristin.

Oh Jesus, you look like shit.

- I feel like it too.

You know, every night I go to sleep

and I'm jealous of you and Helden

that hopped in a spaceship and flew a million miles away.

- Kids causing a ruckus again?

- When do they not?

I think Phil's cheating on me, but I don't have proof.

And yet Alex and Amanda still see me as the bad guy.

- Yeah, well there's no sunshine over here either.

- Well, what's new?

I haven't heard from you in a while.

- Well, Helden just put himself in the cryogenic freezer

for the next eight months.

- What?

Why?

- He wasn't exactly playing nice with the rest of the crew.

- That's out of character for him.

- Well, he's got a few surprises up his sleeve.

But listen, I just wanted to let you know

that our correspondence might be a little sparse

these next couple months,

but I'll try to communicate with you as much as I can.

- Is everything all right?

Is the box safe?

- Yeah, yeah, the box is in good hands for now.

I'll let you in on the rest later,

but don't worry, you just...

You go get some sleep, get some rest.

- Um okay,

but you know you can call me if you need anything.

- All right, talk to you later.

- Bye.

(Kristin sighs)

(eerie music)

McHale is gonna wanna know why he is in restraints.

- It's safer that way for all of us.

You haven't told McHale about any of our findings, have you?

- No, he's been working on other projects

and our lab's sworn to secrecy.

- You wanna take a hit?

It'll help with confidence in there.

- Funny.

Not interested. - Not interested or afraid?

- Let's go.

- Why is he handcuffed?

- Jack can explain that.

- Is he infected with something?

Do we need to quarantine the building?

- It doesn't work that way, sir.

- All right, then how does it work?

- In our findings, this box contains a stimulant

that permanently alters the chemistry in the brain.

Basically, one would feel intoxicated,

but with more clarity, but with no physical after effects.

It'll also remove any and all filters

an individual may have.

- Are you kidding me?

- We've run countless tests

and Jack can testify firsthand on the power.

- So you're telling me we're sitting on a truth serum

that's the ultimate antidepressant

with no side effects whatsoever?

- Potentially, I would not say whatsoever.

Our findings are that the subject needs to be mentally sound

or else. - Or else what?

Isn't humanity moral and decent at its core?

I mean, that's how civilizations are built.

Compassion, people helping each other.

- Sir, have you ever wanted to kill someone

but didn't because of the consequences?

- Of course.

Hasn't everybody?

(Kenneth sighs)

We'll have to run some more tests.

There has to be some way to alter the chemical makeup

to make this less dangerous, right?

- That is what we're trying and what we hope.

- We could be sitting on billions here.

Maybe even a Nobel Prize too.

How much of this stuff do you think

we can get out of that box?

- Excuse me.

All right, with all due respect, sir,

this isn't just some fucking mine

we can frack for all its resources.

This is the strongest thing we've ever come in contact with.

This isn't even from our fucking planet.

I see this thing wiping us all out

before it brings any good.

- Settle down Petunia.

You're lucky to even be sitting at this table.

Don't abuse the privilege.

- He was the first one infected.

He's an integral part of our study.

- Is that right? - [Kristin] Yes.

And he's an official team member

as he should have been when he built the rover

all those years ago

and he's willing to help us in any way he can.

- Yeah, you hear that asshole?

And by the way, is anyone all right,

is anyone curious about what I saw up there?

- We'll have you give us a full report

first thing in the morning.

Do you have anything to add, Mr. Smith?

- He's suffering from some of the symptoms I was afraid of.

- He's on the shit too?

- Yes, but from what I heard, it wasn't his fault.

- Our boys working on the cure yet?

- It's still gonna be a long time.

We haven't even started the initial testing.

- All right, let's keep him handcuffed.

We'll take him to the lab tonight.

I want 24 hour surveillance on him.

I'm gonna call some people over at the DA.

(Kenneth groans) (Kristin screams)

(Kenneth gasping)

(door opens, closes) (Kristin panting)

(Kenneth gasping)

(tense music)

- Are you bleeding?

Oh, fuck.

- Are there any weapons in this building?

- No, everyone's gone home now.

But there's security guards on duty,

they would have pistols.

- Okay.

Okay, come on, come on, come on.

(door opens)

(tense ambient music)

(Kristin whimpers)

- Kristin, what's going on?

- Larry, Larry.

- Heard you slamming doors.

(tense ambient music)

- Helden's gone crazy.

He killed... He murdered McHale.

He's after us next.

- Where is he now?

All right, I see him. Stay here and stay down.

Mr. Smith, I need you to put your weapon down

and do what I tell you to do.

I will shoot you if you do not back away, Mr. Smith.

(gun firing)

(body thudding)

Fuck.

Are you two okay?

All right, I gotta call this in.

Stay here, I'll be right back.

Sergeant Henley.

- Back on Earth for two minutes

and we're already in this shit.

This the greater good the red planet wants for us?

- It was never for the greater good.

We know that.

- You think Larry there would've manned up for us

like he just did if he had a shot of ultra red in his veins?

- No, I don't.

I think he would've saved himself and left us to the wolves.

- Fucking Larry.

- I have to leave now.

- What?

Where are you going?

What do you expect me to do with this?

- You deal with it.

(door opens, closes)

(car door beeping)

(car alarm beeps)

(door opens) (chattering on TV)

(knife clinking)

(chattering on TV)

(Phil groans)

(Phil choking)

(door opens)

(Amanda screaming)

(Alex grunts) (hammer banging)

(ominous music)

(glass clinking)

(pills rattling)

(wine glugs)

(eerie music)

(glass shattering)

(people chattering)

- I don't even know why I'm drinking this.

I've been permanently drunk for nine months now.

- And now on to some disturbing local news.

Early this morning, police found four dead bodies

in the house of a NASA employee.

- Can you turn that up please?

- Phil Worthington was found with lacerations to his throat

while wife Kristin was found dead of an apparent suicide.

Daughter Amanda was found suffocated.

Alex was found bludgeon to death.

At this time, police are looking for a motive

and more information on who may have killed whom

before Kristin apparently took her own life.

Kristin Worthington was on the research team at NASA

for seven years.

Police are also working with her coworkers

to gather more information.

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(announcer on intercom)

- Dude, what's that?

Is that like a transformer or something?

- Well, to be honest with you, kid, I don't really know.

But you want to know a little secret.

This thing came from Mars.

- You're lying. - I never lie.

Why would I start now?

- So what are you gonna do with it?

- I'm probably gonna put it back where it belongs.

I'm gonna go back to Mars one day

and leave it there for good.

- Why would you do that?

- Someone has to

because there are no more good guys left in this world

so I'm up.

- Yo, you should sell it, man.

Could probably get a few hundred bucks on eBay.

Say your grandma saved it from the Civil War

or some shit like that.

Or you know what?

Maybe the aliens will come looking for it.

You could use it as bait.

Trap 'em, kill them before they kill us, you know?

- Just like that, huh?

No, no, I think they're too smart for that.

They wouldn't have to come here to annihilate us.

- Whatever, man.

There's no such thing as aliens anyway, I was just joking.

- No you weren't.

- Fuck you, man. I'm a good kid.

(Jack chuckles)

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)