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We have a device that can allow one human being back in time.

Space, the final frontier, soon to be a less forbidding place.

As tomorrow, mankind inhabits the technological outpost called the Global

Station. Built with the cooperation of 23 countries, the GSS signals a new

chapter in man's conquest of space.

Eight years of work on that magnificent beast.

You must be very proud, John.

Okay, you're right, I am. I am the master of time and space. That's me.

Yes. Oh, I think I'm going to be out in a minute here.

The primary modules of the station are already in place, waiting for the first

crew. I look like a salamander.

Already,

we have the habitation, guidance, and science modules, solar wings for power,

and lifeboat for emergencies.

A shuttle will deliver to the GSS power units and other hardware for final

installation. It will then return to Earth, leaving on the station a three

-person crew, who over the next few months will activate the station and

it for future habitations.

Although the mission has captured the imaginations of many, issues concerning

timing and safety have arisen.

With many systems only partially online, is there any chance this extended stay

may be exposing you to inordinate risks?

Compared to my time on the Russian space station, this will be like the Ritz,

but without the room service.

How do you feel about Major Kennington being appointed mission commander?

After all, you have logged more hours in space.

We're all a team here.

And just to be included in this historic mission is a great privilege.

Hopefully I won't press the eject button by mistake.

Major Cassie Kennington, daughter of Colonel Jack Kennington, is America's

second -generation astronaut.

Colonel Kennington walked on the moon, was a spokesman for NASA, then

surprisingly volunteered for the Gulf War, flying helicopters in the hot zones

of Iraq and Kuwait, the stuff of which legends are made.

Yeah, legendary bar fighter.

Legendary two -fisted drinker. So you two jokers are saying you knew him?

He saved our lives.

Well, that proves that even the best and the brightest can make a mistake.

At the age of 60, Colonel Kennington returned to space.

And, as the world knows, on that mission, tragedy struck.

On a spacewalk to repair a damaged booster rocket, Colonel Kennington's

was severed, and his body drifted out into space.

And now, once again, a Kennington man's a vital mission, and Kathy carries her

father's legacy back to the stars.

You can't go with the flow.

You know, you've got to make your own decision.

You mean like if somebody wants you to do something wrong? Oh, yeah, but...

Maybe even some smaller, a fad or a fashion.

You know, you don't necessarily have to do what the crowd is doing.

I want you to do what Cassie wants to do, okay?

Do what's right for you.

Now, I know that for most people that's a pretty tall order, but... But I know,

Daddy. I'm a Cunnington, and I'm the captain of my own ship.

Oh, that's my girl. That's my girl.

I love you, Daddy, all the way to infinity. I love you, too, sweetheart.

And we are live from the Kennedy Space Center where the shuttle Atlantis awaits

tomorrow's launch and the delivery of the GSS crew to their new home in space.

Come on, Olga, please. This bet's a short thing. Just loan me a little

No.

I'm just a little short right now, but I'll pay you back as soon as I win. I

promise. I'll even give you interest.

No. Damn it, bugger bitch. I'd bust my butt flying that sphere into hell and

back. You want to do this one little thing for me? No.

Fine, then I quit. That's it. No more time jumps for this little duck. Do it.

Did I ever tell you how attractive you are when you turn me down?

Yes, and the answer is still no.

We're proud of you, big guy.

I'm not loaning you money either.

Dr.

Pallett, this is NASA.

We'll have liftoff in a few moments.

Roger now.

I always wanted to say that.

Whoever put her in command of that mission ought to be shot.

What's your problem now, Ramsey?

Ah, hell, she was fast -tracked because of her daddy. She's only up there for

the publicity she'll give the space program.

She inherited one -fourth of her dad's stuff. She's got it in spades.

We have five seconds to ignition.

Three, two, one, ignition and liftoff.

James Anaconda, or as I like to call it, past the trash. Seven carts done with a

twist. We passed three, then two, then one cart to the left, then in between.

Any questions?

The space shuttle Atlantis and its delivery crew landed safely at the

Space Center after leaving the GSS crew on board the space station to continue

their mission of activating and testing station systems.

GSS, we have good comm link at the present time. Preparing to boot

operations. Roger.

We've got good readings on all IP segments, ground control.

Mark that and we concur and copy.

Awaiting results.

A micrometeor shower.

We had several on there.

It's quite pleasant.

Like hail on the rooftop.

We never had that on there.

We're getting a warning light from the propulsion system.

Uh, Control, we've got an irratum here.

Major, I'm seeing it too. It appears an external fuel line isn't delivering to

an external rocket unit.

Dr. Ballard, we concur.

Now, we can't get fuel for propulsion.

Fuel pressure gauge is zeroed.

The micrometeorite shower must have caused it.

Well, it should be easy to rig something to reroute the fuel line internally.

Well, until then, until we've done that, we're staying right here. I don't think

we're going anywhere soon anyway. How do we get that part, Doc?

Why don't your livery could come on the next supply shuttle?

Roger, Doctor.

It seems like they could have anticipated something like this.

That's why we're here, Cassidy. We're got the kinks.

Oh, my God.

Looks like the meteor coming right at us.

Houston, bearing down at three o 'clock.

Jesus, we've got no engine function.

We can't move an inch. No,

what are we going to breathe?

Space? It isn't procedure.

Look, I'm trying to... Back off, Gene!

What's happening?

Isaac, the crew's life support data.

As you know, debris from the station was scattered all over northern Illinois

and southern Wisconsin.

What was not known by the public at large was that the cargo being carried

the station contained five kilograms of plutonium to power the station's

reactor. Five kilograms?

That's 11 pounds. That's crazy.

Sometimes in the name of progress, risks get taken, Craig.

And sometimes we go too far.

It's now been confirmed that radiation has been scattered all over the Midwest.

The loss of lives is incalculable.

It's Hiroshima.

Without the explosion.

I take it we're a go.

Well, it's not quite that simple, Frank.

We've burned six days.

Even if we move right now, by the time the shuttle can get that part to the

station, the meteorite shower will already have struck.

There is one.

Other possibility.

With enhancements, I'm told we can put you and the sphere directly into space.

You dock with the station and get them the part necessary to make propulsion

unit repairs.

Direct route.

Great. Come over. Let's do it.

Is there a problem?

Well, for one thing, piloting the sphere in space is a completely different

enterprise than moving it through time.

Look, we know we're going to try it, so what are we wasting time for?

Let's go.

Frank,

you're on final approach to the Global Space Station.

10 feet. Watch your pitching attitude.

You're overcorrecting. Watch your yaw.

It's like trying to steer a bowling ball.

The sphere wasn't made for this.

Frank, there's a real chance of failure here.

Just like every single backstep, Ballard.

Do it again.

This is not like any other backstep.

All the sphere enhancements are cherry -rigged. A lot of things, even the radio

may not work.

The flight suit has oxygen capability, but if the sphere leaks, we won't

long. There are too many variables here, Frank. I'm prepared to override the

panel on this one.

We also risk losing the sphere forever.

Must everyone be so positive?

Look, there is the matter of the farm belt being wiped out, remember?

Good luck, my friend.

Godspeed.

Engage.

There is Indiana, home of the Pacers.

Now coached by Larry Bird, the greatest ever.

Magic was the best.

External camera ready to observe.

And Americans claim to know basketball.

Stand by for angle adjustment.

Three, two, one.

We have a good data reading.

Again, there's something out there.

What the hell is that?

Let me magnify.

And that rules out UFO unless aliens look just like us.

No incoming radio.

I think it's trying to dock. For all we know, it could be hostile.

I'm contacting NASA.

We can't. Our communications window is closed for another five minutes.

It could be a top secret U .S. government project you do not know

We'd have been briefed.

Americans are so naive.

That could be a lie.

We can't let an unknown in here.

But if it is an emergency... We should wait for our scheduled radio contact

the ground. No. Initiate docking procedures.

Cassie, what are you... It's my call.

We let him dock.

We just don't let him in. Not yet.

Yes, Commander.

You ought to believe me. There's a meteorite shower heading your way and

going to screw up your fuel system. How do you know about the system's failure

before it happened? It's classified. You're just going to have to trust me.

Maybe the lion was damaged during production.

This could also be a way to let someone on board to sabotage us. Who'd want to

sabotage the station?

The Chinese?

Anarchist? Who cares?

You know the protocol.

Gotta wait until we can talk to mission control.

Listen, you can't wait. If you do,

if you do, a meteor's gonna hit this thing and it's over.

He can't know that, Cassie. He has no way of knowing.

You're right, shall we? It's starting already.

There goes your fuel line. Now, I suggest you install this part and get

turkey moving, because you've got to rock the size of Rhode Island heading

way. I will check the fuel line.

He is right. Fuel line pressure is gone.

Let him in.

The fuel line is installed.

Propulsion system is now going online.

We got to get it moving right away.

Are you telling me to change the station's trajectory without

That's exactly what I'm telling you. Oh, my God.

I see it. A meteorite. Big. Maybe five meters in diameter.

There's your Rhode Island.

How close?

Very.

Heading straight for us.

Okay. We're moving this thing.

Pressuring up.

Five seconds.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

We have ignition.

100 meters and closing.

Bastard, no!

50 meters.

20.

It passed us.

It missed us.

All integrity intact.

No oxygen loss.

All my systems appear good.

Thank you, God, and all your mercy.

Yeah, and thanks for sending the meteor towards us in the first place.

My friend...

You, my friend, could use some vodka.

Better make it a double.

Communication window is open.

Wait a second. I need to talk to my people first. They can brief NASA.

Just who exactly are your people, Mr. Parker?

Red team to hangar four.

Red team to hangar four.

Where are you, Conundrum?

I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Repeat, Penundrum.

I'm on a global space station.

What? There was a problem with the fuel line in the last timeline.

Well, that should have been easy enough to fix. Yeah.

Except the meteor knocked the station out of orbit before we could get a

up here.

Nearly 11 pounds of plutonium radiated a large portion of the farm belt.

Oh.

There's plutonium on that station?

Yeah.

Did you solve the problem, Frank?

Yeah, but it's all taken care of.

I'll contact NASA. We're taking this mission over.

Uh,

Mr. Parker, what was that?

Radio static, I guess.

We'll double check for damage.

Still shook up? I'm fine.

It's too much for you to let me know.

Can I help?

No.

So I knew your father.

The whole world knew my father.

No. Personally, he, uh...

He saved my life in the Gulf War.

Oh, yeah.

Listen, Mr. Parker.

Frank. If that's really your name.

What do you mean?

It's obvious there are things going on here I haven't been told about.

So don't expect me to be thankful and make nice.

From this point onward, I take my orders from Houston, and you are just a

passenger.

We understand each other?

Sure.

You're welcome.

I'm welcome for what?

Uh, the meteor, remember?

If it had hit, there's a protocol for dealing with a hull breach, and I'd have

followed it.

And what if it happened too fast?

Mr. Parker, I know what everyone thinks.

They think I got this job because of my dad, because of my name, that I'm not

qualified.

You're just the first person rude enough to say it to my face.

Hey, if you think I meant to insult you, you're the one with the problem.

I do what I need to do to keep this station safe.

Is that supposed to be doing that?

Oh my god.

The meteor shower must have caused this.

I think the whole wall is going to go. We need to shut off this module.

Which end?

If we do that one, we're cut off from the light bulb.

This one, we're cut off from station guidance. There's no way to move the

station. If this module goes, we may lose maneuverability anyway.

Maneuverability, power, everything.

God, this is not your responsibility.

Come on!

You're okay!

Leave now, I can feel it, God!

Huck!

Now!

Solar power is gone.

Cassie and Parker are shutting down all the non -essential systems, but there's

still not enough power to even boot on board computers.

That module controls power and life support.

They can't run the propulsion. They can't run anything. And we're still

on the final numbers from NASA.

But their orbit is definitely deteriorating.

It says here the ants need to be at 3 .6.

E5 up, core heat down.

All right, good.

Now let's see.

It says here the answer. This is our radar tracking data.

That meteor was picked up 20 minutes before it hit us. I don't have enough

for you to be downloading data.

It was your job as commander to be watching that radar.

You didn't pick up that meteorite shower or the rock that wrecked our fuel line.

Shouldn't you be checking the life support system?

He was a major reason the burn was delayed.

I'm the captain. What happens here is my responsibility.

I knew. I knew you were telling the truth. I should have trusted my gut if I

just got you on board sooner.

Things were strange.

You did what you thought was right. No, I've always followed the book.

I've been the best at the drills because people have waited for me to prove I

didn't have what my father had.

I've had to be perfect.

And now when it counted, I failed.

There's no easy way to tell you this.

The Janna has predicted the orbital deterioration.

Unless we can reverse it. In eight hours, the station will come down

over the east coast, burn up on re -entry, and contaminate the whole

seaboard.

Can we achieve burn with the powers saved from our shutdown?

Not at current power levels.

Well, I'm open to ideas.

There's one.

It'll mean going through the damaged part of the ship. Which is risking

You could go to the lifeboat and use its power to move the station.

It might work.

Might?

We're not sure.

What if it doesn't work?

The lifeboat becomes useless.

Station will come down. You'll be trapped in it.

These suits don't have as much thermal integrity as a regular EBA suit, but

we'll need the flexibility.

This won't work, you know.

The numbers just don't add up.

Well, we've got to try.

If we don't, the East Coast will be gone. It will be anyway.

Without the lifeboat to take us to safety, we'll be dead too.

What about your vessel? Could we re -intern that?

We're not risking with one person. There ain't no way.

You see, don't you, Parker? This is crazy.

Don't you get it? She's playing martyr here.

Now, look, you can blame us all you want for what happened up here, but do not,

do not take us on your suicide mission.

This has nothing to do with blame.

It has everything to do with that.

All you're going to accomplish is killing us all.

Or we might just save thousands of lives.

We might.

But listen, the truth, the truth of it is, there is nobody to save

but us.

You were never qualified to be commander, and this just proves it.

I will not die because of your mistake.

He's going to the lifeboat.

Jonas, keep pressurizing. We need to finish suiting up first.

You don't want to do this.

We have got to work together on this plan, Gene. Come on.

Knock off, fucker.

Relax.

Gene, listen to me. Look, I know you're a little freaked out here.

I'm not frightened.

I am not a coward. Gene, just take a minute. We need the light -filled

to move the station. You're insane.

I will not be part of this useless sacrifice.

Not the one who's crazy.

Cassie.

You've got to stop him or this station won't move.

No, we can't move the station without you anyway.

Come on.

We'll figure out another way.

As you know, the space station was not aligned correctly for the lifeboat to re

-enter the Earth's atmosphere.

Do you have another option?

This is the station's weak point.

If you place several reserve oxygen canisters in there and light them, it

act like a bomb generating enough explosive force to destroy the station,

dispersing the fragments before they hit the atmosphere.

You're sure this will work?

Truthfully, we're still running numbers, but that's all we can come up with.

I don't suppose there are any parachutes on board this baby?

There might be time for you to get to the sphere, although I know odds are

on you surviving there as well.

Always did love a long shot.

You've got to do this your next pass over the Atlantic.

And to preserve power, only contact us if absolutely necessary.

Gotcha.

Say, Olga.

Mr. Parker?

Please tell me you placed that bet on the Lakers.

Uh, you won.

Best news I've had all day.

This week's because I bet the other way.

I'll take my luck any way I can get it.

Hold on to my winnings until I get down, will you?

They'll be here when you get back.

We'll see you in a few hours.

We'll be waiting.

Powering down.

After my father went on his Apollo mission, I was so scared he wouldn't

back. I know the feeling.

I thought the man on the moon would eat him.

He tried to reassure me by telling me he had something for me when he returned.

He was always bringing me things whenever he went away and came back.

He even gave me this.

It's a piece of the moon.

I guess it was his way of always making me a part of him.

So is that why you became an astronaut?

He even called me Cassiopeia.

After the constellation.

But you know, even after I was accepted to NASA, I was backed out.

Who could live up to him?

Who he was.

You still did it. I took guts.

Still. Still robbed in a way.

I never got to share it with him, being up here.

You were all we talked about, you know.

After he saved me, we were tight for a while.

We shared more than just a few drinks.

It sounds like him.

I really miss him.

I know this is a cliche, but that's what cliches are for, right?

Do you ever wonder about Might of Beans?

Sure.

All the time.

He changes things all the time through backstepping, fixes things.

But he can never just do it for himself. It's never just for him.

Makes you wonder why he sticks his neck out time and time again, doesn't it?

Exactly.

Remind me to ask him next time I see him.

He's gonna make it isn't he?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

He always does, doesn't he?

Oh, valid.

Burning those oxygen canisters, trying to destroy the station like that, it

won't work.

Are you sure?

I've run that scenario several times.

The NASA brain trust wouldn't have picked up on this?

Look, I know that station top to bottom.

It will split in half and re -enter the atmosphere anyway. And with the split,

they won't be able to get to the sphere.

And we don't have radio contact. There's no way to tell them to stop them.

Well, even if we did, it wouldn't help us to prevent the station from coming

down. They're going to lose their lives.

And for no reason.

Hawaii.

17 years old.

Slept on the beach for two weeks.

Learned the hard way.

Surfing's not the sport for a kid from Philly.

L .A.? Never been there, but I sure hope to go someday.

Here, have some of this.

It'll warm you up.

Alcohol makes you colder.

But right now, who really cares?

So you're going to tell me the truth now?

Now that we're intimate?

I'm just trying to keep you warm.

Quit avoiding, Parker.

It's time you tell me who you really are.

What you do.

You wouldn't believe me.

I jump back in time.

Seven days, to be precise.

I fix things. I save the world, so to speak.

You go back in time seven days.

I told you you wouldn't believe me.

No, I do believe you.

I've heard rumors about some pretty strange program.

Which means the station came down last time, didn't it?

Then I died.

Me and a lot of people.

Well, Cassie, whatever happened, that was then.

This is now.

Was it my fault?

Did I cause it like I did this time?

Truth.

No one knows.

There's Nevada.

In a few minutes, we'll have to get ready for the burn.

That's my home base.

I have a team down there.

Remind me to tell you about them someday.

That's weird.

What is that?

It's Las Vegas.

Believe me, I know Vegas.

Should it be doing that?

They didn't get the signal to contact us.

Using Vegas for Morse code is insane, which is why Parker might have figured

out. Ballard, your idea might work.

Now, I ran the numbers in the sphere simulator, and it sure the hell looks

there's enough pent -up energy in there to get the job done.

May I see that, Tom?

Ballard. Frank.

I'd hate to see Vegas' light go tomorrow.

Frank, listen.

Burning the oxygen canisters won't work. But there is a way to move that

station, Frank.

Use the sphere.

There's an hour to go before you reach the reentry point of no return.

Now, here's what you must do.

Normally, the sphere is not propulsive. It travels through time by bending

gravity. But by rewiring, we can re -harness the gravity effect and get

some propulsion. Hopefully, it'll be strong enough.

Now, you've got to install a radio.

To maintain constant contact.

Because the intent is for the sphere to push the station into an escape

trajectory.

But separation must be achieved at the correct moment.

Which means while someone's in the sphere, someone else needs to be on

station.

To endock the sphere at just the right moment.

Yes, that's correct.

The person in the sphere has a chance of surviving re -entry.

But the one on the station... Must stay there.

Without a way home.

Well, can't you send the shuttle?

Shuttle turnaround time is still 36 hours, Frank.

By the time it gets to the GSS, oxygen will be long gone.

Dear God.

That's it.

Ten minutes to spare.

Okay. All right, let me show you how to work this thing.

Now, this button engages power.

This one, the reactor.

Now, it's really important you keep the needle between the 20 and 30.

Cassie!

Cassie, what the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm going to pilot my ship.

Now, listen to me. I'm the one who should be on the station.

It's my ship, Rick.

You don't understand.

Your father saved my life. I owe him.

I do not like to die.

I owe you, Parker, for giving me this chance.

Do you ever think about destiny?

Because I do.

And there's a reason the meteor didn't hit us head on this time.

There's a reason I live this time.

You don't have to do this. Yes, I do. It's destiny.

No one's crazy.

I cannot let you die.

You don't have a choice, Frank.

I just say this is my moment.

It's my time to prove myself.

Thank you.

Thank you for giving me this chance.

Yes.

This is right.

I am the captain of this ship.

You reading me?

I'm here.

I love you, Daddy, all the way to infinity.

I love you too, sweetheart.

It's time.

Let's... Let's do it.

No, Frank.

There's... There's almost no oxygen left.

An honor to have known you, Major Cassie Cannington.

You too, Frank Parker.

Goodbye.

15 seconds until disengagement.

The stars.

Everything.

I did good, didn't I, Dad?

Goodbye, Kathy.

Never seen that star before.

And I suppose you've counted them all?

Sure. Just haven't kept track.

Where are you going? You're always rushing off.

I have paperwork.

Come on, it's a beautiful night. There are only so many in a person's life.

Beer? Thank you.

You know, I've always wanted to know, what's that constellation called in

English?

Orion.

In Russia, it's Orion.

What about that one?

Cassiopeia.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Best one out there.