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Velocity, 870 meters per second.

Altitude, 500 kilometers and falling.

We're dropping out of orbit!

870 meters already?

Firing thrusters again to slow down!

We can't! Still overheated!

We're going down!

Velocity 950, altitude 350.

350?

Going with thrusters, then.

Doria, pitch the nose up 40 degrees.

All attitude thrusters minus 90 degrees.

Wait, wait, pitch up what?

40 degrees! We're coming in too hot!

50 kilometers!

Oh, my god, this is it.

Simulation failed.

Man, here we go again.

Another two hours of Lind telling us

exactly how stupid we are.

The surface of Venus has been broken down

by acid and lightning, right?

Yeah.

Those mountains are totally fake!

Wow, dude,

that makes me feel so much better!

It's like I suddenly forgot how to count numbers.

I messed up the orbital frame.

Counted us in way too late.

Will, which one of us messed up worst?

Yeah, great,

ask the only guy who's just a passenger.

Hey, it's not my fault I drew the shortest straw.

Guys, guys!

That's enough.

Martin's right.

Will is the only one just sitting there

watching how it goes down.

So, what do you think?

What?

No, no, I... I can't.

Oh, come on.

It's not like we're gonna hate you.

But we need to know what we're messing up on

in order to get better.

Yeah, and, you know, not die?

In truth?

You guys have been running these simulations

for eight days straight,

and so far you've crashed and burned every single time,

and now we've gotta pull off

a slingshot maneuver around Venus for real

in a little over, what, 16 hours?

Yeah...

I'm pretty sure we're doomed.

We've been improving.

Slowly, yeah,

but we're getting the hang of it...

It's impossible without Matilda.

Come on, we thought...

That mission control would take over,

I know.

I'm not saying it's anybody's fault, but...

She was gonna drag us all the way out to the asteroid!

It was our only chance of getting home.

But if we don't pull off this gravity thrust,

we're not gonna make it home anyway.

It's our only hope, and it's hopeless!

I know... I know.

How are we gonna to do this ourselves?

How are we going to drop into Venus's orbit,

and slingshot ourselves around it?

If we're too far out to drop into orbit,

we fly past Venus...

And we go straight into the sun.

But if we come in too close...

Our problem is our timing.

Oh, god, buckle up, here it comes.

I think that's enough practice for today.

Just get some shut-eye, yeah?

And bear in mind

that when you do drop into Venusian orbit tomorrow,

it'll coincide

with the Kamohoali'i's closest fly-by,

so we'll get some pretty pictures at least.

Right?

Right, then, we'll hit it again at 0600 sharp,

and run sims until zero hour.

Mission Control, out.

That was... brief?

"I'm not upset, just very disappointed."

"You'll probably bite the big one tomorrow,

but be sure to send home snaps of the asteroid.

Pip, pip, cheerio!"

Do you really think we're improving?

Hi.

What are you doing up?

Oh, I just...

woke up with the munchies.

Fine.

I've been up all night

going over the sequence again and again,

and I'm just totally spinning out,

and I just had to get out of the cabin,

so I thought, you know, maybe...

maybe a snack.

But now, the thought of eating this

is totally makes me wanna hurl,

and I'm gonna waste it.

You?

Oh...

Me?

You know, just...

woke up with the munchies.

They're...

microwave.

I think I've figured something out.

I sure hope so, 'cause I got nothing.

Come on.

So the maneuver's, like,

a thousand tiny steps, right?

When I study for tests with, like, a ton of material,

I have to zoom out

and break it down into sections,

and it makes it more manageable.

So, we've got...

One...

trim the ship by pulling in the outriggers.

Then two...

Turn the ship backwards via thrusters.

Then three...

burn primary engines,

so we can slow down and track into orbit...

Then, four...

flip the ship back around via thrusters.

That's it.

That's all the steps.

Yeah...

Right, trim, turn, burn, track, flip back...

- It's a rhyme. - Wait.

Trim, turn, burn...

Track, flip back.

Trim, turn, burn, track, flip back!

Trim, turn, burn, track, flip back!

Yes!

Oh, great.

You guys have finally lost it.

I thought it was just me.

Ditto. I'm losing my mind.

What?

Well, none of us are sleeping tonight.

After you.

Pilot ready.

All flight controls and main engine thrust are go.

Co-pilot ready.

Radar, spacecraft systems, ground sensors, go.

Engineer ready.

Monitoring engine heat levels,

and spacecraft trim operations, go.

Helmswoman ready.

Fine controls via thrusters are go.

Passenger ready.

Big greazy go.

Begin simulation.

Uh, velocity 900 meters per second

and climbing...

How long have they been at it?

They started in a little after 0100 hours.

They've been doing it for three hours.

I ordered them to stop, and they cut my audio.

I can't believe that they're still awake.

I mean, they need to be...

- Asleep. - Right?

I know.

Can't we just talk them through the sequence

step by step?

Ship's gotta be in flight mode

for the maneuver.

Satellite dish retracted and locked.

It's a full communication blackout

till they come out the other side of it.

They have to be able to do this by themselves.

It's the only way.

We're plummeting!

Turn, Doria, turn!

- What are you doing? - Okay, I got it!

Trim, turn, burn, track, flip back.

Shut up, I'm turning!

Now we're tumbling!

You do know that doesn't rhyme with "burn," right?

Trim! Turn! Burn...

Shut up!

Are you getting the warning about the boosters?

I thought the boosters were yours!

- Guys! -What? - Check your tablets!

Doria, the instructions are right there!

Guys, please!

I can't work like this under pressure!

I need to focus!

Simulation failed.

What just happened?

Engine heat went critical.

We totally blew up!

Why didn't you say anything?

I tried! You guys told me to shut up!

You shouldn't be getting mad at him for that, Martin.

That's your job.

You're supposed to be making sure

they don't get that hot.

Chill.

You know what,

you guys are hopeless!

What did I...

It's not fair.

Yeah?

You okay?

Yeah, sorry, I just, uh...

It's okay.

You don't have to explain to me.

I know.

It's hard being in charge...

...but you're doing great.

That's really funny.

I'm being serious.

You just have to take it easy on Martin.

You're looking out for Martin now?

That's a switch.

No, I'm always looking out for Martin,

even if it's just by letting him look out for me.

You know, that's what we have to do sometimes.

Just...

make people feel necessary.

Important.

I'mma see you back out there, okay?

Okay.

Doria...

Thank you.

Everybody ready?

Ready.

Ready.

Passenger ready.

Begin simulation.

We're dropping out of orbit!

Try to stabilize.

1,160.

Engage attitude thrusters.

- Thrusters are out of control! - Engine 2 overheating!

- Simulation failed. - We overheated.

Thrusters are unresponsive!

Velocity check!

Velocity 100 meters per second and climbing.

Heat is spiking.

Simulation failed.

We're never gonna get this.

We just have to keep trying.

This is insane for them to be trying to do this.

Simulation failed.

Begin simulation...

Begin simulation.

Begin simulation.

Samy.

Samy.

Samy, wake up.

Who... what...?

What?

What happened?

You fell asleep during the last sim.

During?

Oh, no, no, no, that's unacceptable!

No, no, Samy, it's okay.

Come on.

Follow me.

Are you sure about this, Elliot?

I'm telling you.

I really just don't think this...

Surprise!

A picnic?

Decided if we were gonna eat,

we might as well do it

in a place that feels most like home.

After you, Commander.

You guys know what I just realized?

That I am actually so hungry!

Yeah, I don't remember the last time I ate.

What, two days ago?

I don't even remember

the last time I felt like eating.

Oh, man...

I eated too much candy.

I eated too much everything.

Oh, my god, Doria!

That was super disgusting.

You think?

Like you could do better.

Oh, really? Is that a challenge?

- Go ahead. - All right.

Okay, okay, okay, all right.

What is going on?

I could smell that one!

Oh...

Oh, I kinda barped.

Barped?

A barfy burp.

Ew!

Acid reflux.

Ugh, I just swallowed it.

Sorry...

and I'm also sorry

for being the world's worst backseat driver.

Exactly. The worst!

I know! I'm sorry.

It's just like

when you've seen a movie a hundred times,

and pretty soon you've memorized every single line,

and you kinda can't help but shout 'em out loud.

Oh, yeah, like that one guy who totally wrecks movies?

So...

do you still think we're doomed?

I don't know.

But if we are,

if I had the choice between that

and never meeting you guys...

no launch,

no sneaking on,

no Squeebee, no nothing?

I'd do it all over again.

Yeah.

I wouldn't wanna miss it for anything.

Yeah.

Not a minute.

Absolutely.

Me too.

Odyssey II nearing final approach.

Communication link is fluctuating.

I don't know if I can handle this.

It's gonna be fine, Mom.

Don't worry.

We got this.

We know you do, Samy-cheeks.

You always do.

Excuse me just a second.

I'll be right back.

She's, um... she's crying, isn't she?

Oh, yeah.

We haven't gotten it right once in the sims.

Sims don't matter.

When it's for real, you'll make it work.

How can you be so sure?

Well, I've been watching you,

and you instinctively have what it takes to command.

Now, it has nothing to do with commanding.

It has everything to do with really listening.

To your heart, yeah,

but especially to your crew.

Really listening.

Then... doing.

Did I miss anything?

No, just...

Shop talk.

Catch you on the flip side, baby.

I love you guys.

We love you, too, Samy-cheeks.

Trim, turn, burn...

Come on, Samy.

...like a movie you've seen a hundred times,

and pretty soon you've memorized every single line...

...that's what we have to do,

to make people feel necessary.

T-minus two minutes to gravity thrust.

You guys ready to do this for real?

Pumped. Yeah.

Yeah.

One last time.

Whatever happens.

Let's do it.

We got this.

Samy...?

Stow your tablets.

Are you nuts?

Put 'em away. That's an order.

- What? - Will...

go ahead and shout out the steps.

But... I... I don't think I can...

You can, and you will.

You've seen the movie a hundred times.

- Shout out the lines. - What are you talking about?

The rest of you, empty your heads.

Make Will's voice the only voice.

But I don't understand.

You heard the order.

Do it.

This is a bad idea,

this is a bad idea, this is a bad idea...

Right, Will, you're up.

Okay, um...

Elliot, trajectory status.

Uh, 8,500 kilometers from approach point.

Radar showing clear space.

T-minus five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

Doria, trim.

Copy that.

Approach trim is go.

Dish and solar panels retracting.

That's it.

No communication for 36 minutes, 23 seconds.

Here we go.

Elliot, position!

5,000 kilometers from inverse point.

4,000...

3,000...

Doria, engage starboard thrusters!

On Elliot's mark.

Mark!

Firing starboard thrusters!

And turn!

We're in it now!

Coming about!

110 degrees...

120...

130...

Fire port thrusters on my mark!

And... mark!

Trim, turn,

ready for the burn.

Samy?

On Elliot's mark.

Brace,

in three, two, one...

Mark!

Engaging.

We're almost there. We can do this, guys!

Engine two overheating.

Martin, count her down!

6.3 seconds!

And four, three, two, one!

Mark!

Speed and altitude?

Uh, velocity optimal.

Please be in orbit, please...

Are we?

Guys... shh.

We tracked into orbit!

Yes! Yes!

Will!

Will?

Are you okay?

Wow...

What a ride!

Did we track?

Yes! Yes!

I guess we better flip back.

How did you know it would work?

The instructions,

they were just getting in the way.

We all knew how to play our parts,

our lines, but...

Will was the only one who knew the whole movie.

And all we needed was a director.

I am curious, though...

how did you know I knew?

I didn't.

Guys! Guys, check it out!

11:00!

Just above the horizon.

It's a very large object.

Way out.

Locking and magnifying.

Maximum resolution.

Enhancing...

What? What is it?

You guys seeing this?

What is that?

Guys, tell me!

Is it even real?

That can't be.

Yeah, it is.

Kamohoali'i.

That is definitely no asteroid.

This changes everything.

Guys!

We're inside the orbital escape window.

Time to go home.

Trajectory and altitude are go.

Velocity optimal for escape thrust.

T-minus five to exit orbit.

In three, two, one...

Mark!

Fire engines.

Samy, escape thrust.

Come on, Samy, we're gonna miss it!

Samy, come on!

Now, Samy, now!

Earth to Samy!

What are you doing?

Guys?

We need to talk.

You'll have to make alternations to Matilda.

If you follow my instructions...

Severing G-5!

Your mom and her crew will slingshot you around Venus

and have you home in no time.

Mom, nothing's happening.

Matilda is no longer piloting the ship,

and neither are we.

Who's driving?

You are.

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