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Engine environment ready
for synchronized sequence.

Measurements acquisition confirmed.

Activate cooling system.

Starting burners.

Electrical activation.

Ready for synchronized sequence.

Prepare for final count down.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two,

one, ignition...

Ignition.

Pressure stabilized.

Switching to function points R1, R3.

Engine functioning stable.

Prepare for engine shutdown, three,

two, one, zero.

Well done, Jim.

This is Jim Desforges,
our best propulsion engineer.

- Nice to meet you, Jim Desforges.
- Nice to meet you.

Thanks, Mr. Dominique.

- Hi, Jim.
- Evening, Christian.

- Congrats on the test.
- Thanks.

Know Alexandre Ribbot?

Sure...

Why?

There's an article about him.

At an altitude of 2,000 meters
former astronaut Alexandre Ribbot,

now lives, since leaving
the European Space Agency.

"I always dreamt of being an astronaut.
Lucky for me, my dream came true.

"Today, I am learning anew
to live on the Earth.

"But first, I had to make
a detour on high".

Let me see.

A narrow escape for French Astronaut,
Alexandre Ribbot

who was on a spacewalk outside
the International Space Station

for maintenance operations

when he was cut adrift
after his safety cable broke.

He owes his life to the composure
of US astronaut, Joan Webster,

who managed to grab hold of him
and bring him back to the station.

Thank you.

Thanks, Mom.

The Alps, must be so beautiful.

Why the Alps?

I'm going to meet Alexandre Ribbot.

Who's he?

An astronaut.

Move on, my son.

For God's sake, move on.

You live with your grandmother,
you're almost 40. Find that normal?

- "Normal", meaning what?
- Let it go!

You have a good job,
a good salary, good health.

One day you'll wake up having spent
your life chasing the impossible.

- Only it'll be too late.
- Gérard...

They've invested billions, for years

and you think you can do it alone?

Do I ask why you paint your kitchen red?

Do your thing, let me do mine.

ESA didn't want you.
They chose Thomas Pesquet.

Just accept it.

- How is Odette?
- In great form.

Say hello from me.

Meet your future rocket fuel.
XB3!

- XB3?
- Yep!

Has a ring to it, no?
Come and see.

I mean... given the combustion intensity,
the heat...

It's got the power,
that's all that matters.

We continue as planned.

Going to see Alexandre Ribbot
this weekend?

- Yes.
- Want me to come with you?

No, I'd rather go alone.

Seems a bit of an oddball.

Living like a hermit in the mountains.

This is it!

Mr. Ribbot?

Jim Desforges.

Thank you for agreeing to meet me.

Always ready to talk about up there.

Here, take a look.

A bearded vulture.
They can soar to 7,300 meters.

- So, tell me.
- Thanks.

As I said in my e-mail,
I'm developing a video game.

Now ARIANE is making video games?

It's a personal project.

I'd like your opinion,
to make it as realistic as possible.

Basically, the key character
wants to build a rocket,

launch it, place it in low orbit,
do a spacewalk and return to Earth.

Like Leonov.

Right, only he has to do it
using his own means

without the help of the infrastructures
of NASA, Roscosmos or ESA.

Let me show you.

Here we go.

We presume that...

You can scroll with the arrows.

We presume that our character
has the technical skills

and access to sophisticated equipment.

What fuel does it use?

XB3.

- What's that?
- A solid propellant.

In fact, the character
has a chemist friend

who has developed
a revolutionary formula.

I have the specs here.

Your guy lives dangerously.

With that mix the rocket will likely
blow up upon launching.

It's the only way to reduce
the rocket size.

- Will the capsule be pressurized?
- No.

Too complicated.

The character will wear a spacesuit
with a pure oxygen feed.

Why is he doing this?

- Who?
- Your character, why's he doing it?

Because he needs to.

He wants to save the Earth from
an Alien invasion? Or intercept a bomb?

No, he just wants to see
what it's like up there.

Like it?

Very much.

Why don't you come clean?

What do you mean?

There is no video game.

I'm retired,
but I've still got friends at ESA.

And they checked your dossier.

In 2009,
you sat the ESA recruitment exam

and came third out of 4,500 candidates.

Meaning you didn't make the grade.

So, what's the story?

After failing the selection
I tried to forget.

And?

I couldn't.

I've been working on this rocket
for eight years.

Alone?

A friend helps me
and there's my gran.

So why'd you come here?
To see me?

I read your interview in Paris Match,
I felt I'd nothing to lose.

Maybe you could give me some advice,
or even help me.

Your room is upstairs.

Good night.

Mr. Ribbot, I...

Good night.

- Sleep well?
- Yes.

I read it.

Nice work.

Give or take a few details.

Meaning?

What if your rocket strikes a plane?

It won't.

I have a friend in air traffic control
who'll flight update me on the day.

What about MD?

- What?
- Missile Defense.

If an unknown vessel overflies the US,
NATO, China or Russia

a missile is automatically fired.

Space is not open to all.

Even if we tell them the rocket
is manned and friendly?

And how will you manage the launch?

I'll fire up from the capsule

and the computer program
will handle the flight plan.

Wanting to take risks is one thing...

but imagining you can do it alone...

I'm no expert, but I think
your trajectory calculations are off.

You need a mathematician...

to check everything
and monitor the flight from the ground.

Got someone in mind?

- But Mr. Fernbach...
- Don't insist, the marks are final.

You know I have the level.

That's not the point, you failed it,
these things happen.

Now, Miss Sayako, if you'll excuse me
I have an appointment.

- Hello.
- Mr. Desforges, I presume?

- Thank you for seeing me.
- My pleasure.

- Known Ribbot for long?
- Not really.

- Of course, he wouldn't tell me anything.
- The project is a bit special.

Well, let's take a look.
Follow me.

It's a joke?

No.

I need someone like you
to check the trajectories,

the programming, the flight plan.

Do you realize the risk you're taking?

Yes.

I like Alexandre, but there's a reason
why he no longer works for ESA.

What do you mean?

You know his story?

Sure, why?

All I can say is, don't do it.
12-meter rockets don't exist.

A space launcher is 60 meters high.

And it certainly doesn't use
a maverick fuel

which is about as stable
as nitro-glycerine!

Which is what Ribbot
should've told you.

Mr. Fernbach...

I know there are risks.

But just imagine... the first
amateur manned space flight ever.

I do not want to be party
to such a dangerous undertaking

which moreover,
is strictly forbidden by law.

- Goodbye, Mr. Desforges.
- Sir, listen...

Your life is at stake.

If you're crazy enough to risk it,
that's your business.

I don't play Russian roulette.

Center!
Left a bit, now right.

Back a bit!

Even SpaceX can't beat this!

Recaro Podium Carbon. Like it?

Great.

Come in!

- Jim, someone to see you at reception.
- Who?

- Miss Izumi Sayako.
- Don't know her.

She seems to know you,
about your project.

Okay, be right there.
Thanks.

Hello.

Izumi Sayako,
one of Professor Fernbach's students.

Yes, I remember.
What do you want?

To work on your project.

What project?

The first amateur manned space flight.

What are you talking about?

- Okay, so I hacked your computer...
- What do you want?

I told you, to work with you.

I know you're looking
for a mathematician.

I have a degree in Applied Math

and the equivalent of an engineering
diploma in Orbit Determination.

The equivalent?

Yeah, I flunked my exam.

But try me.

What have you got to lose?

I overheard you talking to Fernbach.

Don't say no, not like him.

I drove 600 km here in my beat up car,
give me a chance.

Got a pen and paper?

Make me a flight plan for a Gemini 2
propelled by a Titan rocket

due for lift off early March

from a base latitude of 40° 50' 16"
with a payload of 250 kilograms.

I'll give you three days.

You'll have it tonight.

Take down my e-mail.

No need, already have it.

She seems to know what she wants.

The bank sent another registered letter.

Yeah, I saw.

Everything alright?

Sure.

And Mr. Ribbot?

"Good things come to those who wait."

Is it him?

No...

It's her.

It's her flight plan.

Already?

Pass me the 6mm hex key.

Thanks.

What a beauty!

- Any news of the crane?
- Yeah, they're working on it.

The first amateur manned space flight
in history... Think I'd miss that?

Mr. Ribbot...

Meet André.

- The friend who developed XB3.
- The chemist?

Self-taught.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Ribbot.
- And you.

Well...

- Can I see the beast?
- Of course.

Please, this way.

- Tiles from the Hermès shuttle?
- Yes.

How did you get them?

In Moscow.

You bought equipment
from the Russian Mafia?

Not much.
The tiles, a few parts...

and the space suit over there.

You guys are crazy.

The engine.

Please, go round the back.

Gran?

You okay?
Come on in.

Mr. Ribbot...
meet my grandmother.

Odette.

Nice to meet you, Odette.

So you're the two accomplices?

The bathroom
is at the end of the corridor.

I left some towels for you.

It's a bit on the small side, but...

It'll be fine.

Are you alright?

Yes, excuse me.

It's just that...

if my husband were here
he'd be so happy.

Why so?

To see you...
here, in person

in our home.

It's kind of strange.

Your grandfather?

Yes.

- What did he do?
- He was a farmer.

What happened to him?

Pesticide... Cancer.

But his passion was outer space.

GAGARIN'S FEAT LAUNCHES
THE COSMIC ERA

- The album!
- Thanks, Gran.

Thank you.

THEY DIED FOR SPACE

Look.

There he is.

But of course.

Thank you.

Your first time in space,
what was it like?

The first time I saw the Earth
from up there...

You're not allowed to cry in space.

Tears and zero gravity don't mix.

But I could barely hold them back
before such beauty.

And you weren't afraid?

On the contrary,
I felt nothing could harm me.

In any case...

quite a career!

I read your mathematician's flight plan.

It's good work.

- When does she arrive?
- I didn't call her back.

Why not?

I find her arrogant.

And she failed her exam
in Orbit Determination.

Anyone can flunk an exam.
You should know.

What's your problem?

She hacked my computer,
she's pushy...

I don't like that.

"Izumi", know what it means?

No.

"She who bears the lucky star."

For the first three minutes,
you'll have to handle 3G

or even 5G,
given the thrust of your XB3.

You don't have to be Superman,
even a dog did it.

But I prepared you
an intensive training program.

Thanks.

Thank me once you're up there.

Ready?

- For what?
- To start your training.

- Now?
- Got anything better to do?

I told you it was closed.

Good evening.

What do you intend to do?

Remember?
No questions.

- Which way?
- Over there.

It's not NASA, but it's good
for simulating zero gravity.

Breathing okay?

Off you go.

Do you read me?

Yes, I read you.

Pass through the hoops
without touching them.

All okay?

Do a second run.

Nice.

One more time!

No, too loose.

Try this.

That's better.

The helmet arrives next week.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Hi.
- Alexandre Ribbot.

Of course... Nice to meet you!

Welcome to our secret base.

No!

Don't touch the engine, it's fragile.

Don't worry, I won't break it.

Maybe, but that's how it is.

Thank you.

That night...
I was there with my Dad.

We watched it together.

And he just didn't believe it.

He saw it, but he didn't believe it.

He was convinced it was a hoax,

an American propaganda stunt.

And till his dying day he never believed
a man walked on the moon.

That said, maybe he was right!

Did you see it live too?

Yes, from right here.

My husband bought our first TV

for the occasion.

And you two?
How did you meet?

We met at the local aeromodelling club.

Having an aeronautical engineer
in our little club...

he was a bit of a star.

He noticed my rockets went higher
than everyone else's.

He grilled me about my powder.

At first, I kept mum,
I wanted to keep my formula secret.

But when I discovered
he wanted to use it

to launch a real rocket,
I was right on board.

And you? What made you
want to be an astronaut?

For as long as I can remember
that's all I wanted to do.

Astronaut...

I don't think
I could've done anything else.

That reminds me of someone.

In my day,
the only way was via the army.

So, I was a test pilot for 12 years.

In 2000,
I sat the ESA exam and got chosen.

Reaching one's goal
can be a long and winding road.

And you, Izumi?

What fires your passion for space?

Not to put a damper on things,

but between your generations and mine
things have really changed.

The planet is under pressure,
no one really cares...

Everyone is out for his own.

If that continues, going into space
will be less dream than necessity.

What I mean is... if we five
can manage to launch this rocket

it proves that everything
is still possible.

No?

By the way...

you didn't show us the launch pad.

My granddad cast this slab.

As kids, this is where
we'd launch our little rockets.

We took it so seriously.

My granddad used to say, a rocket...

is a light piercing the night.

His dream was to launch a real one

from here,

beside his pond.

And that's what we'll do...

together.

The rocket will be placed in low orbit
at an altitude of 250 kilometers

on an eccentric trajectory that will place
the perigee in the atmosphere.

The orbit is calculated

so the capsule intersects the atmosphere
after one revolution.

So Jim will have the duration of one full
orbit, 89 minutes to do his spacewalk.

Then the capsule will re-enter
for splash down off the Atlantic coast.

But how do we rescue him?

The capsule has a GPS beacon
and with so many ships...

Plus the coast guard
is bound to turn up.

Maybe we should hire a lawyer,
get one step ahead.

If a lawyer knows we're breaking
the law, he has to turn us in.

If we succeed,
every lawyer will want to defend us.

And if we fail?

Given XB3's instability
the rocket could explode on lift-off.

Yes, we know that.

And once in orbit,
you could collide with space debris,

have an engine problem,
or even a heart attack.

Yes, it could happen.

I calculated, all risks considered
the failure rate is...

Okay, enough statistics!
This is not NASA!

I want to hear it.

What is the failure rate?

32%.

A chance in three of dying.

- You never said it'd be so risky.
- Gran!

Trust me.

Everything will be fine.

Should've kept her mouth shut.

She's a mathematician,
facts are her job.

And, she's pretty.

- Don't you think?
- I've no idea, I didn't look.

Star gazing is all very well, but...

don't miss out on planet Earth.

Your star signs promise
cerebral harmony.

And not just cerebral,
if you get my drift.

What are you on about, André?
Quit the bullshit.

Just letting you know.

What came over you earlier?

- Want to freak everyone out?
- I thought she knew.

My grandmother, I protect her!

- Why scare her?
- Think it's me who scares her?

Next time, talk to me first.

Next time, tell her the truth,
it's easier.

Jim, do you read me?

- I read you. Loud and clear.
- Okay, you've got 15 minutes of oxygen.

Is he still alive?

Are there bubbles?

Yes, there are.

6 minutes.

Mr. Ribbot...

Mr. Ribbot!

- Yes.
- It's been 15 minutes.

No more bubbles.

He'll make it.

Are you sure?

Jim?

Jim?

Maybe we should go get him?

See? Told you.

Right, let's pack up and go!

Eve, speaking.

- Very well. Jim!
- Yes.

Mr. Dominique wants to see you
in his office.

- When?
- Right away.

Come in.

What's this?

A high precision thermal regulator
for a rocket engine.

For which you have no need
in your current mission.

You order sensitive equipment
for no reason?

- I must've made a mistake.
- Hard to believe.

What was it for?

Jim?

I just told you,

I made a mistake.

That's all?

I'm obliged to lay you off.

With immediate effect.

Follow me.

It'll give me the time
to fine tune the engine.

- If you don't go to jail.
- No, Odette.

By the time they investigate

Jim will have become the first
self-flown astronaut in space.

His company will reap the renown,
they'll be thanking him.

Only problem is,
we're missing a regulator.

I have a friend at Roscosmos,
I'll see what I can do.

Am I disturbing?

No... I was just...

Feel free to do your tree thing.

Ready? Let's go.

What is it?

My father.

Gérard!
Always the same story!

- Your rage for your dad falls on Jim!
- Enough!

Help him! He won't ask,
but he needs you. Help him!

- Can't you see it's madness?
- We can succeed!

"We"?

You're out of your mind!

Dad, can't you trust me for once?

- What if it explodes?
- It won't.

You don't know that.

And him? You'd have stopped him racing
'cos it's dangerous?

The fact is he died racing
and he was no amateur.

Neither are we!

That guy you saw earlier was Alexandre
Ribbot, a top French astronaut.

And he believes in my project.

- Stop this.
- No, I won't stop.

It's my life, my decision,
my business and no one else's.

So it's none of our business?

Did you think of your mom and I?

Is it all the same to us if you die?

How can you be so selfish?

Dad, I don't want to argue anymore.

You want me to give up my life's dream
because it scares you.

It's not your dream...

It's your grandfather's.

And look where it led him, nowhere.
Nowhere!

I'm sick of it.

Do what you like,
but I never want to see you again.

Do you hear? Never again!

Hello, Mr. Desforges, a parcel for you.

Thank you.

And a registered letter,
if you'd just sign here.

Thank you.

Bye.

Izumi, do you read me?

I read you.

When I say "go", launch ignition.

Okay.

During the 40 second test,
no one moves.

The engine will shut down automatically.

Okay.

Right, Izumi, here goes.

Three,

two,

one...

Go!

- Everything okay?
- All okay.

Wait, there's a problem.

Izumi!

Thank you.

The hydraulic pressure
generation system...

In one second we went
from 2,000° to 3,000°.

Because of XB3?

No.

To finance all this
I borrowed money from the bank

to "renovate" the farm.

Now they're on to me
and not letting go.

And when my company finds out
how many parts I stole

they won't be sending the police
but Homeland Security.

- Red Bull?
- Exactly!

They back all kinds of extreme projects,
just like ours!

Get a grip.
Our project is illegal.

I'm sure it's worth a try.

Forget Red Bull,
I want no stickers on my rocket.

You mean, "our" rocket.

The beauty of it was to go it alone.

- Succeed alone.
- Maybe, but that's no longer possible.

So no, I won't forget it.

I'll call them, we'll see.

Don't, they'll never back us,
it's too dangerous.

The only ones who can help us
are those as passionate as we are.

And where do we find them?

Jim...

Are you telling me...

that for the past eight years
you've been stealing from me,

or that you've been stealing

from the ARIANE Group

to build...

a rocket?

Yes.

We need parts to fix it.

What am I to say?

- You're the only one who can help us.
- Help you?

Do you realize
what you are asking of me?

- You know that's impossible.
- I understand your reluctance.

But remember
when Elon Musk started out

everyone thought it was impossible,
that he was mad.

But look where he is now.

We're almost there.

Jim can succeed.

- And when he does...
- Hold on...

Jim...

You're the one going...

Yes.

Jim or not, someone else
will succeed somewhere, soon.

And when they do,
you'll be sorry you missed out.

Help us.

You're crazy!

Crazy!

All of you!

He'll say yes.

He'll help us.

- Jim Desforges?
- Yes.

Parcels for you.

There's this.

I'm not in the know,
but I want to know all!

Welcome.

Remember, don't touch anything.

Yeah, yeah.

- What're you doing?
- You'll see.

What's this stone?

Celestine.

A rock crystal.

You haven't changed much.

That same serious look.

Come and see.

Alexei Leonov.

The first man to spacewalk.

When he tried to re-enter his capsule

his spacesuit had swollen so much
he couldn't get back in.

He nearly died.

And that doesn't scare you?

Ever since I was a kid
I've dreamt of space.

Your gran is right.

You and Ribbot are alike.

I've done nothing yet,
he knows what space is like.

But you do intend to return?

Of course.

The liftoff...

are we going to film it?

- Why?
- What we're doing is wild...

Gotta leave a trace.

Living it is not enough?

You'll be the one living it!

- Wanna take my place?
- No thanks.

But I feel we should share it.

It would do folks good.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hello, son.

Okay?

And you?

Yeah.
I'm glad we're making progress.

Like a coffee?

No thanks.

How's Dad?

Angry, not sleeping,
you know how he is.

Only this time he has good reason.

He's afraid.

- I know.
- No, Jim.

You don't know that fear.

What is it, Mom?

What's all this for?

You'll see.

When is it?

In a week's time.

Your dad wants me to tell you
not to do it.

But I'll say the opposite.

Check your calculations,
your engine...

Do your all to return safe...

But do it.

Do it.

So, how about that coffee?

- Am I disturbing?
- No, come in.

He accessed the servers
of other departments

to add parts to their orders
that ended up in our stocks.

- What are you on about? Who?
- Jim Desforges.

He started in 2011,
a year after you hired him.

- Jim?
- For a total of over 800,000 euros.

- What amazes me is that no one noticed.
- What are you insinuating?

Nothing, just that one of our engineers
has been robbing us blind for 8 years.

He wasn't siphoning off
this equipment to sell it.

Know what I think?

Tell me.

He's building a rocket.

A rocket!

Eva, come on...

Got another explanation?

I sent my report to HQ
and alerted Homeland Security.

Procedure.

You did right.

- I'll leave it open?
- Sure.

I understand...

Thank you, Mr. Dominique.

Well?

The security director knows everything...

and she's alerted Homeland Security.

Mr. Dominique reckons he can cover us
for 24 hours.

24 hours?

I haven't come this far to get arrested
just days before liftoff.

We launch tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- Yes, tomorrow.

André, all okay on your end?

Yes.

Izumi, find us a launch window,
firm up the communications channel

and check with air traffic control.

And you're ready.

It's tomorrow, or never.

Okay.

My name is Alexandre Ribbot.

I'm an astronaut
with the European Space Agency,

and this is a message for the American
and international authorities.

In a few minutes your military
intelligence service

will warn you of the liftoff of an
unknown spacecraft from France

that will pass through the airspace
of United States and other countries.

This flight does not present
a threat of any kind.

It's sole passenger is an independent
French engineer

about to embark in one
of the most formidable exploits

in mankind's conquest of airspace.

My husband liked to sit on this bench.

Jim is sure his granddad
is still by his side...

guiding him in this project.

May I ask you a question?

Why are you helping Jim?

Jim doesn't know this, but in 2009

I sat on the ESA astronaut
selection committee.

I was one of those who said no.

Sometimes passion can be scary.

WIDE LOAD

André?

What is it?

My final spacewalk...

it was no accident.

I unhooked the safety cable.

I wanted to feel free.

Just for a few seconds.

If my fellow astronaut hadn't caught me,
I'd not be here today.

The biggest danger up there...

is not wanting to come down.

You understand?

It took me a while to accept...

that our place...

at least for now, is on this earth.

Together.

Don't forget to come back.

Come in!

Don't worry.

He fitted a camera.

He told me.

Thanks for everything.

Thank you.

Okay?

What's that?

My lucky charm.

You leave in 2 hours.

Regarding Missile Defense,
don't worry.

I'll send a message
just prior to liftoff.

Thanks.

- Everything alright?
- Yes.

Jim, testing.
Do you read me?

I read you, loud and clear.

Good.

Anybody home!

- Well?
- Negative!

Okay, Jim.

Three minutes...

Open it.

Go!

Oxygen, okay.

Temperature and suit pressure, okay.

Communications and data, okay.

Fuel, okay.

Electrical and ignition system, okay.

Atmospheric data and heartbeat, okay.

All good for me.

Jim...

We're good to go.

So am I.

Begin countdown.

Ten,

nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two,

one...
Ignition!

Go for it!

- All good? All stable?
- Yes.

André, your XB3 works miracles.

Jim...

Jim!

Engine shut-down imminent,
get ready!

Ten seconds...

Nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

one...

The rocket is now in orbit.

Jim...

Yes...

You're in orbit.

Feel the zero gravity?

You've got 89 minutes, cowboy.

2 minutes 20 seconds.

We've got trouble.

Let them come.

Stay focused.

Freeze!

- Don't move!
- Take it easy.

- 40 seconds.
- What the hell's going on?

Right, everybody out!

250 km above our heads
a man is orbiting the Earth.

If you want to bring him back alive
let us do our job.

- That's not possible.
- It is. It is possible.

It's too late, let them continue.

He mustn't know you are here.

I want total silence.

20 seconds.

- Jim, do you read me?
- I read you.

Separation in 20 seconds.

Separation successful.

I'm preparing my spacewalk.

We read you, Jim.

Jim, what are you doing?

Jim!
What's he playing at?

Jim.

What are you doing?

You've still got time.

Jim, do you read me?

Jim...

Jim! Answer me!

It's Claude...

His grandfather.

Jim...

Time to go back in.

Do you read me?

Jim...

Jim...

Answer me.

I hear you, Izumi...

I can hear you.

All is well.

I'm on my way.

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