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The Earth is gone.

The Earth never existed!

Michael, stop! Can you hear me?
We'll save you!

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-I'll go with you.
-Better not.

For the two of us...
You'd only hold me back.

It's the only way to save him.

And maybe us as well.

I'll be back in an hour.

What's he doing?

Michael!

Michael! Can you hear me?
We'll save you!

Can you hear me, Michael?

There's no other signal.

We'll wait then.

We've travelled billions of kilometres.

We're almost at the end of our journey.

Many years henceforth
children will learn

we were the first
who'd set out on a journey

through space to find life

on the planets of Alpha Centauri.

Geneva. Based on the latest news from
the World Aeronautics & Space Centre,

the Icarus launch manoeuvres
are running according to schedule.

After 8 years of preparations,

Icarus has ceased to be
one of Earth's satellites.

Icarus XB 1 is in fact a small
space town for forty inhabitants.

Alpha Centauri was chosen
as the destination of the mission

not only on account of its proximity,
but the decisive factor was

that it is similar to our Sun
and has several planets orbiting it,

where the existence
of life is anticipated.

During its construction,

Icarus orbited the Earth
as a stationary satellite.

-What will your daddy be doing on Icarus?
-Nothing.

-How come nothing?
-Nothing.

When they land on some planet,

he'll collect flowers and animals.

As we all know, Icarus is due
to return in 15 years time.

Due to time dilation, however,
its crew, to put it popularly,

will only age by 28 months.

Mars. Our reporter informs us

that Icarus has crossed
Jupiter's orbit.

It should leave
the solar system today.

Master Computer.
End of increased G-force.

Normal regime.

Autoregulation off.

Well, that's that.

Get up, girls.

How are you feeling, Stephie?

She was frightened.

-And you?
-Me?

Don't pretend to be a hero.
Especially not in front of your wife.

The lift-off is hard on everyone.

I thought it'd be worse.

Commander Deputy MacDonald
to the transmission room.

If you only knew how many things
I wanted to tell you.

I know.

And all I can say
now is a pile of rubbish.

-What have you got there?
-A pebble I picked up in our garden.

What?

Why are you looking at me like that?

-When you come back...
-I know.

You'll be older than me.

-I won't like you.
-That's no laughing matter.

-You'll look the same.
-I'll have a fifteen year-old daughter.

What?
Rena! Rena!

Navigation room!
What's the matter?

We're losing communication
with Earth, you've got to hurry.

I was afraid we wouldn't even
get to say goodbye.

This time, there'll be two of us
waiting for you.

I was so anxious to teach her
her first steps.

Now I won't see her until she's 15.

-You can teach her to dance.
-She wouldn't thank me for that.

How are you feeling?

Are you happy you're finally flying?

It's a pity you can't fly with us.

What's the matter?

Never mind.
Give my regards to Stephie.

Tell her that...

I wish her a bon voyage.

-Stephie?
-Don't forget.

Rena...

Rena.

He wanted to confuse the computer.

He ordered smoked bananas.

-Dried beef broth.
-And steak with what?

-And ice cream on garlic.
-And a steak with honey.

-And this came out.
-Bon appetite!

This is how our ancestors
imagined space food.

Romantics.

So much for lunch, then.

Anthony.
Bon appétit.

It's June 26, 2163.

Morning temperature
round 15 degrees.

This is the last century's miracle.

-A man of metal that not only...
-Wait, don't touch him.

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy...

You've taken it along again?

As much as I remember, all crew
members may take with them:

First, as many personal items
as they wish. Second...

-This is a personal item?
-I've had him for eighty years.

-It's quite a nice antique then.
-What?

But what'll you do with it here,
Anthony?

What do you mean?
He always flies with me.

All the robots here are controlled
centrally and are specialised.

Why should I care? Patrick is
universal. He can do anything.

But it's good for nothing.

-Let's go, Patrick.
-Let's go.

-Not there.
-Not there.

-Who's she?
-The new officer.

What new officer?
I don't know about any new officer.

She's flying instead
of MacDonald's wife.

A historian. Why?

Never mind.

I don't know, man.

-Don't tell me it's not possible.
-It is, but on Earth.

Come on, Peter.
A dandelion or a daisy would do.

What daisy?

-He wants me to grow him a flower.
-For whom?

-That's not important.
-Pardon me.

-Peter.
-I've only got unicells.

-What if you give her a puppy?
-What?

A puppy, one bitch's in-pup.

-I'd prefer something...
-Poetic.

And what're the astrobiologists
carrying?

Nothing but poetry.
Peas, lentils, millet, rice.

-Acorns, corn, onions.
-Sunflower seeds.

A sunflower's a flower too, isn't it?

I pull, nothing happens.

I pull once more, nothing happens.

I'm in hell, you see?

I look at the casing thermometer.
1,200.

-That's big trouble, you see?
-Stop saying you see!

You know what I did?

I activated the pulsator.
To full power.

Erik, listen...
Twenty kids and a teacher.

I pull one after another.
Real quick, you see?

They're yelling "Mummy"!
The teacher too, you see?

And what happened next?

That sunflower's ready.
You still need it?

-I don't know.
-Quite nice.

-Who?
-The sunflower.

Let's hope he won't change his mind.

When I was his age...

Help him.

60. You have a visitor at the door.
Eve, it's an important visitor.

Me?

-Watch out!
-Don't be afraid.

Some flower we've made you, huh?

-Switch it over inside the cabin.
-No can do. It's a private cabin.

-Wow! Isn't this a bit imperfect?
-On the contrary.

You won't get away, Anthony.

-I had one after lunch.
-No, you didn't.

You ran away as usual.
Come on.

I did have one, ask anyone.

He's telling the truth. He had two.

-Yes, two.
-You don't say!

You're all the same.
You'll suffer from avitaminosis.

One has to look after you
like a mother.

You know I've enjoyed solitude
ever since I was a child.

Brigitte!

It seems strange, but I really did.

I always thought
nobody understood me.

Nonsense.

Come on, Anthony!
Can you still see Earth?

-No.
-And the Sun?

-Humans are like stars.
-What do you mean?

Some folks orbit
around other folks for years.

Who's orbiting?

-That was a metaphor.
-A metaphor?

-You're here again?
-Does he come here?

Every day.
What else should he do?

He's so lonely,
no-one understands him.

That pinhead is the Sun?

-May I?
-Go on.

Nightly she sings
on yon pomegranate tree:

Believe me, my love,
it was the nightingale.

It was the lark,
the herald of the morn,

no nightingale.

Look, what envious streaks do lace
the severing clouds in yonder east.

Night's candles are burnt out,

and jocund day stands tiptoe
on the misty mountain tops.

-Where's Herold?
-On duty. November?

Earth.
What day is it down there?

It was the 18th in the morning,
and Christmas after lunch.

They must be celebrating New Year's
down there by now.

Time really does fly.

That means I'm already as old
as my youngest sister.

It's strange anyway.
We're flying to Centauri.

Why hasn't anyone
ever flown to Earth?

-Our solar system's of little interest.
-Your move!

Besides, it's too far
from the centre of the galaxy.

26,000 light years.
Play!

You see, we're the backwoods
of the universe.

Michael!
Are you looking at Alpha?

-Yeah.
-I come here often.

Do you think they're out there?

At least on one of the planets.
What do you think?

I can't believe

that there's life
somewhere like on Earth.

I mean that we'll land there,
get out from the ship,

and they'll run to us,
waving their hands.

-Maybe they don't have any.
-What? Hands?

Do you know that Bernard
has taken his piano with him?

Why?

He was in some old music club
or something like that, you see.

Stop saying you see, you see!

Don't say it or else...

And stop doing this!

Who's supposed
to look at it all the time?!

Sorry for that.
I don't know what got into me.

No harm done.

When one looks at the same faces
for so many months...

That's why I summoned the Council.

We couldn't speak about Stephie's
pregnancy before.

The crew would become agitated.
It's a risky experiment.

Nonetheless,
it's essential for future missions.

I should've been informed
as second-in-command.

-Explain it to me.
-Stephie...

Stephie was already pregnant on Earth.

That means that my wife...
could've flown as well.

If she knew she could...
Why didn't you tell me?

-Why?
-Your wife knew it.

She was afraid.

It'll be the first case in history.

No child's ever been born
under such circumstances.

Stephie's ten years younger.

That's why your wife
gave up her place.

Lightly. Not so hard.

Something should happen.

It's taking too long.

Four months.
We're not even halfway there.

Where is everybody?

-Is Kubes here somewhere?
-Nope.

Nobody's been here lately.

Why don't you call him
through the communicator?

This way, I can at least
take a short walk.

-You're getting bored, huh?
-It's Hopkins' birthday tomorrow.

Brigitte!

-What's the matter?
-I don't know what to do.

I haven't worn a skirt
for four months.

-And now, just look at me!
-Turn around!

Walk.

What did you expect!
It turned out really well.

Do you think he'll like it?

Anthony, let's now drink to Patrick!

So that you know that I didn't
really mean it then.

-Patrick, that's...
-Herold. I'm on my guard.

-Shut up!
-Herold's here.

-I'm on my guard.
-What'd you teach that robot?

I didn't. He learned it himself.

Will you dance?

-I don't like dancing.
-Neither do I.

How're you feeling, Stephie?

Give my regards to Stephie.

When you come back,
I'll be older than you.

You won't like me.

When you come back...

I'm thirsty.

I'm too old for this, my child.

-Eve will teach you.
-I will.

-This jiggling's not for me.
-Jiggling?

Nina, we...
You're a sociologist, aren't you?

-We have...
-Some work for you.

-A moral matter.
-I see.

And a social matter.

The thing is that
she's making fun of us.

-Who?
-Brigitte.

At first, she kept imposing.

-Imposing?
-Yes.

And now she doesn't want to decide
which of us to choose.

-That's really interesting.
-It is, isn't it?

Yes. The reason may be
that she has a husband on Earth.

This is the Master Computer.

Report to your posts immediately!

Section commanders,
report to your headquarters!

All officers report
to the navigation bridge!

An object of the 7th order detected,
in the second safety zone!

Somebody turn that awful noise off!

-Distance?
-309.

Angle 17.

It may be a comet or a meteor.

It must belong to the Alpha Centauri
planetary system.

It's the first object from there.

-What do you need, Anthony?
-Time.

Here's your comet. Composition:

iron, titanium, germanium,
and traces of common elements.

Volume: 57,900.
Weight: 15,844 tons.

-All right, but...
-This is how it looks on a close-up.

-It contains organic substances.
-That's unbelievable.

-And what about signals?
-No response so far.

Maybe it's an unmanned station.

No, it's a spacecraft. An automatic
station wouldn't be this large.

It's a primitive one.

Just like Icarus might
seem primitive to them.

We know nothing about them.

-Nothing at all.
-Why are they silent, though?

They have to see us.

I don't know.
Maybe they're afraid of us.

Afraid? If they're afraid,

then they're similar to us humans.

We can do more

than send
the Pythagorean Theorem.

-Prepare the explorer shuttle.
-You can't be serious!

What do we have robots here for?

-What are they for?
-Wait.

Suppose there are living creatures
on that ship. Just suppose...

What would we say if they came to us,
opened the door,

and out came a dozen machines.

How would you deal with them?

Try and understand there're things
robots just can't do.

Humans will be sent to that ship.
Two people.

Who do you propose?

Stand at attention, Erik.

Peter and I are going down
in history.

And not only of mankind.

-I've been in a similar situation once.
-I understand.

Just wanted to give you advice.

You know more
than the Master Computer.

I've always thought
it didn't exist anymore.

What?

I don't know, but I envy you.

Explorer shuttle ready.

Launch.

Complete.

-Well?
-Everything's all right.

Activate screen transmission.

We'll keep on trying to establish
contact with the spaceship.

It's silent.

They may have different
communication methods.

Perhaps it's a wreck.
Do we have permission to land?

Guide the shuttle for landing.

We're entering the spacecraft.
There's vacuum here.

Do you see the material?

It looks like some sort
of aluminium alloy.

Medieval.

I thought we'd find something
worthwhile in here.

Look here. A number.
It's from Earth.

Nonsense, this tin can couldn't
have flown out here.

Money?

Those are...
Those were humans.

-We've found humans, Abayev!
-Humans?

-It's an ancient rocket from Earth.
-From which century?

I don't know. Maybe the 20th,
judging by their outfits.

We've found cigarettes, glass, paper.

The women are wearing jewellery.

-They all died at the same moment.
-How? How did they die?

I don't know. Everything's intact.

They look as if they'd fallen asleep.

Find out who they are
and how they got out here.

You should've sent an archaeologist
here instead.

Tigger, Tigger Fun. Calling Icarus.

Eve, find out what Tigger Fun means.

Look, Nina. Tor-na-do.

Nineteen eighty-seven.

Complete. First data.

Master Computer.
Tigger Fun, aka tiger breath.

Deadly poison with immediate effect.

Does not cause
deterioration of objects.

The so-called clean weapon
from the end of the 20th century.

Tornado, a type of military missile.
No further data available, stop.

They wanted to get to another planet.

Over there. There's light here.

-Careful, the ship's still got power.
-That's impossible.

Why not? A reactor can work
a hundred years without operators.

A general.

He was in command.

There're two of them.
Look, he's got a back wound.

When they were running low on oxygen,

they killed the crew with Tigger Fun,
so that they would survive longer.

In the end, they fought
one another. Animals.

I must be somewhere near the engines.
I'll find out right away.

What's that, Kubes? Answer!

-Herold! Help Kubes, quick!
-The radioactivity is increasing.

What happened, Kubes?
Answer!

-At the right, that's from Kubes' camera.
-But that looks like...

You always have to get yourself
in trouble.

My magnetic boot got caught.

Look. There!

Abandon the shop, quick!

There're nuclear weapons aboard!
Don't touch anything!

Come on, hurry!

Svenson, send them the engine module.

Distance: 3,458 kilometres.

The shuttle is ready for lift-off.

Don't stop! Don't touch anything!
Hurry! Run!

We've found people, Captain Abayev,
we've found people.

We've discovered the 20th century.

Would you send them there again?

If I knew there weren't
any humans there.

Humans...

-Those were our ancestors.
-Not them. Definitely not!

You can't choose your ancestors.

You know who they were?
Human trash.

That left Auschwitz, Oradour,
and Hiroshima behind them.

The 20th century.

Do you know it?

Honegger.

Also the 20th century.

We had to continue on our journey.

Svenson and Michael
were to supervise

the installation of a reserve engine.

During such work they have to go out

into space on Icarus' surface.

They weren't there long,
only some ten or fifteen minutes.

Under normal circumstances, this
would be an insignificant episode.

No-one knew that this moment

was the beginning
of lethal danger to us.

It entered into Icarus
together with them.

How does it look out there, Erik?

-All right.
-The robots will do the rest.

That's Alpha Centauri.

There must be at least two planets
in its ecosphere.

In the sphere of life.

-Do you think so?
-I know, I calculated it.

Yet, the temperature will be
too high on both the planets,

-like on Venus.
-But life could be there still...

I'm not a prophet,
I'm a mathematician.

-We'll find out in...
-In fifty-six days.

Precisely.

Mirek...

It's normal.

-Will you have a girl or a boy?
-A boy.

-What will you call him?
-Wait. Wait...

Do you know what a really
nice name is? Michael.

Anthony!

Listen.

A radio nebula.

Grandpa's caught another
nebula again.

Golly, so we're supposed to survey
every smudge?

Yes, every single one.

Alert! Third deck!
Lying person! Non-responsive person!

-That can't be possible!
-Alert! Non-responsive person!

-Who's that?
-Dead person! Dead person!

-Michael!
-Dead person! Dead person!

I...
I must've fallen asleep.

I was on my way from the observatory,
and all of a sudden...

And that stupid computer thought...

Never mind the computer,
I thought so too.

Dead person aboard.

And it'll be surrounded
by a large garden.

Without paths?

There'll be grass everywhere,
very high grass.

Report it next time

or the computer will take you
as dead with no lunch.

I don't know how it could happen.

I knew a geologist once.

He fell asleep on an asteroid.
On asteroid 608.

Gosh, the whole zone was on alert
thinking he'd gone missing.

At least 150 ships
were looking for him.

Not counting unmanned crafts.

I'll lie on my back,
and look at the clouds.

-Ants will be crawling on the grass.
-And it'll start raining.

But we won't run for shelter,
will we? We'll stay outside.

Raindrops will be running
down our necks.

Erik!

I'm telling you I'm all right.
I've never needed this all my life.

-And I won't ever need it!
-Very well, go then.

It's not a disease.

I'm doing all I can.

What about biological separation
from Earth?

-That's out of the question nowadays.
-And time dilatation?

That's an abstract theory,
mathematical.

Will it continue?

-Is it dead?
-Asleep.

Stephie, honey,
what's wrong with you?

-Nothing. Leave me alone.
-Do they know anything?

And the doctor?
What if the baby...

We had no idea
what was happening to us.

We weren't able to cope with it,
the fatigue, the drowsiness.

We had to activate
more and more automatons

to keep Icarus on course.

It was then when Hopkins found out
that while focusing the telescope,

several stars kept disappearing
and reappearing.

There was something between
them and Icarus.

Some gigantic body.

A Dark Star, to be precise.

We didn't have the slightest clue
of its existence until then.

It came to light that the nature
of its radiation...

The nature of its radiation
is simply beyond anything we know.

It's certain that its radiation

causes attenuation of biochemical
processes in living organisms.

-Inducing fatigue and drowsiness.
-Where is it?

-How long will the effect last?
-None of us knows that.

Or do we?

Here are 14,000 metres of reports

from labs, observatories,
astrobiologists.

Some are the first of their kind
and Earth has no idea about them.

So what now?
Will we send them to Earth?

What for? Why should we worry them
for nothing?

-But what if we never come back?
-That's rubbish.

It's hard to believe that a Dark Star

could affect the fate of our mission.

But Earth knows nothing
about the Dark Star.

The next mission
would encounter it again.

-It'll be better if we do it.
-All right.

In the old days, castaways
used to throw bottles into the sea.

We'll send a module.

Yet are we castaways?

Try to understand,
if we all fall asleep,

it'll take decades before people
get here, where we are right now.

We're not on a holiday cruise!

-Each of us knew what he was in for.
-Stop yelling.

Alert! Second deck!
Non-responsive person, dead person!

I want tough men on the job.
That's all.

You can't blame anyone for this.

I know, but...

Those who want to, will survive.

And those who don't...

Michael.

When I know it's a disease,

that it has a name, I'll respect it.

Until then, it doesn't exist for us.

Is that clear?

They insisted

that nothing new
could be discovered in the Universe.

They've been proclaiming that
for 300 years.

Fools.

It can.

It can.

Why... Why couldn't it?

Anthony,
how long till we get out of this?

Anthony, do you hear me?

-Sixty hours.
-And then?

-And then?
-I don't know what'll happen then.

Will we wake up?
Do you believe it?

-I do believe it.
-It's not about belief.

Belief's nothing.
Belief's a mere word.

Tell me how to endure.

Tell me when and how we'll wake up.

What's the probability,
the certainty?

That's my belief, understand?

Prepare for sixty hours of sleep.

Is that all we know?

-Where are you going?
-To get Icarus back.

You think I'm afraid.

No, I'm not afraid.
Honestly.

I'd just... I'd just like to hear
those words, you know.

That we made up together.

Nobody knows them here.

Nobody knows that...
I am your twinkle.

And your...

No, I really don't have to be brave.

I'll only fall asleep.

Then you'll hear me again.

It may take long before you find us.

Maybe you won't...

No, you will definitely hear me.

One day, you'll hear me.

I'm glad I've gone on this mission.

Only those sweet words.

Those you made up for me
that nobody else knew.

Master Computer.
Message for Earth recorded.

I'll get her back.
She'll fly alone.

Back toward the Sun.
They'll find her.

I must get her back.

MacDonald!

You don't have the right.
You don't have the right, understand?

This is our last chance.

I want to save Icarus.

But we'll wake up.

Believe it.

We'll wake up.

Master Computer proceeds
with the autoregulation process.

End of first shift.

Second shift unmanned.

Attention, third shift must intake
the vitamin condensate.

Do not take fruit.

Anthony...

End of third shift.

First shift unmanned.

Master Computer proceeds
with the autoregulation process.

Normal regime.

Good morning.

Everything's all right.

No, it isn't.

We've only slept for
twenty-five hours. Not sixty.

Eve!

Stephie!

That's the only explanation.

A kind force field was generated
between Icarus and the Dark Star.

Eat!

A force field
that intercepted the radiation.

-That's why we woke up earlier.
-Eat, Anthony.

-What?
-Eat.

I think there must be
a simpler explanation.

Our organism simply
got accustomed to it.

Accustomed? It got accustomed
to radiation in just a few hours?

Perhaps your organism did.

Mine can't even get used
to this mash all the way.

-You'll suffer from avitaminosis.
-Beware, though.

Where did the force field
that protected us come from?

It all may be just a coincidence,
Anthony.

Coincidence?
Coincidence exists among us,

-but not among the stars.
-Finish your meal, then.

The main thing is we got out of it
without consequences.

Just imagine humanity sending Icarus
on this mission without a crew.

The automatons
would have turned it back.

Fortunately, man is not as perfect
as a machine.

Therefore, he's got nothing left
than to hope and believe.

Blood circulation disorders.

Functional disorders of the higher
nervous system.

-Will you get him out of it?
-I don't know.

It's not a disease, at least not
in the earthly sense of the word.

-It's...
-The second stage?

The effect
of the Dark Star's radiation.

That means we're all
in this together.

No, Erik was exposed to direct
radiation when installing the engine.

And where's Michael?
They were both out there.

-Where's Michael?
-I don't know.

Have you seen him?

-Was Michael here?
-No, what's the matter?

Have you seen Michael?
Navigation bridge, find Michael!

You aren't afraid, are you?

It's not that bad.
We only fell asleep.

But those two outside,
they were fully exposed.

The radiation of the Dark Star,
understand?

We were protected by Icarus's shield,
we're all right.

We are, but what about him?

Michael's in the corridor
on deck zero.

-What's he doing down there?
-I'll have a look.

Michael!

-Michael.
-What are you doing here?

Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!

-Come with us upstairs.
-You're unwell.

Leave me here. I'm dead.

We'll all die, but I don't want to!

-I don't want to go with you!
-No!

Michael!

Deck zero closed. Alert! Alert!

Block the access
to the explorer shuttles!

Michael wants to return to Earth.

Where is he?

He destroyed his transmitter.

Michael, do you hear me?!

-Stop, we want to help you!
-He's coming back.

I can't see him now.

He's at the robot headquarters.

He's deactivated the robots.

-But that means we're done for.
-He doesn't know what he's doing.

He can destroy the cooling system.

-Emergency mode.
-Or the oxygen regenerators.

For all zones.

We must get to him.

-But how?
-I might have a solution.

-More to the left.
-To the left.

-Patrick, retreat!
-He's got the blaster.

Abayev!

-Abayev!
-What is it?

I can't see it!

-I can't see it!
-What, Michael?

Earth.

We'll be there soon.

Don't lie!

The Earth is gone.

The Earth never existed!

Michael, stop!

Michael!

-I'll go get him.
-How?

Through the air shafts.

-Will it work?
-It will. I constructed them myself.

-Be careful, he's got a blaster.
-I know.

-I'll go with you.
-Better not. For the two of us...

-You'd only hold me back.
-It's the only way to save him.

And maybe us as well.

I'll be back in an hour.

What's he doing?

Michael! Do you hear me?

Michael!

There's no other signal.

We'll wait then.

We've travelled billions of kilometres.

We're almost at the end of our journey.

-Give this to Stephie.
-What's that?

-As a relic?
-No, just to safeguard it for me.

Look what it did to their spacesuits.

And they were outside only ten minutes.

Burnt by the radiation.
Will you save him?

Yes, I will. Him I'll save.

-A pebble.
-It's from their garden.

When do you expect the baby?

He must be there by now.

Michael, do you hear me?

I came for you. Listen up.

You've blocked
the robot headquarters.

You're jeopardising our lives,
the ship.

You're sick, understand?

You're just sick. You must come
with me and you'll get better.

Are you listening to me?
Michael?

You do want to return
to Earth with us, don't you?

Earth is gone.

-Earth is gone.
-No it isn't, Michael.

-It's far away, but it's there.
-Why don't you let me go back then?!

-I want to see it.
-So do I, Michael. We all do.

That's why you have to let me
into the robot station.

-That's why you have to get better.
-I can't go on any more.

I don't want to go with you.

Give me the explorer shuttle.
I'll go back.

Tell them, go.

-I'm not going without you.
-Go or I'll...

You'll kill a human.

A human...

Come now, let's go.

Do you know you destroyed
Hopkins' Patrick?

Don't forget to apologise to him.

Will they save him?

It's that nebula again.

How's Stephie?

Go to the observatory,
you're no help in here anyway.

I know, but just in case...

-Has the baby been born? Well?
-Nothing.

Go to the observatory,
you're no help in here anyway.

Anthony.

That force field is moving
along with Icarus, Anthony.

We're enclosed in it
like a fly in a bottle.

And that.
Those radio signals.

-They're no nebula.
-What are they then?

I... we don't know.

How about Saint Peter,
you haven't discovered him yet?

That surprises me.
Let's have a look at it.

I'd like to introduce
our new crew member.

The assumption that
it was a radio nebula

was quite logical.

Yet fallacious.
In fact, it's an energy transmitter.

What transmitter?

As soon as we entered
the sphere of the Dark Star,

it located us.
Enclosing us in a force field,

that shielded Icarus from radiation.

But that means...
Anthony!

There's life on the White Planet!
Do you hear?

-Yes, I know.
-Anthony.

That's it. The White Planet.

A world of beings that helped us,

when we encountered the Dark Star.

We set out into space
to discover life,

while life discovered us.

Master Computer proceeds
with the flight regulation process.

Entry into orbit from the original
trajectory in nine minutes.

Attention, entry into orbit
in nine minutes.

Explorer shuttles ready.

In an hour, we'll be standing on...

No, not Earth.

On... perhaps on grass.

Or... I don't know.

In an hour...