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You sure you can get us back without a map?

Hey [panting] come on.

Obviously I memorized and studied

the topography before we left.

[exhales deeply] See, if I didn't know any better,

I would think you were trying to impress me.

Maybe I am.

Five bucks says the Dhar's "Jupiter" is over the horizon.

Come on.

Since when have you ever known me to gamble?

We've had our share of bets over the years.

[laughing] Yeah, but it's not gambling when I know I'm right.

Which is why I'm down 340 bucks.

Wait, you kept track?

[chuckles] I'm just waiting for the day

that I win it all back.

Dhars, just over that hill.

That's a "Jupiter" engine. Where's my five bucks?

Wait, are they taking off?

I don't know.

Affirmative for pre-check clearance.

Launch will commence in T minus three minutes.

Victor.

Victor, what's going on?

Maureen.

You have no idea, have you?

There was an accident. A colonist was injured.

In an attempt to save his life, your daughter lost

nearly all the fuel we've managed to recover.

[device beeps] What do you mean

"nearly all the fuel"?

Commence the ere-munch sequence.

Victor.

Prisha. It's important.

How much fuel do you have exactly?

Maureen, I promise, we'll send back help.

17.3%

Shut down the engines.

You're too heavy.

You won't make it out of the atmosphere.

Keep 'em talking.

Victor, you have to listen to me.

Listen to me.

You will burn up all the fuel

before you reach escape velocity.

Hey, maybe we should listen to her, Dad.

The computer says W's fine-- The computer will tell you

it's fine, but it's wrong.

It's not calibrated for this planet.

You won't survive.

None of you will.

Ah, you're full of information now, Maureen.

But I had to find out this planet is dying from my son

who learned it from your daughter,

so forgive me for not trusting you.

[electricity crackling] Launch will commence in

T minus 30 seconds.

Damn it, Beckert.

So you're in charge now?

No.

Not me.

Us.

Attention, all "Jupiters."

This is John Robinson.

Report to "Jupiter 4."

We'll explain when you get here.

[sighs] People are gathering outside.

I brought this Hey.

From our Jupiter. flaughs]

Is there any way I can help?

Do you understand the problem?

Y-yeah, we only have a defined amount of fuel

to provide thrust, so we need to make the "Jupiter"

as light as possible. Right.

So this is a list of everything

that we can strip out

that isn't essential,

and this is the maximum weight

we need to reach.

It's still too heavy. Yeah.

I wish I could strip out all of this.

The cockpit alone weighs five tons.

Technically 9,530 pounds, but...

too bad you can't pilot without it.

Did I spill something on "Friendship 7"?

There's been a new development

in our situation.

It seems that our planet

is on an orbit that will bring us

dangerously close to the sun.

So, it's gonna get hotter

and hotter until it's, um,

well, it's too hot.

Are you saying the planet is dying?

Not dying-

Just entering a phase malignant to human life.

Thank you for that clarification.

It explains why there's a rapid increase

in seismic activity.

So the spike in median temps...

Have you seen your sister?

Um, no, last time I heard,

she was Evan's family.

Why?

Ah, nothing, I'm just seeing if she's okay.

I don't think any of us are okay right now.

So how long do we have?

Long enough.

Look, I know everyone by now has heard

that we only have enough fuel for one Jupiter

to make it to the "Resolute."

So whoever goes will send back help,

but if we're gonna get this one off the ground,

we're gonna have to lose some things

that we thought we needed like--

Like the navigation system alone

weighs 1.3 tons and--

You can't take off without navigation.

No, of course not, but there's no reason

that we have to navigate from inside the "Jupiter."

In--in the early days of space flight

NASA capsules were basically tin cans.

All the instrumentation was handled from the ground

at mission control, so...

we are going to launch off this planet

the old-fashion way.

Welcome to 1962.

You want me to do this because

I'm the best pilot here, right?

You are the best pilot here.

Not just because I weigh 110 pounds?

That helps.

So it'll be just like the "Mercury-Redstone 3."

NASA's first manned mission to space.

The first mission was number three?

As in the first two blew up?

As in the first two were unmanned.

The "Jupiter" still needs someone to fly it.

I trust her.

I'm in.

I feel like we should talk.

You promised me you weren't going to tell.

We sat by a waterfall and--

granted it was mud, but whatever.

We sat there,

and you gave me your word that you wouldn't.

And I know that it was a lot to lay on you

that we're all going to die in this place,

but, honestly, I was scared

and I didn't know what to do

and I trusted you

which is not something I do on a regular basis.

I'm sorry.

That's it?

I Qotta go.

Are you serious?

What are you doing?

We shouldn't hang out anymore.

Are you breaking up with me?

Breaking up?

We weren't really together or anything.

Were we?

You're a bad kisser.

So...

Oh, my God, I hate this planet.

Hey.

What're you working on?

I'm trying to patch the UHF radio,

so this "Jupiter" can be linked to ours.

Oh, yeah?

Scooch over.

How long you gonna need?

Give me an hour?

Yeah? What if I helped you?

Two hours.

Naughs]

You've been hanging out with Penny too much.

What happened to your face?

Uh.

Beckert hit me with a crowbar.

Is he okay?

Yeah. He'll be sore in the morning.

Could you show me sometime?

Show you what?

What to do if someone tries to hit me with a crowbar?

Uh.

Sure.

I mean, maybe we could start

with something a little less intense.

Huh?

Okay, great, uh, once we're done with those

let's start surveying the med lab.

Mom, I'm being prompted to plug

in the Dhar security codes.

Okay, I'll--I'll talk to Victor.

And then I just need a ride back to our "Jupiter" to reset

the ECLSS and the GNC. Okay, uh.

I'll get you a...a ride.

Do you want me to take him?

Go--is that all right? Yeah, I'm only in the way.

Unless people want to talk about how they "feel"

about taking the ship apart.

Okay, great, thank you. Okay.

I need your security codes.

Why not?

You've taken everything else.

You know, I want everyone to survive...

As much as you do.

You put my family's lives at risk.

I was going to get help.

I'm not talking about today.

I stood up for you.

I told them you didn't have it in you.

What are you talking about?

The gun.

The one you gave Angela.

You know, when your family's lives are at risk,

you don't think clearly.

Believe me.

And right now you're not thinking clearly.

I had nothing to do with that business with the Robot.

Isuggestyoulook somewhere else.

Mom.

Aw, honey.

I heard what happened.

There's something I need to tell you about Dr. Smith.

What do you mean? Where is she?

Are you gonna help or are you just gonna watch?

The math doesn't add up.

Believe me, Maureen's math always adds up.

The way the "Jupiters" were built on paper

isn't the same as they are in real life.

There are things that only a mechanic knows.

Such as? They were over-engineered.

Redundant systems up the wazoo.

Your wife thinks you can just

strip away those redundant systems,

and the ones that are leftover will work.

She's assuming they're perfect, but they're not.

They're just like people.

They kinda just chug along...

some missing the mark.

Others picking up the slack.

[exhales deeply] I love a woman

who can reroute a cooling system,

but we need the whole system.

And it's too heavy.

There must be something else we can lose.

There's nothing left.

Oh, we do have the life support system.

Yeah, we need that.

Yeah, it's fairly important if you want to,

you know, keep living.

Stay here. Be careful.

Oh. Hey, Mom.

We were just bringing supplies back for everyone.

People work better on a full stomach.

Right? Right.

Uh, I've got the codes.

They're on my laptop, out in the Chariot.

With Judy.

Judy's back? Yeah, go get them, okay?

Yeah. Thanks, Mom.

You seem stressed out.

Do you need to talk?

No, I'm fine.

I mean, plus or minus a few variables.

Do you really want to help me?

Of course.

Okay, there's--there's some equipment

that we need down in the garage.

What a morning.

It's crazy what people will do when they're scared.

Fear's a dangerous thing.

Well, at least we caught him

before he did any real damage.

So what is it we're looking for?

Just, uh,

anything to help strip the ship, you know?

Cordless drill packs,

miter saws, or whatever.

You Robinsons are such a little tribe of fixer-uppers.

I've learned more in the past few weeks about

repairing engines,

rewiring wires, and refueling radios.

Maureen, what are you doing?

Who are you?

You know who I am--

No, the truth.

It's complicated.

Okay.

When the "Resolute" was evacuated

the path to my "Jupiter" was cut off.

[voice breaking] And...

I begged anyone I could find

to take me in, but they...

And that's when I saw him.

The real Dr. Smith.

He was hurt.

He was bleeding, and I...

I tried to save him,

but I just thought.

Why should both of us have to die?

So I took his access tag.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you sooner.

But you were so kind.

So generous.

I wanted you to like me.

Clearly you wanted more than that.

Just to survive.

Then why did you give Angela the gun.

Maureen, why would I want to hurt the people--

I don't know. You tell me.

If I'm wrong, I apologize.

But right now I need to protect my family,

and I think the best way to do that

is to keep you away from them.

Jessica Harris.

That's my name.

Look it up in the manifest.

I'm a physicist.

[chuckhng] You're a physicist?

Why would you lie about that?

You're asking the wrong questions.

What you should be asking is

how long was I on that "Jupiter" today,

the one you're preparing tolaunch?

What might a woman

of my expertise have done to it?

You're lying. Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm not.

That ship is your only means of survival.

Let's just say for the sake of the argument

that it wasn't.

If you did anything to sabotage that ship and my--

Here's what I suggest.

You let me out, I come clean,

we both go our separate ways, and call it happily ever after.

Go to hell.

We're already there, Maureen.

It's up to you whether or not your family

makes it out before they get burned.

So, do you believe her?

There was a Jessica Harris on the "Resolute."

That checks out.

And her vitals match, so...

Victor's "Jupiter." You think she messed with it?

No, I think she'd say anything to save her ass.

No, we'll be fine.

[exhales] What?

Uh.

Don and I went over the plan.

He thinks the "Jupiter" is still too heavy,

even after stripping out everything from your list.

So we strip more.

Well, there's not much left.

We're down to life support, pressure systems,

both: Servo systems. I mean, can it even fly

without those?

Theoretically. Theoretically?

[stammers] The "Jupiter" will hold together,

but... But what?

Well, we might as well strap Naoko to the hood

because that's what it's gonna feel like when she takes off.

She will black out.

Yeah. She will.

And there isn't a person alive who wouldn't.

The question is, will she wake up in time

to manually pilot out of the atmosphere.

What if she can't?

Naoko's test results are. . .good.

Full cognitive recovery in 54 seconds.

Is that fast enough?

During liftoff, the "Jupiter" rises

at 1 mile per second, and it's a 70 mile trip

out of this atmosphere into the safety of space.

70 seconds. Oh, God.

And it's--it's a rough 70 seconds.

The pilot will have to manually steer

around atmospheric hazards which is hard enough

but at the same time vent the engines

so they don't overheat.

I mean, it's basically like threading the needle

when you've just woken up from a knock-out punch.

She'll never have enough time.

Idoubtany of the other survivors

scored high enough to have a shot.

Of course.

Full cognitive recovery in 19 seconds.

There must be somebody else.

That's 35 seconds faster.

That doesn't mean I'm the right person.

When every second counts, 35 seconds is a lot.

Check again, please. I don't need to.

Maureen, listen. John.

I am not leaving you and the kids.

Not again.

I made a promise.

Then keep it.

How'?

Come back safely.

This decision...

it can't be just ours.

I know this isn't easy, so...

Look, the only way I do this is if we all talk it through.

Okay, let's do pros and cons.

Pro: he's the only one that can do it.

That's not a pro. He might not make it.

Nobody will if he doesn't go.

That's not a pro either. That's a con.

They're all cons.

You sure you'll be okay? That you'll come back?

If anyone can do this, it's your dad.

Can you promise me he'll make it back?

If I could, we wouldn't be having this discussion.

What happens if I say no?

Hey, hey, Will.

Will.

Hey.

Talk to me.

The Robot.

I let him die.

I told him it was okay to walk off the cliff.

And--and now?

You want me to do the same for you?

Will.

I don't want to do this.

But you have to?

That's what you said three years ago.

When you left.

Not gonna say it's okay for you to go.

Come on.

Hey, hey. Listen to me.

It's all right.

It's not okay with me either.

If your dad's gonna do this, he's gonna need our help.

Wait, you--you said you had two pieces

of information to tell us.

Yeah, what's the second part?

Right.

No one goes anywhere near the garage.

John?

I don't know what Maureen told you but

I think the pressure...

I think it's getting to her.

Her behavior is a clear indication

of clinical anxiety disorder.

You're wasting your breath, Jessica.

Jessica?

Who's Jessica?

Is that who Maureen thinks I am?

John, this is absurd.

Let me out, and we can help her together.

Do you know why she locked me in here?

Because I spoke up.

I told her I was worried

that she wasn't thinking clearly.

That she might be sending Naoko to her death.

Only it's not Naoko anymore, is it?

Don't get in that ship, John.

I'm trying to protect you.

You know

over the years

a lot of people have put their life in my hands.

But if I had to trust someone with mine,

I choose my wife.

Your wife?

You mean the woman who wanted to take your kids away?

And start a whole new life without you.

And now she suddenly claims, let me guess,

that you're the only one who can fly this "Jupiter."

That's convenient.

If I were you,

I'd spend your time getting your story straight

because when we get to the "Resolute,"

and we will get to the "Resolute,"

it's gonna have to be a hell of a lot more convincing.

Fly safe. We're all depending on you.

You ready for a practice run?

Good to go.

Okay.

So remember the actual "Jupiter"

that you'll be flying, all these bells and whistles,

they might as well be actual bells and actual whistles

for all the good they'll do you.

They don't exist. In fact...

Is that necessary?

You want it to be as close as possible

to reality, right? Wait, are you really

gonna knock me out?

It's funny you mention that.

So we'll skip the prelaunch protocols

because you wouldn't be able to execute them anyway.

You just sit back and let me do

the work until it's time tolaunch.

But, once you're up there, only you'll be able to steer.

And vent the engines before they explode.

Yeah, I know. Yes, and vent them

before you get out of the atmosphere.

And always vent them away from the sun.

And always be aware of variables.

Something will go wrong.

It always does.

T minus 30 seconds to liftoff.

Arms up.

What's this for?

To mimic g-force.

Well, how's that gonna work?

T minus ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

ODE.

Liftoff.

[groans] Oh, God.

No, don't touch those.

Let the SRBs carry you up.

Okay, you're approaching 9G.

Where you're gonna lose consciousness.

I'm cutting your suit pressure to simulate.

Your cognitive recovery was 19 seconds.

Feel free to improve on that.

19 seconds.

Well, you're nothing if not consistent.

How's your head?

F0993'- Push through.

You're getting tropospheric winds at 10 o'clock.

Roll left.

Get a handle on those engines.

Pitch 17 degrees.

Correction to climb.

[beeping] Too late.

[groans] You're dead.

[Qmaning] Oh, my God.

That's okay.

Again.

Okay.

[clears throat] Five,

four... [groans]

Three, two,

one. Liftoff.

You lost a second.

No, you can't vent towards the sun.

Banklefi.

[beeping] The "Jupiter" just exploded.

You're dead. [groans] God.

Yeah, I need a few more seconds

to recover before venting.

You don't have a few more seconds.

Again.

[groaning] Five, four,

three, two,

ODE.

Liftoff.

Okay, curveball. Something's wrong.

Your weight distribution's off

which means so is your trajectory.

Course correct.

You just hit the boosters way too hard.

Your brain smashed against the inside of your skull.

It's swelling. Yeah, but I'm not dead,

right? Correct.

[chuckles] But now you are.

Oh, God. Again.

System malfunction. The engines are hot.

Too hot, what do you do?

Uh...

Vent early.

[beeping] No, it's too late.

You're dead. [groans] Oh, God.

Too late. You're dead.

[rope tugs, beeping] You're dead.

Again. [grunts]

You're dead. [groaning]

[groans] You're dead.

[groaning] Again.

[rope tugs] You're dead.

[groaning] Oh, God.

Again.

You're dead. Again.

[rope tugs] You're dead.

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I just need, uh--

Husk need some more rest. Ne, you need to stop.

No, he needs to get it right.

As his doctor, I'm advising that he take a break.

His heart is at serious risk if he continues like this.

Hey, maybe we should all take a break, huh?

Huh?

Okay, I'll get you some water.

Can you help me take--

Hey, why don't you get some air, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-

You're letting her get to you.

Who?

Smith. Whatever her name is.

It's not that. l__

I would be worried about you making it

even if she hadn't said anything.

Then why don't we take a couple of extra days.

Relieve some of the pressure.

I mean, you could run a comb over the "Jupiter,"

and I can work on this.

[exhales deeply] Okay-

Okay.

Mom.

You should put on the radio.

What's happening? The "Resolute."

Engineers have detected evidence of Hawking radiation

which indicates the presence of

a gravitational singularity. The black hole.

To protect the lives on board,

we'll be forced to vacate the current orbit

24 hours from now.

This decision was not made lightly.

We're away that some of you are still out there,

trying to make it back, so it's with a heavy heart

that the surviving members of the "Resolute"

24th Colony Group

send this final broadcast. No.

24 hours.

No, that's not enough time.

I can be ready. That's not enough time.

I can be ready.

I can.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Hey, hey, where are you going?

To the "Jupiter 4."

A lot of people have been doing unsupervised work there.

I want to check it again.

Hey, guys, so why don't you go get your gear ready.

We're gonna be back on the "Resolute" tomorrow.

Together.

Huh?

Come on. Let's get going.

[voice breaking] Yeah, guys, come on.

Come on, let's go.

It's okay.

What did you tell my parents?

Will, is that you?

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Then don't.

I don't want you to get caught up in this.

In what?

It's really not my place.

It's just...

Some people think

that kids aren't mature enough to handle the truth.

The truth about what?

The mission.

Has your mother told you how dangerous it is?

Yeah. She told us all about it.

Wow.

You're such a strong kid.

I mean...

I don't think I could let my dad sacrifice himself

even if it did get everyone off this planet.

He's not sacrificing.

He's gonna make it.

He said he'll be fine.

I was about your age

when my dad went into the hospital.

And I remember everyone was there,

and when I asked what was going on,

they told me not to worry.

That he was going to be fine.

Turns out everyone was just saying that

because they didn't want me to be sad.

But when he died...

it hurt so much.

Would it have been easier if I'd been able

to prepare for it?

Maybe.

Sometimes parents think

they have to lie to protect their kids.

But friends can be honest with each other.

And right now

I'm the only one telling the truth.

There's a chance that "Jupiter" makes it to the "Resolute,"

but whoever flies it

won't survive the trip.

No, but my mom--

She said-- ls a very intelligent woman.

But she doesn't know everything.

She doesn't know there's someone else

who can fly the ship better.

It doesn't have to be yourdad.

Will, where are you?

I--I have to go.

[sighs] Will, listen to me.

I--l can't.

I don't go to your place and triple check

all your rocket science stuff.

Sorry, I just need to make sure

there's nothing wrong. You do know that's

literally my job, right?

To make sure nothing's wrong with these--

[scoffs] 1967, "Soyuz 1," parachute failure.

1971, "Soyuz 11," cabin vent valve.

1986, "Challenger," faulty O-ring seal.

2003, "Columbia," damaged thermal protection system.

Everyone died in these accidents,

and do you know what they all had in common?

A mechanic cleared them for launch.

You know what else they have in common?

Don West wasn't born yet.

Now, call me thorough, call me lucky,

but nothing's ever gone wrong on my watch.

Weren't you working on the "Resolute"?

We were attacked by an alien robot.

On your watch.

Okay. I'm sorry, I'm--

This is our last chance.

And my husband--

My husband's gonna be up there hurtling through space,

and I don't--I don't know if he can--

You're not the only one who needs this

to work, Mrs. Robinson.

Maybe there's something you can do to help us.

Finally this guy's reading the directions.

Yeah.

I'm not normally reduced to this, but, um...

You get the weight down on the "Jupiter"?

Well, like any good fighter,

she had to shed the last few pounds,

but we're actually 200 under if you can believe it.

Pretty sure the CPDS took us over the top.

All she needs now is a good pilot.

John's recovery time is excellent.

But given all the variables, he's can't quite

pilot and vent simultaneously.

What intervals are you running at?

20 seconds. You can get away with 30.

Standard iteration is 20--

Standard iteration's for standard situations.

With such low fuel pressure to begin with,

vent too soon? You won't make it into orbit.

Vent every 30. She can take it.

Maybe we should put the CPDS back in.

Mm. That's over 700 pounds.

We only got 200 to play with. What?

Interesting.

How much do you weigh?

Excuse me?

You're like 174, 175?

Wait a minute. No, I see what you're doing.

You know these ships better than anyone.

Who better to be there-- I--no, no, no. Stop.

I'm sorry. No, I'm the wrong guy, okay?

Hey, good luck with that. Send me a postcard.

Hi. Bye.

Don. Don, stop.

This is about my dad's life. Eh, it's my life too.

Look, he can't do it on his own.

Okay? And if he doesn't make it,

then it is all of our lives.

Ease off.

Is this about money again?

I thought we were past that.

Well, no one's ever really past money.

But it has nothing to do with that.

Then what is going to take for you to do the right thing.

You know what doing the right thing has done for me?

Save a lady in the desert? Get left for dead.

Flip a tanker for you?

Lose a very comfortable retirement.

So from where I'm standing, doing the right thing

kinda sucks.

No.

I'm not gonna do it.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

N0Pe,nope,nope.Nope.

Son of a--

If anyone asks, I got paid for this.

Mm-hmm. A lot.

I want a medal.

Ten. No, a parade.

Nine. You know what?

I want a holiday. Eight.

Don West Appreciation Day. Seven.

Six.

Colony Salvation Day, Five.

By Don West. Four

I want my face on a poster. Three.

Two.

One.

Liftoff.

What kind of a torture chamber

do YOu people gQt 90mg on here?

Nighty night.

I'm swallowing my tongue.

[groans] Okay, you woke up a bit slow,

but that's all right. I need you

to roll 15 degrees to your left.

That's it.

Okay, hit thrusters.

23-degree pitch.

ExceHenL

Now hold steady.

Now, Don, vent the engines.

Don.

[snoflflgl

What was his recovery time?

I couldn't find a result--

A Plus;

I scored an A plus.

And...

You've hit escape velocity.

Yes! Welcome to space.

Nailed it. [laughs, sighs]

Great job, Dad.

I'm also here,

being brave and awesome, doing the right thing

or whatever.

Eh, no one cares.

Tonight we do it for real.

Shouldn't we run the test one more time?

We don't have any more time.

Dr. Robinson, I got something for ya.

Don-- Nah, nah, don't get excited.

It is not a present. [chicken clucks]

N--I don't want your chicken.

And I don't want to hurl through space

in a thermos, but here we are.

Now, listen, I left instructions in there,

what she eats, when she eats,

and if you need to put her to sleep,

all you got to do is turn her over

Okay. stroke her belly ever so gently

I'll see what I can do. and she'll purr like--

Okay.

Bye, Debbie.

He'll be all right.

All right.

I'm gonna go inside.

Pre-launch protocols start soon.

Okay, let's go. Yep, yeah.

Let's go.

Do you think we'll be able to see it from up here?

We should.

Hey, where's Will?

Oh, uh,

I think he's too nervous to watch.

You said someone else could pilot the "Jupiter."

Come closer and I'll show you.

We could bring him back.

You and me. Together.

I can't. But it was only bad

because you told it to be bad, remember?

What if...

What if we started over,

and you told it to be good?

He could fly that ship.

All you have to do is open this door.

Then your father can come home.

Upon returning home,

Akiyama Toyohiro, first Japanese citizen in space,

said "Onaka ga akimashita."

What does that mean?

I'm hungry. [both chuckle]

Fly safe, John Robinson.

"Jupiter 4," this is the "Jupiter 2."

Do you COPY?

"Jupiter 2," this is "Jupiter 4." Copy.

Final pre-launch protocol.

Seals, check.

Internal power, check.

Fuel, prepress,

check.

All systems go.

Copy, "Jupiter 2."

Permission to launch?

Permission granted.

Launch will commence

in T minus 60 seconds.

Affirmative.

Yes? Maureen.

I love you.

Hove you too.

I love you too. flaughs]

Okay. [clears throat]

See you in a bit.

You're set for liftoff in...

T minus ten,

nine,

eight, seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two...

Liftoff.

Yeah. It's working.

Come on.

Come on, Dad. Come on.

Come on.

John, can you hear me?

John.

John, come back to me.

I'm here.

I'm here.

[groans] It's dark in here.

That's okay. I've got you.

Winds at your 8 o'clock, real ones this time.

They're coming in at just over 500 miles-per-hour.

Got it.

Don?

Whoa. Don.

What? Uh.

Don?

Uh,yeah.

Yep, yeah, let's, uh,

let's--[exhales]

Let's nothing. I need a sec.

Don, engines are getting hot.

We need to vent.

The hull's facing away from the sun, partner.

Rm“ You okay?

John, you need to takeover.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait.

If we do it too soon, we won't make it out.

Don, you need to vent now.

She can take it. Just give me five more seconds.

Now.

Okay.

Okay, well done.

You're almost there.

Hey, you're a lucky man.

Yeah, well,

I brought some luck with me.

Maureen?

Noctilucent clouds.

Hold position.

Maureen.

It's getting pretty punchy in here.

Just a few more seconds.

Continue to hold position.

Holding.

Okay, easy now.

I want you to slow engines to 25%.

And roll 48 degrees--

[thud] Maureen?

Roll 48 where? Left or right?

Left or right, 48 degrees left or right?