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There's been no sign of a Russian
countermove on the lunar surface, sir.

We have two-man teams
guarding the site around the clock.

Soviet activity around Zvezda
is proceeding normally.

There's also been no increase
in military activity in Earth's orbit.

Then I'd say our little operation
was a success.

Yes, sir. It sure looks that way.

Please relay my personal thanks
to everyone at NASA on a job well done.

Thank you, sir. I will.

Mr. President, if I may?

There's still the matter
of the Apollo-Soyuz mission.

What do you think, Ellen?
Should we proceed or cancel the mission?

We still have the moral high ground
after the shoot down of KAL 7.

I think we should keep it.

We've extended our hand in friendship
for all the world to see.

If Andropov wants to slap it away,
let him.

Let everyone see who's working for war
and who's working for peace.

My feeling exactly.

-Proceed as planned.
-Yes, sir.

And I appreciate the way
you handled this situation

under extremely difficult circumstances.

Thank you, sir. That's very kind.

I'd like to officially nominate you
to the Senate

as the new permanent administrator
of NASA.

Well, sir, that's quite an honor.

I'm not sure what to say.

Your country needs you, Ellen.

But take your time and think it over.

Thank you, everyone.

So...

Wow.

Congratulations.

Old man knows how to pick 'em.

Thanks, I think.

What, are you holding out
for a bigger office than Margo?

I would just like to think it over,
that's all.

Think what over, Ellen?

This is our ticket to Mars.

With you in the cabinet,
it'll become a priority again.

It was a priority for Tom.
Didn't seem to make much difference.

You're an astronaut.
That gives you a different voice.

She's right.
President loves his astronauts.

And you're not just any astronaut.
You're the girl who caught the tank.

He'll listen to you on space policy
more than anyone else.

Maybe.

I'll think about it.

General?

Thank you.

So, the Soviets have delayed
the launch of their Buran shuttle.

Probably for repairs.

Wheeled it back into the maintenance
building this morning.

I told you so.
They got smart people over there too.

Probably figured out your little
O-ring problem all by themselves.

Probably so.

Emma, reach out to Sergei Nikulov.

He and his team need to get back here
as soon as possible

to finalize preparations.

Yes, ma'am. Just a reminder,

Columbia is on the pad,
scheduled for a 1430 liftoff.

-Columbia?
-Gordo's flight.

Must be beside himself.

Let's just hope he's sober.

MS-2. Right wrist ring.
Soft capture and lock.

Copy. MS-2. Right wrist ring complete.

How's that feel?

Fits good.

PLT left wrist ring.
Soft capture and lock.

Copy. PLT left wrist ring...

-I'll take it from here.
-Yes, sir.

Here you go, sir.

Jesus, Ed.

Don't you got anything better to do

than to come all the way down to Florida
just to screw up my launch?

I want to take one last look
at these old shuttles

before my Pathfinder
make 'em all obsolete.

Fat chance.

Pathfinder's like a Chihuahua
compared to my sweet ride.

Yeah, you just listen
to the big kids up front,

don't touch anything, you'll be just fine.

I'm proud of you, man.

Thanks.

Couldn't have done it without you.

You ready?

Godspeed.

Coming up on the 30-second mark,

and we are go for auto-sequence start.

SRB hydraulic power units have started.

T minus 20 seconds...

18, 17,

16, 15, 14,

13, 12, ten...

We have go for main engine start.

Liftoff of Columbia and astronaut
Gordon Stevens to space

after a ten-year absence.

I'm back, baby.

I'm back.

You can sit back now.

You have what we call
normal-tension glaucoma.

It's a rare condition.
No one knows exactly what causes it.

It means that your eye pressure's
within the normal range,

but your optic nerve has been damaged.

It could be a problem
with the amount of blood

that's being supplied to the optic nerve,

or you could have a sensitive optic nerve.

Or there could be other conditions
that have impaired circulation.

Like radiation?

Possibly. I don't know of any studies
looking at that as a cause.

Were you exposed to
an unusual amount of radiation

on your last trip to the moon?

Not as far as you know.

I see.

And I assume you have not had an exam
by the flight surgeon at NASA.

Could you just
tell me about the treatment?

Well, the treatment to slow down
the loss of vision

would probably entail
prescription eyedrops,

combined with oral medication
and possibly surgery.

-Surgery?
-Possibly.

But again, we're talking about slowing
down the deterioration of your vision,

not stopping it
and certainly not reversing it.

I'm sorry. So, you're saying
that you wanna cut open my eyeballs,

but that's not gonna fix it.

I don't wanna cut open anything.
It's just a possibility.

But no, it's not going to fix this.

I'm very sorry, Ms. Cobb.
Glaucoma is not curable.

You could ask for a second opinion,

but I'm quite certain
that you're going to experience

a progressive loss of vision from now on.

And ultimately permanent blindness.

Thank you, Doc.

The flight surgeons are pretty good.
They're not going to miss this.

Ellington Ops. NASA niner-6-4.

Copy, Molly. Hold one.

Request you open box Whiskey 147 Charlie.

NASA niner-6-4, Ellington Ops.

You got it, Molly.
Box Whiskey 147 Charlie is open.

Come on, let's see what you got.

Give me more. More!

Come on.

Go.

Goddamn it. Go.

Fuck you!

Come on! Go.

NASA niner-6-4. Ellington Ops.

You okay there, Molly?
Your altitude just dropped 15,000 feet.

Roger that, Ellington Ops. I'm good.

Everything's A-okay.

The president
has decided to arm Pathfinder

to show the Soviets this is not
some tit-for-tat little game.

This puts us in the driver's seat.

Now, we are going to install a battery
of four Phoenix missiles

in Pathfinder's cargo bay.

Now, the space variant of the AIM-54C

has been in development
for several years at Vandenberg.

It was designed to be in a DOD shuttle,
but it will be compatible with Pathfinder.

It's been decided that
this will henceforth be a joint mission

between NASA
and the Department of Defense.

Management of flight operations
will be controlled from MOCR,

but operations concerning
the Phoenix missiles will come from DOD.

Will we be firing missiles
on this mission?

There will be a live fire exercise
to demonstrate the system.

Now, your targets will be a series
of drones launched into low Earth orbit

with a radar signature
simulating a Russian satellite.

How many missiles will we fire
during the exercise?

-So we're a warship now?
-No. Pathfinder is not a warship.

But we're packed with missiles
and shooting things out of the sky.

Pathfinder's weapon system
is intended primarily for self-defense.

Primarily, but not exclusively.

So in theory, these same missiles
could be used for offensive purposes.

Am I right?

That's not in the mission plan.

This flight is a test
of the entire Pathfinder system,

and as such, it is appropriate
that we test this newest...

component.

But it is only a test.

Phoenix is radar-guided.

With an operational range
of 100 nautical miles,

it uses a proximity fuse
detonation system.

And once inside the cargo bay,

the lift variation will be exactly
128 pounds per square inch.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

What is it?

The president offered to make me
NASA administrator.

-Aren't you already doing that?
-Permanently.

Wow.

That's amazing, Ellen.

Congratulations. That's really--

Crazy, I know.

It's not like I'm gonna actually take it.

Are you sure?

Of course. Yeah, I'm just waiting
for the right time to tell him.

There's so much going on right now.

Yeah, but... this is huge.

I mean, you could...
be a part of Reagan's cabinet.

-You sound like you want me to take it.
-No, it's just...

Isn't this everything you always wanted?

You would be in charge of NASA.
You could finally get to Mars--

Hey.

You're what I want.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Gosh, this place must seem huge
compared to the last time you were here.

Yeah, didn't have a lot of legroom
to walk around, that's for sure.

I know. It's crazy.

I mean, just to think about
what you guys did in here.

I mean, it's the galley now.

Yeah. Yeah, I knew that.

That's where your old bunk
used to be, right?

Looks about right.

So, where am I bunking now?

I don't know how you guys did it, man.

All that time in this one room, I mean,
I would probably just go out of my gourd.

Nick.

New bunk.

Right, sorry.

Got you a prime spot right here
in crew quarters A.

Far away from the recirculating pump.

That sucker starts up
about every half hour.

Drives most people crazy
until they tune it out.

Well, I sleep like the dead,
so no worries there.

Well, you are very lucky, because Vance
over there snores like a roller coaster.

Man, I mean,
up, down, up, down, all night.

He's a good guy.
Though he's one of the marines.

Little bit edgy. But he's right over here.

And across from him is

where your ex is hot racking.

Sorry. Crew quarters B and C are full.
There's not that much space up here.

-Hope you don't mind.
-Nah. No, we're good.

Where is she anyway?

She's out with the marines.

They've been doing EVAs
by the reactor all week.

Something with
the last Sea Dragon's cargo.

All very hush-hush.

Very top secret stuff.

With the marines? Tracy?

It was supposed to be temporary,

until one of their guys
could get up to speed on flying the LSAM.

But word is guy's
not getting the hang of it.

Yeah, well, LSAM's a tricky beast.

Holy shit, that's right.
You flew the original.

Afraid that one's just a junker now.

We just use it for spare parts.

But the other two are still flyable.

Although they're getting pretty cranky
in their old age.

Aren't we all? Well, I wouldn't worry.

I'm sure Trace will get that poor jarhead
up to speed in no time.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe. Probably.

Anyways, I'll just let you get settled in.

All right.

Welcome home, sir.

Look, these three teams

are working on separate components
of the docking module

that will eventually
have to work together.

Mechanisms, avionics, life support.

But the inter-team review doesn't happen

until after each team has completed
their preliminary design.

Standard procedure.

Yes, I know, you've told me.

But if they simply collaborated
from the outset--

No.

I'm an engineer,
and I'm looking at a bad design.

That's rich.

For your information,
we went to the moon with this bad design

while you were literally in diapers.

Maybe you should have worn diapers
during Gemini.

-Get out!
-Sure thing.

Peanut.

I'm sorry, I don't...

Sorry.

Welcome to Little Saigon.
How many in your party?

Just me.

-Something to drink?
-Coke.

Know what you want?

Not really.

I haven't had that much Vietnamese food,
to be honest.

Adopted?

Yeah.

-Do you like Chinese food?
-I love it.

It's similar, sorta.

I'd start off with some spring rolls.
Then either pho or banh mi.

Beef noodle soup or a pork sandwich.

The sandwich is good,
but pho is Dad's specialty.

-Your dad's the cook?
-Yeah.

I'll try the "fo."

-Pho.
-Pho.

Told you. Family recipe.

It was delicious.

Could you sit?

So, did your dad learn to cook in Vietnam?

From his mother, my grandmother.

-Is she still alive?
-Who knows?

Dad pretty much cut off all ties
when he left.

Doesn't talk about family back there much.

What about your mom?

She's here. Not today, but she's alive.

She's not from Vietnam though.
They met after he came to the States.

So you were born here?

Yeah, I'm a natural-born
all-American girl.

Here. Whenever you're ready.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

-Here's your change.
-You can keep it.

Thanks.
Try the broken rice with pork next time.

I'm assuming you're coming back

and spending a lot more money
with your friends?

Yeah, I'll definitely
be thinking about it. Thanks.

I have target acquisition.

Confirmed. Radar shows two active targets.

First target range 31 kilometers.

Relative velocity out of plane
1.2 meters per second.

Within targeting parameters.

Ride, lock weapons system to target one.

System locked. Target one.

Lock confirmed.
Second target range 45 kilometers.

Y and Z velocities
are within targeting thresholds.

Target will be out of range soon.

Switching to second target.

System locked. Target two.

Lock confirmed. Ready to fire.

Fire.

Fox three.

Good lock on first target.

-Fire.
-Fox three.

Good target lock on both. Target's
maneuvering, weapons still on track.

First target destroyed.
Second missile approaching.

Second target destroyed.

Confirmed. No active targets.

They're all dead.

Sim complete.

Secure cabin and prepare for debrief.

-Nice work, people.
-Thanks, chief.

Yeah, thanks.

Look, I could use some air.

Not so bad.

Not bad at all.

-Boo!
-Jesus!

Fuck.

You hurt yourself?

No.

-No.
-You should have seen your face.

Yeah, got me good, I guess.

So you're here.

Here I am.

How's it feel? Feel any different?

-Totally different.
-Yeah?

Like, different in every--

Hey, Vance.
Have you met my ex-husband Gordo?

Gordo, this is Vance Paulson.

He's one of the leathernecks sent here to
protect us from the red menace out there.

Hey. Pleasure.

Likewise.

-Navy, right?
-That's right.

I won't hold it against you.

This one here,
she should have been a marine.

Oh, stop.

No, the way that she flew that bucket
when we swooped in on the Russians?

We came right down to the deck.

So low if there were rabbits out there
we'd have been clipping their ears.

Thing of beauty.

Y'all are such pussies.
I was at least five meters off the deck.

Five-- My ass.

I got moondust in my boots
from kicking the hilltops.

Your boots?

Yeah, they were
hanging on the outside skids,

all Tarzan-like.

Yeah, singing "Ride of the Valkyries"
Apocalypse Now-style.

-That was some fun shit.
-Fun shit.

These bastards keep me young.

Well, I'm hungrier than a horse.
I'm gonna go grab some chow.

You know, I'm gonna do the same.
You wanna join?

Mess hall's your old stomping ground.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Nah, I'm good. You know, just settling in.

Might get some rack time,
wait till breakfast.

-Good to see you, Gordo.
-You too, Trace.

...reports indicate a massive explosion
on the grounds of Fort Gulick,

which is home to elements
of the United States 10th Infantry

and some Special Forces units in Panama.

Eyewitness reports describe a large truck,
which broke through the sentry post...

Fucking animals.

...and drove directly into the barracks
before exploding...

Enchiladas are ready.

Great. Starving.

Could use another beer.

...to stay out of the Canal Zone,

which is sovereign US territory
under international law.

What was supposed
to be a routine resupply mission

to the Jamestown moon base

has turned into another front
in the escalating war of words

between the United States
and the Soviet Union.

God-- What you doing creeping up on me?

I've been standing right here.

Very funny.

...which NASA says
is a routine resupply mission,

will actually be carrying nuclear--

-I was watching that.
-You didn't see me.

Of course I saw you.

Does it not occur to you that I might have
other things on my fucking mind?

Yeah. That occurred to me.

It occurred to me two months ago
when you first got back,

and you'd sit in the bathtub for hours
staring at the wall.

Told myself, "She's got a lot on her mind.
I'll leave her be."

Told myself that every time
you'd bite my head off for no reason.

Or every time
you'd just sit there silently,

not wanting to talk about anything.

Well, I'm done leaving you be.
Okay? I'm done.

Because there's something going on,
and you need to tell me what it is.

-What? What do you want me to say?
-I want you to tell me the truth.

I want you to tell me... the truth.

I mean, whatever it is,
we'll get through it.

I don't know if we will.

I went out into that solar storm...

after Wubbo.

I did not stay in the lava tube.

That was a lie.

I was on the surface for an hour.

Maybe more.

He would have died if I didn't.

Is that why...

Called normal-tension glaucoma.

Trace.

Shit. Gordo, get in here.

Get in here. Be quiet.
Close the door, all right?

Christ.

What you doing?

Well, I cycle the air when I'm done,
and it just goes out in the great beyond.

You see, and then the next day,

if someone smells something weird,
they just think it's the food.

That's genius.

-How many more of those?
-Seven.

Seven until--

until Jimmy sends the new stash up
with the next supply run.

Jimmy? You got Jimmy sending you
contraband to the moon?

He hollows out this block of stinky cheese
and then puts it in a plastic bag.

You know? He's a smart boy.

That's a little too smart.

Yeah, I really don't wanna know
where he picked that up.

You gonna share that?

Yeah, why not?

You look good, Gordo.

You look happy.

Thanks.

Yeah.

I haven't seen you like this
in a long time.

Turned a corner, I think.

Yeah? How so?

All right, well, unless you want this
to be your last cigarette

for the next six months,
I suggest you start talking.

Well, last time I was up here...

I lost it.

Lost my way.

Started seeing things, and...

I even tried to take my helmet off
while I was outside.

Oh, my God.

Dani broke her arm on purpose, Trace,

so that Ed wouldn't have to tell Houston
to send me to the nuthouse.

I'm sorry you had to
go through that alone, Gordo.

Really wish you would've told me.

You and me both.

This place can take a toll on you.

Even with all these people here,
it can still feel really...

lonely, isolating.

I can't imagine how much worse
it must've been when you were here.

Spent the last ten years
thinking about it.

Could never understand
what really happened.

And then the other day

I was... eavesdropping,
that's what I was doing,

I was eavesdropping on you talking
to Jimmy about his sixth birthday.

And you were saying something
about how that was a "happy time."

And, click, it all just fell into place.

What happened up here was nothing to do
with space or claustrophobia

or losing my mind.

See, I knew that when I got home,
I was moving out.

That was just the beginning of the end.

And I don't think I could handle it.

I couldn't handle losing the most
important thing in the world to me.

You.

And it was all my fault.
I mean, you have your moments, but...

Fuck you.

I'm the one
that screwed up our marriage, Trace.

The lying, the cheating,
not being there when you needed me.

Even when I was there, I know I wasn't.

I know that.

And it all just came apart.

And I heard you talking to Jimmy about
a happy time, and...

I just knew right then in my heart that
I wouldn't ever have a happy time again

until I was back with you.

-Oh, Gordo.
-That's why I'm here, Trace.

I'm here to get you back.

Hell, I even told Sam.

-I'm sorry, you what?
-To his face.

I said, "I'm getting Tracy back, Sam."

Oh, God, Gordo. What did he say?

-He said--
-Goddamn it, Gordo.

Wait, wait. He said...

"Tracy is like a wild horse.

No one's ever gonna catch her."

Yeah.

Is that what you think?

I think no man, woman or beast
could ever catch you.

Unless you wanna be caught.

Catch me if you can.

I don't know if you saw the d-mail
from NASA HQ

asking about the Pathfinder
cost estimates?

I did a quick budget analysis last night,
if it's helpful.

I'd go with red.

-What?
-He likes red.

Who?

Mr. Nikulov. Your first meeting.

What does what he likes
have to do with anything?

Nothing, I suppose.

I'll get you that Pathfinder
budget analysis right away.

-Morning.
-Morning.

Nice color.

This?

Did you get a chance to review
the docking loads analysis?

I did. They seem satisfactory.

There's a new... directive from Moscow.

The politburo has determined

that the symbolism of the first handshake
is important

and that it should be exactly...

equidistant, that's the word.

Equidistant between the two spacecraft.

That way neither side is the host,
neither side is the visitor, you see?

Well, the module is exactly
3.15 meters long,

so the midpoint would be 1.575.

Yes. Here... here.

But that presents certain problems.

Look.

You be the Americans.

Now, the midpoint is there.

So-- Come on.

In theory, if you give me your hand...

Like that, so-- All seems good, no?

No. Yes.

Seems good.

But the problem is that from this position

we are blocking all views
from both Soyuz and Apollo.

I suppose.

Now, where will the camera go?
No one will see this.

No point in doing a symbol of peace
if no one can see it.

Okay.

Well--

If one side had to host...

Moscow would prefer it be
the Soviet Union.

And Washington would prefer it be Apollo.

What if we just... flip a coin?

That would be...

acceptable.

-Do you have one? Sorry.
-Yeah.

-No pockets.
-Yes. I think so.

Okay.

You call it.

Eagle.

-I'm sorry.
-Oh, yeah, hold on.

-I think it's on...
-Yeah.

Under.

Sorry, you're gonna have
to back up. I can't get...

My pants are caught.

Well, maybe I could get...

Ms. Madison--

Yes?

Ms. Madison, there is a situation
I think you need to deal with.

Excuse me.

Bill Strausser quit.
And, evidently, you're the cause.

Me? I didn't do anything.

Well, you must've done something.

"It became apparent today
after a conversation with Ms. Rosales

that I do not have
the respect of my colleagues,

and therefore I am unable to continue
in my position."

-What the hell did you say to him?
-Nothing.

What did you say to him?

I mean, okay... I did call him...

Peanut.

I should have never told you that story.

I was trying to be nice
and share a confident--

It just popped out.
I didn't think it would make him quit.

You didn't think.

Bill Strausser is a valuable member
of this team

who has given over 20 years
of loyal service to this agency,

and he does not deserve to leave
because some dumb kid shot her mouth off

and humiliated him!

Convince him to come back...

or find yourself another job.

-Excuse me?
-Aleida, I stuck my neck out for you.

-You owe me at least--
-I don't owe you a damn thing.

-Calm down.
-No, don't tell me to calm down.

You don't get to tell me anything, ever.

If you wanna fire me, go ahead.
I don't care.

I don't care.

I see.

This is what you do, isn't it?

What? Stand up for myself?

That's why you've been fired
from every job you've ever had.

Going gets rough
and Aleida gets going, right?

Fuck you.

I think you're doing
a pretty good job of that yourself.

You wanna blow this job, go right ahead.

But if you wanna be an aerospace engineer,
this is the end of the road.

And with answers ranging
in value from $100 to $500 in--

Hi.

Could I come in and--

Wait, no. I just wanna talk.

-I don't wanna talk to you.
-Just for a few minutes. Five minutes.

Please, Bill. Come on.

Yeah, all right. Come on.

Goddamn it, I missed it. I knew it.

Is that a real commlock from Space: 1999?

I gave a tour of MOCR to Barbara Bain
a few years ago,

and she sent that as a thank-you.

Is that Buzz Aldrin's glove?

I'm not giving you a tour.
What do you want?

I'm here 'cause I wanted to say...

I'm sorry.

Fine. Thanks for coming by.

So, are you gonna come back to work? Or...

Nope.

Please, Bill. Come on.
It was just one moment.

Just a dumb thing to say,
and I'll never ever say it again.

You think it's about that?

I've been dealing with this story
for almost 20 years.

You're barely at NASA a month?
You've already heard.

Do you even know
what Gemini mission it was?

What was going on
when Bill peed his pants?

-It doesn't matter.
-Yes, it does.

-Really...
-It's March 16th, 1966. Gemini 8.

That mean anything to you?

Yeah, sure.

Neil Armstrong and David Scott
started tumbling and spinning in orbit,

and they nearly blacked out.

Nearly died.

If they black out, it's over.

Now, I'm on console, about to go off duty,
and, yeah, I had to pee.

And suddenly Neil is saying
he's lost control of the spacecraft,

and it's getting worse.

And we might lose
two of the first Americans in space.

So I stayed at my post.

Even after Neil regained control.

We didn't know how badly damaged
the capsule was.

So I stayed... with everyone.

Waiting and watching

and hoping

and praying.

You know they had to reenter over China?

Yeah, we don't have
any tracking stations in China.

So when we lost their signal,
it wasn't for a few minutes.

It was an hour.

Until an air force pilot saw their chutes
deploy over Okinawa.

We got word that they splashed down,
and they were okay.

We jumped up. And we cheered.

It was the first time I'd ever been part
of a moment like that.

And I'm standing there, cheering.

And Frank Bedlow looks at me and says,

"Bill, did you pee your pants?"

People still talk about it
20 goddamn years later.

I...

was shot.

-What?
-Shotgun.

Rock salt, but
there was some bird shot in it too.

There's still some of it in my shoulder--

Look, I don't know
what you're trying to do--

Just hear me out.

Okay?

There was a time in my life where...
I didn't have anywhere to live.

Nowhere.

Occasionally I would crash
on friends' couches,

but it was mostly underpasses,
park benches. Some backyards.

Some backyards are so big, people don't
know what's going on back there anyway.

I had to eat. Obviously.

But I had no money.

So, I would...

scavenge behind restaurants for food.

There's this restaurant on Bryant Street
that had some really good stuff,

so I would go back there,

and the owner would come out,
and he would just yell at me.

"Get out of here, you wetback.

You're stinking up the neighborhood.
Get a job."

So, one day, I'm back there.

The guy comes out.
And this time... he's got a gun.

I don't even remember getting shot.

I just remember this loud noise
and being on the ground

and then just getting up and running.

Just kept running.

Stopped in the park.

And that's when I realized that...
blood was soaking my shirt.

And the left side of my body
felt like it was on fire.

Jesus.

So I went to the emergency room,
and they cleaned me up.

And I told them what happened,
and they called the police.

'Cause that's what you do
when someone gets shot.

You call the police.

But I was here illegally,
and I didn't want to talk to the police.

So I just...

left.

I left before they got
all the bird shot out.

So I still have a lot of it in there.

I have these big, ugly...

scars...

all through there.

So... I don't wear any tank tops

or bathing suits or halter tops
or any of that shit.

Nobody gets to see that.

So...

I have my own shame, Bill.

And believe me when I say that...

I'm really sorry...

I made you feel yours all over again.

Screen Actors Guild is absolutely right.

World Leaders for 200.

The answer:
Britain's first female prime minister.

Her popularity soared
after the Falklands War. Larry.

It's Margaret Thatcher.

-Who is Margaret Thatcher?
-Right.

-Let's try Hot Movies for 400.
-Needs to be in the form of a question.

Fuck you.

-You're right.
-Hot Movies for 300.

The male stars
tested their disguises for this '59 film

by visiting the studio ladies' room.
Larry.

-What is Some Like It Hot?
-Some Like It Hot. Yes.

Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis.

They must've had a lot of fun going to
the ladies' rooms dressed up that way,

but we'll talk about that
on some other show.

Right now, Larry, make a selection.

Okay. I have your tips ready.

21.50.

-Not a bad night.
-No, that's great. Thank you.

I just wanted to say...

about the other night...

-Yeah, I don't really know what happened.
-Nothing happened.

Right.

Two friends had a nice moment...

and shared a friendly kiss.

Maybe it was a little more friendly than
it should have been, but...

Yeah.

Sorry.

Don't be sorry.

We can move on.
We don't have to keep talking about it.

Right.

-Good night, Danny.
-Good night, Mrs. Baldwin.

Thought you were leaving.

I don't...

I don't know what to say.

I know we're supposed to...

forget about what happened.

But I...

I can't.

I just keep thinking about it.

Your hair...

-and your lips.
-Danny.

All I can do is think about
holding you in my arms.

Stop talking.

Stop talking.

Go lock the door.

Turn off the lights.

Come meet me downstairs.

Go. Now.

You really gonna sell this place?

Lock, stock and barrel.

Gonna be weird,
someone else owning the Outpost.

First day I ever came here,
day you had the grand opening.

Yeah?

That was a fun day.

It was a total disaster.

I remember the beer taps wouldn't work,
the toilets overflowed.

It was... a mess. But fun.

So, is it just not... fun anymore?

That's a good way to put it.

People love it though.

They do. They come in here,
and they look at the space pictures

and the space models.

Anything that has
anything to do with space.

Yeah, I see it in their faces
when they come through the door.

They look around, like,
"There any astronauts in here?"

"Did that piece of crap
really go to space?"

"Is that space crap?"

I swear I could sell actual crap.

Just a ziplock bag filled
with it, if I said it had been to space.

Yeah, I don't doubt it.

Why?

Everyone wants to go to space.

Not me. Never have.

Well, everyone but you.

But... most people never will.

So coming here, buying some goofy trinket

is the closest they'll ever come
to the real thing.

Till NASA starts selling tickets.

NASA's never gonna do that.

They would never
sell tickets to space, right?

I highly doubt it.

Someone will.

And they're gonna make a killing.

Karen.

You called me Karen.

I love you.

No, you don't, Danny. No, you don't.

-Yes, I do.
-No, you don't.

I... I love you, Karen.

Okay. Let's get a grip here.

You're all that I think about.

No.

-I've been in love with you for years now.
-What? No. That's not what this is.

-Yeah.
-No, no, no.

I'll leave the academy.
We can find a place to live in the city.

What?

Danny, that's not what this is.

This is not love.

-It's not going any further.
-What?

-I thought we just had--
-We had a really great time.

We did. It was really, really great, okay?

And it was something
that we both wanted and needed maybe.

I don't...

I mean, I know I wanted it.
And I needed it.

And so I did it.

And it was great.

Hey. You were great.

You were great, sweetie.

But it's over.

-No.
-It's over.

-It doesn't have to be.
-Yes, it does.

-Why?
-Because I said so, okay?

It's over. Get dressed.

Just-- You should leave
out the back door, all right?

Just lock it behind you
like you're the last one that was here.

And I'll leave later on.

Just get in your car and you drive home.

Call in sick tomorrow though.

And you leave for the academy
at the end of the week anyway.

Don't worry. I'll get you
your last week's paycheck.

I don't care about any of that.

About-face.

That's an order.

Don't turn back. Just go.

Oh, my God.

357 Bravo, LSAM 2,

I am five minutes out
with your relief crew.

Copy that, LSAM 2.

Looking forward to some hot chow
and a shower.

Captain Stevens,
you ready for some stick time?

Roger that.

All right. Switching to PLT.
You have the vehicle.

A lot of lag in the RCS thrusters.

Man, she does not respond
like she used to.

Okay, boys and girls, please return
your tray tables and your seat backs

to their upright and locked positions.

Next mining crew is set to arrive
at 1130 hours to start.

-Movement.
-What?

Where?

Ten o'clock. I saw something flash
at the top of that ridge.

Are you sure?
I don't see movement anywhere up there.

Wait. Got it.

We got company.

Wilhelm, hold the fort.

Webster, Lopez, come with me.

Houston, MARDET actual.

We've got unfriendlies
on the ridge over 357 Bravo.

Heading up to check it out.

Copy that. Approach with caution.

Once you have them in your sight, attempt
to contact on their radio frequency.

Will comply, Houston.

Heads up, eyes open. Spread out.

Clear on the right.

Webster, cover left.

Roger left. Holding.

Moving.

Left is clear. Crossing right.

Gotcha. Taking left flank.

Still nothing.

Houston. Contact, front.

What've you got?

I see two cosmonauts
working on some kind of equipment.

They haven't spotted us yet.

Lopez, you see any more of them?

Negative, skipper. Just these two.

Houston, your call.

MARDET 1,
switch to Russian communication frequency

and order them to vacate immediately.

Wilco.

Webster, take point.

Get on their freq
and tell these guys to get lost.

Lopez, keep her covered.

Roger.

Switching frequencies.

Attention Soviet Cosmonauts.

This area is claimed
by the United States government.

They're moving.

I got 'em.

Stay cool, guys.

I don't like this. What's he doing?

What's in that case? Is that a gun?

Stop! Step away from the case.

Shots fired. Shots fired.

Enemy down.

You, stay away from the case.

Shit. Go, go, go.

Goddamn it.

MARDET 1, Houston.

MARDET 1, sitrep.

Houston, two hostiles down.
And it's bad.

Wait one.

Jesus. This guy's on fire.

Holy shit.

Jesus. What do I do?

Hold on, buddy.

You got a hole in your suit,
but we're gonna patch you up.

Webster, Lopez. Sound off.

-I'm good.
-I'm good.

Breathe, buddy, breathe.
You're gonna be okay.

-Stevens?
-Copy, Vance.

This guy needs a medevac, ASAP.

Fuck me.

We're on the ridge.
About 300 meters in from the crest.

Copy your position. Be there in a flash.

Webster, secure their weapons.

Aye, aye.

MARDET 1, Houston. What's your situation?

I say again, MARDET 1. Houston.
Request status update.

Houston, MARDET actual.

Site is secure.

We have two enemy casualties.
One dead, one wounded.

Medevac inbound.

Get the White House.

Jesus. Skipper.

What is it?

There are no weapons.

Then what were they reaching for?

Oh, my God.