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Have you ever looked up at the night sky and dreamed of flying to another planet,

sitting on top of a thundering rocket as the Earth fell away beneath you?

If there were no other reasons than to go into space

the awesome challenge would have been enough.

It's part of why we went to Mars.

Some say the high cost of our mission would have been better spent at home.

Thousands of causes are more worthy than mapping Mars's polar icecaps.

I understand the concerns

but I also see advances from our mission benefiting everyone on Earth.

One thing's for certain, though.

Just the thrill of what we did can galvanize

an entire generation of explorers and scientists.

And think what they might be able to accomplish.

After decades of research,

$400 billion and two years since lifting off from Earth

the first manned mission to Mars is about to come home.

Now, all activity here on Earth has come to a virtual halt.

Much as it did when the Wayfarer's commander, Scott Keller

took his first historic step on the Red Planet nearly one year ago.

Twenty-four months ago, the two-man, two-woman

Mr. Ortiz, Mr. O'Neill, we're about ready for

In less than one hour, its descent slowed by three giant parachutes

the Wayfarer capsule will triumphantly glide into the Atlantic Ocean

its 80-million-mile roundtrip voyage complete.

Represented by the world's four preeminent space programs

the Mars mission symbolizes a global cooperative commitment

to learning more about our planet as well as the rest of the solar system.

Lead by American Commander, Scott Keller

the Wayfarer team has now spent three straight years together.

After being selected from hundreds of highly qualified astronauts and scientists

the crew endured one year of rigorous training in Houston and Florida

before taking off on their historical voyage.

The world awaits for the Wayfarer crew to emerge

- from their capsule with answers - Jonathan, are you looking?

To the mysteries about the Red Planet which have intrigued scientists

as well as laymen for hundreds of years.

Now, if you look up into the sky

This re-growth is spectacular, Nathan

but shouldn't we be getting back?

There's one more slope of the reef I want to see.

I think it's what you don't want to see that's keeping you out here.

Your professional opinion is I can't stop history just by avoiding it?

I think that's the way it works, yes.

All right. All right, let's go back.

That reef has grown all the way back. There is life everywhere.

People have done a terrific job.

Many fish. Good food.

Oh, yeah? Everybody's got their own agenda.

I suppose we better go and see how your friend is getting on.

I suppose.

The world's in love with space travel again. There goes our funding.

They'll trade living reefs for a few alien rocks.

The pendulum swings both ways. It'll come back again.

- Mr. O'Neill. - Here, Captain.

- What do you say we listen in on my old friend, Scott. - Aye, sir.

Tapping into secure transmission.

Roger, Mission Control. Beginning deorbit burn-flight route.

Corning back at you, 16804429.

I've reloaded new coordinates. We match perfectly.

- You copy, Houston? - Roger. You guys look sweet

on a cross-range re-entry at 938 miles.

We're showing AV Bay Fan Alpha hot. See what you can do.

Roger, Mission Control. AV Fan Alpha switched off.

Speed, 17,000 miles per hour.

We're captured by atmosphere, 0.05 gravity and building.

The orbit angle of attack, minus 0.35 degrees.

We're beginning ionized burn.

Nice flying, Scott. We've got a circuit breaker on R-7.

We'd like you to push back in.

I see it, Houston. Freon loop on Bravo engaged.

Engaging Bravo. That's a roger.

Got a problem here, Scott.

- Stuck thrust on four. - Re-engage.

- No response. - Stabilize. - Too late!

- Houston, we're tumbling. - No response at stick.

- Shutting down thermal hydraulics. - Switching to rate gyros.

- Inertial platform engaged. - Talk to me, Wayfarer.

Come on, Scott-man. Pull her out.

Eight ball's gone crazy!

We're losing control authority.

We've lost you on our screens, Wayfarer.

Do you copy? Come in, Wayfarer.

Scott, are you there? Scott?

As a matter of fact, we're told everything is going A-okay.

The 21st century.

Mankind has colonized the last unexplored region on Earth: the ocean.

As captain of the seaQuest and its crew, we are its guardians.

For beneath the surface lies the future.

We're not getting any concrete information from Space Command yet

but I've got to speculate that Wayfarer's crew is dead.

I don't know how to put into words what I'm feeling at this moment.

To have such a triumph turn so quickly into tragedy.

- We're standing by for further - Ready, Mr. O'Neill?

- Aye, sir, on screen. - How bad is it, Bill?

Cmdr. Keller got some semblance of control 30 miles up.

- We estimate they hit at six times the safe velocity. - Where?

They crashed in the Andaman Sea off Burma. That's why I'm calling you.

That'll take us 10 hours to get there. Why don't you send some jet copters?

The capsule sank on impact.

We don't know exactly where or how deep

but we have reason to believe that some of them are still alive.

A signal buoy popped to the surface 1O minutes ago.

It's attached to the capsule by wire and can only be activated manually.

Nathan, we have no recovery assets in the area.

- We'll plot a course immediately. Prepare to get underway. - Aye, sir.

Nathan, you'll be entering Montagnard Confederation waters.

- You'll have to go on military alert. - Why?

What, we'll radio ahead. It's a rescue mission.

- Ah, Capt. Bridger. - Mr. President.

Captain, I'm sure you're aware of Southeast Asia's bitter war

over ocean-floor mineral rights.

Every vessel passing through the area gets fired on by one side or the other.

- We're prepared for that. - I've received assurances by all sides

that no one will stand in your way

but this is now a military recovery.

Sir, with all due respect, our mission

Your vessel's been loaned to me for the next 10 hours.

Hell, it was our tax dollars that built you.

- There were some private grants. - Just do it my way.

- Any questions? - No, sir.

I've given the United States my assurance.

Thank you for your kind advice, gentlemen.

Why must you always be so hardlined, Tran?

Mr. President, I do not trust the United States.

It's a new world, Tran. You must wake up to that.

As young boys, even living in different countries

we shared the same experience.

The Americans tell us they will leave in two years. They mean 20.

They say two hours. They mean two years.

I promised not to impede their search.

Hardly an invitation to colonialism.

Without overtly interfering, I'd like to find the capsule first.

But why, Mr. President?

It's time the Montagnards made headlines

without death and destruction as the banner.

Now, go and rescue the astronauts.

Yes, sir.

Okay, people, what do we have?

Well, we got a rough idea of where the capsule went down.

GPS satellite has it in the mid Andaman Sea, right in the middle of a war zone.

They're drifting due west in the Indian countercurrent at 5 knots.

- Intercept course already plotted. - Make way, full speed.

We do still have teams out studying the reef.

We'll send a launch out until we return. Prepare the hyperbaric chamber.

We'll have to put those core samples into quarantine.

- Lt. Krieg? - Yes, sir.

You're going to be in charge of the rescue effort.

- Check with medical on supplies. - Right away.

- Lt. O'Neill? - The Wayfarer's backup radio has a sub-surface capability.

High frequency, narrow band, short range.

I could deploy the WSKRS in a curved hydrophone array. If we stack the signals.

Give it a shot once we get further up the Sumatra coastline.

- And bone up on your Montagnard dialects. - Aye, sir.

- Darwin help. - Yes.

We have a long way to travel, but I have no doubt that you will.

Chief.

As of this moment, we are on military alert.

Aye, Captain. Hold it, private.

Bring your teams to Full Alert.

- Cap torpedo one to full charge. - Aye, sir.

All stations ready at Full Tactical Alert.

Captain, I've got the Wayfarer.

I know somebody's listening, so pick up the phone.

This is command capsule Wayfarer calling anybody who's out there.

Wayfarer, we read you. Your signal sounds like you're underwater.

Yeah, that's funny you should mention that.

You have a very familiar voice.

It's Nathan Bridger, Scott.

Oh, God.

Don't tell me we crashed near your island hideaway?

- I'm on the seaQuest now. - What happened?

It break down, they had to bring you back to fix it?

Well, under the circumstances, I don't think you have much to crow about.

What are you talking about?

Eighty million miles, this is our first little fender bender.

I bet you run into things with that submarine of yours all the time.

- Nice to hear your voice, Scott. - Well, likewise, Nathan.

- Tell me you're close by. - I can't.

- We're about eight hours away. - Oh, boy.

- Where's everybody else? - We're it.

What's your status?

Petrovich's got a lot of broken bones.

The rest of us are banged up pretty good, too.

We got a slow leak and this water's getting awful cold.

Great, just give us the details.

We're about 4O feet deep.

Flotation collar only partially deployed.

It's all that's keeping us from going to the bottom.

I'm in your world now, Nathan. You got any ideas?

You could bleed some of your pressurized air into the cabin.

- It'll keep the water from seeping in. - And when we run out?

- I'll rescue you. - Yeah.

- And never let me live it down? - Not a chance.

Now listen carefully. I want to put some of my people on.

Wait a minute. Before you go,

- what's the security clearance on your crew? - You can speak freely.

Well, we took a lot of geologic core samples all over the Martian surface.

Of course. Any signs of life?

In a big way. Yuwenia Bentleyi.

- Lucas, what is Mars? - It's another planet.

It's kind of like a new island.

- How far is island Mars? - Too far for you to swim. That's for sure.

About a $100 trillion away.

We're a fine pair of scientists, aren't we?

Life is discovered on another planet, and we're both miserable.

What's your excuse?

I remember seeing you on TV years ago.

- You saw me on TV? - Mmm-hmm.

Lobbying the Appropriations Committee to try and finish building seaQuest

and you nearly lost to Space Command.

There was one senator who wanted to build an orbiting brewery.

Futurists.

It was a bad day all around.

I remember, after the testimony, Carol and I went out to dinner

just to be alone, get away from it all

and that was the night we got the call

that our son, Robert, had been killed in action.

I never went back to that shipyard.

Let me show you what your friend Scott found.

Meet Yuwenia Bentleyi.

- Sounds like a ballerina. - Yeah, but she's a snail.

No, she's a primeval earth mollusk.

I assume that your friend found fossils of similar creatures.

I figured he'd find algae or other microorganisms.

This kind of evolution proves that there was water on ancient Mars

for a considerable period of time.

You gotta hand it to him, Scott.

Bridge, what the hell's going on here.

Reverse engines! Still determining, Captain.

Contact lost with lead WSKR, sir.

- Freeze WSKRS, Mr. Ortiz. - Frozen, sir. All-stop on EVAs.

- All stop on main drive. - It's a minefield, Captain.

We're in the middle of a minefield.

Sub-surface mines. The bottom's freshly disturbed.

- Somebody just buried them. - Who?

An unidentified submersible is leaving the other side of the minefield.

- No acoustical match to our library. - Keep track of him as best you can.

Cap, those are KSL-8 anti-submarine detonators.

- They're pressure-wake activated. - Who uses those in this area?

- Everybody. - Captain.

- Should I put divers out to disarm the mines? - No, we'll just lose time that way.

- We can back away and re-route north. - No.

The shortest distance between two points.

We'll have to make sacrifices to clear the minefield

starting with the WSKRS.

Now, now, we'll buy you new toys once you get to Pearl.

- Yes, sir. - Here's what we're going to do.

We're going to send a WSKR out, blow up the minefield

- and then move forward behind it. - Captain?

Cmdr. Keller.

Go ahead, Cmdr. Keller. You're patched in.

- How you doing, Nathan? - Great. How are you, pal?

This pressurized air business is slowing the water down, but it's a losing battle.

Well, if it looks like you're going to sink,

abandon the capsule. We'll find you topside.

I can't move Petrovich, and I'm not gonna leave him.

Besides, we haven't felt Earth's gravity for two years.

Muscle atrophy would leave them too weak to free swim to the surface.

I'll go and speak to him.

I'll drive faster, Scott.

Commander, Dr. Westphalen. Tell me a little about your condition.

- Any signs of nitrogen narcosis? - None.

- Good. Hypothermia? - Water temperature's dropping rapidly.

All right, here's what I want you to do.

- We're through the minefield. - Any WSKRS left? - No, sir.

- How are you holding up? - I'm all right, sir.

They died a good death. We're in open water.

Let's dive into the nearest trench. Take us off the map.

Then, you two are gonna come out of that trench in a launch

carrying about 200 feet of reflective streamers.

We're gonna make a really big signature.

So anybody tracking us will think we're the seaQuest?

- Yes, exactly. - Got you, Captain.

Now, you can play havoc with their 12-mile limit if you want to

but just buy me time so we can slip out.

- Yes, sir. - Aye, sir.

Any luck?

Well, I made it all the way through to the Montagnard president's summer home

and, nearest I can figure it, why should they talk to you

when they can scream at our president?

Tell them, if they want to skip the middleman

- we can clear up this disagreement. - Aye, sir.

This isn't my best language.

- Just don't insult their grandmothers. - Aye, Captain.

Please, you're out of your mind. I don't agree with you at all.

What are you talking about? We command the 2 most modern ships ever built.

I don't know about you, but the older I get

the more I measure my accomplishments by how much they cost.

Yeah, well, you're talking families and normal lives.

- Ambition eats those for breakfast. - No, I'm talking cold, hard cash.

- Well, here we go again. - Look,

I applaud your finding life on Mars

but you always knew it was there.

The building blocks are universal, and atoms do tend to combine.

- Trophy to prove a thesis. - What are you doing down here in the ocean?

You go out, find little critters, put them in a jar,

hold them up to the light and you go, "Whoopee! Neat!"

Them little critters have great implications for mankind.

So do the little critters on Mars. Only you have to go out there to find them.

I know what kind of life you're really dreaming about finding

but until we learn to travel at the speed of light

Yeah, I know. It's all one spectacular waste of money.

$400 billion for a snail.

Nathan, if the world is captivated by it

they'll allocate the funds for more research.

- He wants more. - Hey, Nathan, if you don't rescue me,

you're gonna lose your major competition for taxpayer dollars.

Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind, Scott-man.

It's getting ugly here, Jonathan.

We've got nine ships following us around,

and everybody's targeting everybody else.

Just another half-hour, Katie. Keep up the good work.

SeaQuest out.

You know, my father fought alongside the Montagnards in Vietnam.

- Those are some tough people. - Smart, too.

Looks like a few of them aren't chasing us anymore.

Well, why don't we cross over their 12-mile limit

and see if we can't get them interested again, Commander?

You got it, Chief.

We've got their signal buoy locked in at 3O miles,

but, without WSKRS, we can't pinpoint the capsule itself until we're closer.

Steam on in, fellows.

We got a nice little indoor swimming hole here.

Hang in, Scott. We're almost there.

Release the rescue launch.

Roger, Commander. Rescue launch on the move.

I can't wait to talk to these guys.

Damn. Forgot my camera.

I mean, they lived on Mars for a month.

- We lived down here for longer than that. - Not the same.

No, I agree. You can hardly compare hurtling through space in a closet

with building a livable habitat underwater.

The whole of my professional life is at the end of a funding yo-yo,

and I sense the money that I need to complete my work going elsewhere.

Tell you what. When we get to the capsule

what do you say we mess with their snail samples?

- In what way? - I don't know.

Make escargot.

Unidentified sub approaching at 18 degrees, sir.

- Is it the one that laid the mines? - Hard to tell.

They're putting out a lot of extra noise.

They don't care if we know where they are so long as we don't know who they are.

Target solution on the intruder. Lock in and flood all tubes.

The seaQuest beat us there.

Mr. President, they are aiming at our rescue sub.

Well, we gave it a good try.

Be supportive in any way we can.

They're turning, sir. Showing tail.

Stand down from targeting sweep.

- Nice job. - Thank you, sir.

- SeaQuest, we got trouble here. - What is it, Lieutenant?

We found Wayfarer's signal buoy on the surface, sir

but it's not attached to anything. There's no capsule here.

What's he talking about, Nathan? Where the hell are you?

In the wrong place, Scott.

- Commander. - Something's locked onto us.

- Torpedo dead ahead. - Evasive maneuvers! Chief.

What do you mean, "it broke off"?

The currents in this area are westward, and that's the way the beacon went.

- And that's what we followed. - Then where the hell am I?

Cmdr. Ford here. There's a freak sub-surface current

running in the opposite direction. You were swept up in that.

- Are you sure? - We're locked onto your radio signal now.

You're on our navigation screens, and you're 120 miles away.

You want to tell me about negative buoyancy again?

This won't happen.

Don't make any more promises you can't keep, Nathan.

I've got three of the bravest people here. They've been to Mars and back.

Now, don't you let them die in your dinky little saltwater pond.

Just keep broadcasting, Scott. Forty minutes.

Captain, there's been no signal from Cmdr. Hitchcock or Chief Crocker

since the launch went down and they were inside Montagnard territory.

- Have the UEO send out search choppers right away. - Yes, sir.

SeaQuest calling UEO command.

I don't care if you have to burn down the Engine Room and melt the drive train.

Get this boat to those astronauts.

I know you have problems I don't understand

but I was told those astronauts would be safe by now.

Mr. President, Capt. Bridger has already explained about the sub-surface currents.

I'm not interested in explanations.

I assumed that you would take these things into consideration.

And what the hell was that decoy stunt into Montagnard territory?

I'm in the middle of a tactical maneuver. There are lives at stake.

That's what dictates my actions.

Don't give me attitude, Captain.

The question is, does your dislike of the space program play a part in this?

Come on, you jerks!

- Lucas! - I'm sorry, Captain.

I was just flipping through the communications band.

- I thought this is a secure channel. - It is, sir.

That's the Wolenczak boy I've been telling you about.

How can they possibly think you screwed up on purpose?

Lucas, thank you. That's enough.

Mr. President, I'll pretend the question wasn't asked.

I'm sorry, Captain. We'll let you get back to your work.

Thank you.

So what do you think?

- Sir? - The beacon.

Am I so petty that I refused to anticipate something going wrong?

Come on, Jonathan. Level with me.

Do you doubt yourself because others do or because you do?

I know I'm not perfect, and today it really worries me.

Then I think you already know the answer to that question.

If you'd deliberately left your friend out there to die

you wouldn't have the courage to ask yourself that.

Thanks.

Okay, let's nail this puppy down.

There are 3 Montagnard anti-submarine ships dead ahead on the surface.

- Our present course will take us directly beneath them. - I know that.

Tell me about the submarine.

There's too much extra noise to make a positive ID

but I'm guessing she's a German-made Santa Rosa attack

- or an Italian Torino class. - How fast is she moving?

- Well within either's range. - Depth?

Both boats can go that deep.

- Retreat path? - Due east towards the coast.

Dove into a trench.

Just as if she knew her way around, huh?

Like a Montagnard would. And they buy Santa Rosas.

Captain, Montagnard President Hoi Chi.

Thank you for taking our call, Mr. President.

Your lieutenant intimated trouble if I didn't.

I think we already have that, sir.

Despite what your president intended steaming around like a colonial power

only inflames my enemies.

I apologize for our behavior.

We should never have been on military alert.

And how does your hindsight explain breaching our 12-mile limit

with a sea launch?

My responsibility as well, born of circumstance.

What could possibly motivate you to breech international law?

Sir, are you aware of an unidentified submarine dogging our progress?

- My military keeps me informed. - It's your vessel, sir.

They're planting mines in front of us.

They've charged us aggressively more than once.

Should that prove true, Captain, then I would be one to apologize.

What does it matter now? You have your astronauts. Why not leave our waters?

I don't have them, sir. They're drifting towards your shore

and their time is running out, and I need to know that you won't interfere.

- I can't allow it. - Are you threatening me?

I'm informing you.

It's been a painful day for all of us

but I can offer you a small reprieve.

- Chief. - Commander.

They're fortunate. Only minor injuries

and they will be my guests until you send for them.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Mr. President, it was the only way to slow them down.

You do not make policy!

Mr. President, you wanted a public-relations coup.

I tried to give it to you.

All right, maybe there's still a chance.

- Where is your submarine? - Heading east, ahead of the seaQuest.

Mr. President, we should be very close to the capsule now.

If we can rescue them first, no one will remember what happened before

but, General Tran, do not interfere with seaQuest.

If she's there first, back off.

ETA, 20 minutes to Wayfarer.

Cmdr. Keller says they're starting to sink, sir.

- We gotta push it. - I'm over specs now.

Unless you mix helium into your space suits, oxygen toxicity is inevitable.

So we got air, but it's gonna kill us if we drop below 300 feet.

That's about the size of it, Commander.

Popping to the surface is out of the question now, right?

An uncontrolled ascent would cause an embolism to the brain.

The bends.

You got a lot of ways to die down here.

Any more you'd like to tell me about?

Unidentified torpedo targeting us head on from 7 miles away.

We're traveling towards it at 3 miles a minute.

- Evasive maneuvers? - Negative. Maintain course and speed.

Mr. Ortiz, hone in on our torpedo's frequency.

- Prepare countermeasures. - Countermeasures.

This is Lt. Krieg. We are under attack.

Brace for collision. Prepare to crash dive.

Incoming torpedo at 4 miles, Captain.

Countermeasure loaded and ready in Tube 1.

- Break it down for me, Mr. Ortiz. - Three miles and still closing.

Two miles. One and a half, sir.

Twenty seconds to impact.

- One mile. - Fire.

Fire!

- Trailing torpedoes, sir. Half-mile - Crash dive.

Dive! Dive!

Second torpedo clear. One to go.

No airtight breach, but they got a piece of rudder and propulsion.

Our speed's plummeting.

Continue on with whatever we've got.

Commence repairs immediately.

Scott, you still there?

Listen, we're dropping. The water's rising.

When I put on my helmet, we cannot talk anymore.

I'm sorry about before.

I always get a little cranky after a long trip.

I'm sorry, too.

Well, I know you did the best you could

so don't you carry this around with you when it's over.

Okay? Did I tell you that Marcy had a baby?

No. Well, congratulations, Grandpa.

Claire Mars.

Born two days after we landed on the Red Planet.

I've never seen her in person.

I kind of hate the idea of her growing up

without someone from our generation getting in her face.

- Don't worry. I'll find her. - Thanks.

One other thing I have to ask you.

Nathan, this is gonna be a little harder for you.

You don't even have to ask.

The core samples will get to Space Command. Don't worry.

Okay.

Did I ever tell you why I chose the space program?

No, Why?

Because I knew it would be the only way I could get above you.

Steady as she goes, Scott.

I'll see you around, Nathan.

Faster, damn it.

Mr. Ortiz.

Adjust two degrees starboard. Descend to 330 feet.

Adjusting 2 degrees starboard, descending to 330 feet.

What's the point? They're past the depth for oxygen toxicity.

- He knows, Doctor. - Lt. Krieg?

I'm right behind the probe, Captain. I can see its taillights.

There it is.

Something's different. Check the schematics.

It's gone. The compartment holding the Martian core samples is gone.

What? Where is it?

- Maybe it broke loose during re-entry. - Or on impact.

I don't care about that now, people.

The hatch was blown from the inside, sir.

They did the only thing they could, tried to swim to the surface.

Their own air was choking them.

I would've done the same thing.

Our search crews are out.

The Montagnards are helping on the surface but, so far,

no bodies have been found.

I am sorry about the astronauts,

but the priority now is the core samples.

They represent the efforts of 10,000 scientists.

Yes, sir. I'll be finding them for one in particular.

Sir, the compartment could've broken loose at any point during re-entry.

We can work backward from the point of splashdown

but it's still a needle in a haystack.

We'll have to fine-tune our equipment down to the scale of a container.

I don't know if side-scan sonar will pick up an object that small

- without WSKR enhancement. - Ultramafic rock.

Sorry, I was just thinking out loud.

Captain, really, we are quite busy here.

Sir, I'd like to hear what he has to say.

Didn't Wayfarer take a couple of core samples from the Tharsis Bulge?

- Yes. - One from Mars' biggest volcano

Olympus Mons, and one from a huge meteor strike near the equator.

- Ultramafic rock. - It's loaded with magnetic minerals.

If you calibrate a magnetometer for the dense material

the samples will show up on the ocean floor like a beacon.

Good work, son.

Okay, we'll put all the magnetometers we have on the launches and Sea Crabs.

- Coordinate the search. Tight-grid pattern. - Done.

Come on, smarty-pants.

Let's turn the boat around, and we'll retrace the capsule's drift pattern.

Aye, sir.

Captain?

I'm all right.

- Mr. President. - Commander.

I understand we rescued you just in time.

- You're in my will. - No, no.

Just include me in your book, favorably, of course.

- No other way, sir. - Mr. President.

Can you hold off notifying the seaQuest and space command for a little while?

Why? They should know their people are safe.

Let me take them to a hospital, cover our bases.

Mr. President, I need one hour.

Commander, I leave you in good hands.

Commander, where are the core samples you took on Mars?

- When we reached you, they were gone. - You're kidding?

Not in my repertoire.

- Where are they? - I don't know.

That container can't be opened except under quarantine conditions.

I will not presume. lam a businessman, Commander.

Ransom?

Ultimately it will be called a finder's fee.

- Seven-figure finder's fee, huh? - Maybe eight.

I knew your sub couldn't be seaQuest. They were too far away.

So I blew the explosive bolts and jettisoned the container.

So it sank at the point where we saved your lives?

- Yeah. - Thank you, Commander.

You are a hero.

Keep them in the infirmary until I notify you.

Incommunicado.

All right, here we go.

Krieg says that the core samples are in a case wedged down in the ravine.

Well, Schwartz and Vosko have passive flotation lifts for either end.

Well, don't detach them until we've checked the case.

If it's leaking, we'll have to quarantine the whole area before moving it.

Understood. Let's go!

I am sorry about Scott, Nathan.

I'm sure he'd be very glad that you're personally doing this.

I owe him that. I owe him a lot more.

How so?

Well, for 3O years, we challenged each other, goaded each other.

The irony is that one of the reasons I built this tub was to stay ahead of him.

I wonder how much of you he took with him to Mars.

- Bridger ready? - Yes, you know what you have to do?

- Darwin understand. - All right.

Try and keep it steady.

What I wouldn't give to examine these core samples.

You want to open it here or wait until we get to seaQuest?

Movement at 9 o'clock.

Divers. Arm your weapons.

No. No, don't provoke them. Just wait, all right?

- Attaway, pal. - All right, Darwin.

- Now, Commander. Take them. - You men take either flank.

Thank you, my friend.

Let's go.

You're going to kill us, aren't you?

The mountain road that leads to the hospital is a very treacherous one.

I wish you good luck.

Perhaps you would feel better if I drove

but I'll be too busy with the court martial.

I'm deeply disappointed in you, Tran.

After all these years

to put your greed over the half-billion people in our Confederation.

Those are UEO officers.

They will escort you and your crew to the seaQuest.

My contrition is feeble

but heartfelt, Commander.

They're safe, Captain, and I owe you an apology.

Accepted, Mr. President.

Once the astronauts are safely aboard

I'll have my navy escort you to international waters.

Since it was your efforts that resulted in the Wayfarer's rescue

I wondered if you wouldn't mind hosting the press conference

announcing their safe return?

My people would consider it an honor, sir.

We'll patch them up and send them on.

I promise you. You'll have access to everything we've brought back from Mars.

The man's a saint, even though he is in the wrong profession.

I'll have her up on my next mission. You watch.

- You're looking much better. - Well, better than my crew,

- but I'm told they're gonna be fine. - No more torpedoes?

No more torpedoes. Things are looking up.

- I don't believe it. - You've been away two years.

- This is Darwin. - Hello, Darwin.

Scott-man.

This is what you spend all your money on?

Dollar for dollar, he's better than a Martian.

God, look at me.

I got the most important press conference of all time waiting

and I'm in a wheelchair, in my bathrobe, and you had to rescue me.

Hey, I'll let you do all the talking.

- Thanks, Nathan. - My pleasure.

Welcome home.

Hello, I'm Bob Ballard from the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution.

Research carried out in space not only investigates other planets

it tells us a great deal about Earth.

In August of 1992, the TOPEXIPoseidon satellite

was launched into orbit, circling Earth every 112 minutes

at an altitude of 850 miles.

Using a radar altimeter, this satellite is now mapping

the great mountain ranges beneath the sea.

Join us on the next exciting episode of seaQuest DSV.