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DR NICHOLAS RUSH:
Destiny...

The Design is clearly Ancient,

launched hundreds of thousands
of years ago.

LIEUTENANT SCOTT:
Where the hell are we?

Several billion
light years from home.

SCOTT:
We are on a ship,

but we have no idea where we are
in relation to Earth.

RUSH: This ship could be
the most important discovery

mankind has made
since the Stargate itself.

COLONEL YOUNG:
These are the wrong people,

in the wrong place.

SCOTT:
We've got a lot of wounded.

We need to get home.

RUSH: We barely have
enough power

to operate the main systems.

This ship simply doesn't have
the capability to dial Earth.

Could you please
stop people running around,

activating every bloody system
they can get their hands on?

I will.

Our reserves are gone.

All of our power...
is gone.

Our trajectory has changed.

What are you
talking about, Rush?

Lieutenant,

what the hell's
he talking about?

Ronald Greer.

I can't think of a better way
to move on from...

from this world into the next,
or whatever comes,

than to fly into
the most powerful thing

in all creation--

A star.

[scoffs, chuckling]

Out in a blaze of glory.

I like that.

That's beautiful.

"Light"

[crowd murmuring]

Everyone here?

All here, sir.

If I could
have your attention?

[murmuring fades]

You've all heard
about our situation.

It sucks.

I'm going to repeat the facts
so that we are all clear.

In just over a day,
this ship will fly into a star.

Now, we have no power
to change its course.

We have no idea
how to steer the ship,

even if we did.

We are having
another bad day.

So here's what
we're going to do.

We have
a working shuttle.

We think there are
three planets out there

that might be
habitable.

Now, we think--

We believe
that it's no coincidence

that Destiny dropped out of FTL
in this solar system,

to give us a chance.

Now, once we know
for sure

that there is a planet
out there for us,

we are going
to have a lottery.

[murmur
ripples through crowd]

We will draw the names
of 15 people--

15?

[murmuring grows]

The shuttle can hold
twice that many.

Not once it's been
loaded up with supplies.

Besides, there's only
life support for 17, max.

You said 15.

I will be choosing
two of the people myself--

Two people with
the necessary skills

to fly the shuttle
and survive on the planet.

Yeah, I bet I can guess
who they are!

Yeah.

I'll be taking my name
out of the lottery.

Anyone who wants to join me,
keep talking.

We're still several hours
away from knowing

if the first two
are even habitable,

so I suggest you all
go back to your quarters

and wait it out.

That's all I have for now.

[buzz of many conversations]

What?

You should pick everyone
who goes on that shuttle.

It's the responsible
thing to do...

And you should
include yourself.

If they're going to survive,
they'll need leadership.

And an HR lady, I'm guessing.

I am not above that.

I would want you
to consider me, yes.

I would want you
to consider everyone

who could contribute
to their survival.

I think you should
do your job

and make the choices
you need to make.

It wouldn't be very fair.

It would be more unfair
to send the wrong people--

We're all
the wrong people!

These are
the wrong people.

That's up to you.

Wow.

Okay...

Okay, who goes?

Other than
you and me, I mean...

Or haven't you given it
much thought?

We can come up
with a short list.

Factor in skills
and strengths

to increase
their chances of surviving.

Take age and sex
into consideration--

How 'bout just
the people we like?

That's not
what I'm saying--

You need to leave.

Handpicking just
two of them

- is a cop out, and you know it--
- And by that I mean get out now,

Or I'm going to take
your name out of the lottery.

I may just anyway.

Please don't.

Eli!

God, you didn't even
set your alarm.

Eli!

[groans]

I don't have time
for this.

I thought you had
an interview today.

They canceled.

I was up all night.

Playing those
stupid games.

They canceled,
or you canceled?

Seriously, Mom...

It's not my skill set.

Nothing is.

I'm late.

We'll talk
about it later.

[slamming door echoes]

[whispers]: Damn it.

I'm just hoping
to find a planet,

grow some food.

Not that I know a damn thing
about farming.

You sound pretty sure
we're both going.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe I am.

Has he told you

we're the two
he's picked?

No, it's just
obvious.

How?

There's only two
qualified pilots

on the ship,
me and the Colonel.

He took himself
out, so...

Yeah, well, that explains you.

Why me?

Come on, Chloe,
he has to pick you.

Why?

You're the daughter
of a U.S. Senator.

He's probably been ordered to.

Being a senator's daughter

isn't going to help anyone
survive on that planet.

And I think the Colonel's
the kind of man

who makes
his own decisions.

I'm not
one of the two, Matt.

At least,
I shouldn't be.

I don't even know
if I want to be.

Don't say that.

There's still
a chance

that I'll get chosen
in the lottery...

But if I don't,
I want you to know that...

I have probably felt
closer to you

in these past few days

than I have ever felt
to anybody.

- So if this is goodbye--
- It's not.

It might be.

I'm glad
he's going to pick you.

I want you there.

Yeah, well...

What are the odds?

One in five, one in six?

Something like that.

Well, we'll see.

So how are you going
to get the thing off the ship?

With the remote...

When the shuttle takes off.

We might even get
one last look at the Destiny

from the outside
before it gets out of range.

So...

What are you guys
doing here?

We heard about
your message in a bottle.

It started out
as a documentary, actually.

Well, um...

We want to
be part of it.

Figured you'd be busy.

Eli, you realize the odds
of anybody finding a kino

- out here--
- Probably nil, I know.

Let's do it anyway.

Let's do
something.

Let's leave something
of ourselves behind.

[sighs heavily]

So who's first?

So, I... Okay.

I'm Chloe Armstrong.

I'm 23, and, um...

I just want to say
that my father gave his life

so that all of us could survive
another day,

and we did.

[chuckles wryly]

Another day.

Sorry,
you radioed me?

Uh, yes, um...

The first planet is too cold.

Frozen methane.

The second is too hot.

The third...

Well, that happens to be
behind the star at the moment.

Too far away
to determine habitability.

When will we know?

It doesn't matter.

We don't have any choice.

We're going to have
to launch the shuttle

before we can get
close enough.

The odds are good, though.

Its orbit is
in between the other two.

The Goldilocks Zone,
they call it.

Not too hot
and not too cold.

Yes. Just right.

What if we used the engines
from the shuttle

to push the Destiny
off course?

That's a good thought,
but, um...

I'm afraid I've already
run the numbers, and...

Without getting
into Delta V,

thrust-to-weight ratios,
then--

Not a chance.

No.

Well, when do
we launch the shuttle?

We could wait
a few more hours,

but the extra time,

I don't think it's going to
give us any more information

than we already have.

When the shuttle's loaded, then.

Colonel Young...

If, by chance,

you were thinking
of choosing me

as one of the two...

Please don't.

Why?

This ship...

Coming here
was my Destiny.

My life's work was to be here,

Not trying to survive
on some rock

With a bunch of strangers.

In fact,

You can take my name
off the lottery altogether.

Look, Rush,

I realize I should've
listened to you sooner.

No, no, I wasn't myself.

Still, you were right.

It really wouldn't have
made any difference.

Do you mind
if I ask you

who you are
going to choose?

Lieutenants
Scott and Johansen.

I would've thought
Scott and Greer.

Yesterday's heroes.

I've got my fingers crossed
for Greer.

Well, you could
easily arrange that.

- You mean fix the lottery?
- Yes.

No.

There'll be those
who'll think you did anyway.

My name is Camile Wray.

My age is...
None of your business, Eli.

If, um...

If anyone finds this
within the next,

I don't know,
40 years...

Tell Sharon that...

my last thoughts
were of her.

The names of every person
in this room

are written down on
one of these pieces of paper.

Dr. Rush and I

have chosen
to exclude ourselves.

If anyone else
feels the same way,

now would be the time
to speak up.

If your name is chosen,

you are to go
directly up these stairs

to the shuttle,

where you will be met
by the two people

that I have already chosen.

[cocking weapon]

Lieutenant Scott
has pilot training,

and TJ's skills as a medic
will be essential on the planet.

If your name
is not chosen,

you are to remain here

until I receive word
the 15 are aboard,

and the shuttle's
rear hatch is secure.

Does anyone
have anything to say?

Airman Becker.

Go.

David Walters.

Camile Wray.

Lieutenant James.

Dr. Park.

Take a seat and strap in.

Yes, sir.

[panting breathlessly]

[crying softly]

[sobbing]

Mr. Brody.

Sergeant Riley.

And Dr. Boone.

[sighs and gasps
of disappointment]

That's 15.
We're done here.

You can fit more people
on that thing.

Spencer,
I need you to shut up.

Come on, people!

If we don't do something
right now, we're done!

He's right, we got
to do something.

[crowd gasp in shock]

Now, I don't want to have
to do that to anybody else...

But I will.

That's it.

Full count.

[sighs heavily]

[hatch hisses closed]

This is Scott.
Everyone's aboard.

Rear hatch is secure.

Give yourself a 60-second
countdown, lieutenant.

Some of us would like
to see you off.

Copy that.

We're releasing
the docking clamps.

The kino's
sending back pictures.

This is Scott.
We're away.

You're looking good,
lieutenant.

I expect we'll be
out of radio range

by the time we fire up
the main drive, so...

We'll be thinking of you guys.

You too, brother.

You too.

Matthew, T.J...

Take good care
of those people.

There it is.

That's the Destiny?

Thank you, Eli.

I never thought
I'd get the chance

to see the ship
from the outside.

You know what?

I think I'm going to
go for a walk.

How does that sound,
sergeant?

Sounds like a plan, sir.

I shall be in my quarters
for the duration.

I have 100 pages
of a truly...

mediocre book to finish.

Eli, I, uh...

[clears throat awkwardly]

I'm sorry I got you
involved in this.

Actually...

I'm not.

Yet.

[chuckling]:
I'll probably be sorry

at the end of the day, but...

We don't have
that long, do we?

No.

How will it happen?

Well, there will be turbulence
from the solar wind,

Far worse

than what we've
previously experienced.

Heat, obviously,

and intense G-forces.

I suspect the ship
will be torn apart

long before
we reach the star.

Hopefully,
it will be quick.

And while I don't condone
behavior of that kind

in any way, shape, or form,
I gotta say,

the look on Telford's face
when you put him down

was priceless.

Complete and total shock.

He was surprised,
yes, sir.

I guess you can say

you even
got away with it.

I'm just, uh...

Sorry I...

That I disappointed
you, sir.

You're a good man,
sergeant.

I know that.

Besides, the bastard
had it coming.

Yes, sir, he did.

[laughing]

So long.

At ease, Ronald.

Okay, Colonel,

just go whenever
you're ready.

Yeah, no, no, I got it,
I just, uh...

Can you just wait outside, Eli?
Thanks.

Hi, Emily, I just, um...

I just wanted to say...

Well, you know.

You know.

Where is everybody?

All the fun people
are here.

GROUP: [praying] Our Father,
who art in Heaven...

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on Earth,
as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us
our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us,

and lead us not
into temptation...

What?

Oh, nothing,
I just...

I realized it was
past midnight.

Does that mean
they've gone into the sun?

No... No, no, no.
No, nothing like that.

It's his birthday.

That's all he means.

Oh...

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

[console beeps]

Mr. Brody, would you
come up here for a second?

I need you to confirm

a spectrographic
analysis for me.

[console beeps]

Oxygen, nitrogen,
liquid water.

Only trace levels
of CO2.

What?

It means there won't be
much vegetation.

Also means
that the thermometer

won't be spending much
time above zero, either.

But we can
survive, right?

Yeah.

It'll be great.

[laughs]

[laughing]

Yes!

Uh, what are
we so happy about?

We're going to live, Eli.

What about the turbulence
and the heat and the death?

No.

All of that would have
happened by now.

The shield is protecting us.

But you said
we were out of power.

I was absolutely
certain of that,

and I have never been
more pleased to be wrong

in all my life.

[power surges]

The lights just came
back on in my room.

What's going on?

Stand by.

Colonel!

You're right!

The systems are coming
back online all over the ship.

There's a rumor spreading
we're still here.

We are.

Destiny needed
all its power reserves

- to protect itself, and us...
- Uh, guys?

We're in the star.

That can't be right.

We're talking
thousands of degrees.

Well, we've just flown
through the corona,

which is even hotter,

to say nothing of
magnetic fields,

gravitational stresses.

This is what Destiny intended

from the moment
it entered the star system.

You're telling me

it flew into the sun
on purpose?

- Yes.
- Why?

To replenish
its reserves.

You're telling me
this ship--

Is powered
by the stars themselves.

Solar powered, quite literally.

There is
no other explanation.

[console beeps]

The engine
just came back on.

We're pulling out of it!

The shuttle.
We've got to call them back.

Uh, we haven't accessed
communications yet.

I'm working on it.

Well, if you don't
figure it out

- before we go into FTL--
- Plenty of time.

We can't strand
those people here.

Well, this would be
an excellent time

for you to trust me
to solve this problem.

[jet engines throttles]

Okay, I'm going to put us
in a high orbit,

spend a little time
looking around

for the best spot
before we put down.

They're gone.

You know,
I can't help but think

maybe they're
the lucky ones.

Don't, T.J.

- The planet is a rock.
- I said stop it.

All right, here we go.

This is Young, come in.

Right there,
right there!

[console beeps]

Uh, t-this is Scott.
Sir, how the hell--

We're just as surprised
as you are, lieutenant.

I'll explain later.

You need to get your ass
back aboard this ship.

[laughing and cheering]

Look, there it is!

Will do. Scott out!

Everybody hear that?

[cheering]: Yes!

We have a visual
of you, Destiny.

Plotting
an intercept course now.

[console beeps a warning]

[warning beep]

Uh, Colonel, stand by.

Brody, come here.

What is it?

I don't know yet.
Am I reading this right?

Oh, you've got to be
kidding me.

We're so close,
you can almost touch it.

It's right there!

What's going on,
lieutenant?

The Destiny is accelerating
away from us.

We can't match it.

[console beeps,
warning beeps]

Colonel,
we have a problem here.

What is it?

We can see you,

but the shuttle's
computer

cannot come up with
an intercept solution.

Destiny is accelerating
too fast.

I'm trying to put something in
manually here, but...

[warning beep]

There's no way
to cross the "T", sir.

We're going to fall short.

You're on full power, yes?

I put the throttle up
right away.

It's-it's just not
going to be enough.

ELI: You must have
afterburners or something--

It's not an F-16, Eli!

It's a-it's a spaceship.

Is there anything
we can do from this end?

Is there any way
to slow the Destiny down?

That-that would do it.

Negative.

Uh, we're out of ideas here.

Come on, guys.

Come on.

Lieutenant...

I want you to turn

and head directly
towards the planet.

We'll send you the exact course
in a moment.

No, no, no, no, no,
the planet is a rock.

We'd rather
take our chances trying--

Do what I'm saying,
lieutenant.

We don't have
much time.

[console beeping]

In order to reach the star,

Destiny used an aerobraking
maneuver to slow down.

I'm suggesting
Lieutenant Scott

perform
a slingshot maneuver

around the planet
to do exactly the opposite.

A gravity boost to speed up.

It should put Destiny
directly in our path.

We're all aboard
with that idea, doctor.

Just give me
the course and speed.

This planet's getting pretty big
in the windows here.

One moment.

I got it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eli...

There's many variables here.
Are you sure about this?

Math boy.

Send it.

Okay, math boy.

Sending the new course now.

Is this going to work?

It's going to be close.

Got it.

All right, everybody,
hang on again.

[roaring]

That's them.

Why am I
watching this on TV?

Okay, we're only going to get
one shot at this.

Wish it wasn't
the first time I tried it.

There they are.

You've got us lined up.

- You're doing fine.
- No, he isn't.

We're coming up on them
too fast.

Lieutenant,
our relative velocity

is too great.

Unless you can
match our speed,

you're going to crash
into the ship.

Uh, this is all we've got.

It's coming up
pretty fast on us!

I know, I know, I know.

We have to come left!

A little this way, lieutenant.

What we need is more speed.

Fire maneuvering thrusters.

That might just
make the difference.

Right.

[rumbling crash]

Main engines off!

Thrusters off.

Docking clamps engaged.

We're still in one piece!

Well done!

Well done!

We're on
our way down.

[crew laughing
and chatting merrily]

I'm dead serious about it.
That was, like...

That was the worst
shuttle docking

I have ever seen
in my life.

What are you talking about?
I barely even dented it!

[laughing]:
The grinding noise!

At the very least,

there is a giant scrape
along the bottom.

I'm going to make you
put on a space suit,

go out there,
fix it right now.

Sergeant,
we're going to need

some of that high,
high temperature

spaceship paint
for Scott here.

Yes, sir.
I believe I've found some.

[laughing]

Dr. Rush,
have a seat.

These two have
even showered.

[group chuckles]

No, thanks.

Aw, come on,
we should celebrate.

Celebrate what?

That we're back
where we started?

Aw, come on,
have a seat, Rush.

Some other time.

All right, well, Becker,
give him a double ration.

He deserves it.

Why's that, then?

I'm in a good mood.

We're to be rewarded
at your whim, then?

No, no...
Just stop.

What, you want
some reasons? I'll...

I'll give you three.

You were right
about the power situation.

Not really.

You figured out
the subspace communications,

how to call
the shuttle.

We needed to get
those supplies back.

You took your name
out of the lottery.

So did you.

I was injured.
You actually made a sacrifice.

Unless you knew...

that Destiny was going
to make it all along.

Cheers, everyone.

Aw, let it go, sir.

[chuckles]

He didn't know.

I-I saw his face.

- There's no way.
- No.

What if he did?

He's right, sir.

Let it go.

A lot of work.