Odyssey 5 s01e01 Episode Script
Pilot
Shit! Hey, handle with care.
That's a|billion dollars worth of Uncle Sam's money.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Trying again.
Damn it.
All right, Neil,|I think the idea is to catch the satellite.
Yeah, very funny.
|I've got a big problem here.
Neil, talk to me.
The arm's acting up.
|Server controls are out of phase.
Shoulder pitch is completely locked up.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
We have an arm that's malfunctioning resulting in a minor collision|with the payload.
Over.
Roger, Odyssey.
We're reassessing ground track,|reviewing increment 2 contingency.
We recommend you carry out|arm's diagnostic error routine 3S.
Also suggest you review|ACU test assessment profile.
Over.
Roger, Houston.
Satellite's picked up a wobble.
Definitely in for a hangover come sunup.
Double pitch is seriously over ramp.
Houston, re-requesting|a trouble-shooting procedure Switching to back-up controls.
Come back, Odyssey.
|Did not read you.
Over.
I am go with back-up controls.
Odyssey, come in.
Over.
Odyssey, come in.
Over.
Heading for the dance floor.
Odyssey, come in.
Over.
All right, Houston,|we are switching to back-up.
We're gonna take another crack at this.
Odyssey, we strongly advise|you wait for trouble-shooting.
This is not procedure check.
It is today, Ed.
Over.
Closer.
Closer.
Do it.
Do it, baby.
Why does everything that comes out of|your mouth have something to do with sex? Maybe because we're riding in a|$3 billion phallic symbol.
Don't quote me.
If I started quoting you,|they'd shut down the space programme.
Closer.
Oh, baby, put it in.
Yeah! Come on.
Come on.
Vive I'amour.
Hey, to the greatest catch|since Drew Pearson, Super Bowl 10.
Here, here.
Here, here.
Hey, this tastes like the real thing.
Dom '98.
Got something going|with one of the girls in food processing.
Yeah.
The thought that our nutritional|requirements are being determined by your sexual dalliances doesn't exactly|leave me brimming with confidence.
Speaking of a lack of confidence I don't need to remind you|that I am putting you on live TV.
You make me look bad,|I'm flushing you out the airlock.
Not to worry, darling.
|I promise you a dignified exchange.
But now that we're on the subject|of the airlock did you know that oxygen depletion|enhances the effect of sexual stimulant I don't really want to know that.
Copy that crew assignment change.
|This is your call, Chuck.
Whatever you wanna do is okay by me.
He's your son.
Over.
Well, there's something to be said|for enthusiasm, Ed but he should have waited and he knows it.
You just don't wanna have to be the one|to tell your wife.
On the subject of wives,|I think I smell those cookies from here, Ed.
What did Bernice make you this time? Peanut butter macadamia.
Damn, I'm jealous.
Ask her if she'll make up|a plate of those things for me.
You better be standing by the door|waiting with them when I touch down.
- You hear me?|- I'll be sure and do that.
Thanks, Ed.
Odyssey, out.
You know, I've spent my life|jumping one hurdle after another trying to get where I am, but parenting Not even sure I qualify for that event.
Oh, hell, you qualify.
You just got to step up.
Or like my daddy used to say,|"Get three down and locked.
" Three down and locked.
Houston, translation manoeuvre complete.
|She's back in the pipeline.
Over.
Roger, Odyssey.
You're looking fine.
Over.
Gonna run diagnostics on the arm|before the interview.
Neil, I wanna change the crew assignment.
When the satellite's refitted,|I want Matt to execute the redeployment.
Matt.
Yeah.
He's got more time on the arm.
We had a malfunction.
I need someone|with a little more experience.
Why are you doing this? Neil, you're smart and you're quick.
But this time you're too quick.
When that arm goes down, you wait|for Houston to relay proper troubleshooting.
That's procedure.
You know there wasn't enough time.
|That satellite had a wicked - That was not your call.
|- You let me go ahead with the capture.
I let you go ahead with the capture 'cause in this set of circumstances|you happened to be right.
I see.
|So you're pulling me 'cause I was right.
If you'd have been wrong,|you'd have screwed the pooch and we'd have a billion-dollar satellite|floating up to Pluto along with your career.
If you fuck up,|you do not get a second chance, Son.
If you'd have lost that satellite,|you'd be back in Houston next week Iooking for work as a bartender.
|Now this ain't easy for me.
I bet.
What's that supposed to mean? It means having me up here instead of Marc.
I have work to do.
Earlier today,|some of the astronauts' families turned out at a rally to raise money|for muscular dystrophy.
We spoke with Troy Johnson,|husband of Sarah Forbes and Paige Taggart, wife|of Shuttle Commander, Chuck Taggart and mother of astronaut Neil Taggart.
Well, all the attention can get overwhelming.
But I just try and take it one day at a time.
I just try and be|the best wife and mother I can be.
My wife is the first journalist in outer space.
I couldn't be prouder.
Hey, Sarah, if you're listening,|I love you, babe.
Is it hard for you, as a shuttle commander,|having your son on the crew? Well, as a flight commander,|you have to make many adjustments and I just treat Neil|as another gifted astronaut.
I try to forget that he's my son.
Neil? I guess I just have to echo that.
I think of him as my commander|and try to forget that he's my dad.
Dr Kurt Mendel, Nobel Prize-winning|behavioural geneticist and author of several|best-selling science books is hitching a ride|to the International Space Station where he'll be overseeing|a series of experiments.
Dr Mendel, would you care to explain|the specifics of the work you'll be doing? Well, Sarah, the thrust of my work will be to erect a series of hard protocols designed to penetrate the ins and outs of zero-G environment on DNA sequencing.
Hopefully, it would all come together.
Thank you, Doctor.
My pleasure, Sarah.
This is Sarah Forbes reporting to you live|from the space shuttle.
You're a dead man! You're a dead man! What'd I say? I answered the question.
- Too right.
|- Hey, we just lost video.
Maybe it's the monitor connection.
Matt.
Maybe the uplink's gone sour.
Nah, the whole damn thing's down.
|Smells like a TIGRIS malf.
No, the connections look solid.
Control, this is Odyssey.
Do you read? Over.
- Could be the switching unit.
|- No.
Audio's dead, too.
Houston, this is Odyssey, come in.
Houston, this is Odyssey, come in.
Over.
|Houston What the hell? Is that coming from Earth? Okay, everybody,|get to the crew compartment.
Now.
Let's move it! I'll stow the camera and secure the hatch.
On the double, all right? Oh, my God! Shit! Matt! Matt! Shut the hatch! - I can't get to you!|- You'll lose the ship! Do it, now! Chuck! What the fuck are you doing? Open the fucking hatch! Chuck! Come on! Chuck! Bastard! Houston.
Houston, come in.
Houston, come in, over.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Come in, over.
Houston.
This is Odyssey.
Come in.
Houston.
Houston.
This is Odyssey.
Come in, over.
What the fuck's going on? I can't find the Earth.
Houston.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Over.
I'm not getting tach, Dad.
Now look, we can't worry about it now.
|Kurt, how's Angela doing? Possible concussion.
- Where's the checklist?|- How serious? - Serious enough.
|- And I need a checklist for the thruster link.
To hell with the checklist.
|The shit can't EOMS.
Kurt, give me a straight answer,|God damn it! - He said she had a concussion, Taggart.
|- What the fuck is going on? - Neil.
|- Where the fuck are we? - Listen|- Where is the fucking Earth? Just shut up, god damn it! Now get a hold of yourself and listen to me.
|Get the goddamn headset on.
We've gotta get hold of the ship, see, Son.
Just maintain and open up that computer|and go through this check with me.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Over.
Come in.
Maybe one of the fuel tanks ruptured|and maybe that's what put us where we are.
And where is that exactly? On the other side of the moon maybe|and maybe the Earth is behind it.
Do you have any idea of the amount|of thrust a little trip like that would take? Sorry, folks, we haven't moved,|not even a few miles anyway.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Over.
Houston No, that's not possible.
Houston, are you hearing me in?|Come in.
Over.
That's not possible.
Houston, come What is so funny? It just occurred to me this is one scenario NASA really forgot to programme|into the simulators.
Kurt, get down to the avionics bay.
|I wanna run a complete systems check.
Another procedure in the junior shuttle|commander's handbook, Chuckie? - Knock it off.
|- Refresh my memory.
Which procedure gives you licence|to blast a crew member into outer space? This ain't a goddamn democracy, Kurt.
|Get down to the avionics bay.
What for?|Planning to flush me out like Matt? Oh, God! Fire in FD Bay 1.
Arm auto-extinguisher, now! Activate auto-extinguisher, now! Shit! Didn't do a goddamn thing.
See it, Dad.
It's the bay.
On four, three, two, one, push! Move it! One, two, three! Hit it.
Keep it up! Keep it up! Yeah.
That smoke's gonna be a bitch of a problem.
- What are you doing?|- I'm killing the optic sub-system.
That recycles the oxygen.
The fire took out|the lithium hydroxide canisters.
All of them? - Except the two already installed.
|- Lithium hydroxide? They remove carbon dioxide from the air.
- We got enough air for 12 hours.
|- Yeah, but with all the smoke The system has to filter out the smoke,|so you cut that down to three.
Three hours? We can't live on these.
|They last only 45 minutes.
- I've gotta get the smoke out of here.
|- How'll you do that? I'm gonna depressurise the entire ship.
What are we supposed to do?|Hold our breath? Neil and I'll climb into the EFUs.
The rest of you get into|the personal rescue enclosure.
I'd like to raise an issue.
|What's the point of all this? - To stay alive.
|- For an extra nine hours? - It's better than nothing.
|- Is it? Nine more hours to sit around|and wait for the oxygen to run out.
We can't just give up, Kurt.
Look out the window!|Earth is not on the mission programme.
If ever there was a time to give up, this is it! I say we bag this routine|and get it over with! I wanna live,|even if it is only for nine hours.
Why? You want another interview? - God damn it, Kurt!|- Would you cut it out? It takes 20 minutes to get into the suits,|15 to clear the vent.
We cannot stand around and argue.
Neil's right.
Take out the EMUs.
Son, take care|of the personal rescue enclosures.
Well, I am gonna depressurise this cabin and you can get into an enclosure|if you want to or you can sit here and twiddle your thumbs|while you decompress.
But if that's your choice, do me a favour and get your ass in a sleeping bag|and zip the fucker up because I do not wish to spend|my last living hours cleaning up the mess.
Why the change of heart? Well, I always had a secret desire|to be a Christmas tree ornament.
Neil, what's your status? Neil, what's your status? Over.
Ready.
Closing console.
Opening cabin vents.
Whoa.
Our shepherd, the Lord,|hallowed be Thy name.
Come on, baby.
Hold, hold, hold.
|Come on, baby.
And lead us not into temptation,|but deliver us from evil.
Oh, God, please don't let me fart.
Closing cabin vents.
Opening lights.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, darling.
|I love you.
Oh, God! What? Yummy.
You can join in at any time.
Yes, I just don't have that gene, darling.
Sure sounded like you did|when I opened that recovery enclosure.
A slip of the tongue.
Doesn't give you much comfort, does it,|not believing in an afterlife? On the contrary, it gives me lots of comfort.
How can the prospect of non-existence|be comforting? I look at it like this.
Before I came on stage the universe had been around|for 12 billion years.
All that time, I was in a state|of non-existence, and it wasn't bad.
Pretty comfortable, as a matter of fact.
I figure it'll be just as comfortable|for the next 12 billion years.
So all of those people are wrong|who believe in a higher power.
Look what good it did them.
What's that? It's my comfort.
He died six months|after that picture was taken.
- Of what?|- Cancer.
- I'm sorry.
|- It's okay.
He's what I've got to look forward to.
He and Troy, my husband,|my second husband.
My first marriage died|not too long after my son.
Two husbands in afterlife|could get pretty stormy.
Yeah, I know.
So strange.
When NASA invited me on this mission one of the reasons I accepted was because|I thought it would bring me closer to God and my little boy.
Guess I'm gonna get my wish.
I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
About Marc.
Forget it.
Why do you think he left? God, man.
Well, you know I know why.
He left because he didn't want to be what he could've been what I wished he could've been.
So he left.
You wanna kill that auxiliary power unit.
I don't think we need it anymore.
Yeah.
Sure.
Doesn't anybody want to say anything? I need to use the john.
Okay, come on.
We're wasting oxygen.
Hey.
Remember during training|when I invited you up to my apartment? You told me maybe|if I was the last man on Earth.
Well? Sarah? - Neil.
Neil.
|- Yeah? Neil.
We've touched down.
|Neil.
We touched down.
- You awake?|- Yeah.
We touched down somewhere.
- Excuse me.
|- Hello.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, we're alive.
We're alive.
I wouldn't jump to any conclusions.
Is this heaven? Hear that? If it's heaven, it's run by machines.
If it's heaven, I hope they serve coffee.
This gravity is playing hell|with the structural damage.
We better evacuate|before this thing comes down on our heads.
How do we know it's any better out there? Well, I'll tell you in a minute.
Well, we should throw something out first.
Dad, that's definitely not procedure.
Let's evacuate.
- I guess I should've expected it.
|- What? God is an old, white guy.
It's probably an artificial construct so we won't freak out,|derived from TV transmissions.
- How do you know that?|- Three hundred hours of Star Trek.
You're all alive.
It means I got the atmosphere right.
It's English, isn't it? Yeah, we speak English.
For a second I thought I had it wrong.
Now, who the hell are you? I'm the last remaining inhabitant|of my world.
As for my name, in my culture,|we didn't use names in the same way your culture did.
We identified ourselves|by our life purpose which I suppose makes me The Seeker.
- Where are we?|- You're aboard my ship.
The same concept as that baby over there only, with about 5,000 years|of technology behind it.
Do you know what happened to the Earth? I do, indeed.
The same thing that happened to my world.
Same thing that happened|to over 50 other worlds.
Destroyed.
Everything gone.
How? Why? That's the big mystery.
Three hundred years ago I was sent on a quest|to locate other civilisations.
But wherever I went, there was only dust.
When I returned to my home world,|I found the same.
I've been searching the galaxy ever since.
I pick up radio signals.
I follow them to their source.
But when I arrive,|the source is always gone and I'm always too late.
Like this time? Yes and no.
You five are the only survivors|from a sundered world that I've ever run into.
Because of that, there is still a chance|to save your world.
But the Earth is gone.
I have it in my power to project you back.
Project us back? - Time travel.
|- Sort of.
Physical time travel doesn't work.
|Mathematically impossible.
Your bodies can't go back.
What you think of|as your consciousness can.
Our souls.
Well, we're really talking about|information patterns.
I can take your current patterns and download them|into your physical selves of the past.
How far past? The jump limit is around five of your years.
|That should give you enough time.
- But enough time|- Enough time to stop it.
To stop the destruction.
If you can do that for us,|why don't you send yourself back? Only organics can jump.
Then are you what I think you are? - What can you do for her?|- She only has about two minutes.
- What do you need to send us back?|- All I need is the word.
If there's a chance in heaven to prevent this,|then do it, man.
- What are we supposed to be looking for?|- I can tell you this.
The destroyers attack from within.
She's losing her pulse.
|She's losing her pulse.
I can retrieve her information.
|You can still go back.
- Then do it.
|- What are you talking about? You can't let him do that.
- Do it now!|- You don't know who he is or what he does.
I don't give a goddamn who he is!|Do it now.
Seek within your own.
Seek within your own.
Oh, God.
What's the matter? I'm home.
Of course you're home.
You had a nightmare? Come on.
We gotta get up early tomorrow.
Hi.
Neil.
Chuck.
Neil.
This is Marc's room.
What is wrong with you? Where's Neil? You're scaring me, Chuck.
- Where is he?|- You know where he is.
I've never seen anybody just drop like that.
It's creepy.
Where am I? Kayley? That would be me.
And I'm Wade.
This is your other very close friend, Diaz.
This is a party? - Yeah, man, this is a party.
|- Yeah.
Wade, I'm in junior year.
Have you been taking any prescription|medication we should know about? I gotta use the phone.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, Troy.
Oh, my God.
Troy? - Paul?|- Yeah.
You were expecting somebody else? No! I'm back.
- You're back?|- Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
Paul, I'm back.
Oh, my God.
I'm back.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
That's the last time we have Mexican food|after 9:00 p.
m.
Now tell me, who's Troy anyways? Sarah? Baby, it's Mommy.
- Baby.
|- I'm sleeping.
I'm sorry, baby.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God.
Oh, my God! Oh, my baby.
Oh, God.
Where are you? Are you okay? Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
I'm at a party.
- A party?|- A party? Dad, we're back.
We're really back.
|This is incredible.
Yeah, I know, Neil.
Where's this party? I don't know.
Oh, my God.
It's at the Fishers'.
Okay.
Stay right there.
I'll be right over.
Where are the car keys, honey? You are supposed to be at Wade's house|studying for an exam.
Mom? Yeah Gosh, Mom, I'm really sorry.
You have no idea|how sorry you're going to be.
Keys, keys.
- What are you going to do about your son?|- My son? Why is he always my son?|He's your son, too.
I can't believe he's almost 18.
Neither can I.
- Where are the car keys?|- Where you always leave them.
Birdcage.
Guess you never thought|you'd be glad to see me.
How'd you guess? 'Cause I was thinking|the same thing about you.
- Chuck?|- This is Hi, you must be Mrs Taggart.
|I'm Kurt Mendel.
- I'm an old buddy of Chuck's.
|- College.
College.
College.
So what brings you out here|this time of night? We've got a big problem.
I've got a big problem.
|My car broke down about a mile back.
L - Thought I'd take you to the gas station.
|- That's right.
- No problem.
I'll be right back.
|- What about Neil? I'll pick him up on the way back.
One second|she's in the Odyssey's cockpit the next second she's on a spacewalk|five years ago.
She doesn't know anything|about the Earth being destroyed.
The time jumble, The Seeker.
The shit of it is she was injured|when she was projected back.
There's no goddamn telling|what kind of condition she's in now.
- Chuck!|- Ed.
- What the hell is going on?|- We gotta talk.
Easy now.
Take it slow, fella.
- Talk to who? And who is this?|- Dr Kurt Mendel.
He's with me.
- Lf we can talk to her, we can save her.
|- Now hold on No, I'm not done,|you bull-headed son of a bitch.
We talk to her, we can save her.
|If we don't, she dies.
You hear me? She dies.
Angela, this is Joe.
Do you read? Over.
Angela, this is Joe.
Do you read? She's using up fuel like crazy.
Another few seconds,|she's in the atmosphere.
You better give me a goddamn procedure or I'm gonna burn the OMS|and bring her in with the arm.
I don't care how close we are|to the atmosphere.
Discovery, this is control.
Go hot air-to-air|and activate XMIT-PTT.
Over.
Roger, Control.
Out.
What are you gonna do, give her a pep talk? Flight Officer Perry, this is Chuck Taggart.
|Over.
Taggart? Please respond.
Over.
Flight Officer Perry, take control of the MMU|and return to orbiter now.
Over.
Shit.
Angela, this is your mission commander,|Chuck Taggart.
Now I'm ordering you to look alive get hold of that goddamn|man-manoeuvring unit and get your ass back|to that ship, now! Over.
Angela! Angela.
- She's responding.
|- Matt.
Have we met? No.
I guess not.
I'm sorry.
I thought you were someone else.
Okay, Chuck,|I am ordering Discovery to intercept.
No, you can't do that, Ed.
The ship gets anywhere nearer to that|atmosphere, it'll turn to a ball of fire.
Angela get three down and lock.
Listen to me.
Get three down and lock.
Angela, like your daddy always said,|get three down and lock, honey.
- That is it.
I am giving the command.
|- She's too close to the atmosphere.
If we send them in, we could lose the ship.
I'm the flight director here,|and I will make the call! Do you understand? Listen.
This is Flight Flight Officer Perry.
I read you, Houston.
Come on.
Come on.
Control, this is Discovery.
She's coming home.
Girls.
- Has he had trouble eating?|- No.
- Gastric distress of any kind?|- No.
Can I ask you why you think|Corey might need this type of examination? My family has a history of cancer,|and my father died of it.
He was well into his 70s,|if I remember correctly.
He was 75.
Sarah, stomach cancer|in a child Corey's age is extremely rare.
I realise that.
|I just would like to get him checked out.
I mean, if you won't do it,|I'll just go someplace that will.
I see.
I'll do a complete physical right now and I'll make an appointment at the hospital|for x-rays.
- You can get those|- Today.
We'll schedule it for this afternoon.
Thank you.
Oh, God.
told reporters this afternoon I could still smell it on his clothes|this morning.
He was smoking pot.
We need to do something about this, Chuck.
sufficient free breathing time|before embarking on the space walk.
Before leaving the shuttle Hi, this is Sarah.
|I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message after the beep.
Oh, Jesus.
Could I have your attention, please? Yeah, honey.
I'll talk to him.
He needs more than a talk.
Who are you calling? Do I have to go back|to the doctor today? He's just gonna take|some pictures of you, honey.
You wanna paint? Okay.
There's your painting.
Hello, Sarah.
This is Chuck Taggart.
Please call me at 555-0175.
Hello, Sarah.
|This is Chuck Taggart again.
Please What're you doing, honey? That's really nice, honey.
- Who's Sarah Forbes?|- Sarah Forbes, honey, is a reporter.
And? And she just wants to talk to me|about this thing that I have with Angela.
Since when do you care so much|about talking to reporters? Hello.
Don't call me anymore.
- Sarah.
|- I can't be a part of this.
Sarah, you are a part of this.
Sarah? For the record, we were four years,|319 days, and seven hours from where we were before.
Which gives us exactly four years,|319 days, and seven hours to stop what's happened from happening.
Sorry.
Hello? Tova.
Yeah.
Well, the reason I called you|was to let you know that the wedding's off.
Yeah.
You heard me right.
I know you're not with your parents, Tova.
|You're in Skirkie with Steve.
Well, that's for me to know,|and you to find out.
In the meantime, I want you and your crap|out of my apartment by tomorrow night.
Thank you.
Bye.
- I think I just saved myself a ton in alimony.
|- Yeah, Kurt you wanna do the world a favour and|shit-can that cell phone for two minutes? It's on vibrate.
You all right behind those glasses, Neil? Yeah, good, because this four years|is gonna pass like a fucking heartbeat unless we stand smartly.
So listen up.
The Seeker said, "Seek within your own,|look within your own.
" What the hell was that? Maybe he meant that whoever|destroyed the Earth looks just like us.
Well, that narrows it down|to six billion people.
I'll take North America.
- We don't have much to go on, do we?|- Maybe we do.
That NADCOM satellite we deployed|wasn't a communications satellite.
- What?|- The NADCOM designation was just a cover.
A cover for what? Something that came down through|the agency's Special Projects Division.
The most I could figure out it was|some sort of orbital physics experiment.
Code name was Bright Sky.
- Jesus.
It was the feds, wasn't it?|- Yeah.
- They used us, didn't they?|- Yeah.
Orbital physics experiment?|What the fuck is that? Hell, if I know, baby.
|I'm just paid to hang them up in space.
My clearance doesn't go that far,|but I'll tell you this.
When we were drifting,|right before we ran out of oxygen I searched the back-up COMSES file.
There was a ground to air|S-band transmission sent to that satellite|a nanosecond before the Earth exploded.
Now it was a programming code,|and I was able to decipher one word.
Leviathan.
The good news is we don't have|to go off searching for any more destroyers.
- They're sitting right here at this table.
|- You don't know that.
He does.
Goddamn decent of you|to let us in on your little secret, Chuckie.
You don't really expect us to buy into|the "I wasn't in the loop" bullshit, do you? Kurt, do you hear that noise? That's me giving a shit|about what you believe or not.
That's good,|'cause I think you're a fucking liar.
- Hey, come on.
|- Let's not do this.
- My thoughts exactly.
|- Kurt.
Where are you going? I'm gonna spend the next five years|getting drunk.
Bye.
Kurt.
Kurt.
Jesus Christ.
No sign of compromised blood flow|whatsoever.
We're looking at|80% revascularisation minimum.
Times like this, I think|we should stock champagne.
So, look, Doc,|the season's starting up and all and all the fellows are bugging me|to get back on the lanes again.
I don't care if the Pope flies in|and hands you the papal bowling ball.
We talked about this, Gerald.
I want you to refrain|from all physical activity for another six weeks, Mr Wilkerson.
Don't worry, Doctor.
|His bowling days are over.
I'll see you next week.
- Bright Sky?|- Yeah.
I never heard of it.
You say it's coming down|from Special Projects? Yeah.
Well, how'd you hear about it? I opened up some screwball e-mail.
|I thought it was from a college sweetheart.
And on the whole|it just turns out to be a bust but in it, it listed every single thing|I just told you plus which at the end of it there's some|goddamn foreboding warning that some future mission|is gonna be endangered.
- That's a prank.
|- Maybe.
It's gotta be.
|It's some wiseass over in data processing.
I'm telling you, I wouldn't give you two shits|for the college boys they're hiring today.
You know, if memory serves,|right before Challenger we had a bunch of anonymous e-mails,|didn't we? Come on, Chuck.
Don't bring that one up.
Look, Ed, you know, I'm sorry|I got a bug up my ass about this thing but if it's nothing, it's nothing.
|There's no harm done.
But if it's something, it's better we|check it out rather than crash and burn.
What the hell is going on|around here anyway? One of the best pilots in the rotation|completely loses it in the middle of a routine EVA? You come flying in out of the blue|and talk her down.
I still don't know how.
As we used to say in the old glory days,|it beats flipping burgers, doesn't it? Ed, I wouldn't ask you this|if it wasn't important.
Well I'm not going through channels.
I don't want anyone to know|I'm poking around.
I'll use the back door|at great risk to my career.
I appreciate that, pal.
And I'm sorry I called you|a bull-headed son of a bitch.
No.
The mutual funds, too.
And I want it all in cash.
Larry, Larry, Larry.
Yeah, I know I'm taking a big hit.
Just make it happen, okay? Believe me, I know what I'm doing.
|Thanks.
Bye.
Horse racing? Football.
Lost my house first go around.
|Not this time.
- Drink?|- No.
Thanks.
Your door was open.
I don't see much point in shutting it,|I guess.
Place looks bigger.
Well, personally, I think|she took a little more than her stuff.
To what do I owe the pleasure? I was in the neighbourhood and realised|I never thanked you for saving my life.
Chuckie got through to you.
|He's who you need to thank.
Yeah, well, he told me you were the one|that sounded the alarm, so Just spend the next five years wisely.
Take up smoking,|eat plenty of red meat and dairy products.
Practise loads of unsafe sex.
- Is that what you plan to do?|- Well, for starters.
Mainly, I plan to get insanely rich,|followed by obscenely rich.
What's the point if nothing will be here|in five years? Well, he who dies with the most toys Maybe we don't have to die at all.
Maybe that's why we survived.
|Maybe we're here for a reason.
I don't believe|anything happens for a reason.
Come on.
If you can make a killing|on a football game it means we can change the way things go.
How about we change the way things went? How do you live with yourself? Well, no one else will, so I might as well.
Let's say we do manage to stop the world|from blowing up in five years.
Look around you, Angela.
|Is that really such a great accomplishment? I wish I could say you had changed, Kurt.
But the funny thing is,|you're exactly the same.
And that's the problem.
And that's the KNBS News|for this afternoon.
Join us for the action edition at 6:00 p.
m.
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Are you at risk? Our very own Dr Mac|will bring you up to speed.
KNBS Action News,|investigative and hard-hitting.
- When were you gonna tell me?|- Tell you what? That you're taking our son in|for cancer screenings.
- How'd you find out?|- Dr Egrari called.
You told me|that Corey was coming down with a cold.
You lied to me.
The tests were all negative.
Well, you sound disappointed.
Egrari said that you were taking Corey|to see a specialist for more tests.
- That's right.
|- What's going on? Dr Egrari's worried, but not about Corey.
|She's worried about you.
She's using words|like obsessive-compulsive.
She's even mentioned something called|Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy.
- Do you know what that is?|- Might have heard of it.
It's when a parent tries|to draw attention to themselves by claiming that their child|has a serious illness.
Dr Egrari said sometimes parents will even|induce these symptoms in their children - just to get people to believe them!|- I would never hurt Corey.
Come here.
The other night when I had that nightmare I dreamt that Corey got cancer.
Jesus.
I watched him waste away, Paul.
I watched his hair fall out.
I watched him get so thin|that he couldn't stand up.
And I held him in my arms,|and he stopped breathing.
And it was so real.
It was so real.
I just have to make sure.
I have to make sure.
Sweetheart! Hey, Mom.
It's good to have you here.
Neil.
Hey.
Hey, Dad.
Marc.
This is awesome, Mom.
If I have one more helping|of chipped beef Ham tender enough? Well, any more tender|and I wouldn't have to chew.
The Andersons are having a get-together|on Saturday night.
We thought you should come along.
I was planning on hanging out|with some of the guys on Saturday.
John Stiles will be there.
He just got a seat|on the astronaut selection panel.
Honey, can you pass me|some more corn, please? Don't you think it would be a good idea|if Marc were there? I think it'd be a good idea for Marc|to do whatever the hell he wants to.
If he wants to hang out with his friends.
He can see his friends any time.
|They're not going anywhere.
Well, John Stiles isn't going anywhere,|either.
- Chuck.
|- Mom.
It's okay.
I'll be there.
I'll just go with the guys on Friday night.
Now we're gonna meet the woman who's gonna choose|one of these three guys as her date.
To prevent her from hearing anything|about these guys we've kept her isolated backstage.
- Hello?|- Gerald Wilkerson, please.
Gerald! Phone call for you! Yeah, this is Gerald.
Where are you going? Bowling.
You're not leaving this house.
Gerald Wilkerson.
I want that bowling ball.
I said give me that! Never touch my bowling ball again.
Don't wait up.
This interception on a third-quarter bomb just may have made the difference|here today.
And there's Joe Anthony|to throw to Weaver.
Weaver taking it to the 35-yard line.
I can't believe you're so relaxed.
I am not anything but relaxed.
You're about to lose so much money|on this game.
- Bet you an hour's worth I don't.
|- You're on.
Oh, boy.
And the hand-off to Duckett.
|Duckett runs right up the middle.
- Fumble.
|- Fumble! He dropped the ball! Hey, how'd you know|that was gonna happen? I know many things, darling.
Michigan with no more time outs,|so Coon has been summoned.
Seconds winding down in this game It will hang left and squeak through.
|Just like me, darling.
There's the snap.
And it bounces off the upright.
It's no good.
Just listen to that crowd.
|This breaks an unbelievable point for Coon who failed four|of his last field goal attempts.
A very Wow.
You're sure relaxed now.
A crushing moment.
Hey, Bobby.
Checking out for tonight.
|See you tomorrow.
The President assured|the Senate Subcommittee on Thursday that he would make the pursuit|of the tax cheats a top priority.
In other news, an automobile accident|has claimed the life of Ed Scrivens the veteran NASA flight director of over 50 shuttle missions.
The accident took place late last night as Scrivens was on his way home|from work.
NASA officials described themselves as stunned and saddened by the death Don't ever forget that.
I sort of wish he could've gone up with us.
He always wanted to go, just once.
Ed was never one for regrets.
He was just so happy|that you were up there in his place.
Listen, Bernice if you need anything at all,|please don't hesitate to call us.
Honey, I'm gonna hang around|and talk to some people.
I'll take Neil with me.
Are you sure? Yeah.
I'll see you and Marc|back at the house.
Come in.
Hi.
- How are you feeling?|- About the same.
Don't let it get cold.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- Mrs Wilkerson?|- Yes.
My name is Chuck Taggart.
|This is Angela Perry.
We're friends of Ed Scrivens.
We'd like to talk to you if you'd be so kind|to give us a moment of your time.
I'm sorry.
|I really don't have the time right now.
Wait.
Mrs Wilkerson.
We know|you've been reluctant to talk - Excuse me.
|- Wait! We understand that Mr Scrivens' firm|was preparing a lawsuit against We're not here to talk about any of that.
We're just trying to understand|what happened to our friend.
Please.
Just one moment.
Please.
News special? Yes.
Medical breakthroughs|of the new millennium.
It's a series we're running for sweeps.
I'm Sarah Forbes of CNT.
|This is Dr Mendel, my research advisor.
Dr Kurt Mendel, the author.
I read one of your books a while back.
|Can't remember if I liked it.
Not to worry.
|I probably don't remember writing it.
As I was saying,|you've caught me at a very bad time.
We're having a serious situation|with our computer system.
- What happened?|- Virus, we think.
Chewed into everything.
|Got into the back-ups.
It'll be two weeks|before we know the extent of the damage.
I just hope to God|we haven't lost everything.
All of your patients' files|were on the computer? Lost records are the least of our problems.
- I'm sure Dr Mendel can explain it to you.
|- I understand one of your patients was recently involved|in an automobile accident? I still can't believe it myself.
How long have you been conducting|these trials? I'm sorry.
I really have to get back to work.
Why don't you call my office|and set up an appointment? We'll do that.
Flash a spotlight in his eyes next time,|why don't you? What'd I do? About a year ago Gerald came down|with this medical condition.
A blockage in his arteries.
Doctors thought he was going to die.
When we signed up for this free programme|at Houston General The gene therapy trials? - One of the newspapers mentioned it.
|- I see.
Well, these gene treatments they saved Gerald's life.
But What, Mrs Wilkerson? After the treatments began Gerald started to change.
Change? How did he change? Well, he just wasn't|the same respectful man I married.
Dr Barantz,|he was overseeing the treatments he claimed that the medication|Gerald was taking could affect his mood.
But this was more than that.
Sometimes it was like there was|somebody else inside my husband's body.
One night I woke up.
|It was late, after 1:00, and Gerald was gone.
He didn't get home till after 4:00 a.
m.
I asked him where he was,|but he wouldn't talk about it.
Just got angry.
This went on for three nights.
I know what you're thinking,|but Gerald wasn't having an affair.
It was something else.
Mrs Wilkerson, what else? I don't know.
Mrs Wilkerson this is very, very important.
One night I followed him in my car.
He drove to this old storage warehouse|just outside of town.
There were people waiting for him.
|Men and women.
At first, I didn't recognise them.
Then I realised who they were.
Who? They were the other people in the trials.
The other patients.
Oh, shit.
Shit! It was a virus.
|Self-replicating, polymorphic worm.
Built-in suicide string.
Once it sucked up everything|on my hard drive, it erased itself.
And you caught this from Ed's workstation? Whatever he found out, it's worm food.
Dr Barantz's computer system has a virus.
Sounds like someone's trying|to cover their tracks.
What does Ed Scrivens' computer have|to do with the gene therapy programme? I'm a little behind the curve|on the whole gene therapy thing.
Well, basically, gene therapy is a process whereby you extract|diseased cells from a patient and alter them at the genetic level.
- Reprogramme them to execute a task.
|- A task? Well, say to replace|the remaining diseased cells.
When you inject the reprogrammed cells|back into the patient bye-bye diseased cells.
Well, that's the theory, anyway.
|It's still largely experimental.
This cellular reprogramming,|it's done by computers? Well, you need computers|to manipulate the gene sequence.
The number of combinations is staggering.
So if someone got into the system they could rewrite the information|being given to the cells.
Rewrite them to do what? They compelled Gerald Wilkerson|to kill Ed Scrivens, for one.
You can't programme people like that.
|People aren't robots.
- Aren't they?|- No.
You've heard the tales.
Twins separated at birth.
They both|use the same brand of toothpaste name their kids Lloyd, love Kenny G.
|We are robots.
We're just not made out of metal.
|We're meatballs.
So what are you saying?|Gerald Wilkerson was reprogrammed? I didn't say that.
That kind of specific behaviour requires|a knowledge of the human genome that mankind|hasn't even begun to approach.
What if we're not talking about mankind? Son of a bitch.
|I knew you were gonna say that.
These late night meetings Wilkerson|was having with the other patients - that's gotta have something to do with this.
|- You're damn straight.
That's why I'm going there tonight.
|I wanna see what's in that warehouse.
I don't like where this is heading at all.
Breaking and entering.
Sounds like fun.
- Count me in.
|- Me, too.
I think I better go alone.
That's not how this works.
|We're still a crew, and this is still a mission.
Besides, you're gonna need a lookout.
Just testing.
- Well, I'm not going, and that's the end of it.
|- The Andersons are expecting us.
- They'll understand.
|- But I don't.
I don't understand.
We've been through this, Paige.
|I gotta handle something at work.
That's an explanation?|You have something to handle at work? I already told you when Ed Scrivens died things started getting a little hectic|around at the Centre.
If things are so hectic,|why are the Andersons still having a party? Why isn't Burt Anderson|heading off with you? - I cannot argue about this now, Paige.
|- Because I'm right! You are using work as an excuse|to get out of this.
Why? I can't even begin to imagine! You don't have to imagine|because we're gonna talk about it later! No, God damn it! Now! This party is important.
Important for Marc, for his future.
You don't know|a goddamn thing about his future.
- And you do.
|- That's right, I do! He does not give a shit|about being an astronaut.
He never did, he never will.
You've got to hear me because I'm gonna tell you something and I need your help.
Something happened to me|on this last mission.
The last mission? The last shuttle mission? Yeah, but not the mission you know.
A mission that happened|five years from now.
What? Sit down.
Just sit down.
Chuck.
What? Five years from now, I was in orbit with Neil.
Neil? Yeah, Neil.
And the world exploded.
And Listen to me, listen.
And you and Marc are dead,|and everybody you know is gone.
And Neil and I and this crew we were saved by this alien.
Just hear me.
Paige, we were saved by some,|I don't know, being.
And he sent us back here to try to stop this horrible thing|from happening.
This thing that's already happened.
You understand? Neil and I are here from the future.
This isn't funny, Chuck.
Listen to me, Paige.
I am begging you, don't leave me.
Are you having an affair? Get out of here.
My bookie figured I had an inside tip|on the games, so he put money down.
Other people took his lead.
They told other people and the whole thing must have mushroomed|like a feedback loop.
The only thing I can figure is|that word must've filtered out to the team word that they were expected to win,|and somehow this got to the kicker.
And the kick was close, anyway.
And that extra information that extra tiny bit of pressure threw him off.
He blew the kick.
He blew the fucking kick.
A simple thing like that, a rumour,|changed history.
Oh, God.
Kind of gives you hope|in a strange sort of way.
Oh, tons.
Is that why you decided to rejoin the cause? Well, I figured, you know, what the hell?|I'm broke.
And there's still one week|till Indiana-Purdue.
So what's your excuse? Scrivens' death.
I mean, if we don't do what we can|to keep the world in one piece it pretty much doesn't matter|whether my son lives or dies.
You ever think about having kids? Darling, my most significant contribution|to this planet could very well be my decision not to breed.
- Follow me.
|- Yeah.
Okay, let's go.
Neil, here's the phone.
You and Sarah be the good eye|over by that shack.
If you see any traffic coming either way,|you give us the buzz and get the hell out of here|and don't wait for us.
That's right.
We're expendable.
Angela, put a light on this gate.
|Kurt, come with me.
Son of a bitch! Chuck, Chuck, this way.
This way.
Hey, guys.
Step.
- I think this is the place.
|- What place? Where all the shit you ever lost winds up.
Anyone find a Bobby Sherman eight-track,|it belongs to me.
Maybe not.
Shit! Oh, my God.
Organic fluorine, oxitane polymer,|polylethylene.
These are These chemicals are used in manufacturing.
Manufacturing what? Perhaps whatever's in there.
Wow.
Holy shit.
Is it me or is this the right size for a person? Looks like motor oil.
More like snot.
Or some kind of amniotic fluid.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Come on.
- Come on.
Come on.
|- What's wrong? - I can't get through.
It must be the links.
|- Oh, my God.
Feels like something alive in there.
What the hell? I think you just woke it up.
I think it's waking up in a bad mood.
Come on.
Yeah? Dad? Dad? Get the fuck out of there! Get the fuck out.
- Go!|- Come on.
Go! Go! Chuck! Come, come on!|Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! God damn it! - Chuck! Come on.
|- Let's go! Chuck, they're coming! Get your ass out of there quick! - Let's go!|- Come on! Go! Chuck! Get out of the way.
Get out of the way! I have a distinct feeling they're on to us.
Dad! Go, go, go! Go! We're gonna have to work|on this part of the job.
Go.
Move it.
We can forget about the warehouse.
|That thing is completely empty.
Rented by some boating supply firm|who's moving in as we speak.
Whatever they were doing, they're|just gonna start over somewhere else.
Eventually.
But now they know|somebody's on to them.
Maybe they'll lie low for a while.
From what I understand, Barantz's patients|have all resumed normal lives.
It's as if nothing has happened.
Well, what were they doing in there?|I mean, what was that thing? That's what we gotta find out.
I wonder if it's enough what we did,|enough to stop it from coming.
Place a bet on Houston,|alter a whole football game.
It's possible we just turned it all around.
Of course we may have|just made things worse.
Instead of five years from now,|maybe it'll blow next week.
Yeah, well, there's no way|we can really know, can we? Well, at least we know more than we did|when we started.
- What do we know?|- We know there's someone out there.
- Someone.
|- Someone what? I was just thinking,|right before The Seeker sent us back I asked him|why he didn't make the jump himself.
Do you remember what he said?|"Only organics can jump.
" Which means what?|That The Seeker is inorganic? Artificial? That's my assumption.
So what do we do now? Well, first things first.
Who had the bacon cheeseburger? - Me.
|- Cough it up.
Honey, have you seen this? The mutation rate is by 37%.
I didn't programme them to do this.
|They're evolving on their own.
And look at this.
There are organisms here|I've never seen before.
It's like they're constructing|their own habitats.
We really have something here.
Yes, we do.
- You make me crazy.
|- So do you.
That's a|billion dollars worth of Uncle Sam's money.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Trying again.
Damn it.
All right, Neil,|I think the idea is to catch the satellite.
Yeah, very funny.
|I've got a big problem here.
Neil, talk to me.
The arm's acting up.
|Server controls are out of phase.
Shoulder pitch is completely locked up.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
We have an arm that's malfunctioning resulting in a minor collision|with the payload.
Over.
Roger, Odyssey.
We're reassessing ground track,|reviewing increment 2 contingency.
We recommend you carry out|arm's diagnostic error routine 3S.
Also suggest you review|ACU test assessment profile.
Over.
Roger, Houston.
Satellite's picked up a wobble.
Definitely in for a hangover come sunup.
Double pitch is seriously over ramp.
Houston, re-requesting|a trouble-shooting procedure Switching to back-up controls.
Come back, Odyssey.
|Did not read you.
Over.
I am go with back-up controls.
Odyssey, come in.
Over.
Odyssey, come in.
Over.
Heading for the dance floor.
Odyssey, come in.
Over.
All right, Houston,|we are switching to back-up.
We're gonna take another crack at this.
Odyssey, we strongly advise|you wait for trouble-shooting.
This is not procedure check.
It is today, Ed.
Over.
Closer.
Closer.
Do it.
Do it, baby.
Why does everything that comes out of|your mouth have something to do with sex? Maybe because we're riding in a|$3 billion phallic symbol.
Don't quote me.
If I started quoting you,|they'd shut down the space programme.
Closer.
Oh, baby, put it in.
Yeah! Come on.
Come on.
Vive I'amour.
Hey, to the greatest catch|since Drew Pearson, Super Bowl 10.
Here, here.
Here, here.
Hey, this tastes like the real thing.
Dom '98.
Got something going|with one of the girls in food processing.
Yeah.
The thought that our nutritional|requirements are being determined by your sexual dalliances doesn't exactly|leave me brimming with confidence.
Speaking of a lack of confidence I don't need to remind you|that I am putting you on live TV.
You make me look bad,|I'm flushing you out the airlock.
Not to worry, darling.
|I promise you a dignified exchange.
But now that we're on the subject|of the airlock did you know that oxygen depletion|enhances the effect of sexual stimulant I don't really want to know that.
Copy that crew assignment change.
|This is your call, Chuck.
Whatever you wanna do is okay by me.
He's your son.
Over.
Well, there's something to be said|for enthusiasm, Ed but he should have waited and he knows it.
You just don't wanna have to be the one|to tell your wife.
On the subject of wives,|I think I smell those cookies from here, Ed.
What did Bernice make you this time? Peanut butter macadamia.
Damn, I'm jealous.
Ask her if she'll make up|a plate of those things for me.
You better be standing by the door|waiting with them when I touch down.
- You hear me?|- I'll be sure and do that.
Thanks, Ed.
Odyssey, out.
You know, I've spent my life|jumping one hurdle after another trying to get where I am, but parenting Not even sure I qualify for that event.
Oh, hell, you qualify.
You just got to step up.
Or like my daddy used to say,|"Get three down and locked.
" Three down and locked.
Houston, translation manoeuvre complete.
|She's back in the pipeline.
Over.
Roger, Odyssey.
You're looking fine.
Over.
Gonna run diagnostics on the arm|before the interview.
Neil, I wanna change the crew assignment.
When the satellite's refitted,|I want Matt to execute the redeployment.
Matt.
Yeah.
He's got more time on the arm.
We had a malfunction.
I need someone|with a little more experience.
Why are you doing this? Neil, you're smart and you're quick.
But this time you're too quick.
When that arm goes down, you wait|for Houston to relay proper troubleshooting.
That's procedure.
You know there wasn't enough time.
|That satellite had a wicked - That was not your call.
|- You let me go ahead with the capture.
I let you go ahead with the capture 'cause in this set of circumstances|you happened to be right.
I see.
|So you're pulling me 'cause I was right.
If you'd have been wrong,|you'd have screwed the pooch and we'd have a billion-dollar satellite|floating up to Pluto along with your career.
If you fuck up,|you do not get a second chance, Son.
If you'd have lost that satellite,|you'd be back in Houston next week Iooking for work as a bartender.
|Now this ain't easy for me.
I bet.
What's that supposed to mean? It means having me up here instead of Marc.
I have work to do.
Earlier today,|some of the astronauts' families turned out at a rally to raise money|for muscular dystrophy.
We spoke with Troy Johnson,|husband of Sarah Forbes and Paige Taggart, wife|of Shuttle Commander, Chuck Taggart and mother of astronaut Neil Taggart.
Well, all the attention can get overwhelming.
But I just try and take it one day at a time.
I just try and be|the best wife and mother I can be.
My wife is the first journalist in outer space.
I couldn't be prouder.
Hey, Sarah, if you're listening,|I love you, babe.
Is it hard for you, as a shuttle commander,|having your son on the crew? Well, as a flight commander,|you have to make many adjustments and I just treat Neil|as another gifted astronaut.
I try to forget that he's my son.
Neil? I guess I just have to echo that.
I think of him as my commander|and try to forget that he's my dad.
Dr Kurt Mendel, Nobel Prize-winning|behavioural geneticist and author of several|best-selling science books is hitching a ride|to the International Space Station where he'll be overseeing|a series of experiments.
Dr Mendel, would you care to explain|the specifics of the work you'll be doing? Well, Sarah, the thrust of my work will be to erect a series of hard protocols designed to penetrate the ins and outs of zero-G environment on DNA sequencing.
Hopefully, it would all come together.
Thank you, Doctor.
My pleasure, Sarah.
This is Sarah Forbes reporting to you live|from the space shuttle.
You're a dead man! You're a dead man! What'd I say? I answered the question.
- Too right.
|- Hey, we just lost video.
Maybe it's the monitor connection.
Matt.
Maybe the uplink's gone sour.
Nah, the whole damn thing's down.
|Smells like a TIGRIS malf.
No, the connections look solid.
Control, this is Odyssey.
Do you read? Over.
- Could be the switching unit.
|- No.
Audio's dead, too.
Houston, this is Odyssey, come in.
Houston, this is Odyssey, come in.
Over.
|Houston What the hell? Is that coming from Earth? Okay, everybody,|get to the crew compartment.
Now.
Let's move it! I'll stow the camera and secure the hatch.
On the double, all right? Oh, my God! Shit! Matt! Matt! Shut the hatch! - I can't get to you!|- You'll lose the ship! Do it, now! Chuck! What the fuck are you doing? Open the fucking hatch! Chuck! Come on! Chuck! Bastard! Houston.
Houston, come in.
Houston, come in, over.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Come in, over.
Houston.
This is Odyssey.
Come in.
Houston.
Houston.
This is Odyssey.
Come in, over.
What the fuck's going on? I can't find the Earth.
Houston.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Over.
I'm not getting tach, Dad.
Now look, we can't worry about it now.
|Kurt, how's Angela doing? Possible concussion.
- Where's the checklist?|- How serious? - Serious enough.
|- And I need a checklist for the thruster link.
To hell with the checklist.
|The shit can't EOMS.
Kurt, give me a straight answer,|God damn it! - He said she had a concussion, Taggart.
|- What the fuck is going on? - Neil.
|- Where the fuck are we? - Listen|- Where is the fucking Earth? Just shut up, god damn it! Now get a hold of yourself and listen to me.
|Get the goddamn headset on.
We've gotta get hold of the ship, see, Son.
Just maintain and open up that computer|and go through this check with me.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Over.
Come in.
Maybe one of the fuel tanks ruptured|and maybe that's what put us where we are.
And where is that exactly? On the other side of the moon maybe|and maybe the Earth is behind it.
Do you have any idea of the amount|of thrust a little trip like that would take? Sorry, folks, we haven't moved,|not even a few miles anyway.
Houston, this is Odyssey.
Over.
Houston No, that's not possible.
Houston, are you hearing me in?|Come in.
Over.
That's not possible.
Houston, come What is so funny? It just occurred to me this is one scenario NASA really forgot to programme|into the simulators.
Kurt, get down to the avionics bay.
|I wanna run a complete systems check.
Another procedure in the junior shuttle|commander's handbook, Chuckie? - Knock it off.
|- Refresh my memory.
Which procedure gives you licence|to blast a crew member into outer space? This ain't a goddamn democracy, Kurt.
|Get down to the avionics bay.
What for?|Planning to flush me out like Matt? Oh, God! Fire in FD Bay 1.
Arm auto-extinguisher, now! Activate auto-extinguisher, now! Shit! Didn't do a goddamn thing.
See it, Dad.
It's the bay.
On four, three, two, one, push! Move it! One, two, three! Hit it.
Keep it up! Keep it up! Yeah.
That smoke's gonna be a bitch of a problem.
- What are you doing?|- I'm killing the optic sub-system.
That recycles the oxygen.
The fire took out|the lithium hydroxide canisters.
All of them? - Except the two already installed.
|- Lithium hydroxide? They remove carbon dioxide from the air.
- We got enough air for 12 hours.
|- Yeah, but with all the smoke The system has to filter out the smoke,|so you cut that down to three.
Three hours? We can't live on these.
|They last only 45 minutes.
- I've gotta get the smoke out of here.
|- How'll you do that? I'm gonna depressurise the entire ship.
What are we supposed to do?|Hold our breath? Neil and I'll climb into the EFUs.
The rest of you get into|the personal rescue enclosure.
I'd like to raise an issue.
|What's the point of all this? - To stay alive.
|- For an extra nine hours? - It's better than nothing.
|- Is it? Nine more hours to sit around|and wait for the oxygen to run out.
We can't just give up, Kurt.
Look out the window!|Earth is not on the mission programme.
If ever there was a time to give up, this is it! I say we bag this routine|and get it over with! I wanna live,|even if it is only for nine hours.
Why? You want another interview? - God damn it, Kurt!|- Would you cut it out? It takes 20 minutes to get into the suits,|15 to clear the vent.
We cannot stand around and argue.
Neil's right.
Take out the EMUs.
Son, take care|of the personal rescue enclosures.
Well, I am gonna depressurise this cabin and you can get into an enclosure|if you want to or you can sit here and twiddle your thumbs|while you decompress.
But if that's your choice, do me a favour and get your ass in a sleeping bag|and zip the fucker up because I do not wish to spend|my last living hours cleaning up the mess.
Why the change of heart? Well, I always had a secret desire|to be a Christmas tree ornament.
Neil, what's your status? Neil, what's your status? Over.
Ready.
Closing console.
Opening cabin vents.
Whoa.
Our shepherd, the Lord,|hallowed be Thy name.
Come on, baby.
Hold, hold, hold.
|Come on, baby.
And lead us not into temptation,|but deliver us from evil.
Oh, God, please don't let me fart.
Closing cabin vents.
Opening lights.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, darling.
|I love you.
Oh, God! What? Yummy.
You can join in at any time.
Yes, I just don't have that gene, darling.
Sure sounded like you did|when I opened that recovery enclosure.
A slip of the tongue.
Doesn't give you much comfort, does it,|not believing in an afterlife? On the contrary, it gives me lots of comfort.
How can the prospect of non-existence|be comforting? I look at it like this.
Before I came on stage the universe had been around|for 12 billion years.
All that time, I was in a state|of non-existence, and it wasn't bad.
Pretty comfortable, as a matter of fact.
I figure it'll be just as comfortable|for the next 12 billion years.
So all of those people are wrong|who believe in a higher power.
Look what good it did them.
What's that? It's my comfort.
He died six months|after that picture was taken.
- Of what?|- Cancer.
- I'm sorry.
|- It's okay.
He's what I've got to look forward to.
He and Troy, my husband,|my second husband.
My first marriage died|not too long after my son.
Two husbands in afterlife|could get pretty stormy.
Yeah, I know.
So strange.
When NASA invited me on this mission one of the reasons I accepted was because|I thought it would bring me closer to God and my little boy.
Guess I'm gonna get my wish.
I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
About Marc.
Forget it.
Why do you think he left? God, man.
Well, you know I know why.
He left because he didn't want to be what he could've been what I wished he could've been.
So he left.
You wanna kill that auxiliary power unit.
I don't think we need it anymore.
Yeah.
Sure.
Doesn't anybody want to say anything? I need to use the john.
Okay, come on.
We're wasting oxygen.
Hey.
Remember during training|when I invited you up to my apartment? You told me maybe|if I was the last man on Earth.
Well? Sarah? - Neil.
Neil.
|- Yeah? Neil.
We've touched down.
|Neil.
We touched down.
- You awake?|- Yeah.
We touched down somewhere.
- Excuse me.
|- Hello.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, we're alive.
We're alive.
I wouldn't jump to any conclusions.
Is this heaven? Hear that? If it's heaven, it's run by machines.
If it's heaven, I hope they serve coffee.
This gravity is playing hell|with the structural damage.
We better evacuate|before this thing comes down on our heads.
How do we know it's any better out there? Well, I'll tell you in a minute.
Well, we should throw something out first.
Dad, that's definitely not procedure.
Let's evacuate.
- I guess I should've expected it.
|- What? God is an old, white guy.
It's probably an artificial construct so we won't freak out,|derived from TV transmissions.
- How do you know that?|- Three hundred hours of Star Trek.
You're all alive.
It means I got the atmosphere right.
It's English, isn't it? Yeah, we speak English.
For a second I thought I had it wrong.
Now, who the hell are you? I'm the last remaining inhabitant|of my world.
As for my name, in my culture,|we didn't use names in the same way your culture did.
We identified ourselves|by our life purpose which I suppose makes me The Seeker.
- Where are we?|- You're aboard my ship.
The same concept as that baby over there only, with about 5,000 years|of technology behind it.
Do you know what happened to the Earth? I do, indeed.
The same thing that happened to my world.
Same thing that happened|to over 50 other worlds.
Destroyed.
Everything gone.
How? Why? That's the big mystery.
Three hundred years ago I was sent on a quest|to locate other civilisations.
But wherever I went, there was only dust.
When I returned to my home world,|I found the same.
I've been searching the galaxy ever since.
I pick up radio signals.
I follow them to their source.
But when I arrive,|the source is always gone and I'm always too late.
Like this time? Yes and no.
You five are the only survivors|from a sundered world that I've ever run into.
Because of that, there is still a chance|to save your world.
But the Earth is gone.
I have it in my power to project you back.
Project us back? - Time travel.
|- Sort of.
Physical time travel doesn't work.
|Mathematically impossible.
Your bodies can't go back.
What you think of|as your consciousness can.
Our souls.
Well, we're really talking about|information patterns.
I can take your current patterns and download them|into your physical selves of the past.
How far past? The jump limit is around five of your years.
|That should give you enough time.
- But enough time|- Enough time to stop it.
To stop the destruction.
If you can do that for us,|why don't you send yourself back? Only organics can jump.
Then are you what I think you are? - What can you do for her?|- She only has about two minutes.
- What do you need to send us back?|- All I need is the word.
If there's a chance in heaven to prevent this,|then do it, man.
- What are we supposed to be looking for?|- I can tell you this.
The destroyers attack from within.
She's losing her pulse.
|She's losing her pulse.
I can retrieve her information.
|You can still go back.
- Then do it.
|- What are you talking about? You can't let him do that.
- Do it now!|- You don't know who he is or what he does.
I don't give a goddamn who he is!|Do it now.
Seek within your own.
Seek within your own.
Oh, God.
What's the matter? I'm home.
Of course you're home.
You had a nightmare? Come on.
We gotta get up early tomorrow.
Hi.
Neil.
Chuck.
Neil.
This is Marc's room.
What is wrong with you? Where's Neil? You're scaring me, Chuck.
- Where is he?|- You know where he is.
I've never seen anybody just drop like that.
It's creepy.
Where am I? Kayley? That would be me.
And I'm Wade.
This is your other very close friend, Diaz.
This is a party? - Yeah, man, this is a party.
|- Yeah.
Wade, I'm in junior year.
Have you been taking any prescription|medication we should know about? I gotta use the phone.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, Troy.
Oh, my God.
Troy? - Paul?|- Yeah.
You were expecting somebody else? No! I'm back.
- You're back?|- Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
Paul, I'm back.
Oh, my God.
I'm back.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
That's the last time we have Mexican food|after 9:00 p.
m.
Now tell me, who's Troy anyways? Sarah? Baby, it's Mommy.
- Baby.
|- I'm sleeping.
I'm sorry, baby.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God.
Oh, my God! Oh, my baby.
Oh, God.
Where are you? Are you okay? Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
I'm at a party.
- A party?|- A party? Dad, we're back.
We're really back.
|This is incredible.
Yeah, I know, Neil.
Where's this party? I don't know.
Oh, my God.
It's at the Fishers'.
Okay.
Stay right there.
I'll be right over.
Where are the car keys, honey? You are supposed to be at Wade's house|studying for an exam.
Mom? Yeah Gosh, Mom, I'm really sorry.
You have no idea|how sorry you're going to be.
Keys, keys.
- What are you going to do about your son?|- My son? Why is he always my son?|He's your son, too.
I can't believe he's almost 18.
Neither can I.
- Where are the car keys?|- Where you always leave them.
Birdcage.
Guess you never thought|you'd be glad to see me.
How'd you guess? 'Cause I was thinking|the same thing about you.
- Chuck?|- This is Hi, you must be Mrs Taggart.
|I'm Kurt Mendel.
- I'm an old buddy of Chuck's.
|- College.
College.
College.
So what brings you out here|this time of night? We've got a big problem.
I've got a big problem.
|My car broke down about a mile back.
L - Thought I'd take you to the gas station.
|- That's right.
- No problem.
I'll be right back.
|- What about Neil? I'll pick him up on the way back.
One second|she's in the Odyssey's cockpit the next second she's on a spacewalk|five years ago.
She doesn't know anything|about the Earth being destroyed.
The time jumble, The Seeker.
The shit of it is she was injured|when she was projected back.
There's no goddamn telling|what kind of condition she's in now.
- Chuck!|- Ed.
- What the hell is going on?|- We gotta talk.
Easy now.
Take it slow, fella.
- Talk to who? And who is this?|- Dr Kurt Mendel.
He's with me.
- Lf we can talk to her, we can save her.
|- Now hold on No, I'm not done,|you bull-headed son of a bitch.
We talk to her, we can save her.
|If we don't, she dies.
You hear me? She dies.
Angela, this is Joe.
Do you read? Over.
Angela, this is Joe.
Do you read? She's using up fuel like crazy.
Another few seconds,|she's in the atmosphere.
You better give me a goddamn procedure or I'm gonna burn the OMS|and bring her in with the arm.
I don't care how close we are|to the atmosphere.
Discovery, this is control.
Go hot air-to-air|and activate XMIT-PTT.
Over.
Roger, Control.
Out.
What are you gonna do, give her a pep talk? Flight Officer Perry, this is Chuck Taggart.
|Over.
Taggart? Please respond.
Over.
Flight Officer Perry, take control of the MMU|and return to orbiter now.
Over.
Shit.
Angela, this is your mission commander,|Chuck Taggart.
Now I'm ordering you to look alive get hold of that goddamn|man-manoeuvring unit and get your ass back|to that ship, now! Over.
Angela! Angela.
- She's responding.
|- Matt.
Have we met? No.
I guess not.
I'm sorry.
I thought you were someone else.
Okay, Chuck,|I am ordering Discovery to intercept.
No, you can't do that, Ed.
The ship gets anywhere nearer to that|atmosphere, it'll turn to a ball of fire.
Angela get three down and lock.
Listen to me.
Get three down and lock.
Angela, like your daddy always said,|get three down and lock, honey.
- That is it.
I am giving the command.
|- She's too close to the atmosphere.
If we send them in, we could lose the ship.
I'm the flight director here,|and I will make the call! Do you understand? Listen.
This is Flight Flight Officer Perry.
I read you, Houston.
Come on.
Come on.
Control, this is Discovery.
She's coming home.
Girls.
- Has he had trouble eating?|- No.
- Gastric distress of any kind?|- No.
Can I ask you why you think|Corey might need this type of examination? My family has a history of cancer,|and my father died of it.
He was well into his 70s,|if I remember correctly.
He was 75.
Sarah, stomach cancer|in a child Corey's age is extremely rare.
I realise that.
|I just would like to get him checked out.
I mean, if you won't do it,|I'll just go someplace that will.
I see.
I'll do a complete physical right now and I'll make an appointment at the hospital|for x-rays.
- You can get those|- Today.
We'll schedule it for this afternoon.
Thank you.
Oh, God.
told reporters this afternoon I could still smell it on his clothes|this morning.
He was smoking pot.
We need to do something about this, Chuck.
sufficient free breathing time|before embarking on the space walk.
Before leaving the shuttle Hi, this is Sarah.
|I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message after the beep.
Oh, Jesus.
Could I have your attention, please? Yeah, honey.
I'll talk to him.
He needs more than a talk.
Who are you calling? Do I have to go back|to the doctor today? He's just gonna take|some pictures of you, honey.
You wanna paint? Okay.
There's your painting.
Hello, Sarah.
This is Chuck Taggart.
Please call me at 555-0175.
Hello, Sarah.
|This is Chuck Taggart again.
Please What're you doing, honey? That's really nice, honey.
- Who's Sarah Forbes?|- Sarah Forbes, honey, is a reporter.
And? And she just wants to talk to me|about this thing that I have with Angela.
Since when do you care so much|about talking to reporters? Hello.
Don't call me anymore.
- Sarah.
|- I can't be a part of this.
Sarah, you are a part of this.
Sarah? For the record, we were four years,|319 days, and seven hours from where we were before.
Which gives us exactly four years,|319 days, and seven hours to stop what's happened from happening.
Sorry.
Hello? Tova.
Yeah.
Well, the reason I called you|was to let you know that the wedding's off.
Yeah.
You heard me right.
I know you're not with your parents, Tova.
|You're in Skirkie with Steve.
Well, that's for me to know,|and you to find out.
In the meantime, I want you and your crap|out of my apartment by tomorrow night.
Thank you.
Bye.
- I think I just saved myself a ton in alimony.
|- Yeah, Kurt you wanna do the world a favour and|shit-can that cell phone for two minutes? It's on vibrate.
You all right behind those glasses, Neil? Yeah, good, because this four years|is gonna pass like a fucking heartbeat unless we stand smartly.
So listen up.
The Seeker said, "Seek within your own,|look within your own.
" What the hell was that? Maybe he meant that whoever|destroyed the Earth looks just like us.
Well, that narrows it down|to six billion people.
I'll take North America.
- We don't have much to go on, do we?|- Maybe we do.
That NADCOM satellite we deployed|wasn't a communications satellite.
- What?|- The NADCOM designation was just a cover.
A cover for what? Something that came down through|the agency's Special Projects Division.
The most I could figure out it was|some sort of orbital physics experiment.
Code name was Bright Sky.
- Jesus.
It was the feds, wasn't it?|- Yeah.
- They used us, didn't they?|- Yeah.
Orbital physics experiment?|What the fuck is that? Hell, if I know, baby.
|I'm just paid to hang them up in space.
My clearance doesn't go that far,|but I'll tell you this.
When we were drifting,|right before we ran out of oxygen I searched the back-up COMSES file.
There was a ground to air|S-band transmission sent to that satellite|a nanosecond before the Earth exploded.
Now it was a programming code,|and I was able to decipher one word.
Leviathan.
The good news is we don't have|to go off searching for any more destroyers.
- They're sitting right here at this table.
|- You don't know that.
He does.
Goddamn decent of you|to let us in on your little secret, Chuckie.
You don't really expect us to buy into|the "I wasn't in the loop" bullshit, do you? Kurt, do you hear that noise? That's me giving a shit|about what you believe or not.
That's good,|'cause I think you're a fucking liar.
- Hey, come on.
|- Let's not do this.
- My thoughts exactly.
|- Kurt.
Where are you going? I'm gonna spend the next five years|getting drunk.
Bye.
Kurt.
Kurt.
Jesus Christ.
No sign of compromised blood flow|whatsoever.
We're looking at|80% revascularisation minimum.
Times like this, I think|we should stock champagne.
So, look, Doc,|the season's starting up and all and all the fellows are bugging me|to get back on the lanes again.
I don't care if the Pope flies in|and hands you the papal bowling ball.
We talked about this, Gerald.
I want you to refrain|from all physical activity for another six weeks, Mr Wilkerson.
Don't worry, Doctor.
|His bowling days are over.
I'll see you next week.
- Bright Sky?|- Yeah.
I never heard of it.
You say it's coming down|from Special Projects? Yeah.
Well, how'd you hear about it? I opened up some screwball e-mail.
|I thought it was from a college sweetheart.
And on the whole|it just turns out to be a bust but in it, it listed every single thing|I just told you plus which at the end of it there's some|goddamn foreboding warning that some future mission|is gonna be endangered.
- That's a prank.
|- Maybe.
It's gotta be.
|It's some wiseass over in data processing.
I'm telling you, I wouldn't give you two shits|for the college boys they're hiring today.
You know, if memory serves,|right before Challenger we had a bunch of anonymous e-mails,|didn't we? Come on, Chuck.
Don't bring that one up.
Look, Ed, you know, I'm sorry|I got a bug up my ass about this thing but if it's nothing, it's nothing.
|There's no harm done.
But if it's something, it's better we|check it out rather than crash and burn.
What the hell is going on|around here anyway? One of the best pilots in the rotation|completely loses it in the middle of a routine EVA? You come flying in out of the blue|and talk her down.
I still don't know how.
As we used to say in the old glory days,|it beats flipping burgers, doesn't it? Ed, I wouldn't ask you this|if it wasn't important.
Well I'm not going through channels.
I don't want anyone to know|I'm poking around.
I'll use the back door|at great risk to my career.
I appreciate that, pal.
And I'm sorry I called you|a bull-headed son of a bitch.
No.
The mutual funds, too.
And I want it all in cash.
Larry, Larry, Larry.
Yeah, I know I'm taking a big hit.
Just make it happen, okay? Believe me, I know what I'm doing.
|Thanks.
Bye.
Horse racing? Football.
Lost my house first go around.
|Not this time.
- Drink?|- No.
Thanks.
Your door was open.
I don't see much point in shutting it,|I guess.
Place looks bigger.
Well, personally, I think|she took a little more than her stuff.
To what do I owe the pleasure? I was in the neighbourhood and realised|I never thanked you for saving my life.
Chuckie got through to you.
|He's who you need to thank.
Yeah, well, he told me you were the one|that sounded the alarm, so Just spend the next five years wisely.
Take up smoking,|eat plenty of red meat and dairy products.
Practise loads of unsafe sex.
- Is that what you plan to do?|- Well, for starters.
Mainly, I plan to get insanely rich,|followed by obscenely rich.
What's the point if nothing will be here|in five years? Well, he who dies with the most toys Maybe we don't have to die at all.
Maybe that's why we survived.
|Maybe we're here for a reason.
I don't believe|anything happens for a reason.
Come on.
If you can make a killing|on a football game it means we can change the way things go.
How about we change the way things went? How do you live with yourself? Well, no one else will, so I might as well.
Let's say we do manage to stop the world|from blowing up in five years.
Look around you, Angela.
|Is that really such a great accomplishment? I wish I could say you had changed, Kurt.
But the funny thing is,|you're exactly the same.
And that's the problem.
And that's the KNBS News|for this afternoon.
Join us for the action edition at 6:00 p.
m.
Urban asthma.
Are you at risk? Our very own Dr Mac|will bring you up to speed.
KNBS Action News,|investigative and hard-hitting.
- When were you gonna tell me?|- Tell you what? That you're taking our son in|for cancer screenings.
- How'd you find out?|- Dr Egrari called.
You told me|that Corey was coming down with a cold.
You lied to me.
The tests were all negative.
Well, you sound disappointed.
Egrari said that you were taking Corey|to see a specialist for more tests.
- That's right.
|- What's going on? Dr Egrari's worried, but not about Corey.
|She's worried about you.
She's using words|like obsessive-compulsive.
She's even mentioned something called|Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy.
- Do you know what that is?|- Might have heard of it.
It's when a parent tries|to draw attention to themselves by claiming that their child|has a serious illness.
Dr Egrari said sometimes parents will even|induce these symptoms in their children - just to get people to believe them!|- I would never hurt Corey.
Come here.
The other night when I had that nightmare I dreamt that Corey got cancer.
Jesus.
I watched him waste away, Paul.
I watched his hair fall out.
I watched him get so thin|that he couldn't stand up.
And I held him in my arms,|and he stopped breathing.
And it was so real.
It was so real.
I just have to make sure.
I have to make sure.
Sweetheart! Hey, Mom.
It's good to have you here.
Neil.
Hey.
Hey, Dad.
Marc.
This is awesome, Mom.
If I have one more helping|of chipped beef Ham tender enough? Well, any more tender|and I wouldn't have to chew.
The Andersons are having a get-together|on Saturday night.
We thought you should come along.
I was planning on hanging out|with some of the guys on Saturday.
John Stiles will be there.
He just got a seat|on the astronaut selection panel.
Honey, can you pass me|some more corn, please? Don't you think it would be a good idea|if Marc were there? I think it'd be a good idea for Marc|to do whatever the hell he wants to.
If he wants to hang out with his friends.
He can see his friends any time.
|They're not going anywhere.
Well, John Stiles isn't going anywhere,|either.
- Chuck.
|- Mom.
It's okay.
I'll be there.
I'll just go with the guys on Friday night.
Now we're gonna meet the woman who's gonna choose|one of these three guys as her date.
To prevent her from hearing anything|about these guys we've kept her isolated backstage.
- Hello?|- Gerald Wilkerson, please.
Gerald! Phone call for you! Yeah, this is Gerald.
Where are you going? Bowling.
You're not leaving this house.
Gerald Wilkerson.
I want that bowling ball.
I said give me that! Never touch my bowling ball again.
Don't wait up.
This interception on a third-quarter bomb just may have made the difference|here today.
And there's Joe Anthony|to throw to Weaver.
Weaver taking it to the 35-yard line.
I can't believe you're so relaxed.
I am not anything but relaxed.
You're about to lose so much money|on this game.
- Bet you an hour's worth I don't.
|- You're on.
Oh, boy.
And the hand-off to Duckett.
|Duckett runs right up the middle.
- Fumble.
|- Fumble! He dropped the ball! Hey, how'd you know|that was gonna happen? I know many things, darling.
Michigan with no more time outs,|so Coon has been summoned.
Seconds winding down in this game It will hang left and squeak through.
|Just like me, darling.
There's the snap.
And it bounces off the upright.
It's no good.
Just listen to that crowd.
|This breaks an unbelievable point for Coon who failed four|of his last field goal attempts.
A very Wow.
You're sure relaxed now.
A crushing moment.
Hey, Bobby.
Checking out for tonight.
|See you tomorrow.
The President assured|the Senate Subcommittee on Thursday that he would make the pursuit|of the tax cheats a top priority.
In other news, an automobile accident|has claimed the life of Ed Scrivens the veteran NASA flight director of over 50 shuttle missions.
The accident took place late last night as Scrivens was on his way home|from work.
NASA officials described themselves as stunned and saddened by the death Don't ever forget that.
I sort of wish he could've gone up with us.
He always wanted to go, just once.
Ed was never one for regrets.
He was just so happy|that you were up there in his place.
Listen, Bernice if you need anything at all,|please don't hesitate to call us.
Honey, I'm gonna hang around|and talk to some people.
I'll take Neil with me.
Are you sure? Yeah.
I'll see you and Marc|back at the house.
Come in.
Hi.
- How are you feeling?|- About the same.
Don't let it get cold.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- Mrs Wilkerson?|- Yes.
My name is Chuck Taggart.
|This is Angela Perry.
We're friends of Ed Scrivens.
We'd like to talk to you if you'd be so kind|to give us a moment of your time.
I'm sorry.
|I really don't have the time right now.
Wait.
Mrs Wilkerson.
We know|you've been reluctant to talk - Excuse me.
|- Wait! We understand that Mr Scrivens' firm|was preparing a lawsuit against We're not here to talk about any of that.
We're just trying to understand|what happened to our friend.
Please.
Just one moment.
Please.
News special? Yes.
Medical breakthroughs|of the new millennium.
It's a series we're running for sweeps.
I'm Sarah Forbes of CNT.
|This is Dr Mendel, my research advisor.
Dr Kurt Mendel, the author.
I read one of your books a while back.
|Can't remember if I liked it.
Not to worry.
|I probably don't remember writing it.
As I was saying,|you've caught me at a very bad time.
We're having a serious situation|with our computer system.
- What happened?|- Virus, we think.
Chewed into everything.
|Got into the back-ups.
It'll be two weeks|before we know the extent of the damage.
I just hope to God|we haven't lost everything.
All of your patients' files|were on the computer? Lost records are the least of our problems.
- I'm sure Dr Mendel can explain it to you.
|- I understand one of your patients was recently involved|in an automobile accident? I still can't believe it myself.
How long have you been conducting|these trials? I'm sorry.
I really have to get back to work.
Why don't you call my office|and set up an appointment? We'll do that.
Flash a spotlight in his eyes next time,|why don't you? What'd I do? About a year ago Gerald came down|with this medical condition.
A blockage in his arteries.
Doctors thought he was going to die.
When we signed up for this free programme|at Houston General The gene therapy trials? - One of the newspapers mentioned it.
|- I see.
Well, these gene treatments they saved Gerald's life.
But What, Mrs Wilkerson? After the treatments began Gerald started to change.
Change? How did he change? Well, he just wasn't|the same respectful man I married.
Dr Barantz,|he was overseeing the treatments he claimed that the medication|Gerald was taking could affect his mood.
But this was more than that.
Sometimes it was like there was|somebody else inside my husband's body.
One night I woke up.
|It was late, after 1:00, and Gerald was gone.
He didn't get home till after 4:00 a.
m.
I asked him where he was,|but he wouldn't talk about it.
Just got angry.
This went on for three nights.
I know what you're thinking,|but Gerald wasn't having an affair.
It was something else.
Mrs Wilkerson, what else? I don't know.
Mrs Wilkerson this is very, very important.
One night I followed him in my car.
He drove to this old storage warehouse|just outside of town.
There were people waiting for him.
|Men and women.
At first, I didn't recognise them.
Then I realised who they were.
Who? They were the other people in the trials.
The other patients.
Oh, shit.
Shit! It was a virus.
|Self-replicating, polymorphic worm.
Built-in suicide string.
Once it sucked up everything|on my hard drive, it erased itself.
And you caught this from Ed's workstation? Whatever he found out, it's worm food.
Dr Barantz's computer system has a virus.
Sounds like someone's trying|to cover their tracks.
What does Ed Scrivens' computer have|to do with the gene therapy programme? I'm a little behind the curve|on the whole gene therapy thing.
Well, basically, gene therapy is a process whereby you extract|diseased cells from a patient and alter them at the genetic level.
- Reprogramme them to execute a task.
|- A task? Well, say to replace|the remaining diseased cells.
When you inject the reprogrammed cells|back into the patient bye-bye diseased cells.
Well, that's the theory, anyway.
|It's still largely experimental.
This cellular reprogramming,|it's done by computers? Well, you need computers|to manipulate the gene sequence.
The number of combinations is staggering.
So if someone got into the system they could rewrite the information|being given to the cells.
Rewrite them to do what? They compelled Gerald Wilkerson|to kill Ed Scrivens, for one.
You can't programme people like that.
|People aren't robots.
- Aren't they?|- No.
You've heard the tales.
Twins separated at birth.
They both|use the same brand of toothpaste name their kids Lloyd, love Kenny G.
|We are robots.
We're just not made out of metal.
|We're meatballs.
So what are you saying?|Gerald Wilkerson was reprogrammed? I didn't say that.
That kind of specific behaviour requires|a knowledge of the human genome that mankind|hasn't even begun to approach.
What if we're not talking about mankind? Son of a bitch.
|I knew you were gonna say that.
These late night meetings Wilkerson|was having with the other patients - that's gotta have something to do with this.
|- You're damn straight.
That's why I'm going there tonight.
|I wanna see what's in that warehouse.
I don't like where this is heading at all.
Breaking and entering.
Sounds like fun.
- Count me in.
|- Me, too.
I think I better go alone.
That's not how this works.
|We're still a crew, and this is still a mission.
Besides, you're gonna need a lookout.
Just testing.
- Well, I'm not going, and that's the end of it.
|- The Andersons are expecting us.
- They'll understand.
|- But I don't.
I don't understand.
We've been through this, Paige.
|I gotta handle something at work.
That's an explanation?|You have something to handle at work? I already told you when Ed Scrivens died things started getting a little hectic|around at the Centre.
If things are so hectic,|why are the Andersons still having a party? Why isn't Burt Anderson|heading off with you? - I cannot argue about this now, Paige.
|- Because I'm right! You are using work as an excuse|to get out of this.
Why? I can't even begin to imagine! You don't have to imagine|because we're gonna talk about it later! No, God damn it! Now! This party is important.
Important for Marc, for his future.
You don't know|a goddamn thing about his future.
- And you do.
|- That's right, I do! He does not give a shit|about being an astronaut.
He never did, he never will.
You've got to hear me because I'm gonna tell you something and I need your help.
Something happened to me|on this last mission.
The last mission? The last shuttle mission? Yeah, but not the mission you know.
A mission that happened|five years from now.
What? Sit down.
Just sit down.
Chuck.
What? Five years from now, I was in orbit with Neil.
Neil? Yeah, Neil.
And the world exploded.
And Listen to me, listen.
And you and Marc are dead,|and everybody you know is gone.
And Neil and I and this crew we were saved by this alien.
Just hear me.
Paige, we were saved by some,|I don't know, being.
And he sent us back here to try to stop this horrible thing|from happening.
This thing that's already happened.
You understand? Neil and I are here from the future.
This isn't funny, Chuck.
Listen to me, Paige.
I am begging you, don't leave me.
Are you having an affair? Get out of here.
My bookie figured I had an inside tip|on the games, so he put money down.
Other people took his lead.
They told other people and the whole thing must have mushroomed|like a feedback loop.
The only thing I can figure is|that word must've filtered out to the team word that they were expected to win,|and somehow this got to the kicker.
And the kick was close, anyway.
And that extra information that extra tiny bit of pressure threw him off.
He blew the kick.
He blew the fucking kick.
A simple thing like that, a rumour,|changed history.
Oh, God.
Kind of gives you hope|in a strange sort of way.
Oh, tons.
Is that why you decided to rejoin the cause? Well, I figured, you know, what the hell?|I'm broke.
And there's still one week|till Indiana-Purdue.
So what's your excuse? Scrivens' death.
I mean, if we don't do what we can|to keep the world in one piece it pretty much doesn't matter|whether my son lives or dies.
You ever think about having kids? Darling, my most significant contribution|to this planet could very well be my decision not to breed.
- Follow me.
|- Yeah.
Okay, let's go.
Neil, here's the phone.
You and Sarah be the good eye|over by that shack.
If you see any traffic coming either way,|you give us the buzz and get the hell out of here|and don't wait for us.
That's right.
We're expendable.
Angela, put a light on this gate.
|Kurt, come with me.
Son of a bitch! Chuck, Chuck, this way.
This way.
Hey, guys.
Step.
- I think this is the place.
|- What place? Where all the shit you ever lost winds up.
Anyone find a Bobby Sherman eight-track,|it belongs to me.
Maybe not.
Shit! Oh, my God.
Organic fluorine, oxitane polymer,|polylethylene.
These are These chemicals are used in manufacturing.
Manufacturing what? Perhaps whatever's in there.
Wow.
Holy shit.
Is it me or is this the right size for a person? Looks like motor oil.
More like snot.
Or some kind of amniotic fluid.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Come on.
- Come on.
Come on.
|- What's wrong? - I can't get through.
It must be the links.
|- Oh, my God.
Feels like something alive in there.
What the hell? I think you just woke it up.
I think it's waking up in a bad mood.
Come on.
Yeah? Dad? Dad? Get the fuck out of there! Get the fuck out.
- Go!|- Come on.
Go! Go! Chuck! Come, come on!|Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! God damn it! - Chuck! Come on.
|- Let's go! Chuck, they're coming! Get your ass out of there quick! - Let's go!|- Come on! Go! Chuck! Get out of the way.
Get out of the way! I have a distinct feeling they're on to us.
Dad! Go, go, go! Go! We're gonna have to work|on this part of the job.
Go.
Move it.
We can forget about the warehouse.
|That thing is completely empty.
Rented by some boating supply firm|who's moving in as we speak.
Whatever they were doing, they're|just gonna start over somewhere else.
Eventually.
But now they know|somebody's on to them.
Maybe they'll lie low for a while.
From what I understand, Barantz's patients|have all resumed normal lives.
It's as if nothing has happened.
Well, what were they doing in there?|I mean, what was that thing? That's what we gotta find out.
I wonder if it's enough what we did,|enough to stop it from coming.
Place a bet on Houston,|alter a whole football game.
It's possible we just turned it all around.
Of course we may have|just made things worse.
Instead of five years from now,|maybe it'll blow next week.
Yeah, well, there's no way|we can really know, can we? Well, at least we know more than we did|when we started.
- What do we know?|- We know there's someone out there.
- Someone.
|- Someone what? I was just thinking,|right before The Seeker sent us back I asked him|why he didn't make the jump himself.
Do you remember what he said?|"Only organics can jump.
" Which means what?|That The Seeker is inorganic? Artificial? That's my assumption.
So what do we do now? Well, first things first.
Who had the bacon cheeseburger? - Me.
|- Cough it up.
Honey, have you seen this? The mutation rate is by 37%.
I didn't programme them to do this.
|They're evolving on their own.
And look at this.
There are organisms here|I've never seen before.
It's like they're constructing|their own habitats.
We really have something here.
Yes, we do.
- You make me crazy.
|- So do you.