Mission To Mars Page #5

Woody!

Woody!

Woody! Woody!

Woody!

- Woody!

- No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.

- Terri.

- What?

Take the gun.

Take it.

Phil, hang on.

Go!

- Woody, what's your status?

- Well, uh,

my suit jets are gone, and I'm still

carrying a good deal of velocity.

Soon as we get hooked up,

I'll come get you.

I'd have to say negative on that, Jim.

- Negative on the transmission?

- No, I heard ya.

Negative on the maneuver.

- I am not retrievable.

- Woody,

you're not going that fast.

Well, it all comes down

to the amount of fuel, honey.

Suit jets are designed

for attitude control, not travel.

- Retrieval just won't work.

- Well, it's gotta work.

Hey, listen. I don't like it

any more than you do.

- Run the numbers, Jim.

- I am.

You hang tight, Woody.

We'll get in the REMO,

drop her down and come scoop you up.

Sounds good, Jim.

It's gonna take half an hour...

to get the REMO reoriented. Woody will

be in the atmosphere by then!

Then we'll just have to

get her moving faster.

- We don't have time.

- Listen to Jim, honey.

It's a good plan.

No.

We're gonna come get you.

- Okay, get ready for brakes.

- Come on, now.

On my mark. Three, two, one.

You can do it! You can do it!

- Come on! Come on!

- Mark.

Yeah! Yeah!

- Everybody good?

- We're on, Jim.

Way to go. Way to go.

Good job.

All right. There won't be

enough room for us inside.

Soon as I get the hatch open,

let's start dumping the cargo.

- Copy that. Hang on, Woody.

- Will do, Jim.

Hello, beautiful.

- Come on.

- All right. It's open.

Terri, no!

Terri! Come back!

- You'll never make it!

- Terri, what are you doing?

I'll tell you what I'm not doing, Woody.

I'm not gonna watch you die.

- Terri.

- You'd do the same for me.

Phil, get inside, dump the cargo

and start the systems. Now!

- No, I wouldn't.

Not if it was impossible.

- I can do it!

No, you can't! You don't have enough

fuel to come get me and get us back.

Listen to me, goddam it.

- You have to stop,

and you have to stop now.

- He's right, Terri.

It's no use.

Okay, honey.

You gotta go back now.

The hell I do.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna jet in

a little closer and try again.

Terri, you spend any fuel

getting closer, you won't get back.

And if anyone tries to get you,

they'll die too.

- Honey, please.

Please go back.

Go back and help the others

to the surface.

I am not losing you!

I can't let you do it.

I can't let you die.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

What are you doing?

- I Love you, honey.

- Woody!

No! No!

- God, how I love you.

- Woody! Don't!

Woody! Woody!

Woody! Don't!

No!

No!

Please, God, no!

Woody.

Woody.

Come back, Terri.

He's gone.

No.

- No!

- Terri.

- We need you.

- Woody.

No.

No. No.

No.

No.

Please, Terri.

Come back.

Ray, we've got some

new data just coming in.

We just...

It doesn't make any sense.

We're not sure

how to read this.

- Data?

- Yes.

Telemetry reports the REMO left its

orbit and reached the Martian surface.

- Crashed?

- No, sir.

- Under power.

- What?

Sixty-three minutes

after Mars Recovery went off-line.

Sir, the graph shows

a controlled descent,

but that doesn't make any sense.

They used the REMO

as a lander.

It's... It's Jim McConnell.

It's got to be.

Nobody else could have pulled this off.

Nobody else.

Son of a b*tch.

I've got access to the E.R.V.

I'm going to go inside.

Terri, is the oxygen generator okay?

Yeah. It's gonna take a while to get it

back to 100 percent capacity, though.

Okay, I'm

entering the hab.

There's still

oxygen in here.

This is

a little spooky.

I don't like the dark...

at all.

Need some lights.

Need some lights.

Okay.

Where are we?

Here we go.

E.R.V. appears to be

structurally intact.

Yeah, but just as we thought,

the computers are fried.

Copy that.

I got busted filters here.

Clogged intakes.

Hell of a cleanup job,

but so far, no major damage.

I'm in the greenhouse.

You gotta see this.

What is it, Jim?

It's working.

I'll be damned.

Luke.

You're not here!

You are not here!

Your wife is Debra!

- Your son is Bobby!

- No!

You're reading

Treasure Island with him.

Luke...

It's all right.

It's me.

- Jim?

- Yeah.

No, wait!

No, no, no, wait, wait!

He's all right.

He's all right.

Phil.

Terri.

Jim... Jim, what are you...

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be... You're not

supposed to be here. How are you here?

- How are you here?

- This is a rescue mission.

Woody wanted me

right seat.

I can't...

I can't believe...

Well, where is he?

Where's Woody?

He didn't make it.

God.

Ohh. Ohh.

Oh, no. No.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Well, it works, you know?

I give them...

CO2 and light,

and they give me oxygen and food.

It's... It's actually

not a bad arrangement.

It's like a marriage, really,

except not as many... not as many fights.

- I mean, some fights.

- Luke.

Tell us

what happened here.

We fired the radar,

and it... it came and...

they all died.

They all...

They all died.

W-What do you mean?

What came?

The force came out of the top

of the mountain and... and... and...

everybody died,

but I was spared.

Why? Why?

It had to be

for a reason.

And then all of a sudden,

I knew the reason why.

It's so someone would be left

to figure out the secret.

You know, it's...

J-J-Just come.

Just come, come, come, come.

Come, come.

Is it just me, or is he

a few meal packs short of a picnic?

Long-term exposure to low gravity

can have an adverse impact on the brain.

Or then, he could be suffering

from some form of asphyxia.

Or maybe his whole crew died, and he's

been marooned alone on Mars for a year.

It's a miracle

he survived this long.

I'd better bring him

up to speed.

Great. Great.

Great, great, great, great.

So, let me be sure

I understand this.

Your ship blew up

with all its supplies,

then you emptied

all the cargo out of the REMO,

and it was totaled on landing.

You got no food,

no water,

no spare oxygen.

Nothing other than what

I'm looking at right here.

What k... What kind

of rescue mission is this, Jim?

- That kind.

- Check it out.

New nav boards

for the E.R.V.

I got four round-trip tickets,

baby, right in here.

Thank you, God.

Oh, thank God.

When I came to

and dug myself out of the sand,

my faceplate was cracked.

It was... leaking,

leaking badly.

I barely made it

back to base.

It was weeks before I could work up

the nerve to go back out there...

and look for...

and look

for their bodies.

Renee was the only one

I could find, but it just...

didn't seem right somehow

to just dig one grave.

Oh, God.

- Has it been blowin'

like this for a while?

- Yeah.

We saw a big storm on our screens,

but Micker said

it was turning south.

If it holds course.

Luke, this...

this whatever it was...

this... this force...

You said it came directly

out of the top of the mountain?

Don't you believe me?

That's okay, Jim.

You don't believe me, that's okay.

But I'm not crazy, I know that much.

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