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Same engineers that sent you two here?

Sorry, does that bother you?

Yes, it does, actually.

Your design predates|all existing guidance systems.

lt was ahead of its time in 69|but this technologys obsolete now.

None of the current engineers|even speak the language...

...and the older guys are all...

-...are....|-Yeah.

lt wasnt designed for this|duration of duty, thats what.

lt was designed for the Skylab.

My advice is to capture it|and bring it home.

lts too big.

For the space shuttle?|What kind of bird is it?

lts a Russian|communications satellite.

What the hells my guidance system|doing on a Russian satellite?

Thats not our primary concern|at this time.

Wheres it orbiting? Or is that|not your primary concern either?

Rate of decay?

lts coming home,|five weeks at the most, l got.

NASAs calculations agree.|But here we are.

Doctor, you designed this system.

lf anyone can solve this problem,|its you.

For a minute there, l thought|you two might be Bob Gersons lackeys.

But your knowledge...

...and your knowledge of history|seems to make that impossible.

Gersons been taking credit|for my work since 58...

...when he replaced my ass|with a monkey.

You dont work for Gerson, do you?

Hes a project manager at NASA. Hes|one of many assigned to this problem.

l think its time for you two|to head on out of here.

-Dr. Corvin, your country needs you.|-Put a sock in it, sonny.

Cant fix it from down here and|cant get a team up there in time.

That satellites dying. ltll|come back. My only hope is that...

...whatever doesnt burn up in the|atmosphere lands on Gersons house.

lll give you two career advice: Stay|away from Gerson, as far as possible.

Apparently the buzz on yous correct.

And what buzz is that?

Youre not a team player.|Thats why you washed out at NASA.

Get out.

We have to brush up|on your hospitality skills.

l think l have a solution|for your problem.

Frank Corvin.

So how long has it been, Frank?

Probably not long enough, Bob.

Still havent lost|the Corvin charm, have we?

-Would you like a cup of coffee?|-Sure.

-Sara?|-No, thanks.

Miss Holland tells me youre|up to speed on our little problem.

Weve got one sick bird up there.

Apparently, theres some kind of|design flaw in the guidance system.

This is a hell of a way to get|the designer to help you out.

l heard all about your|initial response.

But dont you worry none.|lm sure well come up with something.

Dr. Corvin is here with a solution.

Well, praise the Lord and hallelujah.|We are delivered.

So...

...tell us about your solution, Frank.

Send my team up. Well fix|your broken satellite for you.

-Damn good cup of coffee.|-Do you want to run that by me again?

Team Daedalus.

Jerry, Hawk, Tank. Send us up.

-This is a joke. Am l right?|-lts no joke.

We were the best of the best.|Even youll admit to that.

How old are you, Frank?

Old enough to know|your ass is in a sling.

Sara,|would you excuse us for a minute?

This is about to become|a personal matter.

l know youre running out of options.|Otherwise youd have never come to me.

You sure as hell got that right.

Youve got a satellite thats gonna|come down in 34 days.

Too big to retrieve...

...and for some reason you dont want|it to crash in the atmosphere.

l did the design system.|lm the man to fix it for you.

l dont know how to break this to you,|but youre an old man.

Yeah?

This old mans all youve got.|You know that and l know that.

Hell, you sent up Glenn, didnt you?|lll be waiting to hear from you.

You became a senior citizen|five years ago.

Four.

Hell, Frank. For once in your life,|try to be a team player.

Train the crew if you want to.

But let the professionals at NASA|fix that design flaw.

There is no flaw.

How it got on a Soviet satellite|during the Cold War is the only flaw.

How did that happen, Bob?

l dont know.

This is a hands-on job and l dont|have time to train somebody...

...to come up in time.

So youll just have to|send up Team Daedalus.

-You can take it, or you can leave it.|-All right, all right.

You as a technical advisor, maybe.

But l cant fill up a space shuttle|with geriatrics.

You should be professional enough|to know that!

Hell, half those boys|are probably dead anyway.

Clocks ticking, Bob.|And lm only getting older.

Okay. You got it.

Sir.

Mr. Gerson would like you|to wait right here.

Okay, its a deal.

l want it in writing.

Okay.

Now hear my terms.

You and your entire crewll have to|meet the physical requirements.

Youll all train to fix that guidance|system side by side with my people...

...in case one of your boys|doesnt pass.

-l think thats fair.|-Youre damn straight it is.

lll enjoy watching you make|a complete ass of yourself.

lts gonna be a real pleasure|working with you again.

Romans...

...Chronicles. Chronicles. Ah, yes.

ln the 40th year,|Amariah begat Zadok...

...who begat Libni...

...the brother of Uzziah.

No, thats not it, either.

Just....

No....

Once upon a time, four of the best|pilots in the U.S. Air Force...

...trained to fly into space.

They flew at the speed of sound|to the very top of the sky...

...cheating death and free-falling|from 20 miles high.

Nice to see you, young man.

-And you, sir.|-Reverend.

lts nice to have|you young people here.

Hey, boss.

Excuse me, my former boss.

l bring glad tidings, Reverend Tank,|in the name of Team Daedalus.

lt seems there might be|resurrection after all.

Come in and lets talk about it.

l dont know, Frank.|Thats a very complicated proposition.

-l have a flock and grandchildren.|-Theyll be here when you get back.

Thisll give you material|for three or four more sermons.

-lll need to pray about this.|-Could it be a quick prayer?

Just wait a moment,|my stiff-necked brother.

lm receiving a word from on high.

And what is that word?

The word is, why the hell not?

There you go.

Good.

Second ones too fast.

Some little Johnny|will pass out on us there.

Now hes building roller coasters.|Thats perfect.

-Your fathers a gifted man.|-Hes gifted, all right.

Too flat.

Oh, boy. We have some work to do.

Hey, sweetheart.

-You did good.|-They didnt do what l--

Hey, Frank.

Holy cow. What are you doing here?

Finding out what youre doing|for the next month and a half.

NASA wants to send us into space.

l wondered which one of us|was gonna go first.

Senile dementia.

Frank Corvin, my associate, Cherie.

-Cherie.|-Hi.

Whatd you have for breakfast?

l had vegetarian huevos rancheros,|egg whites only, of course...

...and then some sort of|a filtered decaf cappuccino...

...that was filtered|through a jockstrap.

-What are you talking about? NASA--|-Right here.

Right here. Heres our contract.

You dont need those, do you?

No. Just to read. And go to movies,|drive, walk. You know.

-Holy cow. How on earth--|-Are you in?

Am l in? Hell, yeah.

l cant believe it. Team Daedalus.|We ride again.

Hawk mustve gone into orbit|when you told him.

l havent talked to Hawk yet.

l havent talked to Hawk|in a long time, Jerry.

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