The Astronaut's Wife
I hate this part.
You're still here, but I know
you're going, and I hate that.
Well, I'll call you, baby.
Don't tease me.
I miss you so much
when you're gone.
I miss you, too, baby.
Listen.
Last time Streck told me...
if I bellyached about you
for one more minute...
he was gonna toss my ass
right off the ship.
You tell Streck
your ass belongs to me...
and he can keep
his hands off it.
All right.
to come by when you get back.
I think I can arrange a visit...
if you're nice.
How nice?
You like fruit?
Well...
Come here a minute.
Come here.
Ain't that a peach?
Is that for me?
That's for you.
Victory,
this is Mission Control.
All systems are go.
Flight Commander,
all computers are functioning.
The crew of Victory...
has been given a go
for orbit operations...
by the Mission Control Center.
Crew members are doing well...
and all systems of the orbiter
are performing satisfactorily.
Three...
two...
one...
zero, and lift off.
Mission Control,
we have left the pad.
Roger that, Victory.
You are go for throttle up.
Mission Control,
this is Victory.
We have throttled up.
It's a fine day for flying,
Houston.
All systems are go.
Pineapples!
What do they have in Kansas?
Corn!
Yes, corn,
and what about Georgia?
What do they have in Georgia?
Peaches!
Very good.
And what do we have
here in Florida?
Oranges!
And rocket ships.
Yes, Calvin, and rocket ships.
Mrs. Armacost,
you have a phone call.
Thank you, Brian.
OK, let's go to page seven.
And work quietly, OK?
Mrs. Armacost.
Yes, this is Jillian Armacost.
Mrs. Armacost,
NASA communications.
We have your husband for you.
Go ahead, Commander.
- Jillian?
- Spencer?
Yeah, I told you I'd call.
It's amazing, isn't it?
Yes, amazing.
Hey, Jill.
What are you wearing?
Come on, now.
Ain't nobody else listening.
Not exactly, Commander.
Including Houston and J.P.L...
there are about 300 folks
on the line today.
It's a nice day down there, huh?
Beautiful.
Can you see outside, Jill?
Fifteen seconds, Commander.
You looking up, honey?
Ten seconds.
Won't you smile for me, huh?
I already am.
He called you from outer space?
Well, technically
from Earth's orbit, but yes.
He called me from the orbiter.
Stanley won't even call me
from the Beef'N' Burger...
and you get a call
from outer space...
the Earth's orbit, whatever.
Technically speaking,
Jill, you scored.
I don't get it.
We grew up in the same house.
You land Johnny Rocket Boy.
I keep getting
different versions...
of Throws-Up-On-Himself Elmo.
I bet he's good at the little
things, too, isn't he?
What little things?
that mean so much.
It's true.
You know,
men are like parking spaces.
All the good ones are taken...
and all the available ones
are handicapped.
What?
And now back to our program.
Oh, man, something happened.
Come on.
Keep checking.
Mrs. Armacost,
I'm Sherman Reese from NASA.
Um, it's about your husband.
What's happened?
We'd like you to come with us.
I have a car right outside.
There's something about Spencer!
Please, Mrs. Armacost.
Captain Streck's wife
is already there.
The director wants...
The condition of Armacost
and Streck...
as well as the rest
of the shuttle crew...
is at this time unknown.
Reporting live from NASA...
Is my husband dead?
Ma'am, I don't know anything...
about the condition
of your husband.
Is my husband dead?
Ma'am, I just don't know.
Then take me
to someone who does.
He's dead.
I know he's dead.
They're not dead.
They're not dead.
What have they told you?
Nothing.
They won't tell me anything.
Mrs. Streck, Mrs. Armacost.
First, your husbands are alive.
Oh, thank God.
They're back on the orbiter
right now...
and we're gonna bring'em down
immediately.
What happened up there?
Your husbands were
outside the orbiter...
performing some repairs
on a satellite.
There was an explosion...
and we lost contact
with both astronauts...
for about two minutes.
You lost contact?
What do you mean
you lost contact?
After the explosion,
they drifted behind the shuttle.
We had to bring
the craft around...
to get them.
They were all alone?
But now they're back
on the shuttle...
and they'll be back down here
as soon as we can manage it.
Mr. Reese here
will stay with you...
until we can get you to them.
They were all alone out there,
Jillian.
It's OK.
They're alive.
This will give you a view
from the shuttle as they land.
Would you like me
to get you the link-up?
I'll get the link-up.
Twenty-five seconds
to reentry interface.
Maintain descent.
Wind shear-
this is minimum trajectory.
Velocity at
twenty-six hundred F.B.P.
At two hundred
thirty-five knots...
maintaining descent.
Eight at two-fifteen...
five at two-ten...
two at two hundred.
One foot.
Ground Control, this is Victory.
We are down.
He's breathing on his own.
His vital functions are good.
As far as we can tell, there has
been no brain damage...
so it should only be
a matter of time...
before your husband
regains consciousness.
- So he's going to be OK?
- Absolutely.
And what about Alex?
Captain Streck is an older man
than your husband.
There was a tremendous strain
on his heart.
Natalie.
Hey, you.
I missed you so much.
How are you?
I'm all right.
Yeah, I'm all right.
Good.
I got to pee.
I'll see what I can do for you.
Where's Alex?
Is he all right?
Spencer, what is that?
Did you feel that?
My God, what is that?
Honey, I'm here.
God damn it!
What can I do?
Jesus. Hold him.
Help him!
Clear!
That's it.
He's still at zero.
Nothing.
Charging, three hundred.
Clear.
We got him.
Hold off on that intubator.
Stand by with some dopamine.
Let's get an EKG prepped.
What did you say?
Well, I told that bloated
fast-food-eating motherf***er...
that we'd never have gotten
a chance to be heroes...
if he hadn't cut our budget
andforced us...
to put that piece of sh*t
exploding satellite into orbit.
Really?
And then what happened?
Said he'd never been talked to
like that before by anybody...
and I said I didn't give
a big hairy rat's ass...
and if he ever called me again,
I would track him down...
roust him out of his bunk, pull
his pants around his ankles...
and spank him
with a coat hanger...
his wife and children.
Well, that's real subtle.
Yeah, I thought it
pretty subtle.
You want to tell me what you
really said to the president?
Yeah.
I thanked him for his call.
Then I asked him
what he was wearing...
and he started breathing
kind of heavy...
made a funny noise, and hung up.
What do you think that means?
Maybe he's not into you.
I guess not.
She got balloons.
Why didn't I get no balloons?
Because you got candy.
- ain't got no candy.
- You got candy.
- Where's my candy?
- n the car.
Does he ever talk about it?
Did Spencer ever say anything
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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