Sojourner, come in. Do you copy?
Kosmos-1, we read you.
We are... orbital approach to Titan.
But we have a serious situation.
We are in trouble.
Calm down, Kosmos. Please advise your situation.
Our burn is in progress, but we're not decelerating enough.
We're still going too fast to enter Titan orbit.
Okay, maybe... I don't know. Shut down the helicon coolant loop?
Overcrank your engine.
It'll burn out pretty quick, but it could at least keep you safe.
No time to rig the bypass.
We're already at entering interface.
- We need to decelerate. - What's going on?
Problem on Kosmos-1.
They're attempting their aerobrake maneuver to enter Titan's orbit...
But it sounds like they're going in way too shallow.
Our engines are working fine. But I don't know.
- It doesn't make any sense. - Aerobraking isn't going up enough.
All the calcs show their trajectory was bang on.
- Enough prop to do another burn? - I hope so.
- Negative, barely have... - We're on the same trajectory.
...any propellant left.
- Sand by, Kosmos-1. - Copy.
- Jesus. - Standing by.
If they don't reduce their speed,
they're gonna skip right off of Titan's atmosphere.
And get pulled into Saturn's gravity well.
The radiation alone will kill them.
Kosmos-1, Sojourner. Do you read me?
They should be slowing down.
Maybe they can dive deeper down into Titan's atmosphere.
Get more drag to help slow them down.
Kosmos-1, Sojourner.
Try a nose-high dive.
It'll give you more drag.
- Copy. Executing dive now. - Copy that. Standing by.
Come on.
Kosmos?
It didn't work.
And we have no more prop left.
Can you...
Can you use your maneuvering thrusters to get you in-into Saturn's orbit?
Negative, Sojourner.
We have missed Titan.
We are being pulled into Saturn.
Will you please tell our colleagues that we tried?
And we love our families very much.
Of course. We'll tell them, Kosmos-1.
I promise you.
And we'll stay right here on the radio with you.
All the way.
We're with you.
Kosmos?
Did you copy that?
Kosmos-1, can you hear us?
Kosmos-1?
I don't know how my dad has put up with him all these years.
You know,
I'm not saying he's a dick, but he's such a dick.
Yeah.
Like, all I did was ask for a short ration of vodka,
and he looked at me like I had cursed in church.
"You know, you don't like rations, then talk to your father."
Bueller?
Hello?
- Sorry. - Are you okay?
Yeah. Yes. Sorry, I just...
I'm still just kinda thinking about what happened with that Kuragin ship.
Hey.
Look, she's gonna be fine. Your mom's gonna be fine. Right?
She has, like, two whole planets' worth of scientists
trying to figure out how to land on Titan, right?
Yeah. Yes.
I guess you're right. Yeah.
And, oh, my God, that Rosales lady?
She would literally beat Saturn to death if it tried any shit.
It's more impressionistic, like Antonioni.
I'll show you when I'm finished, but you have to be honest.
Good morning.
Hi, Lee.
Less talk,
more work.
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir. - On it.
I think he secretly hates me.
It is the only explanation why he's tormenting me.
Guess who's on the fertilizer duty list every night this week? Again.
- You're kidding me. - Both of us.
Are you serious? That's such bullshit.
What? What was... What wa... What was that? What was that?
Nothing, just you never seem to get fertilizer duty.
Yeah, how is it he's sitting and typing
and we're literally shoveling shit every night?
I guess my hands...
I guess they're just too delicate to be sullied with manure like yours.
Yeah.
Your present is getting smaller by the minute.
Hey. Be cool.
She told me what your present is going to be on your big night.
You know, you're lucky you're getting anything
because I have no time with all of the extra work that I've had to do.
I mean, I'd happily help with anything you have.
- Just... after I'm finished. Yeah. - Yeah?
- I bet you would. - I would love to.
Yeah, you love the smell of fertilizer.
- I love it. - Yeah, I know that about you.
- I love it so much. - Yeah?
I mean, anything would smell so good on you.
- Yeah? Thank you. - Yeah.
I don't want to see this. Gross.
Move.
The M-6 has grown suspicious that we are resupplying you.
And ISN cannot take the risk of war breaking out back home.
So I've been ordered to pause our aid to you.
It pains me to deliver this news.
The courage you have shown these past six months has been inspiring.
ISN and the Chinese government continue to have nothing
but good feelings and sympathy towards you,
your people and the noble struggle in which you are engaged.
Cowards.
If our ISN food resupply line is now cut off,
our situation is very difficult.
We have been supplementing ISN supplies with food stores from Kuznetsov Station.
And we're counting on harvests from our ag dome, but those crops?
- Months away. - Christ.
How are we at this point?
We'll figure it out, Fumiko.
You gotta understand they're in pain too. So it's who blinks first.
If we have to dip into our emergency rations--
We don't even have those rations anymore.
With all the incidents that have occurred.
Incidents my ass. It's sabotage.
Those peckers are trying to cut our legs off.
Yeah, former Sheriff Palmer remains elusive.
The hidden access tunnels that we found last month--
You mean the ones Dev fucking Ayesa built without telling anyone?
Yeah.
Now they're all holed up in that fortress with him
and there's nothing we can do about it.
I still cannot believe Dev is helping them.
I can.
He's always been in it for himself.
They're not gonna stop. So we have to be more vigilant.
Lee,
how long can we last with the food we have left?
With all the rations that we have and what else we have on hand, two months.
So that's it? Two months?
We could cut back rations even further.
The human body can survive on minimal food for a surprisingly long amount of time.
We proved this when we first arrived on this planet almost 20 years ago.
I'm not sure we have a population ready and willing
to make that kind of sacrifice. Yeah.
"We, the voiceless and powerless people of Happy Valley,
demand that we be allowed to return to Earth
on the next available transport ship."
I thought you should see this.
200 people have signed a petition asking to be sent back to Earth.
Good. Get 'em out of here.
They shouldn't be a part of this anyway.
Leaves more food for the rest of us.
And we get rid of people we can't trust.
Is it possible?
To send back to Earth those who want to go?
Less mouths to feed.
Less pressure on the food supply line.
Not to mention forcing those who want to go to stay
makes it seem as if they are being held captive.
- That's ridiculous. - Look at the sign. It's how they feel.
This isn't about feelings.
Nobody is being held captive.
Well, actually the Governor, the Kuragin liaison...
- That is a totally-- - ...and their entire entourage...
How can you make that comparison?
...are being held captive as we speak.
All right!
Can we even send these people back to Earth?
Do we have a ship?
That's a MOCC question,
which means it's an Aleida Rosales question.
Unfortunately.
Great. So...
who would like to talk to her?
Why's it always me?
You are the only one she does not hate.
The hostage crisis is entering its sixth month,
and both sides remain immovable.
With the M-6 only maintaining control over a small portion of the Mars base,
President Bragg continues to vow that he will not negotiate with terrorists.
As the dramatic standoff over M-6 plans to automate Mars drags on
with no end in sight.
Shipments of iridium to Earth have completely ceased,
as have all supply shipments to Happy Valley base, causing massive...
The SDM Council, named for the Sons & Daughters of Mars,
which purports to speak for the radicals who seized control of the base
has released another statement.
We remain in control of Happy Valley including Mission Control,
as well as the Phoenix Spaceport
and all asteroid mining operations on Kuznetsov Station.
Far from backing down,
they are now threatening to declare Martian independence
should their, quote, "legitimate and just demands" not be met.
While most oppose the actions of the radicals, some pro-Mars protests
have sprung up across the United States, the Soviet Union and Europe.
Soviet President Fyodor Korzhenko announced the protesters as unsupportive.
The Governor of Mars, Lenya Polivanov, a Korzhenko acolyte,
has been held hostage since the beginning of the crisis.
In the United States, President Bragg has maintained his hard-line stance
when it comes to the Sons and Daughters of Mars.
His administration has ensured the M-6 continues its embargo of the red planet,
withholding vital resource shipments that the colony has depended on
for its survival in the past.
All right. Time for exercise. Let's go.
The standoff has also complicated the response
to the tragic failure of Kosmos-1 Mission to Titan,
which was crewed by a private Soviet company.
Korzhenko issued a statement saying, quote, "We have lost five heroes."
There will be time later to assess the impact...
I must speak with you.
I have received information from Earth.
How did you manage this?
Giving prisoners salt and pepper shakers...
They don't know how to run a jail.
And what is this information?
It's not good, I'm afraid.
Korzhenko continues to use you to deflect his own failures.
In the party, you are now seen as a loser
because you failed to protect the interests of the nation.
I was nothing but loyal to him. And this is how he treats me.
And I have not gotten to the worst part.
Your wife is under threat.
That can't be.
Hey! Let's go. Keep it moving.
Her attempts to ensure your release
have angered the president.
She will publicly denounce you.
She has no choice.
All right, everybody. That's your time. Back to your habs.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
More medical supplies.
Need to see him.
Not really a good time.
Tell him it's urgent.
Did another raid.
Almost cleaned them out, especially medical supplies.
Food is still an issue though.
They still have enough to keep holding out.
I know.
We've been conducting hit-and-run campaigns now for months,
and they haven't budged an inch.
We can't go on like this much longer.
Something has gotta change.
Believe it or not, I completely agree with your assessment.
And I have an idea of how to make it happen.
Well, don't leave me in suspense.
It's risky.
But we don't have a choice.
The future of this base, the future of this planet
and everybody on it now hangs in the balance.
So what exactly do you have in mind?
We've come to the conclusion that the Kosmos-1 disaster
was a direct result of rushed timeline to land on Titan.
Their trajectory was correct,
but Titan's atmosphere density calculations were off.
Everything was moving so fast,
no one stopped to realize the atmospheric density at altitude had diminished
since Titan had just come out from Saturn's shadow.
That's why they came in too shallow.
We're sending up new trajectory calcs,
but there's still a lot of uncertainty in our density estimates.
Take a look at the risk analysis and
let us know what you think.
That was close.
For a minute there, I thought she was gonna tell us
we came all this way for nothing.
Stu, start running numbers for a burn to slingshot us around Saturn
- and return us to Mars. - Wait, what?
You're pulling the plug now?
Kuragin rushed into a mission plan before everything was ready.
And guess what? The exact same thing happened to us.
This whole mission has suffered from what NASA used to call "go fever."
When everyone convinces themselves
they're not seeing the problems they're seeing
because everyone wants to say "go" and no one wants to say "stop."
Well, I am saying stop.
Let me tell you something. NASA didn't lose the moon to the Russians
because they were infected with go fever.
It was because they lost their goddamn balls.
When the moment came on Apollo 10 to break the rules
and do the gutsy thing,
the dangerous thing,
my dad chickened out.
And you know what?
He regretted that decision until the day he died.
So let's just take a minute and think about this before we decide.
We are not making a decision here.
I am.
If there's one thing everyone knew about your dad,
it's that when he was in command of a mission,
he didn't stop and take a vote before giving an order.
I'm in command here. You're not.
And I've decided to abort.
That's it.
Get me those numbers and I'll inform Mars Control we're going home.
I've decided the best move is to abort the mission
and come back to Mars on a minimum energy, gravity-assisted trajectory.
We gave it our best shot and we should all be proud of how close we came.
Sojourner out.
Okay, people. You heard him.
Let's bring this bird back home.
They're coming back?
That's really too bad.
I know a lot of people round here were looking forward to that landing.
Yeah, I was one of them.
Anyway, I... I came to ask you a favor.
Could we...
Why do I not like the sound of this?
I'm just asking. I'm not saying we've decided to do it.
That's nice.
You haven't decided that you're actually in charge of spaceflight operations.
Yet.
Yeah, well, you let me know when you're ready to take over MOCC
and begin directing air traffic over the surface,
launching maintenance missions to Kuznetsov Station,
keeping track of communications and weather satellites and...
What else am I forgetting?
Oh, yeah.
Conducting flight operations for the Titan mission.
Which is about 1.2 billion kilometers away
and approaching Saturn at 40,000 kilometers per hour.
Aleida, come on.
All I need is a, "Yes, it's possible" or, "No, it's not."
Because spaceflight's that simple, isn't it?
Just a yes or a no.
Aleida, please.
Look, now that Sojourner is...
coming back I might be able to free up the transport we had on standby.
But that's only if I can get the other one out of maintenance.
- Okay? - Thank you.
I'm not making any promises.
But I'll see what I can do.
I take it you've seen the posters demanding they go home.
Hard to miss 'em.
They put one on my hab door.
Off the record, what do you think?
I think that everyone was caught off guard by the coup.
That's what it was, Miles.
- But that's not-- - Don't hide from it.
But the people up here, they trust you.
So for the first couple of months, you had the support of almost the entire base.
People were cheering you on, celebrating you.
How you guys were fighting the tyranny of automation for an independent Mars.
But now?
Six months in?
Food's being rationed, money system's breaking down,
maintenance issues are piling up.
Reality has set in.
And this is when you find out who your real friends are.
Yeah.
And the answer to your next question is
no, I'm not your friend, Miles.
But I'm not your enemy either, hmm?
I'm just the dumb schmuck who has to wear the headset.
- Okay. - Okay.
I'd say, "Come back anytime," but I really hope you don't.
Hello.
My name is Natalya Polivanova
and today I am talking to you...
the Soviet people.
I felt it important for the public to know the truth.
My husband,
Governor Leonid Polivanov,
is the one to blame for everything that has happened on Mars.
I watched him...
ignore the problems
until it was too late.
Those bastards...
Everything I have done for them, for him,
and he parades my Tasha in front of the world,
forcing her to say those vile things.
It is terrible, you are right.
And under such pressure she was still able to send me...
Please, the people you know in the intelligence service,
the ones sending you information. Can they do anything to help her?
No. She is so closely watched it would only make things worse.
But you're right, something must be done about Korzhenko.
He is acting like a wild dog backed into a corner, capable of anything.
He might just destroy the nation to save his own skin.
Then what can be done?
He's never been weaker in the party.
The entire economy is on the verge of collapse
and with the possibility of Mars gaining independence during his tenure,
there is concern it could stoke independence movements
in parts of the Soviet empire.
Why do you think he's trying to blame you?
Because he knows people will blame him.
Some people in the party, like Bolkonski, are tired of his pseudo Stalinism.
They want someone younger, fresher.
Someone who can usher our nation into the 21st century...
someone like you.
Are you out of your mind? I am being held captive on another planet.
The people see what you have sacrificed for your nation.
They believe in you.
Comrade Morozova, I'm afraid this confinement has cost you your mind.
I have been through much worse.
Korzhenko will only be able to hold onto power another month at most,
now that the oligarchs have turned against him.
It's only a matter of time.
So my contact at base operations
has arranged for the security system
to undergo a routine maintenance update just before you enter the access points.
So you should be able to get in and out
without Boyd or anybody else being the wiser.
- Well, it's... - It's what?
- Well... - It's a big swing?
- Yeah. - Yeah, it is.
This is where we are in this game.
We're behind, time is running out.
We have to do something to change this whole thing
or they're gonna destroy any hope of a tomorrow up here.
These people, they are convinced that what they're doing is right.
And they are stubborn as ever.
They're willing to put their lives on the line for something utterly foolish.
Yeah.
We have to make them see the reality.
There is no way that they can win.
Let me know when you're ready to execute.
- Yeah? - Are you asleep?
No. No. Why would I be asleep?
It's only three o'clock in the morning.
Well, do you know what day it is today?
It's your birthday, Alex Baldwin.
- I... I guess that's right. Yeah. - Happy birthday.
You ready for your present?
Now?
You have other plans?
No. No. No.
Well, then meet me in the dome.
It... Isn't it locked?
Just be there.
Yeah. Okay.
No. Yeah, you...
Okay.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Happy birthday. - Thank you.
So, how do you like your present so far?
I think...
that it's beautiful.
Um, I'll be right back.
- Okay. - Okay?
- Okay.
Just... Okay. All right.
I'm not supposed to go to him.
Hello?
Gu... Gulsora, Auggie.
I... I... What are you guys...
Wait, what are you guys doing? I didn't... I didn't know you'd be here.
Okay. All right.
- It's your birthday after all. - What?
What?
Oh, my God. There's more.
Wow.
Hey!
What?
You didn't think we were on fertilizer duty that whole time,
- did you? - Yeah, but this is... It's not...
- what I expected, that's for sure. - ...do this one more time
One dead.
Seven injured.
Two critically.
Six domes were a total loss, obviously.
Also there were five emergency ration storage rooms directly beneath one dome...
and they were completely destroyed when it collapsed.
When...
When can we estimate the impact of losing all those domes
and the rations on our food supply?
Subtracting rations lost
from projected dome harvests
gives us...
two weeks.
Two weeks.
How the fuck did they pull this off?
We just increased security.
Someone used the admin password to take the security system offline.
Who has the admin password to the security system?
Quite a few people, but we know who was behind this.
Enough is enough. We have to go after this traitor.
Let me take some weapons.
We-We'll fight our way in there and we'll take care of this shit once and for all.
Then what? You think going to battle with Dev and Palmer is gonna solve anything?
We can't let them keep fucking with us like this.
No. No more bloodshed.
There's more.
Since the domes were attacked,
the petition to go back to Earth is just growing.
- Fast. - Jesus.
Turns out people aren't thrilled by the idea of starving.
I signed it.
With Sojourner about to turn back around...
I've got kids.
I can't...
I just can't anymore.
I'm sorry.
Maybe it's time to just face facts here.
We did our best. We made our point.
No fucking way.
Not after everything we've been through.
We can't just stop.
Then what, Miles?
We're out of options here.
We followed your instructions to the letter.
It was three in the morning.
The doors were locked.
Everything was thought through.
It was wrong place wrong time.
They snuck in.
Must have had a separate access code somehow.
Bunch of dumb kids.
Was Alex there?
I don't know. I'm sorry.
But...
there was a young woman.
She didn't make it.
I just heard what happened.
I'm so sorry.
I know you two were close.
I wish you could be spared from going through things like this.
But you have to stay strong, sweetie.
Looks like I'll be heading home soon.
I love you.
Always.
Round the horn. Go-no-go on the burn for home.
Propulsion?
Plasma engine controls armed and synced.
RF generator output nominal.
Helicon and ICH couplers online. Go!
- Environmental systems? - Same as it's been
for the last five months. Go.
- Guidance? - Inertial nav alignment confirmed.
Doppler return agrees. Go!
Flight dynamics?
Burn sequence loaded. Checksum matches. We're a go!
Pilot?
Manual backup flight systems self-test shows free and correct. Go!
All right. That's a go. Kelly, Stu, she's all yours.
- Take us back to Mars. - Nulling manual controls.
Autosequence standing by.
Burn parameters good. Proceed.
Injectors armed. Burn sequence initiated.
In six, five, four, three, two, one, execute.
We have a failure to ignite.
Why? What happened?
Checking ICH power levels.
Autosequence is still active, but it's late for some reason.
Yeah, we don't have time for late.
Burn window for Mars closes in 20 seconds.
Somehow the burn clock's still running.
Injectors, all offline.
Computer shows nominal status.
Confirming negative propellant feed.
RF systems nominal.
Shit.
- We missed the window. - Damn it.
Can we fire manually and run a longer burn to compensate?
- Not with the props we have. - We gotta do something. Maybe we can--
What the hell was that?
Engines are firing.
- Burn initiated. - What?
- How? - This isn't making sense.
Elena, check engine function.
Everything is in the green.
Then abort the burn. Shut down the RF feeds.
Hard shutdown would quench the chamber.
- She might not start back up again. - Where is this taking us?
We are fucked.
How fucked?
We're on track for Titan entry.
That is not possible. I uploaded the Mars return sequence and checked it myself.
Maybe there was a failure in the processor.
- Corrupt handle in the-- - Guidance computer
is running the wrong burn.
- What? - Yeah,
it's the one we got from Ms. Rosales.
No. That can't be. I know I loaded the correct...
Engine shutdown.
We're inbound for Titan.
Maybe there's...
Is there a way we can use Titan as the slingshot,
get enough acceleration to take another shot around Saturn?
No, we're too low on propellant.
Elena, do we have enough props left to execute our original landing plan?
Yeah. Barely.
Then we should go for landing.
No. That can't happen. We are going home.
It's too late, Walt. We have no choice.
She is right.
Only way we are going to get enough props to burn
for home is to land on Titan and make some.
External hull temperatures are beginning to rise.
We're picking up drag from Titan's atmosphere.
We better configure for an aerobrake and get this party started.
Walt?
Switching manual control to my station.
- You have the ship. - Wait. I didn't authorize that.
I'm taking us in. Stu, load the aerobrake sequence to enter Titan orbit,
but do not engage the autopilot.
Arming pyros for external fuel tank engine function.
Pitching up to aerobrake attitude.
No. No, no, no. I-I countermand that.
A landing is too dangerous. Stu, take the controls!
Negative, boss. She's right. We're committed.
Elena, keep an eye on the heat shield temps.
Call it every hundred kelvins.
And fire up ground navigation and be ready to give me updates on our landing site.
On it.
You better know what you're doing.
- How you doing? - Really great.
I always wanted to know what it felt like to fail completely
and utterly in front of the entire world.
- Miles... - No, it's cool.
You should try it sometime.
You remember what you said to me after Sarah was born?
She was just a day old, and they didn't know what was wrong.
That it's okay to be afraid.
Maybe you should take your own advice.
Miles, you better come to MOCC. It's Sojourner.
Come on.
I hate that.
Heat shield leading edge temp now 2800 kelvin.
Remember, Baldwin, that shield starts to melt at 33.
We still gotta get our velocity below 2.6 kilometers per second or we'll skip.
Decel now 21 meters per second squared.
Kelly?
Kelly, you got this or not?
I don't think you need me answering pointless questions right now.
We're coming in too shallow.
Hang on. I'm gonna bring us in steeper.
The drag should slow us down more.
Okay.
Okay, just stay cool.
It's just like night landings back on the Connie.
What's going on?
Sojourner...
They're going for it.
They're trying to enter Titan's atmosphere now.
If they don't slow down enough, they'll skip off Titan just like Kosmos-1.
But if they melt their heat shield, that's also gonna mean a real bad day.
It's in their hands at this point.
Mars control, velocity's coming down,
but we're still seven kilometers per second over target.
Altitude 290 kilometers.
DAP now running P-three-twenty.
- A-D-I on inertial. - We need to broadcast this to the base.
You really want everyone to hear this?
Why not?
Altitude 270. Speed 9.2.
Because it might not have a happy ending.
But it might. This is a Mars mission. It was built here.
It was planned here. It was crewed here.
They deserve to know what's happening.
Now at 255 kilometers.
Speed at nine klick-secs.
Yeah.
Engaging aerosurface control.
Starter fuel tanks pressurized.
Cross-feed switches closed.
I'm seeing more ionization.
Expect LOS soon.
Decel now 31 meters per second squared.
Heat shield's at 3500 kelvin.
Okay, let's switch over flight controls.
Control switch over in three, two, one.
Hull temperature is still rising.
Aerosurface hydraulics pressurized.
Holding up at G 191.7. Speed 8.5.
Really hard to hold her.
- Hydraulic pressure decreasing. - Spar cap 131 at 92%.
Ground radar active.
O-A-T 94 Kelvin.
Keep your eyes on the redline.
- You're pushing it too far! - Redline exceeded.
Heat shields are starting to fail!
Structural tension 20% above limit.
Leading edge temp still climbing...
Heat shields exceeding the limit.
Hydraulic temp reading is--
LOS. Sojourner blackout.
No signal on X-band.
Scanning.
Switching HG-3 to search mode.
Have we gotten any seeking data?
Negative.
Still no signal.
There. That frequency.
Sojour... to Happy Valley...
We have safely entered Titan's atmosphere.
Landing target acquired.
Three,
two,
one.