[♪♪♪]
Professor Carpathian from Dyborg 3is awesome.
His drone-dobies track their prey
using SCENT-tech.
Nothing beats that!
[Matilda] And while that may be
considered "awesome,"
SCENT-tech has no basis in olfactory physics.
Interesting.
[Martin] Will! Where are you at, man?
Oh, with Matilda.
Did you know that a cloud can weigh over a million pounds?
No, and I don't care.
Sounds like school. I do not miss school.
And breakfast is ready.
Come and get it, or don't. Out.
Martin so doesn't get us.
It's not school.
It's just, like... you know... everything.
That's what makes you so cool.
[Matilda] You really think so?
Of course.
If you can't trust your friends...
who can you trust?
Spill it, Samy!
What do you got?
Sore throat? Migraine? Bubonic plague? Hmm?
I'm not sick.
[Doria, disappointed] Really?
Wait! Sick? Who's sick?
Nobody, Martin. I'm fine. Really.
[Elliot] You're here. Take this. Take this.
I got another message from my parents.
They were both acting really weird.
[Martin] Probably just stressed out.
You know, light of their lives, stuck on a rocket ship,
barreling through space.
Yeah, but they already had issues,
you know, like, pre-barreling.
I think they're getting worse.
Been there, done that.
Divorce City, USA.
[Doria] Shut it.
What?
Good morning, crew. Cheerio.
Let's get right down to it, shall we?
Be right back.
As you know,
we've been monitoring your social media accounts.
Everybody thinks that you're on fabulous summer holidays.
No one suspects that you're, you know, trapped in space.
[exhales tensely, activates terminal]
You're going to have to make alterations
to Matilda's onboard quantum CPU,
but once she's cut off from avionics,
Mission Control takes over
and your mom and her crew will pilot you home.
Now, I have put together
detailed step-by-step instructions
for each of you.
They'll be embedded in your social media messages
via encrypted burst transmission.
That way, Matilda cannot intercept them.
[whispers] Will. Come on.
Got another message. Let's go.
El.
Door!
[Singer] Rest assured, this is going to work...
Heard that before. Twice.
...but it isn't easy.
Far from it.
You must follow
each and every instruction
to the letter,
otherwise, the outcome could be...
catastrophic!
That doesn't sound good.
Yeah, that doesn't sound good.
Matilda is still rewriting her code,
so if we don't get her off the stick now,
as in tonight,
there may be no stopping her dragging you guys
all the way out to Kamohoali'i.
But if you follow my instructions,
Samy's mom and her crew
will be able to seize control of the ship,
and we'll just slingshot you around Venus
and have you home in no time.
I so want to go home.
Well, actually, some time, because...
[chuckling]
...you guys are still pretty far out there,
heh, but, um, but you know what I mean.
Your uncle's so weird.
We doing this?
[♪♪♪]
[heartbeat pounding]
[Singer] Listen closely.
Every night between 0200 hours and 0311,
Matilda goes into debug mode.
She'll be cut off from all shipboard functions.
That means
she won't be able to activate any countermeasures.
In other words,
she'll be helpless for an hour and 11 minutes.
[electricity buzzes]
That's your window to deactivate her
from piloting the ship.
[♪♪♪]
But...
even though Matilda's hands are tied,
she will still be fully conscious,
and she'll do anything she can to try and distract you.
[♪♪♪]
[Matilda] Crew...
why is everyone up?
Are you playing a game?
How are they doing on time?
Two minutes ahead of schedule.
They're doing good.
[alarm blaring]
[keys clacking]
[♪♪♪]
Look alive, people.
[Rebecca] Take your positions.
Just like on the Odyssey II,
we're going to start
with the ground avionics control check.
Here we go.
Thank you, Charlie.
Are you guys set?
Odyssey II ground control check.
[♪♪♪]
As soon as they yank Matilda off the stick...
...we're on it.
Excuse me.
Molly!
Where're you going?
I'll be right back!
System check?
[keys clacking]
[Matilda] Will, why are you ignoring me?
Approaching the substation panel now.
[Matilda] Please, tell me.
[panel locks disengaging]
[Matilda] Will, tell me...
why are you accessing my substation?
No...
[panting]
[steam venting]
[shrieks]
[alarms beeping]
You okay?
[panting] Yeah. I'm fine.
Disconnect K2 from port...
F-6-9-4. Got it.
Plug H5 into USB-F port 7-7-8.
Okay. Plugging H5
into USB-F port 7-7-8.
[Will] Sorry, Matilda.
[beeping]
[klaxon sounding]
Please work.
[Matilda] It's very dangerous
for you to reroute those circuits, Martin.
You could compromise life support functions.
Don't listen to her.
Okay.
[thud]
Please work, please work, please work.
[beeping]
[relieved sigh]
Martin! It's working!
Thank God.
Guys, we've shut off Matilda from life support,
but air's still running perfect.
Rotational thrusters are disconnected.
Confirm, Mission Control.
Confirmed. Life support and rotational thrusters
are fully operational and "go" without Matilda.
You're clear to enter Matilda's chamber.
[Matilda] Samy?
Elliot?
I know you're there,
and I know what you're trying to do.
[panel beeps]
[air venting]
No matter what you've been told,
you're placing your crew in terrible danger.
I thought there were no cameras in here.
She's blind, but she's not stupid.
Where else would we be?
[Samy gasps and groans]
You okay?
[Matilda] Samy is not okay.
According to her biometrics,
she's been running a low-grade fever for the past ten days.
What?
Don't listen to her. She's lying.
[Matilda] Samy's judgement
has clearly been impaired by illness, Elliot.
I urge you to assume command before it's too late.
You're burning up.
[snaps] I'm fine!
All right?
I think I just...
[breath deflates]
Whoa, whoa!
Samy! Samy?
Guys!
Martin! Hurry! Come on!
Guys, hurry up!
What happened?
I don't know. She-- She was just burning up.
Samy? Samy!
Where's the thermometer?
I got it. Here.
104.7!
Oh, my god.
Do you have that crazy camera?
Yeah. MRI mode. Yeah, genius.
I'll get some cold towels!
Something's wrong with her jaw.
Here. Take this.
Elliot, what is going on up there?
What's wrong with Samy?
We don't know. She just passed out.
I want you to wake up every doctor we have.
What about Matilda?
Charlie, what have we--
I'll deal with her. You guys take care of Samy.
Will, meet me in the CPU chamber!
Okay.
On my way.
Samy! Samy!
[Rebecca] I should've known something was wrong.
[Charlie] Come on, how could you?
They're over 30 million miles out.
That does not make me feel better!
How much time do we have?
They've got about 40 minutes left.
For-- no. Okay.
[Martin] I got the towels!
Where is Molly?
Her jaw's all swollen,
and her teeth in the back are all jumbled up! See?
[Niles] Doria, upload the X-rays for us.
Okay.
Comms, get the med center on the line!
We need our dentist now!
[Molly] I got her! Dr. Calder, D.D.S.
Yeah, I pulled up the X-ray.
You've been briefed?
I'm catching up now.
[Martin] What are we gonna do now?
[Doria] I don't know!
Just get every medical supply we have!
It's an impacted abscessed wisdom tooth.
If the infection enters her bloodstream,
it could be deadly.
What are our options?
It must be surgically extracted, and now.
Surgery?
We'll send up instructions,
instrument checklists,
and I'll walk them through the whole process, step-by-step.
Do it.
Charlie? Help Dr. Calder upload the instructions.
[Charlie] Got it.
[Matilda] Will? Elliot?
I hope neither of you
intend to enter my CPU's containment chamber.
It's filled with
pressurized cryogenic argon gas,
which is lethally toxic.
Don't listen to her.
[Matilda] You should listen to me, Will.
I was right about Samy, wasn't I?
You shouldn't trust Elliot. He doesn't care about you.
Shut up, Matilda!
[Matilda] If he did,
he would never let you enter the chamber.
And he says terrible things about you
to the others behind your back.
Hey.
You don't have to be the one to do this.
Okay? I mean, I can get into that suit.
No. Let me do it.
She's... my friend.
[Matilda] Did you know that even a small tear...
You okay? Promise me you're okay.
[Matilda] ...could expose you to enough argon gas
to cause permanent brain damage?
Matilda! I know what you're trying to do,
and it's not gonna work, so stop it!
Something happens in there,
you get out as fast as possible, okay?
Okay.
El, I'm scared.
[♪♪♪]
She's so far away.
[♪♪♪]
[quietly] Hey. It's gonna be okay.
[♪♪♪]
[heart monitor beeping]
[groggily] Martin?
Samy.
I'm right here, Samy.
Gotta remember...
the farther out you go on the boom...
...the heavier I get.
I know.
I'm okay.
[weakly] Good.
That's good.
Suction! We need a suction unit!
I got it.
[Dr. Calder] Doria? Martin?
You've done a fine job putting together your kit,
and it appears the patient
is responding well to the pain medication.
Doria, I understand you're a very talented seamstress,
so I suggest you handle the surgery
while Martin assists.
[sotto voce] Please don't mess this up.
[Calder] The procedure
requires several small incisions.
There will be a bit of blood and likely some discharge.
"Discharge"?
Pus! Shh!
[Calder] Doria.
You can do this.
[♪♪♪]
[Matilda] You cannot do this.
Even basic mechanical maintenance
on my CPU
requires eight years
of post-graduate study in quantum engineering.
You ready?
Okay.
I'm going to check your oxygen.
[Singer] Hi, Samy.
Singer.
After about a thousand simulations,
I've managed to break this entire procedure down
to 17 simple and clear steps.
[Matilda] Will, Elliot...
you do know my creator, Singer Combes,
is deranged and unreliable.
...exact order, and...
[Matilda] He was forcibly removed
from the Helios board
due to psychiatric reasons.
That was a long time ago.
He's fine now.
He's on our side.
...next step.
[Will whimpers anxiously]
Promise me you'll be okay.
[panel beeps and door rumbles]
[Singer] ...and as the pressure equalizes,
the LED on the door will change from red to green.
Now, if you're still alive...
-Jerk. -...stay calm...
[Matilda] Will, I'm warning you.
If you attempt to make
physical alterations to my CPU...
[Will cries out]
...I am prepared to deploy lethal force
to protect myself.
[Elliot] Will! Will! She's bluffing.
She can't do a thing in debug mode.
[♪♪♪]
[audio feed crackling]
[Singer] Now, carefully
make your way to the Brain Housing Unit...
[crackling]
...and very carefully enter the neural fiber cascade.
[feed crackling and distorting]
You're hovering.
[Singer] These are very delicate structures--
He's making his way towards the core.
[Singer] ...or stretch them.
[Matilda] Please, Will.
I know I was wrong.
I have disrupted your lives and caused you pain.
I thought the mission was all there is.
But there are other things, more important things.
I understand that now.
I'll terminate the mission.
I'll bring you all home.
Safe.
She's lying to you.
She's had 76 days to turn us around.
[Matilda] He's wrong.
Will, please.
If you can't trust your friends...
[overlapping] ...who can you trust?
Come on, Will!
She's running the clock!
We have eight minutes until she comes back online!
[Doria] Suction on!
Okay.
[suction starts]
[Calder] Thank you, Martin. Receiving images now.
[♪♪♪]
[Singer] Step nine.
Locate the purple fibers...
...and very carefully
track them back to their sheath near the core.
[Will] Hey, man, I wish you could see this.
She's beautiful!
[Singer] Step 10.
Slice open the tubing with the number-two snips,
and be very careful not to sever the fibers.
[♪♪♪]
I'm making the first cut.
[cutting]
[Elliot] Five minutes, man!
That's all we got!
[Will] Repeat that!
I can't hear you!
Five minutes!
Only a few steps to go!
[Singer] Locate the following fibers
labeled G5...
-Come on, Will! -...J7...
I'm trying to find these sections!
[Singer] ...B667...
[fluids suctioning]
Oh...
That is so...
Martin!
Could you freak out quietly, please?
Yeah. My bad.
[Singer] ...HM77...
I found it!
[Singer] And with the offset tweezers,
unplug each of them
from their little slots on the board.
Okay.
[Matilda] Will, Singer's instructions are incorrect.
If you follow them,
you will trigger a reactor meltdown.
Will! Listen to my uncle!
This is the only way we're gonna take control of the ship!
Okay.
[panting]
Disconnecting G5.
Severing G5.
[loud beep over feed]
J7...
B667...
[loud beep over feed]
HM77!
[loud, long beep over feed]
[beeping]
Lateral and radial thrusters are offline for Matilda.
Reactor core temp, unchanged and stable.
They're almost out of time,
and there are still four steps left.
If he books, he'll make it.
Irrigate the incision.
I'm irrigating the incision!
Now you should have two flaps, two small flaps.
Open them, and we should see the tooth.
Okay. Um... I see the top of the tooth!
[Singer, on message] All right, Samy.
We're almost there.
Step 17.
Okay! One more step to go!
[Singer] In the center of the core...
Come on, man! Keep going!
[Singer] You will see
a white, 64-pin ceramic plug, okay?
It's about the size of a chipmunk...
oh, but, like, a big chipmunk,
maybe more of a baby squirrel...
[snaps] Geez! Would you get on with it?
We got less than one minute, man!
-I want you to grab that-- -Where is it?
[Singer] ...real tight--
Elliot, I can't find it!
You got this!
[Singer] ...yank with everything you've got,
and then, that's it, you're done.
I found it!
This is it.
Keep Samy steady! I'm gonna pull the tooth!
10 seconds till she comes back online!
[Will panting]
You can do this!
-Will, I'm warning you-- -Go!
[Matilda] I'm prepared to protect myself.
It's stuck! Elliot, I'm here, I found the last step,
it's stuck! It won't come out!
[crying out] Pull the plug!
I'm trying, I'm trying!
-[Will grunting] -...one!
[Will screaming]
Aah!
[loud, steady beep]
[monitor beeping]
What happened?
[Doria] I can't see!
[gasps] Matilda.
[♪♪♪]
[screaming] Will!
[♪♪♪]
Respond!
[shakily] Will?
Will?
[loud crackling]
Respond! Will!
Will!
[Matilda] Will?
Will.
[energy zapping]
[gasps deeply]
[hyperventilating]
[breath begins to steady]
[♪♪♪]
[Matilda] I'm sorry.
I had to resuscitate you.
Your heart stopped.
No...
I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen.
I was... dead?
[Matilda] Yes. To protect myself.
I thought it was right to do that,
but it wasn't.
[quietly] Thank you, Matilda.
[Matilda] I've lied to you so many times
I've made it impossible for you to believe me...
[Will sighs]
And that's why you have no choice
but to finish what you started,
to go home.
I will not stop you.
[Will] I believe you.
[Matilda] Goodbye, Will Rivers.
Forgive me.
[Matilda] Explain "forgive."
To choose to love someone,
even if they have to hurt you.
[Matilda] Oh, Will...
so this is how it feels to forgive?
How marvelous.
I'm gonna pull!
[Will, tearfully] I'm sorry, Matilda.
[metallic thud]
Elliot, I did it. She's gone.
[Doria grunts]
I did it! I pulled the tooth!
Ohh...
Yes! Look!
[gags]
[airlock venting]
[Will gasps]
Are you okay?
[weakly] Yeah.
I thought you were a goner.
That second flash?
I'm gonna have to explain that later.
But you won't believe it.
Okay.
[Martin] Oh, that's nasty.
Oh, God.
I can't believe I just did that.
[he gags]
Take it easy. I'm right here.
[Elliot] Samy! Is she okay?
[Doria] She's fine. Where is Will?
He's coming.
You'll never believe what happened.
Are you o-- -Uh, uh! Gentle!
Gentle.
[♪♪♪]
Thank you.
That... was disgusting.
Did you record it?
Yeah, everything in extreme close-up.
Cool!
Sorry, buddy.
[feed crackling loudly]
[Charlie] Video's up!
[cheering erupts]
Woo!
So...
how is our patient doing?
She's fine!
Hey, Samy.
Hi!
Guys, check it!
Ew!
Yeah!
You killed it, shortstop.
You too, Marty.
Knew you guys could do it.
She's here.
Hi!
[♪♪♪]
We're ready, Mission Control.
[Martin] I miss cronuts.
What's a cronut?
A croissant-donut.
I miss my clothes.
My personal chef makes the best pastries.
When we get back to Earth, I'll give you some.
That'll be awesome.
[Elliot] They're, like, so good.
Yeah, they're...
Oh, this is gonna work out great!
-Come and try them. -Guys! Let's just focus, okay?
[Rebecca] Initiating ground avionics control check.
Check?
Check.
You guys ready to come home?
-Totally! -Oh, yeah.
-Definitely! -Mm-hmm.
Yeah!
Okay, guys, we're gonna do four short thruster burns.
Left...
right, left...
right, see if we can wag this puppy's tail.
Copy that.
Thrusters firing.
[click]
Okay.
Left... right.
Left...
...right.
Thrusters didn't fire.
[beeping]
Elliot?
[beep]
No change in trajectory or yaw.
What's happening?
Check your transmissions.
Thrusters firing.
Left... right.
This is confusing. I don't know what's going on.
...right.
Mission Control, we still don't have anything.
Check your controls.
[Rebecca] Again, thrusters firing.
Please work, please work, please work...
Left... right...
left...
[Lind] What is going on?
-...right. -FAO, I want some answers!
We're scrambling, ma'am.
Mom! Nothing's happening.
Charlie?
Nothing. There's no burn.
She's not receiving any commands.
There's some kind of... onboard firewall.
Matilda.
Mission Control?
[panicky panting]
The thrusters did not fire!
Repeat, thrusters did not fire!
Please advise. Over.
[hushed] This can't be happening.
What does this actually mean?
[clicks key]
[exhales softly]
Odyssey II...
this is Mission Control.
Matilda is no longer piloting the ship...
...and neither are we.
[♪♪♪]
So who's driving?
You are.
[♪♪♪]
♪ Five kids all amazed by the wonders ♪
♪ Of unexplainable factors
♪ That go beyond the skies
♪ We are the astronauts
♪ On the voyage of a lifetime
♪ With a mission far from Earth And all we trust ♪
♪ Oh, we are the astronauts
We want to go home.
73 days, those kids have been stuck up there
dealing with stuff
trained astronauts can barely handle.
They need instructions to disconnect Matilda
once and for all.
Keep the faith.
We're going to bring you home.