Apollo 13 Page #3

The drogue is clear.

The docking target is clear.

Okay, I'm comin' up on that now.

Two... one... mark.

Seventy-five feet.

We're comin' up on docking.

Let's shut down some thrusters on 'em.

We'll see what he does.

Whoa. Wait a minute.

I lost something here.

I can't translate up.

Houston, we are drifting

down and away.

- Wanna back off and take another run?

- No, I got it.

Let me just try

and get it stable here.

- I'm gonna reset the high gain.

- Got the target back in the reticle.

We're stable.

Go ahead and recycle the valves.

- Forty feet.

- They're all gray.

Twenty.

- Easy.

- Ten feet.

- Capture.

- That's it!

- That's it.

- Sweet move, Ken. Beautiful.

- Gentlemen, that is the way we do that.

- Man, that woke me up.

Apollo 13 backup crew,

you're up in the simulator.

- Nice job, gentlemen.

- That's three hours of boredom...

followed by seven seconds

of sheer terror.

Good job, guys.

You just won the Christmas turkey.

Nice try, Frank.

You really outfoxed 'em, brother.

Yeah, but it wasn't perfect.

Used up too much fuel.

You're above the curve.

Not by much. Listen, guys,

I wanna work it again.

Hey, we gotta be up with the dawn patrol

headed for Bethpage, what, 0700?

- Wheels up at 0700.

- Yeah, I know...

but my rate of turn

is still a little slow.

I really think

we should work it again.

- Well, let's get it right.

- Okay, set it up again, Frank.

Okay, 13 backup crew.

It'll have to wait.

- Prime crew's up for another run.

- Yeah, baby.

Apollo 13, we show S-4B shutdown...

and all systems are nominal.

Fred, set the S-band omni to B...

and when you get

in the LEM, two forward.

Good shape over here.

Hey, we got a problem.

- Ken, get your helmet on!

- I can't get it locked!

Oh, God!

Jim!

I thought the stars

would fall down on you.

That's silly.

Stars can't fall on us.

You're a smarter kid than I was.

How long will it take

to get to the moon?

Four days.

But that's pretty fast.

See, this is

the Saturn 4B booster...

and it shoots us

away from the Earth...

as fast as a bullet from a gun...

until the moon's gravity

actually grabs us and pulls us...

into a circle around the moon...

which is called an orbit.

All right?

Fred and I float down the tunnel

into the lunar module...

this spidery-Iookin' guy.

Only holds two people,

and it's just for landin' on the moon.

And I take the controls

and I steer it around...

and I fly it down...

adjustin' it here,

the attitude there, pitch, roll...

for a nice, soft landing

on the moon.

Better than Neil Armstrong.

Way better than Pete Conrad.

Dad... did you know

the astronauts in the fire?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. I knew the

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