Mission To Mars Page #4

out on the dance floor

just once in a while?

- We danced at our wedding.

- No, that's not dancing.

That's you shuffling your feet around

while you grab my butt.

I'm talking about

real dancing, you know?

Cha-cha-cha, rhumba,

jitterbug.

Darling, face it.

Some couples dance, some go to Mars.

That's life.

- Test.

- Effective.

I'm serious. As soon as we get

back home, we're starting lessons.

Woody, if we never dance, people are

gonna think there's something wrong.

If they see me dance,

they'll know there's something wrong.

This is highly unprofessional.

"This is highly unprofessional, sir."

You keep forgetting that "sir."

Cockpit, this is Control.

- Cockpit, this is Control.

- Control, this is Cockpit.

Terri, it's Phil. They want

us all to report to Micker ASAP.

- Who says to report to Micker?

- The little men who live in my head.

That's a negative.

We're in the middle of

a catastrophic power failure right now.

Yeah, Woody, it was Ray Beck.

He told me to round up the team, now.

The exact same moment

we lost the data stream,

they picked up this intense

burst of energy from Mars.

- What do you mean "intense"?

- Catastrophic.

What about the crew?

The level of energy

in the pulse...

didn't seem survivable.

How about the REMO?

It went into Mars' orbit last week.

Maybe it could give us some clue.

That's just what

we tried next.

Right. The, uh,

resupply module checked out fine.

No instrument failures. Orbit holding

steady. But there was something else.

The REMO's computer

contained an uplink message...

a very faint, highly-distorted

transmission from Mars One base camp.

- Someone's alive.

- Yes, yes, yes. Put up the message.

Still concentrating on the audio,

but we've got a long way to go.

Show us whatever you've got.

Show us.

I have to make this...

make this fast.

I may not get another chance to...

to make...another chance...

chance... to the site...site.

There was a low sound that...

a low sound...sound...a low sound...

Something came out of the top

of the mountain, and it hit us.

And... it hit us...

it hit us...

Oh, my God!

They're dead.

God. Nick...

Man! Dead.

That's it.

I don't know.

Luke must be in pretty bad shape...

if he hasn't just blasted out of there

in the Earth Return Vehicle.

That thing's designed so even one

crew member can fly it back to Earth.

Even if Luke was in great shape,

he couldn't get home.

An energy pulse of that magnitude

would have fried the E.R.V's computers.

Other than the computers,

how do we think the E.R.V. fared?

So far, our modeling says

it should be in pretty good shape.

Which means it's gonna be up to us

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