To the Core and Back Page #3

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- We're not where we should be.

- Where the hell are we?

[Stick] Endeavour, guidance is bad.

You are now 1-2-niner miles off course.

Roger, Houston.

We sort of noticed. Is that...?

Los Angeles. That is confirmed.

We are 1-5 thousand feet.

We got maybe two minutes

of glide time left.

Doesn't make sense. The guidance,

the beacons are all wrong?

We're heading straight for downtown.

We're not gonna crash

into Los Angeles.

They're going to hit

downtown LA at 300 knots.

Bob, you know LA?

Because I have an idea.

Houston, those buildings

are getting mighty big.

- Can you clear a freeway?

- OK, thank you.

Come on. Come on.

It's rush hour, Commander,

and it's bumper-to-bumper.

Sir, I have an alternate.

If you turn to heading 1-7-5...

It's Houston's call. Houston?

- Computers are still plotting.

- Come on.

[rumbling]

[crowd murmuring]

Houston, we are running

out of time here.

- Sir, I have an alternate.

- All right, Beck, what do you got?

Houston, I have coordinates for an

alternate landing site. Can you confirm?

- Endeavour, give them to me.

- I show possible touchdown

at 33-55 north, 1-18-10 west.

- [Stick] Bill?

- It's theoretically possible.

Endeavour, that is confirmed.

Turn right, heading 1-7-5.

Expect visual contact

with Los Angeles River in five seconds.

No, that will not work, Houston.

We got bridges every few hundred yards.

Our wingspan alone

is going to fold us up.

I've figured the "L" over "D" max.

We can make it

if you can bring us straight in.

We're coming in high and hot.

Two-ninety feet, 320.

- Two-seventy, 3-0-5...

- Arm the gear.

- [Tim] Gear on.

- Gear down. Now.

[Tim] Gear in transition.

Two-forty feet, 290.

[Bob] Hang on.

This isn't going to be subtle.

Two-ten feet, 265.

Get out of the way! Move!

- Derotate.

- [Bob] Inward.

- 230... 210...

- Speed brakes!

- One hundred per cent.

- [Bob] We're way too fast.

- Deploy the chute.

- No. We'd snag the bridge.

We'll tear the tail off.

Banking right.

[Beck] Commander, that next bridge!

Watch it! We're way too high

for that one!

- Suck up the gear!

- Not yet. We'll lose all steering.

We hit, it's over!

And... gear up now!

Lock your harnesses.

It's out of my hands.

[all shouting]

- Let's get out of here!

- Run! Let's get out!

[grinder buzzing]

' [grinder off]

' [gasps]

- [Endeavour powering down]

- [exhales]

[breathing deeply]

[sirens approaching]

[man] Dr. Zimsky?!

Will you make sure my assistant

has your number, darling?

Sure.

- Dr. Zimsky!

- Hello. No, it's all right.

- Hello.

- Thank you, sir.

- Dr. Zimsky.

- Yes. What's your name?

- Josh Keyes.

- Josh.

No, sir, I don't need you to sign it.

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