Star City

Be careful, they're searching everybody for contraband.

Might be the last X-ray for a while, with how everything is now.

How many plays left?

Three.

Maybe four.

Thank you.

Tanya, have you seen my stopwatch?

I had it with me before.

No, haven't seen it.

What is that?

It's music.

That's contraband. You're gonna get us into trouble. Turn it off.

You used to love it when I found us Western music back in Moscow.

We don't live in Moscow anymore if you hadn't noticed, Tanya.

How could I not notice?

Stuck here alone most of the time while you're who knows where.

Did you just shush me?

That's enough. You have to behave, Tanya.

No more of these bone records.

Behave? You sound like my mother. Valya!

I don't have time for this. I need to find my stopwatch. I'm very late.

Music's the one thing that I have from my old life.

- The one fucking thing! - Yes, yes.

- Huh? - Yes.

I gave up everything to be here with you.

- Got it. Got it. - Valya.

Yes, yes. I've heard it all before. It's all my fault. I understand.

- I can't do this now, Tanya. - You're not even really here at all.

You might as well be on the fucking moon!

Commencing powered descent to lunar surface.

Automatic descent initiated.

- Confirm undocking. - Make room.

Undocking confirmed.

Landing procedure complete.

Commencing extension of the hab.

Hab extension complete.

And then my big speech from the lunar surface.

And we're live with Arseni Vetrov, who proves any man can go to space.

Stop joking around.

Two weeks on the moon are done.

The relief crew's arrived. Time for powered ascent. Go.

Hatch sealed.

Prepared for liftoff.

- No! - What?

Are you gonna fly up to Pavel in the Soyuz with the hab dangling off the side?

Have you tried flying straight like that?

Do you see the problem?

Do you see the problem?

- Yeah. - Great.

Pow, pow. There go your bolts.

Excellent impression.

Hab jettisoned.

Prepared for liftoff.

All right, he's fucked it up again.

Let's go again from the top.

Hey.

Hey.

I don't want any excuses, Sasha.

I'm not making excuses. You being a pain in the arse is not new.

- This is standard cosmonaut training. - What's going on?

This mission is dangerous.

- Every mission is dangerous, Valya. - Not like this.

Look, I'm the one going up. If anyone should be nervous, it's me.

Yeah, you should be.

You're going to the moon practically naked in a balloon.

It's not even close to being finished properly.

You're in there joking around.

I don't know what you don't understand about this.

You don't think I can do this.

We've just run that two dozen times. How many did you mess up?

- Oh, fuck you. - There's a professional.

Do I have to remind you who was the better pilot in the Air Force?

Are you gonna fly a MiG to the moon?

Space flight is about discipline, Sasha. It's not about showing off.

You fucking child.

I'm sorry.

You've been uptight all day.

What's going on?

I just…

Everything.

This insane mission, security.

Everyone's running around scared of their own shadows.

The stress is getting to me.

I shouted at Tanya this morning for nothing.

Just let her have it. No reason at all.

It's normal.

Anastasia and I do nothing but argue.

About everything.

This was more than arguing.

I told her to behave.

Yeah, I know.

I should have stayed and talked to her.

Should've said sorry but I just…

I want things to go back to the way they were a couple of years ago.

I've been so focused on my work, and I worry she's dissatisfied

with me.

- What? - Nothing. It's just…

If I'm ever in that situation with a woman,

which I very rarely am,

I have this maneuver.

You get behind her and you flip her over...

Oh, my God. That's not what I'm talking about.

- Stop. Stop, stop, stop. - I thought you'd…

Forget it. Forget it. Whoa…

- That's not… - Sorry.

Tell me.

Tell me. Tell me the maneuver.

So you get behind her…

and then you lick all the way up.

- Just stop talking, Sasha. Stop talking. - I get it. Sorry.

Here we go.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

44.7 knots.

Fastest in the world.

Yeah.

But how much pressure can she withstand?

Design depth is 550 meters. About 56 atmospheres.

And that?

Much more. Over a hundred atmospheres.

But it is ancient.

There's wisdom in years.

Found an ocean up there, did you?

…pressure spheres go in front of the circuit bay…

He found it.

The Chief Designer, he finally found it.

- What? - The final piece to our puzzle.

The probe that will go down to Venus. He'll be back with it tomorrow.

This whole area will need to be cleared.

Does it have the right specs?

It better. The Venus launch window's in a few weeks.

It will need some refurbishment,

but that is why you were chosen for this task.

Again, Mikhail, you do not need to raise your hand to speak.

Sorry.

No.

- What is it? - Well,

how will he get it into Star City with security so high?

Leave that to him.

All right, let's begin preparations.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

I had to go to training. I couldn't deal with all that then.

Couldn't deal with me, you mean?

No. No, that is not what I mean.

I just want you to be happy.

Yeah?

Make me.

What?

I said, "Make me."

Oh, my God.

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

I just got a cramp.

I'm fine.

Sorry.

It's nothing.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

You're back.

How did training go?

Valya won't get off my arse.

Well, then you probably deserve it.

My supportive wife, have you been drinking?

If Valya thinks you're screwing up, it's because you are.

Be easier just to fly the lander myself

than deal with all this call-and-response nonsense.

It's just to keep us busy.

Your big head isn't gonna fit inside your helmet.

No helmets.

What?

No space suits.

Stop joking.

Okay.

No space suits to land on the moon.

Well, you know, two of us have to fit inside the lander.

Sasha, that's too dangerous.

- You cannot... - No, it's fine. I'm not scared.

Look, there's plenty of room for me, my ego and Arseni in the lander.

If I'm wrong,

you can say "I told you so" when I'm a red stain on the moon.

I'm too young for a second husband.

Halt.

Open the gate.

I have equipment here for the Luna mission

and I need to get it to a lab now.

I need to see the back of the truck.

This is highly sensitive scientific equipment.

I will not have it manhandled.

Now open the gate.

What's going on here?

Off you go.

Comrade Colonel, these new security protocols are incredibly disruptive

given the lunar launch is in three days.

This mission can't afford holdups.

What this mission can't afford is another breach.

You know the Americans are trying to sneak something into Star City.

Their only hope of gaining ground is to sabotage Luna 17.

The Americans won't have anything to sabotage

if we're not ready for the launch.

Well, I'll be quick.