Hi Bob

The defective LH2 valve which caused the Apollo 23 explosion

has been remanufactured by a new contractor

and has passed all qual and acceptance tests.

We're ready to install it in the second stage of Apollo 24.

But in the process of de-stacking the rocket,

there was a mishap in the Vertical Assembly Building

and some damage was done to the LOX vent lines

and the liquid hydrogen fuel tank.

That stage will have to be completely rebuilt before it can fly.

So we're replacing it with the second stage

originally targeted for Apollo 26.

But that will take time.

So I'm afraid that the launch of Apollo 24 will need to be delayed--

-Another two weeks. -Another two weeks.

BOHICA.

I'm sorry. We didn't get that last.

I did. Just more navy squid gibberish, sir.

-Don't pay it any attention. -Says the air force puke.

How is the new job, Buzz?

You enjoying flying a desk around the astronaut office?

Just keeping it warm until Deke gets back.

It's not the best job in the world, but I do have a really good parking spot.

President Kennedy would like to extend his personal apologies

and to assure you that the administration is doing everything we can

to get you home just as soon as possible.

Well, please tell the president that we appreciate the sentiment,

but we're doing just fine.

Jamestown Base is operational

and will remain so until we're properly relieved.

We got plenty of work to keep us busy.

In fact, we're coming up on a scheduled evolution right now.

Understood. Houston out.

Jamestown out.

True American heroes doing God's work.

I can only imagine what it's like up there for them.

That's a really nice piece of equipment, Dr. Hartley.

Yeah, I have to get it hooked up.

Why don't you let me do it for you? I was a demolitions expert in the marines.

Guy is really familiar.

Maybe 'cause we've probably seen this one about 500 times.

No, it's not that. He's been on another TV show.

John Fiedler. Character actor.

Does a lot of TV.

Get Smart, Courtship of Eddie's Father, Bewitched.

Anything about TV you don't know?

No, there is not.

Watched a lot of TV while my mama cleaned white ladies' houses in Memphis.

Hey, Dani, can you hand me that toolbox?

Yeah.

I don't know if it'll stretch that far. It comes in a little egg.

The ants are building their same tunnels.

Same as they were yesterday and the day before that.

-Yeah. -And the day before that...

I was afraid of my wife, I was afraid of growing old.

-"I was afraid of geese." -"I was afraid of geese."

If I remember correctly, you were afraid to get in your car.

"Well, that was during the period when I was afraid of upholstery."

Was he ever on Lost in Space?

Star Trek.

Now you're just showing off.

Showing off would be telling you that he played Mr. Hengist.

Still no signal.

Dani, you sure you had a good connection on the S-band leads

-when you hooked up the line? -Yep.

Two green lights. Solid connection.

My gift is you don't have to come here anymore.

You're free to go out and face your own problems without me.

No way that would ever happen.

Once a shrink gets you in their clutches, that's it. You never get better.

Did they ever make y'all see a shrink when you were testing for the program?

Not "a" shrink. We saw about five in those days.

You ladies got off easy.

Our shrink asked me if I ever dreamt of having sex with my father.

Oh, yeah.

-They ask you that too? -Sure.

-Yeah. -Except it was,

"Have you ever dreamt of having sex with your mother?"

Yeah, the docs love asking the "Have you had sex with a parent dream" question.

They're just hoping someone's gonna say yes one day.

-Yeah. What would that tell them? -Means you're gay.

-Really? -To shrinks, everything means you're gay.

That's why you don't go voluntarily.

Right, but--

Shit! Shit.

Don't mess up my deck.

Don't kill any ants.

Thanks for your help, guys. Really. Appreciate it.

...sort of 2,000-mile checkup.

-Hi, Bob. -"Hi, Bob."

-"Hi, Bob." -"Hi, Bob."

How'd your interview go with Levi Strauss?

I didn't get it.

Had a bad day.

Hand kept shaking.

Probably thought I was a drug addict or something.

What did Dr. Corey say?

Canceled that.

I don't need someone digging around in my head,

tryin' to make it seem like I'm crazy.

That's not what it's about, honey. He's just trying to help.

I don't need help.

I need something besides bagging groceries to make a living.

We're doing fine on my salary, Clay.

A man's not supposed to live off his wife.

-Okay? It ain't right. -Times change, baby.

All right, I can do more than bag groceries.

Of course you can.

I got a college degree.

I led a platoon in Vietnam.

You know, that man in that interview, he...

He didn't even see me. He was just looking at me sitting there, hand shaking.

You'll get the next one, Clay.

I know you will.

Couldn't even answer the questions.

I kept getting confused.

It was like my mind was slipping into this hole, you know?

It was this dark hole that I could feel pulling me in.

Clayton?

Pulling me down, you know, I could feel it pulling me down.

And I wanted to go.

Like I was hoping to get deep down in the dark.

And at the same time, I'm like, "Shit," you know?

'Cause I know... I know something is waiting down there for me.

-Clayton? -It's gonna get me the second I look away.

It's okay, honey.

It is okay.

There is no hole.

There is nothing down there waiting to get you.

-You have to believe me. -Hey, look, baby.

I gotta go, baby. Okay? Look, I'm out of cigarettes.

-We still have more time. -I'll talk to you next week.

-Okay, I love you. -Sit down, Clay. We--

Your psych profile indicates a predisposition toward claustrophobia.

Odd thing to see in an astronaut.

It was a childhood fear.

I got over it.

They told me my answers were confidential.

In fact, they said my entire medical file was highly confidential

and not to worry about anyone just flipping through it.

Does this worry you?

No, it annoys me.

Well, the FBI certainly doesn't want to annoy you, Miss Waverly.

Too late.

You're aware that I have the power to yank your security clearance

and bounce you out of the program.

I'm aware that the only reason I'm here is because you think my boyfriend is gay.

Which I find both outrageous and offensive.

Larry is a red-blooded American man with completely normal desires,

and I won't sit here while you cast aspersions on his character.

We're not actually here to talk about your boyfriend, Miss Waverly.

We're here to talk about you.

Me?

I can't figure out your story.

It's not that complicated.

Your mother's New York old money.

Your father becomes a pilot in the '20s.

He knew Amelia Earhart, is that true?

And Charles Lindbergh.

He starts his own air freight company in the '30s.

After the war, he's a self-made millionaire.

Starts Cavalier Airlines in '48.

He gives you the flying bug.

You get a pilot license as a teenager.

MIT, aeronautical engineering.

Dad hires you at Cavalier,

and you work there until NASA starts looking for female astronauts.

Doesn't make an ounce of sense.

You can't understand why a woman wants to be an astronaut?

I can't understand why Ellen Waverly,

heiress, aeronautical engineer, pilot and now astronaut,

is with Larry Wilson.

He's a good man.

He's a homosexual.

-You're wrong. -I doubt it.

Why? Have you slept with him?

No, have you?

I don't think that is any of your business.

Tell me about your first kiss.

-It was at the movies. -What movie?

-Ryan's Daughter. -What part?

When Rosy and Major Doryan make love in the meadow.

Odd time to take your eyes off the screen.

We were caught up in the moment.

I just don't know why you're doing this.

I'm not doing anything.

Except trying to keep you from smearing the name of a perfectly good man.

You're helping him hide a secret

at great personal risk to yourself, your reputation and your career.

Why?

I can't figure it.

But I will.

He didn't buy it.

It was a worth a shot.

Sometimes the aggressive tack throws 'em off.

How much longer is this crap gonna go on?

No way to know yet. But we shouldn't trust the phone.

Don't they need a warrant to tap our phones?

J. Edgar Hoover may be dead,

but the feds are still lawless pricks

when it comes to protecting Americans against sexual perverts,