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Good morning, Garden City.

This is J.R. Bonner playing you all country all the time.

And now here's a snazzy golden oldie guaranteed to get that old ticker pumping.

"That's All It Took" by Gram Parsons.

Morning, hon.

Sleep all right?

Fine. You?

Was up all night. This damn hip again.

- Morning, Sergei. - Morning, Cliff.

Got brownies today.

Good stuff.

You're a lucky man, Cliff.

So here we have a 3D diagram of an electrical field.

So, who can tell me what is voltage?

Harry?

Voltage is the potential difference between two points in an electrical field.

That was sweet. Look what somebody did for me.

- It's crooked on this side though. - What do they call this flavor?

Peanut butter swirl.

You like it?

Yeah.

Very good.

Thanks. Maybe on Overrated Photographer's Day, I'll buy you a shammy for your head.

I made the decision to defect...

to the Soviet Union in 1995,

after many years of dissatisfaction and disappointment

with both NASA and the American government.

The space program I joined in 1966 had changed over the years

to value profit above human life, and was more dedicated to spreading propaganda...

Isn't this the wildest thing?

They thought she died in that bombing years ago.

The one in Houston. Remember?

I have kept my silence for the past eight years...

- Yes, yes. I do. - ...in order to not distract

from the historic work that Roscos...

Mr. Bezukhov?

Mr. Bezukhov?

So, as you can see, the current is not always constant.

Police held back a mass of protesters

so that Madison's car was able to enter the campus.

Despite the cries from some to have Madison arrested,

NASA Administrator Eli Hobson issued a statement that

he considers Madison a key player in the M-7's efforts

to capture the Goldilocks asteroid.

Italian Roast.

Hey, thanks for taking the time.

Yeah. Yeah, look.

Whatever this is about, Ed, I appreciate that you stood your ground.

You didn't cross the line like the rest of them.

But when you come to me and you say you and Dev Ayesa wanna talk,

I start to wonder how committed you were to our cause.

The reason doesn't matter. Mars matters.

And this fight isn't over.

Seems to me like the people have spoken and they told us to take a hike.

Sometimes it's up to a few enlightened individuals that lead the many.

Enlightened, huh?

We can both agree on that Dev's a fucking asshole.

There's no way around it.

But he's brilliant.

Just hear what we have to say.

Can I help you?

This establishment is hereby shut down by order of the base commander

for contravening the M-7 charter.

Ordinance 3.57, prohibiting the sale of contraband.

Geez, Palmer.

- Everyone was having such a good time. - All right, move it out.

This is totally out of line. You're a sad little man

trying to squeeze authority out of bullshit.

Please submit a formal written complaint to your direct supervisor, worm.

Jesus. I know they took the strike personal.

But this whole security detail thing, it's-- It's overkill.

It's bullshit is what it is.

- Who's your reporting officer? - You can't go anywhere

without somebody checking your ID badge, asking what you're up to.

It's a scare tactic. Pure and simple.

Trying to keep us in check.

Which is why I'm telling you you've got to hear him out.

I don't know.

What the hell is that?

Hey! What's going on in here?

Hey, Sam.

Orders from on high. They're sealing off access to sub-levels four and five.

"Crew safety."

Yeah. More like they're afraid us peasant folk will find another place to organize.

You said it.

Even got us hard-wiring lockouts on the elevators.

Seems like our noble commander is learning from her partners

and taking a page out of that Soviet playbook.

When in doubt, you crack down.

You guys can go up in this one.

Thanks, Sparks.

All right. I'll hear what you have to say.

How did Massey take it?

Skeptical.

But wouldn't you be?

Yeah, but she's the key to this whole thing.

None of the others will go along with it if she says no.

At some point, we have to get on the same page about--

The hell?

- Kel. - Dev!

I've been practicing that new magic trick.

All right.

Kel, what's--

Hey, what are you guys doing here?

Tell me you didn't forget.

No, of course not.

I'm taking a hopper to Korolev Crater to get my seekers up and running.

I told you I'll be gone for three days and you said you'd watch Alex.

Yeah, of course.

All right, kiddo. Give me a hug.

- I love you. - Love you.

You'll have all kinds of fun with your grandpa while I'm gone.

This is his medication. And the schedule. And a list of our family rules.

Jesus, Kel.

No crust.

This is crazy. I mean, no wonder the kid's afraid of his own shadow.

Really? You're going to chime in on parenting techniques at this point?

You've never watched Alex before.

Hey. I raised two kids. Including you, remember?

- Alex is different. - Yeah. Well, then maybe you should

you know, maybe take him with you.

A methane hunt is full of drills and dynamite.

It's no place for a seven-year-old, okay?

And you don't have much else going on here anyway.

So I'm throwing you into the deep end.

Sink or swim, remember?

That was terrible advice.

But okay. Let's do it.

Dev, I will contact you when I get to Korolev Crater.

Good hunting.

Hey, Mom.

You'll come back, right?

Of course I will.

Three days. Have fun.

All right.

We're gonna need a babysitter.

Yep.

Gentlemen.

Come in.

Got one of each, huh?

Lucky me.

I wanted to see how you're settling in.

Fine.

- Thank you. - Good, good.

Well, we're gonna be getting started soon.

I thought I might show you to the conference room.

- ...the cat dragged in. - Moscow Margo, huh?

Nuri! My God.

It's good to see you.

Hello.

I--

I heard you were project manager.

Congratulations.

Yep.

If you'll excuse me, I'm running late.

She's very busy.

Shall we?

We're at a crossroads, people. So I won't mince words.

This asteroid is far too vital to our countries

to let another screw-up like that strike happen again.

Security will be airtight from here on out.

I have asked the Soviet Union's chief project engineer

for the 2003LC Capture Mission, Margo Madison, to brief us on the plan.

Miss Madison.

I know we've had our differences but I appreciate you all for coming.

If Sam hadn't twisted my arm, I wouldn't be here.

Ditto. I sincerely hope this isn't for some fucked up game

like the one you played to trash our strike.

That was an unfortunate and difficult development for all of us.

But a necessary one.

That strike had to end

if we were to keep with the required timeline to capture the asteroid.

But the four of you showed that you have principle,

courage and that you won't fold under pressure.

Stop blowing smoke and speak normal, dude.

- Come on. - All right.

I'm gonna ask you to do something that's never been done

by anyone in human history.

For the benefit of Mars, for human space exploration and for yourselves,

because it just might make those bastards on Earth finally take notice.

What do you want us to do?

Ranger's engines can only effect small changes to the asteroid's trajectory.

Just enough to bring it

near Mars.

Once it is there, Ranger will again burn...

...for exactly 20 minutes.

When the time comes, we will slow the asteroid down.

Just enough for the gravity of Mars to bend its trajectory

to speed it towards Earth.

Unless Ranger burns for 25 minutes instead of 20.

That will slow the asteroid down even more

and allow it to be fully captured by Mars's gravity

instead of merely changing its direction.

And bring it into permanent orbit around the Red Planet.

Where it belongs.

But how the fuck does that happen?

Happy Valley doesn't have anywhere near the computing power

of NASA or Roscosmos.

So we'll work out that burn command down here.

NASA will uplink the data to Ops-Com at Happy Valley. They will then relay it...