Solis (2018) - full transcript

When Troy Holloway wakes up to find himself trapped aboard a drifting escape pod shooting towards the Sun he quickly realises the true terror of his situation. With rapid oxygen depletion and a burn- up rate of 90 minutes, Commander Roberts leads a rescue party to save Holloway before time runs out. Having recently lost his son and now confronted by his immediate end, Holloway feels less enthusiastic about survival. But Roberts, speaking to him only through a weak radio transmission, is determined to save his life, and both soon learn that the lives they have both lived influence each other in unexpected ways.

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Come in, 2024.

This is Hathor 18

confirming we are inbound.

ETA five minutes.

Copy that, Hathor 18.

Landing dock prepped,

ready and waiting.

Where in the system are you?

We've just pulled

from Mercury's

planetary gravity

assist maneuver.

We stopped by for a boost.

We've engaged velocity

redirection for DEC.

Commencing deceleration.

Copy that.

Watch for small

rock clusters out there.

We've had a few outbursts.

Thanks for the heads-up,

Lieutenant.

Hathor 18 primed for landing.

Copy that, Hathor 18.

Okay, guys,

Hathor 18 is inbound.

ETA four minutes.

Copy that.

Let's finish getting

this sector stripped.

Control's gonna want this load.

Of course they are.

How are your pressure readings,

Holloway?

All green, all stable.

All good your end, Milton?

All good here.

Milton, I almost forgot.

There are some sun suit

prototypes down in the hold.

Can you test them out?

They need onsite activity.

If you can just play around

with them for a bit and log it.

That's all I need.

Copy that, Lieutenant.

On my way.

You got it, Holloway?

Yeah, I got it.

We gotta get going.

I'm reading some

serious seismic fluctuations.

I'm reading that too.

Subterranean surge

of some kind.

Another outburst?

Yeah, it's a big one.

Holloway, cease operations

immediately.

Milton, get yourself

out of the cargo hold.

Milton, get out of there!

Mayday.

Mayday.

This is Holloway of 2024 DEC

reporting from EEV Khapera 2.

Do you copy?

I repeat, this is Troy Holloway

reporting from EEV Khapera 2.

Does anyone copy?

Hathor 18, please respond.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

This is Troy Holloway

in the blind.

Can anyone copy?

I'm alone.

Milton and Lieutenant Harris

are both...

I'm flying with limited power

and no control.

Diagnostics are down.

IPS is inoperable.

Does anyone copy?

I'm flying completely blind.

Shit. The, uh...

The EEV's beacon is down.

I repeat,

the EEV's beacon is down.

So, uh...

Ah. Okay.

The PLB on my stat-band

is functional.

Repeat, the PLB on my stat-band

is detectable, I think.

Ah!

Come in.

Hello! Hello is anyone there?

Is someone there? Hello?

Hathor 18, are you there?

I can't hear you.

I can hear you.

Who is this?

This is Hathor 18.

Hathor 18, good, okay.

Hathor 18,

this is Troy Holloway

reporting from EEV Khapera 2.

Who is this?

This is Hathor 18.

I repeat,

who am I speaking to?

This is Commander Roberts.

Who?

Commander Roberts.

Roberts?

I am the pilot of Hathor 18.

You're a new pilot?

I don't remember you?

Affirmative.

Okay, copy that.

Is Commander Serizawa

available?

I'm temporarily standing in

for the commander.

You'll be speaking with me

for the time being.

Okay.

Listen, there was an outflow

of steam back on the site.

The harvester's drill anchors

must've exposed

a pocket on the asteroid.

The blast, the explosion,

it blasted open the hull.

We initiated the emergency

evacuation procedure, but, uh...

I'm aboard the EEV Khapera 2.

I'm drifting with limited power

and no control.

The propulsion

and ACS are inoperable.

Diagnostics are down.

Only the comms,

coolant chamber

and life support systems

appear operable.

What is your status?

Well, I've never been better,

really.

Uh, that was a joke.

I'm okay.

I'm drifting.

I have very little power...

and no control.

And the rest of the crew?

Holloway, can you expand on

Milton's status?

Holloway?

Uh, Milton was in the cargo bay,

signing off on prototypes or

something when the explosion,

the outflow, the blast,

the force,

it threw him,

and Milton was thrown,

and we, uh...

we initiated the emergency

evacuation procedure.

- We made it to the EEV.

- Is Milton deceased?

Holloway.

Yes?

Is Milton deceased?

Yes, Milton is deceased.

And Lieutenant Harris?

Lieutenant Harris

didn't make it either.

Jesus Christ.

Copy that.

What are your visuals?

Visuals, uh...

Please report visuals to me.

Goddamn it.

Hollow...

Shit. Come on!

- Shit!

- Holloway?

Can you hear me?

Yes, I hear you.

Can you hear me?

Report your position.

Give me your coordinates.

Coordinates? I...

don't have any.

Just, uh...

Just listen to me, Commander.

The EEV's beacon is down,

but the stat-band, my stat-band,

my PLB is linked

and should be detectable.

Copy that.

Okay.

Uh, we're not

detecting anything.

You gotta be kidding.

Coordinates. Give them to me.

I just don't have

any coordinates.

I need coordinates, Holloway.

Okay, but I don't have

any coordinates, Commander.

Give me something.

Describe what you see.

How about space?

That's what I see, Commander.

Is Hath...

visible from your...

Please repeat.

Is Hathor 18 visible

from your current position?

No.

We will be a small white speck

in the distance.

There are a lot

of small white specks

in the distance, Commander.

Nothing is visible

from my current location.

Not you, not Hathor 18

or any other craft.

This heap of shit

is ancient, Commander.

That heap of shit

is keeping you alive.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Holloway, are you injured?

No.

No, I'm uninjured.

Negative.

Copy that.

Okay, we've detected your PLB.

Okay.

It's gonna take a moment

to triangulate.

And is your stat-band

linked to the EEV?

Stat-band should be

linked, yes.

Okay, copy that.

- This will take a moment.

- Okay.

Polarized filter online.

Are you there?

- Holloway.

- Yeah.

I need your medical

diagnostics.

I need to speak

with the commander.

I am the commander.

Standing in for him

doesn't make you the commander.

Commander Serizawa is

unavailable. I'm now in charge.

Please give me

your medical diagnostics.

I need to speak with him.

You're not going to speak

with the commander.

- You're going to speak with me.

- Put him on.

- The commander is occupied.

- Put him on.

- It is not possible.

- Fuck you!

We will not be handling

this situation in that manner.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?!

My stat-band

is partially inoperable,

so I am unable to give you my

medical diagnostics, Commander.

Then a self-examination

will suffice.

My orders are

to keep you alive.

Your orders?

Yeah, who gave you orders

to keep me alive, huh?

Why am I suddenly so important?

I need an evaluation

of your condition,

so I can report to Medical.

That's an order.

Back of my head

had minor trauma.

Light or heavy?

Somewhere in the middle.

Are you concussed?

I guess.

Yes or no.

- Yes.

- Copy that.

That wasn't so hard,

was it?

Medical is concerned

about your head trauma.

Tell Medical their concern is

appreciated, but not necessary.

I'm going to ask you

some questions

to determine

the extent of concussion.

- I'm fine.

- Is your vision clear?

- I said I'm fine, Commander.

- Is your vision clear?

- It's a little blurry.

- Do you feel nauseous?

- No more than usual.

- Yes or no answers, please.

Yes.

What is your full name?

- Is this really necessary?

- Answer the question.

Troy William Holloway.

Company name and description.

Company name

and description.

Orbis. An asteroid

mining corporation

that targets Aten, Amor

and Apollo asteroids

that are rich in minerals...

and compounds

positioned primarily

in the Near-Earth region.

What is your position

in the company?

Engineer.

Full position, please.

Prospector

and engineering technician.

And your current mission

and responsibilities?

Maintenance control

and general purpose engineer

on Aten 2024 DEC

for onsite processing

for minerals such as indium,

osmium, gallium, cobalt,

rhenium, rhodium, ruthenium,

platinum, palladium,

and H2O.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you're so welcome.

I can recite the entire

periodic table,

if it makes this

better for you.

This is not a time

for sarcasm.

Yeah, well, I'm just trying

to have a little fun up here.

I hope you're

enjoying yourself.

Wow. I thought we didn't have

time for sarcasm, Commander.

Are you finished?

Is it possible for me

to make contact with Control?

Are you there?

Please repeat.

I need to make contact

with base.

Is it possible for me

to contact Control?

Negative.

Negative?

What do you mean, negative?

It means we have temporarily

lost communications

with Control.

We were bombarded with shrapnel

on your departure.

The relay transmitter

has taken a hit,

but our technical assistant

and the commander himself

are currently working

on the fault.

Why is the commander

fixing the relay transmitter?

We're only a four-man crew.

Our science officer is injured,

and I am most-qualified

to navigate.

You should've told me sooner

what the commander was doing.

It didn't concern you.

Well, it would've

made things easier.

I chose not to.

And you're in no position

to question my actions.

How long until contact

with Control is secured?

Should only be temporary.

How long?!

Within the hour.

We have successfully

triangulated your beacon.

Your rapid departure from DEC

has propelled you

straight for the sun.

Yeah, I kinda assumed that.

Analyzing lifeboat diagnostics.

Okay, oxygen generators

are functional.

O2 levels are green,

nice and high.

However,

propulsion systems, ACS,

and rotation controls

are inoperable,

and so is the trace

contaminant control unit

and water recovery systems.

Cabin temp control

is also inactive,

and you seem to have

a malfunction

in the coolant chamber.

The temp is dangerously low,

currently sitting at

14 degrees Fahrenheit

and dropping fast.

You'll be dead from hypothermia

in no time at all.

But the coolant can be

switched off manually,

which is going to be

your best bet.

You're approximately traveling

at bullet speed towards the sun

with a labored RPM rate.

You should be seeing the sun

through the portal

every six minutes or so.

Polarized filter is online,

but only for as long

as you have power,

and your power

is dropping fast.

However, direct sun exposure

at this range

will result in a burn-up rate

somewhere around

70 minutes at least.

And it gets better.

There appears to be a leak

in the radiation chamber.

You're progressively

going to be exposed

to more and more radiation.

Just keep an eye

on that radiation badge.

How dark is it now?

It's cloudy.

Copy that. We should be able

to intercept you

before significant radiation

exposure and burn-up.

- Excuse me, intercept me?

- It's going to be a close call,

but we estimate our arrival

in 75 minutes, approximately.

- We're coming for you.

- You can't.

I appreciate your concern,

but we're inbound and fast.

This lifeboat has no airlock.

The propulsion and thruster

systems are down, all right?

I have no power. How do you

even expect to grab me?

- It's final.

- So, hold on,

I'm just supposed

to blast myself outta here,

and you're gonna grab me,

like in the movies?

With the inside of the EEV

pressurized,

when you open the hatch,

the force of the gas

will fire you out

and if timed accurately,

right into our hands.

We'll have personnel ready

to catch you.

Oh, well, okay, if you're

gonna catch me, then okay.

I feel reassured now,

Commander.

It's not gonna work.

I'm going too fast.

We'll counteract it.

Our trajectory will be

parallel to yours.

It's not gonna work like that,

and you know it.

We'll improvise.

Excuse me, improvise?

It's what we do.

I don't think Control

would be too happy with you

improvising

for little ol' me, okay?

Milton, Lieutenant Harris,

I can understand, not me, okay?

I'm sure that all Control

cares about right now

is their insurance policy,

not you potentially adding

to this shitstorm!

These are my orders.

Do you want us

to give up on you?

Is that what you want?

Because I can tell you

right now

that is not going to happen.

If there's a chance

I can save your life,

I'm going to take it.

It all happened so fast.

I didn't know what to do.

You're going to have to let go.

It's so easy for someone

like you to say let go.

Let go.

I'm going to get you home.

Have you made contact

with Control?

I told you, within the hour.

It's still being fixed.

I'll inform you

when contact is secured.

Will it be possible

to make a call home

through a feed

linked to the Khapera?

Calls home shouldn't be

your concern right now.

Is it possible or not?

It should be.

Was Control aware of the risks

they were taking

when they ordered us to have

the harvesters operate

at full capacity?

Of course they were,

and you called it in

as a stable rate.

- But not a desirable one.

- The solar flare was imminent.

Control had no choice

but to speed up...

Control already had 10 million

tons of mineral ore in transit.

They had to have

that much more?

I mean, all this

for one more fucking load.

What's that?

It's your stat-band

informing you

that early stages of

hypothermia are setting in.

You'll soon start experiencing

reduced manual dexterity.

You need to switch

the coolant off

before you're unable to do so.

Okay, if I switch

the coolant off,

it's gonna make things warmer

in here, right?

Considerably.

Then I'll just fix it

to stabilize temp control.

No. The damage to the coolant

is irreversible.

Of course it is.

All right, I'll just rather

withstand the cold

than be oven baked.

The EEV has evac suits though.

If I leave

the coolant chamber on,

I'll just fully suit up.

Well, according to my readings,

there's only one

evac suit docked.

It has 15 minutes of O2

in its tank,

with another 15 on backup.

Hold on. Why is there only

15 minutes in the evac suit?

Evac suits supplied in

emergency escape vehicles

aren't mission operative suits.

They have lower

oxygen supplies.

If you turn the coolant off

in the next 10 minutes,

you should be able to withstand

the rising temp

for the next 30,

then add another 30

with the evac suit's tank,

that pushes your survival

to 70 minutes.

We can be with you in 60.

Did you hear?

Yeah, I heard all that.

- Thoughts?

- Does it matter?

Great. Shit, my day

gets better and better.

- What is it?

- The cabin window.

- What about it?

- There's a crack.

It's thermal shock.

It can't withstand

the extremes in temperature

on both sides of the glass.

Turn the coolant off

and endure the heat

for as long as you can,

then put on the evac suit.

Do you have

a more accurate timeframe

until contact with Control

is secured?

It sits between

50 and 60 minutes.

Just secure contact

for me, okay?

That's all I'm asking.

I need to speak

with someone back home.

Well, if you don't switch

the coolant off right now,

you won't be speaking

with anyone.

It won't be a walk in the park,

reaching that coolant valve,

so you need to act now,

do you hear me?

- I'm working on it.

- Outstanding.

It's going to be colder

than Antarctica back there,

so you might want

to make it snappy.

Copy that.

And remember, the rear units

are outside the protection

of the radiation chamber

that encompasses

the EEV cabin, so...

Make it snappy.

Commander, repeat.

Hathor 18, repeat!

God!

Commander Roberts!

Repeat!

Hold onto something!

Can you hear me?

Are you there?

I'm here.

Holloway.

Can you hear me?

What?

Did you switch

the coolant off?

Yeah. Yeah, it's off.

There was a huge depletion

in pressure.

What happened?

Debris pierced through.

Sounds like you're lucky

to be alive.

Something like that.

Well, it's going to get worse

before it gets better.

I'm counting on it.

Everything all right?

Not really.

Please expand.

What's your status?

When the debris

pierced through,

a piece of shrapnel...

found a home in my rib cage.

- Left side.

- Okay, as your body warms,

you're going to lose more blood

and feel more pain.

We need to sort

this wound ASAP.

I can't feel an awful lot.

Precisely. Do it now and use

the cold to your advantage

before you start

to feel everything.

You need the med kit.

It should be in the case

next to the CO2

absorber cartridge.

Yeah. One step ahead.

I'm sure medical's gonna have

a field day with this one.

I need you

to breathe in for me.

A big, deep inhale.

Did that hurt?

Like hell.

Put Serizawa on.

That's a negative.

There's nothing stopping you

from putting me through

to his comms unit.

The commander and I

are good friends.

I just need to talk to him.

I'm sorry.

Just put him on.

Holloway...

Just put him on!

It's out. It's out.

Okay, we need to

stop the bleeding.

Yeah, well, please feel free in

stating the obvious, Commander.

Just doing my job.

You need something that would

cauterize the wound.

Look around,

see what you can find.

You might need

to improvise something.

Milton's got these...

prototypes.

They're the prototypes

Control sent to DEC.

Electromagnetic hand grips

for maintenance purposes.

So not gonna stop

the bleeding.

No.

Look, it's getting warmer

every second.

Come on, talk to me.

We need to stop the bleeding,

Holloway.

Yeah, I know.

Talk me through

what you're doing.

Commander.

Commander Roberts.

We must keep in contact

at all times.

This isn't a game.

I know it's not a game.

Did you cauterize the wound?

- Yes.

- How?

Found a way.

Okay. Just be aware

your body won't have time

to acclimatize

to the rapid temp increase.

The pain and discomfort

will get worse.

Give me Serizawa.

- Holloway, there's something...

- I'd like to speak with him.

Would you just listen to me?

There's nothing stopping you

putting me through.

I just need to tell you

something.

Just put him on the line

for me, all right?

Shut up and listen to me!

Commander Serizawa is dead!

The damage we received

from the shrapnel cluster was,

it was substantial,

and the life support conduits

needed fixing.

We had minutes

until we had no air to breathe.

More debris was inbound,

and Serizawa's suit

was damaged.

His coolant regulators split.

He drowned in his suit.

He died saving us.

Why didn't you tell me this

from the get-go?

I knew you were close

to the Commander.

I needed you stable.

You should've told me.

- It wasn't the right time.

- You should've told me.

What difference

would it have made?

Because I needed him

to do something for me.

Holloway, debris inbound!

Holloway, are you okay?

- Holloway!

- I'm spinning.

Okay. I'm analyzing

the Khapera's rotation.

The Khapera's rotation,

it's around 69, 70 RPM.

Make it stop.

I can't.

It's not going to stop.

Just breathe, Holloway,

and try to...

You've gotta turn back.

Holloway, repeat, I...

You and the rest of your crew,

you gotta turn back

or more people are gonna die.

I'm not giving up.

We're not turning back.

Holloway, can you hear...

Holloway!

Can you hear me?

What's happening?

Holloway, respond.

Answer me.

What's happening?

Holloway.

Commander.

If I'm alive,

you're still coming for me.

What do you mean?

Holloway, what are you doing?

What's right.

Don't you even think about it.

Don't you dare

open that hatch.

We can secure contact.

You can still

make that call home.

Let me save you!

Holloway.

Please answer me.

Please say something.

I'm here.

Thank God.

What's your status?

Warm.

Pretty bad headache.

Commander?

Yeah.

Can you talk me through

the current approximated stats?

Okay.

The Khapera will burn up

in approximately 40 minutes.

You should, however, be able

to endure the rising temp

for at least another 10.

You have 15 minutes O2

in the suit's tank,

then another 15 on backup,

and we estimate that we can

be with you in about 35.

And at this rate, you'll have

enough gas inside the EEV

to blast you out.

It's going to be like a furnace

in there

within the next few minutes

or so.

You need to endure the rising

temp for as long as you can.

And a revised estimation

on when...

contact will be secured

with Control.

Um...

Around the same time as

our arrival, approximately.

Can you make that sooner?

With Serizawa gone, it's down

to our technical assistant

to fix the transmitter now.

He's on his own out there,

but he's doing what he can.

I need you to call home.

I need to speak with her.

Would you like me

to record that message?

Just in case.

I'll tell her myself.

Must be pretty scary

out there.

It's not so bad...

once you get used to it.

You know, I never wanted

to work for the mining corp

or be a pilot.

My father worked

for the company,

and once the ships

were in the air,

he was contracted to pilot

Hathor 1.

But he had a fall

before his first assignment.

The result was a concussion

that terminated his contract.

It wasn't until then

that my father encouraged me

to look into the position.

It was a long shot,

but I thought I'd give it a go.

I got the right education,

passed the right exams

and tests,

and 17 years later,

here I am,

the pilot of Hathor 18.

And commander.

By default.

Tell me something

about yourself.

Something about myself?

I'm thinking

of early retirement.

I take it

that's a new development.

After today? Yeah.

I need to tell her I'm sorry.

That's all

you want her to know?

That's all she needs to know.

That's all I have to say.

You know,

you remind me of someone.

Someone I once knew.

Someone who lived in the past.

Too busy being sorry.

What happened?

Why are you so sorry?

We had a son.

Holloway, what's going on

over there?

You're losing pressure.

Commander Roberts?

Roberts, you there?

Commander Roberts.

Holloway.

Holloway.

- I can hear you.

- Are you all right?

It was another

shrapnel cluster.

All right.

Evac suit's on.

Give me your stats.

Life support battery,

95 percent.

O2, 18 percent.

You hearing that?

Yeah, I got it.

Holloway,

there's been a breach.

The inside of the Khapera is

now completely depressurized.

The O2, CO2, nitrogen, it...

it's all gone.

Systems have automatically

locked down access

to the remaining O2 supply

and the backup tank.

Your damaged controls

will not allow you

to override it manually.

The only option would be

a spacewalk to fix the damage

and allow access

to the remaining O2.

That would grant you

the pressure needed

to blast you out.

But you have no tether.

A spacewalk is impossible.

And the radiation

and heat exposure,

even with a suit on,

you'd be dead within minutes.

There's nothing we can do.

I know all that.

I'm sorry.

You and your crew

need to turn back.

You can turn back

and still link the call...

I can't.

...to home.

I can't turn back.

You can for the safety

of your crew.

I can't.

You can, Commander.

Look, before we lost contact

with Control,

they ordered us

to come and get you.

A strict order was given.

At least one member of the crew

on 2024 must survive.

It's not my call.

A catastrophe like this,

with all crew members deceased

as the result of an accident,

will cripple

the entire program,

potentially resulting

in a permanent shutdown

of the company,

taking all related programs

and organizations with it.

Best case scenario,

with you alive,

is a several-year hiatus,

where a full,

intense investigation

and accident review

is carried out.

With you deceased

is a guaranteed

immediate termination.

Your life determines

the fate of Orbis.

You're the priority right now.

So I guess you're not coming

out of the good nature

of your heart after all.

- It's not like that.

- Then what is it like?

I would be coming for you,

regardless of my orders.

Oh, look, I'm flattered,

Commander.

Really, I am.

I'm dead anyway.

The radiation's got me.

I'm not turning back.

My son was making something.

These...

inventions.

He'd just go around,

grabbing stuff

and then make something.

Good things.

I mean, he was good.

Smart.

He was six.

I had the chance

to do something right.

To make the right decisions.

But I didn't.

I chose to just run away.

To go to a dark place

no one goes,

somewhere... far away.

Just left.

I just need to tell her

I'm sorry.

Are you sure that

that's all she needs to hear,

that you're sorry?

I lost my daughter

seven years ago.

She was twelve.

My husband couldn't cope.

He left me.

He left me

when I needed him most.

Do you know

he left me a note?

It didn't say

how much he loved me

or how happy our lives

had been together.

Nothing like that.

It just said...

"Eva, I'm sorry."

If I could speak to him today,

I'd pray to God

that he wouldn't tell me

how sorry he was.

I dream he would just

hold me in his arms

and tell me

how much he loved me.

I wouldn't want his apologies.

I'd just want him.

I need to sign out for a sec.

Copy that.

Roberts, you there?

I'm here.

If I seal the outside

of the Khapera,

will that definitely allow me

access to the remaining O2?

In theory, yes.

And that'll be enough

to re-pressurize this cabin

and blast me outta here?

Well, only if you had a way

of getting out there.

Electromagnetic

grip enhancements

linked to life support

mainframe.

I think I do.

Power, 100 percent.

I'm gonna try

these new prototypes.

Milton didn't even get a chance

to test them.

They might not work.

It's 50-50.

Well, those are the best odds

I've had all day.

You will be exposed to

100% solar intensity out there,

and it'll take too long to fix.

It's over 700 degrees

in direct light.

Okay, then I'll fix it

in the shade.

Look, you still have

the ability

to analyze the rotation

of the EEV

to keep me on the shaded side

of the Khapera.

Radiation levels

are off the chart.

Radiation badge

is already black.

You won't have enough time.

This is the only chance

I've got.

It's only going to take

another 15 minutes

before we're able

to contact home.

Can you guarantee

that timeframe?

Negative.

Okay, so I'm going to need you

to guide me through this.

Roberts, have I got

your support or not?

Of course you do.

The damaged area

will be situated

by the oxygen generators,

directly above

the CO2 scrubbers.

Right on top.

Tell me when you're ready.

Ready as I'll ever be.

O2 count activated.

Allow further rotation.

Stand by.

Ten...

nine...

eight...

seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

You are clear to go.

O2, 11 percent.

Climbing starboard.

Bow to my left.

Copy that.

Nice and steady.

What's the temp in the shade?

Minus 150.

Oof!

Nipply.

What's wrong?

Holloway?

I, uh...

I don't feel so good.

Please expand.

Nauseous.

Migraine.

I got blurry vision.

Uh...

Burning.

Burning all over.

It's the radiation.

O2, ten percent.

You need to slow

your aspiration.

You're gulping the O2 supply.

That's better.

Okay.

Horizon line is starboard,

moving your way.

Approximately five minutes

until full exposure.

If you're exposed,

your suit won't withstand it,

not at this range.

You'll be cooked alive.

- Did you hear me?

- I got it.

I can't locate the damage.

It's above the scrubbers.

Yeah, I'm on the scrubbers.

Well, it's right there.

- I can't see it.

- What's your position?

Right on top.

O2, nine percent.

You are situated towards

the front of the capsule?

Negative, no.

The scrubbers are central.

Not on the Khapera modules.

The CO2 assemblies are situated

towards the nose.

Shit. I remember.

It's an old design.

The biology's changed

quite a bit.

I forgot I was aboard

an antique.

Damn thing's probably older

than the asteroids.

O2, eight percent.

Okay, we're losing time. Fast.

- I found it.

- Thank God for that.

What's the extent

of the damage?

Fixable in five minutes?

Is that rhetorical?

Roberts?

Roberts?

Roberts, repeat.

You have just under

four minutes

before that area is exposed.

Copy that. Four minutes.

Plenty of time.

Wilco. Copy that.

O2, seven percent.

O2, six percent.

Okay, your breathing

is too fast.

I know, I know.

Slow it down.

Whew. It's... damn hot.

Keep it under control.

How's contact with

Control coming?

Nearly there.

Is there more debris incoming?

More wreckage?

There was a series

of further explosions

from the asteroid station,

following your departure.

Each blast must have thrown

further shrapnel clusters

in our direction.

Looks like it's gonna rain.

O2, five percent.

You're doing good.

Hang in there.

You know, after this,

I feel like a vacation.

Preferences?

Uh, nowhere warm.

Alaska?

Alaska sounds good.

O2, four percent.

How about Barrow?

They're currently having

a polar night.

Sounds perfect.

Ah, shit!

Damage to outer shell

detected.

What happened?

Holloway, talk to me. Come on.

Pressure gauge

and O2 cartridge,

primary life support

subsystem critical.

- Did you hear all that?

- Yes, I heard.

That's how I'm doing.

O2, three percent.

Malfunction

in core temp control.

Air conditioning unit

disabled.

Ah, come on, come on.

Come on!

Horizon line inbound.

You have 60 seconds, if that.

O2, two percent.

Come on, come on.

Holloway, you've got to hurry.

I know, I know.

Warning: O2, one percent.

Warning: O2, one percent.

Roberts, has the O2 in the tank

been stabilized?

Roberts, is the O2 stabilized?

Repeat, is the O2 stabilized?

Danger: Heat resistance.

Come in! Roberts!

Depletion subsided.

Backup O2 stabilized.

Warning: O2, 0.5 percent.

Warning: O2, 0.5 percent.

Warning: Power loss imminent.

Electromagnetic grip

enhancements reduced by 50%.

Warning: Power loss imminent.

Electromagnetic grip

enhancements reduced by 50%.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Connection not detected.

Connection not detected.

Connection detected.

O2 restoration in effect.

Danger:

Damage to O2 regulators.

O2, seven percent.

Danger: Rapid O2 depletion.

Commander, are you there?

Commander?

Holloway, can you hear me?

Polarized filter

disabled.

Malfunction

in polarized filter.

Damage critical.

Polarized filter disabled.

Malfunction

in polarized filter.

Damage critical.

Polarized filter disabled.

Malfunction

in polarized filter.

Damage critical.

Polarized filter disabled.

Holloway, talk to me!

I can't...

I can't see anything.

You just listen to me.

O2, five percent.

You have enough

backup O2 to throw yourself out

when I arrive.

I'm so close to you now.

I can still get you.

I'm so close.

Just hurry. Just hurry.

We've made contact

with Control.

They're securing a line

with home as we speak.

O2, four percent.

Danger: Rapid O2 depletion.

I can see you.

I can see you!

Hathor 18 inbound.

You need to make that call.

I'm waiting on Control.

O2, three percent.

I'm monitoring your rotation.

You need to re-pressurize

at the very last moment

when we're in position.

Make that call first!

They might not secure the feed

in time.

Just make it happen!

You need to head back.

You need to turn back!

You're gonna burn too!

We can make it.

I'm so close.

I'm not turning back.

Not now.

I can get you.

I can get you!

It's too much.

It's too much.

- I can't.

- Holloway, listen to me.

- I can't. I can't.

- Holloway!

You listen to me!

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare let go!

Don't you ever let go!

Don't you give up!

You're not allowed

to give up on me!

I won't let you!

You hold on

right to the very end!

No matter what,

you never give up!

Warning: O2, ten percent.

Danger.

Warning: O2 depletion.

Dad won't give up.

Not this time.

I don't know what to say.

I didn't know what to do.

I love you so, so much.

Danger: O2, one percent.

- Roberts.

- I'm here.

I need you in front.

I'm gonna come out that window.

Copy that.

I'm pulling in front.

I've got you.

O2, zero percent.

I'm in place.

I'm ready.

O2, zero percent.

Warning: O2, 0.5 percent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Holloway, we've made the call.

Control's punching us through.

I'm connecting you now.

Roberts.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Thank you, Troy.

Hello?

Troy?

Liz.

Troy.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Troy.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

CO2 aspiration in effect.

Loss of consciousness imminent.

Warning: O2, zero percent.

Troy?

I'm going home.

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