Baikonur.
Baikonur, over.
Do you copy?
Soyuz, we copy.
Pressure in the TDU: 320 atmospheres.
Pressure in the orientation system unreadable.
I repeat: unreadable.
You will have to correct manually.
Manual correction already done.
The ship is oriented towards azimuth 155.
Ready for re-entry.
Roger, Soyuz!
It's the first time a ship is aligned manually for re-entry.
The First Secretary says it's one more proof
of the Soviet pilot's superiority.
Congratulations comrade.
He can go fuck himself!
Repeat Soyuz?
Pre-firing TDU.
Shield OK. Entering white zone.
Over.
Baikonur!
Parachute light failure! Do you copy?
Copy Soyuz.
Control says it must be an electrical problem.
Negative! Parachute unable to deploy, you understand?
Try again Soyuz.
That's all?
I'm going too fast! I'm going to crash, get it?
Baikonur!
What the...
- Hi, Manon. - Hi.
I'm Jeanne.
Do you like marshmallows?
Yes? Here you go.
For you.
Now listen carefully.
I'm going to leave for a while,
you can eat it now, or you can wait for me,
and I'll give you a second one. Okay?
When I get back, I'll give you another one if you haven't eaten it.
Okay? Great.
Don't move, I'll be right back.
So?
Come on, you're wrong, she's going to resist, I can feel it..
Do you want to bet your dessert?
If it's still here when I get back, I'll give you another one.
Breaking news: the Ulysse crew is grieving,
Anne De Ternay, the famous psychologist
and eighth member of the pioneer Mars mission
died in the crash of the helicopter
taking her to the Kourou Space Center.
Swiss billionaire William Meyer who came up with the Ulysse mission
has just announced that despite the passing of the crew psychologist,
he will carry on with his goal
to be the first manned mission to land on Mars.
He plans to launch on schedule in only ten days.
The famous astronaut couple Alessandra and Martin Najac
landed in Guiana a few hours ago,
and despite the tragedy,
the preparations for the mission are still in full swing.
The question now is:
who will be the eighth passenger on the European mission to Mars?
10 MONTHS LATER
Shit.
Already?
Our sessions are getting shorter and shorter.
You're pretty receptive.
If I'd known, I would have gone to therapy sooner.
You would have had trouble finding such a caring therapist.
Jeanne.
Commander.
Listen to me.
Please. I know what you're about to say.
Don't ruin everything with feelings.
Okay?
Commander, you are expected at the briefing.
I'm going.
Yes?
Next time, at least make the bed.
In 24 hours, we will land on Mars.
Alex's outside recon showed nothing troubling,
the ship in in perfect shape,
we have the go-ahead from Earth.
Irene.
Ready for the checklist control, Commander.
- Great. Yann. - Yeah.
Here are the different scenarios proposed by propulsion control.
I know it's indiscreet
but have you already sent your psychological evaluation to Earth?
You do know I'm not supposed to reveal anything.
Yeah, I guess when you spend 240 billion euros
of your own fortune for a mission to Mars,
you get to bend the rules.
- Exactly. - I see.
Which version do you want?
Mine, or the official one?
They're different?
Oh yes, very.
Let's start with the official one.
Well, everything is fine on board.
Nothing to report, we can land safely.
I never doubted it. And the unofficial one?
The ten months of travel have revealed
serious neurosis in several of the crew members.
Basile has developed symptoms of sociopathy,
he didn't talk to anyone, except Irene of course,
for a week and no one noticed.
Gramat, second in command,
has willingly pulled away from the chain of command,
him and the commander barely talk anymore.
The commander has marital troubles,
clearly affecting his judgment and decisions.
And I think Alessandra is going through a depression.
There it is.
- As for you, for the last two weeks... - Yeah, thanks.
So if I were to give a detailed and unbiased opinion,
I would advise against landing on Mars.
I think we'll stick to the first version, if you don't mind.
Mr Meyer, anything to say to the crew?
Right, yes.
Four years ago - time flies - I had a dream to go to Mars.
I dedicated most of my fortune to it,
I wanted to discover a new world, and maybe give my life some meaning.
Well here we are kids, tomorrow we land on Mars.
But we won't be the first.
Excuse me?
A competing American mission got a jump on us.
They landed two weeks ago.
- What? - NASA? It doesn't make any sense.
That's fucking stupid.
NASA is only their partner,
the company Zillion is behind this mission.
Z1, as they call it.
It traveled to Mars in less than three weeks.
Three weeks? How is that possible?
With a new system of nuclear propulsion.
We were crossed by your competition, is that it?
I want to say it's only half a failure,
that it's part of the game,
but I prefer honesty, and honestly, we got fucked.
The problem is that Earth hasn't heard from them.
Except for one video.
- Irene, please. - Yes, Commander.
If you're getting this message it means...
Don't come here.
Don't try and save us.
It's too dangerous.
When did you get this?
A week ago.
And you're warning us 24 hours in advance.
It changes everything, it's dangerous and we know nothing...
You agreed to be in danger when you set foot on this ship.
It's different, we should delay the landing, Yann tell him.
Of course he's right,
we should at least be in orbit until we understand...
It's exactly because of reactions like these
that we decided to say nothing.
And this is not a democracy.
So whether we like it or not, we now have a rescue mission.
The only way to know what happened is to land.
Tomorrow will be the most important day of you lives. Go.
Simon, wait.
Aren't you going to bed ?
I'm not tired.
Are you okay?
I can't stop thinking about what we saw.
I'm sure there's a logical explanation.
A mission like that can fail for a lot of reasons.
Technical problems maybe. Or they suffocated.
- Or they went crazy, you know. - Yeah thanks, that's reassuring.
I didn't mean it like that.
- Maybe I can help you. - No, I'm good, thanks.
Eva, it's gonna be alright.
- Really? - I swear. I swear on your ameba.
Come here, come.
I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.
- Irene. - Yes Basile?
Can you show me the feed from the lab please.
Of course.
How does he do it?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean.
No.
She won't give me the time of day.
She doesn't have a watch.
Come on, I taught you the phrase.
It was a form of humor.
Well it's not funny.
If I can't make you laugh, I don't see how I could help you
get along with the rest of the crew.
And with Ms. Müller in particular.
I get along with you.
You programmed me for that.
Can't fall asleep?
Nervous?
I'm the crew's therapist, I shouldn't answer.
I'm scared to death.
Aren't you?
You see that shiny star over there?
That's Earth.
Tomorrow when we land, I'm not sure I'll be able to see it anymore.
That's what scares me.
You should have told me about it.
An astronaut who admits she's homesick?
No way.
When I was a kid, my father took me to see the stars.
All night long.
He had a telescope.
I loved to help him assemble it.
I didn't understand everything of course,
but he explained it, patiently.
And every night at sunset,
he showed me this tiny red dot on the horizon,
and he would say, "Mars is here".
It meant that we were going to start observing the rest of the sky.
That's a nice story.
I understand.
Who speaks first, you or me?
I'm still trying to understand how you were chosen for this mission.
I wasn't the first choice.
You shouldn't have been on the list at all,
even Basile is more sociable than you.
It's part of my job to stay in the background.
Like with Najac?
You really think she doesn't see it? That she's not hurt?
There hasn't been anything between them for a long time.
I think you just don't care. About anything.
What you don't understand is that I slept with him and not you.
You think you're so irresistible.
The truth is, you're upset.
Calculations of atmospheric entry trajectory completed.
Ready for shuttle separation.
In an hour we'll be having a picnic on Mars my friends.
If we make it in one piece.
Optimism, Gramat.
Warning: artificial gravity will stop upon separation
from the orbital ship Argos and our return shuttle Circé.
Yann, how's the ship?
All systems are go.
We have a window for atmospheric entry.
Separation in 5
Release!
What is it now? Irene?
The ship hasn't separated.
The unhooking system seems to be failing, Commander.
- Great start. - What does it mean?
Argos's engines are not strong enough to keep us in low orbit.
If we don't separate, we'll crash on Mars.
And burn a little too.
That's a problem, isn't it?
Shut up. We have to go out and unhook it manually
before atmospheric entry.
No, descent has already started.
If we do one more orbit, I'll have to fire up the engines.
- We need the fuel. - We don't have a fucking choice.
Alex, ready to go out?
No.
Alex, are you okay?
Commander, what are you doing?
I'm going out. Find an entry window after this orbit.
Commander, you can't go out. You know it's against protocol.
Non-negotiable. Try to keep the ship high enough.
I'll be right back.
We want to keep the ship high enough to make an extra round.
The use of Ulysse fuel to keep the ship in orbit
could compromise landing.
- It's not meant for that, Simon. - No shit.
Irene, how are the thrust calculations?
Calculations complete.
Airlock depressurization complete, Commander.
I'm ready.
Irene, how much time do I have?
You have three minutes to detach Ulysse
before atmospheric entry.
Tether yourself, please.
I don't have time.
Wait, Irene can you please zoom in on the landing site?
Fuck.
What now? Yann?
Shit...
It can't be...
There are suspended sand volutes around the landing site.
It looks like some kind of massive storm.
Just what we needed.
The hooks are stuck.
The structure deformed under duress.
You have one minute left, Commander.
Separation of Argos module in progress.
Martin, come back in. I don't want to land without you.
We're about to get out, I don't want it to...
Martin?
Answer me!
Commander, answer me.
Moving to weightlessness.
We can't leave him.
Simon, he has twelve hours of oxygen left. Can't we...
No, we don't have enough fuel.
Our only chance is to land now, if we don't...
You can't do this! Please!
We have no choice.
Preparing for descent.
I feel like the picnic is turning into a barbecue!
Battery failure. Power insufficient.
Switching off all systems.
Irene is going into safety mode.
What the hell Irene?
We only have enough power for manual controls.
Old school.
We'll have to time the thrusting.
I don't have a watch, Yann.
No but you have me. And we have just enough fuel for that.
Well, unless the storm makes us crash down.
We're in free fall!
Wait.
Keep waiting.
I can see the ground!
Thrust, go!
Shut the engines before touchdown!
We fell 20 meters.
No leaks. We're out of fuel.
We made it.
I don't mean to be a buzz kill, but I can't reboot Irene.
So without the on-board computer, no life support system.
And without the life support system,
we'll all be dead in 24 hours.
Welcome to Mars.
... sync and translation by captainlucie ...