We're at the face.

- You're trying to tell us that that's a face? - That's the face.

It's the face. It's real.

""Oh, I'm-a-good-sport""grins on his face?

The noise from the face. It's not a signature.

Darling, face it. Some couples dance. Some go to Mars.

It's a self-portrait of whatever species created the face.

- Blast off! - Guys, guys, please, wait! Please!

We're millions of miles from Earth inside a giant white face.

Nobody else could have pulled this off. Nobody else.

- What? - Sixty-three minutes after Mars Recovery went off-line.

Will it accept the input so we can transmit a completed signal back to the face?

Does he have one of those "This-wasn't-in- my-mission-plan" looks on his face? Yeah.

Okay, I'm on a path to overshoot. I'm gonna take the edge off.

There's not enough rocket fuel in the world to get those egos off the ground.

And you're running out of time. You gotta get back to the ERV and you gotta get off this planet.

Four, three, two, one, zero.

Ignition.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!

This is very risky stuff here, and I'm a highly trained professional astronaut.