Well, my dad was a farmer.

Um, like everybody else back then.

Of course, he didn't start that way.

Computer says you're too tight.

- Nah, I got this. - Crossing the Straights.

- Shutting it down, Cooper. - No!

- Shutting it all down. - No, I need power up!

Dad?

Sorry, Murph. Go back to bed.

- I thought you were the ghost. - No.

There are no such things as ghosts, babe.

Grandpa says you can get ghosts.

Maybe that's because Grandpa's close to being one himself. Back to bed.

Were you dreaming about the crash?

Get your butt back in bed, Murph. Heh.

The wheat had died.

Not you and me. But people.

A civilization that's evolved past the four dimensions we know.

What happens now?

Mr. Cooper.