REED: The Captain said they'd be mapping this
asteroid field, but I can't see head nor tails of them.
TUCKER: Maybe it's another asteroid field.
REED: No, this is the one. Two primaries, seventeen planetesimals.
(Tucker is examining a circuit with a laser.)
TUCKER: Well, they weren't expecting
us back for three days. Maybe they finished and went off to do
REED: Well, with our sensor array down, we won't know when they get
back until we see them. Any luck with the comm?
TUCKER: Dead as a doornail. I don't understand it.
REED: Well, no doubt you'll have your boys take this pod apart piece by
piece once it's back in the launch bay.
TUCKER: I'd feel a lot more comfortable having everything in working
order by the time Enterprise gets back.
REED: Well, tinker all you like. I've got a copy of Ulysses here. I
doubt I'll even be halfway through it by the time the ship gets back.
TUCKER: I'd rather realign every micro-circuit on this shuttle than try
to wade through that baby.
REED: British schools have a core curriculum. It serves to provide a
well-rounded education. Sometimes I think you North Americans read
nothing but comic books and those ridiculous science fiction novels.
TUCKER: I'll have you know that Superman was laced with metaphor.
Subtext layered on subtext.
REED: Oh, if only Doctor Cochrane had been a European. The Vulcans
would have been far less reticent to help us. But, no, he had to be
from Montana. He probably spent his nights reading about cowboys and
TUCKER: Well, I don't recall any Europeans figuring out how to build a
(Reed is looking out the main window.)
TUCKER: No Brits, no Italians, no Serbo-Croatians.
REED: Commander. I think you'd better come and take a look at this.
(They are passing an asteroid with a big crash site on it.)
TUCKER: Bring us in closer.
REED: Is it a ship?
TUCKER: If the damn sensors were only working, we could. Bring us
around again. There. Slow down.
(The sight of a piece of metal with 01 on it brings a lump to their
ARCHER: Come in. How are the Tesnians doing?
HOSHI: Dr. Phlox can only keep twelve of them in the Decon chamber at a
ARCHER: What about the other, what is it, twenty two?
HOSHI: He's rotating them. They seem to be doing fine on our atmosphere
but they need at least six hours of boron gas a day. He says we've got
enough to get them home.
ARCHER: Have you learned their language?
HOSHI: Yes, sir.
ARCHER: What do they have to say?
HOSHI: They're pretty rattled. Most of them have been on that ship for
years. It's a lot to digest they lost everything.
ARCHER: They're alive. Does the Captain have any idea what happened?
HOSHI: No, and he feels terrible about the damage to Enterprise. He has
no idea what went wrong. When they approached our docking port they
lost control of their sensor array, and then a few seconds later their
navigation system went out.
ARCHER: Thank God their escape pods were working.
HOSHI: I saw the wreckage on the asteroid. There wasn't much left.
ARCHER: Archer to Mayweather. What's our ETA?
TRAVIS [OC]: We should reach Tesnia in about twenty hours, sir.
ARCHER: Good work. That should get us back to our rendezvous
co-ordinates well before Trip and Malcolm get there. Let's drop out of
warp for a few minutes. I want to inspect the damage to the launch
TRAVIS: Aye, sir.
(Smaller and rounder than a shuttlepod, with no
wings for atmosphere flight.)
ARCHER: Who's in charge of Engineering while Trip's away?
T'POL: Lieutenant Hess.
ARCHER: Tell her to get a team working on a new starboard door for
launch bay two.
(They glide underneath the gaping hole and twisted
metal where the launch door used to be.)
ARCHER: Everything else check out all
T'POL: Astrometrics detected what could be micro-singularities in the
vicinity of the asteroid field.
ARCHER: Micro-singularities are a Vulcan myth. There's no scientific
evidence that they exist.
T'POL: Our deflectors registered some unusual charged particles at the
same time the Tesnian ship began to malfunction.
ARCHER: Any similar damage on Enterprise?
T'POL: No, but our hull plating was polarised.
ARCHER: Micro-singularities. If the Vulcans had their way they'd blame
them for the common cold.
TUCKER: How about the lifeboats? They could have
launched the lifeboats before the crash.
REED: They'd be here. They only go three hundred kph. They'd be right
here waiting for us to return.
TUCKER: Are we sure there are no survivors?
REED: Commander, we have to figure out what we're going to do.
TUCKER: We can't just leave. That's Enterprise. At least we should find
the black boxes.
REED: With what? We have no radio. Nothing to pick up the beacons.
TUCKER: What's the range in our distress beacon?
REED: It's offline.
TUCKER: I'm talking about the portable one. The one in the away kit.
REED: Ten million kilometers, maybe twenty, but I highly doubt there'd
be a ship anywhere close to that.
TUCKER: We've only got ten days worth of breathable air. How far to
REED: At impulse? A lot more than ten days.
TUCKER: Well, if we could get close enough for it to pick up our
distress beacon it'd relay the signal back to Starfleet.
REED: I'm afraid the math doesn't work out, Commander. It's going to
take weeks, maybe months for our signal to reach Echo Three. By the
time Starfleet got a ship out here we'd be, we'd be long dead.
TUCKER: But at least they'd find us. They'd get their shuttlepod back,
a couple of well-preserved corpses.
TUCKER: Which way?
REED: Which way to what?
TUCKER: Echo Three. Which way to Echo Three?
REED: I told you, it's too far.
TUCKER: Do you know which direction it is or don't you?
REED: Navigation is down.
TUCKER: That's not what I asked you.
REED: You want me to guess?
TUCKER: You come from a long line of Navy men and you got a real good
memory. Look hard at those stars, find something that looks familiar
and tell me which way to go.
TUCKER: That's an order!
REED: I don't suppose you have a sextant handy.
TUCKER: I left it with my slide rule. (Reed sits in the pilot's seat)
REED: That blue giant, we may have gone by it. I'm not sure.
TUCKER: That's good enough for me. Take one more low pass over the
wreckage and then set a course.
(They swoop down over the 01 sign.)
you around, Captain.
REED: Personal log, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. November 9, 2151. By the
time anyone hears this, by anyone, I suppose I mean anyone human,
Commander Tucker and I will be long dead. It's my intention to recount
the events that led to the destruction of the Starship Enterprise and
to express my deepest feelings regarding my short but memorable service
TUCKER: Tell them I'd love to add my two cents, but I'm trying to get a
little work done.
(Reed rewinds a little.)
REED: [OC] short but memorable service with
(He resumes dictation.)
REED: In order to test the targeting scanners
on Shuttlepod one, Commander Tucker and I had to get at least twenty
thousand kilometres from Enterprise. During our third trial, we
experienced a brief but sizable jolt, and shortly thereafter realised
that our sensor array had gone offline.
TUCKER: This sensor array is more than offline. It's totally fried.
REED: (rewinds) that our sensor array had gone offline. (resumes) We
had no choice but to head back to the asteroid field where Enterprise
was involved in a mapping project. We found the ship destroyed, its
debris strewn across a square kilometre of one of the larger asteroids.
Had our sensors been working we certainly would have done everything
possible to determine the cause of the disaster, but as it was, with
only a short-range distress beacon and limited air, we had no
alternative but to set a course for Echo Three where someday this
vessel and eventually this log, will be found. May God have mercy on
TUCKER: Why don't you cut the crap and get back here and help me?
REED: What would you like me to do?
TUCKER: I don't know. You could hold this flashlight, or turn down the
heat. Whatever you want. I'm just getting a little tired of listening
to all your pessimism.
REED: If there's something you need me to do I would be more than happy
to comply, but I'm afraid pessimism is simply not an accurate
description of my log entry. I'm just being realistic, Commander.
TUCKER: We've got nine days. We're bound to find someone out here.
REED: At warp, perhaps, but at impulse?
TUCKER: Vulcans, Klingons, Suliban, Xyrillians, Andorians. God knows
who's going to be lurking around the next planet we run into.
REED: But that's just it, sir. At impulse, we're not likely to be
running into any planets. Not for at least six or seven years.
TUCKER: Then somebody can run into us. You ever think of that? Or see
us on their sensors. The possibilities are endless.
REED: I'll heat up some rations. Unless of course you'd rather wait
until we run into a vessel serving proper meals.
TUCKER: Rations will be fine.
(Reed takes a small box out of a cubby hole.)
REED: What are you in the
TUCKER: Depends. What are you serving?
(Reed reads the labels.)
REED: Veal marsala. Chilean sea bass. Moo Goo Gai Pan.
TUCKER: Any meat loaf?
REED: With gravy and mashed potatoes.
(Reed finds a bottle stashed in the cubby hole, too.)
REED: Kentucky bourbon.
TUCKER: Yeah, the Captain was planning to give that to somebody. Can't
remember who. Guess it's ours now.
(Reed puts the meals into the heater, and a couple of seconds later they
are eating hot food from plastic trays.)
TUCKER: What's that?
REED: The sea bass.
TUCKER: Any good?
REED: It's lovely. Thank you.
(Later again, Trip is trying to sleep but Reed is still doing
REED: Captain Archer claims you told him you weren't even aware that I
was serving on Enterprise. I find that difficult to believe,
considering I wrote you twice in the weeks prior to our departure. Now,
it is possible that you never received those letters. You were, I
believe, in the process of moving back to Malaysia at the time. But you
must have spoken to Aunt Sherry during that period, and I know she
received my letters. I would hate to go to my death thinking that
either of you felt I was trying to avoid
TUCKER: Malcolm! You've been at it for hours now. Don't you think it's
time to give it a rest?
REED: As I'm sure you must have heard that was my esteemed colleague,
Commander Charles Tucker. Mister Tucker doesn't share my belief that it
is essential to say what must be said, to leave a record, tie up loose
ends. Mister Tucker is labouring under the false hope that we are going
to be miraculously rescued before we both suffocate.
TUCKER: Mister and Mrs. Reed, I realise that you've just begun a period
of mourning and that I'll never get an answer to this question, but I
got to ask it anyway. Was Malcolm always this cynical?
REED: In a few days, when the reality of this situation actually begins
to sink in, you might very well decide you want to record some logs of
your own. You have my word, I will not interrupt you.
TUCKER: I just need to get some sleep, Malcolm! Is that so hard to
REED: We have less than nine days of oxygen left. It seems a waste to
use it up sleeping.
TUCKER: If I don't waste some oxygen sleeping, I'm going to start
getting real cranky, and you don't want to spend your last nine days
cooped up with me when I'm cranky. So turn that thing off and get some
REED: We're back.
PHLOX: Lie still, Lieutenant.
REED: What happened? How did we?
ARCHER: You're a very brave man, Malcolm. Commander Tucker's going to
be fine, thanks to you.
REED: I'm afraid I don't understand.
PHLOX: Get some rest. There will be plenty of time to explain what
happened in the morning. (the two men leave)
T'POL: How are you feeling?
REED: I'd feel a lot better if I knew what was going on.
T'POL: Captain Archer would be quite annoyed with me if I told you of
your heroics. I believe he's looking forward to doing that himself in
T'POL: I had no idea you could be so selfless in the face of such
danger. Most males of your species would have given in to their fear.
REED: Well, since you're obviously not going to tell me what happened I
suppose a simple good night will have to do.
T'POL: Vulcans can never ignore courage.
(She sits on the bed and takes his
T'POL: And this Vulcan will never ignore Lieutenant Malcolm Reed again.
REED: I can't say I've ever ignored you, T'Pol. Is it all right if I
call you T'Pol?
T'POL: Yes. May I call you Malcolm?
REED: I suppose so. But, if the truth be known, I've never much cared
for the name Malcolm. Always seemed a bit too stuffy.
T'POL: I think it's a lovely name. Mol-Kom is the Vulcan word for
REED: Well, then, perhaps I won't change it. Pity, though. I was rather
growing fond of the name Stinky. I can't believe you just did that.
T'POL: Did what?
REED: You smiled. I saw you smile.
T'POL: Vulcans don't smile.
REED: This one does. I saw you.
(T'Pol leans closer and closer.)
T'POL You're mistaken.
REED: It was when I said Stinky, wasn't it? You smiled when I said
Stinky. Good morning, Stinky. It's a lovely day,` isn't it, Stinky?
(She laughs gently and then they almost kiss when a whistle sound goes
REED: What's that?
TUCKER: I got the receiver working but the
transmitter's a lost cause. Who's Stinky?
REED: (sitting up) I beg your pardon?
TUCKER: You were talking in your sleep. You kept calling for some guy
REED: You repaired the receiver. What is that? Is it a ship?
TUCKER: You know, the range is very limited. It's probably just white
noise. The sound of the galaxy laughing at us.
(the shuttlepod is hit, and shakes about)
REED: What the hell was that?
TUCKER: I don't know, but it felt a little like whatever knocked out
the sensor array.
REED: We're losing atmosphere. Pressure's down eight percent.
TUCKER: Help me. We've got to find the hole.
REED: Without sensors it's not going to be easy to locate the breach.
TUCKER: Then use your ears.
REED: Pressure's down twenty two percent.
TUCKER: The damn hole's too small.
REED: Where is it?
(Tucker rips open a ceiling panel.)
REED: What are you
TUCKER: It's nitrogen for the coolant tanks. Just give me a few
(He fills the pod with opaque gas.)
TUCKER: Now let's find that leak.
(Reed spots where the gas is being sucked out.)
REED: I got it. It's over
TUCKER: There's another one down here. Put your finger on it until we
can figure out what to do.
REED: We've got some valve sealant in storage bin three.
TUCKER: Have we got anything a little closer?
REED: Do you mind passing your meat loaf?
(The two food trays still have remains in them.)
REED: I assume you've finished with it.
(Trip uses his feet to get the
tray off the bench and push it over to Reed, who puts his boot into the
mash and then uses it to block first his tiny hole and then the other
TUCKER: And you came close to criticising my choice of cuisine.
Obviously, whatever hit us went clear through the pod.
(Reed checks a readout.)
REED: I'm afraid it did more than just puncture
the cabin, Commander. On it's way out it was kind enough to rupture one
of the O2 cylinders.
TUCKER: Great. How much closer to oblivion are we?
REED: We've got less than two days of air left.
(Later, replacing the mash with proper sealant)
REED: The skin of this pod is designed to deflect a meteor five times
the size of this hole.
TUCKER: In that case, I'd guess it wasn't a meteor. I wonder if
something like it destroyed Enterprise.
REED: We'll never know.
TUCKER: Always the optimist.
REED: We have forty hours of air left. What do you expect me to do, sit
here and plan my wedding?
TUCKER: I'm confident there'll be a Charles Tucker the fourth one day.
REED: Then maybe it's your wedding we should be planning. That's
assuming we can find you a bride in the next day and a half. Any
TUCKER: There was a little bar in Mill Valley where all the Starfleet
trainees used to go.
REED: The 602 Club.
TUCKER: You know it?
REED: I was there more times than I can remember.
TUCKER: I met the girl of my dreams my first Friday night there. She
was the one. There's no doubt about it. We had it all figured out.
Where we'd live, how many kids we'd have. Ah, Ruby. Whatever happened
REED: Ruby? You don't mean the waitress Ruby?
TUCKER: You knew Ruby?
REED: I knew her more times than I can remember.
REED: Seems we have more in common than we thought.
TUCKER: Yeah. (checks readout) Would another half day be worth freezing
your butt off?
REED: What are you talking about?
TUCKER: If we lower the thermostat in here to about minus-five
centigrade, we should be able to use that power to enhance the
efficiency of the atmosphere recyclers.
REED: Our last two and a half days freezing versus our last two days
toasty warm. What a delightful choice.
TUCKER: I'd pick freezing. Another half day's another half day.
REED: Freezing it is then.
(He hangs up a mirror.)
TUCKER: And just what are you doing?
REED: An officer at his best is always well-groomed.
(And starts shaving.)
TUCKER: Nice to see you're developing a more positive attitude.
REED: Actually, I was thinking about what our corpses would look like
when they're eventually found. With no air in the pod, we should remain
in fairly good condition.
TUCKER: Charming, but you're forgetting one thing, Malcolm.
REED: What's that?
TUCKER: If I remember my honours biology course correctly, your hair
and nails keep growing for quite a while after you're dead. I'm pretty
sure that includes your beard.
(Reed turns off the shaver. By the way, that is false. It just that the skin shrinks slightly, creating that illusion.)
ARCHER: Come in.
T'POL: I've analyzed the scans we took of the Tesnian ship right before
it crashed. I believe they were hit by a micro-singularity.
ARCHER: You still chasing gremlins?
T'POL: This is no myth, Captain. Three of the singularities also hit
Enterprise. They collided with our hull plating here, here and here.
ARCHER: You're telling me these are tiny black holes?
T'POL: They were. The dispersal pattern suggests they dissipated on
impact. This could be a significant discovery, Captain. If we could get
quantum sensor readings of the three impact points, we could
authenticate our findings.
ARCHER: I'd be a little less concerned with winning the Nobel Prize
right now and a little more concerned with Trip and Malcolm. Their
shuttlepod doesn't have the hull plating we do. They could be in for a
rough ride when they get back to the asteroid field. Better hail them.
Agree to a new rendezvous point.
T'POL: I never intended to suggest that our crewmembers were less
important than a scientific discovery. Even one of this historic
ARCHER: Time's a-wasting.
(It's now minus 5C, baseball caps are firmly on
and jackets zipped up to the chin.)
REED: My dearest Deborah. By this time I'm certain you've learned of
the tragedy that befell the starship Enterprise. You've also
undoubtedly learned that my colleague, Commander Charles Tucker, and I
did manage to survive for a few days after the accident. It's during
that brief time that I've chosen to correspond with you. Although our
relationship was short-lived, and at times tumultuous, I can't help but
picture your beautiful smile. It gives me great comfort. Think of me
from time to time. Cordially, Malcolm.
(There is static on the comm.)
REED: A ship?
TUCKER: It's a little more modulated than the last one, but it could be
just a random gamma-ray burst.
REED: My dearest Rochelle. By this time I'm certain you've learned of
TUCKER: Wouldn't it be easier just to record one message and then add
the Dear Whoever afterward? This is your fifth or sixth identical
REED: That's not true. There have been subtle differences. I would
never refer to Rochelle as having a beautiful smile. With her, it was
TUCKER: Travis and Hoshi couldn't have been more than twenty four or
twenty five years old.
REED: If the Captain were here with us now I wonder if he'd feel guilty
about bringing them on this mission.
TUCKER: Not for a minute. They died doing what they loved.
REED: I don't remember Hoshi loving much about being in deep space.
TUCKER: She was coming along. She saved our asses on more than one
occasion. I plan on letting her family know just how essential she was.
REED: Sounds to me like you do have some letters to record.
TUCKER: I'll wait to tell them in person.
REED: You know, your treacly optimism is beginning to get just a little
TUCKER: Unlike your heartfelt letters of farewell to half the girls in
REED: At least I'm capable of accepting our fate. We're going to be
dead in about thirty three33 hours. Whether our beards continue to grow
or not is of no concern to me. We will be dead! And unless some ship
happens to cross our path, our bearded bodies will be discovered in
about three or four years. Is that optimistic enough for you?
TUCKER: What's your problem with having a little hope?
REED: What's your problem with facing the truth?
TUCKER: You're a regular grim reaper, Malcolm. Anyone ever tell you
that? Well, if this little trip is a death sentence, then it would seem
to me we're entitled to a last meal. What'll it be? I'm afraid our
selection is somewhat limited.
REED: I'm not hungry.
(Tucker gets out the bourbon.)
TUCKER: Well, then how about a drink?
REED: I don't drink on duty.
TUCKER: Are you serious? We're dead men, remember? What's the matter,
Lieutenant? Are you afraid the autopsy will show your blood-alcohol
level was too high to pilot a shuttle? (
Tucker gets out glasses and pours two
TUCKER: Live a little. That's an order.
(He raises a floor panel into a low
table, gets something out from underneath, puts a wick in it and lights
REED: Do you really think that's going to provide any heat?
TUCKER: The bourbon'll provide the heat. The candle's just for mood. To
the brave men and women of the starship Enterprise.
REED: You know that's going to consume oxygen, don't you?
TUCKER: We'll probably be dead five or six minutes earlier than we
would have been. I can live with that. Anyway, it seems to me as far as
you're concerned, the sooner the better.
REED: Is that really how you see me? The eternal pessimist? The grim
reaper? I don't want to die. What makes you think I want to die?
TUCKER: Because ever since we saw Enterprise spread across that
asteroid, you've done nothing but write your own obituary.
REED: I lost nearly everyone I cared about on that ship. Those girls I
talked about. Rochelle, Deborah, Catelin. None of them worked out
because I could never get very close to them. Never got very close to
my family either, for that matter, not that it's any business of yours.
But with the crew of the Enterprise, it was different. I was really
starting to feel comfortable with them, and now the only one that's
left thinks I'm the bloody angel of death.
(Tucker blows out candle.)
TUCKER: All of a sudden, five or six more minutes
sounds kind of nice.
(Three quarters of a bottle later, speech is slurred and thermal
blankets are wrapped around bodies.)
REED: Does that sound modulated enough for you?
REED: The radio. Or is it just the galaxy giggling at us again?
TUCKER: It can giggle all it wants, but the galaxy's not getting any of
REED: You know, it's funny. I was just beginning to think that Captain
Archer was invincible, you know? Just serving on the same starship as
him made me feel safe for some reason. He had a knack for getting us
out of trouble, didn't he.
TUCKER: Yeah, he's always been that way. When I first taught him to
dive, it really got on my nerves. He'd come down to the Keys at least
once a month, and whatever it was I was teaching him, he'd get it the
first time. Did you ever try clearing your mask?
REED: Clear my mask?
TUCKER: Everybody's got to do it before they get certified. You go down
and the instructor fills your mask with water, and you have to clear it
by blowing out through your nose. Nobody likes to do it.
REED: The Captain?
TUCKER: Got it the first time. Filled it with water a second time just
so he could clear it again. I took him on a night dive once into some
caves I'd been to a hundred times before, and for some reason I got a
little lost. So what does Archer do? He swims ahead of me and finds a
REED: I can't imagine why you'd have a problem with that.
TUCKER: I was the instructor. I'd been diving all my life. Then big
Mister Starfleet comes down and does everything faster and better than
I could. That's when I decided to introduce him to old Waldo.
REED: And who was that?
TUCKER: A green moray. It's said he's thirty years old. Must've been
two and a half metres long. So I took the Captain into Waldo's hole.
Told him there was some beautiful starfish inside, and he reached in.
Damned if old Waldo didn't take hold of his forearm.
REED: A moray eel? Are you out of your mind.
(Reed is still drinking.)
TUCKER: I was breaking just about every rule in the book, but he was
wearing titanium mesh. I figures the worst thing that could happen
would be that Waldo would scare him a little. He deserved to have the
piss taken out of him.
TUCKER: No such luck. He pulled Waldo clear out of the hole. I don't
think I'd ever seen that eel's tail before. He found some pressure
point under it's lower jaw, right about here. Waldo just let go. Went
back down his hole.
REED: That must have been the last time the Captain ever went diving
TUCKER: That's the thing. He found it all funnier than I did. He took
me out to dinner that night. Steaks, lobsters, Kentucky bourbon.
REED: Hey, what do you think of T'Pol, hmm? Do you
think she's pretty?
TUCKER: T'Pol? Are you serious?
REED: Well, she's a woman, you know? I think she's pretty.
TUCKER: You've had too much to drink.
REED: Don't tell me you've never looked at her, you know, in that way.
TUCKER: Nah, she's a Vulcan.
REED: Well, I think she's pretty.
TUCKER: Oh, God.
REED: You ever noticed her bum?
REED: Her bum. She's got an awfully nice bum.
TUCKER: To Sub-Commander T'Pol.
REED: Awfully nice!
(The comm. crackles again.)
REED: It's probably nothing,
(Tucker scrambles into the pilot's seat.)
TUCKER: It's definitely not nothing.
REED: Well then, that means it's something. What is it? Well, is it
something or someone, because if it's someone
TUCKER: Definitely someone.
REED: We have no way to respond, do we. This is like the plane flying
over the desert island in a lost-at-sea movie.
REED: Sorry. Happy endings. I must think happy endings.
HOSHI [OC}: Shuttlepod one, this is Enterprise. Please respond.
TUCKER: That's Hoshi!
HOSHI [OC]: Transmitting new co-ordinates.
TUCKER: That's impossible!
REED: Don't be so pessimistic. It's not impossible. It's Hoshi. They're
okay. Enterprise is okay. It's Hoshi!
HOSHI [OC]: Adjust your heading to the new coordinates. We will
rendezvous in two days. Commander and Lieutenant, please respond.
REED: Rendezvous. What a beautiful word. What's wrong?
TUCKER: They're still two days away.
REED: And we only have a little more than one day's air left.
TUCKER: And no way to tell them to get here sooner.
(Later, and the pair have lost a lot of their body heat thanks to the
TUCKER: Are you sure you got the coordinates right?
REED: Yes, not that it matters.
REED: They're probably travelling at what, warp two, warp three?
Compared to them, we're like a garden snail. Where we go and how fast
we get there is irrelevant.
TUCKER: If I purge the CO2 filters it'll give us a little more air.
REED: How much? An hour's worth?
TUCKER: Probably less.
REED: Great. So when they reach us in two days we'll have been out of
air for eleven hours. You ever try holding your breath for eleven
TUCKER: A train leaves New York at three a.m. heading west, while
another leaves Chicago at four thirty heading east. I never could
figure those out.
REED: Enterprise is going to wonder why we haven't responded, right?
Maybe they'll be concerned and increase their speed.
TUCKER: Maybe, but if we really want to get them to go to high warp
we're going to have to attract their attention. Something a little more
dramatic than not answering their hails.
REED: Can they see us on their sensors?
TUCKER: Two days away at warp three? Oh, they can see us, maybe not too
clearly, but we should be a nice little blip on T'Pol's viewer.
REED: Then we've got to get that blip to tell them to pick up a little
steam. What if we fired our weapons?
TUCKER: They're nearly a quarter of a light year away. Our plasma
cannons have a range of less than ten kilometres. It would all still
look like a single blip. It's going to take a lot more than that.
REED: What if we jettison the impulse drive?
TUCKER: What good would that do?
REED: Well, you could rig a self-destruct. I imagine that would make
quite an explosion. Maybe even big enough to make that blip do
TUCKER: No, I can't blow up our engine. We'd be adrift, dead in space.
REED: What's the difference between that and travelling at a snail's
TUCKER: I'm an engineer. I won't blow up our only engine.
REED: Then I'll ask you again. Ever hold your breath for eleven hours?
TUCKER: I think I have some micro-detonators in here somewhere.
(The engine module is jettisoned then exploded, creating a small
REED: How does it feel to be slower than a snail?
TUCKER: I saw a great cartoon once. There were these two snails sitting
on the back of a big old turtle and one snail turns to the other and
says 'Hold on, Fred. Here we go'.
(Later again, as the pod spins gently in space, the two men are
shivering and shaking with cold.)
TUCKER: If I'm right, I get the rest of the bourbon.
REED: Fine. Less than twelve hours, you win. More than twelve and it's
mine. Go check the pressure gauge.
TUCKER: You check it. I don't think I can move my legs.
(Reed rubs frost off the monitor.)
REED: I can't believe we've been
sitting here that long.
TUCKER: Come on, let's hear it. How much air's left?
REED: Ten hours.
TUCKER: That's probably the last bet I'll ever make, and I won. I
should feel like celebrating, shouldn't I?
REED: The whiskey's yours. Now, why don't you give us a toast before
you drink it?
TUCKER: Ten hours for two men. If there were only one of
us he'd have twenty hours, wouldn't he?
REED: Great idea. Why don't you climb up into the airlock and seal
TUCKER: That's just what I was thinking.
REED: Any last words you want me to pass along?
(Tucker is trying to get some feeling back into his legs.)
Captain Archer that it was one hell of an honour serving with him.
(Tucker opens the inner airlock.)
REED: What are you doing?
TUCKER: We don't know whether or not they saw our little display of
pyrotechnics, but either way this'll double your chances.
(Tucker climbs up.)
REED: You're crazy. Now get down from there!
TUCKER: Sit down, Lieutenant.
REED: If anyone should go up in there, it should be me. You're the
TUCKER: I'm also in charge of deciding who's going into this airlock.
Do I make myself clear?
(Reed points a phase pistol at Tucker.)
TUCKER: What are you going to do? Kill me?
REED: It's set to stun. I don't want to use it, but I will.
TUCKER: Put it down!
REED: Go to hell!
(Tucker comes back down.)
TUCKER: Stop trying to be a hero. It doesn't suit
REED: What would you know about being a hero? It takes nothing but a
coward to crawl up inside a hole to die.
TUCKER: Then go ahead and shoot me, but you better hope we don't make
it, because if we survive the first thing I'm going to do is bust your
ass back to Crewman Second Class for insubordination.
REED: Be my guest. I could use a little less responsibility. Now, get
TUCKER: Who the hell do you think you are?
REED: Your Armoury Officer, and perhaps your friend.
TUCKER: Friends don't shoot each other!
REED: You know, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure you use up a lot
more oxygen when you shout like that!
TUCKER: So what are you saying? That you'd rather have Enterprise find
the two of us dead in here?
REED: That's exactly what I'm saying. If there's one chance in a
thousand that they saw our impulse drive explode, that they increased
their speed, I'll take that chance. I've invested far too much time
trying to figure you out, Mister Tucker. I'm not about to accept that
it was all for nothing.
REED: We're back. How did?
ARCHER: Easy, Malcolm. You fellows had a nice little bout with
REED: The Commander.
ARCHER: He's going to be fine.
PHLOX: It took nearly three hours go get your body temperatures back to
REED: You must have seen the explosion.
ARCHER: Hard to miss. You know, you guys only had two or three hours of
REED: You don't say. We saw debris from Enterprise on one of the
asteroids. We assumed, we thought you were all.
ARCHER: I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Right now, the
Doctor needs to warm you up a few degrees.
REED: Isn't there something you're supposed to say to me?
T'POL: About what?
REED: Heroics. Something about heroics.
T'POL: Good night, Lieutenant.
(Tucker is out cold.)
REED: Mind if I call you Trip? Sleep well, my