leave this ship.
That's foolish.
We have to change course.
We're computer-locked, and the manual
navigational system is down.
Ted was right all along.
What will I do?
My career will be ruined.
What about the careers
of everyone on this ship?
The lawyers, the architects,
the dental hygienists?
Forget about them.
We have to think of ourselves.
What happened to the man I thought
I loved? I'm going to get Ted.
Don't come apart on me now.
I don't mean to sound forward -
I mean, I know I don't know you,
but I don't think that we're going
to live through this.
And I've never been with a man before.
I know that this isn't the right place.
Until we get through, our hands
are tied. We need plans.
I'm busy right through Friday.
- Stinson.
- But how about lunch Saturday?
Have you contacted the families
of those on board?
They're outside now, sir.
They're not too happy.
Try and calm them down.
For God's sake, be diplomatic.
Give them the lead!
Ted, listen to me.
We've lost the crew, and
Simon's turned to jelly.
Ted, we need you.
Elaine, you were right about me.
I folded up over Macho Grande,
and I folded up on the test flight.
I crack under pressure
just like they said.
You overcame your drinking problem.
I know you can overcome this.
It's no use, Elaine.
I just can't do it.
Ted, you were right about this ship.
I don't know how to say this, but
maybe in this topsy-turvy world,
they should take all the "sane"
people and lock them up
and let all the psychopaths out of
the asylums to run the world.
No... on second thoughts,
that's a bad idea.
What I'm trying to say is that I was
wrong and I hope you forgive me,
because we need you in
that cockpit now more than ever.
There's some banged-up
people back there.
I'll need some fresh sheets, gauze,
and all the Vaseline you have.
- Ted, please!
- Right now.
- Are you the nurse?
- Yes. Take this.
The washroom's just down
there on the right.
I don't mean to sound forward.
I mean, I know I don't know you,
but I don't think we're going
to live through this,
and I've never been with a man before.
I know this isn't the right place...
Simon, I...
This is mission control.
Do you read, Mayflower?
This is the Mayflower. Come in, anyone.
Now we're making some headway.
We read you, Mayflower.
Identify yourself.
Well, this is Elaine Dickenson.
I'm 5'8'', 123 pounds...
I have... brown hair, blue eyes.
I enjoy surfing, backgammon and
men who aren't afraid to cry.
Would somebody tell me what a woman
is doing in charge of that ship?
Maybe she's got her ship together.
But he smells so bad...
- Can I sit here, mister?
- Yeah, sure.
- Be careful with that.
- I will.
- Can I ask a question?
- What is it?
It's an interrogative statement
used to test knowledge.
But that's not important
right now, mister.
Is my dog Scraps going to make it?
I'm scared, mister.
Somebody has to do something.
Scraps is going to be fine, son.
You'll both be just fine.
Striker, you got to listen to me.
They forced me to cut corners.
- Get out of my way!
- You gotta help me...
- Elaine. You're all alone up here.
- Yes, I am.
- What's going on?
- There's no time to explain.
- I was wrong about you.
- We all make mistakes.
- I'll never make that mistake again.
- Forget about it.
We're not living in the past
or the present any more.
This is the future.
Don't worry.
Everything's going to be OK.
I love you, Ted.
Here it is. Elaine Dickenson,
ship's computer officer.
Jacobs, what have you got
on Elaine Dickenson?
I'm taller, a better dancer
and much more fun to be with.
Ted, I have the feeling
we've been through
this exact thing before.
Except this time I know
exactly what I'm doing.
You mean...?
That's right. We're at
the mercy of that computer.
Then these things are totally useless.
Mayflower 1 calling mission control.
Do you read me?
A man. That's more like it. ldentify
yourself and give me your position.