track
of up to four enemy fighters.
No, it takes balls,
big balls...
not ovaries, to maintain
four enemy fighters...
and that's a fact, Jack.
All right, watch this.
Con. Con. This is Delta Two
requesting permission to land.
RADIO: Delta Two,
you're clear to land.
Delta Two, you're coming in
too hot. Abort. I repeat, abort.
Delta Two. Do you copy?
Shit!
Delta Two, you are inverted!
MARSHALL: Hoo hoo! Not anymore.
MAN: Aaahhh!
Now, what were you saying?
RADIO: Delta One!
Whoo!
MARSHALL: What are you people
lookin' at?
Carry on about your business.
Nothin' to see here,
ladies and gentlemen.
Whoo! Oh, now,
that was a sweet three-sixty.
Actually, that was a five-forty.
Did you just do that
to impress me?
I'm just trying to redirect
some of that testosterone.
You're a total...
maniac.
Todd "Maniac" Marshall
at your service...ma'am!
Ha ha ha ha!
Ohh, shit.
[Intercom buzzes]
[Buzz]
OBUTU: You're needed
on the bridge, Captain.
WILSON: I'll be right there.
You don't want to be here
right now.
FORBES: Just for you, sir.
DEVEREAUX: Trying to bribe me?
FORBES: No.
No. Um...
thanks, Angel.
The flight boss would've
brought us up on charges...
if you hadn't said something.
Yeah. Yeah, what the hell
were you thinking?
Look, I wasn't.
[Chuckles]
Not with my head, anyway.
You're one of my best pilots.
I cannot afford to lose you.
I was just...
showing off a bit
in front of Maniac.
Maniac?
[Chuckles]
Lieutenant Marshall.
He has a new call sign.
I see.
Well, I hope it felt very good.
Better...than...
sex.
Bullshit.
Better than sex with myself.
[Both laugh]
You just see that
it never happens again.
[Opera music playing]
[Door opens]
BLAIR: Sir? Can I talk to you?
TAGGART: Yeah.
Go ahead.
BLAIR: My whole life...
I've taken crap
because I'm part Pilgrim.
And I don't know why.
Sit down.
You're one of the last
descendants of a dying race.
Pilgrims were the first human
space explorers and settlers.
For five centuries...
they defied the odds.
They embraced space...
and for that,
they were rewarded...
with the gift of a flawless
sense of direction.
They could feel
magnetic fields...
created by
quasars and black holes...
created by
quasars and black holes...
negotiate singularities...
navigate not just the stars,
but space-time itself.
Like a Navcom A.I.?
TAGGART: No, no.
You've got it backwards.
The billions of calculations
each second...
necessary to lead us through
a black hole or a quasar...
is the Navcom recreation
of the mind of a single Pilgrim.
Then why'd the war start?
[Sighs]
You spend so much time
out here alone...
you end up losing your humanity.
When Pilgrims began to lose
touch with their heritage...
they saw themselves
as superior to men.
And in their arrogance...
they chose to abandon
all things human...
and follow what they called
their "destiny."
Some say they believed
they were gods.
You believe they were gods?
No.
But I do believe
they were touched by God.
And like it or not...
you've got some of that
inside you.
I have to get to the bridge.
We'll be jumping soon.
I want you to be there.
MAN: This thing's
eating suns for breakfast.
Let's go.
MAN ON LEFT:
What the hell are we doing here?
HUNTER:
You know what we're not doing.
FORBES: Turning around.
P.A.: This is the captain.
Prepare for a level-five
jump-point interphase.
Secure all stations.
COMPUTER:
Attention. Attention.
Course error.
Adjust course immediately.
Steady as she goes.
COMPUTER:
Captain, the ship is headed...
into the PNR zone
of a class-two pulsar.
One minute until
gravitational pull is 100%.
What about it, Mr. Taggart?
The readings are wrong.
The sensors are not calibrated
to the pulsar.
They've already been warped
by the gravitational fields.
COMPUTER: Captain, I must insist
we change course immediately.
TAGGART: No!
Manual override!
Forget you,
artificial intelligence...
or we're all dead.