with a head on each end!
And then suddenly the heads start talking.
And both of them go, "Are we there yet?"
- That's not funny.
- It's kinda funny.
It's not.
Two minutes to
dimension jump activation.
One minute to dimension jump activation.
All crew, enter dimensional
stabilisation units at this time.
Research says D-jump is great
for your sexual stamina.
- Hallelujah!
- You know, you're gonna get it!
I am?
Kaela.
- I need to talk to you.
- When we get there. Use mine.
- I'll use number four. Now.
- Why?
No time.
- Call it musical chairs.
- Be my guest!
30 seconds to dimension jump activation.
All crew, enter dimensional
stabilisation units at this time.
All crew, enter dimensional
stabilisation units at this time.
Final countdown. Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one.
Plasma acceleration.
Oh, I had you!
I definitely had you that time.
Oh, God, no.
Don't touch anything!
His skin's fused with polyglass.
Danika! Nanoscan kit, number three
laser scalpel, vascular cauteriser, stat!
He's still alive!
What's happening?
- Sweetie?
- Debris strike. Fuel reservoir breached.
- Hold him still!
- Benjamin! Bridge, now!
Ship has entered high-gravity field.
Severe fuel loss.
Gravity increasing.
Laser scalpel!
Cauteriser!
Status?
Controls active. Systems up.
- Prime main engine.
- Severe engine damage.
Extreme fuel loss.
Christ.
Blue giant.
That's gonna be ten times
the gravity of our sun.
We've jumped into a high-grav field right
in the path of that moon's debris cloud!
I can't isolate these veins
unless you keep this hatch shut!
Warning. Lunar impact in 57 seconds.
- Rate of descent?
- 98 metres per second.
Time to impact?
49 seconds.
- Recommend alternatives?
- Assessment...
Sweetie, get us out of here!
- The hatch is gonna open!
- The controls aren't responding!
- Alternatives, Sweetie!
- Unacceptable risk factor on all options.
- It's opening!
- Cut the power!
Now, dammit!
- It's not working!
- Close the hatch!
- Engage docking thrusters.
- Thrusters insuffiicient to escape...
Overriding computer. Going manual.
No! We need Sweetie!
What are you doing?
Buying us some time!
Firing docking thrusters.
Kill me.
Please.
- How d'you know how much fuel to use?
- I'm guessing.
- I can't keep it shut much longer.
- Don't kill him!
Please.
Don't kill him.
Oh, God.
Clean this place up.
- Sweetie.
- Do you need me back now, Nick?
- What's our status?
- Fuel loss: 82%.
The dimension drive must recharge
in order to escape high solar gravity field.
- Time to recharge?
- 17 hours,
one minute.
- Flashpoint time based on fuel reserve?
- Solar incineration
in 17 hours, 12 minutes.
That leaves you
an 11-minute window, Nick.
Maintain orbit, six-second thrusts,
15-minute intervals.
I will maintain orbit.
Start broadcasting ID and position,
all coordinates.
See if you can contact the Titan.
This is Trans Soma rescue vessel
Nightingale 229 hailing TSMO Titan 37.
Captain Marley?
This is Trans Soma
medical rescue vessel Nightingale 229
hailing Trans Soma
mining operation Titan 37.
Repeat: this is Trans Soma
medical rescue vessel
Nightingale 229 hailing Trans Soma
mining operation Titan 37.
Oh. Did I wake you?
I thought you might be reading or...
Anyway, I managed to bring on board
a fairly good bottle of pear brandy,
and I thought,
in the spirit of friendship,
maybe we could share a glass.
It's...
- It's all right. We'll...
- Lemme see the bottle.
How do you think they get that in there?
They put the bottles on the branches
so that the buds are inside
and the pears grow right in them.
Then, when they're ripe,
they pick the bottles,
pour in the brandy and...
Of course, the real question is
how the hell you get it out.
Rook to E7.
Congratulations, Benjamin.
Your strategy was
both subtle and forceful.
You can play with me whenever you want.
Permission to have a child?
I've been trying to get