There's been a breach.
We've gotta get everyone out of the bay.
- Go, go, go, go, go. - Susan, no!
Susan, Susan. No. No, no, no, no.
- Trent! - Please. I gotta try! I gotta try.
No one told us what happened to the ship.
We don't know.
We carry roughly a four-week's supply onboard.
We believe the water recycling unit can be retrofitted to work here,
We just have to repurpose it.
I demand to hear from Captain Lester.
- Where's the Captain? - She's dead.
We lost them all in the incident.
The three of us standing before you are the highest
ranking officers left on this ship.
No one can find out about us.
Oxygen depletion alert.
I need you.
- Shh. You're wasting oxygen. - I love you.
I'm so sorry.
- I can't fix it. - Why can't you fix it?
Because I'm not Jasper Dades.
I've been to a lot of places. Met a lot of people there.
I believe her name was Denise.
Don't go any closer.
Then how are we supposed to investigate what hit us?
See what you can see from there first,
- then tether to the CETA spur. - Roger that.
Moving to CETA spur position. Lane, you take right.
Scholnick, you take left.
Good RET.
RET good.
Uh, there is nothing left of any of these cryopod bays.
Just twisted burnt mess.
Any meteor chunks, ice, or something like that?
I know what to look for, Sharon.
I'm reading stress separation on the wheel support trusses.
- I don't see anything. - Shit. I do.
Guys, the starboard truss is cracking. Detach now.
Move, move!
Get out of there, Lane.
Lane!
I've got you, pal. I've got you.
Scholnick, give me a hand.
- Brice, status. - Scholnick.
I've lost life readings on Scholnick.
Oh, my God.
- Damn it. How's Lane? - I've got him.
He's non-responsive. He's taken a nasty conk to the head,
but his helmet seems to have held integrity.
I've got life signs on him. Pulse 45, pulse ox 84,
but his BP is dangerously low.
Get him to the airlock. I'll meet you there.
Dr. Kabir, meet me at airlock 23, stat.
- I broke my promise. - What promise?
I told Scholnick's wife I'd keep him safe.
I'm here for my post-cryo physical like you asked, Dr. Kabir.
Oh, my God. Lieutenant Lane, are you okay?
Oh, I'm fine. I'd be even better if the doc would just let me go.
You're not fine. You have a head wound and a concussion.
Ouch!
I had a concussion once,
when I was eight. Worst part was my mom had to keep waking me up like...
Uh, doc, I've been waiting three hours.
Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm a little backed up, as you can see.
Yeah, but people feel like they'll pass out from the heat.
Can we at least get some air in here?
Sorry, we had to channel the energy from the climate control
to the bioshelter.
Food takes priority over comfort right now.
So you're the girl who took over life support?
Yeah, that's me.
Why are you wasting your time in here?
You look pretty healthy to me.
Well, I had an appointment to get checked.
Look around you, girl.
Everyone's burning up, starving, and dying of thirst.
And you're over here chatting up the doc?
Well, I mean, I can't magically produce food or water we don't have.
You know what people are saying?
People are saying that you murdered that guy who had a job before you
- so you could get a better job. - What?
I mean, I don't even know I'd be considered for the job,
- so that makes absolutely no sense. - Please wait over there.
Can you believe that?
There are so many crazy rumors flying around.
- Yeah, I've heard them all. - I mean, nutso stuff.
People were saying that we were attacked, which is crazy.
We're the furthest out anyone's ever been. Who could attack us?
It was obviously some kind of meteor shower
or some other natural occurrence.
And you know what else people are saying?
That it was some kind of sabotage by the same person...
Please shut up!
You okay, doc?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper.
All the other doctors died in the event,
and I'm left to deal with all these injured people
and checking everyone for post-hibernation problems...
Have you rested at all?
Since we came out of hibernation, no. How can I?
How can you not? You're only human.
Look, lock all the doors, don't let anyone in,
and get some sleep. That's an order.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have duties myself.
Uh, you need to stay here for observation.
And you need to get some sleep.
Lane, how you doing?
I'll live. How's the ship?
Yeah, I mean, only one cross member was affected.
There's five more redundant struts, so the structure's holding.
So it's just bad luck that it chose to give way while we were out there?
Yeah, particularly bad luck for Scholnick.
- He was a good guy. - Yeah. Yeah, he was.
You were at his wedding, weren't you?
It feels a lifetime ago.
You know, I actually introduced him to his wife Kayley.
After she dumped my ass.
Of course you went out with Scholnick's wife before he even did.
I bet you gave quite the wedding speech.
Oh, no. No, no, no. I was not allowed to make a speech.
You know, I do wonder if any of them are still alive back home.
Hey, let's just focus on the people here on this ship.
They're asking even more questions after Scholnick's death.
Rumor mill's going crazy. Was it sabotage?
Did the same person who killed Jasper sabotage the ship?
- We've gotta tell them something. - Yeah, well,
unfortunately right now all we can tell them is...
we just don't know.
- Whoa there! - Sorry. I didn't mean to.
Hey, you're the girl who took over life support.
Yes, but I can't do anything about the water or the...
Hey, no, they gave me your old job.
Waste management, so thanks for that.
Sorry. I didn't mean to saddle you with it.
No, no. Hey!
I mean it. Thanks. I needed a job.
I used to work the cryopod bay, so that job's kind of gone.
And, look, I wanna contribute somehow, you know?
Even if it means dealing with people's shit.
You know you're supposed to take the fecal matter to Angus, right?
He uses it as fertilizer.
You're also responsible for the gray water and the urine.
Yes, yes, of course. I don't want to forget the urine.
Hey, urine's important. It's 95% water.
- Do you know that? - No, I did not know that.
I have so much to learn.
Well, the other 5% is sodium,
potassium, creatinine, and chloride.
The only part we throw away is the urea.
Sorry. Too much information.
No, no, no. It's okay. You know a lot.
I mean, where are you from anyway? The great island of human waste?
Cincinnati by way of London, by way of New Africa, by way of Amsterdam.
That's why people can never figure out my accent, which is...
- You were joking. - Yep.
Sorry, I have a tendency to be very literal.
It's okay. It's okay.
Anyway, I'd happy to show you around down there.
It's really fascinating once you get into it.
I can't ever see getting into it like you.
But, hey, who knows?
You seem really into it, so maybe that'll rub off on me.
I'll do my best to rub off on you.
I mean, um, I have to go...
"I'll do my best to rub off on you"?
What does that even mean?
As we release these souls to their final resting places,
into the peaceful calm of space,
let anyone who wishes to remain and bear witness do so.
Everyone else, feel free to pay your last respects
and go about your business.
- I love you. - Harris!
Stop! Stop!
Dumping human remains in space is a waste of valuable resources
when we could put them in the NOR drum.
That's genius. You wanna compost the remains in the NOR.
Uh, sorry, NOR?
Natural Organic Reduction drum.
It's an accelerated composting mechanism.
We have one onboard to use on the planet when we get there, but...
I took it out of storage and fired it up to compost what little waste we have.
Of course you did.
Personally, I think cannibalism is sacrilege.
Cannibalism? Who's talking about cannibalism?
We'd be making food for the plants.
- Which we would then eat. - Yeah.
I'm with Mr. Strickland. Even thinking about this makes me feel sick.
Eject the bodies into space. That's an order.
That's a huge mistake.
The laws of conservation state we need use everything
- at our disposal to survive. - Why is she here?
She's on the council since Brice put her in charge of life support.
Why did you do that?
Because she's really frigging smart.
- Thank you. - I already gave an order.
What happened to not taking unilateral action?
Isn't that what you accused me of?
Shouldn't we think about what people who died would want?
Harris worked in my department,
and...
I think he would want to continue to contribute to the mission's success.
Isn't this a way for him to do so?
Okay.
- We'll vote. - I already gave an order.
All of in favor of Angus's plan, raise your hand.
Opposed?
Okay, that decides that.
Take the remains to Angus' machine.
You had no right to override me.
I didn't. I called a vote.
Now we have bigger fish to fry.
Oh, man, what I wouldn't give
for an actual fish to fry right about now.
We need to get the engines back up to near light speed or
we won't reach Prox B before a one-year journey turns to ten.
Plus, there's a murderer onboard, and we still have no idea what hit us.
People seemed particularly freaked out by that last one.
Well, then maybe you should go back to figuring that out
instead of just sitting here complaining
- about who's in charge. - Go to hell.
Good. That went well.
- Spence! Spence, hold on. - What?
Look, Lane, I know you don't like Garnet
telling you what to do, right?
But she's not wrong.
We need to find out what hit us.
I mean, you said yourself, people are coming up with all kinds of
crazy explanations.
Are you not all suspicious of Garnet?
What do you mean?
Do we even know who she is?
She didn't train with the rest of us.
None of us had even heard of her until we stepped foot on this ship.
So I'm very proud to be the commanding officer of the first ark.
Now I'd like to introduce to you the person
you civilians will be interfacing with,
Lieutenant Commander Susan Ingram.
While we are on this ship, you will be under.
Global Space Administration jurisdiction.
Of course, we will only be conscious for a week before we go into cryo.
But in that time, I look forward
to getting to know each and every one of you.
And now, I am truly excited to patch us in
with the man who designed this wonderful spacecraft.
In fact, he designed the entire Ark Program.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. William Trust.
Hello, I'm William Trust.
I wish I could be there with you in person for this historic moment,
but, alas, I'm busy preparing the other arks for their future journeys.
We hope to send as many as 20 arks just like this one, full of people...
I thought Trust got fired from his own company because he went crazy.
Most geniuses are a little crazy.
My life's work has always been about
making life better for mankind.
If it weren't for him, none of us would be here.
I guess.
But he went from genius savior of mankind
to a guy with a god complex.
He shouldn't be speaking for the mission anymore.
...between the GSA and Trust Industries,
you get to be the first to go on the biggest adventure in human history.
And in doing so, you may just find us a new home.
That will be all. Prepare for departure.
I am so excited for this wonderful adventure,
and I promise you all I will continue to dutifully record my Catgrams
as I've always done on Earth
right up until we go into stasis.
They tell me after five years of cryo,
I won't have aged a day.
How wonderful is that?
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll see you on your holos and screens...
...assuming there's anyone left alive on Earth to receive them.
It's Lane, yeah.
- This is Trent and... - Trent.
At ease. Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
the new addition to your cohort.
This is Lieutenant Sharon Garnet.
So happy to meet you, gentlemen.
I hope you will introduce me around once we get underway.
Of course. Looking forward to it.
Let me introduce you to some of the other officers.
Susan.
You know anything about this?
- What do you mean? - Well, Lieutenant Garnet.
She just arrived today, didn't train with any of us. What's her story?
All I know is she was assigned here last minute by someone high up.
Okay, you do have a point.
I do kind of wonder who put her on the ship.
What are you doing?
I'm just gonna have a lie down.
This is my quarters.
There are only two officers quarters.
Why?
Well, because
we weren't meant to come out of cryo until we reached Prox B.
The sleep quarters are for the skeleton crew left onboard
after we go to the surface. Only two officers.
Oh, I know, I know.
I know all that. I mean, why do you get this one?
Because Garnet took the captain's quarters, so I should get this one.
- Oh. Why exactly? - Because...
Good question.
I mean, why does she get the captain's quarters?
Because she's quite clearly taken the role of acting Captain
despite your protests.
How about this?
At the next council meeting, the three of us will draw straws
to see who gets the rooms.
Yeah, good luck with that.
What the...
What are you doing?
You startled me.
I was just checking the entrance logs
to see who came in here last, but they've been wiped.
I wonder who could've done that.
Are you accusing me?
Everyone's a suspect until they're not, which is why you shouldn't be
poking your nose around in here.
Come on, Felix. You know I didn't murder this guy.
Do I?
- I didn't murder Jasper Dades. - His name was Malcolm Perry.
Whatever his name was, I had no reason to kill him.
Just the same, this is my investigation.
I suggest you stay out of it.
You're right. I apologize.
I will steer clear.
Thank you.
But let me know if you need any help with anything, Felix.
You can start by telling me who has clearance high enough
to wipe the logs on a security pad.
Anyone with 1C clearance.
And who has 1C clearance, Sharon?
Eva Markovic, Lieutenant Lane, Lieutenant Brice, and me.
Oh!
No. No!
It took me too long to find a shutoff valve to stop it.
- We lost a lot of water. - How much did we lose?
Uh, I don't know. My guess would be more than 100 gallons.
100 gallons? That was our drinking water.
I'm sorry. It's my fault.
If I hadn't insisted on the stupid bioshelter garden...
We wouldn't have any water or food.
You couldn't have anticipated any of this.
Okay, can we recover any of the spilt water?
Uh, maybe some of it, if Eva can get the water reclamation
unit working again.
Did you ask her how long that would take?
- Well, I couldn't find her to ask. - Wait, you couldn't find her?
Garnet to Eva Markovic.
Markovic?
Where the hell is she?
Eva?
Eva Markovic?
Eva, there's been a water spill, and we need your expertise.
Oh, boy.
Are you okay?
Dr. Brandice, I could use a little help here.
Me? Oh, um, I'm not sure I'll be any help.
Try.
What's wrong?
I think there was something between her and that man from her department
who died in the oxygen crisis. I think his name was Harris.
Oh, Harris, yes.
I met him on intake.
He seemed like a wonderful guy. Handsome, too.
Uh, where did you meet him?
Come on. Don't you want to tell me about your man?
Must've been hard to have cared so much for a man and have to keep it secret.
It must be even more difficult to lose someone so special to you
and to keep your grief bottled up inside because you don't wanna get in trouble.
Oh, you want me to...
Eva, no one is gonna give you a hard time about that relationship.
No.
At this point we're all just trying to survive.
As far as I'm concerned, that rule never existed,
and it's stupid that it even did exist.
- Kalemegdan Park. - Pardon!
That's where I met Harris.
Kalemegdan Park in Belgrade.
We both used to go there to feed the birds.
- Before the birds were gone. - I've been there.
Yeah. Beautiful park.
What a romantic place to meet.
Was Harris a romantic?
Yeah, he was sweet.
So here's what I want you to do, Eva.
I want you to only think of the good times with Harris.
Don't let your mind drift to anything sad.
Do you think you can do that?
And we need you to work on the water reclam...
Take some time with those happy memories.
Get a hold of yourself enough to do what the lieutenant here
wants you to do.
And then after you do it,
come tell me all the happy stories you can think of with that handsome man.
There. Rewind a bit.
Yeah, that must be where it hit us.
But the camera wasn't damaged. It's still working out there.
There has to be a way to see what it saw.
My best guess is that whatever did this triggered an EM pulse
which shut down the cameras. Because look.
They came back online sometime after the hit.
If that's the case, there's no way to recover the video
- because it never recorded. - Any progress?
Afraid not.
Lieutenant Lane, do you mind if we ask you some questions?
About what?
Where were you at 1600 ship time the day of the murder?
Why?
That's when that imposter was murdered.
What? And you think one of us did it?
Lieutenant Brice was with me at that time. I cannot rule you out.
Me and about 150 other people on this ship.
The entry log in the keypad to the room where he was killed
would have told me who entered the room, but the log was wiped.
And?
And you're one of only four people who had access codes high enough
to wipe the information. So where were you at that time?
I don't have to answer any of your questions.
I outrank you.
I'm not in the GSA. You have no rank over me.
Uh, just for future reference,
Lane's not really the type to find the whole.
"You're not the boss of me" argument particularly endearing.
You have to stop blaming yourself.
I mean, you couldn't have anticipated a water coupling would blow.
- Did you build it? - One of Eva's techs did.
Then if anything, it's his fault.
It doesn't much matter whose fault it is.
We're gonna run out of water in about three days,
and die of thirst in about a week.
What the heck kind of knife is this?
That's a hunting knife.
My dad used to hunt when there was still game to hunt back home.
That blade is made to kill and skin an animal.
- Why do you have it? - It's not mine.
It must have come out of the pipe.
Which means someone must have dumped it
in one of the water tanks where they have hatch access.
Then it flowed through the water,
got lodged there, and bam.
Oh, my gosh. You don't think...
you don't think this is the murder weapon?
We have to get this water reclamation unit working.
Stark, check the pressure on valve 42J.
Novak, report on intake two and four.
- You okay, boss? - No. Not really.
Eva, I know about you and Harris.
I'm not blind. None of us are.
And we will all understand if you take some time...
I don't have time to take.
If we don't get this thing up and running, we all die of thirst.
Eva, you need to grieve. I can handle this.
Can you? So why is it not up and running already?
Well, we're working on it.
I appreciate your concern, Sasha. I do.
But you're not qualified to fix it.
Neither are you.
Everyone who was qualified is dead.
I'm next in line.
And no offense, but I'm the most up to date to this ship's engineering.
So help or get out of way.
Garnet. A word.
Just make sure you're on top of that.
What's up?
Just keeping you apprised. I'm doing another EVA.
What? Why?
To figure out what the hell hit us. Why else?
A man died last time, and you're lucky you even made it back alive.
- It's too dangerous. - What?
Look, we need to know what hit us.
Send someone else.
You're too important. You're our only navigator.
- Fine, I'll go. - You already have a concussion.
- Send Leighton. - What? No. No, no, no.
I'm not sending someone else to do something I wouldn't do myself.
I'm not dragging anyone with me and risk having another person lost.
But you're fine with it being you who's lost.
- Please don't do this. - Is that an order?
Call it whatever you want. Just don't do it.
- Give me your word. - Fine.
You're doing it, right?
Oh, yeah. Soon as shift changes.
Mind?
So was that knife I found the murder weapon?
Could you get fingerprints off it? DNA?
It's not like we have a crime lab on board.
Right, sorry. Of course not.
- But, yes, it is the murder weapon. - How do you know?
Hook blade matches the shape of the wound on the victim's throat.
I checked the manifest. There are no knives
with this blade shape that are supposed to be onboard.
So someone smuggled it on?
Doesn't that mean it was premeditated?
I don't know.
Why should you get any water, huh?
Because I'm thirsty.
It's your fault we lost most of it. You and your stupid farm.
Please. Give it back.
Give it back.
- Make me. - If you insist.
Break it up!
Thanks.
I say we lock them all up before they cause more trouble.
Are you going to lock me up, too? I threw the second punch.
Where would we put them anyways? We don't have a brig.
The only prisoner we ever had, we locked in a storage closet.
Which didn't go so well for him.
Besides,
this is an all hands on deck situation. We need everyone doing their jobs.
We can't risk them making trouble. It would be chaos.
Look, we're all on edge, sleep deprived, hungry, thirsty.
This kind of behavior is only a symptom.
We need to address the cause.
And how do you suggest we do that?
There you are.
Glad to see one of us getting some rest.
Yes. Sleep is so important.
Skin tone, hair shininess, whiter eyes. You should get some sleep.
Will it help me save this ship and everybody on it?
Feeling a little self-important are we?
- Dr. Brandice... - It's Cat to my friends.
I get the feeling you need a friend.
I don't know if you've noticed but
the crew is starting to lose it on this ship.
We just had a near riot in the mess hall.
People have been fighting all over this ship,
and you're in here getting your beauty rest?
What should I be doing?
I'm officially naming you head of ship wide mental health.
You can start having sessions with anyone who needs.
Whoa. Oh, uh, hold on.
Um, I'm flattered, but I'm certainly not qualified for that.
I'm on board to be the celebrity face of the mission.
In case you missed it, this ship isn't exactly camera ready.
I need you in a new role.
Look, I was a TV relationship specialist.
I talked about sex and who's doing who and how often.
And you've published how many books?
Self-help books. You could write those. A five-year-old could.
I'm not qualified. I wouldn't even know where to start.
I saw you talk Eva off a ledge. You're good.
- Yes. - That?
I was winging it. I lied.
No idea who her boyfriend was. Never been to that park.
Well, keep winging it. You're good at it.
And if I refuse?
Look, we both know the real reason you're on this ship
is because you knew people in high places. Well, the highest placed
person you know now is me, and I'm telling you
you're gonna carry your weight around here one way or another.
I could reassign you to a position
in waste management if you'd prefer.
Gross.
Fine. I'll do it.
And from what I'm seeing here, you'll be my first patient.
Oh, you have no idea.
But if I'm going to do this,
there are a few things I'll need.
Keep an eye on that support structure.
I'm not worried about it.
The only damaged part is already broke off.
Just keep an eye on it anyway. I'm monitoring stress stability here.
So far, it all looks fine.
All right, target reached.
You know, this doesn't look like an impact pattern.
Most of the steel is melted, like it touched the sun.
There's some kind of crystal thing wedged in there.
I see a few of them. They look like diamonds.
What the hell?
Aye, they look like diamonds.
Checking compressive strength.
Oh, that can't be good.
- Get back to the airlock. - It's melting my glove.
Get back here now before it breaches your EMU.
Lane, the glove's fingers are nearly off!
Brice, cinch the wrist, keep the rest of the EMU sealed.
- Your skin will freeze. - I'm coming in hot!
- Seal the wrist! - I'm pressurizing now.
Oh, no! Don't... don't get too close!
Damn it!
I hate it when Garnet's right.
You've got substantial frostbite
and you've lost most of the first three layers of dermis.
But it should grow back good as new.
You sure none of that stuff is still on me?
No sign of it.
Any idea what could've caused this, doc? Some kind of acid?
No clue. I haven't seen anything like that.
Whatever it was, it must not react with human skin,
or I imagine Lieutenant Brice wouldn't have any left.
You gave me your word you wouldn't perform an EVA.
I lied.
We were just trying to give the crew some of the answers they deserved.
And did you get any answers for them?
- Well, unfortunately not yet. - But you know what you did do?
You showed them just how out of control their leadership is.
If we can't respect each other, trust each other, if we can't work together...
...then why should they trust us to make sure they survive out here?
Now...
I don't know about you, but I'm going on 52 hours without sleep.
- Same. - Aye, me, too.
Only 52? Must be nice.
Lack of sleep is probably contributing to our bad attitudes.
I suggest we get some rest.
Well, I won't fight you on that.
You should give one of the shifts a sleep break too.
Attention, all hands.
This is Lieutenant Garnet speaking for Lieutenant Lane
and Lieutenant Brice as well.
We just wanted to say how proud we are of this crew
and how hard you have all worked.
Things are stabilized for now so
crew shifts one and two, take leave, get five hours of rest,
and then we will trade shifts.
We'll convene in the ready room in five hours.
That okay with everyone?
I can't. I have patients.
- Some of us are shift one. - Keep working.
We're all hot and exhausted and thirsty.
You'll be a lot more thirsty if we don't get the system working
to reclaim some of the lost water from the floors in the bioshelter,
toilet water, gray water, and make it all drinkable.
If we get it up to 90% of capacity,
it buys us at least a few weeks,
which beats the hell out of running out of water in two days.
Yeah, okay. You're right.
Good. Now release the pressure on valve 2A.
Since you're wounded,
- I'll let you take the bed. - I'll take the floor.
Ah, you're the one with the head injury.
Just take the damn bed.
Oh, you are a gentleman and a scholar, my friend.
Are you two handsome men here for a session?
We're here to grab some shut eye.
What are you doing here?
Well, if you're not here for a session, then
I'm sorry, but you'll have to go.
Who told you you could move in here?
Commander Garnet.
- Of course. - It's Lieutenant Garnet.
She asked me to conduct therapy sessions with the crew, and I told her
I would need a private room in which to do so.
Well, she didn't have the authority to give you this room.
Well, nonetheless, I'm here.
So if you wish to spend time in this room,
I suggest you make an appointment for a session.
I'll take you two separately or both at once.
I bet you will.
Hey, hey.
Do you mind, James?
They only gave me five hours to sleep.
I'm sorry, Jelena. Could you maybe move over and share your bunk?
I won't take much room.
- No funny business? - No. No, no, no, no, no.
Look, I just... I really need to sleep.
You can have mine, Lieutenant.
Oh, no. That's okay. You need sleep, too.
No, it's no problem. I'll sleep in the bioshelter.
Huh.
Thanks, kid.
- How's the pressure? - Eight PSI.
- A little low, but in range. - Let's crank it up.
Fingers crossed.
30 PSI. 35.
37 and holding.
Can we get it up any more?
I don't think so.
I wish you would've taken the cryopod next to mine like I asked.
'Cause right about now I could really use some council
from someone who understands my situation.
Central council to Cent-Com, please, as soon as possible.
- How's your hand? - It's all right. I'll live.
Thanks you all for coming.
Hope I didn't pull you from anything important.
I was dreaming I was having a nice cold bath.
Yeah, mine was a swim in a pool.
What's this about, Eva?
We got the water reclamation system working again.
- Good! - Don't get too excited.
The best we could do is 62% efficiency.
Why do I get the feeling that's not enough?
I reclaimed all the water from hydroponics, waste water, gray water.
I even drained the coolant system.
With all that, I bought us one, maybe two days of drinking water.
So that means we only have four days of water left.
Unbelievable.
One damn knife dumped in a water tank is going to kill us all.
- How do you know that? - What?
I haven't told anyone where the blade was introduced to the water system.
How do you know?
When you said you shut down the coolant system,
did you mean the engine coolant system?
- Yes. - We're dead in the water.
What the hell were you thinking?
I was thinking we can continue to run the engines
even though we have nowhere to go
or we can have an extra couple of days of drinking water.
So you chose more days of life.