Capsule Page #4

On. And...

Landing bag off. Off. On.

Rear section brake-way bolts primed

and valve closed down.

F***. Oh Sh*t!

Oh! F***ing hell!

Harry, I just killed my last

chance to come home.

Harry?

I would have placed Hermes

in the wrong angle incener...

F***ing hell!

F***ing hell!

Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t!

Oh God! Jesus Christ!

Jesus! F***! What was that?

Hell! God!

Sh*t.

Come on. Come on!

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

Thats it! Thats it! Okay.

Okay. Okay. Come on.

What the f*** was that?

Wait a minute... wait a minute. Okay.

What the f*** is all that?

Oh! Sh*t. Sh*t.

You know what, Hermes?

I can tell by the flashing lights, somethings wrong.

You don't have to shriek at me with

that f***ing piercing noise as well!

The only purpose that would serve,

is me open the door and end it all. Alright?

What am I doing? What the f*** am I doing?

Find the problem and try fix.

So... so... that one didn't... do something.

No, that's not...

What do we have...?

The fuse.

Can you hear me?

Hold! Hold please!

Hold please! Don't go.

Can you hear us?

You copy?

I copy. Hello? Who is...? Who is that?

Please respond.

I can hear you. Can you hear me?

Fylingdales? Tyuratam?

This is Hermes. Come in. Harry?

Hermes, this is the United States calling.

Are we reaching you?

Hermes, please respond. This is the United States.

Are you receiving me?

United States?

Hermes, we were not sure if we could reach you.

I'm here. I copy. Who am I talking to?

What do I call you, Hermes? You have a name?

Yes, I have a name. Do you.

We've been following your course for sometime now.

You have given us all a surprise down here.

The boys at NASA have been calling us all day.

Give us the name and purpose of your mission.

No, you know the protocol.

Identify yourself. And your interest in me?

I am agent Mike Spann, CIA.

Hermes, We know you are experiencing problems.

We maybe be able to assist you.

Assist? Assist me how?

You gotta give me something first.

Name and mission Hermes.

Alright, well ah... I assumed that you would

have known I'm Commander Guy Taylor.

Everybody else seems to.

This is a planned British mission, and you probably

tell every thing's going according to plan.

And circumstances have got in

the way of us exploring our reach.

That reach has seemingly taken you

far off course, Taylor.

Look, I've lost contact with

my engineers at Fylingdales.

Anything you chaps down there,

can help me put in touch with them...

it will be a warm beer on me.

We'll try and do what we can. When we can.

When you...?

Can? I'm afraid I need assistance now.

The chaps at Fylingdales can answer any

questions about me and my mission.

Why you in such a hurry, Taylor?

Every minute I'm up here

is a minute far too long.

I'm running out of oxygen. I may not be

able to speak to you for too much longer.

And, ah...

Hermes is... well, damaged. I'm not sure how bad is it.

Did you say damaged? What's the damage?

How much do you have actually left?

I don't know what's damaged, exactly.

I can't get to all circuits.

I'm down to 6% oxygen.

So, for that, there's nothing.

And my port thrusters are damaged too.

I had minimal maneuverability.

So I can't maneuver, Hermes.

I may... may have drifted off course.

Now you are over U.S. territory.

Well... right now?

Yes it's possible. I really can't tell.

We understand you've been makin' new friends.

Why have you been talkin' to the Russians?

We have been monitoring their communications.

That you were and have been speakin' with the Russians.

No, they spoke to me.

Same difference.

I beg to differ.

They wanted to chase me out of their airspace.

Is that all they wanted?

You intercepted the transmissions. Translate it yourself.

As you'd expect, we are already working on that.

Perfect.

Why aren't you in contact with the British?

Are you a Commie, Taylor?

Been a few years since I hunted Commies.

A Commie?

Do I've to remind you,

that I am a British officer?

I am an ally.

I'm just trying to get back home.

And you were been helped by the Russians?

No, I wouldn't say "helped". No.

They were worse than useless.

Rather like you, now.

Well I don't like your line of questioning.

Look, Taylor.

We're clouded to actually

what your intentions are.

Especially since they have,

according to this...

you used to spy for us.

You were part of our inner circle.

We know everything about you, Taylor.

I've just been handed your file. And I have

a picture of you and you lovely wife here.

She is beautiful.

You worked for us spying over

Russia in '54, did you not?

You were handpicked as well.

You obviously have some skill in the air.

How do you find flying our RB45?

Nice aircraft, aren't they?

A bit heavy on the rudder though.

I haven't had as many hours as you.

According to your file on several occasions you flew over Russia

on photo reconnaissance sortie for us on operation Jiu Jitsu.

Our records indicate 16 times.

By my reckoning that's impressive you weren't shot down.

No. What I did for you guys in 1954, is long over.

In any word, my superiors ordered me to because your

pilots didn't want to risk their own bloody asses!

You sure understand, Taylor, why we are a little

concerned by you talking to the Russians.

You seem to make it a habit of talking

to anybody but your people.

Are you fraternizing with the enemy?

What!? No!

We are at war, Mr.Taylor!

No, we're not.

No one is at war with anyone.

Certainly not me, up here.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Do you read the paper there over in England?

We are all at war with the Russians!

How can we trust you my man?

Your mission is still unclear to us.

I would be inclined to suggest,

that your intentions towards the United States...

could be considered as hostile.

And therefore, will be treated as such.

Hostile? You pulling my leg?

Pulling your what now?

Hostile act is the last thing on my mind.

I just want to get home.

But I just need to know how to first.

Now that's my intention.

I promise you, that's my only intention.

Did you share these intentions with the Russians?

Forget about the f***ing Russians!

Have you made contact with Fylingdales?

I'm not at liberty to discuss communication.

What... even with my own people?

It's getting bloody cold in here.

Why would that be?

I had to sacrifice by heaters

to get back control.

I see. Then it'll get real cold real quick.

Agent Spann?

I need you to help me.

I am down to 5% oxygen. If that malfunctions,

I don't know how long that would last.

If you don't, I most likely

crash land in your back garden.

Was that meant as a threat, Taylor?

No! Of course not. Don't be bloody paranoid.

It's no a threat. Just...

It's a reality that would come true if...

if I don't initiate re-entry procedure

and get back in touch with Fylingdales.

We would have hoped that Britain would

have shared this information with us.

For crying out loud, you launched a man into space!

Oh well! You can't always get what you want, can you?

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