Pinbacker: At the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here... but stardust.
Capa: So if you wake up one morning and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it. Okay, I'm signing out.
Cassie: Only dream I ever have... is it the surface of the sun? Everytime I shut my eyes... it's always the same.
Icarus: Capa. You are dying. All crew are dying.
Capa: We know we're dying. As long as we can live long enough to deliver the payload we're ok with it.
Icarus: Capa; warning, you will not live long enough to deliver the payload.
Capa: Please clarify.
Icarus: Twelve hours before crew will be unable perform complex tasks. Fourteen hours before crew will be unable to perform basic tasks. Sixteen hours until death. Journey time to delivery point, 19 hours.
Capa: That's impossible. Corazon was certain we have remaining oxygen to keep four crew alive.
Icarus: Affirmative. 4 crew could potentially survive on current reserves.
Capa: Trey is dead. There are only four crew members. Four crew: Mace, Cassie, Corazon and me.
Icarus: Five crew members.
Capa: Icarus... who is the fifth crew member?
Capa: Where is the fifth crew member?
Icarus: In the Observation Room.
Cassie: Are you scared?
Capa: When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first -and then a spark, will pop into existance, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space and then, it will split into two, and those will split again, and again, and again... detonation beyond all imaging - the big bang on a small scale. - a new star born out of a dying one... I think it will be beautiful... No, i'm not scared
Cassie: ...I am.
Searle: Kaneda! What do you see? Kaneda! What do you see? Kaneda! *Kaneda!*
Capa: Our sun is dying. Mankind faces extinction. Seven years ago the Icarus project sent a mission to restart the sun but that mission was lost before it reached the star. Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of seven left earth frozen in a solar winter. Our payload a stellar bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island. Our purpose to create a star within a star.
Capa: Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb. My bomb. Welcome to the Icarus Two.
Pinbacker: For seven years I spoke with God. He told me to take us all to Heaven.
Kaneda: It's a two person job, fixing the shield. Harvey you're second in command, you're not coming.
Trey: I volunteer.
Mace: No! *I* volunteer...
Mace: I volunteer Capa.
Capa: [after long pause] ... alright...
Pinbacker: I am Pinbacker, Commander of the Icarus One. We have abandoned our mission. Our star is dying. All our science. All our hopes, our... our dreams, are foolish! In the face of this, we are dust, nothing more. Unto this dust, we return. When he chooses for us to die, it is not our place to challenge God.
Mace: Okay, that make sense to anyone?
Searle: It's invigorating. It's like... taking a shower in light. You lose yourself in it.
Corazon: Like a floatation tank?
Searle: Actually, no. More like... In psych tests on deep space, I ran a number of sensory deprivation trials, tested in total darkness, on floatation tanks - and the point about darkness is, you float in it. You and the darkness are distinct from each other because darkness is an absence of something, it's a vacuum. But total light envelops you. It becomes you. It's very strange... I recommend it.
Mace: What's strange, Searle, is that you're the psych officer on this ship and I'm clearly a lot saner than you are.
Trey: I'd need to look at all of the carefully, very carefully. But if I had to make a guess right now, I'd say we could adjust our trajectory. We could fly straight to them.
Mace: But we're not going to do that. Just to make it absolutely clear there's no way we're going to do that. Do I have to spell it out for you? We have a payload to deliver to the heart of our nearest star. We are delivering that payload cause that star is dying and if it dies, we die, everything dies. So that is our mission, there is nothing, literally nothing more important than completing our mission. End of story.
Capa: By the time you get this message, I'll be in the dead zone. It came a little sooner than we thought, but this means you won't be able to send a message back. So, I just wanted to let you know that I don't need the message because I know everything you wanna say. Just remember it takes eight minutes for light to travel from sun to Earth, which means you'll know we've succeeded about eight minutes after we deliver the payload. All you have to do is look out for a little extra brightness in the sky. So if you wake up one morning and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it. Okay, I'm signing out and I'll see you in a couple years.
Cassie: Kaneda, Searle, report to flight deck... We have an excess of manliness breaking out in the comms centre.
Mace: Were screwed... one of us isn't anyway.
Harvey: What happened?
Mace: The airlock's destroyed. There's only one suit. Capa's taking it.
Harvey: ...Why Capa?
Mace: Because the rest of us are lower priority.
Harvey: I'm Not A Low Priority.
Mace: You're a comms officer on a ship that has no means of communication.
Harvey: I am the captain!, The mission needs a captain to hold it together.
Mace: When the Icarus Two was broken apart from Icarus One, there's something we weren't thinking about. The computer was down. The airlock was decoupled manually.
Corazon: I was on the flight deck with Cassie the whole time.
Capa: And I was with Mace and Searle in the observation room.
Mace: And I think we can all... assume it wasn't Harvey. That leaves one possibility.
Capa: But why would Trey do it? He blames everything on himself, he sleeps twenty-three hours a day, he's clinically depressed... Why'd he do it?
Mace: We don't know, but we can't discard it as a possibility.
Corazon: And there's something else.
[slides forward a piece of paper]
Corazon: With Searle and Harvey gone, we lost two breathers. We have enough oxygen for four crew to make it to the payload delivery point.
Capa: So we'll do it.
Mace: I'll do it. I'm not passing any bucks.
Corazon: Well, then...
Mace: We'll vote this time. Unanimous decision required.
Mace: Well, you know where I stand.
Corazon: [draws back the piece of paper] And me.
Capa: What are you asking? That we weigh the life of one man versus the future of all mankind?
Capa: Kill him.
Mace: [looks at Cassie] Cassie...
Cassie: [a tear slides down her face] No.
Cassie: I know the argument. I know the logic. You're saying you need my vote. I'm saying you can't have it.
Mace: [long pause]
Mace: Sorry, Cassie...
Cassie: [crying] Oh God... Make it easy for him. Somehow.
Mace: We should split up.
Harvey: I'm not sure that's such a good idea...
Mace: You're probably right. We might get picked off one at a time by aliens.
Searle: Prescription, two hours in the Earth Room. And get a haircut.
Searle: There is something on board the Icarus I that may be worth the detour. As you pointed out, Mace, we have a payload to deliver. *A* payload, singular. Now, everything about the delivery and effectiveness of that payload in entirely theoretical. Simply put, we don't know if it's gonna work. But what we do know is this: If we had two bombs, we'd have two chances.
Capa: You're assuming we'd be able to pilot Icarus I.
Kaneda: Which is assuming that whatever stopped them wasn't a fault or damage to the spacecraft.
Mace: That's a lot of assumptions.
Cassie: You make it easy for him, somehow. Find a kindness.
Pinbacker: Are you an angel? Has the time come? I've been waiting so long.
Capa: It's the problem right there. Between the boosters and the gravity of the sun the velocity of the payload will get so great that space and time will become smeared together and everything will distort. Everything will be unquantifiable.
Kaneda: You have to come down on one side or the other. I need a decision.
Capa: It's not a decision, it's a guess. It's like flipping a coin and asking me to decide whether it will be heads or tails.
Capa: Heads... We harvested all Earth's resources to make this payload. This is humanity's last chance... our last, best hope... Searle's argument is sound. Two last chances are better than one.
Searle: Everything about the delivery and effectiveness of that payload is entirely theoretical.
Cassie: We have an excess of manliness in the comm center right now.
Searle: Icarus, how close is this to full brightness?
Icarus: At this distance of 36 million miles, you are observing the sun at two percent of full brightness.
Searle: Two percent? Can you show me four percent?
Icarus: Four percent would result in irreversible damage to your retinas.