Marooned

- He's not sleeping.

The trend shows definite fatigue.

- Is he still losing weight?

- Down 16 pounds.

The quality of the solar spectral film's

been very poor.

- Well, you're not gonna see any more.

- Why not?

Take a look at this.

Tired and he's making mistakes.

You want to try living in a tin can

for five months?

- What else?

- We got this yesterday.

Some further degradations

to our CS system:

We've lost a backup coolant

loop in the oil thruster.

Oh, yeah.

The washing machine is out.

I was doing some preventative

maintenance on it. I shorted it out.

I also discovered some computation

errors in the telescope settings.

I guess that accounts for the poor

quality in the solar spectral pictures.

I...

I've fixed the razor.

So we can go back to shaving

again now.

And I'm sleeping better.

I guess we're all getting

our second wind.

And if the hardware holds up, I guess

we can make it right to the end.

I know I can.

I think they've done a hell of a job.

Bring them down.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Wheeler, get everyone on the net

in mission control.

This is mission control, Houston.

The crew of Ironman One has closed

down the S- 4B space laboratory...

...in which they've worked, lived, slept

and eaten for the last five months.

Their Apollo spacecraft

has separated from the lab...

...and at this time, the automatic

sequence of retrofire is about to begin.

Ten, nine, eight...

...seven, six, five, four...

...three, two, one, retrofire.

The spacecraft should be

starting its descent across Australia...

...towards the splash point

in the Pacific...

...some 400 miles

south of Midway Island.

They are waiting now for confirmation

of retrofire. Standing by for contact.

Ironman One, Ironman One, this is

Houston CapCom, do you read?

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