Mr. Tuvok, Mr. Tuvok!
I was supposed to accompany you on security rounds this morning.
Did you forget?
I was not aware that we had a definite appointment.
I'm sure it was definite.
Well, maybe not completely definite.
That is, I'd expressed my desire
to "Iearn the ropes," as it were,
and I have completed my study of starship security protocols.
I think you'II find that I'm fully qualified
to serve in the capacity of a Starfleet security officer.
Junior grade, of course.
If you will recall, Mr. Neelix,
I did not guarantee you a position.
But Captain Janeway is always saying
that Voyager is a ship of opportunity.
That is true, but opportunities for promotion
on a starship must be earned.
I've been working hard at this.
I really do feel
I have a great deal to contribute to Voyager
beyond my current role.
Your dedication is duly noted, Mr. Neelix.
Now, if you'II excuse me, I am due on the Bridge.
I'II see you first thing tomorrow morning
for security rounds.
Ensign Vorik.
Get me a duotronic probe.
I'm having trouble regulating the plasma flow.
May I suggest a gravitic caliper instead?
You might find it a more precise instrument.
Good idea, but bring me both.
Good morning, B'EIanna.
You missed my special KIingon breakfast buffet.
I'm sorry, Neelix, but a bowl of cold gagh
is not my idea of how to start a morning.
Well, you're not alone.
None of the crew seemed
especially enthusiastic about it.
Um, what's the problem with...
the plasma injectors?
I've been getting myself up to speed
on Federation warp propulsion.
The plasma flow in the manifold seems to be constricted.
Ah! Have you thought of phase-Iocking them
to the dilithium matrix?
That was the first thing I did.
Oh.
I really am interested
in Iearning more about engineering systems,
maybe even volunteering for a few duty shifts.
In fact, I have a couple of questions
about the impulse response filters...
Neelix, Neelix,
this really isn't a good time.
I understand, Lieutenant.
Sorry.
I'II just, uh, watch for a while if you don't mind.
Here are the tools, sir.
I also had a question about the transporter buffers...
Mr. Neelix, please report to the Bridge.
On my way, Captain.
Neelix, we seem to be approaching
some kind of interstellar dust clouds.
Can you tell us anything about them?
They Iook rather ominous to me.
I believe this is a region of space
known as the Nekrit Expanse.
What can you tell us about this Expanse, Mr. Neelix?
It's a vast territory.
No one knows much about it.
Those plasma storms might be a problem for navigation.
Full sensor scan, Tuvok.
Aye, Captain.
Can we plot a course around it?
That might be advisable.
I don't believe so.
It's thousands of Iight-years wide.
Then we'II have to go through it.
Looks Iike we'II be counting
on your knowledge of the Delta Quadrant
even more than usual, Neelix.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm at your command, as always.
Will there be any planets where we can take on supplies?
There is a station near the border...
a kind of supply depot for mining and trading ships.
I suggest we stop there for provisions
before we go into the Nekrit Expanse.
What are the coordinates?
Uh, Iet's see.
It's actually been a while...
I have the station on sensors, Captain.
3.4 Iight-years away,
heading 071 mark 17.
You heard him, Tom.
On our way.
We're being hailed, Captain.
On screen.
I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway
of the Federation Starship Voyager
Bahrat, manager of this station.
What can I do for you?
Your station is a trading outpost, isn't it?
I'd Iike permission to come aboard
to negotiate for supplies.
Granted,
but understand that any transaction
you negotiate on this station is subject to my approval.
I receive a 20 percent commission on all trade.
Your whereabouts will be closely monitored.
Communications with your ship
may also be monitored at my discretion.
Do you agree to these conditions?
Evidently, I have no choice.
Excellent.
Meet me in my office in one hour
and we'II discuss your needs.
PIeasant fellow.
Neelix, Chakotay, Tom— you're with me.
Mr. Bahrat.
What is it?
I'm Kathryn Janeway.
I've brought a Iist of the supplies we'II need.
Forgive me, but it's demanding work
watching over this station.
We get all kinds of troublemakers here.
I understand.
AII right. Let's see it.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Hmm... pergium?
To regenerate the filters
in our environmental control system.
That might be a Iittle difficult.
It's a rare commodity.
Give me a few moments
and I'II put together a Iist of potential suppliers,
but I'II warn you— they won't strike
easy bargains.
I'm prepared to deal fairly.
Good day, gentlemen. Good day.
Anything in particular you're Iooking for?
Anything I can help you with?
We were hoping to find some magnetic spindle bearings
for our reaction control assembly.
Spindle bearings, spindle bearings...
No. Can't help you with that. No.
Long voyage ahead?
Uh, you could say that.
I have something that might ease your journey,
ease it considerably.
Rhuludian crystals.
Ingesting just one of these will make days of tedious travel
seem Iike moments of exquisite rapture.
No, thank you.
The price is surprisingly...
No.
Nice place.
I see you're a map dealer.
I have coordinate charts
for all of the Iocal mining colonies.
Actually, I'm interested in maps of the Nekrit Expanse.
You must be a stranger here or you'd know.
There aren't any maps of that region.
Surely, there's an astrometric chart or a database
that would help me plot a safe course.
The Nekrit Expanse is too unstable to chart.
No matter.
He never could plot a straight course anyway.
Wixiban?
Wix, is that you?
I can't believe it.
What are you doing here?
I've never seen another Talaxian this far from home.
It's a Iong story.
I'm one of the crew of a highly-advanced starship.
Ah... I want to hear all about it.
Come on.
The tavern here serves the best Toffa ale
I've had in years.
I do a Iittle of everything—
cook, guide,
advisor to the Captain.
Possibly even an unofficial ambassador.
Life's been good to you.
Yes, I'm very... I'm very Iucky.
Mmm... but what about you?
What are you doing on this station?
A Iittle of this, a Iittle of that.
To tell you the truth,
things haven't gone quite so well for me.
I'm sorry.
Ever since that nasty business with the Ubeans,
things have been difficult.
But you know me.
Can't keep Wix down Iong.
I'm working on a trade deal now
that should put me right back in the thick of things again.
I hope it works out.
Yeah.
Uh, Wix...
about the Ubeans.
I don't think I ever told you how much I valued what you did.
You'd have done the same for me.
Yes, I would have, but you were the one who got caught.
I owe you a great deal.
If there's anything I can do to help...
I'm fine.
Honestly.
Maybe not on the crew of a magnificent starship,
but I'II get by.
To tell you the truth, um...
it's not quite what I told you.
In fact, I may not be on Voyager much Ionger.
Why?
The main reason Captain Janeway needed me was as a guide
to give her information about this Quadrant,
but I've never been beyond the Nekrit Expanse.
I can't tell her anything about what's ahead.
But your other jobs—
cook, ambassador...?
They don't really need a cook
and I don't think our Captain really requires an ambassador.
I've tried to find some other area
where I might be useful, but...
the truth is...
I'm not needed.
I'm hoping you can help me.
I can't Iet Voyager go
into that dangerous part of space
without some idea of what's there.
I have to find a map.
Hmm.
Can I be of help, Mr. Neelix?
Dinner isn't for another hour, Ensign Vorik,
and I don't have time to prepare a snack.
I don't require food at the moment.
Lieutenant Torres sent me to adjust
the control interface in your food replicators.
You said you were experiencing difficulties with them.
Oh, of course.
Go ahead.
Neelix...
I thought you'd Iike to say hello
to your old friend.
Well, uh...
yes, yes, of course.
So, this is where you prepare your Iegendary feasts.
Well...
You know, Commander, Neelix has more varied talents
than anyone I've ever known.
You're Iucky to have him on board.
Mr. Wix was able to find those magnetic spindle bearings
we were Iooking for.
I don't know what we'd have done
if he hadn't come up with them.
Well, yes, Wix has always had a knack
for finding those hard-to-Iocate items.
I'II Iet you two reminisce for a while.
Thanks again, Wix.
You're more than welcome.
Yes, this is the mess room.
On any given day, I must be prepared
to feed over a hundred people.
About done, Ensign?
Not quite.
Well, I really don't need the replicators today,
so, you can finish Iater.
As you wish.
Oh, and remind Lieutenant Torres,
uh, when she has a moment,
I'd still Iike to go over a few things with her.
I'II relay the message.
Thank you.
Wix...
please tell me those spindle bearings
weren't stolen property.
Of course not.
I wouldn't do that to you.
Neelix, I need the work.
I don't Iive on a comfortable starship.
No one Iooks out for me except me.
Maybe you've forgotten what that feels Iike.
I haven't forgotten.
I've been stuck
on that trash-heap of a space station for three years.
My ship's been impounded.
I can't afford to give Bahrat what he wants to get it back.
Do you begrudge me an opportunity
to make a fair trade?
Of course not.
I have news for you.
I've Iocated some pergium for your ship.
That's great news.
Captain Janeway hasn't had any Iuck.
And I've found someone with a map.
Wonderful!
How do we get it?
It'II involve several bartering sessions.
I have the opportunity
to sell medical supplies to an outpost
whose people are dying of a Iung disease.
It's a good cause and it will make me enough
to pay Bahrat and get my ship back.
Where does the map come in?
When I deliver the medical supplies,
one of the physicians will give me an astrometric chart.
I can't thank you enough.
I'II have to ask your help though.
We'II need a shuttle.
First, we have to get to a nearby freighter
to pick up the medical supplies.
Then, we return to the space station
and meet with one of the physicians from the outpost.
With your transporter technology,
we could be in and out of the station within minutes.
Then, I could finally get away from here
and get back to a Talaxian colony.
I don't think that would be a problem.
Just one thing.
Don't tell anyone that we're delivering
medical supplies to the station—
not even one person.
If Bahrat finds out,
he'II take 20 percent and I can't afford that.
I-I suppose there's no need to mention it.
Thanks, Neelix.
I knew I could count on you.
Didn't I tell you this would be easy?
I got the medical supplies
and you got the pergium your ship needs so badly.
Only 20 kilograms.
I told Commander Chakotay it would be 45.
You're Iucky to get what you did.
Come on, Neelix.
A few minutes more and we'II be done.
And you'II have a map to help you through the Nekrit Expanse.
What is the matter with you?
I don't Iike keeping the whole truth from Commander Chakotay.
It's not honest.
I don't remember you
ever being so squeamish about twisting the truth.
Wix...
I'm not what I used to be.
Neither am I.
We've both tried to change our Iives.
You've done it.
Now, I have the same chance.
We're almost there.
We should have your transporter take us to Corridor 14-L
near the outer docking ports.
It's hardly ever used.
Our contact will meet us there.
We're within transporter range.
I've entered the coordinates.
What are you doing?
This station is a dangerous place
and these supplies are valuable.
We have to be able to defend ourselves.
You said this would be easy.
It's just a precaution.
Let's go.
Computer, energize.
Where's your contact?
He'II be here.
Don't worry.
I don't Iike this—
meeting in dark passageways Iate at night.
Wix.
Sutok.
This is my associate.
You have the supplies?
As promised.
What's he doing?
Satisfied?
Completely.
What kind of medical supplies are those?
If you give me my payment, we'II be on our way.
Yes, I have it right here.
Stop them! Get his weapon!
Wix!
Someone's coming!
Neelix!
Get us out of here.
Computer, two to beam up.
You Iied to me from the beginning!
And I was foolish enough to believe you.
It should have been as easy as I said.
I didn't know Sutok would try to steal the tubes.
Those aren't ordinary medical supplies.
You failed to mention that.
They do have a medicinal application,
but no one would pay what I was supposed to get
if they were just simple medications.
They're narcotics, aren't they?
Oh, you're up to your same old tricks.
We have to talk to Captain Janeway
as soon as we get back.
Do you really want to do that?
How is it going to Iook to your shipmates
when they find out you were once a contraband smuggler
and that you were involved in this ugly business tonight?
You think your position on Voyager is precarious now?
Wait till they discover the whole truth about you.
I can't just forget about this.
So you'd Iet Bahrat put me in cryostatic suspension?
I guess you would.
You did Iet me spend a year in that Ubean prison.
Wix...
I never told you what it was Iike in there, did I?
About eating worms to stay alive...
sleeping in a cell
where the vermin chew on you all night...
being punished in ways you couldn't imagine.
AII right!
I won't say anything.
But I don't want to have anything more to do with you.
The debt is paid.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
I have called a meeting of the senior staff
to inform them of some very disturbing news
I have just received.
There's been a murder aboard the station.
A murder?
I've been told that's not an uncommon occurrence here.
The man who died has been suspected of criminal activity.
Mr. Bahrat, however, discovered something at the scene
of the killing that greatly concerns me.
During my investigation,
I discovered some energy readings I couldn't identify,
so I ran a spectral analysis.
He showed me the analysis just a few minutes ago.
It's a Federation phaser signature.
Tuvok will be assisting Mr. Bahrat in his investigation.
I want to know how a weapon from Voyager
could have been involved in this incident.
The shooting took place
in an abandoned section of the station.
Security scanners were disabled.
I'm reviewing other surveillance records,
Iooking for anything that might help me apprehend
whoever did this.
I've promised Mr. Bahrat the full cooperation
of every member of this crew during his investigation.
Dismissed.
You wanted to see me, Mr. Tuvok?
PIease, sit down.
I examined the scene of the shooting
and confirmed the Federation weapon signature—
a type-2 phaser blast.
14 Voyager crew members were off the ship
at the time of the incident.
I see.
Several traders from the station
were aboard Voyager on the day of the incident.
We can't rule out the possibility
that one of them managed to steal a phaser.
I suppose not.
What can you tell me about your friend Wixiban?
Wix?
Mr. Chakotay reported that he was aboard Voyager
Ah, yes. He delivered some magnetic bearings.
We're more Iike acquaintances, not friends really.
I haven't seen him in years.
Has he ever been involved in criminal activity?
I-I wouldn't know.
I certainly don't think so.
I must question him
and I would appreciate your accompanying me.
Me?
What could I do?
You may be able to help me evaluate
the verisimilitude of his answers.
I see.
PIease meet me
in Transporter Room 2 at 1800 hours.
How much time did you spend aboard Voyager?
Probably Iess than an hour altogether.
Were you ever alone on the ship?
No. I was met by Mr. Chakotay in your transporter room—
extraordinary experience that transporter of yours.
We delivered the bearings to Lieutenant Torres.
Then, Mr. Chakotay and I paid a visit
to my old friend Neelix in your Mess Hall.
Where were you at the time of the shooting?
In bed, asleep.
Can anyone corroborate that?
AIas, Mr. Tuvok, I sleep alone.
That will be all for now, Mr. Wix.
I'd Iike to stay for a glass of Toffa ale.
As you wish, but please see me
as soon as you return to the ship.
Yeah.
I'd forgotten how easy it is for you to Iie.
You're not suggesting I tell him the truth.
Vulcans aren't as easily fooled as you might think.
If you want to worry, I'II give you something
to worry about.
What?
The people I was conducting that transaction for
aren't happy that they didn't get paid.
I thought this was your scheme.
Do you think I could have afforded those tubes?
I was acting as an agent for some Kolaati Traders.
Do you know anything about the Kolaati?
They're mean as fire snakes.
They will kill us, and it won't be quick.
I... I can't believe this is happening.
Why did I ever Iisten to you?
Neelix, it's all right.
I've convinced them to take something else in payment—
something easily come by.
They know about Voyager
They want a sample of your ship's warp plasma.
They'II be able to use it
to increase the efficiency of their engines.
No. It's wrong. I won't do it.
This has to stop.
You should have thought of that in the beginning.
You're in too deeply now.
The people on Voyager are my friends.
I can't steal from them.
Friends?
You've already told me
they're ready to put you off the ship.
You're Iiving in a dream world.
It's time to wake up.
You're on your own, just as I am
and you're going to die a horrible death
at the hands of the Kolaati
unless you bring them three grams of warp plasma.
Do you understand that?
I've already told them you'd do it.
Meet me here tomorrow morning at 900 hours.
Hey, Neelix, what's up?
Oh, nothing.
Just thought I might give you a hand with...
whatever it is you're doing.
You may regret that.
Chakotay and I have to pick up
a supply of biomimetic gel tomorrow morning
and I am trying to find the container
that is Iisted as the proper transport device.
Starfleet standard issue L647 X7.
Well, sounds Iike another set of eyes wouldn't hurt.
M-34...
No, not that one.
L647...
No, it's Y-6.
Tom...
if it's not too bold of me,
I wonder if I could ask you something.
Sure. Anything.
I've heard you were in some trouble in the past.
Spent time in prison.
That's right.
Do you...?
Would you... tell me how you got in trouble?
I've thought a Iot about that
and it comes down to one simple fact.
I didn't tell the truth.
I made a mistake, which happens to people,
but if I'd admitted that mistake,
it would have been a Iot better.
But I Iied about it
and it nearly ruined my Iife.
Why do you ask?
Oh... no reason.
Just wondered.
Here's your container.
Oh.
After I'm done here,
a bunch of us are going to go down to the resort.
Why don't you come along?
Thanks, but I'm going to turn in early.
Maybe another time.
Okay.
Good evening, Ensign.
Mr. Neelix.
I thought I'd Iog a Iittle time
in the Jefferies tubes if that's all right.
I was unaware you were officially
on an engineering work detail.
Oh, it's not official, not at all.
But Lieutenant Torres has been good enough
to allow me to poke around here and there—
as time permits, of course.
She has mentioned your desire to become
familiar with Starfleet engineering protocols.
I see no reason why you can't proceed.
Thank you.
Ensign Vorik.
Yes, Mr. Neelix?
You're quite young.
Is it difficult for you
being so far away from everything that's familiar?
Had I been given the choice,
I might not have chosen to explore the Delta Quadrant.
However, since we are here,
I must say the challenges are intriguing.
Voyager is a wonderful place to be.
The people here are very fortunate.
I would concur.
Did you get it?
Where is it?
I have to talk to you.
Give it to me.
I didn't get the warp plasma.
What?
I couldn't do it.
I just couldn't.
We have to tell the truth.
It's the only way to make things right.
We're dead men, Neelix.
No. I have a plan.
You two, stay where you are!
Don't panic.
Stay calm.
I said stay where you are!
What is this?
You two are under arrest.
Arrest?
What's the charge?
Conspiring with known drug traffickers... and murder.
Let's go!
This is the criminal who was killed...
and these are the two men we arrested.
You can't seriously regard this as viable evidence.
I realize it's circumstantial, but it is compelling.
It proves absolutely nothing.
It proves your two men had a conversation
with a narcotics dealer only hours before he was killed.
As the Captain said, that proves nothing.
I'm holding them for questioning.
They are prime suspects.
I want my security officer present
during all interrogations.
I'II take that into consideration.
But make no mistake about this.
Someone will serve 50 years
of cryostatic suspension for that murder.
If I were to Iet this go unpunished,
there would be anarchy on this station within days.
You make no mistake about this.
I won't allow members of my crew to be condemned
for a crime they did not commit.
This has gone too far.
We have to go to Bahrat.
We'II end up in his cryostatic prison for decades.
Not if he agrees to my plan.
Your plan is crazy.
It's worse than prison.
It's a death sentence.
That would be better than Iiving a Iie.
I'm going whether you do or not.
Neelix.
We've been through too much together.
I can't Iet you do this alone.
It was a type-2 Federation phaser that was used.
It's on one of our shuttles.
You can get it from our security officer
to verify the energy signature.
Which of you fired the weapon?
We were both involved in all aspects of the crime.
I was the one with the weapon,
but I fired in self-defense.
So you see, Commander Chakotay
and Lieutenant Paris are innocent.
The punishment for trafficking in illicit substances
is 50 years of cryostatic imprisonment.
Your cryostatic prison
isn't a particularly effective deterrent, is it?
It certainly is.
There's very Iittle narcotics trafficking
that goes on here.
That's what you think.
The Kolaati have made a fortune trading drugs here.
I know everything that happens on this station.
Apparently not.
Since we were able to deliver narcotics
to known criminals right under your nose.
They have ways of disabling your surveillance systems.
Masking your sensors.
Creating false visual signals.
It happens almost every night.
I'II put a stop to that.
Since you don't know how they do it,
that might prove difficult.
But... we have a plan.
The Kolaati want a sample of warp plasma from Voyager
I'II arrange a meeting with them to deliver the plasma.
When they arrive, we'II take them into custody.
How do you plan to do that?
You won't be able to carry weapons
and if they thought my men and I were near,
they'd be gone in a second.
We have some ideas.
If we are able to turn them over to you,
will you agree not to charge us with a crime?
It's no risk to me.
You'II undoubtedly perish in this ridiculous scheme.
You'II have to provide us with a sample of warp plasma.
I won't take any from Voyager
What I can give you won't be of the same quality.
Doesn't matter.
We'II make do.
AII right. We'II try it.
But I don't hold any hopes that you will survive.
It's been over 20 minutes.
Where are they?
I confirmed the time and place.
They should be here.
Maybe they've realized it's a trap.
Maybe they're not going to show up.
Let's hope they do
or we will end up in Bahrat's prison.
It Iooks Iike
somebody's begun transmitting a false visual signal.
My guess is they're about to come aboard.
We'II give them five minutes
and then move in.
It's Tosin.
Who?
He's one of the most powerful Kolaati.
Good evening, gentlemen.
My name is Neelix, and I am...
The warp plasma.
Where is it?
It's right in here, Tosin,
but first, you must guarantee us...
You'II Iive for today.
No guarantees about tomorrow.
Give me the plasma.
SIowly.
20 parts per million isonucleic residue.
This is contaminated.
You promised me a pure sample.
It really doesn't matter,
because you're under arrest.
What?
I said you're being taken into custody
for smuggling contraband and narcotic substances.
Very serious offenses aboard this station, Mr. Tosin.
It's time you faced up to them.
Little man...
your days have ended.
I wouldn't fire that weapon if I were you.
That plasma canister you're holding...
I disengaged the safety nodes just as you came in.
Even as we speak, warp plasma is Ieaking from it.
This section of the station is filling
with plasma particles.
Fire your weapon
and you'II set off an explosion
that would undoubtedly kill us all.
He's telling the truth, Tosin.
Don't do it.
And I wouldn't
activate your transporter system, if I were you.
The beam would also destabilize the plasma.
Same effect.
Boom.
Then you will die with me, Iittle man.
No problem at all
if it means getting rid
of an Orillian Iung maggot Iike you.
Go ahead.
You'd be doing me a favor.
I have nothing to Iose.
Fire away.
Neelix.
Shoot.
What are you waiting for?
Fire.
Re-engage the safety nodes.
Don't bother.
Put down your weapons.
You're under arrest for violating Station Code 4279,
Subsection Beta-325.
No, don't!
I'm in Sick Bay?
Yes, Mr. Neelix.
You sustained third-degree plasma burns
and a moderate concussion,
but my skills have prevented you
from suffering permanent damage.
Thank you, Doctor.
One of the criminals was killed in the plasma explosion.
The others have been taken into custody by Mr. Bahrat.
Chakotay and Tom were released.
Oh, good.
And Wix?
Mr. Wixiban was given his shuttle.
He sent you his thanks before making a hasty departure.
Would all of you excuse us please?
I'd Iike to talk to Neelix alone.
Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?
Only that I'm terribly sorry.
Oh.
You're sorry.
Is that supposed to make everything better?
I don't really care whether you're sorry or not, Neelix.
At this point it doesn't matter.
I can't imagine what could have made you behave the way you did.
Lying to us.
Sneaking around behind our backs.
Covering up criminal activity.
Did you have some misguided reason
to think that this was acceptable behavior?
No, ma'am.
You've been one of my most trusted advisors
since we began this journey.
How can I ever trust you again?
How can I ever Iisten to you
without wondering whether you're telling the truth or not?
I've never been dishonest to you before.
I swear, Captain.
I-I just took one step,
a step that seemed perfectly reasonable,
and that step Ied to another and another
and before I knew it,
I was involved in something I didn't know how to handle.
What was it?
What was so important
that you were willing to throw away your principles?
I needed a map.
A map?
Captain, my usefulness to you was at an end.
I don't know anything about space beyond this point.
I couldn't Iet you go into the Nekrit Expanse
without knowing what you faced.
You've been on this ship for two years.
I'd think by now you'd have Iearned
that the first duty of any Starfleet officer
is the truth.
You violated that duty, Neelix,
and there will be consequences.
I'm prepared to Ieave the ship, Captain.
Oh, no. It's not that easy.
You can't just walk away from your responsibilities
because you made a mistake.
You're part of a family now, and you have obligations.
But...
I can't guide you.
I can't advise you.
I don't know what's coming.
That's not the point.
Is it?
None of us knows what's coming.
That's what Starfleet is all about.
We are all in this together, Neelix,
and we have to be able to count on each other
no matter how hard it gets.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Well, that's good.
Report to deuterium maintenance at 0400 tomorrow morning.
You're going to spend the next two weeks
scrubbing the exhaust manifolds.
That should give you time to think about what I've said.
Dismissed.
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