DISCOVERY I IN SPACE: Bowman and Poole settle down to the peaceful monotony of the voyage, and the next three months passed without incident.
Poole is resting near the Personal Communication Panel.
HAL: Excuse me, Frank.
POOLE: What is it, Hal?
HAL: You got the transmission from your parents coming in.
POOLE: Fine, put it on here please, take me in a bit.
Poole's mother and father are seen on the vision screen.
FATHER: Hello Frank! . . . Happy birthday! Many happy returns for today.
MOTHER: Happy birthday, darling.
POOLE: A bit higher, Hal.
FATHER: Yea, mother and I feeling wonderful too. Graham and Sally were going to be here too, but at the last minute his back went out on him again.
MOTHER: How do you like the cake, dear?
FATHER: Looks great doesn't it, sorry you can't join us. . . . Oh, I ran into Bob the other day, he said to be sure and wish you happy birthday.
Bowman is seen in his sleep chamber.
MOTHER: All my students made me promise to send their best wishes too. You know they talk about you all the time in the class room. Frank, you're a big celebrity at their age. You know we were on television last week.
FATHER: Oh yes-yes, your mother and I were interviewed what we thought of our illustrious son. You can imagine what we told them. I think it's being broadcast next Thursday. Perhaps you'll be able to listen in.
MOTHER: Oh, we were thrilled about Elaine and Bill, dear. I'll be glad to get the presents for you, but please tell me how much I can spend.
FATHER: Oh yes, Frank about your AGS-19 payments, I think I've straightened it out for you. I talked to the accounting office in Houston yesterday, and they said you should be receiving your higher rate of pay by next month. . . . Well Frank, I can't think of anything else to say, I . . .
MOTHER (interrupts): Oh, give my love to Dave.
FATHER: Oh yes, be sure and give him my best regard. . . We wish you the very happiest of birthdays. All the best son.
They both break into a chorus of 'happy birthday to you.'
MOTHER: See you next Wednesday!
The vision screen goes blank.
HAL: Happy birthday, Frank.
POOLE: Thank you, Hal. . . . a bit flatter please.
Later, Poole is playing a game of chess with Hal.
POOLE: Anyway, Queen takes Pawn, okay.
HAL: Bishop takes Knight's Pawn.
POOLE: Uhh, Rook to King 1.
HAL: I'm sorry Frank, I think you missed it. Queen to Bishop 3. Bishop takes Queen. Knight takes Bishop. Knight.
POOLE: Oh...yea, looks like your right, I resign.
HAL: Thank you for a very enjoyable game.
POOLE: Yea . . . thank you.
Later, to kill time, Bowman is in the centrifuge sketching.
HAL: Good evening, Dave.
BOWMAN: How you doing, Hal.
HAL: Everything's running smoothly . . . and you?
BOWMAN: Oh not too bad.
HAL: Have you been doing some more work?
BOWMAN: A few sketches.
HAL: May I see them?
Bowman faces the sketch pad to Hal's lens.
HAL: That's a very nice rendering, Dave. I think you have improved a great deal. Can you hold it a bit closer?
Bowman places the sketch pad closer to Hal's lens.
HAL: That's Dr. Hunter isn't it?