All language subtitles for Blake s 7 - 3x13 - Terminal.en

(THEME MUSIC)

Zen, are we on schedule?

The flight is 9 seconds
in advance of prediction.

Propulsion computers are amending.

Will we be at the rendezvous on time?
That's all I want to know.

Readouts confirm space-time position
will be precisely as requested.

Keep monitoring all systems.

I do not want even a fractional error.

Confirmed.

That was it. Go on, you've got her.
What are you waiting for?

I'm not sure. It's risky.

Make the move. You'll wipe her out.

- Are you sure you can't read my mind?
- Of course I can't.

Even if I could, I wouldn't.
That would be cheating.

Go on, make the move.
Take my word for it.

Remember, I play this game
right up to Galactic Master standards.

- All right, if you're sure.
- Just do it. Trust me.

Let's see you get out of that, then.

(BEEPING)

My game in 9,721 moves.

"Galactic Master. " Thanks a lot.

Wasn't my fault.
Cally responded with the wrong move.

If she'd made the right one,
she'd have lost.

- Do you want another?
- Why not? There's nothing else to do.

- What are you all doing in here?
- Keeping out of Avon's way.

He's not much fun at the moment.

- Aren't you supposed to be on watch?
- Avon's doing it.

Still? He's been on that flight deck
more than 30 hours now.

I offered. He said he was handling things
and would I please leave.

No, that's not true.
He didn't say anything. He yelled.

Told me to get out and stay out.

- Same with me.
- And me.

- What the hell is he up to?
- Why don't you ask him?

Why don't I do that?

- Rather you than me.
- Watch yourself.

I'm tired, but I would like the flight deck
to myself for a while longer.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

Avon, are we still en route
for Califeron? Are we?

- No.
- You've changed course?

- Obviously.
- You had no right to do that.

- There was no time for a meeting.
- You should've told us.

If your reasons were sound,
nobody would've argued.

There's always an argument.

My reasons were sound.
You can take my word for it.

- So tell us where we're going and why.
- No.

And we're just meant to sit by quietly
and let you do it.

That's exactly what you're meant to do.

- You and the rest owe me.
- Do we?

And I am calling in the debt.

With or without your approval
it is going to be done.

How do we approve of something
we don't know about?

You could try trusting me.

All right, Avon, we'll try trusting you.
Just don't expect us to make a habit of it.

I don't.

Information.
Navigation instructions completed.

Liberator holding requested position.

- Scan, 360 orbital.
- Confirmed.

There's nothing out there.
We're in the middle of nowhere.

We must be light years away
from any populated planet.

(AVON) Zen, nearest planet
capable of supporting carbon-based life.

- Disentastra.
- Transit time at standard by eight?

96 hours, 17 minutes,
and 4.303 seconds.

There is nothing closer?

All systems confirm Disentastra
as nearest life-supporting planet.

Why here?

Why bring me here?

Do you want to tell me about it now?

I have followed all the instructions,
but it doesn't make sense.

Go on.

I first heard the signal...

Computers are receiving
the identifying call sign as stipulated.

Then it's all right.

Zen, you will remain silent
until further instructed.

Confirmed.

- Would you mind leaving now?
- Yes, I would.

But you'll do it anyway.

Sooner or later you're going to tell us.

Zen, are you still receiving the signal?

- Confirmed.
- Is it genuine?

Full-range analyses confirm the signal
is from the original message source.

Can you trace that source?

The signal is being
redirected and boosted...

through a communications satellite.

Trace to origin is not possible.

Identifying call sign has ended.
Message transmission has begun.

Put it on audio. No, hold that.

Give me direct visual readout
at my flight console.

Confirmed.

- Is that all?
- Transmission has ceased.

Use the frequency listed.

Acknowledge receipt of message
and advise I will cooperate.

- Confirmed.
- Have you got the new locations?

Confirmed.

Program the navigation computers.
Get us started.

Confirmed.

You can take the watch now, Vila.

Wonderful. I've been
looking forward to that.

Where are we going, Avon?

Profound philosophical questions
never really interested me.

- Not up to your usual standard.
- Yes, well, I'm tired.

Avon, where is the ship heading?

To tell you the truth...

I haven't the faintest idea.

(OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Zen, I want a fast summary
of all communications...

coming into and going out of this ship
within the last 50 hours.

That information is not available.

Why isn't it available?

The information you require
has been stored via a coded route...

and retrieval is not possible without
the correct security command sequence.

And that sequence
is known only to Avon, I imagine.

Confirmed.

You've got to hand it to Avon.
He knows how to keep a secret.

He probably won't even talk to himself.

Information. Forward sensors indicate
a broad spread of unidentified matter...

across predicted flight path.

Analysis.

Preliminary readings have failed
to identify the nature of the material.

- Structure.
- Minute fluid particles.

- Fluid?
- Confirmed.

If we go through this matter,
is there any risk of hull penetration?

Negative.

Detectors register a high level of energy
within the band...

that might generate flight turbulence.

What do you think?

- It doesn't sound too dangerous.
- We've been through turbulence before.

What's going on?

Cloud of fluid particles up ahead.
They can't be identified as yet.

Zen, put it on the main screen.

Apparently it's energy charged,
so it could shake us about a bit.

- Let's be on the safe side and go around.
- No, we stay on course.

Now look, this involves all of us.

I can't think of a reason
why we should take any risks...

and you're not giving me one, are you?

Zen, recommendations.

The computer systems favour
a course deviation to avoid contact.

In this environment, it is prudent
to treat any unexplained phenomenon...

- as potentially dangerous.
- Isn't that what I just said?

With a brain like mine,
who needs computers?

Maintain present course, no deviation.

Status one, subcategory Q,
no countermand.

- Confirmed.
- That is it, Avon. I've had it.

Tell us what it's all about
or we're going to stop it.

No, you're not.

Nothing and nobody is going to stop it,
you least of all.

Now get out of my way,
and stay out of my way.

You were lucky. He meant it.

He was going to kill you.

I got that impression myself.

We're getting close.

Better take position.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

I hope it's worth all this.

How much more, Zen?

Emergence from matter belt
in 39. 01 seconds.

Any damage yet?

Hull sensors
appear temporarily impaired.

All other systems
continue on full function.

- Is everybody all right?
- Yes. Fine, thank you.

All that shaking about
didn't do my kidneys any good.

Zen, damage report.

Hull sensors still inoperative.
Auto-repair circuits activated.

There is no other damage.

Visual scan reveals minute particles
of matter adhering to the hull.

- Any problems with that?
- No problem is apparent.

All right, the alert is over.

- Information.
- Right on time.

Navigation instructions completed.
Calculated position is confirmed.

Computers are receiving
the correct identifying call sign.

Acknowledge receipt of signal
and stand by for message.

Confirmed.

All right, Avon, so we've arrived. Where?

We should be somewhere
in the region of Delta 7-1-4.

Which is?

One of the stars on the edge of Sector 6.

So why don't we take a look? Zen, scan.

360 orbital.

Delta 7-1-4 is a blind sun.
It has no planetary system at all.

No planets? Then what's that,
a cosmic conjuring trick?

Zen, is that a planet?

The object was constructed by a
consortium of United Planets scientists...

411 years ago.

It was code-named "Terminal".

Terminal? The records say she broke up.

- You've heard of it?
- Only as a historical curiosity.

The intention was to build
an artificial planet.

It was sprayed with organic materials
in the hope that it would naturalise...

and eventually create all the conditions
to develop and sustain life.

It was just a gigantic laboratory in a way.

But she was originally positioned
in solar orbit out towards Mars.

- So what's she doing out here?
- You tell me.

I still haven't got over the fact
that she exists.

Zen, is there life on Terminal?

Data banks
do not have that information.

Spectro analysis indicates a breathable
atmosphere and Earth-level gravity.

Surface water and vegetation
appear to be abundant.

All right, so we've found
a long lost planet.

Now, do you want to tell us
why we're here?

Message transmission has begun.
The signal emanates from Terminal.

Relay to my position.

Message ends.

Acknowledge, and advise I will cooperate.

I'll need about five minutes.

Ask the others to come to the teleport.
I'll tell you what you need to know.

And not before time.

(SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Listen, I don't know what to expect
or how long this will take me.

I'll call in every hour on the hour...

but if I miss one transmission,
get out of here.

What? You mean leave you on Terminal?
Abandon you?

That's exactly what I mean.
Keep the ship on full alert.

At the slightest hint of danger,
the same thing applies. Move out fast.

Look, we've been through a lot together.

We've always been at risk.
We've always taken chances.

But we've survived
because we worked as a team.

So what do you have to do
that makes this so different?

This is my problem.
None of you are involved.

But we are involved.

However much you like to pretend
you're a loner, you're not really.

We depend on each other. I wouldn't
be alive now if it wasn't for you...

and I'm sure that's true
of everybody else.

So why not trust us?

Look, you don't have to give reasons.
You don't even have to explain.

Whatever it is, we'll back you up.

Or, if you want one of your own cold,
rational explanations...

we can't afford to lose you.

Sentiment breeds weakness.
Let it get a hold of you and you are dead.

I've already programmed Zen.

In 12 hours, the ship will set course
for Califeron. You can't override it.

After that, it will come back
under your command.

Go where you want
but stay away from Terminal.

You've thought of everything.

I've also recorded a full explanation
of everything I'm doing.

Zen will not issue it
until you are in flight.

It's very detailed.
The only thing missing is the end.

Operate, will you, Dayna?

One last thing. I don't need any of you.

I needed the Liberator to bring me here
so I had to bring you along...

but this is as far as you go.

I don't want you with me.
I don't want you following me.

Understand this. Anyone who
does follow me, I'll kill them.

All right, Dayna.

(TELEPORT HUMMING)

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Down and safe.

And if this is an example
of a man-made planet...

they ought to get back
to the drawing board and start again.

I'll contact you again
in precisely one hour.

Out.

Shift the coordinates by half a point.
I don't want to land too close to him.

I got the distinct impression
he wanted to be alone.

- We can't always have what we want.
- I had noticed.

- I'll come with you.
- Fine, let's get kitted up.

Avon isn't going to like this.

Avon isn't going to know about it.

I wouldn't like to bet my life on that.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(BIRDS CALLING)

- What will you do if he spots you?
- Duck.

- You set, Cally?
- Ready.

Put us down, Dayna.

(TELEPORT HUMMING)

(WHISPERING) Stay low.

Do you want the good news
or the bad news?

Surprise me.

The good news is
Avon doesn't know we're here.

The bad news is he's nowhere in sight.
He seems to have vanished.

(DEVICE HUMMING)

(WOMAN) There he is, Toron.

- He's moving towards the contact point.
- I've got him.

He seems to be cooperating,
following instructions.

So far.

At least he appears to be alone.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
CONTINUES)

Reeval, something moving.
About a quarter of a mile behind him.

I can't see it.

I only got a glimpse. Went into cover.

- Human?
- No, probably a link.

And if there's one, there's more.

If they pick up Avon's trail, they'll attack.

He won't stand a chance.
They'll tear him to pieces.

Time we moved.

This directional indicator
has been programmed to activate...

only when the identity of the holder
has been confirmed.

Take the sphere in both hands
and state your name.

(SPHERE BUZZING)

You were instructed
to hold the sphere in both hands.

- State name.
- My name is Avon.

Palm and voice prints confirm identity.

You will follow the indicated route.

You are warned that
the slightest deviation from this course...

could result in considerable danger.

Directional indicator will now activate.

(HUMMING)

Cally!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

I'll tell the ship what we're doing.

- Liberator, Cally.
- We read you, Cally. Go ahead.

We've lost track of Avon but are now
following two unidentified humanoids.

Understood.

I am taking a locator fix
on your transmission.

Make contact when you can
and we'll keep track of your movements.

Confirmed. Out.

(SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Come and check this for me, will you?
These readings don't make sense.

What's the problem?

We're registering very high-level
discharge from the energy banks.

That can't be right.

We only require minimal output to hold
fixed orbit and maintain normal systems.

I know, but look at that.

We're exceeding our regenerative
capacity. Banks 4 and 7 are drained.

- Have you checked this with Zen?
- I only just noticed it.

Zen, report on the status
of the energy bank instrumentation.

Instruments are reading accurately.

Then why the massive power drain?

Auto-repair circuits are working
at maximum capacity.

Damage exceeds rectification capability.

Damage? What damage?

- That information is not available.
- What do you mean, not available?

Either we are damaged, or we're not.
Now which is it?

The continuing malfunction of hull
sensors is limiting data for analysis.

Operational systems indicate that the
damage is widespread but superficial.

The nature of the damage.
What's causing it?

Unconfirmed analysis suggests
unidentified enzyme activity...

resulting in molecular metamorphosis.

Thank you, Zen. That's a big help.

Zen, it is vital
that we have more information.

Divert all computer functions
to total investigation.

(ZEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Confirmed.

Minor damage
to primary translating unit...

makes temporary closedown
of speech circuits necessary.

You will be advised
when full function is restored.

What's all that about?

- What's happening?
- I don't know...

but I think it's time
for the others to come back.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Halt.

Guidance program now completed.

(BEEPING)

It's been nice talking to you.

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

Is there anyone there?

(ECHOING) Is there anyone there?

Anybody here?

- Shall we go down?
- Let's be on the safe side.

Keep your eyes open.
I'll have a look round.

- What are they hanging about for?
- Perhaps that's as far as they're going.

And where the hell is Avon?

(LINKS SCREAMING WILDLY)

(REEVAL SCREAMING)

- We've got to help them.
- No. It's too late.

There's nothing we can do.

(LINK GRUNTING)

(SOFT HUMMING)

"Blake showed
no apparent signs of distress.

"All prescribed medication
was administered. "

So he is alive.

Blake is alive.

(WHOOSHING)

(WOMAN) Let it begin.

It's eating into everything.

Metal, plastics, fibres.

Just rotting away.

Maybe we should try
and contact the others again.

- There's no point.
- Might have just been a blind spot.

Or a malfunction. How do we know?
Look at this.

There is total drain
on three of the energy banks...

maximum discharge on all the others.

In a couple of hours,
we'll have nothing in reserve.

- We've got to slow the outflow.
- How?

There is a way,
but first we must get Zen back online.

Zen, this is a priority command
overriding all other requirements.

Come online.

Repeat. Zen, this is a priority command.
Come online!

(ZEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Translator units are still on the blink.

Confirmed.

State speed and course.

Computer circuits
have now been rerouted...

and as requested, are now online.

Zen, I want all the auto-repair systems
closed down.

- You can't do that!
- He's got to.

They're fighting a losing battle
and burning up the energy banks.

Concentrate all you've got on keeping
the computer systems functioning.

Maximise investigation and research...

into the nature of whatever's causing
the damage and find a solution.

Dangerous structural weaknesses
have already...

have already...

already...

developed in many areas.

Auto-repair circuits
are delaying further weakening.

Delaying, not halting.

I want all-out computer effort
on investigation.

If you can come up
with an answer soon enough...

we might still have enough power left
to start getting things working. Confirm.

Confirm!

Confirmed.

He's doing it.

But without the auto-repair,
this stuff's going to speed up.

I'm going to try Tarrant again.

There's no chance Avon left Orac's key
on the ship somewhere.

No, he took it all right.
Orac's just a useless bunch of junk.

He should feel right at home in this lot.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- What do you make of it?
- Some sort of shaft cover.

Could explain where Avon vanished to.

Damn. Electrostatic lock.
It needs a sonal key.

They might have it.

I'll check.

This could be it.

Cally!

(LINK GRUNTING)

(CALLY SCREAMING)

(TARRANT AND LINK GRUNTING)

(LINK GROWLING)

(LINK GROWLING FIERCELY)

I hope you hadn't planned
on going back up again.

Not immediately.
From here on, it's downhill all the way.

(SHRILL BEEPING)

Blake.

Well, you certainly took your time
finding me.

There didn't seem to be any hurry.

Anyway, I always said
I could manage very well without you.

It must have been so dull
having no one to argue with.

At times your simple-minded certainties
might have been refreshing.

Careful, Avon.

- Your sentiment is showing.
- That's your imagination.

Now, are you going to tell me
about this discovery...

that is going to make us
rich and invincible?

I'll take you to it.

After I get you out of the mess
you've got yourself into?

- Just like old times?
- Not that easy this time.

The lightning raid to snatch me from
the jaws of death isn't on, I'm afraid.

Taken off this life support system...

I wouldn't survive
for more than 3 or 4 hours.

We'll have the whole thing duplicated
on the Liberator.

No good.

I wouldn't survive the teleport transfer.

They calculate it'll take at least 3 months
before I can start to move again.

(TIMER BEEPING)

That's a treatment timer.

They'll be here in a few minutes.

They'll find you.

It seems unlikely
that you'll be moving far.

I know where to find you. I'll be back.

(TIMER CONTINUES BEEPING)

(SHRILL BEEPING)

It is completed. Get him out of there.
Quickly, now.

We must keep the continuity right.

Wake him.

Come on, on your feet. Get up.

Now walk.

Avon. How very nice to see you again.

You look well.

No, actually that's not true.
You look rather tired.

Why don't you sit down?

Thank you. It's less painful
than being knocked down.

Have my people been treating you badly?
I do apologise.

I shall reprimand them most severely.

You may go.

- You don't seem surprised to see me.
- Lf it was a trap, it had to be yours.

The precise planning,
the meticulous detail, the general flair.

- Who else could it be?
- Thank you.

That you of all people should appreciate
my work is very flattering.

I thought it might be.

I must admit that when I started
beaming messages to the Liberator...

I was worried
you might not believe them.

- I didn't.
- What convinced you?

When you transmitted the recording
of Blake's voice...

Zen did a print analysis and confirmed
the voice could be genuine.

- I had to follow it up.
- I never doubted you would.

What about the others?
Were they convinced?

I told them nothing about it.

You were afraid they might not want
to help you find Blake.

On the contrary,
I was sure that they would...

but they can get a little overenthusiastic,
a little careless.

So rather than let them walk into
what might be a trap...

you decided to do it all on your own.
How very noble of you.

I thought so.

Of course, it had nothing to do
with not wanting to share...

Blake's mysterious discovery.

Nothing at all.

(SERVALAN CHUCKLES)

Let me reassure you.
You weren't entirely misled.

Blake is alive, and if not well,
at least on the road to recovery.

More important, he is my prisoner.

Naturally, I wouldn't expect you
to take my word for it...

so you may see him and talk to him.

- I already have.
- What?

Your security is not very efficient.

You were supposed to be held
in close custody.

It's not very important.

Let's get down to terms. I want Blake's
freedom. What do you want?

(BEEPING)

That.

A straight exchange.

You get Blake
and whatever it is he's discovered...

and I get the Liberator.

Watch the door.

- You ever seen anything like this before?
- I don't think so.

- What is it?
- I'm not sure.

I recognise some of the components -
a voice synthesizer, vocabulary bank.

That looks like
a visual image structuriser.

- Tarrant, Cally.
- Tarrant. Come in, Liberator.

At last. We've been trying to
reach you for hours.

Listen, the ship is in bad trouble.

There's massive structural damage
and systems breakdown.

Energy reserves have fallen
well below danger level.

Destruction is beyond the capacity
of the auto-repair circuits...

and we're even getting computer failure.

Zen's latest analysis...

is that the molecular de-structuring
is accelerating.

State course and speed.

Blake. Cally. Confirmed.

Confirmed. Confirmed.

Standard by five.

Dysfunction of computer banks
7, 9 and 4. Re-circuiting.

How long, Zen?

Incalculable.

Whilst in zero-gravity fixed orbit...

the ship will remain viable
for some hours.

And if we try to move?

The extreme structural stress
of propulsion...

would probably result in disintegration.

- Dysfunction.
- I got them.

Dysfunction on computer banks 3 and 6.

All resources now concentrated...

on maintenance of teleport facilities.

I have failed you.

He never referred to himself before.

He never once used the word "I".

I have failed you.

I am sorry. I have...

He's dying.

Zen is dying.

Should we teleport back?

I don't see how that would help.
We need Avon. He's the computer genius.

It's just possible
he could come up with something.

All details of Blake's treatment have
been programmed into the computers.

There are ample supplies of all the drugs
and medicines he will require.

In approximately 3 months
he should be well enough to move.

The space vessel I used to come here
will be at your disposal.

It's rather old-fashioned, slow...

but it will take you
where you want to go.

Are you sure you've covered everything?

I don't think
there's anything I've missed.

There's a light beam voice link
directed at the Liberator.

You'll contact the ship.

Tarrant, Cally and Dayna will teleport
to this location.

Vila will stay on board
to operate the teleport to bring me up.

You have my word...

that he will be teleported down to you
immediately I have control.

It's a very reasonable contract, Avon.

You have your lives, Blake,
and transportation out of here.

And you have the best ship in space.

The pattern for a fleet.

You really think
you can duplicate the Liberator?

I've assembled a team of scientists
who are sure they can.

In fact, they've staked their lives on it.

And with a fleet like that...

I can unite and rule
as nobody has ever ruled before.

- What if the crew won't obey me?
- I don't think that's likely.

I have Blake. I have you.

Call the ship.

I was right.
I knew you'd never let Blake die.

Death is something he and I
faced together on many occasions.

I always thought his death and mine
might be linked in some way.

Liberator, this is Avon. Do you read?

- Avon? Where are you?
- No questions.

Just do as I tell you,
and do it immediately.

Take the Liberator out of here,
maximum speed.

- Go and keep going.
- No!

- It's important, Vila. Do it now!
- You fool!

You fool.

Avon. Avon!

Servalan.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

I think negotiations
have just been reopened.

We have a firm locator fix on your signal.
Waiting your orders.

- Have Dayna prepare for teleport.
- She's moving in now.

- Tarrant, no!
- It's too late.

Use that good, icy logic of yours.
We've lost this game.

Shut him up. Ready, Vila?

- Standing by.
- Put her down.

(TELEPORT HUMMING)

All right. Get their bracelets.
Move them over there.

That, I think, concludes our business.

You said there's a ship
that could get us off here.

There is.
Perhaps I've exaggerated just a little.

You see, she was rather badly damaged
when we made our landing.

But I think with some months' work
she could be made spaceworthy.

Just about.

- What about Blake?
- Ah, yes. Blake.

I owe him so much. After all,
it was he who brought you to me.

We made a deal. You promised me Blake.

Blake is dead.

He died from his wounds on the planet
Jevron more than a year ago.

I saw his body. I saw it cremated.

Blake is dead.

I saw him.

- I spoke to him and he...
- You saw nothing. Heard nothing.

It was an illusion.

A drug-induced and electronic dream.

We spent months preparing it.

We recreated Blake
inside our computers...

voice, images, memories...

a million fragmented facts.

When I was ready,
I started sending you the messages.

Seeding the idea in your mind.
I was conditioning you.

And you were my greatest ally, Avon.

You made it easy
because you wanted to believe it.

You wanted to believe
that Blake was still alive.

Let it go, Avon.

One final thing.

As you know, this planet was designed...

to help our scientists watch and study
how life first developed on Earth.

The experiment
was more than successful...

and has led to some
highly unpleasant life forms.

Do be careful.

We have met
some sort of primitive humanoids.

- I hate to think they were our ancestors.
- Oh, but they're not.

The planet's evolution
was massively accelerated.

It developed through millions of years
in a very short time.

The creature you saw
is not what man developed from.

It is what man will become.

I think I'm ready.
Give the order. Please.

Take them up, Vila.

We won't meet again.

Goodbye.

I'm going to the flight deck.

Get rid of him.
Put him down on Terminal.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Just a minute.

- What are you doing?
- Souvenir.

What is it?

It's just a pile of junk, really,
but it means a lot to me. I built it.

It's a sculpture.

You're not going
to make me leave it, are you?

All right.

Incidentally...

you should always be careful
about getting a second-hand spacecraft.

They can be very unreliable.

(TELEPORT HUMMING)

You'd better watch this, Avon.

She won. We...

- I let her take the Liberator.
- No.

No, she didn't win.

We all came out losers.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Manual operation.

Set course for the planet Earth.

Computed and laid in.

Main drive.

(RUMBLING)

Maximum power.

- She's beginning to go.
- She's starting to break up.

(GRIPPING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(SCREAMING)

Let's see if we can't find a way
off this planet.

There's a lot to do.

(THEME MUSIC)