All language subtitles for Lost.in.Space.2018.S01E08.720p.BluRay.x264-GalaxyTV_track3_[eng]

[both breathing heavily]

You sure you can get us
back without a map?

Hey [panting]
come on.

Obviously I memorized
and studied

the topography
before we left.

[exhales deeply] See,
if I didn't know any better,

I would think you were trying
to impress me.

Maybe I am.

[soft music]

Five bucks says the Dhar's
"Jupiter" is over the horizon.

Come on.

Since when have you ever
known me to gamble?

We've had our share of bets
over the years.

[laughing] Yeah, but it's not
gambling when I know I'm right.

Which is why I'm down
340 bucks.

Wait, you kept track?

[chuckles] I'm just
waiting for the day

that I win it all back.

Dhars, just over that hill.

[engine rumbling, powering up]

That's a "Jupiter" engine.
Where's my five bucks?

Wait, are they taking off?

[dramatic music]

I don't know.

[engine roaring]

Affirmative
for pre-check clearance.

Launch will commence
in T minus three minutes.

Victor.

Victor, what's going on?

Maureen.

You have no idea, have you?

There was an accident.
A colonist was injured.

In an attempt to save
his life, your daughter lost

nearly all the fuel
we've managed to recover.

[device beeps]
What do you mean

"nearly all the fuel"?

Commence
the ere-munch sequence.

[systems beeping]

Victor.

[rotors whirring]

Prisha. It's important.

How much fuel
do you have exactly?

Maureen, I promise,
we'll send back help.

17.3%

[dark music]

Shut down the engines.

You're too heavy.

You won't make it
out of the atmosphere.

Keep 'em talking.

Victor, you have
to listen to me.

[door closing]

[grunting]

[groans]

[alarm blaring]

Listen to me.

You will burn up all the fuel

before you reach
escape velocity.

Hey, maybe we should
listen to her, Dad.

The computer says W's fine--
The computer will tell you

it's fine, but it's wrong.

It's not calibrated
for this planet.

You won't survive.

None of you will.

[grunting]

Ah, you're full of
information now, Maureen.

But I had to find out this
planet is dying from my son

who learned it
from your daughter,

so forgive me for
not trusting you.

[presses radio button]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[electricity crackling]
Launch will commence in

T minus 30 seconds.

[grunts]

[yells]

Damn it, Beckert.

[both grunting]

[grunting]

[engines power down]

So you're in charge now?

No.

Not me.

Us.

Attention, all "Jupiters."

This is John Robinson.

Report to "Jupiter 4."

We'll explain
when you get here.

[sighs]
People are gathering outside.

I brought this
Hey.

From our Jupiter.
flaughs]

Is there any way I can help?

Do you understand
the problem?

Y-yeah, we only have
a defined amount of fuel

to provide thrust, so we need
to make the "Jupiter"

as light as possible.
Right.

So this is a list
of everything

that we can strip out

that isn't essential,

and this is the maximum weight

we need to reach.

It's still too heavy.
Yeah.

I wish I could strip out
all of this.

The cockpit alone
weighs five tons.

Technically 9,530 pounds,
but...

too bad you can't pilot
without it.

[pensive music]

Did I spill something
on "Friendship 7"?

[Uplifting music]

There's been
a new development

in our situation.

It seems that our planet

is on an orbit
that will bring us

dangerously close
to the sun.

So, it's gonna get hotter

and hotter until it's, um,

well, it's too hot.

Are you saying
the planet is dying?

Not dying-

Just entering a phase
malignant to human life.

Thank you
for that clarification.

It explains why there's
a rapid increase

in seismic activity.

So the spike
in median temps...

Have you seen your sister?

Um, no, last time I heard,

she was Evan's family.

Why?

Ah, nothing, I'm just seeing
if she's okay.

I don't think
any of us are okay right now.

So how long do we have?

Long enough.

Look, I know everyone
by now has heard

that we only have
enough fuel for one Jupiter

to make it to the "Resolute."

So whoever goes
will send back help,

but if we're gonna get
this one off the ground,

we're gonna have
to lose some things

that we thought
we needed like--

Like the navigation
system alone

weighs 1.3 tons and--

You can't take off
without navigation.

No, of course not,
but there's no reason

that we have to navigate
from inside the "Jupiter."

In--in the early days
of space flight

NASA capsules were
basically tin cans.

All the instrumentation
was handled from the ground

at mission control, so...

we are going to launch
off this planet

the old-fashion way.

[crowd murmuring]

Welcome to 1962.

[soft dramatic music]

You want me to do
this because

I'm the best pilot
here, right?

You are the best pilot here.

Not just because I weigh
110 pounds?

[chuckles softly]

That helps.

[speaking Japanese]

[speaking Japanese]

So it'll be just like
the "Mercury-Redstone 3."

NASA's first manned mission
to space.

The first mission
was number three?

As in the first two blew up?

As in the first two
were unmanned.

The "Jupiter" still needs
someone to fly it.

I trust her.

I'm in.

[breathes deeply]

[indistinct chatter]

I feel like we should talk.

You promised me
you weren't going to tell.

We sat by a waterfall and--

granted it was mud,
but whatever.

We sat there,

and you gave me your word
that you wouldn't.

And I know that it was
a lot to lay on you

that we're all going
to die in this place,

but, honestly, I was scared

and I didn't know what to do

and I trusted you

which is not something
I do on a regular basis.

I'm sorry.

That's it?

I Qotta go.

Are you serious?

What are you doing?

We shouldn't hang out
anymore.

Are you breaking up with me?

Breaking up?

We weren't really together
or anything.

Were we?

You're a bad kisser.

So...

Oh, my God,
I hate this planet.

[tool clatters]

[tool banging]

Hey.

What're you working on?

I'm trying to patch
the UHF radio,

so this "Jupiter"
can be linked to ours.

Oh, yeah?

Scooch over.

How long you gonna need?

Give me an hour?

Yeah? What if I helped you?

Two hours.

Naughs]

[gentle music]

You've been hanging out
with Penny too much.

[chuckles]

What happened to your face?

Uh.

Beckert hit me with a crowbar.

Is he okay?

Yeah. He'll be sore
in the morning.

Could you show me sometime?

Show you what?

What to do if someone tries
to hit me with a crowbar?

Uh.

Sure.

I mean, maybe we could start

with something
a little less intense.

Huh?

[indistinct chatter]

[sinister music]

Okay, great, uh,
once we're done with those

let's start surveying
the med lab.

Mom, I'm being prompted
to plug

in the Dhar security codes.

Okay, I'll--I'll
talk to Victor.

And then I just need a ride
back to our "Jupiter" to reset

the ECLSS and the GNC.
Okay, uh.

I'll get you a...a ride.

Do you want me to take him?

Go--is that all right?
Yeah, I'm only in the way.

Unless people want
to talk about how they "feel"

about taking the ship apart.

[chuckles]

Okay, great, thank you.
Okay.

[mysterious music]

I need your security codes.

Why not?

You've taken everything else.

[breathes deeply]

You know, I want everyone
to survive...

[paper ripping]

As much as you do.

You put my family's lives
at risk.

I was going to get help.

I'm not talking about today.

I stood up for you.

I told them you didn't
have it in you.

What are you talking about?

The gun.

The one you gave Angela.

You know, when your family's
lives are at risk,

you don't think clearly.

Believe me.

And right now you're not
thinking clearly.

I had nothing to do with that
business with the Robot.

Isuggestyoulook
somewhere else.

Mom.

Aw, honey.

I heard what happened.

There's something I need
to tell you about Dr. Smith.

What do you mean?
Where is she?

[music darkening]

[grunting]

Are you gonna help or are you
just gonna watch?

The math doesn't add up.

Believe me, Maureen's math
always adds up.

The way the "Jupiters"
were built on paper

isn't the same as they are
in real life.

There are things
that only a mechanic knows.

Such as?
They were over-engineered.

Redundant systems
up the wazoo.

Your wife thinks you can just

strip away those
redundant systems,

and the ones that
are leftover will work.

She's assuming they're
perfect, but they're not.

They're just like people.

They kinda just chug along...

some missing the mark.

Others picking up the slack.

[exhales deeply]
I love a woman

who can reroute
a cooling system,

but we need the whole system.

And it's too heavy.

There must be something else
we can lose.

There's nothing left.

Oh, we do have
the life support system.

Yeah, we need that.

Yeah, it's fairly important
if you want to,

you know, keep living.

[murmurs affirmatively]

[wind roaring]

Stay here.
Be careful.

[foreboding music]

[dooropens]

[footsteps approaching]

Oh. Hey, Mom.

We were just bringing
supplies back for everyone.

People work better
on a full stomach.

Right? Right.

Uh, I've got the codes.

They're on my laptop,
out in the Chariot.

With Judy.

Judy's back?
Yeah, go get them, okay?

Yeah.
Thanks, Mom.

You seem stressed out.

Do you need to talk?

No, I'm fine.

I mean, plus or minus
a few variables.

Do you really want to help me?

Of course.

Okay, there's--there's
some equipment

that we need down
in the garage.

What a morning.

It's crazy what people will do
when they're scared.

Fear's a dangerous thing.

Well, at least we caught him

before he did any real damage.

So what is it
we're looking for?

Just, uh,

anything to help strip
the ship, you know?

Cordless drill packs,

miter saws, or whatever.

You Robinsons are such a
little tribe of fixer-uppers.

I've learned more
in the past few weeks about

repairing engines,

rewiring wires,
and refueling radios.

[door pad beeps]

Maureen, what are you doing?

Who are you?

You know who I am--

No, the truth.

It's complicated.

[scoffs]

Okay.

When the "Resolute"
was evacuated

the path to my "Jupiter"
was cut off.

[voice breaking] And...

I begged anyone I could find

to take me in, but they...

And that's when I saw him.

The real Dr. Smith.

He was hurt.

He was bleeding, and I...

I tried to save him,

but I just thought.

Why should both
of us have to die?

So I took his access tag.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you sooner.

But you were so kind.

So generous.

I wanted you to like me.

Clearly you wanted
more than that.

Just to survive.

Then why did you give
Angela the gun.

Maureen, why would I want
to hurt the people--

I don't know.
You tell me.

If I'm wrong, I apologize.

But right now I need
to protect my family,

and I think the best way
to do that

is to keep you
away from them.

Jessica Harris.

That's my name.

Look it up in the manifest.

I'm a physicist.

[chuckhng]
You're a physicist?

Why would you lie about that?

You're asking
the wrong questions.

What you should be asking is

how long was I on
that "Jupiter" today,

the one you're preparing
tolaunch?

What might a woman

of my expertise
have done to it?

You're lying.
Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm not.

That ship is your only
means of survival.

Let's just say for
the sake of the argument

that it wasn't.

If you did anything to
sabotage that ship and my--

Here's what I suggest.

You let me out, I come clean,

we both go our separate ways,
and call it happily ever after.

Go to hell.

We're already there,
Maureen.

It's up to you whether
or not your family

makes it out
before they get burned.

[music intensifies]

So, do you believe her?

There was a Jessica Harris
on the "Resolute."

That checks out.

And her vitals match, so...

Victor's "Jupiter."
You think she messed with it?

No, I think she'd say
anything to save her ass.

No, we'll be fine.

[exhales]
What?

Uh.

Don and I went over the plan.

He thinks the "Jupiter"
is still too heavy,

even after stripping out
everything from your list.

So we strip more.

Well, there's not much left.

We're down to life support,
pressure systems,

both: Servo systems.
I mean, can it even fly

without those?

Theoretically.
Theoretically?

[stammers] The "Jupiter"
will hold together,

but...
But what?

Well, we might as well strap
Naoko to the hood

because that's what it's gonna
feel like when she takes off.

She will black out.

Yeah.
She will.

And there isn't a person
alive who wouldn't.

The question is,
will she wake up in time

to manually pilot
out of the atmosphere.

What if she can't?

Naoko's test results
are. . .good.

Full cognitive recovery
in 54 seconds.

Is that fast enough?

During liftoff,
the "Jupiter" rises

at 1 mile per second,
and it's a 70 mile trip

out of this atmosphere
into the safety of space.

70 seconds.
Oh, God.

And it's--it's
a rough 70 seconds.

The pilot will have
to manually steer

around atmospheric hazards
which is hard enough

but at the same time
vent the engines

so they don't overheat.

I mean, it's basically like
threading the needle

when you've just woken up
from a knock-out punch.

[sighs]

She'll never have enough time.

Idoubtany
of the other survivors

scored high enough
to have a shot.

[soft music]

Of course.

Full cognitive recovery
in 19 seconds.

There must be somebody else.

That's 35 seconds faster.

That doesn't mean
I'm the right person.

When every second counts,
35 seconds is a lot.

Check again, please.
I don't need to.

Maureen, listen.
John.

I am not leaving you
and the kids.

Not again.

I made a promise.

Then keep it.

How'?

Come back safely.

This decision...

it can't be just ours.

I know this isn't easy, so...

Look, the only way I do this
is if we all talk it through.

Okay, let's do pros
and cons.

Pro: he's the only one
that can do it.

That's not a pro.
He might not make it.

Nobody will if he doesn't go.

That's not a pro either.
That's a con.

They're all cons.

You sure you'll be okay?
That you'll come back?

If anyone can do this,
it's your dad.

Can you promise me
he'll make it back?

If I could, we wouldn't
be having this discussion.

What happens if I say no?

Hey, hey, Will.

Will.

Hey.

[crying softly]

Talk to me.

The Robot.

I let him die.

I told him it was okay
to walk off the cliff.

And--and now?

You want me to do
the same for you?

Will.

I don't want to do this.

But you have to?

That's what you
said three years ago.

When you left.

Not gonna say it's okay
for you to go.

[crying]

Come on.

Hey, hey.
Listen to me.

It's all right.

It's not okay with me either.

If your dad's gonna do this,
he's gonna need our help.

Wait, you--you said
you had two pieces

of information to tell us.

Yeah, what's
the second part?

Right.

No one goes anywhere
near the garage.

[footsteps approaching]

John?

I don't know
what Maureen told you but

I think the pressure...

I think it's getting to her.

Her behavior is
a clear indication

of clinical anxiety disorder.

You're wasting your breath,
Jessica.

Jessica?

Who's Jessica?

Is that who Maureen
thinks I am?

John, this is absurd.

Let me out,
and we can help her together.

Do you know why
she locked me in here?

Because I spoke up.

I told her I was worried

that she wasn't
thinking clearly.

That she might be sending
Naoko to her death.

Only it's not Naoko
anymore, is it?

[ominous music]

Don't get in that ship, John.

I'm trying to protect you.

You know

over the years

a lot of people have put
their life in my hands.

But if I had to trust
someone with mine,

I choose my wife.

Your wife?

You mean the woman who wanted
to take your kids away?

And start a whole new life
without you.

And now she suddenly claims,
let me guess,

that you're the only one
who can fly this "Jupiter."

That's convenient.

If I were you,

I'd spend your time
getting your story straight

because when we get
to the "Resolute,"

and we will get
to the "Resolute,"

it's gonna have to be a hell
of a lot more convincing.

Fly safe.
We're all depending on you.

[music intensifies]

You ready for a practice run?

Good to go.

Okay.

So remember
the actual "Jupiter"

that you'll be flying,
all these bells and whistles,

they might as well be actual
bells and actual whistles

for all the good
they'll do you.

They don't exist.
In fact...

Is that necessary?

You want it to be
as close as possible

to reality, right?
Wait, are you really

gonna knock me out?

It's funny you mention that.

So we'll skip
the prelaunch protocols

because you wouldn't be able
to execute them anyway.

You just sit back
and let me do

the work until it's time
tolaunch.

But, once you're up there,
only you'll be able to steer.

And vent the engines
before they explode.

Yeah, I know.
Yes, and vent them

before you get
out of the atmosphere.

And always vent them
away from the sun.

And always be aware
of variables.

Something will go wrong.

It always does.

T minus 30 seconds
to liftoff.

Arms up.

What's this for?

To mimic g-force.

Well, how's that gonna work?

T minus ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

ODE.

Liftoff.

[groans] Oh, God.

[breathing heavily]

No, don't touch those.

Let the SRBs carry you up.

Okay, you're approaching 9G.

Where you're gonna lose
consciousness.

I'm cutting your suit pressure
to simulate.

Your cognitive recovery
was 19 seconds.

Feel free to improve on that.

[straining]

19 seconds.

Well, you're nothing
if not consistent.

How's your head?

F0993'-
Push through.

You're getting tropospheric
winds at 10 o'clock.

Roll left.

Get a handle on those engines.

[groans]

Pitch 17 degrees.

Correction to climb.

[beeping]
Too late.

[groans]
You're dead.

[Qmaning] Oh, my God.

That's okay.

Again.

[quirky music]

Okay.

[clears throat]
Five,

four...
[groans]

Three, two,

one.
Liftoff.

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

You lost a second.

No, you can't vent
towards the sun.

Banklefi.

[beeping]
The "Jupiter" just exploded.

You're dead.
[groans] God.

Yeah, I need
a few more seconds

to recover before venting.

You don't have
a few more seconds.

Again.

[groaning]
Five, four,

three, two,

ODE.

Liftoff.

[groaning]

Okay, curveball.
Something's wrong.

Your weight distribution's off

which means so
is your trajectory.

Course correct.

You just hit the boosters
way too hard.

Your brain smashed against
the inside of your skull.

It's swelling.
Yeah, but I'm not dead,

right?
Correct.

[chuckles]
But now you are.

Oh, God.
Again.

[groans]

System malfunction.
The engines are hot.

Too hot, what do you do?

Uh...

Vent early.

[beeping]
No, it's too late.

You're dead.
[groans] Oh, God.

[groaning]

Too late.
You're dead.

[rope tugs, beeping]
You're dead.

Again.
[grunts]

[breathes]
[rope tugs]

You're dead.
[groaning]

[groans]
You're dead.

[groaning]
Again.

[uneasy chuckle]

[rope tugs]
You're dead.

[groaning] Oh, God.

Again.

You're dead.
Again.

[rope tugs]
You're dead.

[breathing heavily]

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I just need, uh--

Husk need some more rest.
Ne, you need to stop.

No, he needs to get it right.

As his doctor, I'm advising
that he take a break.

His heart is at serious risk
if he continues like this.

Hey, maybe we should all
take a break, huh?

Huh?

Okay, I'll get you
some water.

[groans]

Can you help me take--

[sighs]

Hey, why don't you
get some air, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-

You're letting her get to you.

Who?

Smith.
Whatever her name is.

It's not that.
l__

I would be worried
about you making it

even if she hadn't
said anything.

Then why don't we take
a couple of extra days.

[sighs]

Relieve some of the pressure.

I mean, you could run
a comb over the "Jupiter,"

and I can work on this.

[exhales deeply] Okay-

Okay.

Mom.

You should put on the radio.

What's happening?
The "Resolute."

Engineers have detected
evidence of Hawking radiation

which indicates
the presence of

a gravitational singularity.
The black hole.

To protect the lives
on board,

we'll be forced to vacate
the current orbit

24 hours from now.

This decision
was not made lightly.

We're away that some of you
are still out there,

trying to make it back,
so it's with a heavy heart

that the surviving members
of the "Resolute"

24th Colony Group

send this final broadcast.
No.

24 hours.

No, that's not
enough time.

I can be ready.
That's not enough time.

I can be ready.

I can.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

Hey, hey, where are you going?

To the "Jupiter 4."

A lot of people have been
doing unsupervised work there.

I want to check it again.

Hey, guys, so why don't you
go get your gear ready.

We're gonna be back
on the "Resolute" tomorrow.

Together.

Huh?

Come on.
Let's get going.

[voice breaking]
Yeah, guys, come on.

Come on, let's go.

It's okay.

[suspenseful music]

What did you tell my parents?

Will, is that you?

I'm not supposed
to talk to you.

Then don't.

I don't want you to get
caught up in this.

In what?

It's really not my place.

It's just...

Some people think

that kids aren't mature enough
to handle the truth.

The truth about what?

The mission.

Has your mother told you
how dangerous it is?

Yeah. She told us
all about it.

Wow.

You're such a strong kid.

I mean...

I don't think I could let
my dad sacrifice himself

even if it did get everyone
off this planet.

He's not sacrificing.

He's gonna make it.

He said he'll be fine.

I was about your age

when my dad
went into the hospital.

And I remember
everyone was there,

and when I asked
what was going on,

they told me not to worry.

That he was going to be fine.

Turns out everyone
was just saying that

because they didn't
want me to be sad.

But when he died...

it hurt so much.

Would it have been easier
if I'd been able

to prepare for it?

Maybe.

Sometimes parents think

they have to lie to protect
their kids.

But friends can be honest
with each other.

And right now

I'm the only one telling
the truth.

There's a chance that "Jupiter"
makes it to the "Resolute,"

but whoever flies it

won't survive the trip.

No, but my mom--

She said--
ls a very intelligent woman.

But she doesn't know
everything.

She doesn't know
there's someone else

who can fly the ship better.

It doesn't have to be
yourdad.

Will, where are you?

I--I have to go.

[sighs]
Will, listen to me.

I--l can't.

I don't go to your place
and triple check

all your rocket science stuff.

Sorry, I just need
to make sure

there's nothing wrong.
You do know that's

literally my job, right?

To make sure nothing's
wrong with these--

[scoffs] 1967, "Soyuz 1,"
parachute failure.

1971, "Soyuz 11,"
cabin vent valve.

1986, "Challenger,"
faulty O-ring seal.

2003, "Columbia," damaged
thermal protection system.

Everyone died
in these accidents,

and do you know what
they all had in common?

A mechanic cleared them
for launch.

You know what else
they have in common?

Don West wasn't born yet.

Now, call me thorough,
call me lucky,

but nothing's ever gone wrong
on my watch.

Weren't you working
on the "Resolute"?

We were attacked
by an alien robot.

On your watch.

Okay. I'm sorry, I'm--

This is our last chance.

And my husband--

My husband's gonna be up there
hurtling through space,

and I don't--I don't
know if he can--

You're not the only one
who needs this

to work, Mrs. Robinson.

[low piano music]

Maybe there's something you
can do to help us.

Finally this guy's reading
the directions.

Yeah.

I'm not normally reduced
to this, but, um...

You get the weight down
on the "Jupiter"?

Well, like any good fighter,

she had to shed
the last few pounds,

but we're actually 200 under
if you can believe it.

Pretty sure the CPDS took us
over the top.

All she needs now
is a good pilot.

John's recovery time
is excellent.

But given all the variables,
he's can't quite

pilot and vent simultaneously.

What intervals
are you running at?

20 seconds.
You can get away with 30.

Standard iteration is 20--

Standard iteration's
for standard situations.

With such low fuel pressure
to begin with,

vent too soon?
You won't make it into orbit.

Vent every 30.
She can take it.

Maybe we should put
the CPDS back in.

Mm. That's over 700 pounds.

We only got 200 to play with.
What?

Interesting.

How much do you weigh?

Excuse me?

You're like 174, 175?

[clears throat]

Wait a minute.
No, I see what you're doing.

You know these ships
better than anyone.

Who better to be there--
I--no, no, no. Stop.

I'm sorry.
No, I'm the wrong guy, okay?

Hey, good luck with that.
Send me a postcard.

Hi. Bye.

Don.
Don, stop.

This is about my dad's life.
Eh, it's my life too.

Look, he can't do it
on his own.

Okay? And if he
doesn't make it,

then it is all of our lives.

Ease off.

Is this about money again?

I thought we were past that.

Well, no one's ever
really past money.

But it has nothing
to do with that.

Then what is going to take
for you to do the right thing.

You know what doing the
right thing has done for me?

Save a lady in the desert?
Get left for dead.

Flip a tanker for you?

Lose a very
comfortable retirement.

So from where I'm standing,
doing the right thing

kinda sucks.

No.

I'm not gonna do it.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

N0Pe,nope,nope.Nope.

Son of a--

If anyone asks,
I got paid for this.

Mm-hmm.
A lot.

I want a medal.

Ten.
No, a parade.

Nine.
You know what?

I want a holiday.
Eight.

Don West Appreciation Day.
Seven.

Six.

Colony Salvation Day,
Five.

By Don West.
Four

I want my face on a poster.
Three.

Two.

One.

Liftoff.

[bOth groan]

What kind of
a torture chamber

do YOu people gQt
90mg on here?

Nighty night.

I'm swallowing my tongue.

[groans]
Okay, you woke up a bit slow,

but that's all right.
I need you

to roll 15 degrees
to your left.

[groaning]

That's it.

Okay, hit thrusters.

23-degree pitch.

ExceHenL

Now hold steady.

[dramatic music]

Now, Don, vent the engines.

Don.

[snoflflgl

What was his recovery time?

I couldn't find a result--

A Plus;

I scored an A plus.

[beeping]

[beeping stops]

And...

You've hit escape velocity.

Yes!
Welcome to space.

Nailed it.
[laughs, sighs]

Great job, Dad.

I'm also here,

being brave and awesome,
doing the right thing

or whatever.

Eh, no one cares.

Tonight we do it for real.

Shouldn't we run
the test one more time?

We don't have any more time.

[soft dramatic music]

[sweeping orchestral music]

Dr. Robinson,
I got something for ya.

Don--
Nah, nah, don't get excited.

It is not a present.
[chicken clucks]

N--I don't want
your chicken.

And I don't want to hurl
through space

in a thermos, but here we are.

Now, listen, I left
instructions in there,

what she eats, when she eats,

and if you need to put
her to sleep,

all you got to do
is turn her over

Okay.
stroke her belly ever so gently

I'll see what I can do.
and she'll purr like--

Okay.

Bye, Debbie.

[Chariot doors close]

[soft piano music]

[breathes slowly]

He'll be all right.

All right.

I'm gonna go inside.

Pre-launch protocols
start soon.

Okay, let's go.
Yep, yeah.

Let's go.

[tense music build-up]

Do you think we'll be able
to see it from up here?

We should.

Hey, where's Will?

Oh, uh,

I think he's too nervous
to watch.

You said someone else
could pilot the "Jupiter."

Come closer
and I'll show you.

[suspenseful music]

We could bring him back.

You and me.
Together.

I can't.
But it was only bad

because you told it
to be bad, remember?

What if...

What if we started over,

and you told it to be good?

He could fly that ship.

All you have to do is open
this door.

Then your father
can come home.

[ominous string music]

[both grunt]

Upon returning home,

Akiyama Toyohiro, first
Japanese citizen in space,

said "Onaka ga akimashita."

What does that mean?

I'm hungry.
[both chuckle]

Fly safe, John Robinson.

"Jupiter 4,"
this is the "Jupiter 2."

Do you COPY?

"Jupiter 2,"
this is "Jupiter 4." Copy.

Final pre-launch protocol.

Seals, check.

Internal power, check.

Fuel, prepress,

check.

All systems go.

Copy, "Jupiter 2."

Permission to launch?

Permission granted.

Launch will commence

in T minus 60 seconds.

Affirmative.

Yes?
Maureen.

I love you.

Hove you too.

I love you too.
flaughs]

Okay.
[clears throat]

See you in a bit.

[engines powering up]

You're set for liftoff in...

T minus ten,

nine,

eight, seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two...

Liftoff.

Yeah.
It's working.

[indistinct chatter]

[both groaning]

[ship rumbling loudly]

Come on.

Come on, Dad.
Come on.

Come on.

[intense music]

John, can you hear me?

John.

John, come back to me.

I'm here.

I'm here.

[groans] It's dark in here.

That's okay.
I've got you.

Winds at your 8 o'clock,
real ones this time.

[wind roaring]

They're coming in at just
over 500 miles-per-hour.

Got it.

Don?

Whoa.
Don.

What? Uh.

Don?

Uh,yeah.

Yep, yeah, let's, uh,

let's--[exhales]

Let's nothing.
I need a sec.

Don, engines
are getting hot.

We need to vent.

The hull's facing away
from the sun, partner.

Rm“ You okay?

John, you need to takeover.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait.

If we do it too soon,
we won't make it out.

Don, you need to vent now.

She can take it.
Just give me five more seconds.

Now.

[ship whirs]

[breathy slow laugh]

Okay.

Okay, well done.

You're almost there.

Hey, you're a lucky man.

Yeah, well,

I brought some luck with me.

[rumbling]

Maureen?

Noctilucent clouds.

Hold position.

Maureen.

It's getting pretty punchy
in here.

Just a few more seconds.

Continue to hold position.

Holding.

Okay, easy now.

I want you to slow engines
to 25%.

And roll 48 degrees--

[thud]
Maureen?

Roll 48 where?
Left or right?

Left or right, 48 degrees
left or right?

[gasps]

[dejected chatter]

[both whimpering]