All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century - S01E15 - Happy Birthday, Buck - [DVD][x265 10-bit][AAC 2.0]

I've lived without light for 15 years
all because of Elias Huer:

[Narrator]
Buck's birthday party becomes
a setting for murder: : :

When a man with a touch of death
plots a terrible revenge on Dr: Huer:

What you're afraid might happen to me
is something like this:

- Buck, what is going on?
- Traeger, you're alive:

- Dr: Huer, Wilma, get away from him:
- You want me, hero? You come and get me:

[Man Narrating]
The year is 1987,

and NASA launches the last
of America's deep space probes:

In a freak mishap, Ranger 3
and its pilot, Captain William "Buck'"Rogers,

are blown out of their trajectory into an orbit
which freezes his life-support systems: : :

And returns Buck Rogers to Earth: : :

500 years later:

- How's that, Twiki?
- [Chirping]
A little to the right:

- That better?
- Solid:

Well, as someone said,

you're never more nostalgic
than for the things you once knew
and have no more:

[Chirping]
Who said that?

Me:

[Door Beeping]

Hi, Buck:
Good evening, Buck:

Hi, Wilma, Dr: Huer:
Ooh: Say, what's this?

[Buck]
Just a change of scenery:

With these four walls... it was beginning
to feel like solitary confinement in here:

Well, why didn't you say something?
We could've had some windows put in:

Why bother? It all looks the same:

With the city's climate control,
nothing ever changes around here:

You know, I feel sorry for you people:

You'll never know the joy
of discovering a sunset that just happens...

a pale hint of mauve:

Everything is programmed,
even your climate:

You know, no fall, no spring,
no rain, no snow... no nothing:

It's always the same:

I went outside today,
I couldn't believe it was January:

It is January, isn't it?

Yes: January 7:

Uh, Buck, Dr: Huer and I were on our way
to see the new holographic dance troupe:

Would you like to join us?

Hmm? Uh, no: No, thank you, Wilma:

I, uh, think I'll pass:
I don't feel like going out tonight:

Well, good night:

Olvion Immigration Patrol
to Terran starfighter:
Decelerate immediately:

Repeat: Decelerate immediately:
Acknowledge:

I do not read, Patrol:

Lieutenant Traeger,
you're under arrest:

Your departure from Olvion
was unauthorized:

Surrender or be destroyed:

Then destroy me:
I've spent 15 years
on your stinking planet,

and the only way I'm going back
is in a box:

Traeger out: : : For good:

[Explosion]

Come on, you old bucket,
get me through that stargate,
and then you can quit on me:

Break off pursuit and return to base:

He could be a million parsecs
away by now and probably is:

[Exhales Deeply]

You'll do:

Survey vessel: Attention:
Attention, survey vessel:

This is a priority blue distress code:
Repeat: Priority blue:

My starboard defense shield is down,
my star drive is dead: Can you assist?

Starfighter,
this is Capellan survey ship 077:

I'm locking you in
on a tractor beam:

Prepare for docking:

Buck's been moping around
like that for days:

I've done everything short
of kidnapping him
to get him out of his apartment:

Well, I'm afraid Twiki was right:

He's depressed
about his upcoming birthday:

But I don't understand
what's bothering him:
We all get older:

Why, he's in better shape
than a man half his age:

There are no men half his age:
[Laughs]

But then again, his birthday is probably
making him feel more homesick than ever
for the 20th century:

Technically speaking,
this birthday is his 534th:

An unfortunate way to be reminded
of just how displaced in time he really is:

Well, good evening, Theo:
How are things on the front home?

Home front:
Ah: Home front:
Whatever:

A message from Lieutenant Garth
at Security Directorate:

He's coming over
from the New Detroit Complex:

He seems to think
it's quite urgent:

Lieutenant Garth
thinks everything is urgent:

Every time they perceive
even the slightest hint of danger
to my well-being,

they expect me to live my life
behind a force field:

Nonetheless,
he should be here momentarily:

Of course, of course:

Well, be that as it may,
what are we going to do about Buck?

[Chirping]
How about a surprise party?

That's not a bad idea:

A party would make him
feel a little less alone
and more part of our world:

Indeed it might:

Well, you know most of his friends:
Why don't you make
the necessary arrangements?

Yes: Let's see:
Now, there's, um, Jen,

Joella, Marla,

Alison, Tangie, Falina...
Mm: Miss Cosmos:

I do believe that there is
a pattern emerging here:

- Apparently:
- Hmm:

[Intercom Beeps]
Lieutenant Garth has arrived:

Well, let's get this over with:

Three days ago, this man,
a Capellan ship captain,

was found under restraint
in the storage compartment of his ship: : :

In the New Detroit Spaceport:

He was delirious
due to systemic poisoning:

He remained alive for about 12 hours
after he was found:

As you may know, Dr: Huer,
all Capellans are crude telepaths:

And this one must've found out something
he wasn't supposed to know,

and the person whose mind he read
killed him for it:

Most of what he said
was unintelligible,

but one thing was clear...

whatever attacked him is also planning
some sort of action against you:

Who, Lieutenant?

Someone claiming
to be the ship's captain,

who brought the vessel back to port
and disappeared without a trace:

And we believe that he's responsible
for the real captain's unique condition:

What exactly is his condition?

Captain Querlu seems to have experienced
a bizarre form of molecular transmutation:

Half of his body has been changed
to pure silicon:

And I take it, Lieutenant,
that, uh,

what you're afraid might happen to me
is something like this:

- Mm-hmm:
- Mm-hmm:

Well, I sincerely appreciate your concern,

but I hardly think
the ravings of a delirious alien
are any cause for alarm:

But, Dr: Huer, please...
Now, now, Lieutenant:
Now, let's be reasonable:

I don't even know any Capellans:
Why would one try to kill me?

May I help you?

I would like to see
Dr: Bayliss:

Do you have an appointment?

No, but I'm certain
she would want to see me:

I'm sorry:
The doctor's schedule
is full for the day:

The earliest an appointment
can be arranged
is one week from tomorrow:

- I'm afraid that's not convenient:
- What do you think you're doing?

[Woman's Voice Over Quad]
This is Dr: Bayliss: Please sit back:

Take a deep breath,
sit back and relax:

Take a deep breath and relax:
[Woman] Doctor, I have a newjob
with added responsibilities:

[Woman #2]
I'm afraid to leave this planet:

I think it's these dreams
I've been having, Doctor:

They depress me terribly:

[Dr: Bayliss]
You want to go on
with that, Miss Bennet?

Well... [Sighs]
[Women Continue Chattering]

In these dreams,
my mother is still alive,

and she's always telling me
I was an accident,

that I surprised her and Daddy:

What do you think
that means, Doctor?

[Women Continue Chattering]

Who are you?
How did you get in here?

You'll find that your reception quad
has malfunctioned, Doctor:

I took advantage of the opportunity:

Who are you?

I'm surprised, Delora:

After all the time
we've spent together...

Of course, it's been a long while...
a very long while:

What are you talking about?

I have never treated
a Capellan before in my life:

And it's Dr: Bayliss,
if you don't mind:

[Chuckles]

Traeger?
Cornel Traeger?

But they said you were dead:

No: Almost, but not quite:

Where have you been, Corey?
What brings you back here
after all these years?

I had to see you, Delora:

I need some information
about Elias Huer:

When I left,
he was with the Science Directorate,
the Space Exploration Division:

He's with Defense now:
He's in charge of the entire Directorate:

Oh, is he really?
[Chuckles]

That's good: That's really good:

- What else?
- Corey, I don't believe this:

It's been 15 years...
not a word from you:

After all,
you were only a patient:

I don't have time to play games,
Delora, so I won't:

You have quite a few patients
in the government, don't you?

Yes, but what has that...
And you have all sorts of ways: : :

Of extracting information from their minds
without their knowing about it, don't you?

Extortion...
is that it, Corey?

It's obvious you didn't come back
for further treatment:

All right: How much?

Five thousand?
Fifteen thousand credits?

I spend that much in a week on
incidentals:

Here: It's yours...
if you forget we ever knew each other:

Same old Delora...

always more interested in money
than anything:

And I see you've finally
put your psych skills
to more lucrative use:

How nice:

[Sizzling]

That looks like andracite...
diamonds... elysium:

There must be millions there:
But how did you...

A little trick I picked up on Olvion:

That's where I've been staying:

Trick? That's nothing less
than matter transmutation...

molecular reorganization:

Call it what you like,
so long as you understand the implication:

I can do the same to organic
as well as inorganic material:

We'll be hiding in Buck's apartment,

he'll come home, turn on the lights: : :

And we'll yell, "Surprise:"

Except he'll find
the apartment complex swarming
with Security Directorate agents:

I don't know why I ever agreed
to this extra security in the first place:

You didn't have a choice:
Yes:

But I think it will undermine
the element of surprise in Buck's party:

The Directorate guards
are very discreet:

Not only will you not see them,
but neither will Buck:

Now, our problem
is we've gotta figure some way: : :

To keep Buck out of his apartment
for at least two hours:

Uh, Dr: Huer, it'll thrive:

All you need
is the right kind of plant food:
I see:

Oh, hi, Buck!
Oh, hi:

Wilma: Dr: Huer:

Uh, there's a rumor floating around
the Directorate having to do
with an attempt on your life:

- Anything I can do to help?
- Oh, no:

No, thank you, Buck, very much,
but it's being taken care of:

The Security Directorate is handling it:

Actually, we'rejust making up a schedule
of my itinerary for the next two weeks:

It'll be delivered this afternoon
by an l: A: C:

That's an interagency courier:

And then the Security Directorate
will deploy a group of bodyguards
to guard me round the clock:

Corey, you've changed:

It's not just the power:

When I was treated you as a...
as a patient,

I thought I understood you thoroughly:
But you... you're different:

Of course I've changed! No one could
go through the hell I've been through
and not be changed!

And it's all because of Elias Huer!

You see, shortly after I joined
the Exploration Division,

Huer sent me into space:

"A routine space exploration mission,"
he said:

But I was shot down over a planet
no one ever heard of:

Yeah: There was a reason for that:

The hostility of the natives
to outworlders was frightening:

They found me guilty of espionage,
locked me away: : :

12 kilometers below the surface:

Eventually they forgot about me:

You wonder why I wear these?

It's because I've lived without light
for 15 years!

You can't imagine
what that's like:

But you survived:
Yes, because I lived like an animal!

I became like one of them:

There must have been
some natural element
that gave them the power...

in the water
or the atmosphere:

The Olvions could change things too:

Whatever they touched
would become whatever
they wanted it to be:

And after a few years on their world,
I could do it too:

And you used the power to escape,
to come back here:

Yes, for my justice! Is there any wonder
after 15 years that I would want that?

When I realize
how full Huer's life has been: : :

And how really empty mine has been...

all the years
that he stole from me:

Oh, l... I can change credits into gemstones,
but I can't change the past:

Nothing can do that:

But I can change Huer's future:

I can take it away from him,

and you are going to help me do it:

[Dr: Huer]
Ah, Ms: Meritt:
Right on schedule:

Reporting for briefing, sir:
Yes:

Raylyn Meritt, this is Buck Rogers:

How do you do?
Hello:

The mind-implantation procedure
will take place at 1600 hours:
Colonel Deering here will supervise:

After the implantation is completed,
you will go to the Security Directorate
Headquarters at the New Detroit Complex:

- Implantation?
- Captain Rogers is new here:

Oh: Well, you see,
Captain Rogers,

top-secret data is implanted
directly into an l: A: C:'s subconscious:

Then when I arrive at my destination,
Security extracts it from my mind
with a psych probe:

I never know the nature
of the information:

Which makes it difficult to get out:
Cute:

What is?
Uh, I mean, um, "Interesting:"

Mm:

Uh, Buck, uh,
you said you wanted to help:

Would you mind escorting Ms: Meritt
into the New Detroit Complex...

just to doubly ensure
her safe arrival:

Really, Dr: Huer,
I don't think that's necessary:

I've handled dozens of assignments
on my own:

Ah, I realize it's an irregular procedure,
but under the circumstances,
it would make me more comfortable:

Well, if you insist:

Please excuse me then:
I'll go prepare for the implantation:

Uh, do you know how to find
the laboratory?

Buck, would you mind showing
Ms: Meritt the laboratory?

No, not at all, Doc:

[Door Closes]

That was the sneakiest thing
I have ever seen:

Yes: Thank you: But at least now
we know he won't be in his apartment
for a few hours, don't we?

Mm-hmm:
He may not show up at all:

Yeah:
[Chuckles]

[Dr: Bayliss]
You don't actually expect me
to help you kill Huer:!

Need I remind you of my special abilities,
Delora?

I can either kill you
or make you very rich:
The choice is yours:

You've already treated several
key Directorate personnel:

You must be able to tell me something:

He knows his life is in danger:
What?

But he doesn't know you're the danger:

Oh: It must be the Capellan captain:

He lingered on longer than I'd anticipated:

You're certain of this?

It comes from a very secure source:

The Security Directorate is sending
an l: A: C: To pick up Huer's itinerary:

Once they get that,
he'll be guarded 24 hours a day:

Actually,

that makes things simpler for us:

You can't get close to Huer, Corey...
not unless you know where to find him:

And that's exactly
what will be in the head of the courier:

So?

So, these analysis chairs: : :

Examine my patients'
conscious thought-processes
during a psych-session...

This one: : :

Has been modified:

This one examines the subconscious:

Like a psych probe?
Not as sophisticated,

not as fast, but it works
on the same principle, yes:

I can anticipate Huer's every move:

I can eliminate him
at whatever time is most convenient,

because we can extract the information
about his schedule from the l: A: C:'s mind: : :

Just as the Security Directorate
would do:

Exactly:

Then all we have to do
is intercept that courier:

[Machine Clicking, Beeping]

[Warbles, Stops]

Data for day 13 assimilated:

Okay: Let's finish up then:

[Warbles, Begins Beeping]

[Warbles, Stops]
Implantation completed:

Good: We're finished:

- [Exhales Deeply]
- You okay?

I told you:
I've done this dozens of times:
I'm used to it:

I certainly don't need to be
chaperoned by Captain Rogers:

All we're asking you to do is
to bring Buck back to his apartment
when your assignment is completed:

Think of it as a favor
to the Directorate...

one for which we'll be glad
to pay you generously:

Look, Colonel,
I'm a government courier, not a...

That's all we're asking:

Besides, I think you'd
enjoy Buck's company:

I understand
from your personnel file: : :

That you used to work at the Earth Archives,
and you have an interest in history,

so you and Buck
should have a lot to talk about:

What Captain Rogers
is an historian?

Yes, in a manner of speaking:

Let me explain:
Hmm:

All set:
Good:

Ms: Meritt, you'll be escorted to
the Security Directorate Headquarters: : :

By two of their men,
Marsden and Niles:

They'll contact you at the restaurant
on the Federal Concourse at 1900 hours:

They'll come to your table
and identify themselves
as security escort detail:

The code identification will be "Blue 11:"

Any questions?
No, sir:

After you, Ms: Meritt:
Raylyn:

We can make it to the Detroit Complex
in time for dinner:

You'll love the restaurant, Buck:

Did she agree to bring him
back to the apartment?

Well, she was a little resistant at first,
but once I explained why,

uh, talking her into it...
Was a piece of cake:

[Chuckles]

Corey, these are my assistants,
Rorvik and Carew:

Cornel Traeger:

My informant has confirmed the news:
They're sending Raylyn Meritt,
their most experienced courier:

She's due here within the complex
within the hour:

- Will she be a problem?
- Not for us:

Are you certain
of your information?

Corey, you worry too much:

My man works inside
the Communications office
of the Security Directorate itself:

He is totally reliable:

You have your uniforms?

Good: Good:

The men you're posing as...
Niles and Marsden:

We meet the Meritt woman
in the restaurant,

escort her to the turbolift
in the Federal Building...

only we take her to the sublevel:

Corey will meet you there:
Excellent:

Here are your synthaflesh masks:

They've been prepared to duplicate
Niles's and Marsden's faces exactly:

If there's nothing else...

Let's get to work:

[Chattering]

You know, Raylyn, when Dr: Huer
first asked me to go along with you,

you didn't seem
exactly thrilled with the idea:

What changed your mind?

Well, before I joined the l: A: C: Corps,
I used to be a record-keeper
with the archives:

And when I heard you were
from the 20th century...
Oh, you know about that, huh?

Yes: Colonel Deering told me
something about it:

Anyway, I've always been
fascinated by that era:

It seemed like such
an exciting time to live in:

Prohibition, the first moon landing:

Milton Berle, Benny Goodfellow:

Uh, man:
What?

Benny Goodman:
Oh:

And you're putting a lot of things together
that happened at different times...
most of them before I was born:

Well, I'm told our records
aren't very accurate:

Mm: Oh, I see: So that's it?

You just decided
you'd pick my brains a little, huh?

Pick your brains?

Uh, get some firsthand information:

Well, maybe at first,

but, uh, you know:

Yeah:

Well, you're helping me get my head
into a better place and for that I'm grateful:

It's sweet of you
to say that, Buck, but: : :

I don't see
that I'm really doing anything:

Sure you are:

Ms: Meritt?
Agents Marsden and Niles:

We're to escort you to Security:

Who's he?
Um, this is...

I'm just a friend:

[Sighs]
Well, we may be a while:
It's all right: I'm a slow eater:

[Chuckles]
Okay:

[Dr: Huer's Voice]
They'll come to your table,
identify themselves as security escort detail:

[Dr: Huer's Voice]
The identification code is "Blue 11: '"

Wait a minute:
There was an identification code...
Blue 11: Where's your code disc?

- Who are you guys?
- Get her into the turbolift:

[Hisses]

[Turbolift Whirring]

She knew:
Some guy she was with came after us:

You idiot:
You should have been more careful:

You think he followed you?
I don't know:

Well, be ready for him if he has:

Hold it!

[Both Grunting]

They don't make 'em like they used to:
[Tosses Gun Down]

See? No weapon:

You want me, hero?
You come and get me:

Just you and me:

[Groans]

[Turbolift Whirring]

Halt! Halt or I'll shoot!

[Groans]

Oh, wow:

The air is kind of thick around here:

Don't move:

Oh, great:
[Groans]

Get up slowly:
I got news for you:

[Groans]
It's the only way I can get up:

[Grunts, Exhales Deeply]

Here:
Let me just show you my l: D:

[Guard]
You're with the Defense Directorate?

Not really: They just gave me that card
in case someone started asking questions:

And the woman...
she was an l: A: C:?
Yes, she was:

And those people who took her
are trying to kill Dr: Huer:

How do you know all this?
I'm psychic:
I don't have time to explain:

Call your head of security
and tell them the courier's
been intercepted:

They'll know what to do:

Ah, one of them
must have dropped it:
What is it?

It's a delocking disc:
A de...

Oh, you mean a key:

Why do you people
always make things
so complicated?

Looks like it's color-coded:
You know what part
of the complex it goes to?

That's the Med Wing:
Those numbers on the bottom
will tell you what office:

"37042:"

That sounds like Dr: Bayliss's clinic:
She's a psych-med... pretty famous:

A lot of her patients
are very important people:

Hmm:

The information
is locked in her subconscious,
so they use a shrink to get it out:

"Shrink"?

Hey: I can get a security unit
up to the Med Wing:

Fine: I'll meet them there:

Sorry, but you're
not telling anybody anything:

Your men are incompetent:
[Huffs]

That sublevel was crawling
with security people:

What did you do?
What happened?

I stopped one of them:
I didn't have a chance
to finish him off:

Rorvik and Carew can take care of that
as soon as they check in:
If they check in:

Our plans are in jeopardy, Delora:
We've got to move faster:

How soon
before you have something here?

There's no way to say exactly:
It depends on her:

It could be a half an hour
or longer:
[Sighs]

Your man in the information office...

if he is as reliable as you say he is,

you can get him to forge
a priority one communiqu�,
can't you?

I suppose I could:
Then have him send an intra-Directorate memo
canceling the blue-code alert:

He'll say the assassin has been caught,
Huer's safe,

and there's no need for the l: A: C:
After all:

I'll have him do it immediately:

But you know they'll start suspecting
something's gone wrong sooner or later:

Yes, but by then it will be too late...

particularly for Huer:

Uh, Colonel? Uh...

Oh, the party favors:
You can put them right there:

Where do I put this, babe?

Babe? Thank you, Twiki:

- [Chirping]
- I'll take that as a compliment:

You can leave it right there:
That way when Buck comes in,
it'll be the first thing he sees:

Uh, what did you say these were?

Party favors...
at least that's what
Dr: Junius called them:

He had the manufacturing center
make them up exactly
like some old photographs:

I'm almost afraid to ask, but, uh,

[Chuckles]
What is this?

- A balloon:
- Balloon?

Yeah:

Watch:

[Sputtering]

Whoops:
[Chuckles]
See?

Yes:

Well, I take it there's
some peculiar purpose in that:

Uh, they're for decorating:

- And this?
- A party hat:

A hat?

- You wear it on your head:
- I most certainly will not:

Oh, Dr: Huer:

Colonel, there will soon be dozens
of Security Directorate agents: : :

Swarming through the building
and guarding the entrance downstairs:

Perhaps it's academic,
but if by some small chance an assassin
does get into the building after me,

I will not be murdered
wearing a blue-and-white plastic cone
on my head: It's positively undignified:

[Chirping]
Party pooper:

Party pooper?

Well, I'm not certain, mind you,
but we probably have one of those here too:

And this:
[Squeaks]

[Honks]

[Beeping]

Yes, Carew?
Trouble, Doctor:

The New Chicagoan,
the one that was with the courier...
he's one of Huer's people:

- What did you do with him?
- There was nothing I could do:

Doctor, he knows you're in on this:

I must have dropped my delocking disc
when I fought with him, and he found it:

A security agent told him about you:

I took care of the agent,
but that guy must be on his way to you now:

Find Rorvik and get back here
as soon as you can:
Right:

Isn't there some way
you can speed up that process, Delora?

Not without causing
extensive neural damage, no:

What difference does that make?

You don't think
I'm gonna let her live now, do you?

[Dr: Bayliss]
There are alternatives:

I could
tamper with her memory:
[Grunts]

For God's sake, Corey,
I'm no murderer:!

No?

And I suppose you weren't selling
quadrillium when we first met
on Regulus 4 either?

How many people died
of radiation poisoning back then, Delora?

That was different:

Oh, being an accessory to murder
doesn't bother you, does it?

It's just the act itself
you have no stomach for:

Give it up, Corey: This whole thing
is coming down around our ears:

You're going just too far
to settle an old score:

I wish that's all it was!

The data's coming in:
What's happening now, tonight?
Where's Huer?

Spending the evening
with friends: : :

In an apartment occupied
by somebody named, uh, Rogers...

William Anthony Rogers:

The address is here:

Whoa! Oh!

Nothing like dropping in on old friends,
is there?

[Groans]

His eyes! You've blinded him!

He's been underground for 15 years:
He can't stand bright light!

Touch her and you die!

[Groans]
Turn down the lights!

It's getting late:
Huer's waited long enough:

- I want them dead, understand?
- Yes:

See to it:

What are you doing?
You got what you want from her:

[Hisses]

Not entirely:

This device has been adapted: : :
For sonic hypnosis:

I can wipe out every memory
she has ofbeing intercepted
and brought here: : :

[Humming]

And substitute new ones:

And then you let her go
and she thinks she's done the job
she was supposed to do:

Mm-hmm:

Rather intelligent: : : For a Neanderthal:

But Traeger said we...
Mr: Rorvik,

any payment for the miserable job
you two have done, will come from me,
not Traeger:

Remember that:

[Humming Grows Louder]

- You're hurting her:
- She can't feel it:

But you don't believe me,
do you, handsome?

Well, you'll find out for yourself:
You're next:

[Hisses]

Put him down over there:
Start repairing your masks:
You two are going out in a little while:

[Engines Whining]

[Party Horns Honking]
[Noisy Chattering]

Excuse me, won't you?

Good news, Dr: Huer:
The code-blue alert's been lifted:
Evidently you're safe:

Well, that certainly is good news,
but where's Buck?

Well, maybe he convinced Raylyn that
they should celebrate his birthday alone:

I thought you said she agreed
to bring him back here:

She did, but, uh,
Buck can be very persuasive:

Ah: You're awake:

We'll be ready for you
in a minute:

Where's Raylyn?

Where she would be
if things had gone as planned:

[Breathes Deeply]
Thank you for your assistance:

Just doing our job,
Ms: Meritt:
Okay:

- I won't remember you after this, will I?
- No:

Then I guess I should say my good-byes now:

All his life, Corey has left
a trail of corpses in his wake:

- I don't intend to add another:
- That's a comfort:

Corey was a decent man once,
but he's changed,

and I've got to get away from him,
off this planet...

start all over again somewhere else:

But first I have to cover my tracks...
starting with you: : :

And everything you know:

[Grunts]
[Injector Hisses]

Where were you?
I looked all over the restaurant for you!

L... I thought you said
you were a slow eater:

You really don't remember a thing,
do you?
Remember? Remember what?

Buck, what is going on?
Never mind: I'll explain later:

Look, you wouldn't happen to know
the record flying time between here
and New Chicago, would ya?

No: Why?
Because whatever it is,
we're gonna break it: Hang on:

[Noisy Chattering]

Everyone, please,
can I have your attention?

Someone is on his way,
and since the code-blue alert
has been canceled, it must be Buck:

So find your places and light the cake:

[Exhales Deeply]

[Partygoers]
Surprise:!

- Who on earth is that?
- [Chirping] Gate-crasher:

[Murmuring]

[Commotion]

[Murmuring]

Traeger!

Cornel Traeger...
you're alive!

Yes, Elias:

Still alive,

despite your best efforts:

What do you mean my efforts?

You were lost
in a routine exploration mission:

Why, everyone thought you were dead:

Who sent me on the mission, Elias, hmm?

Who?

You volunteered:
You knew the risks:

Who do you think you are,
barging in here like this?

You have no right
to disrupt this party!
Stay out of this!

I'm warning you...
next time, I touch you:

[Dr: Huer]
It was you:

You killed that Capellan: : :

And now me:

That's right, Elias:

Now you,

finally:

Oh, no, you don't!

Dr: Huer, Wilma,
get away from him!

[Sizzling]
[Commotion]

[Wilma]
What happened?
He fell on his own hand:

[Dr: Huer]
He's pure silicon:

[Murmuring]

Buck:! Buck, why'd you
take off so fast? I was...

Well, at the very least,
Dr: Bayliss will never practice
psycho-medicine again:

[Theo]
I suspect, however,

the Computer Council
will find her guilty of offenses: : :

Meriting a much more complicated
correctional procedure:

Which reminds me, we have to
contact the adjudication board,

brief them on the rather bizarre
details of this case: Colonel?

Wait a minute: Don't run off:
I haven't even opened my presents yet:

[Giggles]
Well, happy birthday anyway, Buck,

even if things didn't turn out
the way we wanted them to:

Well, you know, Wilma,
there's an old saying...

"It's the thought that counts:"

And it's true:
I really appreciate it very much:

Well, maybe we'll get it straight next year:

[Clears Throat]
Well, to tell you the truth, Wilma,
after all that's happened today,

I could do without birthdays
for at least a decade or two:

[Laughs]

Let's see what we got here:
What'd you get?

Ooh:
[Giggles]

- Awww:
- Ah:!

[All Laughing]