All language subtitles for Stargate.Atlantis.S02E14.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

So, let me ask you something.

As a scientist, does it bother
you that most of your work,

no matter how brilliant,

will eventually be
considered misguided?

'Cause that would
bother me. I'm sorry?

Well, given enough time, everything's
pretty much proven wrong, right?

Everything from
the earth being flat,

to the sun revolving around us.

Well, if you wanna go back
hundreds of years.

Scientists get it wrong more
times than they get it right.

Take the tomato.

Excuse me?

Well, after the conquest
of Mexico in 1519,

tomatoes were carried
eastward to Europe,

where they were believed
to be poisonous.

Shouldn't you be concentrating
on what you're doing?

I got it covered,
you worry about you.

I am worried about me.

This is first flight this thing has had
since it was shot down and repaired.

It deserves
all of your attention.

It made it to the mainland.

If anything was gonna go wrong,

it would have gone wrong by now.

It took the Italians, and
the Spaniards, to realize

that tomatoes are,
in fact, delicious.

Good for them.

Columbus was Spanish, he
figured out the earth was round.

He was Italian.
So, I wonder what it is

that makes Spaniards so good
at debunking bad science?

You're not Spanish, are you?

Oh, yes,
of the Barcelona mckays!

Now, if you don't mind...

(Rumbling)

What is it, turbulence?

The inertial dampeners on this
thing should have smoothed that out.

(Alarms beeping) What the hell?

Right drive pod's intermittently
switching to reverse thrust.

Cut it. I can drive
with just the left pod.

It's not recognizing
any of my commands.

Brace for impact. What?

We're going down.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Zelenka: Griffin,
McKay, come in, please.

Jumper 6, come in, please.

Griffin, McKay, come in, please.

Yeah, we're here.

Rodney, thank god,
we thought you...

I've been trying to get
hold of you for over an hour.

Find Dr. Weir, and tell her
I've made contact.

Hey, hey, hey, you okay?

Not so good, no.

Zelenka: Are you all right?

I think we could both use an
extended stay in the infirmary.

What the hell happened?

The jumper you were flying
dropped off our screens.

You crashed into the ocean.

Yes, yes, yes, we...

We're underwater. Yes, you are.

And how are you gonna find us?

We've determined the direction
of your radio signal,

but not the range.

How deep are we?

One, two, zero, zero
and falling.

Radek, you're gonna
have to hurry it up.

We are already 1,200 feet deep,

and sinking at a rate of about

20 feet a minute.

Zelenka: Very impressive.

Excuse me?

Well, we always theorized that the
jumpers could be utilized as submersibles.

Yes, yes, yes, yes,
I theorized it.

But 1,200 feet...

It's almost the maximum depth
of a nuclear-powered submarine.

We're not so keen on setting
any records right now, so just...

(Static crackling)

(Glass shattering)

That's a problem.

Canyournove? Yeah.

Mcka y: Radek, the windshield's
giving way to the pressure of the ocean!

Move into the rear compartment,

the seal should be able to hold.

One step ahead of you.

No, no, no, no, no!

The crash probably damaged
all sorts of systems.

Maybe if you were
more focused on flying

than enlightening me
on the history of tomatoes...

Well, your focus didn't get
the drive pod to shut off,

I'm still not blaming you.

Yeah, because it's not my fault!

I've got an idea.
What are you doing?

Good luck, Rodney.

No, what are you doing?

Griffin! Griffin!

Why did he do that?
Why would you do that?

(Creaking)

Wide open fields.

Wide open fields.
Wide open fields.

You are not stuck
in a metal casket

underthousands of feet of water.

You are in a wide open field.

There. Now.

Right.

Zelenka.

Radek, it's Rodney.
Come in, please.

Radek?

Jumper's radio transmitter
is in the forward section,

which is now flooded with water,

which means that you have
no way to contact the surface,

which means that they have no
way to triangulate your position.

Okay. All right.
Been in worse situations.

Just because you can't think
of them right now,

doesn't make it any less true.

Okay, you're not dead yet.

All right, you can fix
this problem,

you just need to work
one step at a time.

Now, gotta find some light.
So...

All right. And...

(Exclaiming)
Light! I have the light.

Now...

I thought you said life support
could sustain them for days.

I said life support would most
likely sustain them for days.

I... I had no idea the ship
would sink so quickly,

or that the cockpit would flood.

That's when you lost contact?

If they didn't make it to the
rear compartment in time...

They made it.

Still, they're going to be
much harder to locate,

now that they're
no longer broadcasting.

Then find another way.

Look, even if we do locate
them, our options are limited.

They're already deeper than a
rescue jumper's windshield can handle.

I'll handle the rescue, you
just worry about finding them.

I've already got some ideas.

All right, we're on a clock,
let's get back to work.

(Groans)

(Creaking)

I'm dropping 20 feet a minute.

So, pressure increases by
one atmosphere every 33 feet,

so that's an additional
atmosphere every minute and a half,

which means

I'm currently under 37 atmospheres
worth of pressure, and counting.

Oh, my! That is a lot. That's...

Okay, I've gotta slow down.

Okay, I've got to stop sinking.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Send a message first.

Yeah.

Check and see if you can get the
radio transmitter up and running,

because they can't find you if
you can't tell them where you are.

Come on, McKay, prioritize.
Here we go.

Now. All right.

Here we go. There. Right, so...

(Beeping)

There we are.

Okay, now,
how's our radio transmitter?

(Beeping)

Yes, I know that,

so activate emergency

transmitter protocol.

Now, we're broadcasting
a signal.

All it needs to do is
penetrate 1,400 feet of ocean,

which means that a whopping 3%
of the signal will reach the surface,

so... so boost... boost the signal.

How much power
we got to work with here?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Three hours?

What's eating my power?

I'm working with flashlights
here.

(Beeping)

Inertial dampeners are active?
Well, why? I don't need them.

Shut down inertial dampeners.

Oh, come on!

They are draining what
little power I have left here.

(Grunts)

You do not need inertial
dampeners while you sink!

Now.

You are a piece ofjunk!

I'm gonna die.

Okay, so we know the direction

which the initial
radio signal came from, right?

So, that places them
on this line here.

Now, unfortunately, ocean
currents could have pulled them

in either direction, either
this way, or that way.

So the area they are in

is approximately here.

Now, Dr. Bryce, here, has been
studying the ancient database

in regards to the ocean,

and this particular area is
between 2,000 and 6,000 feet deep.

6,000 feet. We'll never
be able to get down that far.

Yes, I know, which is why we
have to find them before it gets there.

They were already at 1,200 feet
and falling, what, 20 feet a minute?

Uh, yes, that's right.

That at least gives us
a place to start.

Yes. So, let's begin.

(Beeping)

I'm freezing. Why am I so cold?

Oh, no.

I haven't lost
that much blood, have I?

Of course, it could have
something to do with

the billion or so gallons
of freezing water

you're surrounded by, you idiot.

All right. I need
to heat this thing,

and I don't want it
to cost me a lot of power.

Can we at least do
that, please? All right.

Ah! There you go. See?

I'm not greedy, I just don't
wanna freeze to death.

Oh, come on! A little heat's
gonna cost me 40 minutes?

Is that really how you
want this to go down, huh?

You wanna freeze me to death?

You're sure you wouldn't rather I
imploded with you, you... you... you lemon?

Do you even have an opinion
anyways, you, you... no!

Why? Because you are
an inanimate object, huh?

Does that stop me
from talking to you?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
my inanimate friend,

because I have been struck
upon the head, you see?

There. So...

20 minutes of power,
for just enough heat

to stave off hypothermia.

You drive a hard bargain,
my friend,

but, uh, you got a deal.

I just made a deal with you.

A deal.

Let's make a deal.
You got a deal.

That's not funny.

What's wrong with me?

(Panting) It's, uh,

euphoria, elation,

overconfidence. It's hypoxia.

I'm gonna dial up the co2
scrubbers, or I'm gonna die of hypoxia.

(Laughing)

That is so funny.

Sheppard: All right, listen.
Take this corner,

take it over here,
move it over here.

What's all this?

This is my plan.

Yeah, I figured that much.
You care to elaborate?

Well, doctors Moore and mcnab
are here to study the ocean

on m8r-169, which happens
to be under a thick sheet of ice,

so they brought a 1,000-foot
cable, and a pretty powerful winch,

to lower their
instruments. Okay.

And Edgar over here, is
responsible for the magnetic grapple

designed to lower the f-302s
into our jumper bay.

And you intend
to put the two together.

Like chocolate
and peanut butter.

Is the mechanism
really strong enough

to lift a half-flooded jumper
out of the water?

Not a chance.
Well, then why are you...

Because we don't have to. We just
have to get near enough to the surface

so we can get McKay
and Griffin out

with a cutting team
and rescue divers.

Good. How long?

A couple hours.

You and Rodney have been bugging
me for a chance to try out a jumper

as a submersible, but you
sure went a hell of a long way

to make me say yes.

Well, you still haven't
said it yet.

I just did.

Oh, uh, how close is Zelenka
to finding them?

I'm gonna go ask him.

(Panting)

(Beeping)

Co2 scrubbers operating at 100%.

Well, at least something is.

Now, let's see if I can...

Why do they have to make
these things so small?

Look, I need to be
the one on the surface

saving the poor bastard
stuck down here,

not actually be the poor
bastard stuck down here.

By the time Zelenka comes up
with a plan, I'll have died of old age.

(Creature moaning)

(Creaking)

Hello?

Are you friendly,
or are you hungry?

'Cause I am pretty sure that this thing
is an instant case of indigestion, so...

(Creature moaning)

It was the transmitter.

It must be broadcasting at
a... at a frequency you can hear.

(Rumbling)

Poor little fella.
Poor little fella.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry
if I'm bugging you,

but, uh, but I kind of need to leave
this thing on for a bit, you know.

Maybe you could tell my friends
where I am. You could, uh...

Could you do that, huh?
Could you go for help, huh?

Could you do that?

What am I doing?

Well, I'm treating
an alien whale like Lassie.

Look, okay, if you're not
gonna help, then just swim on by!

Swim.

Maybe the jumper can swim.

Okay.

Cockpit is inaccessible,

and most of the control
conduits run back here,

so if you were really
meant to be submersible,

then your drive pods should
function underwater, too, huh?

Which means I could fly you
from back here.

Well, not fly,
but I could surface.

I mean,
if I get close to the surface,

then the emergency transmitter
won't have to penetrate so much ocean.

Okay!
Now we're getting somewhere.

Mmm-hmm.

How we doing?

Well, we're making progress,
slowly.

Show me.

Well, we've started with the
likely location of the jumper,

based on the numbers we got

while triangulating its position

during its brief
radio contact with us.

We then estimate how far
off-course it has been taken, if at all,

by the various currents,
slipstreams, underwater rivers

that the jumper may,
or may not, have run into.

We then add its descent speed
at various rates.

That's all you've got?

You haven't narrowed
the search area at all.

No, no. In fact,
we've increased it slightly.

And how does
that count as progress?

Because we're no longer
guessing.

We now know definitely that the
jumper is somewhere in this area.

Okay.

Elizabeth,
even if we do find them,

there's no way... Sheppard's
working on a grapple system

that should be able
to raise the jumper.

Really? Really.

It's gonna be ready in a
couple of hours, I need you to be.

This little keyboard
is killing me.

All starting to blur together.
I need a new set of eyes.

Carter: Let me take a look.

Did I just... yes, you did.

Sam?

Don't worry, Rodney, we're
gonna get you out of here.

How did you... how are you...

It's good to see you,
too, McKay.

Oh, I've lost it.
I have completely lost it.

No, you haven't.

You're not real. You are
not real. You are not real.

Of course I'm not real.

I'm sorry?

I'm three million light years
away, with problems of my own.

Yeah, well,
so what are you doing here?

You're hallucinating.

Oh, and how am I
doing that, hmm?

Right. Is it that bad?

The way I see it, you're scared.

You're a little panicked,
you're a lot lonely.

You knew you could
use some help,

so your subconscious
is manifesting

the one person you know
is smarter than you.

Oh, I don't think so.

Oh, don't start with me, McKay.

You are very clever, I
would even give you brilliant,

but there is brilliant,
and then there's me.

Every time
we've worked together,

you've been wrong
and I've been right.

Even if that were true, and
no one is saying that it is,

the fact that
you could assert...

Why else would I be here?
I don't know,

maybe one last romp
before I die.

"One last romp"? Please.

We never...
Okay, one first romp,

but it's romping that comes to
mind, not your brains, blondie.

Now, you've got to admit, I
am a handsome man, standing...

You're essentially
arguing with yourself.

You realize that, right?

Your mind is creating me.

What?

What else am I hallucinating?
What do you mean?

Well, if you're not real,
what is?

I mean, how... how... how
do I tell the difference?

How do I know that any of these
readings I've been taking are correct?

You're not that far gone.

No, no, no, no, no.

I... I am unconscious
in the infirmary.

(Stuttering) I'm fine, this is
just a post-traumatic nightmare.

So come on, wake up,
wake up, wake up.

(Groans)

No, no, no, see, you really are
in the back of a sinking jumper.

Your readings are correct.

You knew you could
use some help,

and you've got
a pretty bad concussion, so...

So, here you are.

Here I am.

I suppose that's comforting,

in a terrified-for-my-
mental-health kind of way.

Why don't you show me
what you've done so far.

Oh, right. Right.

Three miles
is a very searchable area.

You narrowed it down, radek.

Did a good job.

It's too deep. Your grapple's
only got 1,000 feet of cable.

Yeah, we know the jumper
should be able to dive at least 1,000,

so if he's above 2,000, we should
still be able to get him with the grapple.

And if he is deeper?

He probably is.

The area we're searching
goes to 6,000.

Sheppard: When the wraith
attacked the city,

you were able to turn
the shield into a cloak.

Zelenka: Yes? Why
can't we do the opposite?

Turn the jumper's cloak
into a shield? That's right.

That would hold back
the water, yes,

but it would take
significantly more power.

Well, we shut down
everything we don't need.

But it would take hours
to reconfigure.

Take what we need, we'll
make the changes down there.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no.
I... I cannot possibly... no.

Radek. I... I... I can't even swim.

There's not a lot of swimming
under 1,000 feet of ocean.

Look, I'm not gonna
order you to go.

I will.

All I'm saying, is that if Rodney
can't turn to you, who can he turn to?

Right.

Give me a few minutes,
and I'll get my gear.

(Creaking)

Now, given I have a limited
amount of time to execute my plan

before power levels
drop too low,

but provided that the, uh,
coding is correct, we surface,

and at that point,
they should be able to pick up

our regular radio signal,
and then come pick me up.

How much power would that kill?

I don't know, most of it?

Well, that's a bad idea, then.

Well, what if it doesn't work?

Well, then...

Then I'm dead.
Exactly. Bad plan.

Oh, you're right.

I should proceed
with one of the other hundreds

of possible options
available to me.

Look, I'm not saying
that I have a better idea...

Well, what do you
want me to do, nothing?

Yes. Oh, brilliant.

Stay warm, stay breathing,
stay alive as long as you can.

Give your team the biggest
window of opportunity possible.

Window of opportunity for what?

For rescuing you.

Even if they could find me,

which given underwater currents

and multiple possible entry
sites is next to impossible,

how are they gonna
get me out of here, huh?

They'll find a way.

No, they won't.
You and I both know

that the one person
who can figure it all out

is stuck in the back
of a sinking jumper.

Oh, touché.

Look, I hear what you're saying,

and I'm telling you,
you're wrong.

You have some very smart, very
motivated people on the surface,

and the only thing any of them are
working on right now, is rescuing you.

Oh, come on. They are
planning my memorial service.

If your plan fails,
and it probably will,

you could jeopardize their plan.

You gonna help me, or not?

I'll help you stay alive
as long as possible,

but no, I'm not helping you
with this plan.

So, my own hallucination
is saying no to me?

You must realize,
subconsciously,

that you need to be
talked out of this.

I can't even
hallucinate right today.

All right.
Above the search coordinates.

Okay.

It should transition seamlessly.

All right, then.

Here goes nothing.

I, uh...

I wouldn't. You wouldn't what?

Sorry, I... I forgot,
I'm not helping.

No, no, no.
Did you see something?

Did I make a mistake?

(Stuttering) Seriously, if
you saw something, just tell me.

You're messing with me. Sorry?

You're trying to slow me down.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't play mind games with me.

I am a mind game.

Okay, you're not gonna help me,

just stay on your side
of the jumper.

(Rumbling)

What now, huh?

Feels like we hit the bottom.

Oh, really?

Well, this is good.

Well, the chances of us
imploding are much slimmer.

But, Rodney... no, no,
no, no, no. No buts, okay?

Can I not at least take a moment to enjoy
the one bit of good luck I've had all day?

This isn't good. Look, just...

Just... shut up!

I mean, you come in here,
you don't help me,

you say the one plan
I've got is bad,

you... you claim to be
a creation of my mind,

and yet you are in no way
dressed provocatively!

Look.

(Water trickling)

Oh, it's always been there.

No, it hasn't.

The impact with the ocean floor

must have created
a micro-fissure in the hull.

We're taking on water.

Atlantis, this is Sheppard,
come in.

Weir:
We can barely hear you, John.

We're gonna lose you
altogether when we get deeper,

so now is a good time
to wish us luck.

Good luck, then.

Sheppard: (Distorted voice) We'll contact
you as soon as we head back to the surface.

Have the divers on
jumper 8 standing by.

Will do. Weir out.

What do you think, radek?

About what?

We're underwater.
I always wanted to try this.

Yes, yes, yes,

just make sure
not under too much water.

I've leveled out, and
holding steady at 990 feet.

How's it coming?

All I'm getting is
sporadic life-sign readings.

As in sea monster life signs?

(Rumbling)

We're gonna need those shields
up and running.

Yes, well,
then stop talking, please.

Will do.

(Gasps)

It's funny, because,
actually, I was just, you know,

thinking, "what would
complete this experience?"

Freezing cold seawater in
the compartment, lots of it.

Because now the whole imploding
thing is kind of off the table,

drowning should really be
brought back into the equation.

You can fix this.

There are micro-fractures
all along the seam.

You still have fully
functioning life support, right?

Yes.

Then create a positive
pressure environment.

What?

If you can increase the
pressure inside the jumper,

you should be able
to slow the leaking.

We'll never be able to stop it.

I'm not saying that we could,
we're just trying to buy time, here.

In order to make death as long
and as drawn-out as possible, huh?

Just Max it out, McKay.

All right.

We should probably find a way
to heat this water, too.

We make a good team, you and I.

Sure.

No, no, I mean it.

I really enjoy working
with you, always have.

I wonder...

I wonder why we never hooked up.

Well, aside from the fact that you're
petty, arrogant and treat people badly?

Yes.

No, that's pretty much it:

Petty, arrogant,
bad with people.

Oh, but,

you do find me attractive,
I mean, physically.

Let's stick
to working on my idea.

But this is my idea.

How do you figure?
Well, you don't exist.

You think what my subconscious
tells you to think.

So, really, the idea was mine.

Oh, wow.

I'm arguing with myself about
who had an idea first, me or me.

I really am petty, aren't I?

And arrogant,
and bad with people, yes.

Oh, well...

Here we go.

(Air hissing)

And the leaking has been slowed.

Well done, Sam.

Thanks, you, too.

Come here.

Okay.

Oh, you do realize what
you're actually doing here, right?

Oh, come on!

You're a figment
of my imagination,

the least you could do
is take your top off.

Your subconscious mind knows
that I would never be into that.

You're the worst
hallucination ever.

Oh, you don't mean that.

Yes, yes, I do. Now, please,
just leave me alone,

while I work on
getting myself out of this.

You're not gonna still try
and control the jumper

from that little thing, are you?

Yes, yes, I am,

and I have to do it quickly, before
power levels drop below 50%.

So, that leaves me
about 10 minutes.

If you're not gonna help, then,
please, stand back and keep quiet.

See, this is why I could never
have a relationship with you, Rodney.

You don't listen to people,
you don't trust them.

I have every reason not to.

Look, this whole thing
is Zelenka's fault.

He was the one responsible for
supervising the jumper repairs,

he was the one who said
she was ready to fly,

he is the one
who came to me embarrassed

because he was afraid to fly at the best
of times, not to mention a test flight.

God, I should've just
told him to suck it up,

but, no, no, I say,
"sure, I'll take her out."

And now, he's all safe and
warm and cozy on the surface,

while I'm stuck down here
paying for his mistakes.

You'll excuse me if my trust
in my fellow scientists

is at an all-time low.

If you want something
done right, do it yourself.

Okay.

I think we may be
onto something.

Initializing shields.

Nice work, doc.

Okay, let's take this thing
a little deeper.

Wait. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I was afraid of this.

The shield is draining our
power at an alarmingly fast rate.

Why is that?

Well, a cloak draws its power
at a constant rate,

whereas a shield draws more
power the more it is taxed.

So, being under several
atmospheres of pressure...

Yes. It's continuously
draining power from our shield.

How much time do we have?

Once we're deeper,

30 minutes, tops.

All right.

Descending through 1,000.

(Shivering)

Why don't you turn up the heat?

I did, it's the seawater.

I've got barely enough power as it
is, besides, I'm almost done here.

What are you doing?

For warmth.

You're not physically here,
you can't transfer any heat.

Doesn't mean
I can't get you hot.

Excuse me?

You know, I was thinking
about what you said.

I think you were right.

Uh, I am?

I was right about what?

Well, I am your fantasy, it's
only fair you should get some.

Really? Really.

I knew it. I knew you were hot.

Wait a second.
Don't ruin the moment.

No. I know what you're trying
to do.

Well, I should hope so.

You're trying
to slow me down again.

Actually, I'm trying
to do the opposite.

No. No.

You're distracting me.

You know I've only got a couple
of minutes to execute my plan.

You're doing the one thing you
know could possibly slow me down.

You're thinking too much.
Come here.

No, no, I'm not gonna fall for
your plan, lieutenant colonel siren.

Okay,
this program is gonna work,

and I am gonna execute it.

Don't do it, Rodney.
It's not gonna work.

Look, you're cold, you're
desperate, you banged your head,

you're primed to make a mistake.

I should've ignored you
from the beginning.

You've done nothing
but slow me down.

They're coming for you,
they're gonna get you out of here.

(Scatting)

Please, just give them a chance.

Not listening.

Don't. And there.

It's ready. No time to argue.

It's a mistake.

I trust you'll be gone by the
time I, uh, reach the surface, huh?

(Electricity surging)

Don't speak right now.

I... I really don't need,
"I told you so." So...

How much power did you waste?

20 minutes.

Okay, that's not so bad.

No, we've got half an hour until
we're completely out of power.

Half an hour until I'm dead.

(Speaking foreign language)

I think my Czech's getting better,
'cause I know what you mean.

Could be the shield,
could be the depth.

I'm having trouble
detecting the jumper.

Only...

Only what?

Could you bring up
the hud, please?

What's that?

Your sea monster.

It's at least six to eight
times as large as this jumper,

so let's not venture
too closely, okay?

How are the shields doing?

12 minutes. All right.

Let's check it out.

Because it's still swimming
around in circles in the same area,

which means it might have
found something interesting.

(Shivering)

(Creature moaning)

What? What do you want from me?

Look, just... just go away!

I think he's... I think
he'sjust waiting to eat me.

I treated him pretty bad.

The whale?

No, Griffin.
I changed the subject.

You of all people
should be able to keep up.

Sorry.

He knew we were both gonna
die if he didn't do anything, so he...

How come
I didn't think of it first?

Maybe I did.

I thought of it,
I just couldn't...

He was a brave man, and I...

It just doesn't seem right,
you know?

It's been a bad day.

You're gonna get out of this.

I don't think I'd even believe
that if you were naked.

Oh, well.

(Shivering)

Stick with me, Rodney.

You've gotta stay alert.

My plan was stupid.
What the hell was I thinking?

Well, 20-20 hindsight.

You were right.
I should have listened to you.

(Creature moaning)

I always admired you, Sam,
and I'm not just trying to...

I know.

I honestly don't think
you're smarter than I am.

On your best day,
we're, like, maybe a tie?

There is a compliment
coming, right?

Yes.

My intelligence aside,

you're wiser.

I guess at the end of the day,

that's... that's why
you're down here.

You were right.

Well, you were right,
at least, subconsciously.

I guess that's something.

(Beeping)

Jumper. I have the jumper.

The animal's circling around it.

Jumper 6,
this is Sheppard. Come in.

According to these readings,
it's dead. There's no power.

All right, let's get a grapple
on this thing and go home.

No, it won't work.

Why is that?

It's taken on too much water.

Sensors indicate even the rear
compartment is partially full.

The cable can't take the strain.

Well, we can try.

No, listen to me. No. It's
a matter of simple physics.

I'm not coming this far
without doing something.

The shield.

We could extend the shield
between the two jumpers.

Do we have enough power?

Yes, if... if we touch down on the
ocean floor to conserve engine power,

it should be just a matter of
walking between the two jumpers.

All right. I'll get us close.

What the hell was that? Help.

Sheppard:
McKay, Griffin. Do you copy?

Sheppard. Hey, buddy.

What say you lower your door?

That is probably a bad idea.

Listen, long story short,

we've converted the cloak into a shield,
and extended it around your jumper.

I'm standing outside right now.

(Banging on door)

What? All you have
to do is open your door,

walk to my jumper.

I told you they'd come up
with something.

What?

What if it's not Sheppard?
What do you mean?

What if it's another
one of my hallucinations?

(Stuttering) What if the pessimist
in me just wants it all over with?

You heard the shield come on.

Yeah, but I hear you.

Sheppard:
McKay? What's the holdup?

We need to do this sooner
rather than later,

the shield ain't gonna
hold forever.

You're minutes away
from hypothermia.

I just... I can't tell
what's real, and what's not.

Rodney, they're here.

They did it. Let them help you.

Okay. Oh, okay.

Better stand back,
I've taken on a lot of water.

(Grunting)

Secondary release.

(Water surging)

(Coughing)

Zelenka:
Rodney, are you all right?

(Gasping) I will be.
Where's Griffin?

He was in there.

All right, let's get you home.

No, I need to decompress.

Carter told me to increase
the pressure. Carter?

I mean, I did, I did.
I told myself.

(Creature moaning)
I hurt my head.

McKay: Oh.

See ya, pal. Sorry,
you won't get to eat me today.

He's the reason we found you.

Really?

Almost thought we lost you.

I knew you'd think of something,

subconsciously, at least.

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