"Previously on Eureka..." "When I thought about going to Titan, I always thought about doing it with you." "I am sorry." "I don't know how I feel about a lot of things." "And I am trying to figure it out." "A house isn't a home unless you share it with the person that you love." "Living together, huh?" "Just think about it." "Ground Commander Henry Deacon here." "We set our sights on Titan and many thought it impossible, but that's what we specialize in at Global Dynamics." "Today is the day all of Eureka should be proud of." "This is our moment in history." "Hey, you." "Hey." "Big day, huh?" "Oh, hadn't noticed." "Oh, you're so cute." "Yeah." "I'm sorry I rushed out on you this morning." "Oh, that's..." "I had final software flight checks." "Then I spilled coffee on my blouse, had to run back to my place to change." "You know, the way to avoid that is actually if you have your blouse and your stuff at my house." "Yes, I know." "I'm sorry, it's a big decision moving in together." "I don't want us to leap before we look." "I've always been a leap blindly sort of guy." "Really?" "Like in the four years it took you to finally ask me out." "So you'll just get back to me whenever then?" "Yeah, I'll see you at the launch." "Okay." "All right." "That's..." "Can you believe this morning we watched the sun rise on Earth, and tonight we'll watch Saturn set on Titan?" "Well, technically Saturn never sets." "Titan's tidally locked, so the same hemisphere always faces Saturn." "Oh, it is so hot that you know that." "Wow." "We're going to go farther than man has ever gone before." "Speaking of that, I've been thinking about us going farther." "Really?" "A lot." "I just really want our first time to be something special." "Me, too." "But we're kind of running out of time." "Not if our first time was on Titan." "Dr. Fargo, are you suggesting we join the billion-mile-high club?" "Mmm-hmm." "Oh." "Mmm." "Oh, final bio-pod demo." "Ready?" "Safety first." "Okay, everyone, this will be the last review of the bio-pod safety protocols." "We anticipate that long-distance, faster-than-light travel exerts incredible stresses on the body." "The bio-pods on Astraeus will be your cocoon for your journey to Titan." "Zane, can I use you?" "If I had a nickel for every..." "Nah." "Never mind." "So once your oxygen mask and monitors are attached, the chamber will fill with stasis gel designed by our own Dr. Parrish." "The gel will maintain your core body temperature and it will also buffer the high g- forces that we expect to occur during the acceleration and deceleration pulses." "We wouldn't want anyone to turn into a pancake upon arrival." "It's a shame your goo is going to Titan without you, Parrish." "It's quite all right, Dr. Fargo." "I whipped up a very special batch just for you." "In the unlikely event of pod failure, the emergency life support seats that you passed when you came in will activate." "Strap in, hold on tight, it will be a bumpy ride, but it will be your best chance of getting there alive." "Thank you, Dr. Blake." "Questions?" "Can I trade pods with someone else?" "Any other questions?" "No?" "Good." "Okay, we will see you onboard at T minus two hours to lock you in." "Let's go." "I'm trying to keep cool, but I am really excited." "Are you excited?" "Nah, I don't..." "I'm so excited." "Are you excited?" "Yeah, I'm so excited I have to pee." "I'm going to go do my pre-flight checklist." "Okay." "Oh, hey, Jo." "Hey." "Isn't this amazing?" "It is amazing." "Billion-mile journey, you ready?" "Absolutely, yes." "Sort of." "Still a smidge nervous about the whole billion mile thing." "Hey, you are the last person that should be nervous about leaping into the unknown." "Look what you've done as director of G.D." "Jo, we both know they handed me the job." "I didn't earn it." "Okay, well, maybe other Fargo didn't, but you definitely proved that you were up to the job." "Can you even remember the last time that you pushed the wrong button?" "Actually, no." "See?" "Look, whatever happens, I know you can handle it." "Carpe diem, right?" "Thanks, Jo." "Come here." "Carpe diem." "Hey." "Hey." "Larry said that you were looking for me." "What's up?" "Yeah, there is, um, something that I need to ask you." "I was, uh, hoping we could keep it between us." "Of course." "Come on." "Thanks." "So we're almost ready to bring the FTL reactor online." "Let's initiate activation protocols." "Yes, sir." "So how's it going, Commander?" "All systems go, Captain." "This is really it." "Six months apart." "You know what?" "This is going to be hard." "Couldn't we just postpone it one more day?" "I mean, you're mission commander." "You could pull some strings." "Yeah, you know, I probably could, but our safest launch window is between 18:23 and 20:37." "We've done billions of calculations that factor in the orbit of Titan and Saturn, solar winds, radiation pressure..." "Okay, I get it." "It's just I'm going to miss you." "Oh, I'm going to miss you, too." "Oh, that's appropriate." "Don't you guys have "science-y" stuff to do?" "You know what, Jack?" "You're just in time to see us fire up the FTL ion reactor." "What's that?" "Uh, the big-ass battery that will power the Astraeus launch." "Why don't you just say "big-ass battery"?" "Ready when you are, Dr. Deacon." "Okay." "Here we go." "Does that blue water do something or does it just look cool?" "Uh, the cooling containment shields." "Without it, the reactor would overheat and shut down." "Ah." "Very impressive." "Senator?" "All systems are running smoothly and we are go for the launch in T minus 7 hours and 12 minutes." "Good to hear." "We wouldn't want to disappoint our special guest." "Our special guest?" "Eureka, we have the ball." "Copy." "The President of the United freaking States, are you kidding?" "Show some respect." "Well, I would have brought a camera..." "Your PDA has a camera." "No..." "What?" "Where?" "Try to be professional." "Where?" "Mmm." "Come on." "Oh, God." "There you go." "That's not Obama." "Glad you're okay, though." "I should have known." "Secret Service always sends an advance team." "They're testing us." "I..." "Did..." "What happened?" "Doesn't even look like him." "Carter, focus." "Well, there was a..." "A giant beam of light." "Like a laser." "Like a laser." "And it just sliced through the limo." "We have to assume that this was an assassination attempt." "Or we assume that it's Eureka and laser things happen all the time." "Well, it wasn't a laser." "At least not exactly." "It was a charged particle burst." "A particle..." "From where?" "Well, satellite imagery should give us a point of origin." "An energy beam this powerful would have left a trail." "I'm on it." "We need a satellite security scan ASAP." "Okay, I will tell Senator Wen to cancel the President's visit." "Until we know what happened, he is not safe here." "Do you want to delay the launch?" "No, the launch bay is in a secure area a mile below ground." "As of now, there's no indication that this has anything to do with the mission, but I will keep Henry and Grace in the loop." "Let me know what you find." "Sure." "Uh, life's never dull, is it?" "Not even for a moment." "All right." "How are we looking, Jo?" "Oh, uh, yeah, it should be just up ahead." "Something on your mind?" "No." "Well, it would have been nice to meet the President." "Well, it would have been nice to know there's a camera in my PDA." "I've been carrying that thing around for years." "You know, there's something else." "I know Allison and the kids may be moving in and I think it's time I found my own place." "Oh, where are you going to go?" "I'm working on that." "All right." "Well, take as much time as you need, okay?" "Thanks." "So the satellite imagery says that we're close." "So does this imagery." "Whoa." "It looks like the death ray took care of itself." "Okay, so we just need to figure out what it does, so we can find out who built it." "Or just read the label." "Or there's that." "Oh, my baby." "What did you do to it?" "We didn't do anything." "Your little death ray nearly killed Faux-Bama." "All right, first off, it is not a death ray, it is a life array." "And second, what the hell are you talking about?" "Dr. Plotkin, it sliced a limo in half." "No, it didn't." "Look, it collects the energy that is naturally all around us." "It doesn't expel it." "Collects it how?" "Well, my rods, unlike a solar cell, store up the ambient energy from the full range of the electromagnetic spectrum." "All right, so we got gamma rays, radio waves, thermal radiation, even cosmic waves." "So once it's perfected, the electrical grid, nuclear power stations, they're all going to be obsolete." "If it just stores the energy, then how did it shoot a particle bursty thing down Main Street?" "It didn't." "That's not what they do." "Okay." "How about in combination with one of those?" "Oh, the bomb closet." "Oh." "Yeah, yeah, okay, okay." "Okay, I used to work in unconventional weapons, okay, back in the day." "All right?" "I keep those relics around just to remind me of what I used to do." "What I used to do." "Before." "Yeah, but now I'm totally about positive energy." "And bombs..." "Bombs are super negative." "My rods do good." ""Rods"?" "Plural?" "You mean there are more of those things?" "Yes." "The array consists of 15 rods spread around Eureka." "Well, 14 now." "Do you have a map of the array?" "Oh, you mean did I kill a tree, so I can write it down for your convenience?" "No." "Okay, will you email it to us?" "Computers are not biodegradable and neither is that thing, by the way." "You know, there's no need to be rough." "I do have rights." "Mmm-hmm." "I'll give you guys a minute." "Sheriff?" "Yeah?" "So what were we talking about a minute ago?" "I can show you where all the arrays are." "Is this going to end any time soon?" "No." "Oh, my God." "Mom, this is so tight." "Thought you might like to see this." "Oh, my God, this is a real bio-stasis pod?" "It's pretty cool, huh?" "Can I try it out, Mom, please?" "No, honey, I'm sorry." "There's all sorts of sensors and nanotech injections you have to do before you get in." "It's a whole big thing." "You're crazy, Mom." "I can't believe you didn't want to go on this thing." "And miss six months with a surly teenager?" "Are you kidding me?" "Um, Kevin, I want to ask you something." "Yeah?" "How would you feel about all of us moving in with Jack?" "You mean like us living together in his house?" "Well, I mean, yeah, it would be our house, too." "But what do you think?" "And be honest." "Would SARAH clean my room?" "I imagine so." "Yes." "Okay, cool." "I'm in." "I'm in." "Okay, my dorsal-finned friends." "We'll have you spawning in no time." "Hey." "Hey." "Good day, Sherriff, Jo." "Dr. Plotkin." "Well, Taggart, I see you're still experimenting on God's creatures." "Would you please explain to Dr. Plotkin that my research benefits all life on this planet, not just the electricity- consuming kind?" "And would you please tell him..." "Stop!" "I like that plan." "We're just here for his rod." "Eyesore." "Good riddance." "You know what an eyesore is?" "That tank you call a truck." "Ignore him, Taggart." "Your truck is special." "Not anymore." "My truck!" "She's gone!" "I know." "That was amazing." "Did you see that?" "Did..." "Yeah." "Definitely not an assassination plot." "It could be." "Probably not." "My mind cannot begin to process what just happened here." "Well, process this, could your rods be responsible?" "Do you really think that's possible?" "That's why I'm asking you." "You owe me a new rig, mate." "That beauty was one of a kind." "That beast was a gas-guzzling monstrosity." "She ran on ethane." "Oh, enough!" "Whatever's happening could be tied to the rods." "So let's turn them off." "It's not like there's a big master "off" switch." "They don't operate on some corporate synergistic programming, Sheriff." "They're individual entities." "So we shut them off one at a time." "Come on." "It'll be like old times." "We'll do it together." "You hate jobs like this." "Have you met you?" "Well, maybe I am learning to appreciate the simple things in life." "Right on, sister." "Ow!" "Don't call me sister." "Ow!" "Taggart, Plotkin, okay, you guys take the west side of town." "Jo and I will take the east." "Right?" "What?" "Come on." "Wait..." "Wait." "Oh." "Holy Christmas." "Well, I guess I'm driving." "Don't push it, mate." "Get the rod!" "Oh, you get it." "Waste of skin." "Oh, officer on deck." "Well, here we are, hours before the single most historic space flight since we walked on the moon." "We have all sacrificed a lot to be here, as have our families and our loved ones." "Six months is a very long time." "And those months will test us in ways we can't imagine." "But with the support of our community and each other we will get through this together." "I am honored to be your captain." "Well, that's it." "I will see you all at 1600 hours." "What do you think she meant when she said the mission will test us in ways we can't imagine?" "Well, we could get incinerated during the flight." "Or we could get trapped outside the Titan habitat and be asphyxiated in the toxic atmosphere." "Well, you'd probably be frozen solid first or..." "Maybe she just meant it metaphorically." "Yeah, maybe." "What was that for?" "Just a little taste of Titan." "This is the last one, right?" "You hate this stuff." "Four down, three to go." "So where's Allison on the whole moving in thing?" "Oh, she's still thinking about it." "Oh, well, no offense, Carter, but you haven't exactly had a lot of luck in that area." "Wow, thanks for the support." "That's nice." "But you know I think that you do have it in you." "And I want you to be happy." "Thanks." "You know, I'm going to miss you around the house." "Miss you, too." "Um, so how are you with the whole Zane leaving?" "Oh, regrets?" "Well, some." "But I just feel like there's something else for me." "I just have to find it." "There is." "Two more rods." "Yes." "Let's go." "Ah, Dr. Deacon." "I can't tell you how sorry I am that you're not on this mission." "Well, you know, everybody's on this mission, just not everybody's going to Titan." "FTL reactor Cell 1?" "100%, fluctuation nominal." "Cell 2?" "81%." "Fluctuation... 81%?" "See?" "You've got a minor power drain." "A drain?" "From what?" "Uh, not sure, Senator." "Just discovered it." "But there is enough power to launch?" "Yes." "The fluctuation is less than a gigawatt, but we will have to hold the countdown clock to T minus 5 hours and 13 minutes, mark." "But you said there was enough power to launch." "We're not going to proceed until we've repaired the power drain." "Of course." "The safety of the crew comes first." "But this launch has to happen, Dr. Deacon." "The future of Eureka depends on it, so figure it out." "Figure it out?" "Start diagnostics." "Reactor team, you're with me." "Yes, sir." "Ooh, be sure to hand out the powdered broccoli." "That was the last one." "All the energy rods have been shut off." "That's too bad." "I was sort of looking forward to tromping through another sheep pasture." "Dr. Plotkin stuck his rods in some odd places." "What are you?" "12?" "What are you?" "12?" "You're 12." "Uh, yeah." "A taste of Titan in honor of the launch." "Nothing but the most advanced culinary techniques." "Spherified tomato soup, cryo-desiccated grilled cheese sandwiches..." "Just the way Poppy used to make them." "Thanks, Vince, I think we were more hoping for lunch than a chemistry lesson." "Cooking is chemistry, Sheriff." "Ooh, what about a burger with nitrogen bacon foam?" "Ooh, burger sounds good." "Oh, come on, bacon's good!" "Look." "Did..." "All right, everybody out!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "People, come on!" "Go!" "Go!" "CARTER:" "Come on!" "Go!" "Go!" "Come on!" "Who's back there?" "Carter!" "Well, that sucks." "It was like..." "It was like a spinning hole and then everything went red." "And then the cafe just collapsed and disappeared." "You saw a naked singularity." "No, that I would have noticed." "That would be a black hole." "Technically speaking, you can't see black holes." "No light reflects off of it." "And the red world was the result of it absorbing most of the color spectrum." "Yeah, but sometimes if it's the right size, you can see a naked singularity around..." "You're right." "Forget it." "The point is black holes in Eureka, bad." "See?" "That I get." "But a collapsing black hole, that might explain the photon burst that sliced the limo." "And the spaghettification of Taggart's truck." "Real term." "But black holes don't just pop up out of nowhere." "Well, no, actually, they pop up all the time." "It's just that they're either too small or they dissipate too quickly for anybody to notice them." "Okay." "So first my PDA has a camera and now black holes are everywhere?" "People need to know these things!" "But something is causing the black holes to stabilize long enough to do major damage." "Well, it can't be Plotkin's rods." "I mean, we turned them off before the cafe was hit." "Yeah, but they're forming randomly now." "There's some other energy source feeding them." "The power drain in the FTL ion reactor." "Oh, that's the battery." "Got that." "Uh, we had a leak in the containment." "Now the escaped ionic energy could have charged the atmosphere around Eureka enough to allow Plotkin's array to stabilize the black holes." "The fuse is now lit." "Maybe you should think about fixing that leak." "No, we did, but if the atmosphere is charged, it takes hours before it dissipates." "Until then, more black holes that could spaghettify Eureka." "Plotkin's rods still attract them, right?" "Maybe we can lead them out of town." "Good." "Someplace remote." "We can place the rods around the lake." "That way we can pen in the black holes long enough for them to dissipate harmlessly and on their own..." "Don't say "theoretically. "" "Theoretically." "Countdown holding at T minus 5 hours, 13 minutes, 59 seconds." "Zane." "Hey." "Hey." "Where you been all day?" "Oh, you know, dealing with the usual stuff." "That bad, huh?" "Mmm." "Yeah." "Look, I have to go." "But I just..." "I wanted to make sure that I caught you before the big launch." "You sure you don't want to come along?" "I mean, we can probably share my bio-pod." "Mmm." "It's very tempting." "Mmm." "But I have some other stuff that I need to do." "I'll be thinking about you." "Hmm." "I'm sure you say that to all your alternate-timeline hookups." "No." "You were never a hookup." "Oh." "I gotta go." "Yeah." "Be safe up there." "I will." "Take care, JoJo." "Wait!" "It's not going to create one of those photon bursts like the thing that sliced through Faux-Bama's car?" "You can unclench, man." "Our rods will absorb any gamma rays." "It's kind of what they do." "Right." "Hit it." "All right." "Holly!" "Oh." "I need to say something before we launch." "Oh." "Do you want to go ahead and do it now, just in case?" "I want to tell you I love you." "Just in case." "Oh, wow, that's really..." "Wow." ""Good" wow?" "Or "how do I tell this joker to back off" wow?" ""How did I get so lucky" wow." "Whoo!" "Well, maybe our second time can be on actual Titan?" "Oh, yeah." "Maybe our third." "This really makes you appreciate how much amazing stuff is out there in the universe that we just never get to see." "I'm going to go with "makes you terrified. "" "Huh." "That's kind of interesting." "Shouldn't the little black dots be blinking out of existence right about now?" "Theoretically." "Yeah, they seem more interested in joining together as one." "Yeah." "Yeah, one big one." "Do you think we should, uh, run?" "Yeah!" "All right, hold on." "Okay." "Nope." "No." "No." "Right there." "My team's cordoned off the area around the black hole." "Secure perimeter is 2 kilometers." "For the moment, but it's still growing." "Yeah, but the good news is my arrays should keep it focused over the lake." "And the bad news is no boating on Lake Archimedes?" "More like no more Eureka." "If we wait for a black hole this size to dissipate on its own, it will release a catastrophic gamma ray burst." "Yeah, and that's like annihilation at the molecular level, which is a total bummer." "Can we make it dissipate?" "Like a smaller boom?" "The heart of a black hole is incredibly dense matter." "To force one to dissipate, we would have to simulate what happens in a hypernova, maybe with a gamma ray laser or an antimatter bomb." "Antimatter, we have that." "The..." "Grandma had..." "The penny trap at the floating bank." "Penning trap." "Yes!" "We've got it here in secure containment." "Yeah, so we grab that, we throw it in the hole and day saved." "In theory." "The problem is the delivery system." "Any conventional bomb casing will spaghettify and detonate too soon." "Hmm." "Hmm." "If only we knew some sort of unconventional bomb maker." "Oh, no, man, no." "I don't roll that way anymore." "I don't..." "I don't do bombs." "Anymore." "I can't." "You will." "Oh, I feel so dirty." "You'll live." "All right, now this is a high-tensile torpedo shell." "I developed it to withstand the pressures of deep-sea deployment." "Or in this case, spaghettification." "All right, where's the antimatter?" "Heads up." "Oh, good timing." "Bullet's ready." "All right." "How do we fire it?" "A projectile launch might rupture the containment shield." "Yeah." "That's why it's going to have to be hand-delivered." "And I'm the delivery boy." "So how close do we have to get it?" "Gauging a minimum safe distance is impossible." "We just need you to get the bomb to the event horizon intact." "So I'm winging it?" "Pretty much." "Better you than me." "You're good to go." "All right, then." "Off to storm the black hole." "Just don't get sucked in." "I may need help with the move, if I say yes." "I love you." "I love you, too." "Just feel the energy, Sheriff." "Shut up." "Be careful." "All right." "Get your own girlfriend." "I have a girlfriend." "Her name is science." "This is going to suck!" "I'm here!" "You should be feeling the tidal pull now!" "Yeah!" "I'm feeling it!" "Am I close enough?" "Carter, deliver the missile..." "Allison?" "Carter?" "We lost him." "Close enough!" "A real black hole!" "Suck on that." "Nice work, partner." "Holy..." "Next one's all yours." "It's almost time." "All those months of preparation, you just have to take a moment." "I mean, you're going to Titan." "Yes, we are." "We're about to get zapped into outer space." "How are you two so calm?" "One small step for man." "One giant leap for Fargo." "Nice one, buddy." "Last chance, people." "I'm ready to jump in." "It's not too late to change your minds." "Too late for you, Parrish." "Must be tough not being a pioneer." "You have no idea." "Hey, Isaac, you are a part of the mission." "Your stasis gel makes all the difference." "Thanks, Doug." "Try not to die up there." "Hey." "Hey." "So about time for bon voyage, huh?" "Yes, thanks to you saving the day again." "I think we have to have a "we" in there somewhere." "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" "Yes, we do." "But if you're thinking about going after any more naked singularities," "I think I'm going to have to pass." "Not the kind of naked I was thinking of." "Oh." "Definitely not singular." "Jack," "I think that we should move in together." "You want to move in?" "Are you sure?" "We will deal with that later." "Right now I'm going to get the crew settled on board." "So right now would be a good time for you to say your goodbyes." "Sure." "Oh, have you spoken with Jo?" "No." "You probably should." "Attention, hangar bay floor." "Astraeus is at T minus 1 hour 30 minutes to launch." "What's going on?" "I was trying to write you a note." "I was always better with weapons than words." "Just going to leave without saying goodbye?" "I don't do goodbyes." "Jo," "I need you." "You're part of the reason I'm going, Carter." "I'm..." "What?" "When you first came to Eureka, you were smug and self-centered." "And you were a really crappy boss." "Wow, you really are bad at goodbyes." "But you found your place here, and you made it a home and now you're making this family and..." "And I consider you a part of my family." "Me, too." "But these last few months have made me realize that everything I do is to prove myself to someone else." "My father, my brothers, my boyfriends and you." "I need to figure out what I want." "You can't figure that out from here?" "I don't think so." "Not yet." "I hope you do." "And, uh, I hope you come back." "Soon." "Me, too." "I'll be seeing you, Carter." "Okay." "She packed my bags last night pre-flight" "Yes, she did" "It's zero hour, 9:00 a. m." "You all right?" "And I'm going to be high..." "I'm going to be watching over you every second." "You better be." "I miss the Earth so much I miss my wife" "All right?" "Gets so lonely out in space" "On such a timeless flight" "As this is" "And I think it's gonna be a long, long time" "Till touch down brings me 'round again to find" "I'm not the man they think I am at home, no, no, no" "I'm a rocket man" "Rocket man..." "Walkabout." "Safe travels, Jo." "I think it's gonna be a long, long time" "I think it's gonna be a long, long time" "So this is it." "A journey for the ages." "Are you ready?" "Hold the fort, but don't get too comfortable." "I am coming back." "I'm counting on that." "Rocket man" "Vital system checks underway." "Initiate activation protocols." "Ah, Sheriff Carter, you're just in time." "Yeah." "I had some goodbyes to say." "Oh, well, you wouldn't want to miss this." "It's an historic moment for Eureka." "All right, can I have everyone's attention?" "When Kennedy announced that we would go to the moon, he said it was the greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked, but it's got to be more than the adventure." "It's..." "It's who we are." "Human beings, explorers, learning more about the universe that we live in, to know more about our place in it." "So good luck to us." "And Godspeed." "I'm done." "Get back to work." "Dr. Deacon, you need to look at that." "Should that be speeding up?" "Absolutely not." "Their destination coordinates are changing." "How?" "Some kind of root line navigational recode." "Pull "B" firewall and get me priority access." "No response." "Pull all the damn firewalls and get me into that system!" "What's going on, Henry?" "What's happening, Doctor?" "I'm locked out of the system." "The ship is about to launch and I can't stop it." "Henry?" "What's happening?" "What the hell is going on?" "None of the computers are responding." "There must be a security override." "The system is actively rejecting it." "That's not a computer crash." "No." "It isn't." "What do you mean?" "Someone else is controlling this launch." "What?" "Mission control, can you hear me?" "Allison, can you hear me?" "Allison, can you hear me?" "We've got to get them out of there." "Team leaders, enter your abort codes." "Now!" "We're locked out, sir, and the countdown is still accelerating." "How is that possible?" "I don't know." "What happens to Dr. Blake if the ship launches?" "Without the bio-pod to protect her from gravitational stresses, the only chance she has is the jump seat." "Well, I'm getting her out of there." "Jack, you can't go out there!" "The FTL is about to reach full power." "Then I'm going to stop it before it does." "I can't let you do that!" "It's too dangerous!" "Oh, fire me!" "Launch sequence initiating." "Oh, my God!" "Abort code denied." "Jack!" "Jack, no!" "What are you doing?" "What happens if he shoots the reactor?" "We won't launch, because none of us will be here." "Command not accepted." "That might work." "What?" "Beating on it?" "If he breaches the cooling chambers, the core centers will shut down to keep the reactor from overheating." "Come on." "Come on, Jack." "Come on." "Warning, reactor core overheating." "The temperature is reaching critical." "It's working." "Come on." "Let's go!" "Reactor core auto-shutdown commencing." "Final launch command initiated." "Does anyone have a reading on the ship?" "Life status?" "Coordinates?" "Anything?" "Where'd they go?"