But I need a supercomputer,
which is not readily available in 1970.
We have a supercomputer.
Gideon is off-line.
I'm not talking about Gideon.
You don't even know my question.
At what angle do we need to re-enter
the Earth's atmosphere?
I'm from the 22nd century;
I've learned astro-navigation in grade school.
Or don't you trust me?
The re-entry angle needs to be 38 degrees.
How do you know?
He wants to get back to Earth.
Same as the rest of us.
So that he can kill us when we land.
I'm with Amaya, grudgingly.
I don't trust him.
does 38 degrees sound right to you?
It--it could be, but without more time I--
I can't be certain.
We haven't gotten any time.
Someone needs to make a decision.
You're the Captain.
Do you trust Thawne about this,
after everything that he's done?
Then I trust Ray.
Stein, we're a go for re-entry.
If we don't adjust the angle, we'll burn up.
The thrusters are toast.
In a few seconds we're all gonna be toast.
We need to blow the cargo bay door.
- What? - He's right.
The depressurization will correct your angle of descent.
The air pressure is too great.
If anyone opens up the door at mid-descent...
- I'll go. - Where is Henry?
I'm in the cargo bay.
It's the only way to right the ship.
Talk me through this.
You have to secure the inner door first.
Right, there should be a lever to your, uh,
to your left.
I see it.
Hey, don't! Don't do this.
I am so sorry, Nathaniel.
不 不 你一旦打开舱门
No, no, you open that door,
the explosive decompression will suck you out.
If I don't, you will all die.
I can do it. Let me do it.
I have powers now.
No, no. I won't let you risk your life.
I have fulfilled my duty,
protecting my piece of the Spear.
But I'm just a grunt.
Now it's your turn.
You can figure out a way to destroy the Spear.
Don't let it ruin another person's life.
Your son is at Mission Control.
He's there, he's waiting for you.
Give him a message for me.
I'm sorry for leaving.
Don't. Please don't.
Commander Heywood's done it.
We're gonna make it.
Yes, we are.
It's a funny thing
about Rip Hunter's anti-speedster weapons:
I invented them.
I knew you'd escape.
You're on the run.
Because you're a time remnant.
You should have died when Eddie Thawne killed himself.
And now something's chasing you,
trying to correct the Aberration.
One of history's worst monsters.
Speak of the devil.
Well, I guess you won't have time
to search the ship for the Spear now, will you?
Till we meet again, Raymond.
It's pretty cool, huh?
Got to witness history.
You an astronaut?
No, no, I'm...
I wish I was that brave.
They made it home.
Not all of them.
They're my dad's.
Or they were.
He was gone before I knew him.
I'm sure he was sorry he left.
My dad wasn't really there for me either.
But I knew he loved me.
He just, um...
just couldn't show me.
It's not fair.
No, it's not.
But if you can accept that,
you'll be a better man for it.
You and your son.
Only as metaphor.
You're in here feeling sorry for yourself?
Oh, no, I've got more than one way
of feeling sorry for myself, surely.