All language subtitles for S02E02 - The Exiles

'Moonbase Alpha
status report,

'403 days
after leaving Earth's orbit.

'Dr Helena Russell recording.'

For the sixth consecutive day,

we've been travelling in an area of
space where the stars are so close

that we're constantly bathed
in a lovely blue light.

There are no patients
in medical section,

life-support systems are fine

and the universe about us
is incredibly peaceful.

Looks like a swarm of space bees!

Yeah, every one with an atomic sting
in its tail, maybe.

Range?

980,000 and closing.

Sensor reading?

53 unknown objects.
Dense, metallic. Length, ten feet.

- Unable to compute intention.
- Course?

Away from Alpha.

We have magnification.

- Those are missiles!
- Hold it!

If they're passing, let 'em go.

Commander!

They're turning!

Red alert!

Launch Eagle flights one and two!

Prepare casualty reception.
Rescue units stand by.

Range closing, 180...160...

Raise defence shields.

130...110...

Arm main lasers.

At this closing speed
we'll never get 'em all!

- Eagles on intercept.
- Target!

There are too many of them.
Some are bound to get through.

- Range - critical.
- Prepare to fire!

Commander! Target changing course!

Hold fire!

- They're pulling away!
- No, they're locking into orbit.

- Anything on armament?
- Still insufficient data.

Sensors unable to probe the shell.

Detonation possibilities?

Three - pressure,
time-fuse or remote control.

I want a transporter Eagle
ready for immediate lift-off.

We've got to check them out.

We can't leave 50 missiles
hanging over our heads.

Alan, bring us in close
to that lead pair.

- Tell Tony we'll take it from here.
- Right.

I also want all other Eagles
to return to base.

Tony, Eagle Four. We'll maintain
the mission from here.

Have all the other Eagles
clear the area.

- Eagles One and Two, back to base.
- Confirm, return to base.

Maya.

Thank you.

'Alongside now, Commander.'

Stand by
for depressurisation.

'Standing by.'

'There's no
uniform formation.'

They're in clusters -
two, three and four.

No evidence of electrical activity.

No heat emission.

Rocket motor propulsion. Gas ports.
That means a guidance capacity.

No longer functioning.

- Got anything, John?
- 'Not enough for an assessment.'

'For that, we're going to
have to take a look inside.

'I'm bringing one down.'

Bringing one down?!

Prepare one
of the underground caves.

I wanna be as far from Command
Centre as possible when we open it.

Let's take it home!

You heard the man.

Rescue, Medical and Decontamination
units to underground research area.

Hold those doors!

Stand by.

We've safeguarded
against the obvious dangers,

bacteria, toxic chemicals...

All the rest is guesswork.

Tony, I want you to hook us up
to main computer.

'We're gonna run every single test
possible before we pierce this.'

Fellas, suit up.
We're bringing it in.

All right. Let's go.

- Immediate relay.
- Immediate relay.

Begin the scan.

What have you got?

Theoretical possibilities
about the construction.

But nothing of practical value in
terms of piercing it.

- Helena?
- Without opening it up,

there's no data about the chemical
or bacteriological dangers.

We'll have to go in blind.

All right -
we're gonna cut it with a laser.

Activate all safety precautions.

- Cylinder pierced, Commander.
- Let's take a look.

Moving parts. There's some
sort of mechanism inside.

- Perhaps a detonation device?
- Computer reaction?

No radiation increase,
no bacteriological change,

no pressure variation,
no toxic chemical presence.

Fill it with nitrogen.
Freeze that device.

Stay in there, Helena!
You too, Mathias!

Maya, are you all right?

Commander...

What is it?

It's humanoid.

And we've just killed it.

Dr Russell!

Start the defibrillator.

- He's alive!
- Alive?

- Just barely.
- That's impossible.

The liquid nitrogen
should have frozen him to death.

He was already in deep freeze
before we injected the container.

Cryobiology - the application of
freezing techniques to live tissue.

He's fading. Increase the voltage.

Is there any chance he'll make it?

We still can't assess
the effect of the explosion on him.

- Tony.
- 'Yeah?'

Bring another one
of those containers down.

'Prepare Eagle for launch.
Any particular container?'

- The twin of the one here.
- Right.

Why get another one?
We don't know how to unseal it!

He can tell us how to open it.
Keep him alive!

I'm a doctor, John. I save life
for the sake of saving life.

They know the secret
of space travel.

Some day our survival
may depend on that.

We know part of the answer.

There's a plastic membrane
covering his entire body.

You can't see it -
it's as fine as tissue.

It's insulating his heart against
the electrical stimulation.

- He's fading again.
- Double the voltage.

- It'll kill him!
- Double it.

We have normal respiration.

Nurse...

Cantar...

My name is Cantar.

Cantar?

My people...
You must save my people...

We will if you help us.

Have you...have...
have you sighted the others?

Yes. They're in orbit
around our base.

You must recover them...
immediately...

The cylinders... The cylinders...

- Let him rest, John.
- We've got to know.

How do we open those containers?

They're not constructed...
to withstand gravitational forces.

If they're left in orbit,
they'll shatter...

How do we open them
without blowing them apart?

To relieve the internal pressure...

you must heat the capsule
from the outside...

Heat's seven points off maximum.

Kill it.

Maya.

Zova!

She is my wife.

Those containers
were in pairs.

In pairs, threes or fours,
family groups.

It appealed
to their sadistic sense of humour.

Whose sense of humour?
Where are you from?

I come from Golos -
known to us as the Peace Planet.

- You were invaded?
- No, we were cast out, exiled.

It was an internal struggle.

We were unarmed, helpless.

The others were few in number -
but ruthless.

Is she breathing?

She'll be all right.

You are humane people.
You will save us all, I know that.

Out of the question.

Our life-support facilities
cannot support any more.

It's impossible for us
to bring those containers down.

In 36 of your hours, gravity
will shatter those containers.

Can you stand by
and let that happen?

Can you, Commander?

Dr Russell is in charge
of life-support.

Helena, would you try to explain?

We can't even permit
any new births here on Alpha.

We can barely sustain
the people we have.

You see, Cantar? We have no choice.

We can give you a choice,
Zova and myself.

We can use our skills to increase
your recycling capacity tenfold.

In 36 hours?

If that's all the time we have, yes.

I'm sorry. I can't take the chance.

You say you want to learn the secret

You bring them down
and I will give you the secret.

No.

Then, send us back!

Send Zova and myself back
to die with our people.

Those are people out there,
like you and me!

They look like you and me.
That's all we know.

About their minds,
their motives, we know nothing.

John, they're so young.
Must you always assume the worst?

Yes, where the safety of Alpha
is concerned.

Then what do we do?
Abandon them and watch them die?

Helena,
when I was an astronaut cadet,

I was on a resupply mission
to a Venus space station.

As we were preparing to dock,
a computer diagnosis informed us

that 14 of the scientists
up there were sick,

three already dead.

They had a disease unknown to Earth
against which we had no antidote.

My commander had to make a decision.

He couldn't bring
that disease back to Earth.

We left those men to die.

John, this situation
is entirely different.

These people are free
of any sickness.

And if they can increase
our life-support capacity,

think what it can mean to us!

Helena, they may have something
our sensors can't detect.

My concern
is the survival of this base.

What sort of society
abandons 50 innocent beings?

We're concerned about our survival,
of course, John, but at what price?

Look, you asked what sort
of people they are.

What sort of people are we?

'Commander?'

Have Cantar
come to my quarters immediately.

- Thank you, John.
- Don't thank me yet.

Dr Russell...

Commander...

- John!
- What are you doing?

Have you gone mad?

I had to make sure our weapons
were effective against them.

All right...

Let's let them try to expand
our life-support systems,

but I want security men
on duty at all times.

OK. I'll make sure they're never
alone in Life-Support.

Don't look so worried -
he'll be all right.

He'll regain consciousness
in an hour.

An hour?

It's not such a long time -
and there'll be no ill effects.

'Moonbase Alpha status report -
supplemental. Dr Russell reporting.

'Cantar and Zova have been working
on life-support for 30 hours.

'Other personnel
are back on daily routine,

'doing their jobs when on duty,
relaxing when off.

'We're all grateful Commander Koenig
showed compassion to the aliens.

'There is once again a warm feeling
of well-being on Moonbase Alpha.'

- 'Security, Life-Support.'
- Everything OK?

- 'Yes, sir.'
- Let me know of any changes.

- Tony, I'll be with Dr Russell.
- Right.

Maya, you would be the envy
of every woman on Earth!

To change your hair colour at will,

the colour of your eyes
to match your dress,

Take off a few pounds here,
add an inch there.

To change your very form. Wow!

- 'Helena, can I come in?'
- Give me a minute, John.

I hope he likes it.

Are you quite sure about Commander
Koenig's sense of humour?

Mm-hm.

Helena...

All right...which is it?

Well, of course, I can tell.

Maya can only hold that shape
for one hour. I'll just wait.

- Why wait that long?
- What did you have in mind?

- Very simple. Nothing to it.
- Really?

There was absolutely no difference.

Oh! You know something?

I take back everything nice
I've ever said about you -

including that you're perceptive!

Helena, I think you're needed
in the research unit.

Your friends
are waiting to start work.

And Maya, back to your station.

Yes, Commander.

You're very talented -
that's terrific.

I'm glad you like it.
I was going to give it to you.

- "Was"?
- No difference, huh?

I'll see you in the recreation room.

Lift!

Can't shift it.

Maya, get down here right away!

- 'Medical Section.'
- Emergency, Area B.

- What happened?
- Circuit overload.

- Life-support system.
- Life-support?

- Is it working?
- We're making progress.

We won't know till the final test -
in the power section.

The power section's off limits.
Commander's orders.

I'll talk to him.
I'm sure he'll understand.

I must try again.

Doesn't the sound bother you?

- No.
- It does mine. I'll be out here.

Maya, the girder!

OK, that's it!

Clear!

I don't understand.
It never happened before.

And it won't happen again!

Commander!
We have another casualty in here!

Get those aliens
out of Life-Support! Go!

- Final test.
- Good luck.

Cantar!

Stop!

Commander's orders.
No one's to go in there.

Maya, wait, let's not
explode like a couple of rockets.

Play it cool -
we don't want to panic them, OK?

Maya!

The door's jammed, Commander!

Give me that!

Mator!

Exiles!

A puny weapon against us,
but it has its uses.

Destroy the system and in hours
hundreds will be dead!

Bring Ragnar here.

Tell him Cantar will destroy
all life on Golos unless he comes.

Bring him!

You look at me with surprise,
Dr Russell.

Contempt.

You're like the people
here on Golos -

crippled by your moral ideas
of loyalty, gratitude and fair play!

And you and Zova
are free spirits, I suppose?

Free to hate, threaten and kill!

You're wasting your breath.
He doesn't even understand.

No! Let her speak!

Yes! It amuses us!

- I see why you were exiled.
- But why didn't they kill you?

I have come as you wished, Cantar.

Ragnar! I want Ragnar!

Ragnar is dead.

Long dead. I am Mirella,
chief councillor of Golos.

- His daughter?
- His descendent.

Ragnar died over 300 years ago.

Of course! Time on Golos continued
while we floated frozen in space.

In Ragnar's time, you were cast out
for crimes against our people.

Now you come back with weapons
and threats of destruction!

- Are these your allies?
- We're his prisoners.

Two of you can't hope to hold
all of Golos to ransom forever!

Two of us now -
but there will be more.

On Moonbase Alpha, we have the ideal
platform to recover our people.

Commander Koenig won't let you.

Zova will make sure he does.

- Activity in Life-Support.
- Give me visual.

'Commander Koenig,
I think we should talk.'

A simple arrangement -
you recover our people

and we return Helena Russell
and Tony Verdeschi.

You do know how to show gratitude

Contact is possible.
Can I give him your answer?

You're asking me
to sell a whole planet into slavery?

No, I won't do it.

You forget - we have Dr Russell.

And we have you!

Stop!

Well, Commander?

- All right.
- A word of caution, Commander.

Your life-support systems
are now tuned to my mental processes.

I can destroy them
by simple concentration.

And you would!

If you give me cause.

We will recover the containers.
Begin preparations.

'Yes, Commander.'

You can't do it, Commander!

You think I have a choice?

The transfer process nearly blew
our whole life-support power system.

Transferring 50 more people
would inevitably destroy it!

- Launch recovery Eagles.
- 'Yes, sir.'

- Ten miles, Commander.
- 'All right, Alan.'

Let us know when we're alongside.

Tell them - tell the people
we are the new rulers of Golos.

Tell them, or I will destroy
the main life plant!

People of Golos...

This is your chief councillor
Mirella.

300 years ago...

That protective membrane...

Get his attention. Divert him.

Right.

Those exiles have now returned.

'Alongside, Commander.'

All right. Let's get ready.

- Stand by for depressurisation.
- 'Standing by.'

We have no choice
but to surrender to them.

Later, you'll suffer for this!

Zova!

'The lifeline!
He unhooked it!'

You'll die for what Koenig has done.

You're getting old, Cantar!

I'm young! I was young when Ragnar
was alive and I'm still young!

Time is running out, Cantar!

- Nothing's changed!
- You have changed.

No!

You can't win!
Your protective membrane - it's gone!

It's pierced. Look at yourself!

You're no longer young, Cantar!

You're ageing! Every second,
you're ageing ten years!

Cantar!

You're beginning
to decay, Cantar!

You're getting feeble!

Your mind is slowing down!

Your muscles won't respond!

You're too feeble to fire that gun!

Cantar, you're 300 years old!

Thank you.

On behalf of the millions on Golos,
I thank you.

- Are you all right, Tony?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened?

I'll tell you
when we get back to Alpha.

Can you help us get back to Alpha?

I've double-checked
the calculations.

The anti-gravity effect will return
them to their original course.

Activate!

Commander!

I'm registering a tremendous surge
of energy from the Power Section.

What took you so long?

Who said there was an emergency?

If this was a military base,
you'd be court-martialled.

- Court-martialled?
- Mm-hm.

"Court martial.

"A military or naval trial
for breach of discipline." Me?!

It's all over Alpha. That switch
you pulled on the Commander.

First rule of any chain of command,
don't embarrass the man in charge!

In your world,
a kiss causes embarrassment?

In yours too, since you had
to change into another woman!

It's more fun that way!
Would you like to try?

Go on, Tony.

I'm waiting, Tony!

- You've got a long wait! Ciao!
- Shallow - that's what you are!

What does it matter what I look like
on the outside?

It's still me inside!

Kiss me!

Be known as a man of principle!

I'd sooner be known
as a man of taste!

- Oh, Tony!
- Maya!

I bet there's a big, long story
about how this happened...

I didn't do it.

And you probably think
I look better that way...

- I can explain...
- I bet you can!

- Helena...
- I'll tell you what...

What?

Make me a pretty nose.