All language subtitles for S01E12 Visitors From Down The Street (1080p AI Upscale DVD x265 HEVC 10bit AC3 Vertag)

I don't-

We're not there yet.

It's right between decks 18 and 14.

There.

Did you smell that?

I didn't smell anything.

What do you mean?
You didn't smell that?

I don't smell anything.

You're a telepath.

I thought all your senses

were supposed to be enhanced.

I don't use my abilities

unless required to by
the new regulations.

And this has nothing to do-

It smells like something
died out in the tracks.

We've had a maintenance
crew out there 3 times.

They haven't found anything.

Then they haven't looked.

Yes.

Captain, you're
needed on the bridge.

What is it?

We're picking up
a distress signal...

1,500 clicks to starboard.

Identification?

Unknown, sir.

All right. I'm on my way.

Revise destination, bridge deck.

Confirmed.

Send out another
crew. I want that smell

located, identified, and removed.

Aye, sir.

Object is 12 meters in diameter,

short-range engines.

Markings and distress signal

would seem to indicate a life pod.

Not like any we've seen before.

Looks like a first
contact situation.

Aye, sir.

We're reading 2 life signs.

Orders?

We can't leave them out
here to die, Lieutenant.

Send out a rescue
team. Bring her aboard.

Make sure there's a
translator standing by.

Aye, sir.

Bay pressurized. Clear for entry.

All right, let's go, move in.

Get in front of the pod entrance.

Ok, I'll take the right side.

Yes, sir.

One more step and I'll kill you.

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to the Earth
Alliance starship Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague

before it wipes out
all life on Earth.

Anywhere I have to.

Who do you serve?

And who do you trust?

Everyone, just back away!

Put your guns down!

We can't do that.

You in charge here?

I'm the Captain.

Good. I want my ship
recharged and cleared to leave.

We can do that.

And I want him.

That we can't do.

Fine. Well, I'll take somebody else,

but one of you is going with me.

Why? Why are you doing this?

We just saved your life.

Don't give me that!

You won't make me disappear
like everyone else.

I'm going back, and this
time, I'm taking proof.

What proof?

Aah!

Durkani!

Easy!

Take them to the brig.
Hold them for questioning.

Questioning. Is that
what you call it now?

Is that the latest code
word for torture and murder?!

You can kill us, but
you can't kill the truth!

Go!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just a strain.

I'm not used to contact
with alien minds.

Did you have a chance to look around

while you were in there?

Negative.

Projection is allowed
under defense protocol,

but alien or human,

unauthorized scans
are not permitted.

I wouldn't expect
you to do a full scan.

Just a sense of the
room, so to speak.

Showing that we can
obey the new regs

is all that stands between us

and the creation of a new psycorps.

I'm not gonna be the
one to mess that up.

All I got were emotions.

They're confused...

Desperate...

Determined...

And deeply frightened.

Of what?

Us.

Listen...

Durkani, is that you?

Where are you?

Not far. Are you ok?

I came back to the office.

You shouldn't be
there. It's dangerous.

They're watching.

I had to check

just in case they
left anything behind.

Durkani, they burnt the files.

Tore the place apart.
There's nothing left,

except for what we
grabbed on the way out.

What are we gonna do?

Well, you always said

you wanted to go places
you've never been.

Now's the time.

What are you talking about?

Look, we can't go
home, and we can't go

to the authorities
without the proof,

but there's one place we can go

where we can find the proof.

Where's that?

Out there.

Meet me in half an
hour in the usual place.

I'll take it from there.

Well, it looks like
they've calmed down.

Looks like.

Save me from myself.

Have the last cup of coffee in here.

One more, and I'm gonna
be up all night again

starin' at the ceiling.

I swear they're adding
caffeine to this stuff

just to mess with me.

Not as good as the genuine article,

but... It'll do.

You know what else I miss

besides real coffee?

Wind.

I'm not talking about, uh, fans

moving pressurized
air through the vents.

I'm talking wind.

The ebb and the flow of it.

From a breeze, to nothing,

and then wind again.

You never get wind on a starship

or a space station.

Strictly a planetary artifact.

Whenever I got leave,
the first thing I'd do

is go home, hop back in my house,

close my eyes, and just sit there.

Glass of iced tea, my feet up,

and feel the wind on my face.

Now, that's paradise, Lieutenant.

So, what's the latest on our guests?

Dr. Chambers just
finished going over

the latest readings from
the brig med scanner.

Despite appearances, their biology-

especially their cardio,
pulmonary, and neural systems-

is very different from our own.

Then why do they dress like us?

Hell, they even speak English.

Yes, but it's not
their native language.

E.e. g. readouts
indicate a high level

of neural processing whenever
they talk to the guards.

Proving that they're translating

their own language into English.

Exactly.

Now, I've gone over all
the alien contact logs,

wired back to Earth
for more information,

but so far, there's no record

of a species like
this on our charts.

As far as I can tell,

this is the first time
our races have met.

Then how do they know the language?

I have no idea.

I see.

Well, I guess I'm just
gonna have to ask them.

I can do it if you'd like.

First contact protocol
is still in effect.

It's Captain's prerogative,

and I'm curious. I'll do it.

Yes, sir.

Should I apologize now or later?

Since we may not have a later,

now is probably best.

I am sorry I didn't
believe you until now.

All this time, I
thought you were just...

crazy?

Certifiable?

Deluded.

Ah.

But I was wrong.

These aliens really do exist.

That I've always known.
What we have to do now

is make sure we can keep on existing

until we can figure
a way out of here.

Hope I'm not intruding.

Thought I'd see how you were doing.

Make sure you're being
treated all right.

I've been in worse places.

But you know all
about that, don't you?

No, I-

What are you going to do with us?

Well, that depends on you.

We could put you
back in your life pod,

but it only has about
another day of breathable air.

We're not really in a
position to take you home.

And so far, you haven't
given me any reason

to recharge your life pod.

I'm deeply moved by
your desire to help us.

It's a welcome and almost
convincing change of heart.

But given our past history,

you'll forgive me if
I don't believe you.

What past history?

We've checked our files.

There's no record
of any prior contact

between our species.

No, I'm sure there wouldn't be.

Then how do you know our language?

Let's just say that certain
top secret recordings

found their way out of file cabinets

buried half a mile
under the capitol.

I spent years going over them...

decoding them,
learning your language.

I played the tapes for
some of my colleagues,

but they said it was
just random noise.

They wouldn't accept-

Ok, look, I'm lost.

Let's just take this
one step at a time.

You're saying that
there has been contact

between our races?

That's correct.

But there's no proof of that,

aside from your
knowledge of English.

And you could have gotten that

by intercepting broadcasts

that left our world
hundreds of years ago.

There's proof, all right.

It just keeps being erased
every time someone finds it.

Come on. You know the
truth as well as I do.

And what is the truth?

Your people have been
visiting my planet

for centuries.

You've ruined lives,

devastated parts of my world...

and helped create certain
high-placed agencies

within the government
to conceal those facts.

I've dedicated my life...

to exposing this
conspiracy of silence.

No. If this were going
on, I'd know about it.

Assuming you're not lying.

And assuming you're
not lying, either.

All right. You've got my interest.

I'll tell you what.

You say you can prove
these allegations?

Show me. If you can back this up,

I will personally take
you back to your world

so that we can investigate
these charges further.

Is that a deal?

For now.

Good. I'll have one of my people

go to your life pod,
bring anything you need.

You can't be serious.

Did you see his eyes?

I believe he genuinely doesn't know.

Maybe their government

is hiding the truth, same as ours.

You can't trust him.

I don't. I trust no one,

but we have to take this chance,

or we may never make it home alive.

Any luck finding that smell?

Lieutenant,

I've gone over this
whole area 3 times.

There's nothing here.

Tell you the truth,

after poking around
this place for 6 hours,

the only thing that
stinks in here is me.

Hey, you think he'd go for that?

Somehow I doubt it. Keep looking.

Aye, sir.

So far, all our
attempts at space travel

have been limited to
our own solar system.

We sent long-range probes
out to neighboring stars,

but officially, they
didn't find any sign

of intelligent life
elsewhere in the universe.

You say officially.

That's always been the party line.

But then the sightings started.

What sightings?

For years, strange
craft have been seen

hovering in the sky
over rural areas,

seen by reputable people-

businessmen, farmers,
law enforcement.

Here.

This... is a blimp.

I've never seen one
of them personally,

only in history books, but it's-

according to our government,
what you're holding in your hand

is a picture of swamp gases.

And this. This is a
drawing made by a witness

when one of the ships crashed

in the desert area on our world.

They were 6-foot tall,
had hair on their heads,

and small round eyes.

Our government tried to
dismiss the whole thing,

said it was just...

A weather balloon.

You've heard this story.

Somewhere. Go on.

Well, they tried to cover it up,

but this time, we
have physical evidence.

We found this at the
scene of the crash.

We think it's some kind of weapon

or recreational device maybe.

It's both, actually,

depending on how the game goes.

But there's more.

Strange drawings cut into our crops,

music no one's ever heard
before coming through the radio,

but this-this is the supreme insult

to our intelligence.

I told you a moment ago

that we sent out
probes to other stars.

Well, one of them
sent back this image

as it passed over your world.

Because our government maintains

there's no life on other planets,

they insist that those aren't faces.

They say it's a trick
of light and shadow,

an optical illusion.

But this time, we
knew that we had them.

The lie was too
obvious, too transparent.

So we forced the government
to send the probe back

for a second look. They
resisted, of course.

Said it was too
difficult, too expensive,

but we succeeded, and this-

this is the picture we got back.

Go ahead.

Tell me that photo
has not been doctored.

Of course it has.

This is mount rush more on my world.

That's Earth.

Well, then-then you admit
that all this is true.

No, it isn't. But you just said-

that it is my world,
but that doesn't mean

that we're doing
anything to your world.

Look...

What I don't understand

is, where do you fit in all of this?

I've been on the trail
of these sightings

for years...

Trying to prove that
aliens were interfering

with the development of my world.

My partner lyssa joined me

a few years ago.

At first, she didn't believe me.

But then, the proof
started mounting up

until...

Until we had to go.

We were working late...

going over several reported
abductions by your people

when they came for us.

We weren't sure what it meant,

but someone obviously thought

we were getting too
close to the truth,

and our lives were in danger.

Come here. Yeah.

We decided if our lives
were in danger anyway,

we might as well go the whole way.

We decided to stowaway on a ship

bound for the edge
of our solar system

and ejected, hoping to find... you.

And we did.

Well, I'll give you this
- it's a hell of a story.

But you still haven't
answered one question...

why?

What's the goal? You said my people

have been interfering
with yours. How?

When money for our
children's education is cut,

we know it's because the outsiders

want our people to
remain more ignorant

so they can be used and
manipulated more easily.

When public funding
for housing is cut back,

it's because they need the money

to build more secret
underground bases.

The crime and poverty
rates have increased

to keep us off balance.

Every facet of life on my
world has been affected.

This isn't our native
style of dressing.

This has been pushed upon us

by fashion designers
working for the government

so the aliens feel
more at home among us.

So they can move more freely.

Captain, assuming this
is not just some trick

to see how much we've got,

If you-if you truly don't know

that your government is involved,

then I plead with you...

help us.

Come to my world. Your arrival there

will give us all the proof
we've been waiting for.

All right. Let me take

the rest of the night
to look this over.

I'll have a decision by morning.

Thank you.

Bridge to Captain.

Yes.

Long-range scanners

are picking up a ship on approach.

Identification?

Unknown.

Gettin' kind of crowded
out here, Lieutenant.

How am I supposed to sleep?

I expect you to find a
quieter sector next time.

Aye, sir. If they
begin firing on us,

should I tell them to
come back in the morning

When we're all fresher?

Negative. I'm on my way.

Alien ship still on approach.

Have you tried contacting them yet?

Not necessary, sir,
they're hailing us...

in English.

Then we've either got
more of the same race,

or there is one extremely
busy English teacher

hiding out here somewhere.

Put them through.

Aye, sir.

My name is Captain Matthew Gideon

of the starship Excalibur.
Identify yourself.

Special agent Kendarr.

I believe you have intercepted

2 of our citizens.

We would like you
to return them to us

at your first convenience.

May I ask why?

Why?

To execute them, of course.

Refresh me, Lieutenant.

How did we get in the
middle of this again?

I believe it was an
act of mercy, sir.

Remind me never to do that again.

Aye, sir.

No good deed goes unpunished.

I'll have that
embroidered on a sampler

when we have time.

Ah, special agent Kendarr,

welcome to the Excalibur.

Thank you, Captain.

It's a remarkable ship.

Far better than anything
in our own fleet.

Well, then perhaps you'd
like to look around.

We could talk.

Excellent.

This way.

And you can tell me

why you want to kill my houseguests.

And so I would like
to see the prisoners

as soon as possible.

I'll have them brought
up from the brig

so we can talk, but just to talk.

Captain-

I have a slight problem
turning them over to you

knowing that they're
going to be executed.

But surely, Captain,
even on your own world,

there are some offenses

that are punishable by death?

High crimes are usually punishable

by death of personality,

Not physical death. We believe-

but there aresome, are there not?

Mutiny, treason, one or two others.

On my world, there
are very few crimes

that merit the death penalty.

One such is to
commandeer a spacecraft

and take it beyond the limits

of our solar system,
as these 2 have done.

There are many dangerous
races out here, Captain,

most of whom are far
more advanced than we.

The ship that brought me here

is one of only a few
we've built so far,

none of which are capable
of entering hyperspace.

And without the
presence of a jumpgate,

we are limited to
our own small system.

You're at a tactical disadvantage?

Exactly. And until we catch up,

As a duly appointed
law enforcement officer,

it is my responsibility
to make sure that no one

goes out and attracts
the wrong attention.

How can you justify
penalizing your citizens

for contacting aliens,

while at the same time
denying the existence

of any life forms
outside your world?

That denial...

serves a purpose

that would take too long to explain.

But in this case...

do you smell something?

Commander Paine, you're
needed on the flight deck.

Commander Paine to the
flight deck, please.

This way.

That's all.

One thing I don't understand-

you say you've been aware

of other races besides
your own for years,

that you have been monitoring

and recording these transmissions.

That's correct.

So why are both of
you fluent in this one,

in English?

If, in fact, there hasn't been

any prior contact between us,

why all these
sightings on your world?

And why do so many of them

relate specifically
to Earth and humans?

Your story sounds
good on the surface,

but... something doesn't add up.

It will all become clear
soon enough, Captain.

It better.

That's why I wanted to
see you all together.

I figure if I put all
of you in the same room,

Maybe the truth will
wander in by accident.

Lieutenant, you have the helm.

Aye, sir.

I was wondering when
you were gonna show up.

You chose this.

You made it inevitable.

And you-

after everything you
said, you sold us out.

He tried to kill us 3 times.

I just brought you here to talk.

I haven't sold anyone out.

Wait a minute, what are you saying?

Aah!

Don't move!

Listen...

Look, we've been through
this once already.

This doesn't help-

Quiet! And you!

Stay out of my head!

Try anything and he's dead.

Durkani, where are you going to go?

This is my ship.

I control every way
in and every way out.

I want the lightpod recharged

and ready to leave in one hour.

If it's ready, we'll
leave peacefully.

If it isn't, he dies!

Listen to me
- one hour!

They headed down there!

Check the hallways!

Should I get started
embroidering that sampler, sir?

Get me security. I
want them tracked,

and I want to know
how the hell a weapon

got past the scanners.

Nice job pretending to be
a dangerous nut back there.

Who's pretending?

Durkani, this won't work.

You can't hope to escape,

and this is certainly no way

to treat a former employer.

That's right. But unfortunately,

I don't see any barbed
wire laying around,

so you'll just have to wait.

In there!

Go on!

Well, look on the bright side.

If we die here, at least
we'll take him with us.

This is a bright side?

Well, ok, granted, it's not much.

But right now, a quick death

is about all we got
left to hope for.

Make sure everyone gets a look.

Yes, sir.

We've got teams
moving up every deck.

We'll find them soon enough, sir.

Finding them is less of an issue

than what we do once we find them.

Is their lightpod recharged?

Almost. Captain, are you sure

you want to give
in to their demands?

This isn't our fight, Lieutenant.

We got dragged into
the middle of this mess.

It's got nothing to do with us.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can wall up the lot of them,

they can fight it out
to their hearts' content.

Any word on the
landing bay scanners?

We've gone over them
3 times, Captain.

They're in perfect working order.

Then how did Kendarr

smuggle a weapon past them?

I don't know. The scanners are set

to pick up any
known kind of weapon-

slug throwers, energy
weapon, plasma gun.

Then this must be some
new kind of weapon,

something we haven't seen before.

No, these aliens are
less advanced than we are.

It's doubtful they could come up

with a more advanced weapon.

It doesn't make sense.

There's a lot here
that doesn't make sense.

But before this is
over, it will make sense,

or I will have someone's hide

hanging on my office wall.

We've located the intruders, sir.

They're in the level 14 tube.

All right, get a
tactical team up there

in one of the bullet cars.

We'll go in through
the nearest work shaft

and catch them in the middle.

And make sure we can contain
the situation this time.

Aye-aye, sir.

Just in case this doesn't work out,

if you have any last thoughts

you'd like to share
with the rest of us,

now would be a good time.

So you're ok

dying with all of this
on your conscience?

I have...

Nothing on my conscience.

All this is for the best,
for us, even for you.

I'm just a soldier doing my job.

So the lies, the betrayals,

the conspiracy to hide the truth,

that's just part of doing your job?

The truth...

Has never been in
anyone's best interest.

Almost there. Heat 'em up, people!

Let's go, go, go, go!

That's it.

That's what?

That's where that
smell is coming from.

The seals on this waste
disposal tube are loose.

Every time the bullet car comes by,

it probably shakes the whole
thing loose a little bit more.

Oh, it couldn't be that loose.

Lieutenant, I'm looking right at it.

Oh, what is that? Ohh!

Ohh! Ohh!

On the other hand...

keep climbing.

Aye, sir.

Do you smell something?

Yes.

Up! Right now!

That's far enough.

Put the gun down.

Without him, we'll
never get out of here.

Wrong.

You put the gun down,

and we'll make sure you
get out of here safely.

If the other ship interferes,

we'll take care of them.

After we've gone, we'll let him go.

But he'll kill me, Captain.

Nobody is killing anybody,

not on my ship, not on my watch.

I mean it.

Hold it!

I said, freeze!

If we wanted to kill
you, we could do it,

without harming Kendarr.

Frankly, the only thing
I want is for the 2 of you

to get the hell off my
ship as fast as possible,

and take your conspiracies with you.

Come on, let's go.

This way.

Ready, go.

Come on, move.

Well...

there you go.

She's all charged up.

You can leave whenever you want.

Thank you-

don't thank me. Just go.

We're not done with each other yet.

You know that.

We will tell others
what we've seen here.

Without proof,

who's going to believe you?

It doesn't matter
if they believe us.

Sooner or later, the
truth's gonna come out.

The truth is-

out... Of fashion.

Mr. Eilerson just finished
his analysis of this weapon.

It's useless. No charge whatsoever.

That's why we couldn't pick
it up with our scanners.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Then you were never in any danger?

None what so ever.

I wanted him to grab the gun,

and I wanted you to think
the threat was serious,

but I'm not about to put
my own life in danger.

All right, look, I don't
know what kind of game

you're playing here,

but either I get an
explanation right now,

or you are headed straight for the-

no need for threats, Captain.

My mission here is finished,

and I can answer all
your questions now.

You see, my people have a
long history of suspicion

and paranoia,

which has led to an equally
long history of wars,

big wars, small wars,

but mainly civil wars

that started when
our government failed

to live up to a promise.

Once my people find
someone to blame,

that someone usually ends up dead.

Great.

So what does that
have to do with us?

About 200 years ago,

we first picked up communications

from other worlds.

We kept the specifics quiet

for the reasons I told you before.

But then, it hit us.

Aliens, or...

outsiders, as my
people call your kind,

were the perfect scapegoats
for our internal problems.

Then the sightings, the evidence-

it was all created
by you. You set us up.

I assure you it was
nothing personal.

We chose a race at random.
It happened to be yours.

Once we decided which race to use,

we used it to create
a consistent feel

to the sightings, which we staged

and then adamantly
denied afterwards.

The more you make a big deal
out of denying something,

the more people
think it must be true.

Exactly. Once we
created this conspiracy,

we could relax.

When the budget is cut,
why, it must be the aliens.

When something goes wrong,

it's those damned outsiders again.

They... You...

pulled all the strings.

We're just innocent
puppets, forced to obey.

Since they can't get to
you and we're not to blame,

well, we haven't had
a single civil war

since we instituted this new policy,

not a one.

Then why go after Durkani?

A conspiracy needs true believers

out to unmask it,

and true believers
need to feel persecuted.

We don't want him dead.

We need him alive to feed the fire,

keep alive the story
that all our problems

are being caused by aliens.

That's what led us here.

Lately, he's been
feeling frustrated.

Nothing ever leads anywhere.

So we let him get this far,

and were about to stage an event
that would revive his interest-

when we intercepted
his distress signals.

Precisely.

We never imagined we'd
run into the real thing.

But it worked beautifully.

Now he's even more convinced
we're working together.

You've done us a great...

service.

Well, I must be going.

My work is done.

One thing I must say.

In order to create the
illusion of interference

by your race,

I had to study your
culture very carefully.

It has much to commend it-

pizza, ice cream.

It's all become quite...

addictive.

Good-bye, Captain.

Thanks for all your help.

Approaching coordinates.

Are you sure this is where

the alien ship was headed?

Aye, sir.

We tracked Kendarr's
transmissions as he left.

The readings are accurate
to within 15,000 clicks.

Good. Jump to normal space.

Aye, sir. Jump to normal space.

Outstanding, Lieutenant.

Just within firing range.

Sir, we're not going to-

attack? Negative.

The only thing that we're
going to attack is a lie.

I've loaded up 20 of our
planetary surface probes

with the latest version of
the interstellar encyclopedia

and the full record of
everything that happened here

after Kendarr and the
others came aboard.

We're gonna blow this
so-called conspiracy wide open.

Program the controls

to set the probes down in safe areas

near major population centers.

Don't want anybody getting
flattened when they land.

Aye, sir.

Probes away, sir.

Good. That should cause quite a stir

when they find out what's
really been going on.

But can I ask?

Why?

Maybe because this whole thing

offends my sense of honesty.

Maybe because sooner or later

we'll have official
contact with these people,

and I don't want Earth being blamed

for something we didn't do,

but mainly...

I don't like being
played with, used,

or manipulated,

and this should communicate
that lesson very clearly.

They're probably some who'll
say that by doing this,

we're interfering
with their culture.

Probably.

Screw 'em. We let the truth

back into the room, Lieutenant,

and the truth can
take care of itself.

Comm is yours.

Jump back to hyperspace.

Continue on course
to the next target.

Aye, sir.

And where will you be?

I'm going where I can feel

the wind on my face for a while.

Ahh...

Paradise.