All language subtitles for Andromeda S05E02 - The Weight (2)

Previously on Andromeda...

Glamorous Seefra.

What's with the slipfighter?

If the fine citizens
of this place see this,

I'm dead meat. They think the lack
of technology keeps them safe.

That's impossible.

I'm on Tarn Vedra.

Let's play.

You can't hate hope.

Home sweet home.

Good afternoon, denizens of Seefra.

Or good night, depending on
the rotation of your location.

This is Virgil Vox

...and to you, Rhade.

1300.

3000.

You said 3000 already.

Now you're supposed to go lower.

It's a land-craft.

There's a fixed value.

2000 and that's our final offer.

Don't look at me.
I mean, whatever you think.

What I think is this guy
doesn't even have a land-craft.

Questioning me?

No one has my connections.
No one!

Let's just hope no one has
your breath, either.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Please, gentlemen.

We need that land-craft.

So right now we're beggars,
not choosers, okay?

I have clients to take care of.

Clients?

What exactly do you do?

Manicure?

Pedicure? Waxing?

Oh, come on, Rhade.

Hey, hey!

That's mine!

I believe you have something
that belongs to me.

Go!

Get out of here and get a real job.

You won't help me negotiate
for our transportation.

But you'll kill yourself
to get back something

that doesn't even function in this system.

Unlike this comm,

you don't have sentimental value.

That's about the only value it does have.

It's working. It's working.

Maybe when it fell...

It's a code.

It's a UWB signal, I think.

That's a distress signal.

Coordinates and letters.

B... E...

K.

It's Beka.

The universe is a dangerous place,

but in our future, my crew and I,
fight to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt,

captain of the
Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

Even if it is Beka

and even if those are the coordinates
where we can find her--

Yeah, yeah, the message was broadcast
a month ago. I know.

She could be dead by now.

Or it was broadcast from Andromeda's
UWB, and she's still alive.

Which, according to the message,
is where?

Well, let's just say, we won't be
needing that land-craft anymore.

What, now you want me
to find you a jet-craft?

Look, you said the message
is a month old.

If she's not dead,
she's long gone by now.

That doesn't mean
we don't go look for her.

Yes, it does.

I have a business to take care of,
and a very high-paying client

who won't pay me anything

if I don't show up tomorrow
with the jet parts he's after.

If Beka is the one
who sent this message,

Trance, Rommie, and Harper
could be with her.

Hey, stranger things have happened.

You and me showing up here.

I said I'd think about helping you
search this planet,

not the whole nine-planet system.

The coordinates are specific.

A location on the outer edge
above Seefra-9.

We're talking day trip at most.

Yeah, sure.
Soon as we score a jet-craft.

No problem, right?

Except where the hell
are we going to find one?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Come to see if we could settle
our differences and finish the deal.

But it sounds as though your needs

have changed for the better.

Why not make this
easier on yourself?

Answer the questions,
and you'll be on your way.

Who are you?

And where did you come from?

Okay. This is it.

Last request time.

In case anyone finds this ship,

so you know,
that pile of dust you're standing on...

is Beka Valentine.

If the name...
Dylan Hunt rings a bell,

I need you to give him
a message for me.

Tell him...

I spent my last six months,

drifting on the edge of this crazy system
that I couldn't identify

or leave...

because whatever zapped me here

left me here.

Anyway,

I ran out of food
about a week ago,

and water...

three days ago.

And I'm just about to run out of fuel.

So, if you see this Dylan Hunt character,

you give him...

a big hug for me...

and tell him...

thanks.

For what, I'm not actually sure.

Damn it.

Okay, you bastards.

You asked for it.

Come and get me.

Andromeda.

Andromeda.

Come in.

Rommie? Dylan?

Andromeda.

Rommie? Andromeda, come in!

Dead. Dead.

They can't all be dead.

Dylan, are you here?

Are you anywhere, damn it?

I'm detecting over 10,000 enemy vessels.

Within combat radius.

Dylan, I'm uncovering various communi--

Completely fried.

After everything...

there's nothing left.

What the hell.
No stone left unturned.

If I even remember
how to do a code this primitive.

- Mr. Darrega.
- Answer me.

The searchers have finished.

There wasn't another living soul
on the ship

besides that woman.

Then it was her who activated
that primitive UWB beacon.

The only thing operational on the entire
ship, and the only thing primitive.

Our engineers haven't been able to
activate any of its other systems.

Mr. Darrega, she's agreed to talk,

but only to the boss.

What'd I tell ya?

Stream fan 4,

20 PSL, Dual PPIS.

They just don't make
them like this anymore.

As good as new,
and I got a sale going.

Gotta move this beauty fast.

Give us a minute.

Yeah, he'd want to move that inventory
pretty fast. Odds are it's stolen.

It is. Still has the Darrega Corp logo.

Huge transport company
out of Seefra-9. So,

we'd be pulled over by repo patrol before
he's done counting the money.

Well, then things are
breaking your way, Rhade.

After we use it, you take it to
your latest client's chop shop

for its jet parts.

Two Magog with one stone.

I like it.

At least it'll justify this field trip.

One problem.
If we get caught, it all goes to hell.

No, in that case,
I collect the repo reward

and the bounty for turning in
the thief I caught.

- Who?
- You.

Besides, to you the bigger risk is never
knowing if that's really Beka up there.

Shall we proceed with negotiations?

Best price.

Well, of course,
I'll have to speak to the manager.

After we take a test fight.

You mean "test flight."

No, we mean, "test fight."

Some people just don't listen.

Maybe a test flight
would have been smarter.

Let me handle this.

Never met a ship I couldn't fly...

once I figured out the controls.

Good luck. Not only do they look
backwards, they look inside out.

It all comes down to lift
and thrust, Rhade.

No, not that kind of lift and thrust.

Good.

Stream Fan, this is repo patrol.
Land immediately for identification.

I think we're gonna need
some of that lift and thrust.

Stream Fan, do you copy?
Turn around in three seconds

or be mortally disabled.

Well, so much for my bounty reward idea.

- So, what's your plan?
- Well, I never

had one, but now we have
to outrun these guys,

and I still don't know
how to fly this thing.

That's a problem.

Yeah, that's a problem.

That's a big problem.

They're hitting us with stun pulses.

Brilliant. kill us, net the check.

Gotta tell my clients about this.

Yes, it's a great idea,
but in practice--

I'm not liking it too much.

This ship doesn't even have weapons.

Then I'll have to be a better pilot.

Got it!

- Got it? Good. Go.
- Got it.

Hang on.

That's right.
Looking good. Looking good.

We've almost lost them.

And they're... gone.

Not so bad, if I do say so myself.

Yeah, well, this is a far cry
from what I signed on for.

Come on. Cheer up, Rhade.

We get to live.

The boss is on his way down.

In case you were just stalling...

we thought you should meet the Core.

She's hot, huh?

Get close enough...

and the flesh will melt off your bones.

What the hell kind of creature is that?

Who knows? Who cares?

What matters is...

Mr. Darrega doesn't
like having his time wasted.

I said I'd cooperate with your boss,

not with your threats.

I'm sorry we misunderstood,

if you'd said you intended to cooperate.

All I intend to do...

is live.

Untie her.

Per Beka's coordinates,

she should be
around here somewhere.

There aren't many places to hide
a Maru in a system this size.

There is one.

Tell me that isn't a mirage.

Welcome. I don't blame you
for being cautious

after the way my repo patrol
treated you.

Repo?

You mean your goons thought
my ship belonged to you?

Perhaps we can talk over dinner.

Oh, my god.
I haven't eaten in a week.

Where am I?
What system is this,

and where's my Maru?

Your transport is where you left it.

Docked on the Andromeda. Safe.

And where you are is Seefra.

I've never heard of it.

I suppose because
we don't get many visitors.

You have lousy slipstream access.

No wonder you don't get any tourists.

Slip... Slipstream?

Mm-hmm, slipstream.
You know, the thing...

You don't know the thing?

I knew it had to exist.

Everyone says it's a myth, but I've
always wondered, where there's smoke,

is there fire?

So that explains how you
and your enormous ship got here.

Wait a minute.

You're telling me that no one here
knows about slipstream?

Meaning no one ever leaves?

Correct.

I mean, it would be an issue
if anyone wanted to,

but everything we need is here.

Well, almost.

Please don't tell me no women.

It's a bit of a water shortage.

But that's something that
you wouldn't have to worry about.

Mm...

the qualifier.

This is where it always gets good.

I own one of the largest
fleets of commercial

and cargo transport ships in the system,

controlling a network that covers
all nine planets.

And yet you need me.

I need the largest ship
in the Seefra system.

Which apparently
only you can operate.

Yeah, that is if it can ever be...

refueled.

A technicality.

I mean, with your ship and my network,
we would crush the competition

and achieve a complete monopoly.

And that's not even considering
the expansion that slipstream

would have to offer.

Wow, that's quite the trip,

if power's your thing.

And if it's money,

and all the comforts
that money can buy.

It's a round trip.

You would never want for anything
for the rest of your life.

Shall our toast begin the journey?

Yeah. Sure.

To the journey.

It's her.

It's really her.

Andromeda. Andromeda, come in.

Andromeda, this is your captain.
Respond.

Oh, no.

Come on, the comm's working.
I don't understand.

Not that.

That.

What the hell?

Andromeda.

Andromeda?

It's Dylan, your captain.

Not much about this is looking good.

It's never good when you have to
sneak onto your own ship, captain.

Look...

when I get to the bottom of this--

Woah!

I'm not gonna hit her.

You hit her.

I'm not gonna to hit her!

You had her first.

Fine.

You were saying?

I was saying,

someone's going to have
a lot of explaining to do.

But now I'm at heads will roll.

See you at command.

Empty.

Yeah, but not for long.

Andromeda?

Andromeda, report.

Power's at .003%.

Enough for lights and heat only.

There's no central processor.

So at least Darrega Corp hasn't been able
to hack Andromeda's mainframe.

We have to split up.

Search the ship for Beka.

And maybe find Harper, Rommie,
and Trance in the process.

If, by some fluke, they are here,

- they might be in hiding.
- Unless, by some...

fluke, they've been captured
and killed by Darrega Corp.

You are so much fun to have along.

It was only yesterday.

I'm already making deals to
acquire the power necessary

for the Andromeda and the Maru.

But I also have a backup plan.

It's something
I've not told many people, but,

in this past month,
I've come to believe I can trust you.

Well, I'm very good
at keeping secrets. What is it?

The Core. Ten years ago,
when she was found

disoriented and wandering
through the forest

and we discovered her metabolism
was a form of Hydrino fusion,

- I began to have a vision.
- Hydrino fusion.

That a way could be found
to harness that energy...

and perhaps someday
power my entire fleet.

At least.

It certainly would be
a better use for her

than terrorizing prisoners.

People don't get to be as rich
as you by thinking small, do they?

I'm extremely glad you share my vision.

Our vision.

You know, I'm beginning to think
that having you as a partner...

is a better part of the deal than
having the Andromeda.

Yeah.

Far as I can tell, no one's on board

except for a few guards and some engineers

making futile attempts
to unlock the ship's controls.

But you saw someone.

Yeah, yeah, I saw Beka.

She's partnered with
the owner of Darrega Corp.

Huh, well, that explains everything.

Oh, questions haven't begun
to be answered.

What else is there to know?

Beka took the first opportunity
to betray you once again.

The cynical answer isn't always
the right one, Rhade.

She obviously now knows
what we both know.

That this system of nine redundant,

drought-stricken planets
with two man-made suns,

One of which is on the fritz,
is all we have now.

And as long as there's no such thing
as slipstream, Andromeda

is nothing but space junk.

- Leave it!
- I won't abandon my ship.

Suit yourself.

Enjoy the charade.

I have a client to get back to,

and just so this isn't
a total waste of my time,

I'm taking the jet-craft,
with or without you.

Hey, you!

Buddy, you picked the wrong guy
on the wrong day.

Great. Now how the hell
am I supposed to get back?

Dylan.

Mr. Darrega, Miss Valentine,

there's been trouble,
an attempted break-in.

One of the jet-crafts from the stolen list

has been found on one of the hangar decks.

Alert the guards immediately.

That won't be necessary, sir.

It's already starting.

Away.

The wily and stupid crawling out
from the masses to claim our bounty.

Hardly surprising, is it?

I'm sure there'll be more.

Andromeda!

Come on, Andromeda!
You have to hear me!

Andromeda!

What the hell have they done to you,
damn it?

Another negotiation
completed with success.

Here's to a beautiful partnership,

one that's just beginning.

And to the end of thieves who think
they can get away with stealing from us.

The end of having to think about them.

What are you going to do
with the prisoner, anyway?

Got him stashed somewhere
dark and cold, I hope.

He'll be killed.

Is that really necessary?

What better deterrent to the others?

Maybe.

On the other hand,
why not just keep him in chains for life?

Yes.

On the other hand, you could be
more loyal to Dylan Hunt than to me.

What are you saying?

I found out our thief
is your former captain.

The one whose image
hangs in the conference gallery.

Are you going to pretend that you
didn't recognize him?

- I never intended--
- To tell me...

- Ever.
- That's not what I was going to say.

Were you concealing the fact to
protect yourself, or to protect him?

You.

I didn't want you worrying
that I'd welch on our deal.

I swear, that's all it was.

Come on, be serious.
Why would I side with him?

What does he have to offer me? Nothing.

He doesn't even have a cause anymore

and that's all I was ever loyal
to in the first place.

The cause,
the fricking Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth?

Never mind what that is.

It doesn't matter.

Then why do you care
what happens to him?

I don't know.

Guilt?

Like I said,
the guy has nothing left.

I feel sorry for him.

Not sorry enough to let him go.

He still has to pay
for stealing one of our jet-crafts.

But sorry enough
not to want to have him killed.

Jonah,

you've got to believe me.

I need time to think.

Ah, that's right, command is this way.
How could I forget?

Take it easy.

What, do you get paid by the push?

Come on, Andromeda.

We've been at this all night.

Talk to me.

What are you requesting?

All right. Good.
Okay, look. Here's what--

Conversation terminated.

Yeah.

I'm getting a little tired
of hearing that.

Miss Valentine,

I was sent to collect you
for Mr. Darrega.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

You know, you guys are the worst
welcome wagon ever.

Welcome, Captain Hunt.

Ah, that's a little more like it.

Welcome to you too. Now, how about
we get rid of these chains, huh?

Because I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, look. You brought your date.

Where's mine?

It was difficult for me last night.

I really do want to trust you.

But?

Though I'm a businessman
and a believer in science,

I'm also a Seefran,
and I believe in things,

forces we cannot see.

So, I've resolved to let fate decide.

My punishment?

No, Beka. Your loyalty.

Well, you might want to
test her on something else.

You see, loyalty isn't
one of her strong suits.

The cylinder before you was brought here
from my home planet last night.

Aw, that's for me? You shouldn't have.

Really, you shouldn't have.

Inside it is the Core,

a being whose proximity
will melt you on the spot.

Please, open them, my darling.

Remote activators.

Correct. Though they look similar,

each performs a very different function.

Oh, well, let me guess.

One opens that...

cylinder and releases
this "Core" creature?

Very good, captain.

The other triggers a countdown
to a missile that,

launched from my home planet,

will come directly to this ship
and destroy it.

We'll have time to disembark.

You would destroy the Andromeda...
after everything--

My dear, without your loyalty
or your skills,

what good is this ship to me?

Excuse me,
but this sounds like a really bad deal,

because apparently I die either way.

Not necessarily.

If she chooses the missile, you will be
evacuated with the rest of us,

your life spared.

Though the rest of it,
you'll both spend in chains.

Ah, okay. I feel better now.

But if Beka is loyal to me, she'll choose
the Core, which means your death.

And the Andromeda
and our partnership will survive.

I'm ready when you are.

Make your choice.

Darling, you haven't
told me which is which.

I don't intend to.

As I said, fate is going to decide.
Fate will tell you how to choose.

That's how I'll know
what's in your heart.

You want me to guess?

Go for it, Beka.

Go for it.

Go ahead, Beka. Choose.

How could you do this to me?

If you'd just been honest with me
from the start--

No, Jonah, I don't believe in fate.

Whatever I choose, will be pure,
dumb, random chance.

That we could lose everything.

You're not going to be
able to change his mind, Beka.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

It just doesn't matter.

Like the man said,

fate's going to do all the work.

Hello, Trance.

It's me, Dylan.

What is this, some kind of trick?

Well, it sure wasn't
much of a gamble. Beka,

hit the other remote.

They both open the cylinder.

Yeah. He never had any intention
of destroying Andromeda.

Trance, it's okay.

Go back inside.

Guard, give the order.

Silo eight, 10 minutes.

Now what are you doing?

You may laugh at our technology,

but when it comes to protection, defense,
we are a power to be reckoned with.

A missile is on its way.

To penetrate this ship
and poison the atmosphere.

And until my engineers decipher
the control schematics, no one

will be allowed on board.

Let alone take this ship over.

He was right.

I would never destroy Andromeda.

You're another story, captain.

Along with anyone else who thinks
that they can steal from me.

Stealing? Steal what? This is my ship!

Beka, hey. Hey, Beka!

- Beka, how about...
- Hey!

Jonah! Jonah, wait.

Under the circumstances, no Andromeda.

Our deal is over.

What have you done with the Maru?

I had it taken back to the surface
last night. It's safe.

And me?

You were never completely honest with me.

You'd have to settle for working
as a cargo pilot.

Until you regain my trust.

If that's not acceptable...

be loyal to your captain.

Stay here, die with him
and his new friend.

The only one I'm loyal
to anymore is myself.

And you're the one
who'd have to regain my trust.

I really did love you.

Hey,

thanks, Beka.
See, isn't teamwork a great thing?

Teamwork, Dylan?

That's funny.

That's what almost killed me.

You know, I had a lot of time
to think that one over, actually.

Six months, to be exact--

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Blame me for everything that happened.

You know, why didn't you just leave
with your boyfriend?

Hey! There's no functioning
escape pods. What's the plan?

You know what I missed most

while I was out there orbiting,

all alone, without food or water,
abandoned?

If we could have this
conversation later--

The chance to tell you how damned
disposable you made me feel.

After everything I did.

Dylan, do you have a plan to stop
the missiles heading our way?

Or are you two going to argue
us to death?

Dylan?

The plan is for Trance
to power the ship's generator

enough so we can fire a counter missile.

Trance?

She's the reason
we're in this mess in the first place.

We're still alive because of her.

And right now, she's the only shot
we have to stay alive,

so say nice things.

I'll help you, if it'll help me.

From now on,
if there is a "from now on,"

that's how it's got to be.

So, nothing's changed after all.

Oh, uh, you might
want to shield your eyes,

but only to preserve
your eyesight, okay?

Don't do it for me.

As long as it's fast.
I don't want to die

at least not until tomorrow.

It'll be fast.

Trance...

please come out.
We need your help.

I need you to go

to the command center's
central station.

Give it all you can, Trance.

It's working.
Main generator's powering up.

Launching counter
missile in five seconds.

In three... two...

one... firing.

Good work, Trance.

You can stop now.

Trance...

thank you... again.

I think I know you.

But who are they?

And where am I?

Your, uh, your memory
has been affected.

The power she used
to tesseract us all to where we are

took away her substance.

Andromeda.

I missed you too, captain.

The power I took from Trance to launch
the missile reversed her mass depletion

and gave some, but not all,
of that substance back.

So I guess a hug
is out of the question?

Tesseracted.

My God, it never occurred to me.

I was flying the Maru,
trying to get away.

I thought everyone was dead,

and suddenly,

something happened.

It was traveling through a tunnel...

like the time we dropped
through that Mobius wave.

I was dying,

and then I was on Seefra.

But that's just the half of it.

This is all too strange.

So we have Trance
to thank for our survival.

I hope somehow,
we can repay the favor.

Now if only we had Rommie and Harper.

Well, we found each other.

We're just going
to have to find them too.