All language subtitles for Starhunter Redux S02E17 The Heir and the Spare

So, what do you think?

Scrap the whole thing and start again.

Well, we were talking about
powering up the antimatter drive.

About getting to hyperspace.

That's weird, I must have forgotten.

Why can't you have a
normal conversation about this?

Pass me that PDA.

Oh, come on!

Officer Halperin, please
understand a couple of things.

This Alex Arroyan
bounces from planet to planet,

and the crime of fleecing rich women
isn't exactly easy to track. I mean,

most of his victims don't
even want to talk to us.

We don't pay out 100,000
credits for an easy ride.

Those victims clearly do.

The good news is we
tracked him to Jupiter Space.

Apparently he's been working the
stations there looking for the next lucky lady.

Very well, Mr. Montana, but
our patience has a limit.

You'll have Alex Arroyan
gift-wrapped and back on Mars in 48 hours.

I'll hold you to that.

A little edgy, I thought.

Yeah, she could do with a
bit of what Alex is offering.

Are you speaking from personal experience?

Fading memory, unfortunately.

Honestly, Marcus, enough about hyperspace.

Why are you so adamant that
something's going to go wrong?

I lost my uncle to something
going wrong. Call me crazy.

Has it ever occurred to you
that maybe you need to get

to hyperspace because
Dante can't get back to you?

No.

So what if you're just
hanging around for nothing?

The PDA? Yeah.

Sorry.

Whoa!

You did do that
slowly, didn't you? Slowish.

Wow.

Maybe the return current
wasn't modulated properly.

Yeah, probably.

Well... Maybe
everything's gonna be all right.

Carl, what's going on? A major energy
surge has occurred in the technical conduit.

The wave is impacting all systems.

This will have a
catastrophic effect on the

reactor core if not
attended to immediately.

Percy?

We're handling it. What's the problem?

A little modulation problem.

Nothing.

Are you in car privacy mode?

Of course.

Look, it was just one of
those things, okay? Well, that's

enlightening, Marcus.
Carl, what's the damage?

Power to the main engines.
It's down by 37%. What's new?

Well, someone better get back down
there and start looking for answers.

I suppose he's talking about me.

And we've got to come up with a
plan for this Arroyan character.

What? It's me.

Yeah?

Well, can I come in?

Yeah?

What?

Uh, Travis wants us to
run some diagnostics.

Can you do it? I have to sleep.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Pretty crazy down there today, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Freaky.

Well, sleep tight.

Seems our main problem
is identifying this guy,

given the amount of
cosmetic surgeries he's had.

Well, if we can't find
him, we're game to find us.

What we really need is an
irresistible treat for the bait.

Come on, guys.

Why me?

I mean, Percy could... Yeah,
yeah, yeah, I get the idea.

Man be stupid not to rise to that bait.
I said none of them get in Orion's way.

Yeah, well, this we split up.

Whoa.

I'm going to be rude and ask to sit down.

I'm not going to be worried
that I'm going to bother you.

You're a beautiful woman.

Met this problem many times
before, and you're confident.

The rays of wit reduce me to cosmic dust.

If I ask you to hold a
second and consider that I'm

a man that might have
heard that line already,

how would you feel if you saw,
and you're an intelligent woman,

that I was really very disappointed?

Not at the rejection, I could cope with
that, but at your lack of originality.

I refuse for that to be
the start of our love story.

I'd say you've earned a seat.

Ah, yes.

There is no sound more
beautiful than that word whispered by

a beautiful woman who has the
courage to fly to the stars.

And what exactly did I say yes to?

You can never know. That's the whole
point. We all know what no brings.

It brings more of the
same. It lets nothing in.

But a yes is a real deep breath.

A vote for uncertainty.

Do I get a name?

Right now, I have no name or identity.

I was sitting there.

I knew who I was. Then I saw you.

Now, come with me for a walk.

This is the wrong place. Okay.

Where are you going to take me?

Up a blind alley.

Who knows? And what will we do then?

I can't be sure.

Perhaps this is a good start.

Bodyguard?

No.

Your brother?

Yes, again.

Your husband?

Alex O'Royan.

Not if this is a bad
moment to be Alex O'Royan.

Travis Montana.

You don't mind if I kill this, do you?

Is it me, or is it just hot in here?

Here, take it.

It obviously means something to you.

Actually, no.

Never deny your feelings.
That drives the women away.

Thanks for the tip. Now get up.

My arm. Careful, will you? I feel you a
bit overzealous there, sir. Interesting,

painful, and interesting.

Interesting?

God's truth, my love. When the
circumstances were different, I could truly love you.

Ah, ah.

Carvergio?

Yes, Percy.

What are your plans?

Plans?

Yeah.

For when we're not bounty hunters anymore.

My duty is to stay with the
Tulip and protect its crew.

I have no plans.

So you're not waiting for Dante?

Waiting?

Hmm.

I wouldn't say so. My
duties keep me fully occupied.

You just have to stay.

You can go now, Kara.

Please know, my dear ravishing
beauty, that I only steal as a last resort.

That is, when I'm
totally broke, as I am now.

Normally, my ladies are only too happy
to provide me with the comforts of life.

Like the codes to their bank account.

Sarcasm is not the coming of the
lady. And you, my dear, are a lady.

Well, when he's right, he's right.

When he's right.

No broken bones, some swelling,
minor contusions and bruising.

Minor?

We could debate that.

Ah, Casanova in restraints.

Probably his favourite position.

Um, it wouldn't be a nuisance, but
would it be a problem if I could sit up?

Marcus?

Very kind, I'm sure.

Marcus, is it?

Well, looks like we're going to bring back

a bounty in one piece. Makes a change, eh?

Not that Eva Halperin seemed
particularly fussy about the shape he was in.

Eva Halperin.

Mars Federation.

Eva Halperin.

Well, this should be good.

I'd like a front row seat, please.

Done.

Car, contact Eva Halperin.

Pass her through in here.

Of course.

Ah, Miss Halperin, you'll be
pleased to see we have Mr. Orion with us.

Eva, I've missed you terribly.

Can you ever forgive me for
rushing off into the night?

I simply couldn't bear our happiness.

You evil son of a... Mr. Montana,

I assure you this case is nothing
more than a criminal investigation.

Darling, don't do this.

What did I really take
from you but your loneliness

and your fear of intimacy? Shut up, Alex.

I don't want thanks, Eva, but... I
hate to say this, but this is ungrateful.

I expected better of you.

Just bring him in, Mr. Montana.

My pleasure.

She's actually a lovely woman.

Sad, really.

There's a jail on Earth in the Siberian
tropics. It's actually set in a swamp.

Swamp markers.

Cages half-submerged in
effluent piped in from the villages.

Mosquitoes by the billions.

Cockroaches the size of chickens.

Not that I've actually been
incarcerated there. Who's the thorn?

Well, this brig that Travis spoke
about, it's nothing like that, is it?

I have an aversion to filth, you see.

Well, I don't much like dirt myself, but
on this ship, it comes with the territory.

How unpleasant for you.

Fine linen and champagne is more my style.

It'd be mine, too, if I had the choice.

I thought I detected a
civilized error about you.

No, you didn't.

Perhaps I didn't taste fairy
according to our upbringing.

Why were you born and raised?

Hey, Percy.

Where are you going?

Engineering.

Diagnostics.

I did that already.

I'll do it again.

Oh, I see.

See what?

My advice, my friend,
it's already a lost cause.

There is no cause.

Good. Because that woman's in
pain. What are you talking about?

My line, you learn to read them.

You don't approach the damaged ones.

Marcus, I would
appreciate a word after you've

locked the prisoner up.
Yeah, go ahead, Carl.

I think this is something you
may want to discuss in private.

So, what's so hush-hush? What
is your opinion of our prisoner?

He's, uh, an idiot who's full of himself.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

And why's that?

I ran the standard blood and
DNA test for possible infection.

Don't tell me the rats caught the plague.

He's as healthy as you are,
which is hardly surprising,

since his DNA is identical to yours.

What?

Yours.

His.

He is your brother.

And more than that,
he's your identical twin.

Identical twin? We look nothing like
each other. What are you on about, Carr?

What?

My scans detected numerous
signs of surgical alteration.

He has recreated
himself on a regular basis,

no doubt to further his criminal
endeavors and to evade capture. Okay, stop.

We're in privacy mode, yes?

Indeed.

Car, this is not possible.

I was a test tube baby. I came
to term in an artificial womb.

My parents, whoever the hell they were,

couldn't even be bothered to
come for me when I was born.

I've always been on my own.

No way. There's no way
there were two of us.

The story you know...

It's what they told you at the orphanage.

Yeah.

Then they must not have
known the whole story.

Not a word of this to
anyone, Carr. Understood?

You have my word.

Problem?

Power coupling relays got a
bit fried, which was my fault.

You'll be fine.

I will?

Yeah.

Just relax.

Yeah, I'm relaxed.

Why won't you take it?

Can I help with anything?

Try a sub route. Sub route. Sub route.

What?

Why won't you take it?

What did you do, Percy?

Yeah, I did something wrong.

Well, I'll see you later.

Hello?

So you knew? Not exactly.

After all, I know what I used to
look like. I mean, originally.

I've had some work done.

Yeah, so I've been told.

When you walked into the
infirmary, it was me walking in.

I got to thinking.

Caravaggio confirms this, does he?

Yeah.

Well, come on.

It's not that bad a piece of news.

Oh, but it is.

Scanners are detecting two
heavily armed ships coming into range.

They are increasing speed to intercept.

Let's see him.

One of the vessels is hailing us.

Put him through.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I promise not to take up
too much of your time.

My name is Yatin Sarat.

You have on board a man named Alex Arion.

I'd like you to hand him over to
me. Is that right, Mr. Sarat, is it?

I'm afraid Mr. Arion is our
prisoner, and as such, he remains here.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You have five minutes to reconsider.

Well, young Alex hasn't
made many friends, has he?

I don't know about that.

Marcus?

Yeah?

Does Mr. Arroyan have any idea why a
Jaden Sarat is threatening to kill us all?

Uh...

Not a fan, no.

Didn't think so.

Marcus, perhaps you'd like
to join us on the bridge?

On my way.

Percy, tell me we have full power.

I'd love to. I really
would, but I'm welding.

Welding what?

Percy out.

I couldn't rely on her,
mate. She's, um, stressed.

Look, I've got a ghost, so just tell
me, is Sarah a bounty hunter? Not really.

He only hunts one thing, me.

A vengeful husband, is he?

If only.

He wants me dead, and he'll come
hunting after you for the same reason.

And what's that?

Look, I don't want to see you
and your friends blown away.

Let me go. Give me a shuttle. I'll
try and make it out to Sin City.

I've got a friend there
who can hide me for a while.

This is another con.

You think I changed the
way I look for the women?

Come on, trust me. I'm your brother.

Yeah, well, I don't feel like I
have very strong family ties just now.

Our lives are in each other's hands.

Let me go, and at least you'll be saved.

Carr? Yes, Marcus.

Power of the Shoal.

Acknowledged.

Shuttle powering up.

Beginning shuttle bay
doors retraction sequence.

Yes, car, and why would you be doing that?

As per Marcus's request, he and Alex
Arroyan are en route to the shuttle bay.

Okay. Marcus?

I know, I know, just
don't overwrite the sequence.

Why the hell not?

Just don't, I know what I'm doing.

Marcus, don't make me
have to come down there.

Just give us some
cover, we'll be okay. Okay.

Marcus, we don't have full power.

Just do what you can, and trust me.

Yeah, well, guess we have to.

Our five minutes are up.

Weapons online.

Make them back off. Fire
lasers across their bow.

Right.

Firing.

Shuttle's away.

Sarat's going out to the shuttle.

Try and maneuver us between them.

I'll try.

And target torpedoes for contact.

Sarah's ship is bugging out.
Percy, can we keep up with the shuttle?

Um... Not unless we all paddle.

Car, any idea where they're heading?

The shuttle's
trajectory suggests Io orbital.

Sin City, of course. The con man's
mecca. Where else would Alex go?

Yeah, but why is Marcus
going along for the ride?

I can't respond.

Sarah will track us.

I can't respond because I don't
know the answer to the question.

Now suppose you tell me. Easy,
brother. Stop calling me brother, please.

What do I need with a brother
like you? Sarah will be offended.

He's the warlord of a major
criminal faction on Europa.

25 years ago, he murdered most
of the planet's royal family.

What was left of them was
deposited in a test tube.

You've lost him?

I didn't say that. Actually, he's under
the protection of one of my best men.

I don't want him under
protection. I want him under lock and key.

Mr. Montana, we've passed
you a great deal of work.

I would hate to feel like
we had to look elsewhere.

I repeat, we have him.

You'd better.

I'll be checking in again shortly.

Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned, not to mention humiliated.

What are you spinning me here?

I'm telling you the truth. You're a con
man. You don't know what the truth is.

I wish people make a little
effort to understand our business.

Knowing the truth is essential to
us. How can we bend it otherwise?

We're probably more in touch with the
truth than anybody. Why should I believe you?

Oh, be patient. I'm taking you
to someone you will believe.

Hi.

So I come down here and see,
uh... I'll get you to Io Orbital.

I promise. It's just only
so much I can do, you know?

The tube is running out of years.

It's hard to find a
good vein after a while.

Well, if anyone can find one, you can.

Thanks.

You okay? It's just a spot.

Yeah.

I know.

Great, well, I'll leave you to it then.

Give me a shot if you need anything.

I'm buried. I'm buried.

What's alien?

Meet Marcus.

Marcus, say hello to your uncle.

He's a very close family friend.

Marcus is my twin. He needs to hear
his story. He won't believe it from me.

Your father.

I'm looking at your father.

Callie, any sign of Saret's ship?

Afraid none.

Who are we after, then?
Margus, Alex, or Serrat?

Yes.

Saret and his clan were convinced
they'd killed off your entire dynasty.

They bombed a family wedding.

Your elder sister.

They swept away freedom and
justice and replaced it with

corruption and blood
feud. So how did we survive?

Your parents confided in me that there was

one fertilized egg
being kept in a biobank.

The egg had been allowed to divide,

the idea being that one baby would
become the heir, the other a spare,

a sort of blank, for purposes of organ
donation, should the need ever arise.

Oh, yeah?

And which one's me?

Don't panic.

I'm not missing any essentials at
present. Do you think you're funny?

Maybe not.

Just then.

Well, we made it.

Car, nothing from Marcus yet?

I've been hailing him. I read
no malfunction of his comm unit,

so I can only assume he's ignoring me.

I left the killings and rescued the eggs.

They were brought to term
here in an artificial womb.

You can get anything you want in Sin City.

And under a variety of names,
I brought Alex up as my son.

And what about me?

The backup, the blank? I
placed you in an orphanage.

And you just forgot about me? Yes.

Deliberately.

I didn't know.

Why?

If the Sarratt family ever caught us, at
least there'd be one of you out there.

To do what, exactly?

Wilkes told me the truth about
our family when I came of age.

I suppose he was hoping that I'd
lead a coup against the Sarrats,

but I'm not that sort, Marcus.

Perhaps our father was.

Perhaps you are.

But I like living too much to
want to die. No, no, listen.

Listen, with the two of you together,

the Mirandolas could
reclaim their rightful place.

Mirandolas? Your family name.

I named you Octavius.

Great.

And I, dear brother, was Antony.

No, look, I'm sorry.

I'm Marcus Fagan. That's my name.

I'm not carrying the problems of your
world on my shoulders. I have enough already.

I'm sorry.

So let me go and we can both run.

Come on, Marcus. Let me go. The
truth is, you're a Mirandola.

Nothing you do will ever change that.

Give me a gun. Give me a
gun! I'm your brother!

I can hardly believe this DNA report.

Two for the price of one.

Good fortune piling up all around me.

So, now we're all together, we
can sort out Europa's problems.

To be candid, at the moment,

we're experiencing a little
unrest amongst the natives,

who have dreams of liberty and peace.

So what do you want us for?

Clearly something, or you would
have bumped yourself straight away.

Simple.

We'd like you to rule, Alex.

Your brother here would do, I suppose,

but you're better acquainted with the
history, with what is required of a king.

Doesn't sound so bad.

It will.

I don't know.

Saret.

Of course, when I say rule, don't panic.

There'll be plenty of
friends standing behind you.

Pulling the strings.

Do you take us for
being completely stupid?

I don't want to seem rude, but I
thought that Plan A was really worth a try,

and don't rule it out of hand too easily,
unless you want to hear what Plan B is.

We tracking Saret yet?

He's on the edge of Scanning Ranch.
Looks like he's headed for Europa.

Percy, we need everything you've got.

Fixes might not hold if
you go to full power.

That is officially everything I got.

Get us out of your car.

Acknowledged.

This is no good. No, probably not.

I'll put this as gently as I can.

We're going to kill you, Alex. Clone you
and set your clone up as the new leader.

And, uh, Marcus, isn't it?

Marcus, yes.

Much less complicated.

We're simply going to cut
your brain out and keep

your body as a blank
in case of emergencies.

I believe that was the original
idea until Wilkes-Hallion interfered.

Life works in strange circles, doesn't it?

I'm very sensitively bothered.

Thank you, Aaron.

We're going on Saret's ship, but we're
not going to catch him at this rate.

Not before he reaches Europa.

Car, can we risk full
power to the engines?

Certainly we can take the risk.

Go to full power, Car.

Acknowledged. Engaging full power.

Number three and number
seven reactor coils have failed.

I am compensating.

Numbers four and five now
showing red zone warnings.

Does that mean I'm going to slip
on a dress and start singing again?

I would not recommend full power for
much longer, if that is what you mean.

Maintain speed, cop.

Of course.

Cargaggio?

Yes, madam.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for what, Percy?

You know, stuff.

I've always wanted to know my brother.

I'm so glad we met.

Sorry.

Almost in range.

Car, how are we holding up?

The core is overloaded.

I can't be precise, but I would expect
a massive implosion in three minutes.

He had to ask.

Yeah.

Technically, I'm not
really trained to do this,

but you just follow instructions, I guess.

Last chance, Alex.

Tell him to get stuffed.

It's not your call, is it?

It's your brother's here.

Well?

Get stuffed.

Then this is the way it will be.

Can we outrun them? We thought so, sir,
but they suddenly picked up a lot of speed.

I see you're amazing.

Get me Montana.

Ah, Mr. Sarratt. Good of you to call.

Mr. Montana.

We'd be happy to return your crew
member in exchange for safe passage,

if that's what this is about.
Oh, I can lose a crew member?

But I'm not giving up the
100,000 riding on a Royan.

You can't expect me to believe that you'd
blow us up with your crew member on board.

No, I don't. Ask him. He knows.

If I can't have my
bounty, I give you my word.

No one will. A caring
employer you have there.

It's difficult to choose
between the two of you.

He won't carry out his threat.

Of course he will.

When you join the Tulip, it's business. We

all know the rules. That's why we're good.

Not even a crew member gets
in the way of the bounty.

And you steal from us.

And you're marked. And
eventually we'll find you.

We don't bother to ask for an
explanation. But Marcus, stealing is one thing.

What you do is murder.

Bit late to take the moral
high ground, isn't it, brother?

We're dead either way.

I had no idea.

Bridge. Sir?

Tell Montana he can come
and get his precious bounty.

Aye, sir. I'm sure we'll
meet again, gentlemen.

All over the place. Shut up,
Alex. You believed every word.

I had you pegged before
you opened your mouth.

If not for my utterly
convincing supporting role.

You're not actually taking the
credit for this. Well done, Brad.

Flawless. And that's the
opinion of a professional con man.

It's in the blood, I tell you.

What a team we'd make.

Marcus!

What? Percy's gone. What do you
mean, she's gone? She left a message.

Come on.

Hi.

It's not going to come as
any great surprise to anyone,

but it seems I've gone a bit bananas.

So I'm going to take off for a bit.

I don't want you to come after me.

I've lived my whole life on this
ship, and I think I'm due a vacation.

Now, this is very, very important.

Do not think that you've just scored
yourselves a ship, because I will always,

always be able to find the tulip.

I do care about you guys,
though, for some reason.

Take care of yourselves.

Bye.

Where the hell's she gonna go?

I doubt even she knows that.

To tell you the truth, I
think it'll do her good.

Off! Stupid.

Typical.

Looks like Sarah's heading out too.

We'll be back.

Travis isn't going to hand me over.

We're in trade, family.

You know, I didn't
tell him the whole story.

Travis is a good friend.

He knows when not to ask questions.

You know, you could stay for a while.

Thanks, but just drop
me off on the next moon.

And what then?

Say more game?

It isn't that bad, Marcus.

Believe me.

And I don't think I'm an
ideal replacement for Percy.

No.

Maybe not.

To Percy.

May she return.

Wilkes Halian, to whom we owe our lives.

Thank you, Marcus.

You would have liked that.

What's going on?

Story time.

What exactly was this
Sarah business all about?

The truth?

No sense holding back.

Well, you better grab a beer, Rodolfo.

For this is a tale of two
brothers born to a great king and queen.

Of childhoods spent frolicking
blissfully in the royal court. Of handmaidens,

jesters, and jeweled crowns.
Forgotten about the jeweled crowns.

That's typical.

I've never got a straight story from
you yet, and now there's two of you.

Well, can you tell us
about your mission, Minister?

On the next Star Hunter.

Let's just say it's a very
sensitive trade mission.

Why don't you tell me who you are?

I have to show you the
anti-matter module control room.

It'll blow you away.

We know your ship and
crew quite well, yes.

You chose us for the job anyway? I
bet you could teach me a thing or two.

I know him from somewhere.

So, as we agreed, 20
million directly to your account.