All language subtitles for Seaquest DSV S01E01 Part 1-eng

...it's because we all came
from the sea.

And it is an interesting
biological fact...

that all of us
have in our veins...

the exact same percentage of salt in
our blood that exists in the ocean...

and, therefore,
we have salt in our blood...

in our sweat, in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.

And when we go back to the sea,
whether it is to sail or to watch it...

we are going back
from whence we came.

Jenny, they're firing at me.
Jenny, answer me!

Say your prayers, Reef Runner.
There's no escape.

Fire! He's across the line.

Whoa!

Reloading.

Reef Runner to Home Plate.
Come in, Home Plate.

Jenny, come on, pick up!
Pick up!

Jenny!

Home Plate to Reef Runner.
Go ahead.

Jenny, it's Bobby. Bobby!
Where the hell have you been?

Never mind. Just get ready to open
up the main airlock. I'm coming in.

Lock on target.

Locking.

Fire!

Jenny, start closing
the main airlock. Now!

You're not through yet!

Just close it.
Start closing it right now!

Think thin, Bobby boy.

Disengage.
Let's call in the big guns.

Jen! I thought those Hornets had me for
sure. Your timing with those doors...

You were prospecting over the
territorial line again, weren't you?

No way.

Well, maybe a little bit,
but everybody does it.

I've got some great... I had
some great magnesium samples.

Where's Earl?

With everyone else, out
battening down the perimeter.

There was a skirmish out near
the Northern Marker this morning.

What happened?

You know better than to jackrabbit
another confederation's border.

Those Hornets have been just waiting
for an excuse to fire on this facility.

What were you thinking?
I don't know.

Wait, wait.
What is it?

It's those two
that chased you in.

They're on the satellite link
to their home base.

They're asking
for military intervention.

Every confederation has got attack
subs lurking outside these walls.

Once again, information has
reached Earthcast News...

that warrior submarines from
several economic confederations...

are converging on the Livingston
Trench in the North Atlantic.

Representatives
are frantically meeting...

trying to keep the situation
from escalating.

The subs are all trying to
reach their up-world bases.

They want the green light
to fire.

What the hell?
What's wrong?

These parameter readings. There's
something down in the trench.

There's nothing that big
out there. Except seaQuest.

Captain, Nor-Pac Command
is trying to get through.

It's breaking up.
Heavy Sat-Link interference.

Keep trying, Lieutenant.
Aye, sir.

Deploy WSKRS, Mr. Ortiz.
Narrow cone sweeps.

Feed data directly to
Fire Control. WSKRS out.

Feeding data now.

Four plasma torpedoes,
charged and loaded.

Thank you, Mr. Phillips.

Capt. Stark, there's still no
message from Nor-Pac Command.

How many more of these
standoffs are we going to have...

before someone
makes a decision?

Don't they understand the only way
to secure peace is with strength?

This cat and mouse game
is going to go on forever.

Come around to 2-0-9
and hold her steady.

WSKR data coming in.

Five Class-C shooter subs.
Target status?

Captain, I remind you... Not
now, Commander. Mr. Ortiz?

All targets,
78% vulnerability.

We're locked in attack
position. Target grids.

Grids activated.

Captain,
I strongly recommend...

we wait for clear orders
from Nor-Pac.

Clear orders?
Aren't you tired of this game?

We aim at them, they aim at us, and
the whole world holds its breath.

Look at this boat. We have
the strength and the advantage.

We can end this madness
once and for all.

We can do
what we were trained to do.

Captain, confirmed orders are
coming in from Nor-Pac Command.

Do not fire.
Repeat, do not fire.

The other subs
are receiving similar orders.

Mr. Phillips,
initiate firing sequence.

Mr. Phillips.

Thermonuclear warhead
arming sequence initiated.

Confirm authorization.

Confirmed. Thermonuclear
launch authorized.

Capt. Stark...

under Article 20, Section 8, of
Nor-Pac Command regulations...

I'm relieving you of command.

Cmdr. Ford.

Adm. Noyce.

Commander,
how's seaQuest's refit coming?

We're a few days ahead
of schedule. Good.

I'll bet you're looking forward to
getting back into the water, huh?

Yes, sir. Six months is a
long time to be dry, sir.

Well, you know, the brass is under intense
pressure from the political powers...

to find someone to captain her who's
not thought of as strictly military.

Someone who commands respect
outside the ranks.

There's only one man who
meets that qualification...

but can still shoot
when he has to.

And he'll never take the job.

Nathan Bridger.
He was one of my heroes.

What makes you think
anything will get him back?

I served with him
for 30 years.

You live and breathe Navy that long,
and it never gets out of your blood.

I can get him here,
that part doesn't worry me.

It's keeping him.

The incident
at Livingston Trench...

had us all staring down
the barrel at the same time.

It was terrifying.

But as bad as it was for everybody,
I believe you had the hardest task.

Relieving a superior officer of duty
is a horrible thing to have to do.

You handled it
with a great deal of courage.

However...

it's nothing compared to the pain
I'm about to ask you to suffer.

Jonathan, I need you to be
prepared to appear arrogant...

incompetent, even cowardly.

To be everything
a commander shouldn't.

It may be the only way
we've got to persuade him...

he's got to assume command.

Sir... It's all in there. I gotta run.

I know you can handle it.

Don't let me down, Jonathan.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

So sorry.

Capt. Bridger?
Bridger?

I think there's one on the
other side of the island.

Of course, he gets up very early to
go to work. You may have to hurry.

That is a very nice outfit.
Nathan Bridger...

we've come at the request
of UEO Command.

Who? The United Earth
Oceans Organization.

Doesn't ring a bell. But then,
I've been out of touch for a while.

Captain, we've gone
to great lengths to find you.

I don't really know
what you people are selling...

but I'm really not interested.

Now, why don't you
do yourself a big favor...

and get the hell
off my island?

Hello, Nathan.

Go home, Bill.

Nathan, wait.
Will you just listen?

She's finished. She's been
operational for three years.

Nathan.

Nathan, don't pretend you
don't care. I know you do.

All right, come on.

Come on. Come on.

All right, Darwin, my boy.

You know the routine.

Don't be cute.

I'm in no mood.

Now, listen.

You're gonna go down.
One, two, three.

Then you're gonna
tag the marker.

Tag the marker.

Go.

Go.

Hand-motion communication?

It's not perfect,
but we understand each other.

Which is more than I can say
about you and me.

I remember, it was Carol who
got you interested in dolphins.

I heard about what happened. I'm
sorry. She was a wonderful woman.

Yeah. How did you hear it?

Well, you don't think
the Navy's going to let...

one of its most valuable
human resources...

run off to some island
and not keep tabs on him?

Whatever happened to privacy?

Last time I looked, the Bill
of Rights was still intact.

Everything's changed,
Nathan.

I've come halfway around the
world to tell you about it.

Once the oceans became
a frontier for mining...

pharmaceuticals,
farming...

the world became
a dangerous place.

Undersea borders went up, nations
split into confederations...

to protect
their territorial claims.

They hammered out
a peace treaty.

The United Earth Oceans Organization
was formed to administer it.

It's different out there now. There's
farms and colonies and families.

UEO needed a way
to maintain the situation.

That's why Nor-Pac
gave us the seaQuest.

Not as a warship, as a
peacekeeper. What's the difference?

She's being refitted to include
a large science contingent.

What for? Research.
Deep-ocean exploration.

The largest deep-submergence
research vessel ever.

No, Bill. That part of my life is over.

Don't you understand
what I'm offering you?

Nathan, you can't
pass this up!

For God's sake, Carol is dead!

Let it go.
I won't!

I gave her my word.

I know how much
losing Robert hurt you...

how you blame yourself
for his joining the service.

I have kids.

Look around you, Nathan.
You're totally alone.

Don't you see how your
research and your passion...

could be used aboard a ship
you poured your life into?

Come see her.

Let me at least show you
what I'm talking about.

Okay, let's go.

Please stand clear
of docking collar hatch.

Check for personal belongings.

Don't get
too full of yourself.

As soon as this little show-and-tell
is over, I'm out of here.

Crewmembers, please display
holographic ID imprints.

Not too helpful.

You think these people have heard
about your peacekeeping program?

Career Navy. They're going to
be a little touchy at first...

about having all these science
types on board. No offense.

Come on, Nathan. Lots to
see. All science personnel...

proceed to B-Deck
holding area.

Come on. You know, the last time you
saw her, she was no more than a keel...

laid out in a San Francisco
shipyard.

There's two complete decks of
science labs and research facilities.

Everything you could ever
want or need is right here.

Who's footing the bill?
Grants...

industry contributions,
private donations.

Government?
Only through the UEO.

Mag-Lev engaged.
Be seated to avoid injury.

Next stop, Bridge.
Nathan!

Please wait for full stop.
Bridge.

Thank you for riding Mag-Lev.

After you.

Admiral on the Bridge.

As you were.

There was a time when my future
was one of boundless profits.

Petroleum from the deep seas
of international waters...

and vital minerals
from the deep-sea trenches...

coral from the new-found
barrier reefs.

It was fantastic, it was
beautiful. You just take, ja?

Well, now we have the UEO...

and this is what UEO
has left me.

And now they want more even in
the name of peace and harmony.

Only, what does peace and
harmony have to do with business?

I don't know.

We have to do something
about the seaQuest.

There's no competing
with seaQuest.

No, my son, mein kind...

I'm not talking about
competing with the seaQuest.

I'm talking about
getting rid of her. What?

Ja.

The ship has lost its leader.

And the crew, the crew
is full of dreamers...

and eggheads, and wannabes.

Not one ounce of practical knowledge
in the whole group. That's a fact.

And the result?

She's vulnerable.

Am I right, Capt. Stark?

You have the Delta 4 submarine
at your disposal, ja?

The ship is as good a ship as any
ship on, above, or around the water.

I want you should
take out the seaQuest.

What you need,
what you want, I buy.

And when you're finished...

you will be rich.

So tell me, Captain...

how do we beat the seaQuest?

I've already beaten seaQuest.

What I want is to be there
when she drowns.

That's good.

That's good.

Can I help you?
No. No. No, thanks.

WSKRS.

Wireless Sea Knowledge
Retrieval Satellites.

We used to call them
roving periscopes.

How many WSKRS are you operating out
of here? I mean, we planned three.

One forward and two aft.
That's right.

Sir, this is
a highly restricted area.

This tourist bothering you,
Mr. Ortiz?

He's asking
for classified information.

Well, they really scraped
the bottom of the barrel...

for the crew this time,
didn't they?

Yeah,
from the looks of things...

they did a little digging
beneath that old barrel, too.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean, sailor?

I'll tell you exactly
what that's supposed to mean.

It means it sure is good
seeing you again, Cap!

How are you?
It's been about 10 years.

Oh, longer than that. It's been 12,
at least. Where the hell you been?

I mean, the scuttlebutt had it
you'd gone bug-eyed...

and you were making like Tarzan
on some desert island somewhere.

I don't think I went deep
enough into the jungle.

I know what you mean.

So now you're part of this
peacekeeping group, huh?

Oh, you know military, Cap.

You want to play the game,
then you gotta join the team.

To tell you the truth, I was more
than just a little surprised though...

when I got the call.
The call?

Yeah, from Adm. Noyce.

I was just about ready to
turn in my discharge papers...

when he asked me to come
back as security chief.

I'm still not sure what he wants
with an old warhorse like me...

on board with all these...

Academy pups.

I'm sure he just wanted
the best crew he could get.

Giving tours now, Chief?
Lieutenant Commander.

I don't like visitors at
my station. Your station?

That's right,
and it's off-limits.

Now, if you want to see some sights,
why don't you try the Arizona Memorial?

What kind of security
clearance you got anyway?

Indefinite?

Perhaps a few introductions might
be in order here, Lieutenant...

before you swallow
your entire leg.

Katherine Hitchcock, Chief
Engineer, this is Nathan Bridger.

Capt. Nathan Bridger.

How do you do?
It's a pleasure, sir.

You and I are going
to have a long talk later.

Yes, sir. I'll be
looking forward to that.

Captain.

He's some guy, isn't he?

Yes, sir. He's a great guy.
Thank you.

You must know this boat
pretty well.

Stem to stern. I'd put my
knowledge against anybody's.

I'm sure.

Hyper Reality Probe. That
wasn't in my original design.

With all due respect, sir, there's probably
been hundreds of changes since you left.

I'd be happy
to give you a tour.

I'd like that.

Perhaps when I'm finished
over at the Arizona.

I guess all that talk about
him going native was true.

You know, you'd think the brass would
at least let us know he was coming.

Well, Noyce was afraid any kind
of show might scare him off.

Wait a second. You knew he was coming
on board, and you didn't say anything?

Jonathan.

Ten-hut!

This was supposed to be
the missile prep room.

It was. We pulled them out
after the treaty was signed.

As you were.

And the forward weapons room?

I'm not going to lie to you, Nathan.
This is still a military vessel.

Not everybody was satisfied
with the terms of the treaty.

There are still
pockets of resistance.

Why all the science?

If the world can just hang in
there, and this thing works out...

this could eventually become
a full-time research vessel.

Why me?
We need a cool head.

Someone who hasn't been sitting
with their finger on the trigger.

Besides, you understand
these science guys.

You speak their language.
That's good.

I told you back at the island,
I am not interested.

Nathan, just listen to me.
Just...

Hey.

Very funny.
Hey, you thought of it.

Thought of what?

A sub that could carry a
Navy-trained dolphin on board.

The tubes I saw?
Yeah. "Bridger's Folly. "

You mean, he has access
to the entire ship?

Just the way you designed it.

Hey, boy, come here.
Come on.

Come here.

Darwin! This is my dolphin.

Well, I thought you'd enjoy
having him on board.

Well, you thought wrong.

You know, you talk peace,
but you act military.

You took him for your own
objective. That's not acceptable.

Now you're after me.
Also not acceptable.

Easy, fellow. We'll have
you out of here in no time.

Darwin play.

What?

Darwin play here.
Who wants to play?

I think he wants to play.

Smooth rocks.

He means the sides of the
tank. I know what he means.

This is some
kind of a game, huh?

Oh, it's no game.

Cutting-edge technology.

You see, sensors in the tank pick
up his sighs, clicks, and whistles.

The ship's computer then
interprets it, translates it...

pumps it back
into these speakers.

Unless it fritzes out on you
or something.

Who are you?
Who are you?

Lucas Wolenczak.
Nathan Bridger.

Lucas designed the system
that allows Darwin to speak.

You're kidding.

You seem surprised, Captain.
Or maybe just a little jealous.

Jealous?

Well, I heard you were working
on a similar system and gave up.

Switched to hand signals
or something?

So?
Nothing.

He can understand me?
Don't ask me.

Ask him.

All right, I will.

Darwin...

how did we meet?

Darwin hurt.

Island help.

Well?

I found him floating in a lagoon.
He was cut up by a fisherman's net.

Wait a minute.

Darwin...

what's the color
of my favorite bathing suit?

No suit. Skin.

He's right,
I don't wear a suit.

Thanks for painting
that picture for us.

Listen, I hate to break up this
little seminar, but I gotta go.

Or should I say...

Impressive, isn't he?

I could think of a few other words
to describe him. What's he doing here?

He lives here.
How so?

His father's in charge of one of
our largest corporate endowments.

He pulled a few strings and
got Lucas assigned to seaQuest.

Apparently, there was a bit
of a disciplinary problem...

and the father figured, what better
place to put him than on a submarine?

So you're not only a peacekeeper,
now you're a babysitter.

Nathan, the kid's a genius.

I mean, this thing with the dolphin
is just the tip of the iceberg.

He needs discipline, he needs
guidance. He needs a haircut.

Commander. Jonathan.

This is the boat's XO,
Cmdr. Jonathan Ford.

Sir.
Commander.

Now, if you two'll excuse me, I
have to take care of something.

Why don't I go with you? No,
no, it's just some paperwork.

I'm sure the Commander can
entertain you while I'm gone.

Be an honor to show
the Captain around.

Seeing you here like this somehow
makes the boat feel complete.

The Admiral seems pleased
to have you aboard.

It's a temporary condition.

As soon as this little show is over,
I'm on the first jet out of here.

Yes, sir.

So how many years have you been
assigned to the seaQuest, Commander?

Three years.

I was part of a hand-picked team
brought in to get her activated.

Must be satisfying for you
to see your vision realized.

Yeah, I guess it is.

But, of course, I suppose there have
been hundreds of changes made since then.

At least.

Pyritic limestone...

with traces of pink quartzite.
This is very pretty.

Wait a minute. What is this?
Sir?

This boat is moving.
What the hell is going on?

I don't know, sir.

Bridge.
This is Cmdr. Ford.

Who gave the order to shove
off? Adm. Noyce did, sir.

He set me up. I want this
boat stopped right now.

That's impossible, sir.

Once we break port, we're
committed to the channel.

This isn't exactly a rowboat.
I know what it is, Commander.

I designed the damn thing!

If the Captain would like, I could
arrange to have a launch craft...

shuttle you back to Pearl,
once we hit open water.

The Captain would like.
Yes, sir.

Never trust the military.

Hmm. Military.

Hello, Nathan. Welcome back.

Wait a minute.

The Navy refused to install
this program. How'd you get here?

Young Mr. Wolenczak.

He brought me online
several weeks ago.

He's really quite remarkable.

So I've observed.
Wolenczak.

What's your mission?
I'm a hologram...

here to provide a sounding board in
times of moral or ethical conflict.

Very good.

Lucas has given me a wide range
of source material to draw from.

You can also change my image
by inserting a photograph...

in the imaging port
of the computer main unit.

Really?

What's the current depth of
this ship? One hundred meters.

What's the speed?
Twenty knots.

What's the meaning of life?
Be more specific.

Jeez.

Captain, the seaQuest has just
passed the harbor marker...

and headed for open water.

Lock course
and rig for silent running.

Course locked.
Activate silent running.

Weapons systems?
Armed and ready.

Shall we proceed?

By all means, Mr. Maxwell.
By all means.

Thirty-five years. That's how
long we've known each other.

And now you treat me
like a stranger.

No, worse than a stranger.

Well, I want to tell you
that I think it stinks.

Nathan, I'm not going to sit here and
deny the fact that I might have misled you.

Misled? How about lied? Just
tell me, why did you do it?

Because if I hadn't, you
might have died on that island.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about regrets. I'm talking
about running away from yourself.

Now, look at us, Nathan.
We're not kids anymore.

How much time do you think we
have left to make a difference?

Oh, please!
No, that's the truth.

You still have too much left to
offer, too much you can share...

than to spend the rest of
your life hiding in the jungle.

That's your opinion. And it
doesn't justify kidnapping.

Nathan, you're not a prisoner.
I told Cmdr. Ford...

to make a launch available for
you anytime you wanted to leave.

Right. Very big of you.

Look, I'm sorry, Nathan.

My methods may be flawed, but
my intentions were the best.

Intentions?
The road to hell is paved...

with good intentions.

Current depth, 650 meters.

Speed, 35 knots.

Course, 2-9-0
and holding steady.

Commander.

I just received this message
for you. It's from Adm. Noyce.

Rhubarbarum.

What?
Rhubarb.

The Admiral's wondering,
while I'm aboard...

if I might take a look at the
main drive propulsion units.

It seems there's some glitches
in the aqua-return jets.

Does this mean the Captain won't be
returning to the mainland as scheduled?

Can't wait to get me off this
boat, can you? No, sir. It's just...

It's all right, Commander.
I assure you, I understand.

I'm not here to snake
your command. Snake, sir?

Well, are you telling me that
you don't deserve the command?

No, sir, I'm not
saying that at all.

But the fact is, those
decisions are out of my control.

I suppose they are.

But whatever the Admiral has in
mind, it's not going to work...

because I'm not interested
in the job. Yes, sir.

Does that mean the Captain is
ready to leave the seaQuest?

Well, I'm here. I might as
well look around. What the hell.

Cmdr. Ford.

Let's get something clear,
shall we?

My people will not be treated
like so much cargo.

We are scientists, we are
not mindless, military drones.

Your point, Doctor?

Your people have occupied areas clearly
designated as science research labs.

I want them removed
immediately.

May I remind you that you
are aboard a military vessel?

This is a research
and exploration vessel.

Besides, we outnumber you,
124-to-88.

That sounds like a threat,
Doctor.

Well, at least you have
a grasp of the obvious.

Now, understand this,
Dr. Westphalen.

Don't you point your finger
at me!

You find this amusing?

Yes. As a matter of fact,
I do.

And what are you?
Some kind of stowaway?

Something like that.

The name's Bridger.
Nathan Bridger?

Last time I looked.

I know your work. Topography,
thermal range variances.

I tried to contact you once.
They said you were unreachable.

I'm sorry. Kristin
Westphalen, medical doctor...

physical oceanographer, and head of
the science team aboard this ship.

Doctor.

I'm late
for a staff meeting.

It was nice meeting you.

I'm not finished with this,
Commander. Not by a long shot.

She seems very committed.
She ought to be committed.

Hey, be careful with that!
Make believe it's your mother's.

Sorry, sir.
What do you have in the box?

Movie discs, sir.
Movie discs. Open it up.

These are family films.
Yes, sir.

I thought I told you to
spice things up a little bit.

This is a submarine.
Can you say that?

Submarine?
Good. This is not a monastery.

Forget it. I'll pull some from my
personal library. Get it out of here.

Take over.

Clearance level, please?
Thank you.

You're Nathan Bridger,
aren't you? Yes, I am.

Have we met?
No, not really.

I mean, not directly.

I knew your son.
Robert?

Yeah, we went through
the Academy together.

He was my friend.

Forgive me, sir, my name is
Krieg. Lt. Benjamin Krieg.

Lieutenant.
Pleasure, sir.

Sir, I thought that you were retired. I
didn't know you were back on active duty.

I'm not.

The Admiral's just giving me a
little tour. I'll be leaving soon.

I see. Gee, it's kind of
funny, isn't it? What's funny?

Well, that we only just met, and
yet it feels like I already know you.

I guess because Bobby... Robert
used to talk about you so much.

Anything good?
Occasionally.

I do remember him
talking about a Ben.

Are you the Ben who painted the
Army mule yellow at homecoming?

No.

Pink.

So if you need anything, I'm your
friendly Supply and Morale Officer.

"Supply and Morale"?

See, it's very important that
the crew has activities...

to keep their minds off the
isolation, because at a...

Mr. Krieg, I assume
we're stocked and loaded.

Absolutely, Lieutenant
Commander. Just finishing up here.

Good. Because I've got a
schedule to keep. Captain.

Thank you.

What a sweetheart.

The Lieutenant Commander
is a sweetheart?

Oh, well, sir,
we were sort of married.

Really?
Only for a year.

Seemed like a good idea
at the time.

You know, actually, I think
she's sort of still hung up on me.

It's been nice
talking to you.

Robert used to say...

that a son would be lucky
to have a father like you.

Thank you.

We're approaching the Gedrick
power station, Captain.

Good. Resident personnel?

Fifty-nine workers. Families.
127 men, women, and children.

Excellent. Fire one and two.

You called? Yes. We've got
a distress call coming in.

Why are you telling me?

UEO regulations require me to
inform the ranking officer aboard...

of any emergency situations.

That would be you, sir.

What's the source
of the call?

Gedrick power station. It's
under attack. Aggressor unknown.

The signal's getting weaker.

The station's minimal defenses
have been blown to hell...

and they're reporting numerous
casualties. Maybe we should contact UEO.

How far to the nearest
communications buoy?

A hundred kilometers due east.

And we're the only boat
within a half-day's sail.

What's our proximity
to the station?

It's on the border.
Part of the Gedrick territory.

Distance, 48 kilometers.
Depth, 4,900.

Well, at these currents, we should
be there in about 20 minutes.

Captain, I'm prepared to offer you
command of the seaQuest at this time.

Come again?

Would the Captain care to
assume command at this time?

I don't think you're the kind of officer
who turns his back on a command decision.

Are you?

I'm just along for the ride.
Remember?

Feed spatial coordinates of
the power station to Navigation.

Prepare for incoming change
of course and speed.

Preparing for course
and speed adjustments.

Bring her around to 0-9-0.
All ahead full.

Gedrick power station,
bearing 0-9-0.

One hundred kilometers,
all ahead full.