All language subtitles for Seaquest DSV S01E07 Give me Liberte-eng

Docking procedures
completed, sir.

And still no acknowledgment from
Aqua-Sphere 7. It's very strange.

We did call ahead, didn't we?
We're sure someone's home?

Captain, you know these
Aqua-Sphere scientists.

They work in virtual
isolation. Sixty-day rotations.

Decent food lasts about a month,
decent conversation even less.

Believe me, when we show up
with replacements...

they're usually
rolling out the red carpet.

Could be their com-net's
down. It's happened before.

Don't suppose you looked under
the mat for the spare key?

No. No, sir.

But the replacement team tells me
they have an emergency access code...

for the pressure lock.
It should work from our side.

All right, Commander,
etiquette be damned.

If we catch somebody in the
shower, we can apologize later.

Hello! This is Commander
Jonathan Ford of the seaQuest.

We have your replacements
and supplies.

Seamen.

Anyone here? Hello?

Captain.

You two,
check the other rooms.

Aye, sir.

Dinks are probably playing
hide and seek with us.

I don't know, Captain...
What's that smell?

This is pretty weird.
Something in here must have...

Place is pretty torn up.

Commander, in here! Wait. I
think we might have something.

What is it, Commander?

What the hell...
Dear God!

Commander,
you better see this.

What happened here?

I don't know.
Somebody do something.

No. I've never seen...

Okay. Everybody calm down.
Calm down!

I said quiet!

Play by play, Commander.
Just call it.

Captain, there's been some
kind of incident here, sir.

The entire Aqua-Sphere 7
research team is...

Well, we have six bodies, sir.
No survivors.

Something has turned
this place into a tomb.

The 21st century.
Mankind has colonized...

the last unexplored
region on Earth...

the ocean.

As captain of the seaQuest and
its crew, we are its guardians.

For beneath the surface
lies the future.

They're here? The bodies
arrived 10 minutes ago.

All right.
What do we know so far?

So far? Three male, three
female, all dead so far.

All right, there are signs of trauma,
but nothing that should've caused death.

So, if the autopsies
don't tell me anything...

I'll run CGI's and check for chromosomal
and genetic abnormalities. Don't worry.

Dead can tell us plenty. We
just have to know how to listen.

Anybody home?

Just kidding. Commander Ford,
may I speak to you for a minute?

Hey.

Captain sent me down to
see if you needed anything.

Good.

You know, I think you're
looking at this thing all wrong.

Don't think "isolation",
think "paid vacation".

I don't want a vacation.

I just wanna get out of here. Sorry,
I can't provide that one for you.

But anything else.
Hey, you like puzzles?

No, Krieg, I don't like
puzzles, and I want you out.

Okay. Let me know
if you change your mind.

Captain, you mind explaining to
me why we're being quarantined?

It's necessary until we find out
what killed the Aqua-Sphere team.

They may have picked up
a virus or a bacteria.

Picked it up where?

They spent the last 60 days
at 7,000 feet...

alone, by themselves.

I think I'll get started
on the autopsies.

Captain, six people are dead.
We don't have a clue how or why.

Yes, and I've got six
families to notify, too.

I'd appreciate anything from
you that I didn't already know.

Yeah? So then get me
out of here.

Let me take a team back to Aqua-Sphere
7 and figure out what happened.

Captain, if you had seen the way we
found them, I mean, their faces...

I mean,
they died so hard.

Commander, no one
likes to feel helpless.

I can understand that.

But until Dr. Westphalen said
otherwise, you're quarantined.

Is that clear?

This isn't an experiment, okay?
We're not a bunch of lab rats!

Mr. Levin?
Yes?

Commander Ford here doesn't think
that this quarantine is necessary.

As head of the replacement team,
do you agree with that assessment?

I might have if you'd
asked me five minutes ago.

And that means what?

I've been trying to identify a
canister I saw over on Aqua-Sphere 7.

It didn't mean anything until
I reviewed their data discs.

One work log in particular, from
three days ago, is very interesting.

They went outside the sphere
to map a new fault line...

a pretty routine process,
generally.

But the log says
they found something...

which doesn't exactly
belong down here.

I'm on the fault line,
Captain.

I'm coming up on the coordinates
from the Aqua-Sphere 7 work log...

that Dr. Levin found.

Okay. I'm on the mark.

Terrain's pretty rugged.

Lots of fractures, but
nothing that looks like...

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
This could be it.

Well?

Libert� space station.

Didn't that thing crash its
orbit almost a decade ago?

October 19, 2009.

Seventh game
of the World Series.

Seattle was chasing Havana with two on
in the bottom of the ninth, down by one.

And then, this space scow takes
a bath, and we get the dive order.

Missed the end of the game,
and we never did find her.

You didn't find the Libert�,
but somebody else did.

I remember hearing
about the salvaging...

but now
that doesn't make sense.

As long as we're here,
let's go inside.

Lieutenant Commander,
take us in.

The Libert� was the North
Sea Confederation's baby.

They lit the candle
on her twenty and three.

That's PL.
PL?

Pre-Lucas.

Would you mind
getting to the point?

The point is the North Sea
Confederation is hiding something.

You're sure of that?
I jacked into their Internet.

Everything there
was too clean.

"Mission's purpose:
peace and exploration. "

Yeah, right.

It said the Libert� had a four-man crew and
all four got pulled before the big splash.

Not exactly. At least not
according to their autonomous zone.

"Autonomous zone"?

An electronic file where corporate
weasels stash their dirty laundry.

A cover-up?
Without a doubt.

The zone only confirms
one round trip, not four.

Some old doc
by the name of Guy Peche.

Guy Peche?

Yeah, Guy...
Yeah, I guess so.

Do you know him?
Sure.

I met him years ago
at a futurist conference.

He's one of the great genetic
physicists in the world.

He's a man who really made
a difference in my life.

Where is he?
I don't know.

After the Libert�, it's like
he disappeared or something.

Can we find him?
Who cares?

Man goes into space, man
comes out of space. Right?

Is that pretty much it?

Because if it is, I'd like to know how
that's going to get us out of here...

so I can figure out what the hell...
Sound the alert. Man overboard.

Turn that on.

Get out.

You forgetting we're
on the same side here?

I mean, the game goes on, whether
you're on the bench or not.

Now, I'll speak to Dr.
Westphalen about the quarantine.

But I suggest you have a little
more confidence in your teammates.

It seems to be a virus that primarily
attacks the central nervous system.

It could be a synthetic
or maybe a genetic alteration.

The only thing we know for
certain is that it's fatal.

And where does it come from?
Well, you tell me.

Someone finds a space station at
the bottom of the ocean, they go in.

Three days later, they're all dead
from a virus no one's ever seen.

The canister Levin
found on the Libert�?

That means Jonathan, all
of them, they all have it.

Yes! Well, how do you
plan to attack this?

Plan? I'm not even
certain what it is.

Well, you better be certain,
or we're all dead.

You wanted to see me?

I need the results
of our blood tests ASAP.

And don't forget to cross-reference
all the data I sent for. All right?

I've conferred with
the NORPAC Surgeon General...

and the chief of genetic
medicine at the Mayo Clinic...

and the dean of neurology
at Johns Hopkins...

and it's been decided
that for the time being...

you will remain in isolation,
aboard the seaQuest.

What, are they afraid
they're gonna catch something?

Please, listen.

If the solution to this crisis lies
either within the Aqua-Sphere 7...

or the Libert�
space station...

then the best place for
treatment will be right here.

Remember that.

Sir?

Sailor?

My wife, sir.

In case I don't...

That is,
is there any way I could...

Captain, request permission
to contact my wife.

She's upworld with her family.
Permission granted.

We'll bring her up to a depth
where you can make a call...

and that goes for all
the rest of you, too.

All of you here
are here by choice.

You volunteered,
and you qualified to serve.

You're here because
of your excellence.

Military, science.

We've come through a lot
of rough scrapes together...

and we're gonna
get through this one.

I want you to have faith
in Dr. Westphalen and me.

We do not intend to quit...

and I'd be very surprised
if any of you would either.

Thank you.

Captain,
Doc Peche's address.

It was buried in their
autonomous zone. Thanks.

And they tagged
my computer search.

Who tagged you?

Someone at the North Sea
Confederation, I guess.

A tracer dogged my link all
the way home. Dogged your link?

They know where we are. But
do they know what we have?

I doubt it. You know, probably
gonna find out sooner or later.

Well, I hope it's later.

Nice work.

There are to be no lapses. I want
those gloves worn at all times.

And then just wait.
Oh, Captain!

I've written out a list of
questions for you to ask Dr. Peche...

to help me understand this
virus, or whatever it is.

Thanks. But I don't think
I'll need them.

Really? And did you get a degree in
Advanced Genetics on that island of yours?

If I find
this Dr. Peche...

and if he knows anything
about what's killing my crew...

I don't think I'll be asking
him the questions. You will be.

Since I'm not going anywhere...
Just put out the good towels.

We may be
having company.

Captain,
your launch is ready.

And there's a shuttle jump
waiting for you on the surface.

Thank you.

As long as Commander Ford
is in charge...

I expect you to be his eyes
and ears on the Bridge.

Yes, sir.

I'm about to put you
in a very awkward position.

Sir?

You know him as well as
anyone does, don't you?

We're friends.

He wouldn't enjoy relinquishing
his command, would he?

Relinquishing to whom?
To you.

If his health, in any way,
compromises his performance...

I expect you to
relieve him immediately.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

What is happening to us?

Let me see your hand.
Open your fingers.

There's loss of motor
control. Could be ALS.

Could be an accelerated
form of bulbar palsy.

Hey, look at me.
Talk to me.

You gotta do something, Doc.
You gotta do something quick.

You weren't there.
You don't know.

I mean, those people...

They looked like they lost
control. Like they just went...

Their scratches,
their bruises...

They did it to themselves.
They did it to each other.

I am trying,
Commander.

But you're gonna
have to help me.

You've got
to fight this.

Holding at 4,000 yards
off the bow.

How about it, O'Neill?
Anyone pick up over there yet?

She's identified herself as
the Lafayette. Her registry?

North Sea Confederation.

WSKRS are picking up all kinds of sonar
activity directed mostly at the floor.

You suppose they'd mind telling
us what they're looking for?

No harm in asking.

Lafayette, this is the seaQuest.
Request you identify your mission, over.

They've come for their space
station. They want the Libert�.

Well, it's the right address,
but I don't know.

I was kind of expecting
something a little more...

Romantic?

Well, at least uptown. I mean,
the man's an astrophysicist.

This is a pretty earthy
neighborhood. Let me go up and check.

What was that all about?

That, Cap? I was just asking
her for some directions.

She didn't have any.

So, nobody home up there?

What now?
We wait.

I got to be honest.
I don't like their attitude.

They say they won't leave until we
back off and give them the Libert�.

What does the captain think?

The captain isn't here.
Remember? It's your call.

Right, right, right. Okay.

Blast them out of the water.
What?

Is that a problem?

Yes, it is.

They're UEO,
North Sea Confederation.

I mean, technically,
they do own the Libert�.

Then give it to them. Tell
them we'll leave the area.

Jonathan...

there may be something very
dangerous aboard the Libert�.

It might be
unwise to...

Damn it, Lieutenant Commander,
I gave you an order.

Actually,
you've given me two.

What does the captain think?

I don't know.
I'll ask him, okay?

Position: 40 degrees north,
36 degrees west.

Depth: 500 meters.

Your attention, please.

On Captain Bridger's orders, I will
be relieving Mr. Ford of command.

Get me the captain
of the Lafayette.

Aye, aye.
As you were.

Captain Longet,
Commander.

Captain Longet,
this is Lt. Comm. Hitchcock...

commander of the seaQuest.

These are not your territory
waters. Please back off at once.

Please understand
that this is not personal...

but I have my orders.

If you do not allow me access
to the Libert�, I will have to...

Have to what? Attack?

Come on, Captain. We could
blast you right out of the water.

SeaQuest, it is my understanding
that you are a peacekeeping vessel.

Lafayette's torpedo tubes
are flooded. They're on it.

Understand this, Captain.

You are not to go anywhere
near the Libert�. Over.

Torpedo doors closing.
They're backing off.

Sorry, partner. You're gonna have to
find someplace else to curl up tonight.

Dr. Peche?
No!

Je suis Captain Nathan Bridger,
and my friend, Mr. Crocker.

Get out of here.
Please!

We've met before.

Don't you remember?
I don't remember anything.

Brussels,
the futurist conference.

I'm here to ask for your help.
This is about the Libert�.

You got the wrong man.

No, Doctor.
I remember you very well.

Please go. There is nothing
more to say about the Libert�.

We found it. Impossible,
there is no more Libert�.

Oh, not as you remembered it. Now
it's at the bottom of the ocean.

Lie. This is a trick.
Why are you doing this to me?

Because something from the
Libert� is killing my crew...

and you may know about it.

Please go. I have to write.
A book to finish.

Doctor, I'm sure your book is very
important, but people are dying.

That's what people do.
They die.

The only thing
that survive...

are pain and guilt.

Maybe one day
you will read about it.

What was it like up there,
on the moon?

I'm still
affected by it.

What did you see when you
looked down at the Earth?

It was like
a magnificent blue marble.

Blue marble?

That's the color
of my world.

Two scientists in
two different worlds.

I'm offering you
a chance to see mine.

Tell me, Captain...

is your world
really wonderful?

Come with me,
see for yourself.

The ocean,
it is very much like space.

Dark, mysterious...

Yes, it's full of mysteries. But
that's what attracts us, isn't it?

Look, Captain, I'm not so
sure anymore if I can help you.

I really shouldn't have come.

What happened aboard the Libert�? What
was your confederation trying to hide?

The North Sea Confederation put
me into space to conduct research.

Genetic. Very experimental.
Very wrong.

Why were you the only one
that made it back?

It was an accident,
an onboard contamination.

I was in the safe room.

That's why I was the only one
allowed to return.

What happened to the Libert�?
The self-destruct system is fired.

It must have just
blown it out of orbit.

Crashed to the bottom, lost.

Until now.

Welcome back, Captain.

How is he?
Not good.

He's starting
to fall apart.

Now,
there's another problem.

The North Sea Confederation sent over
a warrior sub to take the Libert�.

Now, I've managed to scare
them off for the time being.

How are things
at the Libert�?

Reclamation detail has her
pumped dry and pressurized.

Good. Dr. Peche,
this is Lt. Comm. Hitchcock.

She'll get you
to Dr. Westphalen.

And I'll be
with you in a moment.

Commander?
Aye-aye, sir.

Come right this way.

We were working
on the DNA...

of the 21st chromosome.
Or is it the 22nd?

It's so long ago.
I'm not sure.

That's all right.
That's all right.

We'll work through
this together.

Now, if I knew the exact
purpose of your research...

I could help you pinpoint
the affected chromosome.

You said that you exposed
your test subjects to sprays.

In the test chamber.

They created a disease.
As a biological weapon?

Yes,
a new strain of meningitis.

Sounds like somebody
was playing God.

Then you must have been
working on the antidote?

Perhaps if you could just tell me... No.

No antidote.

How could you create
a disease and not the cure?

What are you looking at?
This isn't a zoo.

Sorry.

So Dr. Peche, how long
did your friends live?

It took two days for the
rescue shuttle to reach me.

They were still alive then,
but...

Dr. Peche, please.

It was the 21st chromosome...

and the DNA strand code
was G-T-A-G.

Are you certain?
No.

Doc, this is no time
for guessing games.

This is your fault.
You'll have to fix it.

I can't do this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, good tidings from your
local friendly morale officer!

How about some goodies,
everybody? Pick that chin up, huh?

Magazines,
spread them around.

Commander, what do you say about
a little interactive video, huh?

Actually, I pulled something from
my personal and private collection.

Not interested. Not
interested? What are you, nuts?

No.

Look, Commander,
I know you don't like me.

You think I'm cocky and arrogant,
and, hell, you may be right.

But I want to help you,
all right?

I want to help. So why don't
you give this thing a try, huh?

I have a feeling it's gonna
really work for you.

Just ease it on...
Leave me alone!

I'm tired
of everybody's pity.

I'm tired of being watched,
and I'm tired of you!

Commander! Let go of this
thing. Come on, let go!

So just leave me alone.
Let go, you hear me?

That'll be enough!
I asked you to stop.

Stop it!
You're gonna tear this...

What the hell did you
do that for? I'm sorry.

No, this didn't happen.
This did not happen.

Can you please step aside?
I gotta get out of here.

Lieutenant!

You're not going anywhere.
Sorry.

Captain! Captain,
it's just a very small tear.

I really don't think it
affected any... Captain?

Where's Dr. Peche?
Does it matter?

What does that mean?
I'm sorry. He left.

He seems to be keener on
drinking than thinking these days.

I didn't bring him
this far for drinking.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Now, you can quit on
yourself if you like...

but I'll be damned if you're
gonna quit on me and my crew.

You can't hide yourself in a
bottle. People are dying here!

We need you.
You can help us.

But I don't know
what to do.

What is it?
What aren't you telling me?

What's changed you
from the man I used to admire?

There were two survivors.

Not in the records.
I know.

The record shows that I was the only
one to leave the space station...

but there was another
who didn't.

Who? Who didn't?

Pierre. His name was Pierre.

He was in the test chamber
like everybody else...

but for some reason
he did not get sick.

I waited two days
for the rescue shuttle.

Two days,
I watched them suffer.

Listened to their
screams and curses.

Pierre's suffering only came
at the hands of the others.

Please, help me!

He begged me,
begged me to let him out.

Begged, until his voice
was no more than a whisper.

But I wouldn't. I was
scared to be contaminated.

So I let him die.

It was as if I would have pulled
the trigger with my own hand.

You understand?

I was responsible
for his death.

A moment's weakness, Doctor.
A moment.

And Pierre...

Pierre...

He may be the antidote.

It's possible. If Pierre was unaffected,
he must have had a natural immunity.

But we'll need a sample of his
DNA to find the resistant coding.

But you're sure it's still
good after all these years?

Well, the low water
temperature in his space suit...

should've protected what we
need. It is worth going for.

A small amount of his bone marrow
could be enough to create an antidote.

And you'd identify the
remains, Doctor? Yes.

All right, excuse me.

Lieutenant Commander, get us a
launch. We're going aboard the Libert�.

Aye-aye, Captain.

Something I should be
aware of, Mr. Ortiz?

High altitude
tracking signal, sir.

Gotta be a satellite.
Target?

Captain, we've just received a transmission
from the North Sea Confederation.

They advise we clear
the area immediately.

They say they're gonna destroy the
Libert� whether we like it or not.

Targeting radius,
1,000 meters and closing.

They're covering their tracks.
They're afraid we might have proof...

that they were using the Libert�
to test biological weapons.

Mr. Ortiz, how well
can that satellite see?

Well, it's probably a little
nearsighted. How nearsighted?

I doubt it'll be able to tell the
difference between us and the Libert�.

Well, that's
certainly comforting.

Once it's locked on, how long
before it could fire a missile?

No more than
a couple minutes.

If there's a cure down below, that
doesn't give us much time to find it.

Captain,
request permission to...

Oh, no.
I need you here.

I'll feel a hell of a lot better down
there knowing that you're up here.

What about the missiles?
Well if they're launched...

I'll trust that you'll keep
them from hitting either of us.

Ready, Chief?
Right with you, Cap.

Doctor, are you still up
for this? Yes. I want to go.

Just decrypted this message,
Lieutenant.

I intercepted it from
the North Sea Confederation.

Read it to me.

"Confirmation of targeting
lock on the Libert�.

"Aircraft awaiting missile
launch command. "

Commander, sensors picking up
water entry of missile-like object.

Weapons,
launch countermeasures.

Let me see the WSKRS,
Mr. Ortiz. Putting it up.

Countermeasure has
been launched.

WSKRS shutting down to avoid
interference with countermeasures.

Going to audio only.

Weapon has locked onto our
countermeasure and is homing.

This seal won't take
many more like that.

We better get our hunk of
bone and get out of here, Cap.

Which one?
This one.

Yeah.

This is Pierre. I know his watch.
It was a gift from his wife.

Do you wanna carve?
Do it!

Second missile
in the water.

Launch countermeasures.

Countermeasure
has been launched.

What's that?
Canister of death.

And they got away with it.

We'll see about that.

That seal's letting go, Cap.

Hurry up!

We gotta get out of here fast.

Here. Come on.

I left once when I shouldn't
have. I won't do it again.

Excuse me?
It is what I deserve.

This thing ain't gonna
hold together much longer.

Listen, you're a survivor.

Life gave you a get-out-of-jail-free
card. You don't hand it back.

Come on, Cap!

Poor man's exhausted.

Sensors have just picked up...

water entry
of a third missile.

What is taking them so long?

Weapon has locked onto target
and is homing.

Intercept it, Mr. Ortiz. Too
late. It's locked on Libert�.

Time to impact?
Fifty seconds.

Then we'll hit it before it hits
them. Flood tubes one and two.

Tubes one and two
flooded and ready.

Time to impact?
Forty seconds.

Prepare to fire torpedoes.
Commander...

cancel that order.

If they wanna destroy their
own space station, let them.

We've got everything off it
we need.

What about the virus?
An explosion could scatter it.

Not if there's
nothing to scatter.

How's it going?

We're waiting for the latest
line of blood test results.

What's your gut feeling? Well,
I've changed the solution.

How dare genetic doctors cross that
line between healing to killing?

I'm counting on you
to cross it right now.

Doctor,
I'm getting a read-out.

I think it's working.
It is. It's working!

That astronaut's cell kicked
some major chromosomal butt.

How soon before they come
out to play? Very soon.

Why don't you tell them the good news?
No. I think it should come from you.

I never really knew you had that
Florence Nightingale thing in you.

I don't know what's worse,
dying or being helped by dinks.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have
some very, very good news.

So, I did make an impression
at that conference.

I talked too much, didn't I?
Of course.

But you told the
most wonderful stories...

about a magnificent, underwater
vessel you hoped to build.

I was certain you exaggerated
in your excitement.

But tell me, Captain, is the
seaQuest everything you dreamt?

If properly used, yes.
Even more.

Captain, you were right
about your world.

The water, it has a
very cleansing effect.

Merci, Captain.
Merci beaucoup.

Hello. I'm Bob Ballard from the
Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution.

SeaQuest is surrounded by
small vehicles called WSKRS...

which stands for "Wireless Sea
Knowledge Retrieval Satellites".

Behind me is the vehicle
upon which they were based.

This autonomous undersea vehicle went
to sea for the first time this year...

but when it completes
its final tests...

it'll be able to stay
underwater for months on end.

Join us on the next exciting
adventure of seaQuest DSV.