All language subtitles for Seaquest DSV S01E13 Better Than Martians-eng

Have you ever looked up
at the night sky...

and dreamed of flying
to another planet...

sitting on top
of a thundering rocket...

as the Earth fell away
beneath you?

If there were no other reasons
than to go into space...

the awesome challenge
would have been enough.

It's part of
why we went to Mars.

Some say the enormous cost of our mission
would have been better spent at home.

Thousands of causes are more worthy than
mapping the red planet's polar icecaps.

I understand the concerns...

but I also see advances from our mission
benefiting everyone back home on Earth.

One thing's for certain,
though.

Just the thrill
of what we did...

can galvanize an entire generation
of explorers and scientists...

and think what they might
be able to accomplish.

After decades of research,
$400 billion...

and two years since
lifting off from Earth...

the first manned mission
to Mars is about to come home.

Now, all activity here on Earth
has come to a virtual halt.

Much as it did when the Wayfarer's
commander, Scott Keller...

took his first historic step on
the Red Planet nearly one year ago.

Twenty-four months ago,
the two-man, two-woman...

Mr. Ortiz, Mr. O'Neill,
we're about ready for...

...and, in less than one hour, its
descent slowed by three giant parachutes...

the Wayfarer capsule will triumphantly
glide into the Atlantic Ocean...

its 80-million-mile
roundtrip voyage complete.

Represented by the world's four
preeminent space programs...

the Mars mission symbolizes...

a global
cooperative commitment...

to learning more about our planet as
well as the rest of the solar system.

Lead by American Commander,
Scott Keller...

the Wayfarer team has now spent
three straight years together.

After being selected from hundreds of
highly qualified astronauts and scientists...

the crew endured one year...

of rigorous training
in Houston and Florida...

before taking off
on their historical voyage.

The world excitedly awaits for the Wayfarer
crew to emerge from their capsule...

with answers...
Jonathan...

to the mysteries...
are you looking? Jonathan.

...about the Red Planet which have
intrigued scientists as well as laymen...

for hundreds of years.

Now, if you look up
into the sky...

This re-growth
is spectacular, Nathan...

but shouldn't we
be getting back?

There's one more slope
of the reef I want to see.

I think it's what you don't want
to see that's keeping you out here.

Your professional opinion is I can't
stop history just by avoiding it?

I think that's
the way it works, yes.

All right. All right,
let's go back.

That reef has grown all the way
back. There is life everywhere.

People have done
a terrific job.

Many fish. Good food.

Oh, yeah? Everybody's got
their own agenda.

I suppose we better go and see
how your friend is getting on.

I suppose.

The world's in love with space
travel again. There goes our funding.

They'll trade living reefs
for a few alien rocks.

The pendulum swings both ways.
It'll come back again.

Mr. O'Neill.
Here, Captain.

What do you say
we listen in...

on my old friend, Scott.
Aye, sir.

Tapping into
secure transmission.

Roger, Mission Control.

Beginning deorbit
burn-flight route.

Coming back at you, 16804429.

I've reloaded new coordinates.
We match perfectly.

You copy, Houston?

Roger. You guys look sweet

on a cross-range re-entry
at 938 miles.

We're showing AV Bay Fan
Alpha hot. See what you can do.

Roger, Mission Control.
AV Fan Alpha switched off.

Speed, 17,000 miles per hour.

We're captured by atmosphere,
0.05 gravity and building.

The orbit angle of attack,
minus 0.35 degrees.

We're beginning ionized burn.

Nice flying, Scott.

We've got
a circuit breaker on R-7.

We'd like you
to push back in.

I see it, Houston.

Freon loop on Bravo engaged.

Engaging Bravo.
That's a roger.

Got a problem here, Scott.

Stuck thrust on four.
Re-engage.

No response.

Stabilize.
Too late!

Houston, we're tumbling.
No response at stick.

Shutting down thermal hydraulics.
Switching to rate gyros.

Inertial platform engaged.
Talk to me, Wayfarer.

Come on, Scott-man.
Pull her out.

Eight ball's gone crazy!

We're losing
control authority.

We've lost you on our screens,
Wayfarer.

Do you copy?
Come in, Wayfarer.

Scott, are you there? Scott?

As a matter of fact,

we're told everything
is going A-okay.

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.

We're not getting...

any concrete information
from Space Command yet...

but I've got to speculate
that Wayfarer's crew is dead.

I don't know how to put into words
what I'm feeling at this moment.

To have such a triumph
turn so quickly into tragedy.

We're standing by
for further...

Ready, Mr. O'Neill?
Aye, sir, on screen.

How bad is it, Bill?

Cmdr. Keller got some semblance
of control 30 miles up.

We estimate they hit at
six times the safe velocity.

Where?

They crashed
in the Andaman Sea off Burma.

That's why I'm calling you.

That'll take us 10 hours
to get there.

Why don't you send
some jet copters?

The capsule sank on impact. We don't
know exactly where or how deep...

but we have reason to believe
that some of them are still alive.

A signal buoy...

popped to the surface
10 minutes ago.

It's attached to the capsule by wire
and can only be activated manually.

Nathan, we have no
recovery assets in the area.

We'll plot a course
immediately.

Prepare to get underway.
Aye, sir.

Nathan, you'll be entering
Montagnard Confederation waters.

You'll have to go
on military alert.

Why? What, we'll radio ahead.
It's a rescue mission.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, Capt. Bridger.
Mr. President.

Captain, I'm sure you're aware
of Southeast Asia's bitter war...

over ocean-floor
mineral rights.

Every vessel passing through the area
gets fired on by one side or the other.

We're prepared for that.

I've received assurances by all sides
that no one will stand in your way...

but this is now
a military recovery.

Sir, with all due respect,
our mission...

Your vessel's been loaned
to me for the next 10 hours.

Hell, it was our tax dollars
that built you.

There were some
private grants.

Just do it my way.

Any questions?
No, sir.

I've given the United States
my assurance.

Thank you for your
kind advice, gentlemen.

Why must you always be
so hardlined, Tran?

Mr. President, I do not
trust the United States.

It's a new world, Tran.
You must wake up to that.

As young boys, even living
in different countries...

we shared the same experience.

The Americans tell us they will
leave in two years. They mean 20.

They say two hours.
They mean two years.

I promised not to impede
their search.

Hardly an invitation
to colonialism.

Without overtly interfering, I'd
like to find the capsule first.

But why, Mr. President?

It's time the Montagnards
made headlines...

without death and destruction
as the banner.

Now, go and rescue
the astronauts.

Yes, sir.

Okay, people, what do we have?

Well, we got a rough idea of
where the capsule went down.

GPS satellite has it
in the mid Andaman Sea...

right in the middle
of a war zone.

They're drifting due west in the
Indian countercurrent at 5 knots.

Intercept course already
plotted. Make way, full speed.

We do still have teams out
studying the reef.

We'll send a launch out until we
return. Prepare the hyperbaric chamber.

We'll have to put those
core samples into quarantine.

Lt. Krieg?
Yes, sir.

You're going to be in charge
of the rescue effort.

Check with medical on
supplies. Right away.

Lt. O'Neill?

The Wayfarer's backup radio has
a sub-surface capability, Captain.

High frequency,
narrow band, short range.

I could deploy the WSKRS
in a curved hydrophone array.

If we stack the signals.

Give it a shot once we get
further up the Sumatra coastline.

And bone up on your
Montagnard dialects. Aye, sir.

Darwin help.

Yes. We have a long way to travel,
but I have no doubt that you will.

Chief.

As of this moment,
we are on military alert.

Aye, Captain.

Hold it, private. Bring
your teams to Full Alert.

Cap torpedo one
to full charge.

Aye, sir.

All stations ready
at Full Tactical Alert.

Captain,
I've got the Wayfarer.

I know somebody's listening,
so pick up the phone.

This is command capsule Wayfarer
calling anybody who's out there.

Wayfarer, we read you.

Your signal sounds like
you're underwater.

Yeah, that's funny
you should mention that.

You have
a very familiar voice.

It's Nathan Bridger, Scott.

Oh, God...

don't tell me we crashed
near your island hideaway?

I'm on the seaQuest now.

What happened? It break down, they
had to bring you back to fix it?

Well, under the circumstances, I don't
think you have much to crow about.

What are you talking about?

Eighty million miles, this is
our first little fender bender.

I bet you run into things with that
submarine of yours all the time.

Nice to hear your voice,
Scott.

Well, likewise, Nathan.

Tell me you're close by.

I can't.

We're about eight hours away.

Oh, boy.

Where's everybody else?

We're it.

What's your status?

Petrovich's got
a lot of broken bones.

The rest of us are banged up pretty
good, too. We got a slow leak...

and this water's getting
awful cold.

Great,
just give us the details.

We're about 40 feet deep. Flotation
collar only partially deployed.

It's all that's keeping us
from going to the bottom.

I'm in your world now, Nathan.
You got any ideas?

Well, you could bleed some of your
pressurized air into the cabin.

It'll keep the water
from seeping in.

And when we run out?

I'll rescue you.

Yeah, and never let me
live it down? Not a chance.

Now listen carefully. I want
to put some of my people on.

Wait a minute. Before you go, Nathan,
what's the security clearance on your crew?

You can speak freely.

Well, you know we took a lot of geologic
core samples all over the Martian surface.

Of course.
Any signs of life?

In a big way.
Yuwenia Bentleyi.

Lucas, what is Mars?
It's another planet.

It's kind of like
a new island.

How far is island Mars? Too far
for you to swim. That's for sure.

About a $100 trillion away.

We're a fine pair
of scientists, aren't we?

Life is discovered on another
planet, and we're both miserable.

What's your excuse?

I remember seeing you
on TV years ago.

You saw me on TV?
Mmm-hmm.

Lobbying the Appropriations Committee
to try and finish building seaQuest...

and you nearly lost
to Space Command.

There was one senator who wanted
to build an orbiting brewery.

Futurists.

It was a bad day all around.

I remember, after the testimony,
Carol and I went out to dinner...

just to be alone,
get away from it all...

and that was the night
we got the call...

that our son, Robert,
had been killed in action.

I never went back
to that shipyard.

Let me show you
what your friend Scott found.

Meet Yuwenia Bentleyi.

Sounds like a ballerina.

Yeah, but she's a snail. No,
she's a primeval earth mollusk.

I assume that your friend found
fossils of similar creatures.

I figured he'd find algae
or other microorganisms.

This kind of evolution proves that
there was water on ancient Mars...

for a considerable period
of time.

You gotta hand it to him,
Scott.

Bridge, what the hell's
going on here.

Reverse engines!
Still determining, Captain.

Contact lost
with lead WSKR, sir.

Freeze WSKRS, Mr. Ortiz.
Frozen, sir. All-stop on EVAs.

All stop on main drive.
It's a minefield, Captain.

We're in the middle
of a minefield.

Sub-surface mines, Captain.

The bottom's freshly disturbed.
Somebody just buried them.

Who? I've got an
unidentified submersible...

leaving the other side of the minefield.
No acoustical match to our library.

Keep track of him
as best you can.

Cap, those are KSL-8
anti-submarine detonators.

They're pressure-wake
activated.

Who uses those in this area?

Everybody.

Captain, should I put divers
out to disarm the mines?

No, we'll just lose time
that way.

We can back away and
re-route north. No.

The shortest distance
between two points.

We'll have to make sacrifices
to clear the minefield...

starting with the WSKRS.

Now, now, we'll buy you new
toys once you get to Pearl.

Yes, sir.
Here's what we're going to do.

We're going to send a WSKR
out, blow up the minefield...

and then move forward
behind it.

Captain? Cmdr. Keller.

Go ahead, Cmdr. Keller.
You're patched in.

How you doing, Nathan?
Great. How are you, pal?

This pressurized air business is slowing
the water down, but it's a losing battle.

Well, if it looks like
you're going to sink,

abandon the capsule.
We'll find you topside.

I can't move Petrovich,
and I'm not gonna leave him.

Besides, we haven't felt
Earth's gravity for two years.

Muscle atrophy would leave them too
weak to free swim to the surface.

I'll go and speak to him.

I'll drive faster, Scott.

Commander, Dr. Westphalen. Tell
me a little about your condition.

Any signs of nitrogen narcosis? None.

Good. Hypothermia? Water
temperature's dropping rapidly.

All right, here's what
I want you to do.

We're through the minefield,
sir.

Any WSKRS left?
No, sir.

How are you holding up?
I'm all right, sir.

They died a good death.
We're in open water.

Let's dive into the nearest
trench. Take us off the map.

Then, you two are gonna come
out of that trench in a launch...

carrying about 200 feet
of reflective streamers.

We're gonna make
a really big signature.

So anybody tracking us
will think we're the seaQuest?

Yes, exactly.
Got you, Captain.

Now, you can play havoc with their
12-mile limit if you want to...

but just buy me time
so we can slip out.

Yes, sir.
Aye, sir.

Any luck?

Well, I made it all the way through to
the Montagnard president's summer home...

and, nearest I can figure it,
why should they talk to you...

when they can scream
at our president?

Tell them, if they want
to skip the middleman...

we can clear up this
disagreement. Aye, sir.

This isn't my best language.

Just don't insult their
grandmothers. Aye, Captain.

Please,
you're out of your mind.

I don't agree with you at all.

What are you talking about,
Nathan?

We command the two most
sophisticated ships ever built.

I don't know about you,
but the older I get...

the more I measure my
accomplishments by how much they cost.

Yeah, well, you're talking
families and normal lives.

Ambition eats those
for breakfast.

No, I'm talking cold,
hard cash.

Well, here we go again.

Look, I applaud
your finding life on Mars...

but you always knew
it was there.

Yeah, well, the building blocks are
universal, and atoms do tend to combine.

Trophy to prove a thesis.

What are you doing down here
on the bottom of the ocean?

You go out, find little critters, put
them in a jar, hold them up to the light...

and you go, "Whoopee! Neat! "

Them little critters have
great implications for mankind.

Well, so do
the little critters on Mars.

Only you have to go out there
to find them.

I know what kind of life you're
really dreaming about finding...

but until we learn to travel
at the speed of light...

Yeah, I know. It's all one
spectacular waste of money.

$400 billion for a snail.

Nathan, if the world
is captivated by it...

they'll allocate the funds
for more research.

He wants more.
Hey, Nathan...

if you don't rescue me,

you're gonna lose your major
competition for taxpayer dollars.

Don't think it hasn't crossed
my mind, Scott-man.

It's getting ugly here,
Jonathan.

We've got nine ships
following us around,

and everybody's targeting
everybody else.

Just another half-hour, Katie.

Keep up the good work.
SeaQuest out.

You know, my father fought
alongside the Montagnards in Vietnam.

Those are some tough people.

Smart, too.

Looks like a few of them
aren't chasing us anymore.

Well, why don't we cross
over their 12-mile limit...

and see if we can't get them
interested again, Commander?

You got it, Chief.

We've got their signal buoy
locked in at 30 miles, Captain...

but, without WSKRS, we can't pinpoint
the capsule itself until we're closer.

Steam on in, fellows.

We got a nice little indoor
swimming hole here.

Hang in, Scott.
We're almost there.

Release the rescue launch.

Roger, Commander.
Rescue launch on the move.

I can't wait
to talk to these guys.

Damn. Forgot my camera.

I mean, they lived
on Mars for a month.

We lived down here for longer
than that. Not the same.

No, I entirely agree. You can hardly
compare hurtling through space in a closet...

with building
a livable habitat underwater.

It's just that the whole of my
professional life is at the end...

of a funding yo-yo, and I
sense the money that I need...

to complete my work
going elsewhere.

Tell you what.
When we get to the capsule...

what do you say we mess
with their snail samples?

In what way?
I don't know.

Make escargot.

Unidentified sub approaching
at 18 degrees, sir.

Is it the one
that laid the mines?

Hard to tell. They're putting
out a lot of extra noise.

They don't mind us knowing where they
are so long as we don't know who they are.

Target solution
on the intruder.

Lock in and flood all tubes.

The seaQuest beat us there.

Mr. President, they are
aiming at our rescue sub.

Well, we gave it a good try.

Be supportive
in any way we can.

They're turning, sir.
Showing tail.

Stand down
from targeting sweep.

Nice job.
Thank you, sir.

SeaQuest,
we got trouble here.

What is it, Lieutenant?

We found Wayfarer's signal
buoy on the surface, sir...

but it's not attached
to anything.

There's no capsule here.

What's he talking about,
Nathan? Where the hell are you?

In the wrong place, Scott.

Commander.
Something's locked onto us.

Torpedo dead ahead.
Evasive maneuvers! Chief...

What do you mean,
"It broke off"?

Well, the currents in this area are
westward, and that's the way the beacon went.

And that's what we followed.
Then where the hell am I?

Cmdr. Ford here. There's a
freak sub-surface current...

running in the opposite direction.
You were swept up in that.

Are you sure? We're locked
onto your radio signal now.

You're on our navigation screens,
and you're 120 miles away.

You want to tell me
about negative buoyancy again?

Now, we're not going
to let that happen.

Don't make any more promises
you can't keep, Nathan.

I've got three of the bravest damn people
here. They've been to Mars and back.

Now, don't you let them die in
your dinky little saltwater pond.

Just keep broadcasting, Scott.
Forty minutes.

Captain, there's been no signal from
Cmdr. Hitchcock or Chief Crocker...

since the launch went down...

and they were
inside Montagnard territory.

Have the UEO send out
search choppers right away.

Yes, sir.

SeaQuest calling UEO command.

I don't care if you have to burn down the
Engine Room and melt the drive train...

get this boat
to those astronauts.

I know you have problems
I don't understand...

but I was told those
astronauts would be safe by now.

Mr. President,
Capt. Bridger...

has already explained about
the sub-surface currents.

I'm not interested
in explanations.

Captain, I assumed that you would
take these things into consideration.

And what the hell was that decoy
stunt into Montagnard territory?

I'm in the middle of a tactical
maneuver. There are lives at stake.

That's what
dictates my actions.

Don't give me attitude,
Captain.

The question is, does your dislike of
the space program play a part in this?

Come on, you jerks!

Lucas!

I'm sorry, Captain. I was just flipping
through the communications band.

I thought
this is a secure channel.

It is, sir, that's the Wolenczak
boy I've been telling you about.

How can they possibly think
you screwed up on purpose?

Lucas, thank you.
That's enough.

Mr. President, I'll pretend
the question wasn't asked.

I'm sorry, Captain. We'll
let you get back to your work.

Thank you.

So what do you think?

Sir?
The beacon.

Am I so petty that I refused to
anticipate something going wrong?

Come on, Jonathan.
Level with me.

Do you doubt yourself because
others do or because you do?

I know I'm not perfect, and
today it really worries me.

Then I think you already know
the answer to that question.

If you'd deliberately left
your friend out there to die...

you wouldn't have the courage
to ask yourself that.

Thanks.

Okay,
let's nail this puppy down.

Sir, there are three Montagnard
anti-submarine ships...

dead ahead on the surface.

Our present course will take
us directly beneath them.

I know that.
Tell me about the submarine.

Well, there's too much extra
noise to make a positive ID...

but I'm guessing she's a
German-made Santa Rosa attack...

or an Italian Torino class.

How fast did she move?
Well within either's range.

Depth?
Both boats can go that deep.

Retreat path?
Due east towards the coast.

Dove into a trench.

Just as if she knew
her way around, huh?

Like a Montagnard would.

And they buy Santa Rosas.

Captain,
Montagnard President Hoi Chi.

Thank you for taking our call,
Mr. President.

Your lieutenant
intimated trouble if I didn't.

I think we already have that,
sir.

Despite what
your president intended...

steaming around like a colonial
power only inflames my enemies.

I apologize for our behavior. We should
never have been on military alert.

And how does your hindsight explain
breaching our 12-mile limit...

with a sea launch?

My responsibility as well,
born of circumstance.

What could possibly motivate
you to breech international law?

Sir, are you aware of an unidentified
submarine dogging our progress?

My military keeps me informed.

It's your vessel, sir.

They're planting mines
in front of us.

They've charged us
aggressively more than once.

Should that prove true, Captain,
then I would be one to apologize.

What does it matter now? You have your
astronauts. Why not leave our waters?

I don't have them, sir. They're
drifting towards your shore...

and their time is running out, and I
need to know that you won't interfere.

I can't allow it.

Are you threatening me?

I'm informing you.

It's been a painful day
for all of us...

but I can offer you
a small reprieve.

Chief.
Commander.

They're fortunate.
Only minor injuries...

and they will be my guests
until you send for them.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Mr. President, it was the
only way to slow them down.

You do not make policy!

Mr. President, you wanted
a public-relations coup.

I tried to give it to you.

All right,
maybe there's still a chance.

Where is your submarine? Heading
east, ahead of the seaQuest.

Mr. President, we should be
very close to the capsule now.

If we can rescue them first, no one
will remember what happened before...

but, General Tran, do not
interfere with seaQuest.

If she's there first,
back off.

ETA, 20 minutes
to Wayfarer.

Cmdr. Keller says
they're starting to sink, sir.

We gotta push it.
I'm over specs now.

Unless you mix helium into your space
suits, oxygen toxicity is inevitable.

So we got air, but it's gonna
kill us if we drop below 300 feet.

That's about the size of it,
Commander.

Popping to the surface is out
of the question now, right?

An uncontrolled ascent would
cause an embolism to the brain.

The bends.

You got a lot of ways to die down here,
Doc. Any more you'd like to tell me about?

Unidentified torpedo targeting
us head on from 7 miles away.

We're traveling towards it
at 3 miles a minute.

Evasive maneuvers? Negative.
Maintain course and speed.

Mr. Ortiz, hone in
on our torpedo's frequency.

Prepare countermeasures.

Countermeasures.

This is Lt. Krieg.
We are under attack.

Brace for collision.
Prepare to crash dive.

Incoming torpedo at 4 miles,
Captain.

Countermeasure loaded
and ready in Tube 1.

Break it down for me, Mr. Ortiz.
Three miles and still closing.

Two miles.
One and a half, sir.

Twenty seconds to impact.

One mile.
Fire.

Fire!

Trailing torpedoes, sir.
Half-mile. Crash dive.

Dive! Dive!

Second torpedo clear.
One to go.

No airtight breach, but they got
a piece of rudder and propulsion.

Our speed's plummeting.

Continue on
with whatever we've got.

Commence repairs immediately.

Scott, you still there?

Listen, we're dropping.
The water's rising.

When I put on my helmet, we're not
going to be able to talk anymore.

I'm sorry about before.

I always get a little cranky
after a long trip.

I'm sorry, too.

Well, I know you did
the best you could...

so don't you carry this around
with you when it's over.

Okay?

Did I tell you
that Marcy had a baby?

No.

Well, congratulations,
Grandpa. Claire Mars.

Born two days after we landed
on the Red Planet.

I've never seen her in person.

I kind of hate the idea
of her growing up...

without someone from our
generation getting in her face.

Don't worry. I'll find her.
Thanks.

One other thing
I have to ask you.

Nathan, this is gonna be
a little harder for you.

You don't even have to ask.

The core samples will get to
Space Command. Don't worry.

Okay.

Did I ever tell you
why I chose the space program?

No, why?

Because I knew it would be the
only way I could get above you.

Steady as she goes, Scott.

I'll see you around, Nathan.

Faster, damn it.

Mr. Ortiz.

Adjust two degrees starboard.
Descend to 330 feet.

Adjusting 2 degrees starboard,
descending to 330 feet.

What's the point? They're past
the depth for oxygen toxicity.

He knows, Doctor.

Lt. Krieg? I'm right
behind the probe, Captain.

I can see its taillights.

There it is.

Something's different.
Check the schematics.

It's gone. The compartment holding
the Martian core samples is gone.

What? Where is it?

Maybe it broke loose during
re-entry. Or on impact.

I don't care about that now,
people.

The hatch was blown
from the inside, sir.

They did the only thing they
could, tried to swim to the surface.

Their own air
was choking them.

I would've done
the same thing.

Our search crews are out.

The Montagnards are helping
on the surface...

but, so far,
no bodies have been found.

I am sorry about
the astronauts, Captain,

but the priority now
is the core samples.

They represent the efforts
of 10,000 scientists.

Yes, sir. I'll be finding
them for one in particular.

Sir, the compartment could've broken
loose at any point during re-entry.

Captain, we can work backward
from the point of splashdown...

but it's still
a needle in a haystack.

We'll have to fine-tune our equipment
down to the scale of a container.

I don't know if side-scan sonar
will pick up an object that small...

without WSKR enhancement.
Ultramafic rock.

Sorry, I was just
thinking out loud.

Captain, really,
we are quite busy here.

Sir, I'd like to hear
what he has to say.

Didn't Wayfarer take a couple of
core samples from the Tharsis Bulge?

Yes. Yeah, one from
Mars' biggest volcano...

Olympus Mons, and one from a huge
meteor strike near the equator.

Ultramafic rock. It's loaded
with magnetic minerals.

If you calibrate a magnetometer
for the dense material...

the samples will show up on
the ocean floor like a beacon.

Good work, son.

Okay, we'll put all the magnetometers
we have on the launches and Sea Crabs.

Coordinate the search.
Tight-grid pattern. Done.

Come on, smarty-pants.

Let's turn the boat around, and we'll
retrace the capsule's drift pattern.

Aye, sir.

Captain?

I'm all right.

Mr. President.
Commander.

I understand we rescued
you just in time.

You're in my will.

No, just include me in your
book, favorably, of course.

No other way, sir.

Mr. President.

Can you hold off notifying the seaQuest
and space command for a little while?

Why? They should know
their people are safe.

Let me take them to a
hospital, cover our bases.

Mr. President,
I need one hour.

Commander,
I leave you in good hands.

Commander, where are the
core samples you took on Mars?

When we reached you, they
were gone. You're kidding?

Not in my repertoire.

Where are they?
I don't know.

That container can't be opened
except under quarantine conditions.

I will not presume.
I am a businessman, Commander.

Ransom?

Ultimately it will be called
a finder's fee.

Seven-figure finder's
fee, huh? Maybe eight.

I knew your sub couldn't be
seaQuest. They were too far away.

So I blew the explosive bolts
and jettisoned the container.

So it sank at the point
where we saved your lives?

Yeah.
Thank you, Commander.

You are a hero.

Keep them in the infirmary
until I notify you.

Incommunicado.

All right, here we go.

Krieg says that the core samples are
in a case wedged down in the ravine.

Well, Schwartz and Vosko have passive
flotation lifts for either end.

Well, don't detach them
until we've checked the case.

If it's leaking, we're gonna have to
quarantine the whole area before moving it.

Understood. Let's go!

I am sorry about Scott,
Nathan.

I'm sure he'd be very glad that
you're personally doing this.

I owe him that.
I owe him a lot more.

How so?

Well, for 30 years, we challenged
each other, goaded each other.

The irony is that one of the reasons I
built this tub was to stay ahead of him.

I wonder how much of you
he took with him to Mars.

Bridger ready? Yes, you
know what you have to do?

Darwin understand.
All right.

Try and keep it steady.

What I wouldn't give
to examine these core samples.

You want to open it here or
wait until we get to seaQuest?

Movement at 9 o'clock.

Divers. Arm your weapons.

No. No, don't provoke them.
Just wait, all right?

Attaway, pal.

All right, Darwin.

Now, Commander. Take them.
You men take either flank.

Thank you, my friend.

Let's go.

You're going to kill us,
aren't you?

The mountain road that leads to the
hospital is a very treacherous one.

I wish you good luck.

Perhaps you would feel better
if I drove...

ah...

but I'll be too busy
with the court martial.

I'm deeply disappointed
in you, Tran.

After all these years...

to put your greed over the half-billion
people in our Confederation.

Those are UEO officers.

They will escort you
and your crew to the seaQuest.

My contrition is feeble...

but heartfelt, Commander.

They're safe, Captain,
and I owe you an apology.

Accepted, Mr. President.

Once the astronauts
are safely aboard...

I'll have my navy escort you
to international waters.

Since it was your efforts that
resulted in the Wayfarer's rescue...

I wondered if you wouldn't mind
hosting the press conference...

announcing their safe return?

My people would consider it
an honor, sir.

We'll patch them up
and send them on.

I promise you, Doc.
You'll have access...

to everything
we've brought back from Mars.

The man's a saint, even though
he is in the wrong profession.

I'll have her up
on my next mission. You watch.

You're looking much better.

Well, better than my crew, but
I'm told they're gonna be fine.

No more torpedoes? No more
torpedoes. Things are looking up.

I don't believe it.
You've been away two years.

This is Darwin.

Hello, Darwin.

Scott-man.

This is what you spend
all your money on?

Dollar for dollar,
he's better than a Martian.

God, look at me.

I got the most important press
conference of all time waiting...

and I'm in a wheelchair, in my
bathrobe, and you had to rescue me.

Hey, I'll let you do
all the talking.

Thanks, Nathan.
My pleasure.

Welcome home.

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

Research carried out in space not
only investigates other planets...

it tells us a great deal
about Earth.

In August of 1992, the
TOPEXIPoseidon satellite...

was launched into orbit, circling
Earth every 112 minutes...

at an altitude of 850 miles.

Using a radar altimeter, this
satellite is now mapping...

the great mountain ranges
beneath the sea.

Join us on the next exciting
episode of seaQuest DSV.