All language subtitles for Voltron.Legendary.Defender.S04E03.1080p.WEB-DLx264-NTb-NONHI

High Priestess, you're needed.

Why hide the identity
of those who attacked your base?

Give us the information.

I'm telling you, it must have been Lotor.

He appears to have no ability
to recall what happened.

No one can completely wipe
a memory away.

There are always remnants
deep within to claw out.

Why would Prince Lotor attack a base

when he could walk in
and take whatever he desires?

I don't know.

The prince was the one who banished him
to the Ulippa System.

He must be trying to stain
Prince Lotor's reputation.

Perhaps. Continue the interrogation.

Excuse me! Coming through!

Just right in there.
They'll get you sorted out.

-Is that the last of them, Coran?
-That's it.

A few hundred more souls
looking for a new home.

A few hundred more soldiers
in the fight against the Galra.

Hey, Pidge is back.

Hey, everybody.
This is my brother, Matt.

-Hey, everybody.
-Matt, this is Hunk, Lance, and Coran.

Hey.

-Nice to meet you.
-Pleasure.

And this is Princess Allura of Altea.

Whoa!

It is so wonderful
to finally meet you, Matt.

Whoa! Oh, my goodness!

You are so beautiful!

It is my honor to meet you, Princess.

Shiro?

It's so good to see you, um, sir.

Oh.

Pidge never gave up on finding you.

Yeah, she can be pretty stubborn at times.

And I want you to know that all of us
will help you find your father.

-Thanks.
-Matt, this is the Castle of Lions.

-Whoa. Nice ship.
-Let me take you on a tour.

I am pleased to see you back
on your throne again, sire.

I'm afraid that Lotor
has not taken his duties

as heir to your empire
seriously, My Lord.

Vast stretches of territory
have fallen to Voltron

and a growing group of insurgents.

Your decision to place him
on the throne was ill-advised.

But no matter. I am returned.

It is time to relieve
my wayward son of his duties.

This is where all the magic happens.

Whoa!

Impressive!

-This is where I sit.
-Awesome!

And this opens up, and there's a zip line
that takes me to a speeder,

and that loads into my lion.

And this is where Allura stands.

And these little, glowy pillars rise up,

and then she uses Altean magic
that links her to that crystal,

and the crystal powers the ship,

and then she uses this thing
called a teludav to create wormholes!

This is our training room.

It has invisible walls,
and you can fight robots!

This is our cow.

How did you get--? Whoa!

This is our kitchen.
Here's where the food goo comes out.

Hey, this is pretty goo...d. Mm!

And this is the lounge,
you know, where we just hang.

-Just Voltron Paladins hanging out.
-Hey, hey!

I made celebratory milkshakes for you two!

Just a little welcome gift to Matt
from me and Kaltenecker. No big deal.

Fun fact about Alteans,
they don't get brain freeze.

Coran and Allura just totally hoovered up
their shakes in one slurp.

Uh, I've, uh, never seen
anything like it before.

So, like, what have you been doing
since you got busted out of Galra prison?

I've been stationed
at a listening outpost,

monitoring Galra radio chatter.

Are you serious?

Then you should totally check out
the Galra finder Pidge built.

We used it to track down
a Galra fleet and save a planet.

Hunk made the locator that led us
to the first Voltron Lion,

and we just built
an upgraded version of it to track Lotor.

Wow, Pidge. Dad would be so proud
if he could see what you've done here.

My Lord, we just received a message
from central command.

Emperor Zarkon requires
your presence immediately.

-Very well. Prepare a ship.
-Do you think he's onto us?

No, my father is simply ready
to return to the throne.

He can have it.
Our plans have not changed.

Narti, come with me.

The rest of you,
continue to oversee construction.

I will return shortly.

-Hello.
-Hope we're not interrupting.

I don't believe
we've been properly introduced.

-I am Princess Allura, and this is Coran.
-Pleasure.

-Quite lovely in here.
-Rather.

Is this, uh...?

Well, how do you find living on the Castle
with us? Pleasant, I hope.

Uh, if there's anything I can do to make
your stay here more to your liking,

please do not hesitate to ask.

It's her ship, so...

Uh, we were actually just enjoying
these milkshakes that you made for us.

Positively divine, really.

And, to be honest,
we were wondering...

I don't want to impose at all, of course,
but if it wouldn't be too much bother...

Could we have some more, please?

-Can he understand us?
-I think he's been insulted.

We best just back away.

Well, we'll be off now!
Enjoy your, uh... area!

Welcome, Prince Lotor.

Please, follow me.

Father, it gives me such pleasure
that you've made a full recovery.

-You look stronger than I've ever--
-Silence.

I did not bring you here
to waste time with your flattery.

You are relieved of your position,
effective immediately.

Lord, I beg you, do not discard me.
Let me stay by your side.

Your short reign
will be regarded as a black spot

on the Galra Empire
for years to come.

Of course, my efforts
at ruling the universe seem feeble

beside your inestimable accomplishments.

But, perhaps, if you were to train me,
I could learn.

You are no longer needed.

As you wish.

Something is amiss with Lotor.

I sensed a powerful energy on him
when he entered, something ancient.

He is no longer my concern.

Run the protocol to search for trackers.

Transpose the dynamics
and run that protocol again.

You think you can fool me, witch?
Destroy the bug.

This is a pretty sweet algorithm
for locating Galra targets

within a statistically acceptable
margin of error.

And I love that you color-coded it,
because what are we, animals?

Ugh, you two are definitely related.

Hunk, using the Fraunhofer lines
to track Voltron, and then the comet...

I mean, that's genius.

Oh, well, yeah, I try.

They say Fraunhofer was
the greatest glassmaker in Europe

and that, when he died, he took all his
greatest recipes to the grave with him.

-I want a Fraunhofer glass.
-So, check this out.

Huh?

This has all the relevant data
from my time with the rebels.

I think if we plug this info
into the setup you guys have here,

it might fill in the gaps.

Then, we just might have the best
anti-Galra intelligence mining operation

in this or any other reality.

This one time, we went to another reality.
It was pretty lame.

Wait, you what?
You were in a different reality?

No big deal.

My little sister.

Come on.

Yeah. Oh, no!

Lance, could you assist us for a moment?

-Not now!
-Okay.

We were wondering if you could possibly
assist us in getting a milkshake.

We tried to negotiate some on our own,

but we've run into a bit of difficulty
with Kaltenecker.

All right. Let's go.

Well, first off, Kaltenecker is a girl.

-Oh! I see.
-Apologies, madam.

Right, and she's a cow,
so she can't understand you.

Okay, communication issues.

Also, she doesn't make milkshakes.
She has to be milked.

Let me show you.

Watch and learn.

It's so thick.
It's almost like a milkshake right now!

It's not your fault, Kaltenecker.

You're a beautiful girl...

...and this is very natural.

How'd it go? Are you fired?

I'm afraid I was relieved
of my command, yes.

The second ship is complete
and ready for testing.

The sentries are just making
some final adjustments.

Excellent.

Sixty percent of the comet's material
has been used in the production

of the first two ships, My Lord.

We will have more than enough
for the creation of the third.

Well done, Acxa.

No.

My Lord, somehow Lotor has gotten
his hands on a trans-reality comet.

What?

And worse, it appears
he is building ships from the ore.

The only reason to keep them secret
is to use them against the empire.

But we will strike first.

Mobilize the fleet!

Hunt down Prince Lotor.

I think we've just about got it.

-All right!
-Yes!

Wow!

This is unbelievable. We're tracking
Galra fleet movements almost live.

I think I know a few tweaks we can make
to extend our range.

-Hold on, Pidge.
-What's up?

It's a scrambled message.
I've collected hundreds of 'em.

-I never crack 'em.
-Let me see.

I'm guessing this isn't just a simple
number-for-letter swap.

I've run these through every kind
of decryption technology I can think of,

and I've spent days with just the numbers
and a Galra language log.

-Nothing.
-Maybe they're not words.

Maybe they're just numbers.

Maybe they're a frequency.

A quantum signal that broadcasts
other frequencies to go to?

It's too high.
These are more than 3,000 gigahertz.

-Invert it.
-What?

For every wave we receive,
there's only partial transmittance, right?

Oh, right, yeah.

So, we figure
the transmission coefficient...

And tune for the frequency
of the reflected waves.

-Members of the Seventh...

...11th, 12th, and 14th Fleet,

assemble to rally point trox-lyte
immediately.

Engage targets at coordinates
in next transmission

by order of Emperor Zarkon.

-Members...
-Zarkon is alive?

Guys, look at this.

I've never seen troop mobilization
on this level before.

-What are they attacking?
-That's just it.

As far as I can tell, nothing.

There are no planets, no rebel ships,
no Blade of Marmora bases, nothing.

Engage targets at coordinates...

Whoever they're attacking,
we have to help.

I don't like it.
We should be gathering intelligence,

not diving into a fight
without knowing why,

especially now
that we know Zarkon is alive.

- We could go check it out.
- I think they'd probably notice us.

-Not if we're cloaked.
-You have cloaking? Who are you?

I'm not sure it's safe
for just the Green Lion.

I'm pretty sure
I can upgrade Voltron with cloaking.

We could all go.

Were you just waiting for your big brother
to show up before you rolled that one out?

It's something
I've been working on for a while,

but I can't pilot the Green Lion
and operate the cloaking at the same time.

-But if I had a co-pilot...
-Absolutely.

Let's get to the lions.

-What's happening?
-A Galra fleet is attacking us.

-Return fire!
-Wait, there's another fleet.

And another one.
We can't hold them all off.

Prepare the Sincline ships to takeoff.
Load the comet into mine.

We're leaving.

We're getting close. Everyone, get ready.

-Go ahead. Run the cloaking subroutine.
-Got it.

Initializing cloak.
I'm not sure how long we can keep this up.

All right, let's take a look
at who the Galra are attacking.

What the cheese?
It's Galra-on-Galra violence, again.

Oh, these people
just do not like each other.

Divert all power to defenses.

Hold the attack off until we're away.

Then, scuttle the--

-How did they find us?
-We must have been tracked.

Whose ships are those?

It's Lotor.

Lotor and Zarkon must be fighting
for control of the empire.

Guys, those ships
are getting awfully close.

Uh-oh. The trails from Lotor's ship drives
messed with our cloaking spectrum.

Can you find a work-around?

It's too late. Our cover's been blown.

We may have to engage.

- Hunk, use your bayard.
- You got it.

All right, that'll hold them.
Let's get out of here.

Sir, we're picking up a transmission.

Attention, citizens of the Galra Empire.

From this day forward, my son Lotor

is to be regarded
as a fugitive criminal of the empire.

All citizens are authorized
to use deadly force to stop him

or any of his soldiers.

I repeat, Prince Lotor
is an enemy of the state.

Engage with extreme prejudice.

Kill on sight.