All language subtitles for Star Trek Prodigy 1x01 - Lost and Found (1) (English)

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Five, four, three...

my ticket outta here.

Hmm?

Did you see that?

Oh, yeah, no one here
understands anything.

Sorry, didn't quite catch that.
You'll have to chirp a little slower.

Easy, fellas.
It's called humor.

It takes the edge off of the hard labor.

Drednok!

What's the top bot doing down here?

- You look... tense.
- Have you seen Fugitive Zero?

Well, I can see how you lost him.
He barely fits in your hand.

But I'll make sure to keep an eye out.

Uh, you may wanna ask that thing.

He looks like he has a big mouth.
If that even is a mouth.

Hey-oh-oh!
Woah!

Prisoner Dal R'El,
what species are you?

Wow, getting personal.
Borderline inappropriate.

Okay. Let's do this.
Honestly, who knows?

If you can enlighten me,

it'd sure be a weight
off of my shoulders.

I'd ask my co-workers,
but you banned translators

- to keep us from talking, so...
- He's seen Zero.

Hey...
hey now, easy with that thing.

Fugitive Zero is here.

Which way is up?
Up! Up! Up!

Ugh.

Whoa! Not this way, okay.

Ah!

Oh, no...

Seems that you've
spilled your goop.

Mind your own business!

Nothing to see here!

Ahh-ah-ah!

Remember this day, Watchers,

when you watched the wily Dal R'El

fool you all and escape!

Oh, n-n-n-n-no!

Aah! What the...?

What's that?
I can borrow it?

Thanks!
I'll be sure to return it!

Get out of the way!

Whoa! Ah!

Okay, what's the plan?

Okay, Dal.
Let's find a way outta here.

Rubble Crusher Outlet?

It probably sounds worse than it is.

Ah! Ah! It's worse!
It's so much worse!

No, no, no.

No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

No one.

No one shall escape.

You can make it. You got this.

Just a little further.

Come on, Dal!

Please. Please.

Ah. No. No!

The Kazon apologizes for his delay.

His excuse is that he's
already given us every criminal

and orphan this side of the Delta.

But to continue this relationship,

he offers this one for half price.

I agree to these amends.

I told him if he ever brought us
one so young again,

it would be him working the mines.

You may be fluent in
many tongues, Young Progeny,

but only I am to speak
for Our Diviner's dealings.

Do not overstep your boundaries.

I don't understand why
my father makes me translate

when you're programmed
to do just the same.

Have trust.
Our Diviner has a plan for you.

Ugh. A plan he never tells me.

Progeny of Solum, you
may speak in Standard.

I know you favor this primitive tongue.

You summoned, Our Diviner?

Did my negotiations with
the Kazon disappoint you?

You have always
cared for my Unwanted,

but that isn't why I called for you.

How well do you know
this prisoner, Dal R'El?

I know his species is... unknown.

He's mildly intelligent,

but his abilities... are few.

He talks a lot.

I need him to talk.

My advisor believes he may
be working with Fugitive Zero.

How is his tolerance to pain?

Forgive me, Our Diviner.
That won't be necessary.

I can get him to talk.

- But I need time.
- Time?

Every moment Fugitive
Zero stays at large

gives the Unwanted hope,

and hope has no purpose here.

I should have never questioned you.

My Progeny, we are the
last of the Vau N'Akat,

and whatever future our people hold
will be up to you.

Do it your way.
But if you can't get him to talk,

Drednok will use alternative methods.

I will not fail you.

That's 12-me, six-you,
not that I'm counting.

You are hiding her from
the truth of our mission.

She is not ready.

She must not know
what I'm searching for.

I can't have the thought of the
Federation influence her in any way.

When the time is right,
she will understand why.

But if this boy fails to deliver,
use your methods.

You never give up hope, do you?

Who's there? Who said that?

Just a prisoner, like everyone else.

You speak my language!

What species are you?
What sector are you from?

Does it matter?

We're all trapped here just the same.

Not me. I'm getting outta here.

Everyone wants to escape.
But you're special.

You're the only one
who still thinks he can.

Who are you?

Just someone curious
who needs a little hope.

Ah. Hey! Okay! Okay!

Easy, tripod!

Wait.

Who was I just talking to?

Oh! Ow!
Okay, okay, okay.

Tell me again what
it's like out there.

Share some of those honey lychees,

and I'll tell you stories
that'll make you feel

like you're living amongst the stars.

Good to see you, Gwyn.

It's nice to have someone to chat with,
even if you are my only option.

You tried to fly a class-D loader
into space. Really?

Truthfully,
I didn't think that far ahead,

but I would've figured it out.

I saw my chance, so I took it.

So it was just chance you
escaped at the very moment

Fugitive Zero sabotaged
the manacle antenna?

Whoa, now, hold up.

Is this what this is about?

You think I'd hitch my
fate to some rebel fighter?

I know you'd do anything
to get out of here.

'Fess up. You two are in cat boots.

- What's so funny?
- "Cat boots"? You mean "cahoots."

I refuse to be mocked by
someone of your reputation.

And, uh, what reputation is that?

Tell me where to find Fugitive Zero,

and Our Diviner will set you free!

Gwyn, Gwyn, Gwyn.

You're a chump to think he'll
let anyone off this rock,

- even you.
- At least I know what I am.

You want Fugitive Zero?
Tell you what:

get me a ticket outta
here on that Kazon ship,

and I'll tell you
everything I know about him.

Fugitive Zero isn't
a "him" or a "her."

Medusans are non-corporeal.
They don't have a body.

- A Medusan? A telepath...
- You know nothing.

I tried to help you,
but you can't even help yourself.

Wait, wait, wait,
I did talk to Fugitive Zero!

- Sure you did.
- In my cell.

Someone was in my head,
asking all sorts of questions.

I swear to you.
I can find Fugitive Zero.

You have until the end of tomorrow
to locate the fugitive.

If you don't, I can no longer
protect you from Drednok.

You know what he'll do to me.

Then for your own sake,
I hope you come through.

Fugitive Zero was last seen
in the Northwest Crevasse.

- I suggest you start there.
- That's deep core mining!

How is a guy my size
supposed to get down there?

You're crafty. Figure it out.

Great, goop guy.

What's this?

Oh! A little safety video.

Oh, there's a lot of Xs down there.

Okay, okay, I get it.
Buddy system.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I cannot be buddies with him!

Lights? Huh.
Oh, what are those things for?

Ugh.

Whoa!

Hey, I know we got
off on the wrong foot,

and our feet are connected,

but my life is kinda on the line,

so I really need your
help to find Fugitive Zero.

Ha!
I don't know what that means,

but if you see anything,
or hear voices in your head,

growl at me. You understand?

Wait a minute, where are your ears?

Can you even hear me?

Look! Look!

Yes, pictures.

If you help me, I can escape!

I mean, we can escape.

Oh! Hey, Crater Face,
I wasn't done talking!

Uh, I didn't think that
was actually gonna hit you.

Okay, he's stomping.
Back off, Rocky!

Whoa!

Oh! Oh!
X! X! X!

You... saved my life.

Aaah!

Whoa.
Where are we?

What is this?

There's so much!

This alone could buy
our way onto that ship!

With this much, we could
buy the entire ship!

I can see the stars now.

Whoa.

Oh, man.

Would you look at this?

How'd it get here?

Where's the crew?

You said it, big fella.

Whoa.

What did you do?
What did you press?

I didn't press anything!

I... I...

I understand you.

And you're not a big
fella, you're... you're a...

- What?
- Not what I thought.

What... what's your name?

- Dal.
- Rok-Tahk.

- Excuse me?
- My name. It's Rok-Tahk.

Nice to meet ya, kid.

That thing... it's
some sort of translator.

Yeah, I know.
I'm big, not dumb.

What did we find?

From the looks of it,
our ticket out of here.

How did a ship this
size get inside here?

The more important question...

How do we get it out?

You're... Fugitive Zero.

He's a... robot?

Not a robot, nor a he or she.

I am Medusan, an
energy-based life-form.

- Oh.
- I built this containment suit

because if any corporeal
being were to lay eyes

on my true self,

- you would go mad.
- Oh!

- You built that... really?
- Try to build one without any hands.

I think I did a fine job.

Why are you following me?

You are a curious one, Dal R'El.

I used to have such hope.

But then I was captured

like everyone else.

I was forced to do terrible things.

They used me as a weapon.

But I managed to escape.

Curiously, of all the
minds I could read,

I couldn't see the Diviner's.

I could only sense a dark purpose.

He was searching for something.

He was looking for this ship.

- Do you have telepathic powers too?
- Not quite.

But he has unwittingly
found the one thing

that has eluded us all: a way out.

- A reason for hope.
- We can save everyone!

Don't start packing your stones yet.

If we don't keep a lid on this,
it won't save anyone.

Can the three of us get it out of here?

Three? A ship this size
requires at least 20.

Or, depending on the
species, 37 appendages.

That's way too many
appendages to keep this quiet.

How many just to get it off the ground?

From its state of disrepair,
we'd at least need an engineer.

That's what I was thinking!

Maybe I'm telepathic too.

An engineer, huh?

Oh-oh-oh-oh, great.

Mr. Pain-In-My-Tail-Butt
is back to wreck my loader again.

And he's found the only
thing denser than him.

What if this
Pain-In-Your-Tail-Butt told you

there's a way off this rock?

Oh, whoa!
You understand Jankom Pog?

Wait, Jankom Pog understands you?

- How?
- Magic.

- It's a translator.
- Oh.

- A magic translator.
- What if we told you we found a ship,

but need your help
getting it off the ground?

You wanna leave?

You think it's bad down here?

- Out there is no picnic.
- You're right.

- Sure...
- He does argue everything.

He's Tellarite. That's what they do.

You're right!
What were we thinking?

- We'll stay!
- Stay? Ha!

You wanna chop rock for
the rest of your life?

If you can get out, get out!

It's not every day you find a free ship.

- He probably can't even fix it.
- How dare you!

Jankom can fix everything.

But who wants an engineer
who argues all the time?

Uh, someone who
values a counter opinion

that may very well save your life.

Go ahead!
Surround yourself with yes trolls.

See how far that gets you.

So you're saying...
we should have you on our ship?

Like it or not, you're stuck with me.

Congratulations!
You just got yourself an engineer.

Now this is a piece of work.

Can wait to take it apart
and look under the hood.

Jankom Pog, I am Zero.

I thought you'd be more
interested in the ship.

You've seen one, you've seen 'em all.

That is an impossibility. There
are millions of ships in the galaxy.

Hey, don't hurt it.

Don't worry, Brik-brain.

It's percussive maintenance.
Sorta my thing.

- Can you get it up and flying?
- Of course!

- In one week.
- And by week, you mean end of day?

Yeah, sure.
In your dreams.

End of day? Why the hurry?

Dal already made a deal
with the Diviner's daughter.

If he doesn't turn me in,
he will suffer greatly.

I forgot.
You read minds.

- Why would you lie to us?
- How could I lie

when we didn't even
speak the same language

- until I found the ship?
- You mean we found the ship.

Tail-Butt
is definitely turning us in.

Hm.

- Mmm.
- I know it sounds like nonsense.

But every language is
a window into a new culture.

It's hard to believe
how many are out there.

You really need to
work on your entrance.

Your favorite prisoner...

- Are you aware of his whereabouts?
- Of course.

He's looking for Zero in
the Northwest Crevasse.

And why isn't he there?

Looking good, Jankom.
Seeing progress.

And just how are you helping?

Uh, motivation.
Keeping morale high.

Guys, guys!

I found someone else to come with us!

Whoa, Rok.

I thought we made it clear
this was a secret operation.

- You invited that thing?
- What is that bag of spit?

He isn't a "that."
I named him Murf.

I can't wait to hear what he has to say.

He's such a chatterbox.
Aren't ya, Murf?

Mm-hmm.

He's probably too smart

for our translators.

Ah! Ah! Oh, no, no, no, no!

No, back, back, back!

No, no, no, no, no!
Get away from there.

Oh!

At least our secret's safe with him.

Quiet!

Watchers are coming this way.

They're tracking our monitors.

W... what'll happen if they catch us?

You're a survivor.
Help us survive.

Jankom, get this ship
ready by end of day.

And Rok, you're with me.

Conceal the entrance.
I'll keep 'em busy.

Oh,...
Gwyn.

What do I owe the pleasure?

From the looks of it,
you found enough chimerium

to buy your way onto that Kazon ship.

Gwyn, I was gonna tell you.

I was just getting
somewhere on this Zero guy,

but then we came across this.
Honest.

Dal, if you're hiding something...
tell me.

- I wish I knew what to say.
- You've tried your way.

Now I'll try mine.

Escort this prisoner
to work the outer rim.

You're putting me on the surface?

No one comes back from there!

He's our best chance to find Zero.

- If my father knew...
- Your father gave the order.

They sent Dal to the outer rim!

- What?
- Dal may not survive,

so we have to at least
consider an alternative.

But we can hope
for as long as we can.

It wasn't supposed to end this way.

So this is goodbye, huh, Gwyn?

You know,
different circumstances,

we could've been friends.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I'll never get off this planet either.

Remember last time in detention?

You told me about that cluster of stars.

What were they called?

The Window of Dreams.

How do you describe
the most beautiful thing

you've ever seen?

Why'd you have to get involved, Dal?

Every time you escape, you lose.

Gwyn? Can you hear me?

I can... hear fine... can you...

Oh, no.

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh!

- Are you happy now?
- Well done, Progeny.

He'll lead us right to Fugitive Zero.

- A little help?
- Got my hands full, sweetie.

Who you calling "Sweetie"?

You survived!

Of course I survived.
Why do you all look so surprised?

Wait, were you gonna leave without me?

- Uh... no?
- Your chance of return was low.

Our desire to leave remained high.

I can be offended later.
More important, can the ship fly?

Of course she'll fly.

But without shields,
Zero will need to chart

the perfect course
out of these mines.

Has anyone seen my hand?

Ugh.
I'll fix the shields.

You find that hand.

Ah!

Ugh.

These shield thingies...
what am I looking for, Pog?

You know, a severed
line, a loose part.

Anything out of the ordinary.

So you did know Fugitive Zero.

How did you find me?

The surge on the surface.
That was you.

Mm... busted.

I knew you were in cat boots.

Well, I wasn't, but then I was.
But then I wasn't again.

What is all of this?

Our ticket out of here.
To a better life.

Join us.
You always wanted to see the stars.

I tried to save you.

And now we can save each other.

Dal.
It's too late.

Well done, Progeny.

He led us right to the Protostar.

You knew this ship was here?

What did you think your father
was mining for all these years?

Ah, ah!

Dal, what're we gonna do?

Fugitive Zero.
Our Diviner has great plans for you.

Search the vessel.

Make sure there aren't
any more Unwanted aboard.

Uh...

What is he doing with his face?

He's telepathically
sending me a message,

but since I do not agree with
his plan, I am ignoring him.

He assumes his facial
distortions might sway me.

What is his plan?

Take the Diviner's daughter hostage.

- That's a terrible idea.
- Or the best! Ha!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

It appears we are fighting now.

Hmm. Or not.

Don't touch my friend!

Start the ship!

Do not let the prisoners escape.

Ah!

Please remain calm.

Rahk Te'Tu vanu ve.

She's not remaining calm!

Ah!

I surrender.

- Do not damage my prize.
- Cease fire, cease fire!

Oh!

Ah!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No.

We're falling, not flying!

There's a bit of a learning curve.

Start the ship. Start the ship!

Found the right button.

We should probably make a note of it.

- Go, Zero!
- Yes, thank you!

- Go me!
- No, go!

Get us outta here!

Oh, no, not the water!

The little red dots
are still coming after us.

Can we go any faster?

Faster?

I'm flattered you think
I know what I'm doing.

- Do you realize what you're doing?
- Making a series of bad decisions.

Yes. Jankom Pog is aware.

- Hull at 82 percent.
- Zero?

- Oopsies.
- Ugh, amateurs.

I'm sorry I wasn't born with fingers.

- Let me in!
- Not until you fix those shields!

I'm not an engineer.
That's your job!

- What is your job?
- I thought I was captain.

Hull at 79!

- Ah!
- Left!

No, your other left! Have you
ever even flown a ship before?

- No! Does it show?
- Wall, wall! Wall!

This will either be spectacular

or a terrible end to our adventure.

Ah!

- Whoa!
- Spectacular!

Hull at...

We know, we know! Where's
Dal with those shields?

Where are we even going?

There! Any of those
drainage corridors

will lead us right to the surface.

Whoa.

I've looked forward to this moment.

What are you doing?

Dal needs me to turn the ship.

Turn? We can barely go straight!

Everyone, hold on!

Ah!

We're so dead.

Come on.

Come on!

Tough break.

Now bug off.

Tail-Butt actually did it.

We should probably let him in now.

Oh, yeah!
Captain on the bridge!

Don't say it.
I see it in your eyes.

- You're welcome.
- That's our way out!

Do not damage my prize.

I'm well aware.

What... what was that?

There goes our exit.

We're gonna crash! Can we stop?

Unfortunately, I
haven't learned that yet.

Great, and now we're all gonna die.

Not yet.
We just gotta fire the torpedoes.

Do we have torpedoes?

Then the
"pew-pew-pew" button.

I don't see
a "pew-pew-pew" button.

Just hit 'em all
until it goes "pew pew!"

- How good are those shields?
- Not good enough.

Prepare for impact.

Huh?

Activating phasers.

Whoo!

We got phasers, baby!

Hey, you always
wanted to see the stars.

Am I right?

- Hm.
- Welcome to the crew, Murf.

Okay, let's plot a course, Zero.

- Where to?
- Um...

yeah, whew...

um... yeah.

Man, there are a lot
more stars than I thought.

Let me guess: you haven't
thought that far ahead.

- I'll figure something out.
- Only this time...

he has help.

Did someone ask for help?

I am Hologram Janeway,

your training advisor
for exploring the greater galaxy.

On behalf of Starfleet,
welcome aboard.

How can I be of assistance?

- What is that?
- I have no idea.

Get... me...
my ship!

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