All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E13 - The Risk-All Point-HI

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

What?

You seem to be looking
rather forward

to all of the pomp
and circumstance

of the commissioning ceremony.

Tyr, the Crimson Sunrise
will be the first

Commonwealth High Guard ship
to be launched in 307 years.

You're damn right
I'm looking forward to it.

You know,

they're saying as well
that the Crimson

will be a more powerful vessel
than the Andromeda.

How is your lordship
feeling about that?

Rumor.

[LAUGHING]

All right,
to tell you the truth,

I would like to have arrived
on the Andromeda,

but thanks to Mr. Harper's improvements
in the airscrubbers

and waste extraction,

we're stuck here
in this bag of bolts.

BEKA:
I heard that.

Lovable bag of bolts.

Good ears.

Dylan, Tyr.

Cockpit. Now.

TYR:
The hull configurations say

those would be Kenja Pride.

They haven't seen us
or we'd be dead.

These guys live to kill.

No.

They kill to live.

There's a distinction.

It's all the same
to the victims.

The Kenja consider
everyone a victim.

Perhaps they're feeling
extraordinary arrogant today.

They seem to be on a direct course
for the Crimson Sunrise.

- Making contact.
- No, no, no.

That'll just alert
the Kenja to our position.

So what do you want me to do?

Shortcut, slipstream, anything.

We have to warn her captain
before they get there.

This doesn't make sense.

The Crimson can chew up
and gargle those fighters.

Which introduces another issue.

The Kenja, well, Nietzscheans,

only pick fights
they know they can win.

They've got someone
on the inside.

Slipstream, in three,

two, one.

[EXPLOSION]

That's not possible,
Captain Hunt.

Every member of my crew
has undergone brain scans

and DNA analysis
for deception traits.

They're pure Commonwealth,
every one of them.

Even Nietzscheans
from the Kenja Pride?

Captain, the concept
of genetically distinct prides

is considered pre-Commonwealth.

On my ship, I recognize merit,

a quality summed up by the reformed
High Guard's new motto,

"We are a force of merit."

This guy's toast.

Captain Grissum, right now, there are five
Kenja fighters on course for your ship.

I'm afraid they don't share
your enlightened views.

Well, perhaps my guns
will enlighten them.

Dylan, it's the Crimson.

We're receiving an automatic
distress signal from your ship.

Impossible.

[ALARM BUZZING]

Those are thruster alarms.
Your engine's going critical.

No. It's not possible.

All hands...

All hands, this is the captain.

Abandon ship. Go.

I repeat, abandon ship.

Use every available
escape pod and drone.

[GROANING]

[EXPLOSION]

DYLAN:
The universe is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight
to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt,

captain of the
Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

She's gone.

Whoever's getting off,

got off.

TYR: It's been five minutes
since the first alarm.

That's time enough for even
the last crippled dog to escape.

The Crimson is a...

Was a traditional,
heritage-class design,

much like the Andromeda.

She should have had
at least 400 escape pods.

Well, that should keep everyone
safe until more help arrives.

Or until the Kenja show up and use
those pods for target practice.

Beka, open communications.

COMPUTER:
Crimson Sunrise, pod A-2-35,

Sinti naval station, Mayday.

It's a standard
distress-beacon loop.

Switch to local.

VOICES:
Help. Save us!

That would be the sound

of the reformed High Guard's
force of merit. [LAUGHING]

First emergency, and all their
training's gone out the airlock.

Beka, give me the closest
emergency beacon.

BAYLISS: Can anybody
hear me? Anybody?

This is Captain Dylan Hunt
in the Eureka Maru. We copy.

I'm Senator Bayliss

from the Commonwealth
of Venti Dulles.

We're on our way
to help you, senator.

BAYLISS:
Hurry.

Our pod's leaking.

We can't breathe.

We're running out of air.

Can you say why
the pod's leaking?

I'm not an engineer.

I just know that
some of these damn pods are,

they're exploding like bombs,

And if you don't save us,
we will too!

Senator, we are responding.
Please remain calm.

Tyr, airlock.

Beka, find out why
those pods are leaking.

They didn't coat the escape pods
with fullerene mesh?

Well, that's just brilliant.

Even in the old days,

we coated our fuel tenders
with fullerene mesh!

They probably figured
it was too expensive

for something they'd never use.

All right, let's do this,

but be careful.

We don't want to puncture
the pod's skin.

Target's in range.

Sensors on.

They're attached.

Good. Tell the senator.

Uh, Dylan, I think
we punctured something.

- BEKA: Their comm's down.
- Are they alive?

Hard to say.
Ambient temperature's normal.

We'll find out
when we open the airlock.

Thirty seconds to breach.

Outer latch sealed.
How are they doing?

They're all on their feet.

[WHIRRING]

[COUGHING]

[GASPING]

Closing airlock.

Round one.

Oh, how they fought
like hungry rats

at all the escape-pod stations,

The looting, the thieving,

but I owed a duty
to my Commonwealth.

Well, then, it's lucky
you were able to make it

onto the first
escape pod, senator.

Well, yes.

I guess the grim reaper

felt I still had more
to do for my citizens.

Even the grim reaper
didn't want her.

But you know, the first thing
I think I'll do when I get back

is outlaw Nietzscheans
from the Commonwealth.

They've already
betrayed us once.

I bet they even
blew up the ship.

You know, hold
that thought, senator.

My pilot needs
to have a word with me.

- Oh, but, uh...
- Be right back.

What's up?

According to
the pods' schematics,

their life support only lasts
for three days.

Three days?

But wait, there's more.

At the rate these things
are leaking,

my guess is most of them
won't last for three hours.

Three hours?

Design flaw, cost cutting.

Take it up with the senator.

Very funny.

All right, channel the Maru's
life support through the pods

as they link up with us,

and we'll bring everyone
on board from there.

Dylan, the Maru
has a capacity of 400.

- There are thousands out there.
- Yeah, I know.

We're going to save
everyone we can.

ANDROMEDA: Dylan, I'm taking some
of the pods directly into the cargo bay.

[WHIRRING]

[COUGHING]

[CLEARING THROAT]

Excuse me, excuse me.

Captain coming through.

What's up?

Uh, I've got some bad news,

and then I've got some bad news.

Oh, phew.
For a moment there,

I thought something good
was going to happen today.

Okay, give me
the bad news first.

If we attach many more pods,

we won't be able to slipstream.

The links were never designed
for this kind of stress.

So we don't slipstream.

The Eureka Maru
is a salvage ship,

and we have the time.

Which brings me to the bad news.

We don't have the time.

Pumping air through
all these attached pods

is straining the Maru's
life support.

Sooner or later, we have to
slipstream to the Andromeda

or we'll all suffocate.

What are you telling me?

In order to save
the ones we've got,

we might have to
leave some behind.

It's a little early
to talk about

who's going to live
and who's going to die.

This is still
a rescue operation.

TYR:
Dylan, cockpit.

[SIGHING] I'll bet
Tyr has some good news.

Hope so.

TYR: Based on
debris field analysis,

the explosion started
in the anti-proton storage

and sent the engines critical.

That's efficient.

Too efficient.

It is sabotage.

All right, let's assume
that they're Kenja crew members.

Now, we know that they don't
sacrifice themselves.

So they're either
still out there

in one of those escape pods...

Or already on board the Maru,

quietly hailing
their five fighter ships.

Target's in range.

Preparing magnetic web.

I am ordering you

to tell that man to stop
saving those pods!

We are saving
everybody, senator.

Even the Nietzscheans
saboteurs, captain?

Do you know
which pod they're in?

Because if you don't,

then I'd appreciate
you letting me do my job.

I just want to get
the hell out of here.

That would be nice
for everybody.

With that purpose in mind,
I've prepared an airlock for you, madam.

Why is he going on
about airlocks, huh?

Oh, I get it.

He's insulting me now, is he?

Oh, no, no, no.

He's just trying to protect you,

but for now, I think it's best
if you stay here in the cockpit.

BEKA:
Dylan, Tyr, engine room now.

Oh, it's a busy day.

[WHIRRING]

[BRAWLING]

BEKA:
Stop it.

Kludges sabotaged the Crimson,

so the Commonwealth
could blame it on us.

You did it yourselves.

I heard the rumors
about another über rebellion!

BEKA:
Stop it.

Uh, some help here, guys?

Two suspects.

And two motives.

Let's motivate them.

Captain on deck!

In the ranks.

Excuse me.
All right, let's go.

Did our people
sabotage that ship?

Who are you?

[GRUNTING]

Very possibly the last face
you'll ever see in life.

Now, tell me
who sabotaged that ship.

You blew up the Crimson Sunrise?

- No.
- Then who did?

We would never
blow up the Crimson.

It was them, the Nietzscheans.

Go on.

I don't know anything.

I just know it wasn't us.

All right, soldier.

I don't know how Captain Grissum
ran his ship, but on my boat,

you keep peace
with the Nietzscheans.

Understood?

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Next time,

you don't get off
with just a warning.

Dismissed.

One more thing.

Weapons.

Thank you.

Go on.

So?

The Crimson's crew
seems to have their problems.

Yeah.

Sabotage was too specific.

You said it started
in the anti-proton storage.

One of the most restricted
areas on the ship.

Only a couple of people
would have had access

without setting off alarms.

My guess is it was
just one person,

One person in the right place.

ERRIN:
Hailing rescue ship.

Come in, rescue ship.

Hailing rescue ship.

Come in, rescue ship.

You know her.

She's our first officer,

Errin Shohashi.

We got ourselves
a first officer.

Well, that's just great.

If we're lucky, maybe this one's
the saboteur.

This is the Eureka Maru.
We copy.

We've attached ourselves
to a dying pod with a proton leak.

If you don't detach us,
it'll explode

and we'll die with them.

Beka, locate that pod cluster.

Got it. We can save them.
We've got to move.

At the rate that pod's leaking,

we've got about 15 minutes.

We're making best speed.
Maru out.

And... target locked.

Do it. Tyr, meet me
at the airlock.

Come on.

Snatched. I got it.

[WHIRRING]

[COUGHING]

[GASPING]

She's Nietzschean.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

She's Nietzschean.

She can be anything
she wants to be.

Welcome.
I'm Captain Dylan Hunt.

First Officer Errin Shohashi.

Thank you for
your assistance, captain.

Have you found Captain Grissum?

Not yet. Sorry.

Permission to speak freely?

Granted.

Captain Grissum was a fool.

I believe you were
speaking with him

when his command collapsed
in the explosion.

Yes, we think your ship
was sabotaged.

Not sabotage, captain.

Human error.

[ALARM BUZZING]

Now what?

Now there's a proton leak from
one of the pods in the cargo bay.

If it spreads,
we're dead in seconds.

The pod's self-destruct code.
Someone must have tripped it.

- Tyr, let's go shut it down.
- No. I'll do it.

I memorized the codes
to all the escape pods,

- But I'll need help.
- I'll go.

Good.

Not this pod.

Let's try another.

As I know Drago's bones,
it will be the very last pod.

Here, let me take point.

[ALL CHATTERING]

You said you were looking
for just one person

in the right place.

And you're thinking
of a "first officer" kind of place.

Beka, I checked Errin's record.
She is clean.

Twice decorated.

Nietzschean first officers have
been known to betray a captain.

I'm just saying...

All right,

we'll keep an eye on her.

Not this pod either.

Just how well do you know
Drago's bones?

Oh, my lady, you
would be so surprised.

I am well aware of the fact
that she's a Nietzschean,

but according to this,

I think we can trust her.

I guess it helps
that she's beautiful.

- I hadn't noticed.
- Yeah...

Hey, look at this.

Courageous as well.

Do you even know
what pride she's from?

We're about to find out.

Genghis.

May I have a word, please?

Why do I sense this will end up
in a headlock?

Just looking for a source

who doesn't care about
political correctness.

This is the one.

You know that?

It has to be.
It's the last one.

Open that up.

Now what?

I negate the code.

Some time today.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Really?

Really.

She's Kenja.

That's why all the Nietzscheans
crewmen obey her.

She'd kill anybody
in their sleep.

The guys who live to kill.

Makes a difference now, huh?

Yeah...

And she's with Tyr.

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

Tyr...

Tyr.

COMPUTER:
10, 9...

It's not working.

Eight, seven, six...

Come on.

Five, four, three...

Commander!

- Two... One...
- Time's up.

[EXPLOSION]

[CRACKLING]

Punch in 3... 2...

1...

4 divided by
the square root of three.

[GRUNTING]

[CRACKLING]

Tyr, she's Kenja.

I know.

She told me...

Just before she used her fist to absorb
the detonator's electrical current.

We're safe, captain.

Oh.

I don't believe
she's the saboteur.

All right.

[CLEARING THROAT]

We've saved the remaining pods
with 30 minutes to spare.

Yeah, but the Maru can't
take them into slipstream.

According to my calculations,
she can.

Well, aren't you
the natural optimist?

Look, we've got problems in the cockpit.
Dylan is with Errin.

Your point being?

Come on.

She's a Kenja first officer.

Tyr, you know
better than anyone.

Where does her real loyalty lie?
With her pride.

She risked her life to help me
detonate the escape pod.

She saved the Maru.

So she could deliver us that Kenja
kill-mission we saw this morning.

Tyr, you know
the Nietzschean mind.

[ALARM BUZZING]

Is that something unusual?

Yeah. She's hailing
the Kenja.

There. That does it.

All the survivors
are off the pods

and crammed into the Maru.

Now, to find an open slip-point
to safety.

Well, our increased mass

times the amount of fuel
converted to energy

puts the best one...

right there,

20.95 light-minutes away.

Wow.

Your computation is correct.

Of course.

[CHUCKLING]

You just multiplied two
17-digit figures in your head.

Yes. Yes, I did.

That's pretty good.

Stupidity in a woman
is unfeminine,

And I strive to be
a perfect woman.

[LAUGHING]
Well, not to be rude, Errin,

but most men would consider you
the perfect woman

even without your math skills.

Well, the perfect woman
knows what a real man wants.

Ah.

What a coincidence.

You're talking to a real man.

- Really?
- Really.

A real man who respects you
for your math skills...

- Mmm?
- Mmm.

And, uh, also your knowledge
of human anatomy.

Well, you know,

I've always found
when I want something,

I stand a much better chance
if I demand it.

I'm sensing another demand.

Actually, it's more
like an ultimatum.

Out of my cockpit.

Uh...

Beka.

What's this about?

She's leading us into an ambush
with the Kenja fighters.

I don't think so.

She diverted them using the Maru's
old freighter codes.

They're gone. We're safe...

And Tyr,

surely Errin isn't the saboteur.

All right.

[YELLING]

Do something.
They're going insane!

All right, Burke.

What did I tell you
about fighting on this ship?

The Nietzscheans blew it up.

BAYLISS: As senator,
I am ordering you to--

ERRIN:
"Senator"?

What the hell...
Get out of here.

Go, go, go.

Soldiers, stand down!

[GRUNTING]

We're all going to die in here.

We're better off in the pods.

If he tries to escape, the breach
will turn the Maru inside-out.

I got him.

[GROANING]

DYLAN:
Genghis!

Don't be an idiot.

[WHIRRING]

Genghis!

[WIND HOWLING]

Tyr!

[EXPLOSION]

We're safe.

Yeah.

We're safe.

[PANTING]

Move.

Out. Now.

What are you doing?

Saving my friends. Out.

Your friends have to wait.

The hell they do.

Our explosion drew
some unwanted attention.

Take a look.

The Kenja,

they're coming back for us.

Thirty-six minutes.

Enough time for
the Maru to rescue us

before this pod's reserve
life support expires.

Beka, do you read me?

Beka...

Everything set?

The pods are emptied
and sealed shut.

You've got crewmen
stacked like firewood

into every crevice of this ship.

I don't think
your plan will work.

I'm not sure either.

But that's never
stopped me before.

DYLAN:
Beka, do you copy?

[BEEP]

What the--

We need absolute radio silence

or they'll double back
and get Dylan and Tyr.

You don't want that,

do you?

The channels are blocked.

No response.

Someone's blocked my channel.

Jammed by the Kenja?

No.

The disruption
is coming from the Maru.

We've got visual contact.

They're coming in fast.

[BEEPING]

I didn't authorize
a distress hail.

Turn it off.

So that is the second time

you've touched my comm unit.

Do it again
and I'll break your finger.

They can already see
we're limping.

The hail is a ploy
to gain trust.

Yeah. You're real good
at ploys to gain trust.

If they don't trust us,
they'll just fire on us,

from outside our kill zone.

It's the only way we'll survive.

Make it good.

Leopard Lo-Tang Shu Ta.

ERRIN:
Leopard Lo-Tang Shu Ta.

Leopard Lo-Tang Shu Ta.

Errin.

MAN:
Leopard copy.

That doesn't make any sense.

This is Shohashi Vixen
of the Kenja Pride,

Out of Charybdis by Azazel.

What the hell is she doing?

MAN:
Welcome, Shohashi Vixen.

We are cousins.

Your return is welcome to us.

I'll prepare
for hostage transfer,

Or we can use attack pattern
delta two-niner.

Eject first, Shohashi Vixen.

We will use
the attack pattern. Out.

[FIRING]

Beka. Beka, do you copy?

Beka? Come in, Beka...

[EXPLOSION]

Do you see anything?

Anything at all?

Any exit pods?

Nothing but debris,

and death.

Tyr...

Look.

There she is.

Destroyed two, scared away three

Just by blowing off
our empty life-pods.

For once, those pods
were good for something.

Do you really think
we scared those others off?

It's how the Kenja think.

We fear insanity.

In fact, I'm terrified of you.

Your plan --

I didn't think it would work.

Well, you're forgiven.

[BEEPING]

We've got just enough fuel
to reach a slip-point

and get back safely.

Maru, do you copy?

Maru, do you read me?

Dead,

along with most
of the power supply.

Twenty-three minutes remaining.

BEKA: Dylan calls this
the risk-all point,

and I'm damn well prepared to risk
everything I've got, saved already,

or will ever have
to rescue my friends.

I studied at the academy, too,

Only we called it,
"try and die,"

Because in every scenario

of game theory and
VR matrix simulations,

the officer lost...

everything.

So, officer,

I will stare into the abyss
with pride.

I won't jump into it.

You can die, get out of the way,

or help.

What's it going to be?

All right, have you
finished your plan yet?

Yes, I have a plan.
How are you doing?

Finished.

So what's your plan?

In my plan, we would die.

Oh.

Yours?

Well, see, my plan...

It involves a space walk.

Well, we'd...

We die.

We need a better plan.

Yes, preferably one conceived
within the next 17 minutes.

Yeah.

After which the life support expires,
and, well, we die.

We need a good plan.

Agreed.

Okay.

[KEYING IN]

Huh.

I've got a plan.

All right,

I've channeled
every available anti-proton

into the aft reserve tank.

A little bit of oxygen,
a little bit of nitrogen,

[EXHALING]

And voila,

we are now sitting on top of one
very mean fusion candle.

We are sealed

and pointed in the...

well, the general direction
of the Maru.

All right.

Time to light the match.

Three, two, one, go.

[EXPLOSION]

[RUMBLING]

We're using the rest of our fuel,
but I don't know...

All my life,

I've been at war
with the universe.

I've faced worse odds.

It's funny,

you live so you can
risk your life.

We can't make it.

Cut the engines.

The momentum might be enough
to get us there.

Still not enough.

No fuel, no hope.

This makes us stronger.

Somehow.

Wait.

[RUMBLING]

Well, it's not
a very smooth ride,

But we'll survive...

I hope.

Oh, come on, Tyr,

You enjoy these close calls
as much as I do.

I guess there is
a certain completeness to it,

Oh, I should have
put my seatbelt,

Oh...

Almost there.

Almost there...

and...

got 'em!

They're attached.

I got Dylan and Tyr.

Beka Valentine,
you're an excellent pilot.

If I didn't know better,
I'd mistake you for a Nietzschean.

Thanks, I think.

This is the Andromeda.

Responding to
Captain Hunt's mayday.

Do you copy?

And you're very lucky.

Copy that.

So this bucket of bolts
did pretty good, huh, guys?

Yes, Beka,
this bucket of bolts did very good.

Thank you.

So what now?

Do we stow our spit-shined boots

and await the next
Commonwealth catastrophe?

We saved a lot
of lives today, Tyr.

That's what's important.

That wasn't quite my point,
But yes, I suppose we did.

All right, look, I'm sorry.

It's been a long day,

And sometimes, your sardonic
Nietzscheans wit catches me off-guard.

Me too.

Captain, we had our differences.

Let bygones be bygones.

Long live the Commonwealth!

Bygones.

Impersonating a senator...

Can you imagine that?

On the Crimson Sunrise, she wore
a mask and cleaned the autochef.

You must admire the genius
of becoming a senator to survive.

I have to admit,
she had me fooled.

Apparently, she wasn't
the only one.

You both thought
I was the saboteur.

Well, so did she.

According to
the Commonwealth analysis,

the Crimson was done in
by a little old comet.

So... no sabotage.

One in a billion chance.

You'd have better odds
of taking down the Maru

with a single shot
from a force lance.

Errin was Commonwealth
all along.

All right.

So...

Yeah, so...

Uh, I guess you
have to be going, right?

Maybe we'll run across
each other again sometime.

It's a small universe.

Yes, it is.

What?

What?

"Ooh, Dylan."

"Ooh, Errin."

[LAUGHING]

- "The universe is so small..."
- That's very funny.

Very funny.

[LAUGHING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]