All language subtitles for S01E03 The Well of Forever (1080p AI Upscale DVD x265 HEVC 10bit AC3 Vertag)

Sir, before you go to your meeting,
I wanted to inform you...

that Mr. Jones is here
from the Bureau of Telepath Integration.

The same Mr. Jones from six months ago?
He gets around, doesn't he?

They're all called Mr. Jones.

It's their way of making the examination
less personal.

How could it not be personal?

He crawls inside your head
and roots around looking for dirt.

But only one telepath
can watchdog another.

It's like Internal Affairs
of a police force.

Promotion and advancement are tied to
finding other people breaking the rules.

Or, in my case...

poking through other people's minds
without their permission.

Anyway, that's the tradeoff we make
for living and working beside normals.

That's a moot point.
He's coming in my quarters at 1800 hours.

Standard procedure.
Deep scans to see if I'm violating...

- ... the new rules for telepaths.
- I don't need him to tell me...

you can be trusted not to go
snooping around in someone's mind.

And I wouldn't. Not intentionally.

But when the Senate disbanded
the Psi-Corp...

there were concerns
that accidental scans were inevitable...

once telepaths were integrated back
into normal communities.

If you want me to talk to him
on your behalf-

No, thank you. I appreciate that...

but it's just him, me, and the rules.

All right.

Good luck.

So aside from the Morseddi...

there's nothing else
to investigate in this sector.

- Unless anyone else has a suggestion.
- Yes.

Actually, I have one.

It's right here.

To the untrained eye, just another rock.

But in reality,
a part of a much greater whole.

It took me years to find it.

Others of my order have spent
their entire lives searching for it.

These coordinates will guide us
to a precise location in hyperspace...

normally hidden from prying eyes.

So, shall we go?

- Go where?
- The Well of Forever.

It's a focal point of immense power...

like Stonehenge,
or the Oracle at Delphi on Earth.

The Well is powerful...

because it draws its essence
from hyperspace.

For centuries,
wizards have sought out crossroads...

because they represent the point
where powerful energies intersect.

There is no greater crossroads
than hyperspace.

My people are taught to avoid crossroads.

Also beaches, cliffs, pits, caverns,
and wells.

Where do you go on vacation?
Another part of the room?

You fear these places because
they're not entirely one thing or another.

But to a mage, such a place
is an open book full of answers...

for those who are willing to listen.

This book may be very useful to us...

in our search to find a cure
for the Drakh plague.

It will take us several days to get there...

but I am certain it will be worth the risk.

So you have a magic rock...

that provides you with a mystical place
that is a metaphorical book...

that gives you answers to questions
that we haven't asked yet.

And you want us to spend days
in hyperspace based on that?

Even if your information is correct...

those coordinates are days outside
known hyperspace routes.

No one is stupid enough
to travel that far off the beacon.

We could wind up 40 light years
from any known system.

Not if my ship's navigational systems
are merged with the Excalibur's.

If your ship can find it
why do you need us?

My instruments may be
more sophisticated than yours...

but my ship can't maneuver in the strong
gravitational currents that far out.

I need the Excalibur.

All right, since we've got nothing else
on the boards, we'll take a look.

But in deference to common sense
and Mr. Eilerson's concerns...

which somehow ended up the same thing,
for a change...

if we get to the location
and there's nothing there...

- ...we'll turn around and head back. Deal?
- Fair enough.

I'll make ready my ship
for the navigational merge.

Has anyone else
ever found this Well of Forever?

Absolutely.

It's just that no one has ever returned.

Consider it an adventure.

CRUSADE

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to
the Earth Alliance starship, Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague
before it wipes out all life on Earth.

Anywhere I have to.

Who do you serve and who do you trust?

Display all systems on the Excalibur.

Isolate navigation systems.

"OPEN CHANNEL"

- Ready to perform navigational merge.
- Go ahead.

Look at that.

His ship can pick up the faintest signal
and amplify it to usable form.

No wonder Technomages
are never seen in hyperspace.

They can travel completely off the beacon.

I'd love to get a look inside that thing,
see how she does what she does.

- You think that might be possible?
- We can try.

We'll have to backcheck the connections
from time to time...

to make sure it's all working properly.

And we can look back a little further,
just to be thorough.

Excellent idea, Lieutenant.

Because one of the main reasons
I went along with this...

was the chance to learn a little bit more
about that ship of his.

I'll get on it first thing.

Right now, I have to go.

- Time to see Mr. Jones.
- Of course.

Captain, you have a minute?

Sure, pull up a chair. I'll deal you in.

- So, what's on your mind?
- Galen.

Let me guess.
You don't think he can be trusted.

You know, I was taught two things
growing up.

One: Don't go looking for trouble...

unless you know
what you're gonna get out of it.

In this respect,
he is hiding something from us.

- I can feel it. I suspect you can, as well.
- Yep. Cards?

Dealer takes two.

- Doesn't that bother you?
- We've all got something to hide, Dureena.

Straight.

Queen high.

What's the second thing you were taught?

Never gamble with a thief.

That's a good trick...

considering one of the cards I tossed away
was the queen of hearts.

- Show me how to do that someday?
- If we live that long.

By the way, where's Lt. Matheson?

In his quarters with his guest.

I heard. Is he okay?

I don't know.

I noticed we jumped shortly after I arrived.

I hope we're not going too far
off the beaten track.

A little. But we'll drop you off at
a rendezvous point as soon as we're done.

It'll be a few days.

You know, Lieutenant, you've become
something of a role model...

to a number of telepaths back home.

Many of them have dreamed
of being career military.

You're the first to have a real shot at it.

So you will understand
that we need to be even more strict...

even more thorough, given your position.

Yes, sir.

Just try and relax.
No one likes deep scans.

They're painful. Uncomfortable.

Sometimes even embarrassing...

but necessary.

The Well of Forever?

- Interesting destination.
- Sir...

that's duty-related information-

It concerns me
because I'm here while all of it's going on.

So I'm making an exception.

Damn it, you have no right!

My job gives me the right.

At the moment, you would do well
to be more concerned about your job...

because I can see
more than a few mistakes...

you've made along the way.

Yes. Most disturbing, indeed.

Enter.

What have you done to your quarters?

I made it the right size.

I don't know why everybody else
always makes things huge.

This is the way I like it, nice and small.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

You've been keeping to yourself
since we jumped.

Usually people only worry where I am...

because they're afraid
their valuables will disappear.

That's not something that troubles me.

Galen, if you trust me,
why won't you tell me where we're going?

I said-

No, you said that this place holds answers.
That doesn't tell me anything.

Do you think I'm hiding things from you?

- Gideon says we all have things to hide.
- Does he? How unfortunate.

I was hoping he'd come further than that.
Not that it isn't true.

It's just that
one simply doesn't have to say it.

Galen, I would like to believe
what you said. I would love to trust you.

Just give me a reason.

What is this Well of Forever?

It is a great monument.

It's a place where races through the ages
have brought offerings.

It's a sacred, spiritual place.

And when we find it,
you will have all the answers you require.

You only have to listen...

and ask the right questions.

Matthew was right.
We all have something to hide...

and we all have something to tell.

We all have a secret name.
We all have a question.

One question that unlocks our hearts.

What is your question, Galen?

Why?

- Lieutenant, are you all right?
- He went right through my brain.

- He got our destination, everything.
- What? Can he do that?

He has discretionary authority
to go anywhere he needs to.

But he didn't need to.
It was a violation of privacy, of...

I'm sorry, Captain.
I shouldn't have said anything.

It's not your problem.

We're picking up something
on the long range scanners.

Is it this so-called Well of Forever?

I don't think so.

I've never seen anything like it before.

IPX has had some unsubstantiated reports
about life forms spotted out here...

but we've never had any proof.

This is an excellent opportunity.
We'll send out minicams. We'll get-

Not until we finish our scans.

We can't risk having them notice us
if they pose a threat.

They're called the Fenn.

- They're barely sentient.
- You know about them?

They're drifters.

They're attracted to bright, shiny objects,
but they lose interest quickly.

They won't do anything if we stop engines
and just drift through them quietly.

You're sure?

Yes, of course.

Stop engines.

Status?

One of the creatures has latched onto us
and is reeling us in.

They're probably just curious, that's all.

- Play dead.
- What if we're lunch?

I've never heard of them consuming a ship.

I think it's safe to say
that we're not being consumed...

but it's certainly an odd, chewing rhythm.

If it's not eating us, what's it doing?

No, it's not! It's mating with us?

It's not exactly the first contact situation
that I'd envisioned, but...

I want it off my ship right now.

- Navigation, full power to thrusters.
- Aye, Captain.

Thrusters? Captain, you're giving it
all the wrong signals.

Engines to full. Pull us away.

- Any damage?
- No, sir.

"Just drift through them."

Galen, if that thing
has gotten anything on my ship...

Looks like he didn't stick around
for the pillow talk.

Captain, the longer we're out here,
the worse things could get.

What if there are
more dangerous life forms out here?

It would be a mistake to assume that
there's only one life form in hyperspace.

Based on an ocean model...

we might have just seen
the lowest level of the food chain.

So, what happened up here?

Nothing major. Just a few pesky life forms
getting fresh with my ship.

Any sign of our destination?

None. Scanners are totally dead.

I'm starting to wonder if you're right.
Maybe this was a mistake.

Probably.

But I don't think we should turn back,
not yet.

You said that you avoid situations...

where you don't know what you'll get
out ofit or what the consequences are.

What changed that?

Galen says this is important,
that it means something to him.

Look, I don't like having to trust anyone
because I'm always disappointed.

But just once, I'd like to know
that I could actually trust someone.

That for at least one person,
everything wasn't about money or power.

That's a benefit?

- For me, it could be.
- And the consequence?

That we'll die out here,
but I'm used to that.

Look, we have no control
over when we die...

only how, why, and in what cause.

All right, I'll give it another day.
I owe Galen that much.

And you, too.

If we don't find it by then,
we turn around and go home.

Yes?

Captain, we'll reach our destination
in a few hours.

Preliminary scans of the area
show nothing there.

Could it be hiding behind
some hyperspace bubble or shielding?

Negative. Between Galen's flyer
and our own enhancements...

we have enough technology
to detect that kind of shielding.

There's nothing there, sir.

Thanks for the bad news. End.

- I was just coming to see you.
- Yes, I know.

You've just heard
there is nothing at our destination.

Then you know we have to go back now.

I've put my ship and my crew at risk
coming all this way. I can't justify-

I'm afraid going back is not an option.

Galen, we have gone out of our way
for you.

We have to turn around...

before we go too far out
and something goes wrong.

I still have control of the navigational
systems through my ship.

What are you saying?

It is impossible for you to change course...

until I turn control of the ship
over to you again.

That's mutiny.

The Well is here somewhere.
We cannot go back until we find it.

The ship is not entirely
under your control, Matthew.

I am sorry.

Don't you walk away from me!
Why the hell are you doing this?

The Well may have shifted in hyperspace
over the years.

My ship will automatically compensate
and plot a new course.

You cannot interfere.

The interface between my ship
and the Excalibur is very delicate.

If you tamper with it before we reach
our destination, we will be lost out here.

I didn't ask how you screwed me.

- I asked why.
- There's that question again.

You agreed to turn around
if there was nothing here.

You deliberately programmed this...

in case you were wrong
and it wasn't here...

so you'd force us to keep looking.

You once told me
you considered the Excaliburyour family.

You told me that
we were the only people you trusted.

What could possibly
make you betray that?

A promise.

One that I must keep, no matter the cost.

If you take control of my ship...

everything else that you do after today...

you do alone.

It won't be the first time
that I have been alone.

- Captain, do you have a moment?
- Not really.

Then I suggest you make one.
It's about Lt. Matheson.

I wanted you to know I've completed
my scan and I found some gray areas.

Maybe you just found
what you wanted to find.

Maybe you're just a bit too eager
for that next promotion.

He has used his abilities
to sense emotions...

on the part of certain individuals
who have come here in recent months.

Caught the random, stray thought.

No serious breaches of conduct...

but enough that he may be recalled
for further questioning and training.

I can't allow that. He's needed here.
He is answerable only to me.

He is answerable to the Senate Committee
on Metasensory Abilities first...

above even you, Captain.

In anyone else,
these would be small enough to overlook.

But Lt. Matheson
has a higher requirement.

That sounds like discrimination to me.

Holding one person to a higher standard
than the rest.

It is what is. You cannot fight what is.

Captain, you know
the test we've been running?

The one tracing the merge
from Galen's flyer back to his ship?

I tried one last time
to breach his defenses...

figuring if I could get in we might be able
to get back control of our ship.

I was locked out
by some kind of manual control.

He shut that down
and then shut everything down.

- He knows we were snooping.
- Yes, I'm sure he does.

All right, let it go.
We're not gonna get anywhere.

All we can do now is wait.

Captain, what if we do find
something out there?

We'll send out EVA Teams
and investigate whatever it is.

Why? You want to head the expedition?

Listen, if you've never been
into hyperspace before, you should go.

It's amazing.
It's nothing like being in normal space.

I wish I could.

But exposure to hyperspace
increases a telepath's abilities.

The longer the exposure,
the greater the effect.

In here, the ship's shielding helps keep out
most of the telepathic boost.

But if I go outside, even in an EVA suit,
there's no telling what might happen.

I could casually scan all of you
with just a glance.

Since safety precautions prevent anyone
from going into hyperspace alone...

I guess I'll never know what it's like.

I guess there's always a price to pay
for something.

Coming up
on a dense hyperspace veil, Captain.

Ship is beginning to slow. Retros firing.

We're there.

I felt the ship come to a stop and no one...

Oh, my God.

It's true.
Something like this in hyperspace.

It's incredible.

Scanner readouts are hazy...

but it appears to have
a self-contained atmosphere bubble.

All right, Galen, we found it.

We'll do this slowly.
Stand by to drop probes...

Captain, there.

I'm going after him.
The rest of you stay put.

- You can't expect me-
- If he tries leaving the bridge, restrain him.

Lieutenant, this is a major discovery.

It can't hurt to run surface scans
while he's out there.

At least find out about the atmosphere,
gravity, temperature.

We'll give him the heads up
for his own good.

- Where's the Captain?
- He's down there.

We're just getting initial readouts.
You won't believe this.

Steel, iron, nickel,
deuridium hybrid alloys...

all worth millions across known space.
But that's not all.

The entire core is pure, solid Quantium 40.

That alone is worth billions
to any jump gate construction company.

And above that, gold, precious metals...

all veined through those upper strata.

Whole caverns of jewels and metals.

It's a treasure trove.

Do you have any idea
what a find like this is worth?

No.

No, it's not a treasure trove,
at least not the way you mean it.

What are you talking about?

Take your eyes off the mineral scanner
for half a minute, and look at it.

That is not a treasure trove.

It's a mausoleum.

Those caverns and monoliths
are gravestones...

that mark the passing
of a highly advanced race or culture.

On my world, we laid our chieftains to rest
at crossroads, as this is a crossroad...

in burial mounds that resemble these.

The gems, precious metals,
and artifacts were probably left here...

by those few
who knew how to find this place.

Over centuries, new grave sites
and offerings buried the older ones...

layer after layer.

It's a place of glory...

a place of memory.

Most of all, a place of goodbyes.

Yes. As I said, at the very least...

the find of a lifetime.

Now will you tell me what's going on?

Her name was Isabel,
and she was the best of us.

Every Technomage knows the 14 words...

that will make someone
fall in love with you forever.

- But she only needed one.
- What word?

Hello.

She would sit across from me
on cold nights in the study...

her tiny frame lost in an enormous,
overstuffed chair...

her feet curled beneath her.

In my dreams, I still remember...

the pattern of runes
hand-stitched to the hem of her gown...

even though I never really studied them.

At night, when I read alone...

I still hear her sighing...

over passages on the pages
which troubled her.

We spent the nights in study like that...

sometimes never saying a word...

and never needing to.

She was your wife?

No, not in those terms.

It's difficult to explain
the kind of relationships...

that define our order.

But she was my love...

to the breadth and depth
that my soul can reach.

And second to this place, I was hers.

She spent her life searching for this.

It was her dream, and because I loved her,
it became mine, too.

After I lost her...

I devoted my life to finding it.

You put us through all this...

just because of a promise
to find this place?

Not just to find it.

I promised her that somehow, someday,
whatever the cost...

I would take her here to rest.

If you understand at all...

then you will let me finish it.

"Care no more to clothe and eat"

"To thee the reed is as the oak"

"The scepter, learning, physic must"

"All follow this, and come to dust."

"All lovers young, all lovers must"

"Consign to thee, and come to dust."

Naturally, IPX is going to want
a cut of this.

The hell with IPX.
Just because you work for them...

doesn't give them the right
to desecrate this place.

- Desecrate?
- Yes, desecrate.

I fully intend to keep the site preserved
in its natural state...

after we move it to the Russian
Consortium Museum for Xenostudies.

Absolutely not!

These are the final resting places
of Technomages, wise men...

and who knows what else.
Whoever they were-

Set course for the last known
hyperspace beacon and turn us away.

What?

If we're just going to leave,
then why did we even come here?

Max, just shut up, all right?

Galen, this was your idea.
You brought us here.

You know how valuable this place is.
Say something.

Goodbye.

- Dureena, you busy?
- Not terribly.

What?

I've been thinking,
I need someone to do a favor for me...

someone absolutely single-minded.
It's not for me, actually.

- For Lt. Matheson.
- Name it.

- Captain-
- Wait a second. What is it today?

Is my office suddenly
Grand Central Station?

I wanted to warn you.
There's a bomb on board.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's attached to the jump engine,
set to go off any time now.

She's willing to kill all of us
to get revenge for something or other.

- How did you hear about this?
- Well, I...

Let me see if I can pick your brain,
for a change.

You got this
from the thoughts of a woman...

that you saw in the bullet car.

- How can-
- Her name is Dureena.

And I've never seen anyone
focus on revenge and death...

as completely as she can
when she sets her mind to it.

Lt. Matheson told me
that you probed part of his mind...

to find out where we were going.

A small infraction
since you had your reasons for it.

So I figured that
you'd have even more reason...

to protect your own skin.

You said certain people
should be held to a higher standard.

What is the standard
for a watchman like you?

Or more to the point,
what are the penalties?

You forget about what you saw,
and I'll forget all about this.

Deal?

"PROBLEM SOLVED. HERE'S A GIFT TO CELEBRATE"

Sir, we've picked up an open airlock
on Deck 14.

Should I alert Security?

No, that's all right. Just keep driving.

Beautiful.

I'm leaving again for a while.

I wanted to know
if I should bother coming back again.

You hijacked my ship, Galen.
You betrayed my trust.

What higher insult
could you pay to a friend?

You didn't even trust me enough
to tell the truth about why we were going.

- If I had, you wouldn't have come.
- You don't know that.

Because you didn't trust me enough
to tell me, you never will.

I admit this is the first time I have put
my private agenda before the mission.

But you did the same.

You only went along with this...

because it gave you the chance
to examine the technology of my ship.

You, too, were following your own agenda.

Neither of us can claim altruism today.

5 miles completed.

You saved my life 10 years ago, Galen...

and several times since. I owe you.

Further, your importance to the mission
far outweighs the offense.

So I'm not gonna put it on the record...

but it was wrong.

On a certain level, perhaps.

But on a higher one, I fulfilled a promise.

And I give you another:

I will never again betray your trust.

If I honored one vow,
then you know that I will keep this one.

I carried out her last request,
honored her memory.

If it were you, wouldn't you do the same?

I've already made that promise, times 300.

Have you kept it?

No, not yet.

Then when the time comes,
I will help you keep yours...

as you have helped me keep mine.

Perhaps then we can both
forgive ourselves our common crime.

What crime?

Being alive.

I am leaving for a while.

You said the Well of Forever
was an open book...

full of answers for those who listen.

We were there, Galen.
Where are the answers?

For Max Eilerson, the question was:

"Is there anything in all the universe
that I cannot have?"

Download the coordinates of the Well
into my personal log...

and download the bridge video records
of this subject.

Unable to comply.

Technostatic disarray has erased
all of your primary source information.

That answer is being delivered
clearly and unequivocally.

Lt Matheson.
He would have had his answer, too...

had he gone to the Well with Gideon.

Matthew did receive his answer...

but because he was not listening...

he will have to look elsewhere.

What about me?

You should learn to be more careful...

when talking in front of an open channel
to my ship.

Look, I don't like having to trust anybody,
because I'm always disappointed.

But just once, I'd like to know
that I could actually trust someone.

That for at least one person,
everything wasn't about money or power.

I think you've received the answer
to your question, Dureena.

Maybe.

But what about your question, Galen?

Did you find your answer to "why"?

That one...

may take a little longer.