All language subtitles for S01E11 The Needs of Earth (1080p AI Upscale DVD x265 HEVC 10bit AC3 Vertag)

Open.

You sent for me, Captain?

Yes, we're almost at
the rendezvous point.

I figured you'd want
to be in on the meeting.

Thank you. I-

well...

there's something you
don't see every day.

Where'd you get this?

Mr. Eilerson said that

He didn't have time to
print up his latest report,

so he gave it to me on data crystal.

After I finished watching
it, I forgot to turn it off

and found this at the end.

There's snow white and the 7 Narns,

who's your little pakmorat? Others.

He must have recorded
over an old data crystal

without erasing it first.

And you're going to pull this out

the very next time he gets
snotty with us, aren't you?

No, no. That would be far too easy.

Leave it to me, Dr. Chambers.

Given someone as repressed
as our mr. Eilerson,

I can play this one out for days.

As a doctor,

I have to say that's
totally unrealistic.

An alien life form like the pakmorat

is not biologically equipped

to interface with
humans in that kind of-

That's an amazing thing-technology.

Captain Gideon. I
am anla-shok Trulann.

An honor.

This is my medical
officer Dr. Chambers.

Doctor.

Please sit.

So what's this all about?

Your message said that
you had information

critical to our
mission, but that's all.

It was all I could
risk on an open channel.

Like all the other Rangers,
my crew and I divide our time

between enforcing the rules
of the Interstellar Alliance

and listening for any information

that might aid your search
for a cure for your people.

In the past, those two have
never come into conflict.

That has now changed.

I'm not sure I understand.

The Alliance and the Rangers
exist to create the peace,

to ensure that the rule of
law is upheld at all times.

The information I have

will require you to
violate those laws.

You will have to
interfere in the affairs

of another race,

help a fugitive escape justice,

traffic in stolen merchandise,

and break any number of local laws.

So the question becomes...

how far are you prepared to go?

There are 10 billion
lives at stake, Trulann.

I'll break any law I have
to if it means saving them.

Then I may have something
for you, Captain.

But understand that
after I leave here,

I will deny this
conversation ever took place.

You will be alone in this.

I've been alone before.

I'm in, all the way.

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 seek?

And who do you trust?

Captain, listen... I was wondering

If you'd had a chance to look over

the data crystal that I
gave you the other day.

Huh? Oh...

no, I've been busy. Why?

Well, I was going over my files,

and I think I might've given
you a corrupt data crystal.

I've been banging the same crystals

around with me this last year.

They get damaged.
You know how it is.

I'd hate to see you read
a corrupt data crystal

into your system.

It can cause all kinds of havoc.

True, but, uh...

then, it takes all kinds,
doesn't it, mr. Eilerson?

Hmm? Yes. Anyway... if you could get

The data crystal back to
me at your first opportunity

without loading it into your system,

I could get you a better
copy. I really don't-

I think we should talk
about this after the meeting.

We really don't have a lot of time.

We have just received
some promising information

about this individual.

His name is Natchok
var from marata 7.

According to reports,
our subject downloaded

all the important
knowledge of his race

onto a series of high
compression data crystals

and then... Took off.

Our source believes that he intends

to sell that information
to the highest bidder.

That's one hell of
a security breech.

The Maratti government
has put a price on his head

for anyone who can return him

and the data crystals
to his homeworld.

We don't have any specifics

about the nature of the
information he's carrying.

Only that it covers centuries.

The chance to get our hands
on something that extensive

is too good to pass up.

Even if there's not
any useful medical data,

there may be information
about other civilizations

that we haven't encountered yet.

It could save us years
of work looking for them.

So what's the problem?

I mean, we find him and
we make him an offer.

He's already been captured

by bounty hunters on praxis 9.

The Maratti know he's been captured,

and they're en route to pick him up.

But we are closer to the target.

We could get there
before they arrive.

We'll go in, spring
him and the data,

and with luck, get out
before the Maratti show up.

Then we'll negotiate
for the information.

Where does the Alliance
stand with all this?

Praxis is outside
Alliance jurisdiction.

And the Maratti aren't
members, so we're on our own.

We have to enter
someone else's space,

conduct an illegal raid to
free a fugitive from justice,

and buy stolen data.

So if any of us is hurt,
killed, or captured,

no one's going to
bail us out of trouble.

I vote no. You said yourself

that he stole this information
from his own people.

Even if we do manage to get him out,

it still means dealing
with... Well, a thief.

And your problem with that is?

It's nothing personal. Your
profession is a fine one.

The second oldest one
on record, I do believe.

But we have to draw
the line somewhere.

You're just afraid
to go into a situation

without the protection
of your government.

An entire planet is at risk

and all you care
about is your own skin.

I resent your implications-

Mr. Eilerson...

Dureena...

obviously we are walking
a very fine line here

between what is right
and what is moral.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't know which this is.

I only know that it's necessary.

If I wasn't prepared to
do whatever I had to do

in order for us to
accomplish our mission,

I would have never signed
on in the first place.

So we're going.

Unless you have some more thoughts

to give us on
morality, mr. Eilerson.

No.

No other thoughts, Captain.

Approaching praxis system.

This is praxis 9.

It's a commercial planetary colony,

consisting of 4 domed cities
in the northern hemisphere.

Its outside atmosphere
is extremely toxic,

with high levels of carbon
monoxide and methane.

This dome, the
largest, is the capital.

It's also the only one
with a working spaceport,

so if our target is anywhere,
he's probably in there.

The biggest problems with the dome

are getting in and getting out.

If we go in the front door,
they're gonna know who we are,

and I doubt the Alliance
would appreciate that.

Once in, if there are any problems,

they can lock down the
shuttle and spaceport

and keep us from escaping.

Then you're going to
have to drop me as far

from the main dome as
necessary to avoid detection.

I'll find my own way in.

Captain, I must protest-

we're about to break
about a half a dozen laws.

I won't let anyone
take the rap for that

if things go badly.

It's my decision and
my ship and I'm going.

Then I'm going with you.

Dureena...

You need me to get
in and out of there

without being captured.

I know you're good
at this sort of thing-

I've been to praxis 9 before.

I know the place inside and out.

On your own, even if you do get in,

you'll never find the target.

I can.

All right.

Suit up for e. v. a.

And bring a spare for the target.

Lieutenant, prep a
shuttle for launch.

We're going in.

Aye, sir.

Report on the stellar
north matrix...

is there something
you'd like to tell me

before we go down there?

No...

Not really.

They haven't sent any
ships to investigate.

We must've come in low
enough to avoid the scanners.

We're about 6 miles from the city.

It's going to be a tough haul

with this dense
atmosphere and terrain,

but I think we can make it.

It can be done. I did it.

Just once. With 4 others.

I think we made it
just about this far.

What happened?

They were killed.

Coming?

We're almost there.

We should rest a
minute before going in.

So, when were you last here?

It was a while ago.

Before my people were
murdered by the Drakh.

So you weren't there
when it happened?

No, i...

I was many places during that time.

Some you know, some you don't.

Some you'll never know.

What brought you here?

I was learning...

to serve.

We should go.

Eagle one to eagle's nest...

we found the air
door. We're going in.

Well, they're on their own now.

You sure you remember
the combination?

I don't forget these things.

There were 6
different combinations-

for maintenance, air
flow control, others-

so they could track who
was going in and out.

Maybe they changed some
of the combinations,

but I doubt they would
have changed all of them.

Uh, it's the gloves.

They're too thick and
the keys are too small.

I keep hitting 2 at a
time, instead of just one.

Maybe I can find
something else we can use.

No, I still won't be able

to key in each sequence fast enough.

Someone's bound to see us.

I gotta lose the gloves.

No, absolutely not!
The atmosphere is toxic-

Captain!

If we don't get in, the
mission is a failure!

Now I can handle it.

Just take off the gloves
when I give the signal.

It's the only way.

Let me know when you're ready.

You all right?

Interesting collection of people.

Praxis colony is a way station

for the lowest forms
of life in this sector.

Smugglers, terrorists, traders,

usually dealing in illegal goods.

Weapons, techs, supplies...

Sold for 2,200...

All right, next up we've got
a strong male faranian here,

only 24 years old,
in very good shape.

Speaks 2 languages.

He's got experience loading
cargo, stocking supplies...

any heavy work you got, he'll do it.

Bidding starts at 400...

and?

Nothing.

I figure the Maratti will
get here in 3 or 4 hours.

How do we find the target?

I need a distraction.

How big a distraction?

Big enough so that everyone
here is looking at you.

I can do that.

Excuse me.

Just so you know, it's
nothing personal...

maybe I should have started smaller.

Aarrgh!

Aarrgh!

Unh.

Ahh.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Was that a big enough distraction?

It was very nice.

Does that hurt?

Profoundly. I ch-

no, it's all right.

He belongs to the thief's guild,

same as me.

There's usually a few of
us around a place like this.

I knew I could find
him on my own in time,

but since we're in a hurry,

I left a sign for
him during the fight.

In times like this,

we're trained to look
where everybody else isn't.

We need to find somebody
fast. Can you help us?

Do you know those guys?

Yeah. They work for redjack.

He was a small-time extortionist

when I was here the last time.

Probably hoping he can
score big with this.

We need to get inside somehow.

I may have an idea.

I don't think you've recovered
from your last good idea.

That would explain it.

Why? What did you have in mind?

Got it.

I'll take the reader.
We do this quietly.

Dureena?

Get away from the door.

I said quiet. What
the hell was that?

Another distraction. This way.

Eagle one to eagle's nest.

We've secured the
target. We're clear.

Ready for dust-off.

Confirmed, eagle one.

Shuttle is en route
to your position.

He's exhausted.

We have to let him rest.

Well, thanks to that
little stunt of yours,

we'll be lucky to get off this rock

before they can scramble
fighters to come after us.

What the hell were you thinking?

Those people were slaves

on their way to being sold.

Well, that's unfortunate.

But slavery is legal
in this part of space.

Why did we have to be-

because when I was
stuck in that room,

waiting and praying for help,

nobody did it for me!

Captain, we have a problem.

Scanners have picked up a jump point

opening in this sector.

The silhouette looks like a warship.

Is it the Maratti?

Good chance.

Doctor... Good.

He's been through a lot.
See what you can do for him.

Will do. Are you two all right?

I heard there were some
problems down there.

No... No problem.

If you need me, I'll
be on the bridge.

Status.

The Maratti ship just picked up

a narrow-beam transmission
from the planet's surface.

Probably telling them what happened.

Prepare to jump. We
got what we came for.

I'd rather avoid a fight if we can.

With luck, their jump
engines haven't recharged yet.

Stand by to jump.

The Maratti vessel is accelerating.

Moving to intercept.

Jump engines are on-line.

Jump.

Any sign of pursuit?

Negative. Looks
like we've gotten by-

stand by.

Don't say "stand by"

when we're one word
away from good news.

We're picking up a distortion field.

The Maratti vessel
has entered hyperspace.

They are pursuing.

Full power to engines.

Let's see if we can outrun her.

Aye, sir. Full power to engines.

I can't examine you properly
with those in the way.

Do you understand me?

I have learned the words
of many other races...

Against the laws of my own people.

Good.

Then if you'll just put those down-

I must hold them...

until I decide...

who is deserving to have them.

What does deserving
have to do with it?

We heard you planned
to sell that information

to the highest bidder.

Yes...

I'm sure this is what you were told.

But there is no price high enough

for what is in here.

When I find the right person,

the right place,

it will be given freely.

And are we the right people?

I do not know.

Until I do...

I will hold this.

They just fired a
warning shot, Captain.

I'm getting a signal.

They want to send
someone to talk with you.

To try and resolve
this... Peacefully.

All right. Give them
docking instructions.

Make sure they're thoroughly
searched for weapons on arrival.

Reduce speed one-fourth.

Aye, sir.

Reducing speed one-quarter.

I'm Captain Matthew Gideon
of the starship Excalibur.

This is apriori
flentak. First counselor,

Minister of justice, sanctioned-

I get it.

And you are?

Nix, the translator.

Like others of his station,

Apriori flentak does
not speak the words

of other races

for reasons of morality
and intellectual purity.

Really?

Tell your boss he's an ass.

I told him you were honored

and deeply humbled to have a being

of such high moral
character aboard your ship.

Do you do this a lot,
lie to protect his ego?

All the time. It's politics.

And self-reservation.

Understood.

So, let's talk.

Understand that we are

the recognized legal
authority on our world.

This person you have
taken onboard your ship-

Allegedly.

Allegedly taken onboard your ship...

is a known criminal
and a troublemaker.

What he has taken would
cause us great difficulty

in the hands of the wrong people.

You must turn them both over to us.

Assuming that this
person is onboard-

and I'm not saying he is-

what if I say no?

We are attempting to be merciful,

but we will not allow him
to leave this area alive.

If that means destroying
your ship and your crew,

we will do so.

I might be willing
to take that chance

in a fair fight.

A fair fight is not what
they have in mind, Captain.

Captain to the bridge.

What is it?

Intruders on an approach vector,

coming into visual range now.

I say we turn him over.

We didn't come all this way
to roll over and play dead.

Better to play dead
than the real thing.

We don't even know what
we're fighting for here.

Has he told you anything

about this information he stole?

Anything to indicate
it was worth dying for?

No, but I do get the
sense that it's important.

Hah, thank you. Now, if you could

just sense the card
that I am thinking of,

we can join the carnival.

That's enough, mr. Eilerson.

Where are the 2
Maratti who came aboard?

In the brig. That seemed safest

until I figure out what to do.

My guess is they won't attack

as long as their
people are on board.

More divine revelation.

I'm positively awestruck.

Look, do what you will,
but I did not sign on

to die for something like this.

We have to put the
needs of Earth first.

Our mission is to find a cure

for the Drakh plague,
not to give shelter

to every refugee
that we come across.

Now, we can either save him

or we can keep trying to save

the 10 billion people back home.

Do the math, Captain.

Personal diary continued.

Survey of tarkon 3 reveals
no sign of survivors.

How can a world so
big feel so alone?

This is yours?

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

One of you?

One of you did all this?

By the time he was 35.

When I find myself getting too smug,

I remind myself that
when mozart was my age,

he'd been dead for 6 years.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

We've been discussing
your situation, Natchok.

I've had to start making
some hard decisions.

My ship, my people, our mission,

they're all at risk.

I'm willing to accept that risk

if the goal is worthwhile.

You will not have to make
that decision, Captain.

I have made it for you.

I will go back with the others.

But why?

You came all the way here,

put yourself and
us through all this-

you are surrounded,
and you are outnumbered.

If I stay, the odds are I will die.

So what is to be gained by fighting?

Maybe nothing, maybe a lot.

I'd like to be the one
to make that decision.

I brought you here.

I have the obligation
to protect you.

And I thank you for that.

But the choice is
not yours to make...

unless you intend to
hold me against my will.

I suspect they will
not harm me, Captain.

They want me as an
example to others.

But I have done
what I set out to do,

found what I needed to find.

Now only one thing remains,

we must copy these for you, quickly.

Natchok will meet
you in the flight bay.

These men will escort
you there safely.

You'll all go in together.

We will take the data crystals,

but minister flentak does not wish

to sit beside a criminal.

None of our people
will sit with him.

We will send another ship

programmed to take
him back on autopilot.

When he reaches home,

we will give him a fair trial.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

First shuttle is away.

I don't like this.

It's too easy.

Yes.

Did he tell you anything
more about the data?

Just that it contained

all the important
knowledge of his race.

I've got Dr. Chambers
analyzing it now.

Why would he want to go back

when he knows there's
going to be trouble?

He seemed almost eager
to get clear of us,

to make sure that we'd get away.

Second shuttle's taking
position... launching.

Put me through to
the second shuttle.

I want to ask Natchok
a few questions.

Shuttle 2 is on autopilot, sir.

What?

You mean there's no
one else in there?

Yes, sir.

Why didn't you tell me?
Launch a fighter escort.

Maratti warship
powering up forward guns.

Shuttle has been destroyed.

Warships opening jump points.

Shall we pursue?

No.

No. Take us away
from here, Lieutenant.

Anywhere. Just... take us away.

The moment Natchok got
on an empty shuttle,

he must have known
what they had in mind.

So why did he do it?

I've turned it every way I
can. It doesn't make sense.

What was on those crystals
that was worth dying for,

just to get them to somebody else?

He didn't tell you?

No. Why? What's on there?

Music, poetry, songs.

Stories going back centuries.

The recorded creative
output of an entire planet.

Here, I found this, too.

Today, the final edict came down.

The death warrant for
everything we have built

as a people.

They are burning the books,
they are burning the music,

burning the arts,
tearing down the statues.

Our leaders say that
art is a waste of time,

that art is decadent,
subversive, indecent.

They say we must
become more competitive,

more aggressive...

That we cannot support the
drain on our moral strength

placed upon us by ideas

that do not support
the goals of the state.

Stories and music

that do not reinforce
the will of the state.

Art that doesn't-

they have erased it all
from the planetary datanet

and burned all the
copies in private hands.

Nearly all.

I have the last copy.

I have it all.

If I can escape, I will try
to find someone somewhere

who can appreciate what we have.

What we had.

Perhaps someday...

My people will understand
what they have lost

and ask for it back.

That hope is all that sustains me.

I've only had a chance
to review a little of it,

but... what I've seen is beautiful,

stunning beyond
anything I can describe.

Nothing useful, then.

No, nothing scientifically useful,

but that's not the point.

Advanced cultures sooner
or later figure out

that hydrogen is the
most common element

in the universe.

They have different names for it,

but it's the same thing.

Science is a universal constant.

It's there for anyone to discover

as long as you can do the math.

But you don't just discover
ode on a Grecian urn

or Beethoven or Gauguin.

When the last copy is
burned, it's gone forever.

He threw away his life.

Sarah, he said that it contained

all the important
knowledge of his race.

Then I guess it's a question

of what you consider
important, Captain.

Eilerson said it himself.

We have to be focused
on the needs of Earth.

And this does.

Don't you understand?

I've listened to it.

The stories, the music
they're all about hope.

Hope enough to inspire
a dozen generations.

We talk about the needs of Earth.

Well, there's more to
it than the obvious.

While we're waiting on science

to discover the math
that will lead to a cure,

we need something to sustain us.

This is the music and
the literature of hope.

It's what we need.

Another culture forgot that.

We can't.

Not now, not ever.

I'll chart the next stop.

We'll start looking again tomorrow.

The Rangers say they have a lead

on an alien medical research vessel

spotted in sector 200.

Maybe we can find something.

Captain-

Good night, doctor.

First officer's personal journal.

Continue.

Recording.

Back when I was a
kid in Sunday school,

father Minkowski once said...

given that crucifixion

was a terrible thing
for anyone to endure,

if you could go back
in time 2,200 years,

would you prevent the
crucifixion of christ?

Well, after a heated debate,

we all agreed the answer was no.

The crucifixion was
necessary to redeem the world.

When they said that Natchok
was gonna get a fair trial,

even though I was
deliberately trying

not to scan them telepathically,

I could sense they were lying...

but I didn't go deeper.

I just assumed that it meant that...

he would get a mock trial.

I didn't even suspect
the truth until-

till I saw...

Natchok.

He knew.

He knew.

By dying,

he saved a part of his world.

And maybe even a part of Earth.

If I would've said anything,

I would've guaranteed that
his dream died with him,

so I did nothing, as
he would've wanted.

Nothing...

to save the souls of billions.

I choose to believe I
withheld that information

from my Captain for lofty reasons,

and not because I was afraid

that by revealing what I knew,

I was violating the
new rules for telepaths.

Because it was right!

Not because I was
protecting my own ass.

But I guess I'll never know.

How odd...

to know everyone's heart...

but my own.

You're up late.

I couldn't sleep.
It's been a long day.

Thought I'd come by and, uh...

pick up a little of that.

Something easy on the ears,

something...

hopeful.

Here's a copy of what
I was just listening to.

I think it will do.

I guess we could
all use a little hope

from time to time.

I'm sorry I was short
with you earlier.

It's just...

the reason that they picked
me for this job is that...

I have a thing about death.

I don't like it when
the people around me die.

I've seen too much of it in my time.

Is this because of what happened

on Thecerberus?

You were just an ensign back then.

There was nothing you could do.

347 officers and crewdied
aboard Thecerberus,doctor.

Many of them were my friends.

And because of that accident,

now you take death personally.

No, not personally, and it wasn't-

wasn't what?

Nothing.

Good night, doctor.

Yes.

I was thinking about what happened

down on praxis 9,

and I thought I'd stop by and...

see if you wanted to talk about it.

No. Not really.

So what was on the data crystals?

More of Eilerson's special videos?

No.

It's, uh...

Hope.

At least, according to Dr. Chambers.

Here.

Well, I should...

it was my family.

They, uh,

sold me into slavery
to pay off their debts.

Did what they had to
do. It doesn't bother me.

When, uh...

when do you want that back?

When you're done with it.