All language subtitles for טקטאק

Previously, on Beacon 23...

QTA is proud to have
partnered with ISA to develop

the first dark matter
detection system.

But it is to you, the keepers,
that we offer our humble thanks.

ISA is coming now, and
it won't be months.

This will follow us, all of
us, for the rest of our lives.

This is a gift from
your father and me.

It's a new name.

There's something you
gotta know about Aster.

- She's still just street trash...
- Go away.

- From Menelaus.
- Leave me alone!

What's that?
- She gave it to me

- when I was little.
- Your mother?

I don't even know
where she got it.

Aster Calyx.

As a kid, I waited for
the QTA ships to save us.

Your ships.

- Menelaus.
- I'm impressed your mother

was able to get you out.

She was meant to follow
me, she never did.

They were my squad. They
died because I lived.

Wherever it is you want
to go, I'll get you there.

We'll share it with
everyone. Humans, AI...

I understand.

Pleasure to meet you,
sir. I'm Aster Calyx.

I know who you are.

I'm just a little surprised
to see you a month early.

Unfortunately, B49 is
having some health issues.

ISA wants all their
trainees ready to go.

Aren't you brand new?

Yes.

I haven't been selected,
but I am hopeful.

What, that B49 dies?

Yes.

Um...

No. Certainly not.

This way.

Power and agriculture.

Without either, you don't
stand a chance out here.

Understood.

- Heart of the beacon.
- This may be redundant.

Based on your file, you could
walk this place blindfolded.

Training sims don't
do it justice.

- This is perfect.
- I like your spirit, Aster.

My workstation,
feel free to use it.

But please keep it tidy.

Nuts and bolts. Wrenches.

If you need something else

3D printer. Self-explanatory.

My friends back on Tritus
would flip if they saw that.

I hear it can make a
mean old-fashioned.

You're here to
complete your training.

If you wanted to party, you
came to the wrong place.

No drinking alcohol, young lady.

What?

Uh, nobody's called
me that in a while.

I haven't had any, um, actual...
human contact in a long time.

It's cool. Reminds me of my dad.

Really? Oh.

He must be, um...
quite proud of you.

I suppose.

And what does he do?

Don't know.

Haven't heard from
him in a few years.

Ah, families. I'm
sorry to hear that.

Don't be. It's a long story.

Goes best with an
old-fashioned or two,

so if you want to hear it,
you'll have to break the rules.

Nope. Not gonna happen.
Not on my watch.

Nice try, though.
Shall we continue?

This is where the magic happens.

How much of this do
you manage by yourself

and how much is the AI?

Oli, how self-sufficient am I?

Very. It can be
quite frustrating.

I have so much more to offer.

AI can be addictive. A crutch.

The more you use them,
the more you need them.

Your senses get dulled,
your reflexes get slower.

That's why I've limited
Oli to autonomous services

and emergencies only.

Meaning you're responsible
for the major decision-making.

Of course.

Isn't that counter intuitive?

Seems like AI is running
things out there.

And how's that working?

Not good.

No.

We've become emotionally
reliant on AI.

It's as if the AIs want
that. It's unhealthy.

Well now, let's see how well
you've read that manual, hmm?

Front to back.

- Including footnotes?
- Hit me with it.

Your communication
starts to cut out.

Great.

False reading on
the dark matter map.

Recalibrate.

Generator overheats.

Release coolant.

Oli stops doing her job.

I would never.

130 years ago...

Beacon 2's AI mistakenly
classified the Beacon Keeper

as a bio hazard and cut
life support in an attempt

to limit what it considered
a virus outbreak.

Excellent.

I'd pull the Roland
chip from the mainframe.

Named after Beacon 2's keeper.

Saw that in the footnotes.

So, what made you decide
to be a Beacon Keeper?

I fell into it. I
was between jobs.

I ran into a buddy of mine,
he said he was headed here.

He needed a hand
straightening things out.

Sounded like a cushy
gig, so I signed up.

Came all the way out here.

This really is the
edge of the galaxy.

Tell me.

I had no idea what
I was getting into.

- So, what happened?
- I showed up and the place

was in complete disarray.

Pieces of gear lying all around.

Nothing fit, nothing made sense.

He spent most of his
time on the Tunneler

telling ISA what a bunch
of assholes they were.

Sounds unpleasant.

I tried to help him
the best I could,

but he wouldn't accept my help.

- Why'd you stay?
- I had given my word.

- Not to ISA, but to him.
- Where is he?

ISA had given him the boot,
asked me to take over.

- Did you?
- Eventually.

Took a long time.
Lots of blind alleys.

Years later, I'm still here.

- You like it?
- I don't know.

I'm good at it.

I like being good at something.

Just never thought it would
be running a lighthouse

on the edge of the edge.

- Hm.
- How about you?

Young girl, your whole
life ahead of you.

Why a Beacon Keeper?

You know what it's
like out there?

I hear.

Then you know a cot and
three squares go a long way.

That's what you want? Security?

A home?

Never really had one.

Maybe once. I can't remember.

Well, you must have
come from somewhere.

Menelaus.

Oh.

How bad?

Bad.

My mum was killed
in the diaspora.

I'm sorry.

Dad?

He went missing long before.

Never knew if he left or if he
was killed trying to save us.

I bet it was the latter.

After Menelaus, do
you know where I was?

Burza.

I know Burza.

I know you do.

That's why I'm here.

That evacuation plan
saved thousands.

I, uh, try not to think about
Operation Burza anymore.

Those were scary times.

Tell me.

It almost didn't work.

I got lucky.

It was supposed to be
an underground evac,

but Scads blew the tunnels

before the colonists
could escape.

Hm... that seat was
hot, know what I mean?

All eyes on me.

Air rescue was boxed
out by dogfights.

So much smoke, it
almost reached orbit.

I remember.

Black Lung's a bad way to go.

All I had was a
radar and my comms.

I was winging it.

Just trying to
look for a way out.

Then, I saw it: The Cloudburst,

a commercial hauler a few
clicks outside the red zone.

Abandoned. I could
not believe it.

We were winning in
the skies, so I pulled

one of our pilots out
to try to hot wire it,

use it as a rescue vessel.

The damn thing wouldn't start,

so I talked him through it.

I had stolen a few
small T-140s in my day.

So, son of a bitch eventually
roared back to life.

Pilot said it was like
a grandpa at the beach

when a pretty girl strolls by.

Sorry.

No worries.

Well, the rest is history.

It was the largest
airlift since Edymion.

I don't know if we saved

all of 'em, but
we sure got a lot.

It... looked a little
different from the ground.

Those skies were filled
with so much fuel,

we caked ourselves in mud to
keep our skin from burning.

We were terrified,
of course, but

it was like we reached
this sense of calm.

Acceptance, maybe.

It was like we couldn't hear
or see anything but each other,

hand in hand.

Ready to meet the other side.

We heard this roaring
from a vessel overhead

getting louder.

Couldn't even see it
through the haze, but

boy, did we curse it to Hell.

Then a ladder dropped

right at our feet.

It couldn't even land,

it was so smokey.

We piled into the ship
and took a head count.

You got us all.

Thank you.

Crazy, huh?

Aster! Aster!

- Here.
- We have a vessel approaching.

What are you doing here?

Is there someone in there?

No. No, of course not.

You don't use this Airlock?

I'm a bit of a pack rat.
I use it as my attic.

We don't have time
to discuss this.

But I don't understand.

Don't you have enough storage?

You, uh... accumulate a lot
of things over a lifetime.

Protocol is to have
two working Airlocks.

I don't get many visitors.

What if there's an emergency
and two ships needed to dock?

Out here? Never happens.

Why are we discussing
hypotheticals?

- We've got a ship.
- Understood.

Are you checking up on me?

I've been doing this for
years. You're just a trainee

who's never actually set
foot on a beacon before.

I'm sorry. I'm not checking up.

Then what do you care?

I'm just surprised.

It seems a bit careless.

Trust me, that's
the last thing I am.

Come on.

You're lucky. We have company.

You can learn on the job.

This says two ships
are approaching.

- How's that possible?
- It's very rare.

Given the distances,
won't they pass millions

- of miles from each other?
- They should,

except with that
black hole there

and that dark
matter nebula here.

They act as dual hazards.

There's a very tight
space, on a cosmic scale,

for them to get through.

You ever heard the
story of The Odyssey?

No, not really.

Well, our hero, Odysseus,
had to pilot his ship

between the six-headed
monster, Scylla,

and Charybdis, the
deadly whirlpool.

It's kinda like that.

Did he do it?

Well, he survived,
but his crew died.

Beacon 90.

Copy, this is Beacon 90.

This is food transport x-12

requesting passage
into zeta quadrant.

You are clear, but hold on.

This is Beacon 90.

This is UGMC Agrippa

approaching zeta quadrant.

Copy, Agrippa. Hang tight.

We need to allow food
transport to pass.

MC takes priority in FTL lanes.

Agrippa, what is your
mission priority status?

Critical. What's
the problem, 90?

Military has the right of way.

I know what it's like to be
waiting on a food shipment.

It's not your call.

90, are you there?

Beacon 90, are we
cleared for passage?

What are you doing?

The military can wait.

They're just going to
kill some innocent folk

stealing food in
order to survive.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.

I saw it.

This has nothing
to do with that.

They're too close at FTL.
If their bubbles collide...

Agrippa, pull out of FTL.

Are you serious?

No. X-12, rerouting
you to a new course.

That would be the second

food reroute for this colony.

They'll be out of
food for months.

Beacon 90, that other vessel

is getting mighty
close. It needs to halt.

That colony won't survive
another missed shipment.

- Agrippa!
- Back, now!

ISA doesn't give a shit
about the colonists.

Of course they do.

I see you don't get out much.

You know what
starvation looks like?

The cracked skin.

The bloated stomachs.
The lesions.

I don't want that for anyone.

But as Beacon Keepers,
we do what we are told.

My mother did what she
was told. We all did.

ISA abandoned us.

Not me. You said it yourself.

You said you got lucky.

You were resourceful,
and you broke the rules

to save people. You should
know what I'm doing.

- Back.
- Oh, come

90, I see another
ship in the lane.

It's getting hairy.
What are your orders?

Agrippa, you are not
cleared. X-12 proceed.

What the hell?

This is a huge mistake.

Do you realize
what you've done?!

I did what I had to do.

The military will dispatch
a team to investigate.

There will be consequences!

I'll be long gone.

They'll find you.

Aleph has a long memory.

- The head AI?
- Yes.

Wonder if he can cite all
the names of the dead.

My mum and I lived
at the end of a lane.

I wouldn't call it a house.

It had a roof, walls, but
after the first bombing

of Menelaus, it was
a wonder it stood.

Last house left on the block.

We took in who we
could, then some.

Some flats had 20,

30 people sleeping
on top of each other.

My mum and I moved
into a pantry.

One night, the
soldiers came through.

Took what they wanted.

Tossed people onto the streets.

Ransacked. Looted.

A few of them were
even looking at me.

Just a girl.

My mum pleaded with
them to leave me alone.

She screamed at me to run.

Some of them took
her into our room.

I saw them.

She was a scientist, you know.

My dad too.

Let the soldiers find me.
What more can they do?

I am... I'm sorry that happened.

There are a lot of groups
out there taking a stand.

Which one are you part of?

We don't have a name.

Not much of a group,
to tell the truth.

Just some mates.

So, this whole Beacon Keeper
of the Month was just a ploy?

That shipment will
make a difference.

There'll be payback.

Then we'll do something else.

We know we can't win, but

doesn't mean we have
to take it either.

You got balls,
I'll give you that.

Gives me hope.

We had the universe
at our fingertips.

But we screwed it up like
we did everything else

that came before.

I really hope that
your generation

can change something.

But you won't.

It's a lost cause.

When did you become so cynical?

Does it have something to do
with what's in the Airlock?

There's nothing I can do.

She's locked you
in and shut me out.

Oli, who is this?

You don't have clearance
to know about the asset.

Asset?

Jocko? What have you done?

It's not me.

- Why do you have a prisoner?
- Leave him alone.

Aster, I swear,

it's not what you think.

- I don't know what I think.
- Please.

Don't touch him.

Tell me what's going on. Now.

Please.

Help me.

Help me, please.

No, no, wait, wait, wait!

Don't go! Come back.

She's disabling me on Docking.

Don't leave me!

She's inside with
him. Doors locked.

- I have no access.
- Not even the exterior?

- No.
- How long until

- you override her?
- If I try,

the exterior door will open.

The Airlock's occupants
will be sucked out.

She's putting a lot of faith
in us that we'll leave her be.

Safe bet for now.

- How did she do all that?
- Some type of pirate code.

I'm rewriting, trying
to work around it.

Huh.

Have you notified QTA
there's been a breach?

I had to.

- Are you okay?
- Help me.

- Who are you?
- Cerran.

And what has he done to you?

My ship sustained damage.
I stopped here for repairs.

He cut my oxygen.

I blacked out. When I
came to, I was here.

How long have you been here?

I'm going to get you
out of here, I promise.

Pretty gnarly.

If I yank 'em, your whole
brain might come with.

- I may need some help.
- No, no. There's no time.

He won't let me leave.

He'll do anything
to keep me here.

I don't understand.

The only way we're
getting out of here

is over his dead body.

There you are. You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Great job before.

Food should arrive to those
poor bastards within a week.

You saved lives, Aster.

- How far out are you?
- I'm close.

Been flying dark, just
beyond the defense drones.

Doesn't seem like the
Beacon's AI has picked me up.

Of course, with this
comm, probably thrown that

out the window. What's up?

I found something.

A prisoner, looks like
a human experiment.

Man, these guys just
don't care. Who is it?

A man, all wired up to a
lot of technical thingies.

- Can you disconnect him?
- No telling what that'll do.

I worry about ripping
his brain to shreds.

Hold on.

Hon, I just picked
up some chatter.

The UGMC Douglaston is en route.

- What is that?
- A class 2 gunship.

The Beacon Keeper must
have notified them

- that you were poking around.
- I'm flattered.

They're further out, but with
the engine on that thing,

they'll probably reach you
before I can get there.

This hopper's a
bucket of rusty nails.

I'm going to have to unplug him,

have him ready to go
the second you get here.

I'm in the second Airlock
but I think it's inoperative.

Can you get him across
to the other one?

Where's the Keeper?

Detained, but I imagine
that won't last long.

Beacon Keepers are pussies.

He'll probably
sit tight and wait

- for the military to handle.
- Great.

I'll let you know
when I'm arriving.

You take care.

I'll get you out.

- Thank you.
- Over and out.

- We're going to get you out.
- Who?

- There are others with you?
- On their way.

Good. Get me away from him.

How do I disconnect you?

You just gotta pull
and hope for the best.

Do it.

Aster.

I'm gonna come clean.

The man in the chair
is named Cerran.

He's not my prisoner.
He's my patient.

Bullshit. Then
he'd be in Med Bay.

Normally, yes. If he
wasn't such a high risk.

- Don't listen to him.
- What do you mean?

Like he's carrying a virus?

Have I been exposed
to something?

No. Cerran is a soldier.

He's being enhanced to
be the next generation

- of killing machine.
- It's not true.

Those men who dragged your
mother into that pantry?

Cerran is ten times worse.

He has no conscience. No morals.

He's full of implants,
synthetic hormones,

and most importantly,
false memories.

He's fed a steady diet
of disinformation,

horrific images,
to rewire his brain

so it feels only
rage and hatred.

Against civilians, rebels. No.

Anyone who opposes
Aleph's agenda.

He'll say anything.

Look what he's
already done to me.

It's true.

A reverse Clockwork Orange.

Why bother?

Aren't the soldiers
brutal enough?

Good question. I've
asked myself that.

I can only think that
Aleph, whoever he is,

has done the math.

He can annihilate
entire systems,

but he knows he can't win.

Until now.

Why here? Why not
some fortified lab?

We're on the edge
of known space.

The perfect hiding place.

Why would you allow that?

Beacon Keepers work for ISA.

The beacons were built
by Aleph. He's QTA.

And now he controls
the military.

Don't you see?
It's all one thing.

If your parents were scientists,
they must have been part of it.

You don't know anything
about my parents.

No, you're right. I don't.

Maybe they fought
the good fight.

Sounds like more than you.

The truth is...

I've been doing my part.

I know Cerran can hear me.

So I'm sealing my
fate by saying this.

That's all right.
What's done is done.

I've been sabotaging QTA's work.

Not following directions
to the letter.

I do as I'm instructed.
That's one step up.

Then I undo it and
tell them it's working.

Like Penelope at
the loom each night.

The bottom line is,

even I don't know what
you're dealing with.

You've been playing
games with him.

- I had to.
- Who's the sicko?

He's right.

- How could you be so cruel?
- I didn't have a choice.

They threatened my family.

They said they'd
provide for them.

I couldn't take a chance.

But I knew I couldn't
trust them either.

So, I make it look
like I'm playing along,

but undermine them
every chance I get.

- It's a miserable situation.
- Poor baby.

Aster, whatever I've done,

it's a lot less cruel than
unleashing him on the world.

Do not release
him, I implore you.

He's trying to save his own ass.

He's worried I'm gonna
settle the score.

I just want to get out of here.

But if I did,
could you blame me?

No. No, I couldn't.

Let me go.

All that stuff, it's not true.

I signed up for the military
because it was my only option.

I was an engineer digging
irrigation systems

on remote outposts.

I got hurt in an accident.
Went from hospital to here.

I wish they had just killed me.

What's wrong? What's happening?

He must be doing something.

It'll be all right. I promise.

Hurry. Hurry!

- You want me to...
- Do it!

Aster, he's lying!

- Stop, don't set him free!
- Don't stop.

- Aster!
- The other one.

He's lying, Aster! Stop!

For God's sakes, do
not set him free!

I'm gonna kill him.

I can't allow that.

I'm serious. I've
got a ship coming.

I said I'd get you out of here.

I won't be a party
to any vendetta.

So, how are you gonna stop me?

You kinda don't have a choice.

I'm your only
ticket out of here.

So, now what?

We wait.

Was that true?

- What?
- That you were an engineer.

Does it matter?

Do you mean, will I
still let you out?

I gave my word.

Then no.

I was ESF.

Early Strike Force.

We'd come in and soften
up the civilian populace

for the ground forces.

Best of the best.

Or worst of the worst.

Depends on which side you're on.

How many do you
think you killed?

More than my share.

So, you lied.

Did you lie about
what Jocko said?

That you're some
innocent victim?

Yes.

I knew what I signed up for.

The best of the best.

But I could be even better.

And the slaughter
doesn't bother you.

No. It's my job.

I shouldn't have released
you. I should have listened.

Get off your high
horse, would you?

How do you think we
survive out here?

Let me spell it out for you.

U-G-M-C.

We land first on every planet.
We clear them for hazards.

Do you know how many
people we've lost?

When you babies are fighting
over water or crops,

we establish order.

You'd be nowhere without us.

- You're fascists.
- This ain't Sunday school.

We are way out there,

and the military is the
only lifeline anybody has.

The scientists, they have
their heads up their asses.

QTA doesn't deal with reality.

We're the only thing standing
between the human race

and extinction.

So what if we crack a few
heads to keep the peace?

You really don't get it.

It's not just cracking heads.

People starve because
you reroute shipments

to wealthier colonies.

- I was on Menelaus...
- So was I!

I was one of the
few who made it off.

A whole transport went down
because a mob took control.

Crashed right into Manjaro-9.

You're not the only
one who lost people.

There was no Manjaro-9.

Now who's the one
living in fantasy?

- You're lying.
- Look it up.

My entire squad was wiped out.

So was my family.

That was real.

I saw my mum...

I don't give a shit
about your mum!

Or you!

Now, open this door!

- No.
- You better.

Or what?

I'm sorry about your mum.

But we're programmed not to
think of the collateral damage.

She had a name.

- What was it?
- Nisha.

Although my dad once
called her something else.

They didn't know I was
still awake, but...

I thought I heard him say...

Say what?

Something else.

I can't change the
things I've done.

It's been tough
times for all of us.

Small craft approaching.

- QTA?
- Unknown.

Must be Aster's ride.

If you hadn't limited
my permissions,

I could be a lot more helpful.

Aster!

Darlene!

Are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- He locked you in there?

No, I locked myself in.

Is this your patient? Cute.

- Hey, darlin'.
- He's not a patient.

- He's an experiment.
- Open this door.

No. I can't let you out.

You open this goddamn door now!

Cerran's hormones are elevated.

You know where this is going.

- Open it!
- No!

Aster! Open the door.

- Let him try to get by me.
- No.

He'll kill us and take the ship.

Aster!

Aster!

You whiny little bitch!

Open the door! I'll kill you.

Aster! Aster!

Stop it! She's just a girl!

Aster!

Aster!

- Open up.
- No.

Darlene, stop.

I've jury-rigged
the exterior door.

- What are you doing?!
- Get in the ship and go.

- I'm not leaving without you.
- You don't have a choice.

If he gets out, he'll take
it. We cannot turn him loose.

- He'll kill you!
- So what?

You don't mean that.

I am tired, Darlene.

I'm tired of running,

tired of fighting.

Might as well be in here.
Good a place as any.

Aster!

It's me he wants. Let me out!

If she opens the door,
take me and let them go.

Deal.

You can't believe
a word he says.

I know what he wants.

Killing me is more
important than killing you.

You bet. Man, I owe you one.

But don't trip.
I'll kill you, them.

- It's all good.
- I'm not opening the door.

QTA has entered this quadrant.

Arrival imminent.

- Great.
- You have to go.

- If QTA finds you...
- They'll turn you over

to the military. Guess what?

I'm the military.

Even QTA's not stupid
enough to release you.

You kidding? They
want me out there.

I'll get promotion
and double pay.

What about you? Twenty
years in a penal colony.

No, Cerran.

They're not gonna let you go.

They took a look
at my last report,

saw that your data had
too many variables.

They gave a rescind order.

- What?
- I was ordered

to terminate the experiment.

You mean... let me go?

I was ordered to
terminate... the experiment.

But I couldn't.

So, here we are.

You were right, Aster.

I became cynical.

But who wouldn't after
what they asked me to do?

Let me make amends.

No. Go with Darlene.

- I'm not leaving.
- Will you get out of here?

He's right, you know.

Killing him is more important.

I'll let you both go.

Just open the door
and leave him to me.

We have some reconciling to do.

Aster Calyx,

QTA orders you to
release your prisoners

and turn yourself in.

Aster, open the door.

Difuze