Original subtitles

["Star Trek" fanfare]

[crystal cracking]

[swelling orchestral music]

* *

[aliens speaking unintelligibly]

* *

[Watcher chirping]

* *

- Five, four, three...

my ticket outta here.

* *

Hmm?

[mysterious music]

Did you see that?

- [grunting]

- Oh, yeah, no one here understands anything.

[aliens speaking unintelligibly]

* *

[Watchers chirping]

- Sorry, didn't quite catch that.

You'll have to chirp a little slower.

- [low-pitched chirping]

- Easy, fellas. It's called humor.

It takes the edge off of the hard labor.

Drednok!

What's the top bot doing down here?

You look... tense.

- Have you seen Fugitive Zero?

- Well, I can see how you lost him.

He barely fits in your hand.

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

Uh, you may wanna ask that thing.

He looks like he has a big mouth.

If that even is a mouth.

Hey-oh-oh! Woah!

- Prisoner Dal R'El, what species are you?

- Wow, getting personal. Borderline inappropriate.

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

If you can enlighten me,

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

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

to keep us from talking, so--

- He's seen Zero.

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

[yells]

[dramatic music]

* *

- Fugitive Zero is here.

[ankle bracelet beeping]

[Watchers chirping]

- [panting]

Which way is up? Up! Up! Up!

[aliens imitating Dal]

Ugh.

Whoa! Not this way, okay.

[Watchers chirping]

- Ah! [alien bellows]

Oh, no...

Seems that you've spilled your goop.

- [roaring]

[Watchers chirping]

- Mind your own business!

Nothing to see here!

Ahh-ah-ah!

[aliens speaking unintelligibly]

[dramatic music]

* *

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Remember this day, Watchers,

when you watched the wily Dal R'El

fool you all and escape!

Oh, n-n-n-n-no! [yelling]

[grunting]

[Watchers chirping]

- [humming]

[cries in alarm]

- What's that? I can borrow it?

Thanks! I'll be sure to return it!

* *

Get out of the way!

[miner screams]

Whoa! Ah!

Okay, what's the plan?

[screaming in slow motion]

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

* *

Rubble Crusher Outlet?

It probably sounds worse than it is.

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

[yelling]

No, no, no.

[aliens speaking unintelligibly]

[alarm blaring]

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

* *

[status alarms beeping]

[klaxons blaring]

* *

- Come on. Come on. Come on.

- No one. [chuckles]

No one shall escape.

[ominous music]

[electrical contacts snapping]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[status alarm beeping]

You can make it. You got this.

Just a little further.

* *

Come on, Dal!

[gentle music]

Please. Please.

* *

Ah. No. No!

[yelling]

[dramatic music]

[foreboding music]

* *

- [speaking Kazon language]

- The Kazon apologizes for his delay.

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

and orphan this side of the Delta.

But to continue this relationship,

he offers this one for half price.

* *

[gasps softly]

- I agree to these amends.

* *

- [speaking Kazon language]

[spits] - [speaking Kazon language]

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

it would be him working the mines.

[speaking Caitian language]

- [purring]

[gentle music]

- You may be fluent in many tongues, Young Progeny,

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

Do not overstep your boundaries.

- I don't understand why my father makes me translate

when you're programmed to do just the same.

- Have trust.

Our Diviner has a plan for you.

* *

- Ugh. A plan he never tells me.

* *

[wondrous music]

* *

- [speaking Vau N'Akat]

- Progeny of Solum, you may speak in Standard.

I know you favor this primitive tongue.

- You summoned, Our Diviner?

Did my negotiations with the Kazon disappoint you?

- You have always cared for my Unwanted,

but that isn't why I called for you.

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

- I know his species is... unknown.

He's mildly intelligent,

but his abilities... are few.

He talks a lot.

- I need him to talk.

My advisor believes he may be working

with Fugitive Zero.

How is his tolerance to pain?

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

I can get him to talk. But I need time.

- Time?

Every moment Fugitive Zero stays at large

gives the Unwanted hope, and hope has no purpose here.

- I should have never questioned you.

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

and whatever future our people hold

will be up to you.

Do it your way.

But if you can't get him to talk,

Drednok will use alternative methods.

- I will not fail you.

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

- You are hiding her from the truth of our mission.

- She is not ready.

She must not know what I'm searching for.

I can't have the thought of the Federation

influence her in any way.

When the time is right, she will understand why.

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

* *

[light music]

- [grunting]

- You never give up hope, do you?

- [gasps] Who's there? Who said that?

- Just a prisoner, like everyone else.

- You speak my language!

What species are you? What sector are you from?

- Does it matter?

We're all trapped here just the same.

- Not me. I'm getting outta here.

- Everyone wants to escape. But you're special.

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

- Who are you?

- Just someone curious who needs a little hope.

- [gasps]

- [Watchers chirping]

- Ah. Hey! Okay! Okay!

Easy, tripod!

Wait.

Who was I just talking to? [screams]

Oh! Ow! Okay, okay, okay.

[foreboding music]

* *

- [speaks alien language]

* *

- Tell me again what it's like out there.

- Share some of those honey lychees,

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

like you're living amongst the stars.

Good to see you, Gwyn.

It's nice to have someone to chat with,

even if you are my only option.

- You tried to fly a class-D loader

into space. Really?

- [chewing] Truthfully,

I didn't think that far ahead,

but I would've figured it out.

I saw my chance, so I took it.

- So it was just chance you escaped at the very moment

Fugitive Zero sabotaged the manacle antenna?

- Whoa, now, hold up.

Is this what this is about?

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

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

'Fess up. You two are in cat boots.

- [laughing]

- What's so funny?

- "Cat boots"? You mean "cahoots."

- I refuse to be mocked by someone of your reputation.

- And, uh, what reputation is that?

- Tell me where to find Fugitive Zero,

and Our Diviner will set you free!

- Gwyn, Gwyn, Gwyn.

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

even you.

- At least I know what I am.

- You want Fugitive Zero? Tell you what:

get me a ticket outta here on that Kazon ship,

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

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

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

- A Medusan? A telepath...

- You know nothing.

I tried to help you,

but you can't even help yourself.

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

- Sure you did. - In my cell.

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

I swear to you. I can find Fugitive Zero.

- [Watchers chirp] - [grunts]

- You have until the end of tomorrow

to locate the fugitive.

If you don't,

I can no longer protect you from Drednok.

- You know what he'll do to me.

- Then for your own sake,

I hope you come through.

Fugitive Zero was last seen in the Northwest Crevasse.

I suggest you start there.

- That's deep core mining!

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

- You're crafty. Figure it out.

[dramatic music]

* *

- [grunts]

- [growls]

- [laughs]

Great, goop guy.

What's this?

Oh! A little safety video.

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

[light music]

* *

Okay, okay, I get it.

Buddy system.

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

I cannot be buddies with him!

Lights? Huh.

Oh, what are those things for?

[screaming]

Ugh.

[grunts] Whoa!

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

and our feet are connected,

but my life is kinda on the line,

so I really need your help to find Fugitive Zero.

- [roars]

- Ha!

I don't know what that means,

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

growl at me. You understand?

- [growls]

- Wait a minute, where are your ears?

Can you even hear me?

[laser humming]

[mischievous music]

- [grunting]

- Look! Look!

Yes, pictures.

If you help me, I can escape!

* *

- [grunts]

- I mean, we can escape.

- [grunts]

- Oh!

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

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

[laughs nervously]

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

Whoa!

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

* *

- [grunts]

- Oh! Oh! X! X! X!

[soft music]

* *

You... saved my life.

- [snorts] - Ah!

- [querying grunt]

* *

- Whoa.

Where are we?

What is this? [laughs]

There's so much!

This alone could buy our way onto that ship!

With this much, we could buy the entire ship!

[laughing] I can see the stars now.

- [grunts]

* *

- Whoa.

[wondrous music]

* *

Oh, man.

- [grunts]

- Would you look at this?

How'd it get here?

* *

Where's the crew?

* *

- [grunts] - You said it, big fella.

* *

Whoa.

* *

[laughs] [gasps]

* *

[laughs]

* *

[icon beeps]

[electrical whirring]

[swelling orchestral music]

* *

What did you do? What did you press?

- [high-pitched] I didn't press anything!

I... I...

I understand you.

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

- What?

- [laughs] Not what I thought.

- What--what's your name?

- Dal. - Rok-Tahk.

- Excuse me?

- My name. It's Rok-Tahk.

- Nice to meet ya, kid.

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

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

What did we find?

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

- How did a ship this size get inside here?

- The more important question...

[mysterious music]

* *

How do we get it out?

- You're... Fugitive Zero.

- He's a... robot?

- Not a robot, nor a he or she.

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

- Oh. - I built this containment suit

because if any corporeal being were to lay eyes

on my true self,

you would go mad. - Oh!

- You built that... really?

- Try to build one without any hands.

I think I did a fine job.

- Why are you following me?

- You are a curious one, Dal R'El.

I used to have such hope.

But then I was captured

like everyone else. [gears whirring and clicking]

I was forced to do terrible things.

They used me as a weapon. [miner grunting]

But I managed to escape.

Curiously, of all the minds I could read,

I couldn't see the Diviner's.

I could only sense a dark purpose.

He was searching for something.

- He was looking for this ship. - [gasps]

Do you have telepathic powers too?

- Not quite.

But he has unwittingly found the one thing

that has eluded us all: a way out.

A reason for hope.

- We can save everyone!

- Don't start packing your stones yet.

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

Can the three of us get it out of here?

- Three? A ship this size requires

at least 20.

Or, depending on the species, 37 appendages.

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

How many just to get it off the ground?

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

- That's what I was thinking!

[gasps] Maybe I'm telepathic too.

- An engineer, huh?

- [scatting]

[grunting]

Oh-oh-oh-oh, great.

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

my loader again.

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

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

there's a way off this rock?

- Oh, whoa! You understand Jankom Pog?

Wait, Jankom Pog understands you?

How? - Magic.

- It's a translator. - Oh.

- A magic translator.

- What if we told you we found a ship,

but need your help getting it off the ground?

- [laughs] You wanna leave?

Ha-ha, ha-ha.

You think it's bad down here?

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

- Sure-- - He does argue everything.

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

You're right! What were we thinking?

We'll stay! - Stay? Ha!

You wanna chop rock for the rest of your life?

If you can get out, get out!

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

- He probably can't even fix it.

- How dare you!

Jankom can fix everything.

- But who wants an engineer who argues all the time?

- Uh, someone who values a counter opinion

that may very well save your life.

Go ahead!

Surround yourself with yes trolls.

See how far that gets you.

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

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

Congratulations!

You just got yourself an engineer.

[laughs]

Now this is a piece of work.

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

- Jankom Pog, I am Zero.

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

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

- That is an impossibility.

There are millions of ships in the galaxy.

[metal clanging] - Hey, don't hurt it.

- Don't worry, Brik-brain.

It's percussive maintenance. Sorta my thing.

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

In one week. - And by week,

you mean end of day?

- Yeah, sure.

In your dreams.

- End of day? Why the hurry?

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

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

- [sighs] I forgot.

You read minds.

- Why would you lie to us?

- How could I lie

when we didn't even speak the same language

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

- Tail-Butt is definitely turning us in.

[dramatic music]

[alien languages overlapping]

- Hm.

Mm.

- I know it sounds like nonsense.

But every language is a window into a new culture.

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

[intense music]

- [whimpers]

- You really need to work on your entrance.

- Your favorite prisoner...

Are you aware of his whereabouts?

- [scoffs] Of course.

He's looking for Zero in the Northwest Crevasse.

- And why isn't he there?

[intense music swells]

- [grunting]

- Looking good, Jankom. Seeing progress.

- And just how are you helping?

- Uh, motivation.

Keeping morale high.

- [panting] Guys, guys!

I found someone else to come with us!

- Whoa, Rok.

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

- [snorting]

- You invited that thing?

- What is that bag of spit?

- He isn't a "that."

I named him Murf.

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

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

- Mm-hmm. - [chirping happily]

[snorting]

[squeals] - He's probably too smart

for our translators.

- [gurgling] - Ah!

Ah! Oh, no, no, no, no! No, back, back, back!

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

- [squealing]

- Oh! - [chirping]

- At least our secret's safe with him.

- Quiet!

[suspenseful music]

Watchers are coming this way.

- They're tracking our monitors.

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

- You're a survivor. Help us survive.

- Jankom, get this ship ready by end of day.

And Rok, you're with me.

* *

Conceal the entrance.

I'll keep 'em busy.

* *

[suspenseful music swells]

Oh, Gwyn.

What do I owe the pleasure?

- From the looks of it, you found enough chimerium

to buy your way onto that Kazon ship.

- Gwyn, I was gonna tell you.

I was just getting somewhere on this Zero guy,

but then we came across this.

Honest.

- Dal, if you're hiding something...

tell me.

* *

- I wish I knew what to say.

- You've tried your way.

- [grunting]

- Now I'll try mine.

Escort this prisoner to work the outer rim.

- You're putting me on the surface?

No one comes back from there!

- He's our best chance to find Zero.

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

* *

- They sent Dal to the outer rim!

- What?

- Dal may not survive,

so we have to at least consider an alternative.

But we can hope

for as long as we can.

- [grunts] [machinery scraping]

[grunting]

[contraption whirring and beeping]

[microphone static] - It wasn't supposed

to end this way.

- So this is goodbye,

huh, Gwyn?

You know,

different circumstances, we could've been friends.

- Well, if it's any consolation,

I'll never get off this planet either.

Remember last time in detention?

You told me about that cluster of stars.

What were they called?

- The Window of Dreams.

How do you describe the most beautiful thing

you've ever seen?

- Why'd you have to get involved, Dal?

[alarm buzzing]

Every time you escape, you lose.

- Gwyn? Can you hear me?

- I can--hear fine--can you--

[rumbling]

- Oh, no.

[dramatic music]

[straining]

* *

No!

* *

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

* *

Oh! [monitor beeping]

[panting]

- Are you happy now?

- Well done, Progeny.

He'll lead us right to Fugitive Zero.

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

- Who you calling "Sweetie"?

- [groans]

- You survived!

- Of course I survived.

Why do you all look so surprised?

Wait, were you gonna leave without me?

- Uh... no?

- Your chance of return was low.

Our desire to leave remained high.

- I can be offended later.

More important, can the ship fly?

- Of course she'll fly.

But without shields,

Zero will need to chart the perfect course

out of these mines.

- Has anyone seen my hand?

- Ugh.

I'll fix the shields.

You find that hand.

Ah!

Ugh.

These shield thingies...

What am I looking for, Pog?

- You know, a severed line, a loose part.

Anything out of the ordinary.

- So you did know Fugitive Zero.

- How did you find me?

- The surge on the surface. That was you.

- Mm... busted.

- I knew you were in cat boots.

- Well, I wasn't, but then I was.

But then I wasn't again.

- What is all of this?

- Our ticket out of here.

To a better life.

Join us.

You always wanted to see the stars.

- I tried to save you.

- And now we can save each other.

- Dal.

It's too late.

[lasers humming]

[suspenseful music]

- Well done, Progeny.

He led us right to the Protostar.

- You knew this ship was here?

- What did you think your father was mining for

all these years?

[Watchers talking indistinctly]

- Ah, ah!

- Dal, what're we gonna do?

- Fugitive Zero.

Our Diviner has great plans for you.

- [Watchers talking indistinctly]

- Search the vessel.

Make sure there aren't any more Unwanted aboard.

- [squeals]

[console beeping]

* *

- [grunts] - Uh...

What is he doing with his face?

- He's telepathically sending me a message,

but since I do not agree with his plan,

I am ignoring him.

He assumes his facial distortions might sway me.

- What is his plan?

- Take the Diviner's daughter hostage.

- That's a terrible idea.

- Or the best!

Ha!

- [Watcher speaking indistinctly]

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

[Watcher pleading indistinctly]

- It appears we are fighting now.

Hmm. Or not.

- Don't touch my friend!

[heroic music]

- Start the ship!

- Do not let the prisoners escape.

- Ah!

[ship rumbling]

- Please remain calm.

- Rahk Te'Tu vanu ve.

* *

- She's not remaining calm!

- Ah!

[dramatic music]

* *

- I surrender.

- [grunts]

* *

- Do not damage my prize.

- Cease fire, cease fire!

[dramatic music swells]

* *

- Oh!

Ah!

* *

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

* *

- No.

- We're falling, not flying!

- There's a bit of a learning curve.

- Start the ship. Start the ship!

* *

- Found the right button.

We should probably make a note of it.

- Go, Zero!

- Yes, thank you!

Go me!

- No, go!

Get us outta here!

- [chirping excitedly]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Oh, no, not the water!

* *

[cheers and applause]

- The little red dots are still coming after us.

Can we go any faster?

- Faster?

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

- Do you realize what you're doing?

- Making a series of bad decisions.

Ha-ha, ha-ha, yes. Jankom Pog is aware.

* *

- Hull at 82 percent. - Zero?

- Oopsies. - Ugh, amateurs.

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

- Let me in! - Not until

you fix those shields!

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

- What is your job?

- I thought I was captain.

- Hull at 79!

* *

- Ah! - Left!

[engine whirring]

[electric humming]

No, your other left!

Have you ever even flown a ship before?

- No! Does it show?

- Wall, wall! Wall!

- This will either be spectacular

or a terrible end to our adventure.

[electric humming]

- Ah!

[engine whirring]

- Whoa! - Spectacular!

[beeping] - Hull at--

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

- Where are we even going?

- There! Any of those drainage corridors

will lead us right to the surface.

* *

- [chirping excitedly]

- Whoa.

* *

[electric humming]

- I've looked forward to this moment.

* *

What are you doing?

- Dal needs me to turn the ship.

- Turn? We can barely go straight!

[gears whirring]

- Everyone, hold on!

[satellite beeping]

[engine roaring]

- Ah!

* *

[console beeping]

- [screaming]

We're so dead.

- Come on.

[straining] Come on!

* *

[electric humming and crackling]

Tough break.

Now bug off.

- Tail-Butt actually did it.

- We should probably let him in now.

[triumphant music]

- Oh, yeah!

Captain on the bridge!

Don't say it.

I see it in your eyes.

You're welcome.

- That's our way out!

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Do not damage my prize.

- I'm well aware.

* *

- What--what was that?

* *

[console beeping]

- There goes our exit.

- We're gonna crash! Can we stop?

- Unfortunately, I haven't learned that yet.

- Great, and now we're all gonna die.

- Not yet.

We just gotta fire the torpedoes.

- Do we have torpedoes?

- Then the "pew-pew-pew" button.

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

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

* *

How good are those shields? - Not good enough.

- Prepare for impact.

- Huh?

[beeping] - [squealing]

- Activating phasers.

[triumphant music]

* *

- Whoo!

We got phasers, baby!

* *

[peaceful music]

* *

- Hey, you always wanted to see the stars.

Am I right?

* *

- [gasps]

* *

- Hm.

- Welcome to the crew, Murf.

- [coos, burps]

- Okay, let's plot a course, Zero.

- Where to?

- Um...

yeah, whew...

um...

yeah.

Man, there are a lot more stars

than I thought. - Let me guess:

you haven't thought that far ahead.

- I'll figure something out.

- Only this time...

he has help. [consoles beeping]

* *

- Did someone ask for help?

I am Hologram Janeway,

your training advisor

for exploring the greater galaxy.

On behalf of Starfleet,

welcome aboard.

How can I be of assistance?

- What is that?

- I have no idea.

* *

[eerie music]

[Watchers speaking indistinctly]

* *

- [chirps]

- [gasping]

[coughing]

Get... me...

my ship!

[dramatic music]

* *