All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E04 - Cui Bono

Status on the courier ship.

Dead in space.

Privateer is moving
into grappling position.

Check that...

Dozens of privateers moving in.

Damned pirates.

Where'd they all
come from, anyway?

This is the 11th courier-jacking
in three weeks.

You know, I think somebody
should tell these guys

It is rude to ransom
other people's mail for cash,

And I think it should be us.

Good idea.

Fire.

All right.

Enemy vessels destroyed.

It's always good
to send a message.

Captain, the courier has relayed

an official communique
addressed to you.

It's from CINC High Guard,
and it's marked "priority."

It's always "priority".

The courier ship
is transporting to Sinti

a candidate for election
to the second triumvir.

The High Guard is requesting
we assist with safe passage.

We just gave 'em that.

There is more information on
the passenger. Overhead screen.

No...

No!

You have got to be kidding.

I mean, half the universe
wants this guy dead,

and we're supposed to keep him safe?

Dylan this is an official
request from the Commonwealth.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, Beka.

Move us closer
to the courier ship

and bring her on board.

I want to get this
all out of the way

while the situation
is under control.

I can't believe you're
making me do this.

I expect business as usual.

Sid.

Rocket!

It's great to see you.

And Captain Hunt.

What a joy it is that you're
going to be working under me.

This is a beautiful ship.

Yep. Business as usual.

The universe is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight
to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt,

Captain of the
Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

So, let me get this straight.

The man we're taking to assume control
of the Commonwealth

is my beloved Uncle Sid...

Sid the murderer.

Sid the drug dealer.

Sid who dosed me with flash

and tried to kill me.

I am not any happier
than you are,

but our mission is simple.

We take Sid back home
to Golden Harvest,

he picks up a few things,
then we transit to Sinti for the election.

- And the election becomes a joke.
- Beka...

Okay, okay, we can handle this.

We pretend like
we never got the orders.

Or... or Sid has an accident.

Or Sid just never
makes it to Sinti.

Or we follow orders.

Maybe you weren't clear
on the whole "Sid tried to kill me" part.

I heard you fine.

So, you're going to hand over our
brand new baby Commonwealth to,

I can't stress this enough,
a drug-dealing murderer.

I'm not gonna hand
the Commonwealth over to anyone.

Sid still needs
to win the election.

And you think he's just going to sit back
and submit to the will of the people?

I don't trust him any more
than you do, Beka.

But this isn't a debate,
we have to follow orders.

I can't believe it.

Like playing taxi service
to my worst enemy

is somehow my problem.

Your uncle Sid is no saint,

but he's also no worse

than some of the other characters
we've struck alliances with.

Easy for you to say.

How would you feel

if Dylan proposed an alliance
with the Drago-Kazov,

the people who
murdered your family?

Oww.

Sometimes...

the situation requires that we
hold the hand of our enemy.

The difficult part

is not letting them see you while you use
the other hand to draw the knife.

Right?

You know, I have to admit

I've been following your career
with great interest.

The known worlds owe you
a debt of gratitude

not even I could afford.

I'm... flattered.

Rocket...

Don't call me that.

Oh, sorry. Old habits.

You know, I'm a little surprised
to see you here,

what with you
storming out on me.

Yeah. Me too.

Gretchen Rania,
Mr. Profit's chief of staff.

Your uncle talks
about you nonstop.

Yeah, well, I brought
him something else

he can wax nostalgic about.

Remember this walk
down memory lane?

I like to call it "Sid the drug dealer
admits to murder".

Catchy.

A little inelegant,
but I can handle that.

I'm a politician these days.

I'm sending a copy to every media outlet
on Sinti and Golden Harvest.

If I were you, I'd prepare
to withdraw my candidacy,

spend the rest of your life
in the private sector...

Maybe even a private cell.

You know, you had me
going there for a moment.

I thought you actually had something
that could damage me.

That bit of information was leaked
to the public months ago.

Once again, Mr. Profit
makes a wonderful noise.

No, I'm serious.

When my spin doctors were done,

your evidence was just another
highlight in my colorful career.

You know, I sort of think
it gives me a common touch,

people sort of like that.

Colorful rogue
now on the side of good.

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, concerning
my travel arrangements,

does the Andromeda auto-chef
dispense vegetarian meals,

or am I going to have to bring along
my own restaurant staff?

I trusted you
to behave professionally,

and you betrayed that trust.

Understood.

Beka, you know, I've never expected
military discipline from you,

but I do expect you to refrain
from cowboy behavior.

Understood.

Don't understand it.
Just fix it.

And how do I do that?

Apologize to him.

What? You can't be serious.

And even if I did,
which I won't,

what makes you think
he'd accept?

Because he already said
that he wants to see you,

and if you're wondering,
the answer is yes, that's an order.

Where is he now?

He's on Golden Harvest.

They went back to the planet
about an hour ago.

I told Gretchen that you'd bring them back
to the Andromeda when they are ready.

I don't suppose we could
make that dead or alive.

I heard that!

So I stood there
and I told her to apologize,

and all I could think
was "she's not wrong."

Hit me.

Meaning?

No matter how many
lepers he bathes

or orphans he clothes,

he's still every bit
as vicious as Beka says.

I'm good.

Mm-hmm...

You sure you're not cheating?

I don't need to.

Dylan, we're going
from chaos to culture.

It's inevitable
that some of the new leaders

are going to have
checkered pasts.

I've played
the "moral compromise

for the greater good"
game before,

but Sid seems like
one compromise too many.

Because it's personal.

Damn right, it's personal.
I'll have another one. Aw...

Bust.

Can we play a different game?

Sid, I'm sorry.

Sorry you're such
a miserable piece of...

Sid?

Sid, are you in there?

All right, Sid, you win.

Again.

Want to see me grovel?

Here I am.

Sid?

Come on, wake up.

Sid...

Skull fractures,
torn arteries, brain damage...

it's a mess in there.

Thank you
for responding so quickly.

Until we find out who did this,
he'll be safe here.

Gretchen, why don't you
go back to your quarters?

We'll keep you updated
on his condition.

It's okay.

If anyone can save him,
it's Trance.

Trance, can you save him?

Well, he's stabilized for now,

but it's still
too early to tell.

A millimeter to either side,
and that bullet would've killed him.

Do what you can.
If he dies on our watch,

that's one more blow
against the Commonwealth's credibility...

Not to mention my own.

You want me to lead the investigation
into Sid's shooting?

Mm-hmm.

I can't imagine a better
candidate for the job.

Well, imagine harder, because
I'm sure as hell not sorry

that Sid caught a bullet
to the head.

Hell, I'm probably
the prime suspect.

Ah, you know Sid
better than anybody else.

Hey, I notice you let the whole
"I'm probably the prime suspect"

thing slide by.

Notice harder.

I don't suppose I could
convince one of you

to arrange some
good news for a change.

Well, there is one little
nugget of happiness...

Mm-hmm...

...Sid got shot
on the planet.

Usually foreign dignitaries wait

until they're on board
to meet their violent deaths.

He's not dead,

just comatose while the medical
nanos repair the damage.

Which makes communicating
with him out of the question.

Well, that's not quite true,

is it?

Sid's data port.

We could hook him up
to the VR matrix

and communicate with him
in cyberspace,

that is of course provided
that the interface works

and the relevant parts
of Sid's brain are functioning.

We're going to find out.

Harper, let's go
talk to the guy.

I don't know, boss.

People aren't exactly
plug and play, you know?

This usually requires
voluntary thought.

One slip during the flight, and he
won't be asking for vegetarian meals,

he'll be a vegetarian meal.

We need to find out
who did this.

The only eyewitness

is lying in a coma
on my med deck.

Tyr Anasazi. I'm...

I know who you are,

and since we've never met,

I'll assume you haven't come
to share your innermost

thoughts and feelings
in this difficult time.

Correct.

Tyr, your reputation
precedes you.

You're cunning...

toughness...

fierce brutality...

and, I'm hoping, your avarice

are all things that could
serve you in good stead.

Mr. Profit's company maintains
a discretionary account

for occasions such as this.

You would mean a revenge fund,

a way for Mr. Profit
to exterminate his rivals

from beyond the grave, yes?

Significant, I assume?

Significant to the tune
of 15 million guilders.

Oh my.

Bring me the head
of the guilty party,

and collect the reward.
It's that simple.

Does that interest you?

There's a problem...

Profit's not dead.

He may as well be,

which is lucky
for Mr. Profit...

Not so lucky for those
who tried to kill him.

A revenge fund?

You'd be surprised at the number
of powerful figures

who keep them as a deterrent
to assassination.

Yes, but by no means
bulletproof.

No.

In any event, it's in our best
interest to act quickly.

I'm quite certain
I'm not the only fixer

Gretchen has contacted.

And we all know
where that leads.

Yes, and it's our job to make sure
it doesn't get there.

Meet Anton Awartnik.

CEO of Quantum Technologies,

and Sid's new partner.

Little computer hacking

revealed several recent
large cash payments

to a front company

for a well-known mercenary fund.

Motive, means, opportunity.

Funny how those things add up.

Tyr, what was that?

Quantum Technologies
headquarters was just destroyed

in a plasma eruption.

Initial scans indicate
no survivors.

Looks like our prime suspect
just been assassinated.

Sid's revenge fund
is fully operational.

Beka, get us back
to the Andromeda, fast.

The situation's more complicated
than we thought.

Comm traffic from the planet
indicates escalating violence,

approaching complete chaos.

There's a whole wave
of reprisals

against Sid's enemies,

and they're not
taking it quietly.

It's a city on fire down there.

The mercenaries are killing anyone
who looks like a payday.

Well, have no fear,
wonder Harper is here

with news guaranteed to turn
your frowns upside down...

Except maybe yours, Tyr.

Uncle Sid is jacked in
and happily ensconced

in his own personal corner
of the VR matrix.

- So the link is working?
- Please.

I've already played four hands
of Vedran whist, with the guy.

And you know what?
He cheats.

Unfortunately,
you're a little late, Harper.

Our entire most wanted list

is in the process
of wiping itself out.

I think I need to talk with Sid.

Maybe he can put a stop to this.

Dylan, wait.

Let me talk to him.

I know him, and more importantly,
I know when he's lying.

Yeah, like when
his lips are moving?

Please?

Okay.

But whatever's past between you
and Sid, it's just that, the past.

The present,
people are dying on Golden Harvest.

Go. We don't have
a lot of time.

All right, Sid.

Let's dance.

Oh, I wasn't expecting you.

I was prepared for something
more along the lines

of eternal reckoning.

Chains and hellfire,
that sort of thing.

Let's stick to business.

An army of freelance hit men

is killing anything that
moves on Golden Harvest

because you are offering
15 million guilders

for the head of your assassin.

I cannot believe

that's what you came
here to discuss.

What do you recall about the night
you were shot?

Honestly... nothing.

One moment I was
sitting at my desk,

and the next moment,
I'm playing whist with Mr. Harper...

who cheats, I might add.

That's it?

Well, memory is tricky,

Even without a head wound.

You, of all people,
should know that.

What one wants to believe

easily clouds the truth.

You're changing the topic.

Am I?

Why don't you play
a little experiment with me?

Tell me about your 10th birthday.

I'm not getting into my 10th...

No, no, no, no.

Your father had just come back
from Kalderash with...

Candied eggs.

Yes. Good. Go on.

He hid them all over the Maru

for me and my brother,
Rafe, to find.

They tasted a little funny,
but we didn't care,

because we hadn't seen him in--

Wa-wa-wait.

Let's stick with the eggs
for a minute.

They tasted funny

because I had injected them
with a vitamin solution

before I hid them.

Your father wasn't feeding
you and your brother properly.

That's not true.
My father fed us.

It is true.

And your father
spent that day in bed

sleeping off a flash binge.

Go to hell, Sid.

If there is one, that's probably
where I'll be headed...

barring negotiations, of course.

Look, I don't say these things
to hurt you.

You have to believe that.

But if they do hurt,
I know that, too.

Dylan, I'm receiving
a transmission from High Guard Command.

Message playback.

Captain Hunt.

Jack Fremont,
acting minister of war.

I'm looking at a message from you

indicating your reluctance

to transport
Sid Profit to Sinti.

Now, we all understand
your concerns,

and on behalf
of your superiors...

tough.

I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but your stock at HQ
ain't what it was.

You see, the Nietzschean Jaguars
are making trouble,

and the Persiads,

well, they're still mad
about that Hohne thing,

and don't even get me started
on the fish people.

The point is,

there's even talk of
transferring fleet command

to the Achilles

or the 12 Centuries.

What?

Now, I don't want
to see that happen,

and it's a real simple equation,

follow your orders. Period.

Fremont out.

So what do you think?

If this is rekindling
the light of civilization...

I miss the dark ages.

What does Sid want?

It's not like I'm a threat to him,

not anymore, anyway,

but it's like he still wants
sympathy or something,

from me, the one
person in the world

who knows exactly
what kind of man he really is.

For men like him,

it's never simply
about the power.

I imagine it's about...

Well, being loved
as well as feared.

That's what makes him
a good politician, I suppose.

He's got an entire galaxy
who thinks he's the greatest thing

since artificial gravity.

Why does he need me?

Perhaps because you're the one person
who knows what kind of man he is.

And, perhaps, in his own mind,

he believes what he says

and he needs you
to believe it as well.

Yes?

You wanted to see me?

How's Sid doing?

Getting better all the time, I'm told.

It really is a miracle.

Certainly is.

I want you
to call off your dogs.

I'm sure I don't know
what you mean.

Gretchen...

I may have spent three centuries
frozen in time,

but I didn't wake up stupid.

End this now.

Easy to say, harder to do.

Things like this have a way
of taking on lives of their own.

Well, in the meantime, we let an
entire city become a smoking ruin.

You know, here's your choice...

Cancel the revenge fund

or spend quality time
in my brig.

It's too late.

You see, that's the trouble
with people like you.

Always thinking you're above
the mess you made

and the people that you
left in that mess.

Golden Harvest
is no longer my concern.

Once the election is...

No, no, no.

I don't think you heard me.

You aren't going to make it
to the election.

Hello, Sid.

Oh, well, Captain Hunt.

I was expecting Beka,
but no, it's you.

Well, I guess I must be moving
up the ladder.

You know, the attempt
on your life

seems to be working out
pretty well for you,

I mean, all things considered.

Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't
been keeping up on current events.

Well, then, here's a summary.

While you make
a speedy recovery,

your rivals are going down
one by one,

thanks to your little
revenge fund.

Pretty soon,
you won't have any rivals left.

You'll end up second triumvir by default.

That's not a bad day's work
for a guy in a coma.

I guess I should have been
shot in the head years ago.

That's funny,
because that's what Beka says.

Oh, well, Beka says
a lot of things.

Sid,

you tried to kill her.

I thought she was trying
to blackmail me.

I was wrong.

Mind you,
I was surprised I was wrong,

but nonetheless, I was wrong.

It happens in business.

And the Commonwealth,
I suppose that's just business, too.

In the new Commonwealth,
they're going to need men like me

just as much as they need you.

Now, I'm no saint,

but it'll be easy
to be a saint in paradise.

You lost me at the "Commonwealth
needs men like you."

I have double-crossed, blackmailed,
back stabbed, and lied gloriously

to create this paradise,

however, I've also created
a mess in the process,

and that's where you come in.

I'm going to need you
on clean-up.

I don't come in anywhere,

and the mess that you've made,
well, I'm sorry Sid,

but you're the one who's going
to have to clean it up.

You were good to me, Sid.

Something's not right.

Sid's vital signs
just flatlined.

Gretchen is with him.

Seal the deck.

Get Trance and Tyr down there
and get me out of here.

Oh, thank God you're here.
One minute...

I don't want to hear it.

Trance.

Stabilized for now.

Put her in the brig.

You do not have any
authority over me, captain.

As a matter of fact, I do.

I know what you're thinking.

I kill the boss, then use
his revenge fund

to start an assassination
campaign against his rivals,

and in the end, the last
one standing is me.

Well, that's not
how it is at all.

Tyr.

What did Sid do to her
to justify mass murder?

My guess is he treated her
like the daughter he never had.

She was just doing
what he taught her to do.

She saw an opening and took it.

None of this was personal.

So the assassination
attempt on Sid,

she didn't plan it?

Didn't have a thing
to do with it.

She just tried
to close the deal.

If she didn't,
someone else would.

So someone else is the killer?

And whoever it is
is still out there.

I am completely out
of patience and time.

I'm convinced

taking him to Sinti
for a coronation

is a big mistake.

Coronation? The man hasn't even
been elected yet.

The universe has a sick
sense of humor, Rommie.

I mean,

is this what I've
invested my blood in?

Rebuilding the Commonwealth

so I can hand the reins over
to someone like Sid?

I'd rather just throw
him to the Magog.

You could probably
get away with that.

If only that were true.

Well, Dylan, it seems the solution
to your problem is pretty simple.

Really?

Do your job.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

By the way, Trance has reported that Sid's
condition is improving.

Hmm...

I want a complete
information blackout

on his status.

We'll be safer from
the real assassin that way.

Okay, and you may
also wish to know

that Sid has reasserted
his consciousness

in my VR matrix.

He is awake.

Good.

I want to talk to him.

He's already asked
to speak to someone else.

Oh.

Rocket.

I told you not to call me that.

Yes, well,

hopefully, there'll be
other opportunities

for you to tell me that.

You sound scared, Sid.

Really? Well, so do you.

Look, can we dispense
with these pleasantries?

I have said hello,

you have invited me to go to hell,
and can we just get down to business?

So this is about business?

I have had a breakthrough,
a memory.

You saw who did it?

Close.

Andromeda,
play file "Alpha Profit,"

Full resolution.

I'm telling you, your niece
is a liability waiting to happen.

All the spin doctors
in the universe

are no match for one
determined spoiler.

Beka's not a spoiler.

She's an angry kid
who needs to blame somebody

for her father's troubles

and I'm elected,
besides, I'm family.

Does the phrase, "unreliable narrator"
mean anything to you?

Does the phrase,
"incurable cynic"

mean anything to you?

Listen, if she blows this...

She's not going to blow it!

Now go and get yourself packed.
We're leaving in an hour.

Very good.

Good evening, Mr. Profit.

You have one
communication waiting.

Shall I play it for you?

Caller information, please.

Caylor Ragatz.

Ragatz,

your main rival.

Way too easy,

and besides, we ran a check
of your communication system.

Your inbox was empty.

It was auto deleted.

I delete all his messages.

He never has anything
nice to say to me.

Why are you telling me
all of this?

Why not tell Dylan?

Rocket, I am trying
to show concern for you,

and please
don't take this wrong,

affection.

You don't want me to go.

Caylor Ragatz
is a dangerous man.

Do you understand that?

He will kill you

Just because
you're important to me.

Your concern
just breaks my heart.

Better mine than yours.

Sid, save the crocodile tears
for someone who gives a damn.

Sid wasn't exaggerating.

Ragatz isn't exactly
the president

of the Golden Harvest Glee Club.

We may be walking
into an ambush.

That's why I always assume
I'm walking into an ambush.

It prevents
unpleasant surprises.

Either way,

Golden Harvest is an armed
camp these days.

Getting into Ragatz's headquarters
will not be easy.

I'm gonna look
on the bright side.

There's a bright side?

Oh, yeah. Getting in is going to be
a lot easier than getting out.

I told you people I wanted...

quiet.

I would think very carefully
about where to put my hands

if I were you.

Now place your gun on the desk.

My security...

Oh, your security's having
a very bad night.

You're on your own
and you're coming with us.

With you?

You mean you're
not here to kill me

for the revenge fund?

Nope.

But this is about Profit?

Got it in one.

Get out of my office.

You know what?

I think I could use
that money after all,

because I could do
a hell of a lot

with 15 million guilders.

Dylan, no.

Head wounds are so messy.
Shoot him in the chest.

- Okay.
- Okay, okay, okay.

If you want to arrest somebody,
start with Profit.

The hit was a fake.

Profit ordered it

on himself.

Oh, so Sid shot
himself in the head

Just to start a war.

Wouldn't hurt his election
chances, either.

I want evidence,

documentation.

What, you don't believe me?

No.

I want to nail Sid to the wall.

You're coming with us.

Tyr, get ready for a hot evac.

Beka, Dylan, what's happening?

Beka, only one way out.
Come on.

Get them!

Back off, we let you live.

Should have backed off.

Amateurs.

It's never easy.

No.

He's guilty as sin.

We have all the reason we need
to shoot Sid out an air lock

and do the universe a favor.

Based on no hard evidence,

just the claim of a dead man

who gave us a confession
under extreme duress.

You know I'm right.
You can feel it in your gut.

Commonwealth we've built
is worth anything,

we have to trust it
to do what's right.

We have to have faith
in somebody other than us.

And if that faith is misplaced?

Well, then, we have bigger problems
than your Uncle Sid.

What should I do, Dad?

What should I do?

It's funny.

You and Sid built
this ship together,

and looking around,

I can see little touches
of both of you everywhere.

You designed the bar,

Sid installed
the weapons locker...

And now being here,

it's like having a little angel

and a little devil
sitting on each shoulder.

Give me a sign, dad.

What would you do?

Where's Sid?

He woke up.

He needed to stretch his legs
so he went for a walk.

He'll be back.

Dylan, you have to know that I'm trying
to do the right thing here.

I need to finish
things with Sid.

Dylan, the Maru is leaving Hangar 16.

Damn it.

Beka, wait.
He can't steal your ship.

He knows the codes.

Then he can steal your ship.

I want the truth,

and if I don't like what I hear,

you're going to know it fast.

You didn't take my advice
about Ragatz, now, did you?

You went to see him
and nearly got yourself killed.

I'm fine, but before
he was killed...

He said that the assassination
was a fake

and you believed him.

Of course.

Well, that's smart,
because it's true.

You started a war
to win an election.

Look, I know
what you think of me.

I know you think of me
as being a monster,

but in my world,
I'm the good guy.

I'm the white knight.

The white knight?

You strapped me down.

You poured flash in my eyes.

You tried to kill me, Sid.

Look, I'm not going
to insult you by offering an excuse.

I mean, in the grand
scheme of things,

my personal history
is positively banal.

Banal?

Tell that to my father.

Tell my father that making him
a criminal and an addict was banal.

I'd love for you
to tell him that,

but you can't because he's dead.

I didn't make your father
a criminal, he did.

I didn't make him
an addict, he did.

I didn't take away
everything he owned,

he gave it away,

and none of that is banal,
it's sad.

It's deeply sad,

because I know one little girl
who deserved better.

You cut him off, Sid.

You cut him off
when he needed you the most.

But I didn't cut
you off, Rocket.

You have this ship because
I kept the debtors off your back.

It was your home.

You needed it.

It was my gift to you
because you're family.

In that case...

You can keep it.

Andromeda Ascendant,
this is the Eureka Maru.

Mayday, mayday.

We've got incoming bogeys

and I don't think they're after
Sid's autograph.

They'll be at least 20 minutes.
We're on our own.

You know, Rocket,
I'm not worried.

You're the best pilot there is,

and those troglodytes,
they don't have a chance.

Except the one thing.

They don't want
to blow up the Maru,

They want to board her.

Know how to use this?

Sure.

It's like riding a bicycle.

Looking for me?

You idiots.

Don't you know you can't collect
the fund unless I'm dead?

The Maru is dead in space
and under siege.

Calculate time to intercept.

We'll be within weapons range
in just under three minutes.

That's a lot of time to die.

Or to win.

Nice shot, Beks.

Oh, man, that hurt.

I'm too old for this.

- We are within weapons range.
- What have we got?

One fighter-transport clamped
to the Maru's hull, another flying cap.

Target the escort ship
and destroy it.

Tyr, get a lancer pod ready.

We're going over there.

Rocket, stay down.

You know, it's funny, you may
be the one who gets the revenge fund.

You saved my life.

Yeah?

Well, I owed you one.

Oh, gee, look, it's the cavalry.

Is he all right?

He's going to be fine.

I can't believe it.

Sid lost.

Well, I made sure that the electors knew
everything that they needed to know.

- Huh?
- I put surveillance equipment

on the Maru,
recorder Sid's every word.

- You what?
- We'll talk about that later.

It's funny how a little truth
can change your mind about someone.

You know, all in all,
I'm not that disappointed.

I have survived
two attempts on my life,

my enemies are dead,

and I'm not enslaved
to a political office.

I am in a better position
than when we started.

We both are.

I think a man
needs to follow his destiny.

Yours is this ship,

and mine is business,

and business...

is good.

Rocket?

Don't...

Make it quick.

I hope you're going to
give me a chance

to show that I'm not
the man you think I am.

What you said on the Maru
about my dad,

is that true?

I wish it weren't,
more than anything.

Yeah...

I guess I feel the same way.

Your father
wasn't a perfect man,

but he loved you...

and so do I.

Well, how's that for the truth?

Truth's a bitch.

I used to think
I could feel him here,

my father.

I used to think that maybe

his ghost lived
in these walls...

He was watching over me,

protecting me,

but it's not true.

My father is gone...

and no amount of wishing from
a little girl with a broken heart

make that untrue.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe there is no ghost

living in the walls
of this ship.

Your father isn't gone.

His ghost is still
very much with you.

That ghost lives here...

And he always will, as long as you
accept him for the man he was...

and forgive him for being
as flawed as the rest of us.

Your father isn't gone.

He's still here.