All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E10 - The Unconquerable Man

Dead man walking.

Dead man walking.

Walking the mile, walking the mile.

For your consideration, boss,
one corpse.

Gaheris Rhade.

Aside from the hole in the chest
and a little bit of freezer burn,

and the fact that he's kind of creepy,
he's in pretty good shape.

Given that he's been stored down here
for almost three years.

Good.

The Rhade family
may want to view the body

before they bury him.

I've got to hand it to you, boss.

You're quite a boy scout.

Well, I don't know that I'd be handing
over his cadaver so quick

for a hero's burial.

I mean, this is the guy
that tried to kill you, right?

- Strange.
- What?

Us standing here over a dead
Nietzschean on ice?

Yeah, it's strange,
but it's also kind of nice, isn't it?

No, no, it's the...

scar.

I don't remember it.

Huh.

Well, maybe
you never noticed it before.

Dylan, Admiral Telemachus
Rhade and the Tarazed delegation

are now in approach for landing.

Acknowledged. Tell them that I will...

Andromeda, I've found
the tesseract machine.

I'm about to destroy it.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Beka, who the hell is this?

I'm Trance,

and I've come here to tell you
that if you destroy this machine,

your mission

and all that you have done
to further it

will have been for nothing.

I think you should listen to her.

I've got a man about to die

and a ship tearing itself apart

because of this machine.

Do better.

Then remember.

Remember why this happened,

how you got here.

I'm detecting
over 10,000 enemy vessels.

What?

500 are already
within combat radius.

All of them appear to be
of Nietzschean design.

10,000 ships?

It must've taken years
to gather a force this big.

Sir, I recommend
we deploy nova bombs.

This system is inhabited.

I will not use strategic weapons

no matter how many ships
we're up against.

As you wish.

Given the circumstances,

I should be confined to the brig

along with other Nietzscheans
in the crew.

Are you telling me I can't trust you?

I'm saying you can't afford
to take any chances.

Rotate ship to comm...

Commander?

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.

What have you done?

I tried to warn him.

So did I,

but your sabotage
proved quite effective.

Unfortunately, for you,
it had another effect.

The black hole.

Approaching the event horizon in three,

two,

one...

Andromeda, report.

You may not like what I've done...

What you've done is betray your oath
and murder your captain.

I am the senior officer aboard
and you're my AI.

You've seized this ship
without authorization.

I refuse to acknowledge
your commands.

Report or be erased.

I'm in command.

Fine, commander.

We're on an escape trajectory
from the black hole's gravity well,

but there's no sign of the Nietzschean
fleet or our escape pods,

and we've experienced
more severe time dilations

from the black hole than anticipated.

How severe?

We were trapped
for over 300 years...

And by the way,

we're being boarded.

It looks like
some sort of rag-tag team

under the command of that nightsider.

Four of them are not a threat.

Not even the Magog?

He looks like a monk.

He and his friends,
we'll interrogate later.

The rest, we eliminate.

What about the Nietzschean?

I'll deal with him.

You've certainly got your hands full.

Look, I'll make you a deal.

If our boarders
are from the Commonwealth,

I'll surrender.

And if the Nietzscheans won the war?

Then I'll give you a choice.

Then you know what my answer will be.

All right.

Wandering all alone
on a High Guard starship.

You're a brave little man.

We saw her first.

Open salvage. Finders keepers.

Salvage.

The Commonwealth sent you?

Commonwealth?

Wait a minute.

You're with the original crew, right?

You got stuck in time, didn't you?

Oh, man,
I've got news for you, pal.

There is no Commonwealth.

There hasn't been a Commonwealth
for over 300 years.

Then this is a Nietzschean empire.

Nietzschean empire?

Please, stop. You're killing me.

Stop it! You're killing me.

Brexos,

link up with Varastaya on Deck Four

and fall back to Cargo Bay Three.

We'll regroup and...

Brexos?

Brexos!

Your friends won't answer you.

They're dead,

the Nightsider, too.

Friends?

What would make you think
they were my friends?

Well done.

Maybe not everyone here
is inferior after all.

If you were going to kill me,
you'd have done so already.

Let's have a look at you.

I kept you alive because
you'll help me save the universe.

Mission log, day 62.

While the crew of the Eureka Maru

lack military discipline,

recruiting them has worked out
better than I expected.

Okay, so after a mountain of work,

a few trips into the VR matrix,

and countless mind-numbing detours

into the ins and outs of game theory,

finally, I just threw the book out
and downloaded the whole damn thing.

Add a little artificial intelligence,

and... I've finally cooked up

that go partner for you, chief.

Show me.

Okay.

Hey, Gaheris.

Up for a game today?

Huh?

You give me a corpse
from down in deep freeze

and I give you a worthy Go partner

with all the knowledge and memories
I could dig up or extrapolate.

You're kind of creepy,
you know that?

If you ask me,

which you didn't,

so here you go.

For a man who killed
his captain and best friend

without saying a word,

you certainly seem reluctant
to let him go.

I did what I had to do.

For what?

For the Commonwealth?

The glory of the Nietzschean people?

Look around you, commander.

You killed him for nothing.

Prepare to enter slipstream.

Look out!

What the hell have you people
done to my ship?

We're in the Witchhead nebula.

According to the Maru's
historical records,

it's the site
of the last major battle

between the High Guard
and the Nietzschean alliance.

Both sides battled it out
to mutual annihilation,

leaving a power vacuum

that paved the way
for three centuries of chaos.

Interesting, but irrelevant.

Have Beka head
to the nearest slippoint.

We'll leave as soon
as repairs are complete.

I'm detecting another ship
in the nebula.

It's one of ours,

the Renewed Valor.

Yezgar's ship...

in our time frame.

That's impossible.

Impossible though it may be,
she's hailing us.

Maintain radio silence.

You may wish to reconsider

when you see the message
she's transmitting.

Admiral Stark has ordered
every remaining High Guard ship

to assemble here.

In two days, we're heading
straight for Fountainhead

to take out
the Nietzschean homeworld.

They're not in our time frame,

we're in theirs.

Somehow, we've gone back in time.

To less than 48 hours
before the battle of Witchhead,

and we're stuck
right in the middle of it.

Our course of action is obvious,

help the Nietzscheans,

restore the universe to order.

So everyone can live
under Nietzschean jackboots

for the next 300 years?
No offense, captain.

What you're both forgetting is that
it may not matter what we do.

Some theories of time travel

assert that there is one fixed timeline,

which once fixed
can never be changed.

A man makes his own fate.

Well, even if history
is endlessly mutable,

there's no guarantee
that our actions,

whatever they may be,
won't make matters worse.

Speculating on physics is pointless.

Our own actions
are all we can control.

Indeed,

and our next action
will be to leave Witchhead

and return to our own time...

immediately.

All systems are back on-line

even without Harper's help.

Beka and Trance think
they can retrace her route

and return us
to our point of origin.

We're ready to go.

Finally.

Prepare for slipstream,

but first, send a message
to the Renewed Valour.

Tell her her orders have changed.

She is to follow us into slipstream

to a new rally point.

Are you asking me to lie
to fellow High Guard officers?

I'm asking you
to save their lives.

One more ship here
won't make a difference,

but in the future...

Dylan and Yezgar were close.

Difficult questions will be asked.

Is that what you want?

What I want

is to make sure no more of
my friends die in vain.

The Renewed Valor
is setting a new course.

Congratulations, captain.

It looks like they bought it.

Wait, a new slipstream event.

On screen.

Hundreds of Nietzschean ships
are targeting the Valor.

Set a course to intercept.

Another dead friend...

There's more.

The Maru's historical records

indicate a fleet
of 500 Nietzschean ships

fought at Witchhead.

I'm detecting over 1,500
Nietzschean ships in the nebula.

With a fleet this size...

The High Guard
doesn't stand a chance.

Pondering your next move?

Ponder faster. I'm getting bored.

I think Harper built you too well.

You're agonizing over a moral choice

which you know is obvious.

You know about the Nietzschean fleet?

You're a hell of a Go player, Gaheris,

but you're not much of a strategist.

Well, then, enlighten me.

You think saving the Nietzscheans

might mean less chaos
and fewer deaths in the long run,

but you're wrong.

The Nietzscheans' problem
was never the size of their fleets.

A bigger armada

just means more blood, more death,
and more destruction

when they inevitably
turn on one another.

You have the means to prevent that.

Harper can build it for you.

You just have to decide to use it.

You're advising me
to massacre my own people.

I'm not advising you to do anything.

I'm just playing a game.

It's your move.

Look, an AP fusion catalyst isn't
exactly a precise weapon, you know.

It's not going to work with the fleet
scattered halfway across the nebula.

Unless you can get them all
to line up nicely to be incinerated.

I'll see what I can do.

What?

You're serious?

Just get the catalyst working.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

The Nietzschean fleet
has moved within range.

Commence the attack.

Catalyst on standby.

Nietzschean ships are in position.

Gaheris?

Captain?

Captain.

Engage.

Beka, best speed
to the nearest slip point.

Get us out of here.

You wanted something?

Only to ask you how it must feel
to go down in history

as the greatest butcher
of the Nietzschean people

that ever lived.

Who could have ever guessed

that the angel of death

that struck down
the Nietzschean alliance

was one of our own?

It's funny how things work out.

You find betraying our people,
all our people...

funny?

Our people.

Our people were meant
to be living gods,

warrior poets who roamed the stars

bringing civilization.

Not cowards and bullies
who prey on the weak

and kill each other for sport.

I never imagined
they'd prove themselves so...

inferior.

I didn't betray our people.

They betrayed themselves.

You know this better than anyone.

Mission log,

day 401.

To date, my efforts to restore order
to the known worlds

have returned
less-than-optimal results.

Oh, less-than-optimal?

You've always had
a way with words, Gaheris.

Are you saying I talk too much?

Maybe so, but I still win.

At least you're honest with yourself.

Of course I am.

The only way for a Nietzschean
to improve himself

is to engage
in continual self-assessment.

For example?

The Magog threat, for one.

They're worlds, 20 of them,

joined into some kind of structure.

Those worlds, they're hollow,
and they're full of Magog,

trillions of them.

One would think that would be enough

to convince the doubters

that they need a strong
organized central government

with an adequate military.

I see.

It's all about politics.

Everything's about politics.

Everything?

Friends? Family?

Everything.

Besides,

what's left of my family
is hardly worth mentioning.

Ah, your pride.

The entire Nietzschean race.

You will need them, you know.

You can't expect to impose civilization

on the known worlds without their support.

They've offered.

I said no.

Of course you did.

It's because you don't trust them.

I trust them to be Nietzscheans,

and Bolivar hasn't disappointed me.

He's blackmailing the leaders
of potential member worlds,

making them reluctant to sign on.

Nietzscheans used to say we act

out of enlightened self-interest.

The problem with Bolivar and his ilk

is that they've forgotten
the most important word...

enlightened.

And yet, you let Tyr stay here

where he can do you
the most harm.

You know the old saying.

"Keep your friends close.

Keep your enemies
under constant surveillance."

How constant?

Tyr stole the bones of Drago Musevini

from the Drago-Kazov.

Yes, and stowed them
in Storage Area 15.

The Dragons are still trying
to get them back.

He caught you
with your pants down.

No, Tyr is a Nietzschean and a Kodiak.

I find his actions utterly predictable.

Well, if you keep the bones here,

you might as well paint
a target on this ship.

There is already a target on this ship,

and Tyr's holding the gun.

Then you'll have to deal with him.

And I mean to.

You wanted to see me?

I think you know what this is about.

Tyr.

I don't know, Gaheris.

You think the timing is wrong?

No.

This.

This is wrong.

This is not what I signed on for.

Things are not
what I thought they'd be,

things I can't get out of my head.

Things I can't tell myself are okay.

Like what?

Like Acheron...

when I took off
after that stray cargo ship.

It's time.

I figured.

I've enjoyed talking to you, Beka.

I won't insult you
by asking for your surrender.

If you want, I can relay
any last messages you have

for your friends or family.

Is there anything that
you'd like to say to them?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

She was trying to kill you.

You didn't have a choice.

That's exactly the problem.

I guess what
I'm trying to tell you is...

I can't do this anymore.

You're leaving?

I need to go someplace
I can clear my head...

someplace that isn't here.

I understand.

Do you?

I learned the hard way.

You shouldn't cling to things
you can't change.

See you around the universe.

Come on.

Don't think of it
as losing a girlfriend.

Think of it as opening up a spot

on your dance-card flexi.

Besides, you've always
got me and Trance.

You think Beka and Rev
will be all right on their own?

Please. No offense,
Mr. Self-involved,

but they were okay
before we met you.

I think it's a pretty good bet
they'll be okay now.

So what's your excuse?

Well, what, are you kidding?

Uh...

The only shot I've got
at evicting my little tenants

is right here.

Besides, you're
the only guy I know

who hates Nietzscheans
more than I do.

Captain, it's Tyr.

He's making his move.

Lights.

The gravity beneath your feet
is strong enough to hold an Umbrite.

You're going nowhere.

On that hand...

you'll always have a scar.

I'm sorry.

You can't win every game.

Maybe not.

That doesn't mean
you simply admit defeat.

Well, there's admitting defeat and
then there's accepting the inevitable.

You've been losing a lot
in the last month.

If I didn't know better...

Nothing's changed.

Things have changed.

Tyr, Beka, Rev Bem,

and now you've started to lose worlds.

You can lead a Nightsider to water,

but you can't make him spawn,

and I've got all the crew I need.

That may not be true
for very long, captain.

Harper's Magog eggs are hatching.

He's calm right now,
but he has one request.

He's convinced the Perseids
have something that can help him.

We're going to Sinti.

So you want to remove the larvae

by folding space?

Alice Strings and tesseracts...

astounding.

If we can work out the specifics
of this technology,

we should be able to literally
mold space and time to our will.

Yeah, that's the general idea.

Uh, frankly, though, I'll be happy

if we can just extract
my unwanted guests.

I came as soon as I heard.

Harper's like your family,

and if there's one thing
a Nietzschean understands, it's loyalty.

I miss you, Beka.

Gaheris...

Please don't think
this means I plan to stay.

It doesn't matter if you stay.

You're here right now.

I think about you...

a lot,

but this thing between us...

it can't work.

Hmm.

Story of my life.

Thompson! Stam!

Thompson?

Stam?

Captain?

What are you doing here?

This isn't Deck 10.

Deck 19.

One minute you were on Deck Nine,

the next, you were 200 meters away.

I saw our crew...

our original crew...

on the ship.

Tell me you've got it all figured out.

Not all, but we've made
a good start.

Observe.

You want to add a photonic resonator?

We need it to maintain
absolute control of the string rotations.

Uh-huh,

because otherwise, we'll end up
playing Alice String roulette

in the key of F.

This may actually work.

I must say,

two years ago,
if you'd have told me

that someday I'd develop
a cutting-edge application

of string theory

with a human from Earth,

I'd think it as likely
as a Beryllium meteor shower.

All right, all right.
Look, the two of you,

at least pretend you're not
having so much fun, okay?

Remember, my life is hanging
by a thread here.

Andromeda, Harper, on screen.

Talk to me.

What is this?

Hey. Well, as far as the chinheads
and I can figure,

the present weirdness we're experiencing

is a tiny little...

unintentional side effect
of the tesseract machine.

Fine. Fix it.

I wish I could, captain, believe me,

but I don't think we can.

See, the effects seem to
sort of be coming

from the future,

because the machine
isn't exactly finished yet

and it's building itself

Then make it stop. Rhade out.

Oh, dear.
This is all my fault.

I never imagined
the tesseract machine's side effects

were this disruptive.

I just wish I knew
what we did wrong.

Not did, will do.

These events are emanating
from the future.

Yeah.

Oh, dear.

I wish you'd stop saying that.

Let me guess,

cut-and-paste ship.

Try cut-and-paste universe.

Time and space are coming apart
at the seams,

and the effects are not
confined to this ship.

I'm getting reports
of tesseract effects from Sinti

and if we can't stop them,
they'll tear the planet apart.

The Perseids are the one ally you've been
able to count on since day one.

You can't let that happen.

Gaheris?

I know I'm not
your favorite person right now,

but did you really have to sic
the entire Kalderan army on me?

Beka! What the hell?

I've got to go. They...

What the...

Trance.
You'll never guess who I just met.

A scary futuristic version of yourself?

She went that way.

Behind you!

Trance?

Beka.

I forgot how beautiful you were.

Uh, thanks.

You're me from the future.

More or less.

Did everything turn out
the way it was supposed to?

No. Things are bad
and they're getting worse.

I made a lot of mistakes.

So are we going to lose?

At best, we are not going to win.

You know what we have to do.

Is it the only way?

There is one
perfect possible future,

but I have not seen it yet.

Um, could someone provide me

with a translation, please?

Beka, I have to go,

but don't worry,
I'm not really leaving,

I'm just... changing.

Everything will be okay.
You'll see.

Andromeda, I've found
the tesseract machine.

I'm about to destroy it.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Beka, who the hell is this?

I'm Trance,

and I have come here to tell you
that if you destroy that machine,

your mission and everything
you have done to further it,

will have been for nothing.

Your mission is failing, captain.

I've had some setbacks, it's true,

but I don't believe in failure.

That is why we thought
you were the one,

the one to restore the Commonwealth,

forge civilization
where anarchy once ruled,

lead our armies
into the battle to come.

But you don't believe that anymore.

No.

I have seen the future, captain.

I've lived it.

I know what happens.

Your life can still mean something.

You still have contributions to make,

but you are not the one.

Then who is?

I think you know who.

Dylan?

Right here, right now,

you have
a very unique opportunity.

To reshape the entire universe

according to your own will,

and this opportunity is never
going to come to you again.

You can't know that.

I can still do this.

I can still rebuild
what I helped to destroy.

With no friends?

No allies?

Even as we speak,
Harper and the Perseids are on their way

to the machine shop,
and one of them is not going to make it.

Hang on.

Don't. No, don't.
Rhade will kill me.

Come on. No, don't!

Andromeda, status of Harper
and the Perseids.

In the slipstream core.

Harper and Rekeeb are safe,

but Chief Technical Director
Hohne has fallen to his death.

Understood.

Are you doing this?

No.

It's just the universe.

It is what it is.

You are the only one
who can change that.

No pressure.

Captain, more reports from Sinti.

The planet's crust is literally crumbling
apart from the tesseract effects.

The Perseids have begun
a massive evacuation,

but I doubt they can finish it in time.

Trust me, captain, please.

Let me help you create the future
that you wished for

when you killed your best friend.

Let me help you save him.

I don't suppose you...

any witty,
but only marginally helpful,

Bon Motsto offer.

No.

I wish I did.

Me too.

But Gaheris,
I have to tell you...

It's too weird not to be true,

and the situation is too desperate
for you not to try.

You said you wanted to fix
what you helped destroy.

I guess what you have to
ask yourself

is how badly do you want that.

Badly enough to kill for?

- Badly enough?
- Badly enough.

History will judge me a traitor
for what I'm about to do,

but if he fails...

if Dylan fails...

Imagine how they'll judge him.

With silence.

See you around the universe.

Are we...

Yes.

Hephaistos,

on a parabolic mission
towards the black hole.

It's the eve
of the Nietzschean uprising.

I remember...

But so much has happened.

There's so much
for him to understand...

so much for him to know.

Make sure that he does.

It's up to you now.

Commander!

Rotate ship to comp...

Commander?

Rhade!

I tried to warn you.

What are you doing?

Ensuring the survival of my people.

The Commonwealth is weak.

It bargains with its enemies.

It compromises.

My people are engineered
to be perfect,

and the Commonwealth
is no place for the strong.

You have sown the wind.

You shall reap the whirlwind.

You know
what your problem is, Rhade?

You talk too much.

Give up.

You can't win.

I told you before...

Pessimism is not a survival trait.

Time dilation is increasing.

Gaheris, what have you done?

I'm proud of you.

You should be.

In the hanger deck.

Weird.

I almost feel like I know the guy.

Must be the cryofumes
getting in my head, huh?

Maybe.

I tell you what, though.

It's a good thing for him
I didn't know him.

Anybody who'd try to kill
his own best friend,

good riddance!

It's not that simple.

It was never about me.

The truth is I'll never know why
Gaheris did what he did,

but I'd like to think
that he had the best intentions.

Yeah? Well, good intentions, hell,

you draw the map.

He got what he deserved.

That's not for you or me to judge.

All I know is...

every man
is the hero of his own story...

even Gaheris Rhade.