All language subtitles for Seaquest DSV S02E14 Dream Weaver

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The Triangulum galaxy.

Three hundred billion planets,
each one a thousand times
larger than Earth.

A mass of more than fifty
thousand light-years
from end to end.

And yet surprisingly enough,

not a single,
decent place to eat.

It must be weird,

being an astronomer and
not being able to see.

Oh, I don't know.

What do you see when you
look up at the sky at night?

The moon. Stars.

Tiny little dots,
far, far away.

Our eyes drawn to the twinkle
of a hundred billion galaxies.

Giving life to illusion,
illusion to life.

Something upon which
to hang our hopes.

So why do you
have a telescope?

It came with the place.

Show me something else.

I don't see anything.

You will.

Wow!

That was cool!

Is this a bad time,
Professor?

Scott.

My friend and I were
just admiring your comet.

New research assistant,
professor?

Oh, come on, Commander,

you know I put the education
of our youth ahead of my
own pathetic needs

for love and understanding.

We envy your sacrifice,
Tobias.

And now, if you'll extend
that courtesy to Lucas,
we could uplink your trackers.

We've got a comet
to recover, remember?

You're right.

Hey, Lucas, when the Commander
picks a name for his comet,

make sure he goes
with something folksy.

None of that
Alpha Bravo numbers crap.

He's been pushing
"Wolenczak's
Comet" all morning.

Hey! Hey, come on,
that's folksy.

Hey, listen, if that thing
burns itself out before

I've had a chance to study it,
I'm calling it quits.

The energy it's packing,
it could be my ticket out
of our solar system.

You're sure there's something
out there worth your time?

Well, I'm sure I'm not gonna
find out till I get out there
and take a look.

You're pretty casual
about interstellar travel,
aren't you?

On the contrary, Captain,

I find the idea fascinating.

It's just that, to date,

nothing's ever fallen
out of the sky that's
done anything

but remind us
how vulnerable we are.

I'm on-line, professor.

The comet just passed through
the Kuiper belt.
She's wet in 16 minutes.

She's flying!

Lieutenant Brody?

Status report.

Recovery team
prepped and ready, sir.

Science personnel call
for recovery operation.

Commander,
this stuff is amazing.

Hydrogen particles,
remnant radiation,

absolute matter,
just a few seconds old.

I mean, if these
readings are correct,

that comet has traversed
the entire known universe
in less than six weeks.

That's billions
of light-years
from end to end.

Nothing moves that fast.

Dominant absolute
matter does.

Absolute matter
is a theory,
it doesn't exist.

I mean, if it did,

anyone could travel
between galaxies
in the blink of an eye.

What do you think
of my comet now, Tobias?

I think you better
keep an eye on it.

Lieutenant.
What's wrong?

I can't get to it, sir.

This thing's going up
like a giant Bromo.

I don't know how much more
of this heat I can take.

You able to recover anything?

No, sir, nothing.
She's gone.

We've got every
available unit in the area
sweeping the perimeter.

Unfortunately,
telemetry readings aren't
holding out much hope.

Surface temperatures have
even returned to normal.

It's like it
never happened.

Scott, it was a comet.

It fell to Earth,
it broke apart.
That's what comets do.

Yeah. Well, interstellar
travel just slipped
through my fingers.

If I don't find a way
to travel outside our galaxy,

I'm gonna lose my
funding to this guy.

Hey, I lent you
my boat, didn't I?

Look, Tobias,
if I didn't know you better,

I'd swear that you were
glad this thing broke apart.

I'm glad no one got hurt.

Whenever you go up
against the forces of nature

and get out with your hide
intact, why you thank your
lucky stars.

You thank them.

If you ask me,
I got ripped off.

Scott,

you've been to Mars and back.

Do you know how many
people went with you?

Everyone from
Leonardo Da Vinci
to the Wright brothers

was strapped inside
that tin can right
alongside you.

When our time comes,
your contributions
will be there, too.

Well, I don't plan on being
there in spirit, Tobias.

I plan on being
there in person.

Professor, thanks again
for the use of your trackers.

Anytime, Nathan.

Kind of embarrassing
falling on your face

in front of the man
who taught you everything.

Sorry, Commander. We had six
hours out there, and we're
just pulling up water.

There's a cold front
stirring things up.

Even if there were something
to find, by now it's been
blown miles from here.

Thanks for trying.

You can call
the rest in, Jonathan.

Aye, sir.

Seacraft,
Alpha and Bravo,
mission one is scrapped.

Return to base.

Roger that, seaQuest.
We're heading in.

Tobias is one
of the great minds
of our time.

Totally blind, and there isn't
a solar system in our galaxy
that he hasn't charted.

Did you know that when
he was seven years old,

that he pinpointed the exact
moment that the universe
was born?

I mean, at age seven,
I barely knew my own
birth date.

And at fourteen,
he holds Newton's
chair at Cambridge.

Oh, and I thought you were
competitive with me.

It's like he was born
for one reason.

It was to open our eyes to
the wonders of the universe.

You should've seen him.

This skinny little
fourteen-year-old kid

totally captivating
a roomful of NASA
pencil necks.

Made us all feel
like we were idiots.

You know, intelligence
can only take us so far.

Then we have to
get out and walk.

Yeah.

Well, you're lucky, Nathan,
you've got this boat.

Your universe will
always be within reach.

I'll never have that.

What is it, my friend?

He wants us to follow.

What is it, pal?

Darwin can't leave.
Too slimy.

What? An oil spill?
What?

Not oil. Blanket.

A blanket?

O'Neill,
what's he saying?

I don't know.
I'm not reading
any contaminants.

There's no internal ruptures
or fuel leaks either.

Engage a WSKR.

Aye, sir.

Where is the blanket?

Around seaQuest.
Brings new life.

WSKR view up, sir.

Looks like a cocoon.

Ortiz, how deep are we?

I have no idea, sir.
Anything I ping out,
just pings right back at me.

Captain, I'm on...

I think someone should have
a look at this thing.
I don't know what it is but...

Piccolo, repeat. Piccolo?

He's in C-Deck, sir.

And it's got like everything
shoved into a corner

and I really think somebody
ought to come down here
and look at this!

Anybody?

What is that?

The pimple from hell.

Has a main
line busted?

Lucas, check the rest
of the hull.

Feels like it's
full of liquid.

Maybe the head's backed up,
'cause this thing stinks.

Structural integrity's fine.

Let's try the sonogram.

Okay.

Captain.

It's a baby.

Yeah, but a baby what?

Interior Base 7,
this is Commander
Scott Keller, do you copy?

I need a priority one signal.

What kind of baby is it?

Question
of the hour, Dag.

I'll tell you what it is.

It's an unknown biologic
that's dragging us to
the ocean floor.

I think it's kind of cute.

Base 7,
this is Commander Keller.
Do you copy?

I'm sorry, sir.
I can't hold a signal.

Nothing can work
in this heat.

Can we surface?

We're too heavy, Scott.
I can't afford to risk
blowing the ballasts.

This thing is feeding off
the bio-skin of our boat.

It's growing.

That's what babies do, Dag.

No. He's right.
It is growing.

We're about to give
birth to an alien.

Nathan, we've got
to tell someone.

I'd like to share your
enthusiasm, but I've got a
submarine to get back on-line.

Activate level 10
emergency oxygen procedures.

Report to designated
shelter stations.

That thing breathes our air.

Our air, our water.
All systems have shut
down in sequence.

All right, Commander,
let's go to level 10
emergency.

Lock off everything
above the sea deck.

I want to move as far away
from this thing as possible.

And I want guards on
that thing around the clock.

Aye, sir.

Okay, people.
Let's move it.

That's it.

No more juice.

We've seen enough.

It's got
a full charge.

Good. Hook it up
to your tracker.

Let's hunt
that thing down.

O'Neill? I need
a damage report.

Well, from what I can tell,
sir, there is no damage,
just no power.

All these cells have
been drained dry.

All right, everyone stay
in that shelter till this
thing is found.

Ford and Brody are going
on a search party.

The rest of us will be back
as soon as we can.

I want all corridors sealed
and locked behind us.

Is everyone accounted for?

No, sir.
We have three no-shows.

Miguel's one of them.

I got activity
on B-Deck.

Ortiz is missing?

Don't worry, Dagwood,
we'll find him.

Coulter, Novacek,
run flank with Brody.

You two with me.
Yes, sir.

I'm going, too.
No, you're not.

Nathan, this is my deal.

I can handle myself.

Okay, gentlemen,
stay sharp. Let's move.

I thought the aliens
were our friends.

Well, I guess there's
a good and bad in everything,
Dagwood.

Is this a bad
in everything?

Yes. This is a very
bad in everything.

It smells like
a bad in everything.

I'm getting something
up ahead.

Come on.

Weapons on full.
There's something in here.

Miguel?

Ortiz?

Stop, you'll hit Coulter!

Lieutenant,
what's going on?

It snatched Coulter right up
through the grid work above
C-Deck!

Jonathan,
he's right below you.

Any sign of Miguel?

He was here,
that's all I know.

Be careful, man.
This thing is fast.

What's up here?

It's the Mag-Lev.

But he's not up there.
Brody says he's on B-Deck.

He was here
for some reason.

You can't make sense
of this thing, Commander.
It's a predator.

Yeah.

Well, he may be a predator,

but he's trying
to make sense of us.

Brody, meet us at Mag-Lev.

It's a scrub.

No, uh-uh.

Let's blast
this one right now.

No, wait.

It's not another one.

It's Ortiz.

A person is missing
until found, Commander.

Aye, sir.

If Ortiz is on this boat,
we'll find him.

Get me Scott again.

Yeah?

Scott, what do we got here?

Oh, I wish I knew, Nathan.
He's collecting things.

Books, photographs, clothes,
things from our world.

You think it's capable
of processing information?

This stuff isn't random.

He wants something.

Well, I'm not gonna wait
to find out what it is.

My interest in science lags
when my crew is endangered.

This doesn't necessarily
mean that Ortiz is dead.

No, sir.

Of course not.
No. Absolutely not, sir.

These comlines can be set up
for emergency power by
satellite, right?

Yeah, but the E.B.S.
Controls it from their end.

Yeah. But we can tap into
them if we need them, right?

Yes. But the power
would be negligible.

I mean, I'm not
even sure how much power

you can pull
out of the atmosphere.

If it powers one extra
pulse rifle, it's worth it.

Yeah.

Okay, we'd have to find
a hot wire somewhere
along the system.

Here. Communications.

Well, somebody's gonna have
to crawl through forty feet
of ductwork to get there.

I'll do it.
It's no problem.

I'll go.

You better let me
do this, all right?

Why, because it's dangerous?

Let me earn my keep,
would you?

But remember, if you see
anything or hear anything,

don't hesitate to push
that all-alert flash.

Got it. Thanks.

Me and my big mouth.

I'm in.

Nothing. Either his trail
ends here, or this battery's
dead.

Well, where is he?

Is there any other way
to get this thing operational
without power?

A back-up system?

No. Once the power goes down,
Mag-Lev goes with it.

If you're between stations,
you gotta hoof it to the next
stop.

I've done it.
It ain't pretty.

What about through here?

No. It couldn't have
gone through there.
That's an emergency exit.

Even with no power,
if somebody
goes through there,

an alarm sounds
throughout the entire boat.

Not if he's
fried the alarm system.

If he's inside the Mag-Lev
tunnel, he can access
the entire boat.

He's smarter
than I thought.

Dag, am I glad
to see you.

I'm glad to see you.
Where is the baby bad thing?

Does that look like
the work of a baby?

Help me out, would you?

Dag?

Dagwood.

You all right?

We barely even
fazed that thing.

Miguel?

Thanks.

The others didn't
make it out.

I tried to make it to
the shelter, but the boat
was sealed up tight.

Dagwood,
you saved my life,
man.

Thanks.

You're welcome, man.

It was a bad thing.

Let's get you guys
to safe quarters.

Tim?

I was able
to hotwire
the Vidlink.

It's re-booting
through memory now.

Great job.

Ortiz is fine.

A little banged up,
but he'll live to tell
his grandkids.

Henderson?

Lonnie?

Scott, my friend and I were
just admiring your comet.

Lonnie!

Tim!

Tim!

Don't worry, Lonnie.
I'm coming!

Tim!

Lonnie!
Tim!

I got you.
Whoa!

No!

Recharge weapons,
then the medical facilities.

You might as well
charge your shavers

as useless as these pulse
rifles are against that thing.

Captain, what about Henderson?

I'm not getting anything
on the tracker, Lucas.

Well, then your
trackers are wrong.

It's busted or something,
the batteries are low.

But there's no way she can
be gone. She can't be gone!

It's fully charged, Lucas.
I'm sorry.

Easy. Easy.

Maybe she's hiding.
Like Ortiz.

Even with Miguel
down in the belly
of this beast,

it always registered
something.

I should've gone.

It should've been me.

Captain, I'm getting something
in the engine room.

It's Henderson.

No. No. It's moving too fast.

Do we have enough power
to charge the ballast?

Some. Yeah, but not enough
to drag us to the surface
with this shell around us.

What happens if we
empty the swim tubes?

We might have more
pressure to work with.

All right. Let's do it.

Secure Darwin
in the moon pool,

and we'll suck this thing
into the swim tubes and blast
it out through the ballast.

Lucas.

Yeah?

This was Henderson's choice.

And no matter what
it looks like,
it's not your fault.

Yeah, whether it's my fault
or not, it sure feels
like it is.

I guess I fail
to see the difference.

Darwin's secured
in C-Deck, Captain.

The tubes are drained.

He's on the move!

O'Neill, seal off B-Deck.
Now!

He's gone.
We missed him.

Here, give me that thing.

Rumor has it there's
a blind spot up around
the lock port

I hide in to get out
of kitchen duty.

I really doubt it's true,
sirs, but hey, you never know.

Must be true.

O'Neill, flood the tubes.

Flood tubes
six and seven. Now!

It's Henderson.
She's alive!

Piccolo.
Got her, sir.

All right,
let's close them down.

Come on. Come on.

Grab her legs.
Get them.

I knew you'd make it.

I knew you
couldn't be gone.

Thanks.
I was hiding
from that thing.

I crawled inside
the ballast.

Easy, easy.
Just take it easy.

I saw it get flushed out
the ballast tubes.
It's gone, sir.

Let's get her
to Med Bay.

No. I can make it.
I'm okay.

When this is all over,
this tub's gonna need some
serious spring-cleaning.

What is this stuff?

Excess cocoonage.
It's jamming
the swim tubes.

But it seems to be
breaking up.

Ortiz, let's see
if we can re-boot
the system.

Aye, sir.

It's working, sir.

Vidlink, oxygen, thrusters.
Everything's coming back
on-line.

We may be
out of the woods.

Brody, run a scan over all
of seaQuest. Make sure this
thing is really gone.

Don't have to, sir.
I can tell you right now,
it's still on board.

Where?

Launch Bay and moving fast.

Who's driving
that thing?

I don't know, sir.
They have their
Vidlink turned off.

Start the security cam
in the Launch Bay.

Aye-aye, sir.

What is she doing?

Ortiz,
override its power.

I can't, sir. That thing's
completely fried the guidance
system.

I have no
control over it.

Scott, my friend and I
were just admiring your comet.

Vidlink always re-boot
through memory?

Just the last
few uplinks.

It's only got
about 10-K.

And this same transmission
played back when Henderson

tapped into the E.B.S.
Satellite system.

So we have mass times
density into space,

giving us the so-called
bending of time.

But if time does truly loop
around in its much ballyhooed
continuum,

why, then, can we only
remember the past,
and not the future?

Because pure density
only exists
in absolute matter.

But absolute matter
doesn't exist.

It's a concept.

Unless you mean the absence
of matter, miss...

Henderson. Lonnie.

Miss Henderson Lonnie.

No, that's not what I meant.
I assume density is absolute.

And you assume correctly.

I will see you all Thursday.

Anything else,
Miss Henderson Lonnie?

Wouldn't the same mass density
ratio also apply in absolutes?

No. It would not.

Can I ask why?

If I can ask why such enormous
questions come from such
a pretty voice.

Okay, you caught me.

I memorized them from
one of your book discs.

I was trying to get your
attention by impressing you.

Now, why would someone
want to do that?

I have a very
curious mind.

Are you as thirsty as I am,
Miss Henderson Lonnie?

Readings are redlining.

It's coming from
that direction.

What drives our need
to understand these things
that twinkle on around us?

Isn't it just knowing
that this great unknown
is out there?

The wonder,
the sheer inspiration.

"Thou art the star,
for which all evening waits."

Oh, sorry.

I'm a sucker
for great inspiration.

Did I do something
to deserve that?

I guess I'm a
sucker for it, too.

You threw that thing
halfway across the room.

Oh, more than halfway,
I should think.

What's it want, Tobias?
Why'd it come after you?

Thank you for
saving my life,
my friend.

We lost it in the woods.
That thing could be
anywhere by now.

It won't go far.

I'm the one he wants.

The only ones in danger
are the people standing
in the way of my execution.

I should've
seen this coming.

I have no
excuse for myself.

What about Henderson?

Is she still alive
inside that thing?

Oh, your
friend is fine.

I never could've fallen
for her if her soul
wasn't human.

I can smell my
own kind a mile away.

What kind is that?

My world. Hyberion.

Eleven million
light-years from Earth.

Heretofore unobserved in your
grand scheme of the universe.

Yeah, I'm getting a grand
scheme here myself.

How do we know
the other one's
an assassin?

You're the one who's been
hiding out on our planet.

Maybe the other guy's a bounty
hunter, the law or something,

or whatever you have
on your planet.

The good professor here
is a fugitive from justice.

A fugitive.
That's a good
word for me.

You're a criminal?

In my world, yes,
I guess I am.

Hyberion is a planet of
conquest, forever at war with
itself and those around it.

My teachings in tolerance
and anti-expansion
branded me a traitor,

for which I was
sentenced to death.

I implanted my embryo
and took off for a new world.

Bringing us your trouble.

Hopefully, I've brought
you more than that.

This one who's
after me is a Stormer.

Not overly bright,
but damn good at his work.

Hyberion will only know
that your planet is peopled,
and therefore conquerable,

if he's successful
in returning with my head.

What happened
to the boy, Tobias?

I am as you've
always known me,
my friend.

Tobias LeConte, son of Atole
and Phyllis LeConte.

Naturalists,
researching the Serengeti
with their infant son,

when a great ball of fire
fell to Earth,
blinding the young LeConte.

Exposure to the comet would
later develop as cancer,

which having a natural
immunity, I was able
to fight off.

In some respects,
I gave that child a life
he never would have had.

What about our friend?

She's imprisoned until
my assassin releases her.

So we can't kill it
without killing her.

Or hand you over to this
Stormer without leaving
ourselves open to attack.

I'm very sorry
about your friend.

It was never my intention
to bring trouble to this
planet.

There's got to be
something we can do.

As I said,
it isn't very smart.

And it only
wants one thing.

Can I help you?

Yes. I'm looking
for Professor LeConte.

The Professor is in the
second floor lecture hall.

I believe I saw
him there earlier.

Thank you.

Where is he?

The Professor
lives here now.

He no longer lives
by your rules.

This isn't your fight.

This one is dead
if you don't take me
to him now.

What's going on?

Sir, please. I know you're
just doing your job, but let
us handle this ourselves.

Drop your weapon
and release him.

Please, trust me!
I said, drop it!

Thank God
you're all so stupid.

Can't you guys ever leave
something behind for a person
to study?

I think I might have
something better for you,
my friend.

The mechanics of it
were actually quite simple.

Figuring out a way to create
dominant absolute matter

to fuel the thing
was another matter.

So to speak.

You don't
like it?

Like it?
It's incredible.

How did you achieve
absolute mass?

More important,
why'd you let me
spin my wheels

all these years
when you had it
all along?

Why, my friend?

So you could run off
and get yourself lost,
or worse, killed?

Never to be
heard from again?

No. I like you
too much, Scottie.

I like your planet,
I like its people.

But you've got a lot
to learn about the power
of interstellar travel,

and plenty of time
to learn it.

My teacher and my tormentor
till the very end.

Couldn't persuade
you to stay, huh?

I'd love to, Nathan.

But it's only a matter of time
before they find me again.
It's better this way.

Exactly where
will you go?

I mean...

You mean,
how will I see
to get there?

Actually, I was kind of hoping
you'd drive, Scott.

Come with me, my friend.

Let's go in search
of other worlds.

Experience for ourselves
all those places

we argued about over
so many pitchers of beer.

Lucas,

is he gone or
is he thinking it over?

He's thinking it over.

There's nothing
to think about.

This is what I've
dreamed of my whole life.

Only my family and my
good friends could ever
tolerate my long absences.

I hope you'll
understand this one, too.

You know, Lucas,

I never realized this
till now how similar
you are to Tobias.

Are you sure you're
not from outer space?

Hey,

you guys take care
of each other.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I wonder if he'll
come back.

Depends on what
he finds out there.

I hope he comes back.

Me, too.

You have any idea
how to get out of here?

None whatsoever.

Well, every journey begins
with one small step.

What the hell. Let's go.

Hi, I'm Marco Sanchez,

and surrounding me
are not snakes, but fish.

The legendary moray eel.

Once considered sacred,
the early Egyptians believed
morays to be mystical,

and ancient Romans even
sacrificed slaves to them.

Long a nightmare to divers,

we know now that the morays
gaping smile to be a
necessary breathing technique.

Though common
throughout all oceans,

morays are rarely seen
outside their caves,

emerging only at night to feed
on their favorite foods,
lobster and octopus.

See you on the next
adventure of seaQuest.