All language subtitles for Andromeda - S04E03 - Waking the Tyrants Device

I can't hold it
together.

Increase ap power.

Wide open on my mark.

What?
No, we've got to decrease.

I'm losing it.

The new converters may not hold.

And... mark!

What the hell
just happened?

That does not happen every day.

Converters held,
ap reactors still intact,

and plasma regulators are solid.

Well, i'm glad
you're so together.

I'm a mess.

It's good flying, Beka.

Thanks,

and how did you know
going faster would kick us out?

Oh, just a guess.

Particle flux
on control surfaces diminished

with acceleration.

We exited slipstream

into a highly eccentric orbit
around the planet perliss mott.

And all the new equipment
came through,

colors flying.

Excellent.

[Alarm sounding]

We've been targeted
by an attack drone

from the seventh moon.

It's on an intercept
trajectory.

Battle blades extending.

Identify.

Signature unknown.

Enhance.

It's coming directly
from the surface of that moon.

One attack drone, one shot.

Ah, a little
mosquito.

For those that don't know,

a mosquito
is a little insect from earth

because you never know
what they're carrying.

Give it a swat, rommie.

It's coming right at us.

It's built
for some other purpose.

Built to die?

So it's a suicide sucker or...

retract blades now!

Retracting.

Never bet against
the little guy.

I've been telling people that.

I'm losing power
across all of my systems.

Some type of energy leach
has connected itself to me.

Origin?

Seventh moon, septa parisis.

Orbit is degrading.

It's humiliating.

Pull us out of here.

Boss,
we're already at full thrust.

There's an artificial
gravity field

that's canceling out
my acceleration.

Like i said, i'm barely
keeping us in orbit here.

Tell me we are not going
to crash into that moon.

Rommie?

My emergency thrusters

are counteracting
the artificial gravity field,

but as soon as my power reserves
are gone,

i will not be able to hold out.

Which means...

we are going to crash
into that moon.

It's never easy.

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 theAndromeda ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

We are maintaining orbit.

However, i must reiterate
that the energy drain,

coupled with the gravity field,

will eventually pull us
into the moon.

This is what caused our problems
in slipstream.

Affirmative.

Localized
destabilization

resulting from

the artificially-created
gravity field

emanating
from that moon,

septa parisis,

and we're not
the first ship

it's captured.

Yeah,
but only the most powerful.

Powerful enough to beat it?

Rommie,

sector g-2-2,
infrared and radio wavelengths.

Call me paranoid,
but what does that look like?

A point-singularity weapon.

Last time we saw one of those...

the magog worldship?

Anyone seen my stomach pump?

Scanning the structure.

Harper, you'll be
relieved to know

that it's not
operational,

although i do estimate
completion

within weeks.

Let's blow the crap out of it.

I would love to,

but we can't spare the energy
right now,

but once we're out of danger,
that is our first target.

This is a very
clever design.

The power leach

is on the moon's
surface.

The gravity field
generator

has been placed
deep down inside the moon.

So we destroy the surface part
before it can shoot.

Simple.

Not so much.

After energy-mapping
both machines,

it appears
that destroying only one

would trigger
a massive em pulse,

much larger
than i'm rated for,

even after
my retrofit.

I'd have no power left

to counteract
the moon's gravitational pull.

We're trapped
unless we destroy both parts...

at the same time.

Fine. I love a challenge.

I knew i'd heard it
before...

septa parisis,
as in "the treasure of."

A treasure so fantastic,
it's fantastic,

legendary, even,

but to get to it,

picture a place
infested with magog.

Must we?

No, let's not.

Instead, we follow
Harper's simple three-step plan

to fame and riches.

Step one...
find a way not to crash and die.

So boosting the regulators,
like we're doing,

should deliver us enough power
to get us step one.

Step two...
avoid the magog like the magog.

Check.

Step three,

find treasure. Live large.

Hmm, so large,
large looks small,

as in "hand-and-foot
being waited on"

instead of "hand-to-mouth
scraping by."

Yeah. Can you see me?

Personal attendants
clearing a path

through throngs of adoring women
throwing themselves at my feet.

"Make way, make way
for seamus zelazny Harper,

the universe's richest,
most eligible bachelor."

[Crash]

What say we just focus
on step one?

Okay.

Replay trl-lorn's message.

Hello.

You are now using

the commonwealth
security-coded

artificial intelligence
communication system

allowing you and the sender
interpersonal discussions

through the use of a limited
artificial intelligence.

On a preordained schedule,

each commonwealth ship
will be equipped with...

skip that, Andromeda.

You led me into a trap.

As one of three triumvirs,

trl-jemma, trl-ortiz,
and myself,

with the governing
of the commonwealth.

I gave you an order.

My job, your duty.

The triumvirate

is not responsible
for any problems

that you encounter
on your mission.

Bad intelligence
kills good soldiers.

Search
and destroy...

it's a simple enough order,
captain. Follow it.

You know, whoever created this

has serious technology
down there,

and you knew that
before you sent me here.

Message not programmed
to answer.

Well, of course not.

Any information
would be helpful, sir.

Commonwealth intelligence
believes

that the moon septa parisis
was created by one named kroton,

the great engineer.

His particular gift

comes from being half-android,
half-human.

The best of both worlds,
or the worst.

He designed the magog worldship,
it's believed.

We are unsure
what plan he's embarked on now,

but whatever it is,
you must stop him.

That is a triumvirate order.

I have to save
my own ship first.

That's enough, Andromeda.

Pull all records on kroton.

Kroton's origin is mysterious.

The first sign of him
was a solar disturbance in m-86

over 400 years ago.

Right. That's saxena-troy.

The magnetic field there
is still fluctuating.

Then there was
the computer virus

on the planet medak major.

The androids went berserk
and wiped out the colonists.

Well, if our man
is down there on that moon,

i think i may go berserk
and wipe him out myself.

Maybe i won't own
an entire planet

inhabited solely by women.

It's unnecessary
and too much responsibility.

Besides,
they'll be all over me anyway

with that treasure.

If it's gems,

i say we keep the best
and sell the rest.

Now, that's thinking.

What a kick, huh?

Hidden treasure,
power-sucking moons,

hungry magog...

it's like bedtime stories
my nana told me.

But i will bet

she didn't believe
they were true, mr. Harper.

Hey, boss, we...

didn't see you
standing there.

That you don't believe
any of these treasure tales.

If there is treasure,

it logically follows
that i deserve it,

therefore we could find it
and be filthy rich.

Yes, but on the other hand?

On the other hand,

we could end up passing through
the digestive tract of a magog,

and that's the happy ending.

Right. It would be nice
to find the treasure,

but even nicer to stay alive.

Priorities are important.

So, themaruin 15.

Huh?

Come on, Beka.

You are good enough to slip us
right through that energy web.

We're going down.

I knew it.

Even Dylan can't resist the hunt
of loot waiting to be looted.

Uh... if it actually exists.

Tell you what, Harper.

You can hunt
for your little treasure

just as long as we destroy
both of those power sources

within the next 11.5761 hours.

That's exactly how long we have

beforeAndromeda
crashes into that moon.

If we're all still alive
after that,

well, then, fine.
Knock yourself out.

Be my guest,
hunt away for your treasure.

Priorities.

I need you
to stay here

and hold down
the fort.

You're concerned

because what's
down there

is so powerful
and destructive?

That's right.

I'm ready to
fight, captain.

Now is not the time.

Can't disagree
with that,

but, Dylan,
remember,

what you're
looking for

is also looking
for you.

Descending to the sixth moon
of perliss mott.

The atmosphere
is breathable,

and the ion storm will be on us
within the hour.

I'm picking up
a distress signal.

Signature...
commonwealth standard?

Survivors from a crashed ship?

Get us as close to it
as you can.

Thousands of them down there.

Biggest junkyard
i've ever seen.

Or the biggest
crash test.

A shallow layer of metal filings
covers the surface,

residuum from vessels
crashed here so long ago,

they've now
worn down to dust.

The source
of the distress signal

is directly ahead.

How much do you want to bet
this whole mission

is a commonwealth scheme
to get our treasure?

Probably.

Although this doesn't seem
like the great idea it was

30 miles up.

We're outnumbered!

It's only
one person!

Rommie.

Do i have to?

Go.

Drop your weapon,

and you can keep
your head.

Dylan?

Dylan hunt?

Hello, molly.

And then, finally,

all i could do was...
crash the best i could.

And out of seven people
on your mission,

you're
the only one left?

Three of us survived.

I'm the only one alive now.

They were counting on me
to bring them through

in one piece,

and i failed them,
and they're dead now.

Sometimes you can't
keep your ship flying,

no matter how hard you try.

She's right, molly.
You can't blame yourself.

Tell us about
your mission.

We were after
the point-singularity weapon.

I had a ps scientist
and combat engineers on board.

So your mission
was to study the technology

and bring that tower down.

Why did you fire on us?

Um... once i was alone,
about a week ago,

the attacks started.

Attacks? What attacks? Magog?

No, one guy,

but...

sometimes he'd be everywhere
at the same time.

Dylan, we've got company.

There is more
than one guy.

That's him.

Captain hunt.

Welcome...
to where you will die.

He knows you.

Yeah, well,
i'm a popular guy.

To the Maru!

Go, go!

Good work, rommie.

Boss, what do we do?

Or that power sucker
will get us.

We'll be stuck here
forever.

Well, if you're dead,
you don't know you're stuck.

Point taken.

Firing.

Dylan, there's some kind
of energy net over us.

Well,

the good news is we're stuck,
but we're alive.

What's the bad news?

We're stuck.

There.

That should hold,
if we're lucky,

five minutes maybe.

This moon sucks, literally.

Anything with a power source,
it drains.

Trance has located
a large biomass

somewhere nearby.

It could also be

the source of
our power leach.

So the question is
how do we get there.

You know,
i made some modifications,

during that last retrofit,

to this piece of...

don't you insult my ship.

Well, whatever you did,
mr. Harper,

now might be a good time
to test... whatever you did.

Everything's
operative.

I just...
i need more juice.

Well, if all you need
is a little extra power...

Harper, where
do you find time

to do this?

My bio-batteries

can run a vehicle
this small

for some time.

Great things in small,
and in this case hot, packages.

Now, stand back
and prepare to be amazed.

Harper, you're a genius.

I know,

and you, rom-doll, are my hero.

I know.

Very good,
mr. Harper.

Now take us
out of here.

Radio-controlled explosives...

where did you learn
to make these?

Military academy.

That's very impressive.

Captain hunt, something else
i learned at military academy

is chain of command,

and i intend to follow it.

Lieutenant molly noguchi
reporting for duty, sir.

Well, lieutenant.

Sorry.

Um...

there's been a break
in another kind of chain.

That's when, you know,
two people have been,

you know...

and then one doesn't talk
to the other one

molly, two years,
and i can explain.

Well, certain formalities
need to be observed.

Ah, until certain links
in that chain

have been reforged.

Mm-hmm.

Well, i... i can work with that.

Good.

Good.

I'm all for doing
the right thing.

All right.
Let's see if anybody's home.

Molly and i will take
the surface installation.

You three have the one
embedded inside the moon.

Contact me when your explosive
is in place.

Let's hope rommie holds out
that long.

We'll see you back here
in exactly seven hours.

Actually,
it's six hours

and 59 minutes,

but, hey,
who's counting?

Mr. Harper.

What's that?

Ogami transport.

Markings match
thered fedorov,

lost 316 years ago.

Rommie, what was the
cargo on thefedorov?

Cargo listed as serial
quantum chips.

Serial quantum chips. Sheesh.

Those babies
are only the fastest,

smallest micro-processors
ever built,

virtually unobtainable

since the fall
of the commonwealth.

They're probably worth a...

treasure!

Jackpot.

You know, lieutenant,
you're right.

This first-name
- basis thing

is overrated,

but still,

you know, molly is
a very pretty name.

Hmm, Dylan...

sounds like a villain.

Oh, really?

Well, i can be
a little bit nasty,

but i'm definitely
one of the good guys.

That same guy again.

And again.

What are the odds
of identical triplets

all being
on the same planet,

all wanting to
kill us?

I'd say those odds
are pretty good.

I've had a lot of strange things
happen to me

the last 306 years.

Uh-oh.
This can't be good.

Man. Oh...

you okay?

I'm still alive. You?

Oh, i've had
better days.

Target's...
that way.

Go. Go.

Dylan?

Lost him.

Ion turbulence is the worst.

Makes me just a little nervous

about setting off two explosions
at the same time.

We can't raise theAndromeda
either?

Negative.

I estimate 6.5 hours
untilAndromedais incinerated.

Hey, hey, hey.
Nothing's incinerating,

unless you count
the rock and dirt

this baby's going to burn.

This is going to work,
right, Harper?

Please.

The pulsed laser
creates a local vacuum tunnel.

I squirt ap
right down the middle of it

one microgram at a time,

and then it cuts
like a hot knife

through protein paste.

Harper?

Or the antiprotons
blow back into the nose cone,

and we turn into

a lovely bouquet
of carbon atoms.

Hmm...

and target vector
is one-three-seven degrees,

downhill all the way.

Powering up
pulsed laser.

Rommie, are you okay?

Just do what you have to do,
Harper.

It's working!

Ha ha! Whoo!

Cutting through
and going in.

[Footsteps]

That sounds
like an army.

More members of
the look-alike club.

Way more...

and they're headed
our way.

I really don't want
to be around

to see this.

No argument here.

Wait, wait.

What if it's a trick?

Well, there's one way
to find out.

It's a very good trick.

Whoever or whatever they are,

they're still coming.

Jeez, they're loud.

Door.

It's an auto-defense
system.

Where are we?

According to this,

between a rock
and a spare part.

I'm feeling unusual.

Tachyon diagnostic
echo-delta niner-zero complete.

Targeting systems,

inertial guidance,
propulsion...

rommie?

Harper?

I'm not...

my mind isn't...

it's the power drain.

Just my luck.

A woman with her higher
brain functions on hold.

Not on hold.

I'm losing coherence
in my cognitive ability.

Don't you go on me.

I'm rommie, not mommy.

Harper?

Yes.

Don't cling to me.

Right.

[Beep]

That's weird.

I'm detecting

a major shift
in density.

Hold on!

Everyone okay?

What was that?

We're level again,

90 degrees to
our previous vector.

Let's give

your batteries
a rest.

Thank you, Harper.

It feels like you care.

Only in the worst way.

We're in some sort
of cave.

Let's take a look.

Whoa, the ground's
reflective

or something.

Ahem.
I guess it's not a cave.

I'm feeling a little better
now that i'm not sharing power.

Why don't we try this?

We're trapped.

Yeah, we need
to find a way

to slow
those bad boys down

hmm.
A power coupler.

Find me a capacitor,

50 mega-farads.
Two is better.

Ah, the old

"make an overload bomb out of
the available materials" plan.

I like this plan.

And then all you have to do
is...

charge it with my force lance.

And now on to plan b?

Well, we're farther along
in the alphabet,

but... yeah.

We've got to shut down
that auto-defense system.

Well, maybe i'll ask it
to turn itself off.

I will grant you, your charm
can be very persuasive,

but how are you going
to do that?

I'll make the defense system
think that someone else

is at
the control panel.

Ha.

How do you think
these things up?

You're not the only one
who graduated from the academy.

An army of androids.

This would qualify
as a threat to the commonwealth.

You are created
to hate organic kind.

Destroy what you hate.

Hate is your reason
to bring darkness.

That is not a healthy
internal narrative.

No.

All these ships,

they're powering up
his android army.

Andromeda'stopping
off their tanks.

This is a battle
waiting to happen.

It's never going to happen.

Why don't we
just use this?

That's for our target.

It's the only way
to save theAndromeda,

but first, we have to
destroy this android army

before they reach the magog.

It looks like it's time
for another improv.

What's your plan?

You are kidding.

Molly, we are a team.

Spoken like a true gentleman.

Did i mention that according
to some rules of engagement,

a kiss is the reward
for an honorable act?

Really?

Mm-hmm.

For luck.

Right.

Okay.

Uh, we need power,
power is the key,

or overpower.

We could burn out
their processors

with an emp surge.

That's a good idea,
but keep it simple.

Look around
and use what you've got.

Oh, a thruster
from an old brio missile.

That's excellent.
Nothing beats low tech,

especially when
you're making a bomb.

We need fuel.

Uh-uh-uh.

Let's see.

We have it.

It's in the cone.

Well, how do we launch it?

We don't. Chain reaction.

We let the fuel do the work.

Exactly.

This... they didn't teach
at the academy.

Shall i?

Be my guest.

How's that explosive
coming, Harper?

All set.

Let's do it.

Okay.

We're in business,

and with time
to spare.

No sense
sticking around.

Our target
is right... there.

Let's set that bomb
and get out of here.

Take cover!

You're hit.

Time for this to end,
captain hunt.

You can go no further.

I am kroton... the original.

Original what?

Original creep.

With the help of the magog,

i will lead
a revolt of androids,

and the commonwealth will fall.

Not on my watch!

I'm not finished with you,
captain hunt.

Well, that's too bad,
because i'm finished with you!

I was created
to destroy all organics.

Well, that's pretty funny,
because you're a half-organic.

It must be awfully hard
to live with yourself.

No, i am complete.

The commonwealth is
helpless without you,

captain hunt.

That is why

we brought you here to die.

Oh, no, no, no, no,

you're not supposed
to tell me the ending.

Now you've spoiled everything.

Molly!

I am the great engineer,
the mover of worlds.

My age is more than
500 of your years.

Well, that's as old
as you're going to get.

I will see the end
of all organics.

Speaking as an organic,
i don't think so.

You will not interfere with me.

I've got news for you, pal.
I already am.

Who's going to stop me?

Darkness, my ally.

How's that for darkness?

You have some anger issues,
don't you?

You look like hell.

Oh, i had him right
where i wanted him.

Hurry up.

Okay, it's set.

Let's get out
of here.

How are we doing
for time, rommie?

We have 92 minutes
until rendezvous with Dylan.

Red fedorov
off the port side.

Beka,

that's an hour and a half
of treasure hunting.

Quantum memory chips...
seamus, you read my mind.

Time for the primary event.

Yes, i hear.

Yes, i obey.

That's it. We've got to go.

What? The storm's breaking.

I can go back

for one more load.
Uh-uh.

Harper, we only have 18 minutes
until we rendezvous with Dylan.

Are you thinking
what i'm thinking?

We've overstayed our welcome.

Storm's breaking.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

Harper, Beka, do you copy?

I'm so tired
of shooting

at the same individual.

Dylan, do you read me?

Trance, talk to me.

The moon
is shaking itself to pieces.

You have to get out of there.

Uh, Trance,
i'm a little busy right now.

Can we talk later?

Or there
won't be a later.

Let's pretend
like this might be the end.

Pretend?

Yeah, because then
i can say things

like "if only we had more time,"
and all that.

Molly, we don't have to pretend.
This might be it.

Boss,
we're about one minute out.

Are you okay?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Go! Go!

Harper, you're late.

Beka, go!

I'm all over it.

What am i looking at?

Boss, we're rich.

Only if we get off this moon.

Speaking of
this moon,

the entire place
is hollow,

built by a freaking genius.

Yeah, he also
happened to build

the magog worldship.

Make that
"evil psychotic genius."

Trance, bombs
are in place.

Activate so we can
get out of here.

Igniting.

Full power is restored.

I'm raisingAndromedaup
to a standard orbital track

and beginning launch sequence
on themaru'smain engines.

Beka, fast
would be great.

This engine's
at full throttle now.

That's not what
i wanted to hear.

Harper?

A tectonic fracture

has expanded
along the equator.

The moon's splitting
into two hemispheres.

Mountain ranges along
the leading equator

are breaking apart.

They're hinges. Giant hinges.

That's why it was so
bright down there.

The mirrors...

they're some kind
of focusing mechanism

for a light-based
weapon.

Where does he get
this stuff?

Do you really think
he survived the explosions?

I do now.

That entire moon is a ship.

He's going to rendezvous
with the magog worldship.

Together,
they're going to be unstoppable.

It's slipstream capable.
He's powering up the gfg lens.

Androids can't
navigate slipstream.

Kroton is
half-human.

Rommie, route all power

to the gravity-field
generators.

Make me five
slipstream portals.

So he can't open one of his own.

And only one of the five
will be any good.

Exactly.
Five doors and only one way out.

And kroton can't
tell the difference.

Well, that's the plan.

He's hailing us.

Screen.

Haven't you failed enough?

Five choices.

Guess right,
and you're back with the magog.

Guess wrong,
and you're space dust.

Not a problem
if you're an organic.

The human in me
calls your bluff.

The android in me

will win.

Yeah, but i'll bet
the abyss in you

is very, very uncomfortable.

Go ahead, kroton.
Pick one.

Dylan, if kroton is wrong,

the resulting explosion
could vaporize us.

Okay, the Harper in me
thinks this plan sucks.

Yeah,
that's not a very good plan.

No, if we move
to safety,

he'll know.

We have to bluff.
I love this plan.

Thank you.

He's choosing.

Well?

Hull integrity
stable.

We're going
to make it.

A capsule escaped the blast.

It is entering
the correct portal.

Well, we got him this time.
We can get him again next time.

Yeah, but the worldship
is still out there,

and it's headed our way.

My luck.

And mine.

Who knew
they'd be ruined

by years of exposure
to cosmic rays?

How can the only options
be "poor and alive,"

"rich and dead"?

For now, Harper.

Someday
you may be able

to buy your mom
those shoes.

Yeah, maybe.

Then again,

she always wanted
a blender.

Next time, ma.

Clean clothes.

Oh, and that shower.

Yeah, but i was beginning
to like you the other way.

Oh, well,
thank you, i think.

I was liking it so much

that i thought
maybe i'd offer you a spot

on the Andromeda.

You want me around?

Oh yeah.

It feels like
you're part of the team.

Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

Mm-hmm.

So...

should we pretend
we're in danger

so we can kiss?

Why should we
pretend?

I can't.

Why not?

Because you inspire me.

Hmm.

Well... thank you, i think.

You inspire me
to have my own life,

out there, wherever there is.

You do that for me.

Then it's a good thing, molly,

and i never mess around
with a good thing.

Yes, you do.

Yeah, i do.