All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century S01E18 - Twiki is Missing

Captain Rogers, it's
nice seeing you again.

Three beautiful space
angels kidnap Tweaky,

and Buck finds the key
to saving Earth from

fiery destruction by a runaway space bird.

What do you want, Belzec?
Your Buck Rogers for his drone.

Prepare the ambiquad for disassembly.

But my planet is in
danger of being destroyed.

I've got a chance of saving it,
and I can't without your help.

I want Rogers in that asset, now!

The year is 1987, and NASA launches
the last of America's deep space probes.

In a freak mishap, Ranger 3 and its
pilot, Captain William Buck Rogers,

are blown out of their trajectory
into an orbit which freezes his life

support systems and returns Buck
Rogers to Earth 500 years later.

¶¶

Colonel Deering reporting from
Spaceberg Escort. Yes, Colonel.

We're approaching the entrance to
Stargate 9. Requesting clearance.

Clearance granted, Colonel.
Proceed on established flight vector.

What is that, Dr. Hewer?

That is 10 billion tons of frozen oxygen.

Once it's located on the North Pole,

it'll begin to melt and help to
replenish the oxygen-depleted

atmosphere of the entire planet.

This is the third time that we've
handled a transport of this kind,

and the procedure still makes me nervous.

Why is that?

Because the spaceberg is on a precise
path towards a window in our atmosphere,

and it has to hit that window and pass
through it exactly as planned. Exactly.

And if it doesn't? Friction from the
atmosphere would ignite the oxygen.

Our calculations have
indicated that the resulting explosion

would literally scorch a third of
the Earth's surface, possibly half.

Look at what the Terrans are
doing at this very moment, Pinchas.

They have a problem, and they do
something about it, whatever the difficulties.

But you, you simply come
to me with talk, no action.

I've been working on a
solution to our current problem, sir.

I've been in contact with several
agents on Earth, and... More talk?

Meanwhile, I have 5,000 miners
malingering and threatening to leave their posts.

You know what that means? Yes, sir, I do.

It means we're not
producing enough blasium.

I've got orders backed up to
Kasainen, and I can't fill them.

I shall find myself unable to
support my chief operations officer.

Just as I can no longer tolerate his
incompetence, do I make myself clear.

Ah, how you've come.

I grew tired of waiting for your call.

You've read the list of
grievances? Shocking.

Long hours, low pay, unhealthy
working conditions, low morale, unrest.

The miners have elected
me to represent them.

Yes.

Under your leadership.

They have united for the first time.

United we stand until something is done.

Oh, something is going to be done.

Why have you summoned
them? The Omni Guard?

They are the key to our security, Anand.

They've kept their minds open and working.

Through cruelty and force.

How untrue. I fear you may
have hurt their feelings.

Take the meddling fool away.

Silencing him is only a temporary
measure. The miners will soon have another leader.

The solution I mentioned earlier, sir.

This is it.

The drone? There have been
miserable failures in the mines.

We need something more than
artificial intelligence down there.

This is a Terran drone, sir.

Serial number 2223T.

Manufactured at the Ambiquad
facility in New Chicago. So?

What makes 2223-T so unique, sir,

is that its basic
programming has been augmented

by its present owner,
a Captain Buck Rogers.

Rogers is a Terran from the 20th century,

and he's endowed the drone
with extraordinary features.

Resourcefulness, courage,
loyalty, and even though

we know such is
impossible, some say imagination.

And you're thinking to buy it, break
it down, analyze its binary patterning?

Yes, sir.

And mass produce it to serve in the mines?

Each unit as an adjunct to
a miner to take over some

of the more uncomfortable
and dangerous procedures.

And where is this One-of-a-kind
ambuquo to be found right now.

On Earth, in New Chicago.

And my thought was our
morale problem would be...

Ladies, I have a mission for you.

Dr. Hewer, my
instrumentation indicates that the

oxygen mass is
maintaining a perfect trajectory.

Temperature is holding steady at minus
250 degrees Celsius. Thank you, Colonel.

Please keep me posted of even the
slightest change in conditions.

Captain Rogers?

Ice gray.

I'm still a breed. I'm a
contract administrator for Kirk Belzac

on the asteroid Taurus
in the third quadrant.

Well, you'll have to excuse me.
I'm a little new around here.

I don't know what any of that means.

Oh, well, can I come in and explain? Sure.

Sure, come on. Come on.

Looks just like I imagined it would.

Like you imagined it would?

Oh, we always compile bio files of all
our business associates before we meet them.

Oh, I didn't know we were associates.

We're not, but we will be.

Just exactly who is this Kirk Belzac?

Mr. Belzac owns an integrated mining,

manufacturing and distribution
operation with its headquarters on Toros.

He's the sole supplier of
an explosive called Blasium.

That's very interesting, except I still
don't see where I come into this picture.

A million in round figures.

Uh-huh.

It's yours.

What have I done to
deserve such generosity?

You haven't done anything. It's a payment
for your ambuquad, serial number 2223T.

T as in Tweaky? Yes, Tweaky.

I'm sorry, Stella, he's not for sale.

Oh, I see. You want to negotiate.

No, I just don't want to sell Twinkie.

Well, it's just an ambuquad.

Twinkie's a little more
than that. He's like a friend.

A drone is a drone, Captain.

Friends are different.

One feels affection for friends.

One owns a drone, and
anything that is owned can be sold.

Except for Twiki. This
would be like selling family.

Besides, why does Belzac want my
particular ambiquities? He's only one of thousands.

I'm not paid to know why, Captain.

Captain Rogers, I need your help.

Mr. Belzac will be very upset
with me if I come back with nothing.

Well, I'd say anything you
want except Tweaky and me.

I understand that.

I have a friend who runs a
biostereometrical facility, and, well, I thought... Oh,

you mean a 3-D photographer?

Yes. Could I take pictures of
Tweaky's internal circuitry?

It's not much, but at least it'd be
something to bring back to Belzac.

Yeah, I guess that'd be all right.

I don't see any harm in taking
pictures of Tweaky's internal circuitry.

Besides, knowing the ham he
is, he'd probably enjoy it. Ham?

You'll find out what that
means when you meet him.

Thank you.

This is the address.

See you there at nine?

Fine.

He wouldn't sell.

But we've got a date with Captain Rogers.

And Tweaky.

Dr. Heuer, I'm monitoring
an increasing frequency

of ionized particles rising rapidly.

Doctor, I want a detailed radio
scan of quadrant four immediately.

Yes, doctor.

Doctor, an ion storm of
large enough magnitude could...

Where are the ramifications, Doctor?

Begin gathering data, please.

Where is everybody, Buck?

Well, it's after hours,
Tweaky. Everyone's gone home.

Oh, here it is. Hmm.

Captain Rogers, thank you
for bringing the ambuquad.

Now, if you'll just
leave it here for a while.

No way, Stella.

As you wish, Captain.

Hey, my private property.

You're trespassing.

Ambiquad prepared. Autopilot
set at coordinates 4, 4, 6.

Remote facility activated.

Excellent.

I'll take control. Remain on Earth
until the Ambiquad is securely on Taurus.

This wild blue yonder
stuff is for the birds.

Dr. Hewer.

Tweaky's been taken. What?

Three women, psychokinetics. It's a
long story, but I think he was taken too.

Captain Rogers, I have a report of a
non-terran starfighter being launched.

Its digital reference was H270,
indicating its port of origin...

There's Taurus in the third
quadrant, and Ambuquad is in the cockpit.

I'm going after him.

This is Buck Rogers calling H270 to Ureen.

I thought you deserted me.

The AmbuQuad is being followed, Pinches.

Very closely.

It appears the two ships
may have rendezvoused.

Yes.

Well, we'll take care of that.

Are you a sight for sore
circuits? You too, pal.

What's the situation on board?

It's all remote control,
Buck. I can't do a thing.

Buck?

Buck Rogers?

The Terran owner?

All right, Rogers.

Let's see how good you are.

Buck, that wasn't me.
I know, little buddy.

Listen, you've got to pop that
canopy and get out of that ship fast.

But it's a long walk home.
Don't worry, I'll track you in.

Some may like hanging
loose, but not this quad.

You're good whoever you are, but
you're not quite good enough. So long.

This is Starfighter 1314 to
Earth Control. Come in, please.

You've got new Tulsa tracking station,
Starfighter 1314. What can we do for you?

I've lost an ambuquad up here. I'm
gonna need some help finding him.

You got it, 1314.

Well, make it quick, will ya?
There's a heavy gravity body nearby.

If I don't pick him up
fast, he's gonna crash into it.

Help! Hurry, Buck!

This is New Tulsa tracking station to
Starfighter 1314. Go ahead, New Tulsa.

We have a fixed distance, 33,000
megakays from Alpha Centauri. Radius vector,

33 degrees left off the elliptical
plane at elevation 40 degrees north.

Roger, near Salsa. I'm on my way.

I rate bucks.

Thanks, Buck.

We're reporting as per
schedule. Did the AmuQuad arrive yet?

Hardly.

Terran owner intercepted him
and brought him back to Earth.

Buck Rogers.

That would be consistent with the
information in his bio file. What are your orders?

The AmbuQuad is so
important to Buck Rogers.

Let's see how important
Buck Rogers is to work.

He heads an industrial complex which
controls dozens of intergalactic corporations.

The base of his power, though, is
in the Blasium mines on Tauros.

What's so important about Blasium?

Blasium?

Well, gram for gram, it's the most
powerful explosive ever developed.

Mr. Belzac has made millions by
selling Blasium to any and all buyers.

What do you want with Twinkie?
Whatever it is, he can't have it.

Dr. Hewer, this is Colonel
Deering. Do you read? Do you read?

Yes, Colonel Deering, this is Dr. Hewer.

We seem to have a
substantial amount of interference.

We're encountering a
rather violent storm, Doctor.

The ion count is still alarmingly high.

The data reflects a
mature Iod storm sweeping

directly across the path of the Spaceport.

Dr. Hewer?

Yes, Colonel?

The Spaceport has moved off
its established flight path.

Yes, Colonel, that's confirmed
by our observations here as well.

Please stand by for further instructions.

How do you hear if that
spaceberg misses the window?

What can we do?

Frankly, Buck, I'm not sure.

We've moved oxygen in this manner twice
before. Always known there was a risk.

But it seemed to be outweighed by the
urgent need. I'm going to give Will my hand.

But there's nothing you can do, Buck.

Tell her I'm on my way.

Captain Rogers.

It's nice seeing you again.

Where exactly am I?

Three minutes out of Stargate 23.

An hour from Taurus.

At least Belzac is consistent.

Two kidnappings in a row.

Doesn't he know how to say please?

Belzac gets what he wants.

Everything?

Why are you doing this?

There are reasons.

Necessities.

In my apartment, you said
something about friends and affection.

What, you just forget
about all that and throw

it out the window? Just a lot of words?

Perhaps something from
the nutrition center.

Stella, what spells I got on you?

I'm sorry, I don't want to
talk about this right now.

Is he threatening you?

What's he holding over you?

Come on, Stella, tell me.

It's not me, it's my son Lucas.

His father was a... Toros general.

One of the chosen class.

I was a paranormal with
psychokinetic powers.

Our marriage and our child were
never condoned by the ruling class.

When my husband protested, He was
executed as a traitor to his class.

He was killed for loving me.

The man who signed his
death order was Belzac.

And on Toros, The son of a traitor is
also condemned to a traitor's death.

As I spared him as civilian head of
the ruling body, he alone could do so.

He allowed me to send Lucas to Remus II,

and then he forced me to use my
psychokinetic powers for his purposes.

If I ever tried to leave
him, he'd have Lucas killed.

It doesn't have to be that way.

This is Taurus Approach
Control to Shuttle 9281.

We'll be arriving soon. I hope your
stay in Taurus will be a pleasant one.

Repeat, this is Taurus
Approach Control to Shuttle 9281.

You're cleared for
reentry over the outer marker.

Welcome to my little corner of
the universe, Captain Rogers.

Better put that to music.

Ha, ha, ha.

I have the current data, Doctor, please.

Current angular
displacement of the spaceberg

is approximately three
degrees from center, Doctor.

It will miss the atmospheric
window by nearly 633 kilometers.

Might as well be six meters,
once the explosions begin.

The entire space burg will disintegrate.

Ah, Dr. Hewer, I presume?

Yes, and you are?

Kurt Belzac, sir.

Seems you have a bit of
a problem on your hands.

Yes, and very little
time to talk to you, so

if you don't mind. Oh,
but I do, indeed I do.

We need to speak.

About what?

About your friend, Enwine.

How did you... How is
not important, Doctor.

It's what we do next that interests me.

I see.

What do you want, Belzac?

Your Buck Rogers.

For his drone.

I need an exchange. Hey.

Belzac, you're already guilty
of kidnapping and extortion.

How do you expect me to deal
with... Doc, don't do anything.

Belzac, listen to me.

My hands are tied.

The Directorate strictly
forbids responding to such threats.

All I can do is turn
over the entire matter

to the Interstellar
authorities immediately.

Don't be a fool, Doctor.

Send me the ambiquad, or Buck
Rogers will suffer the consequences.

The circumstances, I
don't think it necessary

to give Colonel Deering
the burden of knowing.

What about Buck?

Come back here this instant.

Tweaky.

Buck, here comes the cavalry.

I think I've done you a great
service, Captain Rogers. Oh, really?

That oxygen mass transport
project was ingenious, daring,

and will ultimately prove to be
fatal to your Terran brethren.

I think they'll find a way
to get it back on course.

It's possible, but not probable.

One doesn't just nudge 10
billion tons back on course.

Oh, I should like to
convince you that a man of

your reputed talent has
a place here on Tauros.

After all, the Terran
brethren have abandoned you.

Perhaps.

I don't think you need those anymore.

Unshackle Captain Rogers.

Bring him on our morning rounds.

Let's see if we can make him...

Convert to our course.

This is the very heart
of our Blasium operation.

The raw ore is dissolved in hydrochloric
acid, reducing it to a pure crystal form.

As an explosive, it has unique properties.

Aside from its power, it's the
quickest burning and the hottest,

which makes it particularly
useful in the cold of space.

Must be difficult,
storing an explosive like this.

Not at all.

You're holding enough
Blasium to destroy a small moon.

Please. Don't worry, Captain.

Blasium needs a substantial
amount of energy to ignite it.

Consequently, it's quite stable. I can see

that you're genuinely interested, Captain.

Fascinating.

I can see a glorious
future for you here, Captain.

Those mines are nearly a flawless
operation, except they depend on men to work them.

It would be obvious why I
need your remarkable lumbiquot,

with all the 20th
century talent you have imbued

him with, combined, of
course, with your own.

Well, I really hate to tell you this,
Belsang, but Tweaky is chronically lazy.

Whoops, I guess I blew it, bug.

Tweaky, what are you doing here?

Dr. Heward didn't... I came on my own.

Prepare the ambigrod
for disassembly. Uh-oh.

Help!

Hang on, buck!

Stop him! He's only one man!

Keep your hands right
where I can see them.

All right, Squeaky,
let's go. You got it, boss.

Keep going, Twiggy.

This is ridiculous.

One drone and a Terran have
me trapped in my own quarters?

We're a squadron of guards in
each of the main corridors.

I want that Ambiquad back in one
piece, and I want Rogers dead or alive!

That Blasium storage room
must be around here somewhere.

Blasium?

Let's just get out of here.

I think that Blasium might
just solve our space bird crisis.

Something Belzac said
about its properties. Come on.

What's wrong? Got noise.
It's going right to my head.

Interloper in subsection 9,
corridor 3A, sonic chamber.

Good.

I'm sure Captain Rogers is
getting an earful. Shall we join him?

Let's move it, Buck.

We've got a plane to catch.

An escape.

Impossible.

The sonic chamber has... It has
absolutely no effect on a drone, idiot.

Look.

That's why I let you go first, Buck.
Must be some kind of energy field.

Solid as a rock. Now what, Buck?

Still, I can deactivate that thing.

Twiggy, you hide under
that catwalk. Don't move

and hold onto that
blazer. I'll be right back.

Search the base.

Dr. Hewer, I don't think we're having
the slightest effect on the space burg.

I'm afraid your analysis is correct.

As I feared it would be.

The window was our only hope.

Without it...

Stella, I need your help.

What's keeping you, Buck?

I can't do it. If Belzac finds out.

He won't.

For a while, at least, and by
that time we'll be long gone.

I told you, he has agents on
Remus, too. He'll have Lucas killed.

I know it.

Remus, too, is under the
Directorate's jurisdiction.

We'll have Lucas brought to Earth
wherever Belzac can't reach him.

It's too late to start
over. This is where I belong.

Stella, give yourself a chance.

Give Lucas a chance.

I'm sorry, I can't.

My planet is in danger of being very,
very badly damaged, perhaps even destroyed.

I've got a chance of saving it.

In order to do that, I've
got to get out of here.

And I can't without your help.

All right, Buck, I'll
deactivate the energy wall.

Welcome, Captain.

I see the lovely Stella
has found you for us.

Very good work, my dear.

Belzac, I... She is very persuasive.

Yes, well, all good things must come to an

end, Captain. Now, where's your ambu-quad?

I don't know.

I think I left him down in one
of the tunnels. I'm not sure.

Such a transparently
thin subterfuge, Captain.

Never mind, we'll find him. Take him away.

Really, Captain, don't you
ever know when to cease?

Heads up, Buck.

The ladies would like your
attention, just for a moment. Ladies.

Totally sorry to end our
relationship this way, Captain.

Stella, don't do this!

Don't let Belzac win!

Save your breath, Captain.
She hears no one but me.

Stella, listen to me!

Continue the mind meld.

Stella? I want Rogers in that acid.

Now!

Stella!

I can help you.

Don't listen to him. Your
son will die without my help.

If I die, your last chance to
leave this place dies with me.

I command you.

Come on, Luke, let's get out of here.

You fools, the Earth is
dying, don't you understand?

Stella, you've
condemned your son to death.

Dr. Hure, we're registering a
change in surface temperature.

It's reaching the outer
layers of the atmosphere.

I show a reading minus 2, 4,
3 degrees Celsius and rising.

If it reaches 217 degrees, the entire
mass would become completely unstable.

Beyond that point,
ignition of the oxygen is...

Inevitable.

Buck Rogers calling
Earth Defense Directorate.

Repeat, Buck Rogers calling
Earth Defense Directorate.

Buck!

What's happened?

How in galaxy did you...
I'll fill you in later, Doc.

What's the status on the bird? Well, we
haven't been able to alter its trajectory,

and it is now approaching 1 minute and
23 seconds from entering the atmosphere.

On the wrong trajectory.

I think I have a way to get
the bird back on trajectory.

I'm listening.

Blasium is fast-burning and extremely hot.

If we plant the right amount in the
right place and detonate it, then we'll...

Shift it and let gravity take over.

Uh, it sounds reckless, Buck.

Captain Rogers' theory is sound, Doctor.

But he has no apparatus aboard to
guarantee an accurate placement.

I'm just gonna have to eyeball it, Doc.

Look, give me the coordinates.

Very well. We have no choice.

Doctor, we need volume, mass,
distance from Earth, angular differential.

Please, Doctor, I have
anticipated the requisites.

Those figures are now
coming through on the C6000.

Excellent.

Buck, your angular differential is 3
degrees, 4 minutes, and 22 seconds.

Now, we must reduce the
Berg's mass by 4.0923. How much

blazing do you have
aboard? It's a 2-kilo brick.

Doctor?

Reduce it by half. Reduce
it by half, Buck. Roger.

Now, from your angle of approach, Buck,

you're going to have to lay down the
blasium on the following coordinates.

M23.11 at D17.9.

Got it.

Good luck.

Wilma, clear everybody from
the vicinity of that bird.

I want you to hang up there
at about 20,000 kilometers.

As soon as I lay the Blasium down,
hit it with a full-power pulsar.

And get out of there.

I understand, Buck. But what are you
going to do about the primary explosion?

I'm gonna try to get out of there myself.

I'm getting a reading
of minus 225 degrees,

and we are within 22
seconds of the critical range.

Ready?

Yeah, I think so.

Play it as it lays, Buck.

I'm on my way, Wilma.

Standing by. Pulsar's ready.

Here we go.

Eight ball in a side pocket.

You got it, Doc.

It's bringing this mass back
into its proper trajectory.

I record a satisfactory
entrance through the atmospheric

window, Doctor. You've done it, Buck!

You've done it! I don't know exactly
how, but you've done it, my friend!

I don't know how you do it
either, but I'm sure glad you do.

Terran ingenuity, I guess.

And a little luck.

Let's head for home.

Well, it's official.

Kurt Belzac has been
overthrown by the miners on Tauros.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Yes. They've exiled him to a
planet in the sixth quadrant.

You won't have to worry about
him for a long time to come.

And we've made contact
with our people on Remus II.

Lucas will be arriving
on the next shuttle.

I'll never be able to thank you.

Especially you, Buck.

Well, all of us owe Buck our thanks.

No, I won't even don't unless
I forget about Tweaky here.

No big deal, Buck. No big deal.

You let yourself get kidnapped
and almost got lost in space.

Then you went AWL and almost got
yourself dissected by Belzec's goons,

not to mention nearly
getting me burned to a crisp.

Give me a break, Buck. Give you
a break? I'll give you a break.

Two weeks hard labor.

Bread and water.

And a suspended sentence.

Thanks for your help,
buddy. You're worth it, Buck.

I think.