All language subtitles for Crusade [1x03] - The Well of Forever

Sir, before you go
into your meeting,

I wanted to let you know
that mr. Jones is here

from the bureau
of telepath integration.

The same mr. Jones
from 6 months ago?

He gets around,
doesn't he?

Well, they're all
called mr. Jones.

It's their way of making
the examination

less personal.

How could it
not be personal?

He crawls
inside your head

and roots around
looking for dirt.

But only one telepath
can watchdog another.

It's like internal affairs
of a police force.

Promotion and
advancement are tied

to finding other people
breaking the rules,

or, in my case,

poking through
other peoples' minds

without
their permission.

Anyway, that's
the tradeoff we make

for being able to live
and work beside normals.

That's a moot point.

He's coming to my quarters
at 1800 hours.

Standard procedure
deep scans to make sure

I'm not violating
the new rules for telepaths.

I don't need someone
like him to tell me

that you can be trusted

not to go snooping around
in somebody else's mind.

And I wouldn't.
Not intentionally.

But you see, when the senate
disbanded the psi corps,

there were concerns

that accidental scans
were inevitable

once telepaths
were integrated

back into
normal communities.

If there's anything
I can do,

if you want me to talk
to him on your behalf-

no, no, thank you.
I appreciate that,

but it's just him,
me...

and the rules.

All right.

Good luck.

So aside from
the Morseddi,

there's nothing else to
investigate in this sector,

unless... anyone else
has a suggestion.

Yes.

Actually,
I have one.

This right here.

To the untrained eye,
just another rock,

but in reality, a part
of a much greater whole.

It took me years
to find it.

Others of my order have
spent their entire lives

searching for it.

These coordinates
will guide us

to a precise location
in hyperspace

normally hidden
from prying eyes.

So...

Shall we go?

Go where?

The well of forever.

It's a focal point
of immense power

like stonehenge

or the oracle
at delphi on earth.

The well is powerful

because it draws
its essence

from hyperspace.

For centuries,

wizards have sought
out crossroads

because they
represent the point

where powerful
energies intersect.

There is no greater
crossroads...

than hyperspace.

My people are taught
to avoid crossroads.

Also beaches,
cliffs, pits, caverns...

and wells.

Where do you go
on vacation,

another part
of the room?

You fear
these places

because they're not entirely
one thing or another,

but to a mage,

such a place is an open
book full of answers

for those who are
willing to listen.

This book may be
very useful to us

in our search
to find a cure

for the drakh
plague.

It will take us
several days

to get there...

but I'm certain it will
be worth the risk.

So you have a magic rock

that provides you
with a mystical place

that is a metaphorical book

that gives you answers
to questions

that we haven't asked yet,

and you want us
to spend days in hyperspace

based on that?

Even if your information
is correct,

those coordinates

are days outside
known hyperspace routes.

No one is stupid enough

to travel that far
off the beacon.

We could wind up
40 light-years

from any known system.

Not if my ship's
navigational systems

are merged with
the excalibur's.

If your ship can find it,
why do you need us?

My instruments may be more
sophisticated than yours,

but my ship
cannot maneuver

in the strong
gravitational currents

that far out.

I need the excalibur.

All right, since
we've got nothing else

on the boards,
we'll take a look,

but in deference
to common sense

and mr. Eilerson's
concerns,

which somehow ended up

the same thing
for a change...

if we get to the location
and there's nothing there,

we'll turn around
and head back. Deal?

Fair enough.

I'll make ready
my ship

for the navigational
merge.

Galen.

Has anyone else ever found
this well of forever?

Absolutely.

It's just that no one
has ever returned.

Consider it
an adventure.

Matthew Gideon, captain.

Attached to the earth alliance
Starship excalibur.

To find a cure
to the drakh plague

before it wipes out
all life on earth.

Anywhere i have to.

Who do you serve?

And who do you trust?

Display all systems
on the excalibur.

Isolate navigation systems.

Ready to perform
navigational merge.

Go ahead.

Look at that.

His ship can pick up
the faintest signal

and amplify it
to usable form.

No wonder technomages are
never seen in hyperspace.

They can travel completely
off the beacon.

I'd love to get a look
inside that thing,

see how she does
what she does.

You think that might
be possible?

We can try.

We'll have to backcheck
the connections

from time to time,

make sure it's all
working properly.

And we can look back
a little further,

just to be thorough.

Excellent idea,
lieutenant.

Because one
of the main reasons

I went along with this

was the chance to learn
a little bit more

about that ship of his.

I'll get on it
first thing.

Right now,
I have to go.

Time to see mr. Jones.

Of course.

Captain,
you have a minute?

Sure. Pull up a chair.
I'll deal you in.

So, what's on your mind?

Galen.

Let me guess.

You don't think
he can be trusted.

Well...

You know, I was taught
2 things growing up.

One-don't go
looking for trouble

unless you know what you're
going to get out of it.

In this respect,

he is hiding
something from us.

I can feel it. I suspect
you can, as well.

Yeah. Cards?

Dealer takes 2.

Doesn't that bother you?

We've all got something
to hide, Dureena.

Straight.

Queen-high.

What's the second thing
you were taught?

Never gamble
with a thief.

That's a good trick,

considering one of the cards
that I tossed away

was the queen of hearts.

Show me how
to do that someday?

If we live that long.

By the way, where's
lieutenant Matheson?

In his quarters
with his guest.

I heard.

Is he ok?

I don't know.

I noticed we jumped
shortly after I arrived.

I hope we're not going
too far off the beaten track.

A little. But
we'll drop you off

at a rendezvous point
as soon as we're done.

It'll be a few days.

You know, lieutenant,

You've become something
of a role model

to a number of telepaths
back home.

Many of them have dreamed
of being career military.

You're the first to have
a real shot at it.

So you will understand

that we need to be
even more strict...

even more thorough,
given your position.

Yes, sir. i under-

just try and relax.

No one likes
deep scans.

They're painful...

uncomfortable.

Sometimes
even embarrassing.

But... necessary.

The well of forever?

Interesting destination.

Sir.

That's duty-related
information-

it concerns me

because I'm here while
all of it's going on.

So I'm making
an exception.

Damn it.
You have no right.

Uh...

My job gives me
the right.

At the moment,

you would do well
to be more concerned

about your job,
lieutenant...

because I can see
more than a few mistakes

you've made
along the way.

Yes...

most disturbing, indeed.

Enter.

What have you done
to your quarters?

I made it
the right size.

I don't know
why everybody else

always makes things huge.

This is the way I like it-
nice and small.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Mmhh!

You've been keeping
to yourself since we jumped.

Usually people
only worry where i am

because they're afraid
their valuables

will disappear.

That's not
something that troubles me.

Galen... if you trust me,

why won't you tell me
where we're going?

I said-
no. You said

that this place
holds answers.

That doesn't tell me anything.

Do you think i'm hiding
things from you?

Gideon says we all
have things to hide.

Does he?
How unfortunate.

I was hoping he'd come
further than that.

Oh, not that it isn't
true, of course.

It's just that one simply
doesn't have to say it.

Galen, i would like
to believe what you said.

I would love
to trust you.

Just give me a reason.

What is
this well of forever?

It is a great monument.

It's a place where
races through the ages

have brought offerings.

It's a sacred...
spiritual place.

And when we find it,

you will have all
the answers you require.

You only have
to listen...

and ask
the right questions.

Matthew was right.

We all have
something to hide...

and we all have
something to tell.

We all have
a secret name.

We all have
a question...

one question
that unlocks our hearts.

One question
that unlocks our hearts.

What is your question,
Galen?

Why?

Lieutenant.
You all right?

He ripped right
through my brain.

He got our destination,
everything.

What? Can he do that?

He has discretionary
authority

to go anywhere
he needs to.

But he didn't need to.

It was a violation
of privacy, of-

I'm sorry, captain.

I shouldn't
have said anything.

It's not your problem.

We're picking up something
on the long-range scanners.

Is it this so-called
well of forever?

I don't think so.

I've never seen
anything like it before.

Ipx has had some
unsubstantiated reports

about life forms
spotted out here,

but we've never
had any proof.

This is an excellent
opportunity.

We'll send out minicams.
We'll get closeups.

Not until we finish
our scans.

We can't risk
having them notice us

if they pose a threat.

They're called
the fenn.

They're barely sentient.

Do you know
about them?

They're drifters.

They're attracted
to bright, shiny objects.

But they lose
interest quickly.

They won't do anything
if we stop engines

and just drift
through them quietly.

You're sure?

Yes, of course.

Stop engines.

Status?

One of the creatures
has latched onto us

and is
reeling us in.

Galen?

Um, well, they're
probably just...

curious, that's all.

Play dead.

What if we're lunch?

I've never heard of them
consuming a ship.

I think it's safe to say

that we're not
being consumed,

but it's certainly
an odd, chewing rhythm.

If it's not eating us,
what's it doing?

No, it's not!

It's mating with us?

Well, it's not exactly

The first contact situation
that I'd envisioned, but...

I want it off my ship.

I want it off my ship
right now.

Navigation, full power
to thrusters.

Thrusters?

Look, captain,

you're giving it all
the wrong signals.

Engines to full.
Pull us away.

Any, uh, damage?

No, sir.

"just drift
through them. "

Galen, if that thing
has gotten

anything
on my ship, I-

looks like he didn't
stick around

for the pillow talk.

Captain, the longer
we're out here,

the worse
things could get.

What if there are more
dangerous life forms out here?

It would be
a mistake to assume

that there's only one
life form in hyperspace.

Based on an ocean model,
we might have just seen

the lowest level
of the food chain.

So what happened
up here?

Oh, nothing major.

Just a few pesky
life forms

getting fresh
with my ship.

Any sign of
our destination?

None.

Scanners
are totally dead.

I'm starting to wonder
if you're right.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Probably.

But I don't think we should
turn back, not yet.

You said that you
avoid situations

where you don't know

what you're going
to get out of it

or what
the consequences are.

What changed that?

Galen says
this is important,

that it means
something to him.

Look, I don't like
having to trust anyone,

because I'm always
disappointed,

but just once
I'd like to know

that I could actually
trust someone,

that for at least
one person,

everything wasn't about
money or power.

That's a benefit?

For me it could be.

And the consequence?

That we'll die out here,
but i'm used to that.

Look, we have no control
over when we die,

Only how and why
and in what cause.

All right...

I'll give it
another day.

I owe Galen that much...

and you, too.

If we don't
find it by then,

we turn around
and go home.

Yes?

Captain, we'll reach
our destination

in a few hours.

Preliminary scans
of the area

show nothing there.

Could it be
hiding behind

some hyperspace bubble
or shielding?

Negative.

Between Galen's flyer
and our own enhancements,

we have enough
technology

to detect that kind
of shielding.

There's nothing
there, sir.

Thanks for
the bad news.

End.

I was just coming
to see you.

Yes. I know.
You've just heard

there is nothing
at our destination.

Then you know we
have to go back now.

I've put my ship
and my crew at risk

coming all this way.
I can't justify-

I'm afraid
going back...

is not an option.

Galen, we have gone
out of our way for you.

We have to turn around
before we go too far out

and something
goes wrong.

I still have control

of the navigational
systems through my ship.

What are you saying?

It is impossible
for you to change course

until I turn
control of the ship

over to you again.

That's mutiny.

The well is here
somewhere.

We cannot go back
until we find it.

The ship
is not entirely

under your control,
Matthew.

I am sorry.

Don't you walk
away from me!

Why the hell
are you doing this?

The well may have
shifted in hyperspace

over the years.

My ship will
automatically compensate

and plot a new course.

You cannot interfere.

The interface
between my ship

and the excalibur
is very delicate.

If you tamper with it

before we reach
our destination,

we will be lost
out here.

I didn't ask you
how you screwed me.

I asked you why.

There's that
question again.

You agreed
to turn around

if there was
nothing here.

You deliberately
programmed this

in case you were wrong
and it wasn't here

so you'd force us
to keep looking.

You once told me
you considered

the excalibur
your family.

You told me that
we were the only people

that you trusted.

What could possibly
make you betray that?

A promise...

one that
I must keep...

no matter the cost.

Galen...

if you take control
of my ship,

everything else that
you do after today...

you do alone.

It won't be the first time
that I have been alone.

Captain, do you
have a moment?

Not really.

Then I suggest
you make one.

It's about
lieutenant Matheson.

I wanted you to know
I've completed my scan,

and I found
some... gray areas.

Maybe you just found
what you wanted to find.

Maybe you're just
a little too eager

for that next promotion.

He has used
his abilities

to sense emotions

on the part
of certain individuals

who have come
through here

in the last few months,

caught the random,
stray thought.

No serious breaches
of conduct,

but enough that
he may be recalled

for further questioning
and training.

I can't allow that.
He's needed here.

He is answerable
only to me.

He is answerable
to the senate committee

on metasensory
abilities first...

above even you,
captain.

In anyone else

these would be small
enough to overlook,

but lieutenant Matheson
has a higher requirement.

That sounds like
discrimination to me,

holding one person to a higher
standard than the rest?

It is what is.

You cannot fight
what is.

Captain, you know the test
we've been running,

the one
tracing the merge

from Galen's flyer
back to his ship?

Well, I tried one last time
to breach his defenses,

figuring
if I could get in,

we might be able to get back
control of our ship.

I was locked out by
some kind of manual control.

He shut that down

and then shut
everything down.

He knows
we were snooping.

Yes, i'm sure he does.

All right, let it go.

We're not
gonna get anywhere.

All we can do now
is wait.

Captain...

What if we do find
something out there?

We'll send out E.V.A. teams
and investigate,

whatever it is.

Why, you want to
head the expedition?

Listen, if you've never
been into hyperspace before,

you should go.

It's amazing.

It's nothing like
being in normal space.

I wish I could,

but exposure
to hyperspace

increases
a telepath's abilities.

The longer the exposure,
the greater the effect.

In here the shielding
on the ship

helps keep out most
of the telepathic boost,

but if I go outside,

even in an E.V.A. suit,

there's no telling
what might happen.

I could casually
scan all of you

with just a glance.

And since safety
precautions

prevent anyone from
going into hyperspace alone,

I guess I'll never know
what it's like.

I guess there's always
a price to pay for something.

Coming up on a dense
hyperspace veil, captain.

Ship is beginning
to slow.

Retros firing.

We're there.

I felt the ship come
to a stop, and no one-

oh, my god.

It's true-something
like this in hyperspace.

It's incredible.

Scanner readouts are hazy,
but it appears to have

a self-contained
atmosphere bubble.

All right, Galen,
we found it.

We'll do this slowly.

Stand by
to drop probes-

Galen?

Captain... there.

All right,
I'm going after him.

The rest of you,
stay put.

You can't
expect me-

if he tries to leave
the bridge, restrain him.

Lieutenant, this is
a major discovery.

It can't hurt
to run surface scans

while he's
out there.

At least find out

about the atmosphere,
gravity, temperature...

we'll give him
the heads-up...

for his own good.

Where's the captain?

He's down there.

We're just getting
initial readouts.

You won't believe this.

Steel, iron, nickel,
deuridium hybrid alloys,

all worth millions
across known space.

But that's not all.

The entire core is
pure, solid quantium 40.

That alone
is worth billions

to any jumpgate
construction company.

And above that-
gold, precious metals,

all veined through
those upper strata,

whole caverns of
jewels and metals...

it's a treasure trove.

Do you have any idea

what a find like this
is worth?

No.

No, it's not
a treasure trove,

at least not the way
you mean it.

What are you
talking about?

Take your eyes off
the damn mineral scanner

for half a minute
and look at it.

That is not
a treasure trove.

It's a mausoleum.

Those caverns and monoliths
are gravestones

that mark the passing

of a highly advanced
race or culture.

On my world we laid
our chieftains to rest

at crossroads,
as this is a crossroad,

in burial mounds
that resemble these.

The gems, precious metals,
and artifacts

were probably left here

by those few who knew
how to find this place.

Over the centuries,
new grave sites and offerings

buried the older ones,
layer after layer of it.

It's a place of glory,

a place of memory...

most of all, a place-
a place of good-byes.

Yes. Well, as I said,
at the very least,

the find of a lifetime.

Now will you tell me
what's going on?

Her name was Isabel...

and she was
the best of us.

Every technomage
knows the 14 words

that will make someone fall
in love with you forever,

but she only needed one.

What word?

"Hello. "

She would sit
across from me

on cold nights
in the study,

her tiny frame

lost in an enormous
overstuffed chair,

her feet curled
beneath her.

In my dreams
I still remember

the pattern of runes

hand-stitched to
the hem of her gown...

even though I never
really studied them.

At night
when I read alone,

I still hear her sighing

over passages on the pages
which troubled her.

We spent the nights
in study like that.

Sometimes never
saying a word...

and never needing to.

She was your wife?

No. Not in those terms.

It's difficult to explain
the kind of relationships

that define our order,

but she was my love...

to the breadth and depth
that my soul can reach.

And second
to this place,

I was hers.

She spent her life
searching for this.

It was her dream,
and because I loved her,

it became mine, too.

After I...

lost her,

I devoted my life
to finding it.

You put us
through all this

just because of a promise
to find this place?

Not just to find it.

I promised her
that somehow, someday,

whatever the cost...

I would take her here
to rest.

If you understand at all,

then you will
let me finish it.

Care no more
to clothe and eat...

to thee the reed
is as the oak.

The scepter, learning,
physic must...

all follow this
and come to dust.

All lovers young,
all lovers must...

consign to thee
and come to dust.

Well, naturally,

ipx is going to
want a cut of this.

The hell with ipx.

Just because
you work for them

doesn't give them
the right

to come in and
desecrate this place.

Desecrate?
Yes, desecrate.

I fully intend to keep
the site preserved

in its natural state
after we move it

to the russian consortium
museum for xenostudies.

Absolutely not.

These are the final
resting places

of technomages, wise men,
who knows what else?

Whoever-

set course
for the last known

hyperspace beacon
and turn us away.

What?

If we're just
going to leave,

then why did we come here
in the first place?

Max, just shut up,
all right?

Galen,
this was your idea.

You brought us here.

You know how valuable
this place is.

Say something.

Good-bye.

Dureena, you busy?

Not terribly.

What?

I've been thinking...

I need someone
to do a favor for me,

someone absolutely
single-minded.

Well, it's not for me,
actually.

For lieutenant Matheson.

Name it.

Captain-

w-w-wait a second.
What is it today?

Is my office suddenly
grand central station?

I wanted to warn you-

there's a bomb onboard.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's attached
to the jump engine,

set to go off
any time now.

She's willing
to kill all of us

to get revenge
for something or other.

And how did you hear
about this?

Well, I-

Let me see if I can
pick your brain for a change.

You got this from
the thoughts of a woman

that you saw
in the bullet car.

How could-

her name is Dureena,

and I've never seen anyone
focus on revenge and death

as completely as she can
when she sets her mind to it.

Lieutenant Matheson told me
that you probed part of his mind

to find out
where we were going.

A small infraction,

because you had
your own reasons for it,

so I figured that
you'd have even more reason

to protect
your own skin.

You said
certain people

should be held
to a higher standard?

What is the standard

for a watchman like you,
mr. Jones?

Or more to the point,
what are the penalties?

You forget about
what you saw...

and I'll forget
all about this.

Deal?

Sir, we've picked up
an open airlock on deck 14.

Should I alert
security?

No. That's all right.

Just keep driving.

Beautiful...

I'm leaving again
for a while.

I wanted to know if i should
bother coming back again.

You hijacked
my ship, Galen.

You betrayed
my trust.

What higher insult
could you pay to a friend?

You didn't even
trust me enough

to tell me the truth
about why we were going.

If I had,
you wouldn't have come.

You don't know that.

Because you didn't
trust me enough to tell me,

you never will.

I admit that
this is the first time

I have put my private agenda
before the mission,

but you did the same.

You only went along
with this

because it gave you
the chance

to examine the technology
of my ship.

You, too, were following
your own agenda.

Neither of us can claim
altruism today.

5 miles complete.

You saved my life
10 years ago, Galen,

and several times
since.

I owe you.

Further, your importance
to the mission

far outweighs
the offense,

so I'm not gonna put it
on the record, but...

it was wrong.

On a certain level,
perhaps.

But on a higher one,

I fulfilled a promise.

and I give you another-

I will never again
betray your trust.

If I honored one vow,

then you know that
I will keep this one.

I carried out
her last request,

honored her memory.

If it were you,
wouldn't you do the same?

I've already made that
promise... times 300.

Have you kept it?

No. Not yet.

Then when the time comes,
I will help you keep yours...

as you have helped me
keep mine.

Perhaps then we can
both forgive ourselves

Our common crime.

What crime?

Being alive.

I am leaving
for a while.

You said the well of forever
was an open book

full of answers
for those who listen.

Well, we were there,
Galen.

Where are the answers?

For Max Eilerson,
the question was,

"is there anything
in all the universe

that I cannot have?"

Download the coordinates
of the well

into my personal log...

and download
the bridge video records

of this subject.

Unable to comply.
technostatic disarray

has erased all of your
primary source information.

That answer
is being delivered...

clearly
and unequivocally.

Lieutenant Matheson,

he would have had
his answer, too,

had he gone to
the well with Gideon.

Matthew did receive
his answer...

but because he was
not listening,

he will have to look
elsewhere.

What about me?

You...

should learn to be more
careful when talking

in front of an open
channel to my ship.

look, I don't like
having to trust anybody,

because I'm always
disappointed,

but just once
I'd like to know

that I could actually
trust someone,

that for at least
one person

everything isn't about
money or power.

I think you've received

the answer to
your question, Dureena.

Maybe.

But what about
your question, Galen?

Did you find
your answer to why?

That one...

may take
a little longer.