All language subtitles for Starhunter Redux S02E06 Becoming Shiva

Okay, let's go.

We want the power shunt.

I know.

Online and receiving.

Networked and ready. Nice.

This is gonna be glorious.

For Terra.

For Terra.

Okay.

Hey, this area's
restricted. We're cutting through.

I want to get home before my kid turns 30.

Okay, good. Good. You're doing
all right. You're doing all right.

Just around here.

Keep away from the side. All
right. Is that good? Yeah.

Take it easy. All right.
Here we go. Here we go.

Okay, good. Good. You're
doing all right. Here we go.

Outside Saturn beacon.

We're clear.

Hang on.

Reading acoustic activity in section 44.

Somebody's there.

Take a nice knee down the corner.

Salvatore.

Just leave it.

That's it.

You got her.

That stuff will kill you.

Montana, right?

Yeah, well, you eat enough, you
start to build up a tolerance.

Number four's good, if you say. I'll
pass. Another of Sin City's finest, huh?

What happened to Gus and Ina?

Cashed after the Father Abode mess.

But let's cut the foreplay.

We want to hire you. I'm listening.

The Ring Shepherd
attack a couple days ago?

The terrorists?

What do you know about it?

Just wasn't the news. Some
sort of Earth First group, no?

That two people were
killed in that attack.

We got this communique this morning.

Let the sins of humanity be
visited upon the City of Lights.

I'd say I like the poetry.

But it means an attack here in 24 hours,

and I don't have near the
strength amount of response. Plus,

it's that little question of
law and jurisdiction, huh?

So we understand each other?

Jupiter Fed's prepping a
data drop for you. You bust

this party, you get
100,000. Half now? Done.

What about the terrorists? Bring
Shepard Authority to prosecute them.

You bring them there, you get your
money. Just keep them out of my city.

Nothing gets in the way of business, huh?

24 hours? Yeah. I'm on it.

CBT, too much work.

They call themselves terrorist
children. They've been active for seven years.

A string of bombings, terraforming
platform, Venus, Tycho Dome, Europa Spaceport.

Interesting pattern.

Which means?

Well, all the facilities are either
under construction or in shutdown mode.

Indicates they go after structures,
not people. Light casualties, no fatal.

Yeah, until a couple of days ago.

And now that they've drawn blood,
people are starting to pay attention.

Their leader is a guy named Salvatore.

Only problem is, according to this,
there's no known image of a man in the database.

Carr, bring up that image
from Ring Shepherd. Yes,

this couple passed through Shepherd
immigration three days back. After the blast,

they flagged them. IDs were
cloned, no record of departure.

Can't we get a better frame than that?

You won't. He used her as a shield.

They used polonium, homemade explosive.
High yield, but not very sophisticated.

Theta wave trigger, remote foldback.

Can we scan for that?

Yeah, if you get close enough.

To the bomb? How close?

Seven, eight meters.

That could hurt.

You ever think these guys might
have a point? Don't be naive.

Oh, yeah.

There's more money to be
made keeping us in space

rather than cleaning
up the old home world,

right? Exactly. You ever been
to Earth? I used to live there.

It's a bloody sewer
and I've no desire to go

back. I've seen the old hollows, Rodolfo.

Forests of green trees,
oceans of water, no ammonia,

air that didn't choke you to death.

And people used to sit in
a ditch to have a dump.

I've no nostalgia for that, either.

Making Earth habitable
or not isn't the point.

No one has a right to kill in the name of
their cause, period. End of story. I know.

All I was saying was that... You
guys gonna take this act on the road?

Because we've got 16 hours.

Plenty of time to polish the act out.

No, I'm good.

Let's go.

All right, Marcus, find Percy.

See if you can patch into Sin
City's surveillance cameras.

Well, most of them don't work.

The citizens of Sin
City hate to be watched.

That's better than
nothing. Plus, run a recon

on that woman's face. She's our best lead.

As for us, it's pounding pavements.

We find these people and we bring them in.

Then we talk politics.

Okay, we're stocked and
refueled. Don't look at me like that.

They were a necessary sacrifice.

Since when?

Take their structures, pierce their tin
cans, take away their veil of safety,

punish them for forgetting Tara.

You didn't say kill.
Yes, but now they listen.

We don't kill.

Yes, but they do. What about Jeremy?

It's not the same.

No, it's not the same.

They didn't have to struggle for each
breath against the poison in their lungs.

They left the Earth a scar. They
left your Jeremy to die. Stop it.

Okay, you just go on ahead.

Take the ship, debrief the others.

What are you gonna do?

Just go.

I won't be long.

Nightclub's clear.

I'm down about 2K. We'll
meet at the police station.

We should do a proper grid.

We don't have time for that.

It's a big haystack, Travis.

I know.

Continuing south.

Zuna, Turan, Venusian, and
Martian gravity VIP lounges.

Your attention,
please. Security drones are

detecting illegal drugs in this spaceport.

It is a crime in this jurisdiction to be
carrying varieties, even for personal use.

How about her?

He's big-boned.

The woman from Ring Shepherd wasn't,
so... Carl, could you enhance centre-right?

Enhancing centre-right.

Nah, she was taller.

So, uh, have you ever been to Earth?

Yeah, I once.

You?

No.

I wanted to... I'd like to be outside.

Sit under a tree. I've
never done that, not for real.

Under an open sky.

My Uncle Dante saved the Earth once.

That's nice.

He did.

Stop car.

Enhance bottom left.

Magnifying 180%. Do you know what?

That could be her.
92.1% probability match.

It's three minutes old. Who's the closest?

Rodolfo, we've spotted
her. She's close to you.

Long coat, dark hair, 160 centimetres.

Callie, how stable are these explosives?

Being different children of the earth
is happy in that we're not over-happy.

Hope is not your strong
point. It's different about you.

Female prisoner.

How old are you?

Why?

Can-dweller.

I can tell. The way you walk.

Graviton coils give your
body a certain shuffle.

You may be pleased to
know that we have received

the first half of the
bounty money. About time.

You're drooling.

It's because you smell so good.
Well, we may have half the money,

but Salvatore's still walking
around. The job's not finished.

Well, we've got Nielsen. There are
ways to make her give him up. Uh-uh.

I believe in treating
prisoners with dignity.

You're right.

I don't think so. You leave it to me.

You don't trust me?

Kyle, how long to Ring Shepherd?

About ten hours. Are
you going to finish that?

I wonder.

Have you really spent your
entire life on this ugly ship?

How sad.

Tell me.

With your circuits and your
holograms, when did you last walk the Earth?

A while ago.

It sucked.

Bet you looked up at an open sky and
heard a noise you didn't recognize.

A bird, maybe.

You were scared. Couldn't sleep.

No engine rumble to lull you.

Shipwreck.

That engine's rumble is the only
thing between you and the big black void.

You still here?

I was just wondering how
you were going to hurt her.

That all rather depends on her.

Well, how would your clan make her talk?

We'd snip off her finger
for each wrong answer.

If that didn't work, we'd
send her to bed without dinner.

Now I need some time.

You would have taken
out a couple of streets.

That's a lot of people.

I'm just curious when it changed.

What?

Well, empty docking platforms is
one thing, but, uh... Busy streets.

I mean, you already killed two
people. Donald Friendly, he was 59.

Three kids.

And his friend was, uh... 22, I think.

Jeremy was seven.

My son.

Cancer.

I know.

Nobody worries about
cancer anymore except Terrence.

No one can afford gene treatments.

Cancer's better at adapting than we are.

Well, cancer or no cancer,
Salvador's gone too far.

Who's Salvador?

I'm going to give you one
chance to get in front of this.

You have kids.

That was it.

So you're killing in the name
of your son, huh? I wonder.

What?

If you'd appreciate the gesture.

Brother Salvatore, we worried
when we heard the news from Shepard.

Shepard was
regrettable. Nielsen was captured.

She knew the risks, Arun.

We've spoken before about the
next stages of our struggle,

and I think that day has come.

I have a task for you.

How'd it go with Nelson?

Well, we're not going to get it out
of her by chatting, that's for sure.

Listen, Travis, I don't know
whether it means anything,

but I found something on this timer.

Name and address would be good.

No such luck.

But the fallback manifold is severed.

What does that mean?

Well, for one thing, it means the
bomb was never going to go off.

There's no way the
detonator could start the reaction.

Could it have come loose in the
struggle? I mean, when she dropped the bag?

No.

No way.

So she was disarming it?

Yeah, which means...
Someone else planted it.

Must have been Salvatore.

So what are we going to do?

Turn her over to Ring Shepard.

But you just said... Guilty conscience
or not, you still killed two people.

Shepard, request clearance to dock.

Negative, Trans Utopian. We are
transmitting new security regulations.

This says to stand down at 800 clicks
and shuttle in. They want to board us.

Well, I'm not peeing into a
cup, I'll tell you that right now.

Shepard, this is an
approved prisoner transfer.

Proceed via shuttle.

Percy, you're interfering with
the graviton coils in the brick.

Are you trying to overwrite me?

Percy!

Oh, carry on, then.

Percy, where are you?

I'm in my quarters.

Yeah, we've got to get
the shuttle ready pronto.

Yeah, I know. I'll be right there.

All right, the inspection
team, they sound pretty jumpy,

so let's not give them any
reason to keep us here, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't worry, Dad.

I promised to look after the ship, and
we'll try to stay out the liquor cabinet.

These guys do like to
take ships apart, son.

So mouth off, and you'll be
cleaning up your toys for a month.

We'll need to see your
bridge. The bridge? Sure.

My ship is the boys' ship.

Beacon's gone.

Shepard, what exactly are
you guys doing down there?

Shuttle, prisoner
transfer order is rescinded.

You better explain that, Shepard.

Security concerns. Do not attempt to dock.

Tulip, we're coming back.
We'll explain when we're on board.

So, as you can see, we're just
your average ex-luxury liner,

now we ferry bad guys kind of ship.

So, that's it.

Stop!

Now, when you say stop,
do you mean stop myself,

as in an object moving through
space-time, or do you mean...

Cut power and communications, now!

Percy? Yes? Are you
doing one of your overrides?

My hands are free at the moment, Kerr.

Well, it appears we're under
attack. What? Weapons fire in section 42.

Communications have been cut.

Feel off section 42.

Negative.

I'm offline in that part of the ship.

Always something.

Something's wrong. It's
dead on all channels.

I expect. Well, if Salvador's behind this,

you'd be seeing your son
sooner than you thought.

Percy.

Caravaggio.

Yeah, don't mouth off.
Do exactly as they ask.

Nice one, Travis.

Kekar, what are they doing?

I believe they are
trying to take over the ship.

Can you be more specific?

I'm afraid our guests hobbled
me before leaving the bridge.

Wait, they're attempting to
access navigational control.

Thank you.

Navigation.

Back to the brig.

Travis, calms up.

Great timing.

We need a clean-up in aisle four.

Shepard found two
security guys, dead, of course.

Oh, yeah, well, wonderful
security they have there,

letting terrorists on to
inspect the ship. I mean,

they may as well just
blow themselves up, cut

out the middleman, do
you know what I mean?

We need that reactor back on life.

Oh, yeah, sorry, Marcus, that we left
you holding the baby and you almost died,

but job, job, back to work.

It's all right. Does his
best work when he's pissed.

Okay, we tried it your way with Nielsen.

Now let's try it mine.

You know what I'm saying.

Something I forgot to
mention, she was disarming the bomb.

We caught her in the
act of trying to stop it,

which means she didn't want
her people crossing that line.

So yeah, I know what
you're saying, but no.

You know, I've been on ships my
whole life, breathing in artificial air.

And sometimes,
sometimes the mix goes wrong.

You get a lung full of pure carbon.

It's not nice.

That's why I felt sorry for you people.

And you try and kill me?

Screw you.

Hey, where are you going?

Nothing. Listen, we'd better
get started on that reactor.

I'm right behind you.

Two minutes.

The gravity setting in Ms. Nielsen's cell
is currently 8.6 times Earth's standard.

A little excessive, perhaps?

That's your wonderful
Earth's gravity you're feeling.

Times nine.

Is that nice?

Now, I do have some questions for you.

What about the explosives?

Common compounds could
have been found anywhere.

Jupiter, Mars, even Earth. You
want to know where they are?

What's the smallest moon of Jupiter?

Adrastia.

I jerry-rigged the jerry-rigging. I mean,

you do know that one day all this is
going to come crashing around our ears.

So, Percy, what'd you do?

I asked her, very persuasively.

Yeah, right. Percy, I don't know what
you did, but I told you to leave it.

Now you know where they
are, what's it matter?

It matters to me.

So don't go after them.

Hold on, hold on. They attacked us.

Oh, I like that. The question
is, why did they attack us?

They wanted Nelson.

She was already off the ship.
They wanted the tulip. Exactly.

I'm not finished with you yet.

I can't wait.

Adrastia is about 16
kilometers across. Intense radiation.

A small moon inside Jupiter's Roche limit.

It means Jupiter
eventually is going to pull it in.

So the moon will
eventually crash with Jupiter?

We've got another problem.

Let's hear it.

There's only one approach.

Parabolic insertion, gravity
wells, tight, heavy shear.

Magnetics? Off the scale. Tulip size will
not be advantageous in the gravity well.

Then make for the Lagrange point.

Lagrange points are named after
an Italian-French mathematician,

Jean-Louis Lagrange, who
discovered that there were five

special points in the
vicinity of two orbiting masses.

Where a third smaller mass can orbit at
a fixed distance from the larger masses,

the Lagrange points mark positions
where the gravitational pull of two large

masses exactly equals the
centripetal force required to rotate them.

Through the eye of a needle.

Quick in and out, Marcus.
Finish it on top of those engines.

The assault failed.

Arun, it seems, has gone to terror.

Oh, well, never mind. They'll come to us.

Nielsen will tell them.
That's why I picked her.

Dual reactor.

Thrust more than adequate.

Detonation team must achieve
the speed and angle specified.

The shock waves and
the radiation burst will

pierce through their domes and tin cans.

Oh yeah, they will hear us, brothers.

Three billion people
will feel Terra's wrath.

Percy, Marcus, get out of there. The
whole temperature is reading critical.

Shall we?

We're almost there.

Oh, dear.

Radiation bubbles are
affecting my holographic interface.

Interface.

Muddy computers. Always crashing
just when you need them. Percy!

We've lost Reactor One.

Comstead, reading a small ship
powered down, underground facility.

Set it out of the cabin entrance.

Two centuries ago, man
brought forth the atomics.

One scientist looked at
the terrible beauty and

said, behold, I'm
Shiva, destroyer of worlds.

Well, gentlemen, today we
strike a blow for terror.

Today we become sheep.

Oh, hello. You came to collect
us, didn't you? We're unarmed.

We surrender.

So, Percy.

Yeah.

How did you get Nilsen to talk?

I gave her candy.

No, really.

A box of terrorist cookies.

Chewy ones. Percy!

I bumped the gravity of it.

How much?

Nine Gs.

You put it back, right?

Yes, I put it back.

You know, she didn't set the bomb.

In Sin City, she didn't set the bomb.
She defused it before we got there.

So, why are you telling me this?

The old book says the meek shall
inherit the earth. You know that.

Yeah, I've even read the book.

The meek are all that Terra has left.

Candwell has left her
too weak for too long.

But after today, Tarians
won't be called meek anymore.

I'm a political prisoner.

I'm impressed.

Just in case. Cheerlep, if you can
hear me, I'm talking with the prisoners.

Something's not right.

What?

This lot.

Just sitting there.

Yesterday they wanted to take over
the ship, and now they've come quietly.

It's a bit strange, isn't it?

Oh, no.

What?

Polonium explosives.

Run!

I am unwell. Hold that fart.

Hey, let me check.

Step back.

Get back in line, or
I'll blow your head off.

Are you sure you can fly this?

They haven't made a
ship yet I couldn't fly.

All right. What's this?

They look like simulations.

You had to be planning this for months.

Shepard was just the beginning.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, look.

They're going to use the tulip
to ram Adrastia into Jupiter.

The radiation and shock wave
together would... Three billion people.

You're right.

They don't deserve our compassion.

Only one thing to do.

I'd say so. Where's Percy? No idea.

No, no, leave it. Take down those engines.

Go, go, go.

Steal them up, shut them down.

What are you doing?

Using this particle beam
to even the playing field.

Those are your engines. No, no, no.

No! Whatever happens now,
it happens to you, too.

Call off your attack.

Let's see if Mr. True Believer
is willing to die for his cause.

Nielsen, abort the run. Too late for that.

They will not ignore Earth
again. Come on, shoot it, Peele.

Do it.

Do it?

I know you want to.

Actually, I'd rather
punch you in the face.

Contact Shepard. Tell him
we've got Salvatore and

we're not taking no
for an answer this time.

Three T-bolts, two sticks
of gum, and some of my hair.

Okay?

That's all that's standing between
those engines and a classical meltdown,

so if I were you... Great work, as always.

Oh, there's nothing, really.

I hope to see you again next week.

On the next Star Hunter. Is that thing on?

No, no, no. Good.

This is too much. I can't do this.

This is not optional.

Get the thing out of my face!

I am the man who makes dreams come
true. Lovely profiles, yes, yes. Go on!

Stunned round...

Showbiz.