All language subtitles for Starhunter Redux S02E12 Pandoras Box

Doctor, no. Scanning
text to D. Doctor, no.

Scanning text to D. Sir,
they're about to begin the countdown.

This is an historic moment.

Shame that history will
never record it. T minus 15,

14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9,
8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

That's incredible.

Detonation complete and on schedule.

Long range data
scanning logged for analysis.

Car?

What was that?

Unknown.

Analysing.

Well, that's weird.

It's like there's nothing
wrong with the engines.

They just have half the power we had
yesterday. I'm going to have a look.

Right behind you.

Any idea how to fix it?

I'm gonna go run a
diagnostic on weapons and navigation.

Kyle, what can you tell me
about that little space quake?

An electromagnetic surge of some kind.

Well, do we know what caused it? No.

I'm monitoring interplanetary comm
traffic. The effect appears to be widespread,

though much less
pronounced in the inner quadrant.

What about long-range scans?

Inconclusive. But they indicate a
distant origin beyond our solar system.

Must have been one hell
of a whatever it was.

They're going to do that.

Can't make it as fast
as Percy can spill it.

Navigation systems weren't affected.
We're on course for carry station.

Carl, what's our ETA?

One hour and 47 minutes.
Weapons check out two.

Well, at least we can shoot if we get
chased by something we can't outrun.

Like a domestic cat.

Well, I guess I've got time to do the
background on our employer. Rodolfo,

I would be happy to
perform the search for you.

Thanks all the same, Carl,

but there are still some things
us pathetic humans are capable of.

Marcus, the power
drain's leveled off at 50%.

Has it?

Yeah.

What did you just do?

Nothing.

Just running a diagnostic.

All the reactors are normal,
except... Where the hell did the power go?

Marcus, you and Percy will have the
engines up by the end of the day, right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

You sure about that? Yes.

Yes.

Well, go ahead.

You're the expert now.

Yeah, we don't even need car anymore.

Yeah, I think he's going
to be jealous. Yeah, when

you two have quite
finished, huh? The Carers Group.

Wealthy, charitable organisation
doing research into disease and genetics.

All the good stuff.

Found it by one of the federations?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

They're interested with Mars and Jupiter,

but nothing about where
the money comes from.

Nothing at all?

Are they legit?

Hear them say it, yeah.

They've got some of the
finest mindsets creation

work and award-winning
projects credited with

discoveries that benefit
the health of humankind

and promote the search
for universal peace.

Must keep them busy.

What do they want with us?

Be rude not to find out.

Absolutely. Almost a shame
to take their money. Almost.

You know, we haven't
tried looping the antimatter

storage through the main drivers yet.

Not the most elegant solution, is it?

Not to mention dangerous.

Yeah, but if it works, who cares?

I care.

Elegance equals efficiency.

The simplest solution that's
compatible with the facts, yeah?

Yeah.

What are the facts?

I do apologize, Mr. Montana, but we have
very strict security protocols these days.

Somebody should have told you that we do
not allow weapons or transmitters here.

It's not a problem.

Rest assured, they'll be safe on board
your shuttle. You'll understand in a moment.

I should let Dr. Schofield
fill you in on the details.

Please.

Mr. Montana. How do you do?

Mr. Arcadia.

I'm Dr. Schofield, head of research.

Yes, do sit down.

I'm told your team gets results.

We do our best.

Dr. Schofield, we still
don't know why we're here.

Forgive our secretiveness to date.
This is a matter of some delicacy.

Accessing security log.

Personnel file 837.

You know him?

I recognize him.
Quinnell, Ulrich Quinnell.

He's the ranking
member of the Fetter clan.

Oh my, the man is a raider.

And your interest is?

Mr. Quinnell was
briefly here as an employee.

He came to us as a security consultant.

His credentials were impressive.

And complete fiction, I now realize.
We're scientists here, Mr. Montana.

We did a back check, but it seemed fine.

Point is, we need Quinnell back.

We've discovered that he had access to
some extremely sensitive areas of our work.

We are developing an
antidote to the Tethys virus.

It's new, quite lethal.

Takes its name from the
Tethys terraforming community,

which the virus all but wiped out.

Mr. Quinnell stole a sample of the virus.

It was in a specially
designed container, a small box.

If he were to sell the sample on the
black market or unleash it, God forbid, well,

you can appreciate our concern.

So have you notified the federations?

Of course, that is what we
may be forced to do. So, no.

An alert could cause unnecessary alarm.

A scandal would almost certainly result
in our closure. We do good work here,

and your help may allow us to continue.

If you were to undertake this, even for
a few days, we would be very grateful.

100,000 credits on delivery.

Fine.

There were power disruptions as
expected following the detonation.

Irritating to the Federations, but
nothing that can be traced back to us.

Except for that box.

To think our survival is in
the hands of bounty hunters.

A hundred thousand credits.

For your life, and mine, and
all the good we've done. So...

Unsavoury.

Perhaps you'd prefer that the
Orchard discovered our mistake.

You do realise what
they do to us, don't you?

What do you reckon?

What you got?

Popped up on a retinal scan.

Well, that's Quinnell.

Boarded a passenger shuttle on
Ganymede, Banford Clark Station.

Could have already arranged
a deal on that virus sample.

I'll check the flight plans.

Better be quick, then.

Percy, where are we on those engines?

Looking better, but not great.

We won't have full power
for a while, maybe two days.

Whatever that surge was, it
drained the reactor's antimatter matrix.

No permanent damage, though.

We looped the antimatter
storage through to the main drivers.

Isn't that dangerous?
Yeah, it was Percy's idea.

Worked, didn't it?

If three-quarter power is your
idea of unqualified success.

Okay, fine, just keep at it.

Did work.

Ah, here we go, here we go.

Fettered clownship during the
Clark Station this evening.

You fit?

No, but I could use exercise.

So, seen anyone that
fits that description?

The men's washroom.

Do me a favor?

What?

Try not to break anything this time.

Us? Break things?

Okay, pal. You've got ten seconds to
clean up, or come out with your pants down.

Who are you? I'm your
worst nightmare, mate.

I'm a big man in a toilet with a gun.

Guess he didn't like being rushed.

No.

Come on, mate.

Sorry to put you off, pal.

Transutopia, you are
cleared to depart. Moorings away.

What do you think you're doing?

You're making a very serious
mistake here. Where are you taking me?

For a little ride. What kind of a ride?

Just think of it as a pleasure cruise.

I haven't done anything.

In that case, you don't have
anything to worry about, do you?

You don't know what you're
getting mixed up with here.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

Nothing.

There's nothing here.

Kai, you better put me through to Keris.

You got him, Mr. Montana. Well
done. I knew you wouldn't let us down.

Before you get carried away, Dr.
Schofield, Quenell didn't have the box with him.

You're certain?

Very. I must ask you to make every
effort to find out where he's put it.

We'll do what we can.
Please keep me informed.

Right, I think we'd better have
a little chat with Mr. Quenell.

See if he wants to pour his heart out.

I'm detecting a transmission in the brig.

I thought you scanned him.

I did.

Car, can you stop the transmission?

It may take a few moments. Shall
I contact the Orchard ship? What?

Postpone its arrival. No.

But if we don't have the
box... And we would tell them what?

We've had a slight hiccup. Our
entire enterprise has foundered.

As loathsome as it may
be, we rely on the bounty

hunters to save us. We've no choice.

Where is it? Where's
what? I gave it up, Quinnell.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know what you're talking about.

This way, come on. He's down this way.

Let's move. What were
you trying to contact?

How bad do you want me to hurt you?

I'm not going to tell you a damn thing.

Do what you have to.

He's not here. Check the docking bay.

Quite remarkable. Highly advanced.

It seems to constantly emit a series of
refractory waves through a phased matrix.

Do we know where the signals were sent?

Oh, certainly. Clark Station.

How soon can he get us there?

The engines are still
not up to full power.

I'm reading two ships approaching.

Let's have a look.

The small ship is a shuttle. The
larger vessel is very well armed.

Almost certainly Raider in origin.

We may have just discovered who was on
the receiving end of Cornell's transmission.

Can't hail the Raider ship.

And Percy, power up the weapons, okay?

The fetish ship is not responding.

Keep trying.

Stand by to fire.

I guess they're not on
the same side. I guess not.

Cut all of them. I want to
know why that raider ship's

more interested in that
shuttle than in our prisoner.

First, keep the weapons online, okay?

The weapons are online.

You're being a little extra
bossy today, don't you think?

Well, it's self-preservation. No, I'm not.

Bring the weapons online.
Keep the weapons online.

How long is it going to
take us to get there?

That was a legitimate question.

Antanas.

Fetter clan. Danger. Must follow now.

Right.

I got him.

Wow.

Get us in the middle of it.

Acknowledged.

The engines are sluggish, but I will try.

Well, he's got talent. I'll give him that.

We're not going to get there in time.

I'm afraid Percy is correct.

Percy, target the raider ship.

A load shock torpedo.

No, one more hit like that and he's dead.

If they wanted him dead,
he'd be dead. Fire torpedo.

Identify yourself.

Stand down, she's ours.

That doesn't look like
she's going anywhere.

You've got three
seconds before we open fire.

This isn't over!

Is that so?

Well, that ought to hold them.

Marcus, now would be a good
time to go back to those engines.

Come on, all the action's up here.

All right. Let's get the Beatles out
of their shuttle, bring it aboard,

and let's get underway
before they're there.

Beatles are away, bossy.

I was not.

Yeah, you were a little bit.

Define bossy.

See there.

Again.

Bossy.

Look, I'm sorry about that, but
I am so grateful to you guys.

Without you coming along, I was dead.

Seriously, those maniacs
were going to kill me.

By the way, the name's
Kingsman. It's nice to meet all of you.

Pleasure, I'm Sean.

So, I just wanted to say
thanks, thanks, and, well, thanks.

As soon as I get it
fixed up, I'll be on my way.

So, you're bounty hunters, right?
What do you do? Me? I'm a student.

I think they got the wrong guy.

Well, it's how you were
just minding your own business

when the Fedder clan
decided to come after you.

The Fedders?

No, you're kidding, right?

What do the Fedders want with me?

Well, maybe you've got
something they want.

You see that thing that I'm
flying? That's just a shuttle.

There's thousands like that.

You know, maybe they
thought I was somebody else.

They filched it.

Filched?

What does that mean? Is
that even a word? The shuttle.

You stole it.

Better if you come clean.

Okay, I borrowed it, but I
was going to bring it back.

Voila.

So we risked our lives for a petty thief.

So what's in the box?

What box? Oh, this box.

Just some of my personal stuff,
you know, a toothbrush, some hair.

You want to open it?

You know, I lost the key.

You stole the box, too.

Listen, are you going to
tell me what's in the box,

or am I going to let the
Raiders have you back?

No, no, no, don't do that.

I'll tell you, okay? It's
just embarrassing, right?

Okay, some guy in the toilet at the
Gateway Lounge, somebody was after him,

so he pushed it under the door.

They were shooting, and now
they were bad guys, all right?

They shot some guy right in
front of me and dragged him away.

That is all that I know. That's the truth.

Put him in the brig.

Oh, no, man.

Listen, this thing's worth a lot of
money. I'll split it with you, 50-50. No.

All right, 60-40. Come on,
people are fighting over this thing.

Somebody got shot for it.

Was Marcus as bad as that? Worse.

But he could lie better.

Listen, I gotta say, I'm not thrilled
about this plague being on the ship.

Neither are we.

Can I scan the box?

Its casing is inert and made up of
an extremely strong outer material.

Although I can't be certain without a
proper analysis, it appears to be safe.

I guess we gotta care of this, yes?

True, we haven't got the whole story,

but under Grant answers a
lot of tricky questions.

Okay.

Dr. Schofield, I think we've
sorted out the problem with the box.

You found it?

Yes, we should be with
you this time tomorrow.

That's excellent news, Mr.
Montana. I look forward to seeing you.

Hello.

Carl, tap into the output grid logs.

I'm in G9 Sector 5.

Magnetic ion stabilizers.

Can you tell me what I'm looking at?

Tracking now. One moment.

The image on your screen appears to
be a residual form of negative energy.

Negative energy?

The most likely source is electromagnetic.

It is possible that the negative
energy was somehow embedded in it,

but would have gone undetected.

From what?

But negative energy is a
theoretical concept, isn't it?

Competing theories exist.
They all agree, however,

that negative energy might be
a breakthrough power source,

capable of solving the
barriers to light speed.

So, Kingsman on the level?

Yeah, he's not a bad kid. He's just way
out of his depth on this one, that's all.

I don't see any point in
keeping him locked up in the brig.

Really?

Oh, come on. You were
young and stupid once.

Ah, that is to say, weren't we all?

Yeah, that's what I meant.

Okay, so tell Marcus to release
Kingsman and keep an eye on him.

Someone his own age.

Ah, we were just talking about you.

Oh, that's nice. There's
something you should see.

Car?

This is what drained the engines.

Negative energy from that surge.

That's impossible.

It has to be some kind
of natural phenomenon.

I sure as hell hope so. I'm
picking up another of those

fractured signals.
Where? Here on the bridge.

It appears to be coming from the box.

Well, I'm sorry. It seems to be
undetectable until it's detectable. That is,

until it transmits or receives.
Okay, and which was it doing?

I can't say yet.

Great, we've got the Black Death on
board, and it's talking to someone.

I guess I might have that
little chat with Mr. Cornell.

Comfortable?

Room okay?

And I thought you were here to
tell me you'd come to your senses.

I'm afraid radar
provider doesn't impress me.

No.

No.

Had a little encounter with your friends.

That fetish ship you contacted?

They won't be bothering us again.

You win some, you lose some.

You have no idea what you've
got yourself mixed up with here.

Oh, I think I do.

Infiltrated carers, you
sell something very valuable.

You plan to take it back to your
clan and put it on the market,

or were you planning to
wipe out the other clans?

He found the box.

Did you open it?

Not keen on having a plague
all over my ship, thanks.

Plague?

Is that what they told you?

You really don't know
what's going on, do you?

Why don't you enlighten me?

Eight of my men were in a bar one night.

There was this guy, a
scientist from Keres.

He was pretty drunk.

Started bragging about
this secret experiment.

No details, just that it was big.

And that everything was
gonna change, overnight.

Two weeks later, those men were dead.

Someone hunted them down.

You see what I'm getting at? That
scientists are moonlighting as assassins?

Someone with serious reach is
pouring money into that place.

So yes, I did infiltrate Karas.

And discovered they had this
program that was so secret,

only half a dozen people knew about
it. And what was it? I don't know.

But people died.

And the answer is in that box.

So you're telling me you
weren't gonna sell it?

The Fetter clan looks after itself.

We're no angels.

But we're not mass murderers either. I
didn't know what I was gonna do with it.

I just knew I had to
get it away from them.

You're the one that's going
to deliver it to Schofield.

That is what you're about to do, right?

Hi.

Something on your mind?

I've got a bad feeling.

Yeah?

Well, um... It could be
then, but it might not be.

Can you think of anyone else?

No, not offhand.

That's just me being
paranoid, though. You?

I think something's coming.

Can't be sure?

No.

Can't be sure.

See ya.

We have the Transutopia on our
scanners. They should be here soon.

And we'll make sure that once
the ship is here, it stays here.

That's been arranged, sir.

Well, if Cornell's telling the
truth, we really don't have a choice.

We can't give it back to Karis.

And if he's lying, we
hand it over and hope nobody

connects us to this
year's deadliest disease.

We'll be a laughingstock, not to
mention losing the commission.

Marcus?

Well, he is a raider.

I believed him. There was
only one way to find out.

Car, can we open the box safely?

I would need time to examine it
properly, but I'd be very happy to have a go.

I'm rather fond of puzzles.

Go ahead. Give us a call if
you come up with something.

Now, let's see.

Oh, I say, how clever.

So, I don't suppose you've
seen anything quite like this?

Well, no, I mean, you
know, not exactly like this.

Not exactly?

Do you even know what
you're looking at here?

Yeah, I think so.

But it's a bit old-fashioned, isn't
it? Could use a few modifications.

Really?

Yeah, I mean, I could double the
power source on this thing, no problem.

I'm a bit of a closet reactor junkie.

Beautiful.

Truly beautiful.

Remarkable.

Flight data recorder?

In a way, yes.

So?

We've got one of those.

Not quite like this.

The box was constructed to withstand
forces that are, quite frankly, staggering.

Come on, Carr, if you know
something, let's hear it.

Do you have any data on
the ship it came from?

The box did not come from a ship.

I believe it was on a planet in
another solar system in our galaxy.

Another system?

The box was positioned on the
fourth planet orbiting the sun.

That planet, by the way, no longer exists.

What exactly did it record, Carr?

Please place the chip
in the hollow player.

The Carries Group
deliberately destroyed a planet.

And the solar system it was in.

The fourth planet was key to the
orbital stability of the other planets.

They will crash into
their sun in years to come.

Do you know how it happened?

Well, give them what we know.

An educated guess would be a
controlled negative energy explosion.

You mean a weapon? The energy source
could be used for scientific advancement, or,

as we have seen, utter destruction.

Why develop a weapon that can
destroy a solar system? I mean,

it would be useless here. They
destroy themselves and everyone else.

Unless they don't intend
to use that power here.

Lightspeed.

Hyperspace.

A weapon like that can control everything.

Or nothing.

But we're talking about a disease and
genetics research facility. I mean,

how could they possibly
afford the cost of the program?

Fact is, we have the evidence to
destroy the Keras group in this box.

And you wonder why they want it back?

A whole solar system.

There could have been life
there. We've got to nail these guys.

Well, Callie's right.

Travis?

I'm sorry to interrupt. What has it come?

We appear to be locked into a
docking procedure with Caris.

Will it lock us?

I'm afraid I can't. They
are operating a graviton beam

which is drawing us in
whether we like it or not.

Is there a way we can pull out of it?

Negative.

We would need full power.

Well, then, it seems
we don't have a choice.

Contact them.

Mr. Montana, I hope you don't mind us
giving you a helping hand. Of course not.

We're tightening security
every way we can think of.

Regrettable, but nothing
for you to worry about.

I remind you to leave your weapons
and transmitters in your shuttle.

Well, we'll see you
soon then, Mr. Schofield.

Armour.

For all the good it'll do us.

Wyndham, I want everything
ready for when our guests arrive.

You've lost control of your ship, haven't
you? Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time.

You want me to go with you?

Nah, I want you in charge here.

You think they're coming back?

Put a sock in it.

Here it is.

It's on our frequency now?

Yeah, you should be all set.

Hey, I want Max and Pav
before we get back on board.

Sure.

Hey, I don't want to
know as soon as we got it.

You think they're gonna pay you and
then let you go? Think again, Montana.

You don't know what you're doing, do you?

I know exactly what I'm doing, thanks.

You want me to take a look at
that thing? I can probably fix it.

No, thank you.

Suit yourself.

It's your funeral.

You guys are going to get
sucked into this Carrie's

place like a pea through a plug hole.

And then you won't be able to get out
because you won't have any power. So, uh...

Marcus, we're about to talk. I
need to know what's happening.

Yeah, yeah, everything's
cool. We're working on it.

Don't worry. Yeah,
Travis, we're working on it.

I'll give you a shout. Oi!

We do the talking, right?

All Class 3 personnel are requested to
surrender their locator bands by 1,400 hours.

Forgive me.

Just one more procedure.

Another?

It's just what I have to
do. Sir? So it would be.

They're clean, sir.

Please, follow me.

Do you guys think the
time is passing at the

same rate down on Kara's as it is up here?

It's getting on my nerves.

I'll take that as a yes, which means
we're probably running out of time.

Once you guys come up
with something soon... Whoa.

Now what?

What happened?

When?

What did you just do?

I was just messing around with some stuff.

I ran a little program and created
some dark matter. But it's just a trick.

You know, anybody could do it.

Well, do it again.

Well, come on.

It was an accident.

I don't know what happened.

Miss Larkadia.

Mr. Montana, welcome.

And Mr. Quinnell.

Well, you didn't expect to see us again.

I believe you have something else
for me, Mr. Montana. Is that right?

Excellent.

Are you out of your mind, Travis?

He doesn't want me. He's not
interested in me. That's what he wants.

Deal's a deal, Cornell.

Can we get on with this, please?

Of course, of course.

I trust you take me to be an honorable
man who keeps to his side of the bargain.

Your money.

I want something else.
We agreed on a price.

Now this won't cost you any money.

We want Cornell.

Cornell?

What use could he be to you?

What if he posts them as wanted?

We can negotiate with
one of the federations.

It's not possible.

Mr. Quinnell and I have a great
deal to talk about. Fair enough.

Escort them to their shuttle and take
Mr. Quinnell to the detention center.

Take them all to the cells, dispose of
them, and then dispose of their ship.

Okay, just tell us what you did.

All right, I was just
messing around with this thing.

This thing?

Yeah, the PDA. It
remembers every sequence of

events like forever.
Let's see what he did.

You see?

I told you I could fix it.

Rodolfo, we're back on.

Nicely done.

Thanks.

Well, Carl, is this going to work?

It's going to be interesting.

Well, the kid's done good.

It seems so.

Tudor to Travis. We're ready when you are.

Mr. Whitman, are you sure
this is the way to the shuttle?

We're going to drop Mr.
Quinnell off in the cells first.

Ah.

The box! Leave it! We can't leave it!

It's your other box!

I repeat, security breach in section 12.
All units, section 12. Good luck, boys.

Have you all set? Full power.

Ready to rock and roll.

Don't wait for us. Go, go, go!

You sure about this, Carl?

Absolutely not. That is
not what I wanted to hear.

We are starting to break
free of the Graviton beam.

The tulip has cleared the beam.

Yeah, thank you, car.

Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, Rudy, bring her around.

Yeah, all right, all right, I'm trying.

Ah, nothing to it.

So they've escaped.

No matter, Wyndham.

They're of little consequence now.

What's he doing back?

Oh, he's a bit like you.
We couldn't get rid of him.

You guys cut that close.

Oh, we had it under control.
Yeah, it was pretty straightforward.

Just a few tweaks here and there.

I don't know how useful it was.

Oh, yeah.

Did you know ancient legend says
the Keres executed the will of fate?

When a man's fatal hour had
come, the Keres would appear.

And if I remember, they
would hover over battlefields

and drink the blood of dying men.

Do you think they'll come after us?

I was right, wasn't I?

They're going to get away with it.

Nah, stupid if Ed gets
a look at the evidence,

cares that we shut down
and everyone's going away.

More than we can handle.

I meant the others.

The ones who funded the experiment.

Whoever they are.

They're going to get away with it.

That, I don't know.

They'll come after me.

And you.

Your crew.

Better get your ship patched up, then.

You would have made a good
raider. That's all I've been told.

On the next Star Hunter.

There's our cue.

Whoa! You want to come in and play?

Baby.

What the hell are you doing, girl?

I'm asking you questions. Answer them.

Where's my crew?

Where is everyone?

So where's the rest of
them? There is no rest of them.

There was nothing. Not
even a mind. She's not Percy.

Who is she, then?

She was on the Galantis.
She's a mass murderer.

A very successful one, I might add.