All language subtitles for Andromeda S02 E10 The prince eng

Tyr!

It's a coat of arms. The distress call
said pirates, these guys aren't pirates.

So who are we fighting?

Warning. Reactor overload.
Critical function.

Andromeda, how long before
the ship breaks apart?

Detecting hull breeches
on decks four and five.

Based on current crack propagation,
I estimate 8.25 minutes.

We still have time to find the crew.
Hold on, that was an estimate.

We leave and there
are survivors, they'll die.

If this explodes and we're
still on it, We'll die.

Beka, get the ship ready,
we'll be back in seven minutes.

Just hurry,
I hate it when my men are late.

Warning. Reactor overload.
Critical function.

Clear?

Tell them that!

This is Captain Dylan
Hunt of the Andromeda Ascend...

Apparently they've heard of you.
Hold you fire!

We're here to help.

It appears we're a little late.

Get away from us.
Put it down, we're here to help.

I'm Captain Dylan Hunt.
I'm Tyr Anasazi.

Dylan Hunt?

Erik, drop the gun.

Father, no. We can't trust them.

Do as I say!

This fellow's alive. Apparently
the rest weren't so lucky.

Tell me.

You've lost a lot of blood.

For my son.

Dylan Hunt, Tyr Anasazi, I've...

I appoint you
co-regents to my son.

Advise him well.

Long live...

Father!

He is the last guardian
of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time.

Faced with a universe in chaos,

Dylan Hunt recruits
an unlikely crew

and sets out
to re-unite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

We tried to outrun them,

but someone sabotaged
our slipstream drive.

Everyone I knew
was on that ship.

My father, my brothers
and sisters, our servants.

Everyone.

And this would be?

Yanos.

My family's retainer, my friend.

You've got to save him.
We'll do the best we can.

On the subject of saving,

who were your attackers?

They were shock troops of
the house of Constantijn.

Your distress call said pirates.

Constantijn is a pirate.
A traitor!

He and the five barons butchered millions
of our people during their revolt.

And now they have
murdered my family.

And Yanos is all I have left.

After the fall, Ne'Holland was one of
the first planets invaded by the Magog.

They overwhelmed the planet,
then marched on.

After thy left, Ne'Holland experienced
almost a century of anarchy and civil war.

Until Vincent the first...

My great, great,
great grandfather.

Declared himself King, conquered
his rivals and united the planet.

My family has ruled Ne'Holland
for over two hundred years.

We made our world
stable and prosperous.

Which is no doubt why House
Constantijn wants you dead.

What triggered the revolt?

Archduke Constantijn and the five
barons own the land on Ne'Holland,

they decided that entitled
them to rule, not the King.

And a civil war broke out.

They caught us by surprise.

The royal guard
tried to fight, but...

they were slaughtered.
Millions of people were killed.

When the capital fell, my father
tried to evacuate our family, but...

My father spent many years preparing
my older brothers for the throne.

I'm the third son, no one
ever thought I'd...

Become King?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

According to their law, the prince
can't officially rule on his own.

Back on Ne'Holland.

And until then he
needs a co-regent.

Two, to be precise.

According to Ne'Holland law, being's
Erik's coregents would make us his equals.

This means one vote a piece when
it comest o major decisions,

and one bullet a piece
when the assassins arrive.

True, but there are other
things to consider.

And they are?

There's a reason Ne'Holland's one of the
first worlds attacked by the Magog,

they're located on a major
slipstream nexus.

Right along the Magog's
main invasion route.

And where the Magog world
ship will eventually appear.

Win Ne'Holland, and we'll have a strong point
we can use to blunt the Magog invasion.

If the coregent approves.

Long live King Erik.

I'm honored that you've
decided to be my coregents.

And I promise that together, we will restore
justice to the people of Ne'Holland.

Not even crowned and
he's making speeches.

Erik, we have practical matter to address
before we start restoring justice to anyone.

Matters like the combined
forces of Constantijn

and the five barons
you've talking about.

The armies are of
no consequence.

Our King was murdered, the
people will demand vengeance.

Justice and revenge, those aren't
really the same thing are they?

Captain, I'm detecting
a ship emerging from

slipstream. It's from
Ne'Holland and its hailing.

No doubt they're here to pay
their respects to your highness.

Either way it looks like we
have our our order of business.

Very well.

Then we shall address them
and make our will known.

Erik?

This way.

Lieutenant Theodore Tjoe,
commanding Alliance War,

Defence cutter of the
Ne'Hollandar Noble Protectorate.

Nobel Protectorate?

The Nobel Protectorate is the legitimate
government of the Ne'Hollandar system...

That's a lie! You're rebels!
Nothing but...

Your Highness!

Let the man talk.

But he...
I concur, motion carries.

Lieutenant, you were saying?

I'm here under orders
from the Protectorate

to collect any survivors
of the Royal Family.

Prince Erik is
the only survivor,

and he doesn't
need any collecting.

It's not a request.

Prince Erik, you have been
tried in absentia and,

and have been found guilty for crimes
against the Ne'Hollandar people

You are under arrest.

Corruption, torture, genocide.

Serious charges.

If they're true, the late
King Florin was no saint.

Which would reflect badly on Erik.
Making it difficult put him in power.

Assuming that
was still our goal.

The charges might
be exaggerated,

but according to the databases that
I extracted from the freighter,

King Florin didn't exactly
tolerate dissent.

He imprisoned political rivals and
wasn't above the occasional execution.

I haven't a thing against tyrants,
per se, but tyrants who lose?

You were looking for an ally, and its being
to seem as though you've found a liability.

From all the reports,
the Nobles are worse.

Wholesale destruction of the countryside,
forces conscription of commoners.

Biological attacks on cities
loyal to the King.

Just once I'd like to not have to
choose between the lesser of two evils.

Then perhaps we should choose the
greater evil. The Barons are organized.

They have the upper hand
militarily.

Backing them would be our best
chance to slow the Magog World Ship.

We'd have a much harder time
influencing them than Erik.

As Erik's coregents, you and I can help him
become a better ruler than his father was.

Assuming he'll listen.

Dylan, I'm receiving a hail from the
cutter. They seem pretty insistent.

Do they?

Well that's completely unacceptable!
Prince Erik is an indicated criminal,

and we demand
his immediate return.

Your request is completely
unacceptable, and I've rejected it.

Then we, we will be forced...

to fire...

Lieutenant, a bit of advice.

You're on a cutter,
I'm on a heavy cruiser.

If you insist on pushing this, I could
fire a warning shot across your bow.

But frankly,

the missile plume alone would
probably rip you to pieces.

So, it isn't all that bright
for you to be making threats.

Point taken.

I'll have to confer
with my superiors.

Yes, you do that.

You enjoyed that didn't you?

Yes.

You were out of position.

Again.

This is a waste of time.

You're supposed to be teaching me how
to be a king, not a foot soldier.

Martial arts, politics, war, they're all just
ways of bending the universe to your will.

All conflicts abide
by the same rules.

Sun-su, Makiavelli, Heados of Thonia, read
them, you'll be prepared for anything.

Now, attack.

Is that what you did when they
came for your father, boy? Cry?

I said attack.

Come on!

Tell me something else.

When they killed
your mother and sisters,

did they take them first?

Well done, my Prince.

You relaxed.

Never relent.

Always finish your enemy
or he will finish you.

I'll kill them, you know.

The Nobles.

Whether or not they took
my sisters,

I'll kill them
for what they did.

Remember that anger

Harness it.

Do not let it harness you.

You ought to be a king.

You haven't the time for petty
personal indulgence like vengeance.

That's easy for you to say, you didn't
watch your family get murdered.

Young Erik, we have
more in common then you know.

Come.

Watch, learn.

Cut!

Cut. Disarm.

Cut!

Throw!

Remember.

Once the Andromeda is
in position,

we launch a quick strike
against the nobles,

destroy their strong
points and seize power.

So...

what do you think?

I think it's ambitious.

You don't approve.

Erik, you told me yourself, your planet lost
millions of people in its last civil war.

We can't just leave the Nobel's.
There are other

ways to change the balance
of power than war.

There's diplomacy, there's
economics, public opinion...

We don't have time.

We need to be swift, decisive.

Tyr said...

I doubt very much Tyr
told you to rush into

battle unless you absolutely
knew you could win.

You're my coregents,
you're supposed to help me.

And we will.

But I won't help you commit suicide or seize
a throne you have no chance of holding.

You don't know them like I do.
The Barons are ruthless.

You're afraid of them.

Good.

They're dangerous and if you weren't
afraid of them, you'd be a fool.

What if I can't do this?

My brothers were groomed for the
throne he moment they were born.

How am I supposed to learn everything
I need to know in a few weeks?

Erik, the only way to really
learn about leadership,

is to...

lead.

I don't even know
where to start.

Well, that part is easy.

Find out what the
people really need,

then look for the safest
and best way to get it for them.

From there...

everything else follows.

From there,

everything else follows.

It's alright, it's alright!
The shock troops?

They're gone, they're gone.
You're safe.

You are aboard
the Andromeda Ascendant.

We rescued you.

The King, where, where's...

I'm afraid he didn't make it.

Did anyone survive
anyone at all?

Only Prince Erik, we were too late
to save the others, I am very sorry.

I have to speak to the Prince.
You're not ready to leave yet.

You don't understand, Nobles have taken
my wife and daughter hostage, my family.

And now only the Prince can save them,
please, you must let me speak to him.

Prince Erik?

Yanos!

God!

Thank God you're better.

What are you doing?
What are you? Help!

Security alert,
Observation Deck.

I never wanted
it to come to this.

But your father wouldn't sign the Grand
Compromise, he refused to share power.

You sabotaged
our slipstream drive.

Were you really so blind?

My father trusted you.

Your father was a monster, and if I don't
stop you, you'll end up just like him.

Erik don't!

He's more useful to us alive.

Is he.

One vote each way.

So I guess it's
up to me to decide.

Erik No!

You killed him.

I keep telling myself
it was self defense.

In my experience,
that's seldom consolation.

He was like family.

Dylan...

I can see his face, his eyes.

They were alive, starring at me.

And then they just...

went blank.

It's not like in
the stories is it?

Taking a man's life.

My brothers wouldn't
have thought twice about it.

They were trained
to be soldiers, generals.

But no one ever trained me.

Maybe that's a blessing.

Your father didn't shape
you in his mold.

That means you're free to become
a different kind of king.

My father was beloved
by our people.

Which people is that?

The ones who died
because of him?

Or the ones who killed him?

Approaching
Ne'Holland slipstream nexus.

I command all Royal forces
on Ne'Holland to cease fire.

I ask that the Nobels order
their troops to do that same.

Our late monarch,

my father,

was not perfect.

But as your new rightful King,

I do not intend to make
the same mistakes that he did.

United, we are a great world.

Divided, we shall fall.

So, let us now work together to restore
peace and unity of Ne'Holland.

For our people,
our planet and our future.

Message sent, nicely done your highness.
I had a good speech writer.

I agree.

It should serve you well
in the court of popular opinion.

Yes, we are looking
for a peaceful solution.

And who knows,
we may just find one.

Captain, we're being hailed.
It's Archduke Constantijn.

The man who murdered my family.

Mask your anger, Erik.

I agree. But, remember your
responsibilities to your people.

Put him through.

I really enjoyed you
speech your highness.

Especially the part where you order
the royal forces to ceasefire.

Are there any left?

Enough.

However in the interest of
peace,

I've decided to offer you
and the five Barons

a formal pardon
for all your crimes.

Thank you.

Archduke Constantijn, this is an olive
branch to show our willingness to negotiate.

Well, we're all anxious to find a
peaceful solution to our situation.

So I have a counter proposal.

If young Erik will endorse the new, legitimate
government, then we will pardon him.

That is, providing of course he agrees to
leave Ne'Holland and never return, ever.

Exile?

The charges against him are quite serious
and exile is far preferable to death.

Do we have a deal? I'll never endorse you!
You traitor!

You think you frighten me boy? Your anger
is a pale imitation of your father.

Don't push me Constantijn, I'm aboard the
most powerful warship in the known worlds.

I can destroy you with a word.
Alright, that's enough...

Both of you.

All we want is what's best for the people
of Ne'Holland, we don't want a war.

Nor do we.

Especially now when we have
civilian observers stationed

aboard each of
our defense cutters

and troops are garrisoned in school
and hospitals all over Ne'Holland.

Under these circumstances
we're fighting to break

out, Captain. Sure you
can see the problem.

Using people as human
shields, Constantijn?

Not exactly noble.

Well, I'm not the one riding on the most
powerful warship in the known worlds.

Am I?

The child is an utter fool,
of course

But he does cut quite
the romantic figure.

The exiled Prince,
the rightful King, and so forth.

We both know that the people will
support him in his bid for the throne.

I have no doubt that he could take the
throne, but how long would he hold it?

A month, two at best.

And then, even if I were eliminated,
the other Nobles would eat him alive.

So you see my dilemma.

On one hand, I have
the boy under my control.

On the other...

human shields.

A lovely tactical stroke
I might say,

ruthless.

I'm glad you approve.

But somehow I suspect you didn't contact
me just to compliment me on my strategies.

On the contrary. That was
the soul purpose of my call.

Then you wouldn't be interested
in an offer of friendship...

from the Protectorate?

Well, that would depend
upon the offer.

Rest assured,

I will give you anything it is in my power
to give in exchange for one simple gift.

It's a small thing.

About the size
of a ripe calomelon.

Prince Erik's head?

Served in the traditional
manner, of course.

On a platter.

All I require is you agreement and you
never need worry about Constantijn again.

I don't know Tyr.

It's a big decision.

One you were fully prepared
to make a few days ago.

But you said that
I was being rash.

And Dylan keeps talking
about a peaceful solution.

Dylan...

is an idealist.

You and I both know there will be
no peace on your world so long as

Constantijn and the
five Barons are alive.

To strike too soon
would have been rash.

To pass up a genuine
opportunity, that's suicide.

If you're so confident about your plan,
then we should tell it to Dylan.

Out of the question.
Dylan must not know.

The rules governing
the regency are clear.

If we both agree, we can out-vote
him no matter what he thinks.

Do you really believe that he'll let
the two of us dictate his actions?

Son, the Andromeda is Dylan's ship.
He'll do with it what he will.

And I guarantee that he
will not be an accomplice

to the execution of
Constantijn and his allies.

My Prince, if you rely
on people to play by the

rules, your reign will be
sad, violent and short.

Now what will it be?

A false peace with the
murderers of your family,

one that will expire the moment
Dylan leaves Ne'Holland,

or an unassailable throne?

Do it.

Kill them.
Spoken like King.

Tyr, Erik, report to
Command. Code black.

It's our entire defense fleet.

Rommie, how long would it
take you to destroy that fleet?

Six point two seconds.

That long?

We are being hailed by the flag ship,
someone named Admiral Alexander.

Another traitor. Commanded my
father's military during the war.

At the very end, while we were
evacuating, he went over to the Nobels.

On screen.

Admiral Alexander, commander in chief
of the Ne'Holland defence forces.

Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Captain, I have strict orders
not to allow you to pass.

Whose orders?

Your Highness, it's good to see
you, I was worried for you.

Not enough to stand by my side.

Prince Erik, your father
and I were like brothers,

but all this fighting is...

its destroying your people. And now that
it's over, it has to stay that way.

You've been a loyal subject Admiral,
and I appreciate your concerns.

In that case, I must admit, I am
worried for your highness' safety,

among these strangers.

Perhaps your highness would care
to join us on my flag ship.

I'm not among strangers,
Admiral.

These are my coregents,

and the Andromeda
is now my flagship.

Since you choose to remain there, may I
offer send over to see to your security?

Perhaps, I will confer
with my coregents.

Com link suspended.

You handled that well.

You listened, what did you hear?

His invitation was a trap, he's
working for Constantijn now.

But he's tired.

All he really wants is peace.

Do we let him send over his guards?
No, no...

We, we'll invite him over to address
his concerns about your safety.

But if Dylan can actually persuade
Alexander to switch sides,

we'll have the fleet
and the Andromeda.

The Nobles will have
no choice but to surrender...

peacefully.

Erik...

Alexander has no intention
of switching sides.

He only agreed to meet with Dylan to
see if there was a way to get to you.

We stick with our original plan,

unless you're getting cold feet.

You keep telling me not to trust
people, why should I trust you?

You shouldn't.

If you were smart you'd be
formulating our own backup plan.

One that would work whether you follow Dylan's
advice, mine or strike out on your own.

All the while making us both believe
that you trust us without question.

So...

do you trust me?

The Nobles are heavily guarded.

How do you plan on
getting close to them?

You see there again you are disrupting
the illusion that you have faith in me,

which at this point...

This is my life on the line,
now I asked you a question!

A question with an answer
rather not hear.

Coregent, if I'm to be King I need to be kept
informed of what to get me on the throne.

How did you get the
Nobles to trust you?

By offering them you.

I must say, I do find your
proposal intriguing.

So, you'll keep it in mind?

You have my word on it.
Thank you, sir.

So, how many can she fire again?

Forty missile launchers, each
firing eight rounds per second.

Nineteen thousand, two-hundred
rounds per minute.

At forty mega ton payloads?

Well, give or take.

A glorious heritage class
cruiser, like the Andromeda,

could completely depopulate a world
like Ne'Holland in under two minutes.

More tea?

Prince Erik?
Dylan would like to see you.

About what?

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

I have to choice between running for the
rest of my life and starting a war.

And the principle goal of my two advisors
seems to be making deals behind my back

and manipulating the
situation to their advantage.

Everything's great.

Dylan isn't trying to take
advantage of you. And Tyr?

Tyr, Tyr tries to take advantage
of everyone, it's his nature.

I'm seventeen years old.

I should be studying
with my tutors,

finding love,

not deciding the fate
of my world.

Dylan wanted to tell
you this himself but...

He, Constantijn and Alexander
were able to reach an agreement.

If you all agree to enter into formal
negotiations to share power with the Nobles,

they'll agree to a cease
fire and to your coronation.

The war is over your highness,
you're going home.

Where will the Nobles be?

Below the throne
and to the right.

Arch Duke Constantijn
will crown you of course,

and Admiral Alexander has provided royal
guards to line your procession route.

At my father's coronation, thousand of
people lined his route to throw rose petals.

Well this time, let's hope
nobody throws any grenades.

Your coronation will be broadcast by
holocam, your world will be watching.

Everything seems to be in order.

Let's go back and
run through this again.

Have we a deal?

How will you get my snipers
past the royal guards?

I've left breaks in
our security perimeters.

Here, here and here.

It's unfortunate
it's come to this.

Tragic.

You may not believe me,

but the Barons and I never wished
to make war against our king.

But someone had to stand
up for the people.

And rule them. Well the people can't
rule themselves, this is true.

But neither should any king,

at least not without
the aristocracy.

You have chosen the right side.

I've chosen the winning side.

Then we have a deal.

After Erik is dead, my snipers
will kill your Captain Hunt.

The Andromeda Ascendant
will be yours.

Your Majesty.

All is in readiness.

I don't understand why you
haven't already killed them.

Attack without provocation and the people
will think you are a despot murders his foes.

Allow them to attack you, and you
remain a blameless innocent.

The people will love you, even
as your foes breathe their last.

Yes?

Tyr.

So how are you feeling?

Dylan...

Dylan? The guests are ready.

- All of them?
- VIPs included.

My remote sentries are detecting
security breeches in the perimeter.

What's happening?

Something you wanted to tell me?

I...

I just wanted to thank you.

You're welcome.

Rommie.

Attention!

Announcing his royal
highness, Erik Rolandis

Hegador, son of his royal
majesty King Florin.

Prince of the grand
system of Ne'Holland.

Not until he steps out
of his tent, I want this

on camera. I want the
entire world to see.

We have to go. I think its best
if we just wait here for a while.

For what?

Stay back!

Hold your zone, hole your zone.

What is that?
I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of inviting
a couple of extra guests.

Ready.

Fire! Open fire now!

Loose weapons.
Secure the perimeter.

Loose weapons, aye.

You're killing them!
You're just like Tyr.

No, I'm better.

Tyr, we had a deal.
Did we?

Kill him!

You said you were on our side.

I said the winning side.

Perimeter's secure Captain.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

What did you do?

The same thing everybody else seems to
be doing around here, just making plans.

Looks like mine worked.

All of this,

for me.

This is what it costs,
the game of Kings.

You pay with blood.

I had no idea what
I was getting myself into,

but you did.

You've played this game before.

Did you learn anything?

Tyr taught me to be ruthless
that was the Nobel's way.

He taught me to try for peace,
diplomacy,

and to be ruthless
only as a last resort.

I've see enough.

I'm ready

Good.

Do I am my father's son,
I am not my father.

Where he fought,
I will find common ground.

Where he commanded,
I will listen.

And where he seized all the power
he could bare, I will share it.

A government elected by the
people, and for the people.

Because I am only
one man, and you,

you are Ne'Holland.

Long live the people!

Long live the King!
Long live the King!

Long live the King!
Long live the King!

A democracy? How quaint.

Yes Tyr, I know, you would have
preferred Erik as a dictator.

No sir, I should have very much
liked our young Erik to survive.

Your way I give him a month.

You've won for now, but in
the long run my good captain

I must believe you've
placed the wrong bet.

I didn't bet on Erik,

I bet on them.

The people.

A vote for everyone, including the
soldiers, especially the soldiers.

Each of whom will be
granted an equal share of

the Nobles land when they
put down their arms.

Isn't it a lucky thing for
you then that Constantijn

and the Baron's land has suddenly become
available to prop up your new government.

Yes, lucky for me.

Tyr, those people
you told Erik to study,

Sun-su, Heados of Thonia,
Makiavelli, I've read them too.

Well, Captain Hunt,
I didn't know you could be so...

Literate.

Long live the King!