All language subtitles for Seaquest DSV S02E12 Lostland-eng

There it is again.

There's what, Commander?

Dark.

Vast deposits of dark
down here, Captain.

You're sure you're
not hallucinating?

Me?

How long have I been down here?

Thirty hours.

You know, we have enough data.
We could bring him up.

Can't we wait till he
starts hallucinating?

That's not in his personality.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's not necessarily
a compliment.

Whoa!

His heart rate
jumped dramatically.

Jonathan, I think
it's time to come up.

Jonathan?

You know, his pulse rate's
way off the charts.

I am going to bring him up.

No!

Wait!

O'Neill, I think we have
a potential bomb threat.

Let's go to amber alert.

Condition amber.

Molecular scan engaged.

Laser disintegration
process complete.

It's clear.

You saw a flash of light?

Yes, sir.

In the form of a giant warrior?

Stay out of my head, Doctor.

It's hard to do when your
thoughts are screaming.

A warrior?

A flash of light

refracted by floating debris
suggested something like that, yes.

Where'd the light come from?

I don't know.

Dagwood, fill the tank and get
it submerged before it degrades.

Captain, would you
hold it steady?

Radiocarbon testing
will date it.

It looks like Egyptian
mummification,

maybe 2000 BC.

We've got a Greek helmet
that must be, what, 500 BC?

And now we've got an Egyptian
head in a Greek helmet.

That's 1,500 years apart.

Miguel?

Miguel?

Ortiz!

Yes, Lieutenant?

Keep those things away from me.

I feel like you're throwing
bean balls or something.

WSKRS are precision
instruments, Lieutenant.

They would never hurt you.

See, I can get within inches.

I think you're ready for
my refresher course

in survival training,
huh, Ortiz?

WSKRS aren't picking up
anything else, Lieutenant.

You can wrap up the hunt.

What a disappointment.

I was hoping to find a
femur or something.

No.

No. No, it's not Greek.

It looks like Greek,
but it's not Greek.

It's not Egyptian or
Phoenician either.

You know, Ortiz knows
about mythology.

He might be able to help.

Ortiz is overseeing
the excavation.

There's Peruvian
symbolism, Mayan markings,

but it's not Peruvian or Mayan.

There it is.

What?

Repetition.

The basis for
deciphering language.

How big do you think the man
was who wore this helmet?

What are all these holes?

Ventilation, you think?

Sir, these symbols were carved
after the helmet was forged,

so this isn't just a
warrior's helmet,

it's a journal.

!I am Deucalion,

!the son and keeper of
our dead King Cassios,

!and sole survivor of.

"Atlantis."

Atlantis?

You sure?

Yes, sir.

Set a course for the
Hatteras Abyssal Plain.

That's 2,000 miles away, sir.

Don't you think I know that?

If O'Neill is right,

every fortune hunter with a
pick-axe and a dive helmet

is gonna be swarming
these waters.

Better conceal our
coordinates, too.

Radio carbon testing dates
the skull to 10000 BC.

We're going to lock
this head and the hand

in the hyperbaric chamber
and black out the windows.

This is now a classified event.

Take that sword and put it in
the ward room. Post a guard.

Don't let anyone in there
without O'Neill's permission.

O'Neill?

That a problem?

No, sir.

Captain, I can't study these
in the hyperbaric chamber.

Well, they waited 12,000
years to be found.

You can wait a few
days to test them.

Captain...

We must control what we find.

Captain, what did we find that
requires all this secrecy?

Atlantis.

Mag-Lev engaged.

Atlantis?

Is there an echo in here?

Next stop, A-Deck.

There's no need to be so snide.

Don't patronize me.

What's the matter with you?

The minute I notify the UEO

that we have any evidence
of a lost continent,

this whole thing is going
to turn into a photo op

for political dolts everywhere.

What we found
belongs to history,

to mankind, not politicians.

Well, if we found Atlantis,
that will change history.

Oh, yes.

And then we'll have more to
deal with than politicians.

That's why we have to
watch our p's and q's.

Please wait for full stop.

A- Deck. Thank you
for riding Mag-Lev.

Watch your diet, Captain.

I think you're getting
too much sugar.

Get me Secretary McGath
on a secure transmission.

Nathan, are you all right?

Yes.

SeaQuest has discovered
physical evidence

of the lost continent
of Atlantis.

Are you serious?

Have you ever known me
to be anything else?

The ship's logs will
carry the particulars.

Course set for Hatteras?

On our way, sir,
at cruise speed.

Okay, descend two thermals.

Full speed ahead.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Carry on, people.

O'Neill says you know a
lot about mythology.

No, just Plato's story, Critias.

Why Critias?

Refers to Atlantis.

Read everything ever
written on Atlantis.

Okay. O'Neill needs
you in the ward room.

Yes, sir.

Fire!

I saw a fire in the chair.

I did!

Didn't anybody see the fire?

There was a fire in the chair.

You saw it, too?

No.

But there must have been,
because you saw it.

Thanks, Dagwood.

I will clean the
Captain's chair.

What's with my chair?

I thought it was on fire, sir.

I am seeing things, Captain.

I should be relieved of duty.

Can't anybody on this boat be
responsible for their own actions?

If you want to be relieved,
relieve yourself.

You're a commander. Don't
come whining to me.

I'm not running a
boat for victims.

Pull yourself together, man.

What's going on?

I don't know.

The Commander's freaking out,

I don't know what's
wrong with the Captain.

Lieutenant, who's gonna run
this boat if they can't?

Who's gonna tell
them they can't?

Lucas.

Yeah?

Why aren't you in uniform?

I'm a civilian, Captain.

If you're going to work on the Bridge,
you're going to be in uniform.

Yeah, but...

But what?

Sir, the UEO executive launch

will be docking in five minutes.

Swell.

Break out the party
hats and the drinks.

Sir, that is Secretary
General McGath.

Aren't you going to meet him?

Meet him yourself. I'm
running a submarine here.

And take him with you.

I don't want to see him on the
Bridge without a uniform.

What do you want from me?

What?

I'm going insane.

How much longer?

Well, I don't know. It's
a lost alphabet, Jim.

It's going to take some time.

McGath is arriving,

and Ford and the Captain are
exhibiting aberrant behavior.

The Captain just wants to protect
this find from gold-diggers.

Yeah, and Ford just spent
30 hours in the DSL.

I mean, you were in it.

Wouldn't 30 hours in that thing
make you a little weird?

No, this is beyond weird.

I don't think either one
of them is fit to command.

That's a serious
charge, Lieutenant.

I know.

Everyone's on edge around here.

Yeah.

Hey, you better be
careful with that thing.

Bridger got a pretty good
sting putting that on.

What are all these holes?

Ventilation, maybe.

I don't know.

Come on, Deucalion.

Your penmanship sucks.

Deucalion?

The guy who inscribed
the helmet.

In Greek mythology,
Deucalion was like Noah.

He built an ark to survive
the floods sent by Zeus.

Floods?

Rain?

That's it. That's the word.

What word?

The one I couldn't get past.

Here.

Some of these symbols
are just letters,

and some of them
are hieroglyphs,

a single symbol
representing a whole word.

I was stuck on "rain."

So this passage reads,

"Five days of rain."

"If the stars return, I will
mark my helmet to guide me home"

!and curse the living
flesh of the heathen

!who follows the path

!to rob our graves.!

Told you.

You didn't tell me
there was a curse.

I just found out myself.

There's a map on the helmet.

Where? I don't see one.

But you just said

that he marked his way back
to Atlantis on the helmet.

Yeah, but maybe he
didn't have time.

Hey!

Miguel!

Executive Launch
One has arrived.

Secretary McGath.

Lieutenant.

Where's Captain Bridger?

He's busy.

This is Frobe Ernst,
UEO Antiquities.

This is Lieutenant James Brody.

Lieutenant. Hello.

We can't wait to
see the artifacts.

Could you please excuse us?

Sir.

The Captain and Commander Ford
are behaving erratically.

I believe we have a
serious situation.

Let's get Frobe
to the artifacts,

and then I'll talk with Nathan.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Hey, Ortiz, what do you got
there, a Cuban kitchen knife?

I was just joking, man.

Ortiz!

You've gotta do something.

I can't relieve the
Captain of duty.

Being obnoxious is not
a medical disability.

I've never seen him
like this before.

Well, it's a man thing.

Sometimes you men need
to growl and make noise.

Can't you just read his mind?
Make sure he's all right?

I read his mind.

Today's he's a gorilla,
tomorrow he'll be a pussycat.

Whoa.

Put it down, Miguel.

General alert!

Sensor Chief Ortiz is
armed and dangerous.

Security, capture and detain.

Explanation, Lieutenant?

Sir, Ortiz took the sword.

He's threatening crew with it.

I know that. I refer
to your equivocating.

Mr. Ortiz, if you
do not surrender,

you will be shot on sight.

You got that, Lieutenant?

Nathan.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Secretary.

Don't you think

a shoot-on-sight order
might be a little severe?

Well, he attacked a
security officer.

If he doesn! T
surrender, shoot him.

That goes way beyond
gorilla, doesn't it?

Definitely beyond gorilla.

I need to see the artifacts.

Sir, you should relieve
him of his command.

I'm not ready for the last order

on his service record to read,

"Relieved of duty by the
Secretary General of the UEO."

Shouldn't you be
dealing with Ortiz?

Yes, sir.

You could order Bridger
down temporarily,

and it wouldn't become a part
of his permanent record.

I don't have a reason.

You have suspicious behavior.

I need to see the helmet.

Lucas, will you show
us to the ward room?

Yeah.

You have to decide what is
best for your boat, Doctor.

Who is it?

Wendy Smith.

Go away, Doctor.

I can't do that, Commander.

Thanks.

I'm relieving myself of duty and
requesting a psychiatric evaluation.

I suppose you have
to sign off on that.

You don't need an evaluation.

I'm seeing ghosts.

Spirits.

More than one? No.

And one fire.

Well, the fire might be a traumatic
experience from the spirit's life.

Don't assume you're going crazy.

Do you believe in the soul?

That the essence of who you are

can exist independent
of your physical self?

Yes.

Then isn't it possible, if the soul
is tormented by something unfinished,

that a part of it might
cling to the physical world

until whatever's
unfinished is resolved?

For 12,000 years?

Well, you can't put a
clock on eternity.

Why am I the only
one who sees it?

Maybe you're the only
one that needs to.

I don't know.

What I do know is

that seaQuest needs you to be
in control of your faculties.

Well, how can I be in
control of my faculties

when I'm seeing things
that nobody else sees?

I hear things no one else hears.

I live with it, I even use it.

If you accept a reality
unique to yourself,

and you keep it in its place,

you can run seaQuest.

This is incredible.

A psychiatrist is telling me
that it's okay to stay on duty,

as long as you keep your
imaginary friend in his place.

I'm telling you we
have bigger problems.

Bridger and Ortiz are
lashing out at everyone.

How long before I start
lashing out, Doctor?

It may be just a matter of time.

Whatever's affecting them
is not affecting you.

They're consumed
by their problems.

You're completely aware of yours,
but you're dealing with it.

You have the capacity
to run seaQuest.

Captain Bridger doesn't.

McGath is aboard.

Oh.

Oh, what?

I think you're afraid to lead.

I'm not afraid to lead.

Then do it.

Weapons, when was
your last diagnostic?

Don't look at the screen.

You're supposed to know it.

Change places with Navigation.

But, sir, I...

But what?

Take Weapons.

This is a last-man bridge.

That means that the
last man on the Bridge

should be able to
captain the boat.

Well, Piccolo.

You take Communications.

Platform positions,
one seat to the left.

Move.

Move!

Oh, now, come on.

What's it gonna be, seaman?

Is it gonna be the
chair or the brig?

You see, the trouble with you
people is that you operate solely

out of the tiny sphere
of your own expertise

without any regard for the
functions of the rest of the boat.

Well, this boat is a living,
breathing organism,

and it stretches out a
thousand feet behind us.

And how we inhabit that
organism depends solely

on how you use your facilities
to work all of its systems.

I gave you a direct order.

No, Tony, no.

Per UEO Naval Article Eighteen,

I am relieving you of command.

The hell you are! Grab him!

All right, come on, Captain.

Let's take him down to Med-Bay.

Come on.

Henderson, take the column.

Come on, Captain, take it easy.

Not now.

Get him in, watch his head.

There was nothing on
the scan, was there?

There's nothing wrong with me.

No.

I've got a headache.

Apparently that's enough to
humiliate me in front of my crew.

Calm down, Nathan.

Calm down?

And you stood there, watching.

And you, you were the
knife, twisting, twisting.

You're not yourself.

Whose self am I?

His?

He's hallucinating.

All of this is going
into my report.

All of you mutinous weasels
are going into my report.

Now, you let me out
of here, you hear me?

You let me out, you let me out!

Sorry, Nathan.

You don't know that this
hieroglyph says rain.

For all you know,
it says strudel.

You think this says,
"Five days of strudel"?

I don't if it says five
days rain or strudel.

Yes, you do.

I do not.

Why are denying it?

McGATH: Gentlemen.

I want this helmet
taken to an institute

where an objective academic
researcher can examine it.

I'm objective.

You're trying to prove
Atlantis existed.

That's not objective,
that's foolish.

Frobe, is this helmet
not authentic?

From Babylon or perhaps
Greece, but not Atlantis.

That's where it says it's from.

You made it say that.

If I wanted, I could make it
say it's from Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh or Babylon, how did
it end up where we found it?

Yes. Where did you find it?

Captain Bridger secured
those coordinates.

I want it off the ship.

Commander?

Mr. Secretary?

Professor Ernst,

you have a very
impressive resume,

but you've debunked every academic
theory on the existence of Atlantis.

Last year, you had a scholar

who disagreed with you
removed from school.

An Assistant Professor Obatu.

Now, isn't it just as
biased to say things aren't

as to say they are if you
don't have proof either way?

In academic research, things
aren't till they are.

Who is this?

Why am I arguing with a child?

This is Lucas Wolenczak.

He's a member of the
seaQuest science staff.

Oh.

What are your credentials?

Oh, magna cum laude,

Applied Science of Artificial
Intelligence, Stanford.

Lucas.

Professor Obatu?

Yeah.

Born in Kenya, degrees in Mediterranean
and Mid-eastern history.

Published several plausible theories
on the existence of Atlantis.

One of which prompted his
dismissal from Oxford.

Put it on the vid-screen.

The helmet stays.

Tim, stop what you're doing.

We've got to get Obatu on board.

Yes, sir.

Stop!

Come on!

Drop the sword, Miguel.

Professor Obatu.

Mr. Secretary.

Obatu.

Commander Jonathan Ford.

You have proof, don't you?

Yes.

These are the alphabets
from Mayan to Phoenician...

Carthage.

They're a thousand years old,

totally different civilizations,

and yet they're so similar.

Now, how can that be?

They were taught to write
by the same scholars.

Will you call up the globe?

Yeah.

Stop.

Mayans flourished
in 1500 BC here.

Thousands of miles
of forbidding ocean

separates them from the ancient
Mediterranean cultures.

How could they share
similar written languages

unless there was a land
that brought them together?

Here, the continent of Atlantis.

Isn't that so, Dr. Ernst?

I'm Tim O'Neill.

That's Lucas Wolenczak.

And this is as far as I've
gotten on the translation.

Excellent work.

Thank you.

My sword.

"Once Atlantis ruled the earth."

"Now she's gone."

"Food and water are gone."

!There is not enough cloth to
protect my king, my father.

!I gave him my battlements
for the next world.

!I will not live
to pass them on.!

I believe it was the custom

to pass the battlements of war
from one generation to another.

When he thought he would die

and not have children to pass
the helmet and sword to,

the warrior buried
his father in it.

But he survived, had children,

but couldn't continue the
ritual of the family legacy,

so it's tortured his
spirit ever since.

Until now.

This is the land you found.

You shouldn't...

The journey is complete.

The story of Atlantis
was passed down

through 500 generations
of my family.

You should be careful
with the helmet.

Our sensor chief and captain put
it on and hurt themselves badly.

They both wore the helmet?

Yes.

Then they will very likely die.

Med-Bay, give me a status
report on Bridger and Ortiz.

I need an E-vac, stat.

Ortiz is in coronary seizure.

Clear!

Bridge, all channels!

Scramble the nearest naval E-vac

for priority medical emergency.

O'Neill, take the column.

Hang in there, Miguel.

Hang in there.

I don't know if
he'll last an hour.

Well, that's the best
ETA on any E-vac.

How can that be?

We're right off the coast
of North Carolina.

We're in the middle
of the Atlantic.

I turned the boat around after
relieving the Captain of duty.

What's wrong with them?

Well, they both wore the helmet.

I examined it.

What's there is the residue
of mummification chemicals.

I mean, that has
to be the cause,

but I can't identify any toxins.

Other than that, the
helmet's pure gold.

In ancient cultures, a gold helmet
would have had healing qualities.

It does.

It also has a curse.

O'Neill, was there anything
written on the helmet

about breaking a curse?

No, but I haven't finished
the translation yet.

Mag-Lev engaged.

Be seated to avoid injury.

I need to leave on the
Secretary General's shuttle.

I'm Dr. Ernst.

It's an emergency and
it's classified.

I'm security cleared
and I need to leave.

Yes, sir.

Where's the helmet?

I didn't... I didn't take it.

Where is Ernst?

Come on.

We're ready, sir.

Loading Area B

must be cleared by 1800 hours.

Loading Area B
must be cleared...

Security, take this
man to the brig.

Security to Launch Bay.

Here.

Well?

I don't know.

Professor Obatu?

It's a cure we cannot have.

Why can't we have it?

"A pure heart passing
through Atlantis"

"and resisting its treasures
will resist the curse."

What does that mean?

It means to survive

they have to go to Atlantis and
defy the temptations to steal.

Oh, boy.

Well, they can't do
that now, can they?

Atlantis doesn't exist anymore.

Only in my mind.

How does it exist in your mind?

Academic studies, family stories
handed down through generations,

genetic imprint of my ancestors.

I have a very clear
picture of Atlantis.

Show it to me. Pardon me?

Show it to me.

I'm telepathic. I
can read minds.

I've never spoken
to them before,

but maybe I can be a
conduit for your vision.

Will they see they're
being tested?

If they do, the curse
won't be lifted.

Well, they'll only see what
you choose them to see.

Ready?

Excuse me.

Who are you?

And why are you so happy?

I want to thank you for
supporting my keeping this.

Well, it's your
inheritance, isn't it?

Your ancestor's spirit
waited a long time

for it to find its
rightful home.

Yes. But my ancestral rights

don't mean much to
the governments.

Well, one helmet, more or less,

isn't going to change the world.

What they really want
to find is Atlantis.

I don't think my ancestor got
around to carving the directions.

I'd like to speak to the
professor alone, if I may.

Yes, sir.

Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine, thanks to you.

Okay, good.

My thanks to you, too, Doctor.

No.

Yes.

If only for a moment, I
touched my homeland.

You did that for me.

Well, the journey
was thanks enough.

Keep in touch.

Commander.

You are the warrior here.

I suspect your roots might
run to Atlantis, too.

I can't.

You can.

Can you believe this?

No, I can't believe this.

How important is it for
you to find Atlantis?

For me? In my heart,
it's everything.

On the helmet,

is there any indication of
season or location for Atlantis?

Well, yes.

I think it's the
summer solstice.

See here, "The sash guides
me on the longest day."

It may have just been the
longest day of the journey.

I know where Atlantis is.

This is a celestial chart.
I want you to have it.

Thank you.

I want you to have this, too.

A sailor uses a sextant
to charter a course

by plotting the stars,

and your ancestor was
a hell of a sailor.

There was something about the
helmet that was bothering me,

and I didn't see it till I
was lying down over there.

The hole, Professor,
the heavens.

Constellations, stars,

as seen from some time
around June, 10000 BC.

Now, the sash must
be Orion's belt.

I figure if you learn
to use that sexton,

you can follow your
ancestors all the way home.

Hi, I'm Don Franklin,

and behind me is one of the
ocean's most magnificent animals,

the Pseudorca, or the
false killer whale.

Pseudorcas have sleek, black skin
and long, torpedo-shaped bodies.

Their primary diet consists of
large fish, like cod and tuna.

When fully grown, Pseudorcas
average 18 feet in length,

and weigh nearly 3, 000 pounds.

Flourishing in temperate
waters worldwide,

their exact numbers are unknown.

With time, hopefully
we'll know more

about these magnificent animals.

See you on the next
adventure of seaQuest.