All language subtitles for Seaquest DSV S02E14 Dream Weaver-eng

The Triangulum galaxy.

Three hundred billion planets, each one
a thousand times larger than Earth.

A mass of more than fifty thousand
light-years from end to end.

And yet surprisingly enough,

not a single, decent
place to eat.

It must be weird,

being an astronomer and
not being able to see.

Oh, I don't know.

What do you see when you
look up at the sky at night?

The moon. Stars.

Tiny little dots, far, far away.

Our eyes drawn to the twinkle
of a hundred billion galaxies.

Giving life to illusion,
illusion to life.

Something upon which
to hang our hopes.

So why do you have a telescope?

It came with the place.

Show me something else.

I don't see anything.

You will.

Wow!

That was cool!

Is this a bad time, Professor?

Scott.

My friend and I were just
admiring your comet.

New research
assistant, professor?

Oh, come on, Commander,

you know I put the education of our
youth ahead of my own pathetic needs

for love and understanding.

We envy your sacrifice, Tobias.

And now, if you'll extend that courtesy
to Lucas, we could uplink your trackers.

We've got a comet to
recover, remember?

You! Re right.

Hey, Lucas, when the Commander
picks a name for his comet,

make sure he goes with
something folksy.

None of that Alpha
Bravo numbers crap.

He's been pushing "Wolenczak's
Comet" all morning.

Hey! Hey, come on,
that's folksy.

Hey, listen, if that thing
burns itself out before

I've had a chance to study
it, I'm calling it quits.

The energy it's packing, it could be
my ticket out of our solar system.

You! Re sure there! S something
out there worth your time?

Well, I'm sure I'm not gonna find out
till I get out there and take a look.

You're pretty casual about
interstellar travel, aren't you?

On the contrary, Captain,

I find the idea fascinating.

It's just that, to date,

nothing's ever fallen out of
the sky that's done anything

but remind us how
vulnerable we are.

I'm on-line, professor.

The comet just passed through the
Kuiper belt. She's wet in 16 minutes.

She's flying!

Lieutenant Brody?

Status report.

Recovery team prepped
and ready, sir.

Science personnel call
for recovery operation.

Commander, this
stuff is amazing.

Hydrogen particles,
remnant radiation,

absolute matter, just
a few seconds old.

I mean, if these
readings are correct,

that comet has traversed the entire
known universe in less than six weeks.

That's billions of
light-years from end to end.

Nothing moves that fast.

Dominant absolute matter does.

Absolute matter is a
theory, it doesn't exist.

I mean, if it did,

anyone could travel between
galaxies in the blink of an eye.

What do you think of
my comet now, Tobias?

I think you better
keep an eye on it.

Lieutenant. What's wrong?

I can't get to it, sir.

This thing's going up
like a giant Bromo.

I don't know how much more
of this heat I can take.

You able to recover anything?

No, sir, nothing. She! S gone.

We! Ve got every available unit in
the area sweeping the perimeter.

Unfortunately, telemetry readings
aren't holding out much hope.

Surface temperatures have
even returned to normal.

It's like it never happened.

Scott, it was a comet.

It fell to Earth, it broke apart.
That! S what comets do.

Yeah. Well, interstellar travel
just slipped through my fingers.

If I don't find a way to
travel outside our galaxy,

I'm gonna lose my
funding to this guy.

Hey, I lent you my
boat, didn't I?

Look, Tobias, if I
didn't know you better,

I! D swear that you were
glad this thing broke apart.

I'm glad no one got hurt.

Whenever you go up against
the forces of nature

and get out with your hide intact,
why you thank your lucky stars.

You thank them.

If you ask me, I got ripped off.

Scott,

you've been to Mars and back.

Do you know how many
people went with you?

Everyone from Leonardo Da
Vinci to the Wright brothers

was strapped inside that tin
can right alongside you.

When our time comes, your
contributions will be there, too.

Well, I don't plan on being
there in spirit, Tobias.

I plan on being there in person.

Professor, thanks again for
the use of your trackers.

Anytime, Nathan.

Kind of embarrassing
falling on your face

in front of the man who
taught you everything.

Sorry, Commander. We had six hours out
there, and we're just pulling up water.

There's a cold front
stirring things up.

Even if there were something to find,
by now it's been blown miles from here.

Thanks for trying.

You can call the
rest in, Jonathan.

Aye, sir.

Seacraft, Alpha and Bravo,
mission one is scrapped.

Return to base.

Roger that, seaQuest.
We! Re heading in.

Tobias is one of the
great minds of our time.

Totally blind, and
there isn't a solar

system in our galaxy
that he hasn't charted.

Did you know that when
he was seven years old,

that he pinpointed the exact
moment that the universe was born?

I mean, at age seven, I barely
knew my own birth date.

And at fourteen, he holds
Newton's chair at Cambridge.

Oh, and I thought you
were competitive with me.

It's like he was
born for one reason.

It was to open our eyes to
the wonders of the universe.

You should've seen him.

This skinny little
fourteen-year-old kid

totally captivating a roomful
of NASA pencil necks.

Made us all feel
like we were idiots.

You know, intelligence
can only take us so far.

Then we have to
get out and walk.

Yeah.

Well, you're lucky, Nathan,
you've got this boat.

Your universe will
always be within reach.

I'll never have that.

What is it, my friend?

He wants us to follow.

What is it, pal?

Darwin can! T leave. Too slimy.

What? An oil spill? What?

Not oil. Blanket.

A blanket?

O'Neill, what's he saying?

I don't know. I'm not
reading any contaminants.

There's no internal ruptures
or fuel leaks either.

Engage a WSKR.

Aye, sir.

Where is the blanket?

Around seaQuest.
Brings new life.

WSKR view up, sir.

Looks like a cocoon.

Ortiz, how deep are we?

I have no idea, sir. Anything I ping
out, just pings right back at me.

Captain, I! M on...

I think someone should have a look at this
thing. I don! T know what it is but...

Piccolo, repeat. Piccolo?

He's in C-Deck, sir.

And it's got like everything
shoved into a corner

and I really think somebody ought
to come down here and look at this!

Anybody?

What is that?

The pimple from hell.

Has a main line busted?

Lucas, check the
rest of the hull.

Feels like it's full of liquid.

Maybe the head's backed up,
'cause this thing stinks.

Structural integrity's fine.

Let's try the sonogram.

Okay.

Captain.

It's a baby.

Yeah, but a baby what?

Interior Base 7, this is Commander
Scott Keller, do you copy?

I need a priority one signal.

What kind of baby is it?

Question of the hour, Dag.

I'll tell you what it is.

It's an unknown biologic that's
dragging us to the ocean floor.

I think it's kind of cute.

Base 7, this is Commander Keller.
Do you copy?

I'm sorry, sir. I
can't hold a signal.

Nothing can work in this heat.

Can we surface?

We're too heavy, Scott. I can't
afford to risk blowing the ballasts.

This thing is feeding off
the bio-skin of our boat.

It's growing.

That's what babies do, Dag.

No. He's right. It is growing.

We're about to give
birth to an alien.

Nathan, we've got
to tell someone.

I'd like to share your enthusiasm, but
I've got a submarine to get back on-line.

Activate level 10 emergency
oxygen procedures.

Report to designated
shelter stations.

That thing breathes our air.

Our air, our water. All systems
have shut down in sequence.

All right, Commander, let's
go to level 10 emergency.

Lock off everything
above the sea deck.

I want to move as far away
from this thing as possible.

And I want guards on that
thing around the clock.

Aye, sir.

Okay, people. Let's move it.

That's it.

No more juice.

We've seen enough.

It's got a full charge.

Good. Hook it up
to your tracker.

Let's hunt that thing down.

O'Neill? I need a damage report.

Well, from what I can tell, sir,
there is no damage, just no power.

All these cells have
been drained dry.

All right, everyone stay in that
shelter till this thing is found.

Ford and Brody are going
on a search party.

The rest of us will be
back as soon as we can.

I want all corridors sealed
and locked behind us.

Is everyone accounted for?

No, sir. We have three no-shows.

Miguel's one of them.

I got activity on B-Deck.

Ortiz is missing?

Don't worry, Dagwood,
we'll find him.

Coulter, Novacek, run
flank with Brody.

You two with me. Yes, sir.

I'm going, too. No, you're not.

Nathan, this is my deal.

I can handle myself.

Okay, gentlemen, stay sharp.
Let's move.

I thought the aliens
were our friends.

Well, I guess there's a good and
bad in everything, Dagwood.

Is this a bad in everything?

Yes. This is a very
bad in everything.

It smells like a
bad in everything.

I'm getting something up ahead.

Come on.

Weapons on full. There's
something in here.

Miguel?

Ortiz?

Stop, you'll hit Coulter!

Lieutenant, what's going on?

It snatched Coulter right up through
the grid work above C - Deck!

Jonathan, he! S right below you.

Any sign of Miguel?

He was here, that's all I know.

Be careful, man.
This thing is fast.

What's up here?

It's the Mag-Lev.

But he's not up there.
Brody says he's on B-Deck.

He was here for some reason.

You can't make sense of this
thing, Commander. It's a predator.

Yeah.

Well, he may be a predator,

but he's trying to
make sense of us.

Brody, meet us at Mag-Lev.

It's a scrub.

No, uh-uh.

Let's blast this one right now.

No, wait.

It's not another one.

It's Ortiz.

A person is missing
until found, Commander.

Aye, sir.

If Ortiz is on this
boat, we'll find him.

Get me Scott again.

Yeah?

Scott, what do we got here?

Oh, I wish I knew, Nathan.
He's collecting things.

Books, photographs, clothes,
things from our world.

You think it's capable of
processing information?

This stuff isn't random.

He wants something.

Well, I'm not gonna wait
to find out what it is.

My interest in science lags
when my crew is endangered.

This doesn't necessarily
mean that Ortiz is dead.

No, sir.

Of course not. No.
Absolutely not, sir.

These comlines can be set up for
emergency power by satellite, right?

Yeah, but the E.B.S.
controls it from their end.

Yeah. But we can tap into
them if we need them, right?

Yes. But the power
would be negligible.

I mean, I'm not even
sure how much power

you can pull out
of the atmosphere.

If it powers one extra pulse
rifle, it's worth it.

Yeah.

Okay, we'd have to find a hot
wire somewhere along the system.

Here. Communications.

Well, somebody's gonna
have to crawl through

forty feet of ductwork
to get there.

I'll do it. It's no problem.

I'll go.

You better let me
do this, all right?

Why, because it's dangerous?

Let me earn my keep, would you?

But remember, if you see
anything or hear anything,

don't hesitate to push
that all-alert flash.

Got it. Thanks.

Me and my big mouth.

I'm in.

Nothing. Either his trail ends
here, or this battery's dead.

Well, where is he?

Is there any other way to get this
thing operational without power?

A back-up system?

No. Once the power goes
down, Mag-Lev goes with it.

If you're between stations, you
gotta hoof it to the next stop.

I've done it. It ain't pretty.

What about through here?

No. It couldn't have gone through there.
That's an emergency exit.

Even with no power, if
somebody goes through there,

an alarm sounds throughout
the entire boat.

Not if he's fried
the alarm system.

If he's inside the Mag-Lev tunnel,
he can access the entire boat.

He's smarter than I thought.

Dag, am I glad to see you.

I'm glad to see you. Where
is the baby bad thing?

Does that look like
the work of a baby?

Help me out, would you?

Dag?

Dagwood.

You all right?

We barely even fazed that thing.

Miguel?

Thanks.

The others didn't make it out.

I tried to make it to the shelter,
but the boat was sealed up tight.

Dagwood, you saved my life, man.

Thanks.

You're welcome, man.

It was a bad thing.

Let's get you guys
to safe quarters.

Tim?

I was able to hotwire
the Vidlink.

It! S re-booting
through memory now.

Great job.

Ortiz is fine.

A little banged up, but he'll
live to tell his grandkids.

Henderson?

Lonnie?

Scott, my friend and I were
just admiring your comet.

Lonnie!

Tim!

Tim!

Don't worry, Lonnie. I'm coming!

Tim!

Lonnie! Tim!

I got you. Whoa!

No!

Recharge weapons, then
the medical facilities.

You might as well
charge your shavers

as useless as these pulse
rifles are against that thing.

Captain, what about Henderson?

I'm not getting anything
on the tracker, Lucas.

Well, then your
trackers are wrong.

It's busted or something,
the batteries are low.

But there's no way she can be gone.
She can't be gone!

It's fully charged, Lucas.
I'm sorry.

Easy. Easy.

Maybe she's hiding. Like Ortiz.

Even with Miguel down in
the belly of this beast,

it always registered something.

I should've gone.

It should've been me.

Captain, I'm getting something
in the engine room.

It's Henderson.

No. No. It's moving too fast.

Do we have enough power
to charge the ballast?

Some. Yeah, but not enough to drag us to
the surface with this shell around us.

What happens if we
empty the swim tubes?

We might have more
pressure to work with.

All right. Let's do it.

Secure Darwin in the moon pool,

and we'll suck this thing into the swim
tubes and blast it out through the ballast.

Lucas.

Yeah?

This was Henderson's choice.

And no matter what it looks
like, it's not your fault.

Yeah, whether it's my fault or
not, it sure feels like it is.

I guess I fail to
see the difference.

Darwin's secured in
C-Deck, Captain.

The tubes are drained.

He's on the move!

O'Neill, seal off B-Deck. Now!

He's gone. We missed him.

Here, give me that thing.

Rumor has it there's a blind
spot up around the lock port

I hide in to get out
of kitchen duty.

I really doubt it's true, sirs,
but hey, you never know.

Must be true.

O'Neill, flood the tubes.

Flood tubes six and seven. Now!

It's Henderson. She's alive!

Piccolo. Got her, sir.

All right, let! S
close them down.

Come on. Come on.

Grab her legs. Get them.

I knew you'd make it.

I knew you couldn't be gone.

Thanks. I was hiding
from that thing.

I crawled inside the ballast.

Easy, easy. Just take it easy.

I saw it get flushed out the ballast tubes.
It's gone, sir.

Let's get her to Med Bay.

No. I can make it. I'm okay.

When this is all over, this tub's gonna
need some serious spring-cleaning.

What is this stuff?

Excess cocoonage. It's
jamming the swim tubes.

But it seems to be breaking up.

Ortiz, let's see if we
can re-boot the system.

Aye, sir.

It's working, sir.

Vidlink, oxygen, thrusters.
Everything's coming back on-line.

We may be out of the woods.

Brody, run a scan over all of seaQuest.
Make sure this thing is really gone.

Don't have to, sir. I can tell you
right now, it's still on board.

Where?

Launch Bay and moving fast.

Who's driving that thing?

I don't know, sir. They have
their Vidlink turned off.

Start the security cam
in the Launch Bay.

Aye-aye, sir.

What is she doing?

Ortiz, override its power.

I can't, sir. That thing's completely
fried the guidance system.

I have no control over it.

Scott, my friend and I were
just admiring your comet.

Vidlink always re-boot
through memory?

Just the last few uplinks.

It's only got about 10-K.

And this same transmission
played back when Henderson

tapped into the E.B.S.
satellite system.

So we have mass times
density into space,

giving us the so-called
bending of time.

But if time does truly loop around
in its much ballyhooed continuum,

why, then, can we only remember
the past, and not the future?

Because pure density only
exists in absolute matter.

But absolute matter
doesn't exist.

It's a concept.

Unless you mean the absence
of matter, miss...

Henderson. Lonnie.

Miss Henderson Lonnie.

No, that's not what I meant. I
assume density is absolute.

And you assume correctly.

I will see you all Thursday.

Anything else, Miss
Henderson Lonnie?

Wouldn't the same mass density
ratio also apply in absolutes?

No. It would not.

Can I ask why?

If I can ask why such enormous questions
come from such a pretty voice.

Okay, you caught me.

I memorized them from
one of your book discs.

I was trying to get your
attention by impressing you.

Now, why would someone
want to do that?

I have a very curious mind.

Are you as thirsty as I am,
Miss Henderson Lonnie?

Readings are redlining.

It's coming from that direction.

What drives our need to understand these
things that twinkle on around us?

Isn't it just knowing that this
great unknown is out there?

The wonder, the
sheer inspiration.

"Thou art the star, for
which all evening waits."

Oh, sorry.

I'm a sucker for
great inspiration.

Did I do something
to deserve that?

I guess I'm a
sucker for it, too.

You threw that thing
halfway across the room.

Oh, more than halfway,
I should think.

What's it want, Tobias?
Why'd it come after you?

Thank you for saving
my life, my friend.

We lost it in the woods. That
thing could be anywhere by now.

It won't go far.

I'm the one he wants.

The only ones in danger are the people
standing in the way of my execution.

I should've seen this coming.

I have no excuse for myself.

What about Henderson?

Is she still alive
inside that thing?

Oh, your friend is fine.

I never could've fallen for
her if her soul wasn't human.

I can smell my own
kind a mile away.

What kind is that?

My world. Hyberion.

Eleven million
light-years from Earth.

Heretofore unobserved in your
grand scheme of the universe.

Yeah, I'm getting a grand
scheme here myself.

How do we know the other
one's an assassin?

You're the one who's been
hiding out on our planet.

Maybe the other guy's a bounty
hunter, the law or something,

or whatever you have
on your planet.

The good professor here is
a fugitive from justice.

A fugitive. That's a
good word for me.

You're a criminal?

In my world, yes, I guess I am.

Hyberion is a planet of conquest, forever
at war with itself and those around it.

My teachings in tolerance and
anti-expansion branded me a traitor,

for which I was
sentenced to death.

I implanted my embryo and
took off for a new world.

Bringing us your trouble.

Hopefully, I've brought
you more than that.

This one who's after
me is a Stormer.

Not overly bright, but
damn good at his work.

Hyberion will only know that your planet
is peopled, and therefore conquerable,

if he's successful in
returning with my head.

What happened to
the boy, Tobias?

I am as you've always
known me, my friend.

Tobias LeConte, son of
Atole and Phyllis LeConte.

Naturalists, researching the
Serengeti with their infant son,

when a great ball of fire fell to
Earth, blinding the young LeConte.

Exposure to the comet would
later develop as cancer,

which having a natural immunity,
I was able to fight off.

In some respects, I gave that child
a life he never would have had.

What about our friend?

She's imprisoned until my
assassin releases her.

So we can't kill it
without killing her.

Or hand you over to this Stormer without
leaving ourselves open to attack.

I'm very sorry
about your friend.

It was never my intention to
bring trouble to this planet.

There's got to be
something we can do.

As I said, it isn't very smart.

And it only wants one thing.

Can I help you?

Yes. I'm looking for
Professor LeConte.

The Professor is in the
second floor lecture hall.

I believe I saw him
there earlier.

Thank you.

Where is he?

The Professor lives here now.

He no longer lives
by your rules.

This isn't your fight.

This one is dead if you
don't take me to him now.

What's going on?

Sir, please. I know you're just doing your
job, but let us handle this ourselves.

Drop your weapon
and release him.

Please, trust me!
I said, drop it!

Thank God you're all so stupid.

Can't you guys ever leave something
behind for a person to study?

I think I might have something
better for you, my friend.

The mechanics of it were
actually quite simple.

Figuring out a way to create
dominant absolute matter

to fuel the thing
was another matter.

So to speak.

You don't like it?

Like it? It's incredible.

How did you achieve
absolute mass?

More important, why'd you
let me spin my wheels

all these years when
you had it all along?

Why, my friend?

So you could run off and get
yourself lost, or worse, killed?

Never to be heard from again?

No. I like you too
much, Scottie.

I like your planet,
I like its people.

But you've got a lot to learn about
the power of interstellar travel,

and plenty of time to learn it.

My teacher and my tormentor
till the very end.

Couldn't persuade
you to stay, huh?

I'd love to, Nathan.

But it's only a matter of time before
they find me again. It's better this way.

Exactly where will you go?

I mean...

You mean, how will I
see to get there?

Actually, I was kind of
hoping you'd drive, Scott.

Come with me, my friend.

Let's go in search
of other worlds.

Experience for ourselves
all those places

we argued about over so
many pitchers of beer.

Lucas,

is he gone or is he
thinking it over?

He's thinking it over.

There's nothing to think about.

This is what I've dreamed
of my whole life.

Only my family and my good friends
could ever tolerate my long absences.

I hope you'll understand
this one, too.

You know, Lucas,

I never realized this till now
how similar you are to Tobias.

Are you sure you're
not from outer space?

Hey,

you guys take care
of each other.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I wonder if he'll come back.

Depends on what he
finds out there.

I hope he comes back.

Me, too.

You have any idea how
to get out of here?

None whatsoever.

Well, every journey begins
with one small step.

What the hell. Let's go.

Hi, I'm Marco Sanchez,

and surrounding me are
not snakes, but fish.

The legendary moray eel.

Once considered sacred, the early
Egyptians believed morays to be mystical,

and ancient Romans even
sacrificed slaves to them.

Long a nightmare to divers,

we know now that the morays gaping smile
to be a necessary breathing technique.

Though common
throughout all oceans,

morays are rarely seen
outside their caves,

emerging only at night to feed on their
favorite foods, lobster and octopus.

See you on the next
adventure of seaQuest.