All language subtitles for Space.Above.and.Beyond-e04.Mutiny_Track05

All right,
let's go, people!

- We're cutting it pretty close.
- Man, I don't wanna miss my ride.

- The Mac Arthur will wait for us.
- They gotta wait.

I've been T. D. Y.
On Groombridge 34 since April.

- You goin' Earthside?
- Haven't seen my wife since before the war.

She's probably forgotten
what I look like.

I know. I know. In my case,
maybe that's a good thing.

Still, it'll be nice
to have dinner at home.

Man, would I love a meal
that wasn't freeze-dried.

- Just havin' a break's gonna be good.
-

Take cover!

Take cover. !

Chig snipers in the tower. !

Chig snipers
in the tower!

Cooper, Monk, cover the right flank.
Vansen, West, take the left.

Monk, keep down!

Medic!

No.
Come on.

- Hold on!
- I'm not gonna die.

Not yet.
Please, not yet.

- Medic!
- Cooper, don't leave me.

Don't let me die alone.

Two migs morphine.
Lasix, 80 mills, I. V. push.

- Vitals?
- His name's Solomon Monk.

He doesn't need a doctor, Lieutenant.
He needs a rabbi.

- L-Look, maybe there's a chance-
- These men have a chance.

Tell my wife I don't mind
goin' except for her.

Sh-She was my-

my wife.

Cooper. ! We're
takin'off in five.

We're hitchin'a ride
on a cargo ship.

He's dead.

His family
will want these.

Come on. Let's go.

Captain Lewelyn,
I'm Colonel McQueen...

58th Air Commando Group en route from
Fire Base Langston to the carrier Saratoga.

I waited for you, Colonel.
I didn't want you to miss your ride.

- How bad is it down below?
- Langston's still hot.

I lost a good man
to a sniper tonight.

We have new orders. Our course
will take us through Blood Alley.

It's dangerous,
but it's the only way out.

I don't suppose
there's a chance of a fighter escort?

- Not in this lifetime.
- Careful of that!

Sixteen pounds
prime rib.

- Black market.
- What'd that cost you?

I traded my only
1986 Dan Fouts card.

Better be
pretty good prime rib.

InVitros.

Every man
down here's a Tank.

- J. J. Keats.
- Hawkes.

Cooper Hawkes.

Ashby! The engine room foreman.

- Howdy.
- Sorrell, Chief Engineer.

- Everyone on the crew a Tank?
- Six of us.

Seven humans
including the captain.

Computers do
the rest of the work.

Ever notice how Tanks
always get the dirty jobs?

Isn't that why we were made?

You got that right.

You did good for yourself.

There's no trick becoming
chief petty officer on a tramp steamer.

Do the dirty jobs,
keep your mouth shut, go along.

Captain Lewelyn-
better than most.

I got a standing invitation
to take meals in the captain's mess.

Most of the cargo is humans
suspended in cryogenic sleep.

They put you under,
five years later, you wake up.

It's the next day
of your life.

We're carrying six containers
of unborn InVitros.

They're being shipped to
a plutonium mining facility...

in the Corvus star system.

They don't stand a chance.

What're a few Tanks,
more or less?

- Do you know who they are?
- Right now they're just
numbers on a cargo manifest.

Can't believe InVitros are
still being shipped like that.

Set course for the Canis
Majoris star system.

Plotting course for
Canis Majoris star system.

- Bring us to 260 A. U. 's.
- Aye, aye, sir. 260 A. U. 's.

Plot course
heading 2-1-fiver.

That's Blood Alley.
The nav-channel's 200 klicks wide.

Things change, Potter.
There's a war on.

Captain, that course takes us
between Adhara and Aludra.

The hydrogen gasses play havoc
with the radio communication.

The solar flares screw up
the onboard computers.

It's the fastest way
from Groombridge 34...

- to the battleship Saratoga.
- I don't recall hiring on for a suicide mission.

When I give an order, Mr. Potter,
be so good as to follow it.

Plot a course
heading 2-1-fiver, Mr. Harkin.

All ahead full,
Mr. Mercer.

All ahead full.

First five years
out of the tank...

I worked the uranium mines
at Omicron Draconis.

Thirty four of us were shipped out.
Six came back.

I don't know if there's a hell,
but if there is, I've already been there.

That was before the World Federation
banned indentured servitude, Colonel.

The InVitros I'm hauling
signed on for the job.

You have a cargo
of unborn, Captain.

What did they sign on for?

I took her to Detroit
Disneyland for her birthday.

She loved Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.

I miss you.

You're still
my favorite wild ride.

- My boyfriend's little girl.
- She's cute.

Yeah. She still misses
her mother though, big time.

She'll learn to love you.

Love isn't learned, Nathan.

It just is.

How can you fall in love
with someone you've never met?

Martie and I
talk every day.

You met her through a personals ad
in SpaceNet, Wang.

You don't
even know what she looks like.

I love the way she thinks.
She's got a great sense of humor.

Okay, let's say that you guys
get along great at seven light-years.

What happens when you
have to sit across a table eye to eye?

How will you know how to
act with each other?

Is that a question
or a confession?

You writin' Monk's wife?

How do you know what to put?

I tell his wife he was a good man
and will be missed.

Is that what it says
in the regs?

No. That's what
it says here.

How do you know what
humans are feeling?

I see the laughter
and tears, and I know.

I don't feel that stuff.

They take us out of
the tank at 18, Hawkes.

You can't get 18 years
back in a day.

Do you ever wonder
what it would be like...

to have a mother
or a father?

I don't think about
what never was.

But... it don't bother you
that when you die...

there's gonna be no blood relation there
to say words over you?

The Corps is
my family, Hawkes.

The men and women
I served with will know what to say.

Yeah, you got that right.

It's great to have
real food, Captain.

Captain...

the InVitro manifest-

- Cooper, not now.
- I'd like to see it.

You know what he's
tryin' to do, Captain.

The same thing they all do-
look for family.

No offense,
but, uh...

how can something grown in a tank
consider itself related to anything else?

Except maybe algae.

Stuff a sock in it, Potter.

-
-

What the hell-

Take a damage control team aft.
Secure the cargo hold.

-
- Coolant temp's spiked to 700!

- Step the rods down.
- Got it.

- Take it off-line.
- Going off-line.

Generator Room,
go to secondary power.

All right, come on, Clyde.
Don't fail me now.

Backup generators
have kicked in.

Engine Room, Bridge.

Reactor's scrammed.
We're off line. Core's unstable.

- What hit us?
- Solar flare.

What else can one expect when
flying between two unstable suns?

- I want you midship with Keats.
- Yes, sir.

- What's your weapons package?
- Two laser pulse cannons, unmanned.

Vansen! Wang!
With your permission, Captain.

Just in case that
wasn't a solar flare.

Under the circumstances, I think there's
room for two on the bridge.

- Damphousse.
- I know, Colonel. Engine room.

Hawkes, I want you
to go work with Keats.

I want one of us
on damage control.

- Keats is one of us.
- He's a civilian.

We're marines.

And Hawkes, forget
the InVitro manifest.

The 58th is your family.

Looking for a past you never lived
can only get you hurt.

Feeling pain's
part of being human.

Who said you're human?

Hey, where're you goin'?

What about Section 46?
We don't inspect it?

People are
the priority here.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.
Tanks aren't people.

Look, you just stay away, pal.
You got no business over there.

What the hell is going on here?

Navigator was right.
White light solar flare.

I know what the machine says.
What do you say?

- There's no way to tell.
- Trust your instincts, West.

That's how you stay alive.

There's something out there.
I can feel it.

- Engine Room, Bridge.
- Core temperature's stabilized.

Estimate to get
the reactor on line?

Maybe today.
Maybe Malaba Day.

- Stored energy?
- 4. 5 kilotons in the containment vessel.

- Keep the engine on line.
- Yes, sir!

Clad temp- 600.

Let's go back online.

Don't know what caused the coolant temp
to spike. It could happen again.

Worst thing that can happen
is we could blow up, Mr. Ashby.

Then I don't
see the problem.

The coolant density's
at 800 kilograms over M3.

I think we're in the clear.

Let's do it.

Raise Rod 1.

Rod 1 raised.

Raise Rod 2.

You know your stuff.

Bridge, this is Fire Control.
Request permission for a weapons check.

Fire Control, Bridge.
Permission granted.

Fire light status- Green.

- Fire light status- green.
- Commence firing.

Bucks like a mule.

West, anything?

I'd have better luck
reading tea leaves, sir.

At least tea leaves
would tell us something.

Let me see that.

She the girl
you went AWOL for?

Yes, sir.

This is behind you.

The only thing on your mind
is that radar screen.

- I figured you'd show up.
-

The Tank cargo manifest.

The number on the left's
the date of conception.

The middle number's the gene pool.
This is the batch number on the right.

Place of conception
is indicated in the margin.

I've been lookin' 10 years, Cooper,
so I know what you're feelin'.

You're wondering what
it would be like to have family.

Only all the time.

What are you?

March 6, 2040.

Gene pool 16A. Batch Alpha-3439.
The Philadelphia facility.

Brooklyn facility.

Not that it really matters.

All I know is that somewhere there's
someone who's D. N. A. reads...

A-T, C-G, T-A,
G-C, C-G, A-T-

that's black hair
and hazel green eyes.

See, I know what my family
would be like, but I can't find them.

Enjoy the read.

Hand me
a reverse torque wrench.

Here's what I think.

Human beings are nothing more
than highly evolved animals.

- Tell that to Einstein.
- We're attracted to a person
because the way that they look.

The way that they smell.
The way that they feel to the touch.

Okay, so what's your point?

How can you fall in love with a woman
that you met on SpaceNet?

You don't believe in the soul?
In spiritual connection?

I believe in what you can
reach out and touch.

Then reach out and touch
that morph head.

- I'm getting something.
- Range and bearing?

Looks like an energy pulse, Colonel.
I can't get an exact reading.

- It's gone.
- Just tell me what you saw.

I don't know!

Solar spike.

I need to know what's out there, West.
Figure it out.

Ceramic fuel temp-
1200 and holding.

Bridge, Engine Room.
Reactor's on line.

Well done, Damphousse.
I'll need full power.

- Full power.
- So, how come you got detailed down here?

Four years at Caltech.

Two summers I interned
at San Onofre.

What kind of lunatic interns
at a nuclear power plant?

My father
was chief engineer.

Lot of people won't work
with nipple-necks.

Let me tell you
something, Mr. Ashby.

I'll work with anyone
who wants to work.

Not a lot of people
feel that way.

I'm not a lot of people.

What is it
with you people?

How can you expect to be a marine?
You can't follow a simple order? Huh?

Don't ever touch me again.

Oh, and what's
so special about you?

I got a petri dish.
I can always make another Tank.

Scram it!

- Taking all systems off- line.
- Generator Room, Bridge.

- Go to secondary power supply. !
- Doing it now.

Captain, fire in
the generator room. !

Potter, this is the captain.
Get a fire team to Station 4.

Help! Aaah!

- How bad is it?
- Bad!

- We gotta get to the emergency shutoff valve.
- Bruckheimer.

- Can you get to it?
- Do somethin' or we're gonna lose the generator.

There's protective gear
in the cargo hold.

We don't have the time.

There's no other way.

You don't
owe them this, Cooper.

Protect yourself
down there, Coop.

Protect yourself.

Bruckheimer.

Cargo hold.

- I'm getting something.
- What's its signature?

- There is no signature.
- What does your gut tell you, West?

- What's the level of threat?
- I can't tell, Colonel, without more information.

All I'm getting
are microwave emissions.

Enlarge it, West.

You happen to remember
the U3-78 specs?

What we have here
is an unidentified blob.

Give me the U3-78 specs!

The U3-78s- Uh,
alien class "D" destroyer, a hunter-killer.

- Weapons package?
- Rockets, mines, guided weapons.

- What else?
- Special ops thinks she has...

advanced microwave technology
that screw up... communications.

Causes reactor
temperatures to spike.

- Goes for the soft kill.
- My gut tells me...

that your unidentified
blob is a U3- 78...

and he's comin' in
for the hard kill.

Sir, I have radar contact.

Bearing 276.

Range- Two parsecs.
Azimuth 4-niner.

There's not enough power
to get us out of harm's way.

There's only one way to take the load off
the second generator-

cut power to one section
of the cargo hold.

- You mean kill people.
- It's math, Colonel.

One section dies
or we all die.

Is there really a choice?

Section 46 gives us the most power
for the fewest lives.

Generator Room,
this is Captain Lewelyn.

Stand by to cut power
to Section 46.

Repeat. Stand by to
cut power to Section 46.

Section 46 houses 12 containers
of InVitros, Captain.

That's 168 lives.

It's the only way to get
the reactor back online.

There has to be
another way, Captain.

That's an order, Keats.
Section 46. Stand by.

McQueen won't let this happen.
He's one of us.

You hear his voice
raised in protest just now?

What did you find?

I got a sister
in Section 46.

Engine Room, Bridge.
Can you go on line?

- Negative. I can't give you power.
- It's time to pull the plug.

Keats.
This is the captain.

Cut power to Section 46.

- Negative, Captain.
- Just what the hell is the problem?

- I'm the problem, Captain.
- There's not a lot of room
for interpretation in your orders.

I won't do it, Captain.

Too many of us have died
fighting your wars.

You're putting every life
on this ship at risk.

Then we die equal.

Some are
more equal than others.

Stay right there.
Right there.

Lift him up.

Are you gonna help me
save those Tanks?

Because I know one thing-
you're not going to kill your own people.

Keats, confirm you're cutting
power to Section 46.

Keats, answer me.

Keats, what's going on?

Cut power,
or we're gonna lose the ship.

Keats. ! Keats. !

Do it, man. !
Keats. !

Keats. !

Ceramic fuel temp- 1600.

- Ashby, Sorrell, come here.
- Yes, sir.

- What's the problem?
- Sir.

Captain's giving orders to kill
the InVitros in Section 46.

- You can't let him do that.
- I can't stop him!

Not alone.

- Missile's launched!
- Confirm that.

They're off the rails!

Engine Room, Bridge.
Give me everything you've got.

Maximum power.

Vansen, Wang!
Missile incoming! Lock on!

- Bingo!
- We're locked on. Let's rock and roll.

2100 klicks.
1800 klicks.

Colonel,
launch the cargo haulers.

The missiles
will go for them, not us.

Launch starboard cargo haulers.

Prepare ship for impact!

Eight, seven, six-

Fire!

Come to Mama.

- Hard left rudder.
- Hard left rudder.

West, radar contact?

Negative. But the U3- 78's gonna
come looking for confirmation of the kill.

Good call.
I'm going aft.

- Come on. Come on!
- You're a dead man, Keats.

A dead man.

I don't want to kill you.
I will if I have to.

- What the hell's going on?
- A change in command. You two stand down.

I'm not taking orders
from you.

You are now.
Stand down.

How can you let him
kill InVitros?

Our operating systems
are down, Hawkes.

The captain has no choice.

- You can stop him.
- The captain's word is law.

When someone decides
to kill an InVitro...

it's not my law,
and it shouldn't be yours.

Keats gave you the manifest.

- Who'd you find?
- A sister.

How could you kill
your own people?

How can you?

Answer me!

- Captain. !
-

- I'm taking the helm.
- Are you adding mutiny
to your résumé, Mr. Keats?

Mutiny, Captain?
He's adding murder.

- He'll kill us all.
- Whatever it takes. As long as InVitros don't die.

Sit him down.

Stay at your post, son.
I need you alive.

Tell McQueen
you need him on the bridge.

Tell him!

I'll buy us a little more time.

I'll give Damphousse
five minutes...

to get the reactor
back on line.

If she can't,
I have to pull the plug.

- You're makin' a mistake, Keats.
- It won't be the first, sir.

Don't even think about it.

This isn't
what I wanted.

That's not good enough.

Get your men back to their stations.
I'm taking the bridge.

-
- I can't allow that.

You are not
going to kill him.

And you are not going
to kill the Tanks.

You can't have it
both ways.

I'm picking up
an active gamma pulse.

He's doing a Yankee search.

Yankee search is
an old navy term.

The bastard who's hunting us
figures we're a pile of space garbage.

He's coming in
to confirm the kill.

And right now there's not
a damn thing we can do.

Bridge, Fire Control.
Fire light status-red. !

Repeat. Fire light red.
Get us power.

What does the colonel
want us to do now? Throw rocks?

Pretty soon you're going to
have to decide if you're gonna kill us.

- Pulse intervals decreasing.
- Clock's running out, Hawkes.

Time to decide.
Whose side are you on?

There are
no sides, Colonel.

Just right and wrong.

Give me the gun.

The colonel will do
the right thing.

You have to trust that.

Do you, Cooper?

Do you trust him?

Yes.

Don't make it worse.

Sir, the bridge is yours.

Thank you, Mr. Hawkes.

Engine Room, Bridge.
We have incoming. Get me back online.

No can do. ! Pressure shocks hit
the primary system hard.

This whole damn thing's gonna melt down
if I don't get some help here.

We work together...

or we die.

It's that simple.

I need your help, Mr. Keats.

Be good enough to get your men
back to the engine room.

Fire Control, Bridge.

The captain's dead.
We have a class nine emergency.

Report to the engine room
or the nuclear reactor's gonna melt down.

Maybe later you'll tell us
what the hell is going on.

You ever try to do the right thing,
only it turns out wrong?

Kick in the emergency
core coolant system in...

five, four, three...

two, one-

Now!

Reload initiated.

Glad to have you back.

Bridge, Engine Room. 90 minutes
to get your reactor back on line.

- He's coming right at us. !
- Can't fight. We can't run.

And your five minutes are up.

Now what the hell
do you expect me to do?

Cut power to
another section.

Pop quiz, Hawkes. You cut power
to Section 46, 168 Tanks die.

You cut the power to any other section,
400 humans die.

Now, how does the math work out?
What do you do?

We're dead center
in the gamma pulse.

We have one
advantage, Hawkes.

The U3-78 doesn't know
we're ready to fight.

Are we?
Are we ready to fight?

We have generator
power, sir.

Bridge, Fire Control.
Fire light green.

At two klicks,
he can't fire his missiles.

Solar flare.
I got no screen.

We lost the targeting system.
The solar flare scrambled the screen.

The only way the U3-78
can make contact is visual.

Right now, we are not
on his radar screen.

Estimated time
for his radar retrieval- Three minutes.

We're blind
and he's blind.

Let's play a little hide-and-seek.
Hard left rudder.

- Hard left rudder, sir.
- Fire Control, Bridge.

We don't know where she is,
but she's out there.

Lower the blast shield!

Lowering
the blast shield, sir.

He's coming right at us.
Wang! Vansen!

Bogey bears 3- 3- niner.

1. 5 klicks,
azimuth 90 degrees.

Weapons hold.

Fire perigee kick motor,
Mr. Mercer.

- Sir, we'll break up.
- Fire perigee kick motor!

- Come on. Give the order.
- What's he waiting for?

Weapons hold.

Weapons hold.

Now! Fire! Fire!

All screens are clear.

The core temp's cooling.

Bridge, Engine Room.
The reactor's stabilized.

We have 90 mikes
until we're on line.

Good work, Damphousse.

I had a little help
from my friends, sir.

There's gonna be
hell to pay.

It was my call, Sorrell.
I'll take the responsibility.

We stand together.

- Plot a new course, Mr. Harkin.
- Yes, sir.

West.

Launching the cargo haulers
was a great countermeasure.

I thought I had
to make a point.

No. You were right.

What I did- Going after her-
was selfish.

It won't happen again.

I know that, West.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

"How many loved
your moments of glad grace...

"and loved your beauty
with love false or true;

"but one man loved
the pilgrim soul in you...

and loved the sorrows
of your changing face. "

Try sending that via SpaceNet.

The way I figure it,
if you've had bad times and joy...

then you've lived.

No, the way I see it...

you'll only end up with a broken heart,
and I don't have the time.

You did the right thing.

We're marines, Cooper.

Not Tanks.

What's gonna happen
to Keats?

Keats and Ashby will
stand trial for mutiny.

Sorrell, for murder.

Sorry f-

I'm sorry.

What would you know
about sorrow?

I know this much.

I never had the... courage
to look for my family.

Not because I was afraid
of what I might find...

but because I was afraid
of what I might feel.

Kate.

Kate.

I'm sorry.