All language subtitles for Space.Above.and.Beyond-e17.Dear.Earth_Track05

Hey. Give me a D-16-A.

Requesting landing coordinates.

Track number 4656 is bearing 180.

Twenty- five seconds from landing-
on final approach.

It's late.

Capra, this is Saratoga.

I am holding a green deck
for recovery on Loading Bay 4.

Pony onboard. Loading Bay 4.

Loading Bay 4.|

- Mail call!
-

We believed the universe was ours.

Until one night in 2063,
on an Earth colony 16 light- years away...

they struck.

And now we are at war.

My name is Lieutenant Colonel
T. C. McQueen.

I'm an InVitro, a race of
artificially gestated humans.

I command a Marine Corps squadron-
the 58th.

They call us the Wild Cards.

We fight when called-

in space, on land and at sea.

To lose this war
means more than defeat.

To surrender
is to never go home.

All of us must rise to the call
above and beyond.

West, Nathan.

My parents.

Ten, 11, 12.

- Wang, Paul.
- Right here.

What's the big hooh-hah?
It's only mail.

You'll find out soon enough.

Mail call's the only thing
we have to look forward to.

What are you
waitin' here for, Hawkes-

letter from Ma and Pa
sayin' how proud they are?

Mail call's no place for Tanks.

In 15 years, all I ever got
were divorce papers...

and a letter of congratulations
for being a finalist...

in the Publishers
Clearing House sweepstakes.

Hawkes, Cooper.

Come on. Let's go.
Hawkes, Cooper.

Here!

McQueen, T. C. Sir!

-
-

Sod from Wrigley Field!

Grenadin of beef in a béarnaise sauce.

I'd say left center, near the vines.

My fiancée owns a restaurant.

He always wafts the pages over a plate
before mailing them.

Ed's mom will come and stay with us
when she's born.

That's right.
It's a she.

I have to carry on that Vansen
double "X" chromosome.

I've decided I-

- We've decided to name her...
- Anything but Marian.

- Marian.
- Oh!

- It was inspired by you.
- Inspired? You ripped me off.

We're naming her after Mom. You're doing
what you need to for her memory...

and, uh, I'll do what I can.

You little-|

You know that's what I wanted
to name my baby since I was 12.

I never even owned a TV.

Let alone be the star of a show?

~~

- ~~
- If you are here to gripe, take it on out.

The high high- ups want it.

Ever since an InVitro assassinated
Secretary General Chartwell...

there has been considerable
unrest back home.

A documentary featuring
InVitros in the war...

broadcast over the Armed Forces Network
to a billion viewers...

will do its part
to help settle things down.

I do my part by everyday actions.

I don't need a camera
to give them validity.

I know you are a private man, Ty.

But you know as well as I do...

that wars are not just won
or lost on the battlefield.

Morale at home is as important
as a hundred Saratogas.

A project such as this one
is the most powerful way...

to let the folks back home
see those... everyday actions.

Just think of it as going into battle,
and you'll be fine.

I'd rather face an entire Chig division
than one digital camera.

~~

West! What's your problem?

Sorry, sir. My-My parents weren't notified
about my brother's death.

- Is there anything you can do?
- You're asking me to write them?

No. Um- I mean-

I don't know.
I'm sorry.

Nathan. The Corps usually notifies next of kin
with a personal visit home.

I'm sure they've been notified.

I can't be sure.
I mean, it's not in the letter.

They have no idea
they've lost a son.

Parents of marines have lost their sons
for 300 years, Nathan.

The Corps has experience
letting them know.

But if there's anything I can do to help you,
I wanna know.

You all right?

Mission briefing in 10 mikes.

In preparation for the massive offensive,
Operation Roundhammer...

the directive of this mission
is to disrupt the Chigs' supply line.

The planet Memnon is rich
in merconzium 5...

an ore the Chigs mine
for use in their weapons system.

What they mine, they store-
along with other supplies and matériel-

in deep underground bunkers.

Because of the depth,
it's considered questionable...

that a bombing mission
would have maximum results.

However, there exists
a fortuitous window of opportunity...

to deploy a small ground force.

Now, I've been gettin'an earful
ofbitchin'and moanin'...

about pilots being deployed
as ground pounders.

Hear this, C. F. B.

This is not the air force.

This is the Corps...

air-ground combat element...

of the 51 st MEU-

every marine a rifleman.

Therefore,
you will fight on command-

where needed, how needed.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, sir!

You'll buddy up
and strategically place explosives...

into the ventilation shafts
leading into these underground bunkers.

They will be detonated
once you're airlifted out.

This is a quickie, people-

surgical and precise.

Wheels up at 0750.

So, G. I. Geequed gonna be on TV.

Lieutenant Hollywood, you pair up
with Hill. Take the northern point.

Wang, 'Phousse,
you take the central point.

West and I will take
the southern point.

Lieutenant Vansen, I'd feel more comfortable
with a partner other than Hawkes.

- What's your bitch, Hill?
- Yeah, Hill. If you're with Hawkes...

you can pop off Chigs no problem
when they come up for his autograph.

You're with Hawkes.
Deal with it.

We're gonna be positioned
half a klick apart.

Keep in radio contact.

I can't believe, out of
a quarter of a million marines...

I get buddied up
with a nipple-neck.

If we weren't in Chig territory...

I'd be stuffing you down this hole.

Now shut your mouth
and look alive.

God!|

Wow. Damn. I just...
stepped in I don't know what.

Hooh! That stinks.
Don't wipe it off.

Regulations say any contact
with an unknown foreign substance...

must be checked by
the biotechies aboard ship.

Right. I hope I don't have
to sit in quarantine again.

-
- Incoming!

'Phousse.

Vanessa.

Vanessa?

Oh, no.

I- I can't see.

- I can't see.
- How many?

- How many? How many what?
- Okay. Hold on. Hold on.

I'll get you out of here
as soon as possible.

- Queen of Diamonds, this is Joker.
-

Queen of Diamonds,
this is Joker.

- All right. Radio's down.
-

All right, easy. Easy, Vanessa.
I'm right here.

I'm right here.
One second.

Okay. Hold tight.

Okay. Okay.|

They sound close.

Okay.

I wasn't finished.

- I wanted to make it last.
- All right.

Wang, read it for me.

- When we get back.
- We might not get back!

I need to hear him now.

- Wang, please.
- Okay, okay.

Page eight.
Page eight.

Uh, "I finally hired a dessert chef.

"You'll never guess who-
Marilyn, your old college roommate.

- Marilyn?
- "We had a booth at the Taste of Rochester, and-

and her banana pudding cream pie
was a big hit. "

Uh-

- And he says business is up.
- No, Paul. I need to hear his words.

Damphousse, this is not
the time or the place to be getting in-

- Read it to me!
-

"Aft-After Marilyn started working for me,
we became good friends.

"We have so much in common,
just like you and me.

"I never have to explain myself
as I do now.

"There's no easy way to express
what I have to say, Vanessa.

"So many things have changed.
It's been a year...

"and no end to the war
appears to be in sight.

I can no longer wait. "

I'm- I'm so sorry, Vanessa.

Vansen and West
are half a klick from here...

and we need to get you
some medical attention.

If you go along and it gets hairy,
I'm scared.

- You can't see, 'Phousse. You'll be-
- Go!

Go!

- Get off! No!
- It's just me! It's Paul!

Your letter's scattered everywhere.

Come on.
Let's get outta here.

We gotta get
to the extraction site.

They're comin' to pick us up.

- Corpsman!
- Keep moving, people.

Hittin' the ledge.
Okay, one more step.

- Please, people.
- Okay. On the ground, 'Phousse.

- Lieutenant Wang?
- Yeah.

- Your boots, sir.
- I'm gonna take her to sick bay
first, but then I'll- Hey.

- 'Phousse, I'll be right there.
- Lieutenant Hawkes.

Move in close.

You'vejust come back
from a combat mission.

Act tired.
Act exhausted.

- I am tired. I am exhausted.
- Then act that way.

So, when am I getting these back?

When we're done.

All right, cut!
Lieutenant Hawkes.

Where do you normally
go after this?

We usually hit the showers.

Moving on.
Shower room.

- What?
- Don't worry. We'll black out
the naughty bits, hon.

Hear this loud and clear, hon.

Any camera makes its way
into the shower...

the only thing that's gonna
be blacked out is your head.

After that, we usually
kick back in the rec room.

Moving on. Rec room.

Mm-hmm.

How is she?

Fragments of her night goggles
were in her corneas.

Doc says he thinks
he got 'em all, but...

he'll know more tomorrow.

It's 2064. Doctors can cure
just about anything...

but they still can't
put together a broken heart.

We've decided to name her...
Marian.

... Marian.
... Marian.

... Marian.
... Marian.

Uh, this, uh,
is the rec room...

where we Wild Cards relax.

Hey, Preston.

So you definitely feel just like
any other member of the squad?

- Uh, heck, yeah.
- No prejudice?

Racism?

Nope. Uh, just, uh,
one big happy family here.

Interesting you should say that.

Because you have no other family.

How do you feel when your fellow
squad members receive mail and you don't?

Do you feel any less loyal
to the Earth's forces...

knowing that you have
nobody at home to fight for?

No. No, no.
Not really.

All right. Introduce us
to one of your family.

Okay.

First Lieutenant Paul Wang. Hey.

Um, we went through
the accelerated flight program together.

Tell us what you're doing now,
Lieutenant.

I-I'm filling out a requisition form...

in triplicate,
for a new pair of boots.

They took mine, and they gave me a pair
two sizes too small.

Uh- Oh, this is by buddy Nathan.

Right over-
Right here.

This is, uh,
First Lieutenant Nathan West.

We have flown many
a dangerous sortie together-

fightin' Chigs side-by-side,
me and this guy.

They sent a notification letter-
The wrong Neil West.

It's N-E-I-L, not... N-E-A-L.

How about reading news from home?

Uh, news. Uh, home.
That-That-

Who cares about some dumb Tank?

Close in.
What did he say?

Uh, before the war,
he worked in a bank.

News. Hey.

Philadelphia- That means
the City of Brotherly Love.

Colonel! Cut.

Colonel. Come on over.

We should get
the two of you together.

InVitros to the core, then and now.

I'm only doing this
because I'm under orders.

Fine, fine, fine. We'll just have
some fun with it then, huh?

We'll start with the usual info-
your name, age, where you're from.

Gene Pool 18-C,
Batch Kappa-9757.

Anchorage Facility, wasn't it?

Right. Well, we'll get all that
in a voice-over.

Colonel McQueen, why don't we start
with you telling us...

any positive experiences
you've had in the military.

Well, I'm a lifer. That should tell you
it's positive enough.

Lifer? Yeah.
No, that's good stuff.

Um, Lieutenant Hawkes says
he feels like the 58th is his family.

Is that how you felt when
you first joined the Corps?

Why don't you begin
with your experiences in the A. I. War?

In, uh...

'47, during the A. I. Rebellion...

natural- born losses were greater
than anticipated...

so InVitros were sent in
to fight the silicates.

I was shipped to Port Riskin...

the largest ammunition depot
in the United States.

All of the munitions handlers
were InVitros.

We were worked around the clock-

24 hours a day in three shifts-

stacking live explosives in bunkers.

Natural- borns
never went in those bunkers.

One night, faulty wiring
caused sparks inside.

I tried to go back in, but the sergeant
locked the door. Said it was too dangerous.

- Let us out. !
- Please. ! Please. !

- Open the door. ! Open the door. !
- Let us out. !

Twenty-seven InVitros...
died at Port Riskin.

The official statement
on the incident was, uh...

faulty wiring
and a jammed bunker door.

The natural-born sergeant
was never disciplined for his actions.

I was brought up on charges
for striking my squad leader.

It started out
as a court- martial trial...

which for InVitros back then, if convicted,
meant death by lethal injection.

But the Old Man must have had
a spark of conscience.

'Cause I only ended up
with 120 days in solitary.

They say InVitros-

Tanks-

are disloyal...

lazy...

and, uh, unable to dream.

The soldiers who were
lost in that bunker...

gave their lives loyally
for this country.

As for dreaming...

I hear the cries of those soldiers-

I see their faces-

screaming for help...

begging for their lives...

every night in my sleep.

But, uh...

I wouldn't call it dreams.

Cut. Did you get all that?

Cooper, why don't we
move on to the V. R. game?

I understand you're quite
a whiz at this thing, Lieutenant.

Who cares if a few Tanks
got torched?

Hawkes!

I feel so stupid!

You got in some
pretty good licks there.

Nobody ever paid
any attention to me like that.

I thought this TV stuff was gonna change
all that. I thought I'd be somebody.

Cooper, you-
You are somebody...

for what you do every day.

We're all set, Cooper.

Okay, Vanessa. Your eyes
will be sensitive to the light...

so open them slowly.

Good. That's good.

It'll take a while
for them to adjust, okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Well, looks to me like
we got all the glass.

- But it's all blurry.
- And, yes, it will be for a while. Okay?

Now, put these drops in
once every six hours...

and stay away from bright lights
for a few days.

And put on these B. C. G. 's.

- B. C. G. 's?
- Mm- hmm. Birth control glasses.

They're so ugly, no one will hit on you
when you wear them.

- Great.
- That's all they sell at the P. X.

-
- I gotcha.

She got a little upset,
you know, but- but-

but it was a minor bump,
you know?

So, uh, the next thing
that happened...

was she asked me
if I wanted her phone number.

And I said, uh-

Well, I said, "Guys don't-
Guys don't do that anymore. "

You know,
I know that was wrong...

and it also wasn't
a very good excuse to use...

especially with a real sensitive girl
who'd been hospitalized as many times-

-
- I'm number 154?

I can't wait that long.
My call's a personal emergency.

Personal? Really?

- Anyone else got a personal emergency?
- Yeah.

My sister's baby is due any day.
The disk she sent me is three months late.

She could've had the kid by now.

My advice- Send a teddy bear and a fruit basket,
then get at the end of the line.

By the time you get to use the phone, the kid'll
have pimples and be wearing dumb clothes.

How much for your spot, Ensign...
Boasberg?

- Ain't cheap.
- Name it.

- Anything?
- Anything.

Strawberries.

A bowl of strawberries
in heavy cream.

- Rich, thick, heavy cream.
- You want fruit?

I don't know what kind of groceries
the Wild Cards chow down on...

but they serve us navy personnel
freeze-dried, preserved, dehydrated...

powdered mystery meat
with the shelf life of a light-year.

So, yeah, I want fruit.

Strawberries? He might as well
be asking for diamonds.

Look at this! Even clowns
have better-fitting shoes.

Talk to Mank.
He can get you anything.

Mank? That guy is a greasy weasel.

Yeah, but he came through with
Chicago deep-dish pizza when I was cravin'.

Really?

No. This is a legitimate
family emergency.

My parents were marines.
I grew up on bases.

The only way to do this is to go through
the proper military channels.

As you've discovered,
the death notice was sent...

to the family of the wrong Neil West.

The other family has been notified
of this regrettable error.

Now, the Corps will send
this letter to your family.

"... regret to inform you"-

"Sorry for your loss. "

"Keep up hope. "

Sir, this is a form letter.

It's what should have been
sent in the first place.

Sir, my brother's not just
some... number in a book...

or a statistic for the nightly news.

He fought, defended and died
for the cause he believed in.

I am sorry for your loss, Lieutenant.

I truly am.

Your brother was a good marine.

But this is proper Corps procedure.

Proper Corps procedure
isn't good enough for my brother, sir.

Military channels suck.

Regs state that a pictaphone can only be used
in an emergency of a military nature.

In other words, tough luck.

- Vansen.
- Sir.

I got something for you here
from Corps command.

Yes! I knew military channels
would get me to the head of the line.

What the hell is this?

This says I'm promoted to captain.

- Are you kidding me?
- Way to go, Vansen.

Congratulations, Vansen.

I don't wanna be promoted to captain.
I wanna use the phone.

Congratulations, Vansen.
You'll make a fine captain.

- Thanks, Mank.
- Too bad though.

Not even being a captain
can get you to use the phone in this century.

Mank. You disgusting piece
of black market spooge.

What do I gotta do?

I made it happen.

Now I don't know.
I'm next in line.

- Nicole. "Nicole" is pretty.
-

- Amy. Amy is a nice name.
-
Your call is being forwarded-

Hey. How about "Rachel"?

Hello. Shane!
I-I can't believe it.

- Ann's in labor. It's happening.
- Ed.

- Hang on.
- Ed, what the hell's goin' on?

- Ann, look, it's Shane.
- Oh! Oh, Shane.

- I can't believe it. What timing.
- Yeah, what.

Ann, I need you to push
as hard as you can.

- Cleansing breaths.
-

Shane, I was so worried
when you didn't respond.

Are you okay?|

- Uh, yeah. Well, today I was promoted-
-

- Now a big push. Push down toward me.
-

- Okay. One more big push.
-

-
-

-
-

Dear Ann, by the time you receive this...

the baby will probably be walking.

I hesitate to call her Marian because
I'm surprised you're using that name...

since you've always known
I was gonna use Marian when I had a child.

You're married, with a new baby...

and I'm wading in mud
fighting seven-foot bugs on other planets.

Did I make the right decision?

I mean, shouldn't I be
starting a family of my own?

Last month, the 58th went on a recon mission
that was supposed to be routine.

As I was parachuting down...

I could see the rest of the squad
backed up against a mountain.

I had to make a decision in three seconds-
the time it takes to drop a final 100 feet.

I leveled my gun and fired down
at the advancing enemy.

I lost count of how many I killed.

For my actions,
I was awarded the Bronze Star.

During the ceremony,
all I could think of was Mom.

When I was eight, my soccer team
lost the championship...

because I let my man
get by me.

And all the ice cream in San Diego
couldn't make me stop crying.

Then Mom came into my room
and gave me a medal.

She said it was for trying
extra hard and playing my best.

Shejust tied a red ribbon around a piece
of chocolate wrapped in gold tinfoil...

but it was better than
the Bronze Star I was receiving.

- To me, that's what family is.
-

And I don't wanna miss that.

As I watched your baby
being born...

I realized that my decision
tojoin the Corps was the right one-

and that yours to name the baby
Marian was also.

This is where I belong.

However, things are... different.

Before, I was fighting
to avenge the death of Marian Vansen.

But now I'm fighting
to defend the life...

of Marian Vansen Bowman.

Give her a kiss for me.

Love, Captain Shane Vansen.

Boasberg, you gonna eat 'em
or just stare 'em into your gut?

I finally got the nerve
to propose to my girlfriend...

and I coughed up my place in line
for a bunch of strawberries.

Strawberries or marriage?
Marriage or strawberries?

I chose strawberries.

Now I feel guilty 'cause I took
the strawberries over her.

If I was you...

I'd be relieved
I went with the strawberries.

At ease.

I am not here as your commodore,
but as a comrade- in- arms-

bereft of family, friends
and most of the comforts of home.

I am missing one bowl
of fresh strawberries...

in thick, heavy cream.

Gentlemen, if you know the whereabouts
of the stolen fruit...

you may place it outside my cabin door
within an hour.

No questions asked.

Lf, after one hour...

the strawberries are not returned...

I will resume
being your commodore.

A shipboard search will be conducted.

The guilty parties will be found...

bound, quartered and cast overboard.

Carry on.

Good move, swabbie.

With one swallow,
you just saved your butt twice.

Lieutenant Wang.

- Your boots.
- Thank God.

- They look great. What was on 'em anyhow?
- Chig dung.

Sir, you stepped
in an enemy latrine.

Oh, man!

And they still stink.

You know, they are softer.

~~~~

"To all who shall see
these presents, greeting.

"Know ye, that reposing
special trust and confidence...

"in the fidelity and abilities
of Shane Vansen...

"I do appoint her a captain
in the United States Marine Corps...

to rank as such
from the 16th of April, 2064. "

Ready, hut!

Congratulations, Vansen.
You deserve it.

Promise you'll do the same
for me someday?

Ready, hut!

First Lieutenant Cooper Hawkes is an InVitro...

that's just another one of the guys.

Colonel T. C. McQueen,
Gene Pool "13- C, '"

Batch Kappa- 9757, Anchorage Facility.

Yes, sir!

Colonel McQueen and Lieutenant Hawkes...

have come to have
a father- son relationship...

a closeness that is extended
to the rest of the 58th.

It's a bond that the Marine Corps
has encouraged...

as they send these brave
men and women into battle.

Because while prejudice
may exist elsewhere...

it never has in the Marine Corps...

where InVitros have always
been treated equally and fairly.

The fact that
their commanding officer-

-
- Time to pay up, Captain.

... soldier's larger goal
to loyally defend the Earth...

and all its people...

no matter their race,
creed, color or origin ofbirth.

Soft, fluffy paper.

Dear Mom and Dad, I'll never
forget the first time I saw my brother.

Mom said she had a dream
she was gonna have a daughter-

- that I was gonna have a new baby sister.
-

But that day, you told me
the stork fooled us.

You even formally introduced us.

Nathan,
this is your brother, Neil.

Twenty years later,
I can remember thinking...

"His hands are so small. '"

I can return to that moment
in the time it takes to close my eyes.

And in that instant,
no time has passed.

Not a minute of my life
or Neil's has gone by.

On April 9, at 1800,
on the Planet Mors...

your son-my brother-
was killed in action.

Neil was courageously defending his position
and died valiantly.

But now, I can never
throw him another football...

or share an insidejoke.

Today, I'd easily give my own life
just to be able to argue with him.

-
- And yet...

it doesn't mean I'm unable
to let him know how much he meant to me...

how much I love him.

Because to tell you,
Mom and Dad, is to tell Neil.

I can't express
how much I miss him...

how much I miss you both and John.

Keep him safe.

And if one day you should receive
a yellow envelope from the marines...

don't bother to open it.

Reread this letter and know how much
your sons loved one another and you...

and that we are
once again together.

With all my love,
your son...

Lieutenant Nathan West.