All language subtitles for Andromeda S04E01 - Answers Given to Questions Never Asked (2)

Last time on Andromeda...

Nietzscheans.

A gun to one person's head
is a gun to all of ours.

We'll trade our hostages for
the bones of Drago Musevini.

And the Eureka Maru.

Who the hell are these Nietzscheans?

It couldn't have gone better.

Take Drago's remains to the rendezvous.

They're right on time.

The Andromeda's now a trophy
of the Drago Kazov.

I don't care about the bones.

No!

I have to get in. No!

Your fate is waiting for you.

- On the Andromeda.
- I don't know.

If I go back there with you...

...it would be the last time.

Promises, promises.

Stand by for further orders.

- Efforting.
- Efforting?

Cutting yourself off
from your best allies,

aligning yourself with no one.

Odd choice for the ultimate survivor.

We're looking at the universe
coming apart at the seams.

I thought I knew you, Tyr.

And it turns out, all along,

you've just been waiting
to betray us.

- Beka, I wish that I could explain...
- Forget it, Tyr.

Go fix the ship.

Next time we meet...

...friend or enemy?

Live well.

Of the three galaxies that make up

most of the Commonwealth,
Triangulum, Milky Way, and Andromeda,

we are here, at the far
end of the Andromeda galaxy.

Yeah, nowhere.

Yeah, I've been there a few times.

So then we should be safe, right?

Well, we couldn't be farther from
the seat of power of the Commonwealth,

the planet Tarazed.

If there still is a Tarazed.

It appears we are safe.
We were not followed out of slipstream.

Great! Nowhere with nobody,
the story of my love life.

I gotta tell you, boss,

that fight was a close one.

In fact, I'd say that battle
replaced command

as the most dangerous place
in the universe,

paradoxically speaking.

There has been no response
from the courier ships.

We sent to the Commonwealth homeworld.

If the Triumvirate were functioning,
they would respond.

All other Commonwealth posts
are not responding as well,

including the Commonwealth fleet.

Yeah, we got a pretty good look at what
happened to that fleet, if you recall?

Yeah, so how did we get into this mess?

Who started it?

It couldn't have been Tyr alone,
or just the Nietzscheans.

The universe is just too big
for it to have simply been them.

All right. I, for one, don't want
to talk about it anymore, okay,

and I particularly don't want to talk
about the lovable, absentee,

"not-so-young-and-restless"
Nietzschean "you know who."

Correction.
We were followed out of slipstream.

Five Ogami ships approaching.

They never know when to quit.

Adjustment to that correction.

The Ogami are chasing
a small courier ship.

It's in odd condition.
All identification and automatic hails

have been disengaged.

The Ogami appear to have destroyed
its infrared footprinting.

- It's hard to tell if it's one of ours.
- Whatever that means right now.

Where'd he come from?

Rommie, give me a reading.

I'm sorry, Dylan, I can't.
It just appeared.

- Take out the Ogami.
- Firing.

The Ogami are taking direct hits.

Three are destroyed,
the other two are turning back.

Good. Stand down.

The courier ship is still approaching.

Man, those courier ships can go.
Look at that baby fly.

It's moving way too fast.

Correct. Its guidance systems are gone.

- It's hailing us.
- On screen.

This is courier pilot Luck
carrying a message for Captain Hunt.

Please help.
I don't know how long I can last.

Andromeda, bring him in.

- Maneuvering to pick him up.
- He's going to blow right into us, boss.

Match velocities. We'll get him.

How about the bucky cables?

And that's a no on the bucky cables.

Dylan, the pilot is alive.

Get him to med deck. Trance?

You're going to be okay, Luck.
You're safe here.

I traveled through nothing,

darkness.

Captain Hunt...

The Commonwealth is history.

The universe is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt,

captain of the
Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

The Commonwealth is history.

Story over.

All is ended.

My name is Paroo...

and I knew everything.

I knew who was mad at whom.

I was in charge.

I lit the tinderbox
and watched the bonfire.

The universe is upside down.

It's done.
The Commonwealth is in irreparable,

unreliable, irredeemable shambles.

Dylan, listen.

Captain Hunt, you and your crew must
fend for yourselves, save yourselves,

find somewhere where you can
spend the rest of your lives.

If not happily, at least in safety.

Forget about saving the Triumvirate,

the leaders of the Commonwealth.

Tri-Jema, the Triumvir, is here with me.

And you...

You...

Dylan Hunt...

...you, you are to blame.

You swine.

I have Tri-Jema,

and her end...

...will be the final end.

So...

...kiss goodbye the dream that
used to be the Commonwealth.

Why don't you
use your schoolboy charm...

...on your schoolboy dreams?

Can you say "freak?"

Holy schizoid off his medication.

What the hell was that?

An invitation.

An invitation? To what?

To not come to the rescue.

Great, then let's not come to the rescue.

There's still no answer from the
Commonwealth congress on Tarazed.

Or from Sinti, or from anywhere.

The Triumvirs must have realized
they were doomed and made a run for it,

and the Congress followed.

Dylan, I suggest we return to Tarazed,
the Commonwealth homeworld.

It's the most logical place to begin,

but not after we know what
we are doing, and why, of course.

We're not going
to go get this guy, right?

You heard his message.

He's holding a Triumvir captive
and we're going to go get her.

I think this guy's nuts.

And I think he's also right.

The Commonwealth is probably over.

Or almost over.

Yeah, and who knows
when he sent this message?

They could be dead,
they could be dying.

All the more reason to go.

Dylan, it doesn't seem
like there's anything we can do.

I mean,
what would we be going back to?

Don't take this the wrong way, but,
uh, we've all been through a lot.

Yeah, yeah. She's right, boss. It's got
to be worth something, uh, something,

chicks, money...
and I don't see either.

I would've put it more subtly,
but yeah.

All we're saying is, you know,
maybe we're not so crazy

about jumping right back
into hell again.

A hell we'd have to
fight our way back to.

Maybe we deserve a break.

You really feel that way,
Mr. Harper?

Well, I don't know. I guess.

Yeah. I do.

I'm sorry.

Beka?

I'm going to have to
think about this.

It's the Abyss.

Well, that's just great.

You're young.

Actually, I'm very old.

I'm glad that you have come.

Paroo's waiting.

- What future does he bring?
- Your family is not safe.

Try to rest.

I did the wrong thing.

You're going to die,

but your efforts
will continue to live.

Take my light.

You're warm.

Am I home?

Almost, yes.

You're nearly at journey's end.

And, so, perhaps, am I.

- We have been through a lot.
- If the Commonwealth is destroyed,

this situation is impossible.
I mean, do we go back?

Do we sign up for another spin
through the ringer?

You mean, is it worth it?

Yeah.

Each one of us has to choose.

I don't have a choice.

Come on.
Doesn't it feel like it is over?

It's not over until Dylan says it's over.

Luck was tortured.

Luck was tortured.

There's irony for you.

He was tortured for crimes
he never committed.

My crimes, I'm sure.

He knew me.

I knew him,
but I'm really not sure how.

We're entering
a final phase, Dylan.

I know it, and I feel empowered.

We have another worry.

The Bonsai.

I promised you
I would take it to safety,

but that mission will be aborted.

If we go back to find Paroo.

We were taking the Bonsai to a place
where it would protect the future.

If the future holds going back,

then, perhaps, that is where
the bonsai is supposed to be.

Perhaps.

There's no way to know that for sure.

To those to whom much is given,
much is asked.

Well, if only I knew the question.

Shouldn't you be packing to go?

Yes.

I am.

All right, I know you can see
right through me,

but don't think I can't see
right though you, too.

What the hell am I doing?

Hesitation is often the flaw
of great intellect.

What? I'm not hesit...

Thank you.

Look, I'm just tired of getting
my butt kicked all over the universe.

Then leave.

Luck...

How did you get here?

Route of the ages,

from where the universe
tears itself apart,

through the darkness.

Paroo told me.

I'm so sorry.

You've nothing to apologize for.

You've got to save the Commonwealth.

Promise.

I don't know if I can.

Promise.

Promise.

The Commonwealth is history.

My name is Paroo.

Listen.

What is that?

Falling apart.

For lack of a better term,
it is a "ripping".

Isolate it.

I have a minimal amount
of information on Paroo.

His uniform.

Ah, well, they say
the clothes make the man.

Specifically,
the locket on his uniform.

Apparently, he's a Collector.

Ah, okay.

We've met one of these guys.

But the insignia's different.

Correct.

As you know,
they were formed in secret

to collect and preserve the knowledge

of the old Commonwealth after the fall,

but now, according to
many contemporary accounts,

they use their knowledge for power.

Yeah, well, knowledge is power.

I want to know where he is. Let's start
with the route of the courier ship.

His route is anomalous and inconsistent.

The records are intact,
but they lack any logic.

He dropped out of nowhere.

Careful not to get too technical,
Andromeda.

I might not be able to follow it.

The courier's ship

seems to have been riding
an unseen force in slipstream.

Okay, now you lost me.

He started out at one point
by entering slipstream,

and allowing the gravity of
that force to pull him along.

There's no other way to account
for his uncommon speed.

Then, at a certain point,

he released from that force
and became seen.

Show me where he started from.

He seems to have started
at what can only be described

as the all forces nullification point.

In this spot, electromagnetic
and EAK forces are nullified.

Well, that's impossible.
I mean, nothing could exist there.

Any substance would pull apart.

Regardless,
that is where he started from.

I'll need another verification
of that, okay?

Until then?

Well, until then...

...we go back to the battleground
and search for clues

in the remains of the Commonwealth fleet.

Communication and system
analysis of what happened.

Exactly.

And look for survivors.

There won't be any survivors.

Damn it.

It's about... values.
It's about what the Commonwealth means,

and what it represents.

I'm sorry, Dylan.
I'm not programmed for subjective values.

I am.

We have to go back.

Can you ask the crew to do this?

A captain doesn't ask.

I'm frightened.

Join the club.
There's room for everybody.

It's time to act.

Finally, decisively.

Of the many paths ahead,

whichever you choose is right.

Well, we made a deal, Trance.

You just tell me what you know
and what you see.

We'll be all right.

I'm with you all the way.

Good.

I, of course, am in.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Awaiting your command, captain.

Me too.
You know, for a genius,

I make some pretty wacky
decisions sometimes, but, uh...

...here's how I see this one.

If I were to line up
all my mistakes in a row,

back to back, including the one she made,
that I got blamed for,

well, then, there wouldn't be
very many, but even so,

there would be one through line.

If it weren't for you,
I'd be dead many times over.

So, lead the way, boss.

You point, I'll follow.

I'll tell you honestly, Mr. Harper,

I'm not sure what I'm going to do.

Well, that could work to our advantage.

Then again, maybe not.
It's all instinct, isn't it?

Count me in.

I would miss all this.

I swear, I would.

So...

...where to?

We're going back
to the site of our last battle.

It seems like
a fun place to start.

We'll find something there, hopefully.

The fate of the universe
is in your hands, captain.

Thank you for sugarcoating that, Trance.

Beka, slipstream.

We have arrived at the location

of the Nietzschean attack
in the Triangulum galaxy.

Scene of the crime.

There are multiple debris trails of
destroyed and abandoned ships of war.

This place is like a minefield.
What are we looking for, exactly?

Commonwealth ships.

Or what's left of them.

We want communication files,

recorded visuals from the battle.

Gathering information from the wreckage.

I doubt there will be much left of them.

Or, as luck would have it,
we'd find something like that.

It's pretty banged up.
It looks like one of ours.

It's hailing us.

Andromeda, Andromeda,
do you read me? Come in.

Let's hope they're friends.

Well, if they're not,
we'll roast them with the AP cannon.

On screen.

Please, we beg you, hold your fire.

We hail you, sir, as allies.

Identify yourself.

I am Rodrigo Cross,

cruiser commander out of Sinti

and loyalist to the Commonwealth.

Verified. He is Commonwealth.

Commander, why are you still here?

Simple.

We have nowhere to go.

We were with the destroyed
Commonwealth fleet.

Destroyed by the Nietzscheans.

Well, I believe the Nietzscheans
were destroyed as well.

Thank God.

Tell me why you engaged.

Orders from Paroo,

head of Commonwealth security.

The Nietzscheans engaged most assuredly
and encouraged the chaos,

but they did not start the fight.

Nor did we.

Who did?
Who made the first move?

We were not told.

Dylan, I'm uncovering
various communications

to and from the Commonwealth ships.

Many are from Paroo.

Request permission to follow you, sir.

You may not like where we're going.

All right, Andromeda,
show me the Paroo files.

Running Paroo communiques
in chronological order,

images and communications
during the battle.

At that time,
he was stationed on Tarazed.

This is Paroo.

You must proceed.

I'm in charge now.

They'll be fine.

I will protect them.

You have your orders.
The Commonwealth is at stake.

The Andromeda is covering our flank.

That...

...is classified.

I'm in charge.

We're having some problems here.

Everyone, engage.

Engage!

The Andromeda is firing
on the Commonwealth fleet.

Don't you dare...

...to fall back.

We fight to the finish.

Oh, my God...

I'm so sorry.

Where is everyone?

We've been abandoned
by the Andromeda...

And by Dylan Hunt.

The Commonwealth is falling apart.

Dylan, more ships have arrived,

loyal Commonwealth members...

...than, Enkindu, Castalian,

and a small perseid craft.

Oh, good. I hope they have
more of these Paroo files.

They're wonderful.

All right, Beka, take us out of here.

Dylan, here's something interesting.

Tyr.

It's Tyr's slipfighter.

It is empty. There is no sign of life.

What a surprise, huh?
Tyr abandoned yet another ship.

So where the hell
could he have gone?

It doesn't matter.

We did more than
we needed to save him.

He'll survive.

Yeah, I prefer to assume the worst.

Tyr's made it through
some pretty tough scrapes before.

Like I said, the worst. With our luck, he
probably made it through this one, too.

Dylan, you wanted further confirmation
of Paroo's location.

Observe the object behind him.

I knew who was mad at whom.

I was in charge.

I lit the tinderbox
and watched the bonfire.

You got a bad transfer.

No, I don't. Keep watching.

The Commonwealth
is an irreparable, unreliable...

His world is falling apart.

Paroo is at the all forces
nullification point.

Yes, it exists.

And that's where
the courier pilot started from.

I thought that was just a legend.

Legend? Try nightmare.

It's the hole of hell,
it's the fjord of fruitlessness,

it's the nadir of nothingness.

No one comes back from there.

If it exists, of course.

It exists, and we have to find it.

And if we find it, we die.

Oh, gee, that's simple enough, in an
uncomplicated, apocalyptic sort of way.

Look, Paroo is there. Tri-Jema is there.

Paroo wants us to try and rescue her.

He wants us to die trying.

He hopes that once we're there,
wherever "there" is, it will destroy us.

That's rather an obvious trap.

He can't think we'll fall for it.

It's not a question of
falling for anything

We're dealing with someone who doesn't
care if he loses as long as we lose, too.

- I take it we're going?
- We're gonna go.

Plot a course to where that courier pilot
disappeared in the slipstream.

We're going to the nullification point.

This is where the courier pilot
entered slipstream.

It's the absolute middle of nowhere.

Searching.

- Boss, maybe we should, uh...
- There it is.

There.

Magnify.

Rommie?

My sensors indicate it is indeed
sitting in the middle

of the all forces nullification point.

And it is rapidly falling apart.

How can it sit in the middle
of all of that?

There's a force holding it there for now.

Our friends are still following us.

Tell them to fall back
and wait for my orders.

Dylan, according to myth,

the nullification point
is at best conditional,

highly unpredictable and always fatal.

You have a limited amount of time
on the planet.

There are small pockets of refuge
where Paroo and Tri-Jema might be.

I want you two to get this ship
ready to roll.

When I get back,
we're going to be leaving in a hurry.

Yeah, assuming you make it back.

Mr. Harper, it is pasta night.
I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Uh, excuse me.

And, uh...
where do you think you're going?

With you.

Uh-huh, and I don't suppose
it's worth discussing.

Your staying here, is it?

Mm... no.

Like I said, I'd miss this.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Interesting weather we're having.

Oh, yeah, it's a lot of fun.

This way.

Beka, wait!

Talk about not being able
to hold it together.

This way.

Rommie?
Rommie, do you copy?

My sensors are no longer working.

- Trance?
- You're heading in the right direction.

At least that's good news.

Whoo...

The storm before the calm, huh?

Marvelous, don't you think?

A self-cleaning planet.

You just have to be careful
about where you step.

And here you are,

the latest inductee into the plane of
sorrow, disillusionment, and confusion.

My own personal Triumvirate.

Thankfully, I do need some new friends.

Captain, if you don't run, you're dead.
You know that, don't you?

I know when they're going to blow,

just like I knew that you'd come here,

just like I knew
you'd bring these idiots,

these... these defeated pariahs,

sycophants, dwarves!

My mission is to do as much damage
as I can before I go.

Well, whatever you're planning on doing,

I recommend that you try to do it now.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't want you to leave right away,

and no...

I don't want to do this.

You have to go now. Please, just go.

Look, Paroo, I don't know
whether you're acting or insane,

I really don't care, but focus or die.

No.

But I can tell you we are all going.

Going...

Going to die.

Where's the Triumvir?

Listen,

you have to get to Tri-Jema,
don't you see?

Hey, let's trade secrets.

I've only got one
and I've forgotten what it is.

We're all going to die!

Look, I'm sorry,
I've been under a lot of strain.

And I admit, I've made a mistake.

You're much smarter than I am.

It's just that you're up against
the force of all evil.

I mean, whether you're a saint or sinner,
you're going to end up dead.

I betrayed the Commonwealth.

So did you.

That can't be my fault.

Look! Look!

I think he's almost gone.

Oh, I think he left a long time ago.

We should split up.

I'll look for the Triumvir.
You take care of Mr. Cuckoo there.

Thank you.

Oh, Beka?

- Yeah?
- You keep in touch?

Don't I always?

I was happy,

that was the deal I made.

But power corrupts.

I had to give in.

Everybody does in the end.

I was tortured by the Abyss.

For you...

Dylan Hunt.

I'm the preview of coming attractions.

Paroo...

...you have to find yourself.

Help yourself before it's too late.

Correct.

Let me save you from
an embarrassing negotiation.

Take some time to make amends
to whatever god it is you make amends to

before you die.

All right, fine.

Tell me where the Triumvir is.

Well...

...she's around here somewhere.

But I appear to have misplaced her.

Tell me where she is.

Twenty degrees north latitude,

Eighty-four degrees east longitude,

using this position as prime meridian.

Dead ends everywhere.

I think I know where to find her.

It's your turn to babysit.
If he moves, just shoot him.

Would you have made the deal
that I did?

I made a Faustian bargain
with the forces of darkness.

I set off this mess,
this disorder, this disarray.

Really quite simple.

We Collectors know everything,

and we've protected this knowledge,
this power.

I was in charge
of Commonwealth security.

Do you know how easy it is
to set groups against other groups?

It took quite a long time,

but I think it turned out gloriously,
didn't it?

Didn't it?

Didn't it?

Let me ask you a question.

Shut up.

I've slaughtered everyone
who came here.

And then I murdered my own team,

just to make it look as if Dylan Hunt

was trying to destroy

what was left of the Commonwealth.

Anything courageous must go.

It's a fire sale.

It's our plan.

Tri-Jema?

Andromeda, give me a reading.

You appear to be nearing Paroo's mark.

Tri-Jema.

Captain Hunt.

Triumvir...

Tri-Jema...

We are a long way from Tarazed,
are we not?

Move away.

I know how to use this and I will.

What are you doing?

I'm here to help you.

Spoken like the old Captain Hunt.

I'm truly disappointed.

I thought you would be the last
to betray the Commonwealth.

You hear that pounding, don't you?

I share a wall,

a skin,

with the spirit of the Abyss.

Don't you see?

This is how the universe ends.

There's nothing I can do
about it. I've tried.

Like you're not whistling
in the dark,

the pumping of the heart.

You have a heart, don't you?

- Do you?
- I'll have your heart.

Everything's coming home to roost.

Wait a minute, buddy.

Tri-Jema, we have to get off this planet.

- It's pulling apart.
- Why should I go with you?

Last time we heard of you,

Captain Hunt, you were destroying
the Commonwealth fleet.

You can't possibly believe that.

It is a matter of fact.

Trust is gone.

The Commonwealth may be as well.

Look, we don't have time for this
discussion. We have to go now.

Captain Hunt,
I am protected here.

You trust Paroo?

Have you spoken to the guy lately?

I do hope I'm not too late.

It's the curse of being a Judas...

...tardiness.

Captain Hunt,
put down your force lance.

It's a tough world, captain.

You either run or you die.

I hope you haven't been
listening to him, Tri-Jema.

You can see what he's trying to do.

He wants you to leave
and you should stay.

It's safe here.

You are not safe here, believe me.

Yes, I am.

Well, then, here we go,
the classical confrontation,

good versus evil, but the question
is who's on the side of good...

...and who's on the side of evil?

What is your point?

He's lying. I'm not.

We cannot grow old.

We cannot die.

Dylan Hunt, you have no power.

You are in no position to say that.

Tri-Jema...

...meet the Abyss.

Looks like I missed the good stuff.

I think the good stuff is just beginning.

Every politician, of which I am one,

would be confused by these events,

and yet, without calling on
counsel or advisors,

let me state...

...thank you.

Now, get us the hell out of here.

I'm for that.

Awaiting your command.

Don't move.

We'll never make it to slipstream.

Yes, we will.

We're at the same point the courier pilot
was when he entered slipstream.

Beka, form a slipstream
portal around us now.

Form a slipstream portal?
I don't see any slipstream portal.

Cause we're parked right on top of it.

Entering slipstream without even moving?
And I thought I was the genius.

Dylan, the planet is exploding.

Nullification point is closing fast.

Tell the rest of the fleet
to follow us in.

All ships are in.

The nullification point
is directly behind us.

We have to exit slipstream at the exact
same place that the courier pilot did.

Trance, it's time to make a wish
and try your luck.

You know, there's a theory
that the universe

is forever folding back
and over on itself,

like a cross between
a Mobius curve and a wave.

If you could catch that wave,
it'd be quite a ride.

It is going to be
quite a ride, Mr. Harper.

Dylan, I think
I can show you that place.

Hyper slipstream.

Ride the fold, like surfing.

That's exactly what we're going to do.
Andromeda...

...give me everything you've got.

Slipstream decision points
passing five times normal.

Seven times...

- Twelve...
- How are the other ships doing?

Riding in our wake. Decision points
passing 18 times normal...

Twenty, 25...

You want me to hold on to this?

Wait for it.

Surf's up. We're nearing
where the pilot left slipstream.

Where exactly?

Come on, Trance.

Not yet. That tube's breaking bigger
than a towing day at Maverick's.

Where's my stick when I need it?

We're close. Almost there.

Secure your positions. Hold on tight.

Bury the needle, Beka.

I'm still trying to thread it.

- There.
- Beka, now!

Moving on.

- Report.
- All systems are go and functioning.

Wow.

It's a, uh, friendly universe.

I would say it's more than friendly.

It's alive.

We are now approaching Tarazed.

Take us in.

Tarazed has nearly repopulated.

The two Triumvirs have been found.

The Commonwealth has survived.

I think our troubles are just beginning.

We are fortunate to have you as our hero.

A grateful congress
wishes to hear from you.

Tell me what they expect to hear.

Just tell them "I'm with you."

"With you and your destiny."