All language subtitles for Andromeda S04E02 - Pieces of Eight

Incoming message from Triumvir Tri-Jema.

Captain Hunt.

I'll get right to the point.

There was a no-confidence vote
against me in the senate.

Well, at least they're casting votes,
not rocks.

What counts most is that the citizens
trust in you.

Citizens can lose faith more quickly
than anything else,

especially when their belief
is manipulated,

when their opinions
are shaped through fear,

fear for their future.

Then they listen to men
with quick fixes.

You are headed
to the Ganglia Drift.

To improve and update Andromeda
Ascendant's systems and weapons.

Yes, we are.

On Ganglia, there is an Augur,

one who sees the future
and is never wrong.

Never wrong.
Well, that's a trick I'd like to know.

It lives on the drift,

owned by a man who named
himself Citizen Eight.

Ah, yes.
We're dealing with him right now.

He's rebuilding all our ships.

Rebuilding all of your ships.

Correct. His family, as you know,

had ties to the Commonwealth
from before the Fall,

built the fleet lost at Witchhead.

The eighth generation
is now in control,

and the relationship is not as good
as it used to be.

Citizen Eight plans
to replace me, Dylan.

He's behind this move
against me.

I'll help you in any way I can.

It is the entire Commonwealth
that needs your help,

because if Eight supplants me,

his first act as Triumvir

will be to replace the captain
of Andromeda Ascendant.

Okay.

We are well into that first act.

Stop him, Captain Hunt.

Nullify the Prescient, if you must.

It foretold of problems on your ship,

the destruction of repair workers.

There is already alarm
spreading on the drift

concerning your arrival.

So people believe what it says,

and Eight tells it what to say.

The Prescient says I am corrupted,

for sale, that you are even more so.

People are believing it.

Thousands are on pilgrimage
to Ganglia Drift.

The Prescient is due to give a prediction

to coincide with the next vote.

No doubt it will be against me.

If Citizen Eight takes advantage

of this next prophecy, Dylan,

he could not only ruin us,

but hold the entire
Commonwealth hostage.

From today on,

eight is an unlucky number.

Our shipment of worker droids

from Ganglia has gone berserk.

I've isolated the sector hangar

where the droid workers
are attacking.

So they just suddenly started
tearing the place apart?

Uh-huh.

It's so hard to find
good help these days.

No kidding.

Not to worry I've got their numbers.

Resonance frequencies.

I'll fry their circuits
with the push of a button.

Okay, on three.

One, two...

What are the worker droids
doing with weapons?

Those babies explode.

They're emitting a jamming frequency.
I've got to get closer.

That's bad.

Take it out, take it out now!
Take it out, Harper!

- I got it.
- Now or sooner, Harper.

Door!

Clear! It's going to blow.

Nice shooting, Tex.

Cover me!

Harper.

Door!

Maybe the electromagnetic pulse

was an itsy-bitsy-bit too strong.

Rebooting.

Beka.

Well, whatever you did,
Mr. Harper, it worked.

And by the way,

you're in charge of cleanup.

Citizen Eight.

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.

Corporations,
subsidiaries, shell companies,

and tax havens owned by Citizen Eight.

A web of synergistic power
across three galaxies.

He inherited much of it,

though the new buildup of
the Commonwealth fleet hasn't hurt.

So, my work's directly
responsible for his gains.

I guess it gives me the right
to undo it if I have to.

His major earnings, however,
come from weapon sales

and other enterprise
related to the ongoing war.

He distances himself from these.

The money trail
has been difficult to follow.

Incoming message from Ganglia Drift.

He's a step ahead. Pretty good.

It's an invitation

to Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant.

Accept the invitation, Rommie.

Rommie, Andromeda,

once this retrofit is complete,

I'm going to spend the rest of my life

caring for every new system,

re-exploring every nook and cranny,

from your stem to your stern.
Talk about exciting.

Really? I thought you'd be more excited

to be exploring the drift
and all its iniquities.

Well, that, too.

It is famous for its iniquitousness.

You know, here, there really
are nooks and crannies.

Dangerous ones, and Dylan
wants you to stay out of them.

I'm a grown man.

- No, you're not.
- Am, too.

Are not.

We are looking for Captain Hunt.

We are supervising your retrofit.

Ti-Ki is my work designate.

I will respond to that name.

This is Ron-Dai.

We were scheduled
to meet your captain

on command deck.

Well, uh, you're headed
the right way.

It's just down the...

Um...

You know, I'm thinking
it's a little bit complicated.

Maybe I should, uh...

show you the way.
I'm thinking I should stay on board

and oversee the retrofit,

make sure Ron-Dai and Ti-Ki

have everything they need.

Harper, Seamus Harper.

Uh, Lieutenant Seamus Harper.

Sometimes, I double as the engineer.

It's a medal for bravery.

Welcome aboard.

Harper, when are you going to realize
that your luck,

as you would call it, will never change?

Although you've become
quite a connoisseur

of women walking away from you.

Uh, uh...

So how long will retrofitting
the Andromeda take?

You have plenty of time
to enjoy the sights.

Good. It's been a while since
we had some good, old-fashioned fun.

Unfortunately, some of us have to work.

You know what?

I think I'm going to try my luck.

Really?

I've got debts to pay.

Looks like it's just you and me.

Uh... Yeah. Maybe somebody
should watch her back, boss.

Uh, we'll be here when you get out?

Fine, just keep your eyes open.

Yes! Boss?

Captain Dylan Hunt, Andromeda Ascendant.

He's expecting me.
He just doesn't know what's coming.

You know, each one of these

is worth more than anything should be.

How do you suppose
they get that way, huh?

- Pressure.
- Oh, yeah, of course, I know that.

Real pressure, yeah, yeah,
or nature, huh?

Oh, but then again,

I'm not telling you anything, Dylan,

that you don't already know.

I know more than you'd like, probably.

For instance,
I know that you didn't finish

what you intended to do on my ship.

Oh, you think I was involved with that?

Well, you know,

coincidences exist, definitely,

but conspiracy? No.

Workers who I own

evidently go berserk on your ship

for reasons that are still unclear.

The Prescient said that there
would be chaos on the Andromeda.

Maybe you should cancel your retrofit.

No, I think I'll play this one out.

Well, according to my investigations,

a young, unrestrained man on board

apparently set off some kind
of an electric discharge

of some sort.

Maybe that's to blame.

Anyway.

Anyway, regardless of all that,

you're here, and you're safe.

Sounds like a threat.

A threat? Why, are you threatened?

Is Tri-Jema threatened?
I'm your biggest fan.

I'm Commonwealth's biggest fan.
I love the Commonwealth.

Why threatened?
What, what, for what possible reason?

Threatened.

Not much reason ever goes into
some people's reasons, Eight,

except that they just want
what they want,

and they're willing to lie,
cheat, and steal to get it.

Huh. Well,

because nature, in all its grandeur,

has created a creature

that can tell the future,

this makes me a bad guy?

I can't control the Prescient.

The Prescient tells
the future of every person

without mistake.

Can I do that?

Why don't

we have the Prescient read your future?

You know, Dylan,

people listen to it,

because they need
to believe in something.

Nobody forces them, least of all me.

Now, let's come see for yourself.

Come on, it'll be fun!

So many people
with so many questions,

all here for answers.

Well, hello there, Arans.
Nice to see you.

Beka Valentine. Seamus Harper.

- Hey, how did he...
- It's my business to know.

Yeah, it's a business
we're interested in.

You're in good hands.

High priestess Misabo Ahm,

meet Dylan Hunt,

captain of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and his officers.

Adieu.

Welcome, and be welcomed.

Where you have been,
where you are going,

meets you here.

Why don't one of you two go first?

I'll go first.

Enable me through what has gone

so I may see, so you may see.

So I guess I feed it?

This is your past, Beka Valentine.

Forgotten by your parents,

you fought and searched
for recognition.

You must prove who you really are.

In your foretold fate

twelve will do to save the day.

This is your past, Seamus Harper.

In a world gone wrong,

then simply gone,

your mind was refuge.

Your mind has never seen its worth.

Hey, flattery'll get you everywhere.

In your foretold fate

two women will reveal
themselves to you,

make you hold them
until they are secure.

No!

And I know exactly which two.

Thank you, thank you.

You were dead.

Three hundred years,

dead.

Resurrected.

Well, I wasn't...

dead, dead.

We feel for you, captain.

You are in our future as well.

Okay.

Your foretold fate, Dylan Hunt.

You will betray the leaders
and the people of the Commonwealth.

Excuse me?

You know, I really don't...

Uh, you know, I think we've
overstayed our welcome here.

Thank you for my fortune. It's lovely.

Uh, Beka?

Mmm.

- Whoa.
- Ti-Ki and Ron-Dai are my destiny,

so obviously,
we're getting out of this.

Or maybe not.

All right.

I think I just changed our fortune.

So how did it go?

An attempt on my crew.

That's not smart.

You think that's my fault?

You have severely miscalculated.

How? By using every bit
of influence I have

on this drift to protect you?

You know, the word of the prediction

has gotten out.

Don't tell me. I know.

I'm to blame for that, too.

I have to lie down. I'm sorry.

Oh, please.

You know, I think,

I think that you're unhappy

with your fortune.

If the Commonwealth
doesn't like the Prescient,

it's welcome to buy it.

It's for sale.

Meanwhile,

silencing it

will cause a lot more
trouble for you

than if you let it speak.

You're forgetting.

I'm after who it's speaking for.

There's no higher purpose
for this Eight than himself.

I know.

It's what he's connected to
that alarms me.

What's he connected to?

Something unholy is coming,

and it does not want us to be there

when it arrives.

The Prescient is tied to it somehow,

perhaps against its will.

And you believe the Prescient
can tell the future,

but we're not part of that future.

Not if Eight has his way,

and the dark powers he answers to.

Powers that would like to see you dead.

Yes, sir.

The Andromeda is really going to hum

once this retrofit's complete.

Uh... On the other hand,

you're probably asking yourselves,

who designed these AP converters,

so subtle, yet so complex
in their conceptualization?

Who could it possibly be?

I need a spanner.

Me, that's who.

Say, what exactly are you two

doing here? I'm not sure I follow.

And believe me, I would know,
even though I don't.

Okay. A spanner, huh?

I have my very own personal pocket,

although a spanner

will do just fine.

Anyhoo.

If you want to help,
you could figure out

how to reintegrate the cool air in here.

Yeah. I talked to the ship's avatar,

the one I designed,

and she's working on it.

I guess sometimes,
the simplest things are the hardest.

Everyone who gets their fortune
told touches the food.

It's the one thing in common.

Investigating the food source

has revealed yet another link to Eight.

He's directly responsible for procuring
it and shipping it to the temple.

Where's the food made?

That information is proving
very difficult to locate.

Ah, it's definitely its weakness, then.

They're hiding it.

All right, for now, let's find out
what the food is made of.

Here comes Beka.

I love it here. Can we stay?

Uh...

I'd like it if you could maybe
give us 15 more minutes.

Hmm. You want a distraction?

- Yeah.
- You got it.

Hey.

Hey there, boys.

How you doing?

Who wants to play smik-spank?

Huh? Who's in, who's out?
I don't got all day.

Huh? What about you?

- How much you got there?
- Just throw it down.

Ten thousand?

Yeah.

Why don't we double it?

Yeah.

You don't think so?

You don't think I can do it?

My fellow aliens,
it's time to put your money

where your eating cavities are.

Lay it down. Ante up.

All right.

You can do it in 10 seconds?

Twenty thousand says you can't.

Count it down, cowboy.

Three, two, one.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you, thank you.

Come on, buddy.

Oh, oh, wait. Um...

I will bet you

this gun against that necklace.

I can steam-clean
every one's clothes

in here before you get
a chance to take it off.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And there goes the guard.
Thank you, Beka.

- Now? Hmm.
- Oh, yeah.

How many ricochets was that?

12.

Twelve ricochets.

Twelve will do to save the day.

All right, let's hurry
before the guard comes back.

It's over here.

I love how you do that.

Here you go.

- Ah, thank you.
- You done?

Uh, yeah.

All right, let's, uh...

see what's for dinner.

I've examined the Prescient's food.

It's micro-folded layers
of brain tissue,

rich with neural chains of g-cells
and enteric neurotransmitters.

That's something you could grow
in replication vats.

Yes.

Glabrous pads in an organic's hands

excrete neurons
with electrochemical information.

There's a piezoelectric charge
between the layers,

so when an organic touches the food,

the energy level jumps.

Neural chains relayed
by a-beta and delta fibers

in the food are then digested and decoded

by the Prescient.

So to get your fortune told,

you feed the alien. To feed the alien,

you touch the food,
and your strongest emotions

and thoughts are
transferred to the food.

It's very convincing.

Hmm. And if it knows your secrets,

you would believe anything that it says.

But somehow,
Eight is influencing the Prescient.

All right, we have to get back
to that temple.

But Dylan, you're not a very
popular person down here.

Yeah, I know.
I feel like a politician.

Ladies, ladies, please,

there's enough Harper
to go around for everyone.

Harper!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess, if you don't count

the total eclipse of my entire life.

What life?

Ha!

I found something. Meet me downtown.

Greetings, oh,
Mistress of Material Management.

A program code.

Hmm.

Whoa.

Ultra-high density.

Ultra-ultra-high density.

I've contained them in a matrix.

Otherwise, they'd be traveling
to their destinations.

Which are?

Every system and sub-system in me.

I'm jealous.

A slave driver, huh?

Quite a sophisticated one.

I'm proud that I found it.

I suspect one or more
of the workers on board.

No, not Ron-Dai.

Not Ti-Ki either?

Harper, why don't you find
yourself a nice girlfriend?

I tried building one,
but she doesn't want me.

And because, yes,
the universe is big,

but finding one Mrs. Harper,
let alone two.

Accessing Harper quote archive.

If you're a bad hunter,
the woods are always empty.

That archive is private.

Not so much.

You, Dylan Hunt,
are mysterious in ways we have not seen.

Really?

Well, how can that be?
I thought you knew everything.

We knew you would come back.

Well, then you know
why I'm here, don't you?

I need to know more about you

and the Prescient.

Where did you come from?

We came from the light.

It's a place that no longer exists.

No longer exists.

This wouldn't...

happen to have anything to do with

the Abyss or the Magog, now, would it?

They go by many names.

We escaped death

only to be captured by Nietzscheans.

We were passed

from hand to hand,

planet to planet.

At times, it was all we could do

to keep the darkness at bay.

We ended here.

I'm sorry.

My people valued truth above all things.

The pure motivation.

Bonded pairs were bred for truth.

Together, we see for a lifetime.

It's beautiful.

And true.

So the two of you together,

you knew when people were lying.

Bonded pairs kept our society
free from many ills.

The future held few lies

and fewer disputes.

He says when bad things came,

they came unexpectedly from the sky.

So you could read
everybody else's future,

but not your own.

We also knew you would understand.

We ask you now, Captain Hunt,

where do we find warmth
in a cold universe?

Well, if you, uh...

don't know the answer,

then how would I?

I guess,

I guess that's why we have hope.

The Commonwealth brings this for you?

Yes.

Yes, it does.

Not all of the universe is dark.

We are not free,

free to join or be citizens or share.

We have been made a commodity.

Our skill, it has become grotesque.

I'll help you.

You cannot.

I can tell you of another prediction.

The Prescient has foretold

that it will be the last thing
Eight ever sees.

We are linked with him...

forever.

No escape.

I need to ask you for a favor.

Misabo's codes are working.

And we're in Eight's office.

I'm detecting a data port
in the bookshelf.

Here it is.

Accessing.

Hurry up, Rommie.

The Prescient's food is from
the Sig Delmond system,

fifth planet deep in an 18-planet system.

Captain Hunt!

Would this be an ideal time

for me to offer you a new allegiance?

To something that will last,

unlike the Commonwealth.

I have a better idea.

I'm going to find
the Prescient's food source

and destroy it.

There will be no more predictions.

Snake.

Hostility against a member planet?

Congress will never give permission.

I'd never ask.

You don't seem to understand
what's going on here, Dylan.

I'm offering you a position beside me.

An allegiance, you said.

Well, it's not like you have
a whole bunch

of choices, do you?

You're in quite a spot.

Many on this drift want you dead.

I'm managing.

All right, let me put it this way.

Don't join me,

and your time here is up.

A bit of advice,

Eight.

Never threaten a man who could cut you

in two.

You can't touch me.

I'm too important to the Commonwealth.

I'm rebuilding all their ships.

One of them is yours.

There's no one else who can do that

as quickly

and well and cheaply.

Across these three galaxies,
I am essential,

and you're going to stop me?

It is your duty to protect me.

You know nothing about duty.

I know this.

It is the first duty

of a person in power

to stay in power.

You know how I do that,

Dylan?

Among the many things
that I manufacture

is consent.

The Prescient helps me do that,

because it is its nature.

You can't stop that,

and you can't stop
the way people will support it.

Captain, history is made at night.

The question is,

are you going to join the real power

of those who will make it?

I make history

in the light.

Here's a future for you, Eight.

Next time we meet,

it'll be the last.

This thing is the nastiest,

scariest, absolutely coolest
bit of programming

I have ever seen, next to,

of course, my own work.

It's isolated. It should be removed.

I can't believe those two did this.

That is so hot.

So what do we do?
What did the boss say?

Leave it.

Leave it? Leave a slave driver?

Do not touch that device.

His words.

Well, I mean, he has a plan, right?

We're not just going to

leave it, leave it.

Dylan Hunt will not

leave this drift alive.

Prepare to cast off.

Your systems are not fully functional.

Escort these women to the brig,

hold them,

and make sure they're secure.

Beka, plan a course for Sig Delmond.

We'll destroy the Prescient's food source

and let the future fend for itself.

Approaching slipstream point.

Eight has launched
transport ships, and they are following us.

We're being hailed from the drift.

On screen.

Leaving? Really?

I'm surprised.

I didn't expect you would
talk before you fight.

Captain Hunt,

if you leave, I will make a case
against you for treason.

Yeah, right.

I'm the traitor.
I work against the Commonwealth,

and since that is true,

load offensive missile tubes
one through 40.

Captain, I'm warning you.

Hunt out.

Dylan, a complication.

His ships are not transports.

They are marking us for weapons fire.

Brace for impact.

Fire defensive missiles,
tubes 41 through 60.

Load AP cannons and close!

- No response.
- Automated defenses are losing power.

The slave driver's been activated.

Slipstream drive is off-focus.

Rommie, you said you had
that slave program under control.

There must've been
another one I missed.

Dylan.

And we're dead in space.

No control over any systems.

Dylan, you have to get
Rommie back online.

Eight has us backed into a corner.

The next move is up to him.

Dylan, we better start throwing stones,

because that's all we've got left.

Incoming message
from the Ganglia Drift.

Put it up.

You sabotaged my ship.

You forced my hand, captain.

I tried to explain it to you,

but you wouldn't listen.

You still can save yourself
and your crew.

The Commonwealth will not last.

Forces beyond it will change the course
of all consciousness.

It's a very public move

for someone who likes
to make history at night.

I saw an opening.
I... Now I control the fleet.

I control the Commonwealth.

I hope you don't mind.

We've been broadcasting
your comments

to all open Commonwealth channels.

Now, Citizen Eight,

here's my definition of history.

Rommie,

full battle blade extension.

Blades extended.

No, wait.

Open fire.

And so much for Eight's ships.

Prep my slipfighter.

We have told you
all that we can tell you.

- There is nothing else.
- You haven't told me.

Eight!

Captain.

Captain, captain, captain.

You, you've made things
very difficult for me, I'll admit that,

but setbacks are
just part of a long life.

You're under arrest for conspiracy and
sabotage against the Commonwealth.

Arrest? I don't believe
that anybody told me

that you have power over me or over us.

No.

I am a salesman,

a genius at that,
and you know what I found?

I found that the best product,

after all is said and done,

is truth.

You sell lies.

You take advantage
of people's hopes and dreams,

and that's why they believe you.

People believe, Dylan,

because they don't know any better,

just like you.

You are only as good

as the universe allows you to be.

Eight!

Luckily, I only have to be
better than you.

Two plus two plus...

The last thing you'll ever see.

You're free now.

This is all we ever wanted,

was to have our own future.

And now you shall have it.

A Commonwealth ship will take you.

Look at you.

Look how good you look, huh?

Ladies, the tiger is on the loose.

Seamus Zelazny...

Seamus Zelazny Harper
and slipstream core,

all dressed up and ready to go.

Big date with Ron-Dai and Ti-Ki?

Yeah.

How do I look

for the twin mysteries of love?

Right.

Well,

maybe they'll let them have
pen pals in prison.

That would be sweet.

What?

Oh, didn't you hear?

They were arrested for sabotage.

I believe Dylan said something like,

hold them. Make sure they're secure.

Sound familiar?

My future.

My future.

Eight had a hand in every corner
of the Commonwealth.

It won't be easy
to unravel his empire.

Yes, but in the long run,

his industries will benefit us,
not our enemies.

Captain Hunt, Dylan.

The Commonwealth and I
owe you a debt of gratitude.

You owe me nothing, Tri-Jema.

All my accomplishments,
I owe to the Commonwealth.

This is the reason
you are an inspiration to so many

in these difficult times.

Well, thank you, I'm flattered.

But you know me.

I prefer to stay out of the spotlight.

Hey, there you are.

How's our leafy passenger?

Like me, happy to be away from Eight.

Well, he was a fool.

He saw power as solitary.

Power has to be shared.

That is the key to survival.

I see many possible futures,

and few things are certain,

but some are.

Dylan.

I know you are chosen.
You are the one.

"The one."

I don't know what that means.

Give it some time.

Uh, I also know

that in the future,
you will betray the Commonwealth,

and I do not know how or why

or what will happen,
but you will.

Really?

Well, if I do betray
the Commonwealth,

I'm sure I'll have a damn good reason.

Dylan, I'm being serious.

You do not know what's coming.

Well, Trance,

life wouldn't mean much
without surprises, now, would it?