All language subtitles for Andromeda S04E05 - HarperDelete

This could have
been us so many times.

It still can be.

Let's just get what we came
for and get out of here.

Assuming what we
came for survived.

Rommie, We're on command
of the Magellan Melro.

Copy that.

These poor people.

Rommie,

- are you getting all of this?
- Tracking on command.

Well, lucky for us,
zero radiation,

and atmosphere is normal.

Never occurred to me
there'd be crew left.

If you call dead being left.

They're not dead.

Not physically

but mentally, spiritually,
and emotionally, they're gone.

Who the hell did this?

Beka, play back security file.

Check.

Command sequence
security file, stop.

File reverse
to last motion detected.

Nietzscheans.
Surprise, surprise.

Pause playback.

Rommie, identify.

Subject's Nietzschean.

Alpha's identity Calleb Voth,
Rakhshasa Pride.

Resume playback.

Well, this explains why
we haven't found the weapon.

What explains this?

They were like this before
the Nietzschean pirates got here.

Alert.

Magog craft just
entered the sector.

Scout ship. Damn.

Did you see that energy pulse?

That's what did it.

It came from something
they were transporting.

A device.

When they were hit in battle,
it must have activated.

It activated the weapon
we were sent here to get.

End playback.

Revise. Magog presence
has multiplied.

It's a swarm.

Let's get these people
back to the Maru,

fast. Go, go!

Andromeda, casting off.

When you have the Magog
in range, take them out.

They're coming on fast.

I don't know if we'll be able
to make it back in time.

One of the moons off starboard.
We can take cover there.

Take it.

Firing on the Magog.

Tell me that was
the last of them.

That was just first wave.

We're not the only ones
after that weapon.

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 weapon you sent us to recover

from the Magellan Melro
was stolen.

Nietzscheans pirated the wreck
before we got there.

Who are the Nietzscheans?

Well, their leader
is Calleb Voth.

Identifies as an Alpha.

Turns out that he's
the brother of Malea Voth,

the Pride's true Alpha.

The most powerful member
of the Rakhshasa military Pride.

Yes, but a lousy sister.

She banished her brother
and his followers

to the primitive side
of the planet.

That's why he scavenges
for a living.

It is imperative
we get the weapon back.

Understood.

The sooner the better,
before the Magog come back.

Oh, and Tri-Jema?

I'll need every
Commonwealth record

that you have on that weapon.

It's called File D,

a planet range sub-theta
radiation generator.

It deletes
consciousness in organic sentients

by destroying neuron-linking
functions of the brain,

leaving the autonomic
system intact.

Planet range, huh?
That's huge.

Gives me a headache
just neuron-linking about it.

A device that kills
the mind but not the body.

No wonder the Magog want it.

Yeah, it delivers a protein
source that won't fight back.

It was confiscated from
a Magog drift by the Commonwealth,

and studied briefly

before the decision
was made to relocate it.

That is what
the Magellan Melro was doing with it.

Affirmative.

It was being taken to an uninhabited
planet for safe keeping.

So, sticking it somewhere was supposed
to keep it out of the wrong hands?

No.

Sticking it somewhere
was supposed

to keep it from inadvertently
harming anyone else.

Since confiscation,

it has been activated two times.

Another brilliant Commonwealth
plan in action.

Sticking it somewhere.

So what set it off?

Scratch that. Dumb question.

Whoever pushes the button
doesn't remember.

Well, we do know
the first activation was caused

by a sudden sharp motion.

- The missile hit on the Magellan.
- Yes.

The cause for the second
activation though, remains a mystery.

Show me those records.
There's got to be some more info

on the second activation
somewhere.

A tool so irresistible,

yet unstable enough to destroy
all those who would wield it.

A gift to the Magog
from the Abyss.

Maybe we should
just let them have it,

and then let them
have it again with a missile.

Wait a minute.
Here's something.

It's an unopened file,

But pass-locked.

Andromeda,
run sequence tests on it

and let us know when
you crack the access code.

Okay, people.
Now we know what it is,

let's go get it.

Captain,

as requested, I've been
monitoring all communication

on Carva Rakhshasa,

and just now have decoded
a message

sent from a military compound on
the opposite hemisphere to Calleb Voth.

Project.

Father,

I've been kidnapped
by your sister, Malea.

The price of my return

is a ransom.

Something called File D.

Please,

Father, give it to her.

She says it matters not
that we're flesh and blood.

She will harm me.

And you,

above anyone,

know how good I am at harm...

...dear brother.

Makes you glad
to be an only child.

Would it be crass if I said

I can't wait to get
a look at this thing?

Yes.

Right now, it's more important
that no one gets a look at us.

- Agreed.
- Hey, check this out.

Cargo transports approaching
Carva Rakhshasa.

It's perfect.

Let's join the convoy.

Intersecting raider
transport vector.

Move.

Keep moving.

As sensitive as File D is,

they wouldn't have moved it far.

My guess is it's just past
that salvage there.

So far, I only count
one guard. Sheesh.

Piece of cake.

Yeah, they weren't
expecting company.

Not this soon, anyway.

Hey, big boy.

Hey, big boy.

Oldest trick in the book.

Leave that.
Take the other one.

You, move.

Come on, move!

Harper.

Souvenirs later.

Faster.
Come on, hurry up.

Stop right there.
Drop it.

Drop it.

Faster!

Now that's the oldest
trick in the book.

Now, Mr. Harper,

did you increase the DNA
identification charge in my force lance?

Maybe. Just a little.

That's what I thought.

Sorry about that.

Let's go.

Drone transport.
I think we found it.

A drone transport's internal
can be zeroed out.

Right, motion-cancelling vault.

Our disinherited Nietzschean
may be poor,

but he's no dummy.

Well, so much for plan A.

Snatch and run is out of the question.
How about a plan B?

We've already got a plan B.

Grab the kidnapped kid,
use him as a bargaining chip.

You're going to kidnap
a kidnapped kid?

Yeah.

How about a plan C?

I got one.

I'm getting a little concerned

about File D's spotty
activation record.

With us this close,
if that thing goes off?

Let's just say
for my twilight years,

I saw me living out
my days on a pleasure drift

in a hammock built for three,

not winding up
as a Magog nursery

with a head full
of liquid brain-o.

We're well aware
of the risks, Mr. Harper.

What if I could
get inside, boss?

Get my hands on File D,
see what makes it tick?

Maybe I could deactivate it.

Come on, once I'm inside the drone,
no one's going to come near me.

I'll be as safe as can be.

Hell, I'll be even safer
than out here.

Dream on, Harper.

One misstep,
and your IQ's my ring size.

There's no way
we're leaving you here.

Yes, you are,

because you already
thought of this, didn't you?

You're just waiting
to see if I'd volunteer.

Because it's so dangerous, you weren't
going to make me go in there

unless I was willing, right?

This is why we brought him?

I knew it.

As good as he is at everything
I can possibly think of,

I can always read his bluff.

No offense, boss,
but when it comes to cards,

you're a lousy player.

Well, thank you,

but what counts right now

is how good
of an engineer you are.

Mr. Harper,
don't make me regret this.

Look at it this way.
If I screw up, you won't be able to.

I won't. I swear.

Famous last words.

- Who asked you?
- Cute comeback, Harper.

Just make sure you
come back. Alive.

Piece of cake.

Well, if anything
goes wrong, you contact us.

Nothing's going to go wrong.

I know.

We'll draw their fire.

Good luck.

- After you.
- After you. I insist.

Hey! Intruders.

Return fire.

Cover me!

Well, that's one
problem taken care of.

Now we have to convince Calleb
to hand over File D willingly.

And how are we going to do that?

Outsmart him?

I hate it when we
have to outsmart Nietzscheans.

It's even more exhausting
than beating them up.

Yeah,
but it's a lot less painful.

I think we lost them.

I think you're right.

I'm out of shape.

Rommie, Trance,

prep the Maru.
Get ready for take off.

So what's next on
this outsmart them plan?

Well, I'll distract Malea,

while you re-kidnap the kid.

Sounds easy enough.

In theory.

We've got guards
after us in slipfighters.

What do you want to do?

You know what I want to do.

So much for a stealthy exit.

No, no. This might work
to our advantage.

- Good shooting.
- Thanks.

I have orders to make sure the
atmospheric activator's, uh, activating.

Fine, don't believe me.
Call Kalomar yourself.

But if the delay makes
this thing megatriangulate,

it's not my brain that's
going to be erased over it.

Better give me your name,
just in case.

Thank you.
I won't be long.

Megatriangulate.

How do I think this stuff up?

I have General Malea Voth.

Will you accept a forward?

On screen.

Captain Dylan Hunt.

I thought that was
a High Guard ship I saw up there.

I'm a little busy right now.

Came to talk to your brother
about his piracy habit,

but we didn't exactly
get a warm welcome.

Why would you?

We haven't been part of the
Commonwealth in over three centuries.

Yes, that's true,

but trade relations
with home worlds

that are members
are important to you.

You buy fuel from Casropei.

You sell munitions
to Lur and Voltaeo.

No need to play
the boycott card, captain.

Come and talk to me.

I'll tell you all
about my brother.

And I thought my family
was dysfunctional.

Dylan.

This is Malea Voth's
main compound.

High res imaging shows a large
cell block and a sky port.

I used deep probe radar

to obtain a floor plan
of the stronghold.

There is one occupied cell
in a vacant wing.

She's got him in isolation.

Beka, take us in.

All right. Get in,
grab the kid, and get out.

I'll keep Malea distracted
as long as I can.

Dylan, be careful.

What, me be careful?

Trance, I'm only the decoy.

You three
are the main attraction.

Really?

I always wanted to be a star.

Good luck.

In.

Goodbye, High Guard.

Just doing a little...

...reminiscing.

Hmm...

Let's see how well you
do against the real thing.

I'm surprised at your skill,

considering you've
never played before.

Us kludges are good
at a lot of things.

It's your...

...Nietzschean arrogance
that blinds you to that fact.

Stop.

Off.

This current mission you're on,

this attempt to suppress
my brother's piracy,

seems rather a...

banal assignment
for an officer of your station.

What's the real reason
you're here?

To distract you...

...while my crew penetrates
the security of your compound.

It's impossible.

I'm just doing
my Commonwealth duty.

Duty. Now that's
a quaint concept.

It's odd you still cling to it

after your exposure
to Tyr Anasazi. You are that...

...Dylan Hunt.

Well, Tyr's philosophy
made an impression.

That it failed to influence

was probably
very frustrating for him.

Frustration isn't Nietzschean.
It's too exhausting.

But then, you wouldn't know
anything about exhaustion, would you?

Lady, I am ready when you are.

Okay, body heat monitor.

That must be how they
keep track of the prisoners.

That means they'll know
if the boy's gone.

Great.

Now we need a plan D
and a File D.

We need a decoy. I'll stay.

I should. I can regulate my body
temperature to match his.

You can?

Well, then,

Dylan wouldn't want you alone,

and I have almost no body heat,

so the sensors
wouldn't register me.

That is, if you don't mind getting
Kallah out all by yourself.

I think I can handle him.

I do not wish to be disturbed.

What about sprung?

Ten seconds.

I used to do this in five.

Well,

I have ninety one point
five watts, by my count

Explain to me
how Nietzschean loyalty

lets you treat
your brother this way.

We're a complex race.

We have complex relationships.

Besides, he and his followers

have come in useful
for target practice.

Well,

if your guys shoot
as well as you play,

Calleb has nothing
to worry about.

Oh, really?

Really.

Nice game.

I will find out why you're here.

And next time we play,

I'll win.

Next time we play,

it'll be for real.

Two ampoules
of neural suppressant

should keep him asleep
till the fat lady sings.

Make it three.

My chat with Malea Voth was
a Nietzschean refresher course.

Three it is.

So now what?
We send Calleb

a creepy message of our own?
File D, or junior gets it?

He'd know damn well we're
not good for a threat like that.

Unlike his loving sister.

That's for sure.

Well, let's get our special guest
back to the Andromeda.

Check, and lifting off.

Full thrust. Malea's patience
will be wearing thin.

I wonder how Harper's doing.

Let's find out.

Mr. Harper, do you copy?

I'm here, boss.

We're assuming
no news is good news?

Sorry. I lost track of time.

You guys should see this thing.

File D is like a news flexi

with a super-sized
power source attached.

It's so unimpressively simple

and inconspicuous,

it's a work of art.

Well, just keep us posted.

Any problems,
we'll be back in a hurry.

Intercepting a new message

from Malea Voth's compound
en route to her brother Calleb.

Talk about being impatient.

Project.

Stalling isn't going
to make this go away, Calleb.

Now, I'm giving you until sunset

to deliver the ransom
to my compound.

If you fail...

you'll wish
he'd never been born.

Sunset? That's nothing.

Wait till she finds out
her nephew's gone.

Rommie and Trance
have a solid evac plan.

The bigger concern is Calleb.

If he gives in to his sister
before I get to him, it's all over.

Especially for Harper.

Damn. Change course.

We're heading back
to Calleb's side of the planet.

Vectoring new trajectory.

Andromeda,

contact Calleb Voth.

Tell him I'm on my way
to see him about his son.

- One of the sentries.
- Get up, boy.

Time to eat.

I said do not wish to be disturbed,

you damn mechanized bolt module.

Fine. Starve, then.

I love when you
do your impressions.

We should spend more time together.

Dylan Hunt.

An escort.

How thoughtful.

Anyone there?

Hello? Anyone there?

I'm not just talking
to myself here.

Go ahead, Harper.

Just checking in.

So are you making any progress?

Well, I hit it
with a neutron ray.

I've got to hand it to whoever
thought this thing up.

I couldn't have done
better myself.

File D

sends out a homing signal

when it's activated.

Hmm. I thought you were there
to find out what else makes it go off.

I'm getting there,
I'm getting there.

Why the disrespect?

Because at this point all we know
is it could happen at any second.

Thanks for the reminder.

So...

...how is it you could
possibly know

that my son has been kidnapped?

My ship

intercepted a ransom
transmission from your sister.

The all powerful
Andromeda Ascendant,

relegated to eavesdropping.

How the mighty have fallen.

We came here looking for you...

...about something you borrowed
from the Commonwealth.

File D.

I was going to use it to help me

reclaim everything my sister
stole from me.

My cities, my armies,

history...

...culture.

Now I'm forced
to use it to reclaim

the one thing I thought
she could not take.

My flesh and blood.

Well, if you believe
that then I've got a planet

I'd love to sell you
with a three moon view.

Meaning?

Well, you're fooling yourself
if you think Malea

will hold up her end
of the deal.

Hand over File D, then she'll
have it and your son.

No.

He's a pawn.

Once she has what she wants--

What she wants is to crush
you out of existence,

starting with banishment,

then starvation,

then ending with the death
of your progeny.

No Nietzschean would
ever spill the blood

of their own Pride,

not even my dear sister.

Imprison him.
But kill him? Never.

Well, then, maybe
you'll be dead to him.

Months of brainwashing,

of being taught to hate you.

His every meal and every breath
depending on it?

The instinct
for survival is strong,

especially if you're
a Nietzschean.

I don't have a choice!

- Then I'll give you one.
- You don't know my sister!

Yes, I do.

You have to be
smarter than Malea.

Don't pay the ransom.

You broadcast an offer
across the galaxy.

A substantial reward
for the boy's safe return.

You'll have every
bounty hunter and mercenary

this side
of the Nullification Point

on top of her
like Magog on a medic drift.

And where in three galaxies

do you propose I find
this kind of money?

Let me put it this way.

The Commonwealth is very serious
about getting File D back.

You want your son,

we want the weapon.

It's a deal that'll make
everyone happy.

Well, except for your sister,
of course.

I think we both know
what would make me happy

is having it all.

So what is it that makes
you think you can trust me?

I-I don't trust you.

But right now it's
the only plan I've got.

You have my son.

That's why you're here.

That's why Malea
hasn't contacted me.

You came here
to trick me, captain.

Very good.

Your grief is getting
the better of you, Calleb.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Where is he? On your ship?

I know you have him.

I want my son, captain.

You can go. We're done
talking for now.

And, captain...

Don't forget
what it is that I have.

You're not a sentry.

And you are not...

I think we're finished here.

Yeah, I'd say the abort mission parameters
have been adequately met.

Intruders!

Dylan, you said to evacuate
if we had a problem.

We've had four.

Get to the recon
as fast as you can.

- I'll send Beka.
- I'm on my way.

What about you and Harper?

I'm picking him up now.

Beka, as soon as you have
Rommie and Trance, get back here. Fast.

Dylan, your timing's perfect.
We're headed back now.

Something's very wrong.

No...

my timing is not perfect.

Come on.

I've got the drone in sight,
but I'm already at max velocity.

Faster.

You're sure
that Harper's still inside?

He'd have told me
if he's leaving his post.

Does he know where he is?

It's doubtful.

The drone's motion
canceling capabilities

prevent him from sensing
its movement,

and are likely keeping
him protected.

The problem is there's
nothing inside that drone

to keep File D from sensing
Harper's movement.

If he finds out he's in orbit

and he starts to panic,
he could set it off.

Oh, my god. How do we keep
that from happening?

We don't tell him.

Are we to withhold
all communication from Harper?

No, he'd get suspicious.

I have been able to open
the locked file per Harper's request.

In it, File D's additional
activation parameters are outlined.

- The secondary trigger.
- Give it to me.

In addition
to being activated by a disturbance,

File D also has a sensor

which registers
electrochemical signals

from the sinoatrial node.

It then synchronises a delayed
activation sequence to those signals.

Sinoatrial node signals.

Heartbeats.

File D syncs to a heartbeat.

Then File D will go off
after a predetermined number of beats.

Does it say what
sets off the countdown?

Exposure to neutron radiation.

Harper used an N-ray on it.

Then it's already
been triggered.

Well then, it's a wise move

not telling him
about the danger he's in,

now that his life depends
on keeping his heart rate down.

Okay, listen up.

Once we reestablish
communication with Harper,

remember,

we have to keep him
calm and relaxed.

Yee-haw!

This thing makes
my heart go pitty-pat.

Boss, this is a sweet
marvel of design.

Hello?

Anyone there?

We're on our way, Harper.

Why don't you just take it easy.

Take it easy? That's unusual.

And nice for a change.

Dylan out.

Finally, a little respect
for the old Harper.

Just had to snuggle up

to the universe's most
dangerous weapon to get it.

Trance, anticipate its course.

Anticipating.

This thing's got
major acceleration.

I know, faster, faster.

Dylan,

it appears to be
vectoring into orbit.

- Really.
- Yeah.

Beka,

turn us around.
We'll catch it on the flip side.

Hey, guys.

It's your friendly
but freezing engineer here.

It's getting a little cold.

I think I'll crack the hatch
just a little.

No!

Don't take any risks.

We don't want
to blow your cover.

I just want to open my cover

- enough to let in a few rays.
- Damn it, Harper, I gave you an order!

It was nice while it lasted.

Dylan? Incoming
message from Calleb.

On screen.

Captain,

have you been avoiding me?

I'm anxious to make
arrangements regarding my son.

Yeah, why don't you send
that drone back my way,

and then we'll
have a discussion.

No discussions, captain.
We play by my rules.

I have a transport ship waiting orders
to capture the orbiting drone

and bring File D to your
beloved capital, Terazed,

at which point it will
be programmed to run into a bit of

of turbulence and released.

I don't think I need to tell you
that anyone within planetary range

will be killed.

And when I go to retrieve
my precious device,

I do think that I will
occupy your capital.

It's not as if anyone
will be left to stop me.

I hope we understand
each other, captain.

Dylan, we're being
tracked by a Magog scout ship.

Harper, we have to talk.

Okay, I'm back.

I'm terrified to ask,
but Harper, what were you doing?

Push ups.

No push ups!

Enough with the micromanagement.

Captain, there is a swarm
approaching.

Their craft are consistent
with the Magog.

And just when things
were going so well.

They're on an
intercept trajectory.

File D has a homing signal.

The Magog have picked it up,
and they're following it.

Dylan, they're
targeting the drone.

What, they're going
to detonate it?

It's a suicide mission.

You know, Magog are the polar
opposite of Nietzscheans.

Rommie, open a comm
channel with Calleb

If you're done licking
your wounds, captain,

I'm ready to make
those arrangements.

Yeah, make the arrangement
to have that drone sent back to me,

and then we'll discuss
your son's future.

Stupid and stubborn.

It's time to admit
defeat, captain.

You've lost.

I've won.

It really depends
on how you define winning.

You see, at this moment there are
a swarm of Magog targeting the drone.

I've got them.
They're already over planet.

And with
that drone still in orbit,

its activation will kill everyone,
including you,

so I would call that a loss.

Another weak bluff.

Then check for yourself.

If you'd like,

we could keep File D
very safe for you.

The drone is turning around.

Excellent.

The Magog ships
are already closing in.

It won't get here in time.

Then we have to get to it first.

Faster.

I'll get you faster.

A little consideration.

Is that too much to ask for?

Just a little bit of space

so I can do my thing.

Would it kill anyone?
No. Unlike this,

if I can't disconnect
the theta pulse generator.

The sequence
has already started?

When did that happen?

Mr. Harper,

things have just gotten
a little complicated.

Uh, You're telling me.

But nobody said this was going
to be a cakewalk, right, boss?

- Yeah. Without going into details--
- Uh...

whatever it is, I'm sure you'll handle it
like you always do.

I don't mean
to cut you off, boss,

but, uh, I'm kind of in the middle
of something here.

He's figured it out.

Dylan, I've got the drone,

but it's going too fast.

It's going to crash
into my cargo bay.

Target its two GFTs
with missiles.

The increase in mass
will cut its velocity.

My heartbeat is like the Divine.

It is the air, it is the water.

My heartbeat is like the Divine.

It is the air, it is the water.

My heartbeat is like the Divine.

Good work.

All right, Andromeda,
take them out.

It is the water.

I got it.

I got it. I got it!

Whoo-hoo!

Trust in the Harper.
The Harper is good.

Whoo.

I did it.
I deactivated it.

I deactivated it.

What the?

This is the Maru.

He's fine. Let's get back
to the Andromeda.

Well, well, if it isn't
the happy brother and sister.

You two put up a good fight.

You know, there's nothing easy about
out-maneuvering Nietzscheans.

Flattery won't get you anywhere.

I want that weapon.

File D is safe and sound.

Is that why you've
called, captain?

To gloat before leaving
the system?

Don't be such a poor sport.
You got your son back, didn't you?

And I didn't call to gloat.
I called to give you a warning.

There's a greater threat out there.
It's bigger than this weapon,

it's bigger than the Magog.

Now, learn to get along
or suffer the consequences.

- Another threat?
- And what happens if we don't?

Then you have
no chance of surviving.

I just thought I'd let you know

because I'm one of the good guys.
Hunt out.

Mission accomplished.

Good work, everyone.

Oh, what's the status on the crew
of the Magellan Melro?

The crew members are being transported
to a research facility,

and someday perhaps,
there will be a way to revive them.

And Tri-Jema has sent you a message.

She will offer her congratulations
in person when you bring in File D.

Then I'll have to pass.

I've decided to keep File D
here on Andromeda

where I can keep an eye on it.

There's just one more
thing we don't get.

Yeah,

Rommie says you told her
not to fire on the Magog

when you first knew
that they were coming.

Correct.

Well, what if Calleb
hadn't buckled?

Well, then the Magog would have
flown into File D and detonated it.

Killing us all.

Sheesh.

He's graduated from bluffing
with our lives.

He's moved on to roulette.

Well, I had to switch games.

You're the one who said
I was lousy at playing cards.

Me and my big mouth.