All language subtitles for Andromeda S05E06 - When Goes Around...

No. That's it, you're done.

I told you,

one drink per customer,
no exceptions.

You already had your one.

Harper is going to get lynched
if he keeps serving up saliva martinis.

Saliva?

This drought's got to end sometime.

Unless we can shift the planetary orbit

further away from Methus-Two.

Excuse me, saliva?

Maybe the answer's
in the Methus diagram.

Has Harper made any
progress figuring it out?

Not really.
He's been too busy salivating.

Hey, one drink maximum, Beka.

Someone may as well drink Doyle's.

Might as well be me.

Come on. One more.

Get out!

And here's what I think
of your money, honey.

What'll it be?

Oh, you know, Harper, the usual.

Okay, you know my name,

but why is it
I can't remember yours?

Beats me. I tell you every day.

Every day?

- Celine.
- Nah, nah.

That's not possible, because

I'd remember.

On the bright side,

I don't usually wait
this long to tell you,

so you'd better take it off, fast.

Take what off?

Your cryo neck-cooler.

Nah, no, no, no.
I paid 400 Canaa for this.

You never listen.

Celine, was it?
Don't worry, Celine.

I can take care of myself.

Not as much as you think.

Harper, won't give me another drink,

Then give me that frosty necktie instead!

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

No, it's mine!

Hey, Zebey. Might want to hold
that bottle a few inches to the left.

Someone's going to leave the door open.

I tried to warn you.

No, no, that's mine.

Come here, you.

Dylan Hunt?

Wait, what am I saying?

You'd have to be dead.

Hundreds of years dead.

Not bad for a dead guy.

Especially a couple hundred years.

Thank you, Beka.

Oh. Right.

I'm sorry.

I was confusing you with someone
from the old legends,

A High Guard captain.

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.

And around we go.

Come on. One more.

Get out.

And here's what I think
of your money, honey.

What'll it be?

Oh, you know, Harper, the usual.

Okay, you know my name,

But why is it
I can't remember yours?

Beats me.
I tell you every day.

Every day?

- Celine.
- Nah, nah.

That's not possible, because

I'd remember.

On the bright side,

things get a little clearer every time,

but that's only because
you're smarter than

the last 20 bartenders
they've had in here.

I don't usually wait
this long to tell you,

so you'd better take it off, fast.

Take what off?

Your cryo neck-cooler.

Nah, no, no, no.
I paid 400 Canaa for this.

You never listen.

Celine, was it?
Don't worry, Celine.

I can take care of myself.

Not as much as you think.

Harper, won't give me another drink,

Then give me that
frosty necktie instead!

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

No, it's mine!

Hey, Zebey. Might want to hold
that bottle a few inches to the left.

Someone's going to
leave the door open.

I tried to warn you.

No, no, that's mine.

Dylan? Captain Dylan Hunt?

- Hello.
- Not bad.

Looks like Dylan's lucky day.

So your name is Dylan Hunt?

Yes. But no one on Seefra
knows about the High Guard.

Come here!

You're not from around here?

Oh, yes.

Around and around.

I couldn't help
watching as you came in.

You're quite...

Well, perceptive doesn't really say it.

You have no idea.

Enlighten me.

You're like your namesake
in more ways than looks.

You still haven't explained
how you know what this

historical captain looked like.

That's complicated.

I get the feeling a lot about you is.

Dylan specializes in complicated.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

What she probably means
is I know trouble when I see it,

And I know that you're in it,
so maybe I can help.

I'm not the only one who's perceptive.

Maybe, just maybe, you can.

How do you do that?

- So, what is--
- Celine Yul'Tawn.

Common sense that time.

Can't accept your offer of help without
telling you my name, now, can I?

Celine...

It's beautiful.

So what kind of trouble
are you in, Celine?

You're going to think I'm insane.

Oh, well, I, uh...

I like insane.

I don't suppose
you know what it's like

to lose complete control of your life,

to be trapped between your past,

your future.

Well, actually, I, uh...

Let's talk about you.

I'm sorry. I can't do this.

Whoa, look, Celine, I can't help you
unless you tell me what's going on.

I know, it's just...

I have to really be able to trust you.

I have to know you better, I guess.

Well, I'm not opposed to that.

- Here's your water.
- Thanks.

You okay?

It's been so long since I spent
the whole afternoon walking.

I'd forgotten how thirsty
it can make a person.

I hope it wasn't too
monotonous for you.

Seefra's not exactly a theme drift.

I didn't notice.

I've never had a better time.

You're not bad company yourself.

Uh...

I think it's time to
tell me what's going on.

Time, yes.

It's about time.

It's all about time.

My God.

A High Guard uniform.

I knew it.

You are him.

You're the Dylan Hunt.
Captain Dylan Hunt.

I can't expect you to tell me the truth
and then lie myself,

So, I am.

We've met, captain.

It was just before you assumed
command of the Andromeda.

Before you left with
the Commonwealth Fleet.

They had a parade in your honor.

I'd climbed up on the railing
to watch the procession pass.

You're the lieutenant who fell.

And broke my wrist, yes.

You carried me to the med station.

That's more than 300 years ago.

You're wondering why a woman
from 300 years ago is

is standing before you in this moment.

I could ask you the same question.

You could, but I'm not a woman.

The last we heard,
your fleet was ambushed.

Witchhead...

The end.

The end?

Of the Commonwealth.

My first officer, best friend,

betrayed me,

gave the Nietzscheans
the advantage they needed.

The Commonwealth, gone?
But you--

Suspended on the edge of
a black hole for 300 years.

That's my story.

Now yours.

Suddenly, my problems seem so small.

I'll tell you.

I will.

But, first...

There are more ways than one
to get to know each other.

I'm not opposed to that.

Oh, Dylan, I hope you can help me.

I hope...

What's this doing here?

No. That's it, you're done.

I told you,

one drink per customer,
no exceptions.

You already had your one.

Harper is going to get lynched
if he keeps serving up saliva martinis.

Saliva?

This drought's got to end sometime.

Unlikely, unless we can
shift the planetary orbit

further away from Methus-Two.

Excuse me, saliva?

Maybe the answer's
in the Methus diagram.

Has Harper made any
progress figuring it out?

Oh, not really.
He's been too busy salivating.

Get it? Oh, come on, Rhade.

It's called a good mood.
Try it sometime.

Get out!

And here's what I think
of your money, honey.

All right, what'll it be?

Oh, you know, Harper, the usual.

You know my name,

but why is it
I don't remember yours?

Beats me. I tell you every day.

Every day, huh?

That's impossible, because

if I met you before, believe me,

I'd remember.

Take it off, Harper.

Take what off?

Oh, you never listen.

Harper, won't give me another drink,

then give me that frosty necktie instead!

Hey, Zebey. Um...

Dylan.

Captain Dylan Hunt.

Hello.

Not bad. Looks like Dylan's lucky day.

I thought you'd recognize me.

Celine.

We've met before.

Well, I think I'd remember.

Not necessarily.

Heads up!

That's remarkable.

I need help.

It doesn't look like it.

Looks can be deceiving.

Can we step outside?

Sure.

So we spent the whole afternoon

and half the evening together

and I agreed to help you.

You agreed to try, captain.

Captain, I don't hear
that much around here.

You don't hear yourself referred to

as a High Guard soldier
of the Commonwealth,

Captain of the Andromeda,

and the sole survivor of the battle
of Witchhead either, do you?

You'd better tell me
how you know all of that.

That, and the fact your ship
was trapped on the edge of a black hole,

Frozen in time for 300 years,

because your first officer,
your best friend, betrayed you?

The only way I could.

You told me.

Okay, I'm listening.

You told me everything,

last time in your room,

before we...
got distracted.

That's not possible.

Never mind.

Today is all I have, anyway.

Thousands of them.

VAI.

Vedran Astro-Engineering Institute.

They developed the slipstream navigation
system for the Commonwealth fleet.

This card is dated CY 9789.

That's when I worked for them,

300 years ago.

You could say we have a lot in common.

Let me show you something.

Here.

I haven't had the guts
to revisit this place

till now.

I can see why you've been
reluctant to come back down here.

Reluctant?

Make that terrified.

I remember a team from the VAI

showing me the nav upgrades
on board Andromeda.

Its public directive...

Its classified directive was
to find the ways and means

to secure our end of slipstream,

so forces from the Abyss
couldn't find this system.

The Abyss? There's a name
I haven't heard in a while.

It must've worked.

That was the general plan,

but my supervisors had
something else in mind.

They diverted funds from the VAI and

used the navigational technology
for their own project.

A portal to the Route of Ages.

Seefra-1 is a portal
to the Route of Ages?

It wasn't supposed to be.

And you were forced
to go along with this project?

Worse. I was duped.

By the time I realized
what was really going on,

I tried to warn the rest of the VAI,
my lab team,

showed them my calculations on the risks
of altering planetary positioning,

how it would lead to climate disruption,

but my supervisors blew me off as a nut,

so I blew the whistle on them.

And I've been paying the price
ever since.

I need my ID card.

Oh. Of course.

Well, at least you got to keep
your security clearance.

I'm a quantum mathematician, captain.

Please, call me Dylan.

I mean, if we were, as you say,
distracted together...

- Dylan.
- Thanks.

I calculated the risks before
going up against my superiors.

The odds were definitely not in my favor,

so I overlaid their security code
onto mine.

When Methus-Two started to blink,

I knew the portal had been initiated,

that Seefra's orbit was shifting.

Kickstarting the drought cycles.

And destroying the mechanism
to fix it all.

Damn.

A Methus crystal.

My turn to be surprised.

You know what this is already?

Yeah, we have one.

It may be the other half of this.

We've been trying to decipher it.

We had a hunch that
it was connected to the drought.

This could help.

Broken, I don't know.

Last I saw it, the crystal was whole.

I'd snuck back in,
intent on shutting it down,

and that's the last thing I remember.

Since then, I've been stuck
in a time loop ever since.

300 years.

I'm here, I'm gone...

Here and gone.

Pulled into a portal
created by your supervisors.

Or some deviation of it.

My guess is there was
a recursive algorithm in the code

which never reaches termination state.

It keeps bouncing me off
a time berm somewhere.

Look, I'm no quantum mathematician,

but two halves should
equal a whole, right?

That's usually how it works.

This has been hard on you.
You should rest.

What I need is to get as much
accomplished as possible

before the suns set on the horizon
and everything starts over.

Fine, then what I need to do
is to get you back to your life.

Maybe you already have.

Maybe there's something else
that can break the time loop.

Something stronger
than Vedran engineering.

That's a nice idea,

but I'm not taking
any chances. Come on.

I'm very good with my force lance.

Are you all right?

Remind me never to pick a fight with you.

She's very weak.

She put up a hell of a fight.

It cost her.

I think she's dying.

Over 300 years lost in a time loop,
that's what cost her.

Trance, if you could
just make sure that--

Don't worry.

Thanks.

And then the Castalian banker,
Paddy Black,

turns to her bank manager
and says,

"I've got a Magog in my office,
and he wants a loan.

All he gave me for collateral
is this stupid statue.

I don't know what this thing is.
What should I do?"

The bank manager looks at it and says,

"Why, it's a knickknack, Paddy Black.

Give the Magog a loan."

And that's supposed
to be a joke?

It's an Earth joke, yeah.

Maybe not the best one,
but it always gets me.

- Maybe it's your delivery.
- Everyone's a critic.

Seefra's orbital chart.

We have until the suns get
from here to here.

And then we forget her again?
Just like, poof?

Just like poof.

So if she's in a loop that
keeps on repeating, that means

we must be, too, right?

Well, I suppose we must be.

Even though it doesn't feel like we are?

Yeah, but it does for Celine.

And if we're all in a loop, we have
almost no time to get us all out.

This is our best clue.

You mean our only clue.

No offense, oh, omnipotent goddess,

if this is one of the
rare times you're listening.

She's not quite functional enough
for this type of analysis yet.

Let me try.

It's an algorithm.

Let's see, two columns.

The first is polynomials describing
interstellar coordinates.

Hey. That's my girl.

I'm impressed.

Then every community on this planet must
have a way station for global surveying.

That's right.
The adjoining column looks like

a set of polynomials describing
Seefra's fixed position.

Seefra-1 to the Route of Ages.

Celine told me her supervisors
were trying to alter

Seefra's planetary positioning.

By tapping into the gravitational forces
at the gateway to the route.

That's risky, but resourceful.

Only problem,
critical information's missing

where the two halves broke.

It would have to be estimated.

And?

Well, that's enough missing information

to leave too many variables.

Even my beloved Doyle couldn't
calculate it with reliable accuracy.

We could ask Celine.

She worked for these guys.

She would know what the missing
equations were, right?

- She's in no shape, not right now.
- A cerebral-memory boost--

That would kill her.

Death's just a probability,

and you do realize, Dylan,
she's already dying.

We aren't here to hurry that along.

We're here to free her from the loop.

- Which we can't understand--
- She's a living being,

not a means to an end.

She's just stating the facts.

Doyle, I'm sorry.

We just don't have a lot of time.

Well, then, we're going to need
a lot of luck.

Have the suns set?

Not yet.

And people still remember you...

at least for a little while.

Where is he?

He's with Harper and Doyle.

They're trying to decipher
the Methus diagram from the crystal.

I have to help them while--

No, he wants you to rest
while you still can.

I remember the moments leading up
to the time loop like it was yesterday.

But that part of my brain
that did the calculations,

played with algorithms in my sleep,

are as damaged by time
as that crystal.

You're much too young to understand.

I understand perfectly.

Sometimes, I think it would be easier

not knowing what you were capable of.

Did that work at all?

I don't know what you did,
but I feel stronger.

I don't know how long it will last.

I just wish I could do more.
You know what I mean?

- That we do what we can?
- Yeah.

Let me get this straight.
Guy says to his food server,

"What's this bug doing
in my astral gruel?"

Food server says,
"The backstroke."

Yes! You get it!

But bugs can't swim.

Unless you're talking water bugs,

but they're walking on surface tension,
so, technically,

- they're not swimming.
- Listen.

You're being too literal.

Like the server.

He's too literal when
he answers the question,

"What is the bug doing?" when all the guy
wants to know is how it got there.

Um, it's a... a play on words,

A reversal of expectations.

You think the server's going to
say one thing, he says another.

- Like talking with you.
- Exactly,

and that's why I'm so funny.

Look, if you wanted me to get jokes,
you should've given me a sense of humor.

- Tell me about it.
- Like, I have the same problem

with the algae farmer and his daughter,
the zinc merchant sleeps in the barn.

So what?

All right, here's an easy one,

I say, "Knock-knock," you say,
"Who's there?", okay?

- Knock-knock.
- Who's there?

- Orange.
- The color?

- No, no, you say, "Orange who?"
- Orange who?

Orange you glad to see me?

Oh, it's like the banana
in the pocket joke.

"You're glad to see me."

Uh, well, no. Yes and no.

Okay. I get it. I have a
knock-knock joke for you.

Okay.

- Knock-knock.
- Who's there?

Doyle.

Doyle who?

No. "Doyle."

Get it?

Celine, no.

Let me use what little time I have.

That data pad, you've got the
Methus diagram on it. Show me.

You need to rest.

Dylan, It'll sap my strength faster
to fight you,

but fight you, I will.

We've divided the diagram
into sections.

Portal coordinates on the right,
power components on the left.

All we need to do is link the algorithms.

It looks familiar.

I just...

I hate that I can't remember.

Cerebral acceleration?

You can do that?

No. We rejected that idea.

If that could stimulate the left
hemisphere of my cerebrum--

Rejected. It's too dangerous.

It's starting all over.

I'll get you out of this. I promise.

There's only one way out.

The other side of eternity.

I will get you out.

Look, I was trapped in time
once myself, and--

Trapped and asleep.

Not wide awake,
suffocating by loneliness.

It's no use.

We have to keep starting over,

and soon I won't be able to.

I won't forget this time.

You can't promise.

I can. I did.

Celine?

Celine?

Footprints of a ghost.

Well, not if my notes and the Methus
diagram are to be believed.

Not yet, anyway.

You like her.

Like her...

I can't remember her.

Although, when I do look at this,

I feel something.

Well, feelings are real, Dylan,

and every association
changes an outcome.

She'll be back.

I hope so,

because she's the key
to turning this planet around.

I've got it. I've got it.

It came to me in my dreams.
I guess genius never sleeps.

What looks like the Harper sleeping
is really greatness at work.

True, I was finished breakfast

by the time I realized
the note I'd left myself

reading, "Remember Celine,"

was not referring to what I'd hoped.

- However, the important thing is...
- The upshot, Mr. Harper?

Slipstream. Andromeda,

pretty, pretty please
pull up source code

for the slipstream
navigation system

and compare it
with the Methus diagram.

Slipstream nav system located.

Linking sequence complete.

Well, well, well...

Looks like these supervisors found a way

to factor slipstream into their algorithm.

How better to steer a way
to the Route of Ages?

You have to sleep on the job more often,
Mr. Harper.

Thank you. I'll try.

Now all we have to do
is translate this and

shift Seefra-1 back to her proper orbit.

But we might need
a little help with that.

Celine.

All right, Celine.

I'm on time,

and this is where you said you'd be.

Dylan!

Hello.

I think I know you better
than I think I do.

Yes, you do.

Welcome back.

And you thought only the Vedran code
could break the loop.

We haven't broken the loop
until you're free.

- Come inside.
- No.

To the lab.
All the answers are there.

Not when you're this weak.

I've made up my mind,

and I'm doing the
cerebral acceleration.

Can't risk your life like that.

My life is over every day.

If you really want to free me,

you might have to let me die.

I don't want to lose you.

I failed to help Seefra once, Dylan.

Maybe I can do it now.

Please.

Please.

Let's go.

We better hustle.

Word gets out we're down in this mole
hole, we'll be seriously outhumbered.

Especially if Harper and
Doyle screwed it up.

Beka, your back!

Yeah, I'd say word's out.

Anyway, maybe you two
should go ahead.

Yeah.

We'll play welcome committee.

- It's now or never.
- I want now.

All right. Let's do this.

Hey, nice to, uh, meet you, again.

I guess. Welcome to your lab.

Everything's up and running.

With a little help from your ID code.

I never thought I'd be happy
to see this place again.

I knew the minute I saw you
that you were my answer.

It'll work.

I know it will.

All right, this halo

will help your brain create a virtual
bridge between the crystal halves

by boosting your cognitive functions.

Let's hope there're still some left.

You'll feel some pressure when
we infuse the cerebral nano-boosters.

That was easy. Hmm.

Okay. We're online now.

Ready.

Yeah. Real easy.

Celine...

Celine!

Celine!

- Shut it down! That's enough.
- No.

Check her vitals.

Her internal systems are holding.

Magnify the center point of
the panel where it's been linked.

200%.

I got your back, Beka.

How did you bridge the algorithm?

We just ran what we had in
our Vedran archives. Did it work?

No, but it... it's close.

Do we still have the source code

for the slipstream navs?

"I" equals 1, minus omega-squared
over "R" cubed.

Right.

They went too far.

They tried to use the flux component

to seal the portal from this end.

But it sealed both ends.

No, it just fractured the gravitational
field of Seefra's orbit.

That's why they couldn't
control the planetary shift.

And that's why you got caught in a loop.

Harper, adjust the gap flux
by two nanojoules.

Right.

Celine?

I'm done.

Celine!

But I wouldn't trade
the time with you.

Her vitals are dropping!

Boss! It's working.

Finally, some fun.

So, uh, now what?
We just toss her in?

No, we go back to where it all started.

Come on.

This is where she arrived.

The portal's coordinates.
Directly above the lab.

No wonder her time loop started here.

Where are we?

At the end, a new beginning.

For you, anyway.

The portal...

You did it, Celine.

You wrote yourself a one-way ticket
out of the loop.

You can go back now,

back to your life.

This one.

I want to stay here with you.

You'd die.

You know that.

You don't have a future

unless you go back
and stay back.

I loved you then.

I love you now.

I'm not opposed to that.

Celine...

Tell them about Witchhead.

They still have time.

And the Magog World Ship,
you have to warn everyone.

Oh, ah, Celine!

Uh, wait...

Here. A souvenir.

It was just causing me trouble anyway.

You're going to get a sore neck.

I, uh... I just figured
if she was coming back...

She would've arrived approximately
60 seconds ago.

It's a new day, Dylan, and she's free.

She's out of the loop,
or else we all would have forgotten.

Or so we hope.

Come on. Buck up. The last thing
you need in your life right now

is another beautiful, brainy blonde.

Yeah, that's the last thing I need.

What was that?

It felt like a planetary shift.

It sounded like thunder.

Rain, baby!

Oh, yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Whoo!

Rain.

Have a good future, Celine.