All language subtitles for Andromeda S05E11 - Through a Glass Darkly

Dylan, my guys
are being overwhelmed.

Ormuz's forces are moving in
to our position.

This refugee camp is
the last free soil on Seefra-5.

I don't know how long
I can keep it that way.

Bonus or no bonus,
it may not matter.

People are dying by the hundreds

from lack of medicine and food.

It's mainly kids.

Understood.

Take cover and do what you can.

Hunt out.

- Beka, did you copy that?
- My news is no better, Dylan.

I've done my share
of combat cargo drops.

I've never seen
air cover this thick.

There ought to be a law.

There ought to be laws against
a lot of things in Seefra system.

Laws don't mean much
to jerks like Ormuz.

In the old days,

I bet Andromeda
could have destroyed

a threat like him
in three seconds.

I miss the old days.

Dylan? I'm still here.

Yeah. Hold on, Beka.

We're going to find a gap
in that sensor coverage.

Just keep your PMA
charged and online.

My PMA?

Positive mental attitude.

Incoming surface fire. Hold on!

Yeah, great talking to you, Dylan,

but I better take
that call. Maru out.

"Positive mental attitude"
my perky mortal ass.

Andromeda, how's our
contingency plan?

The escape pods
have already been loaded to 62% capacity

with relief supplies.

Six hours to completion.

Lock in on Rhade's location.

We'll dump the pods there.

In six hours,
Rhade's position could be overrun.

I'm detecting a zero-point
energy build-up on this deck.

Someone is tesseracting in.

We don't know
they're hostile yet.

Yeah, when are
they ever not hostile?

Point taken.

Behind you!

Hohne?

Mr. Harper...

Good show.

Grab my shoulder.
Come on.

Now, on the count of three,

you're going
to climb up me, okay?

- Yeah. Okay.
- Now, you ready?

One, two... three.

Hohne, hang on!

Don't! No, Dylan will kill me.

Come on. No, don't!

The former chief
technical advisor of Xinti,

First signatory to
the new Commonwealth charter,

Librarian of the special
collections division

of the All Systems University library.

And looking pretty healthy

for someone who's been
dead for three years.

Oh, dear.

Yeah...

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.

So it would appear
that when I plunged

into the Slipstream Core,

Instead of being reduced
to my constituent atoms

in the exotic matter pulser,

I actually fell through
a stray tesseract

that deposited me
on the Andromeda,

Three years in your future, yes?

Well, if it's any consolation,

we've all had a turn at having
the rug pulled out from under us.

And am I to understand that
the Andromeda is currently held

in some sort of a pocket universe,

And all attempts to escape
have so far been unsuccessful?

It's a lot to absorb, I know.

Mmm, indeed.

My theories on space-time
will have to be completely revised.

I must begin immediately.

Yes, Hohne, but let's put
that mind of yours to work

on a more immediate problem.

We're in the middle
of a humanitarian crisis.

Oh, of course.
Anything I can do to help,

just give the word.

Mr. Harper!

I understand we're going to be
working together again.

Wow. Wow.

It's good to see you, Hohne.

Good to see you, too.

My, I see your work is still
as creative as ever.

Well, you know me.
I like to try and keep busy.

Speaking of busy--

Oh, busy, yes, well,
after this crisis is over,

I hope you'd like to work with me
on a few experiments.

After the crisis, sure.
Then would be great.

I haven't worked on real science

in a dog's age and a half.

Lately, it's been all about
getting through the day.

Well, I'm sure Captain Hunt
will be thrilled as well

to be advancing
the frontiers of knowledge.

I don't know.

For Dylan now, it seems to be
all about the nitty-gritty,

up-front problems, you know?

The ones right in front of him,

Like this one, in front of me.
Where's...

Well, that doesn't sound like
the Captain Hunt that I know.

Oh, don't worry.

That Captain Hunt is still in there,

waiting to jump out
and save the universe.

He just has to get back to it first.

In the meantime, people change,
if you know what I mean.

Indeed.

Well, the aging process alone, even
measured on a scale of nano-seconds,

can drastically--

Hohne, Hohne,
for the love of God...

I watched you die.

Well, actually,
I fell through a stray tesseract

just above the--

Hohne, for me, you've been dead,

for, like, three years now.

With you standing here now,

it's just a little weird, okay?

I just need you
to slow down a little, okay?

A small memento.

For later.

For you.

Thanks.

Dylan, how about an update
on some help with our current situation?

A problem that
keeps getting worse.

An understatement.

Ormuz's forces have driven
nearly the entire minority population

from their homes.

Every new refugee is
an extra mouth we cannot feed.

So, if I am to understand,

you need to drop 20,000 tons

of food, medicine, and relief supplies

to relieve the suffering of
a considerable number of refugees.

Correct. Complication.

Genocidal warlord Ormuz
will shoot down

anything bigger than a mosquito

that tries to touch down
on his territory.

An interesting problem.

Have you tried disabling
his air defenses?

Too dispersed.

How about loading the supplies
onto re-entry pallets

coated with stealth materials?

Yes, I thought of that,

But before we fabricated anything,
the refugees would all be dead,

And now I get to break
the good news to--

- Dylan.
- What news?

As far as we can figure it,

our starving buddies are hosed.

Unless we can somehow make
a cracker materialize on Seefra-5.

- Let's do that.
- Come again?

Make the supplies appear on Seefra.

I mean, it's not like you two
haven't done that sort of thing before.

The quantum teleporter.

The quantum teleporter.

Genius!

I'm sure I've got
the plans somewhere.

I've even got the parts still boxed up.

Yes, we did successfully
send Captain Hunt through

the Hephaistos Singularity
and retrieve him safely.

Sending supplies should be
trivial in comparison.

There are risks...

Risks we can live with.

Wait a minute.
The only reason that thing worked

is because we were parked
next to a black hole.

Oh, Mr. Harper, with
your brilliant mind,

I should think you would relish
a challenge.

Well, if you put it like that...

Hohne, let's make history! Again!

It is great to have you back.

I'll leave you two at it.

Humans...

So, back to the contingency plan.

Drop the pods, and cover them
as best we can with defensive fire.

Dylan, they won't all get through.

Yeah, but it's better than nothing.

What's our timetable?

They haven't detected us yet,
but it's only a matter of time.

We can either go now or wait a day

for another gap to open up
in their defenses.

We don't have a day,
so we go now.

While your work methods are,
to put it mildly, unorthodox,

you've done a magnificent job

of storing the necessary
data and equipment

to replicate the experiment.

Even without the presence of a black hole
to provide us with a data sink

and extra processing power...

You're not going to embrace me again,
are you?

Yes!

Hohne, I'm sorry I was a little
strange at first.

It really is great to have you back.

Though, from my perspective...

I never went anywhere.

Good point,
but from my perspective,

you didn't miss anything.

Believe me.
Three years of watching

everything we worked for fall apart.

The joys of your best friends
betraying you,

And now we're stuck here in this hole

while God knows what's happening

to the rest of the universe.

If my studies have taught me anything,

it's that viewed from the proper
perspective, everything makes sense.

Well, except this.

Xinti courier,

this is Research Specialist Nissa.

I'm calling from
Hephaistos Research Station.

Are you receiving this?

Come in.

Hephaistos Research Station?

That's the black hole, the one
where we found the Andromeda,

The same one we sent Dylan through.

- That's...
- Fascinating, isn't it?

Are you receiving this? Come in.

I'm calling from
Hephaistos Research Station.

Are you receiving this?

Come in.

Gentlemen, I asked you
to come up with a better way

to deliver relief supplies.

Not open a peephole
to the known worlds.

A most unintended consequence,
but fascinating nonetheless.

It appears that ever since
our first experiment

with faster-than-light communication
and teleportation

four years ago,

The Andromeda AI has, on some level,

remained quantum entangled
with the Hephaistos black hole.

And that connection
remains constant

across space and time.

And there's more.
We think there already was, and still is,

another quantum entanglement--

Between you and the black hole.

The teleporter must've just joined in
on that connection.

It's like a three-way
between the teleporter, you,

and the black hole before the fall.

Are you telling me that...

That that message
is from over 300 years ago?

No.

We're actually watching the past.

Can you send me back there now?

Thus far, the data pipe
is still too narrow

for anything more than,
limited information bursts.

That's Perseid for
"we're working on it,"

And, believe us, we are.

Good.

Rhade, you're ready to receive.

Andromeda, commence cargo drop.

Cargo drop underway.

Beka...

See you on the other side.
Maru out.

Point defense lasers
standing by.

Beka, the pods are
experiencing 31% attrition,

and ground fire
is targeting the Maru.

Of course it is.

Let's dance.

Orbital ECM stations are operating

and baffling our sensors.

Finally, light at the end
of a very dark tunnel.

I'm sending teams to retrieve supplies
from the surviving pods.

At least we've bought
those refugees a little time.

Beka, report.

We're breaking orbit
and heading to Seefra-1 now.

Call us if you need us again.

Funny, you don't look like a man
who just saved hundreds of lives.

It's not that.

It's Hohne, his timing.

You mean with all the people
and things

coming through the Route of Ages
at an unprecedented rate?

He's just a big fat reminder
of everything

we left undone in the other universe.

You're not sure whether his return
was pure coincidence.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for those of you keeping score,
this is the Harper speaking.

Hohne and I are going to be
the co-dads --

platonically speaking --
of a bouncing baby teleporter.

Well, talk to me.

There's one problem...
kind of a big problem.

I'm sure you and Hohne can fix it?

Well, it's not that kind
of a problem, boss.

Tell you what,
we'll just send you the image.

The enemy fleet could be here
within a week.

We barely survived the last attack.

We're evacuating all personnel.

We will destroy the station and all
research materials we can't remove.

Long live the Commonwealth.

According to your on board records,

Hephaistos was well within the borders
of the old Commonwealth.

If that station was under attack...

The Battle of Witchhead.

The Commonwealth
hasn't fallen yet.

That changes everything.

History, repetition...
you do the long division.

So, what do you think, boss?

I think I don't believe in coincidences.

You can't be serious about this.

I'm always serious about walking
down corridors.

We don't even know
if Harper's teleporter

can get the supplies to the refugees,
yet you already plan to use it.

Doyle, I lost 300 years of my life

because of what's about to take place
in that other universe.

And now I've got a chance
for a do-over.

Hohne, the transmission, the teleporter --

it's all happened for a reason,
and I know what it is.

So when this mission is over,
I'm going back to change history.

I spoke too soon about that light.

The supplies we retrieved
are being distributed,

but without enough to go around,

I'm afraid we'll have a second war
on our hands soon.

How are Harper and Hohne coming along
with the teleporter?

They needed a little more time,
so hang in there.

That's what I do.

Well, we've stuck our foot
in the door.

With any luck, we can
open it wide enough

to start teleporting the crew.

Not all of the crew.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know, the Andromeda.

Well, as soon as
we're on the other side,

we'll figure out a way
to bring her over.

So, Dylan wants
to dice us into atoms

and send us through a black hole.

Maybe it only sounds scary.

Sounds like Friday night
at Casa Valentine.

The things is, you won't see me
setting foot into that teleporter.

I have a pretty good life here,

and I'm not going anywhere
I can't take the Maru.

Well Beka, the Maru isn't
a person. It's a ship.

It's my home.

Look, just because I won't go
doesn't mean you have to stay.

We both know, that Dylan probably
needs you more than me, anyway.

Probabilities, possibilities...

I do know that we wouldn't
still be with him

if there weren't a part
for each of us to play.

True.

But not all of us can go supernova
at a moment's notice

and save a galaxy.

I guess you could call that
looking on the bright side of things.

So, after numerous attempts

to teleport inanimate objects...

...and fruits...

I like that one.

Well, we appear to have worked
through our problems

and met with success.

By the great storms of Ugroth.

It's very inspiring.

Inspiring, yes,
But intriguing as it is,

And though it is promising
in terms of our mission

to teleport supplies
to the refugees,

I admit I had
quite a different purpose

in asking you to join me here.

Well, I can't believe
I never noticed it before,

but the discrepancy is so minuscule,

perhaps I simply wrote it off
as a computational anomaly.

I've been going through the records
from our last experiment,

in particular, the summary statistics
of the quantum map

created for the primary subject,
i.e., yourself.

The map on the left was created
before we sent you

through the teleporter.

And the map on the right
was when you returned.

They... They don't match.

The variance is .0000001%.

As I said, minuscule.

I knew it. See?

Our discrepancy --

not a confluence
of random anomalies,

but a single anomaly.

- That strand of my DNA has changed.
- Mmm-mm.

The question is, why?

I have no idea.

And in the area of
recombinant genetics, captain,

I assure you, I'm no dilettante.

Of course not.

Strange. The strand is enert.

And yet the sequencing
is purposeful,

almost mathematical, like a code,

or a specific instruction set.

Probably just an artifact
of the computation process,

the equivalent of
an end-of-file marker.

Yeah, or the evidence
of something else.

Harper did mention something
about a Vedran connection.

Paradine, he called it.

Yes.

It's a race of beings that can navigate
the space-time continuum.

And you wonder whether
your newly discovered heritage

can explain this anomaly.

Regardless, if that teleporter is
capable of causing any kind of change,

it's dangerous.

Perhaps.

Let me get this straight.

The teleporter definitely works,

so we will be able to send the supplies.

But it altered your DNA
the last time you used it?

There's a chance the alteration is
something that only happens to Paradines.

Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe the same thing
would happen to anyone.

And you still want
to go through again?

Well, do you have a better idea?

I do.

Test it by sending me first.

If the experiment fails,
Harper can just build me another body.

Yeah, right, like Harper can build

androids who look like you
all day long.

Why, thank you.
You're not so generic yourself.

What I mean is,

he couldn't rebuild another Rommie,

no matter how hard he tried,

and I'm not going to
risk losing you too.

If you're asking me,
I think you should go.

I think you will make it.

Why, because of this
whole Paradine thing?

Paradines are a race of beings

that can potentially travel space-time

without being destroyed by it.

It could be that a mutable DNA type

makes this possible.

Maybe this is your destiny.

Yeah...

Maybe.

Still having fun, Rhade?

Oh, yeah,
it's one big party down here.

I thought about your offer to teleport
out of Seefra.

I understand your concern

about the trillions of lives at stake
in the known worlds.

So I'm not questioning your ethics,

but what I do question
is your survival instincts.

That's funny, coming from a guy
in the middle of a war zone.

But as you've seen,
greed can override instinct.

Besides, the idea of being broken down
into my constituent particles

and then reassembled
untold light-years away

by a machine that will likely
introduce error into my DNA

seems, to say the least,
to be... self-defeating.

I'll take my chances
in the war zone, thank you.

So you think I'm making a mistake?

I think you've convinced yourself
that what you perceive

to be your... destiny...

somehow makes you invulnerable.

Oh, Rhade.

Stay or go, it's up to you.

See you on the flip side.

All we need to do now
is power this up. Hohne?

This is your baby.
Care to do the honors?

The practical work was entirely yours.

After you, Mr. Harper.

No, really, I insist.

- After you.
- No, please, I insist.

How could I dare to take credit
for your inspiration?

I think you should do it because
you've done most of the practical work.

Gentlemen, please. Just do it.

Quantum connection is established.

All linkages are nominal.

Oh, dear.

"Oh, dear..." what?

Tell me the teleporter
is not malfunctioning.

Oh, no, the teleporter
is working perfectly.

Good.

It's just that...

the quantum entangled computations

are having an unexpected,
and, I must say...

interesting side-effect.

The suns are destabilizing.

If they don't stop,
they'll both explode.

Say that again?

They're going to explode.

And destroy this entire system?

That's... that's just, great job, guys.

Great job.

All right, you two shut
this thing down,

and do it yesterday.

I assure you, captain,
this is merely a temporary setback.

It damn well better be temporary,

because if it's not,
we're all dead permanently.

Sheesh!
Check out Captain touchy.

You'd think we were about
to exterminate

all life in the Seefra system as we...

Oh, right. We are.

I don't understand this.

The teleporter is offline,
but the AI is proceeding

as if the memory loads
have remained constant.

One of my drones
refuses to respond to commands.

The data link with the Seefran
binary system is active.

That's unfortunate.

We can hardly expect the suns
to stabilize if we can't shut down

the quantum computational operations.

Then it's hello, supernova.
Goodbye, us.

I sure am glad we thought of this.

Well...

It's been good
seeing you again, Hohne.

And, well, on the bright side,

at least we got to-- This way,
we'll get to say goodbye.

Yeah, so it's not all bad, right?

It's been good.

Solar flare activity
continues to increase.

Disrupting communications
and planetary power grids

within one AU of
the binary system's major axis.

On the positive side,

Ormuz's defense grid has been
rendered inert by the EMP.

The refugees have
a fighting chance now.

Yeah, well, they've got no chance
if there's a supernova.

Unless we can stop it.

We have to take out that drone.

Fire control is offline.

Harper?

Sorry, boss. Had to scrounge
every inch of bandwidth

to make the teleporter,
you know, teleport.

Fine. Andromeda, set a course.

- Navigation is...
- Offline! Of course it is.

Harper?

I'm on it like an Aldeberan soul-bat.

Talk at you.

- Beka.
- Wait. Let me guess.

You want me to fly the Maru
into the teeth

of what amounts to an interstellar
hurricane

just so I can shut down yet another
Seamus Harper science experiment.

Thereby saving all of our butts
from certain doom?

Emphasis on "doom."

Copy that.

Do me a favor?

Do tell Harper
that when I get back,

I will be fitting him
with a self-kicking butt.

Should save us a lot of trouble
in the future. Maru out.

Is there something wrong
with Harper's butt?

Other than the fact that
he's always talking through it?

Sensor drones are in PDL range.

Well, what are you waiting for?
An invitation?

Blow it the hell up.
Let's get out of here.

Point defense lasers won't respond.

There. Try now.

Okay. I'm about to get very cranky.

It's the solar flares.
Everything is offline.

We're dead in space.

You know, if I'm going to die,
I think I need a drink.

Trance?

You know... I don't think I can die,

Not like humans do.

I always thought when I went,
I would go out with a bang...

Not quiet like this.

This is what it must be like in
the sweet hereafter.

Or else a party.

So you're saying there's life
and then there's death.

Which is true, because first you're this,
and then you're that,

But really, it's all one thing.

A sun gives life and light,
and then it collapses

and it takes light into itself.

First, a star, then a black hole.

Different forms of the same thing.

So no party?

This is the party.

Whoop-de-doo.

So does it really matter,
then, where we are

on the path of this and that?

I mean, if it's all a party,

what's not to like?

Well, I don't know
about you, Trance,

but I like my parties
with men, music, mayhem.

In fact...

Want to dance?

- Beka...
- Come on. Live a little.

All right.

Trance, how do you know...

any of this is real?

I don't.

I didn't realize it until today, but...

it's a big part of me.

I am who I am because of having
people like my dad in my life.

People who believed in me.

People like you.

Our paths came together
for a reason.

Dylan, the drone is still online,

and power emissions
from the Eureka Maru

have dropped to zero.

The EMP from the solar flares
must be worse than we thought.

Suggestions?

Only one -- use the teleporter.
Save yourself.

Excuse me?

The logic is compelling, I fear.

But if we fail to stop
the Seefran stars' destabilization,

no one in this system will survive,

But if you go through the teleporter
to Hephaistos

before we are consumed
by the inevitable supernova,

you may be able to save far more
than the relatively few sentients

who inhabit this system.

"Few," as in tens of millions.

You're asking me to leave
these people here to die,

along with my friends?

Yes, a simple cost-benefit analysis.

There are many worlds of magnitude,

more beings in the known worlds
beyond Hephaistos

Who need you.
Your leadership, your optimism,

your example...

The very things that inspired me
to sign onto this project

in the first place.

What is Seefra,
compared to those who could be saved

if the old Commonwealth did not fall?

Hohne...

This is not open for discussion.

I will not leave Seefra

until our mission is complete.
Understood?

Of course, captain.

You were right about one thing.

I need to set an example.

I'm going to start by shutting down
that sensor drone myself.

But how?

The teleporter.

The radiation will kill you.

Have your neurons reversed polarity?

If the radiation
can shut down the Maru,

what will it do to you?

I started this and I'm going to finish it.

Not with the teleporter.

Recalibrating it to project you
anywhere other than Hephaistos

Will take slightly longer than we have.

Fine. Andromeda, prep a slipfighter.

- Dylan--
- Doyle, you have command.

Andromeda?

Andromeda?

Harper? Doyle?

What's going on
with the ship's power?

It wasn't us. We haven't even
touched command controls.

You didn't touch the command controls,
Mr. Harper...

But I did.

Hohne, what have you done?

I'm sorry, Captain Hunt,

But as another who has lost
years of his life,

I'm sure you can understand
that you're not the only one

who has an appointment with destiny.

Damn it!

Please...

Please stay down.
I don't want to hurt you again.

Hohne, I know what you're doing.

You can't do this.

You can't send Dylan back
against his own will.

And we've got bigger problems now.

I am fully aware, Mr. Harper,

and I don't want Captain Hunt
to die needlessly,

So there is only one solution
to this impasse.

Hohne!

Andromeda, can you
bring him back?

No, Hohne has severed my link
to the teleporter control systems.

And he's locked me
out of manual.

No, Hohne, not this time.

All right. All right.

Mr. Smarty-Perseid,
you think you're a genius?

Well, guess what? So am I.

You want to have
a brain-swinging contest?

Swing away.

Harper!

Hohne!

He stole your idea.
He teleported to the drone.

He lied?

Yeah, he lied to save us.
The radiation's lethal, remember?

Andromeda, reboot core control.

It should reset your manual
override link with the teleporter.

It will take more time than we have.

Both suns will go supernova
before I can complete the process.

I can't accept that.

In fact, there are a lot
of things I can't accept.

Like having to say
"please" or "excuse me,"

and at the top of that list
is watching a friend die.

We have to let Hohne finish,
or Seefra will be destroyed.

What?

Hohne shouldn't even be out there.

If anyone, it should be you or me.

You don't get it, Dylan.

I let him die once.
I cannot let him die again.

- I wouldn't be able to deal.
- Harper, no.

I said no!

Look, I've watched more friends die
than I can count.

And every single time,
I've thought, "That should be me."

But every single time,
the universe just thought differently.

Back off, boss.

In fact, you know what?
You're not my boss.

You're not my captain anymore,

and if you don't get out of
my freaking way you're not my frien--

I'm sorry, Mr. Harper.

I'm sorry for everything.

All right.

You really want Hohne's blood
on your hands?

Dylan, the sensor drone is offline.

The data link
with the suns is inactive.

You hear that, Harper?

Hohne did it.

That is the most probable.

Solar flare activity has already
stabilized substantially.

Nuclear reactions in both stars
have begun to stabilize.

Hohne?

What about Hohne?

Hohne is transmitting
no discernible life signs, Harper.

I am sorry.

She's sorry.

You are sorry.

Everybody's sorry.

Honestly, Dylan,
it was kind of beautiful

in an impending apocalypse kind of way.

And now that it's been reclassified
to an averted apocalypse,

I feel I can appreciate it even more.

Yeah, but we were so close, Bek.

I mean, we were almost out of here.

Now, the known worlds
are falling apart. Again.

Hohne is dead.

- And Harper is...
- He'll get over it.

He always does.

Yeah.

Thanks, Beka.

I owe you.

You have no idea.
Wait till you see the bill. Maru out.

You're always saying that things
happen for a reason.

This is no different.

And no matter what, I refuse
to believe that Harper hates you.

He's very angry, but hate?

I'm not sure that's possible.

Where Mr. Harper is concerned,
I think that anything is possible.

Dylan, you read?

Yeah. Go ahead, Rhade.

You were right about Ormuz.

The EMP from the solar flares
did more than fry his defense grid.

They broke his back.

He overextended his forces,
and now he's going to pay for it.

It's good to be on the offensive again.

Launch detected from Seefra-5.

Ormuz, trying to save
his scrawny little ass.

Or so he thinks.

This one's mine.

Ormuz is targeting Andromeda.

Check that, Rhade. He's mine.

Fire controls are back online, I presume.

Confirmed. What little we have.

What little we have is more than enough.

Goodbye, Ormuz.
May you rest in pieces.

All's well that ends well.

Yeah.

But it didn't come free.

Mr. Harper, if you've found this message,

It means that I've succeeded
in my mission.

And I wasn't forced
to damage you irreparably.

My apologies,
but I knew that you would not agree

with the premise of my actions.

Specifically, that I am expendable
and you are not.

In my lifetime,
I have had many colleagues

with whom I have enjoyed
countless hours of scientific inquiry

and intellectual exercise.

But I have enjoyed no one's
company quite so much as yours.

I believe humans call this "friendship,"

and if I understand
the context correctly.

The logical consequence is that
this makes you my best friend.

Forgive me if I offend.

You once said,
"A man makes his own destiny."

At the time, I didn't grasp
your full meaning.

But now I do.

This is my destiny.

I leave you to make yours.

So... now what?

You heard your friend,
Mr. Harper.

We make our own destiny.