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(Ominous music)

- [Ueo official] Security
changeover for sector two

has been changed to 2300 hours.

(Moaning)

- Hey, close that deal up there

before I hop up and
close it for you.

(Moaning)

You hear what I said?

- I need a doctor.

(Groans)

- Relax, the ueo just
wants to make sure

you guys are all right.

- I'm fine, I've
never felt better.

Just 'cause one guy had
a little backwash...

Nobody said having gills was
gonna be a walk in the park.

- Hey, what's the
worst that can happen?

You get a clean bill of health,

then you lay back for
a day and hit rio.

- Rio's been known to hit back.

It's kind of small, ain't it?

I hate being cooped up.

- You're trapped in a
submarine for months at a time.

- In a boat that can't sink
cause it's already sunk.

What happens if we gotta
fly over inclement weather

and that cup thing pops out?

What do I do, place it over
my kidney and breathe normal?

- Tony, you'd rather take

the chance of dying
from complications?

- Come on, Tony, you're
not afraid to fly.

What's the problem here?

(Dramatic music)

- What? You two know each other?

- You could say that.

He was my cellmate.

- Tony.

- Eddie.

- Good to see your
ugly face, man.

Sorry it's just not under
better circumstances.

- What, are you kidding?

Eddie gaines in chains,
60,000 feet in the air,

what could be better?

- Good to see you, too, Tony.

- [Guard] Come on, let's go.

- Tony, what happened
between you two?

- Yeah, what's up with this guy?

Did he threaten your life?

- Worse than that,
sir, he saved it.

(Dramatic music)
(Jet engine idling)

(Video game beeping)

- Hey, it's a
seven-hour flight, Tony.

Do we really need all this?

- It passes the time.

- Pass it another way.

(Suspenseful music)

- Hey, don't you have to
lock him up to something?

- We're 63,000 feet
in the air, Tony.

Where am I going?

- All right, Eddie,
what's going on

in that twisted head of yours?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- I've never had these symptoms,
how'd you lash this up?

- Shampoo.

Irritates the lining,
constricts the gills,

smarts like hell,
but very effective.

- And now you think
you're gonna cash in?

- Now, how am I gonna spend
money in prison, genius?

- You're not, genius, you're
just gonna get more time.

It's gonna take these
guys about two seconds

to figure out that other
than that fresh herbal scent,

your gills are as good as mine.

What's worse,

you had to drag me
into your stupid plan.

- Don't flatter
yourself, piccolo.

You're just in it for the ride.

- [Woman on intercom] Passive
assistance in forward cabin.

Please identify.

(Groans)

- Eddie!

- Shut up, Tony!

I'm making an adjustment
to our flight plans.

Come on, let's go!

- Look, this is gonna take us

right into
confederation airspace.

Why don't you let me
swing east a little

so we don't end up
getting our tail shot off?

- And draw the attention
of ueo tracker planes?

I don't think so.

- Eddie, listen to
the man, would you?

That's a no-fly zone down
there, we could get shot at.

- There's nothing
down there but swamps

and freedom, my friend.

Come on, let's go!

(Eerie music)

(Epic music)

(Suspenseful music)

- [Tony] I'm not
picking sides for you.

- Nobody's asking you to.

- You help me out in prison,

you figure I owe you
my life, is that it?

- No, I ain't going
back to prison, Tony.

Verdome is a very bad place,

and there's a lot of
desperate characters

with nothing to live for.

We had to get out of
there no matter what!

So as long as
everybody stays cool

and sticks to the game plan,

nobody gets hurt.

- I hope that includes the
disappearing act of all times,

'cause the ueo ain't never
gonna stop looking for you.

Your life is over.

- Come on, tell me
something I don't know.

(Grunting)

(Flight controls beeping)

- Mayday, mayday, this is
flight, whatever we are.

We're at an altitude of 26,000
feet and descending fast.

We're crashing!

I knew this was gonna happen.

(Crashing)

- The plane went down in
some pretty dense swampland.

Vice-minister colon

and the confederation of
south American nations

is controlling the
flow of information,

and they are not
letting much out.

- Colon? He's the
head of their defense.

Why aren't we talking
with their embassy?

- Colon has them locked
behind closed doors,

undoubtedly to punch
up another one of their

inflammatory statements
to feed to the press,

"escaped convicts
commanding ueo plane

over illegal airspace."

They're gonna have a field day.

- Mr. Secretary,
Tony's not a convict.

He was on a medical leave of
absence, under ueo orders.

Any escape that Eddie and
his friend had planned,

I can assure you Tony had
nothing to do with it.

Well, he did say he owed
this guy for saving his life.

He could have been
coerced into it.

- This couldn't have happened
at a worse time, Nathan.

For years, colon
has been engaging

in a secret military build-up

and he will use any excuse
to keep the ueo out.

- Commander, set a course for
the southern mejillones shelf.

- Nathan, I don't
think that sending

the most powerful
boat in our fleet

is the message we
want to communicate.

I still haven't given up
on a diplomatic solution.

- Well, neither have I,

but if there's any indication
that piccolo is alive,

I wanna be nearby.

We'll assume a neutral
position until you arrive.

- I'm on my way.

- Captain, there's no way
piccolo is responsible for this.

- We'll worry about
placing blame later.

If there are any survivors,
hope that piccolo was of them.

(Swamp creatures chittering)

(Coughing)

- Hey. Hey.

(Groaning)

Eddie!

(Groaning)

(Dramatic music)

(Hissing)
(Gasps)

You scared the hell out of me!

- I thought I was the
only one that made it.

- I guess irony wasn't on
your side this time, huh?

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- That's good.
- Thanks.

- You've done some really
stupid things, Eddie,

but this one takes the prize!

- Okay. I guess I
had that coming.

- Nah, what you got
coming I can't give you,

'cause I only got two hands.

- Maybe we ought to
bunk out here tonight.

- Bad idea, we're in the zone,

where they shoot first
and ask questions later.

That's what the guy
with the pilot's license

was trying to warn you about,

only you were
hijacking his plane!

- Well, none of this
would've happened

if you hadn't tried to stop me.

- I had to.

Remember? I owe you
for saving my life.

(Dramatic music)

- My life wasn't worth saving.

- Now he tells me.

(Coughs)

Come on.

If we get found by colon
and his death squad,

prison is gonna seem
like a walk in the park.

(Bushes rustling)
(Twig snaps)

- You hear that?

- I didn't hear anything.

- No. Shh.

Listen.

- You're hearing things.

I'll hang on to this.

Let's get out of here.

Come on. It's
gonna be dark soon.

(Moaning)

- Weird, huh?

It's like a bug out, only
they got to take their stuff.

- Fortunately, they forgot
to take their dinner.

What do you think?

- I think they eat
some weird stuff

in this part of the world.

- How weird?

- How hungry are you?

- I'll tell you one thing, it
doesn't taste like chicken.

- You never asked me what I
did to end up back in verdome.

- What did you think,
I fell into a hole?

Some genius was trying to
make a little extra cash

moving cloned GPS software
from point a to point b.

Only, this genius
didn't count on the mp

who thought differently.

- That wasn't my fault, Tony.

- 'Course not. When is it ever?

- I only said I
could find a buyer.

- They were in your car, Eddie.

Whether you were there or
not, that mp lost his life,

and you should've given
up this pal of yours.

- Yeah, well, maybe
it's not that easy

giving up admiral
overbeck's son, Tony.

You heard me.

- Then you're a bigger
dummy than I thought, Eddie.

A natural born victim.

- Yeah, that's easy
for you to say.

Look where you landed.

I'd give my right arm
to be on seaquest,

under Ford and captain Bridger.

You know how lucky you are?

- I can't feel sorry
for that, Eddie.

I got a break, maybe I
deserved it, maybe I didn't,

but the truth is, I
still screw up sometimes.

Only now, I take
responsibility for 'em,

and it's better in the long run.

- Yeah, well, I can
handle my screw-ups.

What I can't handle is
how deep I got buried.

I got hammered
into a plea, Tony.

They shuttled me between
rooms for two days.

One guy was saying
he'd make sure

my mom would be a very old lady

before she ever saw a
dime of my Navy pension.

The other guys
promised me the moon.

Just do the admiral
this one favor,

refuse to give up the
shooter and I could plea out,

do 18 months, Max.

I was gonna do some time, Tony.

I figured better the Navy
owe me, than me owe the Navy.

I never thought they'd
hang the whole thing on me.

I just need a break
like you got, Tony.

Just one, one good thing,

and I swear I could turn
my whole life around

just like you did.

I didn't mean to screw
you up like this.

- You dropped a marker on
me once upon a time, Eddie,

saved me from getting
cut to pieces.

Let's just call it even.

(Eerie music)

(Screaming)

Eddie!

- Help me! Tony!

Get this thing off me!

(Screaming)

Tony! Shoot it!

Tony, shoot it!

Shoot it!

(Thuds)
(Grunts)

(Screaming)

(Guns cocking)

(Soldiers speaking
in foreign language)

- Give us your name.

- Seaman Anthony piccolo,
4419, seaquest dsv,

under the command of
captain Nathan Bridger,

out of fort Gore.

- Tell us what happened.

- Under orders from
captain Bridger,

me and my crew were sent into
South America's no-fly zone.

Our mission was to collect
evidence for the ueo,

proving that the
confederation was engaged

in an illegal military build-up.

We were forced to
abort our mission

after an emergency landing

caused the deaths of
my fellow crew members.

As we were under orders
from captain Bridger,

he should be charged
with their murders

under the ueo
wrongful death act.

- [Nathan] Lucas?

- Captain, this hasn't
been digitally altered.

It's the real thing.

- Captain, piccolo's
obviously been forced

into making this confession.

- (Scoffs) Beaten
is more like it.

- Why don't we leak the original
flight plans to the press?

Fight a little fire with fire.

- Documents can say
whatever we want them to.

The fact remains that we
violated their no-fly zone,

and they've got a
prisoner to prove it.

- Mr. Secretary, what
does colon hope to gain

by bashing Bridger and the ueo?

- Time.

- Time for what?

- To finish whatever they
don't want us to know about,

or to fix some
experiment gone awry.

Don't forget, these are
the people that gave us

10 feet of snow in August.

And ueo reconnaissance has
just uncovered a new wrinkle.

These satellite
photos are of colon's

conventional weaponry
installations.

Supposedly, they
had been refitted

to productive
mainstream technologies,

but you would never know
it by the conditions

under which half the
confederation lives.

Colon's war machine marches on

while the people of his country
live in virtual poverty.

But it's this complex
here that bothers me.

The roof and walls have
been painted with lead.

- They're hiding something.

- What do you think
those white flares are?

- Well, white flares
on satellite photos

usually indicate
electromagnetism.

- That's harmless
enough, isn't it?

- Well, by itself, yeah.

But a lot of it, enough
to cause these flares,

would seem to indicate
experimentation.

- Experiments in what?

- Everything from cold
fusion to quantum mechanics,

even gravity.

- That's great.

That's all we need is for these
people to invent a new bomb

that'll suck us all into space.

- Yeah, well, whatever
they're up to,

as long as they've
got a hostage,

they hold all the cards.

- Captain, you don't
think that they'd try to

experiment on Tony, do you?

I mean, I never thought
I'd hear myself say this,

but his gills do make a
pretty fascinating case study.

- (Sighs) Well, with colon's
history of illegal testing

I wouldn't be surprised.

Do you think you can get
piccolo out of there?

- Give us four hours, they'll
never know what hit 'em.

- What do you think?

- It goes against
my better judgment.

But I don't see that
we have a choice.

(Dramatic music)

(Sighs)

- Do you know who I am?

- Yeah. You're the
minister of death.

You work for that pudgy-faced
guy who runs this swamp.

- Where is your friend?

- I told you,
something grabbed him.

- Something invisible,
right? The boogeyman.

- You're lying to protect
your friend, aren't you?

You're just buying him time

so that he can make
it back to the others.

- There are no others.

- It isn't safe for your
friend to be in our swamps.

If you really like him,

why don't you tell the
minister where he is?

- Stand up.
- Why?

- [Colon] How long
have you had these?

- [Tony] About two years.

- How do they work?
- Same as regular gills.

- Why do you have them?

- Believe me, I wish I didn't.

- Why do you have them?

- It was part of an
experiment, strictly voluntary.

I'm an experimental.

The Navy was messing
with the idea

of seeing if humans could
adapt to underseas life.

- For combat?

- Yeah, right.

Just in case a school of
pompano declares war on us.

- Do they hurt?

- Only when someone has
their mitts shoved up there.

- I'm forced to hold you
over for questioning.

Take him back to his room.

- Under the ueo prisoner act,

I'm entitled to
three hots and a cot.

Hey, there's something
out there, right?

You guys have seen it.

Tell me I'm not crazy.

I'm telling you, there's
something out there!

(Guards chattering)

(Swamp critters chittering)

- Hey, I found this
in the clearing.

- That's standard ueo issue.

- Where's the owner?

- [Miguel] Where's anyone?

It looks like the entire
village disappeared.

- There must be a military
outpost in this area.

(Clattering)

- Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me.

- It's okay, no
one's gonna hurt you.

- What happened here?

And where did everybody go?

- Everybody go.
Don't want to die.

- Die from what?

(Speaking foreign language)

- The phantasma, it grab
you fast, like that.

Took your friends.
- Two of them?

- No, it grab one.

The soldier grab the other.

- Which direction
did the soldiers go?

- There. I'll take you.

- No, no. You better
let us go it alone.

- No, no. You safer with me.

I'm safer with you.

Come on, come on.

(Birds calling)

(Eerie music)

- Looks like some
heavy equipment's been

through here recently.

- Excuse me.

Military outpost this way?

- That direction.

- Port, many boats,
this direction.

- Look, we don't want the port.

We're looking for our friend.

- No, no, don't go
that direction. Come.

- Listen pal, we're a little
busy to be pulling escort duty.

Now where the hell
are you taking us?

- Don't want to
go that direction!

- Hey, hey, hey, calm down.

Calm down, it's okay.

- Don't go that direction.

- Safer, much safer
with me. Come.

- We have a purpose here, guys.

- We can't leave him here.

- He lives here, Miguel.

- Look how scared he is.

- He knows what he's doing.

(Man screaming)

(Suspenseful music)

What is that thing?

- Hell if I know.

(Dramatic music)

- Invisible?

- I don't know what else
to call it, captain.

We pumped it full of pulse
charges and it just radiated,

like it was feeding
off the energy.

Each hit just made it stronger.

- Yeah, and deadlier.

If there's any consolation,

I doubt that poor old guy
ever knew what hit him.

- You think this has anything
to do with those light flares

we saw on the satellite photos?

- Yeah, maybe.

The pulse rifles discharge
electromagnetic waves.

Firing it into a negative
energy field would in theory

make that energy field greater
without increasing its mass.

Now the question is, why would
anybody need all this secrecy

to prove a theory that any first
year physicist could prove?

- What do we hear about piccolo?

- Well, from the
satellite photos,

we think we have a fix on
the position of the building

he's being held in.

- The time to think
is over, commander.

Let's get in and get out.

- Aye, sir.

Let's move.

(Moans)

(Clattering)

(Cell door opening)

- Comida.
- Thanks.

(Dramatic music)

(Whirring)

- All right, there's
a service elevator

that runs all the way
through to the basement.

- Is it operational?

- Not anymore.
- You're the man.

- Okay, you and
Henderson hold flank.

When we find Tony, we'll
signal you guys in.

- Got it.

- [Lonnie] Good luck.

(Suspenseful music)

- [Ford] Miguel, we're in.

(Soldiers chattering)

- I'll take the first one.

(Grunting)

- Go, go.

- Tony? Tony?

Tony, come on, we
gotta fly. Tony?

(Guards chattering
in foreign language)

(Alarm buzzing)

- I think we got company.
- Miguel!

- We gotta book.
- Tony's gone.

- What?
- Look, he escaped.

- Damn. Come on.

(Guards clamoring)

- He was not a hostage,
he was a prisoner.

You had no right to
send in guerillas.

They will be released

pending the outcome
of our investigation.

- This is not an
investigation, it's a travesty!

I want my men and
I want them now.

- Nathan--
- no! Now, listen.

No one obeys the laws of
the ueo more than I do.

No one bleeds for them
more than my crew does.

That's why we're here,
that's why seaquest exists.

We have significant cause
to question your loyalties

and adherence to the
ueo peace accords.

If you're not in violation,
you have nothing to hide.

- Mr. Secretary, are
you taking sides?

- I would respectfully ask you

to try and separate
the two issues.

- Now, look, this is nonsense.

I want my men, and
I want them now.

And if I don't get them, i'm
going to recommend that the ueo

re-evaluate its need
for on-site inspections

of every one of your facilities
every day of the week!

- In that case, captain,

I'm forced to re-evaluate
my membership with your ueo.

Estero, (speaking
foreign language).

I want every available
unit out there

looking for the
escaped prisoner.

- Sir, ever since we lost
control of the scarab,

it has become very
difficult to get volunteers

to go into our swamps.

The men are afraid.

- I don't care if the
men are afraid, estero.

If the prisoner makes
it back to the seaquest,

I'll give the men
something to be afraid,

more than the swamps.

(Dramatic music)

- The analysis.

(Keys rattling)
(Guards chattering)

- Damn.

Hey, guys, at least
let me take a shower

before you put me
back in the joint.

Hey, guys?

(Whistling)

Hey.

This is weird.

- Project scarab?

- Hey, I didn't name it,
I'm just stealing it.

I am stealing it, aren't I?

- Yeah, yeah, your modem's
coming through perfectly.

Tony, do you have any idea
what you've found here?

This is light-bending
technology.

It's the fourth dimension.

- How can you bend light?

- We see things in
three dimensions

because of the way
light bends around it.

If you bend that
light into a loop,

then you can no longer see it.

It becomes invisible.

- Did you get that, dagwood?

- Yes. No.

- So that must have
been what you saw

or didn't see in the
swamp, the prototype.

- Dagwood is the prototype.

- Another prototype, dagwood.

Tony, are the others active?

- No, they have a chip

or something missing
from their heads,

I guess until they figure out

how to get the prototype
back under control.

- They'll never get this
thing under control.

The scarab is able to increase

its own powers of
artificial intelligence

by pulling electromagnetic
waves out of the atmosphere.

It's overriding their commands.

- That's cool.

- Tony, what you've stumbled
upon could get you killed.

You have to get out of there.

- Two problems with that.

One, the commander and
them are in the prison.

Two, I still got a friend
out there I got to find.

- Tony, Eddie's dead.

- I don't know that, Lucas.

- Yeah, well, it's a
pretty good guess, Tony.

You got to get out of there.

He's not your responsibility.

- I got trouble.

- [Estero] The
search wasn't easy.

- [Colon] No, I cannot
be talked out of this.

He's one man alone
lost in our swamps,

and yet he managed to survive

where our own soldiers have
been afraid to go. (Scoffs)

What is his condition?

- Very significant
tissue damage,

malnutrition, fever.

When we found the
other experimental,

he had been hiding underwater
for more than two days.

Somehow he managed to
survive the scarab's attack.

- [Colon] Where is he now?

- He is sedated. He's resting.

If the ueo biological
research institute

abandoned Gill technology,

what makes you think
we'll be more successful?

- Because they
worry too much about

their patient rate of survival.

I don't have that problem.

- Senor minister,

I worry that too many people
know about this already.

Eventually we're going to
have to release the prisoners.

Maybe the ueo can help us
bring the scarab under control.

- They'll never know about this.

We'll get the scarab
back under control,

the project back on track.

As for the seaquest prisoners,

don't make it too difficult
for them to escape.

When I shoot them,

I want it to be in accordance
to ueo regulations.

(Dramatic music)

(Dramatic music)

(Laughing)

- Sorry, man. I got
this trick elbow.

It acts up from time to time.

(Phone ringing)

(Man speaking foreign
language on phone)

(Speaking in foreign language)

It wouldn't take much
to go through this door,

especially unguarded.

- No, wait. Something
ain't right.

(Speaking foreign language)

They want us to escape.
- Why?

- So they can shoot
us when we do.

- Who is that? Who's coming?

- I still have the fuse.

(Speaking foreign language)

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

(Shouting)

- [Tony] Guys, relax. It's me.

- Piccolo?

- Lucas figured out how
to get it under control.

This thing's easier to
use than a video game.

- Hey, no offense, Tony,

but if you can operate
it, anyone can.

- Tony, where are you?

- In a research lab.

- Well, get out of there, now.
Meet us outside the building.

- Commander, Eddie's
alive, we got to find him.

- No, we got to get
out of here, Tony.

Listen, taking out a few of
their guards is one thing,

but we're on their playing field

with their entire army after us.

- Fine. You guys leave if
you have to, but I'm staying.

- Tony, what did this
guy ever do for you

but almost ruin your life?

- We all got our
crosses to bear, Miguel.

This one's mine.

I'll see you back on the boat.

- No, Tony, wait. Wait, Tony!

(Speaking foreign language)

- [Surgeon] Scalpel.

- [Assistant] Scalpel.

(Screaming)

(Grunting)

(Guns cocking)

- Hello.

(Exclaiming)

It's about time
you guys showed up.

Sit down!

Think about it first, chief.

- Okay, Tony, you've
made your point.

- This one's kind of small.

Should we throw him back?

All right, all
right, I'm on my way.

Just around the corner.

- [Miguel] Commander, look.

- I got 'em.

Look behind you.

Game over. I win.

You two ruined my weekend.

Where do you want
these two, commander?

- Good work, sailor.

Situation's contained, sir.

The scarabs down in the
hold have been broken down

and sealed as evidence.

But what are we gonna
do about our prototype?

- The research institute
at ueo headquarters

will evaluate its technologies.

And then, we will
do what we do best,

wrap our findings up in so
much red tape and regulations

that it'll take years for
anyone to put their hands on it.

- Good.

- Nice piece of work, son.

- Thank you, sir. And it's Tony.

- Tony.

- Excuse me a second, sir.

Eddie, hey. Hey, you all right?

- Yeah, I think so.

You're not gonna belt
me again, are you?

- Why, what'd you do now?

- Thanks, Tony.

I guess now I owe you one.

- You owe a lot of people,
Eddie, me maybe least of all.

You hear what I'm saying?

- I'm gonna do it
right this time, Tony.

Whatever it takes,
okay? No excuses.

I'm done screwing up.

Yeah, well, you take care
of yourself, all right?

I'm afraid there's
not a whole lot

- I can do for
your friend, Tony.

What he did to help us
disassemble this was good work,

but how he got us here was not.

- How about how he got sent
to verdome in the first place?

- What do you mean?

- Nothing, just that,
sometimes a guy makes a deal

with very powerful
people, say, like a plea,

and then the very powerful
people sort of disappear,

and you get the whole thing
hung around your neck.

- And you think if the
facts surrounding this deal

were to come to light...

- I think someone might
want to reconsider

the circumstances
surrounding Eddie's plea.

That's all I'm saying.

Anyway, I just thought
I'd say something.

- Tony.

Do you believe him?

- Yes, sir, I do.

- I'll look into it.

(Dramatic music)

- This time I'm getting
a civilian lawyer
to retry my case.

I just wanted to thank
Tony again for his help.

- I'll tell him if I see him.

It's his turn to
clean the quarters,

so of course he's
nowhere to be found.

- What happened
to the technology?

- Well, the prototype was
turned over to the ueo.

But, of course,

I accidentally cloned
it off on my hard drive.

You know, I sort of used
Tony for a Guinea pig,

but the suit kept
fritzing in and out.

- Yeah, well, just tell Tony

I said thanks and i'm
sorry I missed him.

- Yeah, I will, Eddie.

(Women chattering)

- Hi! When did you get off ship?

Yeah?

You know what?

The stuff that you gave me
yesterday really worked great.

Thank you so much.

- [Woman] That was wonderful.

(Humming)

- Hey, Tony.

Glad to see you made it back.

- Hi. (Nervously laughing)

Well, you know, the...

Everybody got enough soap?

I can explain this.

- I really doubt that. Get him!

(Women laughing)

- Hmm.

- Hi, I'm Don Franklin,
and these are lionfish,

one of the ocean's
most beautiful

and more deadly inhabitants.

The lionfish is a member of
the scorpion-fish family,

which includes the
stone and toadfish.

All have one common
attribute, venomous spines.

Although they can
be deadly to humans,

these venomous
spines are not only

a lifesaver to the lionfish,

but used to corner
and kill smaller fish.

These exotic predators
are native to

shallow indo-pacific waters,

but are popular in many
salt water aquariums.

See you on the next
adventure of seaquest.

(Majestic music)