All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century [1x12] - Escape From Wedded Bliss

- I want Buck Rogers!
- I think he'd make you a very bad spouse, Princess.

Princess Ardala returns with a
diabolical scheme to bring the Earth to its knees.

And Buck Rogers to the altar.

You will bejoined with
Princess Ardala. Forever.

Talk about shotgun weddings.

I must be won in order to be wed.

- Dr. Huer, it's glowing!
- Destroy it! Now!

Our pulsars have no effect!

The year is 1987,

and NASA launches the last of
America's deep space probes.

In a freak mishap, Ranger 3 and its
pilot, Captain William "Buck'"Rogers,

are blown out of their trajectory into an
orbit which freezes his life-support systems.

And returns Buck Rogers to Earth.

500 years later.

Anything about
it look familiar, Buck?

Negative. I have never
seen anything like it.

Did you hear that, Dr. Huer? Buck
has just ruled out the possibility.

It's an ancient probe that's
fallen back to Earth's orbit.

Go easy on the word ancient, will ya?

Twentieth century.

What do you
suggest we do next, Doctor?

- Dr. Huer?
- Destroy it.

We're not certain that
it's unmanned. We can't.

Sensors indicate there's
no life-form aboard.

Dr. Theopolis has just informed me
that the object's orbit has stabilized.

Wherever it came from, it is now sustaining
a position. Directly over New Chicago.

We can only assume it's some kind
of weapon. So destroy it.! Now.!

Yes, sir.

Our pulsars have no effect!

The object has stopped tumbling.
One of its points is... is turning.

- Towards the Earth!
- We must sound a general alert immediately.

It's glowing! Dr. Huer, it's
releasing a beam of energy!

Activate Omega defense
program immediately!

Dr. Huer!

- Sensors say it hit, Wilma.
- Dr. Huer, are you all right?

We're still here, Colonel.
It hit outside the city.

Anyway, it started to tumble again.

Let's get back down there.

Turn the lights off.

The weapon works perfectly.

We begin the annihilation of the
Earth's cities upon your command.

There's been a slight
change in plan, Kane.

I wish to send a subspace transmission
to the Earth Defense Directorate.

Those are not your father's instructions!
Emperor Draco specifically stated...

I'm not deaf, Kane. I heard
my father's instructions.

I simply wish to make a few
embellishments of my own.

Come along, Kane. We have
a transmission to make.

Alert.! Alert.!

Direct hit to Level 10,
Sectors "H'"through "L. '"

Dr. Theopolis.
What's the latest on the weapons?

It's still holding a position
directly above New Chicago.

- Hello, Dr. Huer.
- Hello, Princess.

Were you impressed by our
target practice just now?

Well, I think you know
that answer to that.

One of our two-year expeditions to the
galactic center discovered the pyramid.

It was being used for mining
by one of the planets there.

Naturally, we thought it
had far greater potential.

- Naturally.
- It really is the ultimate weapon, Doctor.

You have no idea how it
works or what can stop it.

And you have no time at all to find out.

It can destroy your space port and
your city before you launch one ship.

Then, why haven't you done it?

Well, I prefer to discuss it with
the Earth Federation Council tonight.

You will arrange
a reception for me.

And you'll invite not only all of
your leaders, but Buck Rogers as well.

- I'm honored, Princess.
- Well, hello, Captain Rogers.

I must say, you're still looking fit.

So are you, Princess. I trust
I'll see you this evening.

A lot more depends on
it than you might think.

What do you think you're doing? Your
orders were to destroy the Earth.!

And your orders are to obey my wishes.

If you cannot do so, Kane, I'm
sure I can find someone who can.

They're going to use
that weapon to extort us.

Doctor, I'll need your help
to locate Federation leaders.

- Twiki and I are at your service.
- Colonel Deering, if you'll make arrangements.

For an honor guard for
this evening's proceedings.

Yes. Sir.

- And, Buck...
- I'll be there.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
think I'd better go change.

Please hold still, Twiki.
You're loosening my circuitry.

Killjoy.

For the food, for the entertainment.

And the for the hospitality, I thank you.

As you know, we possess a weapon.

Which is capable of destroying
not only New Chicago,

but each and every city
on the planet Earth.

Of course, being a merciful
and civilized culture,

we have no intention of doing so.

If you fulfill one simple request.

Very shortly, I will succeed my
father to the throne of Draconia.

And according to our laws,
within a year of doing so,

I must wed the most physically and
genetically sound human male available.

Or lose my throne to a successor.

Well, I have found just such a man.

Right here on Earth.

And unless you turn him over
to me for the wedding ceremony,

our pyramid weapon.

Will destroy the Earth city.

By city by city.

That man, of course,
is Captain Buck Rogers.

If I were your mother I'd be
admonishing you for not taking two trips.

Yeah. Well, you're not my mother.

For one thing, my mother never
had a key to my apartment.

Well, I happened to run into a
maintenance drone in the corridor.

Seems like I'm not the first
person he's let in here.

Yeah. Well, you know how
maintenance drones exaggerate.

- What is all this stuff anyway?
- Oh, just some stuff I scarfed from Dr. Junius at the archives...

camping equipment mostly.

I talked to Dr. Huer.

The Federation has no intention of
sacrificing you to the Draconians.

For the time being, anyway, huh?

And Dr. Theopolis has a plan
for destroying the weapon.

I'm going to sneak aboard the mother ship
and try to locate the weapon's control.

That ship is two miles wide.

Without a blueprint, you don't stand a
chance of finding that control center in time.

No. The Federation won't let you go.

- Uh, are you going away?
- Yep.

I've never seen you run
away from anything before.

Well, you told me Dr. Huer and Dr.
Theopolis have everything under control,

so if Ardala wants me, she's
gonna have to come find me.

I don't believe you, Buck. We've
been through too much together.

And you've risked your life too
many times for me to believe that.

You're running away from anything now.

Whatever you have in mind.

Please... Be careful.

Where is Buck Rogers?

He chose to decline your
invitation, Princess.

It was hardly an invitation, Doctor.

Oh, my dear Princess,
you must understand that.

Buck is from a different time.

His attitudes are
annoyingly old-fashioned.

He's very stubborn and
terribly independent.

As a matter of fact, I think he'd
make you a very bad spouse, Princess.

Now, on the other hand,

these two gentlemen have
heard about your request.

And they have volunteered
to take Buck's place.

And they have done so,
I might add, eagerly.

I want Buck Rogers!

I don't want psychological profiles.!

I don't want personal opinions.

And I certainly don't want
some drooling by-product.

Of a Terran hormone experiment!

- I want what I came for.
- As spokesman for the Earth's Federation Council,

I submit that we're not
going to give you Buck Rogers.

Then, within one hour, you
will suffer the consequences.

Thank you, Twiki.

Oh, and thanks for helping me
overhaul that old motorcycle.

I'll let you know how it
handles over long distances.

Come on. I'll walk you as
far as the transport tubes.

Well, come on. I got to get going.

You're not really running, are you, Buck?

No, I'm not.

I can't tell you what I'm
doing. Don't ask me why I can't.

- Then, I'm goin' too.
- That's out of the question.

Twiki, I didn't... I didn't
pack any spare transistors.

And Lord knows what you
use for a toothbrush.

Come on. Come on. I'm wastin' time.

All right. I'll leave you in here.

It's gonna get awfully lonely in here.

Suit yourself.

- All right. Come on.
- Yippee!

Far out!

- Why are we stopping?
- I think we're running low on fuel.

Yeah, we need a fill-up.

Unleaded. There we go.

If only OPEC could see me now.

- Where are we going, Buck?
- You'll find out when we get there.

Whatever you say.

Marvelous. Every cubic centimeter.

Of New Chicago lies at my fingertips.

I can destroy it all at
once or piece by piece.

And if the Terrans turn over Buck Rogers,

how are you going to explain
your act of mercy to your father?

Once Buck Rogers is in my possession,

and we have reentered Draconian space,

we can always send the weapon back to
Earth, and then act out my father's missions.

And once Rogers is within the empire,

he need never know
Earth has been destroyed.

Very good, Kane. I'm surprised at you.

Did you think of that
possibility yourself?

Are you all right? A little
shaken, but I'm fine, Dr. Huer.

I'm afraid that was
another hit inside the city.

The
pyramid has de-energized.

Thank heaven.

That's right, Kane. I did no real damage.

I changed my mind.

Let's see if the Terrans
have changed theirs.

Next time, Dr. Huer,

the damage will not be confined to the
unoccupied levels of the Directorate Building.

Unless Buck Rogers is delivered
to me within two hours,

the weapon will destroy
all of New Chicago.

This can only mean that the Federation
leaders have failed to come up with a plan.

To thwart Ardala's weapon.

- You'll have to see them.
- And I think I know.

What they're going to tell me.

Nice place for a picnic.

Well, that's not what
we're here for, Twiki.

Garridan! Garridan!

Stay close to the bike, Twiki.
I'll be right back.

I should've stayed home.

Garridan!

Garridan!

What's a "Garridan"?

Garridan, I came alone! Where
are you? I need your help.

What am I, pickled herring?

Well, it looks like we
wasted our time. Cheer up.

We can still have our picnic.

You lied to me! You brought
'em back! You came to kill me!

- Garridan, stop it.!
- You... You came to kill me!

You're like all the rest! Garridan,
I came alone! Now, stop it!

Garridan, I came alone! I promised
I'd never tell anyone where you're at.

And I kept my word! Don't you remember?

You came to me. You were tired of the
fighting, tired of the Draconian slaughter.

You asked me to help
you. Don't you remember?

Yeah. You found me supplies,

and you found me shelter.

You came alone? Yes!

Why? I need your help.

Stop, right up in here.

You were an engineer
on a Draconian starship.

You know their layout by heart.

Garridan, I need that
knowledge!

It's so long ago, I don't remember. Try!

- Please, Garridan! Try!
- I can't remember.

- I don't want to remember!
- The Draconians!

Deploy yourselves at once!

Garridan, please. Just try to...

Run! I'll draw their fire.

Fire!

- How'd you find me?
- I planted a tracer on Twiki.

He didn't know about it.

Buck, I'm afraid you're going
to have to come back with us.

- We have no choice.
- You'll get no argument from me, Doc.

- I don't understand.
- Garridan, I'm sorry.

I didn't know they'd follow me to you.

- You know this person?
- His name's Garridan.

He was chief engineer on the Draconia.

- Why should I help?
- Because, if you don't,

the fighting and killing you ran
away from will continue and get worse.

What do you want me to do?

Dr. Huer, I know how
you found us, but, uh,

what were the Draconians doing out there?

They homed in on the same tracer we did.

Course they had no idea
Garridan was out there.

And they won't.

Not as long as we keep
those guards under detention.

There we are.

It's the basic engineering
design of a Draconian starship.

Unfortunately, their
pyramidal weapon is so new,

we can't be sure of the
location of the control room.

But if we were to analyze
the power flow charts,

Doctor, we should be able to come up
with three or four possible locations.

Dr. Huer, there's no time for that.

I must remind you that Princess
Ardala is expecting Buck.

To arrive in her chambers within the hour.

Well, Dr. Huer, will you be kind
enough to prepare a shuttle for me?

After all, we don't want to
keep the princess waiting, do we?

Good evening, Princess.

Hello, Captain Rogers.
It's good to see you again.

You're looking... Well, what can I say?

Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment.

- I assume you've had a pleasant journey.
- Very.

Well, you couldn't
have been more punctual.

Kane, inform the Royal
Council and the witnesses.

That phase one has
begun, and leave us now.

You too, Tigerman.

I couldn't be in safer hands.

You never did have him leashed, did you?

Humorous as always.

Mmm, this is lovely!

You've had it redecorated
since I was here last.

It's perfect for.
First-phase stipulations.

"Stipulations"? Yes.
Contractual requirements.

Sounds very romantic.

Well, for Draconian royalty,

the act of formal union...

marriage in the Terran vernacular...
consists of three parts.

Of which, phase one is
the first part, I assume.

And the most enjoyable.

We drink, talk,

dance.

And get to know each
other much, much better.

In the days of antiquity,
we called that "dating."

"Dating"?

It's an old Earth courtship ritual.

Boy meets girl, boy asks girl out,

they go to dinner, a movie,

dancing.

And then? And then
later back to her place.

Turn the lights down kind of low, Mm-hmm.

Put a little music on the stereo,

audio-visual entertainment center,

break open a little wine, snuggle up...

Tribal courtship rituals
can be fascinating.

Tell me. Just out of
curiosity, what, uh...

What happens in Phases two and three?

In the second phase, you
prove your worthiness for me.

By competing in the arena with Tigerman.

Mmm.

Fascinating.

I'm not surprised that a man of your
courage would feel that way, Buck.

Of course, if you win tomorrow,

the third phase will take place at noon.

The great event itself...
the wedding ceremony.

At which point, you will be given this.

Princess, I'm touched. So I see, Captain.

And you'll be happy to learn.

That once it's fastened around your neck,

it cannot be removed. As a
symbol of my eternal devotion.

Eternal. As your loyal and loving husband?

Very loyal and very loving.

You idiot!

I told you I didn't want to be disturbed!

What are you doing? Since they've
brought it, have them bring it in.!

Do you think disturbing me
twice is better than once?

For safekeeping.

Sorry about the interruption, Buck. Mmm.

Shouldn't we. Share this with Tigerman?

After all, he's gonna need all
the strength he can get tomorrow.

You're going to need all
your strength tonight. Hmm.

Delicious. Antaraen brandy.

To wedded bliss.

To the most genetically sound
and physically attractive.

Human male in the universe.

Tell me. That necklace,

does it serve any other
function aside from symbolic?

Well, let's say it's a gentle reminder
of the eternal devotion you spoke of.

If you should do anything
that displeases me,

an electronic signal will
cause the band to shrink,

tighten, constrict.

To half its diameter around your neck.

Well, let's see, I wear a 16 collar.

That would make it about
an eight, wouldn't it?

Specifically, Captain, it would make
you dead within one-tenth of a second.

Let's eat. I'm starving.

Buck should've arrived on
the mother ship an hour ago.

He should already be in
Ardala's... Chambers by now.

Unless, of course, the Draconian
scanning devices detected the transmitter.

And weaponry we hid on his person.

Well, I was just trying to
explore all the alternatives.

Yes, of course. I know.

I know.

Buck'll be okay.

I hope so. God only knows what
he's going through right now.

Do you feel... What?

As good as I do? Better.

There's just one thing
that bothers me though.

Oh, don't let anything bother you, Buck.

Well, yeah, but, uh,

you know, when I become
your husband and, uh,

you succeed to your
father's throne... Yes?

Well, it's just that
that kind of authority is.

Pretty scary, you know.

I just hope I can live up to what you
feel a Draconian monarch should be.

Well, you just let me rule the kingdom.

All you have to do is what
you're doing right now.

Thanks, I will.

Night-night.

Colonel.

Dr. Huer, Buck's activated his
subcutaneous transmitter. Buck?

Ow! Can you hear me?

Not so loud, Doc.

This transmitter's implanted
a little too close for comfort.

- Buck, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Security didn't catch the transmitter
or the black light bomb in my ring.

Very well. Now, according
to our calculations,

the control room is on
Level Five, Sector 12.

Oh, Buck?

Kane.

I want an armed detail sent
to my chambers immediately.

Dr. Huer?

- I think I've hit pay dirt.
- Weapons control?

Right. Now, listen. Get on
the ball back there, will ya?

I need to know the shortest
route to one of the hangar bays.

Hold it, Rogers!

You're a stubborn man, Rogers. Maybe
that's what the princess sees in you.

They told me they found
you on Level Five, Buck.

You didn't try to get to one
of the hangar bays, did you?

Not at all. I was simply taking a walk to
clear my head... all that brandy, you know?

Hmph. And to think that for a moment I
believed you really wanted to be with me.

The arena is ready. Captain Rogers isn't.

Tell him what's expected of him.

Using the weapons within the arena,
you and Tigerman will do battle.

You see, however symbolically, Buck,

I must be won in order to be wed.

I've seen you fight. You use your brains,

Whereas Tigerman barely
knows where his are.

Of course, it is a fight to the death.

If you lose, you die.

Kane, inform the witnesses we may begin.

Captain Rogers is ready now.

I'm not gonna kill him!

I will not kill him!

Well, it's obvious from Tigerman's
condition that Captain Rogers is the winner.

According to the law, Princess, there
is no winner until one of them lies dead.

But it's the spirit of the law
that must be obeyed, not the letter.

Isn't that right, Kane?

I'm glad you agree. Since
there are no objections,

the wedding ceremony
will go on as planned.

Dr. Huer, data from the
Communications Directorate.

Indicates the weapon
is leaving Earth orbit.

Well, for what it's worth, they
seem to be keeping their word.

It might interest you to know.

The pyramid is in defensive orbit
of this ship rather than Earth.

- You see, we do keep our word.
- How's it feel, Kane?

Having been Draco's right-hand
man for all these years.

And then seeing not only
the Draconian throne.

But Ardala herself given
to another man, hmm?

Why don't you use that weapon against Draco?
It's his empire you want, not the Earth.

I'll simply wait for the
inevitable, Captain Rogers...

your execution.

Let us begin.

- You look marvelous, Buck.
- Thank you. So do you.

Kane?

As minister of my father's
extraplanetary affairs,

Kane will conduct the ceremony.

Those who are about to be
joined, prepare yourselves.

At least the Draconians did not
discover Buck's transmitter implant.

He's stationary in Ardala's chamber.

That must
mean the ceremony's underway.

We shall commence with the
sacred ritual of phase three.

- Talk about shotgun weddings.
- Having been singled out.

By the Royal Council of Draconia.

And having proved your
worthiness in battle,

you will bejoined with Princess Ardala.

Forever.

After him!

He's moving!

Attaboy, Buck!

Intruder alert
in Sector "G. '"

All security personnel... turbolift six,
seven and nine. Doc. Wilma. Can you hear me?

Yes! Perfectly, Buck. Are you all right?

I'll let you know in a minute. Intercept
unauthorized personnel immediately.!

Yahoo! He's gonna make it! Ooh!

Oh.

Security Team Seven, block
off all access portals at once.

After him! Repeat... intruder
alert in Sector "G. '"

All right, gang.
I'm in the control center.

Yippee!

All right. Power's building up,
Theo. How about some advice, huh?

What you're trying to do, Buck,
is to build up a maximum charge.

- And give it nowhere to
go. -

He's in there! Open it!

Fire!

He's destroying the weapon! Do something!

- All right, Doc. I'm gettin' a power feedback now.
- Buck, get out of there.

Bring him here!

I said, bring him here.

What are you waiting for?

Look at me when I speak to you!

I have given you a direct
order, and I wish to be obeyed!

Pick up Captain Rogers, and take
him back to my chambers immediately.

Or I will have you executed!

What are you doing?

It seems he intends to kill
you unless you let them go.

After all, he does owe
Buck Rogers his life.

Why, you pigheaded monster!

It would appear, Princess,
it's either you or them.

What is your wish?

Let us go, Princess.

There'll be another time, another place,

- won't there?
- All right, Buck.

No. Captain Rogers is correct.

There will be another time.

Tigerman? I owed you a life.

We are now... Even.

What is he doing?

Well, thanks to Dr.
Junius and the archives,

he's listening to a tape of Meat Loaf.

Don't ask.

Buck, you do realize,

had it not been a question of
hundreds of thousands of lives,

we would never have
betrayed you like we did.

Now, look, I invited you all here to
show you there are no hard feelings.

The pyramid is gone.
Ardala and Kane are gone.

I'm here, and I'm single.

And I'm gonna introduce you all to
some good, old-fashioned split-pea soup.

Well, it's not really peas, it's a soybean
derivative, but it's the same principle.

Now, who'd like the first
taste?

No, I... I don't think that would work.

- What do you think, Doctor?
- You know, Twiki does have tactile sensors of a sort.

While his system is incapable
of anything like digestion,

it's not beyond his abilities to... Taste.

No way, Jose.