All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E15 - What Happens to a Rev Deferred

Well, for a panicked evacuation,
that is clearly a mess.

Chaotic as it was,
it's nearly complete.

A few stragglers have yet
to clear the atmosphere.

What am I missing here?

Why can't these people
just remain calm?

That's easy for you to say,

'cause you're not
the one whose homeworld

is doing the shake, rattle,
and roll into oblivion.

Yeah, poor Empyrium.

There's one ball of mud
that just can't cut a break.

First, the Magog attack
was devastating, now this.

Still no indication of the source
of the geological instability.

Empyrium's scientists

have compared the effects
to tidal forces,

but they're at a loss to explain it,

And I'm at a loss to explain
why one of our evacuees

has turned around and headed back
toward the planet.

That's easy, they obviously
have a death wish.

Rommie,

- hail them, please.
- Aye, sir.

Yep, never fails.

Some mudfoot forgets
his favorite knickknack,

and flies right back
into the jaws of death.

It's more likely
looters and scavengers.

The ship isn't responding to hails.

Renegades or pirates,
it really doesn't matter.

These guys are idiots
for going back to that planet.

We appear to have
an answer to our hails.

They're firing on us.
Well, that's funny.

All right, monitor their comms.

Let's find out
what they're up to.

There's a lot
of communication traffic

cluttering up the bandwidth.

It'll take a few seconds
to sort through it all.

Fine. In the meantime,

let them know that we're
still thinking about them.

Firing a warning shot, aye.

Has anyone seen this?

A new star.

An uncharted brown dwarf

has suddenly
flared to life again.

What? A star appearing
out of nowhere?

No, that doesn't just happen.

If the dead remnants of a small star
collide with a carbon asteroid,

it can cause a flare-up.

It's a sign of welcome.

Trance...

Dylan, I've managed to filter
through the competing signals.

On screen.

My journey ends
before it begins.

Lost...

Here...

The last inhabitant
of a dying world,

and so I send this,

my final plea,

into the void.

May the Divine hear me.

Rev Bem.

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.

My journey ends before it begins.

Lost...

Here...

The last inhabitant
of a dying world.

I can't believe it.

Me neither.

Rev's gone
for over a whole year,

and now boom, there he is.

Into the void.

May the Divine hear me.

My journey ends...

That's it.
That's the whole message.

It's repeating itself on a loop.

It's because of the star.

Same with all the other
problems on the planet.

This is a good thing.

Trance, you know I love you,
but are you cracked?

She's just trying
to be optimistic.

I send my final plea into the void...

Yeah, it sounds
optimistic to me.

Why would he send that message?

Desperation.

Redemption?

Insanity.

Yes...

All of the above.

When I was at the
Krishnamurti Novitiate,

we had a place we called
the Shouting Cliffs.

Whenever the Way
became too difficult,

we would stand at those cliffs,

and we would shout.

Scream out all our frustrations,

desires, hungers.

All the things that held us back
from our chosen course.

In the event that anyone
is still interested,

our target remains undeterred
from its path back to Empyrium.

Launch the sensor drones.
Let's keep an eye on them.

I don't get it, boss.

Why here?
Why is Rev on this planet?

Andromeda, play back of Rev's
farewell message to us.

Ever since my time
on the Magog World Ship,

I've felt lost,

confused.

I don't have answers,

but it's time I started
asking the questions,

wherever they might lead

until I see you all again,

know this...

Wherever my path may lead,

even in the darkest places,

I will carry you all
in my heart,

and you will light my Way...

always.

This is where he expected
to find his answers.

This is where his path led him.

Yeah, to a dead end
on a dying planet,

smack-dab in the middle
of freaking nowhere.

No, Harper, it's the star.

He expects it to light the way

back to where he belongs.

That would be great if he had
some way of getting there,

but his distress comm
sends a different message.

That's where Rev's signal
is broadcasting from.

My guess would be that is also

where the renegades
intend to set down.

Makes sense,

next to the abandoned port city,

bordering on a mountain.

Let's go get Rev.

I'm not worried
about the renegades.

I think if Rev finds them,

he'll be teaching them
a lesson anyway.

Yeah, I know that drill.

Maybe they'll take
some pot-shots at Rev,

and he'll really
teach them a lesson, huh?

Harper, it's not that
kind of a lesson.

He's following the star.
It's leading him.

Maybe, Trance, but there
are two sides to every story.

There are more than two sides
to every story.

That's what makes a good fable.

I don't believe in fables.

Believing is everything.

That is exactly
what Rev Bem is doing.

All fables must come to an end.

Harper, I...

I have seen your nightmares,

And I understand
my role in them.

Please...

Please, Harper,

accept my apology.

Forgive me.

It's not you, Rev.

It's just, every time
I look at you,

all I can see is people dying.

What do I do, Rev?

How do I make it stop?

You need the one thing

that all your knowledge
cannot provide...

wisdom.

All right, when are we
leaving, boss?

- Nice try, Mr. Harper.
- But--

Harper, I can't afford
to take you down there.

Too many intangibles.

Besides, I want to know
that your brain is up here.

- Why can't Rommie--
- Harper, when has arguing

ever helped a situation?

Arguing? Not very often,

but whining... please?

Okay,

but make sure
you bring him back, okay?

Okay.

Dylan, we've got bigger problems

than geological instability
and a gang of looters.

I've discovered the source
of the tidal forces on Empyrium.

A point singularity.

How did a point singularity bomb

end up inside the planet?

Maybe it's been there all along,

since the last Magog raids,
waiting to detonate,

like a time-delay
point singularity bomb.

Or maybe whoever put it there

is counting on us
to come for Rev.

I think it's the same kind of power
that's commanding Rev.

Good power,
as in a happy ending,

Or bad power, as in "Oh, my God!
What are we doing here?"

Look, it's all bad.

It's either flesh-eating Magog,

or exploding planets,

or renegade scum,

or some otherwise
insidious agent of the abyss.

On the other hand,

it's Rev.

He's seeking.

He's there, all right,

and my guess is he's all alone.

I must continue.

I must persevere.

Journey's end.

Is someone there?

Rev Bem...

I must continue.

I must persevere.

Rev Bem's signal
is another 840 meters that way.

Everyone has fled.

And not a moment too soon.

That's fun.

I guess it's true what they say

about Empyrium being born
under an unlucky star.

The star isn't the
unlucky one here.

My hair hurts.

You are withdrawing
from a very powerful drug.

It's bound to be uncomfortable.

It's funny,

I'm always the one
that has it all together,

But right now, I just...

I just feel shattered
into a million pieces.

I have always believed

the Divine loves us best

at the broken times.

Well,

the Magog was here,

but he seems to be gone now.

I've lost the signal.

Well, it's been repeating itself
at irregular intervals,

which means someone
has to be sending it.

Lost...

Here...

The last inhabitant
of a dying world.

So I send this,

my final plea,

into the void.

May the Divine hear me.

I think we found our someone.

My journey ends...

So we've been chasing the wind.

What now?

Shall we follow my nose?

As long as it follows that star.

No end to my journey

without sacrifice

and penance.

Friend of yours?

I don't even know her name,

but you could say
she was my mother.

She gave me life...

Or perhaps
it's more honest to say

I took it from her.

But you've made it count for something.
That's why we're here.

My Magog parent
committed a terrible crime

against this woman.

No matter how blameless
a life I now lead,

my soul will always be tainted

by the circumstances
of my birth.

Mother...

I'm home.

Mother...

Mother...

I am home.

Are you?

Magog are the children of death.

All creatures, at birth,

make their mothers suffer.

Magog kill their mothers.

Loathe yourself,

and the suffering
you have caused.

And the seismic disturbances

from the singularity

are occurring more frequently
than we anticipated.

At this rate,

I guess the planet's going
to be torn apart and devoured

in less than 36 hours.

The star is in the direction
of the mountaintop.

Pointing the way?

Harper, you have to believe,

or else what do you have?

The planet, the star...

It's all caused
by the same thing.

We're on the clock.
Let's move.

You do realize

that taking travel time to the Andromeda
into consideration,

we've got less than a day
to search.

That is, if he's still alive.

He's alive.

If I didn't know better,

I'd think that was admiration
in your voice, Tyr.

For a Magog?

Spare me.

I'm given to understand
that your genetic material

has become the foundation
for an entire race

of warrior priests.

I'm intrigued,

and...

perhaps a bit...

jealous.

I can understand

why a Nietzschean
would say that.

What would a Wayist say?

We saved paradise

by introducing the serpent.

I am the darkness
become the light.

Why did you call out to me,
send a message to me?

They're calling to me.

Rev Bem.

Behemiel!

Rev! What are you doing?

Poor, lost creature,

wandering,

not knowing who or what you are.

What is your name, lost one?

Do you even know?

My name is Brother Behemiel
Far Traveller.

Behemiel Far Traveller.

That is a food name,

not fit for a harbinger
of the Abyss.

I asked you what your name is,

the name your father gave you.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I am in need of answers.

I have no more questions.

The God of the Magog.

They call it
the Spirit of the Abyss.

Red Plague,

I can give you what you want.

You know what I want?

I will celebrate your birth.

You see, I have become the Way.

Show me.

I am a Wayist.

What is that?

I follow the teachings
of the anointed...

the Way of peace,
the Way of cooperation.

And this Way of peace dictates

that you fight
your own brothers,

kill your own kind?

Come with me.

Meet our creator,
and all will be revealed.

What does it matter
what I believe?

Why don't you just kill me?

Because you are a lost brother
who seeks answers.

What more reason do I need?

Come with me, Red Plague.

Find your answers.

His scent is strong here.

What's that?

It's a picture
of Rev Bem's mother.

We're running out of time.

Yeah, so is Rev.

Are you the Abyss?

Are you?

I am Brother Behemiel
Far Traveller.

Are you?

I have traveled
the broad universe,

and I have remained true
to the Way.

From planet to drift,

from burned-out star
to junker craft,

I have been true.

It's a Magog.

I am a Magog,

but please,

I have not killed in a year.

You're a Magog.

You tempt my darker soul.

I have done all of this for you.

Kill them.

No!

You will be rewarded.

I do not seek reward.

I seek answers.

I think we found him.

Let's go.

Hold it.

Let's see what valuables
he has on him.

Please, I mean no harm.

Do not hurt me.

If I was truly of the Divine,

I would have let them kill me,

and yes, even you,
before I took a life.

I was weak.

Kill.

Kill them.

I chased my prey,

I smelled their blood,

And I relished it,

and I recognized something...

Beka... I liked it.

I am Red Plague.

Stranger smell.

My name is Redplague.

Rev, what are you doing?

Rev! Rev!

Rev...

The Way, remember?

The Way.

I am not hungry for this.

I must... I must...

I must follow the Way.

I must...

I must stay true to my word.

We didn't find Rev Bem,

but we sure as hell
found these renegades.

Why are we here?

To save a past friend
who's foolishly risked his life?

One who goes where he's hated?

This is Rev Bem.
He saved your life

more times than we can count.

Now it's our turn to save his.

My counsel still stands.

How about we counsel
change in these idiots?

Count of three?

No, let's just shoot them.

Fine.

I have followed a true path.

I did not prepare the path
for the traveler.

I prepared the traveler
for the path.

You are testing me.

Why?

To see if a Magog is worthy?

Please...

Please...

Eternal life grant unto him

and may perpetual light
shine upon him.

Give me the strength
to follow the path,

To give, and not
to count the cost,

to struggle,

and not to heed the wounds...

I am the darkness
become the light.

I am the darkness
become the truth.

I am the darkness
become the Way.

Suppose we do find
the good reverend.

Why assume he's still good?

Because it's his character.

You hope.

You weren't
on the Magog World Ship.

You didn't look into his eyes.

He was just like all the others.

Feral.

He's a Magog,

and the two of you
can think what you like.

I still say genetics
are stronger than will,

and blood is thicker
than altruism.

No, Rev is stronger than that.

We Magog know the Divine exists.

We know it created the stars,

and the planets,

the soft winds,

and the gentle rain.

We also know
he created nightmares,

because he created us.

You're saying
it created this situation.

You asked me how
this could be God's will.

My answer is this.

How can it not be?

The Divine lives in all places,

but most importantly,

the Divine...

lives here,

and here.

Hold it.

Go back to your ship.

This whole planet's
going to blow.

We want the Magog.

- What?
- Yeah! Give him to us.

Why would you want the Magog?

Didn't you hear me?

This planet is going to blow up.

We have no quarrel with you.

Then why are you shooting at us?

All right. I've had it
with these guys.

Circle around.
Take them out.

Go.

You have brought me here
to end my journey...

my mission.

You called to me.

I have changed.

You have abandoned your nature.

Goodness is my inward nature.

I long to be that.

To all who see me,

I am something else.

I am not this.

Is that your request?

Over there.

- You okay?
- Great.

All clear.

Let's go get Rev.

I was not created
by your Divine.

I was created
by the Spirit of the Abyss

as an instrument of fear
and destruction.

That is my purpose.

Why have you led me here
to this place with no answers?

Only to a precipice?

I am at an end.

You're a great man, Rev,

but I still don't think

you can know
the Divine's plans for you.

Is not the Divine in all things?

I can feel its hatred.

Beneath it,

feel what lies beyond.

Love.

Underneath the hatred...

there is love.

I understand now.

Life is suffering,

chaos,

but...

there is another way.

The Way of harmony,

of transcendence,

of death.

Dylan...

On that mountaintop.

It's Rev.

Have I not sacrificed enough?

There must be an end
to my journey.

Please...

Please.

What must I do?

What?

Let go.

Give over to the Divine.

All that you are, all that you have.

Repeat,

"My pain belongs to the Divine."

"It is like air,
it is like water."

Who are you?

I am not the end
of your journey.

I am the beginning
of your journey.

Come to me.

Make a new day.

I cannot.

I cannot!

I cannot end without knowing.

Embrace me.

Feel my arms around you.

I will carry you.

Come to me.

Please...

Please tell me...

Come to me.

- Come to me.
- Why?

Come to me.

Now!

Here. Right here.

This is where he was.

No sign of struggle.

Harper.

Getting down
to crunch time, boss.

We must be pretty close
to, you know, kablooey.

Have you found Rev?

No, not yet.

Well, you might want
to get your butts in gear.

I'm guessing you've
got 36 minutes tops until...

Kablooey. Yes, I'm well aware
of that, Mr. Harper.

All right, let's backtrack.
He's got to be here somewhere.

Damn.

Hold it.

Don't move.

Show yourself.

We don't want to hurt you.

Who are you?

What are you?

It is...

Me.

Rev?

What?

Rev...

Hello, Dylan.

It's an improvement.

Rev, you're no longer a Magog.

We'll all be no longer if we
don't get out of here. Let's go!

Poof, and it's gone.

Like a magic trick.

Perhaps the world was never
supposed to explode.

There seems to be
a plan at work.

Well, I'm glad
someone had a plan.

Whatever changed Rev

also kept Rev safe,

kept you all safe from harm.

Well, maybe
the point singularity

devoured it in one bite,

and it just collapsed
and disintegrated.

No, Harper,

whatever did this
did it all for Rev.

There's no way
to explain a miracle.

A miracle?

Trance...

Miracles are just
extraordinary phenomena

with a scientific explanation.

See?

Well, for those
who don't believe,

no explanation is possible,

And for those who do,

no explanation is necessary.

What? No.

Tyr...

Have you never wished
that all your yearning

for power and empire

would just be silent
for a moment?

Have you never wished
for a moment's peace?

I am at peace.

That's what bothers me.

The Divine loves you, Tyr.

Remember that.

Harper...

It's so good to see you alive.

How's your stomach?

Empty, thank God.

Indeed.

Wow, it's always good
to see you, Rev.

Better to see you.

So, you're beautiful.

Inside...

and out.

I must remember
to practice humility.

No...

I understand that you
followed a star.

A sun?

Like you.

A phenomenon.

A sensation.

It was warm and embracing.

I'm flattered.

I went through so much.

A higher power ordained me.

How it happened...

Sometimes we have to stare
into the face of truth

to really see it.

Stare at it until the brightness
fades away,

and then all we have is truth.

All we have left is the Way.

Dylan...

I want to thank you
for coming to save me.

You saved yourself.

I really wish
you would stay, Rev.

I enjoy your company.

I thank you, but I cannot.

I am reborn.

You must go one way.

I go another...

But I do not think

the universe is so large...

My friend.

If you will all excuse me...

I will retire and say a prayer
of thanksgiving

for this new chapter in my life

and where it may lead.

By Divine grace,

I touch the shadow
and reveal the light.

I am the darkness become light.

I am the darkness become truth.

I am the darkness
become the Way.

Miracle of miracles.

Wonder of wonders.