All language subtitles for S04E16 Lost in a Space

One hour, 59 minutes
and 50 seconds.

One hour,
59 minutes and 55 seconds.

Two hours.

And nothing.

First time in two days

Pish's bounty hunters
haven't found us

within an hour
of exiting slipstream.

Looks like we finally
ditched them.

We haven't been ditching them,
we've been demolishing them.

Repeatedly.

Yet more always come.

Until now.

At least, it looks that way.

Okay, I don't know
about the rest of you,

but I'm going to take that shower
I was headed to when all this hit the fan.

I suppose it wouldn't hurt
to stand down.

Shall I cancel shipwide alert?

The crew is desperate
for a break.

Cancel it.

Maybe that shower idea's
not so bad.

Alone.

Slipstream events detected.

Identifying.

Don't bother, it's more of the same.
Bounty hunters.

This time, it's Restorians.

You're right.

Tell me
this isn't happening again.

Battle stations!

Offensive missiles,
tubes one through 20.

Fire!

Don't tell me
I missed everything.

Take us to slipstream.
Rommie...

That did it.
Now I know I'm right.

Captain, I scan every signal

generated from this ship.

I didn't say I know
how they were doing it,

but those bounty hunters
keep finding us

because someone
is telling them where we are.

So you're saying
we have a traitor on board.

Who do you think it is?

I'm damn well going to find out.

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 far, polygraph
body-scans show nothing.

No one with stress levels
beyond normal.

Although the readings
may be skewed

due to present circumstances.

Being on the run.

My stress level should
be off the charts.

Actually,
you're handling it very well...

or you hide it very well.

I'm an enigma.

List all personnel

who have access
to override your systems.

That would narrow it down
to these.

That's it?

Oh, come on.

I can't believe any one of them
would be doing this.

Rhade, being Nietzschean,
would be our most likely suspect.

He is genetically engineered

to camouflage his emotions.

Trance?

Never.

Harper?

He would know better than anyone

how to get a message past
your sensors.

My heartbeat is like the divine.

It is the air.
It is the water.

My heartbeat is like the divine.

Not to worry,
I got their numbers.

Resonance frequencies.

I'll fry their circuits
with the push of a button.

On the other hand,

you're probably asking yourselves,
"Who designed these AP converters?

So subtle, yet so complex
in their conceptualization.

Who could it possibly be?"

I got it. I got it! I got it!

Whoo-hoo!

Trust in the Harper,
the Harper is good!

Whoo...

and Beka.

Lately,
she's been a little, well...

Testy?

To put it mildly.

Scan your logs for footage
and readings on all three.

Are you looking
for anything in particular?

Yes.

I want their
physiological reactions

to each time
the bounty hunters appeared.

Increased heart rate
and blood pressure,

but then again, so does
the rest of the crew.

So everyone had
the same reaction.

Your basic autonomic
"fight or flight" response

all the way across the board.

Check it again...

but this time,
before the attack has arrived.

To see if our traitor
had a pre-action.

Correct.

On screen.

There.

I see it.

And a downward spike
in body temperature

every time.

Ow!

Hey, Telema-schmuckus!

Back off my glutemole
and semptis.

What's it here for
if not to eat?

"Happy anniversary."
To whom?

You can read.

It's to Beka and the Maru.

It's been ten years...

three months, and nine days

since her dad
handed it over to her.

It was an important day.

Not necessarily
a happy day, though,

kind of bittersweet.

Then why are you doing it?

Because she could use
some cheering up, okay?

I know it's technically
not an anniversary,

but it's the best
I could come up with.

Curious sentiment.

The bitter part
has been well exposed.

Beka, certainly is impossible
to communicate with.

Harper, can I ask you something?

Were you going to invite me?

Was there an invitation that Rommie,
Dylan and Trance received

that somehow was lost for me?

Hey, hey!

Like it matters now.

Well, as long as you're here,
help me out, would you?

Does that sign
look straight to you?

I just, I can't...

you really are concerned.

Well, yeah,
she's my number one bud.

I know, I know,
she's been a bit of a...

pain lately.

Going on and on
about everything and everyone,

complaining about me,

even saying Trance is weird,
and you...

What did you do to her? You should
hear what she says about you.

Don't worry,
most of it's not true,

but look, Beka hasn't always
had it easy, you know.

So maybe we can show
some understanding

if she's a little bit...

difficult now and then.

So, 50-50?

Huh? Partners like always?

What?

Come on. Come on...

Come on...

king of the Nietzscheans?

You must have seen Tyr's stash.

His booty.

He must have a hoard.
I saw some of it.

We could...

Just kidding.

70-30?

Hey, guys!

Guys! She's coming!

What? She's early!

Where's Dylan?
Where's Rommie?

Hide.

No. Harper, no.

Harper? You wanted to see...

Surprise!

Surprise.

Anniversary?

We needed something
to celebrate,

and guess what?
You're it.

Harper... You're insane,
you know that?

Ah-ha, but you're smiling.

Nice going, guys.

You know what the secret
to a surprise party is?

Timing! You're late.

Come on in, grab some glutemole,

if Rhade left any.

We're not here
for the party, Harper.

I'm sorry I have to do this,
but I have no choice.

Beka... I need you to consent
to an exam

and to answer a few questions.

What?

Now?

It can't wait.

Well, if you insist.

I'll have to resist.

Well...

Now, this is what I call
a surprise party.

I don't know what's going on,

but whatever it is,
you've got me wrong.

Your actions have just confirmed
what I only suspected.

You want something, Beka.
Tell us what.

I don't know
what you're talking about,

or why you'd go
to all this length to...

Hey, I had nothing
to do with this.

All I did was plan a party.

Beka, if it is true you don't
know what's going on,

then lower your weapons.

Don't make it worse
than it already is.

And I called Harper
the insane one.

Boss, there must be
some mistake.

Yeah, like have I ever lied
to any one of you?

Well...

Don't answer that.

Bek, we need to talk.

Oh, let me guess.
Before he left,

Dylan nominated you
substitute scolder.

So does that mean that you deny
that what you did

was totally irresponsible
and selfish?

Trance, do you know
the consequences

of a guilty verdict on Veris?

What they call "rehabilitation"

the rest of the galaxy
calls "mutilation."

Technocore will see to that.

What about the consequences
for the rest of us?

Come on, Beka,
look me in the eye and tell me

that you considered that,
even for a nanosecond.

How about looking into
eyes I haven't seen

since I was barely
more than a punk kid

running simple scams.

I didn't plan this.

Nostalgia is not an excuse,

no matter how
you romanticize it.

Isn't it?

Abel's an old friend.

He may be all I have left
of the good old days.

Let's talk about what happened

last time we encountered someone

from the good old days.

Let's not.
Let's just say

how about being my friend
and showing a little faith in my judgment?

Even if I think

you're making a big mistake,

and we're going to have to pay
that price right along with you?

Maybe that's what loyalty is.

What is it exactly
that Beka has done?

We have a mole on board,

and Beka's behavior
indicates foreknowledge

of the attacks
we've been sustaining.

That's vague.

Is it?

If she has nothing to hide,

why is she holding
a weapon on us?

Beka, stand down.

I never dreamt you'd lose faith
in me so quickly, Dylan.

Someone's obviously set me up,

and you've actually
fallen for it.

Greetings, powerful woman.

What do you want, Tyr?

I have information, Beka.

You'll end up on a slave ship
or Magog food

if you stay on board
the Andromeda.

Dylan, the portal's a way
to control the Abyss,

and you've got
to get out of here.

The entire Nietzschean army
is headed this way... to destroy you.

Beka, make sure...

Listen, the Magog are close,
only months away.

We don't have as much time
as we thought.

We'll get you out of there.

Yeah, well, you better hurry. I have one
angry Nietzschean at the end of my barrel.

Not angry.

Disappointed.

I'll do it, Tyr.

I rendered that inoperable.

You will not stop me!

Maybe this is all your doing.

It's no one's
but your own, Beka.

Oh, spare me, Rommie. You only know
what you're programmed to.

You'll get a fair hearing.

Right.

I've had fair hearings, Dylan.

You've already
convicted me, Dylan.

It's written all over your face.

I'm not calling you "captain."

Dylan.

Dylan will be fine.

What now, captain?

Now we find out why.

If Beka's actions
are being caused

by a chemical imbalance
in her brain,

we'll be able to see that.

You mean an imbalance
she's causing in herself.

Flash.

It's the ultimate edge.

You'll love it.

Five milligrams today,
five milligrams tomorrow,

and the next day, you will be
selling your first born

for just one milligram more.

Joke's on you, sparky.

Five more jumps.

Five more jumps, sparky.

Walk away.

You were never here.

You're doing flash.

I don't believe it. Flash?

Beka, come on, you know
what that stuff does to people.

People kill over that stuff...

their family and friends.

Did you know that 82% of people
on prison planets

are flash addicts?

Do you know what? They tell you
that kind of stuff just to scare you.

Sure, to scare you
out of killing your neighbors.

Look, I'm not going to pretend
this crap is good for me.

I know first-hand
what flash can...

I'm using minuscule doses
for a limited time.

It's medicine.

You're withdrawing
from a very powerful drug.

It's bound to be uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable?

Rev, every nerve ending
is on fire.

My skull is two sizes too small.

I want to rip my skin off
with my fingernails.

I was thinking,

maybe it would be better
to taper off slowly,

you know? Safer.

I just need you to get me
a couple of drops.

I promise,

I promise, just a taste.

Beka, this will not
end your pain.

It will merely postpone it.

That'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.

Never thought I'd say this,

but I'm almost hoping
it is flash.

If it is,
we'll find out right away.

Hemispheric rendering complete.
Projecting map.

Beka's neural pathway
seems intact.

Synapses, too.

When did it happen, Beka?

Hmm?

Commencing security file playback.

Subject, Beka Valentine,

uncharacteristic behavior.

Stop playback.

Surveillance data session
terminated.

Let's look at her
ventral pathway,

temporal lobe.

Enlarging.

Nothing.

Hmm.

Beka's brain seems to be
100% healthy...

physically.

Looks like we're at a dead end.

Dylan, there is something...
something odd.

Increase scanning zoom.

Increasing.

We're at the molecular level.

This is not natural.

Looks like they're alive.

We have seen this before, Dylan.

The gateway to the Abyss.

She's a direct link.

Hundreds of them,
and they're expanding.

Taking over her mind.

Their micro-chemical makeup
is enormously complex.

I'm processing
at 10 times the normal rate

and have only been able
to identify two components...

Simmondsium and muilamium.

Those are radical isotopes...
footprints of the Abyss.

But how? When did this happen?

Why her?

It must have happened

when Tyr had her
in the eighth dimension.

Darkness! I am lost!

Did you bring me to this spot
for a purpose?

I am leader of the Nietzscheans!

The reincarnation
of Drago Musevini!

Do you hear me?

I came here by accident!
There's no way out!

Except for her!

She will bring you Dylan Hunt!

In return,
you can get me out, alive!

That's what it is.
She's been possessed.

The Abyss has her.

It's not your fault.

Of course it is.
I'm captain of this vessel.

The Abyss was sending
messages through Beka,

through different
space and time.

It doesn't matter.
She's my responsibility.

Your pulse rate
is rising, captain.

It's uncharacteristically
negative.

You want negative?

Check out those radical isotopes
in Beka's brain.

But, I want them out.

I should have seen it
when I was there.

Dylan!

I know you're nearby!

Here she is!

I'll give her to you,
and you give me the map!

Come and get her, captain!

Show yourself, if you dare.

We'll see how insolent you are
the next time we meet.

That'd be right about now.

You can't kill me here.

I've made a deal with the Abyss!

Then you're already dead...

And these cuffs...

won't hurt a bit.

Beka...

Beka! It's me. It's Dylan.

Beka...

You okay?

We need to get her
back to the ship.

Beka...

Focus!

Dylan.

Think of being back on board...

Beka...

The ship.

You are already here.
you are already home.

Trance.

Come back to the light.

You are safe.

We all present
and accounted for?

Almost.

There's no accounting for Rhade.

Beka?

Welcome back.

This place has never
looked so good.

You never looked so good in it.

Thanks.

You put yourself
in the line of fire for all of us.

Yeah.

Now, let's get the hell
out of here.

Good idea.

I would eject her from the ship.

Straight out an air lock, sir.

Permission to speak freely,
Nietzschean style, of course.

It has the logic of utility.

Just because it works

doesn't make it
the right thing to do.

Beka is still in there
somewhere.

So is the Abyss.

That's right.

You know, if we could just
reach in there

and rip it out of her.

And I thought she was simply
out of her mind.

Rhade, you're brilliant.

Thank you.

Rommie, get Harper down here.

I want the two of you to make
a credible simulation of Beka's mind.

We could create a convincing
VR environment,

but it would depend
on the purpose.

Convincing enough that Beka,
in the Abyss,

would think that it's really
her unconscious.

A mixture of real
and unreal elements...

imitating memories, dreams.

In this case, a nightmare.

Parts of it
would need to be abstract,

others, familiar.

It would be more of
a static model

than a dynamic one,

but we could color it with enough
of Beka's life on board

to make it seem
like organic sentience.

And then?

We lure the Abyss
out of Beka's mind

into the simulation.

Bait and switch.

Along inter-neural pathways

that link Beka's brain

with the brain that Rommie
and Harper have created.

Precisely.

And the bait?

Well, that would be me...

but we need to proceed
with caution.

We still don't know
how the Abyss got in Beka or...

what it's done to her.

Report all stations!

What the hell?

We are on the other side.

Everyone is all right.

Harper?

Every time I look,

I get a different reading, boss.

...I'm fine.

My head is just
spinning a little.

Boss?

Boss!

Rommie, give me readings.

I'm getting no readings.

My systems are nominal.

I have lost my entire crew.

Unable to register
a record of events

as there is zero input
or stimulus.

As there is zero input.

Once the Abyss
has been forced out of Beka,

there is only one way to ensure

that it will remain in
the computer simulation

and not try to get
back into Beka,

and that is to make her
unappealing.

Dead is unappealing.

That is about as good
as your first suggestion.

Not if we drop
her core temperature low enough.

It will give us extra time
to reanimate her intact.

Possibly.

And with Beka gone,

the Abyss no longer has
consciousness to feed off of.

It would be forced to flee.

And consciousness
is what it wants most?

This is dangerous, captain,
but it could succeed.

Right.

So to save Beka...

we have to kill her.

This is newer VR tech.

The interface is more direct,

but it means that it's
much more dangerous for you.

If anything happens to you

while you are in VR,

your body in reality
will respond in the same way.

Thank you.

We've kept it simple,

concentrated on things
we could be sure of...

Beka's awareness and memories
while on Andromeda.

The psychological
construct will be recognizable to you.

The synaptic threshold will be
at the end of corridor 63 delta.

Once you lead the Abyss there,

we shut the bulkhead and trap
the Abyss inside the recreation.

In theory.

Then we revive Beka.

Now, it is also possible

that the Abyss will realize
it's inside a recreation,

and with Beka being dead,
go after the only consciousness left...

yours.

It's a chance
we'll have to take.

When the Abyss moves,
it will be as fast as thought.

Then I'll have to be faster.
Let's do this.

Beginning cryogenic process.

This is different.

The subconscious projections
are a nice touch, Rommie.

I didn't create those.

Impulses from Beka's mind

must be leaking
into the simulation.

She must be partly conscious.

Not for long.

Cryogenic process, 79% complete.

I'm at the threshold interface.

Cryogenic process,
93.3% complete.

One minute to flatline.

Five seconds
until Beka flatlines.

And she's gone.

Beka?

Beka?

I'm here.

I'm cold.

Let me take you to safety.

I can't.

I'm not free.

You can fight this.

Remember how tough you are?

Come on.

We're almost safe.

Where are you taking me?

Beka, I told you that...

No!

Something's wrong.

None of this is right.

There's that old sparkle
in the eyes I recognize.

You cannot defeat me.

I've waited for this.

Your future is mine.

Sorry, I'm already spoken for.

Dylan's vitals are
dangerously high.

We have to revive Beka
in 28 seconds.

Dylan, exit now.

Dylan, you have to exit now.

I'm a little...

busy right now.

If you can bleed, you can die!

We must revive Beka
in 10 seconds.

Do it!

Come on, do it.

Just wait, Harper.

Dylan, exit now!

Now!

Dylan, do you copy?

It's gone.

Get me out of here.

Bring her back!

Initiating reversal.

It worked. It's gone.

I detect no mass
in Beka's constructed mind,

no traces
of any radical isotopes.

Come on, Beka.

Her temperature is rising,
but her other vitals are waning.

It's not working. Something's blocking
her autonomic impulses.

I saw the damn thing go!

Come on, Beka, breathe.

Breathe, Beka!

Breathe, damn it,
that's an order!

I used to think either you were
born unpleasant,

or something made you that way.

I find you confusing at best,

but I came here to learn,

and I think the real Beka
has much to teach,

So...

if you can hear any of this,

you might want
to consider waking up,

even just to say
I told you so...

All right, sleeping beauty.
Here's a good one.

Remember when we caught
the fluorescent leeches?

You dared me to eat one,
thinking I actually would.

Remember how sick I got?
All over the Maru?

Well, you probably don't want
to remember that, but me?

I guess I just can't
stop thinking.

Maybe I won't own
an entire planet

inhabited solely by women.

It's unnecessary,
and too much responsibility.

Besides, they'll be all over me anyway
with that treasure.

If it's gems,

I say we... keep the best,
and sell the rest.

Now, that's thinking.
What a kick, huh?

Hidden treasure,
power-sucking moons,

hungry Magog,

it's like bedtime stories
my nana told me.

But I would bet she didn't believe
they were true, Mr. Harper.

If there is treasure,

it logically follows
that I deserve it,

therefore, we could find it
and be filthy rich.

Knock yourself out.

Be my guest.
Hunt away for your treasure.

Priorities.

Markings match the Red Fedorov,

lost 316 years ago.

Rommie, what was
the cargo on the Fedorov?

Cargo listed as
serial quantum chips.

Serial quantum chips?
Sheesh!

Those babies
are only the fastest,

smallest microprocessors
ever built,

virtually unobtainable

since the fall
of the Commonwealth.

They're probably worth a...

- Treasure!
- Treasure!

- Jackpot.
- Jackpot.

My luck.

And mine.

Who knew they'd be ruined

by years of exposure
to cosmic rays?

How can the only options

be poor and alive,
rich and dead?

For now, Harper.

Someday,

you may be able to buy
your mom those shoes.

Yeah, maybe.

Then again, she always
wanted a blender.

That she's in pain and vomiting
doesn't make sense.

Retching, actually.

I have no further information
for you, captain.

Captain!

Rommie, report.

Analysis...

Impeded readings...

May suggest multiple
radical isotopes.

Rommie, shut down all
but vital functions.

Should I get Harper
to initiate manual override?

Rommie, tell me you're still
in control of the ship!

It's venting oxygen
from the ship.

Complete depletion
in 15 minutes.

I want everyone
on supplemental oxygen.

That won't stop the ship
from becoming a vacuum.

No,

but it will buy time,
what little we have left.

Five minutes of oxygen
remaining,

and still depleting.

Trance has presented me
with this option.

It's a little bit tricky,
so I'd like your opinion.

Well, sir, Trance is a mystery,

but she understands the Abyss
in ways none of the rest of us do.

I even suspect she may have played
a part in defeating it before.

Can she defeat it
in Andromeda's VR?

I wonder.

The question becomes

can you risk losing Rommie,
Beka, and Trance,

and survive
with only Harper and me?

I think it is a mystery
that answers are found.

You must trust
the only remaining source of it

in order to save
the whole of it.

Rhade, permission
to speak freely more often...

once we have more oxygen.

Oxygen level will
deplete in four minutes.

Now, I can pull you out
if you feel you can't do it.

I can do this.

Rhade?

Activating VR.

I have it with me.

We will defeat you!

Light, illumination, creation.

There is no place
where light cannot be born!

Bring it.

Trance?

Tell me you're okay.

Were you able to...

I saw the Abyss,

but I'm not sure if it's gone.

Oxygen generation restored.
All systems normal.

I think it's gone.

Rommie?

I missed you guys.

Hello, Beka.

Hello.

You look like you're
feeling better.

Yeah.

It's all a blank, you know...

since the party.

Hmm...

I, uh, keep wondering

what it must have been like
for you.

Being possessed by the Abyss?

Strange...

but also beautiful.

Beautiful?

Well, that's a disturbing surprise.

I can't describe it exactly.

I mean, there was sorrow
beyond anything, and fear.

It was kind of like...
a half-forgotten dream.

Huh...

well, let's make it a completely
forgotten nightmare,

and I'll be happy.

It's odd.

You know, my time in the dark
helped me see the light.

Well, of course,
it's the law of polarity.

It's like good and evil.
The two are mutually exclusive,

and then you're forced
to choose between them.

I've made my choice.

Good...

because we've got a battle
ahead of us, and you have got the helm.

Aye, aye, Captain Hunt.

Yeah, I said it.