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There it is again.

There's what, Commander?

Dark.

Vast deposits of dark down here, Captain.

You're sure you're not hallucinating?

Me?

How long have I been down here?

Thirty hours.

You know, we have enough data. We could bring him up.

Can't we wait till he starts hallucinating?

That's not in his personality.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's not necessarily a compliment.

Whoa!

His heart rate jumped dramatically.

Jonathan, I think it's time to come up.

Jonathan?

You know, his pulse rate's way off the charts.

I am going to bring him up.

No!

Wait!

O'Neill, I think we have a potential bomb threat.

Let's go to amber alert.

Condition amber.

Molecular scan engaged.

Laser disintegration process complete.

It's clear.

You saw a flash of light?

Yes, sir.

In the form of a giant warrior?

Stay out of my head, Doctor.

It's hard to do when your thoughts are screaming.

A warrior?

A flash of light

refracted by floating debris suggested something like that, yes.

Where'd the light come from?

I don't know.

Dagwood, fill the tank and get it submerged before it degrades.

Captain, would you hold it steady?

Radiocarbon testing will date it.

It looks like Egyptian mummification,

maybe 2000 BC.

We've got a Greek helmet that must be, what, 500 BC?

And now we've got an Egyptian head in a Greek helmet.

That's 1,500 years apart.

Miguel?

Miguel?

Ortiz!

Yes, Lieutenant?

Keep those things away from me.

I feel like you're throwing bean balls or something.

WSKRS are precision instruments, Lieutenant.

They would never hurt you.

See, I can get within inches.

I think you're ready for my refresher course

in survival training, huh, Ortiz?

WSKRS aren't picking up anything else, Lieutenant.

You can wrap up the hunt.

What a disappointment.

I was hoping to find a femur or something.

No.

No. No, it's not Greek.

It looks like Greek, but it's not Greek.

It's not Egyptian or Phoenician either.

You know, Ortiz knows about mythology.

He might be able to help.

Ortiz is overseeing the excavation.

There's Peruvian symbolism, Mayan markings,

but it's not Peruvian or Mayan.

There it is.

What?

Repetition.

The basis for deciphering language.

How big do you think the man was who wore this helmet?

What are all these holes?

Ventilation, you think?

Sir, these symbols were carved after the helmet was forged,

so this isn't just a Warrior's helmet,

it's a journal.

"I am Deucalion,

”the son and keeper of our dead King Cassius,

"and sole survivor of

"Atlantis."

Atlantis?

You sure?

Yes, sir.

Set a course for the Hatteras Abyssal Plain.

That's 2,000 miles away, sir.

Don't you think I know that?

If O'Neill is right,

every fortune hunter with a pick-axe and a dive helmet

is gonna be swarming these waters.

Better conceal our coordinates, too.

Radio carbon testing dates the skull to 10000 BC.

We're going to lock this head and the hand

in the hyperbaric chamber and black out the windows.

This is now a classified event.

Take that sword and put it in the ward room. Post a guard.

Don't let anyone in there without O'Neill's permission.

O'Neill?

That a problem?

No, sir.

Captain, I can't study these in the hyperbaric chamber.

Well, they waited 12,000 years to be found.

You can wait a few days to test them.

Captain...

We must control what we find.

Captain, what did we find that requires all this secrecy?

Atlantis.

Mag-Lev engaged.

Atlantis?

Is there an echo in here?

Next stop, A-Deck.

There's no need to be so snide.

Don't patronize me.

What's the matter with you?

The minute I notify the UEO

that we have any evidence of a lost continent,

this whole thing is going to turn into a photo op

for political dolts everywhere.

What we found belongs to history,

to mankind, not politicians.

Well, if we found Atlantis, that will change history.

Oh, yes.

And then we'll have more to deal with than politicians.

That's why we have to watch our p's and q's.

Please wait for full stop.

A-Deck. Thank you for riding Mag-Lev.

Watch your diet, Captain.

I think you're getting too much sugar.

Get me Secretary McGath on a secure transmission.

Nathan, are you all right?

Yes.

SeaQuest has discovered physical evidence

of the lost continent of Atlantis.

Are you serious?

Have you ever known me to be anything else?

The ship's logs will carry the particulars.

Course set for Hatteras?

On our way, sir, at cruise speed.

Okay, descend two thermals.

Full speed ahead.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Carry on, people.

O'Neill says you know a lot about mythology.

No, just Plato's story, Critias.

Why Critias?

Refers to Atlantis.

Read everything ever written on Atlantis.

Okay. O'Neill needs you in the ward room.

Yes, sir.

Fire!

I saw a fire in the chair.

I did!

Didn't anybody see the fire?

There was a fire in the chair.

You saw it, too?

No.

But there must have been, because you saw it.

Thanks, Dagwood.

I will clean the Captain's chair.

What's with my chair?

I thought it was on fire, sir.

I am seeing things, Captain.

I should be relieved of duty.

Can't anybody on this boat be responsible for their own actions?

If you want to be relieved, relieve yourself.

You're a commander. Don't come whining to me.

I'm not running a boat for victims.

Pull yourself together, man.

What's going on?

I don't know.

The Commander's freaking out,

I don't know what's wrong with the Captain.

Lieutenant, who's gonna run this boat if they can't?

Who's gonna tell them they can't?

Lucas.

Yeah?

Why aren't you in uniform?

I'm a civilian, Captain.

If you're going to work on the Bridge, you're going to be in uniform.

Yeah, but...

But what?

Sir, the UEO executive launch

will be docking in five minutes.

Swell.

Break out the party hats and the drinks.

Sir, that is Secretary General McGath.

Aren't you going to meet him?

Meet him yourself. I'm running a submarine here.

And take him with you.

I don't want to see him on the Bridge without a uniform.

What do you want from me?

What?

I'm going insane.

How much longer?

Well, I don't know. It's a lost alphabet, Jim.

It's going to take some time.

McGath is arriving,

and Ford and the Captain are exhibiting aberrant behavior.

The Captain just wants to protect this find from gold-diggers.

Yeah, and Ford just spent 30 hours in the DSL.

I mean, you were in it.

Wouldn't 30 hours in that thing make you a little weird?

No, this is beyond weird.

I don't think either one of them is fit to command.

That's a serious charge, Lieutenant.

I know.

Everyone's on edge around here.

Yeah.

Hey, you better be careful with that thing.

Bridger got a pretty good sting putting that on.

What are all these holes?

Ventilation, maybe.

I don't know.

Come on, Deucalion.

Your penmanship sucks.

Deucalion?

The guy who inscribed the helmet.

In Greek mythology, Deucalion was like Noah.

He built an ark to survive the floods sent by Zeus.

Floods?

Rain?

That's it. That's the word.

What word?

The one I couldn't get past.

Here.

Some of these symbols are just letters,

and some of them are hieroglyphs,

a single symbol representing a whole word.

I was stuck on "rain."

So this passage reads,

"Five days of rain.

"If the stars return, I will mark my helmet to guide me home

”and curse the living flesh of the heathen

”who follows the path

”To rob our graves.”

Told you.

You didn't tell me there was a curse.

I just found out myself.

There's a map on the helmet.

Where? I don't see one.

But you just said

that he marked his way back to Atlantis on the helmet.

Yeah, but maybe he didn't have time.

Hey!

Miguel!

Executive Launch One has arrived.

Secretary McGath.

Lieutenant.

Where's Captain Bridger?

He's busy.

This is Frobe Ernst, UEO Antiquities.

This is Lieutenant James Brody.

Lieutenant. Hello.

We can't wait to see the artifacts.

Could you please excuse us?

Sir.

The Captain and Commander Ford are behaving erratically.

I believe we have a serious situation.

Let's get Frobe to the artifacts,

and then I'll talk with Nathan.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Hey, Ortiz, what do you got there, a Cuban kitchen knife?

I was just joking, man.

Ortiz!

You've gotta do something.

I can't relieve the Captain of duty.

Being obnoxious is not a medical disability.

I've never seen him like this before.

Well, it's a man thing.

Sometimes you men need to growl and make noise.

Can't you just read his mind? Make sure he's all right?

I read his mind.

Today's he's a gorilla, tomorrow he'll be a pussycat.

Whoa.

Put it down, Miguel.

General alert!

Sensor Chief Ortiz is armed and dangerous.

Security, capture and detain.

Explanation, Lieutenant?

Sir, Ortiz took the sword.

He's threatening crew with it.

I know that. I refer to your equivocating.

Mr. Ortiz, if you do not surrender,

you will be shot on sight.

You got that, Lieutenant?

Nathan.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Secretary.

Don't you think

a shoot-on-sight order might be a little severe?

Well, he attacked a security officer.

If he doesn't surrender, shoot him.

That goes way beyond gorilla, doesn't it?

Definitely beyond gorilla.

I need to see the artifacts.

Sir, you should relieve him of his command.

I'm not ready for the last order

on his service record to read,

"Relieved of duty by the Secretary General of the UEO."

Shouldn't you be dealing with Ortiz?

Yes, sir.

You could order Bridger down temporarily,

and it wouldn't become a part of his permanent record.

I don't have a reason.

You have suspicious behavior.

I need to see the helmet.

Lucas, will you show us to the ward room?

Yeah.

You have to decide what is best for your boat, Doctor.

Who is it?

Wendy Smith.

Go away, Doctor.

I can't do that, Commander.

Thanks.

I'm relieving myself of duty and requesting a psychiatric evaluation.

I suppose you have to sign off on that.

You don't need an evaluation.

I'm seeing ghosts.

Spirits.

More than one? No.

And one fire.

Well, the fire might be a traumatic experience from the spirit's life.

Don't assume you're going crazy.

Do you believe in the soul?

That the essence of who you are

can exist independent of your physical self?

Yes.

Then isn't it possible, if the soul is tormented by something unfinished,

that a part of it might cling to the physical world

until whatever's unfinished is resolved?

For 12,000 years?

Well, you can't put a clock on eternity.

Why am I the only one who sees it?

Maybe you're the only one that needs to.

I don't know.

What I do know is

that seaQuest needs you to be in control of your faculties.

Well, how can I be in control of my faculties

when I'm seeing things that nobody else sees?

I hear things no one else hears.

I live with it, I even use it.

If you accept a reality unique to yourself,

and you keep it in its place,

you can run seaQuest.

This is incredible.

A psychiatrist is telling me that it's okay to stay on duty,

as long as you keep your imaginary friend in his place.

I'm telling you we have bigger problems.

Bridger and Ortiz are lashing out at everyone.

How long before I start lashing out, Doctor?

It may be just a matter of time.

Whatever's affecting them is not affecting you.

They're consumed by their problems.

You're completely aware of yours, but you're dealing with it.

You have the capacity to run seaQuest.

Captain Bridger doesn't.

McGath is aboard.

Oh.

Oh, what?

I think you're afraid to lead.

I'm not afraid to lead.

Then do it.

Weapons, when was your last diagnostic?

Don't look at the screen.

You're supposed to know it.

Change places with Navigation.

But, sir, I...

But what?

Take Weapons.

This is a last-man bridge.

That means that the last man on the Bridge

should be able to captain the boat.

Well, Piccolo.

You take Communications.

Platform positions, one seat to the left.

Move.

Move!

Oh, now, come on.

What's it gonna be, seaman?

Is it gonna be the chair or the brig?

You see, the trouble with you people is that you operate solely

out of the tiny sphere of your own expertise

without any regard for the functions of the rest of the boat.

Well, this boat is a living, breathing organism,

and it stretches out a thousand feet behind us.

And how we inhabit that organism depends solely

on how you use your facilities to work all of its systems.

I gave you a direct order.

No, Tony, no.

Per UEO Naval Article Eighteen,

I am relieving you of command.

The hell you are! Grab him!

All right, come on, Captain.

Let's take him down to Med-Bay.

Come on.

Henderson, take the column.

Come on, Captain, take it easy.

Not now.

Get him in, watch his head.

There was nothing on the scan, was there?

There's nothing wrong with me.

No.

I've got a headache.

Apparently that's enough to humiliate me in front of my crew.

Calm down, Nathan.

Calm down?

And you stood there, watching.

And you, you were the knife, twisting, twisting.

You're not yourself.

Whose self am I?

His?

He's hallucinating.

All of this is going into my report.

All of you mutinous weasels are going into my report.

Now, you let me out of here, you hear me?

You let me out, you let me out!

Sorry, Nathan.

You don't know that this hieroglyph says rain.

For all you know, it says strudel.

You think this says, "Five days of strudel"?

I don't if it says five days rain or strudel.

Yes, you do.

I do not.

Why are denying it?

Gentlemen.

I want this helmet taken to an institute

where an objective academic researcher can examine it.

I'm objective.

You're trying to prove Atlantis existed.

That's not objective, that's foolish.

Frobe, is this helmet not authentic?

From Babylon or perhaps Greece, but not Atlantis.

That's where it says it's from.

You made it say that.

If I wanted, I could make it say it's from Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh or Babylon, how did it end up where we found it?

Yes. Where did you find it?

Captain Bridger secured those coordinates.

I want it off the ship.

Commander?

Mr. Secretary?

Professor Ernst,

you have a very impressive résumé,

but you've debunked every academic theory on the existence of Atlantis.

Last year, you had a scholar

who disagreed with you removed from school.

An Assistant Professor Obatu.

Now, isn't it just as biased to say things aren't

as to say they are if you don't have proof either way?

In academic research, things aren't till they are.

Who is this?

Why am I arguing with a child?

This is Lucas Wolenczak.

He's a member of the seaQuest science staff.

Oh.

What are your credentials?

Oh, magna cum laude,

Applied Science of Artificial Intelligence, Stanford.

Lucas.

Professor Obatu?

Yeah.

Born in Kenya, degrees in Mediterranean and Mid-eastern history.

Published several plausible theories on the existence of Atlantis.

One of which prompted his dismissal from Oxford.

Put it on the vid-screen.

The helmet stays.

Tim, stop what you're doing.

We've got to get Obatu on board.

Yes, sir.

Stop!

Come on!

Drop the sword, Miguel.

Professor Obatu.

Mr. Secretary.

Obatu.

Commander Jonathan Ford.

You have proof, don't you?

Yes.

These are the alphabets from Mayan to Phoenician...

Carthage.

They're a thousand years old,

totally different civilizations,

and yet they're so similar.

Now, how can that be?

They were taught to write by the same scholars.

Will you call up the globe?

Yeah.

Stop.

Mayans flourished in 1500 BC here.

Thousands of miles of forbidding ocean

separates them from the ancient Mediterranean cultures.

How could they share similar written languages

unless there was a land that brought them together?

Here, the continent of Atlantis.

Isn't that so, Dr. Ernst?

I'm Tim O'Neill.

That's Lucas Wolenczak.

And this is as far as I've gotten on the translation.

Excellent work.

Thank you.

My sword.

"Once Atlantis ruled the earth.

"Now she's gone.

"Food and water are gone.

”There is not enough cloth to protect my king, my father.

"I gave him my battlements for the next world.

"I will not live to pass them on."

I believe it was the custom

to pass the battlements of war from one generation to another.

When he thought he would die

and not have children to pass the helmet and sword to,

the warrior buried his father in it.

But he survived, had children,

but couldn't continue the ritual of the family legacy,

so it's tortured his spirit ever since.

Until now.

This is the land you found.

You shouldn't...

The journey is complete.

The story of Atlantis was passed down

through 500 generations of my family.

You should be careful with the helmet.

Our sensor chief and captain put it on and hurt themselves badly.

They both wore the helmet?

Yes.

Then they will very likely die.

Med-Bay, give me a status report on Bridger and Ortiz.

I need an E-vac, stat.

Ortiz is in coronary seizure.

Clear!

Bridge, all channels!

Scramble the nearest naval E-vac

for priority medical emergency.

O'Neill, take the column.

Hang in there, Miguel.

Hang in there.

I don't know if he'll last an hour.

Well, that's the best ETA on any E-vac.

How can that be?

We're right off the coast of North Carolina.

We're in the middle of the Atlantic.

I turned the boat around after relieving the Captain of duty.

What's wrong with them?

Well, they both wore the helmet.

I examined it.

What's there is the residue of mummification chemicals.

I mean, that has to be the cause,

but I can't identify any toxins.

Other than that, the helmet's pure gold.

In ancient cultures, a gold helmet would have had healing qualities.

It does.

It also has a curse.

O'Neill, was there anything written on the helmet

about breaking a curse?

No, but I haven't finished the translation yet.

Mag-Lev engaged.

Be seated to avoid injury.

I need to leave on the Secretary General's shuttle.

I'm Dr. Ernst.

It's an emergency and it's classified.

I'm security cleared and I need to leave.

Yes, sir.

Where's the helmet?

I didn't... I didn't take it.

Where is Ernst?

Come on.

We're ready, sir.

Loading Area B

must be cleared by 1800 hours.

Loading Area B must be cleared...

Security, take this man to the brig.

Security to Launch Bay.

Here.

Well?

I don't know.

Professor Obatu?

It's a cure we cannot have.

Why can't we have it?

"A pure heart passing through Atlantis

"and resisting its treasures will resist the curse."

What does that mean?

It means to survive

they have to go to Atlantis and defy the temptations to steal.

Oh, boy.

Well, they can't do that now, can they?

Atlantis doesn't exist anymore.

Only in my mind.

How does it exist in your mind?

Academic studies, family stories handed down through generations,

genetic imprint of my ancestors.

I have a very clear picture of Atlantis.

Show it to me. Pardon me?

Show it to me.

I'm telepathic. I can read minds.

I've never spoken to them before,

but maybe I can be a conduit for your vision.

Will they see they're being tested?

If they do, the curse won't be lifted.

Well, they'll only see what you choose them to see.

Ready?

Excuse me.

Who are you?

And why are you so happy?

I want to thank you for supporting my keeping this.

Well, it's your inheritance, isn't it?

Your ancestor's spirit waited a long time

for it to find its rightful home.

Yes. But my ancestral rights

don't mean much to the governments.

Well, one helmet, more or less,

isn't going to change the world.

What they really want to find is Atlantis.

I don't think my ancestor got around to carving the directions.

I'd like to speak to the professor alone, if I may.

Yes, sir.

Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine, thanks to you.

Okay, good.

My thanks to you, too, Doctor.

No.

Yes.

If only for a moment, I touched my homeland.

You did that for me.

Well, the journey was thanks enough.

Keep in touch.

Commander.

You are the warrior here.

I suspect your roots might run to Atlantis, too.

I can't.

You can.

Can you believe this?

No, I can't believe this.

How important is it for you to find Atlantis?

For me? In my heart, it's everything.

On the helmet,

is there any indication of season or location for Atlantis?

Well, yes.

I think it's the summer solstice.

See here, "The sash guides me on the longest day."

It may have just been the longest day of the journey.

I know where Atlantis is.

This is a celestial chart. I want you to have it.

Thank you.

I want you to have this, too.

A sailor uses a sextant to charter a course

by plotting the stars,

and your ancestor was a hell of a sailor.

There was something about the helmet that was bothering me,

and I didn't see it till I was lying down over there.

The hole, Professor, the heavens.

Constellations, stars,

as seen from some time around June, 10000 BC.

Now, the sash must be Orion's belt.

I figure if you learn to use that sexton,

you can follow your ancestors all the way home.

Hi, I'm Don Franklin,

and behind me is one of the ocean's most magnificent animals,

the Pseudorca, or the false killer whale.

Pseudorcas have sleek, black skin and long, torpedo-shaped bodies.

Their primary diet consists of large fish, like cod and tuna.

When fully grown, Pseudorcas average 18 feet in length,

and weigh nearly 3,000 pounds.

Flourishing in temperate waters worldwide,

their exact numbers are unknown.

With time, hopefully we'll know more

about these magnificent animals.

See you on the next adventure of seaQuest.