All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century S01E06 - The Plot to Kill a City (1)

We must discover what final
retribution the assassins

are planning against the Directorate.

Now.

We're gonna teach the
Earth people a lesson.

Entire hangar's going up in five minutes!

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.

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Hi.

Come here often?

Guess you do.

Rafael Argus.

I don't know you, do I?

Harper Five.

Three months ago, you
killed a man named Gleason.

Let me guess.

He was your, uh... Brother.

Right.

I knew it would be something like that.

Not good.

I think you're about to see the light.

Long?

That guy's hired to kill
people. You know, one wrong move,

I'd look like a grilled
cheese sandwich right now.

A grilled what?

Forget it.

Those customers will be
coming back any second.

Hurry up and take your clothes off.

You know what I mean.

Now, with any luck, they'll think Argus
is at me and split before the cops arrive.

Split.

Come on, woman.

Just what have the
probes found out, doctor?

I'm afraid they've
confirmed our worst suspicions.

Raphael Argus here was
about to become a member

of the League of Interstellar Mercenaries,

specializing in political assassinations.

One member of this legion of death,
the mercenary named Morgan Denebough,

was killed by
directorate personnel last month.

And the legion has a code
when it comes to such things.

Mm, I see.

Did any of his buddies
have it in for you in

the directorate
because you wasted him, huh?

Uh, if I understand you correctly, yes.

Fourth floor, ladies' clothing and
lingerie. Tweaky, what's lingerie?

These are highly skilled
professionals, not hired guys.

That's because your visual inputs
are face down on the floor, Tweaky.

Now pull yourself together.

Here, let me help you up.

Why is it the good die young?

Steady.

You all right?

Anyone hurt? Not this time. You
mean this has happened before?

It's just a gruesome game with them. They
want to fight us and keep us off balance.

Buck, if only you could help.

Yeah, Buck, what about it? Buck, I
realize you helped us capture Marcos,

and I appreciate it very much.

If you'd like to end it
there, then... Sure, I'll help.

And we all know that
Raphael Argus was about to be

initiated into the ranks
of the Legion of Death.

However, because he always operated
under a variety of names and appearances,

none of the other assassins has any
clear-cut idea of what he looks like,

which is fortunate for you, as
you'll be impersonating him.

Oh.

Now, their upcoming meeting on
Aldebaran II marks the first

time all these people have
gathered together in one place.

So we can only assume
that the subject of their

discussions is of staggering proportions,

and no doubt directly concerns us.

Now, these are the
people you'll be meeting.

Jolin Quince of Cygnus III.

It's a heavy-gravity
planet where humans have

developed telekinetic
abilities to survive.

Seton Kellogg of Rigel IV,

a brilliant scientist whose
strategies have engineered

the deaths of a dozen planetary leaders.

And Marcus Marsilca of Vega
12. He's a martial arts expert.

Rumor has it that he's had
his nerve endings partially

severed to reduce his
ability to feel pain.

And lastly... Very nice.

See if you think so after you meet
her. She calls herself Charisse,

planet of origin unknown.

She's an empath, almost telepathic in her
ability to pick up on people's emotions.

Their vibrations, as you would say. And
she's almost pathologically suspicious.

So you'll have to be on your
guard against her every moment.

Now, while you are memorizing the
data we've obtained for you on Argus,

Colonel Deering here will go on ahead of
you to Aldebaran II. No, wait a minute,

Doctor. Why do we both have to go?

Because we must discover
what final retribution the

assassins are planning
against the Directorate.

It's too important a
job for one person, Buck.

Considering the circumstances, the
odds are that one of you will not...

Succeed.

Hey, watch where you're going!

Well, aren't we a big one?

The apology?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, I didn't mean nothing.

It was my fault.

Sorry.

I rather thought you would be.

Hello, Quince.

Charisse, I was just thinking of
you. You look just as lovely as ever.

Cut the bull, Quince. Save it for
those vacuum heads you go out with.

I'm not impressed by
your mindless flattery.

Well, then I'll buy you a drink.

I never drink. Slows the reflexes.

Yes, of course.

Have you heard from the others?

Kellogg is on his way in from Tau Ceti,

and Argus was on Earth
the last time I heard.

All I know about Marcos is that he'll be
here... Somebody I know is in this room.

You know what I did?

You opened your mouth
and bored him to death?

Joella.

Joella Cameron. Joyce.

Excuse me a minute, will you?

Hey, you come back, Joella, or
I'll just go looking for you.

One more drink and that
clown won't be in any

condition to go looking for his left shoe.

Still hanging out with losers, huh, Jo?

Like that Beecham creep from Rigel?

I don't see him anymore. Oh, why?
Did he get tossed into detention?

Jo, you know Raphael Argus, don't you?

Do I?

Well, he's going to be in port tomorrow.

Now, I've never met him,
but from what I understand,

he'd be better company than that slime.

How about if I let you know when
he's coming in? How would that be?

Marvel.

And we've reprogrammed
the computer in Argus's

ship so that it responds to your voice.

And remember to try to use
those items on your belt sparingly.

These black light bombs are
still in the experimental stages.

They can only provide a covering
darkness for 30 seconds at most.

And one more thing.

We won't be able to give you much
help with the local authorities.

They're going to believe
that you are Rafael Argus.

You'll have to deal
with them as best you can.

Well, you certainly know how to make
a trip sound appealing, Dr. Hewer.

Well, good luck to you, Buck.

Thanks, Doc.

You're up, Doc.

I'm not dead yet.

Welcome home, Argus.

Hi.

How are you?

All fueled up and
ready to serve you, Rafe.

Oh, well, that's nice, but I've
got to be going pretty soon, so...

That's what I'm here for.

All systems engaged.

Reaching escape velocity,
artificial gravity engaged.

I don't know if I've ever
said this to you before or not,

but I think you are the sexiest
onboard computer I've ever known.

Why, thank you, honey. I'd like to
think so. Stargate coming up in 20 minutes.

Sorry to disturb you again, Rafe,

but I'm tracking a squadron of
starfighters on an intercept course with us.

Oh, no.

Police cruisers.

Message coming in.

M2453, you have been
identified as Rafael Argus of Altair 5.

Your ship will be towed by tractor
beam to the nearest space station.

Go to maximum velocity.

Now!

Go any faster without
rupturing the star drive.

All right, give me manual control.

Manual control? You never
wanted manual control before.

Well, I want it now. If I don't
perform some evasive maneuvers, we're sunk.

Now engage manual control.

Direct hit to our starboard force
shield, Rafe. Another one like that,

and we'll be completely
defenseless. If I might make a suggestion,

the pulsar cannons are
operational. Why not use them?

I can't fire on the police.

That doesn't quite compute, Rafe.

I know tractor beams, right?

I'm afraid so.

You don't have to be anywhere
real soon, do you, Rafe, honey?

As a matter of fact, I do.

3 to Altair 5 is leaving
from gate 20 in 15 minutes.

Mr. Kellogg.

Quince.

I don't believe you've
met my bodyguard, Varick.

Forgive him for not meeting you
face to face, but he doesn't have one.

You see, Quince, several generations ago,

the people of Varick's planet thought
they'd won a nuclear war. That, of course,

was before the
unfortunate effect radiation

has on genetic
materials manifested itself.

The deformities became worse
with time. Each generation.

He's a mutation. A human mutation.

My people were human. Yes, they were.

Once.

Varick, be a good man and
check the terminal for police.

Yes, of course.

A wretched creature, but not
without certain advantages.

He seems to alter his
molecular density. Precisely.

The effects of nuclear
radiation never cease to fascinate me.

Never.

No, Dr. Buck and I have not rendezvoused.

He hasn't arrived yet.

I checked with the spaceport.

We can only assume he was
intercepted on Route 12 Deberon.

You'd best go to our
alternate plan and make

contact with Quince as soon as possible.

Yes, Doctor.

If Quince doesn't know the
full details of their plan,

use your surveillance equipment.

But only if Quince doesn't know.

Kellogg probably has any number
of jamming devices on this person.

Your equipment will circumvent them, but
it will require a direct line of sight,

and that could be dangerous.

I understand.

Good luck, Colonel.

You're out.

Dr. Theopolis, it has become
obvious that the Legion has

some sort of operative
working here at the Directorate.

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps you
and Twiggy could begin an investigation.

An excellent idea, Dr. Hewer.

That will afford me an
opportunity to engage in what

Buck likes to call
old-fashioned deductive reasoning.

Tweaky, take me to the
personnel computers.

I want a vacation. Quiet, Tweaky.

Easy.

Look, I have a very important
meeting to attend. Couldn't we...

What are you looking at?

Nothing, my friend.

Nothing.

I merely wish to make your acquaintance.

Bernard Smith is my name.
My friends call me Barney.

Raphael Argus.

The Raphael Argus. Why,
this is an honor, my friend,

an honor to be sharing a cell
with so illustrious a figure.

Yes, I suppose it is.

However, there's no
need to share any cell if

I can get them to lower that force field.

You have a plan.

Let's just say I need an opportunity.

Well, follow my lead, my friend. Follow
my lead. Opportunity is about to knock.

Guards! Help! Get me out of here! Help!

Help! Guards! Help! Get me out of here!

Oh!

What's the matter with you? You fool!

Don't you recognize an
Argyron when you see one?

He tried to have psychic commune with me!

He's out of his mind. I never touched him.

Don't listen to him! He
wants my mind! You idiot!

Don't you know enough
to separate the species?

Get me out of here! All right, all right.

Colin, move this joker to another cell.

I got his gun. Come on, Barney.

Where do we go?

We'll discuss it later.

Oh, Ray, you're still alive. Well,

it won't be long if you
don't get us out of here fast.

Did they check your memory tapes
to find out where we're heading?

Uh-uh, Rafe.

And once we're through the Stargate,
we'll be beyond their jurisdiction.

Pure Denebian silk, isn't it?

Absolutely nothing attracts my
attention faster than pure Denebian silk.

Is that right?

You did want a drink, didn't you?

Yes, thank you.

That was an interesting trick.

Is it true what they
say about telekinetics?

And what's that?

Do you like it?

Oh, is that better?

Let me fix you something.

You know, I...

I was beginning to think
that this little trip to

Aldebaran was going to
be something of a bore.

Oh? So why did you come?

Well, you see, I have a meeting with
some friends. A little private business.

Now, what's a sweet
young thing like you doing

with a subspace transmitter in
a closet? What are you doing?

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha.

Feeling a little less
nosy now, Mr. Quince.

Now, tell me about those friends of yours.

Who called this meeting?

Oh, Kellogg.

Kellogg called it.

For what purpose?

Oh.

We're going to teach the
Earth people a lesson.

How?

What are your plans?

Oh, I don't know.

Kellogg's the strategist.

It's up to him.

Hey, look, why do you want
to talk so much when we...

Because I find you so
disgusting and so repugnant.

Now, one last question.

Where are you meeting to
discuss the details of this plan?

Solar collector.

Tomorrow?

The one in this hotel?

Yes.

Very good.

Now, I want you to close your eyes.

And when you wake up tomorrow morning,

I cannot believe we are
reaching a parting of the ways.

Don't go getting sentimental on
me, Barney. I mean, it was fun,

but nothing I want to
press into my scrapbook again.

Look, I have a marvelous idea.

What do you say to a liaison, a
partnership between you and I against a galaxy?

Why, with my brains and your more
brains, there's nothing we couldn't do.

Well, I work alone, Barney.

As do I, my friend. But I can't
help thinking what a terrific

team we made breaking
out of that space station.

Look, we'll discuss it later over dinner.

You know, you got
something there. I like that.

Listen, I've got some
stuff to pick up at customs.

I'll meet you at the
gate in 20 minutes, okay?

Excellent, my friend.

Government regulations
prohibit the transport

of subhumanoid life forms to Aldebaran.

For more information, contact the
Department of Alien Immigration.

Greetings, Mr. Argus.

I take it this means I've
passed. Indeed you have, Argus.

I haven't had this much fun
since we initiated Morgan Deneva.

Anyone who can hold his own against us
deserves to be considered one of us.

The Legion of Death.

I'm Kellogg.

Charisse and quits.

Our mysterious friend Marcus
has arranged for all of us

to meet inside the solar
energy collector at 1400 hours,

which time we shall discuss
the full scope of our plans.

Something I can do for you, Cherise?

You're just not what I
expected, that's all.

Disappointed?

Not yet.

By the way, there's an old friend of
yours waiting for you back at the hotel.

Joella Cameron.

Sound familiar?

Not particularly.

But then I meet a lot of women.

Well, this one very
definitely remembers you.

Emergency. All personnel evacuate
hangars three, four, and nine immediately.

What's happening? There's an
overload in one of the launch tubes.

The whole hangar system is misfiring.
It's got to be repaired. Well, if we can't,

this entire hangar is
going up in five minutes.

Dr. Theopolis? Here, Dr. Hewitt.

Fire control to launch tubes 7 and 12.
How are you progressing? We shall soon see.

That's it.

Sever the input rods.

Carefully.

We want a gradual loss of
power, not a complete break.

That could do more harm than good.

Can't we just phone this in?
Hiya, Tweaky. Now, one more rod.

Carefully.

There.

With the power bypass in effect, the
overload is effectively neutralized.

Excellent.

Thank you, Dr. Theopolis.

You were brilliant.

Of course.

You do realize, don't you, that
this near tragedy was no accident?

As soon as you feel up to it, Dr.
Theopolis, I'd like to see you in my office.

Hello, it's me.

I guess I arrived a little early.

I'll try you again at 1340 hours.

See you then, Ray.

Oh, just five minutes from now.

Perfect timing.

We meet Marcos at 1400 hours.

We really don't have time to socialize.

We can wait for Argus's
acquaintance to arrive.

I, for one, love to watch
reunions of old friends.

Varick, be useful and get
these people some drinks.

Oh, I'll get them.
Name your poison. Varick.

I'll do it. Mordia.

Yes, of course. Why do you
let him treat you like that?

I deserve my better.

Why would you say something like that?

My people were a proud race.

Too proud. It wasn't enough
that we had tamed our planet.

We built a great culture, reached out
into space. We had to have other worlds, too.

We abused our freedom, and so
we lost it, and deservedly so.

Your world wasn't the only one that
suffered through a Holocaust, you know?

Earth did its best to destroy itself, too.

No.

Earth was fortunate.

It didn't see its
children twisted and fallen.

Is that what you're afraid of?

What people will see behind that mask?

Black.

Black.

Get that.

Excuse me.

Well, Argus, that must
be your friend, Joella.

Hi.

Is Raphael here yet?

Joella.

It's been a while.

Look, I know we didn't part under the
best of terms, but give me a chance, will you?

You got a deal, Ray.

Charisse, you satisfied?

Good.

Shall we?

Remember, we're all to
meet Marcus in 10 minutes.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Buck, Buck Rogers.

You are taking an awfully
big chance, Buck Rogers.

Trying to fool Charisse and her
friends, that's risky enough.

But how do you know I
won't blow your cover?

You look like somebody I could trust.

I just look like somebody you could trust?

Boy, you must get hurt an awful lot.

Sometimes you get hurt
no matter what you do.

You can't let that
stop you trusting people.

Sure you can. I have to hear the
same old lines year after year,

asking you to trust and to care
for as long as they need you.

And then they leave you, and you're
alone in some godforsaken planet,

and you don't even know where
home is anymore. Sure you can.

Joella, everybody gets hurt.

But everybody doesn't hurt everybody.

I'll hold you to that, Buck Rogers.

Count on it. I'm gonna
go, but I'll be back.

Oh!

Where do I find you again?

Downstairs in the bar. I'll be around.

Yes, well, this is all very impressive.

Where are we?

The superstructure of the hotel's solar
energy collector. Which explains the heat,

of course, but then where's Marcos?
Marcos? You needn't worry about Marcos.

If Marcos is anything
at all, he's punctual.

I try.

Argus.

Good to see you again.

Argus.

You remember Varick,
Charisse, Quince, and he is Argus.

Argus. Rafael Argus. I've heard about you.

Same here. All of you
know why we are here.

Earth Defense Directorate
must be reminded that the

Legion of Death is a most
special group of people.

A group to be respected, to
be feared, to be left alone.

And they must be taught a lesson for the
murdering of our colleague Morgan Dennevar.

A lesson.

Yeah, less than the entire
planets you'll never forget.

I think we're all in agreement.

What did you have in mind?

The total destruction of the
Terran capital in New Chicago.

A challenging idea, Mr. Kellogg, but
that's a city of ten million people.

It would take a fusion bomb to
destroy a city of that size.

Not necessarily, Quince.
There are simpler ways of

annihilating ten
million people in one stroke.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

How do we keep from being caught? It's
all been carefully conceived, August.

My plan is the utilization of
each one of your particular talents.

Now to get down to the
logistics of the problem.

We're being observed.

Observed?

Are you sure?

Positive.

Where?

A fair, a woman, a dangerous woman.

Kill her now!

Kill her, now!

I'll get her. Take Marcus with you. I
work alone. Not when I'm in charge!

Kill her!

I'll take care of her.

Raphael Argus. I should have known.

You know her? Yeah, we met. I'll try
to make this as painless as possible.

Hello.

About the painless part, why
didn't somebody tell me that

those stun guns only work on
a person's nervous system?

This bozo doesn't even have
one. Did you hear Kellogg's plan?

Yeah, what little there was of it.

Buck, we can't go back
to Earth without knowing

how they're going to destroy New Chicago.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

What are we going to do
with our friend here?

Well, listen, this is
the ID to Argus' ship.

Take it and hide there with him
until I can join you, all right?

Oh, and listen.

If I'm not there by 1500 hours, you
leave without me, you understand? You hear?

Okay.

Hey.

Good luck.

All systems in flight hangar
five have returned to equilibrium.

Starfighter patrols are
double-shifting in hangars

three and seven until repairs can be made.

And you have no idea who
sabotages the launch tube?

There is no internal
evidence to suggest a culprit.

However, I have had the personnel
computers provide me with a list

of all directorate employees
with a ninth-level clearance,

anyone who would have had access
to the locations that were bombed.

How many employees would that be? 1,227.

I am, however, pursuing
other avenues of investigation

and expect to have a hypothesis soon.

Still no word from Colonel
Deering or Captain Rogers?

No.

No, Doctor.

Not yet. 99.

Welcome back, Argus.

Uh, I'm not Argus.

Who are you, and what
are you doing in here?

Well, I'm a friend of Argus,
and he told me to meet him here.

Rafe would never do
that without telling me.

Well, he didn't have time, and we've got
to get off this planet in 1,500 hours,

and if I don't get these
engines warmed up soon...

I do the warming up around here,
sweetie, and don't you forget it.

You were successful.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

What's that mean? Where's Marcus?

Dead.

The woman was a member of the
Earth's Defense Directorate.

She killed Marcus before I could kill her.

Damnable, you are.

First Deneva, now Marcus.

He'll pay for this.

They'll all... They'll all pay.

Sit down, Argus.

We were discussing
logistics of our mission, which,

as I was saying, our biggest problem is.

Keeping the Earth's entire
star fleet off our tail while

we make our escape after
we've destroyed New Chicago.

Yes, but if we can
destroy New Chicago and make

it seem as though it were an act of God,

no one will be looking for us
during our escape. Subsequently,

we We claim full
responsibility for the deed.

But to destroy a city that large, you
need an earthquake or a tidal wave.

Or an anti-matter explosion.

You're joking, of course.

Far from it.

New Chicago receives its power
from a contra-terrene generating

plant located in the
wasteland outside the city.

Contra-what?

Contra-terrene.

It's a reactor that uses matter
and antimatter to create energy.

And if someone were to
sabotage that reactor,

allowing the matter and
antimatter to mix uncontrollably.

And everything for 200 square
kilometers would be atomized instantly.

Very good, Kellogg.

I know a little about
uncontrolled reactions.

We can't know the after-effects of
such a large antimatter explosion.

The area could be
uninhabitable for centuries.

An interesting experimental
situation, wouldn't you say?

After all, it's...

Not our planet, is it?

So, when do we leave for Earth?

Unless anyone has a better
idea, I suggest we leave tonight.

Well, in that case, I have a
protracted goodbye to deliver to someone.

Joella, you got it.

Yes? What are you doing?

My sensors show contact
with their outer casings.

Just doing a little home repair, sweetie.

You little wimp.

Look, where are you?

Hi, I was wondering where you were.

Joelle, we have got to
get off-planet right now.

Wait a minute.

I don't have time to explain. Let's go.

Oh, Joe.

Still hanging out with losers, huh?

Uh, look, uh, can we talk this over?

I'm afraid not. I've heard of being
lying on your feet, but this is ridiculous.

Buck, don't you dare get yourself killed.

Don't you dare.

All right, Kellogg, what's the idea of
having Porky and Babydoll here kidnap us?

Argus!

Shut up.

We've been approached by
a local informant to...

Says he's selling some
information that might be very interesting.

I believe you've met him.

Barney. I hope you believe, my friend,

this would not have happened had I
not had a sudden reversal of fortune.

Get on with it.

I met Raphael Argus two
years ago on Sutter's World,

and I can tell you for
a fact, that ain't him.