All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century S01E07 - The Plot to Kill a City (2)

I say we kill him now
and get it over with.

Help me, Wilma. Distract him.
Buck, what's wrong? It's Quince.

He's frozen my controls.

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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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.

Greetings, Mr. August.

I take it this means I've passed.

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

I'm Keller. Charisse and Quits.

In barrack.

We're being observed. Keller, now!

Raphael Argus.

I should have known.

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, right?

The total destruction of the
Terran capital is Chicago.

To destroy a city that large, you need an
earthquake or an anti-matter explosion.

Barney.

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

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

You've got to be kidding.

Who are you going to believe,
someone you never met before today or...

Or someone we never met before yesterday.

And Joella.

You should have told us he was an
imposter when you had the chance.

Leave her out of this.

You are something.

We're not out of the woods yet.

We're going to split up.

I'll meet you in the main
terminal of the spaceport in 10 minutes.

We're just beyond the Stargate, Doctor.

I'm bringing Marcos back with me.

Good, good.

And Buck's all right.

Buck isn't with me.

What?

What happened?

He was supposed to meet me in 1,500
hours. I waited as long as I dared.

You mean he's still on Aldebaran?

Well, it's not as if I
wanted to leave him there.

No, no, no, of course not, of course not.

I'll explain everything
back on Earth. Deering out.

Now, whoever you are, whom do you
work for? The stellar authorities?

What's in that thing?

A chemical, that's all.

One that will act upon the
thalmic regions of your brain.

But don't worry.

While it will cause a great deal of
pain, it won't do any physical damage.

I like my Thalmic regions just
the way they are, thank you.

Who are you and what
did you do with Argus?

Wist.

Eren Wist.

Eren Wist.

You've heard of him?

Just stories.

An assassin, out of Alpha Centauri.

Strictly local.

Small time.

Not so small time I
didn't have all of you fooled.

The question is, why? I heard the
four of you were getting together.

I thought Argus might
be in on something big.

I wanted a cut.

I didn't think I'd end up avenging
one of your dead buddies for free.

And Argus?

He didn't object to you impersonating him?

Argus was in no
condition to object to anything.

Are you trying to tell us
you killed Raphael Argus?

I never said that.

You never heard me say that.

I say we kill him now
and get it over with.

Perhaps we should attempt to
validate Mr. Wist's story.

Barrack, bring my
transmitter case here, quickly.

And how do we validate his story?

I have this friend who happens to be a
cataloger at the Earth Defense Directorate.

Not only is he keeping Elias
Hewer busy with pyrotechnical

reminders that we do mean
to avenge Jennifer's death,

but he also has access to
the Director at StataBanks.

With any luck, we should have
positive identification within 30 minutes.

So, Mr. Whist, if that is your
name, you have nothing to worry about.

If not...

I think you're lying, Mr. Marcos.

Take him to the lab.

Have Dr. Nolan prepare the mind probes.

Hooking me up to one of your machines
isn't going to do you any good, Hewer.

Shortly, you and the rest of the
city are going to be blown to bits.

In case it hasn't dawned on you,
if and when the city is destroyed,

You'll be destroyed as well.

I pray he is lying.

Unless we find out exactly
how they plan to destroy

New Chicago, the best we can do is...

Step up general security.

Still no word from Buck?

No, none.

Since we lack concrete data, Dr. Hewer,

I suggest we analyze all
known factors and attempt

to develop a theory
concerning the assassin's plan.

Twiggy, please place me on the desk
So that Dr. Hewer and I can talk.

Here, let me help you, Twiggy.

He's still not accustomed
to subspace communication.

Maybe he's using the wrong channel.

We've kept all channels open
ever since you returned, Colonel.

He's probably dead.

He's Aaron Wist, all right.

I say we kill him anyhow.

Stand by, Mr. Harstein.

Now, let's consider his story.

He's here.

Impersonating Raphael Argus.
Argus is nowhere to be found.

Circumstantial evidence does
indicate that he indeed has killed Argus.

And anyone capable of eliminating the
legendary Raphael Argus is a formidable ally.

He's an arrogant fool, Kellogg.
Charisse, if arrogance were a capital crime,

we'd all be dead long ago.

I say he goes with us.

In my ship.

He goes in mine.

Wait a minute.

Don't I have anything to say about this?

He goes with Quince.

Mr. Harstein, thank you for relaying
the vidcopy. I have one more request.

We're about to leave for
Earth, but before we do,

I want to be absolutely
certain that Hewer suspects nothing.

That could be very dangerous.

That's what you were paid for, Harstein.

I expect you to get back to me
within 20 minutes. Kellogg out.

I suggest you three
head for the spaceport.

Our transportation
should be ready momentarily.

And I suggest that if Mr. Wist gives us
any trouble at all, we eliminate him.

Agreed?

Most definitely.

Dr. Huor, have you heard from Buck?

Well, not exactly.

But Dr. Theopolis was just
informed that information concerning

Aaron Wist has been extracted
from the central data bank.

Aaron Wist?

I don't understand.

Wist is a non-existent criminal,
invented by the defense directorate.

And Buck was instructed to use
Aaron Wist as a secondary cover.

In the event his primary
cover of Raphael Argus failed.

So the fact that someone was
trying to tap that information

means that someone's
trying to verify Buck's story.

And that Buck is still alive.

Dr. Hewer requests permission to
return to Aldebaran immediately.

Denied.

But, Doctor... No.

He must get out of this himself.

And your appearance could very
well place him in more jeopardy.

I understand.

West is actually an
agent, are you certain?

Positive.

His real name is Rogers, Buck Rogers.

And Ewer, he still has no idea
exactly how I plan to destroy New Chicago.

No, he doesn't.

Whatever it is you intend to do, it
sounds like it's safe for you to go ahead.

And if that's the case,
I'll be signing off now.

Got a shuttle to catch to New Phoenix.

I take it you've established the
credit account there, as we discussed?

Yes, yes, of course, Rusty.
You've earned your money.

Kellogg out.

Played for a fool.

Twice.

Flight 723 to Altair 5, now boarding at
gate 20. Wait a minute, you little worms.

Greetings, my dear.

Salutations, we meet again. You
turned us in for the money, didn't you?

I had no idea I would need such heavy
bribes to get through customs. I was bled dry.

Moreover, I discovered
that the credits with

which my friend Kellogg paid me
off were, shall we call, tainted.

Well, luckily enough, I was
able to pass them off on a

less discerning fellow for a
well-equipped starfighter,

which, even as we speak, is being
readied for flight in hangar bay number nine.

You little creep. There is a great, wide,

potentially lucrative
universe waiting out there

for an enterprising fellow such as myself.

And a universe, I might add,

which could prove equally lucrative to
an enterprising young woman. Tell me,

have you ever thought of leaving this
primitive mud bowl and entering civilization?

That's it!

Don't make a snap decision.

Take some time. Think
about it. Bike and wait.

Arriving passenger Dr. Adam
Strange from Alpha Centauri.

Please report to the reservations desk.

Flight 8.

There they are.

All right, come along, Varek.

Let's say goodbye to
Buck Rogers, shall we?

We'll pick up the ID plates and
wait for Kellogg at the ships.

Any idea what he has in
mind for us to do first?

What we are going to do
first is get rid of you.

Kellogg, we've been through this before.

He's an agent for the
Earth Defense Directorate.

I do the honors.

Put it away, my dear.

You may have what's left.

Alec, go in there and dispose of him.

They'll think that was you.

Why'd you do that?

This is why. This is who I am.

Children afraid to look
at their own reflections.

Children with a touch of death.

Children like myself.

Kellogg is condemning your
people to the same fate as mine.

There's no hope for my
world, but there is for Earth.

Stop them.

That's something you can do, isn't it?

No.

I have never belonged anywhere.

Except with Kellogg.

That's all I know.

That's all I can do.

That's why I'm freeing you.

Well, our ships must be
ready. Let's retrieve Mr.

Quince and be on our way to New Chicago.

Uh, hello, Dr. Bure.

Well, Hartstein.

You're, uh, making a rather
short day of it, aren't you?

I don't feel very well. I was
just on my way to the clinic.

Oh, I see.

You know, if Dr.
Theopolis hadn't already been

on to your extracurricular activities,

we might never have
known it was you who tapped

the data bank for
information on Aaron Wist.

What exactly does Kellogg
have in mind for New Chicago?

I don't know.

Take him to detention.

But I do know they're wise to
the agent you sent to Aldebaran.

Buck Rogers is a dead man,
Hewer, like all the rest of you.

A dead man.

All subspace calls require
two forms of identification

regardless of what party is billed.

Especially on this planet.

Look, I have got to
make that transmission.

There are thousands of
people who are in danger.

So go to the police if
it's that important.

Are you kidding? The authorities here
are almost as bad as the criminals.

Maybe so, but they do know
what to do with loiterers.

If you get my drift, sir.

Yeah, I get your drift.

Remind me to give you a call
the next time hell freezes over.

Oh, fuck!

Joelle?

Where have you been? I've
been looking all over for you.

Oh, I figured after what I did to
Quince, I'd better lay low for a little while.

By the way, thanks for what you did
back there. You could have been killed.

For the third time today,
incidentally, you know,

it seems like ever since I met you,

I've been making some very
powerful people very angry at me.

And you know something? I
haven't had this much fun in months.

You're out of your mind, you know that?

No more than you.

Thanks, Buck.

For what? I was getting you killed?

For letting me help you.

And for not casting me aside
after you were done with me.

Come on.

I've got to find a ship and get to
Earth as quickly as possible. Uh, look,

the place we're going
could be very, very dangerous.

So if at any time you want
me to drop you off... Uh-uh.

We've come this far
together, we'll go all the way.

Okay.

As a matter of fact, I think I
even know where we can find a ship.

Terrific, let's go.

Just how do we break
into this generating plant?

By using our combined abilities
under my direction, of course.

Not one of us could
accomplish this task alone. Really?

Quince, formidable as
your telekinesis can be,

You can only concentrate
on one thing at a time.

Inside the plant, there will be upwards
from 20 barriers at any given moment.

With my logistical skills, I can
analyze any security system within minutes.

You and Varick, with
your respective abilities,

can easily circumvent those
security devices between you.

And me?

You, sir, will help us with the final
key to our task, Mr. Richard Selvin.

Who?

We do need an energy
directorate employee to

help us gain initial entry to the plant.

Mr. Selvin is a respected
employee, an engineer, and a family man.

What makes you think he'll cooperate?

Show me one family man who
can afford to be a hero.

Take a look, my friend. Take
a long, good look. Tomorrow,

the picture will be different.

You like?

She's nice. I really
hate the idea of stealing

some poor Schleff's Starfighter, though.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.

Wait till you meet the owner.

As a matter of fact, there he is now.

Thank you. Flight 666 to
Baba's planet will be leaving

from gate 6 in 30 minutes. Hello, Barney.

Well, my friends, I am
happy to see that you have

managed to escape the
tendrils of disaster, as it were.

No, thanks to you.

You were more than happy to sell
me out for a few thousand credits.

Oh, my friend, I feel insulted. I mean,

do you think that I would sell
you out for a few thousand credits?

A few hundred thousand.

I see. And with that money, you've
bought yourself a very nice Starfighter.

Oh, it's beautiful, isn't it?
Really a real beauty. I mean, a steal,

if you'll pardon the expression.

Yeah, she is.

I'm looking forward to flying her.

Actually, it's cosmetic. The engines are
in terrible shape, terrible disrepair.

Nobody's... My friend, you are joking.

I mean, you're not going
to let a momentary lapse

of judgment on my part
affect your sensibilities.

Give me your ID plate, Barney.

Just who are you anyway?

I mean, who do you work for?

Barney, if I don't get to Earth,

a very sizable chunk of a planet I'm
very fond of is gonna be destroyed.

Thank you.

I mean, you could buy a new planet.

My friend, I'm talking heavy credits here.

Give me your I.D. plate, Barney.

There's logins this year now.

How do you propose I get
off this celestial mud bowl?

A word of advice, Blarney.

Learn to like mud.

Get better.

Enough, Matt, enough. I'm tired.

Go over and play with your
sister Katrina and let me rest.

That's a fine,
healthy-looking boy you have there.

His name is Mateo, isn't it?

He was named after your wife's father.

Your wife being Therese, of course.

And the little girl playing
next to our friends there.

That must be Katrina.

What is this?

Who are you?

You have something we
want. But I have no money.

I'm not rich. I'm just an engineer.

It's not money we want, Mr. Selvin.

You have access to the
contra-terrene generating plant.

We want into that plant.

It's just that simple.

You're smugglers. That's it.

You're trying to steal
some sort of hardware.

Something like that.

But that place is a fortress.

I'll never be able to get you
past all the security devices.

Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Sullivan.

We don't expect you to.

You're a key, nothing more.

Just get us inside, and we'll do the rest.

No, I won't do it. It would
mean my job. I won't do it!

That's very noble, Mr. Selvam.

Your job.

Are you as brave when it comes
to the lives of your family?

Why are you wearing that mask?

It's sort of a game. Do you like magic?

Drop them in my hand.

Take them back, and do it again.

Oh, do it again! Do it again!

Okay, I'll get you in.

But just don't harm my family.

Don't harm my family.

Don't worry, Mr. Selby.

You do your job, and they'll be fine.

We may be smugglers, but we do
know the value of a contract.

I can't imagine life on my planet.

Children afraid to look
at their own reflections.

Children with a touch of death.

Children like myself.

Buck, you OK?

Boy, do I hate to go through those things.

Earth Directorate, this is
Buck Rogers. Do you read?

Yes. Buck, where are you?

About 40 minutes from Earth. The
assassins are on their way to Earth now.

Kellogg's plan is to sabotage
a reactor outside New Chicago.

That's impossible.

The security around that
reactor is impregnable.

Doc, do you really think anything
is impregnable to these people?

You're right, of course.

Very well.

I'll lead a ground squad
to the reactor myself.

Colonel Deering will meet you on
the flight deck when you arrive.

You're out.

You're taking me to a city that may
be wiped off the map at any minute?

I told you it might be dangerous.

You have a real gift for understatement.

Why do all the
good-looking ones have to be crazy?

The land is only a few kilometers away.

The land behind the rock
formations at its northern perimeter.

It won't be long now. Clever, very
clever. Even the identifying sensors are hidden.

But you know where they
are, do you not, Mr. Selby?

But why not send Varick in ahead and
let him open the doors from the inside?

It doesn't work that way, Quince. The
portal can only be opened from the outside,

not without the correct identity code.

Mr. Selvan here is our only key.

This is insane.

There are literally dozens of security
baffles inside of this plant, and besides,

you'll never make it beyond
the maintenance androids.

After we enter, the sensors will
pick up five heartbeats, not just one.

An alarm will go off, so be prepared.

If you will, the settlement.

Good, as you can see.

Shall we continue?

Look!

Wilma.

You're all right. Oh.

Yeah, I was caught between a rock and a
hard place there for a while, but I'm OK.

Well, I don't understand you, but it
feels good not understanding you again.

Oh, uh, Joella, Wilma, Wilma, Joella.

Hi. Hi.

How are we doing?

Fine. Dr. Hewer's on his
way with the ground forces,

and I've got three star
fighters fueled up and ready to go.

Terrific.

Joella, I'm going to
leave you in two of the

most capable hands in all of New Chicago.

Theo, Tweaky, this is Joella.

They will introduce you to
sights you never dreamed existed.

I thought you'd feel that way.

Let's go. What a fox.

I'll drop you off.

That is a neutronium vault door.

You will never be able to make it past it.

Now, one more step and we
activate the defense laser.

If the sensor web picks up
any changes in air density,

the sensor switches on that far wall.

Varick will turn it off.

Don't you hear me? Put that grotesque
body of yours to some use and turn it off.

It's done.

We're not handing out medals, Varick.

If I'm not mistaken,
this should be the final

obstacle. Is that correct, Mr. Seligman?

I wouldn't know.

Of course you would.

One of these buttons gives us direct
access to the main control room. The other,

should we press, it
releases a potent nerve

gas that will paralyze
all of us instantly, yes?

So you see, Mr. Selvin, it's up
to you. Choose the wrong button,

and I'm afraid our associate in New
Chicago will have to eliminate your family.

Despite his growing
fondness for your lovely wife.

He's lying.

Thank you, Mr. Selvin.

You did exactly as I expected.

Took a chance that we
couldn't notify our associate

before the nerve gas took effect.

For whatever it's worth,
you would have been right.

Dr. Theopolis says that the energy
director has been receiving automated

distress signals from the
contra-terrene plant for over 20 minutes now.

How far are Dr. Hewitt and
his people from the plant?

He should be closing
in in about 10 minutes.

Have the people at the plant been alerted?

Well, there are no people at the plant,

only a few maintenance
androids that also double as guards.

The plant's major
operations are remotely controlled

by technicians at the energy directorate.

Almost everything else is computerized.

And this must be the vacuum
chamber. Correct, Quince.

The antimatter is held
in an electromagnetic

bottle, which, of
course, is invisible to us.

What are you doing?

If you keep that up, the
magnetic bottles containing

the antimatter will start to erode.

Mr. Selvin, I know exactly what I'm doing.

I've done a great deal of
research on contra-terrain reactors.

It has always been a pet conceptual.

But if the bottles erode,

the antimatter will start
leaking into the atmosphere and

everything within 200 square
kilometers will be destroyed.

Mr. Selvin, I'm afraid we
misled you about our motivations.

You can hardly blame us, Mr. Salvin.

If you knew we were gonna wipe out
the city in which your family lives,

you wouldn't have cooperated.

You murdering liar!

No one ever strikes me.

You do know you have to
die or kill him back.

You heard me? Dispose of him, now!

No.

You dare say no to me?

I will not kill him.

I will not allow you to
destroy this city. You won't alive.

Something I thought I'd never have to use.

Now, if you would be so
kind as to use that on this...

Alert.

This is a Code 5 emergency.

In five minutes, the chain
reaction shall begin. Lusso.

Until we meet again on
Supper's World 36 hours from

now to claim credit for
this legion of death.

Terminal reaction will
occur in five minutes.

All maintenance androids, report
to the vacuum chamber immediately.

Erosion has begun in the
antimatter containment vessels. Alert.

They've destroyed the guard androids.
This is Hewer. I've just arrived at the plant.

We're only 30 seconds
from joining you, Doctor.

Unfortunately, it looks as though
the assassins have already been here.

Maybe they're still inside.

Not anymore.

Dr. Huard, the
assassins are trying to escape.

We're going after them, gearing out.

Three minutes, 30
seconds. How bad is the damage?

Magnetic bottles eroding.

You have to get them back to full
strength before chain reaction. Good.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm trying to stop it.

Good Lord, they've destroyed the controls.

The only possible way I can repair the
damage is to go inside the vacuum chamber.

You can't be serious.

These containers are eroding.

There's probably stray atoms of
antimatter floating around in there.

One step inside and you could be
annihilated before you made a single move.

Sir, we have no other choice.

What about the maintenance androids?

Kellogg destroyed them.

Someone has to go in there.

I'll go.

I don't want to mislead you.

I know what you can do, but even you
may not be able to survive in there.

Just tell me what to do.

Two minutes, 30 seconds
to terminal reaction.

What's shakin', Porgy?

You still alive?

I sure am.

One minute, 45 seconds to
terminal reaction. One minute,

30 seconds to terminal reaction.

Oops.

Buck, what's wrong?

It's Quince. He's frozen my controls.

Help me, Wilma. Distract him.

Break his concentration.

Romy, you all right?

Fine. Thanks, Buck.

Thank you.

Dynamite, Lieutenant Murphy.

Lieutenant Murphy, tow what's
left of our friends back to Earth.

Buck, let's head down to the plant.

I'm with you. 60 seconds.

You're so helpless.

He'll be fine if he just
remembers the correct sequence.

45 seconds to terminal reaction.

Dr. Heuer, what's happening?

That man in there is trying to
repair the damage the assassins did.

30 seconds to terminal reaction. Very.

He's restoring the magnetic
bottles they almost destroyed.

He's taking an awfully big chance, though.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Twelve.

Eleven.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

He's done it.

Code 5 emergency is no longer in effect.

The bottles are back to full strength.

Varig, you did it.

What's happened to him?

A few last atoms of
antimatter must have escaped.

He was annihilated instantly.

I wonder if he even knew he saved us.

Baring!

We thought you'd been killed.

First atom of antimatter struck me.

Talk down to the floor. As you can
see, I'm not entirely undamaged.

Let's get you to the directorate clinic.

Beric, you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

No, you're not.

Let us help you.

Buck, what was it you
said this liquid is again?

Wine.

Burgundy, to be exact.

I filtered some fruit that looked
like grapes from the hydroponics lab,

squeezed it into juice, had
Theo hit it with a little

delta radiation to speed up the
fermentation process, and, uh...

Well, here we go.

That's not bad.

So, Theo, any luck tracing down Cherise?

None, I'm afraid, Buck.

She's probably halfway to Arcturus by now.

What do you think Varric
will do now without Kellogg?

He's asking to take him back to his
own planet, or what's left of it.

I can understand that.

It's the only home he's known.

You're going to take him back, then? It's
the least I can do for a fellow survivor.

Oh, Joella Twiggy, come on in.
Well, what'd you think of him?

He is everything you said he'd be, Buck.

Ha ha ha!

What's so funny?

He is, didn't you hear?

Did you wake him really now?

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