All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century S02E03 - Journey to Oasis (1) (1)

Since I'm to be escorted to
the conference by humans,

I would like to minimize any obvious
differences in appearance between us.

They tend to pounce on such things.

Then my priorities seem to be a
bit out of order, don't they?

The decision whether
or not a disastrous war

is to be declared may well rest with me.

Here I am concerned
about meeting a few humans.

That's very understandable, Lord DeVoe.

Thank you, Rolla. But they will
be under greater pressure than I.

I hope they realize that if anything
prevents me from attending that conference,

the consequences for them will be
devastating. As indeed they should be, sir.

I think I will forego the
rest of the decorations, Rola.

They might seem a bit pretentious.

And I believe I will wear the cape.

A very wise choice, sir.

Have you ever encountered humans, Rola?

Yes, sir. I saw three of them once.

At a distance. They look
remarkably like Zuccarians to me.

Yes, they do.

But with a fundamental
difference. They're one entity.

I had that strongly
impressed on me when I was a cadet.

We were shown a holographic
recording of human reaction

to our simple act of
separating head and body.

They were repulsed by it.

Then they know how we differ from them.

No.

I don't think so.

Not anymore.

One can only speculate on
the truth of that, of course.

Our contacts with the outside
worlds have been limited for decades.

But it does seem a reasonable
suspicion based on the fact that

the incident I described was
recorded long before I came to be.

To my knowledge, there
are no humans alive today

who are aware of our duo entity symbiosis.

Still, sir.

You have every right to be concerned.

Earthlings are very
treacherous. They've proven

that time and again. Not all, Roland.

Not all.

There was one earthling, so
captivating, so warm and unaffected,

And I think the most
beautiful woman that I've ever seen.

A woman?

We were young and alone among strangers.

She was little more than a child.

I was deeply moved by her.

You, sir?

A Sicarian noble affected
by an earthling female?

Strange, I realize.

But true, nevertheless.

Have you seen her since then, sir?

No.

But perhaps I shall, and soon.

I've been told she's aboard the searcher.

We're approaching the Earthship
that carried your escort, Lord DeVoe.

Very well.

Well, ruler, do I pass inspection?

I've never seen you look better, sir.

The Earthling should be
honored by your presence.

Especially, sir.

I'm sure the lady will be pleased.

In the year 1987, NASA launched the
last of America's deep space probes.

Aboard this compact starship, a lone
astronaut, Captain William Buck Rogers,

was to experience cosmic
forces beyond all comprehension.

In a freak mishap, his
life support systems were

frozen by temperatures beyond imagination.

Ranger 3 was blown out
of its planned trajectory

into an orbit 1,000 times more vast,

an orbit which was to return Buck
Rogers to Earth 500 years later.

I would like to oblige you, Doctor, but
this mission is entirely too sensitive. Oh,

dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

How do I make you understand? You see,

a visit to Planet R4 as a scientific
opportunity may never occur again.

I implore you. Well,
I'll give it some thought,

but now that's all I
can promise you, Doctor.

I don't want this to
sound like a stupid question,

but does anyone know how you address as
I carry an envoy? Hmm, you got me there.

Admiral, Wilma, what about you?

Um, what?

Something on your mind? You
seem a little preoccupied today.

Am I?

I'm sorry.

Well, uh, Crichton, what about
you? Anything on the Zykarians?

Zykarians are quite human in
appearance and very secretive.

And... And...

This is my fault, I'm afraid, my fault.

I take full
responsibility for Crichton's failure.

I assure you the minute we get
back from the peace conference,

I'll take care of this shortcoming in
his memory banks. Very well, good fellow.

Just see that you... get back.

I wasn't aware that we'd
established you were going. Oh my,

I hope you're not going to
change your mind. You know,

I've always admired your extraordinary
ability to make decisions and stand by them.

Yes, sir.

Well, I have always found
that indecisiveness was a

dangerous flaw in an
officer. He's here. Stand by.

I think just a plain Mr.
Ambassador will have to do.

Have you no shame, Dr. Goodfellow?

It's confusing our admiral like that.

I know it was naughty of me, but
Planet R4 is so out of the way,

I thought I might
never get another chance.

What have you got on
Planet R for, Crichton?

I'm glad you asked, Colonel. Up to now,

this whole thing has been
rather humiliating for me.

If you will observe the master screen...

Hark!

I thought you'd gone off on patrol.

I had intended to, but the
Admiral's had a sudden change of heart.

It appears that Dr.
Goodfellow is now going with you.

That's right.

I am to go along and try
to keep him out of trouble.

Oh, yes, well, you're
just in time, Hawk, my boy.

Crichton is about to
brief us on planet R4.

I have been waiting for some time.

Oh, do get on with it,
Crichton. For heaven's sake,

it really can be irritating at times.

Very well, Doctor. You will
note that the only civilized

place on the planet is the city of Oasis.

It exists exclusively as a neutral
meeting place to negotiate galactic disputes.

This is typical R4 terrain. Before OASIS,

the only use of this planet was as a
depository for failed genetic experiments,

going back thousands of years.

One could say R4 is a kind of
genetic garbage dump of the Cygnus system.

I just assume one didn't say it.

Sounds absolutely fascinating. Oh,
I'd better go and pack. Get ready.

There'll surely be survivors.

Imagine the capacities
they might have developed.

Come along, Peaky. Come along. Come along.

Danger!

Ambassador DeVoe, this is Captain
Rogers, commander of your escort team.

And team members Hawk and
Colonel Wilmer Deering.

Ambassador.

I prayed that I would find you here.

Did you know it would be odd?

I wasn't sure, but I hoped it would.

It's Colonel Dearing now, I believe.

Yes.

May I have my hand back, Ambassador?

Seeing you again has
overwhelmed me, I'm afraid.

I believe the Admiral has
already introduced our team commander.

Mr. Ambassador?

And this is Hawk.

Well, shall we get underway?

After you, Mr. Ambassador.

Colonel Dearing?

Quite a surprise, Wilma
knowing the Ambassador.

Yes, wasn't it?

I have never before seen so regal a
personage as the Zykarian Ambassador.

Why, oh why, must we stumble
along with so little evidence of

the kind of breeding and
refinement he so clearly represents?

It's uncanny.

I know you're older.

You should have changed.

But you haven't.

Except to become more beautiful.

You've changed.

Yeah?

You're, uh, more imposing, I think.

The ambassador and I met at a
planetary conference seven years ago.

I was a junior lieutenant
attached to the council's office.

Lord Duvaux was kind enough to
make things less difficult for me.

You were the one who was kind.

Even allowing me to
escort you to the Grand Ball.

I was the envy of every delegate there.

What a lovely coincidence. Do you
realize, considering the size of the universe,

it's almost miraculous that the two
of you would meet by chance not once,

but twice in seven years?

I believe we thought about it.

And your miracle, if I may say so,

seems to have generously
included a bit of good fortune for me.

What good fortune is that, Doctor?

Well, you see, Mr. Ambassador, I'm
greatly interested in unusual life forms,

and this trip affords me a
unique opportunity to be Close to

and observe who knows what
strange evolutionary convolutions.

Reference point A.

Mark.

Oasis must be just below the horizon.

Some terrain, isn't it?

I doubt if horned toads and
sidewinders could make it down there.

Buck, look.

The instruments show overload.

Looks like St. Elmo's fire.

It doesn't act like it.

Buck, what is it?

I don't know, but every circle we've got
is jammed. Are we in danger of crashing,

Captain? Hopefully we can call in a
forced landing, Ambassador. Buck,

it's gonna take both of
us to hold her steady.

Right.

My word, I think we've flown into a
magnetic storm. Try for that clear area. Right.

Crash positions, we're gonna ditch.

You all right?

All good here.

Anybody hurt back there? I don't
think so. You all right, my darling?

Yes, I'm all right. What about you,
Mr. Ambassador? Fine, that's all.

I guess we're all right,
a bit shaken up is all.

You two deserve a
medal for that, don't you?

Captain, I would like an
explanation for this forced landing.

It is obvious, Mr. Ambassador.

Certain unknown elements are
the cause of this situation.

Indeed, but aren't
allowances made for such unknown

equations when one
captains a craft such as this?

No, no, no, no, no. There's
misunderstanding there, Mr.

Ambassador, I'm perhaps more
familiar with unpredictable

radiation clouds than you are.

I do assure you they do
exist on this planet.

I was thinking that the delegates at
Oasis, not to mention the crew of my own ship,

will be acutely concerned about the delay.

Mr. Ambassador, we have other
priorities to worry about right now.

Check the backups.

Nothing.

The ship is dead. Call Oasis and
notify them of our situation at once.

Communications are out as well.

The energy core is gone. It's useless.

Surely you must have some
recourse for such exigencies.

Without energy, no. The
radiation in that cloud

must have wiped this entire ship out.

I can't believe...
Regardless of what you believe,

all instrumentation and
power on this ship are dead.

Oh, dear, what's happening?

The ship's listing. Abandon ship!

We must be on a ledge of some kind.

Oh, no!

Oh, my goodness! Look at that!

If that ship disappears
entirely from sight, we...

We've got additional
problems. Trouble? In what way?

The sensors on board the searcher won't
be able to tell that we've been grounded,

even if this radiation cloud disperses.

Surely the searcher will
send out a rescue ship

the moment they're aware
we've lost contact, won't they?

They can't. Why not? The
only atmospheric craft

on board the searcher are its fighters.

And the first fighter to enter
Oasis airspace during the course

of a peace conference would
be blasted out of the sky.

Rather a strange way to
promote peace, I'd say.

Not necessary, Doctor.

There are many warmongers and
hotheads on both sides of the conflict.

Let's move it out.

One moment, Captain.

How can you be so certain that this is
the best direction to take to Oasis?

Because it was in range
before the radiation cloud hit us.

The city lies that way.

I suggest we do a bit of
scouting about and from higher ground

before we decide which
route is the best one to take.

Ambassador, I'm the
commander of this mission,

and I don't intend to waste
precious time debating direction,

sending out search
parties, or anything else.

I will use my judgment to decide
which is the best route for us to take.

Indeed.

Suppose I decide to strike out on my own.

I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

You see, it's my job to get
you to that conference alive,

and that's exactly what I'm
going to do, whatever it takes.

Now, Michelle, will you start?

Still no word on the shuttlecraft.

We know it flew into a magnetic cloud
that blacked out all communications.

But no idea what
happened behind that cloud.

What I find strange, Admiral,

is their insistence that the ship
itself cannot be traced on their scanner.

What about our scanners?

Activated, Admiral.

But the Earth ship may have
had anti-scanning devices,

which gave us a negative reading.

You are suggesting that the
Earthlings have abducted our ambassador.

I did not say that, sir.

I'm only suggesting that
the possibility does exist.

Still no sign of them. Nothing on
the scanners, nothing on audio.

Even if they crashed, they should have
been able to get some kind of signal to us.

The available data, which is minimal,

indicates a disturbance characterized
by charged particles of unknown origin.

Possibly related to the presence of
a double star in the same quadrant.

Buck?

What have you got? Footprints.

Specially made. Oh, dear.

Then the creature may be
within range of our voices.

Good heavens, there's
laughter. There's definitely laughter.

We must try to induce the
creature to show itself.

Perhaps if we laugh
back. What do you think?

Sorry, Doctor.

What?

We just don't have the time.

You're gonna have to curb your
curiosity until we get back to Oasis.

I don't suppose you'd consider
leaving me here to investigate, would you?

You could come back for me later. No!

Let's move out.

Well, it was just a thought.

Is the captain always so peremptory?

No, you don't know Dr. Goodfellow.

Once his scientific
interest is aroused, why,

it takes drastic
measures to get his attention.

Hardly seems to excuse Captain
Rogers' dictatorial attitude.

Dictatorial?

No, you don't understand, Buck.

He'd give his life for any one of us.

You call him Buck?

Of course, he's a friend.

A close friend.

You, um... You used to call me Aram.

You remember?

I haven't forgotten Aram.

Good heavens, good
heavens, did you hear that?

I say, I say, won't
you please come forward?

We promise no harm will befall you.

Beware, Ezra Houghton.

It speaks. It speaks. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't go.

I implore you. Ezra Houghton?

Never heard of it. Hard to be aware of
something when we don't know what it is.

Hawk, why don't you take
a look in those rocks?

Right.

Captain.

Is it possible that the man in command
of the searcher has ulterior motives?

Is planning all this? Ambassador, you
certainly are a man of high suspicions.

My question is not
without purpose. Admiral Zeit,

in command of the vessel
which brought me here,

is a man of very high
suspicions, as you put it.

He also has a great many
weapons at his disposal.

I get the message.

If we don't get you to
Oasis by the deadline,

there may not be a
searcher for us to return to.

I thought it worth mentioning.

You see something?

The laughing one is quite elusive.

Let's be on our way, then.

Doctor. Yes, yes. This
way. Yes, I know, I know.

It's very kind of you. And I
can see, thank you very much.

I can see, Hawk. Why do you have to treat
me like a lunatic all the time? I mean,

I do know something about my
business. Now, Doctor, we mustn't complain.

I know you're doing your
duty, but no complaints.

No complaints.

All right, come on, let's go.

Admiral Asimov, Admiral Zeit
requesting visual communication.

Have you reestablished
communication with your shuttlecraft?

Unfortunately, I have not.

I see.

We have a problem, Asimov.

I'd like to discuss it face to
face right away. The airlock?

At your service, Admiral.

Fine.

In two minutes.

Strange request.

Conferring in an airlock.

Not strange at all.

He wants neutral territory.

At this point, neither of us has
enough trust to board the other ship.

Come along.

We are extremely concerned for the
safety of our ambassador, Admiral.

Just what measures have you
taken to reestablish contact?

I assure you, everything
possible has been done. Everything?

Mr. Crichton, explain our
findings to Admiral Zite.

Admiral Zite, I have
conducted a meticulous

analysis of all available data concerning

the shuttle's disappearance and made a
precise extrapolation from the results.

My conclusion is that the frequency and
amplitude of ambient energy in that magnetic

cloud was sufficient to burn out
every electrical circuit in the shuttle,

including, of course,
all communication devices.

I appreciate your explanation
for the lack of communication.

But it does not explain why
sensors cannot locate exactly

where your shuttlecraft
is at this very moment.

I am afraid I have no explanation.

Which opens up the distinct possibility of

underhandedness on the part of Earthlings.

Meaning?

Meaning, I find this situation
intolerable, and the longer it continues,

the more intolerable I'm going to find it.

I suggest you locate our
ambassador Duval before

I am obliged to take punitive action.

I'm all right, thank you.

You used to like to take
my arm when we walked.

Seven years ago, when we parted...

Did you know that I was
very much in love with you?

Yes, I knew. And I was madly and
hopelessly infatuated with you.

You were the most brilliant and
fascinating man I'd ever met.

Nothing else had meaning for me then.

Not the service, not my career, only you.

I would willingly have
given up all the rest.

I couldn't let you do that.

You had to become who you are.

Do you realize yours
could be the one voice

in the galaxy that could keep us from war?

Perhaps.

Someone has said the seats of
power can be lonely places.

I can't tell you how happy I am
right at this moment with you,

even here in this god-forsaken desert.

We'll rest over there.

Buck?

More footprints? These are
different from the others.

Take a look.

Beware of Sir Horton!
Beware of Sir Horton!

Ah, oh, there you are.

Well, well, oh, he's your friend, eh?

Now then, don't let's have any
hostilities. Just excuse me a minute, will you?

Why don't we have a nice little chat?
Just the three of us. Oh! Oh, oh, my word!

The doctor?

Who else?

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Oh! No, no, no. Don't go. Don't go.

Don't leave me alone. Please, please,
please. Don't go. Don't leave me alone.

Oh, my word. Oh, dear, oh, dear. Oh,
what's happening here? Oh, dear, oh, dear.

You must keep shouting. Say something.

Over here, dear boy. Over here.

Dr. Goodfellow, keep shouting.

I'm over here. Doctor?

I'm here.

Doctor, keep shouting so we can find you.

I'm here, in a pit of salt.

Where are you, Doctor? Are you in
there? Yes, I am indeed, my boy.

I'm in a trap of salt.

I'll look her up.

Doctor, are you all right?

Not hurt at all, my dear girl.

A little surprised for a
bit, but I'm fine now.

I will try to look for
that laughing one again.

Dr. Goodfellow, how'd this rock get here?

Some creatures placed it
there. I tried to reason with them.

I explained I meant no harm. But they
seemed intent on violence, so it seemed.

They're so stupid, these humans.
Imagine getting caught by an Atavar.

I am ODX, the Invincible! Release me!

Not a toy of talk, little one.

Let me down!

Here, this may help.

Let me down, you
overgrown chicken! Let me down!

This is ODX.

The Invincible.

Invincible?

Doesn't seem like much of a threat to me.

Hasty judgment, human.

It is the voice of the
laughing one. Nice trick.

No trick, Earthman.

ODX can be a powerful foe. If
he wishes, I will demonstrate.

Be my guest.

Rise! Rise, Stone!

It's good to see the light again! Steady!

I'm not finished.

I don't believe it. I
always finish what I start.

I say, what a marvelous sensation.

Well, Captain, what do you think?

I'm going to hand it to you. Pretty good.

Pretty good? Pretty good
would have never kept me alive

on this planet of
egregious misfits and scoundrels.

How long have you lived here, little one?

About 400 years. You mean you've
actually been here for four centuries?

You question the word of ODX?

Oh, no, no, no, no, don't
misunderstand me. Quite the contrary.

ODX must stand for
Ocular Dynamics Experiment,

the first shipment sent here from Saturn.

But how could the geneticists have
discarded such a revolutionary development?

Questions, questions,
twiddle, twaddle, and hyperbole.

Are you not going to thank me for
releasing you from the pit of the Ativars?

Oh, yes, I forgot. I'm sorry. I thank
you. I thank you very much, in fact.

Who are the Ativars?

The Ativars are a
rapacious lot. They are also

the masters of Ezra
Houghton. Ezra Houghton?

Ezra Horton is guardian of
the lair of the Atavars,

the vile rabble who live beneath
the sand in the bowels of the planet,

surfacing to plunder and kill,

and then celebrate their
evil with odious savage ritual,

and place the heads of their
enemies on poles and worship them.

They can't catch me.
I'm too clever for them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was an accident, Birdman. I seem
to slip more often as I grow older.

ODX, we can make no demands on you,

but it would please us
very much if you could tell

us if we're taking the
shortest route to Oasis.

Of course it's the shortest route,
but you will never get there. Why not?

Because the sands of
the desert become quick.

That is why not.

A riddle.

Quick sand in the way?

Exactly.

There is only one
traversable route to Oasis from here.

You must pass through the Dreadful Cave
of the Winds, the home of the Etivars.

If the Etivars live there,
will they allow us to go through?

Probably not.

You will doubtless be caught in the first
trap you come to, a trap you can't avoid.

Why can't we avoid it?

Because it isn't there, that's why.
Pay heed now that it may benefit you.

To reach the paw that frees the
lock conscious thought avails you not.

Look, ODX, we're running out of
time, and we've got to get to Oasis,

so why don't you just tell us, what
is the route to the Cave of the Winds?

You travel straight that way. Maybe.

Mad little creature.

Should we take him seriously?

I think we're going to have to trust him.

It's fine for going by way of that cave.

What about you, Mr. Ambassador?

It seems to me, Captain,
that you were determined

that we were all to
abide by your decisions.

Have you suddenly lost
your taste for command?

We'll head for Cave of the Winds.

Nothing but total, absolute silence.

I know they're all right,
Admiral. Luck always comes through.

I wish I could share
your certainty, Tweaky.

But I'm afraid the longer we go without
hearing from them, the worse it looks.

I realize you are already
under great stress, Admiral.

But I feel it my duty to
remind you that Admiral Zeit

demanded that something be done.

What will you tell him?

What I've been telling him all along.

The truth.

Admiral, look at this.

It's a warship.

A Sicarian battlecruiser, to be exact.

I never suspected sight would go this far.

It is characteristic of
differing organic life

forms to suspect each
other's motives, Admiral.

I doubt that anything can
be done to alter that fact.

You may be right, Crichton.

That doesn't mean I can't try.

Devlin.

I am inviting Admiral Zeit to dinner.

Perhaps a face-to-face
encounter over a good

meal will reduce tensions. Very well, sir.

Two things.

Quietly pass the word that
all members are to remain

in battle readiness until further orders.

Battle readiness?

You heard me, kettlebelly.

And Devin, I want you to make the
arrangement for the dinner invitation.

See that our table is set with the
very finest of everything we've got.

All VIP. Yes, sir.

I'm on my way.

VIP.

Very important person, Dimwit.

Um...

You're an officer on board
one of the most advanced

research vessels in
this galaxy, any galaxy.

A colonel.

Must be an
extraordinarily interesting career.

It is interesting.

And fulfilling?

I suppose it depends on
how you define fulfilling.

Have you ever thought of
sharing your life with a man?

Of having a home of your own and a
family to love and love you back?

Yes or no.

I have thought about it.

It's just

Yes?

I guess I'm not ready for it yet.

I suppose I still have
a few good years left.

Unlike an old man like me.

Well, I've always thought of you
as a very distinguished figure.

But, uh, hardly old.

You, um, you never married a Rom.

Why?

I don't know. I suppose somewhere in
the back of my mind was that wish.

That hope that we would meet again.

I hope so, too.

I knew you'd be a great man
someday. I tried to follow your career,

but not much word gets out
of the Zykerian quadrants.

We must begin to be less insular.

Otherwise, we'll
always mistrust each other.

Wilbur Dubois, watch out!

Oh, my dear, what's happening?

I can manage myself, Captain.

Take cover!

Where's the ambassador?

Oh, dear. I hope the
ambassador wasn't hurt.

I'll take a look.

Abbas or Duval?

Hurry.

He's coming this way.

Why do you look at me as if
I were some sort of monster?

The Zykarians might well
consider you strange and an undesirable

being because you cannot remove your head.

Got no argument with that.

Does Wilma know?

I think, Captain, what transpires
between Colonel Dearing and me.

Buck?

Ambassador?

Where are you?

Are you all right?

Yes, Wilma, over here.

Oh, there you are.

We thought you might have been hurt.

Is anything wrong?

Is anything wrong, Captain?

Nothing that can't be remedied.

We must be very careful here, Raka.

You understand?

I understand that very well, sir.

You are in command of this vessel.

My function here is merely to advise you.

This Admiral Asimov.

One does want to believe him.

Of course.

But your decision to call in a
battlecruiser was a very wise one.

Perhaps.

But if I were in Asimov's shoes,

I would be more than a little offended
by the arrival of a warship off my bow,

particularly if I were
simply an exploration vessel

with limited armament
and on a peaceful mission.

Supposedly searching for
the lost tribes of Earth.

Exactly.

One of the first things you
learn as a commander is not to

put a finger on a trigger
unless there is no alternative.

Damn it, Rocker, that
cruiser is a trigger.

No, sir.

That cruiser is a gun.

Here is the trigger.

Sealed orders?

Why didn't you give me
these when you came aboard?

I was instructed to give them
to you only if, in my opinion,

the circumstances called for it.

I believe that time has come.

Do you know what is in these orders?

Yes, sir.

If Ambassador DeVoe does not reach the
Oasis Conference at the appointed time,

you are to destroy the searcher and
launch an immediate attack on Earth.