All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century S02E11 - The Hand of the Goral

So far, nothing but jungle.

How about you, Wilma?

Picking up anything on InfraScan?

Negative, Buck. It just
appears to be another

out-of-the-way planet that time forgot.

Uh, shouldn't Dr. Goodfellow have
some information for us by now?

I'll check.

Searcher, this is Captain Rogers.

You got anything for us yet?

Over. Admiral, Captain Rogers
requesting communication. Thank you, Parsons.

Put Captain Rogers on the viz screen.

Dr. Goodfellow has just completed
his review of that ancient star chart.

Ah, yes, dear boy. I'll tell you
something according to the chart here.

The planet you're now
surveying was once inhabited

by a highly advanced
race known as the Goru.

The Goru were indigenous to that planet.

That is, until they left their
world in a strange mass exodus.

Ooh, must have been 10,000 years ago.
Does that planet have a name? A name,

I should say, it has,
Buck. It's called Vordith.

D-E-E-T-H.

Vordith? That's right. Crichton was
good enough to translate it for me.

Apparently it means planet of death.

That's terrific.

You got any other
cheery information for us?

Buck.

Hold on, Doctor. We've got some visual
contact. Looks like some kind of ruins.

Ruins, did you say?

Oh, splendid. Positively splendid,
Buck. Now, I tell you what. Go down.

For heaven's sake, go down.
Take a look, won't you? Yes.

It's entirely possible
that the Gor... Bach,

my photon sensors
registers an energy reading.

It's got to mean that a
fusion-powered ship is nearby.

Well, we've got visual
contact on him, Wilma.

Searcher, we've got a wrecked ship below.

We're going down.

All right, Buck, but be cautious.

The name of that planet
doesn't exactly fill me

with confidence. Don't
worry, Admiral, we will.

Rogers out.

It's pretty badly banged up.

Looks like some fancy flying to set
this thing down and clearing this side.

I'll say.

It's an EDS 104. Hello?

Is anybody here?

By Gideon's trumpet, a human voice.

I never thought anyone would show up.

I heard your engines, but
I thought it was a flyby.

Name's Reardon.

I fly interplanetary, quadrant eight.

I've been here nearly three weeks.

We better get you aboard the searcher.
We can't do anything for you down here.

Let's take him to my
starfighter. I'll take him upstairs,

and that way you two
can finish the survey.

Okay.

Thank you very much. It's very
kind of you. I'd about given up hope.

Are you all right, Mr. Booby?

Fine, thanks.

Let's take a look at those ruins while
we still got some light left, all right?

The ship, it's gone. Vanished.

Perhaps we have mistakenly
come to another clearing.

No, this is the right clearing, all
right. There's no doubt about that.

Everything is gone. The
ship, the shelter, the campfire.

Everything.

It's finished.

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.

What could possibly have caused
Reardon's shuttle to disappear? I don't know.

Maybe we'll find out further on.

Wait a minute.

Listen.

There's not a sound.

Not an animal, not a bird.

Nothing.

Not even the wind.

It is as though the
planet were keeping quiet.

Better to listen to us.

It is astounding.

Ten thousand years old.

Must have been quite a place in
its heyday. I wonder why they left.

Perhaps a plague.

Could be. Wait a minute,
here. What's that over there?

A religious symbol.

Well, they could be. These markings
remind me of Egyptian hieroglyphics.

I'm gonna holograph
this for Dr. Goodfellow.

He can tell us what these
hieroglyphics are saying. Buck.

What?

Over there.

Looks like it might have
been a temple at one time.

I will see.

It looked.

I thought you'd disappeared.

The same thing happened to you, Buck.

It's obvious that there are forces at
work here that we don't understand.

Remember, it is called
the planet of death.

I think we better head back up to the
searcher and have a little chat with Reardon.

He says he's been down
here for three weeks.

Maybe you can give us some clues
as to what to expect down here.

I am well aware that calling a ship's
assembly like this is most unusual.

But then, most unusual
problems demand unusual remedies.

It has come to my
attention That certain members

of this crew have
engaged in disloyal... No.

Let me amend that.

In treacherous activities.

Let me assure you of one
thing, ladies and gentlemen.

Those of you who have
engaged in these treasonous

schemes will be exposed and punished.

In the past, I've used a light
hand, allowing all to have their say.

Oh, yes.

Quite often, I've simply
smiled away my disagreements.

But now, with certain opinions
manifesting themselves into devious actions,

I am taking a firm control on the helm.

Chief Petty Officer
Cowan, front and center.

Sir.

What in the devil's going on down there?

It's been like this since I got back.

The Admiral is
convinced that some of the crew

are plotting a mutiny.
That's impossible, Amy.

Did you or did you not have the con
at 0800 hours today? Yes, sir, I did.

And isn't it true that this ship
deviated from its course by a factor

of three degrees for almost one
full minute during that time?

Sir, there was a minor
malfunction in the plasma gyros.

We had it corrected in no time and
resumed our proper course. It was all routine.

I'll tell you what's routine, Mr...

You steered this ship
from her true course in

a deliberate attempt to
sabotage our mission.

Sabotage?

That's enough out of you, Cowan.

Lieutenant Parsons.

Yes, sir.

Take charge of the prisoner.

Chief Petty Officer Cowan
is to remain under close

arrest in the brig
until further word from me.

Yes, sir. I don't
believe this is happening.

Cowan is completely trustworthy.
He wouldn't sabotage the ship.

Everyone must be losing his mind.

Parsons is acting like some kind of
two-bit tyrant. It's totally unlike him.

But what could be responsible
for such a bizarre transformation?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

We came back to see if Reardon had
anything useful he could tell us.

I still think that's the
best place to start. Let's go.

Mr. Miller, I have reason to
believe that you have conspired

to tamper with the
fusion drive of this ship.

Now, if my suspicions are sustained,
I won't wait for a formal hearing.

I'll have you summarily executed.

Guards, take him away.

Why, good afternoon, Captain Rogers. Halt.

I trust your excursion to Vordith was
a pleasant one. I can't believe this.

You're actually being courteous today?

But why shouldn't I be, sir?

After all, a robot owes his human
masters every measure of respect.

You mean you are acknowledging that we are

your masters? You created us, did you not?

How about you, Tweaky? What
do you mean? How about me?

Are we playing guessing games?

Tweaky, are you all right?

What do you care? What do any of you care?

Since when have you humans been
overly concerned about how I feel?

All I am is a mechanical servant.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've
been summoned to the bridge.

The Admiral probably
expects me to fix him a

cup of tea or something equally important.

I don't know what they want me to
do, always asking me to do something.

Have a most pleasant day.

I think they're both out of their heads.

Incredible.

Their personality's
completely transformed.

Yeah, I think we better get to
that sick bay as quickly as possible.

No, Captain.

I can't say I'm surprised at any of it.

And what you tell me about my ship
disappearing is nothing compared

to some of the strange things
I saw on that blasted planet.

What sort of things?

Well, ghosts, for one thing.

Ghosts?

That's the only thing I
can think of to call them.

Unless you want to say visions.

But that seems like
splitting hairs if you ask me.

Things would... Things
would appear and disappear.

Even the sun seemed to come up from
a different direction each morning.

I tell you, the planet is cursed.

And if you ask me, that's
what's causing the strange

behavior you've been
seeing here in your ship.

Are you suggesting that that
planet exerts a supernatural force

that causes people to see
things and to behave strangely?

Colonel, I don't know if you'd
call it supernatural or not,

but a force there is
that much I'll swear to.

I think we'd better go
talk to Dr. Goodfellow.

Well, it seems to be working all right.

Let me know. Let's have a look here.

Dr. Goodfellow.

Oh, it's you, Buck. It's nice
to see you. And Colonel Dearing.

Well, you're looking awfully busy, Doctor.

I'm conducting tests in an
effort to account for some of the

extraordinary behavior that's
been occurring aboard the ship.

Then you've also noticed
the people acting strangely.

I have a feeling that there's
something about that planet,

a magnetic field
perhaps, something like that,

that interferes with the normal
processes of the human brain.

Yes, well, we came up with a similar
hypothesis, Doctor. Unfortunately,

I think you should know
that Crichton has also been

affected. Crichton
affected? That's impossible.

But it's true, Doctor.

Apparently, robots are not immune to
whatever's causing the strange behavior.

Do I have to remind you, my dear boy,
that Crichton is my own creation? I made him,

I constructed him. He's utterly
impervious to any sort of magnetic interference.

Well, Buck wasn't questioning any of you.

Wasn't he indeed?

It may be that I know
little about piloting spacecraft

or tramping about other people's planets.

This is where I commune
with the elemental forces of

nature and seek to uncover
the mysteries of creation.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'll finish my work.

It is obvious the Doctor
will be of little help to us.

Which puts us back to square one.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We go back to Vordief
and find out what it is

on that planet that's affecting this ship?

Exactly.

I'm sorry, Captain
Rogers, this part of the

ship has been sealed
off. Admiral's orders.

Yes, well, we're not
exactly sure that the Admiral

is in complete control of his faculty,

so if you'll just... If you come any
further, I'm going to have to use this, sir.

What are you doing out of the brig?

What's the meaning of this?

Drop the weapon, Hawk.
Drop it, this instant.

Now, what happened here, James?

Captain Rogers refused to
obey my order to halt, sir.

I told him you'd ordered this
part of the ship sealed off.

Do you have an explanation, Captain,

for deliberate
disobedience to one of my orders?

Admiral, somewhere down on
that planet. I see. Apparently,

whatever is causing the mutinous behavior
amongst the crew has affected you as well,

Captain. And both of you.

Disarm them.

Escort them to Captain Rogers' cabin.

See that they remain
there until further orders.

We could have overcome the guards.

I know. I thought about that myself. I
just thought we needed some time to sign.

Buck, what is it?

Your cabins and mine,
they're identical, aren't they?

Yes, except for the furnishings.

I see it.

Yes.

The viewport is off-center.

The viewport's changed,
but take a look outside.

Our orbit has changed.

The Omega Quadrant is no longer visible.

Then the ship has moved.
I'm not sure what happened,

but it was off our port bow
before we left to survey Vordith.

It's not there now.

I don't know what happened, but... But
what would account for the new star reading?

I don't think we're on
board the real searcher.

But that's just a little hard to believe.

And how do you account for the
fact that the interior has changed?

For the fact that all
the people on board this

ship are acting so
totally out of character?

Is it?

What if we're on board a fake?

A very clever, but
nonetheless imperfect fake?

But we piloted the shuttle here ourselves.

And Wilma flew here in her own ship.

Anything clever enough to
fabricate a copy of the

searcher is certainly
clever enough to throw

our instruments out of
adjustment and make us

believe we're landing
on the real searcher.

If the ship is a fake,
what about the people on it?

They're fakes as well.

Robots, androids, I don't know
what they are, but they're fakes.

Look, we can't worry about that right now.

The first thing we have to do
is get out of this room. Yes.

But how do we get past the guard?

If you gentlemen will go along
with it, I think I have an idea.

Help me! They're trying
to take all our shit!

Stand back! You're under confinement.

Well done, Colonel.

I hated to do that.

Yeah, right.

Buck, if your hypothesis
is correct, is that how

we've been tricked?
Aboard a fake searcher?

If my hypothesis is correct,

there's all the more reason for us to
find that hangar deck and get out of here.

That will not be easy with the
Admiral or whoever he is posting guards.

Attention all personnel.

Captain Rogers, Colonel Dearing
and Hawke have violated confinement.

Find them.

They are not to leave this ship.

Use whatever force is necessary.

All right, steady. Let's go. Parsons.

I want some answers,
mister, and I want them now.

You won't get away. I
didn't ask for your opinion.

I want to know who you are and
what's going on in the ship.

It was a duplicate of some kind.

Buck!

I've never seen anything so horrible.

Nothing left but ash.

Too incredible to be true.

I'm willing to bet every creature on
this ship is exactly the same way.

We've got to get to the
hangar deck, to our ships.

I suggest you two stay here.

I will see if a way is
clear to the hangar deck.

Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, come on, I'm gonna put on.

I'm sorry, Buck, for
falling apart like that.

I guess I was just shocked
seeing that thing disintegrate.

Hey, you all right?

It won't be. Just being close
to you chases the fears away.

Just hold me, please.

Just hold me close.

I'm so frightened.

The engine room is clear of
guards. On the real searcher,

there is an access door
from there to the hangar deck.

Well, let's hope whoever
or whatever duplicated

the searcher included that little detail.

Are you all right?

Let's keep our fingers crossed.

The emergency access
has to the launch bay.

Trap!

They were waiting for us. It's
almost as if they knew our plans.

What do you mean?

Maybe they did.

Hawk is the one who suggested we
try going through the engine room.

Isn't it a little suspicious that the
guards happened to be waiting for us?

You are accusing me?

That is absurd.

You said yourself that
something strange happened

to Hawk while the two of
you were down on Vordith.

How do you know that the real Hawk
wasn't replaced by one of those...

those fakes during the time
that he seemed to disappear?

You can't possibly
believe what you are saying.

You are frightened.

You bet I'm frightened.
You're trying to kill both of us.

Now, Wilma, whatever is in your mind...

Roma, Hawk! Over here, Buck.

Help me. I'm pinned.

The cable! High voltage! I can't move!

Help me! Never mind me. Get to
Wilma. Help her out of there.

Let the cable touch her so she dies. Fuck!

Please!

Hurry!

What are you waiting
for? Pull her out of there!

Please!

Please, hurry! Pull her out of there!

Hurry up before it's too late!

How can you ignore her?

I don't believe it.

Wilma, a fake like the others?

How did you know?

Wilma doesn't frighten easily.

She was too upset when she was alone with
me and too convinced you were an impostor.

That it was the double of Wilma who
somehow let the others know where we were going.

We're no closer to finding the
hangar deck than we were before.

At least we know where not to look.

Searcher calling Captain Rogers and Hawk.

Searcher calling Captain
Rogers and Hawk. Come in, please.

Still nothing, sir.

And I've tried every
voice frequency we've got.

This way.

Let's try this way. Come on.

It's the reactor room.

Hangar bait. Hold on. How do you
know that that sign means what it says?

I understand your caution,
but we must take the risk.

Huck, think about it.

Nothing has been as it seems.

Hawk.

Oh, there's no need for that, Hawk.

We're on the same side. Yes, of course
we're on the same side, Buck, dear boy.

Listen, listen to me. Did
you know you were quite

right about the
influence of that planet, yes?

I was able to synthesize
a serum which counteracts

its effects. That was good, wasn't it?

Yes, Dr. Goodfellow and I
have both been immunized, Buck.

But we need your help to
round up the rest of the

crew so that they can
be inoculated as well.

Nice try, Admiral.

If that door does lead to the
reactor room, the radiation will kill us.

You won't find your way out through
there, Rogers. That's the fusion reactor room.

You ever hear the word about the
lady and the tiger? No, just as well.

The shuttle.

We got the lady, not the tiger.

Let's hope it's for real.

Mr. Reardon, what are you doing down here?

This area is off limits.

And I've been looking all
over this ship for you.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

I was just getting bored
up there in the sick bay.

I thought I'd take myself a little walk.

Well, this is the third time you've
decided to take a little walk, Mr. Reardon.

How do you expect that leg to heal if
you keep putting your weight on it?

I really didn't think I'd hurt it any.

Well, come along before Dr. Goodfellow
finds out you've been playing hooky again.

Whatever you say, Colonel.

Do you think they will
attempt to pursue us?

It's hard to tell,
Hawk. I'm not telling you

what capabilities that fake searcher has.

But if they do, look.

Look.

A disintegrate.

Looks like the fake
people who were onboarded.

Any word yet?

No, nothing.

Sir, what do you make of this?

The photon energy reading's
practically off the scope.

Admiral, I realize I have not been asked,

but my sensors indicate that we have
been locked into a snare beam. What?

It's true, sir. Instruments show us
firmly held by a magnetic force 10.

I don't see how that's possible.

Except for Reardon, there was
no sign of life on Vordith.

Possible or not, it's happening.

We're being held prisoner by something.

Searcher, this is Captain
Rogers. Do you read me?

Over.

Searcher, this is Captain
Rogers. Do you read me?

Captain Rogers, Admiral.

I knew Buck would be
okay. Buck, where are you?

We're on our way back, Admiral.

We had a little detour.

You mustn't return to the ship.

We've been caught in a
snare beam emanating

from somewhere on the surface of Vordith.

We're helpless, Bok. If you come
back, you'll be trapped with us.

What trouble from Vordith?
If I will get you attended,

whatever fabricated that fake
searcher is also behind that snare beam.

Admiral, we're going down to Vordith.

Try to find the source of that beam.

Good idea.

Good luck.

Search her out.

According to the
coordinates of the tractor beam,

it should be somewhere around here.

Look.

What?

The temple.

I might have known. Let's go.

Hard to see.

My sense of presence.

Yeah, like before.

We're being watched.

Enter, master.

Enter, Master.

You have done brilliantly so far.

You have passed all the tests but one.

Do not be afraid.

You're on the brink of securing
rewards beyond your wildest dreams.

Who are you?

At the moment, I am what you see.

A gray-bearded old man, stooped with age,

and bent with a burden
of 10,000 lonely years.

Why are you holding our
ship in a snare beam?

Because there is one
more test for you to pass.

If you succeed, all will be as you wish.

If you fail, you, your ship,
and all in it will be destroyed.

Are you telling us that
everything we went through up there,

being misdirected to a fake ship,

meeting fake people who resembled
our own friends and shipmates was a...

It was just part of a series of tests.

Precisely.

And you are the first visitors in
10,000 years to have survived to this point.

You have my deepest admiration,
friends, for the tests the goal has devised.

How difficult are they not?

We have no right to
hold a peaceful vessel in

its crew in order to play some silly game.

Release our ship.

Impossible.

Until you have met the final challenge.

But why?

Why do you subject people to such trials?

Who are you?

I am the Hand of the Gaul.

Their servant, if you wish.

They left me here many eons ago.

To protect their planet from
intruders until the day they returned.

I am a simulacrum, fashioned
like the others you encountered.

Fashioned from a substance,
partly energy, partly matter,

And able to become
anything that is wished.

Anything.

You have done well so far.

You have demonstrated
your intelligence and

suitability for remaining on this planet,

and soon may take your place here
in this paradise as my masters.

So you fulfilled this role of
guarding this planet for over 10,000 years?

Ten thousand years is but a grain of
sand in the hourglass of eternity.

I fulfill my role gladly, for it
is an honor to serve the Goro.

And you, I can provide you...

With palaces and pleasure
domes, with armies and slaves,

with concubines and viands
from a dozen galaxies. In short,

I can gratify your very dream.

Your wildest wish and answers
to questions as yet unborn.

Fine.

Then our first wish is that you release
our ship so we can get away from here.

Master, I regret that is
the only wish I cannot grant.

The life of your ship is in your
hands, not in mine. What do you mean?

The instrument for your ship's
destruction has already been placed aboard her,

and by a member of your own crew.

Discover him in time,
and you will have won all.

Reardon, the man we picked up
here was a fake, wasn't he?

And Wilma, the real Wilma.

Took him on board the searcher.

And it was he who was able to tell
this creature how to duplicate our ship.

You are indeed worthy of
admittance to my master's planet.

Such intuition is a rare thing.

We are sick and tired of
playing your stupid game, old man.

I want some answers from
you, and I want them now.

How is Reardon gonna destroy the ship?

How's he gonna do it?

Ah, perhaps not so intelligent after all.

Anger and violence do
not provide solutions.

Tell me, old man. I overestimated you.

What a pity.

Gone like the others.

We gotta get back to the ship.

Yes, Buck. What have you found?

We're returning to the ship,
Admiral. You've got a saboteur on board.

It's Reardon. He's an imposter, a fake.

We were tricked into taking you on
board the searcher so he could destroy it.

You've got to find him and stop him.

Where is he?

He should be in sickbay, unless he's
taking another one of his little walks.

Sickbay, this is Colonel Dearing on
the bridge. Is Mr. Reardon there?

He should be, Colonel. Just a minute.

That's funny. He was here a
minute ago, but now he's gone.

I'd better get down there.

Let's organize search
teams to scour the ship.

Good.

Reardon's disappeared.

We're starting a search now.

How long before you're back?

We're on final approach now, Admiral.

Buck, we have teams out searching the
entire ship. There's still no sign of Root.

The fusion reactor room. It's the
most sensitive part of the ship.

No sign of Reardon anywhere.

We think he's in the
reactor room. Come on.

Well, we know someone's
inside. The green light's on.

Captain Rogers.

Lieutenant Parsons. Good
to have you back, sir.

I've checked the reactor room for any
sign of Reardon, as Colonel Dearing ordered.

Place is clean. Did you check the
reactors for any unusual devices?

Yes, sir. Swept them
with the magnetometer.

Everything's normal.

Looks like your hunch was wrong.

Yeah.

Well, thank you, Parsons. You better stay
here and keep an eye on things, all right?

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Where to now?

I don't know.

Looks like we struck a dead end.

Colonel Deary, Captain Rogers.

I just searched the supply room.

It was Reardon.

He changed himself to look like
Parsons. It's locked. Stand back.

Reardon, we know you're in here. You
might as well show yourself and surrender.

You see anything?

Nothing, Buck.

It appears as though Riordan
has left the reactor room.

Perhaps through another door.

What do you mean,
another door? As well as I do,

there's only one way
out of this reactor room.

Where is that detonator?
Where is that detonator?

10,000 years is a long and
lonely visual without company.

I found it.

Attached to reactor number four.

It is harmless now. Yeah,
just like our friend there.

It is a pity in a way.

After 10,000 years of waiting.

He has failed.

Yeah.

Lucky for us, he did.

Buck, how did you know it
wasn't Wilma? That must have

been a terrible moment,
not knowing who to save.

Well, there was a difference.

A wrongness, if you will.

A wrongness about Wilma? Never.
What exactly do you mean, Buck?

A wrongness.

Call it instinct, Doctor.

For instance, your double
was a caricature of your

normal self. The mad
scientist, so to speak.

And you, Admiral, your double was...

It was cruel and
inhuman, like a Captain Bly.

But what about the fake Wilma? What
was the so-called wrongness about her?

Yes, Buck, what was the
imitation of Wilma like?

Well, she was so
different and so opposite to the

way you really are that
I really felt that...

She or, well, you or
whatever had lost her mind.

Well, how was she opposite?

Well, she was warm and
friendly and affectionate.

Oh, my poor boy.

Why do you say that, Doctor?

Well, it just occurred to me you must
be under tremendous emotional strain.

Strain? No, why?

Because when that simulacrum
of Wilma was destroyed, well,

you lost the goral of
your dreams, didn't you? The

goral of your dreams.
You lost it. Oh, yeah.