Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 1, Episode 13 - Music of a Distant Drum - full transcript

I was talking
to Oren the other day.

Back from the city so soon?

Just to visit.

But you should've seen him.

He had all new clothes on
and his own strider.

Good for Oren.

Yeah, he says
they need weavers
in Hegel's Port.

You could make good money.

What about you?

I can work as a loader,

or go on one of the big boats,
like Oren.



You're too young.

Besides,

I promised your father
I'd stay here
and look out for you.

I'm almost sixteen.

I don't need looking out for.

And I'm not going to stay here

for the rest of my life,
in the middle of nowhere,

fishing.

And giving half the harvest
to the Dragons, anyway.

It's not so bad.

Compared to what?

The universe can be
a dangerous place, Breyon.

There are a lot worse places
than this.

Believe me.



I don't get you.
You weren't born here.

You're not even
my real mother,

so why do you bother?

Your father was a good man.
I loved him.

And I made him a promise.

Well, if you loved him
so much,

why don't you help fight
the Dragons, huh?

I'm going to forget
you said that.

You gonna forget
what they did to him, too?

How they didn't just kill him?

How they cut him up
and fed him to the fish?

I'm gonna pay 'em back.
You'll see.

What was that?

A ship.

Dragons.

It's not on their
normal landing approach.

Well, it has to be them.
Nobody else ever
comes around here.

You think somebody
shot him down?

Where are you going?

They're crashing.
Someone might be hurt.

If they're Dragons,
they got whatever
they deserve.

And if they're not?
Stay here.

My Lord. I didn't realize.

I came to see
if you needed help.

My Lord?

Where am I?

You're on Midden, my lord.

Melanzey Inlet.

I'm Yvaine Gwennens-daughter.

All right.

One more question.

Who am I?

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.

But now, one ship,

one crew, have vowed
to drive back the night

and rekindle
the light of civilization.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

There's plenty to eat,
as long as you like fish.

We grow a few vegetables up
on the hillside.

Do Nietzscheans
eat vegetables?

We can eat virtually anything,
so long as it's organic.

Well, we've got plenty
of driftwood.

I'm sorry,
I meant no disrespect.

You've been very hospitable.

Are you all right?

You still
can't remember anything?

I know...

I am a Nietzschean.

I can remember general facts

and information,
but my personal memories...

I only have glimpses, images.

I'm sure once
I contact the Dragons...
Dragons?

It's a nickname
we have for your family,

the Drago-Kasov Pride.

Midden is one of their...
your tributary worlds,
my Lord.

Drago-Kasov.

You will tell them nothing.

But, my Lord...

Do what I say!

Nietzschean family relations
are...

complicated.

Until I have my proper wits
about me, I prefer
to remain anonymous.

Of course.

Please,
make yourself comfortable.

I have to tend to my nets.

Are you insane?

Bringing that Dragon
into our house?

I don't think he's a Dragon.

The way he said Kasov,
like it was an insult.

He's still a Nietzschean.

Well, what was I supposed
to do? Leave him to die?

Why not?

It's what he would've done
if we were dying.

You think he'd lift a finger
to help us?

I can't live my life
like a Nietzschean.

Besides, think, Breyon.
What if he is one of them?

If I left him there
and he died,

then what would have happened?

The Dragons would
have killed you, me,

and half the people
on this inlet.

I'm so sick of this.

I'm sick of feeding them,
I'm sick of kissing their feet.

I wish they'd all
just disappear.

Rocks might as well try
to wish away the ocean.

Well, I'm not a rock.

I'm a human being.

That's the problem.
We're only humans.

I thought you went to bed.

Yeah, I didn't sleep
very well.

Is anything wrong?

Yeah, actually, um...

I kept dreaming about you.

It was very...

what's the opposite
of sleep-inducing?

Arousing.

Yeah, it wasn't
that kind of dream.

It was very disturbing.

Yeah, that's the word
I was looking for.

It was disturbing.

You know,
you were King Arthur,
and I was Guenevere.

I thought it wasn't
that kind of dream.

And we were discussing
our taxes.

I wanted you to demand
a tribute from the Saxons,
and you, of course,

wanted to give back
all the money

that we'd gotten
from them so far.

And then, in walked Merlin,

only he looked exactly
like Andromeda.

Ah, lucky him.

Andromeda the ship,
not the persona.
Ah.

But wearing a big,
pointy hat?

So, this is
the disturbing part.

No, that's still coming.
Anyway, he said...

she said, that the kingdom
was in trouble,

and if we didn't start doing
something about it,

we would have
to sell the Round Table.

We are not using
the Andromeda to carry cargo.

You're jumping ahead a little!

That is where
you were going.

Uh, no, actually,
I had in mind
a mining operation.

Wanna see?
Come on. Come on.

Look. Andromeda has
a cargo capacity
of ten million cubic meters.

Now, I've heard
that there are asteroids
in the Katana System that...

are made of pure platinum.
I say we take
the point defense lasers

and carve out just...
No.

Exactly what you said
in my dream.

Oh, and I meant it.

As soon as we find Tyr,
we're heading straight
for Asampa

to meet with the local Than.

Fine. You'd rather chat
with the local bugs

than make a small fortune,
who am I to argue?

W-w-w-wait.

You still haven't told me
the disturbing part.

Oh, yeah.
There was this whole,

uh, Lancelot thing.

I really don't want
to get into it.

I'll teach you
rule number one.

You never aim a gun at someone
unless you intend to use it.

Go ahead. Shoot me.

Sooner or later,
Midden will be free

of you Dragon bastards.

My blood!

Drago Kazov.

Drago Kazov.

You keep talking as
if I am a member
of the Drago-Kasov Pride.

But I...

I think I hate them
even more than you do.

Here.

You're wrong about hating them
more than we do.

Dragons have occupied
this planet for centuries,

killed millions of people.

And every time we try
and get rid of 'em...

It just makes things worse.

They killed him.

They killed my father.

Please, my lord.

He didn't mean any harm.
He's just a boy.

I won't hurt him.

You mean that?

Look at me, woman.
I don't know who I am.

I don't know where I am.
My ship is wrecked,
I have no resources.

My survival, it seems,
would depend on establishing
a relationship with the native

inhabitants of this planet,
beginning with you.

You really
don't remember anything?

Not even your name?

Nothing.

So what are we gonna call you?

Anything you like.

Do you know "20,000 Leagues
Under the Sea"?

An ancient Earth novel about
a mysterious ship's captain

seeking vengeance
against his enemies.

And what did they call him?

The Latin word for no one.

Nemo.

Still nothing?

And the saddest part is,

I could probably
fly this wreck, if I had to.

But I'll be damned
if I know what it's called...

or where I'd go.

This is important.
I'm certain of it! I...

Maybe if you opened it.

A three-stage lock.

Keyhole,

genetic scanner,
voice-code recognition system.

Keyhole, and,
and I have a key.

Provide scan.

Authorized.
Provide voice code.

Incorrect code
will trigger self-destruct.

Do you wish to continue
the unlock sequence?

If yes,
provide the voice code.

If no,
remove the physical key.

Unlock sequence aborted.

Open it now!

Let go of me!
Wait here.

No. I can help.

Nietzscheans aren't
very popular around here.
Get off of me!

That's all there is!

What do you mean
that's all there is?

I told you,
that's all we can spare.

You're holding out on me.

Let him go, Hanno.

Yvaine.

Lovely, as always.

Save it. You just get out!

Oh, such a cold welcome.
And after all we do for you.

I think you'd be
more grateful.

Grateful? For what?
For blockading the roads?

Stealing our harvests?

Ambushing our convoys
on the way to market?

We are fighting to free Midden
from the Dragons.

My husband was a patriot.
You're nothing but a thief.

A thief...

is someone
who takes what they want.

Is that what I am?

Be careful.

I might live up
to your expectations.

Or...

you might not live at all.

Ha!

I wouldn't.

Drop your weapons
and get face-down
on the floor...

or she dies.

You're making a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.
Tie him up!

Hanno, don't.

Why are you
protecting this, uber?

She's not protecting me.

She's protecting you.

That's enough!

It's enough when I say it is.

You don't have to live here.
I do!

And if you kill him,
I'm as good as dead.

Lady's got a point.

Help me with them.

Carry out your own trash.

Anything?
Not yet.

Damn that Nietzschean.
If he stole my ship...

I'm not worried
about your ship.
I'm worried about Tyr.

Okay.

Okay, you know,
before he left,
I did warn him that the Maru

had a bad plasma regulator.

If he was planning on
doing any tricky maneuvering,

he would have had to fix it.

We should check
all local drifts,

see if he tried to get
a replacement.

Yeah. It's a start, anyway.

Still no luck?

Something scrambled
the main database.

Most of the records
are badly garbled.

Well, at least
you know your name.

Barabas Jericho. Owner
and operator
of the Klondike Trail.

Faked.

You sure?

I may not know my real name,
but I know it's not Barabas.

Pilots license, registry,
course logs all forgeries.

On the bright side,

I know what happened
to my memory.

Some kind of machine?

That is an attack nanobot,

designed to scramble
electrical systems,

both mechanical
and biological.

The ship was infested
with them, and so was I.

They were in your blood?

You're lucky
they didn't kill you.

I'm a Nietzschean.

I have a bio-engineered
immune system.

Defensive nanobots of my own.

They stopped the attack
and should repair the damage.

Eventually.

And then what?

And then I go back to my life,

whatever that is.

How did you end up here,
in a place like this?

You certainly don't look
like a fishmonger.

It's honest work.

A lot better than
some of the other things
I've had to do.

The Dragons have ruled here
for centuries.

You know we can't beat them,

but people get
a little crazy sometimes.

It happened in my home city,
Nisalla,

when I was ten.

We tried to fight.

Your people lost.

Worse. We won.

We wiped out
the local garrison.

The next day,
the Dragons dropped
an atomic warhead on the city.

I was the only member
of my family
who made it out.

I saw my mother.
She was slow.

My parents.

Something happened to them,
something...

something similar.

And I think the Drago-Kasov...

I can't remember.

I wish I could say that.

The next few years were rough.

I made it
to Hegel's Port somehow,

and then I met Larone,

Breyon's father.

He was kind,

gentle,

quiet but intense.

He asked me
to come back with him.

To me, this was paradise,
living with Larone...

helping him raise Breyon...

until the madness
came here, too.

The Dragons increased
the tribute levels...

so the local fishermen
stopped paying in protest.

The Dragons killed one-tenth
of the male population
of the province...

including Larone.

That's a ship.

Headed for the landing field
outside Hegel's Port.

Which means
the Dragons are coming.

You don't have to go.
We can hide you here.

And if the Dragons come?

They might not even
be looking for you.

They're my enemies.

The more I think about it,
the more certain I am of that.

We could fight.

I could spread the word.
We'd have a small army
in a couple of hours.

Dragons can't win forever,
and maybe with your help...

Even with my help,
a great many
of your people will die.

Your mother's right.
It's madness. I'll leave.

There's another option.

You could give them
what they want.

You think
they're after that crate.

You won't miss it.
You don't even know
what it is.

And no one will have to die.

I can't. That crate...

it's mine.

I can feel it.

Live well.

Warning.
AG Field cannot be activated
without proper security code.

Warning.
AG Field cannot be activated

without proper security...
Fine!

I'll do it myself.

- Come on, quick.
- There may be trouble.

Maintain focus.

Unforgiving this universe
has become.

Pay attention.

Pay attention.

Pay attention.

Clear.

Clear.
Anything on the sniffer?

I'm picking up trace
from the target. He was here.

What about the package?

I've got it!

Man, this is gonna
get Histar's attention.

Worry about fathering children
later.

Focus on the job.

Get me an uplink to satellite.

Give them a lock
on our position.

What are you waiting for?
Shoot me.

I don't waste resources.

And I don't cooperate
with the enemy of my Pride.

Fine.

I want a name.

Arden Lya, Drago-Kasov Pride.

Not your name.

Mine.

We don't know.
Is that what you wanna hear?

Why don't you tell me?

I'll make sure
that they spell it right
on your grave marker.

Lift it.

Do what I say.

Good.

Now walk.

Keep moving.

Why? As soon as we're done,
you're just gonna kill me.

Might as well
get it over with.

I'm tired!

You're a husband and father.

Then you owe it to your mate
and your children

to keep yourself alive
for as long as possible, hmm?

Lift that crate.

He went to
the Drago-Kasov homeworld?

Hey, my exact reaction.

Why would Tyr walk
into the stronghold
of his mortal enemies?

I'll see your question
and I'll raise you one.
What did he do

when he got there?
Look at that.

A couple of hours
after he landed,

the Drago's mobilized
their entire fleet.

That's Tyr.
He always loved a party.

Make it quick.
I can't carry it any further.

That's far enough.

I recommend
that you don't move
until nightfall.

I may still be out there
in the trees somewhere.

And if I see you again,
I'll kill you.

You're keeping me alive?

Apparently.

You're Kodiak Pride,
aren't you?

What if I am?

I was right...

about what I was carrying.

It was an honor.

Kodiak.

Kodiak Pride.

Kodiak.

My lineage was also proud.

The Kodiak were entrusted
with the remains
of the original progenitor.

You've actually seen
the body of Drago Museveni?

As a child.

Mummified remains
were enshrined
in our fasthold.

From all over the known worlds
would make pilgrimages
to see it.

We lived under
a permanent truce,
and our allies...

guaranteed our safety.

Until the Drago-Kasov pride

claimed they were
the Progenitor's
rightful keepers.

We fought so very fiercely.

Authorized.
Provide voice code.

Voice code.

Retribution.

Authorized.
Locks disengaged.

Drago Museveni, I presume?

Spread out
and find the Kodiak.

Remember, we need him alive,
so no mistakes.

Stay down! Stay down!

Please. Reach for your gun.
Give me an excuse.

You said you'd kill me
next time you saw me.

Care to try your luck?

I said that I'd kill you.

I didn't say when.

Hey, you just missed the fun.

I snuck past
an entire Nietzschean
battle group

and left them
chasing their own tails.

Andromeda kept me up to date.

It looked like
you had everything
well in hand.

Thanks for
the vote of confidence.

You've earned it.
But one thing bothers me.

What's that?

I was curious
about how you managed
to track Tyr,

so I had Andromeda
review your link-up
with the Drift.

I had no idea
you were so good
with I.S. systems.

Ah. You found my hack.

Ah.

I did. You rifled through
the station's entire database.

And I found
Tyr's departure route.

Hmm. Among other things.

You copied files
from all over the Drift.

Scientific research reports,
archeological journals,
shipping data.

Somehow, I get the feeling
that Tyr wasn't all
you were looking for.

Dylan, really,
why do you think I'm here?

I mean, you won't let me
use Andromeda
for running cargo.

I'm not allowed to mine.

God knows
you're not paying me.

I like your whole idea
of the Commonwealth,

but do you really think
that's the only thing
that's keeping me around?

I prefer to.

Come on, Dylan.

Your entire crew
has an ulterior motive.

Rev Bem wants
to use your Commonwealth
to spread his faith.

Harper is in lust
with your ship.

Tyr's always
plotting something,

and God only knows what,
uh, the purple one's up to.

Does it really surprise you
to find out that
I'm no different?

No. I suppose not.

I'm here, aren't I?

For now.

Okay, the way things
are going these days,
now is all we've got.

Nemo.

Nemo.

You shouldn't be here.
Stay low.

I'll try to get you away
from them.

Wait for me.
I'll get Breyon.

I should leave.
Head out on my own.

And go where?
You need a guide.

Hey!

Why are you doing this?

Maybe the madness
finally got me, too.

Nemo! Come inside,
quick! Nemo!

I wouldn't.

Smart little kludge.

See.

I told you
I could find him for you.

And you.
Garbage removed, I'd say.

I'm sorry, Nemo.

I don't blame you.

How touching.

Now, about my reward.

Of course.

Humans.

Intimidation and strength
are the only currency
a Nietzschean needs.

Wouldn't you agree?

You kill me,
and you'll never
find your prize.

That's where intimidation
comes in.

Either you tell us
what we want to know,

or we'll kill your friends.

Fine.

No!

I'm all right.

There.

That takes care of that.

Now, the crate.

I'll lead you to it.

But you let them go, first.

No, they come with us,
for insurance.

Lead on.

There's one thing
I don't understand.

Why do you care
about these kludges?

They're nothing.

Nothing...

they're the people
who feed you,

the people who clothe you.
If it weren't
for enslaved worlds,

the Drago-Kasov Pride
would cease to exist.

Ruling over them
doesn't make you strong,

it makes you dependent
and weak.

Strong enough
to turn Kodiak Pride to dust.

I should have killed you.

It's this way.

Wait!

You go first.

We don't want any surprises.

Go to hell.

You see,
they do it to themselves.

Stop!

Now, it works both ways,
doesn't it?

So long as I'm trying
to protect them,
you can force me to cooperate.

But just as soon
as they're dead,
I'll have nothing to lose.

Only one problem.

There's two of them,
and I have a spare.

Breyon, do as he says.

You heard her.

Call for reinforcements!

Breyon!

I'll take it from here.

He's a high-priced mercenary.

Tyr.

Tyr.

Tyr Anasazi.

Give up! You're nothing!

You're no one!

You're wrong.

I am Tyr Anasazi
of Kodiak Pride!

Out of Victoria
by Barbarossa!

And I...

will never...

surrender!

Is he all right?

I think he'll be okay.

Go!

There's no way out.

Give it up. Now!

Fine.

Reseal the cave.
Pump it full of nerve gas.

Excuse us.

I don't know what kind of game
you're playing here,
but nerve gas,

I would have to say,
is out of bounds.

That's a charged forcelance
pointed at you. I'd play nice.

Friends of yours?

Yes. I believe they are.

Beka says she's got the Maru
up and running again.

That's a pleasant surprise.

Rather like your arrival.

In the old days,
when High Guard officers

went missing
in enemy territory,
we found them,

no matter what.

These aren't the old days.

Not yet,
but I'm working on it.

Better get going,
before the Drago-Kasov
bring in more troops.

I'll need just a few minutes.

Dylan,

thank you.

So, what will you do?

I had considered staying...

though I couldn't
quite tell you why.

You risked your life
for whatever is in that crate.

I'm betting you're not gonna
just forget about it.

And even if you wanted to,

do you really think
the Dragons
would leave you alone?

I might ask you
the same question.

Midden is a big planet.

Breyon and I we can move,

disappear.

But you could never do that.

There is another option.

You and Breyon could come
with m...

us.

And join you
on your grand adventure?

I've had enough adventure
to last a lifetime.

All I want is to tend my nets,

to grow old on the same world
where I was born.

Plus, on adventures,
people die.

And I don't want to
see you, or anyone else
I care about, die.

Not again.

I guess that makes me
a coward.

You're much braver
than you know.

So...

live well...

Yvaine Gwennens-daughter.

Live well,

Tyr Anasazi.

Out of Victoria

by Barbarossa.

So, Tyr.

Are you ever going to tell me
what we're transporting, here?

Something that belongs to me.

Something that's belonged
to me all along.