Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 1, Episode 5 - Double Helix - full transcript

[MOTOR WHIRRING]

[SWISHING]

[GRUNTING]

[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

HARPER: You're welcome.
For what?

The lips. I, uh, spent a lot
of time getting those just
the right shape, right texture.

Hm. How very
thoughtful of you.

Why? You don't like 'em?

No. No, I do.
They're very... lip-like.

Then why the look?
Which, by the way,
remember, I programmed

into your facial vectors
to express displeasure.



I can't help but notice
that you engineered

my humanoid form
with certain... features.

That, strictly speaking,
aren't necessary
for my normal operations.

Uh...

I guess I'm
wondering, Harper.

When you made this body,
who did you do it for?

Ah, uh, well, for you,
Rommie. Absolutely! For...

Okay, I know
that look, too.

It means, "Harper,
you're full of it." Uh...

Technically...
for both of us?

Oh, really?

Okay, Rommie,
you're taking
this all wrong.

I mean, for you...

because I wanted you
to feel the full advantages



of being a human woman.
You deserve it.

And, for me...
in the capacity
of an engineer

who Prides himself
on perfectionism.

I just wanted everything
to be just right.

So. When you handled
certain parts of me,

did you wear gloves?

[ALARM BUZZING]

ANDROMEDA: All hands
report to command.

Status, Rommie.

I'm detecting
signs of combat.

Multiple vectors.
Mostly in the asteroid belt.

Secure from fueling.

I thought this system
was uninhabited.

Apparently not
as uninhabited
as we thought.

[SPEAKING THAN]

They're speaking Than.

Translation, please.

Some sort of confrontation
between the Than-Thre-Kull
and... Nietzschean.

Nietzschean?

That's strange.
The maps don't show any
Neitzchean settlements.

Do we have visuals?

[DIGITAL BEEPS]

Ah, hit your thrusters!
Duke right! Duke right!
He's on your six!

REV: Eternal life
grant unto them,

and may perpetual
light shine upon them.

I'm receiving
a distress signal
from a crippled Than ship.

Establish communications.

[SPEAKING THAN]

REV: They've lost all power.
She's being targeted
by Nietzschean fighters.

We can save her.

Harper, rig Hangar seven
for rescue. Beka, plot
a course to intercept.

Tyr, report to command.

You don't even know
what this conflict is about!

We'll sort that out later.
Right now, that Than
needs our help.

Tell the pilot
we'll secure her craft
inside in ten minutes.

Captain Hunt!
Your blind idealism
will get us all killed!

Idealism's gotten me
this far, Tyr. I must be
doing something right.

Let's hope you're here to pat
yourself on the back tomorrow!

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

NARRATOR: 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.

[OPENING CREDITS
MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHIRRING]

Harper, open the hangar.
Prepare for retrieval.

Opening the hangar door
in the middle of combat.
This should be fun.

Dylan, as much as I hate
to sound like Tyr,

how does saving
one Than justify
risking an entire ship?

DYLAN: This is more than
just a rescue mission.

If we can negotiate
a treaty between the Than

and the Nietzscheans,
we'll put the Commonwealth
back on the map.

Decide to join us.

If you insist upon risking
our lives, I intend to see
to our survival.

By all means.

Broadcast on all frequencies.

This is the Starship
Andromeda Ascendant.

To all combatants, cease your
hostilities immediately.

The Than acknowledge
the cease-fire.

The Nietzscheans?

No answer.

[LASER FIRE]

I'd call that a definite "No".

Yeah. That was very bad.

Where did that come from?

It appears to be
a plasma cannon

from one of the asteroids.

Looks like some kind
of Nietzschean colony.

TYR: I've got it!
Target locked.

Hold your fire! There's still
a Than ship out there.

Save her first.
Then we can worry
about the cannon.

Dylan, this is not
ship-to-ship weaponry.

If they turn their fire on us,
it's really gonna hurt.

I'm betting it takes
them a while to reload.

Harper, proceed
with the rescue.

Opening the hangar doors.

And deactivating
after point defenses.

Oh, look,
we're a target now.

TYR: They're recharging.
They're firing!

Got it! Closing the doors.
Come on, come on!

TYR: They're firing again!

Tyr, return fire!
Hard and fast!

They're not returning fire.

Maybe we got their attention.
Damage report.

The hit took out
MTP thrusters
three and five.

Maximum speed is down
to 39 PSL. I can't take many
more hits like that.

I'm receiving a hail.

Beka go get Trance
and check on our new friend.
Andromeda, Rev, Harper...

Damage control.

You got it.

On Screen.

[DIGITAL BEEPS]

I'm Guderian, Alpha
of the Orca Pride.
Identify yourself.

This is Captain Dylan Hunt
of the starship
Andromeda Ascendant.

Are you allied
with the bugs?

No, I represent
the Systems Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth?

Why not the Confederate
States of America?

Or the Lost Knights
of Teutonia Six?

We're here to help.

Really? To help us?

You have a funny
way of showing it.

We only fired in self-defense,
but we would prefer to mediate.

Helping negotiate a peaceful
settlement with the Than.

The Than have been attacking
my people for over 50 years!

Somehow I don't think
you can stop that.

I'd like to try.

Our goal is to restore peace,
establish law and order.

I think you could
use some of each.

Maybe you're right.

If it'll keep the Than
from killing my children,

then by all means,
let's talk business.

But first, let's end
this standoff.

If you could redirect
your weapons...

If you lower your guard,
he'll have a clean shot
and he'll take it.

I see you have
a Nietzschean on board.

Yes, he's a good example
of the re-established
Commonwealth.

Neitzcheans and humans
working in peaceful coexistence.

Very well, if it makes him
feel more comfortable,

let's leave our weapons on.

But do come down, Captain,
and bring the Nietzschean.

Talking is the important thing.

We'll see you soon.
Andromeda out.

I take it you think
that was too easy.

Much. I don't think
you should go.

Why not?

During the uprising,
it was a common
Nietzschean tactic

to capture High Guard officers
and use them as human shields
against their own ships.

And you think that's
Guderian's intention?
I'm certain of it.

All right, that explains why
he wants me down there.
Why does he want you?

He wants to kill me.
I know how he thinks.

Then what do you suggest.

I'll need an armored vehicle.

Something that can
take some hits.

A Lancer Drop Pod
should do the trick.

I'll have Andromeda
get one prepped and ready.

If you need all that,
maybe you shouldn't go.
We can talk from a distance.

Talking won't
accomplish anything.

[GUN COCKING]

Right now, the only reason
we're alive is because
of this standoff.

And the only way we'll
survive it is if I can

find out their plans
before they destroy us.

What if there's a chance,
even one in a thousand

that Guderian really
does want to talk peace?

Then I'll come
back and get you.

If I'm not back in a day,
launch everything you've got
at them and get out of here.

Quickly.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHEEZING]

DIMITRI: It's empty.

DIMITRI: Where'd he go?
It's a diversion.

Five more pods landed.

Aren't we the clever one.
Cover all the entrances!

DIMITRI: Blue squad,
come with me. Red, this way!

[DIGITAL BEEPS]

HARPER: How is the bug?

The Than. Try to be
polite to our guest.

She should be clicking
and popping by the end
of the week. Why do you ask?

Because I got the mission
parameters from bug-girl's...

the Than's on-board computer.

I wanted to get confirmation
before I told Dylan.

No. We don't have time.
We're gonna have to take
it on faith.

According to the Than's
on-board computer,

the Nietzscheans
we're dealing
with are pirates.

This Pride has been raiding
the Than's supply routes
for over fifty years.

Doesn't the Than Empire
have one of the largest fleets
in the known world?

So why haven't they
caught them by now?

Could they, uh, I dunno,
maybe move the asteroid out
of its orbit or something?

Maybe with a pulse
plasma cannon.

That would explain why they
don't appear on the Than's
asteroid charts.

Until now, one of the
Than scouts escaped

after the Nietzscheans
fired their weapon.

Which means a Than
fleet's on its way
with blood on its mind.

In the old days,
we'd arrest the pirates.

[CHUCKLES]
In the old days.

Yeah. By holding hands
with Nietzscheans,

we're not exactly on
the side of the angels.

Well, then, we turn
them into angels.

The Nietzscheans spent
centuries as peaceful members
of the Commonwealth.

They can do it again
if we create the right
environment.

Hello! They're pirates!
They're enemies!

Do I not destroy my enemy
by making him my friend?

Thank you.

Okay, fine. Trust the mission,
trust the mission. I'm with you.

On the bright side,
we have sent the Nietzscheans

our well-known ambassador
of friendship, Tyr.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

DIMITRI: Clear!
MAN: Clear!

Shall we begin
our negotiation?

Nicely done.

Let him go and we'll give
you some of our cargo.

[GUN COCKING]

GUDERIAN: Or, we could consider
some alternative solutions.

I've got a suggestion.

You turn your cannon
away from our ship,

and I'll return
this potential
husband and father.

Dimitri would rather die than
to have me reveal this,

but unfortunately for you,

your hostage is sterile,
and worthless.

Let him go, perhaps
I'll let you live.

Worthless? Is that so?

Then why does
she look so interested?

Go ahead! Shoot us!
If you insist.

No!

Freya, we can bond
you with someone
better than my brother.

I don't care about Dimitri.

I want him.

Freya, he jumped me
from behind!

Exactly. He outwitted you.

Which makes him a better
breeding specimen.

But Freya, I'm fertile.
I can father your children.

Not if you're dead!
Now, be quiet!

I've got a proposal
to consider.

OLMA: I'll be the one
who judges that.

Mm... strapping.

Strong shoulders.

And your calf muscles
very impressive.

You might be a good
addition to our Pride.

Muscles aren't everything.

True. So, why don't you
release Dimitri

and tell me
your lineage.

What's the matter?
Genes inferior?

Let him go
and talk to me.

Talk, perhaps.
Let him go?

I don't think so.

OLMA: Very promising.

But I still need to know
what Pride you're from.

I am Kodiak.

ALL: Kodiak.
[LAUGH]

Kodiak? That Pride
was destroyed
20 years ago...

Destroyed, yes.
Betrayed by our allies.

Allies including Orca Pride,
if memory serves me.

Kodiak is gone,
but I survive.

And I am Tyr Anasazi,
out of Victoria by Barbarossa!

Barbarossa, son of Hannibal,
or Barbarossa, son of Temujin?

Temujin.

He has good lineage.
I approve.

If Freya wants him,
I have no objections.

Assuming I accept.

A fertile female,
an established Pride,

you should take her up on it
before she changes her mind.

And besides, we could
use some new DNA.

OLMA: Of course
this is all contingent
on the one true test.

A genetic sample.

[MUMBLES]

Help yourself.

[DRUMS BEATING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

TYR: Guderian seems well-liked.

FREYA: He's the most successful
Alpha in our Pride's history.

He's a great father
and family man.

He has 22 children
and a dozen wives.

You know, you speak
as though you admire him.

Why haven't you
chosen him?

And be Guderian's
thirteenth wife?

Maybe I was thinking
I could do better.

My great-great-grandfather
Bolivar was also an Alpha.

As was his father's father,
all the way back to Saladin.

Saladin?
Saladin Cree?

Founder of my line.

Olma says that my offspring
can't help but be Alpha's.

And what about your Pride,
the 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.

His mummified remains
were enshrined in our fast-hold.

Nietzscheans 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-Kazov
Pride claimed

they were the Progenitor's
rightful keepers.

We fought so very fiercely.

Foolishly, we thought
our allies would protect us,

but on the day of battle,
the other Prides abandoned us.

Those of the Kodiak
that weren't killed
were displaced, exiled.

I saw my mother...

...she was slow.

I became a mercenary.
And I gave up looking
for a home.

In that case,
I have good news.

The test is complete.
His genes are excellent.

Welcome to Orca Pride.

Now, you have a home.

[RAPID BEEPS]

You called?

People in your faith,
do they practice confession?

If they like.

Why?

I have something
to confess.

I'm here to make peace
with the Nietzscheans,

but inside me,
I want to kill every
single one of them

because of him.
Gaheris Rhade.

Hm... the first
officer of your ship.

More than that.
My friend.

He was supposed to be
the best man at my wedding

and then he betrayed me.

Because I trusted him,
the Nietzschean invasion
got past my ship

and the Commonwealth
was destroyed.

I lost my crew, my family,
my friends...

my fiance.

I lost the time and age
I belonged to, Rev.

Hell, I lost
civilization itself!

And now you're wondering,
is it worth reaching out
to Nietzscheans?

They're genetically
engineered to be paranoid

and selfish and treacherous.
Am I right to be prejudiced?

As a Magog, my own genes
predispose me to slaughter
indiscriminately,

eat my victims,

lay eggs in the paralyzed
bodies of sentient beings.

I think if you were
truly prejudiced,

you would have shot
me on sight.

It's not the same.

You're a Wayist.
You're the most
peaceful person I know.

Ah. Then in each species,
no matter how horrible,

there's room
for improvement.

You don't have to forget.
You don't even have to forgive.

But you must look for the good
in the beings you encounter.

Otherwise, your restored
Commonwealth will be
founded on distrust,

and it will be over
before it even begins.

Why didn't they kill ya?

I mean, not that I'm not
glad to see you or anything.

I got them to accept
me into their Pride.

Hey, aren't we
the smooth talker.

So, uh, any chance
they'll negotiate?

None.

The Than fleet
is two days away,

the only way Orca Pride
can defeat them
is by using the Andromeda.

And they think
I'm going to help
deliver it to them.

Um. I hate
to ask, but...

Am I?

[GROWLING]

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

Come on, boy.
Let's go have
a look at this.

[CONTINUES LAUGHING]

Funny guy.

BEKA: Nice.

A blaster and a fusion
engine, all in one.

According to the specs,
when they open
the cannon's bore,

they can achieve
nearly seven million
newtons of thrust.

More than enough
to alter their orbit.

Which they do routinely
at the first sign of danger.

Unfortunately
for the Nietzscheans,

this little standoff of ours
has blocked that option.

HARPER: Okay, I may not
be an expert, but, uh,

this is one
hell of a gun,

and I do not want to be
its target again!

So, let's run?

We're not going anywhere.
We finish what we started.

[IMITATES RADIO SOUND]
Urgent message
for Dylan Hunt.

These Nietzscheans
don't want to be members
of the commonwealth.

Look. These Nietzscheans can't
live off of piracy forever.

Sooner or later,
the Than will crush them.

They have no future,
unless we help them.

They won't negotiate so long
as they perceive themselves
to be in a position of strength.

Then we'll have to limit
their options.

Which means
neutralizing that gun.

TYR: There may be a way.

However, if they
catch me, they'll
open fire,

so you'll need a way
to protect yourselves.

I'm open to suggestions.

Well, now that we know
how that cannon works,

we can reconfigure
the ram-scoop to deflect
the charged plasma.

That would disable
our sensors.

We'd be blinder
than a Nightsider
in sunshine.

Unavoidable, I'm afraid.

Don't tell me
you're considering this!

We may as well poke out
our own eyes

with knitting needles,
or just ram our heads...

Thank you for your
input, Mr. Harper.

Yeah, but there
must be another way.

I'm sorry. No offense,
Tyr, but you're one of them.

BEKA: How do we know
you're not on their side?

Were I in your position,
I would ask the same question.

However, you hear this

I am not "one of them",
and I never will be.

They are Orca Pride,
I am Kodiak.

When my Pride was destroyed,
they were among its betrayers,

and while they may pretend
to make me welcome,

I know I am not.

Destroy them, convert them,
leave them alone.

It's all the same to me.

Harper says the ram-scoop
deflector will be up
in less than an hour.

Perfect.

One thing.

In light of our vulnerability
to surprise attack,

we can't let them know
that there are only five
of us up here.

So as far as they're concerned,
we've got a full crew,

four thousand people
and a lancer regiment.

Clear?

GUDERIAN:
I wasn't sure you
were coming back.

I wasn't sure
I'd still be welcome.

We both got better
than we expected.
It was a good day.

I brought you a gift.

For your collection.

A High Guard force lance.

Nice balance.

It's a mere toy,
compared to the real prize.

Yes. The Andromeda Ascendant.

[BUZZES]

GUDERIAN: You think I'm a fool?

You downloaded the schematics
of my plasma cannon,
didn't you?

Yes.

I gave them
to Captain Hunt,
to win his trust.

Is that why you
gave this to me?

To win my trust?

You've given him everything!
Now we're helpless against them.

No! They're helpless
against us!

Talk fast.

I've blinded their sensors.

Now, instead of listening
to their ultimatums
from down here,

we can approach
them undetected,

and deliver our ultimatum
from inside their command.

You really think I'd walk
into such an obvious trap?

I have less than
300 combatants!

What good is that against
a crew of thousands?

None.

But there are no thousands
on the Andromeda.

How many?

Five.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

This anode plate.
It's worn. Replace it.

[DIGITAL BEEPS]

[WHIRRING]

Stop right now!
What are you doing?

Dimitri, I haven't the time.

[GROWLING]

Guderian!

I caught him with this.

I have to calibrate
the cannon's pulse charge.

At worst, we want
to disable the ship,
not blow it out of the sky.

How do we know
you're not trying
to sabotage it?

TYR: You look at me.
I'm alone. I'm childless.

I've spent my
entire life trying
to prove myself

so that a female would claim me
for her own. Freya chose me!

Finally, finally,

I have a chance to be
what every fiber
in our being strives

to be a husband
and a father.

Why should I have to explain
this to you, Guderian?

You, with your
twelve wives.

Freya will be my first,
but only if I can
prevent the Than

from destroying this rock.
So, you tell me!

What's in my best interest?

Let him do his job.

Your move, captain.

Careful. Ten moves
until I win.

Do you have to do that?

It's incredibly annoying.

I just thought you
deserved fair warning.

Uh-huh. Ten moves until I win.

I've been playing Go
with you for three years now.

Why do you still treat
winning like it's a matter
of life and death?

Because it is.

You don't really understand
Nietzscheans, do you?

Enlighten me.

To lose is to be
proven inferior.

[DRUMS BEATING]

If I'm inferior,
my genes are suspect,

and no Nietzschean
female will choose me.

If no Nietzschean females
will choose me,

I can't reproduce.
Then, when I die,
my genes die.

But if I win, that indicates
my genes must be good.

I get chosen
by more females.

And the more I get chosen,
the more I pass on my genes.

The more my genes
get passed on,

the more of me lives,
eternally.

To a Nietzschean,

a game is never
just a game.

That's a pretty cold
way to look at life.

Truth is cold.

Maybe, but if you ask me,
you're missing out on a lot.

Like what?

Like love.

Oh. We have love.

I'm not talking about
being nice to others.

I'm talking about
what I feel for Sarah.

Love, Rhade. It's...
it's like magic.

There is no magic,
just science you
don't understand.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

You may feel intensely
attracted to your fiance.

You may feel pleasure
when you breed,
but this isn't magic.

Your DNA has evolved
this way so you'll reproduce.

Nietzscheans know
this explicitly.

That is why the most
important thing

a Nietzschean female
can give her chosen male
is the double helix.

It represents the male
and female's DNA,

now bound
together by metal.

It confers the most
honored titles

a Nietzschean male can hold,

...husband and father.

You see, it's not that
we don't love, it's better,

because everything we do
furthers our reproduction.

Everything in our
lives is an intense,

sexually charged
negotiation.

[CHUCKLES]

All right,
I think we've just
reached the, uh,

too much information stage.
[LAUGHS]

[EXHALES]

Your move.

What happened
to my five D four?

You had no piece there.

Yes. I did.

Unless you cheated.

What do you mean?

It's only cheating
if you get caught.

Rhade!
I tried to warn you!

Three years we've been
playing this game.

Have you always
been cheating?
Haven't you?

Why would I cheat?

The same reason I do.
So that you can win.

Why didn't I listen?

You were warning me.

You'd do anything to win.
Even kill me.

[GROANING]

Gaheris, what have you done?

I'm proud of you.

You should be.

You were proud for me.

Because I won.

Another round?

Yes.

Andromeda, gradual adjust
AP Solenoid Valve

to increase the anti-proton
mass by 10% an hour until
my explicit counter-order.

ANDROMEDA:
Are you sure, captain?

I've never been more sure.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

So, now what?

You want more?

[MOANING]

I wonder, who are you?

Everything deep
loves masks.

What are you thinking?

It's complicated.

Of course it is.

Options, plans, plots.

So many things to weigh,
so many decisions to consider.

The question is...

will your final
decision include me?

What if my decision
includes you only?

As first female
to an Alpha.

Tyr. It's time.

[WHIRRING]

Tyr's pod is landing
in hangar four.

Good. What's the status
of the Than fleet?

They've transited
to normal space.

ETA?

Less than two hours.

Then move to intercept.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

I've been hit
by the plasma cannon.
Rommie, are you all right?

ROMMIE: I'm barely damaged.

Almost all of the plasma
stream was deflected.

But there's something else.
Airlock's opening!

TYR: That's the sound
of Nietzscheans boarding,

Captain Hunt.

[WHEEZING]

[ENTHRALLING MUSIC PLAYING]

ANDROMEDA: Systems disrupted.
Internal defenses off-line.

Hey, if you're looking
for the restrooms,

they're uh, down the hall
and around the corner,

uh, back the way
you came.

Amusing.
[CLICKS FINGER]

Split up, we'll meet
in command.

This way.
Get her.

Ouch!

ANDROMEDA: Intruder alert!
Intruder alert!

Tour's over. Go home.

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

[SPRAYING]

[GRUNTING]

Rev! They'll kill you!

GUDERIAN: Stop!

[THUD]

GUDERIAN: Don't shoot.
[SCREAMING]

Don't kill them.

[SNARLING]

They might turn out
to be useful. Bring them.

[REV GROWLING]

Tyr, you forgot to mention
you were bringing guests.

You can deactivate
the ram-scoop
deflector, captain.

You'll see you're surrounded.

Andromeda, you heard him.

ANDROMEDA: Ram-scoop
deflector deactivated.

[DIGITAL BEEPS AND CLICKS]

Like my force lance.

I like all of your
equipment, captain.

Especially Andromeda.
Now hand it over to me.

Just let me check
one thing first.

Rommie, what's the status
on the AP Power Converter?

Currently, anti-proton mass
in the combustion chamber

is at 124% of maximum
recommended capacity.

The chamber is designed
to take 125% before
complete system failure.

How long until
the ship explodes?

Unless I receive your explicit
counter-order to begin

to begin emergency
decompression,
three minutes.

I'm not inclined
to give that order.

I was hoping to persuade you
to join the Commonwealth.

I always knew
that was a long-shot.

But one thing I'm not
prepared to do is turn
this ship over to pirates.

Or anyone else,
for that matter.

Two minutes,
forty five seconds.

[ALARM BLARING]

ANDROMEDA: Warning.
Systems Critical.
Warning. Systems Critical.

You're bluffing.

Two minutes,
thirty seconds.

Anyway, destroying the ship
may be a little extreme,

but it's the only
backup plan I've got.

How about you?

None, huh?
Then that's too bad.

Tyr! Call me crazy,
but I'm betting
you've got a backup plan.

Always.

The plasma cannon!

Gone.

But the Than.
We're defenseless.

No. Just disarmed.
But we can protect you.

Join the Commonwealth.
Together, we can negotiate
with the Than.

You'd die before
you'd turn over your ship.

Well, I'd die before
I'd serve you.

ANDROMEDA: One minute.

GUDERIAN: Return
to the fighters.

Perhaps now you'll know
how my Pride felt after
the Orca betrayed them.

Wandering the galaxies
without a home. Inferior!

Your betrayal
also betrays Freya.

You and your people
had better collect
your things

and leave the asteroid
before the Than arrive.

You're right.

GUDERIAN: I'll save them.
My wives, my Pride,
my 22 children,

all of whom will seek
revenge on you.

[ALARM BLARING]

[WHISPERS] Kodiak!

Andromeda, begin
emergency venting.

ANDROMEDA:
Emergency venting. Aye.

[SPEAKING THAN]

My grub farm
is not much,

but you're more than
welcome to visit.

Maybe we'll take
you up on that.

I think our friend
is ready to join her fleet.

[SPEAKING THAN]

The Than Hegemony
also expresses its gratitude

to the Commonwealth
for ridding its sector
of Nietzschean criminals.

[SPEAKING THAN]

They respect us as a force
for peace in the galaxy.

You got what
you wanted.

Not really,
but it's a start.

[WHIRRING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm sorry your decision
cost you the status
of husband and father.

It was part
of the plan.

I was always
on your side.

If it had been necessary,
you would have killed me.

You played your options
right to the end.

Guderian was set
to kill me.

I wasn't on Guderian's side.

Of course not.
You'd never serve Guderian.

You'd have turned
and killed him,
sent for Freya,

and used the Andromeda
to found your own Pride.

Really?

Isn't that what's
best for Tyr?

I'm proud of you.

Why?

You're thinking
like a Nietzschean.

[SCOFFS]

If I were thinking like
a Nietzschean, I'd kill you.

Why don't you?

Because my mission
is to restore civilization.

If I can't persuade you,
a member of my own crew,

how can I win over
the rest of the galaxy?

Just when I thought you'd
controlled your blind idealism,

you say something like that.

So, are you...

endeavoring
to trust me, then?

I trust Tyr...

to be Tyr.

[PODS WHEEZING]

[BABY CRYING]

On the one hand, he won.

He outsmarted us all,
including Guderian.

He is a worthy father.

On the other hand,
he betrayed us.

He abandoned you.

And killing us would
be less painful than what
we must now endure.

He is an unworthy husband.

The decision is yours.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]