Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Ties That Blind - full transcript
Answering a distress call from a Wayist vessel, Beka is surprised to find her brother aboard. Most of the crew seem suspicious of the pair of newcomers, most of all Rafe Valentine, given his sleazy history. When he steals the Maru to visit a monastery, Beka's warnings seem to be true. However, when she finds him at a Wayist monastery, she believes that he really has turned a new leaf.
Again. Harder.
Stop. Watch.
The punch should begin
at the soles of your feet
and end at the back
of your opponent's skull.
Well, I don't want
to hurt you.
Let me worry about that.
Okay.
Hi-Ho!
What was that?
You told me to
choose a Ki-yai.
A sharp exhalation
to focus energy and
intimidate the opponent.
And you chose "Hi-Ho"?
Is that a bad one?
You might want
to choose another,
unless you intend
to incapacitate your opponents
with laughter. Hmm?
Okay. Um... all right,
I've got one. Ready?
Hee-Haw!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
Yee-haw! Way to go, Harper!
I thought Harper was refitting
our G-Array on Mitner Drift.
Yeah, he was. He took a detour
on the way back. Infinity Atoll.
He flew all the way to Infinity
just to go surfing?
Just? It's the pan-galactic
surfing championships.
Do the words
absent without leave mean
anything to you people?
Huh?
As of last Tuesday,
48th place.
How's he doing?
That doesn't sound
so good.
Out of 10,000 entries.
There are 10,000
insane surfers out there?
And ours is one of the craziest.
Dylan, Beka, we're
receiving a distress call.
It's from a Wayist
courier ship,
the Om Shanti.
Andromeda, on-screen.
Take us in.
Andromeda, this is
the Om Shanti.
We have been attacked and
are severely damaged.
Our slipstream drive
is inoperable.
We need immediate assistance.
I say again, this is
the Om Shanti hailing
the Andromeda Ascendant.
Serenity Khalsa?
You know him?
Mmm... Vikram Singh Khalsa,
a great man,
revered among Wayists.
Dylan, we must save him.
That's the plan.
Beka, deploy the grapples.
Andromeda, maximum
velocity to intercept.
Rev Bem, tell them
we're on our way.
Help, someone.
The Serenity needs help.
Is anyone else on board?
No.
Rommie, get Trance
down here, now!
Rafe?
Beka?
You two know each other?
You could say that.
Dylan Hunt,
meet Raphael Valentine,
my brother.
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.
Andromeda, vitals.
Radiation levels
normal. Respiration depressed,
and heart rate accelerated.
There are some
odd discrepancies.
We must save him.
The Serenity is
a light among Wayists.
A philosopher, a teacher,
a peacemaker.
And a human,
which means that patching him
up is easy as cake.
Easy as pie.
Are you sure about that?
I think that making pie is
a lot harder than cake.
Just fix him, Trance.
Oh, he'll be fine.
Compared to baking,
brain surgery is a snap.
We better wait here.
Is there somewhere quiet
I can go to pray
for His Serenity's health?
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
No, I never joke about prayer.
I give up. You look like Rafe,
you sound like Rafe...
you sure as hell aren't acting
like any Valentine I know.
So who are you,
and what have you done
with my brother?
Rocket, I really have changed.
No one's called me Rocket
since dad died.
I pray for him
every day, you know.
Damn. I'd forgotten
how good you are.
Good? What do you mean?
Good at what?
The scam. The con.
When Rafe Valentine
gets into character,
he goes all the way.
Marks don't stand a chance.
This isn't a con.
I really have found the Way.
Yeah. The way into
Khalsa's bank account.
You can drop the act.
Nobody here but us Valentines.
Beka, I've lied.
I've cheated.
I've caused you pain,
but I swear. I swear...
I've changed.
"I've changed, I swear."
Where have I heard that before?
Oh, yeah, it was the time
that you joined that Vedran
commune and stole
all their farm equipment.
Or, oh no, I remember,
it was the time
that you took off
with that neo-hippy chick.
What were you gonna do,
save trees or something?
I bet you made
a fortune in lumber.
I deserve that. And more.
Tell you what, just for today,
you watch what I do,
and you decide.
You tell me if
I'm the same old Rafe,
or if I indeed have
turned over a new leaf.
Inch of ligament,
touch of nerve tissue...
Trance, please, quickly.
Stop!
What are you doing?
Serenity, please,
we're here to help you.
This is Trance Gemini.
She's going to inject nanobots
to repair your injuries.
No. That is completely
unnecessary.
Divine compassion
is my medicine.
The universe is my healer.
Trust me. Nanobots
are much more reliable.
No, Trance, please leave him.
I apologize, Serenity.
I did not realize you were
committed to the Mountain Path.
The What Path?
The Mountain Path
is the purest
and most demanding
form of Wayism...
complete and utter
acceptance of everything
the universe presents,
even sickness, even death.
If the universe has
no further use of this shell,
who am I to argue?
Yes, but what if I am
an instrument of the Divine?
Then who are you
to refuse my treatment?
Little girl, you would
debate a dying man?
Yes. But you're not dying.
Good.
Then stop hovering over me
with your needles.
Heh... what manner of adventure
have you in store for me today?
She's magnificent...
awe-inspiring.
Why, thank you.
Captain Hunt, I can't
thank you enough
for answering our call...
for saving His Serenity.
You're welcome.
Maybe you can fill me in
on what happened.
Who was trying to kill you?
This time.
I wish I knew.
They came out of nowhere...
never said a word,
just started firing on us.
I was taking His Serenity
to peace talks
with the Restorians.
- Restorians?
- Uh, eco-terrorists.
They came out of nowhere
about three years ago,
and they've been devastating
the space lanes ever since.
The Restorians say
it's bad enough to
despoil your own planet,
but space travel
encourages colonization,
and colonization damages
indigenous cultures
and exterminates native ecology.
They can't allow that.
And they're going
to stop it by
blowing up starships?
Well, according
to their logic,
if you can't get from
one planet to another,
you can't screw up anything
but your own back yard.
Shockingly, a lot of people
find their methods
a little extreme.
Especially the Free
Trade Alliance.
They've been having talks
about mounting a major campaign
against the Restors.
Singh Khalsa was trying
to bring both
sides to negotiate.
But someone didn't want
the meeting to take place.
Ten guilders
on the eco-terrorists.
The FTA would never shoot
anything when they could
just tax it to death.
We'll take you to your meeting.
We will?
The Restorians are
shooting at starships.
We are on a starship.
Peace talks sound
like a good thing.
Hello, Tyr.
Have you come to
join me in meditation?
Meditation is
for weak people
with troubled minds.
Is your mind troubled?
You have an interesting way
of starting
a philosophical discussion.
Save the sophistry for Dylan.
I don't have the time.
When the Om Shanti hailed us,
they asked for us by name.
How did they know
where we were?
I presume you have a theory.
You gave the Wayists
our location.
Of course.
The Andromeda and the Wayists
have many common goals.
Informing the Way of our mission
has obvious advantages.
Just not so obvious
that you bothered
to inform Dylan. Or me.
Perhaps I was too indiscriminate
with my colleagues.
So, you expect me
to believe that this was
all just an oversight?
I don't expect you
to believe anything.
Now if we're through,
I'd like to get back
to my troubled mind.
Tread carefully, Wayist.
I don't like surprises.
And, I suspect,
neither does Dylan.
So, your brother's a...
uh... brother.
If Rafe Valentine's a monk,
I'm a vestal virgin.
You don't think
his arrival here
was an accident.
Andromeda, how many
sentients are there
in this sector of the galaxy?
223 billion, approximately.
And he just stumbles into us?
Valentines don't play longshots.
Tell you what, while
I check up on Singh Khalsa,
you keep an eye on Rafe.
I always keep an eye on Rafe...
and the other eye
on the silverware.
This is
the rad signature
of the Om Shanti,
and this is the radiation tag
of the stealth destroyer that
attacked us at Ro Capricornus.
They're identical.
As you suspected.
So, we were forced into
a sun and bathed
in radiation by Restors.
Who'd rather destroy
themselves than be captured.
Or identified, I suppose.
Good. Our enigmatic foe
has a name.
Let's see if he has a face.
Start scanning
the sector database
for any reference to Restors
and work outward, hmm?
Drop it!
Your day's up, big brother.
I've killed men
for stealing my disks.
You just say that to scare them.
Besides, I'm not stealing it.
I'm returning it.
Give me that.
I was wondering
where this one went!
I took it the last time
I was on the Maru.
I know a Nightsider who
pays huge for museum-quality
finds like that.
But then I remembered
what you did to get it, and...
well, it's not much,
but I want to start
making amends.
So this is supposed to
convince me that
you got religion?
The Way is not
exactly a religion.
It's more of
a really wide road.
It's like the eightfold path,
the twelve steps,
the ten commandments.
OK, give it up, Rafe.
What are you doing here,
and why did you track me down?
I didn't track you down.
I didn't even know
you were on the ship.
Oh, so this is
just a big coincidence?
Miracles can happen.
Oh.
Listen, Rocket,
you've caught some
really bad breaks.
One of the worst of them
is being stuck with me.
I'm gonna make it
up to you. I promise.
I'm not the one you needed
to make it up to.
I never was.
Right. Dad.
You didn't even come
to his funeral.
I couldn't...
stand to see him that way.
I couldn't stand what
he'd done to himself.
What he'd done to himself?
Rafe, what about
what you did to him?
You were his heart,
and you left!
It broke him.
You're right.
There's nothing I can do
about it now, but for what
it's worth, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for him,
I'm sorry for you,
I'm sorry for everything.
Next.
Next.
Next.
Anything?
They're good.
The Restors are waging
guerilla war
on the space lanes,
but somehow they manage
to stay completely anonymous.
You know,
I've been thinking.
What if this is exactly what
it looks like? A peace mission,
a few rogue terrorists.
You want to trust him,
don't you?
Rafe said he didn't
know I was here.
I think I believe him.
He apologized to me.
Rafe Valentine has never
apologized to anyone
for anything in his life.
Until now.
I mean, if Wayism can
turn a born killer like
Rev Bem into a monk,
maybe it can really
change my brother.
Hey, I'm 342 years old.
Anything's possible.
Initiating departure,
Hangar Number Two.
Hangar Two?
Rommie, what's going on?
Rafe Valentine is launching
the Eureka Maru.
What? Under whose
authorization?
Yours.
He's stealing the Maru.
Andromeda, plot
a pursuit course.
No. He's my brother,
he's my problem.
Andromeda, ready
a slip-fighter in hangar four.
You don't have to
do this by yourself.
Yeah. I do.
Serenity?
Trance made this for you...
Angel's Tears from Gehenna.
She assures me it has
no medicinal value.
That is very kind of her.
May I ask you
a personal question?
The universe loves questions.
It concerns Rafe Valentine.
What do you really know
about your acolyte, Serenity?
That he is a headstrong
and impulsive young man.
But you probably figured
that out for yourself.
You have given quite
a position of trust
to someone with his
dubious background.
Yes. It's fun, isn't it?
I get to watch his higher
and lower natures
do battle on a daily basis.
Yes.
But if you're asking if
he will return with your
friend's ship, I hope so.
I would like him
beside me at the meeting.
Yes. With the terrorists.
The Restorians.
One man's terrorist is
another man's freedom fighter.
You sympathize with their cause?
Let's just say
that I empathize.
Have you seen Krendar 4 lately?
Oh, it's a blue-green gem
of a world
rendered uninhabitable.
Air you can't breathe,
water you can't drink,
and for what?
Corporate profit taking?
Yes, but to blow starships
out of the sky?
The arrogance. The waste.
The alternative?
The universe is a precious gift.
We must not squander it.
And this gives you
the operational data for--
He stole that rattle-trap
ship of hers?
I believe I'm beginning
to like him.
Tyr, you don't mean that.
Yes, I do.
It's the first self-motivated
act I've seen around here
in months.
And now, may I suggest that
we drop that insipid swami,
Serenity Khalsa, off
at the next drift
and make a graceful exit
before someone starts
shooting at us.
You know I can't do that.
No. No, of course not.
Because, and let me see
if I've got this down,
our alliance with the Wayists,
etcetera, etcetera... reuniting
the Systems' Commonwealth...
and so on, and so forth.
enhancing our reputation
as peacemakers...
ad nauseum. Am I close?
Reasonably, yes.
Don't you ever
get tired of it?
Trying over and over again
to help people who couldn't
care less about you,
in the name of a cause
that's been dead for 300 years.
You take that back.
Why?
Because Dylan is our captain.
Because he's saved
our lives dozens of times.
Because if you don't then
I'm gonna hit you.
Don't forget to hee-haw.
HEE...
Trance!
Huh?
It's okay. Tyr's right.
- He is?
- Yes.
It does get frustrating
fighting so many losing battles,
but I never expected
anything different.
I'm trying to erase 300 years
of chaos and corruption.
I'm not going to win every time.
But when we do win,
it's gonna be big, big news.
So if I were you,
I'd stick around.
It's going to be
an amazing ride.
Rafe!
Rafe, get out here and
take it like a man!
Rafe!
Damn it.
Ground control,
this is Eureka Maru.
Do you read?
Welcome, my child.
How can we serve you?
Who's "we"? Where am I?
You are at Starlight
and Still Water,
a monastery of the Way.
Okay.
You can't get to Kale 14
to here in six jumps,
and you know it.
You can't do it in 15.
But there's no reason
for them to lie about their
point of origin.
All the more reason
to be suspicious.
Talking to yourself
is the first sign
of mental collapse.
Only for wet-ware.
Only for wet-ware.
So, what are you
two talking about?
The Om Shanti.
I've tested and re-tested
their slipstream drive.
There's no good reason
for her not to fly.
Plus, I found some
navigational inconsistencies.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Good work. Keep checking.
Ding-dong. Anyone home?
You wish to
see our brother?
My brother, yeah.
Please, sit.
He's meeting with
his spiritual advisor.
I will bring him to you
when he's finished.
How long do you
think it'll be?
How troubled is his spirit?
Brother, I offer
my will to you.
Please accept this burden,
the good and bad of me.
It's been six weeks since
I've had so much as a beer.
And if that purple chick
hands me one more cup of tea,
I'm gonna pour it
down her throat.
Is your cover still holding?
Of course.
My own sister thinks
I'm a real monk.
Good.
Then Phase 2 shall be easy.
How complete is your
access to the ship?
Pretty much got
the run of the place,
except for the engineering decks
and the weapons lockers.
We only need you
on the Command Deck.
This is an EMP Trigger device.
It'll read completely invisible
to the Andromeda's sensors.
At least until it blows her
to pieces.
That wasn't part
of the original plan.
Plans change.
If this goes off, it'll blow
Andromeda out of the sky,
and kill everyone with her.
The Andromeda is
an abomination,
and her crew expendable.
You know what?
This isn't fun any more.
I think I'm done playing.
This is not a game!
You don't get to pick up
your ball and go home.
Someone named Valentine
is going to die.
Be thankful you at least
get to decide which one.
You are really something,
Valentine, you know that?
You steal my ride and run
straight to confession.
Oh, I'm sorry, had you
wanted to say
a blessing before
we hit the road?
You think that's
really funny, don't you?
Do you ever think about it?
What?
The life we used to live.
The buzz, the hustle.
Do you ever miss it?
Uh, sometimes.
And then I think about
dumping payload to outrun
an FTA bounty hunter,
and somehow I don't miss it
so much any more.
We don't have to go back
to the Andromeda, you know.
We can just take off.
Valentine smart,
Valentine smarter.
Marks won't know
what hit 'em.
Now you sound like the old Rafe.
Well, the thing is, I'm kind of
having second thoughts
about this whole Wayism deal.
Call it a crisis of faith.
Come on, you understand.
Rafe, please don't do this.
You know, I'm just starting
to buy into this
whole Wayism thing.
And to be honest,
it looks good on you.
For once in my life,
I'm actually proud
of something you're doing.
Just do me a favor.
See it through
the end this time.
Welcome back.
How was your trip?
So, the lamb has
returned to the fold.
Serenity, you're up.
Blessed be.
I was afraid you would
miss the consummation
of our vital mission.
Come. Help a sick man
back to his room,
and tell me all about
your impulsive trip.
As you were.
So, Rev, what's our
top story tonight?
Beka and Rafe are
a lot alike,
don't you think?
I think all humans
look alike to you.
They look like lunch.
I spent this morning debating
the kabala with his Serenity.
It's not smart to make fun
of a magog with a migraine.
And I think it's going
to get worse.
Are you going to show
that flexi to me or not?
I am sure there's
a good explanation.
Shall I escort him
to V-Deck?
No. Not yet.
Her brother. Her problem.
It's a goddamn
Restor Rally!
That's you and
your hippie chick girlfriend
at a Restor Rally!
You're one of them!
No. No, I swear. Okay,
maybe... look,
it's not what you think.
It better not be.
Beka, this is Danni...
the, what'd you call her...
the neo-hippie?
She was into all this stuff.
I just sorta tagged along.
Tagged along? Do better.
I sold them some stuff.
You ran guns for them,
didn't you? You ran guns
for the Restors.
Do you have any idea
who you're dealing with?
These people are fanatics!
Oh, Beka, you don't understand.
Don't understand, my ass!
You're still one of them,
aren't you?
This is all a trick! You're here
working for the Restors.
You're a Restor spy! Say it!
No! I'm an FTA spy.
I work for the Free
Trade Alliance under cover.
Singh Khalsa is a Restor,
and if I don't stop him,
he's gonna kill everybody
on this ship.
No more cons, Rafe.
Rev Bem knows all
about Singh Khalsa.
He's some Wayist big shot.
The real Singh Khalsa is,
but he's dead.
Talk faster.
You were right about
the gun-running.
There was a bush war
on Calliope.
I lucked into some
leftovers. It was sweet.
But then I met Danni.
Beka, she wasn't like the rest
She... she wouldn't hurt a fly.
What, then, you started
smuggling leaflets?
Danni and her friends would
raise money for the cause
and funnel it back to me.
And you used it to buy weapons.
Raked in a little off the top,
too, I don't doubt.
That's not it at all.
Danni really believed
in what she was doing.
Beka, I have never believed
in anything my whole life.
Do you know what
that's like,
to meet somebody
who... who... do you know
how powerful that is?
I can imagine.
Well, then they killed her.
It was the dumbest protest
you ever heard of.
They chained themselves
to a terraformer...
the damn thing was
bigger than this ship.
The whole company was
just laughing at them,
until some Restor commando
started a firefight.
She couldn't even run away.
I had to cut her down
with a steelpunch.
Oh, Rafe.
So, it seems
that Khalsa's
an imposter. Maru out.
Tyr, I want you to arrange
new accommodations
for our Mr. Khalsa.
Something on V-Deck.
Thank you, Captain Hunt.
What Nietzsche forgot
is that "god" is just
a nickname for the universe.
The all that was, is,
and ever will be.
Tell me, how does that die?
You can drop the act.
We know who you are.
Oh, you're wrong
about that, my friend.
Not only do you not know
who I am, you don't know
what I am.
Shall I show you?
What's going on?
Andromeda?
Trance, I've been
infested with nanobots.
Defenses are overwhelmed.
They're replicating like...
Andromeda, are you there?
We're under attack.
Take us into slipstream. Now.
Oh no.
Reactors offline.
Switching to emergency power.
Restors. 1.2 AU out.
At that speed,
they'll be on top of us
in less than an hour.
Rommie. Rommie,
please wake up. Rommie!
Life support is stable,
thank the Divine.
And we have
emergency power,
but everything else
is in meltdown.
If Harper were here,
he'd be able to
put this Nav-Board
together with two
paper clips and a kiss.
Of course, Harper's surfing.
You! Come with me!
Come on! Move!
Go! Go! Go!
What is going on?
Andromeda? Rommie?
What have you
done to my ship?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
It's not that complicated.
One more time,
what have you done
to my ship?
Nothing! I haven't done any...
Wrong answer.
Dylan don't!
He's not one of them.
He's working under cover
for the FTA.
You're a spy
for the Free Trade Alliance?
Yes.
Does this mean
there's an FTA cavalry
over the ridge riding
to our rescue?
No.
Then it's a difference
that makes no difference.
We're still dead.
You've killed us.
Unless...
unless you do
exactly as I say.
Come on! Move!
Where are we going?
Life support override.
If we can vent
the atmosphere, we can
eliminate half the nanobots.
Down!
The automated defense
system's activated.
The doors! Go!
Yee-haw!
I know, I know. Move.
Again, this is
the Andromeda Ascendant.
Please identify yourself
and state your purpose.
Awaiting response. Over.
Any of your prayers
been answered, Rev?
Many. Just not today.
Reactors are still offline.
Emergency power's at 30%.
Dylan, we're dead in space.
Then we've only got one shot.
Rafe better come through for us.
What do you think?
Can we depend on him?
He's a Valentine.
So, you see my problem?
I'm getting response
from the enemy ships.
You want our identity
and purpose?
This is Narwhal's Lament.
We're here to kill you!
Well, bless you too.
Those negotiations went well.
I'm detecting a ship launch.
It's the Om Shanti.
That lying bastard!
He did it again.
He took off in the Om Shanti.
Rafe, what the hell
are you doing?
Beka! The Restor's channel
is still open.
Everyone can hear you.
I don't care. Rafe!
He scammed me again.
There was no Danni. He was
working for the Restors
the entire time. Damn him!
I'm afraid he's damned us all.
I'm reading unauthorized
file copies.
He's stolen Andromeda's
access codes.
Quick! Change the codes! Rommie!
Rommie!
We're locked out.
If he gives them our codes,
it's game over.
Andromeda's a metal sculpture
in some Restor theme park.
We have to intercept Rafe.
That's a good idea,
but we have no power.
I'll get him in the Maru.
Beka.
No. Let her go.
It's our only chance.
Automated internal defense.
What half-wit of a ship's
engineer came up with that.
Here. Just do like me.
It's all in the timing.
Hee-Haw!
Hee-Haw!
I'm glad someone's
having a good time.
Hailing frequency.
Yo, Rafe, can you hear me?
Me and everyone else
in the system,
Booster Rocket.
Don't call me that, lying,
two-faced backstabber.
Ooh, now you're
just being mean.
You want mean?
Mean is eating my food,
sleeping in my bed,
and working for the Restors
the entire time.
Mean is stealing Andromeda's
command codes
and giving them to people
who want to destroy her.
- It was either them or me.
- That's just it, isn't it?
Nothing matters to you
but your own sorry skin.
You matter to me.
Yeah?
I matter so much you lied
to my face and now you're
blowing up my ship.
Not true. You're on your ship.
What? What do you mean?
Give me some credit...
You're at the helm
of the Eureka Maru,
two light-minutes away
from any fallout...
I saved you.
Saved me? You betrayed me.
So shoot me.
Don't tempt me, big brother.
Come on. I give my guys
the command codes,
Andromeda goes boom...
and we both jump
on the Maru
and it's happily-ever-after
time for both of us...
What do you say?
What do I say? I say...
Launch kinetic warheads!
Eternal life
grant unto him,
and may perpetual light
shine upon him.
Poor Beka.
Poor us.
Rafe broadcast the codes
before his ship disintegrated.
She was too late.
Great.
Point Defense Systems.
I need more lasers.
Beka! Beka, can you hear me.
Do I have an engine or not?
Do I have
a working engine?
We're getting there.
Not soon enough.
The Restors are in range.
They're targeting us.
I hope your plan works.
Me too, Rev. Me too.
How're we doing, Mr. Restor?
We downloading
the nice stolen data?
Punching it into
our target array?
Launching missiles?
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Missiles launched.
Missiles have reversed
their course.
Wha...
What the heck is
goin' on here.
What, our missile's coming
right back at us.
Must be some kind of virus
in the targeting systems.
That's the thing
about fanatics.
They're gullible.
"I say Launch Kinetic Warheads"?
I didn't know you were
such a ham.
Shut up! It worked, didn't it?
I almost believed I shot you...
I think that's the best con
we ever pulled.
Oh, yeah.
Papa'd be proud.
There isn't a mark alive
that can resist stolen
merchandise.
You know, the more you
bitched and moaned about
those so-called access codes,
the more they ate it up.
To their eternal regret.
For a fossilized High
Guard officer, your Dylan Hunt,
he's, uh, one devious
human being.
I knew you'd like him.
Do I have a working
slipstream drive?
Or do I strap the pair
of you to a set of oars?
You'll get your drive.
Any time soon
would be good.
How's that?
Slipstream Drive
is operational.
Eureka Maru is docked
and secure.
Then let's get out of here.
I don't want
to pick up any more
Wayist saboteurs.
Dylan, those were
not real Wayists.
That was not
the real Singh Khalsa.
We don't...
Rev, I know we all have agendas.
But while we're
on the same ship,
we have to be
on the same team.
Next time you want to
send off a homing pigeon,
warn me first.
You knew all along, didn't you?
He mocked my acting.
Can you believe this?
Rafe, we owe you
a big debt of gratitude.
You hung yourself out there
to save Andromeda,
and her crew.
Oh, wait, Captain.
Saving your butts
was a bonus...
I was just looking out
for my baby sister.
You don't have to stop,
you know.
Looking out for her.
We have lots of
vacant quarters.
It'd be great if you stayed.
Not that I need looking out for.
It's tempting.
It really is.
But I thought I'd go
visit Danni's grave,
plant some flowers.
She'd appreciate that.
And then, well,
I don't know.
I thought I might go
to Starlight and Still Water.
There's something
about those monks.
Rafe Valentine
gets spiritual.
Suddenly reuniting
the Commonwealth
doesn't seem so far-fetched.
What do you mean
far-fetched?
Power is back on-line.
Andromeda's nanobots are even
more prolific than her invaders.
Yes. Much better.
H-yah! Pow!
You know what
my favorite part was?
When Andromeda pretended
she was shooting at us!
Oh, that was the best part
of the trick!
She made it look so real,
I thought she was gonna
shoot me once or twice.
Trance, that part
wasn't a trick.
Huh?
The nanobots did
disrupt my systems.
The internal defenses really
were out of control.
Oh.
Yeah.
My discs.
Hey, Booster Rocket.
Well, if you found this,
you know that I borrowed
back your music.
Too valuable a collection
to keep to yourself.
I mean, we can't deprive
the galaxy of all that joy.
Or you of all that cash.
Oh, and, I can't believe
you bought all that
stuff about Danni.
Myself, I thought I was
a little over the top
with cutting her down
with a steelpunch.
Oh, and thanks for getting me
out from under the FTA.
Can you believe they filed
piracy charges against me? Me!
Go figure.
Anyway, courtesy of you
and your captain,
my slate is clean.
I want you to tell him...
tell him I appreciate his offer,
but I'm gonna go back
to business as usual.
Join me anytime,
Valentine Smart.
This is Valentine Smarter,
signing off.
You are really something,
Valentine.
Stop. Watch.
The punch should begin
at the soles of your feet
and end at the back
of your opponent's skull.
Well, I don't want
to hurt you.
Let me worry about that.
Okay.
Hi-Ho!
What was that?
You told me to
choose a Ki-yai.
A sharp exhalation
to focus energy and
intimidate the opponent.
And you chose "Hi-Ho"?
Is that a bad one?
You might want
to choose another,
unless you intend
to incapacitate your opponents
with laughter. Hmm?
Okay. Um... all right,
I've got one. Ready?
Hee-Haw!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
Yee-haw! Way to go, Harper!
I thought Harper was refitting
our G-Array on Mitner Drift.
Yeah, he was. He took a detour
on the way back. Infinity Atoll.
He flew all the way to Infinity
just to go surfing?
Just? It's the pan-galactic
surfing championships.
Do the words
absent without leave mean
anything to you people?
Huh?
As of last Tuesday,
48th place.
How's he doing?
That doesn't sound
so good.
Out of 10,000 entries.
There are 10,000
insane surfers out there?
And ours is one of the craziest.
Dylan, Beka, we're
receiving a distress call.
It's from a Wayist
courier ship,
the Om Shanti.
Andromeda, on-screen.
Take us in.
Andromeda, this is
the Om Shanti.
We have been attacked and
are severely damaged.
Our slipstream drive
is inoperable.
We need immediate assistance.
I say again, this is
the Om Shanti hailing
the Andromeda Ascendant.
Serenity Khalsa?
You know him?
Mmm... Vikram Singh Khalsa,
a great man,
revered among Wayists.
Dylan, we must save him.
That's the plan.
Beka, deploy the grapples.
Andromeda, maximum
velocity to intercept.
Rev Bem, tell them
we're on our way.
Help, someone.
The Serenity needs help.
Is anyone else on board?
No.
Rommie, get Trance
down here, now!
Rafe?
Beka?
You two know each other?
You could say that.
Dylan Hunt,
meet Raphael Valentine,
my brother.
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.
Andromeda, vitals.
Radiation levels
normal. Respiration depressed,
and heart rate accelerated.
There are some
odd discrepancies.
We must save him.
The Serenity is
a light among Wayists.
A philosopher, a teacher,
a peacemaker.
And a human,
which means that patching him
up is easy as cake.
Easy as pie.
Are you sure about that?
I think that making pie is
a lot harder than cake.
Just fix him, Trance.
Oh, he'll be fine.
Compared to baking,
brain surgery is a snap.
We better wait here.
Is there somewhere quiet
I can go to pray
for His Serenity's health?
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
No, I never joke about prayer.
I give up. You look like Rafe,
you sound like Rafe...
you sure as hell aren't acting
like any Valentine I know.
So who are you,
and what have you done
with my brother?
Rocket, I really have changed.
No one's called me Rocket
since dad died.
I pray for him
every day, you know.
Damn. I'd forgotten
how good you are.
Good? What do you mean?
Good at what?
The scam. The con.
When Rafe Valentine
gets into character,
he goes all the way.
Marks don't stand a chance.
This isn't a con.
I really have found the Way.
Yeah. The way into
Khalsa's bank account.
You can drop the act.
Nobody here but us Valentines.
Beka, I've lied.
I've cheated.
I've caused you pain,
but I swear. I swear...
I've changed.
"I've changed, I swear."
Where have I heard that before?
Oh, yeah, it was the time
that you joined that Vedran
commune and stole
all their farm equipment.
Or, oh no, I remember,
it was the time
that you took off
with that neo-hippy chick.
What were you gonna do,
save trees or something?
I bet you made
a fortune in lumber.
I deserve that. And more.
Tell you what, just for today,
you watch what I do,
and you decide.
You tell me if
I'm the same old Rafe,
or if I indeed have
turned over a new leaf.
Inch of ligament,
touch of nerve tissue...
Trance, please, quickly.
Stop!
What are you doing?
Serenity, please,
we're here to help you.
This is Trance Gemini.
She's going to inject nanobots
to repair your injuries.
No. That is completely
unnecessary.
Divine compassion
is my medicine.
The universe is my healer.
Trust me. Nanobots
are much more reliable.
No, Trance, please leave him.
I apologize, Serenity.
I did not realize you were
committed to the Mountain Path.
The What Path?
The Mountain Path
is the purest
and most demanding
form of Wayism...
complete and utter
acceptance of everything
the universe presents,
even sickness, even death.
If the universe has
no further use of this shell,
who am I to argue?
Yes, but what if I am
an instrument of the Divine?
Then who are you
to refuse my treatment?
Little girl, you would
debate a dying man?
Yes. But you're not dying.
Good.
Then stop hovering over me
with your needles.
Heh... what manner of adventure
have you in store for me today?
She's magnificent...
awe-inspiring.
Why, thank you.
Captain Hunt, I can't
thank you enough
for answering our call...
for saving His Serenity.
You're welcome.
Maybe you can fill me in
on what happened.
Who was trying to kill you?
This time.
I wish I knew.
They came out of nowhere...
never said a word,
just started firing on us.
I was taking His Serenity
to peace talks
with the Restorians.
- Restorians?
- Uh, eco-terrorists.
They came out of nowhere
about three years ago,
and they've been devastating
the space lanes ever since.
The Restorians say
it's bad enough to
despoil your own planet,
but space travel
encourages colonization,
and colonization damages
indigenous cultures
and exterminates native ecology.
They can't allow that.
And they're going
to stop it by
blowing up starships?
Well, according
to their logic,
if you can't get from
one planet to another,
you can't screw up anything
but your own back yard.
Shockingly, a lot of people
find their methods
a little extreme.
Especially the Free
Trade Alliance.
They've been having talks
about mounting a major campaign
against the Restors.
Singh Khalsa was trying
to bring both
sides to negotiate.
But someone didn't want
the meeting to take place.
Ten guilders
on the eco-terrorists.
The FTA would never shoot
anything when they could
just tax it to death.
We'll take you to your meeting.
We will?
The Restorians are
shooting at starships.
We are on a starship.
Peace talks sound
like a good thing.
Hello, Tyr.
Have you come to
join me in meditation?
Meditation is
for weak people
with troubled minds.
Is your mind troubled?
You have an interesting way
of starting
a philosophical discussion.
Save the sophistry for Dylan.
I don't have the time.
When the Om Shanti hailed us,
they asked for us by name.
How did they know
where we were?
I presume you have a theory.
You gave the Wayists
our location.
Of course.
The Andromeda and the Wayists
have many common goals.
Informing the Way of our mission
has obvious advantages.
Just not so obvious
that you bothered
to inform Dylan. Or me.
Perhaps I was too indiscriminate
with my colleagues.
So, you expect me
to believe that this was
all just an oversight?
I don't expect you
to believe anything.
Now if we're through,
I'd like to get back
to my troubled mind.
Tread carefully, Wayist.
I don't like surprises.
And, I suspect,
neither does Dylan.
So, your brother's a...
uh... brother.
If Rafe Valentine's a monk,
I'm a vestal virgin.
You don't think
his arrival here
was an accident.
Andromeda, how many
sentients are there
in this sector of the galaxy?
223 billion, approximately.
And he just stumbles into us?
Valentines don't play longshots.
Tell you what, while
I check up on Singh Khalsa,
you keep an eye on Rafe.
I always keep an eye on Rafe...
and the other eye
on the silverware.
This is
the rad signature
of the Om Shanti,
and this is the radiation tag
of the stealth destroyer that
attacked us at Ro Capricornus.
They're identical.
As you suspected.
So, we were forced into
a sun and bathed
in radiation by Restors.
Who'd rather destroy
themselves than be captured.
Or identified, I suppose.
Good. Our enigmatic foe
has a name.
Let's see if he has a face.
Start scanning
the sector database
for any reference to Restors
and work outward, hmm?
Drop it!
Your day's up, big brother.
I've killed men
for stealing my disks.
You just say that to scare them.
Besides, I'm not stealing it.
I'm returning it.
Give me that.
I was wondering
where this one went!
I took it the last time
I was on the Maru.
I know a Nightsider who
pays huge for museum-quality
finds like that.
But then I remembered
what you did to get it, and...
well, it's not much,
but I want to start
making amends.
So this is supposed to
convince me that
you got religion?
The Way is not
exactly a religion.
It's more of
a really wide road.
It's like the eightfold path,
the twelve steps,
the ten commandments.
OK, give it up, Rafe.
What are you doing here,
and why did you track me down?
I didn't track you down.
I didn't even know
you were on the ship.
Oh, so this is
just a big coincidence?
Miracles can happen.
Oh.
Listen, Rocket,
you've caught some
really bad breaks.
One of the worst of them
is being stuck with me.
I'm gonna make it
up to you. I promise.
I'm not the one you needed
to make it up to.
I never was.
Right. Dad.
You didn't even come
to his funeral.
I couldn't...
stand to see him that way.
I couldn't stand what
he'd done to himself.
What he'd done to himself?
Rafe, what about
what you did to him?
You were his heart,
and you left!
It broke him.
You're right.
There's nothing I can do
about it now, but for what
it's worth, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for him,
I'm sorry for you,
I'm sorry for everything.
Next.
Next.
Next.
Anything?
They're good.
The Restors are waging
guerilla war
on the space lanes,
but somehow they manage
to stay completely anonymous.
You know,
I've been thinking.
What if this is exactly what
it looks like? A peace mission,
a few rogue terrorists.
You want to trust him,
don't you?
Rafe said he didn't
know I was here.
I think I believe him.
He apologized to me.
Rafe Valentine has never
apologized to anyone
for anything in his life.
Until now.
I mean, if Wayism can
turn a born killer like
Rev Bem into a monk,
maybe it can really
change my brother.
Hey, I'm 342 years old.
Anything's possible.
Initiating departure,
Hangar Number Two.
Hangar Two?
Rommie, what's going on?
Rafe Valentine is launching
the Eureka Maru.
What? Under whose
authorization?
Yours.
He's stealing the Maru.
Andromeda, plot
a pursuit course.
No. He's my brother,
he's my problem.
Andromeda, ready
a slip-fighter in hangar four.
You don't have to
do this by yourself.
Yeah. I do.
Serenity?
Trance made this for you...
Angel's Tears from Gehenna.
She assures me it has
no medicinal value.
That is very kind of her.
May I ask you
a personal question?
The universe loves questions.
It concerns Rafe Valentine.
What do you really know
about your acolyte, Serenity?
That he is a headstrong
and impulsive young man.
But you probably figured
that out for yourself.
You have given quite
a position of trust
to someone with his
dubious background.
Yes. It's fun, isn't it?
I get to watch his higher
and lower natures
do battle on a daily basis.
Yes.
But if you're asking if
he will return with your
friend's ship, I hope so.
I would like him
beside me at the meeting.
Yes. With the terrorists.
The Restorians.
One man's terrorist is
another man's freedom fighter.
You sympathize with their cause?
Let's just say
that I empathize.
Have you seen Krendar 4 lately?
Oh, it's a blue-green gem
of a world
rendered uninhabitable.
Air you can't breathe,
water you can't drink,
and for what?
Corporate profit taking?
Yes, but to blow starships
out of the sky?
The arrogance. The waste.
The alternative?
The universe is a precious gift.
We must not squander it.
And this gives you
the operational data for--
He stole that rattle-trap
ship of hers?
I believe I'm beginning
to like him.
Tyr, you don't mean that.
Yes, I do.
It's the first self-motivated
act I've seen around here
in months.
And now, may I suggest that
we drop that insipid swami,
Serenity Khalsa, off
at the next drift
and make a graceful exit
before someone starts
shooting at us.
You know I can't do that.
No. No, of course not.
Because, and let me see
if I've got this down,
our alliance with the Wayists,
etcetera, etcetera... reuniting
the Systems' Commonwealth...
and so on, and so forth.
enhancing our reputation
as peacemakers...
ad nauseum. Am I close?
Reasonably, yes.
Don't you ever
get tired of it?
Trying over and over again
to help people who couldn't
care less about you,
in the name of a cause
that's been dead for 300 years.
You take that back.
Why?
Because Dylan is our captain.
Because he's saved
our lives dozens of times.
Because if you don't then
I'm gonna hit you.
Don't forget to hee-haw.
HEE...
Trance!
Huh?
It's okay. Tyr's right.
- He is?
- Yes.
It does get frustrating
fighting so many losing battles,
but I never expected
anything different.
I'm trying to erase 300 years
of chaos and corruption.
I'm not going to win every time.
But when we do win,
it's gonna be big, big news.
So if I were you,
I'd stick around.
It's going to be
an amazing ride.
Rafe!
Rafe, get out here and
take it like a man!
Rafe!
Damn it.
Ground control,
this is Eureka Maru.
Do you read?
Welcome, my child.
How can we serve you?
Who's "we"? Where am I?
You are at Starlight
and Still Water,
a monastery of the Way.
Okay.
You can't get to Kale 14
to here in six jumps,
and you know it.
You can't do it in 15.
But there's no reason
for them to lie about their
point of origin.
All the more reason
to be suspicious.
Talking to yourself
is the first sign
of mental collapse.
Only for wet-ware.
Only for wet-ware.
So, what are you
two talking about?
The Om Shanti.
I've tested and re-tested
their slipstream drive.
There's no good reason
for her not to fly.
Plus, I found some
navigational inconsistencies.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Good work. Keep checking.
Ding-dong. Anyone home?
You wish to
see our brother?
My brother, yeah.
Please, sit.
He's meeting with
his spiritual advisor.
I will bring him to you
when he's finished.
How long do you
think it'll be?
How troubled is his spirit?
Brother, I offer
my will to you.
Please accept this burden,
the good and bad of me.
It's been six weeks since
I've had so much as a beer.
And if that purple chick
hands me one more cup of tea,
I'm gonna pour it
down her throat.
Is your cover still holding?
Of course.
My own sister thinks
I'm a real monk.
Good.
Then Phase 2 shall be easy.
How complete is your
access to the ship?
Pretty much got
the run of the place,
except for the engineering decks
and the weapons lockers.
We only need you
on the Command Deck.
This is an EMP Trigger device.
It'll read completely invisible
to the Andromeda's sensors.
At least until it blows her
to pieces.
That wasn't part
of the original plan.
Plans change.
If this goes off, it'll blow
Andromeda out of the sky,
and kill everyone with her.
The Andromeda is
an abomination,
and her crew expendable.
You know what?
This isn't fun any more.
I think I'm done playing.
This is not a game!
You don't get to pick up
your ball and go home.
Someone named Valentine
is going to die.
Be thankful you at least
get to decide which one.
You are really something,
Valentine, you know that?
You steal my ride and run
straight to confession.
Oh, I'm sorry, had you
wanted to say
a blessing before
we hit the road?
You think that's
really funny, don't you?
Do you ever think about it?
What?
The life we used to live.
The buzz, the hustle.
Do you ever miss it?
Uh, sometimes.
And then I think about
dumping payload to outrun
an FTA bounty hunter,
and somehow I don't miss it
so much any more.
We don't have to go back
to the Andromeda, you know.
We can just take off.
Valentine smart,
Valentine smarter.
Marks won't know
what hit 'em.
Now you sound like the old Rafe.
Well, the thing is, I'm kind of
having second thoughts
about this whole Wayism deal.
Call it a crisis of faith.
Come on, you understand.
Rafe, please don't do this.
You know, I'm just starting
to buy into this
whole Wayism thing.
And to be honest,
it looks good on you.
For once in my life,
I'm actually proud
of something you're doing.
Just do me a favor.
See it through
the end this time.
Welcome back.
How was your trip?
So, the lamb has
returned to the fold.
Serenity, you're up.
Blessed be.
I was afraid you would
miss the consummation
of our vital mission.
Come. Help a sick man
back to his room,
and tell me all about
your impulsive trip.
As you were.
So, Rev, what's our
top story tonight?
Beka and Rafe are
a lot alike,
don't you think?
I think all humans
look alike to you.
They look like lunch.
I spent this morning debating
the kabala with his Serenity.
It's not smart to make fun
of a magog with a migraine.
And I think it's going
to get worse.
Are you going to show
that flexi to me or not?
I am sure there's
a good explanation.
Shall I escort him
to V-Deck?
No. Not yet.
Her brother. Her problem.
It's a goddamn
Restor Rally!
That's you and
your hippie chick girlfriend
at a Restor Rally!
You're one of them!
No. No, I swear. Okay,
maybe... look,
it's not what you think.
It better not be.
Beka, this is Danni...
the, what'd you call her...
the neo-hippie?
She was into all this stuff.
I just sorta tagged along.
Tagged along? Do better.
I sold them some stuff.
You ran guns for them,
didn't you? You ran guns
for the Restors.
Do you have any idea
who you're dealing with?
These people are fanatics!
Oh, Beka, you don't understand.
Don't understand, my ass!
You're still one of them,
aren't you?
This is all a trick! You're here
working for the Restors.
You're a Restor spy! Say it!
No! I'm an FTA spy.
I work for the Free
Trade Alliance under cover.
Singh Khalsa is a Restor,
and if I don't stop him,
he's gonna kill everybody
on this ship.
No more cons, Rafe.
Rev Bem knows all
about Singh Khalsa.
He's some Wayist big shot.
The real Singh Khalsa is,
but he's dead.
Talk faster.
You were right about
the gun-running.
There was a bush war
on Calliope.
I lucked into some
leftovers. It was sweet.
But then I met Danni.
Beka, she wasn't like the rest
She... she wouldn't hurt a fly.
What, then, you started
smuggling leaflets?
Danni and her friends would
raise money for the cause
and funnel it back to me.
And you used it to buy weapons.
Raked in a little off the top,
too, I don't doubt.
That's not it at all.
Danni really believed
in what she was doing.
Beka, I have never believed
in anything my whole life.
Do you know what
that's like,
to meet somebody
who... who... do you know
how powerful that is?
I can imagine.
Well, then they killed her.
It was the dumbest protest
you ever heard of.
They chained themselves
to a terraformer...
the damn thing was
bigger than this ship.
The whole company was
just laughing at them,
until some Restor commando
started a firefight.
She couldn't even run away.
I had to cut her down
with a steelpunch.
Oh, Rafe.
So, it seems
that Khalsa's
an imposter. Maru out.
Tyr, I want you to arrange
new accommodations
for our Mr. Khalsa.
Something on V-Deck.
Thank you, Captain Hunt.
What Nietzsche forgot
is that "god" is just
a nickname for the universe.
The all that was, is,
and ever will be.
Tell me, how does that die?
You can drop the act.
We know who you are.
Oh, you're wrong
about that, my friend.
Not only do you not know
who I am, you don't know
what I am.
Shall I show you?
What's going on?
Andromeda?
Trance, I've been
infested with nanobots.
Defenses are overwhelmed.
They're replicating like...
Andromeda, are you there?
We're under attack.
Take us into slipstream. Now.
Oh no.
Reactors offline.
Switching to emergency power.
Restors. 1.2 AU out.
At that speed,
they'll be on top of us
in less than an hour.
Rommie. Rommie,
please wake up. Rommie!
Life support is stable,
thank the Divine.
And we have
emergency power,
but everything else
is in meltdown.
If Harper were here,
he'd be able to
put this Nav-Board
together with two
paper clips and a kiss.
Of course, Harper's surfing.
You! Come with me!
Come on! Move!
Go! Go! Go!
What is going on?
Andromeda? Rommie?
What have you
done to my ship?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
It's not that complicated.
One more time,
what have you done
to my ship?
Nothing! I haven't done any...
Wrong answer.
Dylan don't!
He's not one of them.
He's working under cover
for the FTA.
You're a spy
for the Free Trade Alliance?
Yes.
Does this mean
there's an FTA cavalry
over the ridge riding
to our rescue?
No.
Then it's a difference
that makes no difference.
We're still dead.
You've killed us.
Unless...
unless you do
exactly as I say.
Come on! Move!
Where are we going?
Life support override.
If we can vent
the atmosphere, we can
eliminate half the nanobots.
Down!
The automated defense
system's activated.
The doors! Go!
Yee-haw!
I know, I know. Move.
Again, this is
the Andromeda Ascendant.
Please identify yourself
and state your purpose.
Awaiting response. Over.
Any of your prayers
been answered, Rev?
Many. Just not today.
Reactors are still offline.
Emergency power's at 30%.
Dylan, we're dead in space.
Then we've only got one shot.
Rafe better come through for us.
What do you think?
Can we depend on him?
He's a Valentine.
So, you see my problem?
I'm getting response
from the enemy ships.
You want our identity
and purpose?
This is Narwhal's Lament.
We're here to kill you!
Well, bless you too.
Those negotiations went well.
I'm detecting a ship launch.
It's the Om Shanti.
That lying bastard!
He did it again.
He took off in the Om Shanti.
Rafe, what the hell
are you doing?
Beka! The Restor's channel
is still open.
Everyone can hear you.
I don't care. Rafe!
He scammed me again.
There was no Danni. He was
working for the Restors
the entire time. Damn him!
I'm afraid he's damned us all.
I'm reading unauthorized
file copies.
He's stolen Andromeda's
access codes.
Quick! Change the codes! Rommie!
Rommie!
We're locked out.
If he gives them our codes,
it's game over.
Andromeda's a metal sculpture
in some Restor theme park.
We have to intercept Rafe.
That's a good idea,
but we have no power.
I'll get him in the Maru.
Beka.
No. Let her go.
It's our only chance.
Automated internal defense.
What half-wit of a ship's
engineer came up with that.
Here. Just do like me.
It's all in the timing.
Hee-Haw!
Hee-Haw!
I'm glad someone's
having a good time.
Hailing frequency.
Yo, Rafe, can you hear me?
Me and everyone else
in the system,
Booster Rocket.
Don't call me that, lying,
two-faced backstabber.
Ooh, now you're
just being mean.
You want mean?
Mean is eating my food,
sleeping in my bed,
and working for the Restors
the entire time.
Mean is stealing Andromeda's
command codes
and giving them to people
who want to destroy her.
- It was either them or me.
- That's just it, isn't it?
Nothing matters to you
but your own sorry skin.
You matter to me.
Yeah?
I matter so much you lied
to my face and now you're
blowing up my ship.
Not true. You're on your ship.
What? What do you mean?
Give me some credit...
You're at the helm
of the Eureka Maru,
two light-minutes away
from any fallout...
I saved you.
Saved me? You betrayed me.
So shoot me.
Don't tempt me, big brother.
Come on. I give my guys
the command codes,
Andromeda goes boom...
and we both jump
on the Maru
and it's happily-ever-after
time for both of us...
What do you say?
What do I say? I say...
Launch kinetic warheads!
Eternal life
grant unto him,
and may perpetual light
shine upon him.
Poor Beka.
Poor us.
Rafe broadcast the codes
before his ship disintegrated.
She was too late.
Great.
Point Defense Systems.
I need more lasers.
Beka! Beka, can you hear me.
Do I have an engine or not?
Do I have
a working engine?
We're getting there.
Not soon enough.
The Restors are in range.
They're targeting us.
I hope your plan works.
Me too, Rev. Me too.
How're we doing, Mr. Restor?
We downloading
the nice stolen data?
Punching it into
our target array?
Launching missiles?
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Missiles launched.
Missiles have reversed
their course.
Wha...
What the heck is
goin' on here.
What, our missile's coming
right back at us.
Must be some kind of virus
in the targeting systems.
That's the thing
about fanatics.
They're gullible.
"I say Launch Kinetic Warheads"?
I didn't know you were
such a ham.
Shut up! It worked, didn't it?
I almost believed I shot you...
I think that's the best con
we ever pulled.
Oh, yeah.
Papa'd be proud.
There isn't a mark alive
that can resist stolen
merchandise.
You know, the more you
bitched and moaned about
those so-called access codes,
the more they ate it up.
To their eternal regret.
For a fossilized High
Guard officer, your Dylan Hunt,
he's, uh, one devious
human being.
I knew you'd like him.
Do I have a working
slipstream drive?
Or do I strap the pair
of you to a set of oars?
You'll get your drive.
Any time soon
would be good.
How's that?
Slipstream Drive
is operational.
Eureka Maru is docked
and secure.
Then let's get out of here.
I don't want
to pick up any more
Wayist saboteurs.
Dylan, those were
not real Wayists.
That was not
the real Singh Khalsa.
We don't...
Rev, I know we all have agendas.
But while we're
on the same ship,
we have to be
on the same team.
Next time you want to
send off a homing pigeon,
warn me first.
You knew all along, didn't you?
He mocked my acting.
Can you believe this?
Rafe, we owe you
a big debt of gratitude.
You hung yourself out there
to save Andromeda,
and her crew.
Oh, wait, Captain.
Saving your butts
was a bonus...
I was just looking out
for my baby sister.
You don't have to stop,
you know.
Looking out for her.
We have lots of
vacant quarters.
It'd be great if you stayed.
Not that I need looking out for.
It's tempting.
It really is.
But I thought I'd go
visit Danni's grave,
plant some flowers.
She'd appreciate that.
And then, well,
I don't know.
I thought I might go
to Starlight and Still Water.
There's something
about those monks.
Rafe Valentine
gets spiritual.
Suddenly reuniting
the Commonwealth
doesn't seem so far-fetched.
What do you mean
far-fetched?
Power is back on-line.
Andromeda's nanobots are even
more prolific than her invaders.
Yes. Much better.
H-yah! Pow!
You know what
my favorite part was?
When Andromeda pretended
she was shooting at us!
Oh, that was the best part
of the trick!
She made it look so real,
I thought she was gonna
shoot me once or twice.
Trance, that part
wasn't a trick.
Huh?
The nanobots did
disrupt my systems.
The internal defenses really
were out of control.
Oh.
Yeah.
My discs.
Hey, Booster Rocket.
Well, if you found this,
you know that I borrowed
back your music.
Too valuable a collection
to keep to yourself.
I mean, we can't deprive
the galaxy of all that joy.
Or you of all that cash.
Oh, and, I can't believe
you bought all that
stuff about Danni.
Myself, I thought I was
a little over the top
with cutting her down
with a steelpunch.
Oh, and thanks for getting me
out from under the FTA.
Can you believe they filed
piracy charges against me? Me!
Go figure.
Anyway, courtesy of you
and your captain,
my slate is clean.
I want you to tell him...
tell him I appreciate his offer,
but I'm gonna go back
to business as usual.
Join me anytime,
Valentine Smart.
This is Valentine Smarter,
signing off.
You are really something,
Valentine.