Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 2, Episode 4 - Pitiless as the Sun - full transcript

The battleship
came out of nowhere.

No hails, no attempts
to communicate.

It just blasted
our freighter to pieces.

Thirty-seven casualties.

And you have no idea
who they are.
None.

But they
certainly know us.

This makes the fifth attack
in three months.
Same modus operandi.

I just wish
the bastards had
the guts to show themselves.

Have all the attacks
been on freighters?

Every one of them.

Cargo?



Nothing out of the ordinary.

Mostly the ships were
carrying fertilizer.

Ammonium phosphate.
It's our main export.

Inaris is
a volcanic wasteland.

Aside from a few mines,
we don't have
anything people want.

This could be
someone's attempt
to destroy your economy.

Only one problem.
We don't have any enemies.

You do now.

Captain, I know
you weren't expecting this
when we invited you to Inaris,

but we don't have the resources
to stop these attacks,

and hundreds of our people
are already dead.

You have to help us. Please.

Look, I appreciate
the gravity of the situation,

but we can't just
go running to the rescue



every time
some disadvantaged planet
is having trouble.

Since when?
Yeah, I thought
the Inari were

all revved up
to sign your charter.

They are.

BEKA: So, this should be
a no brainer.
It's right up our alley.

DYLAN: We have no idea
how long it could take.

We're due back on Sintii

for that summit with the Sesni
and the Enkindites.

In two weeks.

BEKA: It's not like
we don't have a little time.

DYLAN: And it's not like
Inaris has a lot to offer.

DYLAN: It's a volcanic rock
with a toxic atmosphere.
There's no redeeming value.

SEAMUS: Except for the women.
Talk about volcanic!

So they tell me.

DYLAN: I'm afraid
there isn't much upside.

BEKA: Okay, who are you
and what have you done
with the real Dylan Hunt?

Do you remember
Mister Help Thy Neighbor,
Captain Idealism?

That guy would've
jumped at this.

Yes, well, that guy didn't know
the Magog were coming.

See, now we have to
temper our idealism
with pragmatism.

Prioritize.
He kind of
has a point there, Beka.

Thank you, Mr. Harper.

BEKA: Okay, look,
II see what you're saying,

but those freighter pilots?
I used to be one of them.

Hauling rocks from
one end of the galaxy
to another,

just trying to make a living.

They don't deserve
to be shot at,

and they certainly
don't deserve to die.

All right. Rommie,
are you recording this?

Because this is like
Freaky Friday or something.

It's like somebody
reversed the polarity
on your brain waves.

All right, all right!
We'll go, and we'll see
what we can do.

Trance Gemini?

It's Trance, right?

That's me.

You obviously have
quite a gift with plants.

Oh, it's not so hard.

All living things have
the same basic needs.

That is exactly
the kind of attitude
we need on Inaris.

For what?
The past few decades

have been difficult
for my people.

I'm afraid we've become
somewhat... xenophobic.

It's been a long time
since we've welcomed
members of other species

onto our world.

So, how come
you're not afraid of me?

Some of us want to see
changes on Inaris.

We believe that we could
benefit from interacting with
people different from us.

Changing people's minds
won't be very easy.

No, it won't.

But maybe if we had
someone like you to help...

How?

I have some friends
at one of
the top universities.

If you would consent
to be their guest for
the duration of this mission,

I'm certain
they could find a way
to put your talent to good use.

And while you were there,

well, maybe you could start
changing people's minds,

for the better.

I don't know.

This could be
a really great opportunity.

I haven't really
had the chance to be
a real diplomat before.

These people don't like
outsiders, Trance.

Well, that's just because
they haven't
gotten to know one

in a long time.

And you think you can
change their minds.

Don't you?

It wouldn't
surprise me
at all, but...

But, you still
don't want me to go.

DYLAN: Even in the days
of the Commonwealth,

Inaris was considered
a backwater world.

These people
were unpredictable.

After three centuries
of struggle,

I'm just not sure
they can be trusted.

So why don't let me go
and I'll find out.

What?
Nothing, nothing.
It's...

It's just...
You as a spy...

They'll never know
what hit them.

LOGICH: Our facilities are
state of the art

and draw
many of our world's
top researchers.

TRANCE: That's
what Major Whendar said.

What area of research
are you in, Professor Logich?

I'm what you might call
a cross disciplinarian.

TRANCE: Does that mean
you get to study
all sorts of things?

Well, in its
simplest terms, yes.

Suffice to say that meeting
an off-worlder like you

is the culmination
of my life's work.

Well, I'd be happy
to help you
however I can.

I appreciate
your enthusiasm.

Here we are. I hope
it's to your liking.

TRANCE: It's perfect!

Do you think there's any way
I could get something to eat?

[BEEPING, MECHANICAL NOISE]

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

Professor Logich?

Hello?

NARRATOR: He is
the last guardian
of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time.

Faced with a universe in chaos,

Dylan Hunt recruits
an unlikely crew

and sets out
to reunite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

I can't believe
we're actually going to see

the Command deck
of a High Guard ship.

You have to forgive
Lieutenant Gadell's enthusiasm.

We study
Argosy Fleet Operations
at the Academy,

and being
on the Andromeda,

well, it's like
stepping into a legend.

I hope we live up
to your expectations.

Since our last battle
with the Magog,
we've had to repair

a good portion of the ship,
especially in Command.

Harper and Rommie
made me promise

to stay off it
the last two days,

which I'm guessing means
things are probably
still a little bit messy.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

[BEEPING]

Then again, maybe not.

SEAMUS: Huh? Huh?

Admit it! I rule.

I mean, as familiar
as you've become with
my infinite spectrum

of multifaceted, multipurpose
multi-talents,

this is still so much more,

shall we say,
butt-kickingly amazing

than you even dared
to dream of.
Am I right?

DYLAN: It's...

It's beautiful.

Very impressive, Mr. Harper.

ANDROMEDA: We took the chance
to implement some design changes

the Argosy was developing
before the Fall.

It should be more efficient,
and I do love redecorating.

It's incredible.
Thank you.

I see you are a man
who appreciates
fine bodywork.

Hello. Harper,
Seamus Harper.

Down, boy.

Engineer extraordinaire,
at your service.

Harper, this is
the Inari Military Attache,
Major Whendar,

and her aide,
Lieutenant Gadell.

You're very lucky to be

in command of
such an amazing vessel,
Captain Hunt.

Both Gadell and I
hope to use our time here

to become
more familiar with her.

That is an excellent
idea, Major.

Harper, I... Well, I know
that you've got a lot
on your plate,

but I'm sure our guests
would appreciate it

if you gave them an overview
of Andromeda's key systems.

Right this way.

Come on, let's get started.

SEAMUS: Watch your step, here.
The ramps can be
a little tricky,

but we kept it as part of
the original Vedran charm.

SEAMUS: Our biggest challenge,
aside from...

Am I mistaken, sir,

or did you just grant
complete strangers

unlimited access to this ship?

DYLAN: Why, yes, I did.

That way we can
monitor them closely

and see what they do with it.

SEAMUS:
In the original design...

DYLAN: There's something
not quite trustworthy
about them, don't you think?

Your occasional bouts
of deviousness

never fail
to surprise me, Captain.

[DOOR CREAKING]

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

It's okay. I'm not sleeping.

Are you ill?

TRANCE: No. Just bored.

LOGICH: Then,
with your permission,

I'd like to... get started
by asking a few questions.

I thought I was
supposed to be
helping your people

get used to strangers.

[LOGICH LAUGHS]

In a manner of speaking.

TRANCE: Well...

I'm no professor
or anything, like you, but,

I don't see
how I can help them
when I'm locked in this room.

Oh, the security measures.

I forgot to mention them.

Oh, forgive me, I...
They're purely
for protection, only.

Whose protection? Mine?

LOGICH: Well, of course.

Changing my people's
attitudes to outsiders

is going to take some time.

We thought
you'd be safer this way.

I'm actually really good
with new people, Professor,

so you don't have to worry.

LOGICH: Oh, but I do,
don't you see?

I mean, your condition is,
it's my responsibility.

Frankly, there are
certain factions,

if they... discovered
your presence...

They wouldn't be very happy?

Precisely.

Now...

The questions?

[BEEPING]

WHENDAR: I don't know
how you've kept
such a good sense of humor

after everything that's happened
to you, Captain Hunt.

DYLAN: Well, I have had
over 300 years to work on it.

[WHENDAR LAUGHS]

Please, call me Dylan.

Well, I'm honored
that you've taken the time

to show me around
personally, Dylan.

I know how busy you are.

I had a feeling
that any tour Harper gave you

might be a little incomplete.

Let's just say
I'm about as familiar
with his handiwork

as I think I'd like to be.

WHENDAR: I hoped
to use this mission

to become acquainted with...

well, let's just say
some more important things.

What's in here?

DYLAN: Oh, it's one of
our machine shops.

We had some rad leaks
after a recent battle,

and Harper hasn't had a chance
to repair it yet.

Oh, that's too bad.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

WHENDAR: No, it won't.

SEAMUS: All right,
keep it moving.
Nothing to see here.

DYLAN: Right this way.

I don't see
what my childhood
has to do with anything.

Childhood is the key
to everything, my dear.

To understand you,
we must understand
where you come from.

What if it's really hard
to talk about?

Well, then
all the more reason
that you must.

All right.

TRANCE: My parents
weren't very nice.

Nobody in my family
was very nice.

In fact, they were...

Violent?

If we deserved it.

LOGICH: We? You-You...

You have siblings?

Depends what you mean by that.

LOGICH: And this, this violence
was acceptable on your world?

On my world,

they did very bad things
to children
who were disobedient.

Very bad things.

Such as?

Do you think I could
get something to eat?

Now?

Yes. I'm feeling kind of weak.

Like I might faint or something.

LOGICH: Of course.

I'll have my people
prepare something
for you right away.

Okay, this is bad.

Make that very, very bad.

DYLAN: What is it?

BEKA: Well, unless
we got the coordinates wrong,

this is where we were
supposed to rendezvous
with the Inari frigates.

And this debris
just happens to look like
the remnants of them.

You're right, Beka.
This is very, very bad.

SEAMUS: And this is
three inch thick
thorine composite plating.

Or at least it was.

[SEAMUS GRUNTS]

[METAL CLANKING]

Now, let's run down
the list of people we know

who have weapons
that could do
this sort of thing.

Nobody, that's who.

That pretty much covers it.
That's my list.

Some sort of continuous
beam plasma cannon?

And powerful. At least
a few dozen gigawatts.

But not much of a range.

They would've had to cripple
the target ships first.

SEAMUS: Yeah, and then close in
and set their weapons
to deep fry.

Major,

how can you not know
who's doing this to you?

We've eliminated
the usual suspects:

Nietzscheans, Magog, Restors.

Beyond that, your guess
is as good as ours.

SEAMUS: Oh, great. So now
we can invite some
new scary super villains

to the People Who Suck party.

You look concerned.

Well, I didn't realize
your people had such...
hearty food requirements.

My people?

Well, someone with...

Well, if you'll forgive
my saying so,

such an attractive physique.

TRANCE: Oh

Thank you, Professor.
That's very sweet.

Would you like some?

Excuse me?

Would you like some?

LOGICH: No!

I mean, no thank you.

I don't eat when I'm working.
It-It distracts me.

Yes, me too.

But, sometimes I find
a good distraction is

well, good.

So, where were we?

You were telling me
about your world.

TRANCE: Oh.

Which one?

Well, the one you were born on.

No, I wasn't born
on any world.
I was born in space.

But, I thought...

LOGICH: Never mind.

Well, let's talk about,
let's talk about the world
you were raised on, then.

But there are so many.

But, you were...

You were telling me about...
We were talking about

your culture's
acceptance and cultivation
of violence as...

LOGICH: Are you all right?
Trance?

Yes.

I'm just...

Maybe you should sit.

Yeah, I think
that's a good idea.

I'm sorry, Professor,
I just feel...

How do you feel?

I feel funny.

I think I ate too much.

Just relax a moment.

[TRANCE EXHALES]

Then we can resume our chat.

GADELL: You were right.
Rebecca Valentine's
an amazing pilot.

WHENDAR: And brave.

Flying alone out there
with a hold full of
ammonium phosphate?

How did you convince her
to bait your trap?

Let's just say she's not exactly
the stay at home type.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

LOGICH: How are you feeling?

Stuck.

LOGICH: An unfortunate
necessity, I'm afraid.

You drugged my food, right?

LOGICH: My associates thought
you might be more forthcoming

if you were able to relax.

I didn't expect it
to put you to sleep.

TRANCE: Yeah,
now that you mention it,

I do feel pretty well-rested.

Thank you.

Can you undo these thingies now?

I promise I will stay relaxed.

LOGICH: I have questions
that need answers, my dear.

Until I am certain
of getting those answers,
you'll remain as you are.

What do you need to know?

LOGICH: To begin with...

I want to know
why when I scan you,
I'm unable to detect anything

remotely resembling life signs
as we know them?

Your machine is broken.

Second, I want to know
your true purpose aboard
the Andromeda Ascendant,

and how the rest of the crew
fits into your mission.

That is actually
two separate questions.

And third, I want to know
where you come from.

All right, but I have
already told you...

You've told me nothing!

Now you're gonna
give me some answers,

and everything you tell me
is going to be the truth.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

Captain, incoming message
from Beka.

On screen.

BEKA: Looks like your trap
is working, Dylan.

There's a big, nasty ship
headed my way,

and he's not making
any attempts to be sneaky.

Battle stations.

[KLAXONS BLARING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

DYLAN: Tyr, maximum PSL.
Rommie, smart missiles
on standby.

WHENDAR: Standby?

Why aren't you
activating the missiles?

This is an intelligence mission.

We still haven't
made contact
with the bogey.

One of your own people
is in grave danger!

Beka's already headed home.

As for firing on our enemy,
I will make that decision

if, and when, it's necessary.

[BEEPING]

LOGICH: I don't think
I follow you.

Maybe you're
not trying hard enough.

Well, maybe you're
not trying hard enough
to make me understand.

There are people
outside that door
who could...

encourage you if you need it.

TRANCE: You want me
to be clear? Fine.

We're not real.
None of us.

Not me, not my parents.

We're all just fake.
Fake people.

LOGICH: But your readings?

Unusual as they are,
they certainly don't suggest
any sort of synthetic origins.

Not to your science.

But believe me, it's not like
we just evolved or something.

Someone designed you?

Yes.

And I'm very ashamed of it.

In fact, I've never told that
to anyone before.

No one?

Surely your shipmates, they...

TRANCE: No.

They just think
I'm some wacky purple girl
with a mysterious hidden past.

I know they think that
what I'm hiding from them

is something
really, really important
or really, really dangerous.

And that makes me feel special.

But if they only really knew
what my creator
really had in mind.

Go on, tell me.

Tell me what your creator
designed you for.

Sex.

TRANCE: We're sex slaves,

designed to bring pleasure
to the universe.

Damn it! Damn!

Good work.
Thanks.

Fortunately, the debris field
gave me enough cover
to shake them for a while.

So, what are the drones
telling us?

TYR: That we're in trouble.

ANDROMEDA: Enemy missiles,
incoming.

[INSTRUMENTS BEEPING]

Tyr, return fire
on my mark.

TYR: I'd love to comply,
but circumstances
dictate otherwise.

ANDROMEDA: There's
too much radiation
around the targets.

We can't get a lock.

Rommie, active sensors.

ANDROMEDA:
Active sensors deployed.

WHENDAR: Active sensors?
But won't that
give our position?

DYLAN: Absolutely. But it's also
the only way we'll be able
to see them back.

Beka?
Let me guess.

Crazy Igor, right?

DYLAN: Technically, it's Ivan,
but close enough.
All ahead full.

BEKA: Here we go.

ANDROMEDA: Dylan, I think I know
who we're dealing with.

Look at the rad signatures.

I was afraid of that.

You know who we're fighting?

DYLAN: Yes.
Hopefully, I'm wrong.

ANDROMEDA: I've got
a composite image
from the sensor returns.

DYLAN: On screen.

TYR: Impressive.

Rommie?
It's them.

WHENDAR:
Look, now's our chance.
Fire on them.

DYLAN: Beka, break off.
Evasive manoeuvres.

But...
Now!

DYLAN: Andromeda! Initiate
Contact Protocol Red 15!

ANDROMEDA: Contact Protocol
Red 15 initiated.

Dylan, they don't really
seem like the protocol type.

Never mind.

ANDROMEDA: Dylan,
incoming message.

ALIEN VOICE: That protocol
is not valid.

Our treaties with
the Commonwealth expired

when the Commonwealth expired.

If you continue to protect
the Inari, you will die.

DYLAN: Beka, get us out of here.

I'm only going to
ask you this once.

What the hell
did you people do
to piss off the Pyrians?

DYLAN: The Pyrians live
on Venus-like worlds

under extreme pressure and heat.

They're technologically
sophisticated,
expansionistic,

and more than a little
antisocial.

BEKA: And they were never
part of the Commonwealth?

DYLAN: Barely even acknowledged
our existence.

Their interests were
so different from ours

that there was
very little contact

except for the occasional clash
over real estate.

BEKA: Real estate?
If the Pyrians
are so alien,

then why would they care
about the same worlds
that we do?

Raw materials.

We terraform worlds
to suit our requirements,

the Pyrians pyroform.

DYLAN: Our first battle
was over Brahma.

It was a planet
similar to Venus.

We ultimately agreed
to give it to them
when they signed a treaty.

Our Inari guests
seem strangely quiet.

I don't know what to say.

I'm still trying
to absorb all this.

And I'm still waiting
for an answer to
the burning question of the day.

What did your people do
to provoke the Pyrians?

WHENDAR: I understand
your frustration, Captain,

but we didn't even know
that it was the Pyrians

until you told us.

I mean, if you want me to guess,

based on what we've
just learned here,

I'd say it's because Inaris has
a volcanic atmosphere,
ripe for pyro-forming.

GADELL: No disrespect,
Captain Hunt,

but why are you
interrogating us like this?

I thought we were
supposed to be allies.

DYLAN: I don't know
what your definition
of an alliance is,

but in mine, one of the parties
doesn't spy on the other,

or withhold
vital information.

You wanna talk
about hiding things?

Let's talk about
Machine Shop Five.

DYLAN: Beka, Tyr.

Dismissed.

DYLAN: Now,

as to Machine Shop Five,

what's going on there
is none of your business.

You haven't even told
your own crew.

You're building Nova bombs,
and they don't even
know about it.

WHENDAR: They're building
Nova Bombs?

Ask him.
There are

a trillion Magog on the way.

I wasn't planning
on going after them
with slingshots.

SEAMUS: Command to Dylan.

Go ahead.

SEAMUS:
The hot and bothered brigade
just came out of slipstream.

On my way.

DYLAN: We have
more immediate problems.

I suggest you try to act
like allies, or at least

until we've achieved
our common goal.

Oh, and what would that be?

DYLAN: Survival.

[BEEPING]

Well, well.

Funny, Tyr.

I didn't know this was
your battle station.

Whoever told you
that sarcasm was

a desirable feature in a ship

was sadly misinformed.

ANDROMEDA: The Pyrians are
just over one light minute out.

BEKA: Missile tubes 1 through 40
are loaded and ready.

Wait until I give the word.

Maneuvering thrusters online,
full power.

I wish Rev was back
from his retreat.

We could use a little help
from upstairs.

You're not convinced
this will work.

DYLAN: The fact is,
even in the old days,

fully loaded, crewed, and armed,

the Andromeda was
only an even match
for a Pyrian Torch ship.

In case anyone hasn't noticed,

we're not fully loaded,
armed, or crewed,

and the Pyrians
have had three centuries
to improve their technology.

BEKA: Not the best pep talk
you've ever given.

Oh, you want a pep talk. Okay.

Do your jobs, don't screw up,
and we'll get out of this alive.

Maybe.

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

Hello, Professor.

TRANCE:
It's okay, I don't bite.

LOGICH: How did you get free?

TRANCE:
Does that really matter?

LOGICH: No, I suppose not.

TRANCE:
So, your superiors must be
pretty mad at you by now.

LOGICH: You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

TRANCE: No, I wouldn't.

You know, your sweetness
would be a lot more convincing

if we hadn't already
met your predecessor.

Predecessor?

Oh, bravo! A performance
of the first magnitude.

Perhaps you really have
duped your shipmates
after all.

You mean, someone like me
was here before?

LOGICH: 15 years ago.

Until then, my life, well,
all our lives were...

were different.

LOGICH: Very different.

What happened?

LOGICH: He was just like you.

The same features,

the same shade of skin.

He shared what is perhaps
your most distinguishing
feature, your tail.

I was one of those...

assigned to study him.

He was...

almost childlike, playful.

He had an innocence
that was just so...

inviting.

It was the perfect disguise.

LOGICH: No one could have
predicted the level of chaos
and destruction

he was capable of.

So you think I'm here
to pick up where he left off?

Quite frankly,
we haven't the faintest idea
why you're here.

That's why we lured you
to this planet.

That's what
I'm supposed to find out.

You think I'm just like him.

LOGICH: He fooled us.
All of us.

By the time the civil war
he incited was over,

half our population was dead,
our natural resources destroyed.

We were shattered.

LOGICH: So, what is it?
Have you come
to make matters worse,

or just to gloat
over the ashes?

Any answer to
our diplomatic overtures?

BEKA: None.

Lieutenant Gadell.

If you don't mind,
I could use your help
with something.

Major?

Of course.

[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

ANDROMEDA: Since we all may be
incinerated in a few minutes,

I'll cut to the chase.

I know you're
hiding something, Lieutenant,

and I think you owe it
to Captain Hunt
to come clean.

You've been watching me?

ANDROMEDA: Elevated pulse
and respiration rates,

adrenal secretions
32.5% above normal.

Brain function...
All of those symptoms

are consistent with
situations of extreme jeopardy.

ANDROMEDA:
I hadn't finished yet.

My scans are
very precise, Lieutenant.

I can differentiate
between many related
but distinct conditions,

like fear, anxiety, and guilt.

Well...

I'm not sure
even the truth will
make a difference now.

That's not
your call to make.

Despite what my scans detect,
I believe you are a good man.

So is Captain Hunt.

Let him try to help you.

It seems to me
you have nothing to lose.

LOGICH: I'm glad you finally
decided to cooperate.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

Though I honestly fear
these tests
may not provide us

with the data that we require.

[BEEPING]

[ELECTRIC HUMMING]

Amazing.

LOGICH: Some pain?

No, just an itch.

You're trying
to figure out
how to kill me, aren't you?

LOGICH: We're trying to develop
biological weapons

to defend ourselves
against your kind,

should you launch
a full scale assault.

No offense, Professor,
but your backwater rock
is hardly worth the effort.

And believe me, if my kind
wanted to destroy you,

it would take a lot less
than a full scale assault.

Is that what he wanted to do,
the one who came before you?

To destroy us?

Like I told you before,
I do not know who that was

or what he wanted,
but most likely
he was just bored.

Bored?

TRANCE:
When you have seen
and you have done

as much as we have,

the universe starts feeling
a little small and stagnant,

so you learn to make
your own fun.

Are you telling me that,

everything that we've
been through,

the wars, the famines,
the deaths,

were all diversions
for a monster?

[LOGICH GASPS IN DISBELIEF]

May God forgive me.

[LIQUID GURGLING]

The Pyrian Torch Ship
has opened fire.

[MECHANICAL HUMMING]

DYLAN: Launch missile strike
on my command.

BEKA: Wait! Dylan,
we've lost maneuvering.

Andromeda, status!
No major damage,

but their warheads
are AG mass packets,

and they're scattered
all over my hull.

TYR: They're weighing us down.

Wrapping us up
until we're paralyzed.

BEKA: And that's when they'll
come in and torch us
with their flamethrowers

while we just sit here, waiting.

GADELL: That's it!

Whendar, I'm sorry,
but these people deserve
to know why they're dying.

Gadell!

Captain Hunt, the Pyrians
have been ambushing our ships

because they want to destroy
the ammonium phosphate
before it reaches their worlds.

Something tells me
this isn't about fertilizer.

I suspect that the Lieutenant
is about to tell us

that, for the Pyrians,
ammonium phosphate
is something very different.

It's a drug.

For Pyrians,
a highly addictive
and fatal one.

The Inari economy
is based on harvesting
the ammonium phosphate

and selling it
on the Pyrian black market.

Gadell! What the hell
are you talking about?

Give it up, Major.

I won't go along
with this anymore.

We knew all along who was
conducting the attacks.

We never thought
you'd recognize them.

You just wanted us
to kill them for you.

DYLAN: So those Pyrians
are interdictionists

and we are the criminals.

BEKA: And in about 30 seconds,
they're gonna
interdict us to death.

Well, we've stung them.

TYR: That much firepower,
and we've stung them.

BEKA: They're breaking away.
I think we've bought ourselves
a few minutes.

DYLAN: Good, let's use them.

Dylan, I'd like
the chance to explain.

DYLAN: How you'd justify
lying to me and my crew

and using us
to do your dirty work?

Believe me,
you will get your say.

And so will I,
once we get out of here.

Captain Hunt!
He's just doing his job.

Harper, report to Command.
Beka, with me.

Major, Lieutenant, walk with us.

You don't like hurting people.

LOGICH: I do what I have to.

You haven't always done
this kind of research.

No.

When the war started,
I joined MediCorps.

I traveled our world,

researching remedies, giving aid
to the less fortunate.

Then why are you here?

LOGICH: The government
called me back in.

Took some convincing, but...

They gave me a recording
of the battle
where my son was killed.

I played it over and over again.

I memorized every expression
of fear and pain on his face,

the flashes of sorrow
and regret when he...

realized he wasn't gonna be able
to live the life
he planned for himself.

Almost no one
gets to live the life
they plan for themselves.

That's true.

TRANCE: And now...

because of
what someone else did,
someone I don't even know,

I won't get to either.

What are you going to tell
Captain Hunt?

You wandered off by yourself,
against our advice, of course,

were spotted by an angry mob,

and by the time
Security intervened...

Good plan. That's a good plan.

You're a good man, Professor.

Your superiors
should be proud of you.

[CUFFS CLICK OPEN]

LOGICH: It's not much, but
at least you'll be
a little more comfortable.

That's good.

You wanted to know
about my people?

Here's a lesson.

BEKA: Is it my imagination,
or do the Maru and I get sent
on a suicide mission

every time the Andromeda
gets into a jam?

DYLAN: Don't be ridiculous.
You'd never survive
a suicide mission.

No, just crazy, risky,
virtually impossible ones.

Anyway, looks like
you got your wish.

The Pyrians have
veered off the Andromeda
and are now following us.

DYLAN: Good.

Open the pod bay doors.

BEKA: I just want you
to know that I have the greatest
enthusiasm for this mission.

WHENDAR: The pod bay doors?
Captain, what are you doing?

Giving the Pyrians
what they want.

[AIRLOCKS HISS OPEN]

The ammonium phosphate.

Light it up.

Firing point defense lasers.
No! Wait!

[EXPLOSION]

[CONTROLS BUZZING]

I'm receiving a hail.

If you think the destruction
of your cargo will deter us,
you are mistaken.

You have my apologies, Captain.

I didn't understand
the nature of
what we were carrying.

But now that I do,
I'm on your side.

And to prove it, Major Whendar,

you're under arrest
for conspiracy to transport
a controlled substance.

You can't do this.
You have no authority over me.

Watch me.

Captain, you may not recognize
Protocol Red 15, but I do.

I have a criminal in my custody
who's violated Pyrian law.

Do you want her or not?

We will contact you shortly
to make arrangements.

BEKA: What about him?

DYLAN: Yes, what about him.

Somehow, I don't think
the Pyrians will
want to prosecute

one of their best informants.

Do you, Lieutenant Gadell?
I doubt it.

You're an informant?

How did you know?

Space is big,
cargo ships are small.

You obviously had
a lot of information you weren't
sharing with Major Whendar,

which made me think
you reported to someone else.

How could you
work for them?

You know how badly
our people need

the ammonium phosphate trade
to survive.

And the Pyrians want it.

The Pyrian addicts want it,
not the Pyrian government.

They've asked us
to stop the shipments,

but our government is controlled
by mine owners

who'll kill anyone
who speaks up against them.

We both know
whose fault this is,

and it's not ours.

It was that purple thing,
just like the one
allied with Hunt.

Trance?

WHENDAR: A male one,
just like her.

The civil war he started
took half our population,

destroyed our land,
blew up our infrastructure,

and plunged us into depression.

The ammonium phosphate trade
is the only solution
to our problems.

BEKA: Hold on. What happened
to this purple guy?

He disappeared.

No one's ever been able
to figure out what
exactly he was after,

or why he did what he did.

BEKA: Trance.
We left her with them.

She'll get what she deserves.

DYLAN: And so will you.

Beka, plot a course to Inaris.

BEKA: Right away.

LOGICH: But what are you?

Like I said before,
you would never understand it.

But I will tell you one thing.

I am not the one
who came here
and started a civil war.

And I am also not the one
who took an innocent person
and tortured them.

But your shipmates.

Do they know
what you really are?

They know as much as
they need to know.

That I am their friend.

But if you tell them
what happened down here...

TRANCE: I won't.

And neither will you.

So what happens to us?

Are we going to be
your little toys, too?

No, I'm not that bored.

The universe is a mess.
I've got plenty of things
to keep me busy.

You enjoy the chaos, don't you?

Just like he did.

Keeps life interesting.

LOGICH: According to
our greatest spiritual texts,

chaos is just
a manifestation of evil.

Are you implying
that I'm some sort of devil?

Are you?

You'd better hope not.

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

DYLAN:
So, nothing happened, huh?

TRANCE: They asked me
some questions.
I answered them.

No big deal.

DYLAN: Well, we are all glad
that you're back.

So am I.

You know, the Inari
aren't a very happy people.

It's just too bad
that we can't help them.

DYLAN: We do the best
we can, Trance.

Sometimes you have to
let people work out
their problems on their own.

I guess they told you
about their civil war.

DYLAN: Yes.

Did they talk to you about it?

From the way they described it,
it sounded pretty horrible.

DYLAN: That was it? They just...

described it to you?

A little bit, but,

I think when they saw
how much it upset me,

they decided
they had better not talk
about it any more.

DYLAN: That was
very considerate of them.

TRANCE:
You're mad at them,
aren't you?

They should have been
honest with you
from the beginning.

I can't make alliances
until I know exactly
who I'm dealing with.

Or at least until I know
I can trust them.

Aren't those
the same thing?

Usually.

But there are
those few rare exceptions.

Glad you're back.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]