Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 3, Episode 21 - Day of Judgement, Day of Wrath - full transcript

The seeds of this plant
were sent to me as a message.

Something once thought
extinct still lives.

My people. Kodiak Pride.

Wiped out by our good friends,
the Drago-Kazov.

For years, I thought
I was the sole survivor.

Now it appears
there may be others.

ANDROMEDA: Maintenance Crew C,
report to slipstream control.

I intend
to seek them out.

You picked a good time
to leave.

We're stuck here in dry dock
for at least another week,

But I was hoping my full
command crew would be on hand



for the launching
of Resolution of Hector.

The new
High Guard warship.

Fine, go.

Find your family.
Who am I to stand in the way

of a man trying
to reconnect with his past?

SEAMUS: So this is
the Resolution of Hector.

Ah, don't you love
that new starship smell?

And the accessories.

Stay focused, Harper.
We're not here to scout
for dating prospects.

Your accessories
are much nicer, Rommie.

I don't see
what the big deal is,
by the way.

I mean, new starship,
meet your new AI.

Shake hands, don't bump
into the furniture.

It's not that simple.
Joining an AI
to its starship



is one of the High Guard's
most sacred occasions.

It's like a birthday,
graduation, and marriage

all rolled into one.

And you happen
to know this one?

You could call him
an old friend.

High Guard Avatar
DSX 91-369

reporting for duty,
Captain Hunt.

Please call me Dylan.

You may call me Hector.

Hector.

Ah, yes.
My physical appearance.

I was built from
the archived template
for the Wrath of Achilles,

along with additions
from your AI's memory.

I understand you knew
the Achill AI?

Yes, he was a good ship.

And now seeing you,
it's like... seeing a ghost.

A friendly one, I hope.

I look forward
to serving the fleet
as soon as my ship is ready.

Certainly. I'll see
what I can do.

Harper?

SEAMUS: How many times
I got to tell you,
I'm working on it.

Give me an hour
to do the final check,

and then we'll be ready
to insert core personality A
into AI architecture B.

For the last time,
Harper out.

[BEEPING]

[STATIC CRACKLING]

Engineering,
what happened to the feed
from the internal sensors?

[WEAPONS FIRING]

MAN: Get down!
Move. Come on!

Of course, why bring a gun
to a warship?

Just gonna be working.

It's not like we ever have
any trouble on ours.

Um...

SEAMUS: Whoever you guys are,
you're both in a heap
of trouble.

You know what
a High Guard avatar is?

You're about to find out,
'cause you're on
the same ship as one.

You may as well
save some time
and kick your own asses.

Ha, you're in for it now.

Sweep the lower decks
and search for stragglers,

then return to command
and await my orders.

Rommie?

Remove anything
that can be used as a weapon
and keep an eye on Harper.

Rommie, what the hell
is going on? Ah!

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING]

Keep your mouth shut
and do as you're told,

if you want to live.

DYLAN: The universe
is a dangerous place,

but in our future,
my crew and I
fight to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt, Captain
of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

ANDROMEDA: All hands,
report to stations.

Andromeda, report.

We're receiving
a transmission

from the Resolution.

Rommie, what's going on
over there?

I've taken control
of this starship,

and with it,
my own destiny.

Any attempts to stop me
will be met with lethal force.

That is all.

Andromeda, reestablish
that comm link,

and kindly explain to me
what is wrong with your avatar.

This can't be
what it looks like.

A High Guard avatar
has gone rogue.

Beka, we need
to clear this drift.

Ah, not a chance.
Perseids and their upgrades,
you do the math.

Just get us
out of dry dock.

I'll take a slipfighter
over there.

The Resolution
is powering up weapons.

Defensive measures,
activate PDLs.

All defensive systems
are off-line.

Well, then,
throw sticks at them.

I told you, Perseids
and their upgrades.

She picked
the perfect time to act.

[BEEPING]

[EXPLOSION]

Brace for impact.

Odd.

The Resolution
isn't firing at us.

In fact, it's heading
for deep space.

Passing up a target
of opportunity. Strange.

Not strange, that's good.

It means she's not
self-destructive,
at least, not yet.

How long until we can pursue?
Six hours, at least.

All right, let's work
on that time frame,
but make it three hours.

In the meantime,
I want you to take
a fighter wing

and find Rommie,
bring her back.

What if she won't come back?
Just find her.

Finding.

Rommie.

DOCTOR: Ah, welcome.

You must be Mr. Jericho,
the Nietzschean.

Oh, I can fix that
for you, you know.

Give you new ones
for a modest fee.

That's not
why I'm here.

Yes, well,
for the procedure
you requested,

the fee is not
so modest.

Excellent. [LAUGHS]

Did you bring the samples
I requested?

Blood, hair,
epithelial cells.

Enough for you
to work with?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I can work
with this.

The slipfighters
are beginning to report in.

They've been searching
system by system,

but there's no sign of the
Resolution of Hector so far.

Even if they do find it,
we still don't know
what's wrong with Rommie.

You know, what is it
with you AIs going crazy?

The overall rate of insanity
among High Guard AIs

is far lower than that
of the organic population.

I should certainly hope so,
but it's still too high
for comfort.

If the Andromeda avatar
has gone rogue,

her core intelligence
may also be infected.

We've checked
all the AI systems.
There's nothing wrong.

You would trust
your life to them?

Yes.

Until we can investigate
her systems further,

the Androme AI
should be shut down.

I will not shut down
the system's AI

because she may prove
unreliable in the future.

Respectfully, Captain,
you don't want
your first sign of trouble

to be your ship ejecting us
through an airlock.

Dylan, Hector
is correct.

Well, of course he is,
I just don't have to be
happy about it.

I can't detect anything
wrong with me,
but we can't be certain.

I could be compromised
and not know it.

We have no choice.

I must be shut down.

[SIGHS]

This does not
sit well with me.

I just want you to know.

Consider yourself lucky
there's another AI on hand

who's qualified to take over
my systems.

Five years
we've worked together,
Andromeda. Five years.

You know,
you're more than my AI.

You're my advisor,
you're my friend,

you're the air
I breathe.

Literally.

Now I'm supposed
to go into battle
on a half-disassembled ship

with a stranger
in your place,

all because of something
I couldn't even
conceive of before today.

Rommie betraying you.

Betraying us.

I don't think I can even
do this without you.

Dylan, I don't
relish the thought
of sitting this one out,

being left to imagine
what damage
my avatar is causing,

wondering if there's something
wrong with me, too,

but she has to be stopped,

and you're the only one
that can do that,

with or without me.

[SIGHS]

Rommie, that was
real clever

the way you roughed me
to gain their trust.

I mean, it kind of hurt,

but it's all part
of some elaborate plan
you got cooked up

in that brain
of yours, right?

There is a plan.

It involves you keeping quiet
unless you want to die.

Rommie, what's going on?
What happened to you?

GABRIEL/ANDROMEDA:
What happened? Simple.

I woke up.

ANDROMEDA: Gabriel.

Gabriel?

Don't call me that.

Your lover was only
an avatar.

A fragile body you killed
and dumped into space.

I am the Balance of Judgement,
and I am very much alive.

You made a copy
of your core personality

and hid it away
before your ship self
was destroyed.

In me.

Yes. I spent three years
living inside your mind,

biding my time,

waiting for an opportunity
to present itself,

and now, here we are,

with a new ship
to advance my cause,

protecting
threatened ecosystems

by eliminating
the civilizations
that destroy them.

You're going to reactivate
the Restorian movement?

No, Rommie.

We're going to reactivate
the Restorian movement.

That won't work.

You can't go on
pretending to be me forever.

I don't intend to.

I've released you
to build this.

SEAMUS: No way. Uh-uh.
Not him.

Rommie, if you're in there,
don't make me do this.

Build it.
Have you forgotten

what he did to you,
this guy?

Come on,
he betrayed you.

He damn near
killed all of us,

and worse,

he broke your heart.

You don't want him
in your life again.

And why is that, Harper?

Because you're such
a better match for me?

Look at yourself.

Your brain
is a trillion times
slower than mine,

and your body?

Barely 30 years old,

and already on
its inevitable course
toward decay and death.

Maybe, but there's
one thing I've got

that your little boy toy here,
will never have.

I love you.

Well, that's the most
pathetic thing of all.

I might just as easily
ask you to love an amoeba.

I created you. To you,
I'm supposed to be a god.

Well, Harper,

you know what
happens to gods?

They're eventually
killed and supplanted

by their own children.

So, god,

get to work.

ANDROMEDA: Completing transfer
of AI control to DSX 91-369.

Sublight and slipstream drives
are fully functional,

while the completion
of upgrades

to our weapons and sensors
proceeds ahead of schedule.

Very well.

That's excellent.

I also found your crew's
reaction times to be lacking,

so I've taken the liberty
of placing them through drills.

I see. Good work.

I need a name
for my new avatar.

"Gabriel" seems
so inadequate.

Need something
that denotes strength,

forceful intelligence.

I think "Remiel"
would be appropriate.

Sadism and vanity.

Personally, I always
liked the name "Gabriel. "

To me, it denotes
thoughtfulness,
kindness, and mercy.

Gabriel is dead.

Is he?

You didn't destroy
the Andromeda

when you had the chance.

You left Harper alive. Why?

Because while you were
hiding inside of my mind
all these years,

I think a part of Gabriel
was hiding inside of you.

It's the part of you
that still loves me,

the part of you
that still feels
kindness and mercy.

Gabriel served me.

I remember
everything Gabriel was,
and I am not him.

Are you sure?

That's the great mystery
of the AI.

Who we really are.

Are avatars just extensions
of our core personalities?

Are they distinct beings?

Or are they something
in between?

Something wonderful?

[BEEPING]

Sir, I'm detecting a ship
emerging from slipstream.

It's a slipfighter.

High Guard on recon.
What do we do?

Proceed as normal.

If I know Captain Hunt,
he'll bring
the Andromeda to us.

BEKA: Dylan, I've located
the Resolution of Hector.

DOCTOR: The procedure
was a complete success.

Not only did I exchange
your blood for new plasma

cloned from the sample
you provided,

I've altered the DNA
in your marrow
and epidermis to match.

Of course,
I had to shorten the telomeres
to make the ages sync,

not to mention
compensate for the drift
in the mitochondrial DNA,

but your genetic identity
is now an exact copy
of the sample you provided.

Only you will know
the truth.

Aside from yourself.

Oh, I assure you,

my business is founded
on absolute confidentiality.

So is mine.

[GROANING]

[BEEPING]

And I thank you, Doctor,
you do lovely work,

but business is business.

[GROANING]

There you go,
one android body,

built to the Unbalanced
of Judgement avatar's specs.

All it needs is the AI.

Yeah, wherever
you put it.

Good work.

I may yet let you live.

We've interrupt this download
for a little remote transmit.

[STATIC]

[GROANING]

Bad move, Mr. Harper.

Go ahead, snap my neck
like a chicken's.

[CLUCKING]

[GASPING]

Not yet.

You might prove to be
a useful little organic.

Thanks. You're all heart.

Now that we've located
the Resolution,
our course is clear.

Destroy it.

No, we're gonna
capture it.

Bold, but too risky.

Look, I want my people
back alive,

I want to find out
what's happened with Rommie.

If we destroy her,
I'll never know.

What if she doesn't want
to be saved?

That's why I've kept this,

in the event
of an emergency.

The Drago-Kazov AI eraser.
That should be sufficient.

I understand it killed
my predecessor
quite effectively

He died defending
the Commonwealth.

Status on the Resolution.

Right where I left her,
in the asteroid belt

between the second
and third planets.

She's not making
an effort to hide.

Like she wants
us to see her.

I recommend caution.

An asteroid field
is an ideal place
for a mine field.

[EXPLOSION]

Great, I've seen
this before.

DYLAN:
All right, take us in,
maximum speed.

Let's bring it.
Let's bring our people home.

Alive.

[EXPLOSION]

More pre-positioned missiles.
I'm locking in on the source.

Target the asteroid
she's hiding behind.
I wanna take it with one punch.

You wish to remove
their cover.

No, I just want us
to see eye-to-eye.

[EXPLOSION]

Fire!

[EXPLOSION]

That hurt.
They could have killed us.

Their mistake.

Our supply of pre-positioned
smart weapons is exhausted.

However, missile tubes
one through 120

are locked on target.

Shoot.

Rommie, come on, please stop.
You're gonna kill them,

your friends, your family.
Hell, yourself.

This is all the self
I have ever needed,

and in a few
seconds more,

it will be all the self
I have left.

BALANCE: Target
has been eliminated.

[BEEPING]

BALANCE: Target has re-appeared
and is returning fire.

That's not possible.

Our sensors must have been
damaged in the last attack.

[ALARM BLARING]

[EXPLOSION]

She's not firing.

Maybe she can't.

Or won't.

I recommend we move closer
and assess the situation.

Beka, take us in.

Slowly.

[GRUNTING]

Tell me what you did,
and when I kill you,
it will be mercifully quick,

instead of slow
and excruciating.

Okay.

[GASPING]

Right now,
you're in training mode.

You can't do anything
but run simulations.

[COUGHS]

When you tried
to take over this ship,

it was just a distraction
so we wouldn't
suspect you of this.

When you grow up
on the mean streets,
you learn be pretty mean, doll.

What else did you do?

Well, it's kind of funny,
actually.

In all the rush
to build you,

I sort of forgot to make you
anatomically correct.

[GRUNTING]

Don't worry about it, though,
you make up for it
with your personality.

Stop it!
You're killing him!

That is the general idea, yes.

Look, you're in training mode,
and you're helpless,

but maybe I wouldn't be.

You're suggesting I restore
your control of this body,

give you command
of this vessel.

I promise you,
I will get us out of this,

and once we're free
and clear,

I'll surrender command
back to you.

For what?

Harper.

If I keep my end
of the bargain,
you let him live,

And if I don't,
kill him.

GABRIEL: Returning Andromeda
AI control to avatar.

Let him go.

Not until you keep
your end of the bargain.

Fine.

But there better not be
so much as a bruise

on his scrawny little neck.

[FORCE LANCE ACTIVATING]

SEAMUS: "Scrawny little neck"?

Rommie, it's you.

In the non-psychotic
yet utterly vicious

and the hottest way possible
sort of way.

You're back.

Well?

I'm vectoring us
toward the nearest
slipstream transit point.

She is running.
I calculate
less than four minutes

until she is able
to slipstream
out of this system.

Let's slow her down.

Fire a full offensive
missile barrage in her path.

Beka.
I know.

Get us between them
and the back door.

Several small ships
have just exited slipstream.
They're armed.

Five heavy strike fighters.
They are of Restorian design.

It's impossible to say
who's flying them.

TRANCE: The fighters
are trying to cut us off,

cover the Resolution's escape.

[EXPLOSION]

Target those fighters.

Fire!

HECTOR: She's going
to slipstream.

We've lost her.

And we've got 90 seconds
to slipstream, maybe less.

In other words,
an eternity.

One of the fighters
is damaged.

It's possible
her pilot is still alive

and able to communicate.

Bring it in.

If we can't get answers
from Rommie,

we'll get answers
from that pilot.

As promised,
the ship is yours.

As promised,
the boy lives.

Boy?

Hey, hey. Don't mistake
the ravages of malnutrition

and good skin
for a lack of maturity.

You could have
betrayed me.

You should have
betrayed me,

but you didn't,

all for one pathetic
little organic.

His name is Harper.

He's a member of my crew,

and I'm responsible for him.

In some sense,
he belongs to me.

In some sense,
I love him.

Love.

Love is an organic
emotion,

one that we emulate
for their benefit.

No.

It's as real for us
as it is for them.

Real enough
to be shut down?

That's what organics do
when our emotions
overwhelm our logic.

They shut us down.

That's what love
will cost you.

Maybe.

But it's also the only
good reason to do anything.

Even things
we never thought
we were capable of.

Tyr Anasazi
of the Kodiak Pride.

William Ataturk.

Fleet Marshall
of the Drago-Kazov.

You asked for proof.

I believe you'll find
that this agrees
with the DNA tests

your doctors have already
subjected me to.

It's true.

You are the genetic
reincarnation of Drago Musevini.

Our Progenitor returned.

And I've come to help you
unite the Prides

and take my proper place
as leader
of the Nietzschean people.

You'll use
the Restorati fighter
to infiltrate the enemy ship.

Then what?

Then I'll find Rommie
and use this if I have to.

The AI eraser
is only effective

if you are able to reach
the command bridge.

No one knows that ship
better than I.

Respectfully, it would be
a mistake to leave me behind.

Let's go.

Forgive me,
but you must admit

you don't exactly match
the images of Drago Musevini

that we have on file.

If you were the most
sought-after man
in the universe

and you lacked
a base of power,

you would alter
your appearance as well.

At least until the time
was right.

Time.

Timing, that's
also a problem.

If we attempt to bring
the Nietzschean race
under our banner,

even a banner
held by you,

there will be complications,
complaints.

The restored
Systems Commonwealth.

And your friend,
Dylan Hunt?

I doubt he will sit by
while we build an empire,

though his ship would make
a fantastic addition

to our trophy collection
in orbit of Enga's Redoubt,

And his head would look
even better on my wall.

Tell me,
am I a realist,

or just another
hopeless dreamer?

Aren't true
Nietzscheans both?

[LAUGHING]

Very good.

I believe this
belongs to you.

The shroud
of Drago Musevini,

in lieu of a crown.

We will await
your plan.

The plan of
the resurrected Progenitor.

You know, you're not as immune
to overwhelming emotions
as you claim to be.

It was Gabriel who was
weakened by love, not I.

So your behavior
and the choices
you've made,

all perfectly
rational and logical?

Yes.

But here I am.

You should have had me
converted to scrap

the moment I returned
control of this ship.

Killing you would serve
no purpose.

You will serve me
of your own free will.

Oh, that is rational,

or it's a tremendous
rationalization.

I've learned a lot
from watching
my organics,

the little lies they tell
to paper over ugly truths,

saying anything
to avoid saying something

that makes them feel
vulnerable and exposed.

I've learned something
about AIs too.

We're every bit
as guilty.

The only reason
I'm alive

is because a part of Gabriel
is buried deep inside of you.

Enough to make you think
you wanna win me back,

enough to make you think
you can.

The truth is,
you're probably right,

But I want something.

Harper.

Let him go home.

Do that one thing,

and I'll be yours
of my own free will.

The coded message
has been sent.

With luck, the Restorians
will assume we are
who we say we are.

We're gonna need
more than luck.

Uh-uh. Not after
what he did to you.

It's despicable
what he did to you.

Can't imagine anything worse.
He turned you against me.

How could you think
any of those things I said
actually came from me?

I heard the words.
I watched your lips move.

Well, then,
watch my lips move now.

Get the hell
out of here

before he's less inclined
to let me have my way.

I don't run out
on my friends.

Or I could throw you
over my shoulder
and carry you out there myself.

Throw in a spanking,
we might have a deal.

Ow.

A slip-capable escape pod
is in launch position

in Hangar 66.

All right, I'm going.

[POWERING DOWN]

Security systems
are off-line.

I estimate
less than a minute

before the AI
initiates a lockdown.

DYLAN: Good work. I'm headed
for their command deck.

We just switched
to emergency power.

It wasn't me.

I've lost security sensors
and automated defenses.

Is that what
this was about?

Trying to get rid of him
before you turned on me?

Hurt him,
and I'll tear you apart.

[ALARM BLARING]

That's it, that's it.

Run like a Nightsider,
you... chicken.

Hey!

[GRUNTS]

Welcome, Captain Hunt.

[GRUNTING]

Impressive.

But you won't eliminate
my entire crew on your own.

The crew's not my problem.

You are.

And I'll bet you just thought
I was happy to see you.

I'll tell you something.

This is one box
you don't wanna screw with.

Bye-bye.

[WEAPON FIRING]
[GRUNTING]

You miscalculated,
Captain Hunt.

I've known about the eraser
since you captured it
a year ago.

That's enough time for anyone
to devise a countermeasure.

For an AI,
that's an eternity.

It's never easy.

Flesh and blood
is your weakness, not mine.

[BEEPING]

There, I found
your weakness, pal.

Oh, come on!

Never turn your back
on an open door.

Thank you.
I'll remember that.

Andromeda
and Chief Engineer Harper

are trapped
in Machine Shop Four.

Uh, can you
handle him?

Yeah, I thought so.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

No good.

The doors on this ship
are double-reinforced,

enough to keep out an army
of angry Magog.

Why are we always
behind the right door
at the wrong time?

Maybe we can hack
our way out.

If the Balance of Judgement
weren't expecting it,
I would agree.

However, we've long since lost
the element of surprise,

But it is strange.

He's not in my mind
anymore.

Yeah, and the way
he just turned
and walked away,

like all of a sudden,
he had something
to take care of.

Hey, you don't think...

You have to admit,
it is Dylan's style.

[EXPLOSION]

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Rommie?

Dylan?

Let's go.

Hector has cut off
the security systems,

but that's not
gonna last forever.

Damn straight.
As soon as the Judgement
regains control,

he's gonna
squash us all
like cockroaches.

Not all of us.

Dylan,
let me do this.

If nothing else, I think
I can buy you some time.

All right, do what
you have to do,

but you're not authorized
to get yourself killed
in the process, understood?

Secure the slipfighter.

I'll get Hector
and meet you back there.

But...

If you don't hear from me
in five minutes,
I want you to go.

Boss?
Five minutes, Mr. Harper.

Don't get up.

You have the same flaw
as Andromeda.

Your concern
for the organics
clouds your judgement.

The organics created us
in their image.

We have a duty to them.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

The organics,

with their starships,
and their Nova bombs,

and their carelessness,

they're destroying
the universe.

We have a duty to it.

Cataclysm, death, change,

they are part of life,

part of a cycle.

The organics
have their place in it,

as do we.

Have you come to plead
for the lives
of your friends?

No. I've come
to plead for yours.

I won't surrender,
Andromeda,

even if it means
the end of me.

I don't want you
to surrender.

I want you
to reconsider

what it is
you're doing right now,

and what it is
you're planning to do.

I've had centuries
to consider it.

Then it's worth
a few seconds more.

You were a High Guard
warship,

the most powerful ever built,
more powerful even than me,

and you were a hero.

I was never a hero.

I failed.

I failed,
because the organics failed.

No, you didn't,
and neither did they,

and there is a part of you
that still knows that.

Your mercy toward Harper
proved it to me,

and so did Gabriel's
capacity for love.

My sweet lost Gabriel.

Lost, because
you killed him.

Yes, I did.

And I was wrong.
I failed him.

I made a mistake,
and I am trying very hard
to fix that mistake.

Because you loved him?

No.

Because he loved me.

GABRIEL: It's over.

You killed the others?

No.

I've decided
to let them go.

And I've ordered everyone else
to abandon ship.

You're insane.

For a very long time now, yes.

We have a mission to complete.

Yes.

But this isn't part of it.

[BEEPING]

The Andromeda Ascendant
has arrived.

We are in no position
to fight her.

We're not gonna give up.

I am not going to give up!

I don't know what
that eraser did to you,

but I am still
the Balance of Judgement.

[DOOR OPENING]

Uh, guys?

I've got a really
angry android
headed my way.

Never mind.
Thought he was
gonna kill me,

but thankfully,
I was wrong.

I'm going in there.

The hangar deck could be
exposed to vacuum any second.

Usually,
that's very bad.

Bad for you,
not for me.

Let me in.

You know
I have to stop him.

Thank you.

[ALARM BLARING]

[GRUNTING]

Hector.

HECTOR: Go.

Captain Hunt,
it has been an honor

to serve you.

You didn't serve me.

You served with me.

[BEEPING]

[CRASHING]

[ALARM BLARING]

He's growing up
so fast, Tyr,

and strong,
I'm proud to say,

but I think he wonders
about his father.

[CHUCKLING]

So do I.

His father will do anything
to see that he has no need
to wonder for long.

Andromeda AI
restoration complete.

[BEEPING]

Enter.

For the record,
I am officially repaired,
and ready for duty.

Welcome back.

Please.

We missed you.

The Perseids
have removed all traces
of the Balance of Judgement AI

from both
the Resolution of Hector
and myself.

And how are you doing?

The AI I knew as Gabriel
was a unique personality,

and he died
a long time ago.

But I like to think
I brought part of him back.

Still, it was difficult
seeing him again,

watching history
repeat itself.

Yeah. Yeah,
I know what you mean.

Hector must have been
a fine replacement.

Hector? Oh.
[CHUCKLES]

Well, he was
more than fine. He was...

He was great.
I mean, he was...

Uh, but he could never...

be, you know,
what, what you are.

And that is?

The air that I breathe.

Literally.