Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 4, Episode 14 - The Others - full transcript

SEAMUS: Look at that.
It's magnificent.

Heart-stopping.
What piloting.

BEKA: Ah, they were wussies.
Made me look good.

Nonetheless, your battle
skills are exemplary.

Please, I could
do it blindfolded.

Have.

Funny.

I can recall you saying
you liked to do it blindfolded.

Blindfolded?

Never mind, Rhade.
It's just Harper frothing.

RHADE: Mm.



Oh, my goodness,
look at that maneuver.

BEKA: Even I envy me.

Amazing how a battle
can divert conflict.

Excellent recreation, Harper.

SEAMUS: Please, stop.

It's a simple matter
of extrapolating

the 3-d scenario from
my battle records, and then...

[ALARMS SOUNDING]

ANDROMEDA: I'm picking up
two unidentified ships

entering our security zone.

Neither has propulsion.

Magnify.

ANDROMEDA: Both ships date
Commonwealth year 9877.

Rate of drift speed indicates



they will enter our zone
in 30 seconds.

Hmm. Looks like
a traveling museum.

Rommie, life signs?

ANDROMEDA: Two,
one on each ship.

RHADE: Let's hope they're
in better shape than their ship.

DYLAN: Yeah, right.
Look at that damage.

Beka, bring us in.

SEAMUS: Wait a minute.

How come we always have to be
the ones to rescue people?

Because I love
to see you squirm.

DYLAN: Mr. Harper,

it's not our job
to avoid trouble.

That's a good
thing, 'cause it's
sure got a way of finding us.

Smells like a trap to me.

We're being hailed
by one of the ships.

It appears to be a simple
low-band radio signal.

Let's hear it.

WOMAN: Help! Someone,
please! Dear god!

Help! Please!

Receiving a Transmission
from the second ship.

MAN: Please, I beg of you,

if you cherish life, stop her!

WOMAN: You must
destroy him now.

Sounds like she's trouble.

Hey, just your kind of woman.

ANDROMEDA: Scans of both
ships indicate

all weapon systems
have been drained...

my guess, it's from
firing at each other,

and neither
has propulsion

to go... anywhere.

Hell of a one-way trip.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you determination
without strategy.

Let's bring them
into separate hangars.

ANDROMEDA: The ship's
configuration is Trillin.

What? Trillin?
They don't exist.

Well, except for those
that... do.

DYLAN: If memory serves,

wars turned
their star system

inhospitable
over a millennia ago.

Their battles
just went on and on.

Both sides
took slaves...

ANDROMEDA: That's very
good, Dylan.
Thank you.

My records indicate
they are indeed

an ancient race

known for their ruthless
fighting abilities,

and they have had
no known contact

with anyone Commonwealth
for centuries.

Hold up.

BEKA: Huh.

Just once I'd like
to rescue an ugly woman.

And ruin my chances
of being smitten by

or smoting
a beautiful woman?

Leave me alone.

I can't love straight
when I'm in think.

Whatever that means.

Captain. Rhade needs you
on hangar deck two.

On my way.

DYLAN: Get her to med deck.

I and my people
praise your capture

of the fifth council
persecutor, Zara.

I've chased her many weeks,
since she escaped

and stole the fighter
she was piloting,

so give me fuel,
and hand over my prisoner.

I am Captain Dylan Hunt.

This is Lieutenant Commander
Telemachus Rhade,

and you are?

Forgive me, Captain.

I've been alone in space
a long time.

My manners have eroded.

I am General Lach
of the planet Trillin.

Perhaps you would like to see
a medical officer.

What? This?

LACH: Your prisoner
did this.

Disease warfare.

Zara is guilty
of exterminating my race,

so, manners aside, Captain,

I must insist

that you give me Zara.

Guests don't make demands
on my ship.

That, Captain,
is unacceptable!

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING]

General.

DYLAN: Put him in the brig.

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]

[BEEPING]

SEAMUS: So how about we lighten
the mood, huh?

You look like
you could use a joke.

How do you get
a one-armed Magog

out of a tree?

Wave.

How can you tell
when a Nietzschean
is lying?

His lips are moving!

What did one Perseid
say to the other?

"Why the long face?"
What'd he say back?

"Well, I'm feeling
a little blue."

I'll be back.
Don't worry.

I've got a million
of 'em.

Don't worry, boss.
She's okay.

A few cuts,
some abrasions,

severe dehydration...

Zara is very lucky
that we got to her.

No, I mean she's not
the mass-murdering,

genocidal type.

I know, 'cause I'm
a good judge of character.

I could tell
by her response

when I... accidentally
brushed up against her.

I mean, look at her...

eyes, boss.

Sweet, sensitive.

I'll bet she cares
for all living things.

She hasn't said a thing
since she woke up.

That's because
she's shy,

and even still, I can sense
a growing bond between us.

She hasn't even looked
at you, Seamus.

I can build on that.

Historic chronicles were
found on Zara's ship.

Why don't you go
see if you can
figure out what's on them?

But, boss...
Dismissed.

The bond!
Leave.

Go help Rommie?

Go.

There was a bond.

Rommie's scan of Lach
shows that his condition
is not contagious,

though it can be Transmitted
through blood contact.

I have isolated him

until I can identify
the condition

and see if I can fix it.

The nanobots are designed

to accelerate
the healing process.

They will help
with the pain.

I can see from your eyes
you're in pain.

Pain is a reminder
you're alive.

Where I come from,

we've learned to cherish pain
like an old friend.

I am unaccustomed
to kindness.

I'm Trance Gemini,
medical officer,

and you're on
the Andromeda Ascendant.

You're perfectly safe here.

How long do you intend
to confine me?

Well, you're not
confined at all,

unless you give me
reason to believe
that you should be.

Am I the only
one rescued?

We also rescued
the one called Lach.

Ooh!

Why are you afraid of him?

He told you I'm a criminal?
My people call me a hero.

They're alive

because I have the skill
to protect them.

What is your fight, Zara?
What is it that you want?

I am the leader

of the fifth council
of the South...

what's left of it.

What do I want? Peace.

ZARA: I was taken
in battle,

sentenced to die...

but as you see,
I am not easy to kill.

Where were you headed?

Anywhere, looking for help.
I'd lost instrumentation.

My... my people...I...

my entire race

spends every moment
just trying to survive,

and if we live,

our reward is seeing
those we love eliminated.

Lach is the criminal.

Well, the atrocities
he accuses you of,

they did happen.

It began near the turn
of the second centaur moon,

10,000 or more of your years.

We were a world of two races,

one of art,
one of power and greed.

The people,
North-worlders, like Lach...

he and his lineage invaded.

My people were driven South,
herded like animals into camps,

even the people who knew
only beauty and creativity

learned to fight back.

It was the beginning
of the wars.

LACH: We call it
"the night of tears,"

the beginning
of the darkness.

Zara's ancestors
stole power.

and began driving my people

to the north half
of the planet.

We... cherished progress,
building a better world.

We wanted only peace.

You fought back.

What else do you do

when your existence
is threatened?

This great ship
of yours

was not built
to create art, was it?

No one's tried
to stop these wars

in all this time?

How do you stop a fire

when the other side
controls all the water?

I assume you're prepared
to provide proof

that Zara is guilty
of war crimes?

I am the proof.

But if you need more,

come see for yourself.

Come to my planet.
Save my people.

I don't ask for me...

I can't be saved...

but for them.

So, who's telling the truth?

Uh, they both are.
Just ask them.

They quote history
as proof.

TRANCE: History
is full of lies.

Ain't that the truth?
And constantly being rewritten.

You know, these two
give "dysfunctional"

a whole new meaning.

I say we just let them
duke it out.

Sure, let's put them in
the same room together.

TRANCE: If Zara admits to
causing Lach's illness,

and she can tell us
what it is,

that might help us save him.

You know, this could get ugly.

[DYLAN SMIRKS]

Better remove
anything breakable.

Liar!
Murderer!

Ask yourself
this question, Lach.

How far will
your venomous deceit

take you before you die?
And that will be soon.

I will live
long enough

to see
your miserable end.

All right, all right,
all right. Okay, I told you.

You fight,

and you get
the naughty cuffs.

Infidel!
Nonbeliever!

This is going well.

ZARA: This beast
has slaughtered

women, children,
the old, helpless...

My actions are justified!
I will do anything to survive.

All right, enough.
Enough, already.

Thank you.

Now, we've established

you're both horrible,
murderous, despicable specimens,
[LACH AND ZARA GRUNTING]

but I have to say, Zara,
[LACH GRUNTS]

using disease warfare
really tests my compassion.

How about compassion
for the extinction of my race

by his hands?

South-worlders aren't a race.

LACH: You're beneath

the lowest regurgitation
of filth.

My people are gentle, loving,
and caring, Captain.
[LACH SMIRKS]

Kill him while you can.

You hypocrite!

LACH: Your blood
will decorate my hands.

[LACH GROANING]

All right, that's it.
That's it!

Cretin!

That's it.
Put them in the brig.

[DYLAN SCREAMS IN PAIN]

ZARA: I will kill him!

[LACH SCREAMS IN ANGER]

LACH: Your entrails
will be my dinner!

TRANCE: Well, I've healed
your bite wound.

I'm afraid your blood
has been infected.

Oh, that's good news.

What's the illness, Trance?

I can tell you
what it isn't.

It's not viral.
It's not parasitic.

It's nothing
I have ever seen before.

Your organ cell structures
appear to be intact,

but there is increased
neural injury

at the pre-stem level.

Unfortunately,

that's going to become
painful very soon.

Trance, no more.
That's enough good news.

There is more.

Because you are
a heavy-worlder,

the pathogen is going to spread
more rapidly through your blood

than through Lach's.
[DYLAN SMIRKS]

Because my metabolism's faster,
I'm getting sicker faster.

That's great.

Dylan, this illness
is alien.

I do not yet have
enough information

to know what to do.

Nor do I.

Dylan, I highly recommend
we return to Tarazed immediately

and allow the experts there
to check you out.

No, I'm a wanted man
and this is a wanted ship,

so, Tarazed is out.

Besides, if what
you say is true,

I'll be dead
long before we get there.

I'm afraid so.

DYLAN: Ahh...

That's all the good news
I can handle for one day.

Is the crew in any danger?

Not unless Lach gets hungry.

Yeah.

Oh, Dylan,
you have to understand

you may not be able
to walk soon,

much less command.

If there's an answer,

we need to go to the source
of the illness.

Well, both sides have been
searching for a cure.

They just haven't been sharing
any information.

You see, Lach's people are sick,
and therefore they need a cure.

The slaves, however,
are healthy,

and therefore
able to produce weapons.

Zara's people, on the other
hand, are healthy,

but her slaves are sick,

and therefore
unable to produce weapons,

hence the desperate
desire for a cure.

Well, then we'll just have

to make them share their
information, now, won't we?

Oh!

All right.
Lie down.

Can you pass...
thank you.

[GRUNTING AND GROANING]

[NANOBOTS HISSING]

Try to relax.

It's getting better.

Oh, yeah... this is great.

It's good.

Okay, Dylan says to go
to the crazy people's planet,

we go, but we go prepared.

All missile tubes prepped
and loaded.

[BUTTONS BEEPING]

Set a course
for the Trillin system.

Boss, we already have.

Dylan, I thought

they knocked you
out of commission.

Oh, not today.
Just set a course.

Captain, should you
be on command?

Rhade...

ANDROMEDA: Dylan?
Mm?

You're too weak to be here.

Rommie...

you are no longer
my friend.

Prepare...

prepare for... the library.

My... my father's...

no, the Magog World ship
is coming.

ANDROMEDA: Captain?

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to relieve you of command.

Well, that's no relief at all,
'cause my power is not absolute.

No one can move me.

[THUD]

What, are you two
idiots?

Why didn't you
catch him?

I thought
you had him.

Blood tests show

that there are minimal
corresponding sequences

between you,
Zara, or Lach.

They do confirm that,

because you're
a heavy-worlder,

the disease
has run faster.

Now, the medication
I've given you

has reduced fever and should
help with the pain soon.

It already has, thanks.

Yeah.

Beka and Rhade
will find something.

Of course they will.

That planet is death
in so many ways.

Harper's converted
Zara's disks.

Show me.

TRANCE: You need to rest.

I need to see.

[THE SCREEN BEEPING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[WEAPONS BEING FIRED]

[BEEPING]

The Trillin system.

Only inhabitants
within 3-k light years

are on planet one
of the system.

Low-frequency radar
and infrared scans

reveal a thin layer of ash
in the troposphere

which has reduced
most growth and light.

Infrared visual optimal
due to ash.

Sonar-extension
augment-read, on.

There are extensive ruins
along the south of the planet.

No habitation
in any of them.

There is, however,
one active settlement,

remnant population
at best.

That settlement is located
just south of the equator,

close to what appears to be
a small mountain range.

Try North.

Several large cities present
and intact, but empty.

The remaining population
is in one encampment,

just to the north,

on the other side
of the mountain range.

I estimate one-tenth
of one percent

of the original population
has survived.

They've worn
their hate down

to as pure a point
as possible.

Let's get down there.

Rhade, you've got Lach.

Harper, you're with me.

And with Zara, don't forget.

Seamus, you're proof

that even here,
there's a capacity for love.

Love? Who said
anything about love?

That's almost downright human
of you, Telemachus.

You insult me after
I say something nice?

Easy. This is how
fights start.

Now, just so you understand,
you're in my custody.

I have the remote
on your restraint,

and I'm not Harper.

One wrong move,

and I zap you with a nice
juicy electric charge.

Got that?

I'm the Harper.

BEKA: On instruments.

There's something down there.

That's not a mountain range.

ZARA: It's the wall.

My people built it

to keep the north-worlders
from invading.

LACH: Behold the wall.

Security fence.

LACH: It took
centuries to build.

RHADE: Looks like someone
missed their
anger-management classes.

It's one of the great
achievements
of the universe.

RHADE: A very limited
universe, perhaps.

"Greatness" isn't the first word
that comes to my mind.

"Admiration"? "astonishment"?

"Envy," even?

Envy. Yes, that must be it.

You must admit

it takes a great people
to build that.

The north-worlders?

And so the south-worlders
look upon you in awe.

The south-worlders?

You think they're capable
of such an achievement?

LACH: Their sections fell

and had to be
rebuilt by us.

Because of that wall,

it's still possible
that one day

my people may return
to what they once were.

I can only imagine
what that was.

That's a hell of a line
drawn in the sand.

How can you hate someone so much
to build a wall like that?

Except blindly,

and for so long, you forget
why the first brick was laid.

This is why.

[SOLDIER SHOUTING ORDER]

PERSON: Everybody over here.

[WEAPON ZAPPING]

Tell them to stay back.

LACH: It's all right.

He's here
with a Commonwealth starship.

He's here to help.

I have orders to
remove your restraints

once Zara is a safe
distance from you.

You mean me from her,
don't you?

And what is a safe distance?

The hospital's this way.

WOMAN: Zara has returned!

Zara, we thought you were dead.

ZARA: All of you,
listen to me.

There is a Commonwealth
starship above us.

These are officers
of that ship...

a ship,
I must warn you,

that could wipe out our camp
instantly.

Now, we're not
threatening anyone.

We just need
your help.

Zara, why don't you tell
them why we're here?

Their Captain is sick.
They want a cure.

He has
northerner's disease.

You see?

Asking them to help

is asking them
to commit suicide.

Just take us to whoever
is working on the cure.

Your girlfriend's
from nice people.

I wasn't looking at her people.

You still have slaves
to do your work.

They're not sick...

and there's much work
to be done.

South-worlders constantly
probe our perimeters.

Nothing we can't
handle.

Like the wall handled it?

My people have been at war

for as long as time
has been recorded.

I don't expect you
to understand.

We didn't start this.

RHADE: Why am I not seeing
children?

LACH: They were the first
to succumb.

Their immune systems
weren't strong enough
to fight Zara's poison.

Meet our greatest
lifesaver, Dr. Crax-q.

Doctor?

Have you succeeded
in killing Zara?

She's back at her encampment.

Then the war drags on.

Who's this?

Telemachus Rhade,
Commonwealth officer

of the Andromeda
Ascendant.

Welcome to the sphincter
of the universe.

Their Captain has
contracted the disease.

They think
they can cure it,

build
on our research,

so I will leave you
for now.

Best wishes
with you.

You think
you can cure this?

You can look at centuries
of our science

and find the something
that we have overlooked?

Our superior technology
may succeed

where yours can't.

Well, our technology
is what got us into this mess.

Where would you like
to start?

Blood experiments?

Cell studies?

Skin research?

RHADE: I'm interested
in the children,

in their immune system.

Perhaps that's where
the answer lies.

RHADE: If we can find
the right information,

all your work
won't be in vain, doctor.

I'm not a doctor anymore.
I'm an undertaker.

DR. CRAX-Q: Our leaders have
promised us
everything you could dream of.

Do you see any dreams
being fulfilled here?

I don't even know if your
technology can read these.

We'll figure it out.

[ZAPPING SOUND]

Thank you, Telemachus,
for bringing me home,

and for the beautiful
slipfighter.

Don't be foolish.

The Androme can destroy you
in seconds.

I have nothing to lose,

but you...

don't you care about
your Captain?

TRANCE: Initial test
of Lach's blood

indicate the disease
was not created.

Zara's people didn't make,
much less ever use,

biological weapons.

So it's naturally occurring.

And Zara's people
are immune?

TRANCE: I don't know.

And in Dylan,
it just spread so fast.

We've tried everything.

Well, there is a solution,
Trance.

Obviously we haven't
tried everything.

Well, it's a figure
of speech.

"Everything"
implies infinity,

and infinity
is not constructive.

Well, how many possibilities
have you explored?

You're missing
my point.

What we need is
a linear solution.

DYLAN: Ladies. Ladies!

I'm dying here, okay?
A little respect.

Captain, I have lost contact
with Rhade.

Rommie, get to the surface.

Prep a slipfighter.

Ah...

Trance.

Something to drink?

BEKA: So you think the strain
was created by accident?

And you have no clues
as to its origin?

They question
our doctors

to see if we created
the northerner disease.

Fools.

What is it?

Confirmation, Zara,
of another slipfighter

flying low
into northern territory.

From Andromeda?

Affirmative.

Scouts report northern
activity on the ground.

They seem to be preparing
a bombing raid against us.

You. With me.

You've had us set up.

[COMMUNICATOR RINGING]
Beka.

Go, Trance.

Final blood tests confirm...

ZARA: you came here to send
coordinates to my enemies

so they could attack us.

Guards!

Take them
into custody.

This is why I should
never leave the ship,

hey, what the hell's
going...

Hey! easy.

SEAMUS: Oh!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

This is not good.

Beka? Beka!

DYLAN: Trance.

You're awake.
DYLAN: Yeah

Put the history
back on.

TRANCE: Here. Drink this.

Dylan, things on the planet
aren't going so well.

It doesn't matter.

The answer's here...

the chronicle of the slaves.

[SLAVES SCREAMING]

How can living creatures
treat each other like that?

Oh, they always manage
to find a reason.

[MUFFLED GROANING]

I wonder what your thoughts are
on the afterlife now?

Get me out of here.

Gauging from the activity
outside,

someone is going to war.

Lach's taken my slipfighter.
My guess, he's attacking Zara.

Initiating a final offensive.
Beka and Harper are there.

RHADE: I saw them
moving barrels
of something orange.

Yeah, it's gelatinized fuel.

Many post-industrial societies

used it in suborbital aircraft
as bombs.

The gelatin
sticks to everything,
the fuel incinerates it.

The good old days.

Okay, let's go.

Look, just because

Rhade's slipfighter
is in the air

doesn't necessarily mean
he's attacking you.

Then you've nothing
to worry about.

ZARA: We're not fools,
you know.

The strong always
help the strong.

What Lach doesn't know

is I've drawn him
into my trap.

ZARA: We have
fighters hidden

that have been waiting
for generations...

waiting for today.

You've set up an ambush?

Northern fighters!

SEAMUS: Oh, great.

This one's going to be close!

Trance.

There it is.

It's what I saw.

It's all right, Dylan,
you're feverish.

No, look.

DYLAN: Trance, it's there.

DYLAN: See?

It's the answer.

Look at the slave children.

That's the answer.

Closing on northern fighters.

I'm detecting
fighters from the south.

Where'd they come from?

Apparently the south has risen.

Trance, can you read me?

Go ahead.

In about one minute,
everything in Zara's camp
is going to be incinerated,

including Beka and Harper.

Who... in... slipfighter...

not responding.

Andromeda,
target my old slipfighter.

Target all the northern ships.

RHADE: Lach...
one of the war...

Incendiary bomb...
which warship...

I am unable to acquire
an accurate suborbital target.

Trance...

ship with fuel bomb
is heavier... Needs

needs more power...
it's hotter. Find it.

Andromeda,

run an infrared scan
at the northern fighters.

Calculate speed

and isolate which one of them
is burning hottest.

There.

Relay coordinates to Rhade.

Your arrogance
led to your death, Lach.

You never expected we'd meet you
fighter for fighter.

You surprise me, Zara,

but I still have
my surprise for you.

Ship two, do you have a lock
on the village?

SHIP TWO: Village in sight,
sir.

Begin bombing run.

Andromeda, we have the
attack force on visual.

Which ship
has the bomb?

Information relay...
incomplete again...

Thick particle
layer...

All right.
We're going to have to do this
the old-fashioned way.

SEAMUS: Incoming!

Huh. Ever feel like
it's your lucky day?

Uh-huh. Funny thing is
usually whenever I do,

it hasn't been
a very good one.

Unfortunately, I think this is
just Lach softening them up
for something bigger.

Great. I can't wait to see
what's next.

PILOT TWO : Closing in on
target, weapons engaged.

Five seconds
to activation.

For all those who have died,

and those left to remember
what we did on this day,

blow them to hell.

No...

how is it that... possible?

SEAMUS: Nice shot, Rhade!

Not bad...
for a Nietzschean.

Nice shooting, Rhade.

My southern family,
now we take the fight to them.

Finish it on the ground.

Very well. We'll finish this
where it began.

Lach is headed to Zara's camp,

no doubt to finish the battle
hand-to-hand.

Would you like me
to send a security detail?

Yes... get them all
back up here right now.

You still want to help me?

Technically, I never actually
said I wanted to help you.
I only wanted to...

Take cover!
Cut them off!

LACH: Surround them!

I see you brought
some friends, Zara.

At least
I still have some.

RHADE: Drop your weapons.

All of you...

drop your weapons.

Down, put them down.

COMMONWEALTH SOLDIER: Drop it.

ZARA: Take another step,
and I'll kill them both.

Apparently she's not
the girl of my dreams
after all, Rhade.

Shoot her!
Zara

Lach...

you can't
win this battle.

Put down your weapons before you
force me to take them.

Thank you.
I'll take that.

Do as he says.
BEKA: SEE?

We should have gone
directly to Tarazed.

Perhaps.

COMMONWEALTH SOLDIER:
Keep moving.

Zara and Lach,
Lach and Zara...

You are the cure.

Your separation
five millennia ago

secured
the biological failure
of both your groups.

The fact that Lach's people
began to suffer first
is merely a matter of chance.

ANDROMEDA: A similar fate,
different pathogen

would eventually have destroyed
Zara's people as well.

Assuming you hadn't
murdered each other first.

LACH: So you're saying

our biology
is what's killing us?

DYLAN: There never was
a southern race,

or a north. You are...

one people who need each other
to survive.

TRANCE: Watching your
historical chronicles,

Dylan recalled a story

of how the sides
separated politically,

eventually creating two races.

The enforced separation
limited your gene pool

and weakened both races.

DYLAN: Lachs blood
has infected mine,

but Zara's blood will heal me.

LACH: So we need to take
our slaves' blood

to ensure our survival?

DYLAN: No.
That will only heal you
temporarily.

TRANCE: You're so corrupt
that even your solutions
are devised in hate.

TRANCE: The result
of your wars...

down to the last one,
you've both lost.

DYLAN: The only true cure
is to end the war.

You must have children
of mixed blood

to carry on in health and peace.

For northerners and southerners
to thrive,

we would have to...

[DYLAN CHUCKLES]

well, people have been known
to enjoy it.

You'll have to prove
this insanity

before I believe it.

Oh, I certainly intend to.

TRANCE: I took the samples
of Zara's blood,

mixed and processed it
with Lach's,

and ran tests.

The results proved
to be successful

in destroying the illness.

Your combined blood is the cure.

But first, I need a fresh blood
sample from Zara.

[NANOBOT HISSING]

You are not putting
that blood in me.

DYLAN: No...

in me.

All I require
is an extraction.

[NANOBOT HISSING]

What's it going to do?

Kill me?

[NANOBOT HISSING]

[DYLAN JERKS IN PAIN]

TRANCE: What are you
feeling?

It's a burning sensation...

Yeah, could be lunch.

Ow!

Maybe not.

[DYLAN MOANS IN PAIN]

[DYLAN GRUNTS IN PAIN]

TRANCE: The cure has worked
faster in Dylan

for the same reason
that the illness spread faster.

ANDROMEDA: We're going to
return you to your planet now,

and now is the time
to make peace, not war.

TRANCE: Though the things
you will have to change

will be the hardest...
your hearts and your minds,

'cause that's where hate lives.

DYLAN: Your future, your

children's future,

is in question,

and true love
is the only answer...

So, since Andromeda
has no further business

in this star system,

we will be on our way.

It's been a limited pleasure
meeting you both.

[LACH AND ZARA SCREAM
AT EACH OTHER IN ANGER]

Glad you're still
with us, boss.

Yeah, I'm glad
to be with you too.

Preparing
for slipstream.

Uh, but first, there's
something I want to do.

Rommie?

Target locked.

Target? Locked?

SEAMUS: Something you want to
share with the class?

Enhance infrared.

What are you doing, Dylan?

Oh, I'm just giving them
a head start.

Fire.

[MISSILES HISSING]

[EXPLOSION]

Now, that's what I call

breaking down
the walls of communication.

BEKA: Huh.

Can we go now?

Sure.

I will be happy
when we do.

Any particular destination
in mind?

Anywhere but here.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]