Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 4, Episode 20 - Time Out of Mind - full transcript
A man from Beka's past posing as a Wayist's killed by agents of the Abyss. The crew must find what he was hiding before the Abyss.
ANNOUNCER:
Attention. Attention.
Transport passengers...
SEAMUS:
Welcome to the Eureka Maru,
where the party
never ends.
Of course, that's because
it never begins either,
but that's
another story. Ha!
ANNOUNCER:
...the pre-defined area.
Thank you.
Attention. Attention.
Look, happy hour doesn't start
until one of you
actually smiles, okay?
ANNOUNCER: Attention,
arriving passengers,
please stay clear of ladders,
storage areas, and portals.
Please stay
within the pre-defined area.
Thank you.
Ah, my two rays of sunshine
have revealed themselves
at last.
After 25 years
of tracking you
through a galaxy,
it was here all along.
The voice of darkness
never left.
I can understand
how upset you must be
after all that wasted time.
Where is it?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...
I see you people still wear
those abysmal necklaces.
You know,
the fun of accessorizing
is variety.
We'll rip this ship apart,
and we'll find it.
We don't need you anymore.
[GRUNTS]
Hey, what are
you two doing?
[GRUNTING]
Hey, hey, hey!
Leave it or die.
[ELECTRIC BUZZ]
[GROANS]
[GROANS]
Maybe you should have said
"please."
Beka...
North star.
SEAMUS: The great thing
about the Maru is
we've got cargo loads...
Oof!
Hey!
Shut the air lock!
[SCREAMING]
What kind of Wayists
were they?
The suicidal kind.
They sure found
the way now.
Watch them.
I'm fine. Um...
Don't talk. Don't talk.
How's he doing?
He's in bad shape.
I told him to try not talking,
but I think he's delirious.
Maybe he's trying to tell us
who those guys were.
Well, they weren't Wayists,
that's for sure.
DYING MAN: Beka.
Beka...
How do you know my name?
Your present...
don't let them find...
your past.
Who are you?
[LAUGHS WITH DIFFICULTY]
He's not a Wayist either.
He's a Collector.
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]
What the hell were they?
Pretending to be Wayists,
jumping straight
out of our air lock
into deep space...
I mean, my jokes
weren't that bad.
What kind of
freaks do that?
Non-organic freaks.
ANDROMEDA: Analysis indicates
particles were composed
of 38.5% hyper-synthetics,
41.3% foam titanium,
15.2% organic material,
and 5% Muelanium.
A radical isotope.
Surprise, surprise. The Abyss.
Before their sudden departure,
they transmitted
high-frequency sound waves.
TRANCE: He didn't have much.
Disguised
as a Wayist,
his possessions
were few.
He'd been living among
them for 25 years.
Yet he knew Beka's name.
RHADE: Well, now
we know his...
Theocrattus.
Theocrattus? I do know him.
Henry Theocrattus Wezlow.
Ponk...
I got your nose.
When I knew him,
he just went by "Wezlow."
He and his wife, Nema,
used to work on the Maru
when I was a little kid.
I can't believe
I wouldn't recognize him.
I can't believe
he was a Collector.
He was always such a great guy.
That never changed.
He... He had a tattoo.
He was a true Collector.
The kind that seek knowledge
for its own sake,
not power.
Huh. I didn't think
there were any left.
That's because
they went into hiding.
DYLAN: But Wezlow
came out of hiding
to find Beka.
Rommie, enhance and replay
Wezlow's last words.
Enhancing and replaying.
Beka... Beka...
your present...
don't let them find
your past.
And in the future,
leave better messages.
It means nothing to me.
TRANCE: Maybe this will help.
I found the flexi
sewn into his robes.
A map. A treasure map.
Maybe your future
just got brighter,
Beka.
Maybe my future
just got brighter.
Daedalus five,
Rommie.
Daedalus five was destroyed
by an asteroid 300 years ago.
I told you
not to get your hopes up.
Well, this looks like
it's our only hope.
The Abyss is after
what Wezlow wanted to tell you.
A man came out of my past
and died right in front of me.
I can't let this pass.
All right, then. Let's go.
It's still here,
and it's intact.
Yes, and surface scans
indicate hospitable
atmospheric conditions.
The interior of the planet
is composed
of highly compressed matter...
5.6 grams per cubic centimeter.
Dylan, the moons
on the holo-flexi
have moved
from their original position.
I'll realign them.
The underground coordinates
of the planet.
I'm detecting
a catacomb environment
composed of 5,000 hallways
within 500 main galleries.
The walls are made up
of silica and copper.
Computers!
A library. Of course.
I think that qualifies
as buried treasure.
Yeah, for
impractical nerds.
Some actually value
wealth of knowledge
over material wealth,
Harper.
And some already have
all the knowledge we need.
We value silence
over stupid opinions.
So why are you
still talking?
Are you two finished?
The map indicates
a specific gallery,
and that is where we start.
SEAMUS: Look, it's not that
I can't see the value
of knowledge.
It's just that, for once,
I'd like to see
the value of treasure
in my own two hands.
BEKA: For the last time, Harper,
we're not looking
for treasure.
All right, so if
this is a library,
where are
all the flexis?
SEAMUS: Boss.
BEKA: Dylan.
SEAMUS: Uh, we've got
company.
Hey, it's just like
the Bev-O-Tron.
I press a button,
and out comes
a cool drink of love.
She's a person, Harper,
not a sparky cola.
You're Captain Dylan Hunt.
Guilty.
We weren't sure of
the reception we'd get
if we announced ourselves.
I'm Collector Amira.
I can't imagine how you found
our special collection,
or what brings you here.
Just doing a little research.
In our archive,
there is nothing but stored
recordings of historical events,
popular culture,
and literature
collected over centuries
by our field operatives.
What makes the archives unique
is that you experience them
instead of simply reading them.
Sounds like
the Montrosian archives...
the knowledge
of three universes.
Hey, wait a minute.
These are the Montrosian
archives, aren't they?
That's why records
say Daedalus five
was obliterated.
Yes, in order to protect
the library,
we led people to believe
it was destroyed.
DYLAN: Well, if knowledge
is power,
this much knowledge
is a supernova.
In the wrong hands.
[PHONE BLEEPS]
ANDROMEDA: Captain.
Excuse me.
Go ahead.
Dylan, I'm unable
to upload the archives
without risking irreparable
damage to my systems.
The collection has over
600 crippling viruses.
You came to take them?
No, just to make a copy,
but it looks like we'll have to
search the old-fashioned way...
by hand.
The library contains
160,000 V. R. archives.
Thank you.
Great. That's only 53,333
between us...
plus one.
It might help if you tell me
what you're looking for.
Something from my past.
This belongs to a collector.
Field operatives don't let these
out of their sight.
It's the only way
to find their way
back to us.
How did you get this?
It was in Wezlow's belongings.
He's dead.
Wezlow?
He was just here a week ago
updating an archive.
I'm sorry.
I think you should leave.
I can't help you.
You aren't in any danger
from us.
In fact, we may be
your only hope
of avoiding the same fate
as Wezlow's.
RHADE:
What in three galaxies is that?
It wasn't there
a minute ago.
She doesn't know
whether to trust us
or send us packing.
Well, we need
her help,
so whatever
gets that trust,
we do.
[PHONE BLEEPS]
Go ahead.
Dylan, I'm detecting a mass
at the far end of the library.
Plasma-based, 800 cubic meters,
and it's moving.
And so are you. Rhade?
We're on it.
Andromeda, analyze. Hunt out.
Please tell me
we haven't walked into a trap.
You tell me.
You're the one
that knew Wezlow.
No.
Not in a million years.
We're not the only ones
that want what he had.
So... these are...
Tri-keys.
They enable access
to the archives.
I'm not going
to break them.
There we go.
Let's see.
Xinti: Language and development,
CY 5204.
Squorms:
A brief history.
Yikes.
Here we go.
Ah. Pride and Prejudice,
a novel in three acts.
[BEEPS]
AUTOMATED VOICE:
A story too big to be contained
in a flexi.
You've got to live it
to believe it.
Come aboard
the progenitor's pride
for a passionate
Nietzschean tale
of love and betrayal
that will thrill you
right down to your bone blades.
[SCOFFS] The plot
of the Nietzschean drama queen.
Uh, no, thank you.
Been there, done that.
This one, however,
is called Andromeda Unleashed.
I'll bet I look great.
You know, I've never even heard
of a library like this.
That's 'cause they don't carry
Dirk Sprocket, Drift Detective.
Actually, we do.
We have an extensive
fiction collection.
Really? So does Harper,
only it's called his love life.
Ha-ha.
Focus, Harper. We're not
going to find what we're
looking for in a pulp novel.
I'm going to keep this one.
I checked
your map's coordinates.
These are the tri-keys
that correspond
to the archives
they reference.
[BEEPS]
When you enter
and close the door,
the tri-key
locates the archive,
and your synapses
are connected to it.
Like slipstreaming
without a ship.
Sounds dangerous.
AMIRA: It is.
If the physical connection
is broken
before the archive
has completed its cycle,
the visitor's synapses
will be shredded,
their mind
permanently crippled.
Ouch.
There's also a danger
to the body.
Any physical trauma
experienced in an archive
can trick the mind
into replicating the damage
in the body.
Hey, okay, we didn't
just fall off
the virtual
turnip truck, okay?
What Mr. Harper
is so eloquently
trying to say
is that we are familiar
with virtual systems.
DYLAN: Amira...
you can trust us.
You have my word
that we won't harm
these records.
I do trust you,
Captain Hunt.
[KEYS BEEPING]
[DOOR SLIDES OPEN]
This tri-key
is the one Wezlow updated
when he was last here.
It covers
a six-month period
on a vessel
called the Eureka Maru.
Follow me.
Gladly.
Settle.
Located Hunt.
There's nothing here,
Trance,
at least not visible
to the naked eye.
The sensors
are picking up movement.
It should be
right in front of you.
Yeah, there it is.
Whatever it is,
it's reading
the library's data.
Trance, target the mass now.
And it's moving again,
faster this time.
Again, Trance, full power.
[METAL POPPING]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
Never mind, Trance!
[EXCLAIMS]
[GRUNTS]
It's continuing
towards us.
[PANTING]
Are you all right?
It read my programs.
Its mass is increasing
as it progresses,
and when it held Rommie,
its mass tripled.
A data net...
it's reading, absorbing,
and erasing everything
in its wake.
TRANCE:
Rommie activated safe mode
to prevent further damage,
but, Dylan,
without Andromeda's systems,
we can't even slow it down.
Yeah, well, it won't stop
until it has
what it's looking for.
Enough knowledge
of three galaxies
to destroy them instantly.
It has a weakness, Trance.
Find it.
Ha! Finally.
Ah! The knowledge
of three universes,
and yet the wise
and powerful Harper
has done it again.
I think
I've got them all.
Fifteen archives
that all reference
Beka and Wezlow.
That narrows your search enough
to begin.
[BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
You must select
a character
from the history
whose point of view
you will take.
You can also take
the point of view
of an observer.
So...
we only experience
what others say and do?
No, you experience
your own character as well,
first hand.
The archive will lead you.
All you have to do is follow it.
Don't resist.
If you pause the program,
you'll revert to yourself
and won't be able to speak
freely until you resume.
Say "eject" to be disconnected
from the program.
Piece of cake.
We'll start with you.
Piece of cake, huh?
Since you experienced
the original event,
I will assign you
the same character.
You'll be reliving
your past, Beka.
Don't let it throw you.
Don't worry.
I've seen it all before.
[KEYS BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
Pause program.
Resume program.
What are you doing
out of bed?
You're going to get in trouble.
I... had to get a drink.
Oh.
Well, the drinks
are that way.
What are you really up to?
I'm looking
for my birthday presents.
[CHUCKLING]
That's a good idea.
What did you ask for?
[DISTORTED SPEECH]
Pause program.
That's weird. Resume program.
Well, who wouldn't want
one of those, eh, Rocket?
Henry Theocrattus Wezlow,
are you bringing me that flexi
or not?
Theocrattus?
Yeah. I'll be right there.
Okay, well,
you go ahead and look,
but just don't go that way,
okay,
because your dad's
pretty busy in there.
All right?
Oh, and, um... there's
something else.
Oh yeah.
Ponk...
I've got your nose.
But I can still smell you.
BEKA'S DAD:
Wezlow, take over here.
All right.
BEKA'S DAD: I finally got a hold
of Beka's mom.
It's about time
you got back to me.
Beka's birthday is tomorrow,
and the doll's not here.
Talia, she is your daughter.
Beka is everything to me.
Everything. She's my life.
Pause program.
Dad?
Resume program.
Sweet little Beka.
All right,
make me anybody but Beka.
Nobody with a beard is kissing
these lips good night.
Harper, this isn't
an amusement park,
and we don't have
all day.
I'd like to check out
your archives.
Harper.
You don't have any
do you?
Go.
First date, maybe?
So?
He'll be sorry.
[PHONE BLEEPS]
Go ahead.
TRANCE: Dylan.
Trance, give me some good news.
We were able to
partition enough power
to keep the density
systems operational.
Well, that's kind of good news.
We've ascertained
that the data net
is receiving
an ultrasonic signal
from somewhere
on the planet.
Although
I can't assure accuracy,
I estimate the data net
will reach you in 36 minutes.
So it's being controlled
from someone or something
down here.
And it appears
they're sending it your way.
That's not good news at all.
[SIGHS]
Beka?
It doesn't look like
it went well.
No, it was fine.
One thing, though...
at one point, I couldn't
hear myself speak.
That's unusual.
We take great care to preserve
the quality of these recordings.
Amira, I don't want you
to be alarmed,
but we believe
our enemies are already here.
The new Collectors?
No, it's worse.
A data net has begun
to consume this library.
A data net.
It may have affected
the archive you were in.
Damaged archives
can't function properly.
We have to stop and shut down.
No. I don't think
we should stop.
Um, it's probably got
its own power source anyway.
DYLAN:
Where are you going?
Uh, back in.
Be careful?
Eject at any sign of trouble.
Trouble, eject. Gotcha.
[WHIRRING]
My turn.
It's... It's going
to be okay.
I have to come
with you
to assess the damage
that's happening.
It's your library.
I'll key you in
as Wezlow
and take his wife Nema's
point of view.
Lead the way.
Husband
and wife, huh?
[BEEPING]
I found the library
with the Wezlow archives.
Hurry with the redirection
of the data net.
[WHIRRING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[SPITTING]
Which part
of "don't make me Beka"
don't you understand?
[WHIRRING AND WHOOSHING]
What the...
The data net is still receiving
ultrasonic signals,
but the source remains unknown.
RHADE:
Amplify those signals.
It's moving closer to Dylan.
RHADE: Open a comm link.
Outgoing communication
has failed.
We have to warn them.
Ready a drop pod.
I'm going down.
I'm going with you.
[GROANING]
Pause program.
Don't fight the program.
Yeah, but Beka said
they were married.
And?
Ah, got it.
Resume program.
I heard you were helping Shasia
with her little flexi problem
again.
Did you do anything
you were supposed to
while I was gone?
Of course I did.
I helped load
Captain Valentine's
stolen
than nesting burrows,
and I beat Beka
at Battlestar
three times.
And?
What?
Oh, I repaired one of
the archive recorders.
Get ready for your
close-up, darling.
One of these days,
you're going to have to
take something seriously.
Yeah? Not today.
Pause program.
Ow.
I was a nano-shrimp.
Resume program.
If I get my doll, I swear,
I swear, I swear
that this time,
I'll keep my quarters clean.
Pause program.
Hmm.
Oh, what the hell?
Anywhere's better than here.
[KEYS BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
You must relax.
Your shoulders
are like iron bars.
The commonwealth will wait
until you complete
your breathing exercises, ja?
Breathing is for
the other guys, mate.
I've got the fate
of three galaxies
in my hands.
Ow!
You're right,
Mr. Harper.
We need action,
and plenty of it.
Speaking of action...
I was hoping you could join me
later this evening
for some nice
korret bird steaks.
After you've quashed
the tri-galaxy rebellion,
of course.
Hmm. Shiny.
Let's say
at about... six?
Well, actually,
it's more like 12,
but I'll be there
in five.
Pause program.
Eureka, that's what I say.
Aah!
I don't look like that.
Ow!
Resume program.
[BEEPING]
Identify yourself.
Collector Field Operative
Lisset. Just making a drop-off.
Where's your insignia?
[GRUNTS]
Ah!
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Captain! Stop!
[GROANS]
Captain,
perhaps this isn't
the right time or place,
but if I may make a suggestion,
what this ship really needs
is a damn good cobbler.
Captain, a pride of
killer Nietzscheans
is advancing on us,
and I am very sure
that we will die
in three hours,
seven minutes,
and one second.
Oh, no! The mega-balega
tufis equalizer
needs equalizing.
Pause program.
Who writes this crap?
What am I, a goof?
Pause program.
End program.
Eject.
I said eject.
Why won't it end?
[GRUNTS]
The data net
is getting closer.
Do you think she was
an agent of the Abyss?
I know she was.
Her strength
was enormous,
and now she's gone
into the archives.
Dylan doesn't know
that she's there.
She could get to the information
before Dylan...
or worse.
[BEEPS]
Locked out.
Rommie says
we have 20 minutes.
Fine, I like being
under pressure.
Well, then,
you'll like this.
The tri-key is missing
from this archive,
but it's in progress.
Harper...
either she took it...
Or it's one of those.
Hey.
Holy, what's this?
I ran into a little trouble
retrieving the package.
Well, it looks like more
than a little trouble.
What do you care?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What?
I care
because I love you.
Huh?
I just wish I was better
at telling you.
Okay?
Pause program.
Isn't this touching?
I don't think she's part
of the archive.
Apparently the Abyss
would also like to direct.
Tell me where
the Voice of Darkness is,
and I'll stop the data net
from destroying the archives.
Tell me what
the Voice of Darkness is,
and we'll stop the Abyss
from killing you.
You fools!
[GRUNTING]
Well, I felt that.
This is good.
Resume program.
Ha!
Resume program!
Your medallion's
like your boss...
It's on its way out.
[GRUNTING]
WEZLOW: Nietzscheans.
They've come for the bell.
[GROANS]
After I take
the Voice of Darkness,
I want to hear you scream.
Wezlow.
Nema, no.
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]
[GROANS]
Nema!
DYLAN: Pause program.
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]
Targott, the Abyss
shall know that one day,
this bell will bring about
its downfall.
I will see to it myself,
but for now, it leaves with me
and remains hidden
until the time is right
to destroy it...
a time you will never see.
[GRUNTS]
So this is
what you've been using
to control the data net.
Stop it now.
You can't stop
what the Abyss has started.
That only guides its direction.
Then I guess
this is useless to me.
You okay?
I am now.
[KEYS BEEPING]
Buh-bye.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[WHIRRING]
We've just left her
in a continual loop.
Yeah? What a shame.
We think she did the same thing
to Harper,
but we don't know
which key he was using,
so we can't get him out.
And we're
running out of time.
Soon we won't be able
to enter the archives at all.
Keep trying keys.
Beka?
We figured out what Wezlow
wanted you to find.
It was some kind of bell.
If that's supposed
to ring a bell, it doesn't.
Sorry.
He must have left a clue.
I mean, anything
out of the ordinary?
Well, this whole thing
is out of the ordinary.
Wait... that faulty archive,
it was all about
my birthday presents.
A present from your past.
Just what Wezlow said
before he died.
We'll have to go back in.
We'll fast-forward
to that point.
And go as observers.
Stay safe.
[DISTORTED SPEECH]
Wow.
Pause program.
See? There,
I'm telling Wezlow
what I want
for my birthday,
but you can't hear it.
Well, come on, Beka.
You can remember
what you said.
Yeah, a Clarinthian
angel doll.
It's what I wanted
more than anything.
A Clarinthian
angel doll.
Uh-oh, the program's
disintegrating.
No, this is different.
It's a passcode,
and Wezlow knew
only you could say it.
Hey, Wezlow,
look what I got for my birthday.
It's cute.
Have a seat there,
sweetie pie.
Now, listen to me, Rocket.
I don't want you to get sad,
but... I've got to go away,
okay?
Now, I need you to
promise me something.
I need you to promise me
that you're going
to take care of her
no matter what.
When the boys come,
when you're flying the Maru
all by yourself,
it's very important
that you take care of her.
L... I promise.
[BELL RINGING]
What's that sound
she's making?
That is
her angel's voice.
See, she has greatness
inside her.
So do you.
Wezlow, wait.
What's up, sweetie?
What's up?
I've got your nose.
[SNIFFS]
But I can still smell you.
RHADE: Trance!
The doll.
Where is it?
Uh, on the Maru,
in my foot locker.
We need it. Now.
Eject.
Eject.
Pause program?
I thought "eject" was supposed
to be the magic word.
The program is breaking down.
Great. So how do we get out?
That's a good question.
Beka, there's one possibility.
Something that worked
in a similar situation.
Oh, no.
That was different.
That wasn't really me.
You're not throwing me
against a wall.
No, no, no, no,
of course not.
We're going to jump
through it together.
It worked.
[SIGHS] I've never
been so happy
to see the inside
of a library.
What happened?
We've got the key
to the archive
Harper's stuck in.
AMIRA: It may be too late,
and it's too dangerous
for anyone to go in after him
with the state
the archive is in.
But it's Harper.
I'm going in.
Come here.
Get her back to the Maru.
Beka, you know what we need.
Thank God I keep my promises.
Pause program.
[GASPS]
Harper, it's time to go.
Yes, sir, yes, sir.
I'm fizzing the popun yetsits
on the holy bobber
as fast as I can.
It'll just take a jiffy
to clean up the fitzny
gutzen poppers...
Harper, I really need to
check you out of this program.
No more weissbrau?
No.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
Harper, stay with me.
Let me tell you,
the data port
works much better.
Thank God I'm myself again.
Yeah, but not for long.
We'd better hurry.
I see what you mean.
We've got
to stop that thing.
That's the plan.
I've got it.
You know, I used
to wonder why people
would hang on
to things like this.
Okay, I know I've been
in a loop,
which means I've been
out of the loop,
but is this a time
to be playing with dolls?
I mean, really, boss,
you look silly.
The Abyss wants this bell.
Its agents are afraid of it.
Somehow it has the power
to stop them.
Maybe sound is
the language of the Abyss.
It's a bell. Ring it.
[RINGING]
Nothing's happening.
There's a reason
why Wezlow wanted you
to have this, Beka.
He said "greatness within me."
Well, I believe he meant
for you to have this honor.
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]
[LOUD ELECTRONIC BUZZ]
[GRUNTING]
[SCOFFS]
Saved by the bell.
Phew.
Captain.
Amira.
I just wanted to thank you,
Dylan.
I've decided
that instead of
watching history,
I'm going to make it,
so to speak.
My next assignment
will be as a field operative.
Congratulations.
There may be fewer of us
true Collectors left,
but we stand behind you
and we hope for the return
of the Commonwealth.
Perhaps one day,
we will meet again.
Perhaps.
Um, I wish you luck
in restoring the archives.
I regret so many of them
were destroyed.
At least the Abyss
didn't get the data.
And besides,
what kind of library
doesn't keep a backup
somewhere?
Hey.
Hey.
Well, I'm no Trance,
but I think
that'll do the trick.
I haven't looked
at this doll in ages.
And yet you kept it safe
all these years.
Yeah.
Well, I didn't realize it
until today,
but it's a big part of me.
I am who I am
because of having people
like Wezlow and my dad
in my life,
people who believed
in me.
People like you.
Our paths came together
for a reason.
Now, because of you,
we have a weapon to use
against the Abyss...
The voice of an angel.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
Attention. Attention.
Transport passengers...
SEAMUS:
Welcome to the Eureka Maru,
where the party
never ends.
Of course, that's because
it never begins either,
but that's
another story. Ha!
ANNOUNCER:
...the pre-defined area.
Thank you.
Attention. Attention.
Look, happy hour doesn't start
until one of you
actually smiles, okay?
ANNOUNCER: Attention,
arriving passengers,
please stay clear of ladders,
storage areas, and portals.
Please stay
within the pre-defined area.
Thank you.
Ah, my two rays of sunshine
have revealed themselves
at last.
After 25 years
of tracking you
through a galaxy,
it was here all along.
The voice of darkness
never left.
I can understand
how upset you must be
after all that wasted time.
Where is it?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...
I see you people still wear
those abysmal necklaces.
You know,
the fun of accessorizing
is variety.
We'll rip this ship apart,
and we'll find it.
We don't need you anymore.
[GRUNTS]
Hey, what are
you two doing?
[GRUNTING]
Hey, hey, hey!
Leave it or die.
[ELECTRIC BUZZ]
[GROANS]
[GROANS]
Maybe you should have said
"please."
Beka...
North star.
SEAMUS: The great thing
about the Maru is
we've got cargo loads...
Oof!
Hey!
Shut the air lock!
[SCREAMING]
What kind of Wayists
were they?
The suicidal kind.
They sure found
the way now.
Watch them.
I'm fine. Um...
Don't talk. Don't talk.
How's he doing?
He's in bad shape.
I told him to try not talking,
but I think he's delirious.
Maybe he's trying to tell us
who those guys were.
Well, they weren't Wayists,
that's for sure.
DYING MAN: Beka.
Beka...
How do you know my name?
Your present...
don't let them find...
your past.
Who are you?
[LAUGHS WITH DIFFICULTY]
He's not a Wayist either.
He's a Collector.
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]
What the hell were they?
Pretending to be Wayists,
jumping straight
out of our air lock
into deep space...
I mean, my jokes
weren't that bad.
What kind of
freaks do that?
Non-organic freaks.
ANDROMEDA: Analysis indicates
particles were composed
of 38.5% hyper-synthetics,
41.3% foam titanium,
15.2% organic material,
and 5% Muelanium.
A radical isotope.
Surprise, surprise. The Abyss.
Before their sudden departure,
they transmitted
high-frequency sound waves.
TRANCE: He didn't have much.
Disguised
as a Wayist,
his possessions
were few.
He'd been living among
them for 25 years.
Yet he knew Beka's name.
RHADE: Well, now
we know his...
Theocrattus.
Theocrattus? I do know him.
Henry Theocrattus Wezlow.
Ponk...
I got your nose.
When I knew him,
he just went by "Wezlow."
He and his wife, Nema,
used to work on the Maru
when I was a little kid.
I can't believe
I wouldn't recognize him.
I can't believe
he was a Collector.
He was always such a great guy.
That never changed.
He... He had a tattoo.
He was a true Collector.
The kind that seek knowledge
for its own sake,
not power.
Huh. I didn't think
there were any left.
That's because
they went into hiding.
DYLAN: But Wezlow
came out of hiding
to find Beka.
Rommie, enhance and replay
Wezlow's last words.
Enhancing and replaying.
Beka... Beka...
your present...
don't let them find
your past.
And in the future,
leave better messages.
It means nothing to me.
TRANCE: Maybe this will help.
I found the flexi
sewn into his robes.
A map. A treasure map.
Maybe your future
just got brighter,
Beka.
Maybe my future
just got brighter.
Daedalus five,
Rommie.
Daedalus five was destroyed
by an asteroid 300 years ago.
I told you
not to get your hopes up.
Well, this looks like
it's our only hope.
The Abyss is after
what Wezlow wanted to tell you.
A man came out of my past
and died right in front of me.
I can't let this pass.
All right, then. Let's go.
It's still here,
and it's intact.
Yes, and surface scans
indicate hospitable
atmospheric conditions.
The interior of the planet
is composed
of highly compressed matter...
5.6 grams per cubic centimeter.
Dylan, the moons
on the holo-flexi
have moved
from their original position.
I'll realign them.
The underground coordinates
of the planet.
I'm detecting
a catacomb environment
composed of 5,000 hallways
within 500 main galleries.
The walls are made up
of silica and copper.
Computers!
A library. Of course.
I think that qualifies
as buried treasure.
Yeah, for
impractical nerds.
Some actually value
wealth of knowledge
over material wealth,
Harper.
And some already have
all the knowledge we need.
We value silence
over stupid opinions.
So why are you
still talking?
Are you two finished?
The map indicates
a specific gallery,
and that is where we start.
SEAMUS: Look, it's not that
I can't see the value
of knowledge.
It's just that, for once,
I'd like to see
the value of treasure
in my own two hands.
BEKA: For the last time, Harper,
we're not looking
for treasure.
All right, so if
this is a library,
where are
all the flexis?
SEAMUS: Boss.
BEKA: Dylan.
SEAMUS: Uh, we've got
company.
Hey, it's just like
the Bev-O-Tron.
I press a button,
and out comes
a cool drink of love.
She's a person, Harper,
not a sparky cola.
You're Captain Dylan Hunt.
Guilty.
We weren't sure of
the reception we'd get
if we announced ourselves.
I'm Collector Amira.
I can't imagine how you found
our special collection,
or what brings you here.
Just doing a little research.
In our archive,
there is nothing but stored
recordings of historical events,
popular culture,
and literature
collected over centuries
by our field operatives.
What makes the archives unique
is that you experience them
instead of simply reading them.
Sounds like
the Montrosian archives...
the knowledge
of three universes.
Hey, wait a minute.
These are the Montrosian
archives, aren't they?
That's why records
say Daedalus five
was obliterated.
Yes, in order to protect
the library,
we led people to believe
it was destroyed.
DYLAN: Well, if knowledge
is power,
this much knowledge
is a supernova.
In the wrong hands.
[PHONE BLEEPS]
ANDROMEDA: Captain.
Excuse me.
Go ahead.
Dylan, I'm unable
to upload the archives
without risking irreparable
damage to my systems.
The collection has over
600 crippling viruses.
You came to take them?
No, just to make a copy,
but it looks like we'll have to
search the old-fashioned way...
by hand.
The library contains
160,000 V. R. archives.
Thank you.
Great. That's only 53,333
between us...
plus one.
It might help if you tell me
what you're looking for.
Something from my past.
This belongs to a collector.
Field operatives don't let these
out of their sight.
It's the only way
to find their way
back to us.
How did you get this?
It was in Wezlow's belongings.
He's dead.
Wezlow?
He was just here a week ago
updating an archive.
I'm sorry.
I think you should leave.
I can't help you.
You aren't in any danger
from us.
In fact, we may be
your only hope
of avoiding the same fate
as Wezlow's.
RHADE:
What in three galaxies is that?
It wasn't there
a minute ago.
She doesn't know
whether to trust us
or send us packing.
Well, we need
her help,
so whatever
gets that trust,
we do.
[PHONE BLEEPS]
Go ahead.
Dylan, I'm detecting a mass
at the far end of the library.
Plasma-based, 800 cubic meters,
and it's moving.
And so are you. Rhade?
We're on it.
Andromeda, analyze. Hunt out.
Please tell me
we haven't walked into a trap.
You tell me.
You're the one
that knew Wezlow.
No.
Not in a million years.
We're not the only ones
that want what he had.
So... these are...
Tri-keys.
They enable access
to the archives.
I'm not going
to break them.
There we go.
Let's see.
Xinti: Language and development,
CY 5204.
Squorms:
A brief history.
Yikes.
Here we go.
Ah. Pride and Prejudice,
a novel in three acts.
[BEEPS]
AUTOMATED VOICE:
A story too big to be contained
in a flexi.
You've got to live it
to believe it.
Come aboard
the progenitor's pride
for a passionate
Nietzschean tale
of love and betrayal
that will thrill you
right down to your bone blades.
[SCOFFS] The plot
of the Nietzschean drama queen.
Uh, no, thank you.
Been there, done that.
This one, however,
is called Andromeda Unleashed.
I'll bet I look great.
You know, I've never even heard
of a library like this.
That's 'cause they don't carry
Dirk Sprocket, Drift Detective.
Actually, we do.
We have an extensive
fiction collection.
Really? So does Harper,
only it's called his love life.
Ha-ha.
Focus, Harper. We're not
going to find what we're
looking for in a pulp novel.
I'm going to keep this one.
I checked
your map's coordinates.
These are the tri-keys
that correspond
to the archives
they reference.
[BEEPS]
When you enter
and close the door,
the tri-key
locates the archive,
and your synapses
are connected to it.
Like slipstreaming
without a ship.
Sounds dangerous.
AMIRA: It is.
If the physical connection
is broken
before the archive
has completed its cycle,
the visitor's synapses
will be shredded,
their mind
permanently crippled.
Ouch.
There's also a danger
to the body.
Any physical trauma
experienced in an archive
can trick the mind
into replicating the damage
in the body.
Hey, okay, we didn't
just fall off
the virtual
turnip truck, okay?
What Mr. Harper
is so eloquently
trying to say
is that we are familiar
with virtual systems.
DYLAN: Amira...
you can trust us.
You have my word
that we won't harm
these records.
I do trust you,
Captain Hunt.
[KEYS BEEPING]
[DOOR SLIDES OPEN]
This tri-key
is the one Wezlow updated
when he was last here.
It covers
a six-month period
on a vessel
called the Eureka Maru.
Follow me.
Gladly.
Settle.
Located Hunt.
There's nothing here,
Trance,
at least not visible
to the naked eye.
The sensors
are picking up movement.
It should be
right in front of you.
Yeah, there it is.
Whatever it is,
it's reading
the library's data.
Trance, target the mass now.
And it's moving again,
faster this time.
Again, Trance, full power.
[METAL POPPING]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
Never mind, Trance!
[EXCLAIMS]
[GRUNTS]
It's continuing
towards us.
[PANTING]
Are you all right?
It read my programs.
Its mass is increasing
as it progresses,
and when it held Rommie,
its mass tripled.
A data net...
it's reading, absorbing,
and erasing everything
in its wake.
TRANCE:
Rommie activated safe mode
to prevent further damage,
but, Dylan,
without Andromeda's systems,
we can't even slow it down.
Yeah, well, it won't stop
until it has
what it's looking for.
Enough knowledge
of three galaxies
to destroy them instantly.
It has a weakness, Trance.
Find it.
Ha! Finally.
Ah! The knowledge
of three universes,
and yet the wise
and powerful Harper
has done it again.
I think
I've got them all.
Fifteen archives
that all reference
Beka and Wezlow.
That narrows your search enough
to begin.
[BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
You must select
a character
from the history
whose point of view
you will take.
You can also take
the point of view
of an observer.
So...
we only experience
what others say and do?
No, you experience
your own character as well,
first hand.
The archive will lead you.
All you have to do is follow it.
Don't resist.
If you pause the program,
you'll revert to yourself
and won't be able to speak
freely until you resume.
Say "eject" to be disconnected
from the program.
Piece of cake.
We'll start with you.
Piece of cake, huh?
Since you experienced
the original event,
I will assign you
the same character.
You'll be reliving
your past, Beka.
Don't let it throw you.
Don't worry.
I've seen it all before.
[KEYS BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
Pause program.
Resume program.
What are you doing
out of bed?
You're going to get in trouble.
I... had to get a drink.
Oh.
Well, the drinks
are that way.
What are you really up to?
I'm looking
for my birthday presents.
[CHUCKLING]
That's a good idea.
What did you ask for?
[DISTORTED SPEECH]
Pause program.
That's weird. Resume program.
Well, who wouldn't want
one of those, eh, Rocket?
Henry Theocrattus Wezlow,
are you bringing me that flexi
or not?
Theocrattus?
Yeah. I'll be right there.
Okay, well,
you go ahead and look,
but just don't go that way,
okay,
because your dad's
pretty busy in there.
All right?
Oh, and, um... there's
something else.
Oh yeah.
Ponk...
I've got your nose.
But I can still smell you.
BEKA'S DAD:
Wezlow, take over here.
All right.
BEKA'S DAD: I finally got a hold
of Beka's mom.
It's about time
you got back to me.
Beka's birthday is tomorrow,
and the doll's not here.
Talia, she is your daughter.
Beka is everything to me.
Everything. She's my life.
Pause program.
Dad?
Resume program.
Sweet little Beka.
All right,
make me anybody but Beka.
Nobody with a beard is kissing
these lips good night.
Harper, this isn't
an amusement park,
and we don't have
all day.
I'd like to check out
your archives.
Harper.
You don't have any
do you?
Go.
First date, maybe?
So?
He'll be sorry.
[PHONE BLEEPS]
Go ahead.
TRANCE: Dylan.
Trance, give me some good news.
We were able to
partition enough power
to keep the density
systems operational.
Well, that's kind of good news.
We've ascertained
that the data net
is receiving
an ultrasonic signal
from somewhere
on the planet.
Although
I can't assure accuracy,
I estimate the data net
will reach you in 36 minutes.
So it's being controlled
from someone or something
down here.
And it appears
they're sending it your way.
That's not good news at all.
[SIGHS]
Beka?
It doesn't look like
it went well.
No, it was fine.
One thing, though...
at one point, I couldn't
hear myself speak.
That's unusual.
We take great care to preserve
the quality of these recordings.
Amira, I don't want you
to be alarmed,
but we believe
our enemies are already here.
The new Collectors?
No, it's worse.
A data net has begun
to consume this library.
A data net.
It may have affected
the archive you were in.
Damaged archives
can't function properly.
We have to stop and shut down.
No. I don't think
we should stop.
Um, it's probably got
its own power source anyway.
DYLAN:
Where are you going?
Uh, back in.
Be careful?
Eject at any sign of trouble.
Trouble, eject. Gotcha.
[WHIRRING]
My turn.
It's... It's going
to be okay.
I have to come
with you
to assess the damage
that's happening.
It's your library.
I'll key you in
as Wezlow
and take his wife Nema's
point of view.
Lead the way.
Husband
and wife, huh?
[BEEPING]
I found the library
with the Wezlow archives.
Hurry with the redirection
of the data net.
[WHIRRING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[SPITTING]
Which part
of "don't make me Beka"
don't you understand?
[WHIRRING AND WHOOSHING]
What the...
The data net is still receiving
ultrasonic signals,
but the source remains unknown.
RHADE:
Amplify those signals.
It's moving closer to Dylan.
RHADE: Open a comm link.
Outgoing communication
has failed.
We have to warn them.
Ready a drop pod.
I'm going down.
I'm going with you.
[GROANING]
Pause program.
Don't fight the program.
Yeah, but Beka said
they were married.
And?
Ah, got it.
Resume program.
I heard you were helping Shasia
with her little flexi problem
again.
Did you do anything
you were supposed to
while I was gone?
Of course I did.
I helped load
Captain Valentine's
stolen
than nesting burrows,
and I beat Beka
at Battlestar
three times.
And?
What?
Oh, I repaired one of
the archive recorders.
Get ready for your
close-up, darling.
One of these days,
you're going to have to
take something seriously.
Yeah? Not today.
Pause program.
Ow.
I was a nano-shrimp.
Resume program.
If I get my doll, I swear,
I swear, I swear
that this time,
I'll keep my quarters clean.
Pause program.
Hmm.
Oh, what the hell?
Anywhere's better than here.
[KEYS BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
You must relax.
Your shoulders
are like iron bars.
The commonwealth will wait
until you complete
your breathing exercises, ja?
Breathing is for
the other guys, mate.
I've got the fate
of three galaxies
in my hands.
Ow!
You're right,
Mr. Harper.
We need action,
and plenty of it.
Speaking of action...
I was hoping you could join me
later this evening
for some nice
korret bird steaks.
After you've quashed
the tri-galaxy rebellion,
of course.
Hmm. Shiny.
Let's say
at about... six?
Well, actually,
it's more like 12,
but I'll be there
in five.
Pause program.
Eureka, that's what I say.
Aah!
I don't look like that.
Ow!
Resume program.
[BEEPING]
Identify yourself.
Collector Field Operative
Lisset. Just making a drop-off.
Where's your insignia?
[GRUNTS]
Ah!
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Captain! Stop!
[GROANS]
Captain,
perhaps this isn't
the right time or place,
but if I may make a suggestion,
what this ship really needs
is a damn good cobbler.
Captain, a pride of
killer Nietzscheans
is advancing on us,
and I am very sure
that we will die
in three hours,
seven minutes,
and one second.
Oh, no! The mega-balega
tufis equalizer
needs equalizing.
Pause program.
Who writes this crap?
What am I, a goof?
Pause program.
End program.
Eject.
I said eject.
Why won't it end?
[GRUNTS]
The data net
is getting closer.
Do you think she was
an agent of the Abyss?
I know she was.
Her strength
was enormous,
and now she's gone
into the archives.
Dylan doesn't know
that she's there.
She could get to the information
before Dylan...
or worse.
[BEEPS]
Locked out.
Rommie says
we have 20 minutes.
Fine, I like being
under pressure.
Well, then,
you'll like this.
The tri-key is missing
from this archive,
but it's in progress.
Harper...
either she took it...
Or it's one of those.
Hey.
Holy, what's this?
I ran into a little trouble
retrieving the package.
Well, it looks like more
than a little trouble.
What do you care?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What?
I care
because I love you.
Huh?
I just wish I was better
at telling you.
Okay?
Pause program.
Isn't this touching?
I don't think she's part
of the archive.
Apparently the Abyss
would also like to direct.
Tell me where
the Voice of Darkness is,
and I'll stop the data net
from destroying the archives.
Tell me what
the Voice of Darkness is,
and we'll stop the Abyss
from killing you.
You fools!
[GRUNTING]
Well, I felt that.
This is good.
Resume program.
Ha!
Resume program!
Your medallion's
like your boss...
It's on its way out.
[GRUNTING]
WEZLOW: Nietzscheans.
They've come for the bell.
[GROANS]
After I take
the Voice of Darkness,
I want to hear you scream.
Wezlow.
Nema, no.
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]
[GROANS]
Nema!
DYLAN: Pause program.
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]
Targott, the Abyss
shall know that one day,
this bell will bring about
its downfall.
I will see to it myself,
but for now, it leaves with me
and remains hidden
until the time is right
to destroy it...
a time you will never see.
[GRUNTS]
So this is
what you've been using
to control the data net.
Stop it now.
You can't stop
what the Abyss has started.
That only guides its direction.
Then I guess
this is useless to me.
You okay?
I am now.
[KEYS BEEPING]
Buh-bye.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[WHIRRING]
We've just left her
in a continual loop.
Yeah? What a shame.
We think she did the same thing
to Harper,
but we don't know
which key he was using,
so we can't get him out.
And we're
running out of time.
Soon we won't be able
to enter the archives at all.
Keep trying keys.
Beka?
We figured out what Wezlow
wanted you to find.
It was some kind of bell.
If that's supposed
to ring a bell, it doesn't.
Sorry.
He must have left a clue.
I mean, anything
out of the ordinary?
Well, this whole thing
is out of the ordinary.
Wait... that faulty archive,
it was all about
my birthday presents.
A present from your past.
Just what Wezlow said
before he died.
We'll have to go back in.
We'll fast-forward
to that point.
And go as observers.
Stay safe.
[DISTORTED SPEECH]
Wow.
Pause program.
See? There,
I'm telling Wezlow
what I want
for my birthday,
but you can't hear it.
Well, come on, Beka.
You can remember
what you said.
Yeah, a Clarinthian
angel doll.
It's what I wanted
more than anything.
A Clarinthian
angel doll.
Uh-oh, the program's
disintegrating.
No, this is different.
It's a passcode,
and Wezlow knew
only you could say it.
Hey, Wezlow,
look what I got for my birthday.
It's cute.
Have a seat there,
sweetie pie.
Now, listen to me, Rocket.
I don't want you to get sad,
but... I've got to go away,
okay?
Now, I need you to
promise me something.
I need you to promise me
that you're going
to take care of her
no matter what.
When the boys come,
when you're flying the Maru
all by yourself,
it's very important
that you take care of her.
L... I promise.
[BELL RINGING]
What's that sound
she's making?
That is
her angel's voice.
See, she has greatness
inside her.
So do you.
Wezlow, wait.
What's up, sweetie?
What's up?
I've got your nose.
[SNIFFS]
But I can still smell you.
RHADE: Trance!
The doll.
Where is it?
Uh, on the Maru,
in my foot locker.
We need it. Now.
Eject.
Eject.
Pause program?
I thought "eject" was supposed
to be the magic word.
The program is breaking down.
Great. So how do we get out?
That's a good question.
Beka, there's one possibility.
Something that worked
in a similar situation.
Oh, no.
That was different.
That wasn't really me.
You're not throwing me
against a wall.
No, no, no, no,
of course not.
We're going to jump
through it together.
It worked.
[SIGHS] I've never
been so happy
to see the inside
of a library.
What happened?
We've got the key
to the archive
Harper's stuck in.
AMIRA: It may be too late,
and it's too dangerous
for anyone to go in after him
with the state
the archive is in.
But it's Harper.
I'm going in.
Come here.
Get her back to the Maru.
Beka, you know what we need.
Thank God I keep my promises.
Pause program.
[GASPS]
Harper, it's time to go.
Yes, sir, yes, sir.
I'm fizzing the popun yetsits
on the holy bobber
as fast as I can.
It'll just take a jiffy
to clean up the fitzny
gutzen poppers...
Harper, I really need to
check you out of this program.
No more weissbrau?
No.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
Harper, stay with me.
Let me tell you,
the data port
works much better.
Thank God I'm myself again.
Yeah, but not for long.
We'd better hurry.
I see what you mean.
We've got
to stop that thing.
That's the plan.
I've got it.
You know, I used
to wonder why people
would hang on
to things like this.
Okay, I know I've been
in a loop,
which means I've been
out of the loop,
but is this a time
to be playing with dolls?
I mean, really, boss,
you look silly.
The Abyss wants this bell.
Its agents are afraid of it.
Somehow it has the power
to stop them.
Maybe sound is
the language of the Abyss.
It's a bell. Ring it.
[RINGING]
Nothing's happening.
There's a reason
why Wezlow wanted you
to have this, Beka.
He said "greatness within me."
Well, I believe he meant
for you to have this honor.
[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]
[LOUD ELECTRONIC BUZZ]
[GRUNTING]
[SCOFFS]
Saved by the bell.
Phew.
Captain.
Amira.
I just wanted to thank you,
Dylan.
I've decided
that instead of
watching history,
I'm going to make it,
so to speak.
My next assignment
will be as a field operative.
Congratulations.
There may be fewer of us
true Collectors left,
but we stand behind you
and we hope for the return
of the Commonwealth.
Perhaps one day,
we will meet again.
Perhaps.
Um, I wish you luck
in restoring the archives.
I regret so many of them
were destroyed.
At least the Abyss
didn't get the data.
And besides,
what kind of library
doesn't keep a backup
somewhere?
Hey.
Hey.
Well, I'm no Trance,
but I think
that'll do the trick.
I haven't looked
at this doll in ages.
And yet you kept it safe
all these years.
Yeah.
Well, I didn't realize it
until today,
but it's a big part of me.
I am who I am
because of having people
like Wezlow and my dad
in my life,
people who believed
in me.
People like you.
Our paths came together
for a reason.
Now, because of you,
we have a weapon to use
against the Abyss...
The voice of an angel.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]