Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 5, Episode 2 - The Weight: Part 2 - full transcript

Previously on Andromeda...

Glamorous Seefra.

What's with
the slip-fighter?

If the fine citizens
of this place see this,

I'm dead meat.
They think the lack
of technology keeps them safe.

That's impossible.

I'm on Tarn Vedra.

Let's play.

You can't hate hope.

Home sweet home.

Good afternoon,
denizens of Seefra.



Or good night, depending on
the rotation of your location.

This is Virgil Vox

...and to you, Rhade.

13, nothing.

3000.

You said 3,000 already.

Now you're supposed
to go lower.

It's a land-craft.

There's a fixed value.

2000 and that's
our final offer.

Don't look at me.
I mean, whatever
you think.

What I think is this guy
doesn't even have a land-craft.

Questioning me?

No one has
my connections.
No one!



Let's just hope
no one has
your breath, either.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
Please, gentlemen.

We need
that land-craft.

So right now we're beggars,
not choosers, okay?

I have clients
to take care of.

Clients?

What exactly do you do?

Manicure?

Pedicure? Waxing?

Oh, come on, Rhade.

Hey, hey!

That's mine!

Ah!

I believe you have
something that
belongs to me.

Go!

Get out of here
and get a real job.

You won't help me
negotiate for our
transportation.

But you'll kill yourself to get
back something that doesn't even
function in this system.

Unlike this comm,

you don't have
sentimental value.

That's about the only
value it does have.

It's working.
It's working.

Maybe when it fell...

It's a code.

It's a UWB signal,
I think.

That's a distress signal.

Coordinates and letters.

B...E...

K.

It's Beka.

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.

Even if it is Beka

and even if those are
the coordinates where
we can find her--

Yeah, yeah, the message
was broadcast a month ago.
I know.

She could be
dead by now.

Or it was broadcast
from Andromeda's UWB,
and she's still alive.

Which, according
to the message,
is where?

Well, let's just say,
we won't be needing
that land-craft anymore.

What, now you want me
to find you a jet-craft?

Look, you said
the message
is a month old.

If she's not dead,
she's long gone by now.

That doesn't mean
we don't go look for her.

Yes, it does.

I have a business
to take care of,
and a very high-paying client

who won't pay me anything
if I don't show up tomorrow
with the jet parts he's after.

If Beka is the one
who sent this message,

Trance, Rommie,
and Harper could
be with her.

Hey, stranger things
have happened.

You and me
showing up here.

I said I'd think about
helping you search
this planet,

not the whole
nine-planet system.

The coordinates
are specific.

A location
on the outer edge
above Seefra-9.

We're talking
day trip at most.

Yeah, sure.
Soon as we
score a jet-craft.

No problem, right?

Except where the hell
are we going to find one?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Come to see if we could
settle our differences
and finish the deal.

But it sounds
as though
your needs

have changed
for the better.

Why not make this
easier on yourself?

Answer the questions,
and you'll be on your way.

Who are you?

And where did
you come from?

Okay. This is it.

Last request time.

In case anyone
finds this ship,

so you know,
that pile of dust
you're standing on...

is Beka Valentine.

If the name...
Dylan Hunt rings a bell,

I need you to give him
a message for me.

Tell him...

I spent my last six months,

drifting on the edge
of this crazy system
that I couldn't identify

or leave...

because whatever
zapped me here

left me here.

Anyway,

I ran out of food
about a week ago,

and water...

three days ago.

And I'm just about
to run out of fuel.

So, if you see this
Dylan Hunt character,

you give him...

a big hug for me...

and tell him...

thanks.

For what,
I'm not actually sure.

Damn it.

Okay, you bastards.

You asked for it.

Come and get me.

Andromeda.

Andromeda.

Come in.

Rommie?

Dylan?

Andromeda.

Rommie? Andromeda,
come in!

Dead. Dead.

They can't all be dead.

Dylan, are you here?

Are you anywhere, damn it?

I'm detecting over
10,000 enemy vessels.

within combat radius.

Dylan, I'm uncovering
various communi--

Completely fried.

After everything...

there's nothing left.

What the hell.
No stone left unturned.

If I even remember
how to do a code
this primitive.

- Mr. Darrega.
- Answer me.

The searchers have
finished. There wasn't another
living soul on the ship

besides that woman.

Then it was her
who activated that
primitive UWB beacon.

The only thing operational
on the entire ship, and
the only thing primitive.

Our engineers haven't
been able to activate
any of its other systems.

Mr. Darrega,
she's agreed to talk,

but only to the boss.

What'd I tell ya?

Stream fan 4,

20 PSL, Dual PPIS.

They just don't make
them like this anymore.

As good as new,
and I got a sale going.

Gotta move
this beauty fast.

Give us a minute.

Yeah, he'd want to move
that inventory pretty fast.
Odds are it's stolen.

It is. Still has
the Darreda Corp logo.

Huge transport company
out of Seefra-9. So,

we'd be pulled over by
repo patrol before
he's done counting the money.

Well, then things
are breaking your
way, Rhade.

After we use it, you take it
to your latest client's
chop shop for its jet parts.

Two Magog
with one stone.

I like it.

At least it'll justify
this field trip.

One problem. If we
get caught, it all
goes to hell.

No, in that case,
I collect the repo reward

and the bounty
for turning in
the thief I caught.

Who?
You.

Besides, to you the bigger
risk is never knowing if
that's really Beka up there.

Shall we proceed
with negotiations?

Best price.

Well, of course,
I'll have to speak
to the manager.

After we take
a test fight.

You mean "test flight."

No, we mean,
"test fight."

Some people
just don't listen.

Maybe a test flight
would have been smarter.

Let me handle this.

Never met a ship
I couldn't fly...

once I figured out
the controls.

Good luck. Not only do
they look backwards,
they look inside out.

It all comes down
to lift and thrust,
Rhade.

No, not that kind of
lift and thrust.

Good.

Stream Fan,
this is repo patrol. Land
immediately for identification.

I think we're gonna
need some of that
lift and thrust.

Stream Fan,
do you copy? Turn around
in three seconds

or be mortally disabled.

Well, so much for
my bounty reward
idea.

So, what's your plan?
Well, I never

had one, But now
we have to outrun
these guys,

and I still don't know
how to fly this thing.

That's a problem.

Yeah, that's a problem.

That's a big problem.

They're hitting us
with stun pulses.

Brilliant. Kill us,
net the check.

Gotta tell my clients
about this.

Yes, it's a great idea,
but in practice--

I'm not liking it
too much.

This ship doesn't
even have weapons.

Then I'll have
to be a better pilot.

Got it!

I got it?
Good. Go.

Hang on.

That's right.
Looking good.
Looking good.

We've almost
lost them.

And they're...gone.

Ha!

Not so bad,
if I do say so myself.

Yeah, well, this
is a far cry from
what I signed on for.

Come on.
Cheer up, Rhade.

We get to live.

The boss is
on his way down.

In case you were
just stalling...

we thought you should
meet the Core.

She's hot, huh?

Get close enough...

and the flesh
will melt off your bones.

What the hell
kind of creature is that?

Who knows?
Who cares?

What matters is...

Mr. Darrega doesn't
like having his time wasted.

I said I'd cooperate
with your boss,

not with your threats.

I'm sorry
we misunderstood,

if you'd said
you intended
to cooperate.

All I intend to do...

is live.

Untie her.

Per Beka's co-ordinates,

she should be
around here somewhere.

There aren't many
places to hide a Maru
in a system this size.

There is one.

Tell me that
isn't a mirage.

Welcome. I don't
blame you for
being cautious

after the way
my repo patrol
treated you.

Repo?

You mean your goons
thought my ship
belonged to you?

Perhaps we can
talk over dinner.

Oh, my god.
I haven't eaten
in a week.

Where am I?
What system this is,

and where's my Maru?

Your transport
is where you left it.

Docked on
the Andromeda.
Safe.

And where
you are is Seefra.

I've never
heard of it.

I suppose because
we don't get
many visitors.

You have lousy
slipstream access.

No wonder you don't
get any tourists.

Slip...Slipstream?

Mm-Hmm, slipstream.
You know, the thing...

You don't know
the thing?

I knew it had to exist.

Everyone says it's a myth,
but I've always wondered,
where there's smoke,

is there fire?

So that explains
ow you and your
enormous ship got here.

Wait a minute.

You're telling me
that no one here
knows about slipstream?

Meaning no one
ever leaves?

Correct.

I mean, it would be an issue
if anyone wanted to,
but everything we need is here.

Well, almost.

Please don't
tell me no women.

It's a bit of
a water shortage.

But that's something
that you wouldn't
have to worry about.

Mm...

the qualifier.

This is where
it always gets good.

I own one of the largest
fleets of commercial

and cargo transport ships
in the system,

controlling
a network that covers
all nine planets.

And yet you need me.

I need the largest ship
in the Seefra system.

Which apparently
only you can operate.

Yeah, that is
if it can ever be...

refueled.

A technicality.

I mean, with your ship
and my network, we would
crush the competition

and achieve
a complete monopoly.

And that's not even considering
the expansion that slipstream
would have to offer.

Wow, that's
quite the trip,

if power's your thing.

And if it's money,

and all the comforts
that money can buy.

It's a round trip.

You would never
want for anything
for the rest of your life.

Shall our toast
begin the journey?

Yeah. Sure.

To the journey.

Ha. It's her.

It's really her.

Andromeda.
Andromeda, come in.

Andromeda,
this is your captain.
Respond.

Oh, no.

Come on,
the comm's working.
I don't understand.

Not that.

That.

What the hell?

Andromeda.

Andromeda?

It's Dylan, your captain.

Not much about
this is looking good.

It's never good when
you have to sneak onto
your own ship, Captain.

Look...

when I get
to the bottom of this--

Woah!

I'm not gonna hit her.

You hit her.

I'm not gonna
to hit her!

You had her first.

Fine.

You were saying?

I was saying,

someone's going to have
a lot of explaining to do.

But now I'm at
heads will roll.

See you at command.

Empty.

Yeah, but not
for long.

Andromeda?

Andromeda, report.

Power's at .003%.

Enough for lights
and heat only.

There's no central processor.

So at least Darrega Corp
hasn't been able to hack
Andromeda's mainframe.

We have to split up.

Search the ship for Beka.
And maybe find Harper, Rommie,
and Trance in the process.

If, by some fluke,
they are here,

they might be in hiding.
Unless, by some...

fluke, they've been
captured and killed
by Darrega Corp.

You are so much fun
to have along.

It was only yesterday.

I'm already making
deals to acquire the power
necessary for the Andromeda

and the Maru.

But I also have
a backup plan.

It's something I've not
told many people, but,

in this past month,
I've come to believe
I can trust you.

Well,
I'm very good at keeping
secrets. What is it?

The Core. Ten years ago,
when she was found

disoriented
and wandering
through the forest

and we discovered
her metabolism
was a form of Hydrino fusion,

- I began to have a vision.
- Hydrino fusion.

That a way could be
found to harness
that energy...

and perhaps someday
power my entire fleet.

At least.

It certainly would be
a better use for her

than terrorizing
prisoners.

People don't get to be
as rich as you by
thinking small, do they?

I'm extremely glad
you share my vision.

Our vision.

You know, I'm beginning
to think that having you
as a partner...

is a better part
of the deal than
having the Andromeda.

Yeah.

Far as I can tell, no one's
on-board except for a few
guards and some engineers

making futile attempts
to unlock the ship's
controls.

But you saw
someone.

Yeah, yeah, I saw Beka.

She's partnered with
the owner of Darrega Corp.

Huh, well,
that explains
everything.

Oh, questions
haven't begun
to be answered.

What else
is there to know?

Beka took
the first opportunity
to betray you once again.

The cynical answer
isn't always the
right one, Rhade.

She obviously
now knows
what we both know.

That this system of nine
redundant, drought-stricken
planets with two man-made suns,

One of which is on
the fritz, is all
we have now.

And as long as
there's no such thing
as slipstream, Andromeda

is nothing
but space junk.

Leave it!
I won't abandon my ship.

Suit yourself.

Enjoy the charade.

I have a client
to get back to,

and just so this isn't
a total waste of my time,

I'm taking the jet-craft,
with or without you.

Hey, you!

Buddy, you picked
the wrong guy
on the wrong day.

Great. Now how the hell
am I supposed to get back?

Dylan.

Mr. Darrega,
Miss Valentine,

there's been trouble,
an attempted break-in.

One of the jet-crafts from
the stolen list has been found
on one of the hangar decks.

Alert
the guards immediately.

That won't be
necessary, sir.

It's already starting.

Away.

The wily and stupid
crawling out from the masses
to claim our bounty.

Hardly surprising,
is it?

I'm sure
there'll be more.

Andromeda!

Come on,
Andromeda!
You have to hear me!

Andromeda!

What the hell have
they done to you,
damn it?

Another negotiation
completed with success.

Here's to
a beautiful partnership,

one that's just beginning.

And to the end of thieves
who think they can get
away with stealing from us.

The end of having
to think about them.

What are you going
to do with the prisoner,
anyway?

Got him stashed
somewhere dark
and cold, I hope.

He'll be killed.

Is that
really necessary?

What better deterrent
to the others?

Maybe.

On the other hand,
why not just keep him
in chains for life?

Yes.

On the other hand,
you could be more loyal
to Dylan Hunt than to me.

What are you saying?

I found out our thief
is your former captain.

The one whose image
hangs in the conference
gallery.

Are you going to
pretend that you
didn't recognize him?

I never intended--
To tell me...

Ever.
That's not what
I was going to say.

Were you concealing
the fact to protect yourself,
or to protect him?

You.

I didn't want you
worrying that I'd
welch on our deal.

I swear,
that's all it was.

Come on, be serious.
Why would I side
with him?

What does he have
to offer me? Nothing.

He doesn't even
have a cause anymore

and that's all I was
ever loyal to
in the first place.

The cause,
the fricking
Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth?

Never mind
what that is.

It doesn't matter.

Then why do you care
what happens to him?

I don't know.

Guilt?

Like I said,
the guy has
nothing left.

I feel sorry for him.

Not sorry enough
to let him go.

He still has to pay
for stealing one
of our jet-crafts.

But sorry enough
not to want to
have him killed.

Jonah,

you've got
to believe me.

I need time to think.

Ah, that's right,
command is this way.
How could I forget?

Take it easy.

What, do you
get paid by the push?

Come on, Andromeda.

We've been
at this all night.

Talk to me.

What are
you requesting?

All right.
Good. Okay, look.
Here's what--

Conversation terminated.

Yeah.

I'm getting a little tired
of hearing that.

Miss Valentine,

I was sent to collect you
for Mr. Darrega.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

You know, you guys
are the worst
welcome wagon ever.

Welcome,
Captain Hunt.

Ah, that's
a little more like it.

Welcome to you too.
Now, how about we get
rid of these chains, huh?

Because I'm not
going anywhere.

Oh, look.
You brought your date.

Where's mine?

It was difficult
for me last night.

I really do want
to trust you.

But?

Though I'm a businessman
and a believer in science,

I'm also a Seefran,
And I believe in things,

forces we cannot see.

So, I've resolved
to let fate decide.

My punishment?

No, Beka.
Your loyalty.

Well, you might
want to test her
on something else.

You see, loyalty isn't
one of her strong suits.

The cylinder before you
was brought here from
my home planet last night.

Aw, that's for me?
You shouldn't have.

Really,
you shouldn't have.

Inside it is the Core,

a being whose
proximity will melt
you on the spot.

Please, open them,
my darling.

Remote activators.

Correct. Though they
look similar,

each performs a very
different function.

Oh, well,
let me guess.

One opens that...

cylinder and releases
this "Core" creature?

Very good,
Captain.

The other triggers
a countdown to
a missile that,

launched from
my home planet,

will come directly
to this ship and
destroy it.

We'll have time
to disembark.

You would destroy
the Andromeda...
after everything--

My dear, without
your loyalty or
your skills,

what good
is this ship to me?

Excuse me,
but this sounds like
a really bad deal,

because apparently
I die either way.

Not necessarily.

If she chooses the missile,
you will be evacuated
with the rest of us,

your life spared.

Though the rest
of it, you'll both
spend in chains.

Ah, okay.
I feel better now.

But if Beka is loyal to me,
she'll choose the Core,
which means your death.

And the Andromeda
and our partnership
will survive.

I'm ready
when you are.

Make your choice.

Darling, you haven't
told me which is which.

I don't intend to.

As I said, fate is going
to decide. Fate will tell
you how to choose.

That's how I'll know
what's in your heart.

You want me to guess?

Go for it, Beka.

Go for it.

Go ahead, Beka.
Choose.

How could you
do this to me?

If you'd just been
honest with me
from the start--

No, Jonah,
I don't believe in fate.

Whatever I choose,
will be pure, dumb,
random chance.

That we could
lose everything.

You're not going to be
able to change his mind, Beka.

Anyway,
it doesn't matter.

It just doesn't matter.

Like the man said,

fate's going to do
all the work.

Hello, Trance.

It's me, Dylan.

What is this,
some kind of trick?

Well, it sure wasn't
much of a gamble. Beka,

hit the other remote.

They both
open the cylinder.

Yeah. He never had
any intention of
destroying Andromeda.

Trance, it's okay.

Go back inside.

Guard,
give the order.

Silo eight,
10 minutes.

Now what
are you doing?

You may laugh
at our technology,

but when it comes to
protection, defense, we are
a power to be reckoned with.

A missile
is on its way.

To penetrate this ship
And poison the atmosphere.

And until my engineers
decipher the control
schematics, no one

will be allowed
on board.

Let alone
take this ship over.

He was right.

I would never
destroy Andromeda.

You're another story, Captain.

Along with anyone
else who thinks that
they can steal from me.

Stealing? Steal what?
This is my ship!

Beka, hey.
Hey, Beka!

- Beka, how about...
- Hey!

Jonah! Jonah, wait.

Under the circumstances,
no Andromeda.

Our deal is over.

What have you done
with the Maru?

I had it taken back
to the surface last night.
It's safe.

And me?

You were never
completely honest
with me.

You'd have to settle
for working as
a cargo pilot.

Until you regain
my trust.

If that's
not acceptable...

be loyal to your captain.

Stay here, die with him
and his new friend.

The only one
I'm loyal to
anymore is myself.

And you're the one
who'd have to
regain my trust.

I really did love you.

Hey,

thank, Beka. See,
isn't teamwork
a great thing?

Teamwork, Dylan?

That's funny.

That's what
almost killed me.

You know, I had a lot
of time to think that
one over, actually.

Six months,
to be exact--

Oh, yeah,
that's right.

Blame me
for everything
that happened.

You know, why didn't
you just leave with
your boyfriend?

Hey! There's no
functioning escape pods.
What's the plan?

You know what
I missed most

while I was
out there orbiting,

all alone, without
food or water,
abandoned?

If we could
have this
conversation later--

The chance to tell you
how damned disposable
you made me feel.

After everything
I did.

Dylan, do you have
a plan to stop the missiles
heading our way?

Or are you two
going to argue
us to death?

Dylan?

The plan is for Trance
to power the ship's generator

enough so we can
fire a counter missile.

Trance?

She's the reason
we're in this mess
in the first place.

We're still alive
because of her.

And right now,
she's the only shot
we have to stay alive,

so say nice things.

I'll help you,
if it'll help me.

From now on,
if there is
a "from now on,"

that's how
it's got to be.

So, nothing's
changed after all.

Oh, uh, you might
want to shield your eyes,

but only to preserve
your eyesight, okay?

Don't do it for me.

As long as it's fast.
I don't want to die

at least
not until tomorrow.

It'll be fast.

Trance...

please come out.
We need your help.

I need you to go

to the command center's
central station.

Give it all you can, Trance.

It's working.
Main generator's
powering up.

Launching counter
missile in five seconds.

In three... two...

one...firing.

Good work, Trance.

You can stop now.

Trance...

thank you... again.

I think I know you.

But who are they?

And where am I?

Your, uh, your memory
has been affected.

The power
she used to tesseract us
all to where we are

took away her substance.

Andromeda.

I missed you too, Captain.

The power I took from
Trance to launch the missile
reversed her mass depletion

and gave some,
but not all,
of that substance back.

So I guess a hug
is out of the question?

Tesseracted.

My god, it never
occurred to me.

I was flying the Maru,
trying to get away.
I thought everyone was dead,

and suddenly,

something happened.

It was traveling
through a tunnel...

like the time we dropped
through that Mobius wave.

I was dying,

and then I was on Seefra.

But that's just
the half of it.

This is all too strange.

So we have Trance
to thank for our survival.

I hope somehow,
we can repay the favor.

Now if only we had
Rommie and Harper.

Well, we found each other.

We're just going
to have to find them too.