Voltron (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Collection and Extraction - full transcript
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Somewhere inside Sendak's memories
we should be able to find
the inside information that gives us
the key to take down Zarkon.
I don't think your father would approve
of searching through an enemy's memories.
I know, but we have to do
everything we can to defeat Zarkon.
Once we learn all his weaknesses,
we can drive up to his front door
and challenge him to a fight.
Winner gets the universe.
Anything good yet, Pidge?
We were only able to salvage
bits and pieces.
We need something to work with.
Right now, we don't even have
a decent map of the empire.
Who needs a map?
After 10,000 years of conquering,
I could probably fire my bayard
at any random point in space
and hit a Galra ship.
If we could just find troop locations
or supply routes,
small targets we could hit-and-run,
then we could start to free planets
one by one.
Boring. I want the big kaboom.
Zarkon's been building his empire
for 10,000 years.
We're not going to tear it down overnight
with five inexperienced pilots
and one support ship.
Hitting him where he lives
would be a huge mistake.
Okay, I've cross-referenced
Sendak's memories
with the info I got
from the downed ship back on Arus.
Most of it was a garbled mess,
but one thing kept repeating,
something called a "Universal Station."
Universal Station?
Like, the kind of station
that controls the entire universe?
Well, we are translating it from Galra,
so it could also be "Galactic Hub."
Or "Space Base"!
What?
I'm pulling up the location
of your Universal Hub Station Base
on our screens now.
So, where is it?
I don't know.
Our long-range sensors are unable
to find anything at those coordinates.
Maybe he remembered it wrong.
Or maybe we just stumbled across
a top-secret base in Sendak's memories.
Only one way to find out.
Let's go take a look.
We should be close enough
to get a good scan,
but far enough away
to avoid being noticed.
There it is.
It appears the gravitation
between the two planets
warps the electron
emission spectrum enough
to keep the planet off
the deep space scanners.
So, you can only see it
if you really know where to look.
This place must handle shipments
from all over the Galra Empire.
If this is some big airport where
shipments come and go, why is it hidden?
There must be more to this
than we're seeing.
Then, we'd better go down to take a look.
We'll need to enter here:
the central control building.
I'm sorry, Princess, did you say "we"?
I'm going with you.
I've traveled through the Galra
transportation hubs many times
with my father before the war began.
I know more about them than any of you.
Princess, I'd rather you stay here.
I'm a part of this fight against Zarkon
as much as anyone. I'm going.
Does anyone have a problem with that?
Uh...
Fine. Suit up.
Huh?
We'll go in low, fast,
and hopefully undetected.
Coming around the dark side
of the nearest planet
should keep them
from getting a visual on us.
Thanks to Pidge's modifications
to the Green Lion,
we'll have 30 seconds of cloaking.
I can flood their short-range
sensors with a radiation burst.
That should buy you a minute or so, while
they assume it's cosmic interference.
But, after that,
it's up to you to be out of sight.
Interference clear in three, two, one.
- Psst! Hey!
- Hmm?
- How's it look out there?
- All clear.
This shouldn't take too long.
We'll have all the information
we need in a few minutes.
Hunk and I have
made some improvements
since the last time I tried
to download Galra info.
We should get a nice,
clean translation immediately.
Hunk had a great idea about how to do it.
Do you guys remember when
we studied algorithms at the Garrison,
and Mr. York told us that joke
about the ghost learning symbolic logic
and innumerably infinite sets?
Boring!
Right, yeah, totally, it was boring.
Anyway, the joke goes...
Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt,
but I think we got company.
- Think we should get out of here?
- We just need a few more seconds.
Stay low. We need this intel.
Get down!
Huh?
He's still looking. I think he's waiting
for a signal or something.
I got it.
Whew.
- Nice job, Hunk.
- Thanks.
- Okay, download complete.
- What's it say?
Nothing. This place doesn't have
any useful information.
Just a schedule of the ships
coming in and out.
- Well, I guess this mission was a bust.
- Let's get back to the Castle.
Hold on. Pidge, do you know
where that ship is headed?
Um, it's scheduled to be here
for about a half an hour,
then head off to Central Command.
That's where they have
the information we need,
and I'm going to sneak aboard
that ship and get it for us.
- What? No way!
- How are you going to get in?
I'm going to walk right through the front.
How the heck did you do that?
The Alteans are
a chameleon-like people
who can blend in
with the local populations.
It's the ability that's made us
great explorers and diplomats
throughout our history.
So, can you turn into, like, a balloon?
How many different colors
can you be at once?
Aren't you afraid you'll rip your pants?
No, just one at a time,
and I will need a change of costume.
- I can use his uniform as a disguise.
- I can't let you go in there alone.
Excuse me?
I do not need your permission.
It's too dangerous.
I'm going in with you.
You will stick out
like a Choferiak's nose.
You're going to need that nose, Princess.
Shiro's hand is made from Galra tech.
It's the only thing we have
that will allow us to interface
with their systems and gather intel.
I can monitor the download
remotely from here.
- Fine, you can come.
- Uh, you guys better hurry up
if you want to get on and off before
the ship leaves for Zarkon central.
How are you going to get Shiro on board?
Halt.
Move along.
Whew.
They're in.
What do you think they have
in all those giant containers?
Well, I suspect that it's sporks.
This is an advanced race
we're talking about here.
Surely, they've learned
that it's foolish to have forks and spoons
when one tool will efficiently do the job.
Maybe this guy will tell us.
What is coming in and out of this station?
Interrogation detected.
Initiating lockdown.
Not talking, eh?
Whoa. Check out this guy.
Whatever's happening here
that requires the base to be kept secret
must have something to do
with that scary dude.
I'm going to go check it out.
How about we just lay low
and you don't blow our cover?
Keith, think about what you're doing.
Don't walk through that door!
- I think I told him.
- You are a paragon of leadership, Lance.
Shiro, are you all right?
I just remembered how I escaped
from the Galra prison ship.
Listen, most of the ship's personnel
are sentries.
So?
When I was a prisoner,
I timed their pattern.
- Do you remember it?
- Let's find out.
Why are you hitting yourself?
Stop hitting yourself!
Quit hitting yourself!
Stop torturing it, Hunk.
I'm sorry. I just...
I need something to keep me busy,
so I'm not worried
about Keith getting caught,
or Shiro and Allura getting
blasted by robot things,
or someone finding us here,
like, right now...
Stop it, Hunk!
I think we can teach it to help us.
Would you like to help us, Mr. Robot?
Whoops.
Quick question. Does Allura talk about me
when I'm not in the room?
Oh, yeah, all the time.
Really?
Yeah, yeah. She's all like, "Oh, Lance.
He looks so fine. I'm all atwitter."
Then, she turns red and she makes me
swear not to tell anyone.
I knew it!
Whoops.
We only have a few minutes before
the next patrol comes by. Watch the door.
Got it.
Okay, Pidge, start the download.
Generating access code.
We're in.
- Pidge, I think there's a problem.
- Sit tight.
- I'm trying to work around this.
- Scanning for information.
- Pidge?
- I'm on it, I'm on it!
What's going on here? Who are you?
It's about time you got here.
Where is the rest of your squad?
- Uh, what squad?
- Hurry up, Pidge.
Almost there.
The squad that is to escort me
and my associate to our ship.
Who's back there? What's going on?
We are part of Zarkon's high command.
Our work must not be disturbed.
Where's Chief Information Officer Plytox?
Uh, he's in there. Say hello, Plyrox.
Uh...
It's "Plytox"!
Oh, sorry. See?
Oh. Vrepit sa, sir!
I get his name wrong all the time, too.
Whew.
Coran, you need to see this.
- I've never seen anything like it.
- What is that?
The material is quintessence,
the substance with
the highest known energy per
unit volume in the universe.
Hey, nice job, Pidge!
You made him work for us.
What? Impossible.
Raw quintessence material is transported
here from throughout the galaxy
and refined into standardized
Galra fuel requirements.
Did you guys hear that?
I can't believe it! They've found
a new way acquire quintessence!
Guys, I'm going to steal
some of this quint-whatever.
- Um...
- Huh?
Do you think I could get
assigned to Zarkon's unit?
Nothing happens on this ship.
Oh, well, I don't know.
What's your bloodthirstiness
on a scale of one to five?
One being "No, thanks, I'm full,"
and five being "Unquenchable."
Hmm...
If I'm being honest, about a three.
We can work on that.
Huh?
Huh?
Fugitive prisoner 117-9875 detected.
Remain where you are. Security alerted.
Uh, help! Intruders!
- I think we're in trouble.
- You think?
What?
Let's go!
Mm?
Okay, plan B!
Pidge, I need an extraction now! Hurry!
Pidge, fire up the Green Lion!
We're coming in hot!
What?
I thought you said you'd traveled around
the galaxy. I mean, you fly a spaceship.
How could you possibly not know
how to hold this correctly?
I'm tense! This is a tense situation.
Secure hatches.
All personnel take positions for departure.
Let's move!
Get in!
We've got to get Shiro and Allura!
Huh?
The escape pods are up here!
Formulating navigation.
All crew assume secure
hyper-speed positions.
Hurry! We can't leave once the ship
goes into hyper-speed!
It's taking off! Get in the pod!
I'm not leaving you!
You have to!
No!
Where's Allura?
Shiro?
She sacrificed herself to save me.
So, she's still on that ship?
The ship that's headed
to Zarkon's Central Command?
The place that's way too dangerous
for us to attack?
It doesn't matter how dangerous it is.
We can't let Zarkon get Allura.
But you said going there
would be a huge mistake.
You said for us to attack
that place head-on would be
the dumbest possible thing
we could ever do.
I know,
but now we don't have a choice.
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Somewhere inside Sendak's memories
we should be able to find
the inside information that gives us
the key to take down Zarkon.
I don't think your father would approve
of searching through an enemy's memories.
I know, but we have to do
everything we can to defeat Zarkon.
Once we learn all his weaknesses,
we can drive up to his front door
and challenge him to a fight.
Winner gets the universe.
Anything good yet, Pidge?
We were only able to salvage
bits and pieces.
We need something to work with.
Right now, we don't even have
a decent map of the empire.
Who needs a map?
After 10,000 years of conquering,
I could probably fire my bayard
at any random point in space
and hit a Galra ship.
If we could just find troop locations
or supply routes,
small targets we could hit-and-run,
then we could start to free planets
one by one.
Boring. I want the big kaboom.
Zarkon's been building his empire
for 10,000 years.
We're not going to tear it down overnight
with five inexperienced pilots
and one support ship.
Hitting him where he lives
would be a huge mistake.
Okay, I've cross-referenced
Sendak's memories
with the info I got
from the downed ship back on Arus.
Most of it was a garbled mess,
but one thing kept repeating,
something called a "Universal Station."
Universal Station?
Like, the kind of station
that controls the entire universe?
Well, we are translating it from Galra,
so it could also be "Galactic Hub."
Or "Space Base"!
What?
I'm pulling up the location
of your Universal Hub Station Base
on our screens now.
So, where is it?
I don't know.
Our long-range sensors are unable
to find anything at those coordinates.
Maybe he remembered it wrong.
Or maybe we just stumbled across
a top-secret base in Sendak's memories.
Only one way to find out.
Let's go take a look.
We should be close enough
to get a good scan,
but far enough away
to avoid being noticed.
There it is.
It appears the gravitation
between the two planets
warps the electron
emission spectrum enough
to keep the planet off
the deep space scanners.
So, you can only see it
if you really know where to look.
This place must handle shipments
from all over the Galra Empire.
If this is some big airport where
shipments come and go, why is it hidden?
There must be more to this
than we're seeing.
Then, we'd better go down to take a look.
We'll need to enter here:
the central control building.
I'm sorry, Princess, did you say "we"?
I'm going with you.
I've traveled through the Galra
transportation hubs many times
with my father before the war began.
I know more about them than any of you.
Princess, I'd rather you stay here.
I'm a part of this fight against Zarkon
as much as anyone. I'm going.
Does anyone have a problem with that?
Uh...
Fine. Suit up.
Huh?
We'll go in low, fast,
and hopefully undetected.
Coming around the dark side
of the nearest planet
should keep them
from getting a visual on us.
Thanks to Pidge's modifications
to the Green Lion,
we'll have 30 seconds of cloaking.
I can flood their short-range
sensors with a radiation burst.
That should buy you a minute or so, while
they assume it's cosmic interference.
But, after that,
it's up to you to be out of sight.
Interference clear in three, two, one.
- Psst! Hey!
- Hmm?
- How's it look out there?
- All clear.
This shouldn't take too long.
We'll have all the information
we need in a few minutes.
Hunk and I have
made some improvements
since the last time I tried
to download Galra info.
We should get a nice,
clean translation immediately.
Hunk had a great idea about how to do it.
Do you guys remember when
we studied algorithms at the Garrison,
and Mr. York told us that joke
about the ghost learning symbolic logic
and innumerably infinite sets?
Boring!
Right, yeah, totally, it was boring.
Anyway, the joke goes...
Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt,
but I think we got company.
- Think we should get out of here?
- We just need a few more seconds.
Stay low. We need this intel.
Get down!
Huh?
He's still looking. I think he's waiting
for a signal or something.
I got it.
Whew.
- Nice job, Hunk.
- Thanks.
- Okay, download complete.
- What's it say?
Nothing. This place doesn't have
any useful information.
Just a schedule of the ships
coming in and out.
- Well, I guess this mission was a bust.
- Let's get back to the Castle.
Hold on. Pidge, do you know
where that ship is headed?
Um, it's scheduled to be here
for about a half an hour,
then head off to Central Command.
That's where they have
the information we need,
and I'm going to sneak aboard
that ship and get it for us.
- What? No way!
- How are you going to get in?
I'm going to walk right through the front.
How the heck did you do that?
The Alteans are
a chameleon-like people
who can blend in
with the local populations.
It's the ability that's made us
great explorers and diplomats
throughout our history.
So, can you turn into, like, a balloon?
How many different colors
can you be at once?
Aren't you afraid you'll rip your pants?
No, just one at a time,
and I will need a change of costume.
- I can use his uniform as a disguise.
- I can't let you go in there alone.
Excuse me?
I do not need your permission.
It's too dangerous.
I'm going in with you.
You will stick out
like a Choferiak's nose.
You're going to need that nose, Princess.
Shiro's hand is made from Galra tech.
It's the only thing we have
that will allow us to interface
with their systems and gather intel.
I can monitor the download
remotely from here.
- Fine, you can come.
- Uh, you guys better hurry up
if you want to get on and off before
the ship leaves for Zarkon central.
How are you going to get Shiro on board?
Halt.
Move along.
Whew.
They're in.
What do you think they have
in all those giant containers?
Well, I suspect that it's sporks.
This is an advanced race
we're talking about here.
Surely, they've learned
that it's foolish to have forks and spoons
when one tool will efficiently do the job.
Maybe this guy will tell us.
What is coming in and out of this station?
Interrogation detected.
Initiating lockdown.
Not talking, eh?
Whoa. Check out this guy.
Whatever's happening here
that requires the base to be kept secret
must have something to do
with that scary dude.
I'm going to go check it out.
How about we just lay low
and you don't blow our cover?
Keith, think about what you're doing.
Don't walk through that door!
- I think I told him.
- You are a paragon of leadership, Lance.
Shiro, are you all right?
I just remembered how I escaped
from the Galra prison ship.
Listen, most of the ship's personnel
are sentries.
So?
When I was a prisoner,
I timed their pattern.
- Do you remember it?
- Let's find out.
Why are you hitting yourself?
Stop hitting yourself!
Quit hitting yourself!
Stop torturing it, Hunk.
I'm sorry. I just...
I need something to keep me busy,
so I'm not worried
about Keith getting caught,
or Shiro and Allura getting
blasted by robot things,
or someone finding us here,
like, right now...
Stop it, Hunk!
I think we can teach it to help us.
Would you like to help us, Mr. Robot?
Whoops.
Quick question. Does Allura talk about me
when I'm not in the room?
Oh, yeah, all the time.
Really?
Yeah, yeah. She's all like, "Oh, Lance.
He looks so fine. I'm all atwitter."
Then, she turns red and she makes me
swear not to tell anyone.
I knew it!
Whoops.
We only have a few minutes before
the next patrol comes by. Watch the door.
Got it.
Okay, Pidge, start the download.
Generating access code.
We're in.
- Pidge, I think there's a problem.
- Sit tight.
- I'm trying to work around this.
- Scanning for information.
- Pidge?
- I'm on it, I'm on it!
What's going on here? Who are you?
It's about time you got here.
Where is the rest of your squad?
- Uh, what squad?
- Hurry up, Pidge.
Almost there.
The squad that is to escort me
and my associate to our ship.
Who's back there? What's going on?
We are part of Zarkon's high command.
Our work must not be disturbed.
Where's Chief Information Officer Plytox?
Uh, he's in there. Say hello, Plyrox.
Uh...
It's "Plytox"!
Oh, sorry. See?
Oh. Vrepit sa, sir!
I get his name wrong all the time, too.
Whew.
Coran, you need to see this.
- I've never seen anything like it.
- What is that?
The material is quintessence,
the substance with
the highest known energy per
unit volume in the universe.
Hey, nice job, Pidge!
You made him work for us.
What? Impossible.
Raw quintessence material is transported
here from throughout the galaxy
and refined into standardized
Galra fuel requirements.
Did you guys hear that?
I can't believe it! They've found
a new way acquire quintessence!
Guys, I'm going to steal
some of this quint-whatever.
- Um...
- Huh?
Do you think I could get
assigned to Zarkon's unit?
Nothing happens on this ship.
Oh, well, I don't know.
What's your bloodthirstiness
on a scale of one to five?
One being "No, thanks, I'm full,"
and five being "Unquenchable."
Hmm...
If I'm being honest, about a three.
We can work on that.
Huh?
Huh?
Fugitive prisoner 117-9875 detected.
Remain where you are. Security alerted.
Uh, help! Intruders!
- I think we're in trouble.
- You think?
What?
Let's go!
Mm?
Okay, plan B!
Pidge, I need an extraction now! Hurry!
Pidge, fire up the Green Lion!
We're coming in hot!
What?
I thought you said you'd traveled around
the galaxy. I mean, you fly a spaceship.
How could you possibly not know
how to hold this correctly?
I'm tense! This is a tense situation.
Secure hatches.
All personnel take positions for departure.
Let's move!
Get in!
We've got to get Shiro and Allura!
Huh?
The escape pods are up here!
Formulating navigation.
All crew assume secure
hyper-speed positions.
Hurry! We can't leave once the ship
goes into hyper-speed!
It's taking off! Get in the pod!
I'm not leaving you!
You have to!
No!
Where's Allura?
Shiro?
She sacrificed herself to save me.
So, she's still on that ship?
The ship that's headed
to Zarkon's Central Command?
The place that's way too dangerous
for us to attack?
It doesn't matter how dangerous it is.
We can't let Zarkon get Allura.
But you said going there
would be a huge mistake.
You said for us to attack
that place head-on would be
the dumbest possible thing
we could ever do.
I know,
but now we don't have a choice.