[music playing]
Captain--
Yeah, one second.
Rommie, how you holding up?
ROMMIE: As well as can be expected.
Believe me, having your brain connected to a black hole
is not fun.
It'll be over soon.
I'm counting down the nanoseconds.
I must say, captain, this ship makes
for an extraordinary research platform.
The Andromeda Ascendant's quantum computer is a Marvel.
What a tragedy she's the last of her kind.
It would be nice to have an extra to dissect--
perhaps afterward.
Rommie's not a lab rat.
Either way, your assistance here
will not go unnoticed by the Xinti Council of Directors.
They will be sure to see the advantages of Commonwealth
membership knowing that you and your vessel
will be at their disposal.
Anything to help expand the frontiers of knowledge.
Not expand them-- explode them.
We are mapping the wave function of the universe.
And once we succeed, the possibilities will be endless--
faster-than-light communication, predictable slipstream travel,
perhaps even teleportation.
[rumbling]
What was that?
The tidal forces from the black hole
are trickier than we expected.
And the information exchange with the singularity
is taking up a lot of my attention.
Which means Andromeda's instantaneous
corrections aren't as instantaneous as usual.
We're all painfully aware of your AI's limitations, captain.
That's why we only plan to maintain the quantum interface
for another 48 hours or so--
well within your ship's safety limitations.
Well, you can't argue with his math.
Aw, how do you do it?
Do what?
Those Perseids have been playing the Sonata
in E Major on my nerves.
And so far you've managed to not even raise your voice at them.
I'm very impressed.
Perseids sponsored humanity's entry into the Commonwealth.
They're an important part of the rebuilding process.
And they're really annoying.
I like them.
Yeah, but you like everyone, even
people who try to kill you--
especially people who try to kill you.
Dylan!
Hm?
Hi.
I'm Beka Valentine, your first officer.
Sorry.
I just want to get Honhe's blessing
for the new Commonwealth charter,
then go away from here.
The black hole.
I never want to see it again.
That thing didn't just swallow my ship.
It swallowed my life.
[dramatic music]
Sara.
I miss you, Sara.
[dramatic music]
[sighing]
[beeps]
Come in.
Sara, we've established orbit.
You should come to command.
You didn't have to come down here to tell me that, Ismael.
A comm link would've done the trick nicely.
Ah, comm link.
I wish I'd thought of that before I
set out on this long and arduous journey down the corridor.
You are a cold, unfeeling beast of a man, Captain Khalid.
Marquez did a few tricky turns in slipstream.
That seems to have shaken the last enemy patrol,
so we've got a little time.
Not much.
Your people are nothing if not persistent.
Those traitors aren't my people.
Any Nietzschean who can't figure out that his survival depends
on the continued existence of the Commonwealth
doesn't deserve to carry the name.
I didn't mean to say--
I know.
Have I thanked you lately for helping me pull this off?
You don't have to.
We've got a contact.
They must be right on the edge of the event horizon.
Time dilation is off the charts.
SARA: Good work, people.
Twilight, plot Andromeda's orbit.
Ay.
SARA: Marquez, prepare the gravity pods for launch.
Hold tight, Dylan.
We're getting you out of there.
NARRATOR: The long night has come.
The Systems Commonwealth, the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.
But now, one ship, one crew have vowed to drive back the night
and rekindle the light of civilization.
On the starship Andromeda, hope lives again.
[theme music]
[sighing]
The test pods are ready?
When can we start?
We're still waiting for the data
from our long-range drones.
ISMAEL: Activating the pods would
be like sending up a flare.
So before we deploy them, we need to make sure there
are no hostile in the system.
SARA: You know, It's been a year.
You'd think I could wait patiently
for another few hours.
Dylan and I, we shed blood together.
So if we can retrieve him, I'm for it.
But we can't afford mistakes.
I know.
It's just-- I can't explain it, but I feel him out there just--
just beyond my reach.
It's driving me crazy.
I know the feeling.
If we can reach them, it's worth everything--
the waiting, the risks.
And if I didn't believe in taking risks,
I never would've met Dylan in the first place.
[dramatic music]
[explosion]
[rumbling]
[screeching]
[grunting]
[screeching]
Dr. Riley, I presume.
You must be Commander Hunt.
I am flattered by the attention.
Thank you.
Khalid, you all right?
Yeah.
I slipped.
DYLAN: Secure the exit.
ISMAEL: Right away.
5,000 people in this research station, and only one
stubborn enough to stay around in the middle
of a Magog attack.
I can't leave, not until my experiment finishes running.
You mean this?
Yes.
Well, now it's finished.
We're leaving.
Admiral Stark warned me about you.
Really?
And what did she say?
That if I ever met you, I'd end up either falling in love
with you or killing you.
Ah, I have that effect.
Stay close.
Strange, isn't it, how something
as beautiful as a star could give birth to such ugliness.
It's not ugly.
It's just hungry.
It eats everything that comes near it.
Including your past.
Beka told me you were troubled.
Are you here to give me advice, Rev?
It's what I do.
When I was at the Krisha Mirti novitiate,
we had a place we called the Shouting Cliffs.
Whenever the Way became too difficult,
we would stand at those cliffs.
And we would shout, scream out all
our frustrations, desires, hungers,
all the things that held us back from our chosen course.
I'm not one for shouting at rocks.
So don't shout.
Speak softly.
Record a message to your fiancee,
and send it into the singularity.
Sometimes it's enough just to write the letter,
even when you know no one is going to read it.
Let me guess--
a fusion-powered still.
It's a teleporter.
The chin heads built it, but I made it work.
And I'm the Vedran Empress.
No, really.
It does scans you, destroys you, transmits you
through the projector, and then rebuilds
it from the particles up.
Hilarity ensues.
I think Mr. Heisenberg would object.
Hey, you've been doing your homework.
But no, it's not a problem.
See, let's say we got two particles, OK?
We'll call them Mona and Lisa.
And when they hang out, eventually
they get to be like twins.
And no matter how far apart the twins travel,
what's true for one is always true for the other.
You got a question about Mona, just ask Lisa.
She'll tell you anything you want to know.
Quantum entanglement.
Right.
The thing is, Mona and Lisa lie to you 75% of the time,
so you got to catch them.
But how?
Enter the Perseids.
Their little experiment here with Rommie and the black hole
is building is a cosmic cheat sheet.
The wave function of the universe.
So the analysis module peaks at the cheat sheet,
figures out the lies, and squeezes out the truth.
In essence, it builds a map.
And then it rebuilds you, uh, like a piece
of cheap furniture, only with better instructions.
You don't have to buy now.
Wait for the demonstration.
Careful, Harper.
That is one of Trance's plants. - I know.
- She loves them. - I know.
She gives them names.
Trust in the Harper.
The Harper is good.
It goes in here.
And it comes out there.
I believe she called that one Walter.
Dear Sara, in the past few hours, I've tried--
I've tried 11 different ways to say goodbye to you.
And in the process, I've discovered something.
I can't.
I miss you, Sara, and I think of you every day.
Everything I know about love I learned from you.
Even in my darkest moments, it's--
it's your love that gives me the strength to continue.
So no matter what happens or where I go, part of you
will be with me.
I love you, Sara.
I'll always love you.
Dylan.
[sighing]
[rumbling]
Uh, Dylan, we got something freaky going on here.
I'm afraid to ask.
It's all very exciting.
We seem to be receiving a signal from the black hole.
That's impossible.
Nothing comes out of a singularity.
SEAMUS: You want impossible?
Listen to this.
SARA [ON SCREEN]: Dylan, I'm receiving your message.
What's your status?
Can you hear me?
Dylan, I'm receiving your message.
What's your status?
DYLAN: Sara.
Harper, you get that signal back.
You get back right now!
There's no way that signal could have come from Andromeda.
She's still frozen in time.
That was Dylan, and we all know it.
ISMAEL: Assuming the signal was genuine and not
some kind of trick or trap.
We have to re-establish contact.
Spread the signal over the entire EM spectrum.
Use the communication laser.
Hell, send up smoke signals if you have to.
TWILIGHT: It's back.
Marquez, clean up the signal.
Unknown ship, are you receiving?
This is captain Dylan Hunt of the Commonwealth
starship Andromeda Ascendant.
Dylan, Dylan, it's Sara.
Sara-- my god.
It is you.
SARA [ON SCREEN]: I'm on the Starry Wisdom,
just outside the singularity, about a quarter light
second from your position.
What are you doing here?
We've come to rescue you, you big ape.
You're a little late for that, I think.
We need to talk in private.
So you're sending me a message from 300 years in the future?
I've been told it's not impossible.
It's just mind-staggeringly unlikely.
How?
How did you get here?
What's happened since I've been gone?
We evacuated the Institute just before Tarn-Vedra was
cut off from the slipstream.
Earth's in ruins.
Nietzscheans are everywhere.
For a while after you disappeared, I was lost.
But then I started hearing the stories about how
your ship was trapped.
You might still be alive.
I spent six months putting this crew together.
I called in every favor anyone ever owed us
and then some to make it this far.
You mounted this entire rescue operation
in the middle of a war?
SARA: You thought I'd just lay a wreath
at the High Guard's Wall of the Fallen and get on with my life?
I'm getting you out of there, Dylan, and I'm doing it now.
When the pods activate, they'll
reduce the attraction between the singularity
and the Andromeda.
Her own momentum will then nudge her into an escape orbit.
That is crazy.
[grunting]
BEKA: When we salvage the Andromeda,
she'd had 300 years to reach more favorable orbit.
No, for Sara's plan to work, it would take--
BEM: A miracle?
Why not?
To call a thing a miracle is just another way of saying
it's highly improbable.
Miracle shmiracle.
All I know is if my main squeeze--
assuming I ever get one--
wanted to save me from a black hole, doomed or not,
I wouldn't stand in her way.
Maybe.
But we know Sara's plan didn't work.
If it did, we wouldn't be here right now.
What happened in the past happened.
Dylan wasn't saved.
His ship was still here 300 years
later when we rescued him.
And nothing Sara's planning can change that.
SEAMUS: All that work and he's still
not going to get to first base.
Wait a second.
Maybe he can.
Call me the love god, baby.
Give me an hour, and then tell Dylan
to meet me in the hangar deck.
So Harper, what do you want to show me?
Watch, and be amazed.
3, 2, 1.
OK, you blow up a cali melon.
Yeah.
That's not the impressive part.
This is.
I blew up that cali melon.
You blew up--
you sent it into the past.
You better believe it, baby.
And you were there.
Now do I rule, or do I rule?
Time travel?
Yeah, it's not that hard when you put your mind to it.
Just destroy one melon with some neato Perseid techno
toys, season liberally with some Earth human genius,
shake it up in your friendly neighborhood singularity,
and reassemble quark by quark--
serves one.
You think you can send me back?
SEAMUS: Hey, matter, energy--
it's all just information in the end.
We've already sent back a signal.
From there, it's just a matter of scale--
huge scale.
You make it sound so simple.
SEAMUS: Hey, don't knock it till you try it.
It's a one-way ticket to love, baby.
Yeah.
One way is right.
That stuff will stunt your growth, you know.
[gasping]
DYLAN: And make you jumpy.
Sorry.
I should have warned you before I came.
Mea culpa.
You're forgiven.
Ooh, I don't know if this is better or worse
than a picture on a vidscreen.
Well, I'll have the real thing soon enough.
Sara, you know this isn't going to work.
Any reasoning behind that, or are you just going
to rest on unbridled optimism?
I'm here 300 years in your future.
Doesn't that tell you anything?
It tells me that you're alive on that event horizon.
It tells me that you can be saved
because you have been saved.
This isn't one of those silly hollow-dramas where timelines
can be altered at will and bad things
never happen to good people.
The past is the past.
It can't be changed.
You know as well as I do that the math
doesn't completely rule me out.
You might be from an alternate future,
or maybe I can create a divergent reality,
one where we're together.
You know, Dylan, I don't care about the physics,
and I don't care about the math.
I just want you back.
All right, I know that look.
I'm not going to argue with you.
But if this doesn't work--
never mind.
We'll worry about that when we get to it.
Captain on deck.
As you were.
- Good to see you, sir. - Welcome back, sir.
You heard him, people.
We got a lot of work to do.
Let's get to it.
I'll let you two get reacquainted.
You'll have to reduce--
How is she?
ISMAEL: Surviving, barely.
I keep telling her all the constant work
and worry are killing her, but she won't hear it.
She doesn't care about anything but you.
If this plan doesn't work, I'm counting on you
to take her someplace safe.
I understand the Than home world comes through the war
more or less in one piece.
I'll take care of it.
Ready when you are, captain.
Marquez, all ahead, slowly.
MARQUEZ: Ay.
Deploy the pods.
The pods are in position.
Oh, I can't wait to see the look on my face
when you pull me out of there.
Another Dylan-- whatever would I do with two of you.
Energize the anti-grav generators.
Prep medical and rescue teams.
Generators energized.
Teams on standby.
Charge the pods, and think good thoughts.
She's moving.
Prepare pod salvo two on my mark.
Sir, I'm detecting another ship
coming around the black hole in a tight orbit.
Identity.
MARQUEZ Nietzscheans.
They're firing on us. [beeps]
Combat mode!
[alarm]
[explosions]
Defensive fire.
ECM at maximum.
It's a stealth fighter, Drago-Kazov Pride.
She's making another run!
We've lost contact with the pods.
They're slipping back into the singularity.
What about the Andromeda?
SARA: She's settling into a new orbit.
Damn them.
They waited until the worst possible moment to hit us.
ISMAEL: Let's see what they've got.
Ready missiles.
Sara!
SARA: Ah!
Sara, look out!
[groaning]
Medical team to command now.
MARQUEZ: Fire control is down.
Slipstream is offline.
And we're losing pressure on decks five and six.
Marquez, deploy countermeasures fore and aft.
Ay, sir
You, administer first aid.
Keep the captain stable until a medical team arrives.
Twilight, do we still control of the pods we haven't launched?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Let's bring it.
Marquez, can you target those pods to the fighter's position?
They're not designed for warfare.
Their explosive force would be negligible.
I don't need them to explode.
SARA: Dylan, don't.
We need those pods to free the Andromeda.
You can't free her if you're dead.
I'll reconfigure the fields.
Target lock achieved.
Pods away.
TWILIGHT: Sir, I don't understand.
How can the pods hurt them if our missiles can't?
We're about to make our Nietzschean friends--
Very, very small.
Now.
The singularity's got them.
They're gone.
We've lost the pods.
All stations, stand down.
We'll try again.
Andromeda's out of position.
It'll be another 12 hours before we can try again.
Sara--
Don't.
Don't tell me it's not my fault. Don't
say anything at all, because you can't make this all better.
Sir, we're picking up a slipstream portal event--
a Nietzschean destroyer.
ETA?
11 hours, maybe less.
[sighing]
SARA: Oh, I was just thinking about the day we met.
The Nietzscheans will be here soon.
You know the Starry Wisdom can't handle another fight.
You battled a swarm of Magog to save
a person you didn't even know--
me.
DYLAN: Would you please listen?
By the time Andromeda's in position for you
to retrieve her, the Nietzscheans
will be in firing range.
You came after me even though it might have killed you.
So what if I were to come after you?
Sara, it won't work.
From where I'm standing, this is ancient history.
You can't change it.
What just happened proved that.
Oh, so because I'm not already there with you,
I'm doomed to fail?
I'm not convinced!
For all we know, I could show up on your ship any day now.
And for all we know, you'll die trying.
It's a black hole, Sara.
It was a fluke that I made it through.
I don't want you taking that risk.
Yeah, well, as far as you're concerned,
I've been dead for 300 years.
No, as far as I'm concerned, you're still very much alive.
And your life can be a good one.
You don't have to end it here.
I won't grow old without you.
I won't become the old woman who lost her one true love
and lived out the rest of her days with a broken heart.
Then don't be that woman.
Choose to be someone else.
Oh.
I wish I could.
But see, all I feel is this hole inside me.
And no matter what I do, it just swallows me up.
There might be a way.
It could kill us both, but at least there's a chance.
A good chance?
A chance.
[dramatic music]
Tyr, I need to talk to you.
Rumor has it that you intend to use
the little professor's machine.
Suicidal.
I take it you don't approve.
TYR: On the contrary.
Genetic propagation is one of the few endeavors
worth the risk of death.
Now, assume that this kills you.
What will happen to this ship?
Tactful as always.
Beka takes command, no question.
But a ship like this one, manned by a skeleton
crew of cargo runners and salvageers, I want you to stay.
I want you to protect them.
And what possible reason would I have for doing that?
Because they need you.
You say that as though you actually believe
it means something to me.
DYLAN: Doesn't it?
Allow me to introduce myself, Seamus
Zelazny Harper, super genius.
So one of them made it out of how many attempts?
Oh, the deck drips with the guts of the unworthy.
But behold, I have given life and form
to the first time-traveling fruit
in the history of the universe.
So what's the plan?
We engrave Trance on Dylan's forehead?
Couldn't hurt.
In fact, he might look kind of cute.
Let's see.
We send him back into the past.
He gives Sara a signal booster.
I lock onto Sara without losing my beat on him,
and I bring them both back.
On the one hand, it's no more difficult than teleporting
a plant across the room, which, by the way,
I can now do with a success rate of 100%.
And on the other hand, it's--
oh, who am I kidding?
I have a 50% chance at best of pulling this off.
And if it doesn't work?
Melon guts.
[dramatic music]
This is not your best idea.
I know the odds-- 50/50.
I can live with that.
Can your crew live with that?
And what about your mission?
You're the only hope for bringing the known worlds back
from chaos.
This is bigger than you, Dylan.
You have to be objective.
When I touch you, do you feel me?
Or do you measure the pressure of my fingers
against your skin?
When I speak, do you hear my voice?
Or do you interpret an acoustic wave?
I can't be objective about this.
I'm not a machine.
You have to think about the Commonwealth.
Sara is my Commonwealth.
I can stop you, you know.
I can break the connection with singularity,
leave orbit, and cut the cord.
Yes, you can.
But you won't.
This is the signal booster.
Give it to Sara, and I should be able to snag her--
I mean bring her back--
I hope.
HOHNE: I must say, the prospect of tearing you apart particle
by particle and re-assembling you
on a ship 300 years in the past is quite exhilarating.
We admire your devotion to science.
We do what we have to do.
Of course.
You have pulled some real knee-slappers before, but this
has got to be the queen mother.
DYLAN: If you want to talk me out of this, take a number.
The line starts behind Rommie.
BEKA: Oh no, that's OK.
We both know you're completely impervious to reason.
I just wanted to tell you that killing yourself out
of some misdirected need to play the lovesick schoolboy
is not the kind of thing that impresses people.
You know it's not as simple as that.
Right.
It isn't.
The truth is that you feel guilty.
You survived the war, and Sara didn't.
Well, join the club.
All of us feel guilty for something, Dylan.
It's called life.
It hurts.
It isn't fair.
It's not a reason to die.
Let me be clear.
I'm coming back.
Let's do this.
Away we go.
The betting window is now closed.
[chatter]
Hi.
That was quite an entrance.
It's better with a marching band.
[explosion]
Ah!
[grunt]
[suspenseful music]
ISMAEL: Battle stations.
How's that for perfect timing? [explosion]
Oh!
Ah!
ROMMIE [ON SPEAKER]: Dylan, we're taking heavy enemy fire.
I'm well aware of that, Rommie.
ROMMIE [ON SPEAKER]: No, I mean I'm
taking fire here in the future.
You've got to be kidding me.
[dramatic music]
[explosions]
The Drago-Kazov came out of nowhere.
That Magog thinks the Nietzscheans
fighting you must have left attack
orders for their descendants.
Now, I don't know, Dylan-- perhaps they
detected the Wisdom's connection to the future
or learned about it later.
Either way, they're here.
[explosion]
And that's not the worst of it.
Talk to me.
I can't keep up with it all.
The Perseid experiment is still consuming
most of my system's resources.
It's like we're fighting in quicksand.
Maybe we need to stop the experiment.
If we do that, you'll be stuck in the past.
Tyr, you know what to do.
Do it.
Out.
[explosion]
We took a direct hit on deck five.
The traitors have us outgunned.
What about the Andromeda?
SARA: There's no way we can free here now.
The best we can do is give her a gentle nudge.
[explosion]
Maybe that's enough.
[explosion]
If you're thinking of cutting him off and bugging out,
I wouldn't.
He's worth more alive than dead, to both of us.
Can we get to work here?
Ready?
We're using the singularity's gravity
to warp the transmission.
It should make it look like the signal's
coming from the Andromeda.
Twilight, begin transmission.
Yes, sir.
Attention, hostile vessel, this
is Captain Dylan Hunt of the Systems Commonwealth
starship Andromeda Ascendant.
Withdraw, or be destroyed.
Transmission ended.
The anti-grav pods are energized.
On your mark.
Go.
[explosion]
I hope he knows what he's doing.
SEAMUS: Come on, Beka.
He's only piloting three fighter squads while we
sit here and do nothing.
What could be so difficult about that?
OK, let's hit him with a feint and pray they buy it.
Missles away.
The.
Andromeda is moving.
Now we see if they take the bait.
[explosion]
[alarm]
The Nietzscheans took out our entire missile barrage.
They're coming right at us!
Why wouldn't they?
We're a sitting duck.
[explosion]
And now, so are they.
Welcome to my ambush.
[explosion]
[explosions]
TWILIGHT: They're buying it.
They're vectoring off.
ISMAEL: Maintain battle stations.
Plot a course out of the system.
Yes, sir.
You got a minute?
Sure.
What do you?
Hold that thought.
Twilight, can you connect me to the Andromeda?
Connecting.
DYLAN: Harper.
Yo.
Let's do this.
You got it.
I know we've already been through this,
but it's been a while.
A signal booster?
You're taking me with you?
I'm thinking we can skip a formal wedding.
Let's just elope.
Sounds perfect.
Khalid, I thank you.
No thanks necessary.
Harper, now.
It's magic time.
- Harper. - I got it.
I got it. No problem.
Ah, damn it.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
There's too much data.
This stupid IS system won't hold it at all.
I can't do it.
You mean we're stuck here?
Just Sara.
I can pull you back.
I stored most of your data, but I can't process the information
from the booster.
I'll loser her, Dylan.
She'll die.
ROMMIE [ON SPEAKER]: Harper, we've
got more Nietzscheans incoming.
The Andromeda's having trouble maintaining
connection to the singularity.
If you're going to bring Dylan back, it has to be now.
I'm sorry, boss.
Just give me one minute.
If you don't hear from me, you leave.
Dylan, we don't have--
One minute!
Clear the deck.
Now what?
I'm not giving up on us, Dylan,
not when we've come this far.
Let's try again.
Maybe it'll work.
I won't let you die--
not for me, not for anything.
But you won't stay with me here, will you?
If I go back, I've got a chance
to restore the Commonwealth.
But if I stay, civilization will still fall.
No matter what I do, the dark ages
will still last for 300 years.
You won't make a difference to anyone but me.
The Commonwealth is more important than either one
of us.
You can't change the future by living in the past,
although it certainly would be nice to have you around.
I wish that were enough.
If it were, you wouldn't be the man I fell in love with.
You came back for me.
You risked everything.
But I failed.
No!
No.
No, you saved me.
You always do.
We had our time together.
This isn't your time anymore.
I love you.
Harper, take me back.
[crying]
I love you.
Welcome back.
HOHNE: Captain Hunt--
Captain, that was incredible-- a brilliant advance for science.
Yes, the Xinti Council will be very pleased--
very, very pleased.
Will you please leave him alone?
TYR [ON SPEAKER]: Harper, I need your status.
Tyr, I'm back.
Take us out.
The Xinti government is very pleased with us.
They're going to sign the charter--
the first world to agree to a restored Commonwealth.
Score one for the good guys.
Harper wants to throw a party, but I
told him it might be inappropriate
given the circumstances.
No, no, not at all.
The crew's worked hard for this moment.
They deserve a little celebration, don't you think?
Yes.
And I'm glad you think so too.
Dylan, about Sara--
You figured out what happened to the Starry Wisdom?
No, not yet.
But I do know this--
Sara may not have been able to pull us from the black hole.
But whatever she did changed our orbit
enough for the Eureka Maru to finish the job 300 years later.
If she hadn't come along--
We'd still be stuck inside the event horizon.
She saved you after all.
Isn't that what people who love each other do?
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