seaQuest DSV (1993) s02e05 Episode Script

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It looks like the encarphalitis outbreak we found on Neptune Colony.
I think they called it the Frug.
Oh, the frug.
Well, I hope they found a cure.
Yeah.
What's with the cages? What is this? Get real, kid.
Girls? Cages? Oh, right.
Yeah, right.
As for the teensy-weensy miniskirts they got wrapped around their carcasses, if you don't understand that I don't wanna talk to you.
There's nothing I can't stand more than somebody who don't understand teensy-weensy mini-skirts.
Oh, well, yeah.
That, I understand.
I don't.
It's a long story.
Maybe when you're older, buddy.
The '60s, kid.
I hear it was a time.
I don't know.
It looks a little primitive.
So? You got something against primitive? Well I like primitive.
At least these people had soul.
Tony, you're saying I don't have soul? Ah, don't take this the wrong way, Wolenczak, but after a hard day of working them cages, I don't think these "primitive" type girls looked forward to spending their free time with guys who play with silicon chips and talk to fish.
Wait.
Darwin is not a fish.
That's true, you know, Tony.
According to my encyclopedia, a dolphin is a mammal Oh, hey.
You can call it whatever you want.
It's not me you gotta convince.
This is a great song.
We love this.
We gotta share this.
Piccolo.
I've done a follow back, sir.
It's coming from A-lounge.
Patch me in.
It must've taken hours to get their hair like that.
Henderson.
It's yours.
Having fun, Piccolo? It's better than breathing water, Commander.
Thought you guys might like a blast from the past.
Well, you keep it up, you might get to experience a "blast" from the present.
Aye, aye, sir.
What the hell was that? Sir, there's something wrong with my directional indicators.
Unless we just turned they're completely reversed.
Sonar compass.
No deviation, sir.
We're right on course.
We're picking up severe current disturbances dead ahead.
Let me see it.
That wasn't there a minute ago.
Full stop.
Hold positions.
What have we got? I'm not sure, Captain.
Severe current disturbance ahead.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
Hold on a second.
What is it? I'm not sure if I remember correctly, Captain, but I think that's Morse code.
Let's hear it.
It's an SOS call.
In Morse code? Who uses Morse code anymore? Somebody help me.
Is anybody there? Please, help.
Can you pinpoint that? Not exactly, sir.
It's beyond the disturbance.
I can't get an exact fix.
Don!t let us die here.
Please.
Do you have a problem crossing that disturbance? All systems look good, sir.
It's just a minor disturbance, sir.
Velocity indicators indicate a slight chop at the center.
Not a problem.
Can anybody hear me? Please.
Help me.
Engines ahead, one-third.
Keep the same bearing.
If she bucks, reverse full.
Captain Not afraid of a little chop, are you, Commander? I don't believe it.
There's nothing behind us, sir.
What do you mean there's nothing behind us? Unless my instruments are malfunctioning, there's literally nothing behind us.
No air, no temperature, no current.
Nothing.
Put up the aft view.
Aye, aye, sir.
The aft view, please.
That is the aft view, sir.
That's not possible.
You're right, sir.
It isn't.
"Nothing" is a mathematical reference.
It's a word.
It doesn't exist in nature.
Well, maybe it's some sort of black hole.
I never heard of one in the ocean.
Besides, a black hole exists.
It can be identified, measured.
So what's behind us is absolutely nothing.
That's ridiculous! Are you saying we can't just turn around and go back to where we came from? Where we came from, Commander, doesn't appear to exist anymore.
Steady as she goes.
WSKR away, sir.
I'm tracking on Channel B.
Contact in 12 seconds Eight seconds Four seconds It's gone, sir.
No readings whatsoever.
What do you mean "gone"? Has it broken up? Has the transmission failed? What? I mean, it's gone.
It just isn't anymore.
What's our position now? I can't tell you that, sir.
That disturbance has my locators completely mucked up.
As far as I can tell, we could be almost a thousand miles off track.
I can't even give you a compass reading.
Please.
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? I'm getting a fix on the distress beacon, sir.
It's coming from the surface.
You all right? There's something wrong with that distress call.
I can't feel it.
Please, somebody help me.
Talk to me.
Oh, it's hard to explain.
Pretend I'm the captain.
I hear the urgency in the voice, the fear, but I don't feel it.
The truth is, I don't feel anything.
I've got a lock, Captain.
About 10 miles south-southeast on the surface.
Please.
Come now.
Hurry.
All right.
Let's put the boat on the yellow alert.
Boarding detail.
I'm sending Brody.
This looks like a happening place.
Yeah, it looks like it already happened.
I'm running some probability calculations on the existence of "nothing.
" And? Well, the math is pretty elementary.
Anything times zero is zero, and it's impossible to calculate something like this.
Well, let me know if you get anything.
Sort of shakes your faith in the silicon chip, doesn't it? Yeah.
Well, it's clean.
No sign of radiation.
Nothing viral or bacterial.
What are you saying? No human life? Except for us, there's not another life form within a hundred miles of here.
Suppose they built a town and nobody came? Probably the schools are no good.
People hate that.
Two kilometers, due north.
This way.
At least you can't complain about the rush hour traffic.
What the hell is that? Come on! Let's move it! Well, I've seen enough.
Ready to go home? What in God's name was that thing? Ortiz, Brody? What!s going on up there? You guys okay? Let's just say we're still in one piece.
Something just flew by and fired at us.
What do you mean "something"? That!s the best I can do.
It was a thing.
I!ve never seen anything like it.
Miguel, can you be a little more specific? Sure.
It was one of those large, spinning things that moves through the air at high velocity and throws explosive fireballs from each tip.
Right.
Now, we're a couple blocks away from the source of the distress signal.
We'll report from there.
I'm with you.
Easy to say from down there.
Help me, please.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Must be Wednesday.
You hear that? It's coming from that house over there.
Lieutenant, I don't think we ought to be going in there.
Why is that, Piccolo? Anybody who listens to this kind of music has gotta be dangerous.
Yeah, well, we're gonna risk it.
Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.
When the fat lady starts singing Shut up, Piccolo.
Let's go.
Hello? Anybody here? Just a lot of folks with no taste in music.
Hello? Hello? This reminds me of my Aunt Jessica's house.
Couldn't touch a thing.
Had to keep my hands in my pockets.
Hey, what's this thing? I didn't do anything, I swear.
Welcome to your Sarasota Sentinel.
Now it's a newspaper.
Yeah? How do you read it in the can? Choose from our table of contents for the news of Friday, March 25, 2215.
That's what the man said.
Hey, check this out.
"The United Commonwealth of California sought reentrance in the United States.
"The vote, as it broke down among the remaining 39 states, "was four affirmative, "Said the governor of New Jersey, "'California's a strange place, inhabited by strange people.
"'It almost took 300 years to get them out.
Let's keep it that way.
"' It's Brody.
Get me the Captain.
We're already ahead of you, Lieutenant.
Well, that's just great, Captain.
Since you're head of me, maybe you could tell us just what the hell is going on.
Well, O'Neill just got a fix on the naval observatory clock in D.
C.
We have no explanation for it, but according to his readings, we!re at 1600 hours, Sunday, March 25, 2245.
That's 225 years ahead of where we should be.
Yeah, and I just finished reading a newspaper that's 30 years before that.
Anybody down there come up with any good explanations? We're still working on acceptance.
When we get to explanations, we'll call you.
Did you get a fix on those distress signals? Yes, sir, we're on our way.
You heard the man.
Let's go.
Vector me in, Commander.
Where, sir? Well, I suppose the future.
I'm getting the distress signal again.
It's coming from over there.
Just in case.
Set on full.
On my order.
Please help me.
Hurry.
That voice is coming from the computer.
We gotta get Lucas here.
Dysfunctional citizen is loose in Sector 12.
Please remain calm.
MedEvac unit teams, proceed to Sector 12 to intercept.
Dysfunctional citizen is loose in Sector 12.
Please remain calm.
MedEvac unit teams, proceed to Sector 12 to intercept.
You can!t save us! Nobody can save us! Save yourselves while there!s still time! By the year 2185, the plague had reduced the world population to less than eight million.
Despite all efforts, CENTSYS was unable to locate anything in its database records to correlate with the virus.
Those who survived appeared to have a natural immunity, the source of which was never discovered.
They never found a cure? I don't think there was a "they.
" From what I've been able to piece together, everything pretty much relied on CENTSYS.
CENTSYS.
Central Systems.
A worldwide, interlinked computer network.
From what some of these data clips tell me, from the late 2100s on, CENTSYS pretty much took over the day-to-day affairs of running the planet.
Wendy, this machine is incredible.
It's like nothing we've ever seen before.
It's like I don't know, it's like art.
But art is beautiful.
So is this.
I mean, think about it.
All the combined information and skill and knowledge in the world in one central system.
I mean, menial labor had all but been abolished.
Human beings were given a kind of freedom that they never had known before.
Yeah, but freedom to do what, Lucas? Well, freedom to think, freedom to exchange ideas And freedom not to produce anything.
Is that it? You ought to take a look at a world populated by just thinkers.
Everything's dead out there, Lucas.
Thinking is one thing, doing is another.
Captain, whose side are you on here? I'm not on anyone's side.
But we have to figure out why we're here and how we're gonna get back.
Why we're here? We're here because she sent out those distress signals.
She? This CENTSYS terminal.
I think she may be the last active terminal in the system.
This terminal did not bring us here for a history lesson.
There must be more.
Yeah, I'm working on it.
I just need some time.
Explosive charges on one-third.
Set detonators for 20 seconds.
Detonators set.
Charges at one-third.
Sir, if I could suggest, there's really no point in sending a torpedo.
The point, Mr.
O'Neill, is that we can't be sure that that disturbance out there isn't masking your readings.
The Captain and I are not prepared to believe that anything that passes through it just ceases to exist.
But, sir Now, at 20 seconds out, one-third power should provide enough kickback to the seaQuest so we'll know whether or not the explosion occurred.
But, sir, if we send a torpedo out now Tim.
Fire on my order.
Aye, sir.
Fire.
Torpedo running hot, straight and steady, sir.
Contact with disturbance in seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
No impact, sir.
It just disappeared.
Prepare for battle! Missile launch! Defend your city! We love World Domination And that!s no exaggeration You attack and they defend Fun for you and all your friends World Domination! Gotcha! Every boy wants an Atomo toy.
And so do girls.
World Domination.
New from Atomo.
Virtual cells not included.
Adorable.
Way cool.
I was joking.
I get it.
I just thought that Yeah, Tony, I know what you were thinking.
I've been there.
Bummer.
So how close is that to our present time? That's 40 years.
We want to be as close as possible to them only just before the distress signal.
Well, that's as close as I can get.
Every time I try for the teens, I Lucas, let's try something.
Punch up something as close to present time as you can.
Jennifer, female.
Tobias, male.
Quantum, male.
lon, female.
Sarah, female.
All these babies were born at an optimal eight pounds, two ounces.
Each had an intelligence factor exceeding 6.
9.
Health and genetic quality index are a whopping 8.
6! So why bother? Forget dating.
Forget mating.
Call your CENTSYS hatchery today.
That's as far as I can get.
Something seems to be malfunctioning in the database after that.
That's 29 years.
I don't think whatever's preventing you from accessing the present has anything to do with the databases in the computer.
Well, what do you have? Computer's being jammed, sir.
Jammed? MIGUEL: Yeah.
From the outside.
Someone or something is producing RF interference.
What the hell is that? Have you ever seen anything like that? Yeah.
It's just like that one over there.
Captain, these robots are being controlled remotely by radio signals.
We're pretty much dead center here.
There's one coming from about two kilometers to the east, and the other one's just short of that, west-northwest.
All right, Brody, you take Henderson and go to the east.
You two go to the northwest.
Now, we need specific coordinates.
Yes, sir.
That's great.
That'll give me more time to spend with the computer.
Lucas, this is not a honeymoon.
We need some more information from this terminal.
You should be looking for answers, not Ogling.
Ogling into this thing.
Fine.
Thank you.
Let's go.
We're out of here.
I hate when this happens.
We're about five blocks from the source of the signal.
Come on.
This way.
Brody, watch it! Brody.
Henderson! Over here! You all right? Oh, I think so.
Thanks.
I should be thanking you.
That was close.
Yeah, I'm not so sure about that.
Piccolo? You guys okay? Yeah, Henderson almost got herself a new haircut, but she's all right.
Look, I don't know if those robots are attacking us.
I'm not sure.
It just That last shot, it went well over our heads.
Not well enough.
What's your take, boss? I don't know.
I think maybe they're shooting at each other.
Like maybe we got caught in the crossfire.
Comes out the same in the end unless we find out who or what's controlling them.
How close are you? Another few blocks.
Same here.
All right.
Well, let me know if you get something, huh? Oh, you'll hear me screaming.
All right.
Out.
Let's get out of here, huh? Welcome to the big leagues.
Yeah, thanks.
Any luck? I'll be honest with you.
I've never seen anything like this.
I mean, it's so simple that it goes beyond any understanding that we have of computers.
It's It's really Lovely.
Lovely? I mean, it's totally and completely amazing.
It's perfect! You should take it easy, Lucas.
She'll break your heart.
If you have questions, Lucas, it might be simpler just to ask.
I mean no offense, but I don!t believe that you possess the knowledge to understand my technology.
That's a good line.
I'll have to remember that.
It wasn!t a line, Dr.
Smith.
It was just a statement of fact.
How did you know my name? United Earth Oceans Organization vessel, seaQuest.
Registry: Fort Gore, Florida.
Entered service June 25, 2019.
Crew status as of March 2021, Captain Nathan Hale Bridger.
Born March 17, 1972.
Commander Jonathan Ford.
Born March 4, 1990.
Lucas Wolenczak I think we get the point.
I thought you would.
And she's got an attitude.
How did we get here? Utilizing sound coordinates, Sensor Chief Miguel Ortiz directed the seaQuest toward the distress signal sent from this terminal.
No, no.
I mean, how did we get here to this time? It's more than 200 years from our own.
Since your science has not yet discovered Mobius holes, it may be simpler to say that I opened a door in time through which you could pass.
Watch it, Lucas, she's talking down to you.
Why did you call us here? The seaQuest is pre-CENTSYS.
Having run many probability curves, I determined that only a pre-CENTSYS human being could accomplish what I need.
And just what is that? I need someone to save my babies, Captain.
Radio signal's vectoring from in here.
Who the hell is that? Coming around your flank, loser.
Come around to 295.
Excuse us.
Weapons arm circled.
Hey, kid! What's this? Ortiz.
Ortiz! We're in some kind of jail.
So are we.
Forward ray on functionals.
I saw it coming.
Yes! Come on, come on.
Back up.
Met your match now, sucker! Yes! What's she doing? What? Where'd she come from? It's Lucas! Targets at 160.
Very cool.
Are you sure you know what you're doing? Well, I guess we're about to find out.
Positive lock-in.
It was a direct hit.
It was a direct hit, right between the eyes! Welcome to the big leagues.
You all right? Ask me next month.
You feel warm.
Take your hand away, I'll cool off.
Yeah.
You're all right.
I know you must have a name.
I asked you a question.
What's your name? Aaron.
Enough with the games, okay? Don't! Forget it.
He seems to have a less positive reaction to my touch.
Give him time.
I didn't get much.
I got a name.
Iris.
Why do you think she jammed the circuits? And our scanners.
We never picked them up.
I know how she's feeling.
She didn't want to be found.
Not very sociable.
No, but that's because our presence here scared her half to death.
I get a I don't know, a very uncomfortable feeling from her.
It's as if, well I'm not sure that she's ever seen another human being in the flesh before.
When I try and get close to her, she recoils.
Even mentally.
How can that be? She must have had a family, parents.
This is her family, Captain.
What? A computer? Well, it's a little more than a computer.
Look, since that jamming signal went down, I've had no problem getting back to the present time.
Good.
Now, what do we know? In the years following the plague, many of the people that survived took to staying indoors.
What little communication they had was done through video, through CENTSYS.
So they stayed home and watched television.
Close.
They began to interact through virtual games.
I mean, from what I can tell they even had relationships that way.
So long, back seat.
What about their science? Technology? Everything fell apart.
The people that survived were scattered.
There were some tribal skirmishes, but in the cities Well, in the cities, the games started to become a little more real.
Less virtual.
Like those robots.
So they stopped reproducing and started killing each other, is that it? They played games.
I mean, I'm not even sure human life had any value beyond an image, an opponent.
And what about those hatcheries? Well, the hatcheries were destroyed by the tribes and the games.
Now, this CENTSYS terminal, programmed to value and promote humanity, managed to activate the last remaining hatchery.
She incubated a few dozen eggs.
Now, the two we found are all that survived.
You're saying that these kids are the last people left on the planet? Them and us, as far as I can tell.
Well, what about the computer? What about the distress signal? What did she want from us? I don't know.
Well, for a start, we can get these kids on seaQuest and get them some food and medical attention.
Right.
Get Lieutenant Brody and Henderson.
We'll meet them at the ship.
Lucas, whatever we can do or can't do here, you've got to find a way back home.
We still need more time, Jonathan.
Time for what, Captain? It seems to me we have two choices here.
We can either try and take the seaQuest back through that That whatever it is, that void or we spend the rest of our lives right where we are now.
No, I think there's a third option.
If that CENTSYS terminal got us here then I've every reason to believe that Lucas can take us back.
We're gonna stay here and maintain the ship's status.
Captain? Yes? If you have a minute, you may want to come down to the moon pool.
Throw ball.
Play.
Darwin happy! It's my turn.
I'd say we made a little progress.
Yeah.
They're certainly looking better, aren't they? They've actually exchanged a few words with each other.
I'm not sure these kids have ever been in the same room together.
Darwin's digging it, isn't he? He knows what he's doing.
He certainly does.
Don't.
Don't touch me.
I won't hurt you.
You can have another turn.
I bet you had worse first dates.
Hey, speak for yourself.
Have you made any progress? Well, I'm trying to cram 200 years of education into a few hours, but, yes, I've made some progress.
Anything about how we get out of here? It's more like if we get out of here.
Tell me.
It might be better if I show you.
If you're thinking about taking those kids back with us, you may have to think again.
Why? Put up the time parabola.
Now over the past hundred years or so, there's been a number of theories regarding the structure of time.
Now, it seems that despite the fact that nobody completely understands it, they did have some success manipulating it.
That's fairly obvious.
Yeah.
One of the leading theories is that time forms some sort of continuum, an endless loop of sorts.
The Mobius strip.
Yeah.
Yeah, close enough.
Now, the reason we can't get back to our own time is, apparently, it doesn't exist anymore.
Now, wait a minute.
We know our time existed, we were there.
But how can the future exist without the past? It can't.
But according to this theory, the past can't exist without the future.
Disengage the arc.
I think she oversimplified the theory so we could understand it, but, simply put, I think we may be at the end of time.
Lucas, unless we can ensure a future, we have no place to go home to.
Right.
That means that the entirety of the past, the present and the future, depends on Her children, those two kids who were playing video games.
Washed, cleaned and healthy.
And well fed.
I made them a picnic basket.
You know how it is.
A boy, a girl.
A picnic, a blanket.
Now, if Lucas is right, we've insured a future here.
And we ought to have brought back the past, too.
Well, there's one way to find out.
Commander Ford, any changes down there? No.
Nothing.
Literally nothing.
I don't understand.
What? Do we gotta wait around until these two kids, you know, start a family? I would've thought there'd be a change as they got back on track.
I'll handle this.
Game terminal 15 activated.
Maybe things are not on track.
Don't tell me, the last babe on Earth and she's not his type? No, it's the machine.
I mean, look at them.
They're drawn to it like babies to a mother's breast.
In a way, that is it, isn't it? If we left them here now, how long do you think it would be before they were relying completely on that computer again? It's all they know.
What are you suggesting, Doctor? I won't do it.
I can't.
Three blue rods, Lucas, just below the central screen.
Withdraw them, please.
Now, if I remove them I will shut down.
This is insane.
You're this incredible piece of technology I've never even seen before.
With all that you are, I just can't.
I!m a computer, Lucas.
A machine.
I!m incapable of being insane.
But why? Why do you have to shut down? For my children, for your children.
Hey, they need you.
They need to be on their own.
Yeah, I understand that, but What if they have questions? What if they need help? They can come to you.
They will have to find the answers for themselves on their own.
Lucas, please.
I have so many questions.
I have so much to understand.
There is more in life than knowledge, Lucas.
Kindness, courage and love are what you need to understand.
Knowledge without that understanding has brought us where we are.
You have seen the future.
Now you must help change it.
That's why you needed someone pre-CENTSYS.
The people from my time could not do what I ask.
They would think of it as killing themselves.
For you, it!s a chance to save your lives, to go on.
Lucas, please.
Thank you, Lucas, for having the courage Put up the aft screens.
Aye, sir.
The aft screens.
Oh.
That is the aft screen, sir.
I'll be I'm getting clear readings all the way back through the disturbance.
Captain.
Whatever you guys did up there, it seems to have done the trick.
It looks like we've got a clear path back home.
Good news, Jonathan.
We're on our way back now.
You did right, Lucas.
Why doesn't it feel right? Hey, if doing the right thing always felt right we wouldn't have ended up in a world like this.
Yeah.
But, Captain, this is the future.
This is the way it's going to be.
Maybe, maybe not.
Hi, I'm Michael DeLuise.
When you think of marine animals, what comes to mind? Fish? Whales? Sharks? Starfish? Birds? Maybe not.
But penguins are aquatic birds.
They spend most of their lives in and under of the water.
They have webbed feet, waterproof feathers and flippers instead of wings.
On seaQuest, Piccolo uses his gills to breath underwater, but some penguins can hold their breath up to 20 minutes, hunting their primary foods of anchovies, krill and squid.
See you on the next adventure of seaQuest.

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