The Rabid Dogs of Gallaphron
Can be trained to drool
At the ring of a bell.
Doesn't stop them from biting.

Karlos El Greeta-Stirra
"Reflections of Rim-Salt", CY 4389

[Command]

ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Dylan, I'm receiving distress signals from a freighter exiting Gallaphron defence space. There are fighters in pursuit.
HUNT: Move to intercept.
HARPER: That bucket of screws just made it out of planet Gallaphron's control space.
TRANCE: No one has ever escaped and lived.
BEKA: Not safe yet.
HUNT: Target bogeys six and nine.
TYR: Missiles locked.
HUNT: Fire.
ROMMIE: Escaping ship, hull rupture aft.
(The freighter takes other hits.)
HARPER: Oh, man. Death corkscrew. It's over.
TRANCE: She's spewing oxygen. Dylan, they're all going to suffocate.
HUNT: Not if we can catch them. Tyr, drop bogeys four, five, seven, eight.
TYR: Finger four spread. Launch.
TRANCE: Missiles tracking.
(The last of the attacking ships go KaBOOM.)
ROMMIE: Preparing bucky cables for ship retrieval.
HUNT: No time. I said we'll catch them.
(The freighter skids to a halt in a hangar bay.)
HARPER: Nice snag, boss.
HUNT: Tyr, you're with me.

[Corridor]

ANDROMEDA [OC]: Dylan, the hangar is partially depressurised.
HUNT: Tyr, EVA suits. Grab all the emergency O2 masks you can.

[Hangar bay]

HUNT: Harper, Rommie, get these doors closed now.

[Command]

HARPER: No, Dylan, those hangar doors are just jammed. I can't get them closed again.
TRANCE: We can't repressurise.

[Freighter]

HUNT: All right, we're in their ship.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Oxygen levels are approaching critical.
HUNT: We're on it. Tyr, come on.
TYR: Right behind you.
HUNT: Over here. Tyr, the door's jammed. Give me a hand.
(They force their way into a compartment of wailing people.)
HUNT: Tyr, left side!
PINABEL: (a plump man whose name we are never actually told) Close the door!
HUNT: We've got oxygen. Over here.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Dylan, they're all exhibiting signs of extreme hypoxia. Heart rate's are near critical. They'll be dead within two minutes.
HUNT: Put these masks on. You have to share. Here. Breathe in deeply. Share it! Come on, I said, share it.
FLORDELIS: (a woman) No! No! Give it back!
TYR: You, Captain Hunt told you to share. Here, breathe.
HUNT: Tyr, get the O2 line from the emergency locker. I'm sorry, people, but you have to share. We don't have enough masks. We'll get you out of here as soon as we can.
(Hunt sees that the young man who had taken the woman's O2 mask has taken the O2 line from another person.)
HUNT: Give me that. Here.
(Another man pulls a knife on him. Hunt takes it off him easily.)
HUNT: What are you, crazy? Tyr! All right, give me a three metre lead.
(Hunt punches holes in the line with the knife.)
HUNT: People, we've got oxygen here. Up here! That's it. Put your mouths over the holes and breathe.
(Like piglets suckling at a sow.)
HUNT: Okay, good. Very good. Well then, looks like we can all breathe easier.

[Cargo hold]

(The people file out of the hangar bay.)
HUNT: They were so panicked. These people must have been through hell.
HARPER: Yeah, give them a few minutes with Tyr and then see.
NUMA: There. There!
(An older, toothy man points to the exit to the corridor, and they all run out.)
ROMMIE: Severe brain damage can occur within five minutes of oxygen deprivation.
HUNT: Well, let's round them up, people. Let's go get them.
(Harper and Rommie leave, followed by Tyr, slowly removing his EVA suit. Then an attractive woman comes out of the hangar bay.)
ANGELIKA: Thank you.
HUNT: Oh, you're welcome.
ANGELIKA: We never thought we'd escape. We're Resistance Cell Six from the planet Gallaphron. I'm Angelika, their cell leader. In a universe where no one risks his neck for anyone, you saved me.
HUNT: Well, we were just doing our
(Angelika kisses Hunt.)
HOLO-ROMMIE: Another symptom of oxygen deprivation is a type of euphoria.
(The kiss continues.)
HOLO-ROMMIE: I said, there may be some complications.
(Eventually Hunt and Angelika come up for air.)
HUNT: Seems okay to me. What?

[Maru crew area]

(Beka finds a woman.)
BEKA: Those blankets are synthetic vicuna, so they're pretty cozy.
FLORDELIS: Nice things aren't just a snap for retired widows. You use lots of things, pawn heirlooms. Oh, that onyx and amber necklace gone.
BEKA: And these pillows? They're pretty soft, because they conform to your neck for extra lumbar support. Here, try it.
FLORDELIS: No nice things. We pooled our life savings for the bribe off that planet. That ship, that captain, that awful captain.
BEKA: Hey, watch it. I used to be the captain of a ship like that, running refugees just like you.
FLORDELIS: What?
BEKA: No, I mean it's good.
FLORDELIS: Captain Higgins! On that ship locked us in a room waiting for blast off. Out of food, drinking condensation drops. No air, no air. I can't breathe. I
(Beka puts her hand on the woman's forehead and she goes very still, allowing herself to be guided off the Maru.)

[Machine shop]

PINABEL: Do you like jigsaws?
HARPER: Er, you mean puzzles?
PINABEL: No, jigsaws.
HARPER: Er, sure, yeah. Nothing like them for semicircular cutting action. Why don't I
(Harper tries to take the tool from him but he won't let go. There is a wild-eyed girl there, too.)
HARPER: Say, you crazy kids, Why don't we go down to the, er, mess hall and we'll grab some beers, er, pudding. Okay?
PINABEL: Beer.
HARPER: Sure.
(He gives up the power tool.)
PINABEL: Do you like boxing?
HARPER: Boxing. Sure, boxing. Yeah, as an excuse to smoke cigars and bet on who's going to get their
(Harper gets punched.)
HARPER: Ow. Ow! Freaking ow! What did you do that for?

[Mess hall]

(A pack of starving humans devouring whatever they can. Hunt enters and goes over to Angelika's table.)
HUNT: Hi.
ANGELIKA: Hi.
HUNT: Your friends seemed to be in a bit of a hurry.
ANGELIKA: Freedom tastes good.
HUNT: Yeah, about that. You know, it's a miracle you even got out. No one has ever escaped from Gallaphron.
ANGELIKA: Gallaphron is a living hell. Resistance Cell Six, which I command, is used to miracles. My people are pretty tough when it comes to taking the pain. That's the price of fighting for freedom on our planet.
HUNT: Er, Angelika, you can relax the pace.
ANGELIKA: Stuck in a prison camp with these people, you get to be a pretty competitive eater.
HUNT: Andromeda has, you know, it's stocked with plenty of food.
ANGELIKA: Once you've lived in an extended period of doing without, you never take having for granted. Once you've crawled on your stomach for what seemed like days looking for water, once you've lived with so much pain you get close to death, you get focused on what you want. Come on, Dylan, when's the last time you did without?
HUNT: Well, I had three hundred and three years once, frozen in a black hole, doing without life or food.
(He takes a piece of meat from Angelika's plate, and she threatens to stab him with her fork.)
ANGELIKA: My food.
HUNT: Is that right?
ANGELIKA: Mmm hmm. Do you have any other clothes I could wear? Dirty fluorescent jumpsuits are so last year.
HUNT: I think I can find something for you to slip into.

[Hydroponics]

(Trance finds Numa picking a flower from a climbing plant.)
TRANCE: The Yellow Irminion, one of my favourites.
NUMA: Do you have something I could put in my hair?
(He is bald.)
NUMA: It's just that you're so beautiful.
TRANCE: Thank you.
NUMA: And I'm so old, so ugly. So over.
TRANCE: You're just exhausted.
NUMA: I have a beautiful person inside me. I'm just hiding in this ugly body.
TRANCE: Like the Yellow Irminion. It hides in an ugly seed.
NUMA: Oh, seeds contain so much intelligence. All the instructions to make a beautiful flower, to bear fruit, are inside. What's inside you?
(He reaches for Trance, and she grabs his arm.)
TRANCE: Beautiful flowers need sunlight. Let's not keep you cooped up.

[Corridor]

(The oriental young man who kept stealing oxygen masks is doing his Bruce Lee exercises. Tyr is watching, then steps forward and remains impassive while the young man practices his kicks and punches inches from his face.)
ODERIC: You know, if you weren't so intensely self-absorbed, you'd realise that all of life is a balance between the emptiness of eternity and the need to make art, to remind ourselves we were here.
TYR: I had an epiphany like that once. Then I mercilessly beat someone until it went away. Would you care to join us on the hangar deck?

[Hunt's quarters]

(A shower is running. Harper enters with a bloody plug up his nostril.)
HARPER: Dylan, I got a sockarooni in the schnoz for all my kindness.
HUNT: Er, Harper, this isn't the time.
(Angelika enters from the shower, dressed in a towel.)
ANGELIKA: Hi. That the shirt?
HUNT: Er, yeah, that's the shirt.
HARPER: Oh, I'm sorry. My timing's a little off today. You take a knock in the nose, you get a little scrambled eggs. You know what I mean? Sorry.
(Harper starts to back out and Rommie marches in carrying a box.)
ROMMIE: Dylan, no ship's log onboard.
HUNT: Rommie, would you mind?
(Rommie opens the box.)
ROMMIE: Human brains in a box.
HUNT: Well, that's certainly gross.
ROMMIE: And puzzling. Not exactly your standard carry-on item.
(Tyr enters as Angelika exchanges the towel for the shirt.)
HUNT: Did I call for a meeting in my quarters?
(Beka enters.)
BEKA: You know these refugees? They seem a bit off.
HUNT: Well, they've been through a lot, Beka.
BEKA: No, I mean, it seems a little bit more than traumatisation or hypoxia. Are these brains?
ROMMIE: Mmm hmm.
(Beka closes the box and sees the name on it.)
BEKA: Higgins? You know that's the name of the captain.
(Everyone stares at Angelika.)
HUNT: I'll have a talk with Angelika. Alone.
(Rommie hands him the brain box.)
HUNT: Thank you, Rommie.
ROMMIE: Mmm hmm.
HARPER: Could I
HUNT: Alone.
HARPER: Just
HUNT: Alone.
(They all leave, one at a time.)
HUNT: What happened with the captain?
ANGELIKA: I killed him.
HUNT: Okay.
ANGELIKA: We gave him everything, then he locked us up in a storage hold with no food till we were half mad from dehydration. I'd do it again.
HUNT: Bucket of brains. Interesting way of conducting business.
ANGELIKA: I'm not sure you can comprehend.
HUNT: Really.
ANGELIKA: It was the paranoia of living under pure dictatorship.
HUNT: That's not good enough.
ANGELIKA: When we heard there was a Commonwealth ship just outside the control space and Captain Higgins didn't move, we had to.
HUNT: And afterwards, you sliced him up.
ANGELIKA: You are filled with so much good I can sense it. The rest's over now. Did you ever have to kill someone?

[Corridor]

BEKA: Andromeda?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Yes, Beka.
BEKA: Tell Dylan I found some of the refugees.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Acknowledged.
BEKA: Or all of the refugees. Andromeda, I'm going to need back up right now.
(An alarm sounds as two groups of humming people converge on Beka. Hunt and Tyr come running.)
HUNT: Beka! What's up?
(The refugees freeze.)
HUNT: Okay, that's a little strange. What are they doing? Remember, I don't want these people hurt.
(The refugees run away, screaming.)
TYR: You know, for people that we just resuscitated, they seem somewhat ungrateful, no?
HUNT: They're deranged. Tell you what, let's split up. Find them and detain them in Med deck.
(Hunt goes one way, Tyr and Beka the other. No sign of the refugees.)
BEKA: Zzz, creepy.
HUNT: They're goofy, but they're quick.

[Machine shop]

HARPER: All right, you two, you're. Hey, what do you think you're
(It looks like all the refugees are here, and they have all armed themselves.)
HARPER: Hey, folks.
PINABEL: Jigsaws, I like jigsaws.
NUMA: And power tools.
FLORDELIS: Bolt cutters is my favourite.
HARPER: Er, hey. All right, I'm getting that wrong place at the wrong time feeling here.
PINABEL: Do you like dancing?
HARPER: All right, all right, no trick questions. I'm game for almost anything else.
NUMA: Whirr, whirr, whirr.
HARPER: All right, look, people, put the tools down. They're not toys, all right?
FLORDELIS: Snap, snap, ginger snaps.

[Command]

TYR: If they don't like our hospitality, we need to consider other solutions. I imagine sending them back from whence they came is one, and in my opinion internal defence systems shouldn't be ruled out, either.
HUNT: They're resistance leaders unfairly imprisoned. Our allies. We're not going to hurt these people.
BEKA: Well, let's just hope we don't have to.
TYR: Yes, let's hope.
BEKA: If these were Nietzscheans, let's just say, at least we could expect them to act in their own self-interest. I'd say a show of force could make them cooperate.
ROMMIE: They've got Harper.
(The scene in the machine shop is on the viewscreen.)
HARPER [on viewscreen]: Not the hair!
HUNT: This is Captain Dylan Hunt. Please listen to me. I know what you've suffered on Gallaphron.
NUMA [on viewscreen]: No, you don't.
HUNT: Yes, I do, And I'll be glad to take you anywhere you would like, but you have to give me your hostage. I want Harper.

[Machine shop]

HUNT: I know you've been abused. It's not your fault. We are here to help. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
NUMA: I agree with you, Dylan. We've got nothing to be ashamed of.
FLORDELIS: All we want is to be free. We fought for that, risked our lives for that.
NUMA: You must agree to our demands.

[Command]

HUNT: Well, what are your demands?

[Machine shop]

PINABEL: We want Harper.
ALL: Yes! Give us Harper! We want Harper! We want Harper!

[Command]

ALL [on viewscreen]: We want Harper! We want Harper! We want Harper! We want Harper! We want Harper! We want Harper!
TYR: Had enough of negotiating with crazy people?
HUNT: Tyr, cover the corridor outside the machine shop in case they make a run for it. Beka, let's go.

[Conduit]

BEKA: Maybe we're going about this all wrong.
HUNT: Okay, let's hear it.
BEKA: Well, we should just let Harper sit.
HUNT: What?
BEKA: If they spend enough quality time with him, maybe they'll get sick of him and send him back.
HUNT: Don't you think these people have suffered enough cruel and unusual punishment?
(They arrive at a grating above the machine shop.)
HUNT: Okay, so here's the plan.
(The jigsaw cuts through the grating, and nearly their fingers.)
HUNT: Let's get out of here.
BEKA: Good plan.

[Corridor]

ODERIC: Life is a balance.
(This time he actually punches and kicks Tyr, who doesn't retaliate.)
ODERIC: Life's a struggle for meaning.
(And is knocked down with one punch.)
TYR: Struggle with that.
(Hunt and Beka arrive.)
ODERIC: You know, If you weren't so intensely self-absorbed, you'd realise that all of life is a balance.
TYR: He says that to everyone.
HUNT: Does everyone he says it to end up hitting him?
TYR: So far, fifty percent.
ODERIC: Go ahead, hit me again. You can't do anything worse than the doctor.
HUNT: What doctor?
(Angelika runs up.)
ANGELIKA: Oderic!
(Tyr grabs her.)
HUNT: What, a doctor made you like this?
ODERIC: Doctor, Doc doctor. Doctor!
HUNT: Confine him to his quarters.
BEKA: Oh yeah.
ODERIC: Doctor, doctor.
(Tyr and Beka take Oderic away.)
HUNT: You should've told me these people are insane.
ANGELIKA: That's not fair, Dylan. They're not insane. They were put in insane asylums. Why? Because anyone who wanted freedom must be insane, understand?
HUNT: You didn't disclose.
ANGELIKA: Then horrible psychological experiments were performed on them until they seemed crazy. No, I didn't tell you. Is that a crime? And is it a crime to want to restore a system of government that I believe in, or does that make me crazy?
HUNT: Your people are attacking my ship and my crew.
ANGELIKA: And you want to know why.
HUNT: Yes.
ANGELIKA: Well, aren't you the Dylan Hunt I've heard about, the one who fought against all rational odds to restore an extinct, destroyed Commonwealth?
(Power tools whirr and screams off.)
HUNT: Come on!

[Machine shop]

(Harper is being held very tightly.)
ALL: We want Harper! We want Harper! We want Harper!

[Corridor]

HUNT: Tyr. Tyr, wait.
TYR: Waiting is silly, Dylan. I'm going to get Harper.
HUNT: I don't want those people hurt.
TYR: Yes, I know, but by my last count we have only one ship's engineer and we cannot afford to lose him.
HUNT: I can't afford to lose you, either.
TYR: Understood, and appreciated. But there's far less chance of that, now isn't there? The clock's running. I'll get him out. And I'll make best efforts to refrain from injuring anyone else in the process.
HUNT: That's fine, but I'll go in place of
TYR: No, you won't. Look, while I am loath to admit it, we have but one captain as well. His value too, is at a premium.

[Machine shop]

HARPER: All right, enough. You know, you guys are seriously nuts, and I love that, but I'm thinking I torture too easily.
FLORDELIS: Oh, you don't know torture.
PINABEL: We haven't even started that yet. Do you like
HARPER: All right, all right, knock it off! Now, listen. Now listen up, everybody. You've made a seriously bad, bad, bad mistake choosing me as your hostage. I'm completely the wrong idea.
PINABEL: What do you mean? You'll love the torture.
HARPER: No, no, no, no, no. No, I won't. I'll hate it. I'm not cut out for it. That's what I'm saying. I'm not sure any of you are. I mean, I once had a rock garden, right? Three of them died, you know? Never mind. The point is I can fix it. I can get you, er, I can get you someone new. Yeah, huh? Someone better. No, no, no, no. Someone bigger. Because I'm too small, right? Someone bigger, more to torture. Isn't that great? Okay, all right. So all I'm going to do is walk slowly out the door, because anybody else is better at being a hostage than me. I'm too small. Especially someone bigger. In fact, I know who'd be good to torture. You know who'd be good to torture? I think he'd actually be kind of fun to torture. I'm talking about Tyr. About yea big and
(Tyr enters.)
HARPER: Tyr!
(The fight starts.)
TYR: Harper, get out.
(Tyr finishes the fighting, but Numa is working quickly on a console.)
TYR: Now listen up! I am only going to say this once. Don't let the fact that you are insane lead you to the erroneous assumption that I will hesitate for even a moment before slaughtering every last one of you. Please save me the trouble and don't delude yourselves.
(A set of rods come out of a unit in the wall and an alarm sounds.)
NUMA: I know what these things are. We can make a big boom!
ALL: Big boom!
TYR: No! No!
(Tyr rushes Numa and gets zapped by Pinabel with the nanowelder. He goes down, twitching.)

[Command]

HARPER: That was great. Did you see that? It was like I just visualised Tyr and boom! There he was. I wish I could do that for
(The scene of Tyr being tortured is on the viewscreen.)
HARPER: Oh, no.
(Numa is threatening to play the rods like a set of horizontal tubular bells.)
BEKA: Dylan, look. The magnetised AP rods.
HUNT: Damn. A little rough handling with the AP rods and we all explode. Rommie, shunt the AP from that tank to another.
ROMMIE: Well, I'd like to, Dylan, but the man in control has cut off the power to the AP rods and I can't vent it.
HUNT: Depressurisation, then.
ROMMIE: It still explodes.
BEKA: We attack, and that nutbag sets off an explosion.
HUNT: We have run out of options.
NUMA [on viewscreen]: No more tricks. I'll hit these rods hard!
HUNT: Stop playing with that. We'll all explode.

[Machine shop]

HUNT [OC]: Don't touch the rods.
(Numa and another woman play the plastic sheaths around the rods instead.)
PINABEL: Yeah, blow us up.
FLORDELIS: Hey, who's got the petroleum jelly?

[Command]

HUNT: What are they putting in his mouth?
ANGELIKA: That's to keep him from biting his tongue. They're about to experiment on him.

[Machine shop]

(The petroleum jelly is applied to Tyr's neck.)
FLORDELIS: There, isn't that soothing?
PINABEL: How about some electroshock therapy? (zap) Fun, huh? Get used to it.

[Command]

HUNT: Angelika. Angelika, you have to make them stop.
ANGELIKA: I can't. You see, I was a patient.
HUNT: I understand you were a patient. That's okay.
ANGELIKA: I was the doctor. I tortured these people.
HUNT: What do you mean, you were the doctor?
ANGELIKA: I was a patient.
HUNT: You just said you were the doctor.
ANGELIKA: I was the doctor. A patient. I was the doctor. A patient. I was the doctor. A patient. I was the doctor. I was the doctor. I tortured them. I did it and I liked it.
HUNT: This doesn't make sense.

[Machine shop]

PINABEL: Get used to it. More petroleum jelly?
HUNT [OC]: You can release Tyr now. I've identified the doctor who tortured you.

[Command]

HUNT: It's Angelika. Take your out anger on her

[Machine shop]

HUNT [OC]: Not Tyr.
PINABEL: But that's impossible. I'm the doctor.
NUMA: I have the secret identity. I am the doctor. I'm Doctor Yanomami.
FLORDELIS: No way. I'm the doctor. I've got missing teeth to prove it.
PINABEL: You're not the doctor. I'm the doctor. I know I'm the doctor.
ZINARA: I'm Doctor Yanomami.
NUMA: No, no, I am the doctor. I am the doctor!

[Command]

HOLO-ROMMIE: Dylan, I have information indicating that Doctor Yanomami is a war criminal, wanted in four galaxies. Cranial surgeries, chemical injections, radiation, electroshock. Atrocities rivaling those of Doctor Josef Mengele of Earth and Yitzak D'Nar of Kolk Seven.
HUNT: So he's got them all brainwashed to think that they're the torturer.
ANGELIKA: I'm the doctor.
HUNT: That way, they can cover for him. It's a way to escape. The doctor could be one of them. He could be one of the refugees.

[Machine shop]

NUMA: Shock therapy.
TYR: Internal defence systems activate.
(A high pitched sound fills the refugee's heads.)
FLORDELIS: Swan hourglass tadpole yacht.
NUMA: Loving birds love singing choirs.
PINABEL: Dead milk lamas piano perch.

[Command]

ANGELIKA: Foxes run from drooling dogs.
(Angelika attacks Hunt.)
BEKA: Hey! Hey!
(Beka knocks her out.)
HUNT: Er, thank you, Beka. Take her to Med deck, strap her down, sedate her.
BEKA: I didn't mean to do that.
HUNT: It's fine. Don't worry about it. Rommie, let's find out What all this mumbo jumbo means.
ROMMIE: I'll scan and compare. If you're going to rescue Tyr, know that they can disintegrate me with a single explosion.
HUNT: I know. I'm sitting on my hands here, Rommie. I have to do something.
ROMMIE: Percentage of success is extremely low.
HUNT: Well, you know me with percentages, Rommie. I like to take a big gamble every day, because I might be walking around lucky and not even know it.

[Machine shop]

NUMA: Intense experiences help you to remember.
PINABEL: That's what Doctor Yanomami says.
(Hunt drops down from the grating. Pinabel rushes him and gets the nanowelder jabbed into his own leg.)
HUNT: There, how's that feel?
PINABEL: That's not funny.
(Flordelis jumps on Hunt's back. He knocks her into Numa then takes out a man pushing a trolley.)
HUNT: Would you stop it?
(He throws Flordelis off, then grabs Numa and tosses him away from the console.)
HUNT: Would you get out of here?
(He has to stamp on a woman's foot.)
HUNT: Yes, I know it hurts.
(Hunt goes to the console and Numa rushes him. Someone else bites his ankle.)
HUNT; Ow!
(A woman comes at him with a hammer, and ends up hitting the man who bit Hunt.)
HUNT: Sorry. All right, pal, that's enough.
(Hunt throws Numa against the wall and he gets a jolt of the nanowelder. His whole appearance changes.)
HUNT: Doctor Yanomami, I presume.
(And punches him in the face.)

[V deck]

HUNT: Rommie?
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Yes, Dylan?
HUNT: The refugees have scattered. Find them and quarantine in hangar sixteen.
ANDROMEDA [OC]: Acknowledged.
(Hunt throws Doctor Yanomami in the brig.)
HUNT: Welcome to your new home, doctor. Make yourself comfortable.
YANOMAMI: Captain Hunt. I think you should take a look at this.
(Yanomami holds out a metal card then puts it on the floor. A hologram of a woman appears.)
COMMONWEALTH OP: Commonwealth directive four bravo niner foxtrot. Doctor Yanomami is in possession of vital psychological information. He and all his patients are to be delivered unharmed to the Commonwealth Command immediately.
HUNT: Andromeda, investigate source.
HOLO-ROMMIE: I'm afraid the code is confirmed. Official Commonwealth protocol. I'm sorry, Dylan, but he's untouchable.
HUNT: Great.
(Hunt lets him out of the brig.)
HUNT: You're confined to your quarters until further notice.
YANOMAMI: Thank you.
HUNT: Mmm hmm. One more thing. The refugees, your victims. Your mind control has made them a little insane and I need to calm them down somehow.
YANOMAMI: I have found more ways to derange then arrange. Why don't you kill them?
HUNT: I'd rather kill you.
YANOMAMI: But you have been ordered not to, haven't you?
HUNT: Maybe I never got the order. Maybe you had an accident. Or maybe I'll let the refugees decide what to do with you. Yeah, I like that.

[Corridor]

HUNT: I recreated the Commonwealth for good, and the day it stops serving the good is the day that I stop serving it.
ROMMIE: But if you disobey their orders to protect him, then the Commonwealth means nothing.
HUNT: Every bone inside me wants to terminate this guy.
ROMMIE: Well, Dylan, it's not your call. You reformed the Commonwealth, but you gave up the chance to command it.
HUNT: Smart move. Rommie, why would the Commonwealth want to keep this guy alive?
ROMMIE: For his mind control research?
HUNT: I don't believe that. I mean, mind control, it's every Tyrant's dream. The Commonwealth would never endorse that.
ROMMIE: Then why would the good doctor escape with these refugees from Gallaphron?
HUNT: What do you make Of those bizarre phrases they keep saying. You know, foxes, drooling dogs?
ROMMIE: Well, if it's a code, I can't crack it. It appears to be what psychiatrists refer to as word salad. Incoherent ramblings induced by schizophrenia.

[Another corridor]

(Harper finds Pinabel trying to drill into the bulkhead.)
HARPER: Whoa, stop that or you'll set off the automated defence system. No, no, I just don't want you to set off the defence system.
(Pinabel doubles over in pain.)
PINABEL: Dead milk llama piano perch.
HARPER: Defence system?
PINABEL: Dead milk llama piano perch.
HARPER: Uh, Dylan?

[Corridor]

ROMMIE: Defence system.
HUNT: As in Gallaphron's orbital defence system. That's it. The Commonwealth doesn't want the doctor for his mind control, they want him for his information on the orbital defence system. If we can penetrate that, then we can save the people there. Beka, Med deck. And bring me a refugee. [Maru crew area]

BEKA: Flordelis, I need your help. We need you to help us to get to Doctor Yanomami.
FLORDELIS: You'll let us breathe, won't you?
BEKA: I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die.
FLORDELIS: Can I bring the pillow? It's so nice. So nice.
BEKA: It's yours.

[Med deck]

HUNT: Flordelis, what can you tell me about Gallaphron's orbital defence system?
FLORDELIS: Swan hourglass tadpole yacht.
BEKA: You're hurting her. It hurts her to remember.
HUNT: We want her to remember. These phrases, swan hourglass tadpole yacht, it's a mnemonic device.
BEKA: What's it mean?
HUNT: Doctor Yanomami had mountains of data to smuggle out. He couldn't take anything physical, so he made his patients remember it all. Trance, bring Angelika. Rommie, ready the positronic scanner.
(Later, Trance has returned with Angelika and she is being strapped to a biobed.)
HUNT: Trance.
ANGELIKA: No, Dylan, don't make me relive the pain, please.
HUNT: I'm sorry, Angelika. I have to. What can you tell me about Gallaphron's orbital defence system?
ANGELIKA: Foxes run from drooling dogs. Foxes run from drooling dogs.
TRANCE: Thalamus and limbic regions light up.
BEKA: The memories are too intense.
ROMMIE: Her EEG waves are off the charts.
BEKA: Still doesn't give us the info we need.
HUNT: Rommie, play a hunch. Assume EEG peak numbers are coordinates.
ROMMIE: Assigning standardised values.
HUNT: And now overlay those coordinates on a spatial map of Gallaphron.
ROMMIE: Run data. Location and specs on four satellites.
HUNT: Scan fifteen more refugees, and I bet we find another sixty.
ROMMIE: Astonishing a human mind can hold so much information.

[Hangar deck]

HARPER: Dylan, I've finally got them into hangar sixteen.

[Med deck]

HARPER [OC]: What do you want me to do with them now?
HUNT: Bring them to Med deck for scanning

[Hangar deck]

HUNT [OC]: One at a time.
HARPER: What? But I just got them in.

[Med deck]

ANGELIKA: If we didn't get the memory right, he'd shock us again and again.
HUNT: Let's get you some rest, okay?
(A little time later, Angelika is at Yanomami's bedside, holding his hand.)
ANGELIKA: I had such hopes and dreams, but now I can't see the forest through the trees. But in this forest, my forest, I've finally found a resting place. You let him out of jail.
HUNT: I had to.
YANOMAMI: Painted birds love singing choirs.
ANGELIKA: He's not going to be all right.
HUNT: No. He's dying.
ANGELIKA: I hope so.
YANOMAMI: Painted birds sing
(Doctor Yanomami dies.)
ANGELIKA: Foxes run from drooling dogs.

[Corridor]

HOLO-ROMMIE: Transfer to the medical ship is complete. All refugees are safely onboard.
HUNT: Thank you, Andromeda. Ladies and gentlemen, we'll soon be transporting you to a new place with the special care that you need.
PINABEL [on monitor]: I'm scared. I don't want to go. I liked my jigsaw.
HUNT: Think of it as going home.
FLORDELIS [on monitor]: Will there be flowers there?
HUNT: It will be a brand new world with better things to come for all of you, I promise. You're heroes. You've won your fight for freedom.
(Harper runs up.)
HARPER: Wait! Wait. Nah, nah, nah, they didn't win anything. That freaking pudgy pugilist stole my nanowelder.