02x13 - Lostland

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There it is again.

There's what, Commander?

Dark.

Vast deposits of
dark down here, Captain.

You're sure
you're not hallucinating?

Me?

How long have
I been down here?

Thirty hours.

You know, we have enough
data. We could bring him up.

Can't we wait till he
starts hallucinating?

That's not
in his personality.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's not necessarily
a compliment.

Whoa!

His heart rate
jumped dramatically.

Jonathan, I think
it's time to come up.

Jonathan?

You know, his pulse
rate's way off the charts.

I am going to bring him up.

No!

Wait!

O'Neill, I think we have
a potential b*mb thr*at.

Let's go to amber alert.

Condition amber.

Molecular scan engaged.

Laser disintegration
process complete.

It's clear.

You saw
a flash of light?

Yes, sir.

In the form of
a giant warrior?

Stay out of
my head, Doctor.

It's hard to do when your
thoughts are screaming.

A warrior?

A flash of light

refracted by floating debris
suggested something like that, yes.

Where'd the light
come from?

I don't know.

Dagwood, fill the t*nk and get
it submerged before it degrades.

Captain, would you
hold it steady?

Radiocarbon testing
will date it.

It looks like
Egyptian mummification,

maybe BC.

We've got a Greek helmet
that must be, what, BC?

And now we've got an
Egyptian head in a Greek helmet.

That's , years apart.

Miguel?

Miguel?

Ortiz!

Yes, Lieutenant?

Keep those things
away from me.

I feel like you're throwing
bean balls or something.

WSKRS are precision
instruments, Lieutenant.

They would
never hurt you.

See, I can get
within inches.

I think you're ready
for my refresher course

in survival training,
huh, Ortiz?

WSKRS aren't picking up
anything else, Lieutenant.

You can wrap up the hunt.

What a disappointment.

I was hoping to find
a femur or something.

No.

No. No, it's not Greek.

It looks like Greek,
but it's not Greek.

It's not Egyptian
or Phoenician either.

You know, Ortiz knows
about mythology.

He might be
able to help.

Ortiz is overseeing
the excavation.

There's Peruvian symbolism,
Mayan markings,

but it's not Peruvian
or Mayan.

There it is.

What?

Repetition.

The basis for
deciphering language.

How big do you think the
man was who wore this helmet?

What are all these holes?

Ventilation, you think?

Sir, these symbols were carved
after the helmet was forged,

so this isn't just
a Warrior's helmet,

it's a journal.

"I am Deucalion,

”the son and keeper of
our dead King Cassius,

"and sole survivor of

"Atlantis."

Atlantis?

You sure?

Yes, sir.

Set a course for the
Hatteras Abyssal Plain.

That's , miles
away, sir.

Don't you think
I know that?

If O'Neill is right,

every fortune hunter with a
pick-axe and a dive helmet

is gonna be
swarming these waters.

Better conceal
our coordinates, too.

Radio carbon testing
dates the skull to BC.

We're going to lock
this head and the hand

in the hyperbaric chamber
and black out the windows.

This is now
a classified event.

Take that sword and put it in
the ward room. Post a guard.

Don't let anyone in there
without O'Neill's permission.

O'Neill?

That a problem?

No, sir.

Captain, I can't study these
in the hyperbaric chamber.

Well, they waited
, years to be found.

You can wait
a few days to test them.

Captain...

We must control
what we find.

Captain, what did we find
that requires all this secrecy?

Atlantis.

Mag-Lev engaged.

Atlantis?

Is there an echo in here?

Next stop, A-Deck.

There's no need
to be so snide.

Don't patronize me.

What's the matter
with you?

The minute
I notify the UEO

that we have any evidence
of a lost continent,

this whole thing is going
to turn into a photo op

for political dolts
everywhere.

What we found
belongs to history,

to mankind,
not politicians.

Well, if we found Atlantis,
that will change history.

Oh, yes.

And then we'll have more
to deal with than politicians.

That's why we have to
watch our p's and q's.

Please wait for full stop.

A-Deck.
Thank you for riding Mag-Lev.

Watch your diet,
Captain.

I think you're getting
too much sugar.

Get me Secretary McGath
on a secure transmission.

Nathan, are you all right?

Yes.

SeaQuest has discovered
physical evidence

of the lost continent
of Atlantis.

Are you serious?

Have you ever known me
to be anything else?

The ship's logs will
carry the particulars.

Course set for Hatteras?

On our way, sir,
at cruise speed.

Okay, descend
two thermals.

Full speed ahead.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Carry on, people.

O'Neill says you know
a lot about mythology.

No, just Plato's story,
Critias.

Why Critias?

Refers to Atlantis.

Read everything
ever written on Atlantis.

Okay. O'Neill needs
you in the ward room.

Yes, sir.

Fire!

I saw a fire in the chair.

I did!

Didn't anybody
see the fire?

There was a fire
in the chair.

You saw it, too?

No.

But there must have been,
because you saw it.

Thanks, Dagwood.

I will clean
the Captain's chair.

What's with my chair?

I thought
it was on fire, sir.

I am seeing
things, Captain.

I should be
relieved of duty.

Can't anybody on this boat be
responsible for their own actions?

If you want to be relieved,
relieve yourself.

You're a commander.
Don't come whining to me.

I'm not running a boat
for victims.

Pull yourself
together, man.

What's going on?

I don't know.

The Commander's
freaking out,

I don't know what's
wrong with the Captain.

Lieutenant, who's gonna
run this boat if they can't?

Who's gonna tell them
they can't?

Lucas.

Yeah?

Why aren't you in uniform?

I'm a civilian, Captain.

If you're going to work on the
Bridge, you're going to be in uniform.

Yeah, but...

But what?

Sir, the UEO executive launch

will be docking
in five minutes.

Swell.

Break out the party hats
and the drinks.

Sir, that is
Secretary General McGath.

Aren't you going
to meet him?

Meet him yourself. I'm
running a submarine here.

And take him with you.

I don't want to see him on
the Bridge without a uniform.

What do you want from me?

What?

I'm going insane.

How much longer?

Well, I don't know.
It's a lost alphabet, Jim.

It's going to
take some time.

McGath is arriving,

and Ford and the Captain are
exhibiting aberrant behavior.

The Captain just wants to
protect this find from gold-diggers.

Yeah, and Ford just
spent hours in the DSL.

I mean, you were in it.

Wouldn't hours in that
thing make you a little weird?

No, this is beyond weird.

I don't think either one
of them is fit to command.

That's a serious charge,
Lieutenant.

I know.

Everyone's on edge
around here.

Yeah.

Hey, you better be careful
with that thing.

Bridger got a pretty
good sting putting that on.

What are
all these holes?

Ventilation, maybe.

I don't know.

Come on, Deucalion.

Your penmanship sucks.

Deucalion?

The guy who inscribed
the helmet.

In Greek mythology,
Deucalion was like Noah.

He built an ark to survive
the floods sent by Zeus.

Floods?

Rain?

That's it.
That's the word.

What word?

The one
I couldn't get past.

Here.

Some of these symbols
are just letters,

and some of them
are hieroglyphs,

a single symbol
representing a whole word.

I was stuck on "rain."

So this passage reads,

"Five days of rain.

"If the stars return, I will mark
my helmet to guide me home

”and curse the living
flesh of the heathen

”who follows the path

”To rob our graves.”

Told you.

You didn't tell me
there was a curse.

I just found out myself.

There's a map
on the helmet.

Where? I don't see one.

But you just said

that he marked his way
back to Atlantis on the helmet.

Yeah, but maybe
he didn't have time.

Hey!

Miguel!

Executive Launch One has arrived.

Secretary McGath.

Lieutenant.

Where's Captain Bridger?

He's busy.

This is Frobe Ernst,
UEO Antiquities.

This is Lieutenant
James Brody.

Lieutenant.
Hello.

We can't wait
to see the artifacts.

Could you please
excuse us?

Sir.

The Captain and Commander
Ford are behaving erratically.

I believe we have
a serious situation.

Let's get Frobe
to the artifacts,

and then I'll talk
with Nathan.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Hey, Ortiz, what do you got
there, a Cuban kitchen Kn*fe?

I was just joking, man.

Ortiz!

You've gotta do something.

I can't relieve
the Captain of duty.

Being obnoxious is not
a medical disability.

I've never seen him
like this before.

Well, it's a man thing.

Sometimes you men need
to growl and make noise.

Can't you just read his mind?
Make sure he's all right?

I read his mind.

Today's he's a gorilla,
tomorrow he'll be a pussycat.

Whoa.

Put it down, Miguel.

General alert!

Sensor Chief Ortiz is
armed and dangerous.

Security, capture
and detain.

Explanation, Lieutenant?

Sir, Ortiz
took the sword.

He's threatening
crew with it.

I know that. I refer
to your equivocating.

Mr. Ortiz,
if you do not surrender,

you will be sh*t
on sight.

You got that, Lieutenant?

Nathan.

Welcome aboard,
Mr. Secretary.

Don't you think

a sh**t-on-sight order
might be a little severe?

Well, he att*cked
a security officer.

If he doesn't surrender,
sh**t him.

That goes way beyond
gorilla, doesn't it?

Definitely
beyond gorilla.

I need to see
the artifacts.

Sir, you should relieve
him of his command.

I'm not ready
for the last order

on his service record
to read,

"Relieved of duty by the
Secretary General of the UEO."

Shouldn't you be
dealing with Ortiz?

Yes, sir.

You could order Bridger
down temporarily,

and it wouldn't become a
part of his permanent record.

I don't have a reason.

You have
suspicious behavior.

I need to see the helmet.

Lucas, will you show us
to the ward room?

Yeah.

You have to decide what
is best for your boat, Doctor.

Who is it?

Wendy Smith.

Go away, Doctor.

I can't do that,
Commander.

Thanks.

I'm relieving myself of duty and
requesting a psychiatric evaluation.

I suppose you have to
sign off on that.

You don't need
an evaluation.

I'm seeing ghosts.

Spirits.

More than one?
No.

And one fire.

Well, the fire might be a traumatic
experience from the spirit's life.

Don't assume
you're going crazy.

Do you believe
in the soul?

That the essence
of who you are

can exist independent
of your physical self?

Yes.

Then isn't it possible, if the soul is
tormented by something unfinished,

that a part of it might
cling to the physical world

until whatever's unfinished
is resolved?

For , years?

Well, you can't
put a clock on eternity.

Why am I the only one
who sees it?

Maybe you're the only one
that needs to.

I don't know.

What I do know is

that seaQuest needs you to
be in control of your faculties.

Well, how can I be in
control of my faculties

when I'm seeing things
that nobody else sees?

I hear things
no one else hears.

I live with it,
I even use it.

If you accept a reality
unique to yourself,

and you keep it
in its place,

you can run seaQuest.

This is incredible.

A psychiatrist is telling me
that it's okay to stay on duty,

as long as you keep your
imaginary friend in his place.

I'm telling you
we have bigger problems.

Bridger and Ortiz are
lashing out at everyone.

How long before I start
lashing out, Doctor?

It may be just
a matter of time.

Whatever's affecting them
is not affecting you.

They're consumed
by their problems.

You're completely aware of
yours, but you're dealing with it.

You have the capacity
to run seaQuest.

Captain Bridger doesn't.

McGath is aboard.

Oh.

Oh, what?

I think you're
afraid to lead.

I'm not afraid to lead.

Then do it.

Weapons, when was
your last diagnostic?

Don't look at the screen.

You're supposed to know it.

Change places
with Navigation.

But, sir, I...

But what?

Take Weapons.

This is a last-man bridge.

That means that the
last man on the Bridge

should be able to
captain the boat.

Well, Piccolo.

You take Communications.

Platform positions,
one seat to the left.

Move.

Move!

Oh, now, come on.

What's it gonna be, seaman?

Is it gonna be
the chair or the brig?

You see, the trouble with you
people is that you operate solely

out of the tiny sphere
of your own expertise

without any regard for the
functions of the rest of the boat.

Well, this boat is a
living, breathing organism,

and it stretches out
a thousand feet behind us.

And how we inhabit that
organism depends solely

on how you use your facilities
to work all of its systems.

I gave you
a direct order.

No, Tony, no.

Per UEO
Naval Article Eighteen,

I am relieving you
of command.

The hell you are!
Grab him!

All right,
come on, Captain.

Let's take him down to Med-Bay.

Come on.

Henderson, take the column.

Come on, Captain,
take it easy.

Not now.

Get him in,
watch his head.

There was nothing
on the scan, was there?

There's nothing
wrong with me.

No.

I've got a headache.

Apparently that's enough to
humiliate me in front of my crew.

Calm down, Nathan.

Calm down?

And you stood there,
watching.

And you, you were the
Kn*fe, twisting, twisting.

You're not yourself.

Whose self am I?

His?

He's hallucinating.

All of this is going
into my report.

All of you mutinous weasels
are going into my report.

Now, you let me out
of here, you hear me?

You let me out,
you let me out!

Sorry, Nathan.

You don't know that this hieroglyph says rain.

For all you know,
it says strudel.

You think this says,
"Five days of strudel"?

I don't if it says
five days rain or strudel.

Yes, you do.

I do not.

Why are denying it?

Gentlemen.

I want this helmet
taken to an institute

where an objective academic
researcher can examine it.

I'm objective.

You're trying to prove
Atlantis existed.

That's not objective,
that's foolish.

Frobe, is this helmet
not authentic?

From Babylon or perhaps
Greece, but not Atlantis.

That's where it says
it's from.

You made it say that.

If I wanted, I could make
it say it's from Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh or Babylon, how
did it end up where we found it?

Yes. Where did you find it?

Captain Bridger secured
those coordinates.

I want it off the ship.

Commander?

Mr. Secretary?

Professor Ernst,

you have a very
impressive résumé,

but you've debunked every academic
theory on the existence of Atlantis.

Last year,
you had a scholar

who disagreed with you
removed from school.

An Assistant
Professor Obatu.

Now, isn't it just as
biased to say things aren't

as to say they are if you
don't have proof either way?

In academic research,
things aren't till they are.

Who is this?

Why am I arguing with a child?

This is Lucas Wolenczak.

He's a member of
the seaQuest science staff.

Oh.

What are your credentials?

Oh, magna cum laude,

Applied Science of Artificial
Intelligence, Stanford.

Lucas.

Professor Obatu?

Yeah.

Born in Kenya, degrees in
Mediterranean and Mid-eastern history.

Published several plausible
theories on the existence of Atlantis.

One of which prompted
his dismissal from Oxford.

Put it on the vid-screen.

The helmet stays.

Tim, stop
what you're doing.

We've got to get
Obatu on board.

Yes, sir.

Stop!

Come on!

Drop the sword, Miguel.

Professor Obatu.

Mr. Secretary.

Obatu.

Commander Jonathan Ford.

You have proof,
don't you?

Yes.

These are the alphabets
from Mayan to Phoenician...

Carthage.

They're
a thousand years old,

totally different
civilizations,

and yet
they're so similar.

Now, how can that be?

They were taught to write
by the same scholars.

Will you call up the globe?

Yeah.

Stop.

Mayans flourished
in BC here.

Thousands of miles
of forbidding ocean

separates them from the
ancient Mediterranean cultures.

How could they share
similar written languages

unless there was a land
that brought them together?

Here, the continent
of Atlantis.

Isn't that so,
Dr. Ernst?

I'm Tim O'Neill.

That's Lucas Wolenczak.

And this is as far as I've
gotten on the translation.

Excellent work.

Thank you.

My sword.

"Once Atlantis
ruled the earth.

"Now she's gone.

"Food and water are gone.

”There is not enough cloth
to protect my king, my father.

"I gave him my battlements
for the next world.

"I will not live
to pass them on."

I believe
it was the custom

to pass the battlements of w*r
from one generation to another.

When he thought
he would die

and not have children to
pass the helmet and sword to,

the warrior buried
his father in it.

But he survived,
had children,

but couldn't continue the
ritual of the family legacy,

so it's tortured
his spirit ever since.

Until now.

This is the land you found.

You shouldn't...

The journey is complete.

The story of Atlantis
was passed down

through generations
of my family.

You should be careful
with the helmet.

Our sensor chief and captain
put it on and hurt themselves badly.

They both wore the helmet?

Yes.

Then they will
very likely die.

Med-Bay, give me a status
report on Bridger and Ortiz.

I need an E-vac, stat.

Ortiz is in
coronary seizure.

Clear!

Bridge, all channels!

Scramble the nearest
naval E-vac

for priority
medical emergency.

O'Neill, take the column.

Hang in there, Miguel.

Hang in there.

I don't know
if he'll last an hour.

Well, that's the best
ETA on any E-vac.

How can that be?

We're right off the coast
of North Carolina.

We're in the middle
of the Atlantic.

I turned the boat around after
relieving the Captain of duty.

What's wrong with them?

Well, they both
wore the helmet.

I examined it.

What's there is the residue
of mummification chemicals.

I mean, that has
to be the cause,

but I can't identify
any toxins.

Other than that,
the helmet's pure gold.

In ancient cultures, a gold helmet
would have had healing qualities.

It does.

It also has a curse.

O'Neill, was there anything
written on the helmet

about breaking a curse?

No, but I haven't
finished the translation yet.

Mag-Lev engaged.

Be seated to avoid injury.

I need to leave on the
Secretary General's shuttle.

I'm Dr. Ernst.

It's an emergency
and it's classified.

I'm security cleared
and I need to leave.

Yes, sir.

Where's the helmet?

I didn't...
I didn't take it.

Where is Ernst?

Come on.

We're ready, sir.

Loading Area B

must be cleared
by hours.

Loading Area B
must be cleared...

Security, take this man
to the brig.

Security to Launch Bay.

Here.

Well?

I don't know.

Professor Obatu?

It's a cure
we cannot have.

Why can't we have it?

"A pure heart
passing through Atlantis

"and resisting its treasures
will resist the curse."

What does that mean?

It means to survive

they have to go to Atlantis
and defy the temptations to steal.

Oh, boy.

Well, they can't do that
now, can they?

Atlantis doesn't
exist anymore.

Only in my mind.

How does it exist
in your mind?

Academic studies, family stories
handed down through generations,

genetic imprint
of my ancestors.

I have a very clear
picture of Atlantis.

Show it to me.
Pardon me?

Show it to me.

I'm telepathic.
I can read minds.

I've never spoken
to them before,

but maybe I can be
a conduit for your vision.

Will they see
they're being tested?

If they do, the curse
won't be lifted.

Well, they'll only see what
you choose them to see.

Ready?

Excuse me.

Who are you?

And why are you so happy?

I want to thank you for
supporting my keeping this.

Well, it's your
inheritance, isn't it?

Your ancestor's spirit
waited a long time

for it to find
its rightful home.

Yes. But my
ancestral rights

don't mean much
to the governments.

Well, one helmet,
more or less,

isn't going to
change the world.

What they really want
to find is Atlantis.

I don't think my ancestor got
around to carving the directions.

I'd like to speak to the
professor alone, if I may.

Yes, sir.

Are you feeling
all right?

I'm fine,
thanks to you.

Okay, good.

My thanks to you,
too, Doctor.

No.

Yes.

If only for a moment,
I touched my homeland.

You did that for me.

Well, the journey
was thanks enough.

Keep in touch.

Commander.

You are the warrior here.

I suspect your roots
might run to Atlantis, too.

I can't.

You can.

Can you believe this?

No, I can't believe this.

How important is it
for you to find Atlantis?

For me? In my heart,
it's everything.

On the helmet,

is there any indication of
season or location for Atlantis?

Well, yes.

I think it's
the summer solstice.

See here, "The sash guides
me on the longest day."

It may have just been the
longest day of the journey.

I know where Atlantis is.

This is a celestial chart.
I want you to have it.

Thank you.

I want you to
have this, too.

A sailor uses a sextant
to charter a course

by plotting the stars,

and your ancestor was
a hell of a sailor.

There was something about
the helmet that was bothering me,

and I didn't see it till I
was lying down over there.

The hole, Professor,
the heavens.

Constellations, stars,

as seen from some time
around June, BC.

Now, the sash must
be Orion's belt.

I figure if you learn
to use that sexton,

you can follow your
ancestors all the way home.

Hi, I'm Don Franklin,

and behind me is one of the
ocean's most magnificent animals,

the Pseudorca,
or the false k*ller whale.

Pseudorcas have sleek, black skin
and long, torpedo-shaped bodies.

Their primary diet consists
of large fish, like cod and tuna.

When fully grown, Pseudorcas
average feet in length,

and weigh nearly
, pounds.

Flourishing in temperate
waters worldwide,

their exact numbers
are unknown.

With time, hopefully
we'll know more

about these
magnificent animals.

See you on the next
adventure of seaQuest.