Andromeda

Season 1 Episode 5

Double Helix

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Aired Unknown Oct 30, 2000 on Syfy
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After Dylan saves a ship about to be destroyed by the Nietzscheans, the Nietzscheans try to persuade Tyr to join them.

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  • A wonderfully written episode that manages both to explore Tyr's character and to set the pieces for future plot develompents.

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    One of Matt Kiene and Joe Reinkemeyer best episodes, if not the absolutely best one. Tyr's character (and the Nietzschean mindset) is more deeply explored to wonderful effect, and the plot simply crackles with energy, twist after twist.



    The plotlines that start in this episode continue well into the future with a series of repercussions, which makes this episode a pivotal one.



    Also, Tyr's deceptions and Dylan's attempts to stay ahead of him form a pattern that is repeated a number of times in the future, but never to such a suberb effect as in this episode.moreless
Paul Johansson

Paul Johansson

Guderian

Guest Star

Dylan Bierk

Dylan Bierk

Freya

Guest Star

Marion Eisman

Marion Eisman

Olma

Guest Star

Steve Bacic

Steve Bacic

Gaheris Rhade

Recurring Role

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  • TRIVIA (1)

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    • Beka: On the bright side, we've sent the Nietzscheans our well-known ambassador of friendship, Tyr.

    • Guderian: (when Dylan threatens to blow up Andromeda rather than surrender her) You're bluffing!
      Rommie: (continuing the countdown) Two minutes, thirty seconds.
      Dylan: Anyway, destroying the ship may be a little extreme, but it's the only back-up plan I've got. How 'bout you? (Guderian says nothing) None? Huh. You know, that's too bad. Tyr, call me crazy, but I'm betting you've got a back-up plan.
      Tyr: Always. (he takes out a device and blows up the Nietzschean plasma cannon)

    • Harper: (when Tyr's plan to stop the Nietzscheans includes blinding Andromeda's sensors) Don't tell me you're considering this! We may as well poke out our own eyes with knitting needles, or just ram our heads...
      Dylan: (interrupting) Thank you for your input, Mr Harper.

    • Dylan: I'm sorry your decision cost you the status of husband and father.
      Tyr: It was part of the plan. I was always on your side.
      Dylan: If it had been necessary, you would have killed me. You played your options right to the end. Guderian was set to kill me.
      Tyr: I wasn't on Guderian's side.
      Dylan: Of course not. You'd never serve Guderian. You'd have turned and killed him, sent for Freya, and used the Andromeda to found your own Pride.
      Tyr: Really?
      Dylan: Isn't that what's best for Tyr?
      Tyr: I'm proud of you.
      Dylan: Why?
      Tyr: You're thinking like a Nietzschean.
      Dylan: If I were thinking like a Nietzschean, I'd kill you.
      Tyr: Why don't you?
      Dylan: Because my mission is to restore civilization. And if I can't persuade you, a member of my own crew, how can I win over the rest of the galaxy?
      Tyr: Just when I thought you'd controlled your blind idealism, you say something like that. So. Are you endeavouring to trust me, then?
      Dylan: I trust Tyr...to be Tyr.

    • Harper: Why didn't they kill ya? I mean, not that I'm not glad to see you or anything.
      Tyr: I got them to accept me into their Pride.
      Harper: Hey, aren't we the smooth talker. So, uh, any chance they'll negotiate?
      Tyr: None. The Than fleet is two days away, and the only way Orca Pride can defeat them is by using the Andromeda. And they think I'm going to help deliver it to them.
      (Harper stops walking, immediately suspicious)
      Harper: Ummmmm. I hate to ask, but...
      Tyr: ...Am I? (He growls menacingly, then half-lunges at Harper, who starts to run away. Tyr laughs) Come on, boy. Let's go have a look at this. (He holds up a data chip, continuing to laugh as he walks away. Harper follows)
      Harper: Funny guy.

    • Rev: You called?
      Dylan: People in your faith, do they practice confession?
      Rev: If they like. Why?
      Dylan: I have something to confess. I'm here to make peace with the Nietzscheans, but inside me, I want to kill every single one of them. Because of him. (He tosses the flexi onto his desk for Rev to see) Gaheris Rhade.
      Rev: The first officer of your ship.
      Dylan: More than that. My friend. He was supposed to be the best man at my wedding. And then he betrayed me. Because I trusted him, the Nietzschean invasion got past my ship and the Commonwealth was destroyed. I lost my crew, my family, my friends... my fiancee. I lost the time and age I belonged to, Rev. Hell, I lost civilization itself!
      Rev: And now you're wondering, is it worth reaching out to Nietzscheans?
      Dylan: They're genetically engineered to be paranoid and selfish and treacherous. Am I right to be prejudiced?
      Rev: As a Magog, my own genes predispose me to slaughter indiscriminately, eat my victims, lay eggs in the paralyzed bodies of sentient beings. I think if you were truly prejudiced, you would have shot me on sight.
      Dylan: It's not the same. You're a Wayist. You're the most peaceful person I know.
      Rev: Ahhhh. Then in each species, no matter how horrible, there's room for improvement. You don't have to forget. You don't even have to forgive. But you must look for the good in the beings you encounter. Otherwise, your restored Commonwealth will be founded on distrust, and it will be over before it even begins.

    • Freya: My great-great-grandfather Bolivar was also an Alpha. As was his father's father, all the way back to Saladin.
      Tyr: Saladin? Saladin Cree?
      Freya: Founder of my line. Olma says that my offspring can't help but be Alphas. And what about your Pride, the Kodiak?
      Tyr: My lineage was also proud. The Kodiak were entrusted with the remains of the original Progenitor.
      Freya: You've actually seen the body of Drago Museveni?
      Tyr: As a child. His mummified remains were enshrined in our fasthold. Nietzscheans from all over the known worlds would make pilgrimages to see it. We lived under a permanent truce, and our allies guaranteed our safety. Until the Drago-Kasov Pride claimed they were the Progenitor's rightful keepers. We fought so very fiercely. Foolishly, we thought our allies would protect us, but on the day of battle, the other Prides abandoned us. Those of the Kodiak that weren't killed were displaced - exiled. I saw my mother... (He pauses, fighting back emotions)... she was slow. I became a mercenary, and I gave up looking for a home.

    • Olma: Mmmmmm... strapping. Strong shoulders. And your calf muscles - very impressive. You might be a good addition to our Pride.
      Guderian: Muscles aren't everything.
      Olma: True. (To Tyr) So, why don't you release Dimitri and tell me your lineage. (Tyr pauses, considering) What's the matter? Genes inferior? Let him go and talk to me.
      Tyr: Talk, perhaps. Let him go? I don't think so.
      Olma: Very promising. But I still need to know what Pride you're from.
      Tyr: I am Kodiak. (laughter and disbelief is shown by the gathered Nietzscheans)
      Dimitri: Kodiak? That Pride was destroyed 20 years ago.
      Tyr: Destroyed, yes. Betrayed by our allies - allies including Orca Pride, if memory serves me. Kodiak is gone, but I survive. And I am Tyr Anasazi. Out of Victoria by Barbarossa!
      Freya: Barbarossa, son of Hannibal, or Barbarossa, son of Temujin?
      Tyr: (smiling with pride) Temujin.
      Olma: He has good lineage. I approve. If Freya wants him, I have no objections.
      Tyr: Assuming I accept.

    • Guderian: I'm Guderian, Alpha of the Orca Pride. Identify yourself.
      Dylan: This is Captain Dylan Hunt of the starship Andromeda Ascendant.
      Guderian: Are you allied with the bugs?
      Dylan: No, I represent the Systems Commonwealth.
      Guderian: (laughing) The Commonwealth? Why not the Confederate States of America? Or the Lost Knights of Teutonia 6?

    • Harper: You're welcome. (He arrives, sliding down a nearby ladder)
      Rommie: For what?
      Harper: The lips. I, uh, spent a lot of time getting those just the right shape - right texture.
      Rommie: Hmmmm. How very thoughtful of you.
      Harper: What? You don't like 'em?
      Rommie: No. No, I do. They're very...lip-like.
      Harper: Then why the look? Which, by the way, rememember, I programmed into your facial vectors to express displeasure.
      Rommie: I can't help but notice that you engineered my humanoid form with certain...features...that, strictly speaking, aren't necessary for my normal operations.
      Harper: Uhhhhh...
      Rommie: I guess I'm wondering, Harper. When you made this body, who did you do it for?
      Harper: Ah, wh-uh, well - for you, Rommie. Absolutely! For... (Rommie crosses her arms & looks skeptical, not buying it) OK, I know that look, too. It means 'Harper, you're full of it.' Uhhhh, technically...for both of us?
      Rommie: (still not convinced) Oh, really?
      Harper: OK, Rommie, you're taking this all wrong. I mean, for you...uh...because I wanted you to feel the full advantages of being a human woman. You deserve it. And, for me...in the capacity of an engineer who prides himself on perfectionism. I just wanted everything to be just right.
      Rommie: So. When you handled certain parts of me, did you wear gloves?

    • Rhade: Your move, captain. Careful. Ten moves until I win.
      Dylan: Do you have to do that? It's incredibly annoying.
      Rhade: I just thought you deserved fair warning.
      Dylan: Uh-huh. (He imitates Rhade) Ten moves until I win. (In normal voice) I've been playing Go with you for three years, now. Why do you still treat winning like it's a matter of life and death?
      Rhade: Because it is. You don't really understand Nietzscheans, do you?
      Dylan: Enlighten me.
      Rhade: To lose is to be proven inferior. If I'm inferior, my genes are suspect, and no Nietzschean female will choose me. If no Nietzschean females will choose me, I can't reproduce. Then, when I die, my genes die. But if I win, that indicates my genes must be good. I get chosen by more females. And the more I get chosen, the more I pass on my genes. The more my genes get passed on, the more of me lives, eternally. To a Nietzschean, a game is never just a game.
      Dylan: That's a pretty cold way to look at life.
      Rhade: Truth is cold.
      Dylan: Maybe, but if you ask me, you're missing out on a lot.
      Rhade: Like what?
      Dylan: Like love.
      Rhade: Oh. We have love.
      Dylan: I'm not talking about being nice to others. I'm talking about what I feel for Sarah. Love, Rhade. It's...it's like magic.
      Rhade: There is no magic, just science you don't understand. You may feel intensely attracted to your fiancee. You may feel pleasure when you breed, but this isn't magic. Your DNA has evolved this way so you'll reproduce. Nietzscheans know this explicitly. That is why the most important thing a Nietzschean female can give her chosen male is the double helix. It represents the male and female's DNA, now bound together by metal. It confers the most honored titles a Nietzschean male can hold - husband and father. You see, it's not that we don't love, it's better. Because everything we do furthers our reproduction. Everything in our lives is an intense, sexually charged negotiation.
      Dylan: All right, I think we've just reached the, uh, too much information stage.
      (As he says this, Dylan leans back, covering his eyes for a moment. Rhade takes advantage of the moment to grab a game-piece off of the board.)
      Rhade: Your move.
      (Dylan considers the board)
      Dylan: What happened to my 5D4?
      Rhade: You had no piece there.
      Dylan: Yes. I did. Unless you cheated.
      Rhade: What do you mean? It's only cheating if you get caught.
      Dylan: Rhade!
      Rhade: I tried to warn you!
      Dylan: Three years we've been playing this game. Have you always been cheating?
      Rhade: Haven't you?
      Dylan: Why would I cheat?
      Rhade: The same reason I do. So that you can win.

    • Machiavelli's ideas are basically sound ones for the Nietzschean People. Unfortunately, he was an optimist.

      Cerebus Khmer, Aphorisms, CCY 8969.

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