Technically speaking, I'm an alien.
And from the perspective of immigration, an illegal one.
My parents met at the university in Saint Petersburg
where he taught astrophysics
and she taught applied mathematics.
My mother fell in love with him when she found him almost frozen to death
on the bank of the Neva, staring at the stars.
Tonight, the sky is completely full of miracles.
My mother won't talk much about that time.
But my aunt Nino told me about my father.
His name was Maximilian Jones and he was the son of an English diplomat
who always saw the best in people.
I often wonder if what happened to my mother and father
changed me from someone who might have seen the best in people
to someone who always expects the worst.
How's my Jupiter?
Not a planet. The planet.
The biggest and most beautiful planet in our solar system.
She is our Jupiter.
Over my dead body we will name her "Jupiter. "
Soon you will discover
that your mother can be extraordinarily unreasonable at times.
But fortunately for us,
she remains susceptible to your father's particular...
不 不 不 别拿走我的望远镜 求你了
No, oh, no, oh, no!No, not the telescope, please!
Don't take the telescope, please!
In her grief, my mother pushed everyone except her sister out of her life.
Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic,
she pushed me out too.
I was born without a country. Without a home.
Without a father.
But I was born in the house of Leo...
with Jupiter rising at twenty-three degrees ascendant.
According to my aunt,
this is supposed to mean that I am destined for great things
and that I will find the one true love of my life.
-You finish the bathroom yet? -Not yet.
-We still have another house tonight. -I'll be fast.
Problem with astrology?
What was the name of this planet?
Zalintyre, I think.
Have you ever seen a harvest?
哦 不 没有
Oh, no. Never!
But I've heard they feel no pain.
It's all quite humane, from what I've been told.
Well, there are marshals and administrators
to make sure everything's done according to code, but still...
It can be rather... affecting.
Now you sound like Mother.
Most of them were miserable in their lives
and what we do for them is a mercy.
Balem, thank you for responding.
We were just admiring this ledger from your latest success.
Well done, brother.
The house of Abrasax continues to thrive,
despite the squandering of your inheritance, brother.
I must say, you're looking a little worse for wear.
Could it be success does not agree with you?
And you look so well.
Could it be that failure agrees with you?
You may have inherited Mother's head for business, but I inherited her heart.
And what does that leave me?
-Her beauty. -Liar.
-Her humor. -Her unluckiness in love?
Her fetish for wrinkles.
Well, if this is to be another of your eulogies, Titus,
I have more important matters to attend.
It was her birthday recently.
You know I get sentimental.
I was going through Mother's old sheave-work
and I came across a description of a planet
she claimed was the most rare and beautiful estate she ever owned.
-I believe she named it... -Earth.
地球 好像是在你继承的遗产之内对吧 哥哥
earth. It was part of your inheritance, wasn't it, brother?
I was quite moved by her description and I was wondering
if there was any chance you might be willing to part with it.
Titus, didn't you bother to look at the sheaves?
That planet is worth more than all of your estates combined.
I had no idea.
Jupiter, get up!
朱庇特 去煮咖啡 快点
Jupiter, make the coffee. Come on.
I hate my life.
Jupiter, hurry up!
That one goes next to that one.
Jupiter! Get the garbage after this.
-You finish the bathroom? -No.
I hate my life.
And ex-legion. He was a skyjacker.
-How do you know that? -The boots.
There was a Hunter in the legion. A legend.
Could track a single gene in the gyre.
No matter who or what he is... he's after our bounty.
That's him. It's got to be.
We should warn Lord Balem.
That is what we should do, but...
Do you trust me?
This matter must be handled with delicacy, malidictes.
I understand, lady Kalique.
Neither Balem nor Titus must suspect my involvement.
Of course, Your Majesty.
You believe The Hunters can be trusted?
Trust is an illusion, my lady.
I believe only in mutual self-interest.
They want another life. We can offer it.
Make the deal.
Welcome back, Lord Balem.
It has been too long.
I have not crossed the vastness of space for your pleasantries, Mr. Night.