Deep Six (2018) - full transcript

Cut off from home and facing an impossible mission against mounting odds, "Deep Six" is a hyper-realistic live-action portrayal of a deep space forward operating base at a pivotal moment for humankind 250 years in our future.

(tense music)

- Base do you copy?

Base, mayday!

I have no power!

I'm cycling,
the breaker is gone.

Damn you!

Oh my God.
Oh!

(breathing heavily)

Eject, eject!

(tense music)

(coughing)



(gasping)

(grunting)

(tense music)

(coughing)

(breathing heavily)

Brains!

(tense music)

We were the first
astronauts into deep space.

A crew of military and scientists

sent to explore microbial life
on a distant ice planet.

We came using the Terminal,

a transportation system
that reduced

a 10,000 year journey
to just months.

It was incredible.



And dangerous,

because it was our only
connection to Earth.

- [Siege] Did you see that?

- Siege, say again,
I didn't copy you.

- [Siege] I have radar contact.

Your frame:
fourteen down, five-oh.

- Charlie, do you see
what she's on about?

- [Charlie] Sorry
dude, nothing on radar.

- Dammit Siege.

Well I'll be damned.

- [Charlie] I'm still not
getting any readings here.

- Siege, tally your
visual on your bogey.

- Copy.

- Maybe a comet fragment
scattering the radar?

Charlie, update on the capsule?

- [Charlie] Capsule's
arriving in 12 seconds.

- Looks like the bogey will
stay out of the arrival zone.

- [Siege] Duke, we have to leave.
- Say again.

- We have to get out of here.

- What are you talking about?

(grunting)

(booming)
(crackling)

What the hell was that?

Charlie, what happened?

Charlie?

Siege, do you copy?

Base, do you copy?

- [Senna] Siege is not responsive,
but her ship

is outside the debris zone.

We have a visual on Duke.

Athea and I
are on route to his position.

- Athea, return to base now.

- John, the capsule exploded.

If Duke lost power, that means
he can't outrun the debris.

I can flip him around and use
his engines as a shield.

- Leave him, you
don't have the fuel.

- Then come and get
me when I'm done.

Senna, cut base comm.

- [Senna] Roger.

- Did she just cut us off?

- ETA on that debris.

- [Senna] Ninety seconds.

- We have to save time by coming
in fast and stopping hard.

Authorize remove safety.
- [Senna] Authorized.

- Replot with
ninety D-cell new arrival.

- [Senna] 40 seconds.

But it's gonna hurt, Athea.

- Execute.

- [Senna] OMS burn for
pitch-down maneuver

in three, two, one.
(grunts)

(tense music)

Pitch over complete.

Main deceleration burn,
in three, two, one.

(grunting)

Rendezvous is imminent.

Brace for impact.

- Okay, Senna, I have control.

- [Senna] Copy.

(tense music)

- Careful.

Come on.

(grunts)

Are we okay?

- [Senna] I think so.

I'm trying to
contact Duke's ship.

There's no power.

Backup systems have failed.

- Oh my God.

Put your helmet on.

- [Duke] I was attacked.

- [Athea] What?

- [Duke] I was...

- Oh my God.

Duke.

(he groans)
- Duke!

- [Duke] Shit.

(tense music)

- No!
(gasping)

Oh God.

(tense music)

- [Man On PA] All medical personnel to
muster station Alpha.

Now receiving out of
hangar bays one and two.

- Siege!

Hey, you okay?

Hey, hey.
Wow, you are not okay.

You barfed
all over the hangar.

- Sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay.

Just, okay here, come
with me, come on.

Up we go, yep.
There you go.

- [Man On PA] All personnel
to muster station Alpha.

Now receiving out of
hangar bays one and two.

- Down you go.

Hey, hey, what happened to you?

- I'm fine, where's Duke?

- [Man On PA] All clear.

- Athea?

- She's okay.

She's insane, actually.

She took her ship
into the debris field.

She flipped Duke's
ship dicks over dongers

and she used his
engine as a shield.

It actually coulda worked, but--

- Someone should
go check on her.

- Okay, alright.

Stay here, okay?

(tense music)

(knocking)
- Athea.

- Gimme a fucking second.

With all due respect sir,
I can't sign that.

- It's just a reprimand.

- I had to try and save him.

- You didn't.

Athea.

Duke's death was an accident.

Yours would have been a mistake.

- An accident?
- That's right.

- I was out there and I
have no idea what that was.

We've been here 11 months.

No issues receiving
capsules and suddenly,

all hell breaks loose?

And Duke, he tried to
signal me something.

- I read your report.

Eddie is on it.

It is no longer your concern.

- We have to ground the fleet
until we know what happened.

- I am not grounding the fleet.

- We just lost our
Wing Commander.

- We should have
left five months ago.

Because Eddie extended
our mission here,

we have run out of food
and if the transport

terminal is damaged, we can't
receive the next capsule

or go home.

It is our lifeline

and everybody flies
until it gets repaired--

- Sir, we have to--
- Unless you wanna die here.

So, I need to know,

can you take an order
whether you like it or not?

- By the way, if the
Terminal really is screwed,

you might wanna ration that.

- Athea.

- Yes, sir.

- I was in the Round Room
having a toast with the pilots.

We watched the
explosion from there.

They're waiting on word of
their new Wing Commander.

(tense music)

Congratulations.

- [Base] Nemain, we read you
on good approach to the Terminal.

Hold at waypoint one while we
do a final check on Tau Ceti

for any stellar activity.

- [Bobbi] Hey, quick question.

Did you take your boots
off, 'cause it kinda

smells like death in here.

- My feet get hot.
- [Bobbi] Yeah.

- Please don't be blown to shit.

- Hey, don't worry about it.

We're the dream team.

Nothing you can't fly,
nothing I can't fix.

- [Base] Checking
weather reports now.

Nemain you're a go for
survey pass and Bobbi,

you're a go for EVA, good luck.

- Copy that.

(tense music)

- Turn on the port light.

(tense music)

- Base, we're coming under
the blast shield now.

Missing two fuel cells
and there's major damage

to the Terminal's attitude
and thrust control module.

- [Base] Copy that.

There's a lot of interference
on the video feed.

For now, carry on with
a verbal description

of what you see.

- That's the thing, Base,
there's not much to see.

- [Nemain] You can fix anything,
right Bobbi?

- [Bobbi] I can't fix this.

- There goes our ticket home.

(tense music)

- Oh, Jesus.

Siege, what are you doing here?

- I heard what you did for Duke.

- It was nothing.

- [Siege] Athea?
- [Athea] Yeah?

- Did you see anything?

- No, but you said
you felt something.

I read the transcript.

You could have bought
Duke some valuable time

if you'd been
a little more clear headed.

It's not you being the youngest
or the least experienced that concerns me.

It's when you don't acknowledge
that you need a break

that you put others at risk.

Do you understand?

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry, just...

Get some sleep.

Oh.

(groans)

I told you to put your
fucking helmet on!

(tense music)

(chattering)

- I need to get another drink.

- Wait, we forgot to
toast Duke's plane.

- Oh, lemme do it.

- [Bobbi] Having a good day?

- Hello kids.

Probably not a good sign
if you're reading this.

I'm not, ah,
good with words, but...

I believe in the
challenge to explore

and make the unknown known.

It's why we're here.

Don't be embarrassed
to cry over me.

I was a big deal.

And we all know

space is hard.

- [All] Space is hard.

Space is hard, space is hard.

- The gravitational
waveprint seems nominal.

There's nothing there
to suggest a problem.

- [Delphi] I agree.

We must widen our search for
the cause of the explosion.

Perhaps I can start
with the AI from Duke's ship.

- We'll have it
tomorrow morning.

- [Delphi] Furthermore,
Julianne should conduct

an autopsy on Duke looking
for any trace debris

from the capsule that may have
lodged itself in his skull.

- Excellent idea.
Thank you, Delphi.

- [Delphi] My pleasure, Eddie.

I'll have new ideas
for you in the morning.

We'll reconvene then.

- Goodnight, Delphi.

- [Delphi] Eddie, may
I ask you a question

on a more sensitive topic?

- Yes.

- [Delphi]
My analysis has raised concerns

about matters
classified above my level of access.

- About the Terminal?

- [Delphi] Yes.

And it's possible connection
to your work on Siku.

(hatch closes)

(sighs)

(knocking)

- J-just a minute.

(sighs)

This better be life or death.

- It's death.

Siku's deep habitat
should be blooming,

but in the 20 years we've
been able to study it,

there's been a
decline in diversity.

- Yes, I'm aware of the decline.

- Yes, but any downward trend
on such a small time scale

could only be described
as mass extinction.

Why?

- With all due respect, Eddie,

I have a big day
tomorrow trying to avoid

our own mass extinction,
so if these bugs

are still living, maybe
you could put it in a memo.

- [Eddie] I discovered the cause

behind extinction
of life on Siku.

- [John] I swear to God, Eddie.
You've got five minutes.

Keep it short.

- Do you remember
when we met?

You were giving a speech
to fast-track development

of the Terminal to top priority.

- And it worked.
- Of course it worked.

Your brother ran the committee.

Earth.

Siku.

The Terminal.

Every time a capsule
arrives at the terminal

there is an instant
ejection of mass

and energy into our space.

This creates waves

in our space-time,

like a rock being
thrown at a pond.

They pass through the
moon, the planets--

- The capsules are
too small to cause

any large scale effects.

- The one that brought the
machines to build the terminal,

that was enormous.

It wasn't just a splash,
it was a tsunami...

a tidal wave that swept
through the entire system.

It would have had
effects on the planet.

Something underneath the
ice that we couldn't see,

but enough to change
ocean temperatures,

enough to cause the
ongoing extinction.

- You came up with this?

- Delphi and myself.

Oh, fuck.

- I'm having a bad day, Eddie.

- I'm sorry.

- This goes no further than you and I
until we get home.

- No.

This is my call to make.

(screaming)
- Ah, God.

- Are you okay?

- Did I wake you?

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean I think you woke
everyone on Earth, too.

Hey, you okay?

Sounded like you were
being bloody murdered in your bed.

- [Man On PA] Captain Hershel,
please report to operations.

- Hey, Ant.
Brought you some coffee.

- Oh thanks, just
watch your step there, yeah.

- Oh, sorry.
- That's okay.

- So, these are
pieces of the capsule.

- Pulled from
Duke and Athea's ships.

Hopefully we can, ah,
give Eddie a bit of a head start

in figuring out what happened.

- Anything I can do to help?

- You know what?
I think we're good, actually.

But thanks.

- Sure.

Ant?

I just need something
to keep busy.

- Okay, sure.

Ah, here, put these gloves on
and you can start pulling

the AI out of ADM.

What'd I just step on?

(hissing)
(tense music)

- [Paris] Yo, on your left.

- Hey, Carl.
Morning, morning.

- Oh, Nemain, you're all sweaty.
- It's not sweat.

I'm leaking your bloody moonshine
out of my beautiful pores.

- Gross.

- I think I overdid
it last night.

I should quit drinking.

- [Carl] Well,
shouldn't be too hard.

We'll be out of liquor
by the end of the week.

- [Nemain] You're shitting me.

- [Carl] I shit you not.

- So, what's the
supply situation?

I mean, did we lose
everything from the capsule?

- Classified.
- It's that bad?

- You don't have to start drinking
your own piss yet, but...

- Save a jar?

- Oh.

No, Ant is busy combing
through the wreckage,

trying to find pieces
of the capsule and, well,

I'm taking Duke's AI
to Eddie so she can

figure out what
the hell happened.

- She will.
- Yeah.

So, what's our
chocolate situation?

- Oh my God, it is depressing.

- Carl.
- But, I did manage to...

save some dark for ya.

- Oh...
- As long as you still have wheat to trade.

You're an angel.

- I know.

- Whoop.
- Oop.

- Morning, Nemain, Carl.

- Sam, Paris.

My God, he's fast.

(thudding)
(grunting)

- Jesus, Hamrond.
Looks like the bag's winning.

Why don't you
take a break, huh?

- He's got it.

- No worries.

- Thanks, Hamrond.

- I don't even know why
they make these nerds do PT.

- We're all nerds here,
remember?

- Hey look, I wanted to
talk to you about Duke.

- Later.
- Look, just keep punching. I'll talk.

You're Commander now,
so... Squad Leader's open.

- You're unbelievable.

- Hear me out,
just hear me out, okay?

Look, you can switch us
from patrols to

babysitting repairs
until next week.

I know Nemain's next
in line on paper

and she's a hell of a pilot.

I can handle EVAs.

It only makes sense.

Listen, wait, wait, wait.

Look, this could
be good, for us.

(thudding)

- Any repeated distressing
memories or dreams?

- Nope.

- You're having
migraines in flight.

Antony mentioned you were
sick in the hangar bay.

PTSD can be aggravated
by your SPS.

- You're gonna run out of letters
to describe me.

- Well, you
just can't ignore it.

You have to know when
to take a break--

- No, please don't.

- I'm sorry.

No flights for two weeks.

- Athea ordered this.

- Actually, this one came
straight from the top.

Siege.

- John...

please don't ground me.

I'm not crazy.
There's something out there--

- Well, good morning, Siege.

How is my favorite niece?

- Everyone else is on
double duty except for me.

- Well.

I read the report.

You were having trouble
out there,

you were confused.
- I can't explain it.

That doesn't mean
it wasn't real.

- Siege...

I know that you're sensitive,

like your dad.

The apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

- I'm not my father.

- Well, for your own
safety and

for the safety of this Terminal,
you need to take it easy.

- For your safety, John,

keep me out there.

- Anyone who comes waltzing
in here, other than Eddie

and tells me what to do,
they float home!

The family card does not trump
orders from the Commander.

- Yes, sir.

- Dismissed.

- Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

You seemed okay about everything.

Just it's just hard
to read you sometimes.

- You know what?
Then don't read me, okay?

Just don't be a dick.

- Okay.

- Look, it's not about you.

I don't feel like talking, okay?

- [Paris] I just wanna
make sure that everything--

- Paris, I said I don't
feel like talking.

Ow, careful.

(tense music)

(rhymic pinging)

(pinging fades)

- [Bobbi] Yeah, that's
the way it goes.

Gives us a hell of a
stiff in the morning.

- [Hamrond] Yeah, well
that's military style for ya.

- Just saying, Duke would
want us drunk as hell,

lighting shit on fire
right now, you know?

- The night is still young.

(all chuckling)
- What?

- That's not home brew.

How the hell'd you get that?

- Carl and his
little black market.

- Ah, where is Carl,
by the way?

- Yeah, we're gonna drink
all his booze without him.

- The last capsule
was a data capsule,

just reports
and personal letters.

The only science payload of note

was an experimental cell culture
to start a soil crop.

And I have Ant trying
to recreate some of the data,

but so far, no luck.

And that's the
end of the good news.

The bad news is the last capsule
was the size of golf ball.

The incoming capsule...

- She has clearance.

Stays in this room.
- Yes, sir.

- [John] Carry on.

- Well, the incoming
capsule is a cargo capsule

filled with essential
food and fuel supplies

and it is the size of
a three-story house,

which means a
larger work bubble,

which means more energy
and if we can't catch it,

that could be a
catastrophic explosion.

- Will we lose the Terminal?

- The Terminal, the
moon, the planet.

- And of course, us.

(tense music)

- Well, I'm definitely
ready to get outta here,

so how long 'til you fix it?

- It's more of a replace
than fix situation

and it's not my department.

- It's not my job, either.

- If we print
those parts, it is.

- You know we don't have
the materials for that.

- Well why don't we
just send an SOS home?

Help, we're fucked, send parts.

- 'Cause there's
already a capsule on the way.

- Yeah, so?

- Didn't you read
any of the briefings?

- He's more of a picture
book type guy.

- Okay, I studied phytology,
not whatever this is.

- You can't launch
two at the same time.

Warp drive is a one-way tunnel.

- Physics.

- Where do we stand
on repairs?

- We have, um, 73 systems
in functional order.

The S three-over-four truss,
the S four the S five--

- [John] Eddie.
- [Eddie] The S--

- Let's just stick to the
dysfunctional systems, please.

- Yes, um, page 68.

The primary physical damage
was to precision stabilization.

Without these systems, I
calculate a four percent

probability of catching
the next incoming capsule.

- Four percent?

- Mm hmm.

Rounding up.

- And this is when you tell
me about your brilliant plan.

- Well, we can't
manufacture the parts, so,

I propose we steal them.

- Steal them?
- [Eddie] Correct.

- From whom?
- From you.

We use the stabilization system
on the military satellite

in orbit around Airmid.

Taking into count limiting variables
such as food,

fuel, cargo, a round trip
would take a minimum of

thirty days.

- Next capsule
arrives in 25 days.

- It's a problem.

- [Carl] It's a big problem.

- Well, shit.

Well, I am assuming that
none of us get any sleep

until we figure this out.

Unless you wanna die here.

- I'll make coffee.

(tense music)

- [Bobbi] Suit circuit is
about four point three.

I've got an ascent pressure light,
and a pre-amp light.

- [Heddy] The small ship
docking bay is up and running.

First signs of life
in the Terminal.

- [Bobbi] (sighs)
It's moving along.

- [Heddy] We've hit our
exposure limits for the day.

Let's head back to base.

I'm depressurizing the cabin.

(screaming)

- God!

God, you're so fuckin' loud.

Ah, Jesus.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hey.

Hey, you okay?

God, you are like the most
vivid and loud dreamer,

you know Siege.

- God, I hate my brain.

- No wonder you get
spacegraines all the time.

- Does everyone know that?

So you all think I'm
the weakest link.

I'm only here because of John?

- No.

They're all fuckin'
stupid and you're amazing.

And don't give a fuck
what they think about you.

- So, I should be a sociopath?

- Yeah.

And break
that nasty little habit.

- Of?
- Not trusting yourself.

I gotta go.

- Hey, where you going?

- I gotta be in the sim
in like, two hours, so...

I'll see ya later.

- What if we remove the seats?

Each one of them must
weigh about 200 kilos.

- Strap the pilots to
the walls for decel?

- Really?

That won't work.

- Nothing is off the
table here, alright?

Bring up the schematics.

Look at it.

Ellen, six-dash-K.

- Delphi.
- [Delphi] Right away.

- [Ant] Flip it.

- I need a coffee.

- Well, we're out.

- I'll make some.
- No, we are out out.

Just crush some caffeine
pills into hot water.

- It won't work.

- Tastes like shit,
but it'll work.

- No, the chair houses the
water refiltering system.

It's like 90 percent
of the weight.

- [Payette] We
gotta keep 'em then.

- Can we do it with just one?

- Speaking of water filtration,
I gotta hit the head.

We been at this all night.

Can we take ten?

- Five.

- I'll run the numbers
on losing one seat.

- Gonna have to stop by the med bay.
I'll be right back.

- Just one of them.

- Hey, Ant.

Up high.

- I'm trying, you know.

- Ant.

You've been chaining
back to back all nighters

to keep us safe.

I mean, you've been
doing everything you can.

Not your fault.

- Space is hard.

- Space is a bitch.

(tense music)

(knocking)

- [Carl] John.

- What time is it?

- We have it.

- Where's Eddie?

- [Ant] She's over there.

- Wake her up.
I wanna kick her ass.

- [Carl] What's wrong?

- I don't see what you all see.

- It's all there, sir.
- I can read, Antony.

It reads like a suicide mission.

- Delphi backed up
all of Eddie's math.

If we leave in the next
15 hours, we can make it.

- Has Athea seen this?

- Not yet.

- So, just, ah...

talk me through this,
idiot style.

Let's ah... start with
the EVA, Antony.

This checklist.

In order to get the damn
parts off the satellite

requires two people.

- There's a new checklist, sir.

It's tough and it
requires multiple trips,

but I managed to get
it down to one pilot.

- One pilot?

Well, I don't see that here.

Um...

- Ah, Nemain's in the
sim, verifying it.

- Ah, and we have two weeks to
fine-tune it while we travel.

- Now, what's this...
about fasting?

- Well, we're tight on
space and heavy on fuel.

We can fit 1,000
calories per day en route

so our pilot can
function during the EVAs,

but we need to cut it
down to a fraction of that

on the way back
to save weight.

- And we will be
increasing the sleeper meds

for the return trip.

He'll be knocked
out for most of it.

- Has Julianne signed
off on these numbers?

- Not yet, but
she's up in an hour.

- But look,
high G-force exposure.

The vehicle will experience
extreme deceleration

at the destination point during
a low orbit aerial breaking maneuver.

Approximately
ten Gs for ten minutes.

Potential damage to scientific
and organic payloads

remains an ongoing and
significant concern.

So before I go on,
let me ask:

do we have another
plan in the works?

- Um...
(clears throat)

Well, Delphi had another,
which I hesitate to bring up.

- Don't hesitate, bring it up.

- Okay, Delphi mentioned
that a human was required

to retrieve the parts, but
not for the return trip.

- Jesus, Carl.

- Ah, look, I wasn't suggesting
that we actually do that, John.

- If we send someone,
they come back.

- If we send someone?

Respectfully, sir, this is
the only way to save the base

and us.

- Fine.

So wake up Julianne,
get her to sign off on this

guaranteed weight loss
program and for God's sakes,

let's take out the
phrasing organic payload

and just say human.

Speaking of, let's
loop in Athea,

see if we can find a pilot
that is up for all of this.

He is going to be
alone for a month.

He can't move, he can't
eat and he won't sleep

and he has to
slam on the brakes

for a good 10 minutes
before pulling off an EVA

that is designed for two people.

- Who said it's a he?

(thudding)
(grunting)

- [Athea] I didn't know
you worked out this early.

- Me, neither.

- You get any sleep last night?

- No, well, a little.

I was in the simulator
running tests

for the task force for hours.

It's okay, I don't
need much sleep.

- Well, that's good.

You're gonna love this.

(tense music)

(clears throat)

On to business.

Next up is the matter
of my old position.

Congratulations to
Lieutenant Paris Leverton

who will be taking
over as lead pilot.

(clapping)

And what you've probably
all been wondering about,

taking on Eddie's deep space
mission to the satellite

orbiting Airmid to
save all our asses

will be Lieutenant
Nemain Briggs.

(clapping)

Okay, as usual, survey and
repair rotations are posted.

Watch your rations and
be careful out there.

Dismissed.

(tense music)

- [Carl] What are you talking about?
You love crab.

- That is not--
- This is crab.

- That is dehydrated

I don't know what the fuck--
- This is rehydrated.

Mia, okay, you know what?
No, no, no...

there's more, there's more.
Keep your panties on.

- I'm not wearing any.
- Gross.

- La piece de resistance:

made from the last
of our chocolate.

- That looks so good.

I'm not gonna eat that much
before my flight, but--

- Yeah, maybe you
should just save it.

- Just a bit.

What?

- When I signed off
on Eddie's mission,

I didn't think it would be
you out there on your own.

- (sighs)
I know.

I mean, I am the hotshot
pilot around here, so...

- (chuckles) You're gonna get your
hotshot ass back here.

- I will.

Now, eat your brownie.

- Yeah, namaste.

- Shalom.

No sugar?

- Yeah, we ran out of sugar.

- It's still good.

- [Carl] Oh, God.

That's worse,
that is worse.

- Yo.

I've got 30 seconds.

Can you believe this is all
I'm allowed for personal items?

I can't fit my vibrator in here.

- I have something for you.

Deep socks.

Bobbi would have wanted
you to have them.

Everyone signed them.

- For my stinky feet.

It's kinda hilarious.

Paris gets promoted and
I get a suicide mission.

- Guess you're sleeping
with the wrong pilot.

- Damn.

I don't think I'm gonna
be able to do this.

It's impossible.
- Hey.

Athea chose you because
you're the only one who can.

- Okay, I gotta go.

I'll see ya.

(tense music)

- [Base] You're a go for
main engine burn.

- Copy that.

- [Base] Good luck Nemain
and Godspeed.

- [Eddie] Is she off?
- [Paris] Just in time.

- You did it, Eddie.

- [Athea] Thank you, Eddie.
- Thank you, Eddie.

- Thank you, Eddie.

(tense music)

- [Brains] Gravity assist complete,
you can unbuckle.

- Okay, Brains.

Here we go.

(tense music)

(beeping)

Brains?

That was another
proximity alert.

Why, why are you ignoring it?

- [Brains] The object was
not on an intercept course.

I didn't think there
was any danger.

Nemain, we need to talk
about your last blood sample.

Your cortisol levels
are off the scales.

- Not surprising.

- [Brains]
Your noradrenaline, too.

You're losing
a battle with depression, here.

- I'm-I'm just tired.

I mean, I can't sleep.
I can't eat enough.

I'm starving.

Can't exercise and ah...

And I reek.

What do you want
me to do about it?

- [Brains]
If the weather cooperates,

maybe we can call home again.

Give you time
to flirt with Siege.

Whatever, I'm not jealous.

- No, no.

I'm not in the mood.

- [Brains]
Fine, you're down.

You don't wanna talk.

Actually, I'm pumped.

I mean, I think they chose
the right AI for the job,

and a pretty decent pilot.

- No, it was, it
should have been Bobbi.

- Bullshit.

You're a hell of a pilot.

You just gotta keep
sailing, kiddo.

- Hey, what's that song?

♪ The water is ♪

♪ Wide ♪

♪ I can't cross o'er ♪

♪ I can't remember the words ♪

♪ And neither have ♪

♪ My wings to fly ♪

♪ Give me a boat ♪

♪ that can carry two ♪

♪ And both shall row ♪

♪ My love and I ♪

(tense music)

- [Brains]
Entering Airmid's atmosphere.

Commencing aero-capture.

Orbital G decreasing
within parameters.

How you doin', Nemain?
- I'm okay.

(tense music)

- How's she doing?

- She's on her third EVA.

- What, the circuit
board retrieval?

That one's not so bad.

- May as well get comfortable.

Four hours left.

- We have audio.
You wanna say hello?

- Ah, Nemain, how the hell are ya?

- Ant, hey.

Oh God, they let you in ops?

- Yeah, yeah, I had
to fight my way in.

Eddie's got a hell
of a right hook.

How you doin'?

- Um, I'm unlocking the
fine guidance sensor.

Is the doc there?

- Ah, yeah, yeah,
she's here.

- [Nemain] Okay, I'm
having a lot of numbness in my hand.

Ah, I'm having a hard time
steadying the sensor.

- She has a herniated
disc from deceleration.

- There anything we can do?

- Not really.

Just try to manage
her stress levels.

- [Ant] Doc says you've got
less than one minute left to live.

- (chuckling) Okay well, that
sounds about right, Ant.

- Ah, just keep it up.
Slow and steady.

EVAs are designed to get
easier as you go along,

so you're already over the hump.

- Is that true?
- I have no idea.

- Okay, thanks Ant.

Nice to hear your voice.

- [Brains] Nemain, I'm
detecting another incoming object

on an intercept course.

Estimated arrival in five minutes.

Return to ship immediately.

- God!
Um, look, I'm behind.

Can I just have a few more minutes
to get the sensor?

- [Brains] Sorry, immediately.
- Aghh!

- [Ant] Don't worry about it, Nemain,
We can always come back.

- Yeah, yeah, okay.
Heading back now.

(tense music)

Okay, where's that
little fucker?

- [Brains] Your reference,
six hours, down 30 degrees.

- Tally the object?

It appears to be a small
sphere rotating, reflective.

- No.

Nemain, you need
to get out of there now.

- What's wrong?

- That's what Duke saw.

- [Nemain] Holy shit!

It's changed course, it's
headed straight toward me.

- Brains.

Prepare to arm ballistics
and open bay doors

on my mark.

- [Brains] I have no
ballistics on board.

- Too much weight.

- Fuck.
- [Nemain] Jesus Christ.

- Nemain, how close are you to the ship?

- [Nemain] Ah, I'm approaching
the hatch, okay?

I'm--

- Nemain, do you read me?

Nemain, comm check.

(tense music)

Nemain, comm check.

Fucking hell.

Nemain, this is Athea.

Do you read me?

(tense music)

- Lock the doors.

(tense music)

- Where's Nemain?

- Base, mayday.

I'm cycling breakers,
God damn you!

(beeping)

Eject, eject!

(tense music)

(coughing)

(groaning)

Brains!

(sobbing)

(tense music)

What's that?

Oh, yes.

Okay.

(groaning)

Oh, God.

Oh fuck.

Shit.

I should have saved that.

(tense music)

Okay.

You're my shelter.

That's good.

(grunting)

(tense music)

(whooshing)

(tense music)

Oh my God.

Where are you going?

Wait!

(tense music)

Brains, Brains.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

- [Delphi] I'm sorry, Eddie.

We can move the
Terminal to a safe orbit

and allow the capsule to pass,

but we cannot ignore
Carl's conclusions.

Most of the crew will
starve before we attempt

the next scheduled catch.

We must declare a
state of emergency.

Shall I inform the commander?

- Yes.

- It's done.

The transfer of Deep Six to
military jurisdiction.

According to UN Article Five.

Justification cited as an
attack on ESO territory

and a threat to its citizens.

For the record, your objections
are noted on the last page.

All it requires
is your signature.

- You have no
right to take over.

- You don't have to like it.

Besides, it doesn't
change anything.

- Changes absolutely everything.

- You and Carl will have
access to this office.

You'll still be a
head of the science team

until we're ready to leave.

Delphi and the engineers
will be solely on repair.

- What?

You're completely unqualified
to operate Delphi.

It's not safe.

- Without Delphi, we
can't run the Terminal,

we can't go home.

- I don't want to go home.

I want to make contact.

- We are not ready
to make contact.

- Whether you're ready
or not, it's happening.

We're on the verge
of a breakthrough

and you don't know
how to handle it.

You're not the leader
your brother was.

You don't consider
all the variables

and your inattention to detail
is infinitely frustrating

and in this case,
ultimately dangerous.

Have you even read
the U.N. articles

upon which you're
relying to take over?

- I know them.

- Well, then you're willfully
ignoring the section

that requires you to consult
with the Security Council

and I question your
definition of an attack.

- How 'bout two dead
pilots for a start?

Duke, Nemain MIA.

That is too high a price to pay.

So, I am going to get us home.

- As you know, we lost
contact with Nemain

at approximately 22:00 last night.

She had visual contact with a bogey
in orbit around Airmid

and her ship was
lost moments after.

This morning at 08:00
jurisdiction of Deep Six

was transferred over
to military control.

I've posted patrols on
the board, but I'm sure

you have questions, so
I want to see hands.

Paris.

- Do we know what
the bogey looks like,

or it just some kind of ship?

- We're working strictly from
Nemain's verbal description

at this time.

There are similarities
between her sighting

and Duke's sighting
but we're not jumping

to any conclusions at this time.

Sam.
- You said an engagement.

Was there an exchange of fire?

- Nemain's ship was unarmed.

Siege.

- Will there be
a rescue mission?

- No.

(tense music)

(groaning)

(gasping)

(breathing heavily)

- Water filter.

Thank you Carl.

I can drink my own piss.

(tense music)

(beeping) - Siege, I'm coming up on
waypoint 11, do you copy?

- Bay doors read
open, ready for drop.

On A, on B.

Launch.

- Siege, switch to channel two.

(beep)
- Comm check.

- [Siege] Good comm.

- Siege, look,
I'm sorry about Nemain.

I really am. I'm all for no man
left behind, but John

has taken all rescue
attempts off the table.

- That's because he
thinks she's dead.

- Chrissake, look I hate to
be the one to have to say it,

but you need to get your
head straight, Siege.

Your lack of focus
has already cost us.

- Paris, get off this channel.

- I'm just saying.

Look, we lost a lot of
good pilots

and everyone that we've got left
needs to stay clear

so we can get the
hell out of here.

Nemain's gone.

- You don't know that.

Duke and I lost power.

If the same happened to
Nemain, then she's still alive.

She had enough food and
supplies for the rest

of the trip, for three weeks.

- She'd freeze to death.

- No, her cabin temp would hold.

The cockpit would insulate
her and her body heat

could keep her warm enough.

- What about Co2?

- She could jeri-rig something.

The scrubbers in her suit.

If-if John won't green light
a manned mission,

we could still
send food and water

and supplies and they could
be there in a couple days.

We know exactly where she is.

- [Paris] You're stretching.

- It's called
trying, you dickhead.

Athea,

let me try.

You did it for Duke.

- I hear you, Siege.

It's just not my call.

Eddie, do you have a minute?

- No.

- Listen, I need your help.

But to be honest, I need
your help with something

that John can't know about.

(tense music)

In the strictest
definition of the word,

it would be treason.

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

- Uncle John?

I'm usually the only
one up this late.

- Yeah, I usually don't prowl
about at night like you.

You know, you're
just like your dad.

Absolute night owl.

Even as a kid.

Our parents, they
would try everything

and finally they
would just give up.

He put them to bed.

Go watch TV.

He was something.

- Yeah.

- I'd be out like a brick.

Never heard him come in,
climb into the top bunk.

See, he had the top bunk
'cause I was afraid of heights.

- You were afraid of heights?

- [John] Deathly.

- But you were a test pilot.

- Had to do it to
get into the program,

but I won't lie to you. I was kind of
a shitty test pilot.

You know, you ah...

you spend your whole life
pushing for something...

and you get it.
You ah...

We step outside the system.

I mean, we made it.

We're a damn miracle.

All I could think
about while I was here

was I wanted to go home.

You know,
see Helen and the kids.

- We weren't ready for this.

- I wasn't.

I don't know what to do.

How'd you know?

How'd you know that
Duke was attacked?

You were the first to know.

- I'm not sure
Duke was attacked.

- No, you were right, Siege.

Nemain was attacked,
too, so how did you know?

- Do you ever wonder
what we might look like

from the outside?

Invasive, aggressive even.

What if Duke wasn't the target?

- What was the target?

The Terminal?

- And maybe
we're not being attacked.

We're being disarmed.

And Nemain is still alive.

You should send me to get her.

- [Carl] John.

Eddie needs you
in ops right away.

She says it's life or death.

- Alright.

What is it?
- Airmid.

Seismic activity reports.

- Oh for God's sakes, Eddie.

- And this is life or death?
- It's both.

Athea asked me to take a
second look for Nemain's ship.

- [John] I didn't
authorize that.

- Our terminal's telescope
cannot see a ship

that far away, but
I had another idea.

20 years ago, we used
seismographs on Airmid

to create debris
maps in our system.

These planetary images are
still from 20 years ago,

however, surface sensors
are still sending us data.

We recorded an impact here,
just after Nemain's attack.

Activity consistent
with a crash of a ship.

- Nemain's ship.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you for your
thoroughness, Eddie.

And I'm sure that Carl could
use a moment.

I'd like to speak to
the both of you in my office.

- There's more.

- There always is.

- There was a launch.

(tense music)

Minutes before the attack,

we recorded an impact here.

The system was designed
to measure impacts,

but a surface launch would
have the same readings.

- You mean the attack could
have come from Airmid?

- I've scheduled a
briefing this afternoon

to loop in all departments.

- Now, wait a minute.

There's protocol
here for chrissake.

None of this shit
should leave the room.

- Your objection is noted,
John, but it's already done.

You see, I've run the data
for the last 24 hours.

We recorded over 100 launches.

It appears they're on their way.

- What the hell is this?

- It's contact.

(gagging)
(coughing)

(humming)

♪ My wings to fly ♪

♪ Give me a boat ♪

♪ That can carry two ♪

♪ And both shall row ♪

♪ My love and I ♪

(melancholy music)

(gasping)

(tense music)