Dark Matter (2015–2017): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - Part 1 - full transcript

[alarm sounding]

[COMPUTER SYSTEM]
Life support at fifteen percent.

[alarm sounding]

[gasps]

[alarm sounding]

[gasps]

[alarm sounding]

[MAN 1]
Okay... okay... come on.

[MAN 1 grunts]

[COMPUTER SYSTEM]
Life support at thirteen percent.

[BOTH grunting]



[alarm sounding]

[MAN 1 grunts]

[blows landing, grunts]

[alarm sounding]

[COMPUTER SYSTEM]
Life support at twelve percent.

[COMPUTER SYSTEM]
Restoring life support.

What was that for?

You were in the way.

[guns click]

Who are you?!

[BOTH]
I don't know.

Who are you?

I got no idea.

[gasps]



[gasps]

Shake 'n wake, tiny.

Shake 'n wake.

Who are you?

You don't remember, do you?

No...

Well, hell.

That makes six of us.

What's going on?

[MAN 1]
We all woke up, just like you.

No memories.

No idea who we are
or how we got here.

[door beeps]

[MAN 2] Hey, guys, check this out.

[MAN 3] What is this place?

[MAN 1]
It's a ship.

And looks like
we're dead in space.

Systems were down and we
were venting atmosphere.

I was able to get us
back on-line

and restore the ship's
auto-repair protocol.

How'd you manage that?

I don't know exactly.

I was standing there at
the console and it just...

...came to me.

Well, that's a good thing.

It'll all come back to
us eventually, right?

[locker clangs]

Hey, if anyone's
feeling underdressed...

[MAN 1]
For now, we've named ourselves

by the order we woke up in.

I'm One.

She's Two.

--[clanging]
--[MAN 2 grunts, growls]

Three.

Four.

Five.

Which makes you Six.

--[clanging]
--[THREE grunts, growls]

[THREE]
Damn it...

We've got comms.

So what do you think?

We the crew of
a transport vessel

on some sort of
long-range haul?

Would explain what we
were doing in stasis.

Ship gets into trouble.

Takes some damage.

Systems shut down.

When life support hits critical,

hazard protocols kick in and
we're automatically awakened.

Wouldn't explain the
memory loss though.

[TWO]
Mmm.

--[clanging noise]
--[THREE grunting, growling]

Got it!

So what are we shipping?

Seeds?

Meds?

Better.

[THREE chuckles]

Who wants?
[gun clicks]

[TWO]
I don't think so.

Hey!
[gun clicks]

We're gonna need to check this place out.

Let's pair off.

Three you're with Six, One with Four,

and I'll be with Five.

We'll use these comms
to keep in touch, yeah?

--Whoa.
--Oh, lordy.

Expecting trouble?

Hopin'.

Are you gonna fix it?

I'm gonna try.

All I'm saying is
we don't know

how long we're gonna
be stuck here.

It'd make sense to
choose a leader, y'know,

someone who can make
key decisions for the group.

Lemme guess.
Someone like... you?

No, not me necessarily,
but yeah, somebody who'll

represent everyone's best interests.

Someone who's got final say
in case of disagreements.

I don't know. Could be me.
ls that what you're suggesting?

No.

Just between us,
if that was the case,

I could use a good
second in command.

[SIX]
Uh-huh...

[THREE laughs]

[SIX]
Now this is more like it!

I've got to take this thing
for a ride, man.

[SIX laughs]

Wonder if I know
how to fly this thing.

Knock yourself out!

She said "it just came to her"
when she was standing

at that console,
but I did the exact same thing,

trying to figure out
what buttons to push,

and nothing came to me.

How do you figure that?

Hell, how do you
figure any of this?

No way of knowing how long
we were in those pods.

Could've been days,
months, years maybe.

Weird thing is it's not like our
minds have been wiped clean.

If they had been, I wouldn't know
what a pod was, or a year,

or even be able to express myself.

Language itself would be
totally alien to us, right?

[ONE] You're about to
blow my theory here.

This way.

Uh, why don't you lead?

[ONE]
Training room?

Or torture chamber maybe.

You sure you know how
to handle those things?

I’m gonna say, yes.

Hello, sweetcakes.

[THREE]
Hey, Tiny! Get over here!

I found something!

Why's that flashing red?

That's strange.

The ship's computer just initiated

some sort of security protocol.

[THREE screams]

[SIX]
Hey, there.

[SIX grunts]

This is Six!
We're under attack!

By Who?

Under attack by who?

[TWO]
We need help, anybody!

[ONE] We heard,
tell us where to go!

I can track your comms.

Take the next right.

“Wm
Left at the next intersection.

[SIX yells]

[SIX grunts]

Is somebody gonna die?!

No, not if I can help it.

[SIX yells. grunts]

[TWO] Some sort of security
protocol's been activated!

[FOUR]
Well, override it!

I'm trying!

[THREE grunts]

[TWO]
Okay, I did at.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah... yeah.

Took you long enough, doll face.

[THREE] Guys we found
food, who wants?

[THREE]
Kid.

Eugh! You sure?!

It's close enough.

What's up with the robot?

Technically, she's an android.

Her bio-synthetic physiology
is incredibly similar

to that of our
ship's outer hull.

Fascinating.

[TWO] She's an
extremely efficient entity.

Corrector nanites have
almost fully restored

her broken parts.

Well that's not a problem.

We just stick her in the
airlock and space her.

[TWO]
That won't be necessary.

I've already deleted all of
her security directives

and re-established
her base program.

She's no longer
a threat to us.

And she could prove useful.

Whoa, we're not
waking that thing up.

[TWO] The diagnostic suggests
she possesses some

sort of neural link
with the ship's mainframe.

Once she's back online,
she'll be able to run a more effective

repair command; she'll have
us space-worthy in no time.

She may also have some answers
for us if anybody's curious.

Okay.

Start her up.

Ugh.

[gasping]

What's your name?

I possess no
personal designation.

Yeah, there's a lot
of that going around.

Why did you attack us?

I have no memory
of such an attack.

The reboot must've
wiped her data stores.

Well ain't that convenient.

--Whoa!
--[SIX] Hey!

I want you to initiate a neural link
with the ship's computer.

Can you do that?

Of course.

Now I want you to access
any and all data related

to the passengers
onboard this ship.

No such data exists.

Any information in the
ship's records about its crew,

or its mission?

No such data exists.

How's that possible?

I-It's not.

This ship's programming
is highly sophisticated.

There are redundancies in place
to guard against data loss.

Someone must have deliberately
deleted that information.

[ONE] It wasn't
necessarily one of us.

[THREE] Yeah?
Then who the hell was it?

It's a big ship,
lots of places to hide.

Maybe there's
someone else on board.

But they'd have to know
we'd find them eventually

so I'm not sure what
would be the point.

We don't even
know for a fact

if everyone's really
lost their memory.

Any one of us could
be lying about that.

I don't think so.

I was the first
one to wake up,

I saw that moment
in everyone's eyes...

I don't think
anyone was faking.

Exactly how long were you awake
before the rest of us came to?

Couple of minutes
at most, why?

[THREE] No way of proving that,
of course, is there?

There's no way for us to know
what you were really up to.

What exactly are
you suggesting?

If one of us is responsible,

I would say that you are
the number one suspect.

That's ridiculous.

Yeah.

You could jump in here
any time, you know.

Chatty guy.

Sleeping quarters.

[THREE grunts]

[THE ANDROID] My neural link
allows me instant access

to the system from
anywhere on the ship.

Manual guidance is
not only unnecessary,

but it's also inefficient.

[TWO]
We'll worry about that later.

For now, I need you to
run a full diagnostic

and restore all systems.

All right.

[TWO]
No.

Show me.

All right.

What is that?

It's a subspace transmission.

The ship is broadcasting
a distress signal.

What're you doing?

Nothin'.

What are you doing?

Looking for something
to treat a headache.

Headaches can be caused by
blood vessel abnormalities

or brain tumors.

How do you know that?

I don't know.

I... l just do.

A tumor is a mass of cells that
multiplies uncontrollably.

The human body creates 25,000,000
new cells every second.

And its kidneys process

180 liters of
blood every day.

Blood will spurt
up to two meters

when the carotid
artery is severed.

It's a very
efficient killstroke.

[SIX]
Uh-huh...

Yes!

It appears the ship has
taken meteorite damage.

So that's why we were
venting atmosphere.

One of the forward
relays was also hit,

causing a power surge that
damaged multiple systems.

It will take some
time to repair them all.

Do we have engines
and navigation?

Yes.

What about weapons?

Ship's weapons are down.

Then let's make that
our next priority.

All right.

No.

Show me.

[alarm sounding]

[TWO]
What is that?

It appears another vessel has
entered our scanning range.

And their course?

They're headed
straight for us--

but I don't believe they
intend to render assistance.

Why not?

Because they just
launched missiles.

Time to impact: 60 seconds.

[THE ANDROID]
Time to impact: 50 seconds.

What can we do?

The ship is also
equipped with various

counter measures I can initiate.

--Would you like me to show you?
--Just do it!

[ONE] Hey, sounds like they
got the engines going.

Yeah.

[THE ANDROID]
Based on our current acceleration,

time to impact is
now 40 seconds.

We can't outrun it?

I'm already pushing our
engines past maximum.

[TWO]
What about a jump to FTL?

[THE ANDROID]
We don't have time to execute

the necessary nav calculations.

Options?

I could attempt further evasive
maneuvers, but at these speeds

they may overtax our artificial
gravity and inertial dampeners.

Do it.

What the hell?

Calculations complete.

Jumping to FTL.

[BOTH groan]

Hey.

Wh-Wh-What happened?

[SIX] We lost gravity for a
few seconds there.

When it came back on,
we all took a tumble.

You hit your head
on the way down.

--I did?
--Yeah.

You okay?

[FIVE]
Yeah, I-| think so...

[ONE] So, any idea who
attacked us, or why?

None.

[THREE] Maybe the robot
had something to do with it.

I have no intention of
harming anyone on this ship.

[THREE]
Oh yeah, except for the part

where you nearly killed us all.

I have no memory
of such an attack.

--So you keep saying.
--Alright, calm down.

Are you kidding me now?

I wake up a couple hours ago,
I got no idea who I am,

how the hell I got here.

Nearly get killed by
the Forgetful Robot,

almost blasted to scrag
by some mysterious ship,

and now we are floating in
the middle of who-knows-where.

Actually, we do know where.

We're on course for a
nearby inhabited world.

We are?

Before we were attacked,
I initiated a recovery program

in order to salvage
recently deleted

and overwritten data.

You can do that?

[THE ANDROID]
The process is time-consuming

and most of the
information is irretrievable.

However, I have managed
to salvage some data.

What kind of data?

This ship's original destination.

We should be arriving in
less than 12 hours.

Y'know the green ones
aren't that bad.

They still taste like shit,
but... just not as much.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Still don't remember
hitting your head?

Nope.

I just remember
falling and... then blackness.

And--And the door.

What door?

In a dark place... underneath.

[FIVE]
A big, metal door.

They keep it locked.

Always.

Why?

What's inside?

Secrets.

Fine, be that way.

[THREE yells]

[TWO] Everybody pick a
room and get some rest.

We'll be dropping out
in ten hours.

[THREE gasps]

You gotta be kidding me...

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

Hi.

Hello.

So what brings you by?

What do you think?

We're about to enter orbit.

You're heading down to the
planet to look for answers.

I suggest you wear pants.

--Hey.
--[TWO] Hey.

[SIX]
What happened to you?

I roll around a lot in my sleep.

We tried communicating
with whoever's down there

but received no response.

Could be a tech issue.

Could be a lot of things.

Fly safe.

[SIX]
Damn.

This ship have a name?

It's a Phantom-class Marauder.

Marauder?

Nice.

There's no reason to assume
the inhabitants will be hostile.

No reason to
assume they won't be.

[ONE] Remember,
we're just looking for answers.

We're not here to cause trouble.

[MAN]
That's far enough!

[THREE] Remind me to
tell that robot I told you so.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Yeah, I was afraid those
questions might come up.

They're not Corporate Guard.

They could be
Hrothgar's people.

[MAN]
Did Hrothgar send you?

Maybe.

We didn't come
here to hurt anyone.

Or get hurt.

Especially that last part.

So why don't we just
lower our weapons...

All of us.

You say your ship
was attacked?

Well, we're
not exactly--

Raiders.

Came at us out of nowhere,
disabled our engines,

looted our ship,
left us for dead.

You're lucky to be alive.

Wouldn't be if we hadn't managed
to restore life-support.

With nav systems down,
we were flying blind we got lucky.

Picked up your settlement
on our long-range scanners.

Wow, well, you're
welcome to re-supply,

and help yourselves to
whatever you need.

But... then you
best be off.

Why's that?

We're expecting trouble.

This is an
independent colony.

We pull enough tarium out
of the ground to get by,

but we've never been of interest
to any of the big multi-corps.

That is, until now.

You hit a big strike?

[MAN] It was a couple of Ferrous
Corporation geologists.

Surveying the
nearby asteroid belt.

Apparently they
hit the mother lode.

But without a Hab-1
planet in the vicinity

it would be too
expensive to extract.

They need a place to
house the miners,

grow food,
source fresh water.

Some place like here?

It's a big planet.

It's not big enough
so far as they're concerned.

The multi-corps don't
share planetary resources.

It minimizes the
risk of outsiders

interfering with
their operations.

As long we work this claim,
we have legal title.

But if we were to leave,

or if something should
happen to us...

...well, you get the idea.

So that's why you wanna be long
gone before the Raza get here.

The Raza?

[MAN] They work as enforcers
for the multi-corps.

They clean up loose ends,
trouble spots--like us.

They're aliens.
They're half-man, half-reptile,

and I've heard that
they're over seven feet tall,

and they have skin
that burns to the--

The fact is no one really
knows what they are,

because no one's ever survived
an encounter with them.

[ONE] If these Raza really are
as dangerous as you say,

why don't you just leave?

[MAN] You don't
get to a place like this

unless you've already
run out of options.

[GIRL] Well, and this
claim is all we have,

we're gonna fight for it.

Aren't you a little young
to be doing any fighting?

I'm old enough to wanna
protect my friends and family.

[ONE] No offense, but it doesn't
seem to me like you've got

the manpower
or the firepower.

We gathered together the
last of our funds,

sent out one of our people
to score a shipment of arms.

The real thing, like the
weapons you carry.

Enough for every man and
woman on this settlement.

A shipment?

When is it supposed to get here?

[MAN]
Any day now.

[GIRL]
If it arrives in time,

we'll give the Raza more
than they can handle,

make Ferrous Corp. reconsider.

Well... good luck
with that. Thanks.

[MAN]
Gentlemen.

[ONE] That... pendant, does it
hold any special significance?

Hrothgar gave it
to rne before he left.

He said it symbolized freedom
in the face of oppression

and that when his people
people arrived we'd be able to

recognize them cause
they too would have this mark.

Thanks.

[ONE]
This isn't right.

[ONE] Am I the only person
who heard what they said?

A shipment of arms?

Obviously we were meant
to help these people.

You don't know that.

[ONE] And the fact that we have a
cargo hold full of weapons,

that's a coincidence?

You're forgetting one
important detail:

The scary lizard people
that are on their way

to this planet to
destroy everything!

Guessing you don't wanna
be there when they show up.

Okay, I admit,
that part sounded bad.

Let's table this
discussion until

we're back on the ship,
all right?

[TWO] The Android said
that console was fried.

You really think you
know what you're doing?

[FIVE] Well, it's like
you with the controls,

or... Four with
his swords.

For me, it's wires,
circuits, fuses.

I don't know why, but it just
kinda makes sense to me.

Not like all the other stuff.

What other stuff?

I see things, in my head.

Like, while I was sleeping,
I saw a dream.

[Two]
oh yeah?

I was walking on the beach
with my little brother.

He was crying 'cause
he'd gotten lost,

but... I found him
and I was...

was bringing him
back to the palace.

The palace?

That sounds like a
nice place to live.

It was...

Till they murdered my father,
and then came for me.

But I was too
much for them.

And even though I could've
killed them, I didn't.

I just carved out their eyes

and left them for my
stepmother to find.

The bitch...

I hope they're bringing
back some real food.

I'm starving.

You, uh... You carved
out their eyes?

Well, it was me
in the dream,

but... it wasn't really me
because it wasn't my dream.

Whose dream was it?

I dunno.

But it was somebody's.

[ONE] I'm telling you, we're supposed
to be helping these people.

The matching pendants?

It can't be a coincidence.

All I'm saying is even
if we're supposed to be

helping these people,
which I doubt,

doesn't mean
we're gonna do it.

We don't even know
what happened to us,

or how we're gonna get
our memories back.

And those weapons would
fetch a very good

price on the open market.

The money would
go a long way--

Except they're
already paid for!

They belong to the miners.

Doesn't matter if they
belong to the miners!

They're in our cargo hold!

They belong to us now!

Those people will die
if we don't help them.

They're already dead.

Doesn't say much.
When he does, it makes sense.

If their enemy is even half
as powerful as they believe,

then they're doomed.

The least we can do is
give them a fighting chance.

I'm pretty sure the
least we can do is nothing.

Which, for the record,
is what I'm suggesting we do.

All right.

Let's put it to a vote.

Fine.

I vote that we keep the weapons,
we sell them, take what we make

to stay alive, and find out
what the hell happened to us.

Agreed.

I think we do what we
know we came here to do,

complete the delivery.

He's right.

I say we help
those people.

Thank you.

Yeah, me too, I wanna
help those people.

Wait a minute,
she can't vote.

Why not?

'Cause you're a kid!

She's a member of this crew.

Who's a kid! What are you,
like, 15 years old?

Do we really have
to have a vote

to decide if
she gets to vote?!

I vote against her voting.

[FIVE laughs exasperatedly]

Come on, throw up with me.

[THREE]
Fine, three to two.

What do you say,
boss lady?

Set half the crates aside.

The rest go down
to the surface.

[THREE] Clean up your tray,
pretty boy!

[THREE] Make sure to lift
with the back.

Helps take pressure
off the knees.

You know what would take
the pressure off my knees?

You helping out.

Yeah, see, I think that'd
be kinda hypocritical

given the way
I voted and all.

Yeah, I wouldn't worry.

I don't think it'd be possible
for us to think any less of you.

Well, you never know.

I might surprise you.

All right I think that's it.
We're good to go.

Who's that?

[THE ANDROID]
I don't know.

The file is corrupt.

This has been a difficult
and tedious process.

However, I have managed to
recover a sizable data cache.

Let's see it.

[TWO]
I need everyone on the bridge, now.

What's the matter?

[TWO]
Just get up here.

What's going on?

The Android managed to
recover a significant amount

of data related to
this ship and its crew.

Well, that's good.

Isn't it?

Marcus Boone:
Murder, assault, kidnapping, piracy.

Griffin Jones:
Murder, assault, smuggling.

Jace Corso: Murder, assault,
kidnapping, trafficking, theft.

Ryo Tetsudo:
Murder, assault, piracy.

[THE ANDROID] Portia Lin:
Murder, assault, arson, theft, piracy.

Turns out the Raza
aren't a race of aliens.

"The Raza" is the
name of this ship.

We're not here to
help these people.

We're here to
kill them.