Dark Matter (2015–2017): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

Previously on Dark Matter.

We all woke up just like you,

no idea who we are
or how we got here.

We've named ourselves
by the order we woke up in.

I'm One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Which makes you, Six.

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.

We had a deal.

I got a better offer.

Good morning, everyone.

Here is your report
from the bridge.

I hope you're all
enjoying a hearty breakfast.

The ship's engines are operating
within acceptable parameters.

At current rate of travel,
we should be arriving

at the space station
in approximately

26 hours and 7 seconds.

Exactly one hour earlier
than the last time

she updated us...
one hour ago.



Thank you, robot.

So here's what happens
when we hit the space station.

Hock the ship,
split the profits,

have a fond farewell toast,
bid each other adieu.

No?

You wanna split up?

Yeah, we're six strangers
and a robot.

We don't owe
each other anything.

But we're a team.

No offense,
but this "team"

has a lot of dead weight on it.

Offense taken.

Once we get to the station,
we're gonna refuel,

resupply, and repair.

I'd be happy to give anyone
who wants to leave their share

of whatever we have left,
but we're not selling the ship.

Ain't up to her.

I don't wanna sell the ship.

Me neither.

Me neither.

Okay, yeah.

All right.

You know,
if we just stick together--

All right. That's fine.

It's what I wanted anyway.

A little peace and quiet.

You wanna play
a game or something?

Nah,
I'm just gonna take a nap.

No thanks, kiddo.

I found this antique book
in one of the holding rooms.

It says it's a classic,
so I'm sure I've read it before,

but... it's all new to me now.

I can give it to you
when I'm done if you wa--

Or not.

Hey!

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Male,
appears to be in his mid-teens.

Didn't need to break out the
fancy scanners to tell us that.

How long has he been dead?

A while.

Shouldn't he have started
to decompose by now?

Under normal circumstances, yes.
But the temperature

in that section of the ship
was significantly lowered.

As a result, the body
was quite well preserved.

What were you doing up
in those vents anyways?

E-Exploring.

You shouldn't
be up there at all.

It's dangerous.

Not anymore dangerous
than the rest of this ship.

Any idea what happened to him?

He was shot.

A single bullet to the kidney.

He bled to death.

Who was he, why the hell
did he bleed out on our ship?

That, the scanner can't tell us.

Is there any record
of another crew member

in the ship's computer?

None that I found.

You mean one of us killed him

and stuffed him
in that utility room?

There's no point in speculating.

Without our memories,
we'll probably never know.

Check the body for valuables.

We'll jettison it the next
time we drop out of FTL.

That's it?

What?

Did you want to
organize a funeral?

Prepare parting remarks?

I think it'd be a bad idea
to dock at the space station

with a dead body on board.

One of us killed him,
that doesn't bother you?

Almost everything
about this bothers me,

but pointing fingers isn't
going to get us anywhere.

Let's just--

Let's just forget about this
and put it behind us, all right?

Come on.

I need you to do
something for me.

Of course, Two.

And I'm going to need you
to keep quiet about it.

Hey, you busy?

Listen, I need you
to help swing the vote.

Get the others to sell
the ship so we can all cash out.

What makes you think
I wanna do that?

Well, because selling this ship
allows us the freedom

to chart our own course--

Woah!

Call our own shots.

Come on, man, instead of
letting these losers decide for us,

let's cut 'em loose, man.

It's too soon.

What're you talking about?

We don't know enough
about who we are, who they are.

The person I was
chose to be on this ship.

He must have had a reason.

You don't know that you
even chose to be on this ship.

The clearest path
hasn't presented itself yet.

And until it does, I stay.

All right, have a good
time playing with your stick.

But if the day should come
where I'm no longer pleased

with this arrangement--

Yeah?

Even then I wouldn't sell the ship,

I'd take it for myself.

I feel bad for him.

The time for feeling bad
for him is long past.

He's gone.

I know, it's just... the thought
of dying in some dark room,

bleeding and alone.

He was around my age.
I-I probably knew him.

Maybe.

And maybe not.

When I was in that vent,
I could've just passed right by,

but something told me
to stop and look in that room.

It was like I'd been there before,

like, I knew that there
was something to find.

I knew he was there,
which means I knew him.

He probably meant
something to me once.

And now, he's just
some dead stranger.

It's not right.

I just wish I could remember...

Well, the more I think about it,

the more I believe we're better off
not remembering any of it.

Really?

Yeah.

Fresh start
for all of us, right?

What if--

Yeah?

What if some of
our memories were--

What if they weren't all gone?

Don't! Please!

She has all our
memories in her head,

and you knew it!

I knew that's what she thought.

And you told her to
stay quiet about it? Why?

I wanted to make sure.

Yeah?

And how'd you
plan on doing that?

She's been having dreams.

Dreams that she thinks
might be memories,

except that they're
not just hers.

What?

I think all of our memories
may have somehow

been transferred
into her subconscious.

H-How's that even possible?

How's any of this possible?

There's something else.

One of the dreams
she experienced was of one of us

sabotaging the stasis pods.

Son of a bitch.

Hang on.

Just because she dreamed it,
doesn't make it real.

I had the Android search
through all terminal activity

prior to our last deep sleep.

And?

I recovered portions of
a self-deleted subroutine

that was initiated prior
to all of you entering stasis.

Although it's specific intent is unclear,

it would appear your
memories were targeted.

Oh, come on, guys.

How hard can this be?

The kid remembers doing it.

She did it!

If it was her,
why would she tell us about it?

Think about it.

All right,
all right, come on.

Why didn't you tell
us about this sooner?

I wanted to see if her
dream about tampering

with the ship's
systems checked out.

It did, which means this goes
far beyond that one memory.

She could have
all of our memories

tucked away in her head.

W-When you dream,

you have no idea whose
memories you're experiencing?

No.

I-In the dreams,
everything is happening to me,

but sometimes
I can tell I'm not me.

It's really confusing,
and a lot of times kinda hazy.

I have trouble
remembering it when I wake up.

So someone in this room
wiped our memories

and probably killed that kid.

----What was that?

We just dropped out of FTL.

Why?

There's something
wrong with the ship.

We've lost
power to several systems,

including external
sensors and the FTL drive.

What happened?

The operation efficiency
of one of the outer relays

dropped below minimum safe.

The ship detached
the coupling and shut down

all related systems to
avoid a catastrophic failure.

Translation please?

We nearly blew a fuse.

Except
in this case, "blowing a fuse"

would equate to an
explosion powerful enough

to vaporize the entire ship.

Well, that's great.

Dead bodies,
hacked stasis pods, now this.

It's a whole lotta things
going wrong in this ship.

Almost like someone's
been tampering with it,

isn't that right, tech monkey?

Back off.

Why are you protecting her?

You don't know her.

I know I like her a lot
more than I like you.

Could this be sabotage?

The coupling is located
on the outer hull.

If someone wanted
to tamper with it,

they would have had
to perform an EVA.

You mean...
go outside the ship?

It seems unlikely.

No, it's impossible.

We were in FTL
until five minutes ago.

Exactly.

On the other hand, tampering
with the diagnostic system

to make the ship think
that the coupling would fail

would be comparatively simple.

If someone wanted
to disable the ship

without doing any real damage,

this would be an
excellent way to do it.

Well, we can't stay
out here forever.

How do we get
the FTL back online?

First, I have to
determine what, if anything,

is wrong with the system.

That could take some time.

We'll let you get to it then.

Do you have another question?

Yeah.

When people lie,
they exhibit tells, right?

Physical signs that
they're being untruthful.

When humans are being deceptive,

they show a spike in
respiration, blood pressure,

and changes
in skin conductivity.

Now, those signs,
we wouldn't necessarily be able

to notice them,
but you could, right?

If I was in close
enough proximity, yes.

In theory, I could determine
if a person was lying.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

You said you wanted
to show me something.

I do.

Just trust me on this one.

You are going to be amazed.

That's it?

Yeah.

You expect me to be amazed
by a very large door?

No, not the door,
what's behind the door.

What's behind the door?

I don't know...

...yet.

But it's gotta be
pretty awesome,

I mean, why else keep it
behind this kind of lockdown?

No one else knows about this?

Nope, only you, 'cause
you're the only guy I trust.

Oh, hey, I've been thinking.

The way you handle your weapons,
it's damn impressive.

It's mighty damn impressive

for someone who's
lost all their memories.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

Just wondering
how you do it is all.

I mean, you can't even
remember your own name,

yet you recall all
these fancy moves.

Hm?

Instinct.

Okay, instinct.

So what are your
instincts telling you about

whether or not you
can open this door?

Remember, we're partners
in this, yeah?

I got your back, you got mine.

So you think
you can open this door?

No.

Well, shit.

He,

What?

We need to talk.

About what?

The kid.

You mean Five.

She doesn't belong here.

A while ago,
you were arguing otherwise.

That was before
she found that body.

We're bad company.

I know, but she woke up in that
stasis pod like everybody else,

and that tells me that she did
something right, or wrong,

to be here.

Is that what you believe?

Or is it what you've
convinced yourself,

so you can keep her
around long enough

to tap those
memories in her head?

Hey.

We're convening
in the mess hall.

What for?

Answers.

I'll begin by asking
some simple questions

to establish a vitals baseline.

Sure thing.

What is your name?

Jace Corso.

Well, at least that's
what the records tell me.

Here they call me One.

Well, Griffin Jones
was my name. I'm now Six.

Two.

My name is Two.

What day is today?

I have no idea.

I don't know.
Don't really care.

It's chocolate protein
pudding day!

Where are you?

Sitting here talking to you.

In the mess hall.

Where is that?

This ship, the Raza.

Do you have any
memory of your life

before exiting the
stasis pod five days ago?

No.

None.

--No.
--No.

No.

Do you have any memory of
tampering with the stasis pods?

No.

--No.
--No.

None.

Well, I had a dream about it,
but... besides that, no.

Do you mean any
of the passengers

on this ship any harm?

No.

No.

--No.
--No.

Not yet.

Have you sabotaged
this ship in any way?

No.

Have any of the answers you've
given here today been lies?

No.

She's telling the truth.

You all are.

We're not done.

Not interested.

Thanks, though.

We all did it.

Bully for you.

Why, you have
something to hide?

Nope, told you
everything I know.

Good, then this should be easy.

I don't trust that robot.

We're not asking.

This is gonna
influence the test!

Just try to relax.

Seriously?

With Twitchy Fingers over here?

If you shoot him,
you may skew the results.

What is your name?

Don't make this any
harder than it needs to be.

I don't like to be touched.

Just answer the questions.

It'll be over
before you know it.

What is your name?

From the moment I stepped out
of that pod, it's been Three.

What day is today?

Day after yesterday,
little before tomorrow.

This is ridiculous.

Do you have any memory

of tampering
with the stasis pods?

Of course not.

There's a problem.

I knew it!

I'm detecting
something unsettling.

I'm not lying!

Not with you.

With the ship.

The hull is being bombarded with
an unusually high concentration

of gamma radiation.

You still think the ship
hasn't been sabotaged?

What does this mean?

At this level of exposure,

full penetration will
occur within three hours.

At which point, everyone
onboard will be subjected

to a lethal dose of radiation.

I thought the shields

were supposed to protect
the hull from radiation.

That's exactly
what they've been doing.

But this level of
exposure has taxed them

beyond design specifications.

I've had to reroute power from
some of the ship's other systems

to reinforce them.

What caused this?

There are any
number of celestial phenomena

that can generate this
level of gamma radiation,

even at interstellar distances.

But in this case I believe
we're dealing with the remains

of a type 1-A supernova.

It's unfortunate
that we happened to emerge

from FTL within lethal range.

Yeah, right...
This is all just bad luck?

We're supposed to believe this?

You think whoever sabotaged
the ship timed this malfunction

deliberately to put
us in this location?

Damn straight I do.

Even though he, or she,
would suffer from the effects

like everyone else?

Unless, he or she is an it.

W-What kind of "effects"
are we talking about here?

Nausea, vomiting,
disorientation--

Okay.

Infection, peeling skin.

Okay.

Hemorrhaging,
damage to the centr-

Yeah. okay, okay! I get it!

Okay, just
wait a minute here.

If this is a supernova
or whatever,

that means it's been happening
since we got here, right?

So, how come
Miss Know-It-All

is only telling us
about it right now?

I believe I may
have already mentioned

that the external
sensors were down.

I only detected the radiation

once it made significant
penetration into the hull.

Got an answer for
everything, don't you?

Yes, I am an excellent
information source. Thank you.

That wasn't a compliment.

All right. Enough.

So we know the situation.
What can we do?

You have two options.

One, you can override
the safety protocol,

and initiate an
immediate jump to FTL.

We can do that?

But I wouldn't advise it.

Why not?

The system was
shut down for a reason.

If we engage the coupling

without addressing
the malfunction,

the computer is predicting
a 73% chance of developing

a fatal instability
in the plasma matrix.

Translation?

The ship blows up.

Seventy-three percent.
I'm not loving those odds.

Of course, if you really
believe this was sabotage,

it's most likely the diagnostic
program that was tampered with,

in which case there's
really nothing wrong

with the coupling at all.

Would anyone like to
take that chance?

You said there
was a second option.

The computer has
identified what it believes

to be the faulty part.

It's a relatively
small electrical component.

All we have to do is replace it.

You want one of us
to go out there

in the deadly radiation storm?

Why are we even listening
to this bag of bolts?

She's obviously
got a wire loose.

--I'll go.
--On the other hand,

sometimes she makes
a lot of sense.

Good luck.

You're not impervious
to gamma radiation.

The suits are shielded
against full-spectrum EM.

As long as I'm not
outside for too long,

I'll be fine.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just-- I wanna be here
in case she needs something.

It'll be okay.

She'll get us all fixed up.

I know.

My guess is she's making it
seem a little worse than it is.

That way we're all impressed
when she takes care of it.

I don't think
androids work that way.

I know they're not supposed to,
but, let's face it,

ours is a little different.

I know.

That's why I like her.

She's just like the rest of us.

Let's test your comm.

Are you reading me?

Loud and clear.

Suit is pressurized.

O2 is flowing.

Good luck.

I don't need it.

Well, good luck anyway.

No, the oxygen.

I don't need it.

We're draining power
from the other systems

to boost the shield.

I'd better hurry.

Venting airlock.

You should know,

I've used my neural link to
upload an override program.

It can be accessed from
the navigational console

on the bridge.

That won't be necessary.

Simply initiate the override,
then after a few moments,

once complete,
it will automatically

execute the jump to FTL.

We won't need it.

I sincerely hope you're right.

But if anything
goes wrong out there,

it will be your only chance.

You just get back in one piece;
we can't do this without you.

Well, you can.

Opening outer door.

The outer couplings are housed

in a series of trenches about
50 meters from this position.

It should only take me
a few minutes to get there.

Something's wrong.

What the hell was that?!

Close the door
and come back inside.

It's an
electro-static discharge.

A side effect from the
radioactive bombardment.

When the accumulation of
negative ions is too much

for the hull to absorb,
they're sporadically released.

Will your suit insulate you
if you get hit?

I highly doubt it.

But there's no cause for alarm.

It seems to have stopped.

For now. How long
until the next one?

I don't know.

I'll just have to get my work
done as quickly as possible.

Initiating magnetic boots.

Hey.

She's outside.

So far, so good.

Any sign of an electromagnetic
discharge out there?

Negative.

Descending
into the access channel.

The control
systems for the coupling

should be located near
the bottom of the ramp.

We just dropped
into emergency lighting.

Accessing control panel.

I can see the coupling.

I've identified
the faulty electrical component.

Removing it now.

All right, here it goes.

It worked.

The coupling is
automatically re-engaged.

Yes!

We should be able to jump now

without any problems.

Closing the access panel.

Android, you need
to get back in here!

You need to get back
into the airlock, now.

Too late.

She's been hit!

Android,
come in, please respond.

Android, are you there?

Android, answer me!

All right, what do
you want to do?

We've got to go
out there and get her.

Whoa-whoa-whoa, we're
on the clock here, remember?

She said we had three hours!

She said we
may have three hours.

And that was over two hours ago.

She fixed the problem,
let's just jump, now!

What'll happens if we jump
while she's out there?

She'd be ripped off the hull
in a matter of nanoseconds.

She saved our lives!

Yeah, she did.

So let's not ruin it by
getting ourselves killed.

There's still time.

Let's go get her.

I'm on my way.

--Seriously?
--Yes!

This is a mistake,
and you know it.

Do I?

Risking our asses for
a piece of hardware?

A valuable
piece of hard--

Sure!

But not irreplaceable,
unlike our lives.

Looks like we've got components
for two more full suits.

The rest are just spare parts.

I'll go.

So will I.

How much time till
the next EM pulse,

like the one that
hit the Android?

There were about 45 minutes
between the last two,

but that doesn't mean that
another one won't happen sooner.

I guess we won't hang around
to admire the view, then.

What the hell...?

The FTL drive is powering up.

Son of a bitch.

Three, what the
hell are you doing?

Saving your life.

You can thank me later.

Why didn't we jump?

It's not the
normal FTL start-up,

it's the Android's
work-around.

Once it's complete, we'll jump.

It'll just take a few minutes.

All right.

We're locked out.

Let me try.

Open this door.

I'm not gonna ask twice.

Well, then I'll only
answer once: No.

This isn't your call.

This was the plan
that we all agreed to.

It's why the Android
wrote the work-around.

If something went wrong,
we were gonna jump.

Something went wrong.

We can save her.

You sound very emotional.

Why don't you just calm down,
we'll talk about it

once we get
to the space station.

I think I've got it.

--Ready?
--Yeah

Or now.

We could talk about this now.

You're outgunned.

How d'you figure?

I got her and tiny,
he's got you.

Don't worry about
Three, aim at Four.

What?

Why?

His guns aren't loaded.

Like hell they're not.

I was nervous about the way you
were looking at me ever since

I told you about my dreams.

So I snuck into your
room and took your bullets.

Nice try.

But I keep my door locked and
no one's tampered

with my keypad.

I went through the vent.

You're bluffing.

No.

Get behind the console.

Move it!

You little brat, that was
an invasion of privacy.

I'll stay here and
keep an eye on these two.

You go get your suits on.

And you better do it fast.

Hands up.

Do it!

Is this really necessary?

Switching off her mag boots.

All right, let's go.

Alright, we're
approaching the airlock.

Might want to hurry.

Yeah.

We're in, hit it!

What's wrong?!

He's not breathing!

I'll bring the
Android back online.

She'll know what to do!

God--!

He doesn't have a pulse.

His heart stopped!

She's not waking up!

Why isn't she waking up?!

You can't give up!

It's too late.

Please stand back.

Are you okay?!

Agh!

How did you do that?

I released the electro-static
charge my nanites

had absorbed and stored.

It was...

...very satisfying.

You risked your lives
to save mine.

I don't understand.

You would've done
the same for us.

In fact, I did.

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

Have you
sabotaged this ship in any way?

No.

Do you mean
any of the passengers

on this ship any harm?

No.

Have any of the answers you've
given here today been lies?

No.

He's telling the truth.

Of course I am.

Stupid.

But if everyone's
telling the truth...

Whoever did this wiped
their own memories as well.

Why would anyone do that?

It may have been an accident.

The code was crude,
perhaps rushed.

A communal mindwipe may
not have been the intention.

So, what does this mean?

Means that finding out
whoever did this

is gonna be next to impossible.

So, we move on?

We move on.

Pretty crazy day.

Can't remember one that wasn't.

So, what're we gonna do
about our two mutineers?

Well, truth is,
they didn't mean us any harm.

We felt it was worth the risk
to save the Android,

they didn't.

What about the sabotage?

The Android analyzed
the part she replaced.

Turns out it
really was defective.

There was no sabotage.

Anchor me.

I've been thinking.

Why would whoever did this
target our memories?

W-W-What was their endgame?

Well, Five seemed
to think it was because

we were "dangerous."

Yeah, but dangerous how?

As far as I can tell, dangerous
in every sense of the word.

No, I know, I just--

We've all got
bounties on our heads.

If you wanted
to capture us, to subdue us,

what would be
the best way to do it?

There's got to be easier ways
than erasing our memories.

What if what
he actually wanted to do

was only target part of them.

"He"?

Look, we may have
lost our memories,

but I think it's
pretty safe to say

that we didn't lose
our personalities.

And there's only one person on
this ship who's made no bones

about looking out
for number one.

So, looking out for you?

You know what I mean.

He wants to sell the ship.

He could care less
about the "team."

I understand the need to
want to make sense of all of this,

but you have to make peace
with the fact that

we'll probably never know.

And throwing around
accusations isn't going to help.

Your mind would be
better put to other pursuits.

Sorry.

I should--

Six wanted me to...

Goodnight...

Good evening, everyone.

This is your report from the bridge.

Ship's engines are operating
within acceptable parameters.

At current rate
of travel, we should be arriving

in approximately
11 hours and 23 minutes.

I've programmed an eight a.m.
wake-up call for the crew

to ensure you'll all be
ready by the time

we dock at the station.

Tomorrow's breakfast
will be comprised of

hydrated protein packets,
bacon and egg flavor,

as well as orange juice.

Hey! Knock it off!

Goodnight.

Goodnight!

I'm looking for
a ship called The Raza.

I hear it may've come
through here a while back.

Lots of ships come through here.

This one's special.

I've been trying to catch up
to it for some time now.

I've got some unfinished
business with someone on board.

You're free to ask around.

If you make it worth my while,
I can ask around for you.

What's your name?

Corso.

The name's Jace Corso.

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