Dark Matter (2015–2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
The lookalike for One goes on the attack, only to reveal a disturbing truth about his doppelganger.
[NARRATOR]
Previously on Dark Matter.
[ONE]
We all woke up just like you,
no idea who we are
or how we got here.
[SIX]
But the truth is, we're nothing
but a bunch of
low-life mercenaries.
[ONE] You want one of us
to go out there
in the deadly radiation storm?
[SIX screams]
It would appear your
memories were targeted.
So someone in this room
wiped our memories.
[JACE] I'm looking for
a ship called the Raza.
What's your name?
Corso.
The name's Jace Corso.
[TWO] We can spend
some quality time
getting to know each other.
[TWO]
I just think our lives
are complicated enough
right now, don't you think?
[ONE]
Of course.
[sighs]
[FIVE] I'm gonna buy myself
a pair of goggles,
some work gloves, and a brand
new micro-gauge plasma cutter
with a rotating
tholium-carbide head.
You'll cut your
hands off, kid.
What are you gonna buy?
A curvy redhead.
[ONE]
Let's keep it classy.
Okay.
A brunette
with a sexy accent.
I want meat.
Y'know, real meat,
not this vat-grown stuff.
Amen.
[FOUR]
We should consider
putting the money
to better use--
Maybe upgrading the
ship's defenses.
All right, knock
yourself out with that,
but, uh... I'm gonna
buy myself something nice.
And limber.
[TWO]
Okay, I've run the numbers.
[SIX] So, how much do
we have to spend?
Well, after refueling,
repair costs, and docking fees
we're left with exactly zero.
[SIX]
What?
Not even enough
for goggles?
Or a nice meal?
Or a redhead?
[TWO]
Sorry, guys. We're broke.
Now hang on a second.
You said those Mikkei guys
gave you a nice bonus
for setting up
that mining deal.
They did, just not enough.
How do we know
you didn't skim, hm?
Ferrous offered me more
to abandon you, remember?
What if we refuel,
but not... fully refuel?
We're not skimping on fuel.
I mean, do we
really need to fix
the meteorite
damage to the hull?
Or repairs.
What we need to do is find
a buyer for those weapons.
All right I'll look around.
I thought you were leaving.
I am, just... not yet.
What, you had time
to sleep on it?
First, you want me to go,
now, you want me to stay,
you know, it's awfully
confusing, doll.
I never had
an opinion either way.
Okay, that is both insulting
and... very insulting.
Now do you still want me
to ask around or what?
[TWO]
I want you both to ask around.
--Well, nah, I work solo.
--Nah, we don't--
[TWO chuckles]
That's great.
You guys are
gonna make a great team.
The rest of us
can look around the ship,
see if we can find
anything else worth selling.
[THE ANDROID]
We're making our approach.
Here we go.
[ONE] Are we sure
this is a good idea?
We are wanted criminals.
I filed for docking papers
under a false registration.
We should be fine, as long
as we keep a low profile.
[ONE] I'm not exactly sure
that's in our skill set.
Yeah, first things first, guys.
We gotta get on
that space station
without setting off
any alarm bells.
Or getting blasted to scrag.
[THE ANDROID] They're scanning
our registration now, standby.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Security scan complete.
We've been cleared to dock.
[ALL sigh]
[TWO]
All right. Take us in.
You should know, weapons
are prohibited on the station.
[THREE]
Fine.
Okay.
Let's meet in the airlock
in twenty minutes.
Don't forget your comms.
[FIVE] Hey, you find
anything worth selling?
No.
[FIVE]
Okay, well, um, if you do...
...let us know.
[rumbling]
We've docked.
[ONE] Why'd you
ask me to tag along?
'Cause I don't
trust him for a second
and I need you to keep
an eye on him for me.
Can you do that?
Sure.
[THREE] Why'd you
pair me with Pretty Boy?
Because I don't trust him
and I need you to keep an eye on him.
Think you can do that?
Hell yeah.
Your order's up here.
[THREE] All right, see you guys
back in the ship.
Let's go, sidekick.
Okay, big guy,
we can take it from here.
What do you mean?
You're going to the clinic
to get that arm checked out.
Ah, no, it's fine.
Hey, any crispier and you could
serve it with a side of slaw.
Now go.
Well, looks like
it's just us girls.
[THREE] Why don't you let me
do the talking, Pretty Boy?
[ONE] I couldn't
stop you if I tried.
[THREE chuckles]
Couple whiskies.
House blend and a beer.
[THREE] Wonder if
you could help us out?
We're looking to move
some merchandise.
Hardware and equipment
for someone aiming
to make a statement.
--We're selling guns.
--Seriously?
Know anyone who might
be interested in buying them?
Not off the top of my head.
But... I could ask around,
for a finder's fee.
--Nah, that's--
--Works for us.
[BARTENDER]
Okay.
I'll make some calls.
Where can I find you?
Over there.
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Height, weight, skin color...
Hey, uh... I need to see a doctor.
Take a number.
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by artificial entities
requires the use of
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[WOMAN coughing]
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[TWO]
Not bad.
Enough to buy us all
a couple of nice dinners.
Where's the pea?
You tell me.
There.
It's there.
See how easy this is?
Even a child could do it.
Where's the pea?
You tell me.
That one!
Yeah, there.
Kid's a natural.
Where's the pea?
You tell me.
It's in your left hand.
[GAMBLER]
Here you go, kid.
Thanks, mister!
How did you do that?
I don't know. I think
I may've played before.
What're you looking at?
An opportunity.
Come on.
[THREE grunts]
Ahh...
[laughs]
Arghh!
[sighs]
Are you always this "charming"?
You know what
your problem is?
The fact that I'm
stuck with a selfish,
self-centered know-it-all
for a shipmate?
She's not so bad.
I'm not talking about her.
You're soft.
Like on the planet
with those miners,
or going topside
to save the robot.
You think with your heart and
not your head; it's dangerous.
You know, if it was just
your life on the line, man,
who cares?
But one day, you're gonna
get somebody killed.
How exactly?
By convincing them that
you actually make sense.
Y'know, if this week
has taught me anything,
it's that stupid is catchy.
So, what, I'm gonna infect
them with my empathy
and concern for others?
Yeah, in a nutshell.
And I say you're the
dangerous one,
because you don't care
about anyone but yourself.
--[THREE] Mm.
--You can't be trusted.
You don't think
I got your back?
My back. My front.
The inside of my head.
So you're saying
that it was me
who screwed with
everyone's memories?
I think that if anyone
was gonna sell us out,
it'd be you, yeah.
[BARTENDER]
Hey, I got you a buyer.
Everyone else has left.
I know.
Are you planning on
meeting up with them?
No. I have some
personal matters to attend to.
Research.
The ship is now net-linked to
the space station's data hub.
[FOUR sighs]
Information is accessible via
the individual work stations
at your quarters.
That's good to know, but I need
to speak with someone.
Well, maybe I can help.
I not only function as a roaming
access point to the data hub,
but am also
conversant-search capable.
I also possess psychological
and psychiatric subroutines
should you feel the need
for therapeutic counseling.
Are you feeling depressed?
Lonely?
I'm fine. Thank you.
I'm at your disposal
should you reconsider.
[air hissing]
[ONE] I don't know what
you're getting so upset about.
I thought we were being
honest with each other.
Nah, I was offering
constructive criticism.
--You were being petty.
--I was not being petty.
--Yes, you were...
--I was 100% sincere
when I said I find you
completely untrustworthy.
[THREE]
Based on what, exactly?
--Huh?!
--I think this is it.
No, I wanna know.
What makes rne untrustworthy?
[ONE]
Guess we're early.
Huh?
[sighs]
Fine.
Process of elimination.
Meaning?
Somehow, someway, that kid
had all of our memories
downloaded
into her subconscious.
They drift up in
dribs and drabs.
And she remembers
someone, one of us,
screwing with
the stasis pods.
Now why would
anyone do that?
How's this
for a theory:
someone takes all of us
out of commission
so they can steal the ship
and whatever else is on board.
Who's the most likely suspect?
I doubt it's the kid.
Six seems to have
a conscience.
I know
it's not me--
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't know that.
We all passed
the lie detector test.
For all we know,
you were the one planning
to cut our throats
in our sleep.
After all, you were
the first one to wake up.
Tsk. That's awful
convenient, isn't it?
Guess we'll have
to agree to disagree.
Screw that.
I don't agree to anything.
[THREE grunts]
[THREE coughs]
[THREE gasps]
What the hell?
[grunts] What's going on?
Where are we? Huh?
You're asking the guy
who's tied up with you.
Great.
Oh, this is fantastic.
Nice to see you
keeping a positive attitude.
I was being sarcastic.
Yeah, so was I.
Where do you get off
copping an attitude like that?!
This is your fault!
How is it my fault
we're both sitting here?!
'Cause if I was alone, I never
would've been taken by surprise.
[THREE grunts]
Whoa, whoa-whoa!
These wires are
cutting right into me!
[THREE yells]
Look, we can either
sit here arguing
or we can work to get
out of this together.
What's it gonna be?
Fine.
We'll work together to get out
of this, and then we'll argue.
[ONE]
All right.
Let's try to shift
over to that door.
When we're close enough,
I'll head-butt the console.
Then, when we're
in the corridor,
we'll yell until
help comes, okay?
That sounds
like a plan.
[ONE]
All right.
At the count of
three, we shift.
One...
Two...
Three!
[BOTH yell]
--[ONE] Whoa!
--[THREE grunts]
[THREE]
Oh, fantastic!
Just perfect!
Yes, I was being
sarcastic again!
Okay. I think this one.
Are you sure?
No, but I... have a feeling?
Ah, your feelings have
paid off before.
Yeah, sorry, kid, there's no
way you're old enough to play.
Unless, of course, you're
under proper adult supervision.
[PAWNBROKER]
What can I do for you?
What can you tell
me about this?
Hah!
You had me
going there.
This is an
impressive knock-off.
At first glance, I'd
swear it was the real thing.
Yeah, what is it?
'Course, it can't be.
For starters, I doubt a
descendant of the Ishida line
would be all the
way out here,
in the middle of nowhere,
hocking their family--
This is-This is genuine.
Where did you get it?
I found it.
Y-You found it? This is-- This
is not something you "find,"
it's something you
kill to acquire.
I-I want no part of it.
Sorry, we're
closing early.
[FOUR]
At least give me some--
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How cool is that?
[coughs]
[FIVE]
Maybe we should quit
while we've still
got something left.
What's it
gonna be, kid?
U-Um... Ah...
Take another card.
Let me take over.
[THREE]
Okay, do me a favor.
Next time you have
one of your great ideas,
keep it to yourself.
Or I could share
it with someone
who can follow
a simple instruction.
[THREE]
Yeah, like what?
Like shift.
--I shifted.
--You didn't shift. You tilted.
If you'd shifted,
we'd be out of--
--I shifted!
--Okay, great! You shifted.
Great. Good job.
This turned out
just like I'd planned.
How long do you think before
the others come looking for us?
You mean, if they
come looking for us.
[ONE] Why wouldn't they
come looking for us?
[ONE laughs]
They may not come
looking for you,
but they'd sure come
looking for me.
What do you mean, they'd
look for you and not for me?
You told everyone
you were leaving.
That was before.
I changed my mind.
Yeah, well, you
change your mind a lot.
--You're very mercurial.
--No, you're mercurial.
You don't even know
--what mercurial is.
--Sure I do.
Okay...
It means shut
the hell up!
[door hisses]
[MAN] Took a while for the
gas to clear out of here.
[ONE] Hey, buddy,
would you mind telling us
what this is about?
[MAN] I'd be happy to
answer all your questions.
Just as soon as you
answer a couple of mine.
Who are you? What the hell
are you doing with my face?
So, tell me.
--Who are you?
--l'm Jace Corso.
No.
I'm Jace Corso.
Which makes
you... not.
So the question is:
How is this possible?
At first, I thought you were
just someone who kinda looked
like me, not enough to
fool anyone who knew me
but enough to bluff
anyone who didn't.
Now, taking a closer look,
I see that's not the case.
We're identical.
So what could it be?
Clone's a logical guess.
The tech exists. But to pull
that off, you'd have to scan me,
and... you can't do that
without my noticing.
Besides, dupes have an average
shelf life of two to three days
and I've been trying to
chase you down for months.
No, you're
not a clone.
The only other possibility,
besides long lost twin,
is reconstructive surgery.
You paid someone a lot of money
to make you look just like me.
What can I say?
I'm flattered you think
so highly of this handsome mug
that you'd go through
the trouble.
But I'm still curious.
Yeah, so am I.
How's that?
I woke up from stasis on
board a ship with no memory
of how I got there
or who I was.
I don't remember anything.
[JACE] And you expect me
to buy that?
Honestly, no.
But, it's--
[THREE]
He's telling the truth.
Wasn't just him,
it was our entire crew.
We all just had our
memories wiped clean.
Okay, let's say I believe
you, which I don't,
but... let's say I do.
What's my next move?
Just send you on your way,
let you keep being me?
I'm not you.
Look, I'm as confused as
you are, I want answers, too.
Okay, this-this
may seem obvious
but I'm just gonna
throw it out there.
Your beef is with him.
I'm just an
innocent bystander.
Maybe.
Then again, maybe not.
So why don't you sit tight,
let the adults talk.
Even though I don't
have my memories,
I might be able to help
you figure this out.
And how're you
gonna do that?
How about you
start by telling me
how you found out someone
stole your identity?
[ANNOUNCER]
If you're tired of boring,
repetitive or even
unpleasant dreams...
Hi, just wondering
when the doctor's
gonna be able
to see me?
It shouldn't be long.
Take a number.
I already
took a number
which is...
why I'm asking.
It shouldn't be long.
[ANNOUNCER]
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[SIX sighs]
Yes!
What's the hold-up?
--[FIVE] Hey!
--[TWO] Wh--?!
Hey!
Let's not make
a scene.
We just wanna
have a talk.
I'll be back for that.
[JACE] A while ago,
I got approached about a job.
Join a group of mercs,
help clear out a bunch of
trouble-making miners on
some independent colony.
Normally, I don't
play well with others.
I'm more of a
solo artist.
But the offer was
too rich to pass up.
Besides, I'd be working with
the crew of the legendary Raza.
I was curious to see if their
rep matched their strut.
So I accepted the offer.
The day I was supposed to join
up, the Galactic Authorities
got an anonymous tip and
raided my safehouse.
I almost got nicked.
I was on the run for a week.
When things quieted down,
I was going to reach out
to apologize for
missing the op.
I didn't want them thinking I
was unprofessional, after all.
Well, imagine my surprise when I
learned that I was actually seen
boarding The Raza with
the rest of the crew.
I checked the security footage
from the space station and,
sure enough, there I was,
getting on that damn ship.
Someone who looked
a lot like me anyway.
And I've been
chasing you ever since.
How'd you know
where to find us?
[JACE]
Educated guess.
This is the closest station
to that mining colony
in any direction.
If you were gonna
refuel after your op,
this would be the place.
And I was right.
So, any of that ring a bell?
[JACE] Jog those
missing memories?
No.
[JACE]
That's too bad.
[JACE] Do you know
what this is?
I want to say
curling iron.
[motor whirrs]
[BOTH scream]
[THREE groans]
Electric shock stick.
That was my
second guess.
[THREE] No, no, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just wait!
Let's just make a deal.
You've got my attention.
We got a crate, full of
weapons back in the ship.
So I've heard.
We're looking to
move them, right?
So... why don't you
just... take 'em?
Sell 'em all,
make a nice, tidy profit.
Just take the guns,
you don't even have to
cut us in for anything.
Then, while
you let me go,
I'll let you two solve
your personal issues.
And, ah, it's not really
my business anyway, right?
You son of a bitch!
Why you wanna
drag me into this?!
Whatever happened to empathy
and human compassion?!
[JACE]
Enough!
Think I will take those
weapons after all.
Great.
Just get me my comm and
I'll make the arrangements.
I'll make my
own arrangements.
[THREE]
No, I--
What's the problem?
[MAN]
You're cheating.
[TWO]
The hell I am.
You're counting cards.
You were counting the cards
that have been played
to improve
your odds.
That's a skill!
How is that cheating?!
It's cheating
because we say it is.
Okay, here's what's
gonna happen.
You and your little
friend here are banned
and the money you tried to
steal from us is forfeit.
Now get the hell
out of here.
--No.
--Excuse me?
[TWO] I'll take my money
and then I'll leave.
You misunderstand,
sweetheart.
You don't get
a choice.
[THE ANDROID]
You found a buyer.
[JACE]
Yep.
And you secured
a fair price?
[JACE]
Mm-hmm.
I'd caution you from
transporting that
through a secured area.
Guests are forbidden
from carrying weapons
onto the station.
Don't worry about it. If anyone
asks, I'll just say it's drugs.
I suspect that would
prove equally problematic.
You've done something
new with your hair.
It suits you.
I want my money.
That cash is forfeit.
Now this can go
one of two ways.
You can walk through that exit,
or we'll carry you out.
--[FIVE] We didn't cheat!
--Shut up.
--B-But it's not--!
--I said shut up!
[FIVE grunts]
[blows landing, grunting]
[rasps]
[grunting]
[FIVE]
Yuh... Yu... Y-You-You kill--
--Come on!
--[FIVE gasps, sobs]
[THREE] You know what
this means, don't you?
Yeah, you're gonna have to
wait on that curvy redhead.
[THREE]
It was you.
You're the one who
wiped our memories clean.
And you based this
assumption on what, exactly?
How about the fact that
you're an impostor and a liar?
And you're a
murderer and a thief
who gives his
guns pet names.
You lied to get
onto our ship
which means you were
after something
you didn't want the rest
of us to know about.
I'm sure I wasn't the
only one on that ship
with a hidden agenda.
And whatever it was I was after,
I'm sure it was a lot more
interesting than just screwing
with everyone's memories.
--Hey.
--[THREE] What?
I've got an idea.
[THREE] Ugh, what'd
I say about your ideas?
Look, we've got to
get out of here
before he comes
back and kills us.
He's not gonna kill us.
He's gonna
sell our stuff
and he's gonna hightail
it out of here.
Oh, really?
Is that what you'd
do if you were him?
What's your plan?
These wires
are metal.
If we can get close enough
to that table for me to grab
that shock stick,
I might be able go use it
to soften them enough
for us to break free.
Well, there's a couple
problems with that.
The biggest being
it's gonna hurt. A lot.
Are you saying you can't
tough it out like I can?
Ugh, let's
just do this.
All right.
At the count of
three, we shift.
--Not "tilt."
--I got it.
--Shift.
--I got it!
All right...
One, two,
three-- Shift!
[BOTH grunt]
One, two,
three, shift!
Two, three, shift!
Two, three, shift!
[ding]
[DOCTOR]
Take a seat.
I'm Dr. Ameni.
What seems to
be the trouble?
What happened?
Ah, electrical burn
doing some ship repairs.
Besides the
localized damage,
are you experiencing
any other discomfort?
Nope.
When did this happen?
Couple days ago.
We can generate a compatible
graft using your DNA,
but it'll take a
few minutes.
[SIX sighs]
[SIX] I-| thought you were just
gonna give me some ointment,
or something.
[AMENI] No, I'm afraid this is a
little beyond ointment.
[ONE]
Shift!
Two, three, shift!
Hold on! One more.
Two, three, shift!
Okay, wait!
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
[BOTH groan]
[ONE sighs]
Nice.
[ONE] We've gotta get
down on the floor.
At the count of
three, we tilt.
Okay... One, two, three, tilt!
--That was a shift.
--It was a tilt.
Let's just try it again.
One, two three, tilt!
[BOTH yell, grunt]
You got it?
Almost.
--| got it! I got it!
--Oh, good, good!
"[THREE] Okay...
--Okay...
Now just give
me like a sec--
[BOTH scream]
[AMENI]
There.
In a few days, that'll
regenerate and be fully healed.
Something wrong?
No. Everything's fine.
I'm gonna give you
something for the pain.
Oh, this won't hurt a bit.
Good.
[screams]
[AMENI groans]
[AMENI grunts]
Damn...
Doc says he'll let you
know when he's ready.
Is anyone else
back yet?
--Yes, I believe--
--[SIX] Hey, we have to go.
Now!
One, Three,
please respond.
How severely did you injure
the men who attacked you?
I was pretty thorough.
[FOUR]
And the doctor?
Oh, he's just unconscious,
but that's not the point.
For some reason, the DNA
scan he ran flagged me.
How about the reason being
you're a wanted criminal?
I'm sure there are a
lot of wanted criminals
on that station.
We have to go.
One, Three, we have
a situation here.
We need you to get back to
the ship immediately.
Please respond.
Given the
circumstances,
perhaps we should consider
leaving them behind.
We can't.
[FOUR] Three made it clear that
he intended to go his own way.
[TWO]
He's all talk.
Besides, if he was
actually going to leave,
he would have made a
bigger deal about it.
Subtle he is not.
And what if they
sold the weapons
and decided to keep the
money for themselves?
No, no.
Three, maybe.
Hell, probably.
But One? No way.
He may not have
had a choice.
He could've been deceived,
or rendered unconscious,
perhaps even killed.
One, Three, this is Two.
Please respond.
[ONE, THREE scream]
God! There's gotta
be another way!
I think they're
weakening.
[THREE]
Okay, just hang on.
--Hang on.
--Just one more.
Hang on, hang on.
Just let me catch my--
[BOTH scream]
It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.
There's just one more thing
I need to take care of.
Something the matter?
One, Three,
answer me.
[sirens sound]
What is that?
It's the space station's
security alarm.
Oh, damn it...
Get us out of here.
[sirens sound]
I'll prepare the coordinates
for a jump to FTL.
[ONE}
Go! We gotta go!
Is everyone here?!
We're already on
our way, One.
[THREE]
We noticed.
[TWO] Why the hell weren't
you answering your comms?!
We were gonna
leave without you.
W-We lost them.
How?!
How much did you
get for the weapons?
Nothing.
Nothing?
Where are they?
They're gone. We were...
[stammers]
Jumped, by
half a dozen men.
Yeah, he got knocked out,
played dead.
So I took the
rest on myself.
I was doing all right, too,
until the seventh guy,
he... snuck up behind me,
clocked me right in the head,
I went down.
We lost our comms
and all the guns.
Is that really
how it happened?
More or less.
I... couldn't see everything
because I was down on the floor.
Yeah...
With my... eyes closed.
[THREE]
Hmph.
Yeah, as much as I'd love to
hear the rest of this story,
we got more important
things to do...
...like getting the
hell outta here.
Jumping to FTL.
[lock beeps]
Jace Corso.
I was wondering
when you'd show up.
Don't call me that.
[THREE] No? Hmm.
What do you prefer?
One.
[THREE]
One. Okay, One.
[THREE chuckles]
What can I
do for you?
How about you tell me
why you covered for me?
Why didn't you tell them
what really happened
at the space station?
How do you think the rest
of the crew will react
when they find out that
you're an impostor?
And that you're most
probably the guy who screwed
with all of our memories?
I didn't screw with
anyone's memories.
[THREE] Can't be
sure though, can you?
People are gonna
make educated guesses.
And when they do...
Hmm .
What d 'you think?
They gonna stuff you in
the airlock and space you?
They could abandon you
on a barren planet
to freeze
your ass off.
Or I'm thinking maybe--
What do you want?
I just want your
support moving forward.
Crew votes, debates,
lunch decisions.
You follow my lead.
From here on in,
we agree to agree.
Hey.
Hey.
We should talk about what
happened on the space station.
That's okay.
I really think--
I don't wanna
talk about it.
He--
What's wrong
with her?
[TWO]
Nothing.
She's perfectly normal.
Which is a problem
on this ship.
[TWO sighs]
So, I've been doing the
math in my head
and correct me if I'm wrong,
but... we managed to refuel,
but didn't have time to effect
repairs or resupply and restock.
We lost the weapons, so we
didn't get anything for 'em.
We sold the other stuff and
did get money for 'em,
but it was confiscated
at the casino?
[sighs]
So, bottom line:
we're worse off than
we were 24 hours ago.
We also missed an opportunity
to do some research
while we had access to the
station's information hub.
Maybe next time.
[TWO]
Yeah.
For now, we're back
to square one,
and our pasts
remain a mystery.
[NEWS ANCHORWOMAN] The fallout
from the assassination of
Emperor lshida Tatsuyo
continues to be felt
throughout C sector,
as forces from the
Principality of Zairon
and the neighboring
Republic of Pyr remain
on war footing.
Several multi-corps have
dispatched destroyers
to the disputed region to
safeguard transit passages.
Representatives of the Galactic
Authority say they will offer
humanitarian aid to refugees
fleeing the area, but thus far,
have characterized
the standoff as
"a regional conflict between
two independent territories"
and dismissed the possibility
of direct military involvement.
Meanwhile, the search continues
for Emperor lshida's murderer,
purported to be his own son,
Crown Prince lshida Ryo.
Since the Emperor's death, the
Crown Prince has been implicated
in the deaths and disfigurements
of almost one hundred people.
He is on the run and is
considered, armed, unstable,
and extremely dangerous.
Previously on Dark Matter.
[ONE]
We all woke up just like you,
no idea who we are
or how we got here.
[SIX]
But the truth is, we're nothing
but a bunch of
low-life mercenaries.
[ONE] You want one of us
to go out there
in the deadly radiation storm?
[SIX screams]
It would appear your
memories were targeted.
So someone in this room
wiped our memories.
[JACE] I'm looking for
a ship called the Raza.
What's your name?
Corso.
The name's Jace Corso.
[TWO] We can spend
some quality time
getting to know each other.
[TWO]
I just think our lives
are complicated enough
right now, don't you think?
[ONE]
Of course.
[sighs]
[FIVE] I'm gonna buy myself
a pair of goggles,
some work gloves, and a brand
new micro-gauge plasma cutter
with a rotating
tholium-carbide head.
You'll cut your
hands off, kid.
What are you gonna buy?
A curvy redhead.
[ONE]
Let's keep it classy.
Okay.
A brunette
with a sexy accent.
I want meat.
Y'know, real meat,
not this vat-grown stuff.
Amen.
[FOUR]
We should consider
putting the money
to better use--
Maybe upgrading the
ship's defenses.
All right, knock
yourself out with that,
but, uh... I'm gonna
buy myself something nice.
And limber.
[TWO]
Okay, I've run the numbers.
[SIX] So, how much do
we have to spend?
Well, after refueling,
repair costs, and docking fees
we're left with exactly zero.
[SIX]
What?
Not even enough
for goggles?
Or a nice meal?
Or a redhead?
[TWO]
Sorry, guys. We're broke.
Now hang on a second.
You said those Mikkei guys
gave you a nice bonus
for setting up
that mining deal.
They did, just not enough.
How do we know
you didn't skim, hm?
Ferrous offered me more
to abandon you, remember?
What if we refuel,
but not... fully refuel?
We're not skimping on fuel.
I mean, do we
really need to fix
the meteorite
damage to the hull?
Or repairs.
What we need to do is find
a buyer for those weapons.
All right I'll look around.
I thought you were leaving.
I am, just... not yet.
What, you had time
to sleep on it?
First, you want me to go,
now, you want me to stay,
you know, it's awfully
confusing, doll.
I never had
an opinion either way.
Okay, that is both insulting
and... very insulting.
Now do you still want me
to ask around or what?
[TWO]
I want you both to ask around.
--Well, nah, I work solo.
--Nah, we don't--
[TWO chuckles]
That's great.
You guys are
gonna make a great team.
The rest of us
can look around the ship,
see if we can find
anything else worth selling.
[THE ANDROID]
We're making our approach.
Here we go.
[ONE] Are we sure
this is a good idea?
We are wanted criminals.
I filed for docking papers
under a false registration.
We should be fine, as long
as we keep a low profile.
[ONE] I'm not exactly sure
that's in our skill set.
Yeah, first things first, guys.
We gotta get on
that space station
without setting off
any alarm bells.
Or getting blasted to scrag.
[THE ANDROID] They're scanning
our registration now, standby.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Security scan complete.
We've been cleared to dock.
[ALL sigh]
[TWO]
All right. Take us in.
You should know, weapons
are prohibited on the station.
[THREE]
Fine.
Okay.
Let's meet in the airlock
in twenty minutes.
Don't forget your comms.
[FIVE] Hey, you find
anything worth selling?
No.
[FIVE]
Okay, well, um, if you do...
...let us know.
[rumbling]
We've docked.
[ONE] Why'd you
ask me to tag along?
'Cause I don't
trust him for a second
and I need you to keep
an eye on him for me.
Can you do that?
Sure.
[THREE] Why'd you
pair me with Pretty Boy?
Because I don't trust him
and I need you to keep an eye on him.
Think you can do that?
Hell yeah.
Your order's up here.
[THREE] All right, see you guys
back in the ship.
Let's go, sidekick.
Okay, big guy,
we can take it from here.
What do you mean?
You're going to the clinic
to get that arm checked out.
Ah, no, it's fine.
Hey, any crispier and you could
serve it with a side of slaw.
Now go.
Well, looks like
it's just us girls.
[THREE] Why don't you let me
do the talking, Pretty Boy?
[ONE] I couldn't
stop you if I tried.
[THREE chuckles]
Couple whiskies.
House blend and a beer.
[THREE] Wonder if
you could help us out?
We're looking to move
some merchandise.
Hardware and equipment
for someone aiming
to make a statement.
--We're selling guns.
--Seriously?
Know anyone who might
be interested in buying them?
Not off the top of my head.
But... I could ask around,
for a finder's fee.
--Nah, that's--
--Works for us.
[BARTENDER]
Okay.
I'll make some calls.
Where can I find you?
Over there.
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[TWO]
Not bad.
Enough to buy us all
a couple of nice dinners.
Where's the pea?
You tell me.
There.
It's there.
See how easy this is?
Even a child could do it.
Where's the pea?
You tell me.
That one!
Yeah, there.
Kid's a natural.
Where's the pea?
You tell me.
It's in your left hand.
[GAMBLER]
Here you go, kid.
Thanks, mister!
How did you do that?
I don't know. I think
I may've played before.
What're you looking at?
An opportunity.
Come on.
[THREE grunts]
Ahh...
[laughs]
Arghh!
[sighs]
Are you always this "charming"?
You know what
your problem is?
The fact that I'm
stuck with a selfish,
self-centered know-it-all
for a shipmate?
She's not so bad.
I'm not talking about her.
You're soft.
Like on the planet
with those miners,
or going topside
to save the robot.
You think with your heart and
not your head; it's dangerous.
You know, if it was just
your life on the line, man,
who cares?
But one day, you're gonna
get somebody killed.
How exactly?
By convincing them that
you actually make sense.
Y'know, if this week
has taught me anything,
it's that stupid is catchy.
So, what, I'm gonna infect
them with my empathy
and concern for others?
Yeah, in a nutshell.
And I say you're the
dangerous one,
because you don't care
about anyone but yourself.
--[THREE] Mm.
--You can't be trusted.
You don't think
I got your back?
My back. My front.
The inside of my head.
So you're saying
that it was me
who screwed with
everyone's memories?
I think that if anyone
was gonna sell us out,
it'd be you, yeah.
[BARTENDER]
Hey, I got you a buyer.
Everyone else has left.
I know.
Are you planning on
meeting up with them?
No. I have some
personal matters to attend to.
Research.
The ship is now net-linked to
the space station's data hub.
[FOUR sighs]
Information is accessible via
the individual work stations
at your quarters.
That's good to know, but I need
to speak with someone.
Well, maybe I can help.
I not only function as a roaming
access point to the data hub,
but am also
conversant-search capable.
I also possess psychological
and psychiatric subroutines
should you feel the need
for therapeutic counseling.
Are you feeling depressed?
Lonely?
I'm fine. Thank you.
I'm at your disposal
should you reconsider.
[air hissing]
[ONE] I don't know what
you're getting so upset about.
I thought we were being
honest with each other.
Nah, I was offering
constructive criticism.
--You were being petty.
--I was not being petty.
--Yes, you were...
--I was 100% sincere
when I said I find you
completely untrustworthy.
[THREE]
Based on what, exactly?
--Huh?!
--I think this is it.
No, I wanna know.
What makes rne untrustworthy?
[ONE]
Guess we're early.
Huh?
[sighs]
Fine.
Process of elimination.
Meaning?
Somehow, someway, that kid
had all of our memories
downloaded
into her subconscious.
They drift up in
dribs and drabs.
And she remembers
someone, one of us,
screwing with
the stasis pods.
Now why would
anyone do that?
How's this
for a theory:
someone takes all of us
out of commission
so they can steal the ship
and whatever else is on board.
Who's the most likely suspect?
I doubt it's the kid.
Six seems to have
a conscience.
I know
it's not me--
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't know that.
We all passed
the lie detector test.
For all we know,
you were the one planning
to cut our throats
in our sleep.
After all, you were
the first one to wake up.
Tsk. That's awful
convenient, isn't it?
Guess we'll have
to agree to disagree.
Screw that.
I don't agree to anything.
[THREE grunts]
[THREE coughs]
[THREE gasps]
What the hell?
[grunts] What's going on?
Where are we? Huh?
You're asking the guy
who's tied up with you.
Great.
Oh, this is fantastic.
Nice to see you
keeping a positive attitude.
I was being sarcastic.
Yeah, so was I.
Where do you get off
copping an attitude like that?!
This is your fault!
How is it my fault
we're both sitting here?!
'Cause if I was alone, I never
would've been taken by surprise.
[THREE grunts]
Whoa, whoa-whoa!
These wires are
cutting right into me!
[THREE yells]
Look, we can either
sit here arguing
or we can work to get
out of this together.
What's it gonna be?
Fine.
We'll work together to get out
of this, and then we'll argue.
[ONE]
All right.
Let's try to shift
over to that door.
When we're close enough,
I'll head-butt the console.
Then, when we're
in the corridor,
we'll yell until
help comes, okay?
That sounds
like a plan.
[ONE]
All right.
At the count of
three, we shift.
One...
Two...
Three!
[BOTH yell]
--[ONE] Whoa!
--[THREE grunts]
[THREE]
Oh, fantastic!
Just perfect!
Yes, I was being
sarcastic again!
Okay. I think this one.
Are you sure?
No, but I... have a feeling?
Ah, your feelings have
paid off before.
Yeah, sorry, kid, there's no
way you're old enough to play.
Unless, of course, you're
under proper adult supervision.
[PAWNBROKER]
What can I do for you?
What can you tell
me about this?
Hah!
You had me
going there.
This is an
impressive knock-off.
At first glance, I'd
swear it was the real thing.
Yeah, what is it?
'Course, it can't be.
For starters, I doubt a
descendant of the Ishida line
would be all the
way out here,
in the middle of nowhere,
hocking their family--
This is-This is genuine.
Where did you get it?
I found it.
Y-You found it? This is-- This
is not something you "find,"
it's something you
kill to acquire.
I-I want no part of it.
Sorry, we're
closing early.
[FOUR]
At least give me some--
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How cool is that?
[coughs]
[FIVE]
Maybe we should quit
while we've still
got something left.
What's it
gonna be, kid?
U-Um... Ah...
Take another card.
Let me take over.
[THREE]
Okay, do me a favor.
Next time you have
one of your great ideas,
keep it to yourself.
Or I could share
it with someone
who can follow
a simple instruction.
[THREE]
Yeah, like what?
Like shift.
--I shifted.
--You didn't shift. You tilted.
If you'd shifted,
we'd be out of--
--I shifted!
--Okay, great! You shifted.
Great. Good job.
This turned out
just like I'd planned.
How long do you think before
the others come looking for us?
You mean, if they
come looking for us.
[ONE] Why wouldn't they
come looking for us?
[ONE laughs]
They may not come
looking for you,
but they'd sure come
looking for me.
What do you mean, they'd
look for you and not for me?
You told everyone
you were leaving.
That was before.
I changed my mind.
Yeah, well, you
change your mind a lot.
--You're very mercurial.
--No, you're mercurial.
You don't even know
--what mercurial is.
--Sure I do.
Okay...
It means shut
the hell up!
[door hisses]
[MAN] Took a while for the
gas to clear out of here.
[ONE] Hey, buddy,
would you mind telling us
what this is about?
[MAN] I'd be happy to
answer all your questions.
Just as soon as you
answer a couple of mine.
Who are you? What the hell
are you doing with my face?
So, tell me.
--Who are you?
--l'm Jace Corso.
No.
I'm Jace Corso.
Which makes
you... not.
So the question is:
How is this possible?
At first, I thought you were
just someone who kinda looked
like me, not enough to
fool anyone who knew me
but enough to bluff
anyone who didn't.
Now, taking a closer look,
I see that's not the case.
We're identical.
So what could it be?
Clone's a logical guess.
The tech exists. But to pull
that off, you'd have to scan me,
and... you can't do that
without my noticing.
Besides, dupes have an average
shelf life of two to three days
and I've been trying to
chase you down for months.
No, you're
not a clone.
The only other possibility,
besides long lost twin,
is reconstructive surgery.
You paid someone a lot of money
to make you look just like me.
What can I say?
I'm flattered you think
so highly of this handsome mug
that you'd go through
the trouble.
But I'm still curious.
Yeah, so am I.
How's that?
I woke up from stasis on
board a ship with no memory
of how I got there
or who I was.
I don't remember anything.
[JACE] And you expect me
to buy that?
Honestly, no.
But, it's--
[THREE]
He's telling the truth.
Wasn't just him,
it was our entire crew.
We all just had our
memories wiped clean.
Okay, let's say I believe
you, which I don't,
but... let's say I do.
What's my next move?
Just send you on your way,
let you keep being me?
I'm not you.
Look, I'm as confused as
you are, I want answers, too.
Okay, this-this
may seem obvious
but I'm just gonna
throw it out there.
Your beef is with him.
I'm just an
innocent bystander.
Maybe.
Then again, maybe not.
So why don't you sit tight,
let the adults talk.
Even though I don't
have my memories,
I might be able to help
you figure this out.
And how're you
gonna do that?
How about you
start by telling me
how you found out someone
stole your identity?
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I already
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which is...
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It shouldn't be long.
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[SIX sighs]
Yes!
What's the hold-up?
--[FIVE] Hey!
--[TWO] Wh--?!
Hey!
Let's not make
a scene.
We just wanna
have a talk.
I'll be back for that.
[JACE] A while ago,
I got approached about a job.
Join a group of mercs,
help clear out a bunch of
trouble-making miners on
some independent colony.
Normally, I don't
play well with others.
I'm more of a
solo artist.
But the offer was
too rich to pass up.
Besides, I'd be working with
the crew of the legendary Raza.
I was curious to see if their
rep matched their strut.
So I accepted the offer.
The day I was supposed to join
up, the Galactic Authorities
got an anonymous tip and
raided my safehouse.
I almost got nicked.
I was on the run for a week.
When things quieted down,
I was going to reach out
to apologize for
missing the op.
I didn't want them thinking I
was unprofessional, after all.
Well, imagine my surprise when I
learned that I was actually seen
boarding The Raza with
the rest of the crew.
I checked the security footage
from the space station and,
sure enough, there I was,
getting on that damn ship.
Someone who looked
a lot like me anyway.
And I've been
chasing you ever since.
How'd you know
where to find us?
[JACE]
Educated guess.
This is the closest station
to that mining colony
in any direction.
If you were gonna
refuel after your op,
this would be the place.
And I was right.
So, any of that ring a bell?
[JACE] Jog those
missing memories?
No.
[JACE]
That's too bad.
[JACE] Do you know
what this is?
I want to say
curling iron.
[motor whirrs]
[BOTH scream]
[THREE groans]
Electric shock stick.
That was my
second guess.
[THREE] No, no, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just wait!
Let's just make a deal.
You've got my attention.
We got a crate, full of
weapons back in the ship.
So I've heard.
We're looking to
move them, right?
So... why don't you
just... take 'em?
Sell 'em all,
make a nice, tidy profit.
Just take the guns,
you don't even have to
cut us in for anything.
Then, while
you let me go,
I'll let you two solve
your personal issues.
And, ah, it's not really
my business anyway, right?
You son of a bitch!
Why you wanna
drag me into this?!
Whatever happened to empathy
and human compassion?!
[JACE]
Enough!
Think I will take those
weapons after all.
Great.
Just get me my comm and
I'll make the arrangements.
I'll make my
own arrangements.
[THREE]
No, I--
What's the problem?
[MAN]
You're cheating.
[TWO]
The hell I am.
You're counting cards.
You were counting the cards
that have been played
to improve
your odds.
That's a skill!
How is that cheating?!
It's cheating
because we say it is.
Okay, here's what's
gonna happen.
You and your little
friend here are banned
and the money you tried to
steal from us is forfeit.
Now get the hell
out of here.
--No.
--Excuse me?
[TWO] I'll take my money
and then I'll leave.
You misunderstand,
sweetheart.
You don't get
a choice.
[THE ANDROID]
You found a buyer.
[JACE]
Yep.
And you secured
a fair price?
[JACE]
Mm-hmm.
I'd caution you from
transporting that
through a secured area.
Guests are forbidden
from carrying weapons
onto the station.
Don't worry about it. If anyone
asks, I'll just say it's drugs.
I suspect that would
prove equally problematic.
You've done something
new with your hair.
It suits you.
I want my money.
That cash is forfeit.
Now this can go
one of two ways.
You can walk through that exit,
or we'll carry you out.
--[FIVE] We didn't cheat!
--Shut up.
--B-But it's not--!
--I said shut up!
[FIVE grunts]
[blows landing, grunting]
[rasps]
[grunting]
[FIVE]
Yuh... Yu... Y-You-You kill--
--Come on!
--[FIVE gasps, sobs]
[THREE] You know what
this means, don't you?
Yeah, you're gonna have to
wait on that curvy redhead.
[THREE]
It was you.
You're the one who
wiped our memories clean.
And you based this
assumption on what, exactly?
How about the fact that
you're an impostor and a liar?
And you're a
murderer and a thief
who gives his
guns pet names.
You lied to get
onto our ship
which means you were
after something
you didn't want the rest
of us to know about.
I'm sure I wasn't the
only one on that ship
with a hidden agenda.
And whatever it was I was after,
I'm sure it was a lot more
interesting than just screwing
with everyone's memories.
--Hey.
--[THREE] What?
I've got an idea.
[THREE] Ugh, what'd
I say about your ideas?
Look, we've got to
get out of here
before he comes
back and kills us.
He's not gonna kill us.
He's gonna
sell our stuff
and he's gonna hightail
it out of here.
Oh, really?
Is that what you'd
do if you were him?
What's your plan?
These wires
are metal.
If we can get close enough
to that table for me to grab
that shock stick,
I might be able go use it
to soften them enough
for us to break free.
Well, there's a couple
problems with that.
The biggest being
it's gonna hurt. A lot.
Are you saying you can't
tough it out like I can?
Ugh, let's
just do this.
All right.
At the count of
three, we shift.
--Not "tilt."
--I got it.
--Shift.
--I got it!
All right...
One, two,
three-- Shift!
[BOTH grunt]
One, two,
three, shift!
Two, three, shift!
Two, three, shift!
[ding]
[DOCTOR]
Take a seat.
I'm Dr. Ameni.
What seems to
be the trouble?
What happened?
Ah, electrical burn
doing some ship repairs.
Besides the
localized damage,
are you experiencing
any other discomfort?
Nope.
When did this happen?
Couple days ago.
We can generate a compatible
graft using your DNA,
but it'll take a
few minutes.
[SIX sighs]
[SIX] I-| thought you were just
gonna give me some ointment,
or something.
[AMENI] No, I'm afraid this is a
little beyond ointment.
[ONE]
Shift!
Two, three, shift!
Hold on! One more.
Two, three, shift!
Okay, wait!
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
[BOTH groan]
[ONE sighs]
Nice.
[ONE] We've gotta get
down on the floor.
At the count of
three, we tilt.
Okay... One, two, three, tilt!
--That was a shift.
--It was a tilt.
Let's just try it again.
One, two three, tilt!
[BOTH yell, grunt]
You got it?
Almost.
--| got it! I got it!
--Oh, good, good!
"[THREE] Okay...
--Okay...
Now just give
me like a sec--
[BOTH scream]
[AMENI]
There.
In a few days, that'll
regenerate and be fully healed.
Something wrong?
No. Everything's fine.
I'm gonna give you
something for the pain.
Oh, this won't hurt a bit.
Good.
[screams]
[AMENI groans]
[AMENI grunts]
Damn...
Doc says he'll let you
know when he's ready.
Is anyone else
back yet?
--Yes, I believe--
--[SIX] Hey, we have to go.
Now!
One, Three,
please respond.
How severely did you injure
the men who attacked you?
I was pretty thorough.
[FOUR]
And the doctor?
Oh, he's just unconscious,
but that's not the point.
For some reason, the DNA
scan he ran flagged me.
How about the reason being
you're a wanted criminal?
I'm sure there are a
lot of wanted criminals
on that station.
We have to go.
One, Three, we have
a situation here.
We need you to get back to
the ship immediately.
Please respond.
Given the
circumstances,
perhaps we should consider
leaving them behind.
We can't.
[FOUR] Three made it clear that
he intended to go his own way.
[TWO]
He's all talk.
Besides, if he was
actually going to leave,
he would have made a
bigger deal about it.
Subtle he is not.
And what if they
sold the weapons
and decided to keep the
money for themselves?
No, no.
Three, maybe.
Hell, probably.
But One? No way.
He may not have
had a choice.
He could've been deceived,
or rendered unconscious,
perhaps even killed.
One, Three, this is Two.
Please respond.
[ONE, THREE scream]
God! There's gotta
be another way!
I think they're
weakening.
[THREE]
Okay, just hang on.
--Hang on.
--Just one more.
Hang on, hang on.
Just let me catch my--
[BOTH scream]
It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.
There's just one more thing
I need to take care of.
Something the matter?
One, Three,
answer me.
[sirens sound]
What is that?
It's the space station's
security alarm.
Oh, damn it...
Get us out of here.
[sirens sound]
I'll prepare the coordinates
for a jump to FTL.
[ONE}
Go! We gotta go!
Is everyone here?!
We're already on
our way, One.
[THREE]
We noticed.
[TWO] Why the hell weren't
you answering your comms?!
We were gonna
leave without you.
W-We lost them.
How?!
How much did you
get for the weapons?
Nothing.
Nothing?
Where are they?
They're gone. We were...
[stammers]
Jumped, by
half a dozen men.
Yeah, he got knocked out,
played dead.
So I took the
rest on myself.
I was doing all right, too,
until the seventh guy,
he... snuck up behind me,
clocked me right in the head,
I went down.
We lost our comms
and all the guns.
Is that really
how it happened?
More or less.
I... couldn't see everything
because I was down on the floor.
Yeah...
With my... eyes closed.
[THREE]
Hmph.
Yeah, as much as I'd love to
hear the rest of this story,
we got more important
things to do...
...like getting the
hell outta here.
Jumping to FTL.
[lock beeps]
Jace Corso.
I was wondering
when you'd show up.
Don't call me that.
[THREE] No? Hmm.
What do you prefer?
One.
[THREE]
One. Okay, One.
[THREE chuckles]
What can I
do for you?
How about you tell me
why you covered for me?
Why didn't you tell them
what really happened
at the space station?
How do you think the rest
of the crew will react
when they find out that
you're an impostor?
And that you're most
probably the guy who screwed
with all of our memories?
I didn't screw with
anyone's memories.
[THREE] Can't be
sure though, can you?
People are gonna
make educated guesses.
And when they do...
Hmm .
What d 'you think?
They gonna stuff you in
the airlock and space you?
They could abandon you
on a barren planet
to freeze
your ass off.
Or I'm thinking maybe--
What do you want?
I just want your
support moving forward.
Crew votes, debates,
lunch decisions.
You follow my lead.
From here on in,
we agree to agree.
Hey.
Hey.
We should talk about what
happened on the space station.
That's okay.
I really think--
I don't wanna
talk about it.
He--
What's wrong
with her?
[TWO]
Nothing.
She's perfectly normal.
Which is a problem
on this ship.
[TWO sighs]
So, I've been doing the
math in my head
and correct me if I'm wrong,
but... we managed to refuel,
but didn't have time to effect
repairs or resupply and restock.
We lost the weapons, so we
didn't get anything for 'em.
We sold the other stuff and
did get money for 'em,
but it was confiscated
at the casino?
[sighs]
So, bottom line:
we're worse off than
we were 24 hours ago.
We also missed an opportunity
to do some research
while we had access to the
station's information hub.
Maybe next time.
[TWO]
Yeah.
For now, we're back
to square one,
and our pasts
remain a mystery.
[NEWS ANCHORWOMAN] The fallout
from the assassination of
Emperor lshida Tatsuyo
continues to be felt
throughout C sector,
as forces from the
Principality of Zairon
and the neighboring
Republic of Pyr remain
on war footing.
Several multi-corps have
dispatched destroyers
to the disputed region to
safeguard transit passages.
Representatives of the Galactic
Authority say they will offer
humanitarian aid to refugees
fleeing the area, but thus far,
have characterized
the standoff as
"a regional conflict between
two independent territories"
and dismissed the possibility
of direct military involvement.
Meanwhile, the search continues
for Emperor lshida's murderer,
purported to be his own son,
Crown Prince lshida Ryo.
Since the Emperor's death, the
Crown Prince has been implicated
in the deaths and disfigurements
of almost one hundred people.
He is on the run and is
considered, armed, unstable,
and extremely dangerous.