Dark Matter (2015–2017): Season 2, Episode 7 - She's One of Them Now - full transcript
The crew goes after Alicia Reynaud looking for answers.
Previously on "Dark Matter"...
Her name is Alicia Reynaud.
She's corporate elite.
Do you think she's the one
who had my friends killed over this?
It's a key that allows someone
to access pockets of
interdimensional space-time.
This is my brother.
We are the future.
This is my only choice.
No. There is another way.
Ah!
Look, this is all just
a giant misunderstanding!
The funds should have
been deposited directly
into your account!
That was a clerical error!
Come on, Aldvik! You're... you're...
You're, like, one of my best earners!
You're the last guy I'd rip off!
No, wait! Okay, okay, okay.
We'll go halfsies.
Sorry about this.
Hey.
Oh, Portia. Ha.
What a pleasant surprise.
Hey.
How you feeling?
Rough.
I'm sorry about your brother.
I was wondering if you
could give me a little something.
To help you sleep?
More like help me get through the day,
take the edge off.
No.
What do you mean,
"No"? We just restocked.
Yeah, we did, but these
meds are for clinical use,
not recreational use.
You serious?
Look, taking stuff is not gonna
get rid of your problems.
It's just gonna replace
'em with bigger ones.
Trust me,
self-medicating is not the answer.
Well, I guess you'd know.
I spent way too much time in lockup.
You think I don't know
a user when I see one?
You think you got me figured out?
Hmm?
You think you know
everything I've been through?
Do you think that I like the way
that things have turned out for me?
Hmm?
Yeah, I'm a user.
So I know what I'm talking
about when I say it's not worth it.
Just give me what I came for.
Thanks.
Hey.
Hey!
Why don't you cut off his pinky?
See how he reacts.
All right.
Whoa! What the hell?
Come on!
What if I'd actually been unconscious?
Well, then I guess we'd be looking
mighty foolish right now, wouldn't we?
- Surprised to see me?
- Yeah, surprised!
And relieved.
Thank God you're all okay.
Wow. That's an interesting response,
considering you're the
one that tried to set us up.
- What do you mean?
- Alexander Rook.
What? No, no, no, no! Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
He set us up!
I was as much of a victim as you guys.
In fact, now I'm like a double victim,
being accused of something I didn't do.
And if you don't mind me saying
so, it's rather hurtful.
Look, we're here for one of two things,
information or revenge.
- Who gets to pick?
- You do.
In which case, we'll go with
the former, because, of course,
if there's anything I
can do to help you guys...
- Alicia Reynaud.
- Business magnate,
venture capitalist, ruthless
criminal, bad news.
- We're going after her.
- Why?
Because she came after us first.
But why?
- Oh, come on!
- How do we get to her?
You can't! She only travels by clone.
Transfer transit.
She never leaves her headquarters,
and that place is like a fortress.
- That's how we get in.
- How?
The same way she gets out.
All right, you're coming with us.
- Get up.
- Well, where to?
We scored big on our last op.
We're going shopping.
- Oh.
- Come on.
You know, we never officially ended
our professional
relationship, so, technically,
I'm owed commission on that.
Ooh!
All right, it's looking good in here.
Well, glad I could help
you source these materials.
I guess there's nothing
left for me to do
than to wish you all best of
luck and bid you a fond adieu.
- You're not going anywhere.
- I'm... I'm not?
- You're coming with us.
- I am? I-I-I can't.
I mean, I gotta get back to work.
I mean, I got... I got
people depending on me.
Yeah, right. What's to stop you
from informing Reynaud and collecting
some kind of snitch
reward for your troubles?
Oh, well, my, uh,
professional
responsibility to you as your handler.
We fired you.
Hey, no paperwork was signed!
Come on, guys! You're,
like, my best clients!
I mean, from a
purely practical standpoint,
it doesn't make any sense financially
for me to screw you over.
So, we... we good?
- Yeah.
- Ah.
You're still coming with us.
Oh, fine.
Well, this brings to mind
the response of the hunter
when faced with Valmiki in
the Sanskrit epic "Ramayana."
- Thank you.
- Mmm.
- What the hell?
- You're welcome.
You were supposed to stop
him, not try and take his head off.
No, no, it's okay. We got this.
No.
Come on.
I don't travel well.
'Cause even with the inertial dampers,
all the ins and outs
of FTL makes me queasy.
I have a special bracelet...
Let's go to your quarters.
Yeah?
May I come in?
Sure.
You may find this hard to believe,
but I once considered
myself an outsider on this ship.
Yeah, well, um, I've
been on my own for a long time.
This whole team thing takes
a bit of getting used to.
In that respect, you're no different
than anyone else on board.
We can all empathize with
what you're going through.
Really?
So you've all lost brothers too?
Not exactly, but we did recently
lose a crew member.
Five told me about it.
He wasn't technically a family member,
but losing him is very...
difficult.
I'm sorry.
Do you not think you'll
ever see your brother again?
I'll never give up hope.
Well, remember...
you're not alone.
And when I came back, the
apartment looked like this,
and he was gone.
We had plans tonight...
Dinner, the opera.
Those tickets were really hard to get.
Well, I understand you're very concerned
about Mr. Calchek's
well-being, and I can assure you
we'll do all we can.
Yeah, whatever.
I'm sure he'll turn
up, and when he does,
he's gonna have to make it up to me.
I had to scramble to find a
replacement date for tonight.
I got it.
This is the security cam from
the station's L3 level hangar.
Recognize any of these other people?
No, I...
That's all right.
I know who they are.
Ha!
You cracked transfer transit?
Oh, I did that about an hour ago.
Then I cross-referenced
the dates and times
of Alicia Reynaud's public appearances
over the last month
with the transit database
and came up with this...
matching point of departure.
Her headquarters.
And the subspace
address of her transit pod.
Well, can you unlock it?
I just disabled its security protocols.
We're in.
You're good.
So for all we know, we
could be transferring
into a room full of guards?
It's possible, but unlikely.
The odds of someone being able
to hack into the
transfer transit database,
localize a specific
pod's address, and bypass
its security protocols to
gain access are super slim.
Are you showing off?
No! I'm just pointing out
how tricky it can be to pull
off something like this and...
yeah, I guess I am.
Worst-case scenario,
someone on the other side
kills our clones or stops the
transfer process midstream.
Then at least we'd know.
And we'd need to come
up with another plan.
This plan's fine.
So who's going?
Well, we've got three pods.
- I'll take one.
- No, you won't.
Why not?
Those pods are designed to
replicate organic material,
which means that your
nanites won't make the trip.
Without them, your
clone might not make it.
I'll go.
Well, you'll need me to
hack into their server,
get the information we're looking for.
Besides, I'll be a clone.
The real me will stay
nice and safe back on the ship.
We also won't be able to bring weapons,
so we'll need someone
capable in unarmed combat.
That would be me. I'll accompany her.
So will I.
- Well, I don't think so.
- Why not?
'Cause you're still on probation.
That's why not.
So what? You're volunteering?
I guess I am.
All right.
You three get suited up.
We will meet you in the
infirmary in 20 minutes.
What?
Your outfit.
It's very snug.
They're made from a
biosynthetic material
that will allow them to travel with you.
They're specialty constructs.
DNA sequenced.
It's quite expensive.
Yeah, well, it's
clingy in all the wrong places.
It's either that or
you could travel naked.
I can do that?
Don't even think about it.
- Let's do this.
- All right.
Now, this is just a fact-finding mission,
so once we find out what
this card does and how,
get out of there. If
your clones get taken down
before you return to one of these pods,
you're not gonna remember a thing.
Now, if you get cut off from
one of the transfer pods,
Six and I will be in the "Marauder"
circling the skyways above the facility.
If anything goes wrong, you
find a way to signal us.
If all else fails,
we'll be scanning the
rooftops for any heat signatures.
Get up there and we'll pull you out.
- We good?
- Yup.
I'll go first.
- Good luck.
- Yeah.
It's so... snug.
He's through.
Okay. My turn.
Ready?
Yeah.
Good luck, Five.
Thanks.
This is so cool.
Wow.
Come on, let's go.
Uh, no, we don't have to go anywhere.
I just need a computer
that will give me access
to this facility's servers.
This is perfect.
I'll hack in, get the
information we need,
never have to leave this room.
Okay.
Is there anything we can do?
Um, sure.
Grab me those cookies.
Thanks.
Hey!
Hey! Can anyone hear me?
Hey! Come on!
Hey!
Oh, hi there!
Hello.
I've been in here
screaming at the top of my lungs
for, like, half an hour! Took
you long enough to notice!
Oh, I noticed quite some time ago.
I just assumed you'd give up eventually.
You're annoyingly persistent.
- Thank you.
- How can I help you?
Well, you can start by
letting me out of here.
I'm afraid I can't do
that, for safety reasons.
Oh, come on. You
actually think I could hurt you?
No, but I'm sure I could hurt you,
should you attempt to flee
or jeopardize this mission.
Well, I don't... I wouldn't...
I wouldn't... wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait! Look, look.
Can I talk to someone?
Uh, Portia, Boone?
I'm afraid no one is available.
Just wait! Wait, wait! Hang on!
Just... hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey! Fingers, fingers, the fingers!
I'm... I'm claustrophobic.
Confined spaces like this,
they trigger my panic attacks.
I mean, being in here
puts me at a health risk.
Your heart rate is elevated.
What? Ooh.
Very well. You can accompany
me to the infirmary.
- Great.
- However,
should you attempt to escape
or otherwise interfere,
I cannot guarantee your safety.
Be... best behavior. Promise.
I'm also hypoglycemic, so,
um, maybe we could
stop by the mess, grab
me something to eat?
- No.
- Huh.
Hmm?
Hmm?
Whoa.
"Whoa," what?
Oh, man, I knew this wasn't gonna
be as easy as you thought.
No. I found out what
the mystery device does.
- It's part of a drive.
- You mean like an engine?
We already have one of those.
Not like this.
They call it a Blink Drive.
It creates transversible wormholes
by accessing pockets of
extra-dimensional space-time.
And you lost me.
Normal FTL creates a distortion in space
that moves faster than
the speed of light,
pulling the ship along with
it, but you're still moving
from point A to point B.
With the Blink Drive, you
don't technically move at all.
You just disappear from one place
and reappear somewhere
else instantaneously.
If we wanted to go all
the way across the galaxy,
it would normally take us months
with refueling stops along the way.
With this, we could do
it in the blink of an eye.
A fleet of warships
equipped with this drive
would be unstoppable.
Yeah.
That's right.
No wonder she's willing to kill for it.
I don't get it.
How does one little card
move a ship across the galaxy?
The card fits into an
adapter which you can attach
to the control
systems of any ordinary drive.
You're saying we could
turn the "Raza's" engines
into one of these Blink Drives?
We need the adapter.
It's in a lab...
Four stories up, on the
other side of the building.
Let's go.
All right, I've locked us
into an auto-flight pattern.
Scanning for heat signatures.
If anyone shows up on the roof,
move us in fast.
You got it.
Huh?
Come on.
- Seriously?
- Aww.
You look like a widdle scientist.
Are you okay?
Yeah, just a little sore.
How goes the op?
Everyone's in play.
Now we can only wait.
Right.
You know there are chairs to sit on
and cups to drink from in the mess.
Well, this is kind of an impromptu picnic.
I was on my way to my quarters,
and this thing caught my eye.
It's kind of amazing when
you think about it.
I mean, they went in with the weight
of the universe on their shoulders,
and they came out free and clear.
Hardly.
Their memories may have been wiped,
but their past still exists.
And the past has a way
of catching up with you,
whether you remember it or not.
Yeah, I get that.
I mean, we all gotta pay
for it in the end, right?
But if I could get a fresh start, huh?
Even if it's just up here...
You want to change?
Make better choices.
Starting from today.
It... it's not that easy.
I didn't say it would be easy.
I killed a girl once.
She was 12 years old.
I was a ship's doctor on a colonist run.
Easy job.
Plenty of time to feed my habit,
until we came out of FTL and
ran into a meteor storm...
and the ship just about came apart.
I mean, there was explosions
and fire,
and suddenly I'm staring
at a dozen wounded people.
You were high.
Yeah.
I took care of most of them.
Patched them up.
And then they brought in this girl.
God, she was in, uh, rough shape.
She had third degree burns.
She had internal injuries.
And, I mean, I-I could have saved her.
Only I got the shakes.
So I gave myself a little
top-up before surgery.
Turns out it was a little too much.
She never made it off the table.
I'm sorry.
I tried to, um, stay clean
for about six months after that.
I just... kept
seeing her face everywhere.
Well, blocking something
out is no way to move on.
I've been realizing that myself.
Which is why I was on my
way to bring you these back.
You know...
as soon as they came out of those pods,
they went looking for their past.
From the sound of it, what
they found wasn't too pretty.
Now they've got no
choice but to deal with it.
So I guess we're all in the same boat.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
I'm assuming this is it.
So we just take it?
Well, there don't appear to
be any safeguards in place.
- No.
- Guys, this entire facility
is a safeguard.
We're in the vault.
Hmm.
All right.
I think we're good.
Password authentication required.
- Password?
- Incorrect.
Oh, shit!
Incorrect.
- Go!
- Incorrect.
- Oof!
- No!
Drop your weapons!
You're surrounded!
- Give, give, give, give!
- Go! Go!
Ahh.
Okay, kid, I don't like
this any more than you do,
but you're gonna have
to leave us behind.
Go!
Ah!
The important thing for
you is get up to the roof,
get the device back to the ship.
Ahh!
I don't want any argument
out of you, all right, kid?
You know she's gone, right?
Oh, son of a...
Oh, come on. Seriously?
You're finally awake.
- Took you long enough.
- Sorry I slept in.
I didn't realize we were in a rush.
Okay, what's the plan?
I think I can free us,
but it will require me to
dislocate both shoulders.
Okay, do what you gotta do, huh?
- All right.
- Once we're free,
I'll pop your shoulders
back in for you, okay?
Okay, no, no, not mine. Yours.
Whoa, whoa, hang on a
second. Can we discuss our options?
Uh...
Gentlemen, I'm Alicia Reynaud.
And you are Marcus Boone and Ryo Ishida.
Or a version of them anyway.
I know you hacked my transit code,
used the pod to break in
here, and stole the adapter.
And I'd like to thank you.
Well, you're welcome. For what?
Because the adapter is
useless without the final card,
which I believe is on board your ship.
And as long as the transit connection
that brought you here
remains open, my men
can trace the signal.
Why don't you just make a new card?
I'd love to, but unfortunately
it's a one-of-a-kind prototype.
Which means you didn't
develop the tech, you stole it.
Of course I did.
So I will find your ship, eventually.
But you could save me a lot of time
and yourselves a lot of trouble
if you just give me the coordinates.
Now, if by trouble, you
mean death or torture,
you're forgetting that
these are clone bodies.
You can't really hurt us.
That's where you're wrong.
You see, the same way that you were able
to target my transit pod,
I'm able to do the same in reverse,
sending a powerful subspace
charge back the way you came.
And if your bodies are
still in their transmission pods,
which I'm willing to bet they are,
the charge will, in layman's terms,
fry your brains.
As for hurting you, well,
well, this is Mr. Ostrander.
He's a specialist in the field.
See, these bodies may be cloned,
but they still do feel pain.
I think I'll do it both ways.
I'd like to cover my bases.
I'll check back soon and see if
you've had a change of heart.
You know, there's
something different about you.
From the first time we spoke?
No. From other service androids.
Yes. I get that a lot.
I'm thinking some kind
of, uh, black market upgrade?
What makes you say that?
Oh, I dabble in black market upgrades
and assorted illegal tech.
Enough to recognize one when I see one.
Interesting. You seem to be running
some sort of, uh, emotive subroutine,
but those are usually
uploaded to more sophisticated models.
You know, caregivers, parental
proxies, "companions."
In your case, that
doesn't make any sense.
No offense.
None taken.
So who did it, and why?
I don't know.
I mean, when you think about it,
it's an impractical adjustment.
And what's the point, right?
Perhaps it was an
experiment designed to test
my machine-based
responsiveness to human sentiments.
Hmm.
Or an adjustment required
in order for me to respond
to a complex but
ultimately irrational scenario.
Or maybe it was a wholly impractical,
completely illogical, compassionate
act of kindness.
Could be.
I'm just wondering.
- How's it coming?
- Almost got it.
You know having the
travelers in the pods
is just a legal requirement
set up by GA convention?
They don't actually have to
be in there the whole time.
True, but since we have
no way of knowing how long
it will take the clones to
complete their mission,
it's prudent that they stay connected.
Besides, there's no harm
in keeping them in there.
How you feeling?
Not good. I think my foot's asleep.
Well, let me wake it up for you.
Okay.
Oh, hey, kid. You are
a sight for sore eyes.
I mean that literally.
- How'd you get in here?
- I hacked the door console.
How'd you find a stunner?
Look, I'm resourceful, okay?
Can you find a key for these cuffs?
We need to get back
down to the transit room.
Okay, I've got a lock
on the "Raza's" location.
- Send a ship.
- Right away.
We have addresses for
three departure pods.
What would you like me to do?
Pick one and send the charge.
He... he doesn't have the key.
Look, just find
anything to cut us loose.
There's no time.
See you back at the ship.
Oh! They're back.
How'd it go?
I don't know.
I don't remember anything.
Neither do I.
That would suggest it did not go well.
Where's Five?
"Marauder," are you there?
We read you, "Raza." Over.
Three and Four just
returned to the ship,
but they have no recollection
of their time in the facility.
That must mean their clones
were terminated before they had
a chance to return to the
pods and relay their memories.
And what about Five?
She's still active.
If you're concerned, I can pull her out.
No, let's hold off. We'll
give her some more time.
All right, let's just
send the charge and end this.
No.
There's no way out of this facility.
Besides, this kid's good.
She reminds me of a young me.
I want her alive.
Come on, kid. You can do it.
She'll come back with something.
Yeah, she's something else.
Really? That kid?
- Yup.
- Hmm.
She have representation?
Oh!
What the hell was that?
- We've got company.
- Great.
"Raza," you're outgunned.
Drop your shields and
prepare to be boarded.
That was your final warning.
They're powering weapons again.
"Marauder," this is the "Raza."
We read you. Over.
We're under attack.
I recommend you return
to the ship immediately.
- We're on our way.
- No, wait.
Picking up a heat signature.
Northwest corner of the roof.
Hold them off, "Raza."
We're going after Five.
Four, Nyx, we just received
word from the "Marauder."
Please hold off on awakening Five.
Targeting ground-to-air defenses.
All right, bringing us in.
Go! Go!
Welcome back.
Why aren't we firing back?
Because I've diverted all remaining
power to the shields.
I'm dropping the shields.
Wait. What? Why?
So that I can do this.
We've scored a direct hit
on the enemy weapons array.
I estimate it will take
approximately 30 seconds
for them to re-power.
The "Marauder" has docked.
Get us out of here.
Jumping to FTL.
I'll be fine.
My memories are gonna be transferred
back to my original body and this clone
will be broken down and recycled.
It's... it's not gonna hurt.
And if it does, I'm not gonna remember.
I hope.
Okay, I'm ready.
Wow.
I've been saying that a lot today.
So with this drive, we could go anywhere
in the galaxy in an instant?
That's right.
And we're the only ones who have one?
So it would seem, at least for now.
This is what we've been waiting for.
It levels the playing field.
If we want to take the
fight to the corporations...
Uh, we never officially
had a vote on that.
We can hit them anywhere at anytime,
and they'd never see us coming.
But aren't we getting a
little ahead of ourselves?
We don't even know if it'll work.
She's right. We need to test it.
How long to hook up the adapter?
I'm not familiar with this technology,
but it appears that it was
designed to be compatible
with standard control systems.
Well, in the meantime, we've
got one stop to make.
Well, I got to admit, this
has actually been really nice.
Aside from the break
and enter, the assault,
threats, kidnapping, imprisonment,
I've actually had a really great time.
- I'm glad.
- And let's keep in touch, huh?
Sure.
So... hugs?
No.
All right, Android, let's
get ready to launch.
Hold on!
Hey, uh, if you guys don't mind,
I could use a little time off the ship.
Oh, no problem.
Once we've done the test, we'll
come back and pick you up.
Sounds good.
Hey! I think I'll join you.
Uh, that's not necessary.
I could use some R and R myself
Uh, no, really, I,
uh, I got a bunch of stuff
- I gotta take care of, so...
- That's fine.
I'll meet you in the bar on
M level when you're done.
We can continue that conversation
we were having,
only this time with chairs and glasses.
Sounds good.
Hey, is something wrong?
I think if one of
us doesn't go with him,
he's not gonna be here when we get back.
If he wants to leave the
ship, we're not gonna stop him.
He's in a dark place right now.
He's not thinking straight.
Nyx, what are you talking about?
Look, I'm not sitting this one out.
I can help him.
I know I can.
Here.
Okay.
Android, let's go.
Okay, this should be far enough.
We're well out of visual
range of the station
but still close enough in the
event anything goes wrong.
What could possibly go wrong?
It either works or it doesn't, right?
- Are we ready?
- Yes.
Our target destination is
160 light-years from here.
Go big or stay home.
All right.
Do it.
Initiating Blink Drive.
Something's wrong.
Shut it down.
I can't.
Your friend's late.
He'll show.
Devon Teltherd.
Do I know you?
No, but we know you... very well.
- Uh...
- Joined the crew of the "Raza"
in their escape from Hyperion-8.
Arranged the sale of
four cases of Shadow
to his connections in
the Al-Bali sector.
Here on Regulus-12 to do the same...
as predicted.
You got about half that right.
Do you see any Shadow around here?
See, I'm here to
make a personal purchase.
Where is the "Raza"?
Long gone.
Hangar seven. Docked under an alias.
Specs should line
up. I mean, check it out.
They left.
We want Nyx.
Ahh.
See, I'd love to help
you with that, but... I can't.
She's one of them now.
Hmm.
Where did they go?
I have no idea.
I can't help you with that either.
Hmm.
Back to the ship.
Let's look at the next predictive model.
Her name is Alicia Reynaud.
She's corporate elite.
Do you think she's the one
who had my friends killed over this?
It's a key that allows someone
to access pockets of
interdimensional space-time.
This is my brother.
We are the future.
This is my only choice.
No. There is another way.
Ah!
Look, this is all just
a giant misunderstanding!
The funds should have
been deposited directly
into your account!
That was a clerical error!
Come on, Aldvik! You're... you're...
You're, like, one of my best earners!
You're the last guy I'd rip off!
No, wait! Okay, okay, okay.
We'll go halfsies.
Sorry about this.
Hey.
Oh, Portia. Ha.
What a pleasant surprise.
Hey.
How you feeling?
Rough.
I'm sorry about your brother.
I was wondering if you
could give me a little something.
To help you sleep?
More like help me get through the day,
take the edge off.
No.
What do you mean,
"No"? We just restocked.
Yeah, we did, but these
meds are for clinical use,
not recreational use.
You serious?
Look, taking stuff is not gonna
get rid of your problems.
It's just gonna replace
'em with bigger ones.
Trust me,
self-medicating is not the answer.
Well, I guess you'd know.
I spent way too much time in lockup.
You think I don't know
a user when I see one?
You think you got me figured out?
Hmm?
You think you know
everything I've been through?
Do you think that I like the way
that things have turned out for me?
Hmm?
Yeah, I'm a user.
So I know what I'm talking
about when I say it's not worth it.
Just give me what I came for.
Thanks.
Hey.
Hey!
Why don't you cut off his pinky?
See how he reacts.
All right.
Whoa! What the hell?
Come on!
What if I'd actually been unconscious?
Well, then I guess we'd be looking
mighty foolish right now, wouldn't we?
- Surprised to see me?
- Yeah, surprised!
And relieved.
Thank God you're all okay.
Wow. That's an interesting response,
considering you're the
one that tried to set us up.
- What do you mean?
- Alexander Rook.
What? No, no, no, no! Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
He set us up!
I was as much of a victim as you guys.
In fact, now I'm like a double victim,
being accused of something I didn't do.
And if you don't mind me saying
so, it's rather hurtful.
Look, we're here for one of two things,
information or revenge.
- Who gets to pick?
- You do.
In which case, we'll go with
the former, because, of course,
if there's anything I
can do to help you guys...
- Alicia Reynaud.
- Business magnate,
venture capitalist, ruthless
criminal, bad news.
- We're going after her.
- Why?
Because she came after us first.
But why?
- Oh, come on!
- How do we get to her?
You can't! She only travels by clone.
Transfer transit.
She never leaves her headquarters,
and that place is like a fortress.
- That's how we get in.
- How?
The same way she gets out.
All right, you're coming with us.
- Get up.
- Well, where to?
We scored big on our last op.
We're going shopping.
- Oh.
- Come on.
You know, we never officially ended
our professional
relationship, so, technically,
I'm owed commission on that.
Ooh!
All right, it's looking good in here.
Well, glad I could help
you source these materials.
I guess there's nothing
left for me to do
than to wish you all best of
luck and bid you a fond adieu.
- You're not going anywhere.
- I'm... I'm not?
- You're coming with us.
- I am? I-I-I can't.
I mean, I gotta get back to work.
I mean, I got... I got
people depending on me.
Yeah, right. What's to stop you
from informing Reynaud and collecting
some kind of snitch
reward for your troubles?
Oh, well, my, uh,
professional
responsibility to you as your handler.
We fired you.
Hey, no paperwork was signed!
Come on, guys! You're,
like, my best clients!
I mean, from a
purely practical standpoint,
it doesn't make any sense financially
for me to screw you over.
So, we... we good?
- Yeah.
- Ah.
You're still coming with us.
Oh, fine.
Well, this brings to mind
the response of the hunter
when faced with Valmiki in
the Sanskrit epic "Ramayana."
- Thank you.
- Mmm.
- What the hell?
- You're welcome.
You were supposed to stop
him, not try and take his head off.
No, no, it's okay. We got this.
No.
Come on.
I don't travel well.
'Cause even with the inertial dampers,
all the ins and outs
of FTL makes me queasy.
I have a special bracelet...
Let's go to your quarters.
Yeah?
May I come in?
Sure.
You may find this hard to believe,
but I once considered
myself an outsider on this ship.
Yeah, well, um, I've
been on my own for a long time.
This whole team thing takes
a bit of getting used to.
In that respect, you're no different
than anyone else on board.
We can all empathize with
what you're going through.
Really?
So you've all lost brothers too?
Not exactly, but we did recently
lose a crew member.
Five told me about it.
He wasn't technically a family member,
but losing him is very...
difficult.
I'm sorry.
Do you not think you'll
ever see your brother again?
I'll never give up hope.
Well, remember...
you're not alone.
And when I came back, the
apartment looked like this,
and he was gone.
We had plans tonight...
Dinner, the opera.
Those tickets were really hard to get.
Well, I understand you're very concerned
about Mr. Calchek's
well-being, and I can assure you
we'll do all we can.
Yeah, whatever.
I'm sure he'll turn
up, and when he does,
he's gonna have to make it up to me.
I had to scramble to find a
replacement date for tonight.
I got it.
This is the security cam from
the station's L3 level hangar.
Recognize any of these other people?
No, I...
That's all right.
I know who they are.
Ha!
You cracked transfer transit?
Oh, I did that about an hour ago.
Then I cross-referenced
the dates and times
of Alicia Reynaud's public appearances
over the last month
with the transit database
and came up with this...
matching point of departure.
Her headquarters.
And the subspace
address of her transit pod.
Well, can you unlock it?
I just disabled its security protocols.
We're in.
You're good.
So for all we know, we
could be transferring
into a room full of guards?
It's possible, but unlikely.
The odds of someone being able
to hack into the
transfer transit database,
localize a specific
pod's address, and bypass
its security protocols to
gain access are super slim.
Are you showing off?
No! I'm just pointing out
how tricky it can be to pull
off something like this and...
yeah, I guess I am.
Worst-case scenario,
someone on the other side
kills our clones or stops the
transfer process midstream.
Then at least we'd know.
And we'd need to come
up with another plan.
This plan's fine.
So who's going?
Well, we've got three pods.
- I'll take one.
- No, you won't.
Why not?
Those pods are designed to
replicate organic material,
which means that your
nanites won't make the trip.
Without them, your
clone might not make it.
I'll go.
Well, you'll need me to
hack into their server,
get the information we're looking for.
Besides, I'll be a clone.
The real me will stay
nice and safe back on the ship.
We also won't be able to bring weapons,
so we'll need someone
capable in unarmed combat.
That would be me. I'll accompany her.
So will I.
- Well, I don't think so.
- Why not?
'Cause you're still on probation.
That's why not.
So what? You're volunteering?
I guess I am.
All right.
You three get suited up.
We will meet you in the
infirmary in 20 minutes.
What?
Your outfit.
It's very snug.
They're made from a
biosynthetic material
that will allow them to travel with you.
They're specialty constructs.
DNA sequenced.
It's quite expensive.
Yeah, well, it's
clingy in all the wrong places.
It's either that or
you could travel naked.
I can do that?
Don't even think about it.
- Let's do this.
- All right.
Now, this is just a fact-finding mission,
so once we find out what
this card does and how,
get out of there. If
your clones get taken down
before you return to one of these pods,
you're not gonna remember a thing.
Now, if you get cut off from
one of the transfer pods,
Six and I will be in the "Marauder"
circling the skyways above the facility.
If anything goes wrong, you
find a way to signal us.
If all else fails,
we'll be scanning the
rooftops for any heat signatures.
Get up there and we'll pull you out.
- We good?
- Yup.
I'll go first.
- Good luck.
- Yeah.
It's so... snug.
He's through.
Okay. My turn.
Ready?
Yeah.
Good luck, Five.
Thanks.
This is so cool.
Wow.
Come on, let's go.
Uh, no, we don't have to go anywhere.
I just need a computer
that will give me access
to this facility's servers.
This is perfect.
I'll hack in, get the
information we need,
never have to leave this room.
Okay.
Is there anything we can do?
Um, sure.
Grab me those cookies.
Thanks.
Hey!
Hey! Can anyone hear me?
Hey! Come on!
Hey!
Oh, hi there!
Hello.
I've been in here
screaming at the top of my lungs
for, like, half an hour! Took
you long enough to notice!
Oh, I noticed quite some time ago.
I just assumed you'd give up eventually.
You're annoyingly persistent.
- Thank you.
- How can I help you?
Well, you can start by
letting me out of here.
I'm afraid I can't do
that, for safety reasons.
Oh, come on. You
actually think I could hurt you?
No, but I'm sure I could hurt you,
should you attempt to flee
or jeopardize this mission.
Well, I don't... I wouldn't...
I wouldn't... wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait! Look, look.
Can I talk to someone?
Uh, Portia, Boone?
I'm afraid no one is available.
Just wait! Wait, wait! Hang on!
Just... hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey! Fingers, fingers, the fingers!
I'm... I'm claustrophobic.
Confined spaces like this,
they trigger my panic attacks.
I mean, being in here
puts me at a health risk.
Your heart rate is elevated.
What? Ooh.
Very well. You can accompany
me to the infirmary.
- Great.
- However,
should you attempt to escape
or otherwise interfere,
I cannot guarantee your safety.
Be... best behavior. Promise.
I'm also hypoglycemic, so,
um, maybe we could
stop by the mess, grab
me something to eat?
- No.
- Huh.
Hmm?
Hmm?
Whoa.
"Whoa," what?
Oh, man, I knew this wasn't gonna
be as easy as you thought.
No. I found out what
the mystery device does.
- It's part of a drive.
- You mean like an engine?
We already have one of those.
Not like this.
They call it a Blink Drive.
It creates transversible wormholes
by accessing pockets of
extra-dimensional space-time.
And you lost me.
Normal FTL creates a distortion in space
that moves faster than
the speed of light,
pulling the ship along with
it, but you're still moving
from point A to point B.
With the Blink Drive, you
don't technically move at all.
You just disappear from one place
and reappear somewhere
else instantaneously.
If we wanted to go all
the way across the galaxy,
it would normally take us months
with refueling stops along the way.
With this, we could do
it in the blink of an eye.
A fleet of warships
equipped with this drive
would be unstoppable.
Yeah.
That's right.
No wonder she's willing to kill for it.
I don't get it.
How does one little card
move a ship across the galaxy?
The card fits into an
adapter which you can attach
to the control
systems of any ordinary drive.
You're saying we could
turn the "Raza's" engines
into one of these Blink Drives?
We need the adapter.
It's in a lab...
Four stories up, on the
other side of the building.
Let's go.
All right, I've locked us
into an auto-flight pattern.
Scanning for heat signatures.
If anyone shows up on the roof,
move us in fast.
You got it.
Huh?
Come on.
- Seriously?
- Aww.
You look like a widdle scientist.
Are you okay?
Yeah, just a little sore.
How goes the op?
Everyone's in play.
Now we can only wait.
Right.
You know there are chairs to sit on
and cups to drink from in the mess.
Well, this is kind of an impromptu picnic.
I was on my way to my quarters,
and this thing caught my eye.
It's kind of amazing when
you think about it.
I mean, they went in with the weight
of the universe on their shoulders,
and they came out free and clear.
Hardly.
Their memories may have been wiped,
but their past still exists.
And the past has a way
of catching up with you,
whether you remember it or not.
Yeah, I get that.
I mean, we all gotta pay
for it in the end, right?
But if I could get a fresh start, huh?
Even if it's just up here...
You want to change?
Make better choices.
Starting from today.
It... it's not that easy.
I didn't say it would be easy.
I killed a girl once.
She was 12 years old.
I was a ship's doctor on a colonist run.
Easy job.
Plenty of time to feed my habit,
until we came out of FTL and
ran into a meteor storm...
and the ship just about came apart.
I mean, there was explosions
and fire,
and suddenly I'm staring
at a dozen wounded people.
You were high.
Yeah.
I took care of most of them.
Patched them up.
And then they brought in this girl.
God, she was in, uh, rough shape.
She had third degree burns.
She had internal injuries.
And, I mean, I-I could have saved her.
Only I got the shakes.
So I gave myself a little
top-up before surgery.
Turns out it was a little too much.
She never made it off the table.
I'm sorry.
I tried to, um, stay clean
for about six months after that.
I just... kept
seeing her face everywhere.
Well, blocking something
out is no way to move on.
I've been realizing that myself.
Which is why I was on my
way to bring you these back.
You know...
as soon as they came out of those pods,
they went looking for their past.
From the sound of it, what
they found wasn't too pretty.
Now they've got no
choice but to deal with it.
So I guess we're all in the same boat.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
I'm assuming this is it.
So we just take it?
Well, there don't appear to
be any safeguards in place.
- No.
- Guys, this entire facility
is a safeguard.
We're in the vault.
Hmm.
All right.
I think we're good.
Password authentication required.
- Password?
- Incorrect.
Oh, shit!
Incorrect.
- Go!
- Incorrect.
- Oof!
- No!
Drop your weapons!
You're surrounded!
- Give, give, give, give!
- Go! Go!
Ahh.
Okay, kid, I don't like
this any more than you do,
but you're gonna have
to leave us behind.
Go!
Ah!
The important thing for
you is get up to the roof,
get the device back to the ship.
Ahh!
I don't want any argument
out of you, all right, kid?
You know she's gone, right?
Oh, son of a...
Oh, come on. Seriously?
You're finally awake.
- Took you long enough.
- Sorry I slept in.
I didn't realize we were in a rush.
Okay, what's the plan?
I think I can free us,
but it will require me to
dislocate both shoulders.
Okay, do what you gotta do, huh?
- All right.
- Once we're free,
I'll pop your shoulders
back in for you, okay?
Okay, no, no, not mine. Yours.
Whoa, whoa, hang on a
second. Can we discuss our options?
Uh...
Gentlemen, I'm Alicia Reynaud.
And you are Marcus Boone and Ryo Ishida.
Or a version of them anyway.
I know you hacked my transit code,
used the pod to break in
here, and stole the adapter.
And I'd like to thank you.
Well, you're welcome. For what?
Because the adapter is
useless without the final card,
which I believe is on board your ship.
And as long as the transit connection
that brought you here
remains open, my men
can trace the signal.
Why don't you just make a new card?
I'd love to, but unfortunately
it's a one-of-a-kind prototype.
Which means you didn't
develop the tech, you stole it.
Of course I did.
So I will find your ship, eventually.
But you could save me a lot of time
and yourselves a lot of trouble
if you just give me the coordinates.
Now, if by trouble, you
mean death or torture,
you're forgetting that
these are clone bodies.
You can't really hurt us.
That's where you're wrong.
You see, the same way that you were able
to target my transit pod,
I'm able to do the same in reverse,
sending a powerful subspace
charge back the way you came.
And if your bodies are
still in their transmission pods,
which I'm willing to bet they are,
the charge will, in layman's terms,
fry your brains.
As for hurting you, well,
well, this is Mr. Ostrander.
He's a specialist in the field.
See, these bodies may be cloned,
but they still do feel pain.
I think I'll do it both ways.
I'd like to cover my bases.
I'll check back soon and see if
you've had a change of heart.
You know, there's
something different about you.
From the first time we spoke?
No. From other service androids.
Yes. I get that a lot.
I'm thinking some kind
of, uh, black market upgrade?
What makes you say that?
Oh, I dabble in black market upgrades
and assorted illegal tech.
Enough to recognize one when I see one.
Interesting. You seem to be running
some sort of, uh, emotive subroutine,
but those are usually
uploaded to more sophisticated models.
You know, caregivers, parental
proxies, "companions."
In your case, that
doesn't make any sense.
No offense.
None taken.
So who did it, and why?
I don't know.
I mean, when you think about it,
it's an impractical adjustment.
And what's the point, right?
Perhaps it was an
experiment designed to test
my machine-based
responsiveness to human sentiments.
Hmm.
Or an adjustment required
in order for me to respond
to a complex but
ultimately irrational scenario.
Or maybe it was a wholly impractical,
completely illogical, compassionate
act of kindness.
Could be.
I'm just wondering.
- How's it coming?
- Almost got it.
You know having the
travelers in the pods
is just a legal requirement
set up by GA convention?
They don't actually have to
be in there the whole time.
True, but since we have
no way of knowing how long
it will take the clones to
complete their mission,
it's prudent that they stay connected.
Besides, there's no harm
in keeping them in there.
How you feeling?
Not good. I think my foot's asleep.
Well, let me wake it up for you.
Okay.
Oh, hey, kid. You are
a sight for sore eyes.
I mean that literally.
- How'd you get in here?
- I hacked the door console.
How'd you find a stunner?
Look, I'm resourceful, okay?
Can you find a key for these cuffs?
We need to get back
down to the transit room.
Okay, I've got a lock
on the "Raza's" location.
- Send a ship.
- Right away.
We have addresses for
three departure pods.
What would you like me to do?
Pick one and send the charge.
He... he doesn't have the key.
Look, just find
anything to cut us loose.
There's no time.
See you back at the ship.
Oh! They're back.
How'd it go?
I don't know.
I don't remember anything.
Neither do I.
That would suggest it did not go well.
Where's Five?
"Marauder," are you there?
We read you, "Raza." Over.
Three and Four just
returned to the ship,
but they have no recollection
of their time in the facility.
That must mean their clones
were terminated before they had
a chance to return to the
pods and relay their memories.
And what about Five?
She's still active.
If you're concerned, I can pull her out.
No, let's hold off. We'll
give her some more time.
All right, let's just
send the charge and end this.
No.
There's no way out of this facility.
Besides, this kid's good.
She reminds me of a young me.
I want her alive.
Come on, kid. You can do it.
She'll come back with something.
Yeah, she's something else.
Really? That kid?
- Yup.
- Hmm.
She have representation?
Oh!
What the hell was that?
- We've got company.
- Great.
"Raza," you're outgunned.
Drop your shields and
prepare to be boarded.
That was your final warning.
They're powering weapons again.
"Marauder," this is the "Raza."
We read you. Over.
We're under attack.
I recommend you return
to the ship immediately.
- We're on our way.
- No, wait.
Picking up a heat signature.
Northwest corner of the roof.
Hold them off, "Raza."
We're going after Five.
Four, Nyx, we just received
word from the "Marauder."
Please hold off on awakening Five.
Targeting ground-to-air defenses.
All right, bringing us in.
Go! Go!
Welcome back.
Why aren't we firing back?
Because I've diverted all remaining
power to the shields.
I'm dropping the shields.
Wait. What? Why?
So that I can do this.
We've scored a direct hit
on the enemy weapons array.
I estimate it will take
approximately 30 seconds
for them to re-power.
The "Marauder" has docked.
Get us out of here.
Jumping to FTL.
I'll be fine.
My memories are gonna be transferred
back to my original body and this clone
will be broken down and recycled.
It's... it's not gonna hurt.
And if it does, I'm not gonna remember.
I hope.
Okay, I'm ready.
Wow.
I've been saying that a lot today.
So with this drive, we could go anywhere
in the galaxy in an instant?
That's right.
And we're the only ones who have one?
So it would seem, at least for now.
This is what we've been waiting for.
It levels the playing field.
If we want to take the
fight to the corporations...
Uh, we never officially
had a vote on that.
We can hit them anywhere at anytime,
and they'd never see us coming.
But aren't we getting a
little ahead of ourselves?
We don't even know if it'll work.
She's right. We need to test it.
How long to hook up the adapter?
I'm not familiar with this technology,
but it appears that it was
designed to be compatible
with standard control systems.
Well, in the meantime, we've
got one stop to make.
Well, I got to admit, this
has actually been really nice.
Aside from the break
and enter, the assault,
threats, kidnapping, imprisonment,
I've actually had a really great time.
- I'm glad.
- And let's keep in touch, huh?
Sure.
So... hugs?
No.
All right, Android, let's
get ready to launch.
Hold on!
Hey, uh, if you guys don't mind,
I could use a little time off the ship.
Oh, no problem.
Once we've done the test, we'll
come back and pick you up.
Sounds good.
Hey! I think I'll join you.
Uh, that's not necessary.
I could use some R and R myself
Uh, no, really, I,
uh, I got a bunch of stuff
- I gotta take care of, so...
- That's fine.
I'll meet you in the bar on
M level when you're done.
We can continue that conversation
we were having,
only this time with chairs and glasses.
Sounds good.
Hey, is something wrong?
I think if one of
us doesn't go with him,
he's not gonna be here when we get back.
If he wants to leave the
ship, we're not gonna stop him.
He's in a dark place right now.
He's not thinking straight.
Nyx, what are you talking about?
Look, I'm not sitting this one out.
I can help him.
I know I can.
Here.
Okay.
Android, let's go.
Okay, this should be far enough.
We're well out of visual
range of the station
but still close enough in the
event anything goes wrong.
What could possibly go wrong?
It either works or it doesn't, right?
- Are we ready?
- Yes.
Our target destination is
160 light-years from here.
Go big or stay home.
All right.
Do it.
Initiating Blink Drive.
Something's wrong.
Shut it down.
I can't.
Your friend's late.
He'll show.
Devon Teltherd.
Do I know you?
No, but we know you... very well.
- Uh...
- Joined the crew of the "Raza"
in their escape from Hyperion-8.
Arranged the sale of
four cases of Shadow
to his connections in
the Al-Bali sector.
Here on Regulus-12 to do the same...
as predicted.
You got about half that right.
Do you see any Shadow around here?
See, I'm here to
make a personal purchase.
Where is the "Raza"?
Long gone.
Hangar seven. Docked under an alias.
Specs should line
up. I mean, check it out.
They left.
We want Nyx.
Ahh.
See, I'd love to help
you with that, but... I can't.
She's one of them now.
Hmm.
Where did they go?
I have no idea.
I can't help you with that either.
Hmm.
Back to the ship.
Let's look at the next predictive model.