Electric Dreams (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Impossible Planet - full transcript

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Ladies and gentlemen,
you are now looking

at the iridescent glow
that is the Hermagon Ultra.

The dance of interstellar dust

within the supernova
is what makes this sight

so rare and so popular among visitors

to the Hermagon Aurora.

Luckily for you folks on Dream Weaver 9,

the conditions today
are perfectly clear,

ideal for a sighting of
this unique chemical miracle.

Color selected.



At its finest, ladies and gentlemen,

the Hermagon Aurora is enough

to make you believe
in God all over again.

Astral Dreams has
been proud to bring you

the excursion to the Centura
B Star System today.

The Dream Weaver 9...

- is now bringing you back...
- Please feel free to fill the survey

in the Primotel foyer

so that we can make
your next journey with us

even more fulfilling.

Rats in a sewer, my friends.

You're rats in a sewer.

Hi.

All right.



Here we go, then.

There's a health and safety.
Engine report.

Customer satisfaction survey.

Happy campers?

There was a complaint about
the sound quality on Deck 3 again.

Are you ever gonna fix that speaker?

Oh, um...

- Lot of dust out there today.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I used the vis-augment.

I don't think
anybody noticed it, though.

Look at the sorry state of man.

What the fuck is that?

It's my happy time.

All right then, Tonto.

Let's do this and then we can head home.

So, next week we have two package tours

- to the Ice Flows on Prigma 27.
- I'll do those.

Bit keen, are we?

I like the ice flows. They're pretty.

And we got a pre-booked wedding party

heading to the Sybil Nebula.

- Do they need a band?
- Already booked it from Primus 3.

I had the honor
of listening to the demo.

Musical taste of these
people defies fucking belief.

Put it on there.

I'd rather pour hot oil down me ears.

You fancy a beer or three?

End of the week?

I gotta get home.

Barbara's waiting for me.

Oh. Is she now?

I'd invite you back, but... you know...

I know.

Barbara's getting ready
for Primo Central.

- Your transfer confirmed?
- Not yet.

Oh, Linus Primo does
love to keep a man hanging on.

I am gonna get it.

- It's just a question of process.
- Well, it better be.

That girl's dreaming of
the high life, my friend.

Uh, on the door,
there is a sign saying closed.

I wonder what it means.

Do you wanna get
the Loop back to the condos?

Ah, I think I'll see this to the end.

Just reached an interesting plot point.

Can you read, arsehole?

We're closed. There's an IMT console

in the Primotel
for any online reservations.

There's also a customer care number

right in front of your fucking eyes.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Hello there.

Oh, my.

I'm sorry, um... we're not open.

You'll have to come back next week.

Miss Gordon has lost her hearing.

- Excuse me?
- Miss Gordon is deaf.

- Uh, I see.
- My name is Irma Gordon.

And I want you to take me on a tour.

I understand, madam,
but we're now closed.

Can you tell her that there
are no tours until next week?

I can give her a physical handout

of our available destinations
if she likes.

But if she's not proficient
on the network system,

she'll have to come back on Monday.

I want you to take
me on a tour to Earth.

- Did you...
- Didn't you hear the man?

We're closed, sweetheart, all right?

- She's deaf. She's deaf.
- Closed. Shut.

No happy holiday today.

She said she wants to go to Earth.

Well, she's not deaf. She's crazy.

Miss Gordon has traveled a long
way from her home on Riga II.

She wishes to charter
a ship to take her to Earth.

Listen, my cranky little pal.
We can't take Miss Gordon

to Earth because Earth no longer exists.

We don't take passengers
to non-existent destinations.

Strict company policy.

Miss Gordon is 342 years old.

She flew the craft personally
to get here from Riga II.

Then she can stay at the Primotel,

fly back home tomorrow.

I'll tell you what. Lady?

Because it's the end of the week
and I like your face,

I'm gonna give you an Astral Dreams

promotional coupon
entitling you to a free cocktail

on the house when you
book your Primotel room.

Any cocktail of your choice
except the Primobellini

where there is a 2bit surcharge.
You can't say fairer than that.

She has two kilo positive to pay you.

Excuse me?

She is willing to pay Astral Dreams

two kilo positive to take her.

If you're wondering about
method of transaction,

Miss Gordon does not
have a cyber account.

So she would have to pay you... in cash.

This is Andrews at Primo 241.

I need an urgent data-feed on Earth,

a planet in the solar system
2483B65, now extinct.

Also need a match-up on current
Astral Dreams tour destinations.

Closest approximation to size, color,

tech, and specifications.

We have six matches to your request.

Okay. Give 'em to me.

Too far. Way too far. Too big.

Do you wanna tell me what you're doing?

Jesus. That's... that's pink.
Earth was not pink.

Okay, this is more like it.

Emphor 3.

Three days hyper-flight. One moon.

Third planet in nine in a solar system
dominated by one major sun.

Blue color. Perfect match, my friend.

That's not blue, it's gray.

- It's bluey-gray.
- It's a dead rock.

It doesn't even have any oxygen.

She doesn't wanna breathe it.
She wants to see it.

- I'm not doing it.
- Look.

She wants Earth. We give her Earth.

It takes us a week. We cancel all tours,

we submit a TC32 to maintenance central

telling them that
the Dream Weaver 9 is damaged.

It isn't damaged.

Then I'll damage it.

I'll jerry the engine on our return.

The crone's happy,

she goes back to her
weird little outpost

in God-knows-fucking-where,

we keep her visit off the books,
no paperwork, nothing.

And you and I are
one kilo positive richer.

It's a five years salary, Brian.

Imagine what we could do with that.

You do what you want, but I'm not gonna

blow my chance with Primo
Central doing this crazy shit.

You have to.
It's a two man craft minimum.

It's Barbara.

- Look, leave it to me...
- Don't say a fucking word.

Hey, babe.

- Where are you?
- I'm still at work.

Something came up. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Are you on your own?

Yeah. Yep. I am.

I'm just about to walk out the door.

Have you heard anything?

- About?
- What do you think?

About the transfer.

Can we talk about this when I get home?

I think you should
check your vid mail, Brian.

Okay.

Hey there. This is Linus Primo.

I wanted to take the opportunity

to message you personally...

to say that unfortunately this time,

you did not succeed in
your application to transfer

to Head Office here at Primo Central.

I know this must come as
a disappointment to you

- as this is your...
- Fifth.

Application.

You see, I was under the impression

we'd be here for two years.
It's been four years.

And something tells
me it's going to be six.

And still, I do my hair
three times a day,

and still, I go to the
Primotel bar and I sit alone.

- I'm gonna deal with it.
- You don't get it, do you?

You don't mean anything to them.

Okay, folks. We're just passing Omega 5,

well known for its high luminosity

which you would
normally see out your window.

Sadly, we've a lot of dust cloud today,

and I'm not sure
you'll be lucky in that regard.

And then we'll be traveling
past Alpha Centauri

until we reach solar system 2483B65.

Home of Planet Earth.

Oh!

- Your Castor Fireball, Miss Gordon.
- Thank you.

With double the vodka as you requested.

- Mmm.
- Can I get you anything?

My grandmother was
279 years old when she died.

Spring chicken compared to me,

but... at the time
it was an achievement.

I remember her sitting

on our porch on Riga II.

She had me on her knee.

And she told me about
her life on Earth as a child.

Her father had a cabin in the forest.

A place called Carolina.

The cabin was made of a wood
called oak, I believe.

He was a logger. He was a real woodsman.

Had some opinions that wouldn't
go down very well today.

My grandmother's name was Laura Cade.

She married my grandfather, Bill Gordon,

hence my name, Irma Louise Gordon.

She told me that there was a place

about five miles from the cabin

called Elk River Falls.

It's a beautiful waterfall
cascading into a natural pool

of water so clear
you could see the bottom.

Well, I don't really know
if I should tell you this, but...

On summer days, she and Bill

would head over to the falls
and they would swim naked.

Not a stitch on 'em.

She told me that was
the best feeling she'd ever had.

And I always remember thinking
I would love to see that place.

To swim in that clear water.

Elk River Falls. Carolina.

That's where I want you to take me.

You should tell her that we can't

necessarily locate
specific destinations...

Of course, you're going to tell me

that things have changed,

that Earth back then is not Earth today

or some such thing, but...

If my life has taught me
anything, Mr. Norton,

it is that some places want to change,

and some places don't want to change.

And I think I know
which one Elk River is.

Do you?

Does the Dream Weaver always
fly with such a small crew?

Well, there'd normally
be four including hospitality

and security, but because
of the late booking,

we couldn't reach the right people.

And Mr. Andrews?

Does he normally fly with the crafts?

Sometimes.

When there are VIPs
like yourselves onboard.

Why was no paperwork
completed before we left?

Well, we'll do that when we get back.

We didn't wanna burden
her with any formalities.

You took her money.

Yes, as a deposit.

Mr. Andrews took all of the money.

Look, we're here, aren't we?

This is what she wanted.

Miss Gordon is old.

She trusts people.

- She is very old.
- Yes, she is.

Miss Gordon has a heart condition.

She will die in the next two months.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

This will be her very last trip.

Excuse me.

Sorry. I knocked on the door.

I don't think you heard me. Um...

Your complimentary hot beverage, madam.

Thank you, young man.
Just leave it on the table.

- Good night.
- Stay a while.

I should really be going.

I'm sure Mr. Andrews
is more than capable

of flying this craft by himself.

I suppose he is.

I don't often use this...

As it can be more of a barrier
than an aid, but just for today.

Now, just speak normally.

Don't mumble.

Tell me about yourself.

Oh, there's not much to tell.

I was born on Primo 76.

It's a nice place.

My father was an administrator
for Primobolity,

the parent transport company.

When I graduated, I just
fell into leisure and tourism.

And do you like it?

Yeah. It's a good career path.

We'd like to eventually
end up at Primo Central, so...

We?

I have a girlfriend. Barbara.

Hmm, I bet she's pretty.

She is. We've been together five years.

Then why haven't you married her?

I plan to. When the time is right.

- Do you love her?
- Who, Barbara?

Of course.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Kind of feels like I'm on the record.

Like I've ended up in court somehow.

Are you afraid to testify
to your love, Mr. Norton?

- No, not at all.
- That would suggest

that you were not certain
in your choice.

I love Barbara.

We just...

We just what?

Don't always want the same thing.

That's all.

She wants Primo Central, doesn't she?

Yeah.

And you?

What do you want, Mr. Norton?

I should go.

Good night, young man.

* You got to pick a pocket or two *

I'll show you who's
numero fucking Primo...

All right, folks.

Watch through the window straight ahead.

You'll be in for a nice surprise.

- Is that it?
- Yes.

Solar system 2483B65.

I can tell.

I can feel it in my body.

- The old girl happy?
- Yeah.

We're making her dreams come true, man.

Quick spin round it
then we can head home.

What're you gonna do with the money?

Just the question I was asking meself.

Oh, take a tour maybe.

Figure I deserve to be
a passenger for a while.

Uh, give up this job.

Retire some place small. Who knows?

I wanna go live
next door to the old lady.

Why? What about you?

- I don't know.
- I do.

Nice condo in Primo Central
for Barbara Norton.

Ring on the finger.

Dinner parties with the smart set.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Good on you, Norton. You deserve it.

I mean, me, I'm trash.

I got no illusions. But you.

You got class.

I think we should tell her.

You are kidding?

Emphor's just gas and rock.

There is nothing for her to see.

So?

We're ripping off an old lady
so you can go on a holiday,

and so I can move somewhere
I don't actually wanna go.

We're not ripping anyone off.

We're weaving dreams.

We're artists, me and you.

Con artists.

What other type is there?

We change mildly blue light

from meteor showers
into chromatic heaven.

We turn up the volume
in tiny particle collisions

and make them blast
like stars exploding.

Is it worth it?

What are you talking about?

Selling people these packages
of pre-digested happiness.

I mean, there's gotta be more than this.

Hasn't there?

I'll go.

Norton.

You don't say a fucking word to her.

Do you hear me?

Oh, there you are, Mr. Norton.

I've been having a terrible
trouble with this robe.

Hooks and eyes are so rare today

and RB29 hasn't a clue
how to dress a woman.

You're probably wondering
what this dress is

and where I got it from.

It's my grandmother's.

From Carolina.

A hand-me-down to my mother

and a hand-me-down from my mother to me.

I somehow kept the moths
of Riga II from devouring it.

Nothing very special.

But for this occasion...

Would you?

My grandfather would
do this for my grandmother.

My mother remembered it vividly.

Of course, Bill Gordon
was quite the pioneer.

He's the one that wanted
to leave Earth for Riga II.

Back then, everyone
was interested in adventure.

The unknown.

Some people thought
that they might even reach God.

You think you could
reach God, Mr. Norton?

Maybe when I was a kid, I did.

In fact, I used to dream I'd
break into whole new universes.

They were still corners
we hadn't been to back then.

But now it's all charted.

There's no mystery anymore.

Oh, but there is.

People say we know everything.

Everything's explained down
to the molecules, the atoms,

the quadrons, the minimons.

Every dot accounted for.

But here...

Here there will always be mystery.

Folks, we are entering

the Earth's solar system.

We will shortly be able
to orbit the Earth

before completing our homeward journey.

- What did he say?
- We're nearly there.

Nearly where, Mr. Norton?

Earth.

Where else?

RB29, you can go on.

I have a personal question
I want to ask Mr. Norton.

I'm nervous.

Suddenly.

It's not like me.

How do I look?

Beautiful.

Well, thank you.

You don't know what I said.

Oh, but I do.

I hear some people better than others.

You're a gentlemen, Mr. Norton.

I want to show you something.

This is my grandmother back in the day.

And she's with my grandfather,
Bill Gordon.

That's why when you
opened the door in the office,

I knew everything would be all right.

I dreamt you, Mr. Norton.

Deep in my heart.

And I think maybe you dreamt me too.

Come on.

Brian, do you know what time it is?

Yeah. Uh...

Listen, I need to talk
to you about something.

Is there something wrong with the ship?

No. No.

Okay, well, then I don't
really understand

why this just can't wait until tomorrow.

I don't wanna live on Primo Central.

What do you mean?

I mean, I don't wanna live there.

I never have.

I only ever wanted it for you.

Look, it's the middle of the night.

I don't want to talk
about this right now.

I need to know if you want me,

or if it's just that life
that you're dreaming of.

I am not having this
conversation right now.

Do you ever dream about me, Barbara?

You don't, do you?

That's okay.

I don't dream about you either.

Not anymore.

What are you trying to say?

I don't know.

Have you met someone else?

Brian, you listen to me.

I want you to turn the ship round

and get the hell back here right now!
Do you hear me...

Right n...

What happened? The connection went.

It's fine. I've gotta go.

No, talk to me!
What is happening up there?

Doesn't matter, Barbara.

No, Brian! Brian...

All right, take your time, why don't you?

We're just passing Mars, folks.

What's with the dress?
We having a hoedown?

There you go, Miss Gordon.

The God of War himself.

No, no. No, no, no, this is wrong!

Can't you see?

What are you playing at, man?

Mars is red. Everyone knows that.

I don't think so.
Your memory must be confused.

I may be deaf, sir, but my
mind is as sharp as a razor.

And Mars is red.

Mr. Norton, will you please

tell that man to stop fooling me around?

You don't say a fucking word

- to her, do you hear me?
- Mr. Norton?

- Say something.
- Miss Gordon?

There's something you should know.

Sixty years ago, there was an
electromagnetic event

in Earth's solar system

causing major radioactive
damage to Saturn,

Mars, and Venus.

Saturn lost its rings.

Mars turned from red to
the pale green of phosphorous.

Venus became yellow and gained one ring.

Are you sure?

Mr. Norton, is this true?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I'm sorry that we didn't
tell you earlier,

but we didn't know how you'd react.

Oh. Venus.

With one ring.

Oh, how beautiful it is. Look.

One more thing, Miss Gordon.

The radioactive
event changed Earth also.

It's still blue,
but it's not the blue of life.

I understand.
You're preparing me for a shock.

But as long as it's Earth,
I know I'll feel it.

Its present state may be different,

but its history is undeniable.

Oh. Take me closer.

Norton, we can't get too close.

Hold my hand.

Look at it.

There's an unknown here.

Can't you feel it?

Where's Carolina?

The rest of the Earth may be gray,

but Carolina's green and blue.

And the blue is rich and clear,

not this mud-blue of rock,

but the limpid blue
of a mountain stream.

I don't know if we're gonna see that.

Oh, yes, we are.

Close your eyes, Mr. Norton.
Close your eyes with me.

Color selected.

Oh, take me down.

I have to touch it. Please.

Let me be on Earth for one sweet moment!

No way. We orbit the thing, then we go.

What... what does he say?

Mr. Andrews said we can land the craft.

We're gonna land on Earth.

We're gonna land in Carolina.

Oh, Bill.

This is not safe!

Can't see a fucking thing!

Just keep it steady.

You know we're gonna
kill her before she lands.

Okay, set.

Get ready, Miss Gordon.

Irma? Irma?

Irma? Irma?

Hey. Are you okay?

Irma?

Hey, are you okay?

Aren't you the gentleman?

What happened to the color?

Where's the color gone?

We bust the vision mixer.

RB29?

We have landed in the wrong area.

We need to take off and land again.

No way. This is as far as I go.

But we need to see Carolina.

Miss Gordon wishes to swim at Elk River.

No fucking way.

No one talked about swimming.

This is a strictly
spectator-based tourist experience.

If she wanted the immersive element,

then she should've gone with Primo-Feel!

They've got oxygen
tanks, suits, the whole thing.

They walk, they swim,
they get all cuddly and cozy.

We don't! Look but don't touch!

This is not where
Ms. Gordon wants to go.

This is the only Earth she's gonna get.

And if you wanna get back home safe,

I suggest you play ball with me.

You have one hour.

Then we leave.

Why is Mr. Andrews so angry?

He's just tired.

Is this it, then?

No.

No, it isn't.

Mr. Andrews said
there weren't any suits.

Mr. Andrews doesn't know everything.

Do you know what you're doing?

Yes.

I do.

Your Astral Dreams viewing suit, madam.

You'll have to hitch that dress.

And who's the other one for?

Who do you think?

Then I have one request, Mr. Norton.

I have a hunch it'll fit you perfectly.

How is she?

Miss Gordon is resting.

She's disappointed now,
but that will pass.

Yeah, whatever.

You know the truth, right?

The truth?

None of us know that, Mr. Andrews.

This planet isn't Earth for me.

But for Miss Gordon...

This planet isn't
fucking Earth for anyone.

It's toxic. Sterile.

Makes me sick just sitting on it.

I got a headache
the size of Primo Central.

Ugh, my eyes.

Oh, there's something wrong
with the temperature controls.

Baking in here.

Norton, where the hell are you?

Reporting status.

We're moving.

Visibility is low.

Progress is slow, but steady.

Oh, Jesus.

Norton!
Those suits only have auxiliary tanks.

Miss Gordon, uh, this isn't Earth!

Repeat! This isn't Earth!

She can't hear you.

Get 'em back.
They're gonna die, you bastard.

You lied to her. You stole her money.

Who's the bastard?

Get 'em back! Right now!

Do you hear that?

Norton, can you hear me?

Get back here.

You're only at 30% oxygen levels.

You need to get back here right now.

Repeat. Can you hear me?

We found a forest, Ed.

Okay. Just turn around, man.

Get back here!

Listen!

I'm warning you, Norton, I'm leaving!

Can't you hear it?

Norton!

I'm taking your money, you asshole!
Two kilo for me!

And then I'm fucking out of here!

Norton!

_

What?

Irma.

Come.

Bill Gordon, come on in!

I knew we'd make it.

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