Intergalactic (2021): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
As the Hemlock fugitives set about salvaging their crash-landed ship, Ash makes her escape through an alien desert in a desperate attempt to call home. En route she makes an unwelcome acquaintance of scruffy space-pirate, Echo Nantu-Rose.
I've written you up
for a commendation.
No!
First Dad, now me.
Ash Harper? I learned
about your old man at school.
It's nice to meet ya.
I request the immediate release
of my daughter.
The procedures are quite clear.
Priority arrest
warrant for Sergeant Wendell.
All force necessary.
Get this connected.
I'm calling home.
A different prisoner
was due to be transferred.
Emma Grieves managed to
take her place.
Get her back.
Please don't make me do this.
I'm here.
Atmospheric entry complete.
What the hell was that?
We're coming in too fast!
Alert, altitude warning.
Slow her down, pig.
I can't hold her.
Well, you have to.
Are we crashing?
You'd better not
tell me we're crashing.
We're caught in
Pau Rosa's grav field
because your coordinates
were off.
This is where you wanted to go!
- Warning.
- 5,000 metres.
- Warning, impact.
- 3,000...
1,000... Harper!
Woo!
That was close.
ShroudTech's down.
Port thrust completely screwed.
Hey!
What are you doing?
You trying to bring
your fed mates to my door?
We got business
on this planet, bitch
and you're not gonna stop us.
Just let me help you.
I can help you.
Don't shoot her... yet.
Look, she's right.
We need the cop
to fly us out of here.
You want to kill her, wait.
Take out her con-chip.
No. No!
- No, no!
- Stay still.
Get up.
Comfy? No?
Good.
Why are the thermal
controls down?
And don't give me any of
your "I don't know" bullshit
cos I'm tired of
saving your life.
- Sand in the filters.
- There you go.
Who said they don't teach you
anything in fascist school?
What the fuck?
You'd better fix this.
Fix it quick
cos when I get back,
we need to shift.
Back from where?
None of your business, pig.
Aren't you late?
Oi, laughing boy, where do you
keep the tools on this crate?
I don't know. Just...
Well, that's a maintenance job,
really, innit?
I just lock people up.
How's that going?
Get this fucking
ShroudTech up and...
Fuck are you doing?
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't.
You wanna live?
Yeah.
Clear that dead meat
off this ship.
It's starting to honk.
Yeah.
I know.
She's all heart.
Mumma wants you.
We're going into town.
Solander Town.
Ooh, the thrills!
Light lunch, quick...
quick spin around the shops.
We've got business.
Indeed we do.
Now, you need to
get changed out of those
or you're going to
stand out like a dog's balls.
So, come on.
Sad rags to glad rags.
No, no...
Uh, no.
Oh, hello.
Marcia...
You want me
to make you pretty, Genny?
There you go.
It's not like
Marcia needs it now.
I mean,
it's not like we were mates.
Was it?
Still, you've gotta give people
a send-off, haven't ya?
Bit of respect at the end.
Who are you?
No, no, no.
Get away from me!
Quiet.
We need to get off this ship.
Listen, there's a comms tower.
We've raided
the suspect's house.
No sign of Wendell.
But we have found evidence of
revolutionary material.
Wendell's Arc. A rebel.
We need to raise
the threat level.
Increase security measures.
Root out any more infiltration.
Seems they want your daughter
to hold her to ransom.
We need to find Wendell.
Oi, I was here first.
If anyone's sneaking
this ride, it's me.
I'm the pirate,
Nantu born and bred
seventh gen, so I got
first dibs on this, yeah?
- First dibs?
- Yeah, exactly.
So be a good girl, go and nick
your own wheels, yeah?
Get off!
Look, you're lucky
cos I don't make a habit
of hitting girls.
That's unfortunate.
Whoa!
Where'd you learn
to fight like that?
Police Academy,
Combat Skills.
Top of my class.
I'm guessing you weren't
top of the class in Navigation.
Look, I just need
to make a call.
You want to know
where town is. Ooh...
Give us a lift.
- You hungry, sweets?
- What is it?
The deep-fried,
dirty taste of freedom.
I'm good, thanks.
Right, you.
Enough of the creepy crawlies.
And you, wipe that shit
off your face.
We're here to do business.
Let us in.
- She's expecting us.
- Not on the list.
You know what?
Why don't you take your list
and shove it right up...
And we're in, sweets.
You're late.
Where's my package?
- So I'm assuming it's in her.
- Nah, nah, nah.
She ain't no mule.
She's my daughter.
Candy Skov-King, enchante.
Time for a little
pass the parcel.
Have a drink.
Don't get too comfortable.
Told you, just want
the coordinates to Arcadia.
You help me, I'll be
out of your hair by sundown.
It's two suns, sweetie.
It's a complicated world.
Right, Harper,
the filters are clear.
Is the light back on?
Harper?
The fuck is Harper?
Did you see her go?
W... No.
- Well, I mean...
- Shit.
I've been doing this.
I'm not very good
at multi-tasking.
You know what,
you are genuinely
the shittest excuse for a human
being that I have ever...
Sorry, I wasn't...
Well, I mean...
- So you're a bent cop.
- What?
- I didn't say that.
- Yeah, you did.
Police Academy.
So what was it?
On the take? Hand in the till?
Sleep with a witness? Ooh.
Miscarriage of justice,
actually.
I'm a Commonworld Sky Cop,
trained pilot.
- Not a very good one.
- What?
I saw you crash your ship
into the forest
assuming that was you,
of course.
That wasn't a crash. That was
a textbook controlled landing.
Oh! Looked like a crash to me.
Uh, might wanna park
round the back.
Main street gets
a little bit lairy.
Avoiding someone?
Bit of a ruck last night,
as it happens.
Started with a card game,
ended in... death threats.
So, yeah,
I ain't sticking around.
- Don't fancy getting choked.
- Neither do I.
I'm going home.
- Take your clothes off.
- Really?
I mean,
I'm flattered, obviously.
I need your clothes.
I can't go out in this.
Nah. No chance.
Not having my threads, luv.
You want my wheels,
give me your pants.
You don't get 13 bags out
without a squeak.
Let's talk.
I need to make a call.
An emergency call to Earth.
Sorry, I don't understand.
Emergency, yeah?
I don't have any money.
No money, no call.
Where is my daughter
and what the fuck
have you done with her?
The Arc will resist
the might of the Commonworld.
You're her boss,
her commanding officer.
She trusted you, respected you,
and you framed her. Why?
Why did you do it?
We will disrupt
military, technological
and political infrastructures
that aim to suppress
the free will of the people
- both on Earth...
- You're a terrorist.
...and the wider
galactic communities.
Ma'am, a word.
- Mum? Oh, thank God.
- Ash?
Where are you?
Are you alright?
I'm OK. We're on Pau Rosa.
We crash-landed.
I didn't get the coordinates
but we're somewhere
in the Southern Desert.
We're locating you now.
Mum, please come and get me.
Please.
We will, darling. Of course.
Are you safe?
Have they hurt you?
No, I'm OK.
I've got away
but I think Tula,
the gang leader
is trying to
get them to Arcadia.
Officer Harper, this is Dr Lee.
- Can you hear me?
- Sir?
Where is Emma Grieves?
She's our primary concern.
Prisoner 99450.
She's a psychiatric inmate,
white hair.
Yeah. Yeah, I know her.
She was trying to kill me.
Harper, listen to me.
Emma Grieves
is an enemy of the state.
We need to know where she is.
I know where she is.
I left her near the ship.
Well, then
you need to go back. Find her.
Sir, I can't.
I can't go back to the Hemlock.
Dr Grieves
must be recaptured.
She's dangerous, a threat
to Commonworld Security.
Ash, I know you can do this.
I'll try, but I'll need backup.
She's dangerous.
We cannot wait.
If Dr Grieves
falls into enemy hands
the consequences will be more
terrible than we can imagine.
She's Arc, Ash.
And these are the terrorists
responsible for
your father's death.
I'll do it.
I'll apprehend her.
Don't let her leave Pau Rosa.
Our Jupiter cruisers will be
with you as soon as possible
and then we will bring you home.
That's it?
This has got the way to Arcadia?
Coordinates, secret routes...
Every gangster in the galaxy
is after this, Tula.
Ah, ah, ah!
Let's just wait until
your golden goose is empty.
What's your plan for Arcadia?
Gonna rebuild.
Well, maybe I'll join you
after I've squeezed the last
few dollars out of this hole.
Pau Rosa's dying on its arse,
taking most of us with it.
You ripped one.
You ripped one. Stop, I told...
Shut up, bitch.
Shut up.
Genny... help.
Opiate overdose.
Get off her!
Candy, wake up.
Hypoxia...
Hypercarbia...
What?
- What?
- It's an antidote.
Candy.
What do I do?
Candy, where do I put it?
Candy!
Candy?
What the hell have you done
to my men?
The hell have you done
to my property?
Knew I should never
have trusted you.
No, you shouldn't.
No!
There's nothing on it, you twat.
Do you really think,
by some miracle
I had the coordinates
to Arcadia, I'd give 'em to you?
Now fuck off out my bar,
my town, my planet.
Shit.
It's getting wild out there.
It's been
a shitter of a day, eh?
I said it's been
a shitter of a day, hasn't it?
This place, it's terrifying.
Sorry, I think
you might be a bit confused.
Just cos I didn't let you
get shot by Tula
does not mean
you get to do this.
- Do what?
- This. Talking. Friends.
I'm a con, you're a screw.
Opposite sides.
You still here?
Do you know what?
Just so you know, right...
I never wanted to be a screw.
I just...
I weren't very good at school.
My stepdad said
it'd be a good opportunity
a chance to travel.
Yeah, well,
your stepdad sounds like a dick.
He is. A massive, massive dick.
But do you know what?
I'm starting to think that
maybe he's right about me.
I am useless,
I've got no guts.
I mean, why haven't I even
ran away yet?
All good questions.
What even is this place?
"The Jewel of Aurea."
It's worse than Bolton.
Horrible dust everywhere.
It's bollocks.
Yes, it is bollocks.
Everything they told you
everything they taught you
is a lie.
Y'know, the only difference
between you and me
is that you bought the uniform
and believed the bullshit.
So what do I do now?
You want to know what to do?
Calm down, go back outside,
finish your hole
and let me learn
how to fly this crate.
Alert, proximity warning.
Alert, proximity warning.
Oh, no.
Is it another ship?
It's a drone.
It's a Commonworld scout drone.
Well, how did it know
where we were?
No...
Before we recommence,
I have some news.
Four Commonworld Jupiter
cruisers have been dispatched
to Pau Rosa to pick up Dr Emma
Grieves and my daughter.
So your plan,
the Arc's plan, has failed.
You don't get it,
do you, Arch-Marshall?
This isn't about me, you,
the leader.
It's about
the survival of Aurea.
You torture, rape, enslave
all under the guise of
ecological salvation.
We are saving Mother Earth.
By destroying the universe!
You're on the wrong side of
history, Arch-Marshall.
The people will see
what you are.
Maybe one day... even Ash.
My daughter will never turn.
She is loyal to the Commonworld
and she is loyal to me.
What the hell happened to her?
Trying day.
Genny, darling, be a dear
pass me that last bag.
Tula.
Have you got the coordinates?
Cos we gotta shift.
I've got nothing.
What do you mean,
you've got nothing?
You haven't got
the route to Arcadia?
No one knows the fucking way.
OK.
OK.
Well, we can
figure that out later
but we have gotta
get off Pau Rosa
cos either we are about to get
swallowed up by this storm
or blown out of the sky
by the Commonworld.
Where's the pig?
Gone.
What?
To give the Commonworld
our exact location
hence the drones.
You lost the pilot?
You let her escape?
Probably not in any position
to start playing
the blame game here, Tula.
Ignition failure.
Fuck.
What now?
Why aren't we taking off?
What's wrong?
- I don't know, Tula.
- Why not?
I don't know, Tula!
Is that you and Mumma even now?
The size of my habit, sweets...
it's a debt I'll never pay off.
You did this!
- You called the Commonworld!
- Don't.
Don't shoot me.
I would never shoot you.
I would never hurt you.
We need to get off-planet.
No, just stay here.
Wait it out!
If we don't move, we'll die.
Where the fuck
did you come from?
And where the fuck
have you been?
Second thoughts,
don't answer that.
Just get in the pilot seat
and get us out of here.
- I'm commandeering this ship.
- What?
I want the rest of you to leave.
I don't need you.
The fuck you're taking our ship.
Who the hell
do you think you are?
Look, let's just go. We can
find shelter in the woods.
We wouldn't survive.
The ground is subsiding.
- We need to stay on this ship.
- No chance.
Harper, get on the bridge.
You take one more step...
Look, let's just go.
It's not safe.
She's gonna kill us.
She won't kill me.
She will let me on.
I'm serious. Back away.
Back away or I will shoot you!
You really are mad.
No!
Shit, shit!
What the fuck?
I said, I said...
I told her and she kept coming!
Look.
- What...
- What?
What is she?
She's a witch.
Caution,
initialising gangplank.
Who's doing this?
- D... the screw!
- Drew. No, look.
Right, lock her up,
and the snitch.
I'm gonna find out
who's messing with our ship.
Get in.
Alright?
Who the fuck are you?
- Ooh.
- Hitchhiker, sweets.
Terrible hair
and his own agenda.
Yeah, the agenda's
about to save your arse.
Oh!
Uh, you've got
about one minute
before four Jupiter cruisers
are in your face.
Alert, proximity warning.
Alert, proximity warning.
Give me one good reason
why I should not kill you
right now.
Lightning's busted
one of your thrusters.
That's why
you can't take off.
I'm the only one that's gonna
get you out of this.
Yeah? How you gonna do that?
I'll just do it on one thruster.
Ride the turbulence.
You got company,
and then some.
We're about to surf the waves.
Have we got them?
Your daughter's been identified
by one of the drone's cameras.
She was with Emma Grieves.
Well, where is she now?
There was some sort of
altercation on the ground.
- No.
- The Hemlock has left
with them still onboard
before we could intercept.
No. You said
you would bring her home.
And we will, once
she's completed her mission.
Your daughter is a true servant
of the Commonworld.
Be proud.
I know you have been told
to capture me.
It will not happen.
There is a plan for us.
I'll kill anyone who stands
in the way of my escape.
You ruined my plans for freedom.
What are you talking about?
Ah, fuck it.
I don't care.
- Shoot 'em.
- Don't do this.
You cannot kill me.
Can chuck you
out the airlock, though.
Genevieve.
You will not touch her or me...
because I am
Dr Emma Grieves
former lead scientist
for the Commonworld
and founder member of the ARC...
and I know the way to Arcadia.
for a commendation.
No!
First Dad, now me.
Ash Harper? I learned
about your old man at school.
It's nice to meet ya.
I request the immediate release
of my daughter.
The procedures are quite clear.
Priority arrest
warrant for Sergeant Wendell.
All force necessary.
Get this connected.
I'm calling home.
A different prisoner
was due to be transferred.
Emma Grieves managed to
take her place.
Get her back.
Please don't make me do this.
I'm here.
Atmospheric entry complete.
What the hell was that?
We're coming in too fast!
Alert, altitude warning.
Slow her down, pig.
I can't hold her.
Well, you have to.
Are we crashing?
You'd better not
tell me we're crashing.
We're caught in
Pau Rosa's grav field
because your coordinates
were off.
This is where you wanted to go!
- Warning.
- 5,000 metres.
- Warning, impact.
- 3,000...
1,000... Harper!
Woo!
That was close.
ShroudTech's down.
Port thrust completely screwed.
Hey!
What are you doing?
You trying to bring
your fed mates to my door?
We got business
on this planet, bitch
and you're not gonna stop us.
Just let me help you.
I can help you.
Don't shoot her... yet.
Look, she's right.
We need the cop
to fly us out of here.
You want to kill her, wait.
Take out her con-chip.
No. No!
- No, no!
- Stay still.
Get up.
Comfy? No?
Good.
Why are the thermal
controls down?
And don't give me any of
your "I don't know" bullshit
cos I'm tired of
saving your life.
- Sand in the filters.
- There you go.
Who said they don't teach you
anything in fascist school?
What the fuck?
You'd better fix this.
Fix it quick
cos when I get back,
we need to shift.
Back from where?
None of your business, pig.
Aren't you late?
Oi, laughing boy, where do you
keep the tools on this crate?
I don't know. Just...
Well, that's a maintenance job,
really, innit?
I just lock people up.
How's that going?
Get this fucking
ShroudTech up and...
Fuck are you doing?
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't.
You wanna live?
Yeah.
Clear that dead meat
off this ship.
It's starting to honk.
Yeah.
I know.
She's all heart.
Mumma wants you.
We're going into town.
Solander Town.
Ooh, the thrills!
Light lunch, quick...
quick spin around the shops.
We've got business.
Indeed we do.
Now, you need to
get changed out of those
or you're going to
stand out like a dog's balls.
So, come on.
Sad rags to glad rags.
No, no...
Uh, no.
Oh, hello.
Marcia...
You want me
to make you pretty, Genny?
There you go.
It's not like
Marcia needs it now.
I mean,
it's not like we were mates.
Was it?
Still, you've gotta give people
a send-off, haven't ya?
Bit of respect at the end.
Who are you?
No, no, no.
Get away from me!
Quiet.
We need to get off this ship.
Listen, there's a comms tower.
We've raided
the suspect's house.
No sign of Wendell.
But we have found evidence of
revolutionary material.
Wendell's Arc. A rebel.
We need to raise
the threat level.
Increase security measures.
Root out any more infiltration.
Seems they want your daughter
to hold her to ransom.
We need to find Wendell.
Oi, I was here first.
If anyone's sneaking
this ride, it's me.
I'm the pirate,
Nantu born and bred
seventh gen, so I got
first dibs on this, yeah?
- First dibs?
- Yeah, exactly.
So be a good girl, go and nick
your own wheels, yeah?
Get off!
Look, you're lucky
cos I don't make a habit
of hitting girls.
That's unfortunate.
Whoa!
Where'd you learn
to fight like that?
Police Academy,
Combat Skills.
Top of my class.
I'm guessing you weren't
top of the class in Navigation.
Look, I just need
to make a call.
You want to know
where town is. Ooh...
Give us a lift.
- You hungry, sweets?
- What is it?
The deep-fried,
dirty taste of freedom.
I'm good, thanks.
Right, you.
Enough of the creepy crawlies.
And you, wipe that shit
off your face.
We're here to do business.
Let us in.
- She's expecting us.
- Not on the list.
You know what?
Why don't you take your list
and shove it right up...
And we're in, sweets.
You're late.
Where's my package?
- So I'm assuming it's in her.
- Nah, nah, nah.
She ain't no mule.
She's my daughter.
Candy Skov-King, enchante.
Time for a little
pass the parcel.
Have a drink.
Don't get too comfortable.
Told you, just want
the coordinates to Arcadia.
You help me, I'll be
out of your hair by sundown.
It's two suns, sweetie.
It's a complicated world.
Right, Harper,
the filters are clear.
Is the light back on?
Harper?
The fuck is Harper?
Did you see her go?
W... No.
- Well, I mean...
- Shit.
I've been doing this.
I'm not very good
at multi-tasking.
You know what,
you are genuinely
the shittest excuse for a human
being that I have ever...
Sorry, I wasn't...
Well, I mean...
- So you're a bent cop.
- What?
- I didn't say that.
- Yeah, you did.
Police Academy.
So what was it?
On the take? Hand in the till?
Sleep with a witness? Ooh.
Miscarriage of justice,
actually.
I'm a Commonworld Sky Cop,
trained pilot.
- Not a very good one.
- What?
I saw you crash your ship
into the forest
assuming that was you,
of course.
That wasn't a crash. That was
a textbook controlled landing.
Oh! Looked like a crash to me.
Uh, might wanna park
round the back.
Main street gets
a little bit lairy.
Avoiding someone?
Bit of a ruck last night,
as it happens.
Started with a card game,
ended in... death threats.
So, yeah,
I ain't sticking around.
- Don't fancy getting choked.
- Neither do I.
I'm going home.
- Take your clothes off.
- Really?
I mean,
I'm flattered, obviously.
I need your clothes.
I can't go out in this.
Nah. No chance.
Not having my threads, luv.
You want my wheels,
give me your pants.
You don't get 13 bags out
without a squeak.
Let's talk.
I need to make a call.
An emergency call to Earth.
Sorry, I don't understand.
Emergency, yeah?
I don't have any money.
No money, no call.
Where is my daughter
and what the fuck
have you done with her?
The Arc will resist
the might of the Commonworld.
You're her boss,
her commanding officer.
She trusted you, respected you,
and you framed her. Why?
Why did you do it?
We will disrupt
military, technological
and political infrastructures
that aim to suppress
the free will of the people
- both on Earth...
- You're a terrorist.
...and the wider
galactic communities.
Ma'am, a word.
- Mum? Oh, thank God.
- Ash?
Where are you?
Are you alright?
I'm OK. We're on Pau Rosa.
We crash-landed.
I didn't get the coordinates
but we're somewhere
in the Southern Desert.
We're locating you now.
Mum, please come and get me.
Please.
We will, darling. Of course.
Are you safe?
Have they hurt you?
No, I'm OK.
I've got away
but I think Tula,
the gang leader
is trying to
get them to Arcadia.
Officer Harper, this is Dr Lee.
- Can you hear me?
- Sir?
Where is Emma Grieves?
She's our primary concern.
Prisoner 99450.
She's a psychiatric inmate,
white hair.
Yeah. Yeah, I know her.
She was trying to kill me.
Harper, listen to me.
Emma Grieves
is an enemy of the state.
We need to know where she is.
I know where she is.
I left her near the ship.
Well, then
you need to go back. Find her.
Sir, I can't.
I can't go back to the Hemlock.
Dr Grieves
must be recaptured.
She's dangerous, a threat
to Commonworld Security.
Ash, I know you can do this.
I'll try, but I'll need backup.
She's dangerous.
We cannot wait.
If Dr Grieves
falls into enemy hands
the consequences will be more
terrible than we can imagine.
She's Arc, Ash.
And these are the terrorists
responsible for
your father's death.
I'll do it.
I'll apprehend her.
Don't let her leave Pau Rosa.
Our Jupiter cruisers will be
with you as soon as possible
and then we will bring you home.
That's it?
This has got the way to Arcadia?
Coordinates, secret routes...
Every gangster in the galaxy
is after this, Tula.
Ah, ah, ah!
Let's just wait until
your golden goose is empty.
What's your plan for Arcadia?
Gonna rebuild.
Well, maybe I'll join you
after I've squeezed the last
few dollars out of this hole.
Pau Rosa's dying on its arse,
taking most of us with it.
You ripped one.
You ripped one. Stop, I told...
Shut up, bitch.
Shut up.
Genny... help.
Opiate overdose.
Get off her!
Candy, wake up.
Hypoxia...
Hypercarbia...
What?
- What?
- It's an antidote.
Candy.
What do I do?
Candy, where do I put it?
Candy!
Candy?
What the hell have you done
to my men?
The hell have you done
to my property?
Knew I should never
have trusted you.
No, you shouldn't.
No!
There's nothing on it, you twat.
Do you really think,
by some miracle
I had the coordinates
to Arcadia, I'd give 'em to you?
Now fuck off out my bar,
my town, my planet.
Shit.
It's getting wild out there.
It's been
a shitter of a day, eh?
I said it's been
a shitter of a day, hasn't it?
This place, it's terrifying.
Sorry, I think
you might be a bit confused.
Just cos I didn't let you
get shot by Tula
does not mean
you get to do this.
- Do what?
- This. Talking. Friends.
I'm a con, you're a screw.
Opposite sides.
You still here?
Do you know what?
Just so you know, right...
I never wanted to be a screw.
I just...
I weren't very good at school.
My stepdad said
it'd be a good opportunity
a chance to travel.
Yeah, well,
your stepdad sounds like a dick.
He is. A massive, massive dick.
But do you know what?
I'm starting to think that
maybe he's right about me.
I am useless,
I've got no guts.
I mean, why haven't I even
ran away yet?
All good questions.
What even is this place?
"The Jewel of Aurea."
It's worse than Bolton.
Horrible dust everywhere.
It's bollocks.
Yes, it is bollocks.
Everything they told you
everything they taught you
is a lie.
Y'know, the only difference
between you and me
is that you bought the uniform
and believed the bullshit.
So what do I do now?
You want to know what to do?
Calm down, go back outside,
finish your hole
and let me learn
how to fly this crate.
Alert, proximity warning.
Alert, proximity warning.
Oh, no.
Is it another ship?
It's a drone.
It's a Commonworld scout drone.
Well, how did it know
where we were?
No...
Before we recommence,
I have some news.
Four Commonworld Jupiter
cruisers have been dispatched
to Pau Rosa to pick up Dr Emma
Grieves and my daughter.
So your plan,
the Arc's plan, has failed.
You don't get it,
do you, Arch-Marshall?
This isn't about me, you,
the leader.
It's about
the survival of Aurea.
You torture, rape, enslave
all under the guise of
ecological salvation.
We are saving Mother Earth.
By destroying the universe!
You're on the wrong side of
history, Arch-Marshall.
The people will see
what you are.
Maybe one day... even Ash.
My daughter will never turn.
She is loyal to the Commonworld
and she is loyal to me.
What the hell happened to her?
Trying day.
Genny, darling, be a dear
pass me that last bag.
Tula.
Have you got the coordinates?
Cos we gotta shift.
I've got nothing.
What do you mean,
you've got nothing?
You haven't got
the route to Arcadia?
No one knows the fucking way.
OK.
OK.
Well, we can
figure that out later
but we have gotta
get off Pau Rosa
cos either we are about to get
swallowed up by this storm
or blown out of the sky
by the Commonworld.
Where's the pig?
Gone.
What?
To give the Commonworld
our exact location
hence the drones.
You lost the pilot?
You let her escape?
Probably not in any position
to start playing
the blame game here, Tula.
Ignition failure.
Fuck.
What now?
Why aren't we taking off?
What's wrong?
- I don't know, Tula.
- Why not?
I don't know, Tula!
Is that you and Mumma even now?
The size of my habit, sweets...
it's a debt I'll never pay off.
You did this!
- You called the Commonworld!
- Don't.
Don't shoot me.
I would never shoot you.
I would never hurt you.
We need to get off-planet.
No, just stay here.
Wait it out!
If we don't move, we'll die.
Where the fuck
did you come from?
And where the fuck
have you been?
Second thoughts,
don't answer that.
Just get in the pilot seat
and get us out of here.
- I'm commandeering this ship.
- What?
I want the rest of you to leave.
I don't need you.
The fuck you're taking our ship.
Who the hell
do you think you are?
Look, let's just go. We can
find shelter in the woods.
We wouldn't survive.
The ground is subsiding.
- We need to stay on this ship.
- No chance.
Harper, get on the bridge.
You take one more step...
Look, let's just go.
It's not safe.
She's gonna kill us.
She won't kill me.
She will let me on.
I'm serious. Back away.
Back away or I will shoot you!
You really are mad.
No!
Shit, shit!
What the fuck?
I said, I said...
I told her and she kept coming!
Look.
- What...
- What?
What is she?
She's a witch.
Caution,
initialising gangplank.
Who's doing this?
- D... the screw!
- Drew. No, look.
Right, lock her up,
and the snitch.
I'm gonna find out
who's messing with our ship.
Get in.
Alright?
Who the fuck are you?
- Ooh.
- Hitchhiker, sweets.
Terrible hair
and his own agenda.
Yeah, the agenda's
about to save your arse.
Oh!
Uh, you've got
about one minute
before four Jupiter cruisers
are in your face.
Alert, proximity warning.
Alert, proximity warning.
Give me one good reason
why I should not kill you
right now.
Lightning's busted
one of your thrusters.
That's why
you can't take off.
I'm the only one that's gonna
get you out of this.
Yeah? How you gonna do that?
I'll just do it on one thruster.
Ride the turbulence.
You got company,
and then some.
We're about to surf the waves.
Have we got them?
Your daughter's been identified
by one of the drone's cameras.
She was with Emma Grieves.
Well, where is she now?
There was some sort of
altercation on the ground.
- No.
- The Hemlock has left
with them still onboard
before we could intercept.
No. You said
you would bring her home.
And we will, once
she's completed her mission.
Your daughter is a true servant
of the Commonworld.
Be proud.
I know you have been told
to capture me.
It will not happen.
There is a plan for us.
I'll kill anyone who stands
in the way of my escape.
You ruined my plans for freedom.
What are you talking about?
Ah, fuck it.
I don't care.
- Shoot 'em.
- Don't do this.
You cannot kill me.
Can chuck you
out the airlock, though.
Genevieve.
You will not touch her or me...
because I am
Dr Emma Grieves
former lead scientist
for the Commonworld
and founder member of the ARC...
and I know the way to Arcadia.