Intergalactic (2021): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
The gang ditch the Hemlock in favour of something a little less conspicuous. The group end up getting more than they bargained for when they encounter the eccentric Professor Blake.
Arcadia.
I've worked out the coordinates.
Where's the rest?
You'll receive it in stages
otherwise you've no reason
not to kill Ash.
They've just popped to NAR-59.
Pick up a couple of fuel rods.
You sent her
back to the Commonworld.
You trust her.
- Do you want this today, ma'am?
- Absolute proof
that this image has been faked.
Who gave you your orders
to frame my daughter?
Hello, Rebecca.
I will kill you, all of you
before I let you
take my daughter.
Our daughter.
And when I get
my arms around her
you will never see her again.
Morning...
snitch.
Door wide open.
Guess we must trust you now.
What the hell else
do I have to do to convince you?
One job and you think
you're one of us?
I don't buy it.
Witch says I can't kill you
but not my fault
if you have a little accident.
Mumma?
Mumma.
Found one.
Watch your back, snitch.
...including former Commonworld
police officer Ash Harper
were responsible for the theft
of New Aurum from NAR-59.
Harper and the escaped convicts
along with
an unknown male accomplice
are believed to still be
at large on the GCC Hemlock.
Two days, constant loop.
Every arsehole with a radio's
looking for us.
Is this it? Can this ship
get us out of here?
Uh, should do, yeah.
I don't like the look of it,
but we need to move fast.
And they got no defence shields,
no weapons systems.
They're wide open.
So we actually
doing this, then?
We're leaving this cage.
Abandon ship!
It's not right.
Hijacking, endangering
innocent people.
We don't have a choice.
We can't stay here.
She's right.
The Hemlock's too hot.
Let's ditch this crate.
We're taking that fucking ship.
Initialising power standby.
Oi, witch.
Suit yourself.
The hell is this place?
Why no defence? No security?
Don't care.
New set of wings is what it is.
Don't be shy now, Harper.
Do you hear that?
What the hell is it?
It's Thelonious Monk.
What the shitting hell?
- Put down your weapon.
- It's a ladle.
Please don't hurt me!
Please don't hurt me.
Who are you
and what do you want?
You know who we are, mate.
It's all over the airwaves.
We're the Commonworld's
most wanted.
I don't have a working radio.
This is a research vessel.
Look, please...
Please don't take my specimens.
Don't want your creatures,
you shitting hippy.
I want your ship.
Arch-Marshall. No signs
of the Hemlock yet, ma'am
but we've mobilised
two more scout squads
accelerated
search and retrieve protocols.
- What's that?
- We've issued
a galactic-wide communication
regarding the robbery at NAR-59.
Harper
and the escaped convicts...
Including information
that your daughter was involved.
Well, why wasn't I consulted?
We believe this will help
your daughter, ma'am.
Maintain her cover.
...doubled
the reward for their capture.
Now, I know you're concerned
but your daughter is
serving the Commonworld
in the most important way.
Maybe it would help
if you consider your daughter as
fulfilling her father's legacy.
Let this play out. Be patient.
But most of all...
be proud.
Check the rest of the ship.
Make sure
he's the only one on board.
How do you fly this thing?
Where are the controls?
You can't touch it.
She mustn't be disturbed.
I'm unable to fly this ship
until the fledglings have
flown the nest.
The fuck are you talking about?
Laurus Draco.
Gull lizard.
I thought they were extinct.
They were.
- No!
- No, don't touch!
Don't! No!
Savages!
Tula, he is just a scientist.
There is no need to kill him.
Stay out of this, witch.
Wait. The Laurus Draco bite
is poisonous.
Kill me... and you're dead.
Um...
Steroidal alkaloid bite can
lead to severe neurotoxicity.
What's that?
What's he talking about?
You have to stay calm,
completely still.
It reduces
the spread of the venom.
Maybe you could
lay down in here.
The Laurus Draco bite
needs to be kept sterile.
Mumma...
I'm just gonna have
a little rest.
Keep your eyes
on the others, yeah?
Make sure no one gets any ideas.
Sorry,
I'm really low on supplies.
Without the syringe driver
and the adrenaline shot
it's simply not safe
to administer the antidote.
Well, what will happen to
my mumma if...
Her throat will close up and...
there'll be muscle spasms
and respiratory arrest.
The Hemlock. Seriously.
I'll just pop back there.
Got a shit-ton of first aid.
There's a printer,
I can 3D print the rest.
See, that might work.
Not sure if I can remember
the codes, though.
Then find them.
- Got it.
- Sort out this shitshow.
This crate hasn't moved
in months.
Then you can go back to
the Hemlock.
I'll go with him.
Yeah, do it. I don't trust him
as far as I can throw him.
Quick as you can, yeah,
cos we need to get going.
And... be careful over there.
...an unknown male accomplice
are believed to still be
at large on the GCC Hemlock.
All vessels in the district
to remain vigilant.
The Commonworld have doubled
the reward for their capture.
Enough pills to kill a horse.
Right, Candy,
stop taking fucking horse pills
and listen, OK?
Something has happened.
That fucker is planning
to turn us in.
He wants the reward money.
So I need you to get
Genevieve...
- Hey!
- Ow.
I need you to tell Genevieve,
you hear me?
Tell Genny and I'll get Tula.
- Hear me?
- Mm-hmm.
Tell Tula what exactly?
OK, let's do this.
I just need to
grab something first.
Gotcha.
Genny! Wee!
Oh...
Ooh, you know,
I had something to tell you
and I can't remember what it is.
Oh!
Oh, they're so sweet!
Oh, hello!
That bird that you killed...
she had babies.
Probably die
without their mum now.
My mumma's sick.
Yeah, well,
theirs is dead, so...
Monster.
All the DNA
all the endangered species
of the Hestia Reef
my life's work.
Treasure trove.
It's not without its toll.
Intellectually?
Materially.
As you can see,
I'm not a wealthy man.
Ah, the Ictus Weaver.
One small bite can put you
in a coma for a week.
It finds the closest human.
So poisonous, so adorable.
The latest success in
my de-extinction programme.
And the other animals
you've cloned
you've released them back
into their natural habitats?
With limited success.
Their environment
is already compromised.
Well, I'm not without hope.
Happy family.
Shame about the street.
It's not a very safe part
of Old London.
Have you applied for a unit
inside the City Walls?
Every time.
Well, maybe this will be
your lucky year.
What do you need?
A location.
Can you extract it
from the bio-comms
used to contact the ARC?
Is this about
your daughter again, ma'am?
I need the location
on that chip.
Can you do it?
When you've cracked it,
I'll meet you in Parsons Green.
Didn't think you knew your way
round Old London.
It's my job to know.
Wait.
Where's the chip?
You left ARC tech at my desk?
I was hoping you would say yes.
Shit.
You OK?
Ooh, fuck me.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright.
Right, let's print this shit,
hotfoot it back to the zoo.
What's the hurry?
In case you haven't noticed,
Hemlock's still hot.
Verona disabled the ship.
There's no comms, no trace.
As long as we don't move,
we're safe.
What about Tula?
Do you really care about Tula?
I don't give a fuck, mate.
She's a maniac.
- So they can wait.
- What you doing now?
Let's go. Front row seats.
Greatest show in the universe.
I had this picture book
when I was a kid.
"Hestia Reef,
the Wonder of Aurea."
Obsessed with it, I was.
And now I'm here,
watching it for real.
With you.
Sorry.
Sorry. Sorry, I just...
Sorry.
- It's OK.
- It's not OK.
I just...
I got the impression you weren't
in a rush to get back.
I misread the situation.
I'm sorry.
Let's forget about that,
shall we?
Don't want to spoil this.
Top class view,
high class snacks.
No one's trying to kill us.
Exactly.
That's the trouble with cons,
innit? You can't trust 'em.
You can't turn your back
for one minute.
They're always trying to
fuck you over.
Not you, of course.
You don't know me.
I know enough.
I see it.
Whatever shit is flying around
you are always
trying to do the right thing.
What if I don't even know
what that is anymore?
What do you mean?
Just...
It's just, it's hard.
I don't want to be here.
I want to turn the clock back
and go home.
There's only one way
I can do that.
I get it.
You see something sad,
it makes you feel homesick.
See something nice,
it makes you feel even worse.
Do you know
that feeling you got?
That ache?
Lump in your throat.
I just push it down.
What, you can't go home?
Nah.
I'm sorry.
It's alright.
I mean...
Fuck, it's...
Sometimes it's more than
alright. Sometimes beautiful.
Oh!
I just thought that
if it looked like a flower
then they might wanna
eat it, but...
they don't want
anything from me.
It's the Commonworld.
They're heading straight for us!
Please. Please.
We need to hide
in the incubator.
You see, because it masks
your heat signature.
Look, I've been... I've been
hiding from them for years
- staying under the radar.
- No, no, no, no.
We don't hide.
We fight.
Look, I implore you.
This is your only chance
- of survival.
- He's right.
- You should hide.
- What about you?
I'll hide with ya.
Look, if they see me, then
they'll know that you're here.
And then...
Look, we have to do it.
Where's Verona?
She's perfectly safe.
Do you wanna stay for a drink?
Wanna get back?
What do you wanna do?
Uh, I'm OK, actually.
I just need to grab something.
Alright, well...
Pass me this code.
I've got to print
that syringe thingy.
Asteroids, admin...
It's one to tell the kids,
innit?
OK...
Bingo.
That's not a syringe.
He gave us the wrong code.
Hang on. Ash...
Nah, nah, nah.
Not doing this.
Not waiting.
We're sitting fucking ducks.
Just gotta do something.
Something not fucking right
about this.
Fuck!
Let me out of here, witch!
Fuck!
Let me out of here, witch!
Shut up!
You heard what he said.
Stay quiet.
Their sensors won't penetrate...
Fuck are you talking about?
They're coming for us.
Calm down, ladies.
Nothing to fear.
Oh, and the Commonworld
aren't coming.
Just my little ruse.
Blake?
Dr Hague Blake, yes.
It's sad you don't remember me,
Dr Grieves.
Despite you being
very complimentary
- about my dissertation.
- I...
I don't know
what you're talking about.
The, uh, PhD.
Graduated 2119.
Commenced on research work
at the Commonworld Institute
the following spring.
Right, well,
if you look to your left...
just behind the dodo there.
Of course, I've changed a lot
over the years.
You know, bit...
bit whiter in the beard
a bit broader in the view.
Whereas you, of course...
haven't aged a day.
I am Dr Emma Grieves
and I'm standing
in front of a tank
of a recently
discovered element
extracted from
an intergalactic meteorite
which we have named New Aurum.
It is our expectation
that New Aurum
will not only offer us
a way out of
our current ecological crisis
it will also render
fossil fuels obsolete
within our lifetime.
New Aurum is considered to be
exotic matter
because it has negative mass
when it is passed through
magnetic fields
so it also promises us
the prospect of travelling
ever deeper into space.
Maybe even one day
across stars.
To new galaxies, new worlds.
Just think of what wonders
we'll find out there.
- You alright?
- Yeah.
And this is the Holy Grail
of usable fusion energy.
Another five tesla, please.
It's a trap.
He knows what I am.
Let me out!
He's coming for me!
The amount of
energy created increases.
And remember, this is all
happening at room temperature.
What's happened?
Wait.
No, no!
Turn off the field!
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you?
She is someone very special.
The subject of
a thousand conspiracy theories.
She is the greatest scientist
of our age.
The woman of my dreams.
Show me your hands.
Hands in the air!
Fuck are they doing here?
Hands in the air!
- Please. Wait, wait, wait.
- You've got bio-comms.
We know you're in communication
with ARC.
Now show me your hands.
OK, wait.
Please, there's been a mistake.
Suspect is down.
Secure the area.
Make sure he was the only one.
What are you doing to her?
A simple harvest.
Starting...
from the top of your head
then working our way down.
Open wide, Dr Grieves.
You know, they say that
it's in times of conflict
that science makes
its greatest progress.
Wouldn't you agree,
Dr Grieves?
Please.
Please don't do this to me.
The Commonworld has
declared war on the environment
destroying the Hestia
and its beautiful creatures.
Now, I believe
it's the duty of all scientists
to give all that they can.
It's extraordinary.
An extraordinary result.
Over 100 years old
and yet, look.
Healthy follicles.
There must be
nearly 200,000 eggs.
Professor, we...
We are on the same side.
Your enemy is my enemy.
- The Commonworld, they...
- Shh, shh, shh.
You're more than
I could ever hope for.
All those years,
watching and waiting for you.
Scanning the airwaves.
Who'd have thought
terrorists could be so tedious?
But it was all worth it.
Follicles are mature...
ready for harvest!
Leave her alone,
you fucking sick fuck!
Oh, sit back down, love.
You're only gonna make it worse.
How's your arm, by the way?
Never was any fucking poison,
was there?
Nothing wrong with me!
The power of persuasion, huh?
Do you know,
I think a bit of Mozart
would lighten the mood,
don't you?
Now...
Now, as for the next bit...
I think you should just relax.
So...
your eggs...
my treasure trove.
No!
Stop! No!
So not only are my creatures
going to survive...
they're gonna live forever...
Just like you.
Drew!
Doors locked.
Doors locked.
Doors unlocked.
Please, no.
You're saying no?
Is that what you're saying?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Did she say yes?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Men like you...
are always sorry.
Until the next time.
Whoa...
Well, well...
It's been a while.
Want your usual?
Yeah, well, next time something
seems too good to be true...
Forget it.
Just lob him out the airlock
- then foot to the floor.
- Nah. No way.
Gonna take me
at least a couple of days
to get these engines up.
Yep, I vote Hemlock,
cos seriously?
This place is a shithole.
It's not a vote
and nah, we're not.
Hemlock's still hot.
We're staying here.
I will not remain on this ship.
Alright.
Back to the Hemlock.
Yeah.
Mumma?
- Can we?
- No!
No animals on my ship!
Next time I offer you a gun,
you take it.
Then you're a fool.
This universe...
it's full of men who think
they can take what they want.
I don't want to live
without hope.
Hope?
Hope will get you
drugged by your father
and passed round his mates.
Hope will get you
battered by your husband
again...
and again...
and again.
Until you buy a bigger gun
and you say...
enough.
You judge me, witch.
I make my choice...
and I choose not to be a victim.
Should have shot him
in the first place.
When I get my arms around her
you will never see her again.
Nothing quite like
your own gaff, is there?
Even with a few bits missing.
Not my fault.
Fucking hippy nearly took
me eyebrows off.
What's up with you two?
It was a difficult day.
I dunno... Had its highlights.
I want to thank you...
properly.
You saved me.
Same situation, I would've
done the same for anyone.
But you are changing.
These women, criminals
are becoming your friends.
No, but not you.
You're a terrorist.
I'm a pacifist,
and I've paid the price.
In the past... today.
I've only ever tried to help.
I don't want you
anywhere near me.
You are changing.
I can see you're not ready.
What the hell happened in here?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Let's just say...
Ash hoisted my mainsail.
The fuck?
It's a euphemism.
What happened to
your scalp, sweet?
Oh, what, this?
Uh, well...
while you were getting
off your head, Candy
I was getting mine bashed in.
Thank you for your concern.
It's a bit fucking late.
Fuck.
Signal connected.
This is Ash Harper...
I've worked out the coordinates.
Where's the rest?
You'll receive it in stages
otherwise you've no reason
not to kill Ash.
They've just popped to NAR-59.
Pick up a couple of fuel rods.
You sent her
back to the Commonworld.
You trust her.
- Do you want this today, ma'am?
- Absolute proof
that this image has been faked.
Who gave you your orders
to frame my daughter?
Hello, Rebecca.
I will kill you, all of you
before I let you
take my daughter.
Our daughter.
And when I get
my arms around her
you will never see her again.
Morning...
snitch.
Door wide open.
Guess we must trust you now.
What the hell else
do I have to do to convince you?
One job and you think
you're one of us?
I don't buy it.
Witch says I can't kill you
but not my fault
if you have a little accident.
Mumma?
Mumma.
Found one.
Watch your back, snitch.
...including former Commonworld
police officer Ash Harper
were responsible for the theft
of New Aurum from NAR-59.
Harper and the escaped convicts
along with
an unknown male accomplice
are believed to still be
at large on the GCC Hemlock.
Two days, constant loop.
Every arsehole with a radio's
looking for us.
Is this it? Can this ship
get us out of here?
Uh, should do, yeah.
I don't like the look of it,
but we need to move fast.
And they got no defence shields,
no weapons systems.
They're wide open.
So we actually
doing this, then?
We're leaving this cage.
Abandon ship!
It's not right.
Hijacking, endangering
innocent people.
We don't have a choice.
We can't stay here.
She's right.
The Hemlock's too hot.
Let's ditch this crate.
We're taking that fucking ship.
Initialising power standby.
Oi, witch.
Suit yourself.
The hell is this place?
Why no defence? No security?
Don't care.
New set of wings is what it is.
Don't be shy now, Harper.
Do you hear that?
What the hell is it?
It's Thelonious Monk.
What the shitting hell?
- Put down your weapon.
- It's a ladle.
Please don't hurt me!
Please don't hurt me.
Who are you
and what do you want?
You know who we are, mate.
It's all over the airwaves.
We're the Commonworld's
most wanted.
I don't have a working radio.
This is a research vessel.
Look, please...
Please don't take my specimens.
Don't want your creatures,
you shitting hippy.
I want your ship.
Arch-Marshall. No signs
of the Hemlock yet, ma'am
but we've mobilised
two more scout squads
accelerated
search and retrieve protocols.
- What's that?
- We've issued
a galactic-wide communication
regarding the robbery at NAR-59.
Harper
and the escaped convicts...
Including information
that your daughter was involved.
Well, why wasn't I consulted?
We believe this will help
your daughter, ma'am.
Maintain her cover.
...doubled
the reward for their capture.
Now, I know you're concerned
but your daughter is
serving the Commonworld
in the most important way.
Maybe it would help
if you consider your daughter as
fulfilling her father's legacy.
Let this play out. Be patient.
But most of all...
be proud.
Check the rest of the ship.
Make sure
he's the only one on board.
How do you fly this thing?
Where are the controls?
You can't touch it.
She mustn't be disturbed.
I'm unable to fly this ship
until the fledglings have
flown the nest.
The fuck are you talking about?
Laurus Draco.
Gull lizard.
I thought they were extinct.
They were.
- No!
- No, don't touch!
Don't! No!
Savages!
Tula, he is just a scientist.
There is no need to kill him.
Stay out of this, witch.
Wait. The Laurus Draco bite
is poisonous.
Kill me... and you're dead.
Um...
Steroidal alkaloid bite can
lead to severe neurotoxicity.
What's that?
What's he talking about?
You have to stay calm,
completely still.
It reduces
the spread of the venom.
Maybe you could
lay down in here.
The Laurus Draco bite
needs to be kept sterile.
Mumma...
I'm just gonna have
a little rest.
Keep your eyes
on the others, yeah?
Make sure no one gets any ideas.
Sorry,
I'm really low on supplies.
Without the syringe driver
and the adrenaline shot
it's simply not safe
to administer the antidote.
Well, what will happen to
my mumma if...
Her throat will close up and...
there'll be muscle spasms
and respiratory arrest.
The Hemlock. Seriously.
I'll just pop back there.
Got a shit-ton of first aid.
There's a printer,
I can 3D print the rest.
See, that might work.
Not sure if I can remember
the codes, though.
Then find them.
- Got it.
- Sort out this shitshow.
This crate hasn't moved
in months.
Then you can go back to
the Hemlock.
I'll go with him.
Yeah, do it. I don't trust him
as far as I can throw him.
Quick as you can, yeah,
cos we need to get going.
And... be careful over there.
...an unknown male accomplice
are believed to still be
at large on the GCC Hemlock.
All vessels in the district
to remain vigilant.
The Commonworld have doubled
the reward for their capture.
Enough pills to kill a horse.
Right, Candy,
stop taking fucking horse pills
and listen, OK?
Something has happened.
That fucker is planning
to turn us in.
He wants the reward money.
So I need you to get
Genevieve...
- Hey!
- Ow.
I need you to tell Genevieve,
you hear me?
Tell Genny and I'll get Tula.
- Hear me?
- Mm-hmm.
Tell Tula what exactly?
OK, let's do this.
I just need to
grab something first.
Gotcha.
Genny! Wee!
Oh...
Ooh, you know,
I had something to tell you
and I can't remember what it is.
Oh!
Oh, they're so sweet!
Oh, hello!
That bird that you killed...
she had babies.
Probably die
without their mum now.
My mumma's sick.
Yeah, well,
theirs is dead, so...
Monster.
All the DNA
all the endangered species
of the Hestia Reef
my life's work.
Treasure trove.
It's not without its toll.
Intellectually?
Materially.
As you can see,
I'm not a wealthy man.
Ah, the Ictus Weaver.
One small bite can put you
in a coma for a week.
It finds the closest human.
So poisonous, so adorable.
The latest success in
my de-extinction programme.
And the other animals
you've cloned
you've released them back
into their natural habitats?
With limited success.
Their environment
is already compromised.
Well, I'm not without hope.
Happy family.
Shame about the street.
It's not a very safe part
of Old London.
Have you applied for a unit
inside the City Walls?
Every time.
Well, maybe this will be
your lucky year.
What do you need?
A location.
Can you extract it
from the bio-comms
used to contact the ARC?
Is this about
your daughter again, ma'am?
I need the location
on that chip.
Can you do it?
When you've cracked it,
I'll meet you in Parsons Green.
Didn't think you knew your way
round Old London.
It's my job to know.
Wait.
Where's the chip?
You left ARC tech at my desk?
I was hoping you would say yes.
Shit.
You OK?
Ooh, fuck me.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright.
Right, let's print this shit,
hotfoot it back to the zoo.
What's the hurry?
In case you haven't noticed,
Hemlock's still hot.
Verona disabled the ship.
There's no comms, no trace.
As long as we don't move,
we're safe.
What about Tula?
Do you really care about Tula?
I don't give a fuck, mate.
She's a maniac.
- So they can wait.
- What you doing now?
Let's go. Front row seats.
Greatest show in the universe.
I had this picture book
when I was a kid.
"Hestia Reef,
the Wonder of Aurea."
Obsessed with it, I was.
And now I'm here,
watching it for real.
With you.
Sorry.
Sorry. Sorry, I just...
Sorry.
- It's OK.
- It's not OK.
I just...
I got the impression you weren't
in a rush to get back.
I misread the situation.
I'm sorry.
Let's forget about that,
shall we?
Don't want to spoil this.
Top class view,
high class snacks.
No one's trying to kill us.
Exactly.
That's the trouble with cons,
innit? You can't trust 'em.
You can't turn your back
for one minute.
They're always trying to
fuck you over.
Not you, of course.
You don't know me.
I know enough.
I see it.
Whatever shit is flying around
you are always
trying to do the right thing.
What if I don't even know
what that is anymore?
What do you mean?
Just...
It's just, it's hard.
I don't want to be here.
I want to turn the clock back
and go home.
There's only one way
I can do that.
I get it.
You see something sad,
it makes you feel homesick.
See something nice,
it makes you feel even worse.
Do you know
that feeling you got?
That ache?
Lump in your throat.
I just push it down.
What, you can't go home?
Nah.
I'm sorry.
It's alright.
I mean...
Fuck, it's...
Sometimes it's more than
alright. Sometimes beautiful.
Oh!
I just thought that
if it looked like a flower
then they might wanna
eat it, but...
they don't want
anything from me.
It's the Commonworld.
They're heading straight for us!
Please. Please.
We need to hide
in the incubator.
You see, because it masks
your heat signature.
Look, I've been... I've been
hiding from them for years
- staying under the radar.
- No, no, no, no.
We don't hide.
We fight.
Look, I implore you.
This is your only chance
- of survival.
- He's right.
- You should hide.
- What about you?
I'll hide with ya.
Look, if they see me, then
they'll know that you're here.
And then...
Look, we have to do it.
Where's Verona?
She's perfectly safe.
Do you wanna stay for a drink?
Wanna get back?
What do you wanna do?
Uh, I'm OK, actually.
I just need to grab something.
Alright, well...
Pass me this code.
I've got to print
that syringe thingy.
Asteroids, admin...
It's one to tell the kids,
innit?
OK...
Bingo.
That's not a syringe.
He gave us the wrong code.
Hang on. Ash...
Nah, nah, nah.
Not doing this.
Not waiting.
We're sitting fucking ducks.
Just gotta do something.
Something not fucking right
about this.
Fuck!
Let me out of here, witch!
Fuck!
Let me out of here, witch!
Shut up!
You heard what he said.
Stay quiet.
Their sensors won't penetrate...
Fuck are you talking about?
They're coming for us.
Calm down, ladies.
Nothing to fear.
Oh, and the Commonworld
aren't coming.
Just my little ruse.
Blake?
Dr Hague Blake, yes.
It's sad you don't remember me,
Dr Grieves.
Despite you being
very complimentary
- about my dissertation.
- I...
I don't know
what you're talking about.
The, uh, PhD.
Graduated 2119.
Commenced on research work
at the Commonworld Institute
the following spring.
Right, well,
if you look to your left...
just behind the dodo there.
Of course, I've changed a lot
over the years.
You know, bit...
bit whiter in the beard
a bit broader in the view.
Whereas you, of course...
haven't aged a day.
I am Dr Emma Grieves
and I'm standing
in front of a tank
of a recently
discovered element
extracted from
an intergalactic meteorite
which we have named New Aurum.
It is our expectation
that New Aurum
will not only offer us
a way out of
our current ecological crisis
it will also render
fossil fuels obsolete
within our lifetime.
New Aurum is considered to be
exotic matter
because it has negative mass
when it is passed through
magnetic fields
so it also promises us
the prospect of travelling
ever deeper into space.
Maybe even one day
across stars.
To new galaxies, new worlds.
Just think of what wonders
we'll find out there.
- You alright?
- Yeah.
And this is the Holy Grail
of usable fusion energy.
Another five tesla, please.
It's a trap.
He knows what I am.
Let me out!
He's coming for me!
The amount of
energy created increases.
And remember, this is all
happening at room temperature.
What's happened?
Wait.
No, no!
Turn off the field!
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you?
She is someone very special.
The subject of
a thousand conspiracy theories.
She is the greatest scientist
of our age.
The woman of my dreams.
Show me your hands.
Hands in the air!
Fuck are they doing here?
Hands in the air!
- Please. Wait, wait, wait.
- You've got bio-comms.
We know you're in communication
with ARC.
Now show me your hands.
OK, wait.
Please, there's been a mistake.
Suspect is down.
Secure the area.
Make sure he was the only one.
What are you doing to her?
A simple harvest.
Starting...
from the top of your head
then working our way down.
Open wide, Dr Grieves.
You know, they say that
it's in times of conflict
that science makes
its greatest progress.
Wouldn't you agree,
Dr Grieves?
Please.
Please don't do this to me.
The Commonworld has
declared war on the environment
destroying the Hestia
and its beautiful creatures.
Now, I believe
it's the duty of all scientists
to give all that they can.
It's extraordinary.
An extraordinary result.
Over 100 years old
and yet, look.
Healthy follicles.
There must be
nearly 200,000 eggs.
Professor, we...
We are on the same side.
Your enemy is my enemy.
- The Commonworld, they...
- Shh, shh, shh.
You're more than
I could ever hope for.
All those years,
watching and waiting for you.
Scanning the airwaves.
Who'd have thought
terrorists could be so tedious?
But it was all worth it.
Follicles are mature...
ready for harvest!
Leave her alone,
you fucking sick fuck!
Oh, sit back down, love.
You're only gonna make it worse.
How's your arm, by the way?
Never was any fucking poison,
was there?
Nothing wrong with me!
The power of persuasion, huh?
Do you know,
I think a bit of Mozart
would lighten the mood,
don't you?
Now...
Now, as for the next bit...
I think you should just relax.
So...
your eggs...
my treasure trove.
No!
Stop! No!
So not only are my creatures
going to survive...
they're gonna live forever...
Just like you.
Drew!
Doors locked.
Doors locked.
Doors unlocked.
Please, no.
You're saying no?
Is that what you're saying?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Did she say yes?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Men like you...
are always sorry.
Until the next time.
Whoa...
Well, well...
It's been a while.
Want your usual?
Yeah, well, next time something
seems too good to be true...
Forget it.
Just lob him out the airlock
- then foot to the floor.
- Nah. No way.
Gonna take me
at least a couple of days
to get these engines up.
Yep, I vote Hemlock,
cos seriously?
This place is a shithole.
It's not a vote
and nah, we're not.
Hemlock's still hot.
We're staying here.
I will not remain on this ship.
Alright.
Back to the Hemlock.
Yeah.
Mumma?
- Can we?
- No!
No animals on my ship!
Next time I offer you a gun,
you take it.
Then you're a fool.
This universe...
it's full of men who think
they can take what they want.
I don't want to live
without hope.
Hope?
Hope will get you
drugged by your father
and passed round his mates.
Hope will get you
battered by your husband
again...
and again...
and again.
Until you buy a bigger gun
and you say...
enough.
You judge me, witch.
I make my choice...
and I choose not to be a victim.
Should have shot him
in the first place.
When I get my arms around her
you will never see her again.
Nothing quite like
your own gaff, is there?
Even with a few bits missing.
Not my fault.
Fucking hippy nearly took
me eyebrows off.
What's up with you two?
It was a difficult day.
I dunno... Had its highlights.
I want to thank you...
properly.
You saved me.
Same situation, I would've
done the same for anyone.
But you are changing.
These women, criminals
are becoming your friends.
No, but not you.
You're a terrorist.
I'm a pacifist,
and I've paid the price.
In the past... today.
I've only ever tried to help.
I don't want you
anywhere near me.
You are changing.
I can see you're not ready.
What the hell happened in here?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Let's just say...
Ash hoisted my mainsail.
The fuck?
It's a euphemism.
What happened to
your scalp, sweet?
Oh, what, this?
Uh, well...
while you were getting
off your head, Candy
I was getting mine bashed in.
Thank you for your concern.
It's a bit fucking late.
Fuck.
Signal connected.
This is Ash Harper...