Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Glitch in the System - full transcript
An easy salvage job on an abandoned ship takes an insidious turn when the Killjoys are trapped aboard, in a tense, terrifying standoff that forces them to confront their own darkest secrets.
LUCY: Previously
on Killjoys...
What do you see
in those nightmares?
And why does someone
here want you dead?
PAWTER: Look, if you care
at all about yourself
or your team,
you need to get help.
Can you treat me?
What's in it for me?
I don't like most doctors.
I like you.
If you have any business
that you need squared away...
I'll square it away.
Hello, little bird.
DUTCH: How did you find me?
I never let you go.
From the time you
receive the box,
you'll have one week
to do as I've asked.
Khlyen wants you dead.
And I want to know why.
DUTCH: I love you.
But you're an idiot.
JOHN: I have a real
feel for asteroids.
And I'm telling you,
the ship is behind that one.
Okay, then.
Fifty Joy.
One, no one has
a feel for asteroids.
And two, this is
the last time I take
a C and C after you've
been into the Hokk.
LUCY: ID beacon
location confirmed.
John's selection of
asteroid is correct.
Hey, Lucy always takes your side.
You're her favorite.
She's a systems computer, Dutch.
She doesn't have favorites.
LUCY: Correct again, John.
Or we could make
this interesting.
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Damn it!
Hey, our therapy session was supposed
to start an hour ago, Jaqobis.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I lost
track of time. Sorry.
Are you still having
the memory issues?
I'm fine.
(CLEARS THROAT)
A lot of people
with trauma don't want
to remember what
traumatized them.
Maybe you aren't
ready to try.
No, it's, uh...
It's just...
(KNOCKING)
Hey, we found
an abandoned ship.
Um...
Pawter. I'm sorry.
I can, uh, come back.
Um...
Sorry. Duty calls.
Next time.
Is the ship's signal coming from Arkyn?
Arkyn's empty.
It's a dead moon,
thanks to the Company.
We were passing the
Graveyard when Lucy...
The Graveyard?
Asteroid belt.
Lucy picked up a repeating ID
beacon, over a decade old.
Hey.
You said Hokk Pong, whoever
wins gets to go onboard first.
You left. I made
an executive decision.
(SCOFFS) You told me to go get D'av to
be a judge, and then you scooped me?
That was my decision.
It's a C and C warrant.
Claim and...
Claim and clear.
Any abandoned vessel found
in non-territorial space
can be boarded by any RAC
agent in good standing.
Any and all items found on said
ship can be claimed by said agent,
after which time...
He reads instruction
manuals, too.
I don't know
who's more annoying,
him or you having to
be first all the time.
It's my thing.
So, how are we boarding?
Mobile bridge to the ship's
emergency airlock.
I'll make sure that life support's online.
You guys follow.
Then, we grab
everything we can find.
Lucy, decrypt
that beacon yet?
LUCY: Affirmative. The Aegir
is classified as a cargo ship.
Planet of origin unspecified.
GWT of 20,000.
Grav weight of 20,000?
Must be hauling heavy.
Right? Under no colors? I mean, who
knows what we're going to find.
John, why don't you
do the honors,
what with your
"feel for asteroids."
(CLICKS TONGUE) on.
JOHN: All right, Lucy, time for
a little treasure hunting.
LUCY: With pleasure, John.
JOHN: Whoa.
LUCY: Airlock bridge
extended.
Gravity at 96 percent.
I'm in the mobile bridge.
Approaching the Aegir's
emergency airlock now.
Well, that's great
to hear, Dutch.
I'm so happy for you.
Really.
Come on, Johnny. First cool
thing I find is all yours.
Lucy,any luck
opening the airlock door?
LUCY: Limited system interface,
unable to override security protocol.
Bet you'd find a way
if John was doing it.
Dutch.
All right, let's see if the
default Company code works.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARING)
Shit.
LUCY: Aegir security initiated.
Return to ship immediately.
Dutch, get back here.
You don't know what kind of
defense system this ship has.
It could set off
thermals or a gas cloud.
If they go off when
Lucy's opening
her door for me,
we're all screwed.
Setting a directional
charge.
Dutch, what are you doing?
If this bitch won't open
on her own, I'll make her.
Dutch, no.
(ALARM BLARING)
LUCY: Charge deactivated.
Dutch, what happened?
I don't know.
It just stopped.
JOHN: I don't like this.
Lucy, scan again
for life forms.
LUCY: Still reading
zero life forms.
I'm in.
Grav is online.
Lucy, check the O2 levels
on my suit sensor.
LUCY: Oxygen optimal.
No toxins detected.
Well, all right, then. Let's get
this party started, shall we?
(SIGHS)
Time for some
treasure hunting, boys.
JOHN: Well, Lucy's plugged in.
We'll be right over.
D'AVIN: Protocol says we clear
the ship, then detonate it.
So. Mines?
Oh, yeah. Big ones.
How can you
not love this job?
Let's go find some
treasure and blow shit up.
Come, come, come uninvited
Run, run, run
till I find you
I don't care which side
that you're fighting
Gonna get you gone
Best guess
what's onboard?
Hard to say.
And that's assuming
the ship pickers haven't
already gotten to her.
Look out, space rats!
Grow up, Johnny.
Space rats? Really?
Yeah, it's...
It's an old family joke.
Hilarious.
System status? Any idea
what happened to this rig?
Plugged into
the top-level BIOS.
Telemetric engine's cacked.
The drive blew out and the
crew hightailed it out.
Well, any idea
where she's from?
Haven't seen any
markings I recognize.
Beyond the Quad maybe?
Planet of origin info should
be printed on the transponder,
which we will need
for proof of our claim.
So, you go find the
transponder, Sugar Pants.
D'avin can plant
the explosives,
while I go look
for some booty.
No. You want to say something?
No?
Mmm-mmm.
(GRUNTS)
Lucy, some music,
please.
LUCY: Absolutely, John.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Sugar Pants.
Nice pick, John.
Will let you know when I
find something pretty.
You know, there were
never any actual space rats.
Dad just made them up to scare
you away from the junkyard.
Me??
I thought he made them up to keep
you from joining Nova Cadets.
Well, didn't exactly work
for either of us, did it?
Yeah, like pretty
much everything he did.
But, hey.
He was just trying his best
like we all do, right?
You trying to have a moment, John?
No.
Maybe.
Shut up.
Ow!
I'm glad that
you're seeing Pawter.
Help you with your
memories, you know?
You always were the
optimist of the family.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Someone had to be.
All right, the engine
room is in the aft deck.
I'm going to grab
the transponder,
and then we should go see
if we can go find something
before Dutch gets
her hands on everything.
Don't blow yourself up.
(CHUCKLES)
DUTCH: I'm entering
the cargo hold.
(MUSIC DISTORTING)
Johnny. The music?
Cargo hold's empty.
(SIGHS)
Ship pickers must
have gotten here already.
Damn it.
Guys, I found something.
Not cargo, I mean.
Something. I don't know.
John? D'av?
Come back?
(DOOR OPENS)
Lucy, what's going on
with the music?
LUCY: I'm experiencing interference.
Recalculating.
(MUSIC CONTINUES DISTORTING)
DUTCH: (DISTORTED)
John?
Come back?
Dutch? Say again?
(SCOFFS) I said there's
some kind of barricade.
Signs of a fight.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Guys, we're not alone.
I'm not sure if you
guys can hear this,
but I found
the transponder and it's...
It's weird.
There's no
planet of origin info,
there's no serial numbers...
It's blank.
(PANTING)
Stop! I'm in pursuit.
Lower level.
John. D'av. Come in. He's
heading for the stairs.
(MUSIC DISTORTS)
Hey, Johnny, you want
to fix the tunes'?
Slacker.
I got a visual on
some blood here.
Looks fresh. Copy?
Anybody?
Whoa. Whoa, guys.
LUCY: Warning. Possible
contamination detected.
Quarantine procedure
initiated. Disengaging.
Lucy, what the hell?
What are you doing?
Lucy!
(SIGHS)
Dutch?
Hey! He's at the airlock.
Get back,
you son of a bitch!
Guys, I found someone.
Get back!
DUTCH: Stop!
Lucy, possible breach.
Buddy, do not even think
of entering my ship.
What the...
I don't understand.
Stop. What are you doing?
Lucy, do not open...
No!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Lucy.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Lucy, return to ship
and re-engage. Acknowledge.
Lucy. This is Dutch.
Acknowledge.
JOHN: Somebody talk to me.
Anybody.
John? Where are you?
Dutch. Lucy went
into quarantine.
I can't get a response.
She retracted the bridge.
What the hell is going on?
I have no idea.
JOHN: Lucy's barely 50 meters away.
But without a bridge,
she might as well be 50,000.
Why can't we get her to respond?
Why won't she come back?
I don't know. It's like she
sensed some kind of contamination
and went into
full quarantine.
That's deeply unnerving.
Plus, my deep suit's
gone missing.
At least our comms are working again.
Thanks for that.
And I do have full access to
all the security cam feeds.
And I'm working on
access to Lucy now.
Be careful with that
guy D'avin apprehended.
We're just about
to interrogate him.
You want to tell us
what's going on, Mister...
Hogan.
We were just ship pickers.
Me and Wilson.
HOGAN: We picked up a beacon.
Same as you. Cargo ship.
Origins unknown.
Sounded like a big payday.
Once we boarded, our ship's
anchor line retracts.
No way back. No engines.
No comms. Nothing.
How long ago was this?
(SIGHS) Couple of years,
maybe. More.
You lose track.
We would have been happy
to get you out of here
if your pal wasn't too busy
trying to hijack my ship.
Lady, you see what
he did to my leg?
His fingers?
Poor bastard was spaced.
Seen enough of it
in the service.
D'AVIN: You an officer?
I worked for a living, son.
Infantry. First and Seventh,
Howling Mavs.
The Mavs, from Korel. You guys
were in the ass end of the
Skyborne.
Royal Syndicate.
Well, you don't say.
Cavalry has arrived.
Lead on, son.
D'av.
Before we go bringing this guy
onboard, what's your gut on him?
Considering how long
he's been stranded?
I'm not sure
I'd be any better off.
Plus, he's infantry.
They're usually not known
for their personalities.
I heard that.
But as soon as you're done
insulting my beloved corps,
maybe we want to figure out how to
get the hell off of this coffin.
I'm all ears.
We have no contact with our
ship, and my deep suit's gone.
It must have been Wilson.
Well, I still got the ones me and
Wilson used when we first boarded.
You have deep suits, and you
never used them to get away?
Ship was gone, so where to?
The nearest rock?
Here. Let me show you
where they are.
Oh. Sorry.
Leg. Damn it.
You need that looked at.
You got an infirmary on board?
Yeah, yeah, but it's...
It's on a lower deck.
Suits are on
upper level, aft.
Look, I'll take
Mr. Hogan to the infirmary.
Get him patched up.
You go get the suits. We meet
back up in the engine room.
Omega clearance required.
Oh, you...
Fine. Be that way.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Mmm-hmm.
(SIGHS)
He)', hey. Hang on.
Dutch? I think
I got something here.
Any luck with Lucy?
Not yet. I'm resetting
the ship's signal systems.
But I don't think that this
is a cargo vessel at all.
What does "lMUR"
mean to you?
Imperial Marines of the United
Republic, out near the rim.
Exactly. And that's
why there's no cargo.
It's military.
Military.
What kind of mission?
I'll go through the logs
while the array resets.
Well, just do it fast. As soon as I
find these deep suits, we are off.
Dutch?
You Okay?
Stand by.
I thought the old man said the
infirmary was on the lower deck.
(EXHALES)
Any chance you can put the
heat on in the infirmary?
The room's an icebox.
JOHN". Sure. Soon as I'm done with
the logs and reconnecting to Lucy.
Hey, you want me
to make you some lunch, too?
That would be nice.
HOGAN". Always amazes me.
Meet a new guy, serves on another
planet, whole other system even.
Same jokes, same crap.
Military's nothing
if not predictable.
What about you?
Ah! You know. Same old story.
Looking for fame and fortune.
Nice, safe retirement.
And now that we have
received the final batch,
I am very excited to begin our
first procedure on live subjects.
Oh, just over there, please.
Stop.
What?
Hogan.
Oh!
My guys all told me
it was a dumb idea.
Miss those idiots.
Well, you know
what they say.
You join for your nation,
but you stay for your squad.
It's all right, son.
You're here now.
Whatever you were looking
for, this is the answer.
Excuse me?
JOHN: D'av, it's John. Don't respond.
Just listen.
Trust me. This old guy
is not what he says.
Get to the engine room, now.
Give me a signal you copy.
How is this ship
for space rats?
Hmm. Nice.
See you soon.
Space rats?
The hell you talking about?
Sorry.
Old Skyborne slang. We got a
problem in the engine room.
The sooner I can
swing by there,
the sooner we can get you
to the infirmary.
Well, suit yourself.
Elevator's this way.
(GASPS)
Johnny. Where's D'av?
JOHN: He's on his way
to the engine room. Why?
How deep is
this engine room?
Don't worry.
When we get there,
you'll understand.
Damn it,
thing's coming off.
(GRUNTING)
I told you it would come undone
the way that you tied it.
Sorry, son.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What the hell?
We've got work to do.
Oh!
HEY-
Hey!
What the hell is this?
(PANTING)
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A. You
will submit to questioning.
Prepare for implantation.
HOGAN: Just relax.
Trust me.
What the hell is this about?
Where's my crew?
It will be their time soon.
COMPUTER:
Implantation commencing.
Well, I can't say
it will be okay.
(GASPS)
(COUGHS)
But at least now we'll get
to the truth, won't we?
For instance,
I never left the service.
And I love my job.
What did you do to me?
What was that cloud thing?
Just listen.
You'll see.
COMPUTER". Prisoner 248-A.
What is your name,
rank and serial number?
Go on. Tell him.
Name, rank
and serial number.
I'm not telling you anything.
Unacceptable response.
Son, I've been
a guard on this ship
since she made
her first sky break.
Trust me. You will talk.
Commencing persuasion.
Dominant forearm.
Ah!
Name, rank
and serial number.
No. Stop.
Name, rank, and serial...
D'avin Jaqobis,
Skyborne Second Shield, 956!
Stop!
Commencing reconstruction.
(EXHALES)
There. That wasn't
so hard, was it?
(COUGHING)
WOMAN: I don't know
anything about Red 17!
I don't know
anything about Red 17!
COMPUTER: Prisoner 23-B. What
is your connection to Red 17?
I don't know.
I swear. You are crazy.
COMPUTER". Unacceptable.
Commencing persuasion.
Ocular region.
How many?
Dozens.
The recordings are from years
ago, but they're all the same.
Starts with easy questions,
then gets more personal.
Last stage is this.
Red 17.
Where the hell is D'av?
I don't know, but he's
not answering his comms.
I'm searching the feeds for him.
We've got to find him. Now.
Can we check them
on another monitor?
Yeah, why?
Because l recognize that woman.
You've got to see this.
I get it.
Oh, yeah?
Get what, son?
Your ship.
No cargo. No ID.
You're not regular military.
You're black ops.
Enhanced interrogation.
You're a torture unit.
Like I said. Nice not
to have to lie anymore.
But you're the one
with questions to answer.
So, where's your crew?
What happened?
Come on,
soldier to soldier.
Well, we were out
on tour maybe six weeks
when we ran through
the path of a solar flare.
Blew the engine right out.
Started drifting.
I got sent down to check the machine.
That's when it chose me.
COMPUTER". Prisoner 248-A.
No. Wait. Hold on.
First few weeks,
you think, "Well, bad luck."
Next few, you think,
"Maybe there's a reason."
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
detail your last mission.
But that doesn't
matter now, son.
JOHN: Come on, D'av, where the hell
are you? You've got to be somewhere.
Most of these people have military ID.
It's not just prisoners.
It's the ship's crew. What
the hell did this to them?
That cloud, it's like
some kind of drug?
What kind of drug puts a hole in your head?
Or these other ones.
These people died from
massive brain trauma.
D'av? Dutch, it's him.
DUTCH: Where is that?
I don't know.
The feed's blanked.
This is just what's coming through raw.
Come on, give me some sound.
D'AVIN: No, wait.
Please don't.
We have to go.
We have to get him.
Yes, we do. But we
don't know where he is.
And we don't know what the
hell is happening to him.
That console is our
only link to him. Use it.
Stop. I don't know anything.
There's no point.
The captain said
the same thing.
"I don't know what happened. It was
an accident. You're just a guard."
So, I showed him the way.
Gave him his turn.
You killed your own captain.
No! I helped him.
I helped them all.
To do their duty.
COMPUTER: Commencing persuasion.
Lower left abdomen.
(CHOKING)
D'av! D'av, we're here!
The room must be shielded. Has
to be why our comms don't work.
We're cut off.
JOHN: Come on, D'av, give
us a clue to where you are.
Are you scared?
Screw you.
It's okay.
I was scared, too.
When you don't know
what's going to happen.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
detail your last mission.
I know what's happening.
Oh, yeah?
What do you know?
You start with simple questions.
Then, you get personal.
Looking for weak spots.
Good. That's right.
Until you break them down.
So, then, you know there's no
point lying about anything.
Is there?
Unless you've got
something to hide.
Listen to me, son.
I know you.
Soldiers. Warriors.
We're the same.
No! Trust me. It's the only way.
Tell me what you did.
Do you know what he's talking about?
No. No.
I'm still looking
for location here.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
detail your last mission.
It was a recon.
Simple sweep and sensor. Me, my squad.
There was nothing.
Go on.
I can't.
You just started.
I can't.
What do you mean? I can't!
I mean I can't remember!
I don't know what it was
about or how it started!
Then, what do you remember?
What do you...
I killed them!
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
please explain in detail who
you killed, and in what...
MY Squad!
COMPUTER:
Commencing reconstruction.
But...
Your own squad?
Son.
Why?
I don't know.
(SOBBING)
I just know what I did.
JOHN: We've got to
shut down that machine.
DUTCH: How?
Follow me.
HOGAN: You did good, son.
You did real good.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A, what
is your connection to Red 17?
But we're just starting.
What is this thing, Johnny?
Gut instinct.
I don't know.
Whatever it is, it...
It breaks things down, but then
it builds them back up again.
It's biological,
maybe, or mechanical.
It's her. She might
give us something.
This is Dr. Lyra Grange.
This is my final report.
I don't have much time, there
are still so many of us.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 23-B, you are
not authorized to leave your cell.
It's the head guard, Hogan.
After the accident,
he completely decompensated.
He lured the captain, the
crew, there was a fight...
COMPUTER: Prisoner 23-B. You are
currently in infirmary, starboard.
Return to sublevel
1 for interrogation.
There. Sublevel 1.
I'm going.
No, I'm going.
He's my brother.
John, you still need to figure out
what the hell we're dealing with here.
Dutch, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
He used the nanites
on all of us.
Nanites.
There's no way
to override them.
The interrogation
program won't stop.
It just keeps going.
I don't know why.
There's no other way.
(FIRES)
Well. That's one way
to beat it.
I think I've found them.
You figure out
how to shut it off?
WOMAN: Advances in
sub-microscopic technology
allow the nanites to break
down any organic matter
in ways that mimic
disease or trauma.
We can't shut it off.
It's just microscopic robots
programmed to tear us down, and
then build us up again and again.
I mean, it's the perfect
torture device, really.
But the program running them,
when does it stop?
That's the thing.
The accident didn't
just ruin the engine.
It fried the whole system.
It's on a loop.
Torture, heal,
torture, heal.
I don't think it knows
how to stop.
So, unless we
destroy the program,
the only way out is to die
faster than it can fix you.
That's why Mr. Crazy
went out the airlock.
He wasn't
trying to steal Lucy.
He was just trying to...
Make it stop.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A, what
is your connection to Red 17?
I'm telling you,
I don't know anything.
Unacceptable.
Come on, son.
This is what it's all about.
We've all been there.
What do you mean, "we"? I'm the
one on the inside of this glass.
You don't think I'd spare myself, do you?
That would be very unfair.
I do my time.
You do this to yourself?
Affirmative.
Well, I did.
After the crew,
my own men,
took the coward's way out.
I was the only one left.
Every day, I'd come in.
And every day, he asked
me the same question.
Red 17.
And when I didn't answer...
Okay. Okay, then. At least
tell me what Red 17 is.
Oh, I have no idea.
Need-to-know basis.
Way beyond
my clearance level.
They never told you
what you're looking for?
Shouldn't matter.
The program will know.
The program has to know.
I mean, when it knew
I didn't have the answer...
One day, it just...
Stopped asking.
Rejected me.
But I'm a good soldier.
I knew the mission
wasn't over.
So, I set up a beacon
to bring the curious.
The greedy.
The lost. Like you.
Why do you keep doing this?
Why?
I guess I just
have faith, son.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Your friend
tripped the alarm.
Looks like
it's her turn now.
Dutch? No. Get out of here.
Run. No, look out!
Didn't even make me
come running for you.
You are a thoughtful guest.
No! No!
(GASPS)
What the hell are you doing?
Saving you. You're welcome.
There's nothing
to save here.
Yeah. Saw as much
in the infirmary.
That wasn't...
That wasn't what I wanted.
They did that by their own hand.
They were weak. Gave up.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-8. What is
your name, rank and serial number?
Dutch. lt won't stop.
I know. We saw.
And heard.
Did John?
Commencing persuasion.
Dominant forearm.
(SCREAMS)
All right, missy.
You're tough.
But you saw your friend here.
Heard what he said.
You know what's coming.
You don't know what I've seen, old man.
Or what I know.
I know what it means
to be ashamed
of what you did,
of who you are.
But I also know that
whatever happened then,
he is on my crew now.
He's my partner.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-8, what is
your name, rank and serial number?
And I know all about you.
Oh, Yeah'?
What about me?
I know you're nothing.
Just like the program
running this whole thing now.
Busted. Broken.
Just a glitch in the system.
No. I was the one
who never gave up.
He chose me.
And guess what.
I know about Red 17.
What do you mean?
What do you know?
(DEVICE BUZZING)
You're dead.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(SCREAMS)
(ALARM TRIPS)
Time to go.
How do we get out of here?
D'av! Did it work?
Prisoners 248-A and 248-8. You are
not authorized to leave your cells.
Here, take your brother.
Prisoners 248-A and 248-B. Return
to sublevel 1 immediately.
They're still in me, I can feel them.
I know.
Where is she going? Dutch!
Stop!
D'avin, wait!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No!
JOHN: Move. We've got two
minutes to set the mines.
She's dead.
No. She's strong.
COMPUTER". Prisoner 248-A.
You will now face ongoing persuasion
until you return to your cell.
What are you
talking about, strong?
She's in deep space
with no suit, nothing.
And those things
are still inside her.
And what do you think
is keeping her alive?
JOHN: The human body
can't survive in space.
There's no air,
there's no pressure.
There's radiation. The blood boils.
Skin freezes.
But the nanites repair
anything short of brain death.
LUCY:
Crew proximity detected.
Emergency protocol enacted.
They should keep her alive
long enough to get to Lucy,
to plug in
the manual override code.
When they're done fixing her,
they'll tear her apart again.
There's no oxygen,
there's no time...
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A.
(GROANING)
You will now face ongoing persuasion
until you return to your cell.
I'm sorry.
But I love you.
No, wait, don't.
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
How was that in
any way loving me?
Because it can't fix you and
torture you at the same time.
Massive injury
triggers the repair phase.
Subject wounded.
Commencing reconstruction.
See?
And when they're
done fixing me?
Fine, but give me the gun.
Don't bother.
It won't help you.
Oh, for the love of...
How are you not dead?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Lucy, open the door
to the hold.
LUCY: I'm sorry, but
quarantine protocol states
you must remain
in airlock one...
Lucy, I'm in
serious pain here!
There are protocols,
Dutch.
(GROANS)
Lucy, I need to
blow up that ship
before these things
rip me a new one.
I'm sorry, but quarantine protocols
state you must remain in airlock
one full hour before...
Lucy, John's in trouble.
(EXHALES)
No favorites, my ass. I'm taking
over, you mechanical bitch.
HOGAN: You belong here.
You're just like me.
No, I'm not.
A good soldier.
You killed your men, son.
You have to atone.
Here, you can face the past.
Remember what you did?
(GRUNTS)
That guy talks
way too much.
DUTCH: I've connected
the bridge
to the Aegir's airlock-
Let's go- Let's go.
We've got to
get out to Lucy.
(PANTING)
JOHN: Dutch, we're aboard.
Mines are about to blow.
Everyone good?
Ready? Body about to explode?
Let's go.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How much longer, John?
Decon gas has to get in deep.
You know how many millions
of those things are in you?
Fine.
I swear
Lucy's enjoying this.
LUCY: Decontamination
sequence complete.
Finally!
Session two will
commence in 10 minutes.
Oh, come on.
It's not my fault
you're filthy.
Watch it.
So.
Just, whatever you
want to say, go ahead.
Ask.
Why?
Like I said on the ship, I
can't remember what I did...
No, no, no, that's not
what I mean. I mean,
why didn't you tell me?
Why carry this
all on your own?
Is this why you ran
away from all of us?
John.
You heard what I did.
Yeah.
I can help,
D'av, I can do something.
How are you going
to help me, John?
Well, there's something
to figure out.
There's something to fix.
I mean...
I like fixing things,
remember?
Yeah, I remember.
Space rats.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, you really have
to work on your moments.
Yeah.
But, John.
Thanks.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, when you told me
to take my shirt off,
this is not exactly
what I had in mind.
Shut up, Jaqobis.
You owe me a session.
Last time I ran this, you had scarring
all along the frontal cortex.
I assumed it was trauma,
concussions.
But now,
it's all cleared away.
Well, I told you
what those things
were doing to me,
fixing stuff.
I know. But look here.
All right, help me out. I missed
neuro class in basic training.
Here. Here. And here.
Those are neuro dampeners. Memory blockers.
Very sophisticated.
How long have
they been there?
Hard to say.
Do you remember
having any surgery at all?
No.
Well, at least now we know you
don't have traumatic amnesia.
Someone doesn't
want you to remember.
Great. I'm sick of
chasing dead ends.
I need to know why.
We will, okay?
I promise.
What?
You seem different.
Different better?
Or different worse?
Let's find out.
You didn't think I'd fall for
that trick of yours, did you?
It wasn't a trick.
It was a message.
Here's another. Get out.
I can't.
I could make you.
Oh, that would be fun.
But not today.
Today, I need you.
Why?
Why are you here? In my ship,
in my head, everywhere.
Why can't you
just leave me alone?
Because without me,
you're becoming weak.
Vulnerable.
l am not vulnerable.
No?
Don't you even look at him.
Oh, little bird.
If I have to, I can do
so much more than just look.
Get your things.
We're going.
on Killjoys...
What do you see
in those nightmares?
And why does someone
here want you dead?
PAWTER: Look, if you care
at all about yourself
or your team,
you need to get help.
Can you treat me?
What's in it for me?
I don't like most doctors.
I like you.
If you have any business
that you need squared away...
I'll square it away.
Hello, little bird.
DUTCH: How did you find me?
I never let you go.
From the time you
receive the box,
you'll have one week
to do as I've asked.
Khlyen wants you dead.
And I want to know why.
DUTCH: I love you.
But you're an idiot.
JOHN: I have a real
feel for asteroids.
And I'm telling you,
the ship is behind that one.
Okay, then.
Fifty Joy.
One, no one has
a feel for asteroids.
And two, this is
the last time I take
a C and C after you've
been into the Hokk.
LUCY: ID beacon
location confirmed.
John's selection of
asteroid is correct.
Hey, Lucy always takes your side.
You're her favorite.
She's a systems computer, Dutch.
She doesn't have favorites.
LUCY: Correct again, John.
Or we could make
this interesting.
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Damn it!
Hey, our therapy session was supposed
to start an hour ago, Jaqobis.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I lost
track of time. Sorry.
Are you still having
the memory issues?
I'm fine.
(CLEARS THROAT)
A lot of people
with trauma don't want
to remember what
traumatized them.
Maybe you aren't
ready to try.
No, it's, uh...
It's just...
(KNOCKING)
Hey, we found
an abandoned ship.
Um...
Pawter. I'm sorry.
I can, uh, come back.
Um...
Sorry. Duty calls.
Next time.
Is the ship's signal coming from Arkyn?
Arkyn's empty.
It's a dead moon,
thanks to the Company.
We were passing the
Graveyard when Lucy...
The Graveyard?
Asteroid belt.
Lucy picked up a repeating ID
beacon, over a decade old.
Hey.
You said Hokk Pong, whoever
wins gets to go onboard first.
You left. I made
an executive decision.
(SCOFFS) You told me to go get D'av to
be a judge, and then you scooped me?
That was my decision.
It's a C and C warrant.
Claim and...
Claim and clear.
Any abandoned vessel found
in non-territorial space
can be boarded by any RAC
agent in good standing.
Any and all items found on said
ship can be claimed by said agent,
after which time...
He reads instruction
manuals, too.
I don't know
who's more annoying,
him or you having to
be first all the time.
It's my thing.
So, how are we boarding?
Mobile bridge to the ship's
emergency airlock.
I'll make sure that life support's online.
You guys follow.
Then, we grab
everything we can find.
Lucy, decrypt
that beacon yet?
LUCY: Affirmative. The Aegir
is classified as a cargo ship.
Planet of origin unspecified.
GWT of 20,000.
Grav weight of 20,000?
Must be hauling heavy.
Right? Under no colors? I mean, who
knows what we're going to find.
John, why don't you
do the honors,
what with your
"feel for asteroids."
(CLICKS TONGUE) on.
JOHN: All right, Lucy, time for
a little treasure hunting.
LUCY: With pleasure, John.
JOHN: Whoa.
LUCY: Airlock bridge
extended.
Gravity at 96 percent.
I'm in the mobile bridge.
Approaching the Aegir's
emergency airlock now.
Well, that's great
to hear, Dutch.
I'm so happy for you.
Really.
Come on, Johnny. First cool
thing I find is all yours.
Lucy,any luck
opening the airlock door?
LUCY: Limited system interface,
unable to override security protocol.
Bet you'd find a way
if John was doing it.
Dutch.
All right, let's see if the
default Company code works.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARING)
Shit.
LUCY: Aegir security initiated.
Return to ship immediately.
Dutch, get back here.
You don't know what kind of
defense system this ship has.
It could set off
thermals or a gas cloud.
If they go off when
Lucy's opening
her door for me,
we're all screwed.
Setting a directional
charge.
Dutch, what are you doing?
If this bitch won't open
on her own, I'll make her.
Dutch, no.
(ALARM BLARING)
LUCY: Charge deactivated.
Dutch, what happened?
I don't know.
It just stopped.
JOHN: I don't like this.
Lucy, scan again
for life forms.
LUCY: Still reading
zero life forms.
I'm in.
Grav is online.
Lucy, check the O2 levels
on my suit sensor.
LUCY: Oxygen optimal.
No toxins detected.
Well, all right, then. Let's get
this party started, shall we?
(SIGHS)
Time for some
treasure hunting, boys.
JOHN: Well, Lucy's plugged in.
We'll be right over.
D'AVIN: Protocol says we clear
the ship, then detonate it.
So. Mines?
Oh, yeah. Big ones.
How can you
not love this job?
Let's go find some
treasure and blow shit up.
Come, come, come uninvited
Run, run, run
till I find you
I don't care which side
that you're fighting
Gonna get you gone
Best guess
what's onboard?
Hard to say.
And that's assuming
the ship pickers haven't
already gotten to her.
Look out, space rats!
Grow up, Johnny.
Space rats? Really?
Yeah, it's...
It's an old family joke.
Hilarious.
System status? Any idea
what happened to this rig?
Plugged into
the top-level BIOS.
Telemetric engine's cacked.
The drive blew out and the
crew hightailed it out.
Well, any idea
where she's from?
Haven't seen any
markings I recognize.
Beyond the Quad maybe?
Planet of origin info should
be printed on the transponder,
which we will need
for proof of our claim.
So, you go find the
transponder, Sugar Pants.
D'avin can plant
the explosives,
while I go look
for some booty.
No. You want to say something?
No?
Mmm-mmm.
(GRUNTS)
Lucy, some music,
please.
LUCY: Absolutely, John.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Sugar Pants.
Nice pick, John.
Will let you know when I
find something pretty.
You know, there were
never any actual space rats.
Dad just made them up to scare
you away from the junkyard.
Me??
I thought he made them up to keep
you from joining Nova Cadets.
Well, didn't exactly work
for either of us, did it?
Yeah, like pretty
much everything he did.
But, hey.
He was just trying his best
like we all do, right?
You trying to have a moment, John?
No.
Maybe.
Shut up.
Ow!
I'm glad that
you're seeing Pawter.
Help you with your
memories, you know?
You always were the
optimist of the family.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Someone had to be.
All right, the engine
room is in the aft deck.
I'm going to grab
the transponder,
and then we should go see
if we can go find something
before Dutch gets
her hands on everything.
Don't blow yourself up.
(CHUCKLES)
DUTCH: I'm entering
the cargo hold.
(MUSIC DISTORTING)
Johnny. The music?
Cargo hold's empty.
(SIGHS)
Ship pickers must
have gotten here already.
Damn it.
Guys, I found something.
Not cargo, I mean.
Something. I don't know.
John? D'av?
Come back?
(DOOR OPENS)
Lucy, what's going on
with the music?
LUCY: I'm experiencing interference.
Recalculating.
(MUSIC CONTINUES DISTORTING)
DUTCH: (DISTORTED)
John?
Come back?
Dutch? Say again?
(SCOFFS) I said there's
some kind of barricade.
Signs of a fight.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Guys, we're not alone.
I'm not sure if you
guys can hear this,
but I found
the transponder and it's...
It's weird.
There's no
planet of origin info,
there's no serial numbers...
It's blank.
(PANTING)
Stop! I'm in pursuit.
Lower level.
John. D'av. Come in. He's
heading for the stairs.
(MUSIC DISTORTS)
Hey, Johnny, you want
to fix the tunes'?
Slacker.
I got a visual on
some blood here.
Looks fresh. Copy?
Anybody?
Whoa. Whoa, guys.
LUCY: Warning. Possible
contamination detected.
Quarantine procedure
initiated. Disengaging.
Lucy, what the hell?
What are you doing?
Lucy!
(SIGHS)
Dutch?
Hey! He's at the airlock.
Get back,
you son of a bitch!
Guys, I found someone.
Get back!
DUTCH: Stop!
Lucy, possible breach.
Buddy, do not even think
of entering my ship.
What the...
I don't understand.
Stop. What are you doing?
Lucy, do not open...
No!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Lucy.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Lucy, return to ship
and re-engage. Acknowledge.
Lucy. This is Dutch.
Acknowledge.
JOHN: Somebody talk to me.
Anybody.
John? Where are you?
Dutch. Lucy went
into quarantine.
I can't get a response.
She retracted the bridge.
What the hell is going on?
I have no idea.
JOHN: Lucy's barely 50 meters away.
But without a bridge,
she might as well be 50,000.
Why can't we get her to respond?
Why won't she come back?
I don't know. It's like she
sensed some kind of contamination
and went into
full quarantine.
That's deeply unnerving.
Plus, my deep suit's
gone missing.
At least our comms are working again.
Thanks for that.
And I do have full access to
all the security cam feeds.
And I'm working on
access to Lucy now.
Be careful with that
guy D'avin apprehended.
We're just about
to interrogate him.
You want to tell us
what's going on, Mister...
Hogan.
We were just ship pickers.
Me and Wilson.
HOGAN: We picked up a beacon.
Same as you. Cargo ship.
Origins unknown.
Sounded like a big payday.
Once we boarded, our ship's
anchor line retracts.
No way back. No engines.
No comms. Nothing.
How long ago was this?
(SIGHS) Couple of years,
maybe. More.
You lose track.
We would have been happy
to get you out of here
if your pal wasn't too busy
trying to hijack my ship.
Lady, you see what
he did to my leg?
His fingers?
Poor bastard was spaced.
Seen enough of it
in the service.
D'AVIN: You an officer?
I worked for a living, son.
Infantry. First and Seventh,
Howling Mavs.
The Mavs, from Korel. You guys
were in the ass end of the
Skyborne.
Royal Syndicate.
Well, you don't say.
Cavalry has arrived.
Lead on, son.
D'av.
Before we go bringing this guy
onboard, what's your gut on him?
Considering how long
he's been stranded?
I'm not sure
I'd be any better off.
Plus, he's infantry.
They're usually not known
for their personalities.
I heard that.
But as soon as you're done
insulting my beloved corps,
maybe we want to figure out how to
get the hell off of this coffin.
I'm all ears.
We have no contact with our
ship, and my deep suit's gone.
It must have been Wilson.
Well, I still got the ones me and
Wilson used when we first boarded.
You have deep suits, and you
never used them to get away?
Ship was gone, so where to?
The nearest rock?
Here. Let me show you
where they are.
Oh. Sorry.
Leg. Damn it.
You need that looked at.
You got an infirmary on board?
Yeah, yeah, but it's...
It's on a lower deck.
Suits are on
upper level, aft.
Look, I'll take
Mr. Hogan to the infirmary.
Get him patched up.
You go get the suits. We meet
back up in the engine room.
Omega clearance required.
Oh, you...
Fine. Be that way.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Mmm-hmm.
(SIGHS)
He)', hey. Hang on.
Dutch? I think
I got something here.
Any luck with Lucy?
Not yet. I'm resetting
the ship's signal systems.
But I don't think that this
is a cargo vessel at all.
What does "lMUR"
mean to you?
Imperial Marines of the United
Republic, out near the rim.
Exactly. And that's
why there's no cargo.
It's military.
Military.
What kind of mission?
I'll go through the logs
while the array resets.
Well, just do it fast. As soon as I
find these deep suits, we are off.
Dutch?
You Okay?
Stand by.
I thought the old man said the
infirmary was on the lower deck.
(EXHALES)
Any chance you can put the
heat on in the infirmary?
The room's an icebox.
JOHN". Sure. Soon as I'm done with
the logs and reconnecting to Lucy.
Hey, you want me
to make you some lunch, too?
That would be nice.
HOGAN". Always amazes me.
Meet a new guy, serves on another
planet, whole other system even.
Same jokes, same crap.
Military's nothing
if not predictable.
What about you?
Ah! You know. Same old story.
Looking for fame and fortune.
Nice, safe retirement.
And now that we have
received the final batch,
I am very excited to begin our
first procedure on live subjects.
Oh, just over there, please.
Stop.
What?
Hogan.
Oh!
My guys all told me
it was a dumb idea.
Miss those idiots.
Well, you know
what they say.
You join for your nation,
but you stay for your squad.
It's all right, son.
You're here now.
Whatever you were looking
for, this is the answer.
Excuse me?
JOHN: D'av, it's John. Don't respond.
Just listen.
Trust me. This old guy
is not what he says.
Get to the engine room, now.
Give me a signal you copy.
How is this ship
for space rats?
Hmm. Nice.
See you soon.
Space rats?
The hell you talking about?
Sorry.
Old Skyborne slang. We got a
problem in the engine room.
The sooner I can
swing by there,
the sooner we can get you
to the infirmary.
Well, suit yourself.
Elevator's this way.
(GASPS)
Johnny. Where's D'av?
JOHN: He's on his way
to the engine room. Why?
How deep is
this engine room?
Don't worry.
When we get there,
you'll understand.
Damn it,
thing's coming off.
(GRUNTING)
I told you it would come undone
the way that you tied it.
Sorry, son.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What the hell?
We've got work to do.
Oh!
HEY-
Hey!
What the hell is this?
(PANTING)
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A. You
will submit to questioning.
Prepare for implantation.
HOGAN: Just relax.
Trust me.
What the hell is this about?
Where's my crew?
It will be their time soon.
COMPUTER:
Implantation commencing.
Well, I can't say
it will be okay.
(GASPS)
(COUGHS)
But at least now we'll get
to the truth, won't we?
For instance,
I never left the service.
And I love my job.
What did you do to me?
What was that cloud thing?
Just listen.
You'll see.
COMPUTER". Prisoner 248-A.
What is your name,
rank and serial number?
Go on. Tell him.
Name, rank
and serial number.
I'm not telling you anything.
Unacceptable response.
Son, I've been
a guard on this ship
since she made
her first sky break.
Trust me. You will talk.
Commencing persuasion.
Dominant forearm.
Ah!
Name, rank
and serial number.
No. Stop.
Name, rank, and serial...
D'avin Jaqobis,
Skyborne Second Shield, 956!
Stop!
Commencing reconstruction.
(EXHALES)
There. That wasn't
so hard, was it?
(COUGHING)
WOMAN: I don't know
anything about Red 17!
I don't know
anything about Red 17!
COMPUTER: Prisoner 23-B. What
is your connection to Red 17?
I don't know.
I swear. You are crazy.
COMPUTER". Unacceptable.
Commencing persuasion.
Ocular region.
How many?
Dozens.
The recordings are from years
ago, but they're all the same.
Starts with easy questions,
then gets more personal.
Last stage is this.
Red 17.
Where the hell is D'av?
I don't know, but he's
not answering his comms.
I'm searching the feeds for him.
We've got to find him. Now.
Can we check them
on another monitor?
Yeah, why?
Because l recognize that woman.
You've got to see this.
I get it.
Oh, yeah?
Get what, son?
Your ship.
No cargo. No ID.
You're not regular military.
You're black ops.
Enhanced interrogation.
You're a torture unit.
Like I said. Nice not
to have to lie anymore.
But you're the one
with questions to answer.
So, where's your crew?
What happened?
Come on,
soldier to soldier.
Well, we were out
on tour maybe six weeks
when we ran through
the path of a solar flare.
Blew the engine right out.
Started drifting.
I got sent down to check the machine.
That's when it chose me.
COMPUTER". Prisoner 248-A.
No. Wait. Hold on.
First few weeks,
you think, "Well, bad luck."
Next few, you think,
"Maybe there's a reason."
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
detail your last mission.
But that doesn't
matter now, son.
JOHN: Come on, D'av, where the hell
are you? You've got to be somewhere.
Most of these people have military ID.
It's not just prisoners.
It's the ship's crew. What
the hell did this to them?
That cloud, it's like
some kind of drug?
What kind of drug puts a hole in your head?
Or these other ones.
These people died from
massive brain trauma.
D'av? Dutch, it's him.
DUTCH: Where is that?
I don't know.
The feed's blanked.
This is just what's coming through raw.
Come on, give me some sound.
D'AVIN: No, wait.
Please don't.
We have to go.
We have to get him.
Yes, we do. But we
don't know where he is.
And we don't know what the
hell is happening to him.
That console is our
only link to him. Use it.
Stop. I don't know anything.
There's no point.
The captain said
the same thing.
"I don't know what happened. It was
an accident. You're just a guard."
So, I showed him the way.
Gave him his turn.
You killed your own captain.
No! I helped him.
I helped them all.
To do their duty.
COMPUTER: Commencing persuasion.
Lower left abdomen.
(CHOKING)
D'av! D'av, we're here!
The room must be shielded. Has
to be why our comms don't work.
We're cut off.
JOHN: Come on, D'av, give
us a clue to where you are.
Are you scared?
Screw you.
It's okay.
I was scared, too.
When you don't know
what's going to happen.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
detail your last mission.
I know what's happening.
Oh, yeah?
What do you know?
You start with simple questions.
Then, you get personal.
Looking for weak spots.
Good. That's right.
Until you break them down.
So, then, you know there's no
point lying about anything.
Is there?
Unless you've got
something to hide.
Listen to me, son.
I know you.
Soldiers. Warriors.
We're the same.
No! Trust me. It's the only way.
Tell me what you did.
Do you know what he's talking about?
No. No.
I'm still looking
for location here.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
detail your last mission.
It was a recon.
Simple sweep and sensor. Me, my squad.
There was nothing.
Go on.
I can't.
You just started.
I can't.
What do you mean? I can't!
I mean I can't remember!
I don't know what it was
about or how it started!
Then, what do you remember?
What do you...
I killed them!
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A,
please explain in detail who
you killed, and in what...
MY Squad!
COMPUTER:
Commencing reconstruction.
But...
Your own squad?
Son.
Why?
I don't know.
(SOBBING)
I just know what I did.
JOHN: We've got to
shut down that machine.
DUTCH: How?
Follow me.
HOGAN: You did good, son.
You did real good.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A, what
is your connection to Red 17?
But we're just starting.
What is this thing, Johnny?
Gut instinct.
I don't know.
Whatever it is, it...
It breaks things down, but then
it builds them back up again.
It's biological,
maybe, or mechanical.
It's her. She might
give us something.
This is Dr. Lyra Grange.
This is my final report.
I don't have much time, there
are still so many of us.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 23-B, you are
not authorized to leave your cell.
It's the head guard, Hogan.
After the accident,
he completely decompensated.
He lured the captain, the
crew, there was a fight...
COMPUTER: Prisoner 23-B. You are
currently in infirmary, starboard.
Return to sublevel
1 for interrogation.
There. Sublevel 1.
I'm going.
No, I'm going.
He's my brother.
John, you still need to figure out
what the hell we're dealing with here.
Dutch, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
He used the nanites
on all of us.
Nanites.
There's no way
to override them.
The interrogation
program won't stop.
It just keeps going.
I don't know why.
There's no other way.
(FIRES)
Well. That's one way
to beat it.
I think I've found them.
You figure out
how to shut it off?
WOMAN: Advances in
sub-microscopic technology
allow the nanites to break
down any organic matter
in ways that mimic
disease or trauma.
We can't shut it off.
It's just microscopic robots
programmed to tear us down, and
then build us up again and again.
I mean, it's the perfect
torture device, really.
But the program running them,
when does it stop?
That's the thing.
The accident didn't
just ruin the engine.
It fried the whole system.
It's on a loop.
Torture, heal,
torture, heal.
I don't think it knows
how to stop.
So, unless we
destroy the program,
the only way out is to die
faster than it can fix you.
That's why Mr. Crazy
went out the airlock.
He wasn't
trying to steal Lucy.
He was just trying to...
Make it stop.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A, what
is your connection to Red 17?
I'm telling you,
I don't know anything.
Unacceptable.
Come on, son.
This is what it's all about.
We've all been there.
What do you mean, "we"? I'm the
one on the inside of this glass.
You don't think I'd spare myself, do you?
That would be very unfair.
I do my time.
You do this to yourself?
Affirmative.
Well, I did.
After the crew,
my own men,
took the coward's way out.
I was the only one left.
Every day, I'd come in.
And every day, he asked
me the same question.
Red 17.
And when I didn't answer...
Okay. Okay, then. At least
tell me what Red 17 is.
Oh, I have no idea.
Need-to-know basis.
Way beyond
my clearance level.
They never told you
what you're looking for?
Shouldn't matter.
The program will know.
The program has to know.
I mean, when it knew
I didn't have the answer...
One day, it just...
Stopped asking.
Rejected me.
But I'm a good soldier.
I knew the mission
wasn't over.
So, I set up a beacon
to bring the curious.
The greedy.
The lost. Like you.
Why do you keep doing this?
Why?
I guess I just
have faith, son.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Your friend
tripped the alarm.
Looks like
it's her turn now.
Dutch? No. Get out of here.
Run. No, look out!
Didn't even make me
come running for you.
You are a thoughtful guest.
No! No!
(GASPS)
What the hell are you doing?
Saving you. You're welcome.
There's nothing
to save here.
Yeah. Saw as much
in the infirmary.
That wasn't...
That wasn't what I wanted.
They did that by their own hand.
They were weak. Gave up.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-8. What is
your name, rank and serial number?
Dutch. lt won't stop.
I know. We saw.
And heard.
Did John?
Commencing persuasion.
Dominant forearm.
(SCREAMS)
All right, missy.
You're tough.
But you saw your friend here.
Heard what he said.
You know what's coming.
You don't know what I've seen, old man.
Or what I know.
I know what it means
to be ashamed
of what you did,
of who you are.
But I also know that
whatever happened then,
he is on my crew now.
He's my partner.
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-8, what is
your name, rank and serial number?
And I know all about you.
Oh, Yeah'?
What about me?
I know you're nothing.
Just like the program
running this whole thing now.
Busted. Broken.
Just a glitch in the system.
No. I was the one
who never gave up.
He chose me.
And guess what.
I know about Red 17.
What do you mean?
What do you know?
(DEVICE BUZZING)
You're dead.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(SCREAMS)
(ALARM TRIPS)
Time to go.
How do we get out of here?
D'av! Did it work?
Prisoners 248-A and 248-8. You are
not authorized to leave your cells.
Here, take your brother.
Prisoners 248-A and 248-B. Return
to sublevel 1 immediately.
They're still in me, I can feel them.
I know.
Where is she going? Dutch!
Stop!
D'avin, wait!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No!
JOHN: Move. We've got two
minutes to set the mines.
She's dead.
No. She's strong.
COMPUTER". Prisoner 248-A.
You will now face ongoing persuasion
until you return to your cell.
What are you
talking about, strong?
She's in deep space
with no suit, nothing.
And those things
are still inside her.
And what do you think
is keeping her alive?
JOHN: The human body
can't survive in space.
There's no air,
there's no pressure.
There's radiation. The blood boils.
Skin freezes.
But the nanites repair
anything short of brain death.
LUCY:
Crew proximity detected.
Emergency protocol enacted.
They should keep her alive
long enough to get to Lucy,
to plug in
the manual override code.
When they're done fixing her,
they'll tear her apart again.
There's no oxygen,
there's no time...
COMPUTER: Prisoner 248-A.
(GROANING)
You will now face ongoing persuasion
until you return to your cell.
I'm sorry.
But I love you.
No, wait, don't.
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
How was that in
any way loving me?
Because it can't fix you and
torture you at the same time.
Massive injury
triggers the repair phase.
Subject wounded.
Commencing reconstruction.
See?
And when they're
done fixing me?
Fine, but give me the gun.
Don't bother.
It won't help you.
Oh, for the love of...
How are you not dead?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Lucy, open the door
to the hold.
LUCY: I'm sorry, but
quarantine protocol states
you must remain
in airlock one...
Lucy, I'm in
serious pain here!
There are protocols,
Dutch.
(GROANS)
Lucy, I need to
blow up that ship
before these things
rip me a new one.
I'm sorry, but quarantine protocols
state you must remain in airlock
one full hour before...
Lucy, John's in trouble.
(EXHALES)
No favorites, my ass. I'm taking
over, you mechanical bitch.
HOGAN: You belong here.
You're just like me.
No, I'm not.
A good soldier.
You killed your men, son.
You have to atone.
Here, you can face the past.
Remember what you did?
(GRUNTS)
That guy talks
way too much.
DUTCH: I've connected
the bridge
to the Aegir's airlock-
Let's go- Let's go.
We've got to
get out to Lucy.
(PANTING)
JOHN: Dutch, we're aboard.
Mines are about to blow.
Everyone good?
Ready? Body about to explode?
Let's go.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How much longer, John?
Decon gas has to get in deep.
You know how many millions
of those things are in you?
Fine.
I swear
Lucy's enjoying this.
LUCY: Decontamination
sequence complete.
Finally!
Session two will
commence in 10 minutes.
Oh, come on.
It's not my fault
you're filthy.
Watch it.
So.
Just, whatever you
want to say, go ahead.
Ask.
Why?
Like I said on the ship, I
can't remember what I did...
No, no, no, that's not
what I mean. I mean,
why didn't you tell me?
Why carry this
all on your own?
Is this why you ran
away from all of us?
John.
You heard what I did.
Yeah.
I can help,
D'av, I can do something.
How are you going
to help me, John?
Well, there's something
to figure out.
There's something to fix.
I mean...
I like fixing things,
remember?
Yeah, I remember.
Space rats.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, you really have
to work on your moments.
Yeah.
But, John.
Thanks.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, when you told me
to take my shirt off,
this is not exactly
what I had in mind.
Shut up, Jaqobis.
You owe me a session.
Last time I ran this, you had scarring
all along the frontal cortex.
I assumed it was trauma,
concussions.
But now,
it's all cleared away.
Well, I told you
what those things
were doing to me,
fixing stuff.
I know. But look here.
All right, help me out. I missed
neuro class in basic training.
Here. Here. And here.
Those are neuro dampeners. Memory blockers.
Very sophisticated.
How long have
they been there?
Hard to say.
Do you remember
having any surgery at all?
No.
Well, at least now we know you
don't have traumatic amnesia.
Someone doesn't
want you to remember.
Great. I'm sick of
chasing dead ends.
I need to know why.
We will, okay?
I promise.
What?
You seem different.
Different better?
Or different worse?
Let's find out.
You didn't think I'd fall for
that trick of yours, did you?
It wasn't a trick.
It was a message.
Here's another. Get out.
I can't.
I could make you.
Oh, that would be fun.
But not today.
Today, I need you.
Why?
Why are you here? In my ship,
in my head, everywhere.
Why can't you
just leave me alone?
Because without me,
you're becoming weak.
Vulnerable.
l am not vulnerable.
No?
Don't you even look at him.
Oh, little bird.
If I have to, I can do
so much more than just look.
Get your things.
We're going.