ReBoot (1994–2002): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Crimson Binome - full transcript
Mainframe is raided by Captain Capacitor and his crew of software pirates. When Bob is captured and thrown in the brig of the Saucy Mare, 'Admiral' Dot must give chase and save the day with some fancy (mostly verbal) fencing.
(ReBoot: 1x07
The Crimson Binome
EN-SDH)
BOB, V.O.: I come
from the net,
through systems,
peoples, and cities,
to this place...
Mainframe.
My format: Guardian.
To mend and defend.
To defend my
new-found friends,
their hopes and dreams.
To defend them from...
their enemies.
(♪ instrumental)
(thunder)
(surging)
They say the User lives
outside the net,
and inputs Games
for pleasure.
No one knows
for sure...
But I intend
to find out.
ReBoot!
♪
-Hi, how ya doing?
Morning!
Good day!
(chirping)
(bell dinging)
(bell dinging)
(bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk,
bonk, bonk, bonk)
(bonk bonk bonk bonk)
(loud clang)
Oh, would you
look at that?
-What is it,
what is it?
-I don't know...?
-Mm, most interesting.
(screaming,
clamouring)
(thud)
(Binomes yelling
indistinctly)
-Blast 'em, mateys!
-Arrr! Blow me down!
-Team blue, fanning!
-Six-two!
-Right flank, staging!
-Two-seven!
-Two-seven, arr!
-Net intercepts
underway!
-By code,
I love me job!
Hah-ha-ha-ha
ha-ha-ha-hah!
♪
-DOT: What do you mean,
they're offline?!
-All of them, the com-net,
the vid-net, the ethernet,
they're all down,
already 12 blocks!
I was talking to another
precinct chief on level two,
and she just--
(static)
-Chief?! Come in!
Chief!
Phong, something's
wrong!
The whole Kits Sector
is going offline,
one block at a time!
-Yes, child, I know,
my links have blacked
out as well!
It started at
the docks!
-DOT: I'm there!
-Hey, wait up!
-I will do what I
can from here!
Please, be
most careful!
-ENZO: Would everybody
just chill?
Remember?
Bob's apartment
is in Kits!
Whatever's
happening there,
I'm sure he's
on top of it!
-Oh nooo!
-Ohh! Ow! Who-o-o-a!
-Whoa! (pulse)
-Watch out, be careful!
(yells)
Gangway!
(zap)
(loud music through
headphones)
(singing to music,
badly off-key)
(still singing)
(trails off)
-Ooo... kay...?
♪
-Team 10 in position,
central nets intercepted.
She be ours, Captain!
Ah hah hah!
-Right...
How goes the looting,
Mr. Christopher?
-Optimal, Captain.
Plus 14% on
our schedule,
total market value,
less expenses,
currently at
18,000 plus.
(zip-boards whirring)
-Arrr! Captain
Capacitor!
Strange booty, sir,
What do ya make of it?
-Well, blow me down!
By my reckon,
you scurvy dog,
that this'll be none other
than a Guardian Key-tool!
A rare find, indeed!
MISTER CHRISTOPHER!
-Sir?
-A 2,000 unit bonus
to Miss Sally, and
Mister Andrew.
They've looted a real
treasure on this one, mates!
But what's a
Guardian key-tool
doing in such a
small port...?
You'd better wake
the princess,
Just in case.
-AYE, Captain!
(exclaims)
-Can you imagine what
this could mean?!
-Aye, sir! A 26,000%
profit margin!
♪
(uproarious laughter)
-I am having no
luck here, Dot.
How about you?
-(sighs) Whoever
they are,
They've got the
sector sealed.
We can't get past
their file lockers!
-(lasers firing)
-Dude!
Where are ya, Bob?!
-Software pirates?!
Oh, this is bad,
this is very bad!
The nets are
all down...
That's to be
expected...
Great!
Well, we can't have any of
that in MY neighbourhood!
Time for Glitch
and me to PARTY!
THEY TOOK GLITCH!
Those low-level,
Basic buffered--!
-The hold, sir,
she's nearly full.
-Right.
Begin fallback.
-AYE, SIR!
CODE ABACAB!
I REPEAT, CODE ABACAB!
(zip-boards whirring)
(pop)
(clang, clang,
clang, clang)
(clang)
-We've a live one
on our hands!
Show them what we're
made of, mates!
-ALL: Aye, sir!
Aye-aye!
(zap zap zap zap zap)
-Well, shiver
me templates!
It IS a Guardian!
-(♪ tribal drums)
-(cheering)
Ah, Princess Bula!
Good morning!
You know what THAT is?
(pirates yelling)
-GUARDIAN.
-He's already downtimed 16
of our shipmates, Captain!
-Well, there
go our profit!
-He fights very well!
-Aye! I say we
quit-file 'im now!
(yelling
indistinctly)
-Brothers and
sisters, please!
Thar be profit
in everything!
Y'just have'ta
look deep enough!
I'll wager a Guardian
would fetch a mighty
price in any system!
We could even use
him in ours!
What do you
think, Princess?
Can you stop him?
-NOW?
-If you don't
mind, sister...
(pirates cheering)
-Way to go, Bula!
(cheering)
-Ouch!
(gasping)
-BOB: Alright, pal...
Where's my Glitch?!
-"Glitch?"
And what, good sir,
is a "Glitch?"
-Yeah, right!
Don't try that
on me, pirate!
Hand it over!
-As you wish, Guardian.
-That's better.
♪
(clatter)
(crashes, Bob
screams)
-CAPACITOR: Well?!
Look alive,
me hearties!
We're behind schedule!
-Oh. Right.
-PIRATES: Heave!
Ho!
(pirates yelling
indistinctly)
(rustling)
(pulsing)
(whoosh)
-Set a course for
home, helmsman!
We've just bagged
the treasure
of our lives!
♪
-ENZO: What
is that, Dot?
-I think some
sort of ship...
-Hey, Phong!
Ya look worried!
-Yeah, what's wrong?
What is it?
-Well, not only
did they manage
to steal a good many
valuables from the sector,
(sighs) They took...
Bob.
-(pop)
-That's not even funny!
We gotta stop 'em
and get Bob back!
-Phong, where
are they now?
-I am picking up a large
portal out at sea.
This must be how the
pirates arrived,
and how they
will return!
We have little time.
Once they enter
that portal...
we may lose
Bob forever.
-DOT: What we need,
is a ship.
♪
-BINOME: Excuse me!
Excuse me?
Um, heh,
it's nice to see you again,
Ms. Matrix, but uh...
this yacht is a
private format.
-Ah, sorry,
Mr. Mitchell,
but we're commandeering
your ship.
-Commandeering my--!
On whose authority?!
-PHONG: Mine!
-Oh! Heh heh!
Hello, Phong.
Sir.
-Pardon us,
Mr. Mitchell,
but we have
little time.
The pirates are already
halfway to the portal!
-Pirates?!
-At this distance,
and their speed,
you have almost no
chance of catching them!
-Well, we have
to at least TRY!
They task me,
and I shall have them.
♪
What are their
coordinates?
-Downloading now.
-MITCHELL: Um...
heh heh,
Surely, Ms. Matrix,
there are bigger,
stronger ships
in the harbour?
-Oh, definitely!
But, as you heard,
we need speed more
than anything.
And, in all
of Mainframe,
your ship is
the fastest!
(sobs)
-So it is...
-I SAID I was sorry.
-Ready for castoff, boss!
-(Frisket barks)
-ENZO: Dot, wait!
(bark)
-(whine)
-Aw, c'mon, Frisket!
We could really use
your help on this one!
-DOT: Give it up, Enzo!
We're running
out of time!
-(Frisket barking)
-Oh, Frisket...
Sure, NOW you
wanna come...
That's what I was
trying to tell ya, boy!
-(bark!)
-You should've come up the...
-(thud!)
-plank...
(happy growl)
♪
-DOT: We've cleared
the docks!
Prepare for full speed!
-Woo hoo, yeah!
Alright!
(whirring)
(whoosh)
(snoring)
(snore)
(zap, thud)
-Heh-hah! I love it when
you prisoners do that!
(laughing)
Besides!
I don't snore when
I'm REALLY sleepin',
no one has ever
escaped from my brig!
Well, except
for that one.
-Mouse?
-Blimey!
How'dya know 'er name?!
-Aw, she's an
old friend,
and a lo-o-ong story.
Didn't ya know?
I'm a Guardian.
I know EVERYTHING!
(door opening)
-CAPACITOR: Nice try,
you rapscallion!
But my crew doesn't
scare that easily!
-Well, good for them!
What's your
name, Guardian?
My name is for
my friends!
-Well, mine isn't!
I am the Crimson
Binome!
-Oh. Captain Capacitor.
I've heard of ya.
-Of course you have!
This is Mister Jimmy,
and you've already
met Princess Bula...
(♪ tribal drums)
-Is she... really
a princess?
-No.
You wanna tell
her different?
-What I want is for
you to let me go...
Before I make more trouble
for you than I'm worth!
(uproarious laughter)
-No, my boastful
friend...
I'm afraid even you
could not cause
that much damage.
-You wish...
-An admirable
try, Guardian,
but I'm afraid these
bars are too--
(zap)
-Well, blow me down!
How'd he manage to
squeeze through that?!
-Never mind HOW!
Just follow him!
(♪ tribal drums)
(crash)
-MISS SALLY: Captain!
-Yes...?
-Yer needed at
the wheel, sir.
We've got company!
A ship, gainin'
off our stern!
-Tah...
On my way, ensign...
♪
-Thanks, Mouse.
Wherever you are,
I owe you one.
I think it's time to
make this voyage...
unprofitable!
Heh heh heh...
-I do not understand...
-DOT: What is
it, Phong?
-For some
unexplained reason,
the pirate ship
has just...
stopped.
You will have no problem
catching them now, child...
I do not understand...
-I do.
-Bob.
-(Frisket growls)
(pirates yelling
indistinctly)
(explosion)
-It's the rudder he's
got this time, Captain.
Blown clear off!
-Ohh... new
rudder, 10,100,
wasted ammo, 700...
-Bula!
Have you captured
the Guardian yet?!
(♪ tribal drums)
-ALMOST!
-Unidentified vessel,
you are ordered
to stand down!
-I am NOT unidentified,
my good lady!
I am the Crimson
Binome!
Captain of this ship!
And you...?
-Uhhh...
ADMIRAL Matrix!
It is pointless
to resist!
We've dealt with
your kind before!
-This, I greatly
doubt...
For we always win!
Always!
So it is you, I beg,
who should stand
down and leave...
for your own
good, madam.
(pirates yelling,
explosions)
(laughs)
-It doesn't look like
you're winning to me!
Prepare to be boarded,
and to hand over our
stolen property!
-Tah...
You know we're only in
this for the profit, miss!
But if it's a
fight you want,
then it's a fight
you'll have!
You have been warned!
-Okay, people!
We're goin' in!
-Right!
Mister Edwards!
Open fire on the
approaching vessel!
All guns!
-Uhh...
It's about the
Guardian, sir.
He, uh, damaged
the cannons.
-DAMAGE?!
How much damage?!
-Uhh...
we only have, uh...
one left.
-Very well, then!
Fire away with...
with... with whatever!
We haven't all day,
Mister Edwards!
-Aye, Captain...
(whirring)
-(cannon fires)
-DOT: Incoming...!
(clang)
(Frisket whining)
-ENZO: Way to
go, Frisket!
-(woof!)
-(clang)
-Well, blow me down!
-Shifting engine coils,
asymmetric magnetics,
now!
-Have at you, you
scurvy knaves!
-We're comin', Bob!
(laughs)
-Oh, I haven't had this
much fun in minutes!
(pirates yelling)
-Want some help?
(yelling)
-See, Frisket?
See that bad man?
He's the boss!
Sic 'im!
(arf!)
(spring)
(zap)
-Tsk... tsk...
Left your friends
unguarded, hmm?
Bad boy...
bad boy...!
(clunk)
-Ooh, hello, Princess!
What took you so long?
-GOOD FIGHTER.
-Avast, you scallywags!
I suggest you
surrender now!
Before accidents happen
to your friends!
-(organizer beeps)
-PHONG: Dot!
Can you read me?!
Dot!
-I'm afraid
your friends
won't BE returning,
old sprite!
By the code of
the high sea,
They be our worthy
spoils of victory
to do with as
we please!
We, the ship and crew
of the Crimson Binome!
-You won't get away
with this, fish bait!
-Ah, but I already
have, m'lad!
Yes?
-The rudder's back
online, cap'n!
We're on our way!
-Ah, ha-hah!
Good work!
-She's a sorry profit
margin, sir...
Heavy damage,
wasted supplies,
significant downtime...
Even WITH the Guardian,
We're nowhere near our
usual 200 Percent.
-200 Percent?!
You call THAT a
profit margin?!
(scoffs) Oh, please!
-And you could
do better?!
-Much.
Oh, but don't take
my word for it,
take a look
for yourself.
You've got all my
spreadsheets right there.
The password is...
Guardian...
-"Guardian?!"
(slyly) Dot...
-Aye, that she
does sir, look!
(whistles)
As the sea flows...!
How can such profits
be possible?!
-Well, they ARE when you
don't attack your customers.
-She's got a
point, Captain.
Without damage repairs,
refits, lost loading time due
to initial attack phase,
increased personnel
efficiency,
At least 1962 Percent!
Heh, of course, that's a
conservative estimate, heh.
-Ahh, but you've
forgotten about
accrued depreciation
on upgrades!
-No, I haven't!
Simply sell volume
at discount,
to lower-grade systems.
-Touché.
-You stay out of
this, Mister!
-(zap)
-Then, uh...
how do you offset
market flux?
-Diversification.
-Initial inventory
outlay?!
-Amortization.
-Demand drop-off?!
-Become a buyer!
(exclaims)
(pops, yells)
-Huh?!
-It's okay,
Bob, it's okay!
They're on our
side, now.
-Our side?!
What do you mean, our side?
How did--
Dot...?
-DOT: I have
hundreds of clients
who would pay premium
for inter-system transport
of your calibre,
for a percentage,
of course.
-Of course!
Ah, do tell me more,
Admiral Matrix.
-Please, Captain
Capacitor.
Call me Dot.
(chuckles)
Actually, my
name's Gavin.
-Did she...
with her...
And now they're going
into business together?
-Major.
-Well, blow me down.
♪
The Crimson Binome
EN-SDH)
BOB, V.O.: I come
from the net,
through systems,
peoples, and cities,
to this place...
Mainframe.
My format: Guardian.
To mend and defend.
To defend my
new-found friends,
their hopes and dreams.
To defend them from...
their enemies.
(♪ instrumental)
(thunder)
(surging)
They say the User lives
outside the net,
and inputs Games
for pleasure.
No one knows
for sure...
But I intend
to find out.
ReBoot!
♪
-Hi, how ya doing?
Morning!
Good day!
(chirping)
(bell dinging)
(bell dinging)
(bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk,
bonk, bonk, bonk)
(bonk bonk bonk bonk)
(loud clang)
Oh, would you
look at that?
-What is it,
what is it?
-I don't know...?
-Mm, most interesting.
(screaming,
clamouring)
(thud)
(Binomes yelling
indistinctly)
-Blast 'em, mateys!
-Arrr! Blow me down!
-Team blue, fanning!
-Six-two!
-Right flank, staging!
-Two-seven!
-Two-seven, arr!
-Net intercepts
underway!
-By code,
I love me job!
Hah-ha-ha-ha
ha-ha-ha-hah!
♪
-DOT: What do you mean,
they're offline?!
-All of them, the com-net,
the vid-net, the ethernet,
they're all down,
already 12 blocks!
I was talking to another
precinct chief on level two,
and she just--
(static)
-Chief?! Come in!
Chief!
Phong, something's
wrong!
The whole Kits Sector
is going offline,
one block at a time!
-Yes, child, I know,
my links have blacked
out as well!
It started at
the docks!
-DOT: I'm there!
-Hey, wait up!
-I will do what I
can from here!
Please, be
most careful!
-ENZO: Would everybody
just chill?
Remember?
Bob's apartment
is in Kits!
Whatever's
happening there,
I'm sure he's
on top of it!
-Oh nooo!
-Ohh! Ow! Who-o-o-a!
-Whoa! (pulse)
-Watch out, be careful!
(yells)
Gangway!
(zap)
(loud music through
headphones)
(singing to music,
badly off-key)
(still singing)
(trails off)
-Ooo... kay...?
♪
-Team 10 in position,
central nets intercepted.
She be ours, Captain!
Ah hah hah!
-Right...
How goes the looting,
Mr. Christopher?
-Optimal, Captain.
Plus 14% on
our schedule,
total market value,
less expenses,
currently at
18,000 plus.
(zip-boards whirring)
-Arrr! Captain
Capacitor!
Strange booty, sir,
What do ya make of it?
-Well, blow me down!
By my reckon,
you scurvy dog,
that this'll be none other
than a Guardian Key-tool!
A rare find, indeed!
MISTER CHRISTOPHER!
-Sir?
-A 2,000 unit bonus
to Miss Sally, and
Mister Andrew.
They've looted a real
treasure on this one, mates!
But what's a
Guardian key-tool
doing in such a
small port...?
You'd better wake
the princess,
Just in case.
-AYE, Captain!
(exclaims)
-Can you imagine what
this could mean?!
-Aye, sir! A 26,000%
profit margin!
♪
(uproarious laughter)
-I am having no
luck here, Dot.
How about you?
-(sighs) Whoever
they are,
They've got the
sector sealed.
We can't get past
their file lockers!
-(lasers firing)
-Dude!
Where are ya, Bob?!
-Software pirates?!
Oh, this is bad,
this is very bad!
The nets are
all down...
That's to be
expected...
Great!
Well, we can't have any of
that in MY neighbourhood!
Time for Glitch
and me to PARTY!
THEY TOOK GLITCH!
Those low-level,
Basic buffered--!
-The hold, sir,
she's nearly full.
-Right.
Begin fallback.
-AYE, SIR!
CODE ABACAB!
I REPEAT, CODE ABACAB!
(zip-boards whirring)
(pop)
(clang, clang,
clang, clang)
(clang)
-We've a live one
on our hands!
Show them what we're
made of, mates!
-ALL: Aye, sir!
Aye-aye!
(zap zap zap zap zap)
-Well, shiver
me templates!
It IS a Guardian!
-(♪ tribal drums)
-(cheering)
Ah, Princess Bula!
Good morning!
You know what THAT is?
(pirates yelling)
-GUARDIAN.
-He's already downtimed 16
of our shipmates, Captain!
-Well, there
go our profit!
-He fights very well!
-Aye! I say we
quit-file 'im now!
(yelling
indistinctly)
-Brothers and
sisters, please!
Thar be profit
in everything!
Y'just have'ta
look deep enough!
I'll wager a Guardian
would fetch a mighty
price in any system!
We could even use
him in ours!
What do you
think, Princess?
Can you stop him?
-NOW?
-If you don't
mind, sister...
(pirates cheering)
-Way to go, Bula!
(cheering)
-Ouch!
(gasping)
-BOB: Alright, pal...
Where's my Glitch?!
-"Glitch?"
And what, good sir,
is a "Glitch?"
-Yeah, right!
Don't try that
on me, pirate!
Hand it over!
-As you wish, Guardian.
-That's better.
♪
(clatter)
(crashes, Bob
screams)
-CAPACITOR: Well?!
Look alive,
me hearties!
We're behind schedule!
-Oh. Right.
-PIRATES: Heave!
Ho!
(pirates yelling
indistinctly)
(rustling)
(pulsing)
(whoosh)
-Set a course for
home, helmsman!
We've just bagged
the treasure
of our lives!
♪
-ENZO: What
is that, Dot?
-I think some
sort of ship...
-Hey, Phong!
Ya look worried!
-Yeah, what's wrong?
What is it?
-Well, not only
did they manage
to steal a good many
valuables from the sector,
(sighs) They took...
Bob.
-(pop)
-That's not even funny!
We gotta stop 'em
and get Bob back!
-Phong, where
are they now?
-I am picking up a large
portal out at sea.
This must be how the
pirates arrived,
and how they
will return!
We have little time.
Once they enter
that portal...
we may lose
Bob forever.
-DOT: What we need,
is a ship.
♪
-BINOME: Excuse me!
Excuse me?
Um, heh,
it's nice to see you again,
Ms. Matrix, but uh...
this yacht is a
private format.
-Ah, sorry,
Mr. Mitchell,
but we're commandeering
your ship.
-Commandeering my--!
On whose authority?!
-PHONG: Mine!
-Oh! Heh heh!
Hello, Phong.
Sir.
-Pardon us,
Mr. Mitchell,
but we have
little time.
The pirates are already
halfway to the portal!
-Pirates?!
-At this distance,
and their speed,
you have almost no
chance of catching them!
-Well, we have
to at least TRY!
They task me,
and I shall have them.
♪
What are their
coordinates?
-Downloading now.
-MITCHELL: Um...
heh heh,
Surely, Ms. Matrix,
there are bigger,
stronger ships
in the harbour?
-Oh, definitely!
But, as you heard,
we need speed more
than anything.
And, in all
of Mainframe,
your ship is
the fastest!
(sobs)
-So it is...
-I SAID I was sorry.
-Ready for castoff, boss!
-(Frisket barks)
-ENZO: Dot, wait!
(bark)
-(whine)
-Aw, c'mon, Frisket!
We could really use
your help on this one!
-DOT: Give it up, Enzo!
We're running
out of time!
-(Frisket barking)
-Oh, Frisket...
Sure, NOW you
wanna come...
That's what I was
trying to tell ya, boy!
-(bark!)
-You should've come up the...
-(thud!)
-plank...
(happy growl)
♪
-DOT: We've cleared
the docks!
Prepare for full speed!
-Woo hoo, yeah!
Alright!
(whirring)
(whoosh)
(snoring)
(snore)
(zap, thud)
-Heh-hah! I love it when
you prisoners do that!
(laughing)
Besides!
I don't snore when
I'm REALLY sleepin',
no one has ever
escaped from my brig!
Well, except
for that one.
-Mouse?
-Blimey!
How'dya know 'er name?!
-Aw, she's an
old friend,
and a lo-o-ong story.
Didn't ya know?
I'm a Guardian.
I know EVERYTHING!
(door opening)
-CAPACITOR: Nice try,
you rapscallion!
But my crew doesn't
scare that easily!
-Well, good for them!
What's your
name, Guardian?
My name is for
my friends!
-Well, mine isn't!
I am the Crimson
Binome!
-Oh. Captain Capacitor.
I've heard of ya.
-Of course you have!
This is Mister Jimmy,
and you've already
met Princess Bula...
(♪ tribal drums)
-Is she... really
a princess?
-No.
You wanna tell
her different?
-What I want is for
you to let me go...
Before I make more trouble
for you than I'm worth!
(uproarious laughter)
-No, my boastful
friend...
I'm afraid even you
could not cause
that much damage.
-You wish...
-An admirable
try, Guardian,
but I'm afraid these
bars are too--
(zap)
-Well, blow me down!
How'd he manage to
squeeze through that?!
-Never mind HOW!
Just follow him!
(♪ tribal drums)
(crash)
-MISS SALLY: Captain!
-Yes...?
-Yer needed at
the wheel, sir.
We've got company!
A ship, gainin'
off our stern!
-Tah...
On my way, ensign...
♪
-Thanks, Mouse.
Wherever you are,
I owe you one.
I think it's time to
make this voyage...
unprofitable!
Heh heh heh...
-I do not understand...
-DOT: What is
it, Phong?
-For some
unexplained reason,
the pirate ship
has just...
stopped.
You will have no problem
catching them now, child...
I do not understand...
-I do.
-Bob.
-(Frisket growls)
(pirates yelling
indistinctly)
(explosion)
-It's the rudder he's
got this time, Captain.
Blown clear off!
-Ohh... new
rudder, 10,100,
wasted ammo, 700...
-Bula!
Have you captured
the Guardian yet?!
(♪ tribal drums)
-ALMOST!
-Unidentified vessel,
you are ordered
to stand down!
-I am NOT unidentified,
my good lady!
I am the Crimson
Binome!
Captain of this ship!
And you...?
-Uhhh...
ADMIRAL Matrix!
It is pointless
to resist!
We've dealt with
your kind before!
-This, I greatly
doubt...
For we always win!
Always!
So it is you, I beg,
who should stand
down and leave...
for your own
good, madam.
(pirates yelling,
explosions)
(laughs)
-It doesn't look like
you're winning to me!
Prepare to be boarded,
and to hand over our
stolen property!
-Tah...
You know we're only in
this for the profit, miss!
But if it's a
fight you want,
then it's a fight
you'll have!
You have been warned!
-Okay, people!
We're goin' in!
-Right!
Mister Edwards!
Open fire on the
approaching vessel!
All guns!
-Uhh...
It's about the
Guardian, sir.
He, uh, damaged
the cannons.
-DAMAGE?!
How much damage?!
-Uhh...
we only have, uh...
one left.
-Very well, then!
Fire away with...
with... with whatever!
We haven't all day,
Mister Edwards!
-Aye, Captain...
(whirring)
-(cannon fires)
-DOT: Incoming...!
(clang)
(Frisket whining)
-ENZO: Way to
go, Frisket!
-(woof!)
-(clang)
-Well, blow me down!
-Shifting engine coils,
asymmetric magnetics,
now!
-Have at you, you
scurvy knaves!
-We're comin', Bob!
(laughs)
-Oh, I haven't had this
much fun in minutes!
(pirates yelling)
-Want some help?
(yelling)
-See, Frisket?
See that bad man?
He's the boss!
Sic 'im!
(arf!)
(spring)
(zap)
-Tsk... tsk...
Left your friends
unguarded, hmm?
Bad boy...
bad boy...!
(clunk)
-Ooh, hello, Princess!
What took you so long?
-GOOD FIGHTER.
-Avast, you scallywags!
I suggest you
surrender now!
Before accidents happen
to your friends!
-(organizer beeps)
-PHONG: Dot!
Can you read me?!
Dot!
-I'm afraid
your friends
won't BE returning,
old sprite!
By the code of
the high sea,
They be our worthy
spoils of victory
to do with as
we please!
We, the ship and crew
of the Crimson Binome!
-You won't get away
with this, fish bait!
-Ah, but I already
have, m'lad!
Yes?
-The rudder's back
online, cap'n!
We're on our way!
-Ah, ha-hah!
Good work!
-She's a sorry profit
margin, sir...
Heavy damage,
wasted supplies,
significant downtime...
Even WITH the Guardian,
We're nowhere near our
usual 200 Percent.
-200 Percent?!
You call THAT a
profit margin?!
(scoffs) Oh, please!
-And you could
do better?!
-Much.
Oh, but don't take
my word for it,
take a look
for yourself.
You've got all my
spreadsheets right there.
The password is...
Guardian...
-"Guardian?!"
(slyly) Dot...
-Aye, that she
does sir, look!
(whistles)
As the sea flows...!
How can such profits
be possible?!
-Well, they ARE when you
don't attack your customers.
-She's got a
point, Captain.
Without damage repairs,
refits, lost loading time due
to initial attack phase,
increased personnel
efficiency,
At least 1962 Percent!
Heh, of course, that's a
conservative estimate, heh.
-Ahh, but you've
forgotten about
accrued depreciation
on upgrades!
-No, I haven't!
Simply sell volume
at discount,
to lower-grade systems.
-Touché.
-You stay out of
this, Mister!
-(zap)
-Then, uh...
how do you offset
market flux?
-Diversification.
-Initial inventory
outlay?!
-Amortization.
-Demand drop-off?!
-Become a buyer!
(exclaims)
(pops, yells)
-Huh?!
-It's okay,
Bob, it's okay!
They're on our
side, now.
-Our side?!
What do you mean, our side?
How did--
Dot...?
-DOT: I have
hundreds of clients
who would pay premium
for inter-system transport
of your calibre,
for a percentage,
of course.
-Of course!
Ah, do tell me more,
Admiral Matrix.
-Please, Captain
Capacitor.
Call me Dot.
(chuckles)
Actually, my
name's Gavin.
-Did she...
with her...
And now they're going
into business together?
-Major.
-Well, blow me down.
♪