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(whirring)

- Mayday, mayday.

This is a level
three priority ping.

If you're receiving
this transmission,

please slingshot it to the
Lumis Corporation immediately.

The coordinates are embedded

in the base code of
the transmission.

Do it now.

People are disappearing here.
(thudding)

(panting)

There, there's
something in the mud.

(rock and roll music)

£ Thought I was dreaming

£ When I saw it steaming
all night long £

£ Everything about this place

£ Is very wrong

£ People just disappear

£ Only thing left is fear

£ No doubt about it, there's
something in the mud £

£ Don't fall, don't
touch the ground £

£ You're never
gonna get back up £

£ Don't take the chance,
not even a glance £

£ There's something in the mud

£ Mara bats flying, people
start dying all around £

£ They come out of nowhere

£ Hardly make a sound

£ Circus clowns in your head

£ Pretty soon you'll be dead

£ Don't let 'em bite ya

£ They're getting
in from the mud £

£ Don't fall, don't
touch the ground £

£ You're never
gonna get back up £

£ Don't take a chance,
not even a glance £

£ There's something
in the, don't fall £

£ Don't touch the ground

£ You're never
gonna get back up £

£ Don't take a chance,
not even a glance £

£ There's something in the mud

(frenetic music)

(light eerie music)

(engine blasting)

(creepy music)

- Five cards.

Pick one.

Okay.

Now commit it to memory.

Don't forget, that's
crucial to the trick.

- Got it.

- And that's it.

- No, (giggling).

- It's not?

(dramatic music)

(whirring)
(beeping)

- Captain, we are
getting a distress signal

from the Mara docking station.

- A distress signal?

- It's a level three.

- No explanation why?

- [Clarissa] Nope.

- This is the Argosy.

Come in, Mara Dock.

This is the Argosy.

Come in, Mara Dock.

(beeping)

- I've got on eyes on it,

it appears to be
completely powered down.

- This is the Argosy.

Come in, Mara Station One.

(beeping)

Nothing.

(sighs)

All right, let's take her down.

Heads up, folks.

We're making an unscheduled
landing on Mara.

Please man your stations.

We'll be entering Mara's outer
atmosphere in 20 minutes.

(beeping)
(gasping)

I repeat, we're making an
unscheduled landing on Mara.

Please man your stations.

(beeping)
(light dramatic music)

- All in place, Skipper.

(eerie music)

(beeping)

(spacecraft whirring)

(beeping)

(thunder booming)

- [McDermott] Let's wind
it down to 400 knots

and bear 30 degrees northwest

and now down to 300 knots.

(beeping)
- I'm starting the rotation.

(buzzing)
(light dramatic music)

(rain pattering)

(beeping)
(whirring)

- Danvers, status?

- Temperatures are within specs.

- Hello, Mara control.

This is the Argosy, come in.

- Captain, there's a fair
amount of electrical activity

on the starboard
side of the ship.

It's the only sign of an
establishment I've seen.

- Do the levels look dangerous?

- No, there's nothing abnormal.

If they had some
sort of disaster,

they could be hunkered
down and waiting.

- Is it safe to leave the ship?

- It's a heavy atmosphere,
but nowhere near a Class O.

- All right, well head
for the power source

to see if anyone's in trouble.

Doc will drive, Danvers
will be on point

and Clarissa will
mind the store.

Wish you were coming to
stretch your legs with us.

- Oh, don't worry, me and my
sweetie will be just fine.

I'm just pleased as punch
that the floor isn't moving.

(chuckling)

(dramatic music)

- Mark?

- Uh, five k.

- What do they do here?

- Mud harvesting.

- Huh, I can believe that.

(bat squeaking)

(thunder booming)

(ship whirring)

Hey, cowboy, you
ready to saddle up?

Okay then, see what you can see.

(jetpack whirring)
(crackling)

- [Danvers] Ya hoo!

- How's the visibility.

- It's good, I've got
eyes on the facility.

Dead ahead maybe
10k, I'll check.

(clicking)

That's definitely the source.

I'm gonna snap the coordinates.

Doc, are you reading this?

- Got it.

- Captain, I've got a response.

- Bring it up.

- Greetings, welcome to Mara.

- Mara, what is the
nature of your emergency?

- Come again?

- What is the nature
of your emergency?

- Emergency?

- We were passing through
your extraterritorial space

when we received a level
three distress signal.

- Oh my.

I am so sorry.

That signal would
have been years old.

It has no doubt
been emitting from

one of our transmitters
unchecked all this time.

- Am I to understand
there is no emergency?

- No, no, I'm terrible sorry.

- Come again, you
said no emergency?

- Correct.

- Okay then.

We'll be on our way.

We've got 12 kegs of desiccated

vegetable powder to get
to the Chrysler Outpost.

- No wait.

Please, come on in.

I can at least compensate
you for your fuel,

and I can sign on
your event report

which will no doubt
save you some paperwork.

- Okay, Danvers, you
can come on down.

We've made contact.

- Damn, look at that moon.

(whirring)

(rain pattering)

(bats squeaking)

Damn.
- Danvers, what is it?

- [Danvers] I've flown
into a flock of something.

Man, nasty bugger.

- Well, get on down here.

- Hold up, Skipper, there's
something else up ahead.

- Welcome to Mara.

(dramatic music)

(door slamming)

(alarm buzzing)

(dinging)

- Grab his helmet for me.

And that'll give him
room for the pack here.

- All right, ready?
- It's okay.

Put this down here.

How's it going...
- Ah!

(bat squeaking)

- Oh.
- Whoa.

- Whoa.
- Oh.

(screaming)
Woo!

- What is it?

- Whoa.

(gasping)

- Woo!
- Oh, oh.

(alarm buzzing)

(chuckling)

- Oh, man.

- What was that thing?

- Bats. Don't touch them.

This way, please.

(upbeat music)

- Welcome, welcome.

Welcome to Mara Unit.

Captain, very
pleased to meet you.

I am Gordon Bartlett.

- Mr. Bartlett,
Richard McDermott.

- It is such a treat
to have you all here.

I get so few visitors here.

I have practically no
communication with others.

- I'm confused,
where is everyone?

- Our entire operation was
shutdown two years ago.

I stayed behind to
maintain the equipment

and everyone else was relocated.

- They abandoned the
docking unit also?

- Yes, even the docking unit.

- That's an unusual course.

- Indeed, but then
who can fathom

the workings of corporate minds?

May I offer you a cocktail?

(light music)

- This is a nice
pad you have here.

Hardly what I was expecting.

- Yes, it is a lovely space.

The accommodations are one

of the compensations
for remaining here.

- Is this a Corbett?

- You have a seen eye.

Most people think
it's a Klemmler.

Even the gentleman
I acquired it from.

- I've never seen one.

- It's my vice.

I traveled extensively
early in my career

and I became something
of a scavenger.

Raiding planets for hidden
treasures such as this.

- It's exquisite.

- Thank you.
- Look at that.

It's an Alexei Leonov 10 Kopek
stamp from the Soviet Union.

It's from 1965.

- Pretty.
- It's worth more

than our whole ship.

- Really?

- No, but it's worth a lot.

- Please don't touch that.

Come, join me for dinner.

I'm having Adrianna whip
up something spectacular.

Adrianna, go.

I'm sure you've all grown
tired of ship provisions.

Please, join me.

Shall we give thanks?

Our Master, we thank
you for your provisions.

We give thanks for you calling
us each in our own way.

Some to serve, some
to nourishment,

some to propagation,

and we wait as you
gather us into your fold

and we join you on your
great wedding day feast,

and we enjoy the meats.

Oh so many delicious meats.

Amen.

- Amen.

- My this does look delicious.

Please, help yourselves.

And try the casu marzu,
it's exquisite.

(light music)

Mm, delicious.

- Was that a graveyard
we passed on the way in?

- Yes, I'm afraid it is.

The vapors here have claimed
more than a few workers.

This is a hostile
planet after all.

And that is one of the primary

reasons Lumis Corp
shutdown operations here.

Mud harvesting proved to be too
risky on such a large scale.

So I was left behind to tend

to the equipment while they
develop a safer process.

It is a pity.

We do have one of
the finest reserves

of light sweet
mud in the galaxy.

- How long has this
facility been shut down?

- Four years now.

- Four years?

So the distress signals
date back to then?

- Ah, the distress signals.

Those were the handiwork
of Foreman Cooke.

He was the journeyman
sludge auditor

and a good one too,
on all accounts.

But after one particularly
lethal vapor release,

he went somewhat
mad and set off all

the distress beacons
in the facility.

That was the final
straw for Lumis Corp

and they shut us down and
brought me in to tidy things up.

- It must be lonely here.

- Ah, well. I'm a
solitary man by nature

and I do have dear Adrianna
here to keep me company.

This lifestyle suites me.

Adrianna, do you have a message
you'd like to give them?

- I will now share a dance
in celebration of life.

- You will enjoy this.

(light music)

(groovy music)

(swanky music)

- Shipman, are you feeling well?

- I'm feeling a little queasy.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Perhaps some effervezia will
help settle your stomach.

We draw it from
a well right here.

- It might just
be space sickness.

(dramatic music)

(gasping)
(vomit splashing)

(groaning)

- Oh my.

- Have you ever encountered
anything like this before?

- Yes, it's fairly common here.

He must have come in
contact with the Mara bats.

They carry a very
fast growing parasite.

- Now, what can you
tell me about them?

- It's not serious, but
it is rather unpleasant.

- And is there anything
you can do about it?

- Not really, but we take
zephydrine for the nausea,

otherwise we just
let it play out

and it eventually goes away.

In a few hours he'll
probably feel just fine.

But I recommend we
get him to bed, now.

- Okay, well, let's go.

- Adrianna, will you
please show them the way?

(ominous music)

- Well, it seems like his
advice was pretty dead on.

These things have a lifespan

of 18 hours and
then they're dead.

But they sure are
throwing one hell

of a party while they can.

- Well, everything seems
to be under control,

and with the doctor's good care,

the midshipman should
recover in short order.

As for me, it has
been a very long day.

So I must bid you goodnight.

If you need anything,

please do not hesitate
to contact Adrianna.

She will be the closet
at the end of the hall.

- Mr. Bartlett, thanks
for your hospitality.

(buzzing)

(sitar music)

(beeping)

- Clarissa, are you there?

- [Clarissa] Hey, Captain.

- How's it going on your end?

- Everything's
quiet on this end.

The rain's letting up.

How's Danvers fairing?

- It looks like
he'll be all right.

He picked up a nasty
parasite on the way in.

- Well otherwise, how
are things down there?

- Very quiet.

They've left someone here
to babysit the machinery.

Operations here have
been mothballed.

- How's he like that?

- He seems to be holding up.

He's an odd duck, but gracious.

I'll try to score
a doggy bag for ya,

he's got a pretty good cook.

- Bless you, Captain.

- Try to get some rest.

- Will do, Captain.

(buzzing)

(light romantic music)

(beeping)
- Adrianna.

- Yes, Mr. Bartlett?

- [Bartlett] Please join
me in the library.

I have some tasks for you.

- Yes, sir.

(rain pattering)
(thunder booming)

(vomit splashing)

They're dying.

You should start
feeling better soon.

- Bless you, you're a goddess.

- No, I'm just a
simple working girl.

- No, you're a goddess.

(beeping)
- Hold still.

- I love you.

- That's just the worms talking.

You'll feel differently
in the morning

when your head clears.

- Marry me.

- Mr. Man, can you hear me?

Listen to me.

I say this in all love.

Just forget about her.

She's really not your type.

(wind whistling)
(thunder booming)

(tango music)

- Doctor.

- Yes?

- I have the nutrino
scan from the midshipman.

I thought you'd like to have it.

- Thank you, thank
you very much.

- [Adrianna] It's my pleasure.

(beeping)

- Well, he doesn't seem
to be in any danger.

- It is a common ailment here.

- So I hear.

- [Adrianna] Is this your work?

- [Doc] Yes.

- It's very good.
- Thank you.

- That's your Captain, right?

- [Doc] Mm hm.

- It's very good likeness.

May I look?

- [Doc] Oh, absolutely.

- These are so good.

I admire people
who are creative.

I think it's very special.

- Thank you.

- Is that good?

- Uh, yes it is.

- I've never tasted,
but I can smell.

It smells interesting.

- Ah, yes.

It is very interesting.

- I have something
for you to try.

(playful music)

You must try this.

(freezer air hissing)

It's 200 years old.

It's supposed to be very good.

They say it tastes
like licorice.

- That's what I hear.

- Have you ever tried licorice.

- No, but I've heard of it.

- Hm.

(liquor splashing)

(light music)

Is it good?

- It is.

- [Adrianna] Hm.

(beeping)
- Adrianna, where are you?

- In the kitchen, Mr. Bartlett.

- [Gordon] Please join
me in the library.

I have some tasks for you.

- Would you draw me?

- Well yes, of course.

- I stay in the closet down
the hall when I'm not needed.

You can find me there.

(light romantic music)

If you want to come.

(playful music)

(frog croaking)

- How long have you had it?

You didn't bring it to
me immediately, did you?

- No, sir.

(slapping)
- Why?

- I stopped to
check on the guest.

I thought it would be helpful.

- Whatever schoolgirl
notions are hatching

in that ceramic skull of
yours, you remember this:

to him, you will never
amount to anything more

than transistors
and hybrid circuits.

- Yes, sir.

(frog croaking)

(wind whistling)

- Hey, wake up.

Dig it, there's
someone here for you.

(dramatic music)

It's not who you were hoping.

(hissing)
(spooky whispering)

Do you like that?

(spooky whispering)

- You look better.

- You're right, I
am feeling better.

- You should be
feeling better by now.

- I am.

(bed creaking)

Damn, look at that moon.

They don't have a moon
like that on Earth.

(ethereal music)

- No place has a moon like here.

- I can stand here and
look at you all night long.

- You could.

If you lived here you could
look up at me every night.

- I could spend every
night like this.

- Night's here are
three months long.

- Oh yeah.

(aggessive music)

(dramatic music)
(thunder booming)

(door creaking)

- [Adrianna] You came.

- Yes, this is, this is cozy.

- This is my favorite place.

I love the pictures.

When we first arrived they were
all throughout the mansion,

but Mr. Bartlett
did not like them

and so he hung his own pictures.

These were the first
settlers on Mara, eons ago.

The Sanguisuge.

They flew from plant to planet,

but when they arrived
here their wings withered

and they were forced to stay.

So they feasted on the fluids

of explorers that
happened along.

Over time, they came resemble
the travelers they consumed.

Becoming like those they
took into their bodies.

- I guess lucky for us
they're not around anymore.

- Yes, it is.

This is my favorite.

The settlers from Earth,
back to their origins.

Look, the first couple made
by God just for each other.

Out of mud.

- It never occurred to me
that you would think of God.

- Why?

- Well, because you're, (sighs).

I didn't think it would
be part of...

your heritage.

God and all of that.

- Why would I have
any difficulty

believing in a creator?

- And a soul?

- Do I have a soul?

I think I do.

- Well how do you know?

- How do you know?

- You just know.

- You're so lonely.

- Well how do you know?

- I just know.

- I spend a lot of
time in open space.

- I'll keep you company.

- I've never socialized
with a robot before.

- I'm a gynoid.

Do you know what that means?

- I think I do.

(dramatic music)

(buzzing)

- Mayday, mayday!

This is a level
three priority ping.

If you're receiving
this transmission,

please slingshot it to the
Lumis Corporation immediately!

The coordinates are
embedded in the base code

of the transmission.

Do it now!

People are disappearing here.

(panting)

There, there's
something in the mud.

(beeping)
(buzzing)

(rain pattering)

(light music)

- That felt wonderful.

- You can feel?

- Why yes.

They paid an Italian
company $200,000

to install 45 miles of
nerve endings in me.

I have high functioning
tactile capabilities.

- Oh, that's quite
an investment.

- I can do this.

(chuckling)

- Oh, you are talented.

- We can share secrets now.

- Where do you get
this stuff from?

- I've studied ancient text.

(beeping)
- Adrianna, are you

on your way?
- Oh.

I think you're dreamy.

(radio buzzing)
- Danvers?

Danvers?

Michael!

(wind whistling)
(gasping)

- Paulina.
- Michael?

- Yeah, it's me.

Come on out.

- But how can you . .?

- It's fine out
here, you'll see.

- You don't look well.

- Oh, yeah.

The air out here
is very unhealthy.

I think I need to get inside.

Go to the airlock and let me in.

(dramatic music)

That's good.

Go to the airlock.

Paulina, are you there?

- I'm here.

- [Michael] Come out.

- I'm coming out.

(dramatic music)

(dinging)
(screaming)

(light cello music)

(frog croaking)

- Hey, flyboy.

You got any sludge
you need to unload?

- This isn't what it looks like.

- I have no idea
what this looks like.

- Please, join us.

(frog croaking)

It's very relaxing.

I had it delivered from the
Sonora Deserts, on Earth.

They're endangered.

- Who's this guy?

- This is the last
remaining native of Mara.

- So what do you say, boss?

How about that sludge?

- Oh it's been freeze dried.

I had no idea that this
place was inhabited.

- Yes, long ago.

Most have died out since
then, but a few remained,

and that created a legal
nightmare for Lumis Corp.

The impact studies would have

taken decades and
delayed operations.

But they needed the
mud and the Marans

enjoyed sifting
through their sewage.

It was a symbiotic
relationship all around.

So, everyone just agreed
to simply keep quiet.

- You guys didn't mind?

- Naw, man.

Windfall.

- Hm, imagine that.

- I'd introduce you formally,
but I don't know his name.

I'm not sure he even has a name.

- Well hi, guy.

I'm McDermott from Earth.

- Hm, I'm outta here.

- I didn't mean
to scare him off.

I was trying to be sociable.

You think he's gonna come back?

(spooky whispering)

What?

(shrieking)

(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(light music)

(wind whistling)

(beeping)

- Come on, come on.

Mayday, mayday.

This is a level
three priority ping.

If you're receiving
this transmission,

please slingshot it to the
Lumis Corporation immediately!

The coordinates are
embedded in the base code

of the transmission.

Do it now!

People are disappearing here.

(gasping)

There, there's
something in the mud!

We need immediate
planetary evacuation.

This is journeyman sludge
analyst Carlton Cooke.

Signing off.
(panting)

- Clarissa?

It's me, let me in.

- You can't be alive out there.

- I'm fine, let me in.

The air is great out here.

Come out and see.

Let me in, you cow!

Open the hatch!

- Go away.

(buzzing)

- Come on, come on.

Mayday, mayday!

This is a level
three priority ping.

If you're receiving
this transmission,

please slingshot it
to the Lumis Corp...

(clicking)

- Oh, come on, no, no, no.

Dammit.

- Doctor, I have work...

(melancholy music)

(wind whistling)

(upbeat music)

(jetpack whirring)

(light music)

- Give it back.

(humming)

Give it back, Paulina.

- Just let me in.

- No.

- Why?

- Give it.

- I want in.

- You can't.

- Just say the words, you bitch.

- You're not coming in.

- We will suck the
life out of you.

Your soul will melt...
(dramatic music)

(hissing)
(cackling)

(gun zapping)

(howling)

The mother will punish you.

You will scream for days.

You will beg for mercy.

(jetpack whirring)

You will be so sorry.

So, so sorry.

The mother will peel
your skin off and eat it

in front of you and I
will watch and laugh.

(cackling)

(panting)

You're a pig.
(laughing)

You're a big, fat, ugly pig.

Oink, oink.

Oink, oink.

Here piggy, piggy, piggy.

(jetpack whirring)

(light dramatic music)

(zapping)

(jetpack whirring)

(light dramatic music)

(dramatic music)
(gun zapping)

(growling)
(groaning)

- No!

No!

No!

(gun zapping)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(hissing)

No!

(alarm blaring)
No!

(electric zapping)

(panting)

No, no, no!

(beeping)

(dramatic music)

- When we approach Earth,

I want you to set us down
at these coordinates.

This is Ayr, Queensland.

The toad capital of the galaxy.

(chuckling)

(beeping)

I need you to replace the
fission cable in the cargo hold,

and then replace the Gunson
core so we can launch.

That stupid girl shorted
the life support system.

And get that carcass
outta here, it smells.

Go on.

Go do your job.

- Why did you
convert the doctor?

- He was called.

- Why did he have to be called?

- We're all called
in our own time.

One day I'll be called.

Now go on.

Do you mind?

Go make yourself useful.

Go, scoot!

Maybe on Earth you'll
find another sailor

to share your pink secrets with.

(clanking)

What are you?

What do you think
you're doing, you bit...

(cracking)

(shattering)
(dramatic music)

(flesh searing)

(bat squeaking)

(light dramatic music)

(thunder booming)

(beeping)

(flesh squishing)
(groaning)

(beeping)

(flesh squishing)

(beeping)

(clanking)

(flesh squishing)
(groaning)

(light dramatic music)

(beeping)

(thunder booming)

(rain pattering)

(wind howling)

(gasping)

- [Woman] I remember tonight
how our love had grown.

It would be different
had I only known.

£ Sky of blue

£ Clouds so white

£ Stars that shimmer
oh so bright £

£ Happily dreaming till
she stole you away £

£ Feel my feet start to slip

£ Step inside
(beeping)

£ A sinking ship

£ My life was perfect

- Let me in!

Let me in you bitch!

You did this to me!

You did this!

Open the hatch!

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in!

£ Why did she have to take you

- Clarissa, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean what I said.

It's been a long evening.

I'm excited for this
journey with you.

I'm excited we're gonna
be riding together.

£ How can tomorrow ever be

£ Something I
would want to see £

£ I had a chance till
she stole you away £

£ Ooh

(beeping)
- This is the

container vessel Argosy.

Does anyone copy?

This is the container
vessel Argosy.

Does anyone copy?

- This is Curion
247 orbit control.

To whom am I speaking?

- This is Clarissa Travers.

I'm pilot of the
cargo vessel Argosy

registered with the Lumis Corp.

- Roger that.

What can I do for you?

- We've experienced
a serious incident

at the Lumis Corp mud
harvesting facility on Mara 979.

Request permission to touchdown

at the first available location.

- Can do.

Maintain course to Curion and
a tug waiting to pull you in.

Be advised, there
have been reports

of wormholes along that route.

You don't wanna end up in 1953.

Bad year.

Were there any casualties?

- Three from our ship.

- Can you ID them for us?

- Our skipper, Captain
Richard McDermott,

our navigator Paulina Herrera,

and mechanic Michael A. Danvers.

- Copy that.

Does anyone need
medical attention?

- Um, it's hard to say.

- Roger, what's the
nature of his injuries?

- I don't really know.

- Who is it?

- That would be our medical
officer, Dr. Randall S.

Condu.

- Clarissa.

- Roger that.
- Clarissa.

- Hang tight and
do remember to...

- Let me in!
- Look out for that wormhole.

- It's a long ride home.

We'll sit together, we'll chat.

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