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You. Bar.

Either of you own a parka?

A parka? What's that?

This is the Titan Class H -345 cargo ship.

One of Minecon's crashed over the new territories a few hours ago.

You're about to hear the IPC ground control record of their last

Close for final.

Estimated arrival, 12 .32 minutes.

Good. Good.

Steady as she goes.

That's Captain Rogers.

Kaplan, you're drifting two degrees to port. Let's get her back in the window.

Yes, sir.

Kaplan, pull up.

What the hell are you doing?

X, hang on.

We're too low. I can't.

Kaplan, you're relieved of duty.

X, I got the controls.

Oh, no.

The H -345 crashed two minutes after that.

Crash. Of a cargo ship that's an IPC or safety investigation, right?

Normally it would be.

The last transmission from investigators on the scene was garbled.

But three of the six -man crew were found dead.

And they weren't killed by the crash.

They were murdered.

Have you seen my wool socks?

Yeah. They're in the dresser.

The dresser? Third drawer on the left.

Maybe you can get Olin to come over.

No, I don't think so. I'll be fine.

You know, maybe this will be good for us, a little time apart.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Nothing.

So when will you be back?

Long night.

All being well.

Okay, I won't wait up.

I'll see you.

Hey, stay warm, sweet boy.

I'm starting to see lights.

It is fortunate the ship's power plant survived the crash.

The outside temperature is minus 40.

Frosty, you don't feel cold.

I feel it, David.

I don't suffer from it.

Ship is remarkably intact.

The main core was damaged, but we got the auxiliary power going. Don't know

long it'll hold.

Radio's been out of commission since we arrived, and it's getting worse because

of the storm coming in.

When's it going to hit?

Hours. We're watching it.

You know why they crashed?

Can't determine that.

That's what you guys are here for, right?

I'll tell you one thing. If this is pilot error, I'm the Christmas fairy.

Who was first on the scene?

The Minicon people.

We want to talk to them.

Minicon doctor's got a temporary morgue set up inside.

Here we are, gentlemen.

Detectives Favre and Hume from the CPB. I'm Jill Evans, Minicon's MD.

This is the captain.

What happened to his chest?

His heart was removed.

Literally ripped out of his chest.

What about the other two?

The men from the load team. They also died violently. Multiple wounds.

Is there a murder weapon?

Yes.

We found this knife at a captain.

From what I can see, they killed the captain and then killed each other.

Where are the other three survivors?

The ship's manifest shows a crew of six.

You don't need six.

I've seen two men run these ships. They might be big, but with inorganic cargo,

it's all you really need.

Detective Hume, Detective Favre, this is Mr. Machado, Minocon's chief geologist.

What was the cargo, Mr. Machado?

The usual.

Every Mars transport carries a load of cobalt, phosphorus, magnesium, zinc,

of the rarer elements, tungsten, dysprosium.

Anything that might be worth hijacking?

Well, that's exactly what I was thinking, Detective.

I think you should focus on that possibility.

We recently discovered a remarkable stone at 963, one of our more remote

operations. You might have heard of it.

It's been called the Brancusi Stone.

Does it ring a bell, Favre?

Yes. Named after the 20th century minimalist sculptor Constantine

whose work the stone resembles, reputed to be the oldest artifact in the

universe, an unprecedented archaeological find.

Well, I don't know about that, but it may contain the element 131.

As you probably know, even a minuscule amount is worth a fortune, and this

weighs in at nearly two tons.

So rather than alert the universe, we send it hidden in a general cargo

shipment. The crew may have discovered it was on board and have been trying to

steal it.

What are the chances the stone is 131?

Well, due to its extreme density in the area in which we found it, pretty good.

But the sooner you can conclude this investigation, the sooner I can begin

running some tests on it.

I can see this loss of life is really weighing on you.

I'd like to speak to the survivors, please.

I don't know if you get much information

from any of them.

This is Epps, the second in command? That's right.

She was in a comatose state when we found her, and she hasn't responded to

external stimuli.

Did she sustain any head injuries?

Nothing serious enough to cause this.

Over here is Ingalls.

We found him in his room, curled up on his bed with headphones on.

Hello, Mr. Ingalls.

Morning. This is Detective Hume and Detective Favre. They'd like to ask you

few questions.

Sure. Go right ahead.

Mr. Ingalls, do you have any idea why the ship lost control?

No, I didn't even know we crashed until Jill told me.

Where were you during the crash?

I was in my room. Doing what?

Nothing.

Just dozing off.

I wasn't on duty that day, and so I was packing my things.

I haven't been home in such a long time.

I was anxious to get back.

Three of your shipmates were murdered.

The captain had his heart cut out.

Did you know that?

No.

I didn't know that.

I was concentrating on unpacking my things.

I hadn't been home in such a long time.

And I was anxious to get back.

Okay.

Thank you.

Kaplan is over here.

I had to sedate him earlier.

Kaplan and Captain Rogers were fighting for control of the ship prior to the

crash. We found him in with the stone. The king must die.

Mr. Kaplan? The king must die. Can you hear me?

The king must die.

You mean Captain Rogers.

We drank his blood.

Whose blood?

The captain's?

The king's.

Drank his blood and ate his flesh.

Do not try and protect him, or you will die with him.

He's been this way since we arrived.

Psychotic, aggressive.

When we first found him, he was unconscious and covered in blood.

Covered in blood, his own?

Couldn't be.

He had only minor injuries, a few cuts, abrasions.

Is there anything in his psych profile that would account for this behavior?

No.

You imagine anything could?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

Try to get a DNA scan to match the blood on Kaplan to either Rogers or the other

dead crewman.

Okay, I'll give it a try and I'll let you know.

Thanks.

So what?

A crew kills the captain, then each other.

Ship crashes. That make sense to you?

Kaplan's account of the death of Captain Rogers is not consistent with a botched

robbery attempt.

Mutiny, maybe.

Captain dead, the crew breaks down.

I need some things from transport to run the test you ordered.

Dr. Evans, we need to see the Brancusi stone.

The crew broke into the container to get at the stone.

I've asked air safety to post a guard so we can get it out of here.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It would appear to be an artifact shaped for a purpose by an intelligence.

That's just wishful thinking on the part of the scientists and the alien

conspiracy freaks.

They want it to be the great monolith, the gateway to the stars.

But if you knew anything about geology, you'd know that under certain

conditions, transuranic elements like 131 conform into quadrilateral

configurations.

I disagree.

The surface texture does not suggest a macroscopic iteration of molecular

structure. I think it highly unlikely this is a naturally occurring form.

Barf.

Excuse me.

Blood. It's where they found the captain.

If you haven't already, would you take a sample back to the lab?

Still investigating?

Yeah, that's sort of what we do.

Well, look at the container. Men obviously ripped it apart with their

hands.

I spent half my life traveling around the Earth and Mars looking for minerals

every godforsaken place you can think of.

I've seen this about a thousand times before.

Seen what?

Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure this out.

It's got to be one of two things, maybe both. Cabin fever, gold fever.

These men have been isolated too long and have snapped, or they think they're

sitting on a pile of loot.

I've seen people tear each other apart for a few lousy ounces of precious

Never mind 131.

Well, keep your theory in mind.

Well, you do that.

Tank class 345 to IPC control.

What are you doing, airman? I gave the order to abandon ship.

We never got the call, sir.

That's impossible. We put out numerous calls over the monitors.

We were in cargo bay four. A thermal scan would have revealed our presence.

We did a thermal scan.

A transport left immediately before ours.

I assumed you and your people were on that.

The cargo ship may become unstable.

I've received unconditional orders.

I believe we are stranded.

I believe I have gained

access to the flight data recorder.

Clear to final.

Estimated arrival, 12 .32 minutes.

Good, good.

Steady as she goes.

Kaplan, you're drifting two degrees to port. Let's get her back in the window.

Yes, sir.

Kaplan, pull up.

What the hell are you doing?

Epps, take her up. We're too low. I can't.

Kaplan, you're really in the duty.

Epps, bring out the patrols.

Oh, no.

It would appear that your assumption of a mutiny by the crew is correct after

all.

This is the cargo hold.

No, I can't see any of the guys killing each other like that. I mean, we got

along pretty good.

You didn't notice any tension on the trip? No one making threats against the

captain? No, nothing like that.

What about the stone?

The manifest said basic cargo. I didn't even know it was on the ship.

So there's stuff going on, people killing each other. You didn't hear any

Why did you ignore the alarm, Mr. Engels?

Guess I got a little lost there for a while. What do you mean by lost?

I was wearing my headphones to prepare for re -entry.

And I was thinking about when I was growing up and this farm we lived on and

family.

And then I was there.

And it was beautiful.

Green.

Great.

Almost too great, you know what I mean?

But what do you mean?

It was always good when I went back home.

But it was never perfect.

So I start thinking that maybe something really bad has happened.

And I don't know what it is.

And they're all trying to protect me.

And I want to know what the bad thing was.

I want to know if I was the bad thing.

What did you do then, Mr. Ingalls?

I tried to stop it.

I tried to stop it.

And then everything went sideways.

And I blacked out.

That must have been the crash.

Can we talk to him?

We can try.

You cannot forget. You cannot

question the higher laws.

We had no choice.

We had to take the heart of the king.

It was the same with the Tlatoani.

What's he talking about now?

Tlatoani.

It's archaic, Central or South America.

It's you.

Do not understand.

Cannot question the higher laws.

A sacrifice.

I'm putting him on sacrifice.

Take this offering.

Save us. Save us.

Save us.

Save us.

You

and

me okay?

Sure.

No problem.

Be careful.

You guys come back.

No one from a rescue team.

Shut up. No one from outside, are they?

No.

And the radio has been silent.

Get yourself turned around here.

Easy to do on a ship like this.

Are you all right?

I thought I saw someone in the cord.

It was Olivia.

And Krochak.

Krochak, head of Recall Sublimator Program.

I know it sounds crazy. It's not crazy, David. It's just not possible. He is

dead.

Just forget it, David.

I've been looking through the personnel files.

There would appear to be a connection between the background to some of the

members and the killings on the ship.

Are you two going to share your secrets with the rest of us?

I believe the killings may be the result of some kind of collective breakdown or

shared delusional state among the crew.

Well, it happened.

What's that entire mining colony? A hundred people or more, mutiny. No

reason.

You sure have seen a lot of crap for a geologist, Machado.

Well, I know what a few rocks can make a man do, detective.

Believe me, I've seen it.

I'm thinking you don't know nothing.

It's a bear.

Thank you.

Radio is still dead.

Shake, shake, baby.

Dr. Evans?

Ingalls and Kaplan are heavily sedated, and there's no change in EPS.

Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing happens.

Look, since we're just killing time, why don't you pull up this personnel files?

These are the Minicon confidential employee status reports.

David?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Go ahead.

Nothing remarkable but Ingalls.

Average academic record.

Considered a good employee.

Not rated for leadership qualities.

Twice passed over for promotion because of run -ins with superiors.

Any incidents involving him and Rogers?

Nothing on record.

Try Kaplan.

Kaplan is somewhat more interesting.

He wrote a paper on sacrifice to the Aztec rain god Tlaloc.

But he seems to have blended into it the idea of regicide, the ritual killing of

kings, not typically an Aztec custom.

So Ingalls, he's got an authority problem.

Kaplan studies ritual killings, and ultimately Captain Rogers ends up with

heart ripped out.

Captain standing in for the king, the authority figure.

Then Ingalls hears us questioning Kaplan, and Ingalls kills the air safety

officer, the authority figure, in a similar way.

Perhaps Kaplan was able to influence the other crewmen in the same manner.

All right, I'll give you that.

But why? What makes it happen?

I do not know, David.

Either it is an extreme example of the power of suggestion, or we must accept

the presence of some kind of mysterious force on the ship, something probing the

subconscious of everyone on board.

Consider your own case.

You are no doubt Miss Olivia.

Krochek represents someone trying to take her from you. I'm not under the

influence of anything.

No, of course not.

But you do seem tired, David. Perhaps you should go and rest.

I'm not tired.

I'm going to check in on the doctor.

I will go with you.

I can make it down to sickbay on my own, okay?

David, I'm fine.

I couldn't wait.

You're not real.

You're not real!

This ain't happening.

Do you hear me?

This ain't happening!

You're not real!

I'll ask you the same thing. Put the gun down.

You put the gun down. Put it down. No, you first.

You should be in sickbay. Yeah, right.

I'm going to sit and watch three guys in a coma while you steal the stone.

What are you talking about?

The Rantosi stole it.

Element 131, don't screw with me, kid. I've been around a hell of a lot longer

than you have.

You were down there earlier. I saw you on the security cameras from the fridge.

Yeah, I'm going to take a two -ton rocket and put it in my back. I'm going

walk out into a snowstorm. What are you talking about?

Don't play with me.

Put it down! Put the gun down!

I don't mind blowing you away right now!

Put it down!

Put your weapons down now!

Gentlemen, I do not need to remind you that we are stranded in a hostile

environment out of radio contact with little chance of rescue.

We are working under an unusually high level of stress. We must work together.

We must not let our emotions take over.

I saw her again.

It was not real, David.

I saw her and I... I saw crotchet. They were right here.

David, is it not possible that you thought you saw them and the others were

convinced of what they saw?

Dr. Evans.

How many years I have prayed through every hellhole on two planets.

You lovely little bastard.

Stumbled onto fortunes while I worked for every damn cent.

Well, that is not going to happen this time.

I don't understand why this is happening.

You want to let her in on your theory?

I believe it has to do with the Brancusi stone.

Delusions or hallucinations brought on by the emission of some form of

psychotropic energy.

What Machado is doing to me was no hallucination.

No. But like the others, he was acting out a psychotic fantasy.

Images from the subconscious, in his case, greed and paranoia, were pulled

into his perceived reality.

There is also evidence that the effect can spread from the individual to other

members of a group.

Like Kaplan's regicide obsession?

Yes, exactly.

It created a sense of hysteria which spread to the others.

Oh, my God.

Is this going to happen to us?

We've got to get out of here.

Unfortunately, Dr. Evans, we can't get out of here.

My immediate concern is that sooner or later, the rest of us may be affected,

especially as it is night, a time when the subconscious is particularly

susceptible.

So the real question is, how do we get through this until help arrives?

We can keep the others sedated, but what about us?

I don't want what's happening to them to happen to me.

As a first step,

I suggest we lock up the weapons.

That's a good idea, so we don't harm each other.

David, I will need yours as well.

Forget it.

As a precaution.

I'm not giving up my weapon.

I can't force you.

No, you can't.

I'm gonna get some air.

Still nothing.

Your partner seems serious about the guns.

He's just, uh... He's just taking precautions.

Of all of us, he'll probably be the one that won't be affected by whatever's

happening. We've all been affected. It's likely that he will be, too.

He's had some special training.

He doesn't quite function like everyone else.

But you trust him?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I guess being a cop, you have to trust your partner with your life.

Sometimes, yeah.

Can you talk to him?

I mean, like you would.

With a friend?

Like a friend.

Sometimes, and there's times that he wouldn't understand or he couldn't...

Understand. Yeah.

I think we should stick together.

It is important that we look out for one another and are careful not to manifest

our inner desires.

Wait.

What are you talking about?

How do you know what I feel?

I have brought you a sedative.

One for each of you.

I believe that once sedated, your subconscious will no longer produce the

manifestations.

I recommend that you and Dr. Evans allow me to administer them now. A sedative.

You want to put it out now.

What was what?

Oh, my God.

Sam. Who?

Kaplan and Ingalls. They're coming for us.

Kaplan and Ingalls.

They're coming.

Dr. Evans, Ingalls and Kaplan and the others are sedated, under restraint in

sickbay. No.

No, they're right outside.

They are not. I assure you, they are where we left them.

David Machado is with the others.

How do you explain that?

I cannot explain what does not exist, David. We are alone here, you and Dr.

Evans and I.

Don't stop them.

Oh, my God.

Do something.

Don't let them in. Do something. Dr.

Evans, I'm not going down without a fight.

Okay. Gun away.

If you fire in this small space, someone will be injured or the ship will be

damaged. If you pierce the hull, the storm will enter and people will die.

John, you don't see that? You don't hear that? Turn around!

There is nothing to see, David. There is nothing to hear.

I'm not... This is what happened to the others. They gave in to the madness.

David, listen to me.

Get out of my way. Get out of my way. Listen to me, David.

Get out of my way!

Get out of the way!

David.

I promise you, Machado and the others are not real.

They're an illusion.

Like Olivia.

This is the air safety command.

There's a break in the storm. We're coming in.

Everyone all right down there?

Everything is fine. Thank you.

For a while there, I really didn't think we were going to make it.

All the fears and everything.

The arrangements are complete.

The Brancusi stone will be sealed off by android workers unaffected by its

emanations and placed under maximum control conditions.

I'm just glad to be going home.

Thank you.

Lucky for us, you didn't have a subconscious to deal with.

Goodbye, Dr. Evans.

Good luck.

Long night.

Yes, it was.

Stuff got turned around back there.

If I said something with, uh...

I didn't mean it, okay?

Okay, David.

Hi.

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm better now.

Did you miss me?