All language subtitles for S01E14 - Astral Projections - 4K AI Remaster (1080p)

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?