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- Paul.

- Holloway?

Darian?

- Better be good, Briggs.

- We got a distress signal.

- Have you established contact?

- Not yet, but I got a visual.

- They're about 30,000 klicks southeast.

Looks like a small transport vessel.

They're pretty out of the way.

- Keep trying.

I'll be right up.

- Ready?

- Let's do it.

- One, two, three.

Get your gloves, kid.

- Aw, come on, man.

You know I can't move that thing by myself, and if I break it,

ain't nobody gonna buy it.

- Yeah.

Can't wait to find out what the damn thing's worth.

- Powered the whole ship for a month.

Could've kept us up and running the whole way home.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's a good thing we gave it a break last week.

No need to attract any unnecessary attention

when we're sneakin' it through.

You know, you got to hand it to Rubini.

He was brilliant.

- I thought you were moving this out of storage.

- Machine room's full.

We were gonna dump it in the escape pod chamber.

- It's too risky.

Take it to the air lock.

- I ain't schleppin' that thing all the way down there.

You even have any idea how much that thing weighs?

Why don't you get Tarver to do it?

Because last time I checked, Mason, I'm the captain of this ship.

- No, our captain's dead!

- And I'm ordering you and Riley to move Thanatos to the air lock.

Do I make myself clear?

- Aye, aye, Cap'n.

We'll get right on it.

- Can I speak to you for a minute?

- Sure, Tarver.

- I'm concerned about the surges we've had lately.

Thanatos isn't just depleting power.

It appears to be infiltrating the system.

- Like a virus?

- I haven't been able to classify it yet.

- I'll read your report.

Till then, I have a ship to run.

- Captain, Briggs told me you were in the air lock.

If I can be of any assistance--

- I'll handle it.

- Okay.

- I see you've established contact.

- Ugh.

How're we doing?

- At current velocity,

we'll be rolling in tomorrow right around dinner.

- Ooh, put me down for a cheeseburger.

I almost forgot what one tastes like after a year

of eating freeze-dried shit.

- What have we heard from that Mayday ship?

- Nothing in the last few minutes.

I tried radioing 'em a few times. I didn't hear anything.

- Can anyone hear me?

Is anyone out there?

Anyone?

- We read you.

Identify yourself, over.

- This is the USS Diana.

Help. Please help!

- You must identify yourself.

Ow!

- This is Captain Darian Holloway of the USS Pandora.

We want to help you.

What is your situation? Over.

- Oh, God!

Somebody help us!

Help!

Briggs, program a course to dock with the Diana.

Continue scanning the frequencies for further transmissions.

Landon, prep the medbay for further survivors.

- Uh, excuse me, Captain, but where in my contract

does it say anything about derelict ships

or distress signals?

- Remember the Acheron?

They answered a Mayday signal just like this.

They're still missing.

- At the first sign of trouble, we'll bail.

- Holloway?

Commencing new trajectory.

- Can I be of any help?

- I got it.

- Smile for the birdie.

- You're gorgeous.

Tarver, get your ass back here.

- Prepare for docking.

- What the hell just happened?

- I don't know.

For a few seconds, she just wouldn't respond.

It was like she was fighting me.

- You guys okay?

- Shaken and stirred.

Nice landing, Briggs.

- Stow it, Riley.

Let's get in there and see what we're dealing with.

- Whatever you say, Cap.

- Dead in here.

Electrical unit's trashed.

Looks like somebody ripped it out.

- What happened?

- Oh, just a little bump.

He'll be fine.

- Riley, can we get some power going on in there?

- I can try, but there's no guarantee.

- Get on it.

Mason, check the flight deck.

- Excuse me, Cap.

Did you just say you wanted us to split up?

- You heard me, Mason.

- Just keep thinkin' about how you're gonna spend all that money.

- Yeah.

Got to make it home first, partner.

- What is it, Riley?

Did you see something?

- No.

But I heard it.

- Heard what?

- Probably the coolant lines.

You guys getting this?

- We're with you.

- Bullshit.

If you were with me, you'd be wetting your undies.

I don't know what you guys heard on the radio,

but there's nobody on this ship.

There's something here!

It's in the walls!

- Mason, I want you and Riley to report back here immediately.

You got that?

- Got it.

Loud and clear.

- Riley, we have-- getting this?

- Wha--what's that? Say again.

- Get back to the Pandora now.

Riley, we lost you.

Come back.

- Ah, Jesus Christ!

- What's going on?

- It's nothing.

I'm fine.

- Abort!

I repeat: abort!

- Huh?

What?

What the hell was that?

You hear that?

Piece of shit.

- Riley?

- What?

- Can you hear me?

- Riley? - Huh?

Come on.

- Don't be afraid.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- There you are.

You gonna introduce us or what?

- Maybe this little side trip

wasn't such a bad idea after all.

- We'll take you back to our ship.

It's safe there.

Don't be afraid.

Just follow us.

- Come on.

Whoa.

Man, are we hallucinating or what?

I mean,

they can't be real.

- They're not real.

- They're perfect.

- You want to give me a positive ID on this shit?

- Potatoes, mashed.

- All the same to you, right?

- This must be very hard for you.

I understand if you don't want to talk about what happened.

- The Diana was taking us to the outer colonies

to work in the new med facs.

We had just passed through the heliosheath

when we felt the disruption.

At first, we thought it was a magnetic field or solar wind.

They must've gone through the air lock.

I don't know.

We heard shouts, and then we heard screams.

We figured the only way to survive would be to hide

and hope they wouldn't find us.

We spent 20 hours up there,

holding our breath and waiting.

Whatever the pirates wanted, they got.

And then they were gone.

- After dinner, Landon will give you each a thorough checkup.

We've even prepared some temporary sleeping quarters for you

in the lower level.

I hope you find them comfortable.

You're very lucky, all of you.

- Not all of us made it.

- Okay.

- I'll take her down to the medbay,

give her something to calm her down.

Come on.

It'll be okay.

- I'd take green eyes.

- Sadie?

My turn, man.

- How about it?

One girl, one night.

- Tough call.

But I'd go with Sadie.

- You know what that means.

Whoever wins gets first crack.

I got dibs.

- Every damn time, man.

beep!

- Did they check out?

- They're a little roughed up, but other than that,

they're in good physical condition.

- No, I mean are they legit?

- They practically conducted their own examinations.

- Thanks, Landon.

- Oh, let's see.

Damn it, Riley, you better not have raided my stash.

Oh, whoa.

Oh.

- Is that what I think it is?

- Got it from a trader out near the colonies.

Go on.

- Thanks.

- Hey, hey.

What was your name again?

- Does it matter?

- Mason, Riley?

You guys got your ears on?

We got surges all over sublevel.

Big one in storage.

- I'll get right on it.

Give me five minutes.

- Think you could teach me how to fly this bird?

- You got any experience?

- My dad used to fly suborbitors.

Took me out on weekend runs.

- Suborbitors?

That's baby stuff.

Let me show you how the big boys fly.

- Can I help you?

- Problems sleeping.

- I'm sure Officer Landon can be of assistance.

- Actually, Landon's not really my type.

- Come on.

I'll take you to medbay.

- Fuck me.

Whoa!

- Reminds me of a night-light I used to have when I was a little girl.

- Well, that ain't no lamp.

It's some kind of power source.

- And you're bringing it back to Earth?

- Not officially.

- Naughty boy.

You stole it, didn't you?

- We didn't steal it.

We sort of acquired it during our last pick-up.

- Somebody's gonna pay big bucks for this baby.

Careful.

It could be hot.

- Landon.

Landon?

- Not now.

Not now!

- It's coming from the medba--

- Briggs?

What's going on in there?

- Didn't your parents ever teach you

not to pick up hitchers?

- Uh-uh-uh.

Welcome to my ship, Holloway.

- This how you treat all your boyfriends?

- He was the fucking pilot!

We could've used him.

- I just got so excited, I couldn't help myself.

- Right.

- Got some fresh meat for you.

- Where's Nola?

- Come on!

- Come on, come on!

- Sadie, open up!

- Riley'll be joining you soon enough if he's still alive.

- Why don't you go downstairs

and find out what the hell's going on?

Take Alida if you want.

- I can handle it.

- Control yourself.

- Yes, sir!

- And while you're at it, take out the trash.

- You're more trouble dead than alive.

Hey, Nola.

You still screwin' that engine jock or what?

Nola?

- Ugh.

- Don't move!

- Okay, okay, whatever you want.

But we got to get upstairs, now!

- Where is Nola?

- Nola's not Nola anymore!

- I heard you fighting over me, you and your little buddy.

- Oh, fuck!

- Yeah?

Maybe later.

Where is she?

- Look, trust me.

You don't want to know.

- 'Bout goddamn time!

Hell of a job you did with this one.

- She's a fucking monster!

She's gonna kill us both.

- Shut up!

Nola, get your sorry ass over here.

Nola?

- Shoot it.

Shoot the goddamn thing.

- What did this to her?

- So you were just carting this thing around

without even knowing what it was or where it came from?

You better answer real fast,

or I'm gonna flush your precious crew out the goddamn air lock,

one by one.

- Like the crew of the Diana?

Sadie.

- No, no!

No!

No, wait!

Wait!

Let him go!

- Waiting.

- Best we've been able to tell is it's some kind of alien energy source.

None of us have ever seen anything that powerful.

We were trying to keep it stabilized until we reached Earth.

- Tell that to Nola,

'cause your little mistake turned her into a fucking mutant!

- I'd say that makes us even.

- Whatever that thing is,

I want it off the ship at the next station.

- Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you.

- Not from where I'm standing.

Open it.

- Who's first?

- Hmm, crybaby.

- No!

- And Doc.

- No, no!

- Want me to take care of it?

- No, I'll do it.

Get it done right.

- Kyra, don't do this.

You're making a big mistake.

- I'm not the one that brought that thing on board.

Move.

Let's go.

Come on.

- I thought she was dead.

- She was.

That's what Sadie said.

- I did--I did not sign up for no Easter egg hunt.

- You, move.

Move!

Let's go!

Come on.

Move it.

- I'm not going in there.

Riley said that thing was a fuckin' monster.

- Punch it in, or you can both spend the rest of the trip down here with Nola.

Do it.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look, why don't we just get our asses topside,

call it a draw?

- Get in there.

Come on.

Who's the stiff?

- It's Rubini, our captain.

- What happened?

- It killed him.

- It was an accident.

- You're hiding something.

- It was Rubini's idea.

He said that it was gonna make us all rich--

- And you went along with it just like the rest of us!

- Shut up.

Do you hear that?

- I wonder who ate it.

My money's on the crybaby.

- Jesus Christ!

I told you we shouldn't have come down here.

- Pick her up!

- What?

Are you crazy?

- We have to shoot her out to space.

Get her arms.

Doc, get the legs.

Doc, I'm talking to you!

Doc!

- Come on, Cap!

Let's see what you got.

- Nice one, Tarver.

Where'd you learn that?

- I improvised.

- Sadie?

You're supposed to be on guard duty.

smack!

- You okay with the controls?

- Don't worry, Captain.

I can handle her.

- What about the other Dianas?

- Stick 'em in a cage.

Kyra's mine.

- Not this time.

Your gun on the floor.

Now!

Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your head off.

- I'll give you two.

Oh!

- There's only one captain on this ship.

And today, it ain't you.

- Shoot it!

- Mason?

Landon?

- What are you doing? Shoot 'em!

- They're my crew.

- Not anymore.

- Shoot 'em!

- Go.

Go, go!

- Tarver, come on!

He's right behind you. Hurry!

- Give me your hand!

I got you.

- We can't let him live.

- What?

- He's infected.

In five seconds,

he's gonna turn into one of them.

- Kyra, wait.

- It won't affect me.

- You don't know that.

- No, you don't understand.

- Get out of my way.

- Look.

- You're a fuckin' synthoid?

- Nobody's perfect.

- I say we stay up here.

We keep them locked down there.

And if one of those dead fucks

shows their ugly faces, we blow it off.

- It's not that simple.

This ship has a network of ventilation shafts

and air ducts they could crawl through.

In the sublevel alone, there are at least three.

Here, here, and here.

- Can't we seal them off?

- We have to.

- Even if we prevent the contagion from reaching the upper floor,

it's not gonna solve our problem.

We need to dispose of the source.

- Hold on.

What's with this "we" shit?

You want to go down there and get your ass killed, be my guest.

But you ain't takin' me with you.

- Hold on.

Right now, it's in the storage vault.

It's not too far from there to the air lock.

If we can transport it to the air lock and seal off the room,

then we can launch it into space.

- Assuming you even make it to storage.

We barely got back up here in one piece.

- Yeah, and since when is that our problem?

You brought the goddamn thing on board.

- And if we don't get it off this ship,

then we're all as good as dead.

- When we brought the crate on board, there was one letter printed on it

in a language none of us had ever seen before.

It roughly translated to "Thanatos."

- I know the planet.

- Thanatos hasn't had life for two years.

- We figured that's where this thing was headed,

to provide energy for the planet.

But I don't think it was ever headed to Thanatos.

That's where it came from.

Our lives are not the only ones at stake here.

- Done any welding before?

- Usually I'm cutting things open, not sealing them up.

- Oxygen levels are dropping.

At this rate, we're not gonna have enough for the trip to Earth.

- Reroute us.

Set a course for the nearest station.

- I tried that, okay? The ship won't let me.

- What do you mean, it won't let you?

- The controls are locked.

It's like something's taking over.

- Where'd you get that from, anyway?

- Break in case of emergency.

I'd say this qualifies.

Got any other goodies?

- Never know.

- Any progress?

- We're getting there.

- What've you got for weapons?

- You're lookin' at it.

Don't go green on me, okay?

- Hold off!

- Damn!

It's clear.

- How many times do I have to put you down?

- Let's go.

- About done with this one?

Nice.

There's one more left,

but it's gonna be a bitch.

- Do you need help?

I figure we each take a side, half-time the fucker.

I was thinking, there's got to be an escape pod somewhere on this--

- Forget it.

We'd never make it.

Come on.

- Oh, God.

Briggs.

- Stay behind me.

Try to save as much ammo as you can.

- That's easy for you to say.

- You're a fucking android!

- Synthoid, please.

- Whatever.

- Behind you!

You're welcome.

- We got a problem.

- Where the hell is it?

- What the--

Oh, God.

Come on, please!

- What the fuck?

- Keep going.

- Jesus.

They're all around us.

Fuck. I'm out.

- It's in the goddamn air lock.

- We can make it, Riley.

We made it this far.

- No way.

Those things'll rip us to shreds.

- No, not if we watch each other's backs.

Okay, think about it.

Up here, it's a slow death.

At least with the pod, we have a fighting chance.

- What about the others?

- Somebody's got to survive this thing, and it might as well be us.

- Mason.

- Almost there.

- Stop. Wait.

- Let's flush the fucker!

- Kyra?

Holloway?

Can anybody read me?

Sadie?

- System's corrupted.

There's no way to disable the replication mechanism.

- Spare me the tech talk.

What's the plan?

- We got to go back.

- With these?

You got to be kidding me.

- I don't know about you,

but I wasn't planning on a war today.

- Well, we got one now.

Oh, shit.

- She's dead.

- Oh, shit!

Look!

- Back off!

Back off.

Back off!

I could use some help here.

- It's not catching!

- Open!

- Come on, Alida!

Come on, I got somethin' for you right here!

Oh, come on, Riley.

Come on.

It could be worse.

We could be one of those

pus-brain pieces of shit out there.

Come on, Riley.

Come on, whatever kind of funk you're in, you got to snap out of it, spaceman,

because I am tired of carrying your ass.

- Sorry if I'm bringin' you down, but in case you didn't notice,

my best friend just got turned into a goddamn mutant,

and now he wants to tear my fucking throat out.

Touch me again, and I'll fucking kill you.

What?

Don't give me that look.

Got cut on a piece of metal.

Alida?

It's Holloway.

You there?

- Holloway?

- Riley?

- Yeah, it's me.

Sadie's here too.

- What about Alida?

- They got her.

What's your sitch?

- Trapped in medbay.

Things knocking on our door.

Out of ammo.

- How long can you hold your breath?

- Captain, over here.

It's a ventilation shaft.

It'll lead right to the air lock.

- Good job, Tarver.

- All I got to do is get inside and crawl through.

- Whoa, whoa. Time-out.

You expect us to stay here

while you go on this suicide mission?

- I'm the only one that can sustain contact with Thanatos

or the plague victims

without risk of infecting myself.

If one of you should go and get infected,

the entire mission could be jeopardized.

- We are already in jeopardy.

Any minute now,

those things are gonna break down the door.

- It's the only solution, Captain.

- He's right, Kyra. Ease up.

- No, you fucking ease up.

If that tunnel's the only way out, I'm takin' it.

- Listen, you murdering piece of shit.

We only brought you down here because we needed your help.

And we don't need you anymore.

So fuck with my command again,

and I swear to God I'll throw your ass out there with those things.

Tarver, get in there.

That's an order.

- You're wasting your time.

Riley,

we have one hour.

And then we run out of air.

- Ah!

You still think we could make it to that escape pod?

- If I'm going down, I'm taking 'em with me.

- Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

It will.

And when it does, you better hold up your end.

Bet you wish you'd never brought that fucker on board, huh?

- It wasn't my call.

- So I heard.

Body looked pretty fresh.

I guess you haven't been captain too long.

- He was my fianc�.

Paul had this plan

to sneak it through,

figured we'd sell Thanatos back on Earth.

The crew agreed to an even split.

Last week, there was an accident.

He was crushed under Thanatos' crate.

I wanted to dump the goddamn thing right then and there,

but the crew wanted me to keep Thanatos on board.

They said Paul would've wanted it that way.

- I guess we're not so different after all, huh, Cap?

- I don't hear anything.

- Oh, fuck!

He got me.

Help me!

- I'll call you.

- You bitch!

Fuck!

Come on, Mason; chew on this!

And you called me a monster!

- That was good work, Holloway, but we still got more upstairs.

- First we make sure Thanatos is off the ship.

Tarver.

Did you get rid of it?

- The situation has been rectified.

- We got to help Riley.

- Rec--rectified?

- Are you all right?

System inoperable.

Infection appended.

- Fight it, Tarver.

You can stop it.

- Thanatos!

Failure to run regeneration scan.

X0224.

Command rejected.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I'm sorry.

Go.

Go.

- What the fuck is this?

- Escape pod.

It's our only chance.

- What are you doing?

Let's launch our asses out of here.

- Can't let Pandora get to Earth.

Okay, let's go.

Oh.

- Sorry, Cap.

Only room for one.

Besides, we can't all be heroes, can we?

Oh, my God!

Where are you?

Where are you?

- Paul, no.

- You want this ship, Kyra?

You can have it.