All language subtitles for Starhunter S02E10_English

[Space Station Humming]

CALLISTA: I thought you were a
shallow, brainless beauty queen.

LENA: Well, I thought you were
a pretentious snob.

CALLISTA: I know.

God, I hated you back then,
Lena.

LENA: I couldn't stand you, Cal.

[Laughing]

LENA: I guess 10 years changes
everything, huh?

CALLISTA: Yeah,
I mean look at you,

CFO of your own publishing
business.

LENA: My mother's, you mean.

I'm the CEO in waiting.

She keeps saying, someday,
you'll be ready, someday.

CALLISTA: That sounds like her,
she'll never stop.

LENA: I'd rather be flying
around the solar system,

kicking bad guy butt,

and looking great doing it,
I might add.

CALLISTA: Oh, well, thank you,
but it's overrated.

Speaking of looking great,

you haven't changed at all
since university.

I mean, how did you do that?

LENA: Clean living.

[Spaceships Whooshing]

MARCUS: I can't believe you've
never been to Syn City before.

PERCY: Shocking.

MARCUS: I love it here.

So much to do, and see.

PERCY: Let's be clear.

We're here to by antimatter
stabilizer coils

from some black market creep
named Plog,

that's it, that's all.

MARCUS: Don't you want to lay
your head down a little bit,

have some fun?

I mean, we're never off
the Tulip.

PERCY: I don't need to be off
the Tulip to have fun, Marcus.

I have fun.

MARCUS: Oh really?

When?

PERCY: Whenever you're
not around,

as a matter of fact.

[Whooshing]

LENA [O.C]: My own private tour,
very exciting.

CALLISTA: Yeah, well,
don't get too excited.

The Tulip is a hunk of junk,

but it's our hunk of junk.

ANNOUNCER: Lightning Five
to Mars Orbital.

Leaving from dock five
in 10 minutes.

CALLISTA: Can I help you?

QUINN: Sure.

Get out of the way.

Lena Bannon?

LENA: Yes?

QUINN: You're coming with me.

[Grunting and Yelling]

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: Come on!

[Yelling]
QUINN: Get them!

Come on, get up, get up.

[Opening Theme Music]

RUDOLPHO: I've been looking
at the books,

and to be honest,
me eyes glazed over.

But, well, spreadsheets, balance
sheets, they bore me.

The only thing I'm interested in

is that the final figure
is a large one.

TRAVIS: Rudolpho,
what is your point?

RUDOLPHO: My point is we should
be making more money,

and therefore--
[Alarms Blaring]

CALLISTA: Tulip,
we've got trouble.

Get the hatch open,
we're under fire.

QUINN: Stop, freeze!
[Laser Guns Zapping]

[Grunting]

TRAVIS: Take the bridge.

[Laser Blasts]

QUINN: Getting away, come on!

Get the lock!

CALLISTA: Are you okay?

LENA: Yeah, I think so.

CALLISTA: Car, request emergency
clearance from Clark Control.

TRAVIS: What's going on?

CALLISTA: I don't know,
but somebody wants

my friend Lena here dead.

QUINN: All right, blast it.

[Laser Guns Zapping]

TRAVIS: Car, you got that
clearance yet?

CARAVAGGIO: Affirmative.
TRAVIS: Then take us out.

[Laser Guns Zapping]

QUINN: It's useless,
let's go, get to the ship.

PERCY: Why is it so important
to you?

MARCUS: Are you crazy?

Hyperspace is the gateway
to everything,

time, the whole universe.

PERCY: I've been there,
you don't want to go.

MARCUS: But why?

PERCY: Forget it.

We're wasting our time down
here, anyway.

MARCUS: Well, we need the
stabilizer coils

if we want to get to hyperspace,

and most of the crew wants
hyperspace.

PERCY: Okay, assuming,

assuming that we can find
this parts dealer,

and assuming that he has
anti-stabilizer coils,

and assuming that we
can afford them,

and assuming that we
can install them

without blowing ourselves up,
what are we gonna do

about the negative energy
problem?

MARCUS: I don't know,
I lost you after assuming.

PERCY: Which one?

MARCUS: There was more than one?

PERCY: Are you not listening
to me?

MARCUS: As a rule I try not to,
Percy.

PERCY: Good to know.

We are so wasting our
time down here.

MARCUS: Are we starting this
conversation over?

[Sigh]

PERCY: If we're going to stop,
can we sit inside?

[Scoffing]

MARCUS: It's dark, smoky,
and claustrophobic.

PERCY: I want to sit inside.

MARCUS: Well, be my guest.

[Humming]

[Whooshing]

TRAVIS: You have no idea who
they were?

LENA: No.

TRAVIS: It's Lena, right?
LENA: Yes.

TRAVIS: Well, who would want
to hurt you?

LENA: No one I can think of.

CALLISTA: She's a publisher,
may have upset a few people.

LENA: Cal, I publish lifestyle
holozines.

How to give your rumpus room

that Uranus feel on a budget.

TRAVIS: What's a Uranus feel?

LENA: How the hell should
I know?

TRAVIS: Fair enough.

Car, tell Percy and Marcus we'll
be there at 2300.

CARAVAGGIO: Acknowledged.

CALLISTA: So Lena,
what do you want to do?

LENA: Well, I'd like to stay on
board for a little bit,

until I figure out what's
going on.

TRAVIS: Well, I don't think that
should be a problem,

until we sort this out.

[Mysterious Music]

MARCUS: Okay, Caravaggio,
thanks, Marcus out.

Tulip will be at high orbit
till 2300.

PERCY: Good.
PLOG: Sure, sure.

[Cackling]

MARCUS: Uh, there's a
washroom inside.

PLOG: Stupid, you're stupid.

Stupid, stupid!

MARCUS: Hey, this guy a friend
of yours?

[Cackling]

MARCUS: Oh, come on,
what's wrong with you?

PERCY: Nothing.

I just want this guy to come.

MARCUS: Well, selling antimatter
accessories on

the black market isn't exactly
a clever thing to do.

All the dealers are paranoid.

PERCY: Whatever, he's late.

PLOG: Paranoid!

They're watching me,

I'm watching them,

and we're watching you.

Plog's the name.

Looking for antimatter
stabilizers?

I bet I can get them,
faster than thought!

PERCY: Great.
MARCUS: Yeah.

[Spaceship Engine]

TRAVIS: Yeah, what do you want?

RUDOLPHO: Ah, nothing.

TRAVIS: Come on,
what's on your mind?

RUDOLPHO: Oh,

oh, it's just that Lena.

She's a tasty piece, isn't she?

TRAVIS: Yeah, I guess she is.

RUDOLPHO: So, um,

are we gonna help her?

TRAVIS: Thought we might.

RUDOLPHO: And how much is the
very rich publisher paying us?

TRAVIS: She's an old friend of
Callie's.

We, uh, help friends.

RUDOLPHO: You've got some
strange ideas.

TRAVIS: Call me a radical.

RUDOLPHO: Or a sucker for
a pretty face.

TRAVIS: That's the only reason
I work with you.

RUDOLPHO: So we're working
for nothing, again.

TRAVIS: Yep.

[Plog cackling]

PLOG: Lightspeed!

Hyperspace.

Antimatter drive.

Thought!

Thought is hyperspace.

You think it, you're there.

But how can you be in two
places at once

when you're really nowhere
at all?

PERCY: I don't know, do you have
the stabilizers or not?

PLOG: Oh, yes, yes.
[Plog Laughing]

[Parts Clattering]

PLOG: Ah, is this what you want?

MARCUS: Yeah.

PLOG: My lady.

Who are you?

MARCUS: Whoa, whoa, whoa,

calm down, man, take it easy.

Take it easy, we're friends
of Rudolpho.

He set this thing up.

PLOG: Where is he, then?

You're cops!

MARCUS: Come on, man.

Do we look like cops?

[Plog Grunting]
MARCUS: Do we look like cops?

[Thrilling Music]

QUINN: Come on,
they're getting away!

Get the lock.

Blast it.

[Laser Zapping]

[Grunting]
QUINN: It's useless, let's go.

Get to the ship.

TRAVIS: Clean that image up,
Car.

CARAVAGGIO: Replaying.

TRAVIS: Okay,

crosscheck with known felons
and ex-cops.

Oh, and might as well check on
bounty hunters, as well.

CARAVAGGIO: Searching.

LENA: Bounty hunters?

TRAVIS: Just a feeling,
being thorough.

Listen, I'm hungry.

Can I get you guys anything
from the galley?

Excuse me.

LENA: So, uh, what's the deal
with you two?

CALLISTA: What, Travis?

Oh, there's no deal.

LENA: Come on, you're not
interested?

CALLISTA: No.

LENA: So, I wouldn't be moving
in on your territory?

CALLISTA: No, because he's not
my territory.

LENA: He's kind of intriguing.

CALLISTA: Really?

A bounty hunter.

A little rough for you,
don't you think?

LENA: Nothing I can't handle.

CALLISTA: Well, if
you're so sure--

[Alarm Beeping]
CARAVAGGIO: Excuse me.

I'm detecting a ship on an
intersect course.

CALLISTA: Identify.

CARAVAGGIO: They're not running
ID beacons.

TRAVIS: Give us a visual.

Hail them, Car.

CARAVAGGIO: They're not
responding.

[Laser Beam Blasting]

TRAVIS: Countermeasures,
what's the damage, Car?

CARAVAGGIO: Damage minimal.

TRAVIS: All right, they're back,
whoever they are.

Are you sure you don't
know who they are?

LENA: No.

TRAVIS: So they're sending a
message, let's send one back.

Callie, target their
life support.

Let's make them uncomfortable.

[Laser Beams Blasting]

CALLISTA: They're hailing us.

TRAVIS: Thought they might.

Put them through.

QUINN: Montana,

my name's Quinn of the bounty
ship Zubital,

under the direct authority
of Mars Fed.

I've been commissioned to
apprehend Lena Bannon,

wanted for the murder of
Dr. Frederick Norman.

[Tense Music]

QUINN: Transutopian,

prepare to be boarded.

TRAVIS: Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold on a minute.

QUINN: No, you'll hand over my
prisoner now

or there's going to be trouble.

TRAVIS: There already is
trouble, Quinn,

so why don't you be a good
boy and sit tight

til I get a handle on what's
going on here?

QUINN: I just told you what's
going on here, Captain.

TRAVIS: Yeah, that was
good of you.

Mind if I double check?

QUINN: You have one minute.

TRAVIS: Montana out.

LENA: This is crazy,
I haven't killed anyone.

CALLISTA: So Mars Fed
is mistaken.

LENA: Yes.

RUDOLPHO: About a murder
charge?

Last time I checked, Mars Fed
didn't make mistakes.

This one could pay us top money.

Possession is nine-tenths
of the law.

She's our bounty and we
have a right,

unless we're harboring
fugitives now.

LENA: I don't know any
Dr. Norman.

I mean, you don't believe this,
do you?

CALLISTA: No, I don't want to.

RUDOLPHO: Well, there's a
ringing endorsement.

CALLISTA: Excuse me?

TRAVIS: Let's find out what
Mars Fed has, shall we?

TRAVIS: Car?
CARAVAGGIO: Accessing.

From the Mars Federation
case file:

DNA testing confirms that skin
and hair evidence

found on the victim belongs to
Miss Lena Bannon.

LENA: That's not possible!

CARAVAGGIO: The file also states

that the victim's wife believes
that her husband

might have been having
an affair,

but she did not know with whom.

LENA: None of this is real.

CARAVAGGIO: The bounty
hunting vessel

is powering up weapons.

RUDOLPHO: Seems real enough
to me.

TRAVIS: Impatient, isn't he?

Callie, what's our weapons
status?

CALLISTA: Weapons good to go.

Quinn is hailing us.

TRAVIS: Put him through.

QUINN: Time's up.

TRAVIS: I'm not convinced of
Miss Bannon's guilt, Quinn.

And knowing bounty hunters
as I do,

I'm a little concerned for
her personal safety

aboard your ship.

QUINN: Well, I resent that.

TRAVIS: Well, that's too bad.

QUINN: Are you daring me to
attack you, Captain?

TRAVIS: I guess when you get
right down to it, I am.

QUINN: Now you listen to me,

I demand that you hand over
my prisoner.

TRAVIS: Lena stays here.

We're setting course for
Mars as we speak.

CALLISTA: We are?

TRAVIS: If you set course for
Mars, we are, yeah.

CALLISTA: Right.

LENA: Are you gonna hand me over
when we get there?

TRAVIS: I don't know,
to be honest.

QUINN: You're stealing my
bounty, Montana.

TRAVIS: Quinn, if you don't
shut up, I will.

Now, any objections,
just fire away.

QUINN: All right.

We'll follow you,

but if this is a trick,

if you change course one-tenth
of one degree,

I'll be there.

TRAVIS: Transutopian out.

CALLISTA: New course laid in.

RUDOLPHO: Car, tell the kids we
won't be home for supper.

TRAVIS: Come on, I'll take you
to your quarters.

RUDOLPHO: I thought she was
your friend.

MARCUS: Yeah, understood,
understood.

[Panting]
MARCUS: Are you okay?

PERCY: Yeah, are you?

MARCUS: Yeah, fine.

PERCY: That didn't go well.

What time is it?

Go back to the shuttle bay and
wait for the Tulip.

MARCUS: No, no,
we don't need to.

Caravaggio contacted me,
they're on the way to Mars.

Some prisoner transfer.

We're not going to see
them for days.

PERCY: They can't do that.

MARCUS: Well, they did.

PERCY: We're going to be
here for days?

MARCUS: So relax.

So we hang out, we go to
a casino, a club,

take in a show, find a sane
antimatter dealer.

PERCY: Can we get a room?

MARCUS: Yeah, yeah, sure.

PERCY: Great.

TRAVIS: You're sure you never
met Dr. Norman?

Party wise, a nightclub?

I mean, maybe he met you

but it just wasn't something
memorable.

LENA: And his wife was watching?

TRAVIS: There's a reason she
thinks he was having an affair.

LENA: But she didn't name
me specifically.

TRAVIS: Maybe she doesn't know
your name.

Look, I'm guessing it's not
uncommon for men

to strike up conversations with
you out of the blue.

LENA: It happens, but I don't
date the married ones.

TRAVIS: What if they
don't tell you?

LENA: I don't get involved with
married men.

TRAVIS: What if they
don't tell you?

LENA: I have pretty good
married meter.

TRAVIS: You can tell just
from looking?

LENA: Usually.

You, for instance,
aren't married.

TRAVIS: How do you know?

LENA: Just instinct.

TRAVIS: And here I was just
trying to figure out

if you were guilty of murder.

LENA: I know that.

What do you think?

TRAVIS: You didn't do it.

LENA: How do you know?

TRAVIS: Just instinct.

LENA: Then why was my DNA found
on the body?

TRAVIS: Question for another
day, here you go.

[Keypad Beeping]

LENA: Thanks.

[Door Sliding]

PERCY [O.C]: Good enough.

MARCUS: It is very cool.

But why are we in here

when the pleasures of Syn City
are out there?

PERCY: We have a minibar,

we have porno hols,
this is great.

MARCUS: Pornos?

PERCY: Isn't that what people do
in their rooms?

Spinach beer?

MARCUS: This, uh, it is all on
your credit, right?

PERCY: Sadly.

[Tense Music]

[Spaceships Whooshing]

LENA: Thanks.

Aren't you going to
say anything?

CALLISTA: I don't know what
to say, except that

I'd like to think that you could
tell me the truth.

LENA: The truth is I run Inner
Beauty Publishing

with my mother,

and the truth is, I'm being
accused of a murder

I had nothing to do with,

and the truth is an old friend
of mine thinks I'm guilty.

CALLISTA: No,
you're quick to judge.

LENA: And you're not?

CALLISTA: I'm just,

think what you want to, Lena.

LENA: You think I'm guilty.

CALLISTA: I didn't say that.

LENA: Is this about Travis?

CALLISTA: Of course not.

LENA: Thanks for the towels.

CALLISTA: Sure.

[Door Sliding]

[Spaceships Humming]

[Soft Music]

TRAVIS: You lost?

LENA: Lost, no.

I was feeling a little
claustrophobic in my quarters.

TRAVIS: Yeah, well,

it takes a little bit of
getting used to.

Sometimes wish we'd never
colonized Mars.

LENA: I'm glad we did.

It's my home.

TRAVIS: Never bothered you we
had to ruin

the ancient civilization?

LENA: Why preserve the past?

The future is much more
interesting.

TRAVIS: If you say so.

LENA: Travis Montana,
antiquarian.

You are surprising.

TRAVIS: I just don't like to see
beautiful things destroyed.

[Soft Music]

LENA: That was nice.

TRAVIS: Yeah.

LENA: We shouldn't.
TRAVIS: Probably not.

Listen.

We'll find out what really
happened, okay?

Promise.

LENA: I believe you, Travis.

[Sighing]

CALLISTA: Car.
[Computer Beeping]

Cross reference search:

Inner Beauty Publishing's
various media,

look for any reference to a
Dr. Frederick Norman.

CARAVAGGIO: Dr. Norman has
been the subject

of the three articles.

[Scoffing]

CALLISTA: She swore she
didn't know him.

CARAVAGGIO: That would
seem unlikely.

PERCY: I'm just not in any
rush to get back there.

MARCUS: Oh, hyperspace.

PERCY: It's not like it's some
wonderful dream, you know?

MARCUS: I dreamt about monkey
wrenches last night.

Model 230.

PERCY: That's nice, Marcus.

My point is that I wasn't
just sitting

on the bridge the whole time.

There were other things
happening.

Not good.

MARCUS: Is that why you got
so freaked out

about dealing with Plog?

He might have given us a chance

to getting us back to
hyperspace.

PERCY: No.

Anyway, that's enough
about Percy.

Tell me something about you.

[Scoffing]
MARCUS: Something about me?

[Tense Music]
[Spaceships Humming]

[Doorbell Chiming]

TRAVIS: Come in.

RUDOLPHO: Sorry to
disappoint you, T,

but we need a heart-to-heart.

TRAVIS: Uh huh.

RUDOLPHO: I'll be blunt.

Lena has been lying to us.

TRAVIS: About what?

RUDOLPHO: About not knowing
the victim.

Caravaggio has found
three mentions

of Dr. Frederick Norman in her
various publications.

TRAVIS: That doesn't mean
she knows him.

She's a publisher, not a writer.

RUDOLPHO: I think you're pushing
that a bit, Travis.

It's more likely she does know
him than doesn't.

TRAVIS: Well,
we can just ask her.

RUDOLPHO: We can, and she can
just deny it.

TRAVIS: So we don't believe her?

RUDOLPHO: You've been blinded by
a piece of skirt, mate.

TRAVIS: You know what,
you're absolutely right.

I've been a complete fool

and I'm going to throw her
in the brig.

RUDOLPHO: Was that sarcasm?
CALLISTA: Yes.

RUDOLPHO: Well, hey,
I wasn't sure.

So what do we do now?

CALLISTA: I'll talk to him.

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: You know we're right.

Has it even occurred to you

that you've lost your
objectivity in this?

TRAVIS: Meaning?

CALLISTA: You know what I mean.

TRAVIS: Actually, I don't.

CALLISTA: Don't walk away
from me.

TRAVIS: Okay, yes,

she's attractive,

but that has nothing to do with
why I think she's innocent.

CALLISTA: Oh, really?

TRAVIS: Are you sure I'm the one
who's lost my objectivity here?

CALLISTA: No, no, no, no,
don't turn this around on me.

This is about you.

TRAVIS: Is it?

CALLISTA: Fine.

MARCUS: I like ballroom dancing.

PERCY: Get out.
MARCUS: No, seriously.

There's that old ballroom
dancing channel

and I like to watch it.

I like the way they move.

I think it's graceful.

PERCY: Another beer?
MARCUS: Yeah, yeah.

PERCY: There is no more.

It's a Noah's ark of booze.

MARCUS: Huh?

Oh, right, two of everything.

PERCY: We can shower,

we can shower.

[Humming]

TRAVIS: We need to talk.

LENA: Come in, please.

I want to thank you for
believing in me.

Everyone else seems to have
deserted me,

even Callie.

TRAVIS: Yeah, well,
I'll be honest, Lena,

Mars Police are building a
pretty solid case against you.

LENA: What do you mean, how?

TRAVIS: There are witnesses who
put you and Norman together.

LENA: Well, it's not true.

They're lying.

TRAVIS: Why, why would they lie?

LENA: I don't know, maybe
I'm being framed.

TRAVIS: By who, and why exactly?

LENA: I don't know.

TRAVIS: It's not a good answer,
Lena.

LENA: Now you don't believe me.

TRAVIS: I'm trying, I really am.

LENA: How can I convince you?

TRAVIS: Believe me,
that's not the way.

LENA: I was not having an affair
with Dr. Norman,

and I didn't kill him.

That's the truth, Travis.

MARCUS: Okay, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I got confused.

When you said you wanted to
have a shower,

I thought you meant together.

PERCY: Why?

MARCUS: I don't know, Percy.

I thought that we were making
a connection.

PERCY: So?

MARCUS: I thought you were
coming on to me.

PERCY: Why?

MARCUS: You were the one who
wanted to get a room,

fed me with drink,
wanted to watch a porno,

and go to have a shower and all
but invite me in.

Those are signals, Percy,

sexual signals.

PERCY: No, oh my god,
no, they weren't.

MARCUS: No?

What the hell were they?

PERCY: Well, they weren't
sexual signals.

MARCUS: Fine.

I'm going to have a shower.

PERCY: I can--
MARCUS: Alone.

CALLISTA: Car, locate Travis.

CARAVAGGIO: Travis is in
Miss Bannon's quarters.

RUDOLPHO: Oh, she must have
changed the locks.

When I tried, I couldn't get in.

[Cackling]

CARAVAGGIO: Would you like me
to summon Travis?

CALLISTA: No.

No.

RUDOLPHO: No, Car, I think she
wants you to strangle him.

CARAVAGGIO: Ah, humor.

CALLISTA: Poor attempt at it.

CARAVAGGIO: I'm downloading
additional evidence

from Mars Federation Police.

CALLISTA: What is it?

CARAVAGGIO: Video evidence of

Miss Bannon and Dr. Norman
together.

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: Let's see it.

RUDOLPHO: Lena, you are so
busted, my girl.

CALLISTA: There's something
you need to see.

TRAVIS: Now?
CALLISTA: Yes.

You might be interested
in this, too.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Don't know him,
never met him.

CALLISTA: You'd better start
talking, Lena,

because once we hand you
over to Quinn,

there's nothing we can
do for you.

LENA: That'd suit you just fine,
wouldn't it?

CALLISTA: No, it wouldn't.

TRAVIS: Take her to the brig.

RUDOLPHO: This way, ma'am.

[Ethereal Music]

PERCY: Um, where are you
planning on sleeping?

MARCUS: Right where I am.

PERCY: No, no, I'm sleeping on
the bed,

you're sleeping on the floor.

MARCUS: Why do I have to hit
the floor?

PERCY: Because I'm the girl.

I can't sleep with you
in my bed, come on.

Besides, you got to pick to sit
outside at the cafe.

MARCUS: Are you still pissed
about that?

PERCY: I'm not pissed about it,
it's just fair.

MARCUS: It's not fair,
it's petty.

PERCY: It's not petty, just get
out of the bed, Marcus.

MARCUS: I'm not moving.

PERCY: Get out of the bed,
Marcus.

MARCUS: Up yours, screwy,
I'm comfortable where I am.

PERCY: You're really
pissing me off.

Enjoy the floor.

MARCUS: Funny, huh.

Is that funny?

I'm having the bed.

PERCY: Get out--
MARCUS: I am having the bed!

Come on.
[Percy shouting]

MARCUS: Oh yeah?
[Percy grunting]

[Percy and Marcus panting]

PERCY: Very mature.

[Sighing]

CALLISTA: More plastics
revealed.

[Tense Music]

LENA: This isn't really
necessary, is it, Travis?

I thought you believed me.

TRAVIS: And I thought you
trusted me.

LENA: I'm not a murderer.

TRAVIS: Then what are you
holding back?

Lena,

I can't help you if you
don't help me.

CALLISTA: I think I could
help here.

Does the word 'Natural' mean
anything to you?

It was one of your holozines.

It outed plastics,

people who'd had plastic
surgery.

The Mars elite value natural
women above all else

because there are so
few women left

who haven't had any work done.

Right, Lena?

The connection is that
Dr. Frederick Norman

was a plastic surgeon.

PERCY: Well, at least I haven't
thought about the Tulip

this whole time.

MARCUS: Well, that's nice.

PERCY: You don't get it,
I always think about the Tulip.

It's like it's physically a
part of my head.

I didn't know I could not think
about the Tulip.

MARCUS: Well, you do seem
a lot calmer.

[Spaceship Humming]

CARAVAGGIO: On Callie's
instructions,

I searched for a way
to determine

what was being said at this
rendezvous.

Note the tableware to the right,

in particular,
the ice bucket lid

RUDOLPHO: Nice work, Car.

Looks like I tossed up
me oatmeal.

CARAVAGGIO: I have fine-tuned
the image, Rudolpho.

Using stereoscopic image
algorithms,

I have retrieved one segment of
Miss Bannon's conversation

with Dr. Norman.
TRAVIS: Off the reflection?

CARAVAGGIO: Correct.

Integrating voice sampling taken
during Miss Bannon's stay

with us, I have approximated
her voice.

Shall I run the program?

TRAVIS: Please.

RUDOLPHO: Saw this in
a movie once.

LENA: You're not going to tell
anyone you did the work,

are you, Frederick?

Because we'd be finished.

CARAVAGGIO: From here on, I can
isolate only various syllables.

TRAVIS: I think we've
seen enough, Car.

RUDOLPHO: Guilty.

[Tense Music]

MARCUS: So you were freaked
out before.

You were freaked out being
off the Tulip.

Agoraphobia,

a fear of open spaces.

PERCY: No, I'm not afraid of
the open spaces.

I'm afraid of the people
in the open spaces

because they're psychos
and idiots

running free, it's very
unnerving to me.

MARCUS: But then you're
just weird.

PERCY: Really,
that's not normal?

MARCUS: Percy, you will
never be normal.

PERCY: Thanks.

[Spaceships Humming]

TRAVIS: You were willing to go
to prison to keep this secret?

CALLISTA: You could have
told us, Lena.

LENA: You said I look the same
as I did 10 years ago.

Now you know why.

CALLISTA: The publisher of
a magazine that outs plastics

is a plastic herself.

LENA: It would have been the end
of everything for me.

It's just the way the
culture is now.

You have to be perfect.

Can you really blame someone

for committing murder
to save themselves

from being shamed and ruined?

TRAVIS: You said "We",

at the restaurant with
Dr. Norman,

you said "We'd be finished".

LENA: I was talking about us,
Frederick and me.

TRAVIS: I thought you didn't get
involved with married men.

LENA: And I don't, but--

TRAVIS: But which is it, Lena?

Come on, this isn't just about
being outed as a plastic.

You're protecting someone.

Now, who is it?

[Sighing]
CALLISTA: Your mother.

[Lena Gasping]

LENA: It wasn't her fault.

She wanted to leave him,

and he couldn't take it.

He threatened to out me
if she left.

It was too much for her.

She shot,

she shot him for my sake.

She called me in a panic,

I went down to the office and
planted my DNA on the body.

CALLISTA: Why, Lena?

LENA: I had to protect her.

I planted the evidence to throw
the police off track.

TRAVIS: And then you played
the innocent.

[Sighing]

TRAVIS: Well, very, uh,
inventive,

and very stupid.

LENA: I did it for my mother.

TRAVIS: Yeah, yeah, I know.

CARAVAGGIO: We are entering
Mars outer orbit.

Mr. Quinn is hailing us,

as is a Detective Sangky
of Mars Police.

TRAVIS: Well, Lena, from here
on, we tell the truth.

[Tense Music]

[Spaceship Soaring]

[Laser Blasting]

CARAVAGGIO: Incoming fire.

TRAVIS: No kidding.

CALLISTA: It's Quinn,
stay there.

TRAVIS: Car, ship-to-ship.

QUINN: As you can see, Montana,
I don't trust you,

so hand over my prisoner
immediately.

TRAVIS: She didn't do it, Quinn.

QUINN: I knew you'd try to
squeeze me out.

TRAVIS: That's not what's
happening.

QUINN: Fine.

CALLISTA: He's firing again.

TRAVIS: Countermeasures.

[Lasers Blasting]

TRAVIS: All right,
enough of this.

Callie, target a piece of his
ship he can barely do without

and hit him with a torpedo.

CALLISTA: Done.

[Explosion]

QUINN: You son of a [glitch]
Montana!

TRAVIS: Oh, come now,
is that any way

to talk to a fellow
bounty hunter?

Callie, target what's left
of him and fire.

QUINN: No!

Don't shoot.

TRAVIS: Hold on.

I suggest you throw your
ship into reverse

and leave me alone, Quinn.

I strongly suggest it, in fact.

QUINN: We'll meet again.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Car,
give me that detective.

I think he'll want to hear
what we have to say.

CARAVAGGIO: I will do
so at once.

TRAVIS: You okay?

LENA: Yeah.

[Soft Music]
[Marcus Chuckling]

MARCUS: But that does mean,

that you're a bounty hunter

who's afraid to go outside.

[Laughing]

PERCY: I'm going to give you
three seconds

to take that back.

One.

Two.

Three.

Take it back, it's not funny!

TRAVIS: It's Quinn's bounty,
Rudolpho, I made a promise.

RUDOLPHO: It wasn't exactly
a promise, was it?

Besides, we're turning her in.

Mars Fed says the bounty
is ours.

TRAVIS: Well, I don't want it,
it's Quinn's.

[Rudolpho Stammering]

RUDOLPHO: And where's Quinn now,
eh?

Last time I saw him,

he was being chased by one
of our torpedoes.

TRAVIS: A deal's a deal,
Rudolpho.

RUDOLPHO: Look, what you do with
your share is your decision.

I'm in business!

TRAVIS: Whatever.

RUDOLPHO: Oh,
the people you meet

when you haven't got your gun.

TRAVIS: Sure you don't want me
to drop you off?

LENA: I'm fine with the
police shuttle,

and you've done enough,
both of you.

From here, it's up to me.

Up to my mother and me.

TRAVIS: Well, there will be
a lawyer for you

when you get there.

He's, uh, the best, they say.

LENA: Well, we'll need the best.

CALLISTA: Hey, listen,
we'll be following your case,

so if there's anything you
need, just--

LENA: Thanks, Cal.

I'm so proud of you.

You're too smart for your own
good, you know that?

TRAVIS: Take care of yourself.

LENA: I will.

[Ethereal Music]

CALLISTA: Listen, I, um,

just want you to know that

I didn't have a problem
with you and Lena.

She's my friend, but I had to go
by the book on this

because the evidence was--

TRAVIS: Listen, Callie.

You don't have to explain
yourself to me.

You were watching my back and

I appreciate that.

CALLISTA: Yeah, well,

your instincts are really
amazing.

TRAVIS: Well, that's,

thanks.

Listen, I, uh,

I gotta to go and check on the--

CALLISTA: Yeah, right.
TRAVIS: Yeah.

I'll see you later.
CALLISTA: See you.

[Soft Music]

MAX: Rudolpho?

RUDOLPHO: Max,
surprised to see me?

NARRATOR: On the next
Starhunter.

MINA: How many times are you
gonna read that damn diary?

MAX: Till I figure out where
Nora McCallum has

stashed the necklace.

MARCUS: How do you plan to spend
your millions?

RUDOLPHO: I was thinking some
30, 40 room affiar

in the Louis countryside.

MAX: You really don't need to
point that weapon at me, Percy.

PERCY: I know,
but I'm enjoying it.

TRAVIS: Car, evasive maneuvers.

[Crashing]

[Closing Theme Music]