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Captain on deck!

I'll alert the media.

It means we're supposed
to stand at pretension.

At ease Trance.

I think it's a little
late in the game

to restore the
military protocols.

I'm sorry, Dylan.

Some of my systems
have reverted to defaults.

Harper.

Excuse me.

After the number of
scrapes we've been through,

it's a wonder she's
a-workin' at all.

Don't worry, Rommie.

As soon as we dock
at El Dorado Drift,

we'll pick up parts and
you'll be as good as new.

What he said.

El D. She's got
everything we need.

Wine, wiring,
and women.

All I care about is news,
weather and sports.

And that should be
comin' in right about, now.

Yes! Civilization.

Mail call!

It's already here,

courtesy of
your friendly

space-neighborhood
traveler's aid.

But I don't know
why you're so excited,

it's always just
bills for Beka,

or epistles from Rev
Bem's spiritual pen pals.

All you and I
ever get is junk.

I know, and it
is so great!

Because you can
buy your own moon,

or you can
make millions

without ever leaving the
comfort of your own homeworld!

...collection of CEO Sam Profit.

Oh here's breaking news,

Trans-Galactic is, uh,
"merging" with Quantum.

Economists were
taken by surprise.

Get out of here!
I own shares in Quantum.

You do?
How many?

Three.

Well, don't count your
dividends before they hatch.

The Free Trade Alliance
still has to give its approval.

Please, the Free
Trade Alliance

never met a
monopoly it didn't like.

I only have
one question.

What are we
talking about?

Analyzing.

Trans-Galactic Shipping
and Quantum Express

are two of the largest private
cargo carriers in the sector.

Their consolidation would,

Would force small
operators out of business

by red-lining business
and undercutting costs.

How is a little
guy supposed to

compete against
someone like Sam Profit?

Trans-Galactic's
"uber" big kahuna.

Put him in a fish
tank with piranhas,

pray for the
piranhas.

I'm sure that's all
very interesting,

but may we
discuss the weather?

I didn't know you
liked the weather.

I could tell you
everything you

ever wanted to know
about cumulus clouds.

They form really high
in the atmos... sphere.

The only time the
weather concerns me

is when it threatens my
health and well-being.

Today, for instance.

A class-seven
solar storm.

It's headed
right for us.

Looks like we better
make those repairs quick.

I know.
I know!

More work for me.

Heya, boss?

You know a guy
named Sid Barry?

Yeah, he was my father's
business partner. Why?

You got a message
from him, marked uh,

Extremely Urgent.

Bring it up.

Hello Rebecca.

It's Sid.
Your Uncle Sid.

I hate to come
to like this,

but I need
to see you.

There's an attached file
with contact information.

I'm not going to
beg you, Rebecca,

but we both know
your dad owes me one.

I guess I'm calling
in my marker on the

on the Valentine
family, huh?

I hope to
see you soon.

Sounds like
he's in trouble.

I hope it's not
too serious.

That message is
over three years old.

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.

But now one ship,
one crew,

have vowed to
drive back the night

and rekindle the
light of civilization.

On the Starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

Three years, Beka.

You don't even know if
he's still on Diphta Five.

I know, I know.

And the odds,

And the odds of
finding him at all

are like really
really small.

You know, if you
don't want me to go,

Why don't you just say so?

I don't want you to go.

Damn. I didn't think you'd just say so.

We haven't got much
time before the storm hits,

and we need the
Maru to carry supplies.

One of Andromeda's
pods can handle that.

Pods aren't designed
for moving cargo.

Okay, they are, but,

you speak Drift,

and it's been a long time
since I've bought anything.

Blood of my blood, Dylan.

That's what my
father used to call me.

All my life, he never
asked me for one thing.

Now he's gone. And if I
can pay back a debt for him,

I don't see how
I have a choice.

Solar storm hits in five days.
Can you be back by then?

I better be.

Can't trust you to fly us
out of class seven storm.

We'll be here.
Good luck.

Autopilot engaged.

Oh! Woh!

Let me guess.

Dylan asked you to
keep an eye on me.

Well, actually, Dylan
wanted to send Rev Bem

along but then he changed
his mind because

he thought he'd need
the Rev for the storm.

so he wasn't going
to send anyone,

and I didn't want
him to worry,

so I decided to sneak on
board and here I am now.

Are you mad at me?

Huh?

How can I be
mad, Trance?

I don't even know what
you're talking about.

Oh.

"Don't worry, I'll look
after her. Love, Trance."

- So?
- So now I'm worried.

They're both big girls.
They can take care of themselves.

Besides, we have plenty
to worry about right here.

I say we prioritize
the picotransducers,

nanothrusters, and,an AP solenoid valve.

We can agree on the
thrusters and the valve,

but we also need
photon bombs,

and we need to refit our pulse
plasma guns and point defense lasers.

Isn't this a lot of
wishful thinking?

How are we going
to pay for all of this?

Technically that would
be the quartermaster's job.

We don't have
a quartermaster.

Are you saying we
don't have any money?

Oh we have plenty of currency,
it's just that none of it's, current.

Okay, I can get most of this stuff,
but we'll have to rig for a fast getaway.

Harper!
- Harper.

We're not going
to steal anything.

Thank you.

Well, what would
you suggest?

There's an old
Earth custom, Tyr.

It's called
a garage sale.

What's a garage?

Yuck! I hate planets.
How could anyone live like this?

Well, didn't your people
evolve on a planet?

Yeah, the smart ones left,
as soon as they got a chance.

Hey!

Brain dead flash fryers.

Is that fun?

What fun?

Squirting drugs
into your eyeballs,

because it seems like human
beings enjoy poisoning themselves.

Well, it's not really
that simple Trance.

Flash is a synaptic enhancer.

It makes you stronger, better, faster.

Dad always said it made a great solution
if you don't make it your,problem.

Okay, so this is Avenida Nuevo Ciudad.
This is supposed to be the place.

Ninety-four,ninety-two,ninety.
Right there!

But,I think we're too late.

Sid's address but no Sid.

Ohhh great.

The light fixtures in
the crew cabins can go.

Sports equipment,stays.

We need weapons, not toys.

We need a crew that hasn't
gone crazy from lack of recreation.

Oh, anyone who,touches my basketball hoop
answers to me personally.

Oh oh, the drift trader that you're meeting
is called Grask. Now he's a,Chichin.

- Oh great.
- Yes, they never buy what they can steal.

They're scum.
They eat their own young.

I'll thank you to see
that he comes nowhere near me.

Mmm,probably a good idea.

Yeah, make a note of that.

That's ceremonial china from the Than ambassador.
- Really?

Sounds like a spool of superconductor wire to me!

Perhaps you should not watch this.

If I don't keep my eyes open,
he'll probably sell the,

Rommie. Rommie. Would I,hurt you?

Hey, whoa!

Where you goin' with all this good stuff?

That stays.

What'd I do?

Personal effects of the crew.

Hey, I'm looking for a guy.

Lucky you, you just found one.

A specific guy.

His name's Sid Barry.
You ever seen him?

I not your type?

You know what they say, once you try
bio-engineered, you never go back.

I think she's into older men.

What about you, sweetness,
are you into older men?

Or are you just into her?

Watch the tail.
- You know, grape's my favorite flavor.

Beka, are they cannibals?

C'mon baby, give me some sugar.

- What the hell is that?
- Sugar cane.

Trance, your left! Other left!

You want him? The guy in the picture.

I know where you can find him.

Ohhh wow,
this is amazing!

That's real wood.

Rebecca??

Sid!

Look at you, with
your blond hair!

I hardly recognized you.

What are you doing here?

I got an old message.

I thought you needed help.

Oh..oh that..well,

that's kind of complicated.
- Mister Profit, line three.

Profit? You work for Sam Profit?

Heh. Well, not exactly, I,

I am Sam Profit.

This is it.

Is this your room?

Not at all my dear,
it's your room.

And yours too.

Fit for a princess.

Her daddy's little princess.

I still don't get it.
How can you be Sam Profit?

You really had no idea?

The word shocked
comes to mind.

Amazed.

Dumfounded.

So why'd you
come all this way?

She came here
to help you.

I came here to
help Sid Barry.

Remember him?

I'm still Sid.

Not from where
I'm standing.

When I was a kid,

you and my dad
would stand around

and complain about the
big shipping companies.

Now you're the one
buying up the trade routes

and forcing out
people like us.

Curse the big companies
all you want,

but big companies
get things done.

And small
operators don't?

You know,
why don't I um,

walk around.

Okay, this is
me leaving.

It's all about
moving things, kiddo.

People, cargo.

The more things move,
the more they connect,

and the more
they connect,

the safer the
universe gets.

And the richer
you get.

Money is not
a disease.

It's the cure.

Let me ask
you something:

What was your father
after his whole life?

Redheads.

The big score.

Exactly!

And this is it!

He may not
have admitted it,

but this is what
he was after.

This is what he wanted.
What we wanted.

But you know what,
enough about me.

Is there anything
you want?

Beka!

Chocolate!

I don't know.

This is not what
I was expecting.

Hold that thought.

Mister Profit, time for
your Quantum run.

Well, Quantum waits
for no man.

I've got to get
back to the office.

By the way, you
look a little tense.

I hear Rutger
has great hands.

Oh yeah?

What's so great
about them?

Trance, do not let him
buy you off with a back rub.

This is Sam Profit
we're dealing with.

I think you're just
cranky from the gravity.

Why don't you just
think of this as a way of

decreasing his
corporate resources.

Now, let's start
with the tail.

Is this receptacle
hemitite or lixx?

I think it's
black plastic.

Oh. Too bad.

It might have had value.

This, uh, microsensor might
have had value too if you

hadn't removed the fuel cell.

Removed?
No, not removed!

Never removed.

Leeshka!

My apprentice.

Has the brains of a snivlet.

I should know better than
to let him prepare a shipment.

Ah! Well, in that case let's have a look
at the parts you packed yourself.

Yes!

This is so great!

This is even better
than the Andromeda.

And you know what,

I think that this
orange juice is real.

I bet they had to import it
all the way from Rigel.

Infinity, actually.

Wow!
You look great.

Thanks.

Oh, um,

You know I left some
bubbles in the tub

I should probably use them.

Cute kid.

Kinks all worked out?

Yeah. Not bad.

Look I,

I'm sorry I haven't
had much time.

Things have been
really insane.

Truth be told,

you couldn't have
come at a worse time.

Speaking of which,
why are you here?

I mean, not, not that
I'm not happy to see you.

I told you
why I'm here.

I thought you
were in trouble.

Oh yes!

Well, I guess I've grown
cynical in my old age.

It's just,

the timing of
your arrival is,

is so surprising.

Tell me about Ignatius.

I.. I'm

really sorry that I
missed his funeral.

You didn't miss much.

"Eject cargo pod: Yes/No."

He deserved better.

You know my
biggest regret?

That he didn't live
long enough to,

share this with me.

He would've liked that.

Yeah.

He didn't talk about
me at the end, did he?

He was pretty sick.
You know how it is,

when they get like that.

Did he leave any
messages, anything?

You're fishing, Sid.

You know what,

your father had some
data that belonged to me.

He probably saved
it on a disk

or buried it in the
Maru's database.

Did he ever mention
anything like that to you, ever?

Not that I know of.

What kind of
data was it?

Oh, nothing really,

just uh,

personal journals, visual
records, that sort of thing.

Perhaps,

you could look for it.

It would mean a lot to me.

And as a matter of fact, and
I always intended to do this.

If you could
help me, I, uh,

I might be able to
return the favour.

In what way?

Do you know what
your dad always wanted,

more than anything?

To leave you
with an inheritance.

Enough C-money so you could do
anything you wanted.

Well, he left me the Maru.

That's hardly
what he wanted.

What do you say I
make up the difference?

How about, uh,

well, how does ten million
guilders sound to you?

Ten million?

Ten million.

I see your memory
being jogged already.

If you find the files,

I need them unopened.

Oh!

In the meantime,
you should have some fun.

Unlimited credit,
courtesy Trans-Galactic.

Anything you want,
it's on me.

A little to the left.

Perfect.

I aim to please.

Magnificient.

I wish you would stop looking for beauty
in things that want to kill us.

This storm has no intent.

It simply is.

Can we evade it?

If the neutrino damper
is working properly,

we should have an
excellent margin for safety.

Rommie!

Circuit overload.

I think we can safely say,
the uh, damper's defective.

Dylan to command.
The lizard stabbed us in the back.

You know, for a while there,

I thought you were
going to sit in the suite

and sulk all night and
live on bread and water.

Okay, you're right.

That was the best time
I've had in a long time.

Awwww yes! To Unca Sid!
- To Uncle Sid!

You know, Trance, what I
could do with ten million guilders?

Oh, you could buy lots of drinks
with umbrellas in them.

More like fix up the Maru.

Pay off my dad's debts..
I could kick back, relax for a change.

So, why don't find that whatchamacallit
Sid wants and give it to him?

See, that is the problem,

personal journals and video diaries
are not worth that kind of money.

- Sid is up to something.
- You know,I think he's kinda sweet.

You know, you shouldn't drink.
It impairs your judgement.

I'm still trying to figure
out this whole poisoning

yourself for fun thing.
I think I like it.

Come on, Trance.
We have to check out the Maru.

Hey,

exactly where on the body
is the moneymaker located?

Beka!

Is this you?

Hmmm,
when I was six.

You had red hair!

My dad thought having
one hair colour was boring,

so he designed
these nanobots for me.

I can make my hair
whatever colour I want.

Oh, can you do purple?

You should see plaid.

Trance, go seal
the airlock.

Why?

Someone else has
been through these files.

- What?
Seal the hatch. We're leaving.

Ahh, don't be so hasty.

You still owe
me that kiss.

You want a kiss?
Kiss this!

Trance!

So, where were we, hm?

Not on my time, Mick!

You should have just
taken the money, Rebecca.

It would've made it a lot
easier for the both of us.

I've had enough
of this bull.

I know why
you came here.

I told you,
to help you.

My mistake.

You came answering a
three-year old message,

two days before my
takeover of Quantum.

I don't think so.

Now where are
those files?

Even if I knew what the
hell you were talking about,

which I don't.

why do you think
I'd tell you now?

Somebody's made you a
better offer, haven't they?

Who is it?
Is it Quantum?

Spacerunners?

I'm beginning to think your
dad's friend is a criminal.

Oh please.

It's her father
who's the criminal.

You haven't told your friend
here the story of your life?

Well, it's rather sort of romantic
in a pathetic sort of way.

You and your brother,

raised like wolves,

by a flash-fried
drug runner.

That's not true.

My father never used flash.

The trust of a
child runs deep.

Your father
never used flash?

Let me tell
you something.

Your father and I
practically invented flash.

The lab rats still
found nothing, boss.

We need those codes.

You heard the man.

Drop dead.

It's not my life

that's on the line
here, Rebecca.

Beka.

Beka, are you all right?

What did they
do to you?

Nothing.

I walked into a door.

Well then
please sit down.

Good girl.
Stay.

Oh Trance,
I'm not really in

the mood for a
cocktail right now.

Disinfectant.

So did you tell the door
what it wanted to know?

I can't tell
them anything.

I don't know anything.

Obviously my dad
had something

that Sid wants
very badly.

Well, if your father
was a drug runner

and Sid was his partner,
I would assume ---

Get one thing straight.

My father was
not a drug addict!

Well, I never
said that he was.

I said he was
a drug runner.

That's not the
same thing,

is it?

No, I guess not.

Slipfighter fuel
cells charged.

O2 is at 18 percent.

Check, and check.

Going someplace?

Rev, I wish you
wouldn't do that.

Besides, you are early.

Confession's not
supposed to come until

after I commit
the crime.

I never took you
for a man who

flees from the consequences
of his decisions.

I am not fleeing.

I just have to
run an errand.

Mhhmm,

- Wanna come?
- Most definitely.

Don't tell me,
You've got a plan.

Okay, I won't.

Hmm, he always
has a plan!

Let me get
this straight.

You're not trying
to blackmail me.

You don't know what's
on the coded data

and you've
never seen it.

Right, right,
and right again.

You pick this
stuff up fast.

I wish I could believe
you, Rebecca. I really do.

But you don't.

So let's get on with
the torture, is that it?

It doesn't have to
be this way, Rebecca.

I pride myself
on being able

to make a deal
with anyone,

and I mean
anyone.

Now, I'm going to give
you one more chance.

Name your price,

give me the data,

and we'll just pretend
this never happened.

I don't want
your money.

So that's it, huh?

My money isn't
good enough

for the daughter of
Ignatius Valentine.

Maybe you want
something else.

Is it revenge?

You blame me for what
happened to your father?

Should I?

You know, I think
you think of him

as some sort of hero,
out there all alone,

fighting the
corporate oppressor,

coming home with
tall tales and trinkets.

Who do you think
bought those trinkets?

Your father was either
hung over and forgot,

or some hooker
rode him in port.

Do you know what
he used to call you?

Blood of my blood.

Try "my little
ball and chain."

That's not true.

He used to tell me
you were not worth

the cost of fuel.

Well.

You really are

the daughter of
Ignatius Valentine.

More's the pity.

Flash.

It's the ultimate edge.

You'll love it!

5 milligrams today,

5 milligrams tomorrow,

and the next day,
you will be

selling your
first born

for just one
milligram more.

It's okay.
I'm cool.

Take this down,

and log it
time and date

because when I
get out of here

Sam Profit is
going down!

And he's going down so
hard he's going to create

another gravity
well in this sector.

Just let me at 'im.
Just let me at 'im.

Six feet, I can
jump six feet.

Beka! What?

Flash!

I don't drink.
Did you know that?

I don't drink. I don't squirt,

I don't snort.
I don't inhale. I don't...

I've been straight
edged all my life

all my life

because I'm my
daddy's little girl

and I don't want
to be like my daddy.

Here I am, I'm streaking
like a fleakin' comet.

You can't stop me.

You can't stop a Valentine
with a head full of steam.

Believe me.
I know. I tried.

Blood of my
blood, Trance.

What if it's
in my blood?

What if I can't stop?!

Okay, Beka please, just

try and slow
down, all right?

Inhale and exhale.
Inhale, exhale.

Don't treat me
like a child!

I am not a child!
You are!

Or are you?

How old are you, Trance?

I don't even know.

I don't anything
about you.

Where you from?

Who are you
working for?

Why are you purple?

You're workin' for Sid?

Trance?
Trance?!

Are you workin'
for Sid?

You're workin' for
him, aren't you?

Aren't you, Trance?
Trance!

Are you, Trance?!

Beka, stop it!
Please Beka stop it!

No no. I could
do purple.

Okay Beka,
you're angry.

and it's totally
fine to be angry

but please be
angry at him!

I know.

I know.

I know.

Trance.

Trance, we have
to get out of here.

I know where it is.

All right, come away.

It's okay.

Where is he?

I'm sorry,
Captain Hunt

has stepped away
from his desk.

Please leave a
message after

the tone from the
funny little guy.

Beep!

Are you amused?

We have at best
eight hours

before that storm
reduces us to

component parts,

and Dylan has
disappeared.

I don't know. Ask Rev
Bem, maybe he knows.

He's missing too!!!

Try decaf.

Back to normal?
You okay?

I will be.

Robbed of my
superpowers,

I will have to rely on
mere human ingenuity.

Oh, how are we going
to get out of here?

Let me think.

Ummm, how
about this one?

Yeee-yeah!

Sorry sweetie, the room
don't come with a view.

Ohhh, I've been
waitin' for this.

It's personalized to
my own DNA, moron.

Let's get the
comm gear

and let's get
them out of here.

Did I mention I'm
not having fun yet?

Nor I.

Ship! I'm assuming command.

Engage thrusters
and take us out of here.

Permission to come
aboard, Captain Anasazi.

How often do you get
the chance to get up close

and personal with a
class-seven solar storm?

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
experience, don't you agree?

You can't keep
me here,

I'm a highly respected
businessman.

Not on my ship,
you're not.

You must understand,

I have to get back
to the warehouse.

My employees will
steal me blind!

Oh, I do understand.

I understand that
honesty and integrity

were casualties of war,

and while I may not
approve, for the record,

I don't approve.

Right now, my bad
day is your bad day.

Enjoy the view.

Wellcome to our
humble abode.

Keep that cannibal
away from me!

Uh, cannibal? No.

See, he doesn't
eat his own kind.

Chichin, however,

When their whining exceeds
a certain decibel level,

I find it very difficult to
control my lower nature.

Mmmmm...

How much longer before
the storm reaches its peak?

I wouldn't crack open any
epic novels if I were you.

We might be able
to hold together.

'Course, we'd
be a lot safer

if we had a working
neutrino damper.

A damper?

You need a
neutrino damper?

What a coincidence,

I can get you
a damper,

a beautiful
brand-new damper

you will be proud
to call your own.

You don't say,

This way.

Boss?

I'm busy, Mick!

I know.

We've got a problem.

The blonde tased
me and the purple girl

disabled the
security grid.

They barricaded
themselves in the room.

'Scuse me gentlemen.

Listen to me.

I want you to do
exactly as I tell you.

Trance, when did we
leave the Andromeda?

How long have
we been away?

I'd say this
makes five days,

but sometimes I lose
count when I'm unconscious.

I was afraid of that.

I told Dylan I'd
be back by now.

He probably thinks
I ditched him.

Beka, I can hear them!

They're outside. Hurry up!

I just need one
more minute.

I don't think we
have another minute.

Give it up girls, there's
no way outta here.

- Wrong again.
- Right! What?

Hold your breath.

That was easy.

Boss?
Worked just like you said.

I'm wondering

if she's coming back.

What makes
you say that?

Well, you've spent
the last three months

helping her
upgrade her ship.

You've armed it,

you've rebuilt its
engines and computers.

I think it's quite
possible she may have

taken advantage
of your generosity

and gone back into
business for herself.

Because that's
what you would do.

Not after warning you.

So is this the point where
he starts shooting at us?

Well, I'm betting
he won't kill us

until he finds
that data.

Which we have?

Okay, here's what
I remember:

My dad and Sid
were partners.

They built the
Maru together.

They were always
planning and

scheming about
getting rich.

Until this one deal.

This was going
to be the big score,

the best deal ever.

And then,

I don't know, it
fizzled somehow.

Dad and I went to Signa
Gamma One to meet Sid,

and as soon as
we got there,

we just turned
right around and left.

No money,
no cargo, no Sid.

As far as I know,

that's the last time
they saw each other.

Autopilot engaged.

I'm betting whatever
Sid's looking for

has something
to do with that trip.

Well, he would've
found the Eureka Maru's

log by now,
wouldn't he?

Yeah, if it was
in the logs.

What are you doing?

Remember when I
told you that my dad

made nanobots
for my hair?

He did it as soon as
we left Sig Gamma One.

Sid even noticed.

He hid his secret
in your hair?

My dad may have
been an addict,

but he knew
his nano-tech.

If I'm right,
these little robots

did a heck of a lot more
than change my hair colour.

They recorded Sid's missing
data on a molecular level.

Zeros and ones,
all adding up,

to this.

Signa Gamma One
docking station.

Sid. Sid, are you there?

Daddy.

Oh.

They're dead.

They're all dead.

Yeah.

Oh.

Ohhh Sid,

You think they'd
just wave through

a ten-ton shipment
of flash?

Sid, what have you done??

I did what I had
to do, as always.

You talk like a man,
whose hands are clean.

I'm a thief.
I'm a smuggler.

I am not a murderer!

Well you are now.

You're watching it,
aren't you?

Sid.

What did you do?

Are you really
never saw it?

You really didn't? Heh.

Paranoia.

Kinda gets to you when
you're in my line of work.

When you're
a murderer?

Oh, it wasn't supposed to happen
that way, Rebecca. Honestly.

Somebody must've
tipped off Signa customs.

You know the
punishment for

drug-smuggling on
Signa Gamma One?

They chop you up
for spare parts.

I had to protect myself,
protect us both.

And then your father,

he had the gall
to blackmail me.

With the recording.

He was so pathetic.

He never asked for much,

just a few guilders
here and there,

a spare part or two,

but there was
always that recording

hanging over my head.

and then,

then he fried
himself on flash

and I figured
it was all over.

Until I decided to

buy my way into
Trans-Galactic.

You were worried that I'd start
using the tape against you.

I have always had a
soft-spot for you, Rebecca.

And I figured that we could
come to an arrangement.

That's when I sent
you that message.

But you never responded.

And then
three years later,

you show up
on my doorstep?

What was I
supposed to think?

You thought I'd
ruin your deal.

You know, a ruined
deal is one thing,

but to lose
one's life.

Sentiment only
goes so far.

My feeling is,
that when it

comes to destroying
evidence,

nothing beats a sun.

The sun!

Disengage autopilot!

Authorization denied.

I helped build the
Maru, remember?

A little help here!

I'm sorry Rebecca,

but I've had my
fill of Valentines.

Incoming,

It's not gonna do you
any good, you know.

You're too late.

You think that was the
only hair on my head?

Back in the suite,

I beamed the log to the
Freelance Courier Co-op.

By now it's on
its way to every

law-enforcement agency
in the quadrant.

"Open immediately
upon my death."

You're bluffing.

You couldn't afford
the courier fees.

I know,
but you can.

Unlimited credit,
remember?

If anything
happens to me,

and I mean anything,

you are front page
news in three galaxies.

Not bad kiddo.

Not bad at all.

Runs in the famil y.

All right,
here's the deal:

I let you live,

and you sit
on that recording,

and nobody
ever sees it,

because if it ever
sees the light of day,

I have nothing to lose.

Your secret's safe.

As long as I'm alive.

So you'd better wish
me a long and healthy life.

Why wouldn't I?

After all,

what are uncles for?

It's responding!

Good!
Get us outta here.

Okay.

Dylan, she is
thirty-six hours late.

And I simply don't
see why you should

keep a bargain
when she doesn't.

An incoming communication
for you Dylan.

Put it through.

This is the Eureka Maru,

requesting permission
to land, Captain Hunt sir.

Affirmative,
Eureka Maru.

You're late.

- Yeah, I know.
- We know.

Glad to have you back.

You know, whenever
I think about my father,

I picture him
at the end.

I try not to, but

I still do.

It was hard.

I have to just
remember that

those were just a
few years in a long life.

When I was a kid

when he was young,
he was the best, Trance.

He was smart,
and funny

and tough.

And brave.

He could make me
laugh until my sides hurt.

No matter how
dark things got.

Or no matter how
long the odds, he always

always came up
with a plan.

The right plan.

I wish you could've
met him Trance.

Yeah, me too.

But you know,
that's okay because

I know his daughter.

Blood of his
blood, Beka.

Blood of his blood.