Intergalactic (2021) s01e03 Episode Script

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- Emma Greaves is an enemy of the state.
- She was trying to kill me.
I know where she is. I
left her near the ship.
Well then you
need to go back and find her.
These are the terrorists responsible
for your father's death.
- I'll do it. I'll apprehend her.
- You torture, rape, enslave,
all under the guise of
ecological salvation.
- We are saving Mother Earth!
- By destroying the universe!
- I'll kill anyone who stands
in the way of my escape.
- You will not touch a hair on me,
'cause I am Dr. Emma Greaves,
founder member of the ARC and
I know the way to Arcadia.
- What do you know about Emma Greaves?
What crime was she convicted for?
- I don't know.
I didn't even know that
we had a Greaves on board.
Wasn't on the manifest.
- So she's not even meant to be here?
- All I know is she hasn't eaten,
drunk or said a word
since we left Pau-Rosa.
She's just done, that.
Why you so interested in her anyway?
- Are there any Common World
trackers left on the ship?
- No. Verona stripped all the PulseNav.
Why you asking?
Are you still trying to call home?
- Why aren't you?
Instead of guarding me
and working for criminals.
These people are enemies of the state.
Self proclaimed ARC terrorists,
her people killed my dad.
- There's still no sign
of the Hemlock sir,
but I've mobilised two more scout squads,
accelerated Search and Retrieve protocols.
- And Wendell?
- Three days, four interviews.
Not given anything up.
ARC's plan, associates.
Sir, are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- This is Arch-Marshall Harper.
All ports warning.
A breakout in Detention Centre C.
Prisoner Wendell has escaped.
Ready or not, here I come ♪
You can't hide ♪
Gonna find you ♪
And keep you happy ♪
Ready or not, here I come ♪
You can't hide ♪
Gonna love you ♪
And make you love me ♪
- What's up with that?
- Up!
Need those coordinates, Witch!
I'm sick of waiting.
- There's a problem with
the ship's power supplies.
- What?
- Do you see that,
ventilation's struggling.
- Bullshit! I'm not falling for that.
- It's not bullshit, it's
basic power management.
First thing to go is always
the heat exchangers, lighting-
- There's nothing wrong with the Hemlock.
- Alert. Power level warning.
- You were saying?
- Verona-
- I'm gonna kill you!
- I would seriously
recommend you untie me now!
Verona!
- Look, switch it over!
Switch it over now! Put it on its.
- I seriously recommend you untie me.
- Argh! I'm gonna kill you!
- The fuck is going on?
- Mama, she's trying to stop the ship!
- My ship! I give the orders!
- What orders?
We're drifting, we've got
no idea where we are going.
Surely Tula, even you and
your tiny dinosaur brain
can understand this is not much of a plan,
not when we're running out of power.
- How long we got?
- If we switch to life support mode,
10 maybe 12 hours.
- Yeah sorry 'bout that.
Burnt a shit tonne getting
you lot off Pau-Rosa.
- You still here?
- Yeah, next time we land, you
can sling your pirate's hook.
She's crazy.
- What did you say?
- Hey, woah, woah, hey!
Let's not be hasty, hey, hey?
Just think about it for a second.
Just, this witch bird.
If she really knows the way to Arcadia,
then this is the golden ticket.
You give me a ride, I can help you.
Relief pilot, fuel heist management, yeah?
- Maps! Now.
- Must be a depot or a storage
facility for fuel rods.
There's nothing.
Pig! You must know.
Where do your fascist
mates refuel up here?
- I don't know. I don't remember.
- Oh, maybe your impending
death will sharpen your mind!
- 37, 59, 67, 101 IP.
All Commonworld refineries installations,
named after irregular primes.
NAR-59 is the only one within
range but it'll be locked.
Only way in is by Jupiter Cruiser.
- Well, I can take the Pod.
- I'll be your back up.
This is my bag, mate.
I can hide us in the orbit,
under a bit a space junk and then dive in-
- No, no, no he won't be able to do it.
- Course I will!
- No, these are Commonworld shields,
you'll get picked up, blown out the sky.
I know their defence
systems, flight paths.
I can get you in.
- No! No chance. You're
the last person I need.
- I'm the only person.
I think we should take Emma with us.
- The Witch?
Why the hell do you wanna bring her for?
What's the deal with you two anyway?
What's your game?
- Now, has everyone been for a wee?
- Fascist in the front,
Gobshite in the back,
I'll take the middle.
- Sorry.
I'm sorry.
- No.
Not sorry.
Not good enough.
You know that Verona's a tricky bitch.
- Mama.
- You need to be on it,
miss nothing.
- Mama!
- Arcadia. I've worked
out the coordinates.
- Where is the rest?
- You'll receive it in stages,
otherwise you've no
reason not to kill Ash.
Where is she?
Where is Ash Harper?
- They've just popped to NAR-59,
pick up a couple of fuel rods.
- NAR-59?
You've sent her back to the Commonworld?
You trust her?
I warn you, if she doesn't come back.
- Why do you care?
Just said yourself you don't trust her!
Sling the pig out.
- She's coming with us to Arcadia.
All the way.
- Mama, do you want me to kill her?
- Believe me, if we
didn't need the old witch.
Screw, you listening?
Go round this ship,
anything non-essential, shut it down.
- I can't, I don't know.
- And if he fucks up, kill him.
In any way that doesn't use up any power.
- We're here.
- Oi, nice one!
Seriously, I'd have probably
rolled it earlier but still,
sick bit of flying that.
- Cheers. Bit rough under that junk.
- When you two have finished
with the mutual masturbation,
let's go.
- Touchy, your mate.
- Not my mate.
- Oh shit.
- It's not getting deeper yet, you okay?
- Yeah, of course I'm okay.
- I'm serious, I've no clue how to.
How am I supposed to know
how to turn off the lights?
- Just do what most men do,
push the button and hope for the best.
- Please, I'm not a techie,
I'm just a guard.
A guard who's gonna get his head shot off
if I'm not quick.
Sweets, you
ickle-bit scared of Tula?
- 'Course I'm bloody scared!
The only thing that she ever says to me
is all the ways that
she'd like to kill me!
Get on with
it or I'll skin you alive!
- Just open that,
turn off that system.
- This one?
- Yep. I think so.
- Thanks.
Don't. Don't get
out we need to keep cold.
- Why?
- Automated defence triggered
by thermal signatures,
body heat, breath, shoots to kill.
Not me. I'm from Nantu.
- So?
- Lower body temperature,
gives me more time.
Can leg it over there,
start a fire, diversion.
- It won't work!
- Where the hell did that come from?
- Perimeter scout.
- So we can't move and we can't breathe.
You got any blankets, cover ourselves?
Signal jammer?
- Funnily enough, we got nothing.
- We got this.
- Two, three.
- Okay, go, go, go, go, go, go!
The heat from this'll camouflage us.
- Yeah, not for long.
How long?
- 40 seconds til the next drone.
- Can you do it? Verona?
Echo, see that?
Read it out.
- What?
- The drone, there's a serial
number written on its belly.
Have that, I can trick
this fucker into let us in.
- 4-2-8-7-4-6-2.
- 8-7-4-6-2.
Go! Go, go, go!
We've got 10 seconds.
- Okay. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
- It's creepy.
Where the hell is everyone?
- Skeleton staff.
- What the hell are you doing?
- You know what I think?
We should wear these.
Easier to move around the base.
- No, no way. I'm not wearing that.
- Why not? It's a great idea.
- I'm not wearing it.
- What do you reckon?
Bit tight in the 'nads.
That's a CW-47?
Ooh, I've always wanted a gun like that.
- Shall we just go?
- Suits you that.
- Yeah, course it does. That's her look.
- Clearly Wendall's
break-out was orchestrated.
Arrest, question all
relevant prison officers.
This was an inside job.
- Ma'am.
Sir, I really do think we
need to get you checked out.
Ma'am, Wendell's been sighted,
Mono-rail five, Central
Line, heading North.
- Apprehend him now!
- No!
Pull up Sector 27, Memorial Forest.
- Ma'am?
- Keep eyes on Wendell.
I know where he's going.
And I'm going to let him get there.
- Oh shit!
Okay, big smiles. Show-time!
- Please, please don't shoot me!
- It's okay, mate. No
one's gonna shoot anyone.
Just gonna take that off you, treacle.
- What do you want?
- What the fuck?
- He spotted you. I told you,
wear the fucking uniform.
- Give me the access codes
to the New Aurum Chamber now!
- Just, just keep things chill.
- You heard me. The codes now!
- I can't, I can't give you that!
- Then we have a problem.
- Stop!
- Okay.
The protocol to enter the
fuel chamber's sent by HQ.
It's all automated.
- What about IT Utilities?
- It's down there on the left
but you can't override the system!
- Commonworld Cyber Security?
Amateurish piece of piss.
- Do you want a hand with that?
- Don't move.
Please, don't hurt me.
Seriously, you won't be able to do it.
No one's ever breached
the network perimeter.
- Yeah. No one except me!
Why else do you think your fucking Masters
wanted to ship me off?
Right, you two guard him.
And if you do anything
other than guard him,
I will shoot the pair of you.
- Fucking bitch.
Stop the bus bitches!
Three queens.
- Oh bugger! You've beaten my flush.
Suck it up losers!
Kneel at my feet!
Got a kid, daughter, Tia, seven.
And she's so cute, I'm
not with her mum anymore-
- Please stop talking.
- I'm sorry, I just, I want you to know
that I only took this job to
keep up with the maintenance.
- Ash, I'm just gonna pop back,
get that CW-47, shame for a
piece like that to go to waste.
Action of that gun,
s'like shit off a stick.
- Listen to me, if you do
exactly what I tell you to,
I promise you, you'll be all right, okay?
- Okay.
- Right, in a second,
she's going to come back in
with the encryption codes
that'll open the vaults.
- She won't be able to get them.
- Trust me, she will.
As soon as we're down there, contact HQ.
No! You need to look as
though you're still tied up.
Get a message through
to Arch-Marshall Harper.
Tell her that her daughter, Ash,
is on NAR-59 and they'll sort the rest.
- I don't understand.
- All you need to know
is that I'm undercover
with a group of escaped convicts.
I'm tasked with delivering
the most dangerous
back to the authorities.
- You're a spy?
- Something like that.
- If you help me,
then you're a true servant
of the Commonworld.
- Got it, let's go.
Aah, sweet kid.
I assume you wanna see
her freckly face again?
Yeah?
Where's Echo?
- I don't know, he went
to pick something up.
- He, unbelievable!
- That guard.
- What about him?
He didn't ask for any of this.
He's just trying to do his job.
- That's how it works.
That's what the Commonworld relies on.
'Good' people just doing their job.
The fuck?
Oh no, is there nothing
more anybody can do ♪
Oh Lord ♪
There must be something you can say ♪
- No!
You can tell from
the lines on her face ♪
You can see that she's been there ♪
- You did this! You untied him!
- No I didn't. I swear.
- Of course you did. You were on your own.
- Oh no, no, no, no, no.
- Why did you leave her on her own?
Hm? Wasn't the time to do a treasure hunt,
you fucking pirate.
- Nah, you don't get to pin this on me.
If you remember, I did offer to help.
Knots, me being a pirate
and everything but oh no.
- Fuck off.
- Y'know what? I think I will actually
'causeI ain't up for this shit.
I am a pirate.
I nick stuff, I blag,
sometimes I even bluster.
But this shit? Nah it's too risky, mate.
Ash?
She's a sociopath.
I swear, she doesn't give a
shit about anything, anyone.
We need to get out of this place.
Get away from that fucking lunatic.
Ash? Ash? You listening? Come on.
- Don't know if you can
hear me but this is Drew.
On the Hemlock.
Please, you need to
hurry. I've screwed up.
Really screwed up this time.
I thought that I'd switched everything off
but I'd turned on the ionic air filter
and drained what little we had left.
And I can't even tell
them that it's my fault.
How long we've even got
left but it's not long.
Oxygen is nearly out and
the electric's critical
and they don't even know.
Hello?
Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?
Oh no, no. Oh no, no, look please,
please don't tell your mum.
Please don't kill me.
I did say that I didn't
know what I was doing.
- Are you trying to escape?
- I'm trying to see if
we can all escape but-
- It's gonna be alright.
- How do you know?
- 'Cause Mama said.
- Well, I'm sorry and I
really don't mean to be rude
but your mum doesn't know shit.
They won't be able to steal any New Aurum.
They probably didn't
even make it there and,
they're probably already dead.
Between them and me we're fucked.
- There's only one thing to do
when things are really fucked.
Get fucked up!
- They've got no power. No comms.
- Do you know how to tell a good pirate?
They always know when
to leave a sinking ship.
You stay here, Ash, you're gonna die.
- If we don't get the fuel, they all die.
- So what? They don't care about you!
They kidnapped you.
- Yeah, I know but I can't, I can't just.
Look, you might be able to walk away
and let everyone die but I can't.
- Right. His systems are off.
We gonna do this?
- Yeah.
Shit. Need a pass.
Can you hack this?
- There's not enough time.
- Right, we'll do it manually.
- I can't. I can't do this.
I didn't get the pony rides
and the swimming lessons, alright?
I don't do water.
- Yeah, it's okay.
- It's not. It's a phobia.
- It's okay. I got this.
- Nowhere to run.
- How did you know?
- I'm Commonworld Head
of Galactic Security.
I know everything.
But most of all, I know that men
are more sentimental than women.
Your wife chose roses?
An unsurprising choice, they
bloom bright then fade away.
You must miss her very much.
- I can't do this.
I can't run.
- What's the hurry, Wendell?
Aren't you supposed to
be meeting someone here?
Bring him in.
- No. Please.
Dad!
- Please don't hurt my son.
You know he had nothing to do with this.
- He is to be charged with conspiracy
to commit a terrorist act.
- No.
- Punishable by off-planet detention.
- Please. Max is innocent.
- So was my daughter.
Walk with me.
Help me.
Tell me, who is your operative?
The head of your cell?
Who gave you your orders
to frame my daughter?
- Order. One task.
All I had to do was to find a way
to get Ash onto The Hemlock.
- A cog in a much bigger wheel?
- Operation Angel. We each had a task.
None of us knew of the others.
- Angel?
How did you communicate with them?
Your operative?
Tell me and you can have your boy again.
Can start again.
Hold him in your arms, stroke his hair,
tell him you're the one person
that loves him above all else.
I know that's what you
want because I want it too.
You have my word.
My handler.
- Thank you. Go on, now run.
Run to your son.
The prisoner has escaped.
Shoot on sight.
- You're pretty when you smile.
Warning,
power level critical.
- Gonna kill him.
Gonna rip that screw limb from limb.
- But he told you.
He told you he didn't
know what he was doing.
How can it be his fault
that you didn't listen?
- He fucked up!
- He acted within his own
limitations as do you.
You shout because you are frightened.
Blame others because you
cannot admit your own failings.
Because you are failing, Tula.
As a leader.
A mother.
- How can they be laughing
when we're about to die?
Genevieve?
Genevieve!
- No, no, no, no. It won't work.
You can call her,
pull the leash ever tighter
but she'll always break free.
Let her laugh and then maybe
she won't die as you have lived.
Angry, lonely and afraid.
- Shit, shit.
It's gonna take more than a bit of mud
to get us out of this one.
I was gonna say it's been fun but-
- It really hasn't.
- Still saved your life though.
That's becoming a habit.
Get down, get down!
Get on the pod!
- Okay.
- You alright?
- It's just a graze.
- Yeah, you beauty! Woo hoo!
Yeah! Woo!
- How can you be so calm?
We're gonna die up here.
Suffocate.
No oxygen.
Will you die?
- I don't know. But I will be calm.
When you have been in the
darkness for as long as I have,
you cling to the light.
- How is she doing that
without wearing gloves?
Right, let's get the fuck out of here
before the feds are on our arse.
- Surprised you came back.
I wasn't sure you would.
It must've been tempting,
back in the bosom.
Is that a Commonworld bullet?
- What were they gonna do?
We were stealing New Aurum.
- You need to treat it
otherwise it will scar.
Because that's what they do,
your Commonworld, torture, maim, scar.
Regretfully
Wendell then tried to escape.
- And so you shot him? Our only lead.
- Sir, we had no option.
- And even with that unfortunate end,
you still didn't manage to
gain any new information?
- No Sir. Nothing new.
Fuck yes! Set the
next coordinates, witch.
Arcadia here we come.
- Woo!
- It will take us weeks, if
not months to get to Arcadia.
The Commonworld will not stop.
- I know that!
- Then maybe you know that this journey
will ask of you the one
thing you do not have.
Patience.
- Here she is! Yes!
Seriously, me and Ash, the
two best pilots in Aurea,
just saying.
- Certainly one of the most arrogant!
- Come on! I slayed it!
Whipped our girls out
right under their noses.
Commonworld to Con.
Guess there's no way back for you now.
- I guess not.
- Can I ask you something?
D'you mind putting something else on?
- What is your problem?
It's just a uniform.
- Yeah. It's the same uniform
that marched down my road
when I was six,
same uniform that put a
bullet in my dad's head,
raped my mum and left her for dead
while I hid in the wet and the dark.
So no, it's not just a uniform.
Not to me.
- Wendell! I've been waiting.
Not Wendell.
- I want to speak to him.
I want to speak to your leader. Now.
- S'okay. I'll take this.
Hello Rebecca! Still so impatient.
- I hoped it wouldn't be true.
I prayed you were dead.
But I knew.
I knew.
You tell me.
You tell me what you're
planning to do with her,
you fucking bastard.
- No. No you don't get to shout at me.
You don't get to tell me what to do.
Not anymore.
You had our daughter, now it's my turn.
Why? Why do you want her now?
17 years, she's had nothing from you.
Then I've got
a lot to make up for!
Look, don't worry, I'll take care of her.
With her?
I'm warning you, Yann, you
keep that bitch away from Ash.
- And by 'bitch' you mean er?
- You know who I mean!
I will hunt you down.
You! Emma Greaves!
- Rebecca, always so shrill.
- I will kill you, all of you,
before I let you take my daughter.
- Our daughter.
My daughter. My angel.
And when I get my arms around her,
you will never see her again.