The Orville (2017) s01e05 Episode Script
Pria
1 [RHYTHMIC BEEPING AND WHOOSHING.]
JERRY: Where'd you get those? KRAMER: The machine.
You want one? - No.
- Here.
- KRAMER: Take one.
- JERRY: I don't want one.
- No.
They're good.
Take one.
- I don't want any.
- KRAMER: Just take one.
- No, stop.
Kramer, stop it! [CANNED LAUGHTER ON SCREEN.]
[LAUGHTER.]
[SNORT, LAUGHTER.]
I do not understand the source of your amusement.
'Cause it's funny, man! It is my understanding that such a surgical procedure was a delicate, high-risk undertaking at the time.
Yeah, that's why it's funny! But could not the entry of a confection into the exposed internal biology potentially put the patient's life in danger? You know, when you asked us to explain comedy to you, I didn't think you were gonna try to ruin everything good.
But to derive mirth from the pain of another being is sadism, is it not? ED: I mean, it's case by case.
Like, if a guy on a bike tries to do a trick, and he smashes his balls, that's funny.
- I would agree.
- Okay, here's a better example, Isaac.
Have you ever heard of a practical joke? I am unfamiliar with the term.
Okay.
Well, I'm gonna show you.
- [ALARM BEEPING.]
- ALARA: Captain, we're receiving a priority one distress signal from the Gatria star system.
That's right in our neighborhood.
Set course and engage quantum drive.
- Aye, sir.
- [TRILLING.]
Looks like a sun diver.
A what? KELLY: A comet that got caught in the gravitational pull of a star.
It basically makes a kamikaze dive until it's vaporized by the heat.
ALARA: Captain, the signal's coming from the surface of the comet.
- It's a crashed ship.
- What? Isolate the frequency and patch me in.
You're on, sir.
Unidentified vessel, this is the U.
S.
S.
Orville.
- Do you read me? - [STATIC.]
This is Captain Pria Lavesque of the mining ship Horizon.
- [EXPLOSION.]
- I'm in trouble.
[EXPLOSIONS.]
Captain Lavesque, stand by.
We're gonna get you out of there.
How's your life support? It's functioning, but it's getting pretty hot in here.
Isaac, what about a tractor beam? The vessel is partially embedded in the surface of the comet.
The tractor beam could compromise its hull integrity.
What if someone pilots a shuttle to the surface? ISAAC: The rescue would need to be completed before the comet gets too close to the star, or the shuttle will be unable to escape its gravity.
Captain, respectfully submit that the attractiveness of the ship's occupant makes the rescue imperative.
- I could do it.
- ISAAC: The star's gravity will cause the comet to break apart in seven minutes, 23 seconds.
- You could do it.
- All right, let's move fast.
- Gordon, Alara, you're with me.
- Ed.
Be careful.
Scans show the ship is near the apex of the comet.
Why do I have a bad feeling about this? - You got this, right? - Yeah.
Why'd your voice just get so high-pitched? - Huh? - Your voice, just got really high-pitched just then.
- No, it didn't.
- Yeah, it did.
You were like "Yeah.
" No, it's all good.
Well, then what was the high-pitch [IN DEEP VOICE.]
: It's fine.
I got this.
Damn, that thing took a beating.
[MECHANICAL CHIRPING.]
We got two minutes.
Let's go.
[ELECTRICAL HISSING, RUMBLING.]
[GROANING.]
Alara, you want to open this jar of pickles? Hey! Easy with the merchandise! The merchandise is about to be vaporized.
Come on! Mercer to Orville! How much time do we have? - 11 seconds.
- Ed, hurry! Strap in, you guys.
We're sealed.
Here we go.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.
No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no, no! Come on! Come on! - What is it? - It's the gravity from the star! It's pulling us in! [YELLING.]
Mercer to Orville.
Lock onto us with the tractor beam.
- Lamarr, lock onto them! - Locking on.
Got 'em! Bringin' 'em back.
Nice work, John.
[TRILLING.]
What the hell were you doing trying to land on a comet? Oh.
I was returning from a mining expedition in the Matar system, and I encountered a Krill battle cruiser.
I managed to outrun it, but it drained my power.
My sensors detected a dysonium deposit inside the comet.
So, it was either try and land there and get the fuel that I needed, or sit around and wait to die.
Well, lucky for you, we happened to be in your neck of the woods.
Extremely lucky.
Thank you, Captain.
Well, you're welcome, Captain.
Alara will assign you temporary quarters until we can drop you off - at the nearest Union base.
- Perfect.
- Deck C quarters, unit three? - Yeah.
Wait.
Didn't the last guy in there have a hamster? Lieutenant Phillips, yeah.
Does it still smell like hamster? - I'll give her unit six.
- Great.
- Well, insane day for you, huh? - Yeah.
You know, I'm not ashamed to admit I could use a drink.
Well, you know, I'm hosting a cocktail thing for the senior officers tonight in my quarters.
- You're welcome to join.
- I'd love to.
Great.
[SIGHS.]
Oh, it's almost 1800 hours.
I'm gonna go get ready.
Okay, I'll see you there.
GORDON: Oh, wait.
Captain? You mind stickin' around for a few minutes? Why? What for? I think everyone's gonna want to see this.
- See what? - [STIFLES A LAUGH.]
[MUFFLED LAUGHTER.]
Is there some reason I am the central focus of everyone's attention? Well, you look happier than usual.
Happiness is not possible for an artificial life form.
You have a face.
I do not understand.
Isaac, are you aware that you have Mr.
Potato Head pieces all over you? [GORDON LAUGHS.]
I got you, man! I totally got you! See, that's a practical joke! - Wait.
You put that stuff on him? - Yeah.
While he was recharging.
How the hell can you even see with all of that stuff on? I detect environmental stimuli with internal sensors.
My eyes are purely aesthetic.
Evidently, my sensors did not classify these "Mr.
Potato Head pieces" as a threat.
Okay, okay, so, now it's your turn, okay? You got to get me.
And you got to be creative.
You got to do it when I least expect it.
- And this is humor? - Yes! I must admit, it is quite challenging.
However, I will do my best.
[LAUGHS.]
["PENTHOUSE SERENADE" BY ERROLL GARNER PLAYING.]
Oh, well, the mining company keeps things from getting dull, I can tell you that.
The Vega Consortium operates out by the frontier, doesn't it? Yes.
Oh, you meet some pretty wild cultures out there.
Last year, I was trying to secure mining rights on a planet where it's customary at the start of any business negotiation for all parties to show their genitals.
What's the point of that? It's a show of good faith, a promise that all negotiators will be forthright and free from deception.
Well, if you're a miner, I guess that's what you call "finding a vein.
" [PRIA CLEARS HER THROAT.]
KELLY: So, Captain Lavesque, where are you from originally? PRIA: Uh, I was born on Earth.
Massachusetts, actually.
No kidding? I'm from Massachusetts.
Really? What part? - Little town called Boxford.
- I'm from Andover.
Oh, my God, we were neighbors.
Did you ever go to the Salem Witch Museum as a kid? My mother took me there when I was ten.
It scared the crap out of me.
That holographic recreation of the Giles Corey interrogation? Yes, where they kept putting the rocks on top of him to get him to confess, and he was going, - "More weight!" - "More weight!" I had nightmares for a month.
I don't think you ever told me that.
It's, like, this weird, specific thing.
You kind of just had to be there, but, God, it's so crazy that you would bring that up.
PRIA: It's crazy.
Man, I haven't thought about that in years.
[ED AND PRIA LAUGH.]
[DOOR CHIMES.]
Come in! Hi.
Me again.
Captain Lavesque.
- Hi.
- Oh, please, you can call me Pria.
Pria.
Um, I hope you had fun tonight.
I did.
I had a lot of fun.
Good, good, good.
Um we still have some, uh, orange [STAMMERS.]
fl-flooflers.
I don't know what they are, but - I'm vegetarian.
- They're terrible.
- Forget it.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Listen, I realized I never said a proper thank-you.
You know, I would've been cooked alive today if it hadn't been for you and your crew.
Well, that's our job.
Uh, how are your quarters? - Doesn't smell like hamster.
- That's great.
That's gr That's-that's a big win around here.
Um, well, please don't steal our towels.
We've had some problems.
[LAUGHS.]
Okay.
I won't.
Um I'm gonna turn in.
Okay.
Thank you.
[DOOR WHOOSHES SHUT.]
Search personnel database for the Vega Mining Consortium.
NAME: Pria Lavesque.
COMPUTER: Search complete.
No results.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
And this is our engine room.
We have a dysonium-powered quantum drive system capable of speeds exceeding ten light-years per hour.
- That's impressive.
- Yeah.
Chief.
This is Captain Lavesque.
And then some.
[CHUCKLES.]
Uh-oh.
Callin' HR.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'm just kidding.
Steve Newton.
Glad to know you.
- Nice to meet you.
- YAPHIT: Hey, Chief, the recalibration's gonna Yowza! - And this is Yaphit.
- Hi, Yaphit.
- Hi right back at ya.
- [CHUCKLES.]
You know, this may sound blunt, but you are the only white woman I've ever found attractive.
Well, you're the handsomest pile of cat puke I've ever seen.
[LAUGHS.]
Oh-ho-ho-ho! I love this gal! Ed? Could I talk to you for a second? Yeah, sure.
Uh, why don't you guys show Pria the engine core? What's up? This is a current personnel manifest of the Vega Mining Consortium.
There's no record at all of a Pria Lavesque.
Well, mining consortiums have employees coming and going all the time their records are usually sloppy.
It's probably just an oversight.
She said she's been there at least a year.
- Why are you so worried about her? - I'm your first officer.
It's my job to worry.
And as your first officer, I would advise you not to give her this kind of access to our systems - until we can confirm her identity.
- My God, what are we, the Inquisition here? She's done nothing wrong.
I just I want Alara to assign someone to her.
- Just to be safe.
- Oh, my God, Kelly, no, no.
Listen, I will ask her about the personnel manifest.
Okay? But that's all I'm gonna do.
Excuse me.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
Commander, what can I do for you? This isn't really a "commander" request.
This is more of a "Kelly" request.
Okay.
What is it? I need you to check.
Captain Lavesque's quarters.
Check them for what? I don't know yet.
Okay.
That's a little awkward for me, regulation-wise.
I mean, I can't just go snooping around someone's quarters without a reason.
Unless you order me to.
No, it's not an order.
Here, look at this.
It's the personnel manifest for the Vega Consortium.
There's no Pria Lavesque.
Well, mining consortiums do keep crappy records.
Yeah, that's what Ed said.
I don't buy it.
And I'm guessing he doesn't know about your "Kelly" request? Look, can't you just come up with some bogus security reason for a search? I'm telling you, I have a bad feeling about her.
I can put it in my security log as a radiation check.
It's a little shaky if anyone takes a close look, but I'll do it If you promise me one thing.
- What's that? - That your concern is purely in the line of duty and it has nothing to do with the goo-goo eyes that the captain was making at Pria during drinks.
Okay, first of all, I didn't notice any goo-goo eyes.
And second of all, even if there were, I wouldn't give a damn.
This is 100% in the line of duty.
I'm a professional.
- [DOOR CHIMES.]
- Housekeeping.
[WHIRRING.]
You know, it would help me if I had some idea of what we were looking for.
Anything out of the ordinary.
Commander.
I might have something.
[WHIRRING.]
This is really strange.
The scan can't penetrate it.
Can't tell what's inside.
[DOOR IN HALLWAY WHOOSHES OPEN.]
PRIA: Oh.
- Hey.
- ALARA: Captain Lavesque.
Hi.
Uh, sorry for the intrusion.
We were just investigating a possible radiation leak.
Oh.
Everything okay? - It's fine.
- Great.
We just wanted to make sure that you didn't go to bed and wake up with a third eye or an extra kidney or something.
Oh, I've been exposed to so much radiation in the mines.
If I was gonna turn mutant, it would have happened by now.
Right.
Of course.
Well, I think we're all finished here.
Yes.
All set.
ALARA: Again, sorry for the intrusion.
You gotta be kidding me.
Ed, just hear me out on this.
You went into her quarters and did a search? This was my doing.
I ordered Alara to assist me.
I appreciate that, Commander.
But it's not true, Captain.
I falsified the entry permit.
You are the chief of security on a Union starship.
You don't go searching guest quarters - without reasonable cause.
- Yes, sir, but we both felt that And you are my first officer, all right? You're supposed to be setting an example, and here you are ransacking a room? - What, did you read her diary, too? - No, we couldn't find it.
But, Ed, we discovered an object.
Metallic, rectangular in shape Oh, my God, you found a rectangle.
Good Lord, well, should I sound the red alert now? Our scans couldn't penetrate it.
We had no idea what it was.
So it could be a belt buckle, for all you know.
I suppose it could be.
I'm putting a formal reprimand on your record.
Dismissed.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
Ed, can I be perfectly honest with you? [DOOR WHOOSHES CLOSED.]
I don't think you're being objective regarding Pria.
[SCOFFS.]
Wait, I'm sorry.
I'm not being objective? I'm not being I-I'm sorry, which one of us just went tossin' cells? How am I not being objective? I think you're letting her charisma cloud the fact that she may not be what she seems.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You were making goo-goo eyes at her all through drinks.
I was not making goo-goo eye By the way, even if I was, even if I was, what business is that of yours? We're not together anymore.
You can date whoever you want.
- So can I.
- And that's fine.
I'm not saying otherwise.
But if it affects your judgment as an officer, it is my job to point it out to you.
Hey, I'm not the one playing Nancy Drew here.
Okay? Look, let's let's do a sanity check, shall we? We rescued this woman.
Wha What do you think, she crashed her own ship just so she could come here and do free laundry? And by the way, by the way, yes, you know what, I find her attractive.
- So what? - My concern is completely unemotional, trust me.
You can bang that chick on your kitchen sink for all I care.
I don't ever do it near the food, you know that.
But as your XO, I am telling you, there is something wrong here.
[LOUD BANG.]
BORTUS [OVER COMM.]
: Captain, please report to the bridge.
ED: Report.
We don't know where the impacts are coming from.
There's nothing out there.
[LOUD BANG, ALARM BLARES.]
Well, there's got to be something out there.
We're getting pounded.
Captain, I believe we may have encountered a concentrated dark matter storm.
Is that a thing? They are extremely rare.
- How do we get out of it? - Captain, I can - I can help.
- What do you mean? We encountered a dark matter storm on a mining expedition to Pollux 5.
Adjust your weapons array to flood the area with neutralized axion particles.
ISAAC: A fascinating theory.
I do not believe anyone has ever attempted such a solution.
PRIA: Do it.
Trust me.
[BRIEF WHIRR.]
Gordon, get us out of here.
Oh, my God.
[LOUD CRASHING.]
Sir! The impacts have severely weakened our deflectors.
Structural damage is imminent.
ED: Gordon, what are our options? Captain, I've never even seen a dark matter storm, let alone flown through one.
I can do it.
What? I've done it before.
Just give me helm control.
KELLY: Ed.
Gordon? Might as well, Captain.
This is above my pay grade.
BORTUS: Deflectors are gone, sir.
One more hit could destroy the Orville.
Do it.
[ALARM SOUNDS.]
[CRASH.]
[EXHALING.]
Pound it.
[CHUCKLES.]
What's the damage? Communications arrays have been destroyed, but, otherwise, we are intact.
Are communications completely down? Affirmative.
Total blackout.
We'll have to make a stop at outpost 49 for repairs.
That's five days off course.
Well you know, there's a Consortium base only a day away from here.
I have some friends there, and I'm sure they'll be happy to refit your communications array.
Plus, you can drop me off, I'll be out of your hair.
It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me.
Well, you just saved our ship.
I think we're even, but That would save us a lot of time.
Great.
I'll give your navigator the coordinates.
You're letting her dictate our course now, too? If we needed any more proof that she can be trusted, we just got it.
I want to show you something.
[BIRDS SINGING.]
It's breathtaking.
What's the name of the planet again? Unuk Four.
Our environmental simulator doesn't really do it justice, but you get the idea.
Have you ever been there? No, it's off-limits because the people are nightmarish.
They capture outsiders and then sacrifice them to a raccoon god by methodically dismembering them.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
It's a stunning place, though.
Gorgeous place, yeah.
Yeah.
So, where'd you learn all those piloting tricks? I'm out there every day, flying by the seat of my pants.
People like me have to be creative.
Well, I like creative.
I, um I actually got out of a rough marriage not too long ago, so I I think maybe we should take this slow.
Or or that.
That works, too.
Hey, I'm sorry if I pushed you into something you weren't ready for.
No, no, it's that's good.
- PRIA: Really? - ED: Yeah.
I just figure it's always easier to talk in bed.
[SIGHS.]
You know, if we're being honest here, I should tell you you're actually the first person I've been with since my divorce.
Oh, wow.
That's no pressure for me there.
No, no, no, you were fine.
Uh, better than fine.
Really.
You were blue chip.
- "Blue chip"? - Yeah.
Your pillow talk's a little rusty, huh? It is, isn't it? Yeah.
Okay, it's been a while, sorry.
What happened with your marriage? If you don't want to talk about it, - it's okay.
- No, it's It's fine.
Um She cheated on me with a Retepsian.
You know what they are? They got the blue skin, - they got the scales - Oh the stuff that comes out of the forehead.
It's, like, a whole weird mess.
I'm sorry.
You must have been devastated.
I was.
[SIGHS.]
But I don't know, at the same time I knew it was coming.
I was working too much, and I didn't give us the time that we deserved.
Still, she could have just asked you for a divorce.
To be cheated on, man, that's There's nothing worse than that.
I haven't really trusted anyone since then.
Until now.
[CHIMING.]
Huh [DEVICE CONTINUES CHIMING.]
All right.
All right, I'm up, I'm up.
[CHIMING STOPS.]
[EXHALES.]
: Oh [THUD.]
[SCREAMING.]
How far are we from the Consortium base? About two hours.
Keep forward scanners at maximum.
- Kelly, what are you looking for? - I don't know.
Trouble.
GORDON: Isaac! [GASPS.]
What the hell? What happened to your leg? He amputated it while I was sleeping! - Ha ha.
Got you.
- What?! I have retaliated.
That is my practical joke.
This isn't a joke, you psychopath! You dismembered me! ISAAC: I am confused.
You said to be creative, and you said to do it when you least expected it.
I have adhered to both directives.
Isaac, did you anesthetize him in his sleep? Of course, Commander.
It would not do to have him awaken during the procedure.
Well, where the hell is it? If you are referring to your leg, I have hidden it.
Given its importance to you, it seemed the most humorous course of action.
Son of a bitch! I'll kill you! - ED: Oh, hey, hey, Gordon - I swear to God, I'm gonna unplug you! ED: It'll be easier just to have Dr.
Finn regenerate it.
- Alara, take him to sick bay.
- Come on.
- You're sick, dude.
- I mean it.
There is something really friggin' wrong with you! It seems I have much to learn about humor.
What did I do wrong? Well, Isaac, you can't just cut off STEVE [OVER COMM.]
: Captain, I think you and Commander Grayson had better come to engineering.
Chief, what's the matter? We found something strange in the navigational relays.
We're on our way.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
What is it, Chief? Yaphit was in the navigational conduits doing a maintenance check when he found this.
KELLY: That's the object Alara and I found in Pria's quarters.
[SIGHS.]
Can you, um Can you remove it? We tried.
It's in tight.
We'd have to blast it out, which could damage the main relay.
Mercer to Alara.
Meet us at Pria's quarters.
Hey.
What's going on? We found something in engineering.
We were hoping you could tell us what it is.
Well, I see the cat's out of the bag.
I think it's time for you to tell us who the hell you really are.
I'm from the 29th century, about 400 years in your future.
When your ship encountered that dark matter storm, you were all supposed to die.
You honestly expect us to believe you're a time traveler? It's the truth.
Oh, I almost forgot.
What the hell? Lamarr to Captain.
What is it? JOHN: Sir, I've lost helm control.
Something else is driving the ship.
Ooh, it's a handy little device.
[SIGHS.]
It's actually what piloted your ship - through that dark matter storm.
- KELLY: You're telling us you came back in time to save our lives? Why? I'm afraid it wasn't your lives I wanted to save.
It was your ship.
Wait, if you really are from the future, what possible use could the Orville be to you? I'm a dealer in artifacts.
Mint condition.
Mostly I sell to private collectors.
I, and others who do what I do, travel back to a specific time and place in which, say, a ship like yours was destroyed.
I prevent the destruction, then I take the ship into the future and I sell it to the highest bidder.
What about the crews of those ships? Well, they're free to live out their lives as they see fit in the 29th century.
Wait, we rescued you.
All of us were in danger.
Never never mind about that.
- What about the comet? - A set-up.
A quick and easy way to get you to trust me.
Look, none of us were ever in any real danger.
We can do things in my time that Well, you're gonna find out for yourself.
Then why didn't you take control of the ship right away? ALARA: You obviously had the power.
I'm a businesswoman, not a soldier.
I like comfort and company, and you've provided both.
I'm not just talking about the food.
How do you do it Travel through time? We found a stable wormhole in the 29th century.
Those of us who are in the business learned to manipulate it.
This wormhole That's where we're headed.
I'm sorry I had to knock out your communications array.
I couldn't have you chatting anyone up if you're supposed to be dead.
How many times have you done this? When we get to my century, I'll introduce you to Amelia Earhart.
Would the two of you give me a moment alone with Captain Lavesque? Should we take the leg? Yes, take the leg.
Get the And post a guard on these quarters.
Aye, sir.
A guard won't matter.
Was it all just a lie? Not all of it.
I did feel something for you.
[SCOFFS.]
You'll forgive me if I have a hard time believing that.
Ed, you were all going to die anyway.
Now you'll have a second chance to live in a future full of wonders you can't even imagine.
I'd still like to see where you and I could go.
I know where you can go.
Where? To hell.
You-you can go to hell.
Is that an expression? It is.
In my century.
I've never heard it.
Well, it's it's not good.
I do care about you.
Whether you believe me or not.
Kelly! Kelly, wait.
Hey, listen, I don't want to play the blame game here That's because you're the one to blame.
Look, we all made mistakes.
Nobody made mistakes but you.
Let's not do the "I told you so" thing.
- I told you so, numerous times.
- Okay, look.
Fine, you were right.
Okay? I'm sorry.
She was a bad seed.
And-And she caught me where I was vulnerable, and I'm just, I'm really, genuinely sorry.
Well, we're supposed to be dead anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.
Hell, by temporal law, we should probably commit suicide to keep the timeline intact.
Well, the timeline's already been changed, so slitting our wrists wouldn't be any more correct than the way things are now.
I'm glad we didn't die while I was mad at you.
Me, too.
I might have an idea.
[GUN POWERS UP.]
- Ah! Damn it.
- [GUN CLATTERS.]
All right, so that's not gonna work.
Could I make a suggestion? What is it? Old-style, antique diamond-tipped drill.
Was a graduation gift from my uncle.
No fancy energy beams, - just good ole brute force.
- Might work.
Could be too arcane for the device to register.
Do it.
Bingo.
All right, Isaac, it's all up to you.
[BEEPING, WHIRRING.]
I believe I have access to the internal circuitry.
It is quite sophisticated.
I have never encountered anything like - KELLY: Isaac! - ED: Isaac! [CRACKLING.]
[POWERING DOWN.]
There's no internal activity at all.
He's dead.
Is there anything you can do for him, Doc? Gordon, I'm a doctor.
My expertise is in biology.
This is more like fixing an engine.
STEVE: It's a lot more complicated than that, I'm afraid.
Let's recheck the database.
We don't know much about him, but maybe there's something we missed.
Hey, buddy.
I don't know if you're in there, or if you can hear me, but I know the last time I saw you I called you a son of a bitch.
I was just angry 'cause you took my leg.
But, when I really stopped to think about it, that was honest to God the best damn practical joke I've ever seen in my life.
I just I just wanted you to know that.
[COMM BEEPS.]
ED [OVER COMM.]
: Mercer to Malloy Malloy here.
I need you on the bridge.
Seriously? Captain, we're approaching the coordinates.
Reporting as ordered, sir.
- Gordon, take the helm.
- CLAIRE: Captain, his limb regeneration is incomplete.
- If I could just - I need him here.
Particularly with Isaac down.
If we have any chance of getting out this, - I need everyone at their station.
- JOHN: Captain? I think we've arrived.
What the hell? Sorry to barge in like this, it's just we're approaching the rendezvous point.
Captain, I can put her to sleep real quick, just say the word.
Hold up on that.
Well, it's good to know teleportation is in our future.
You can take a breath in New York and exhale it in Paris.
Pria, listen, give me back my ship.
We'll give you a shuttle, you can take it through the wormhole to your own time.
But there are 300 people on board the Orville who have lives in this century.
They have families here.
You still don't get it.
You all died.
If I were to let you go, I'd be the one altering the timeline.
GORDON: Captain, we're heading through.
What is that? Lavesque to Binzian ship.
I have the merchandise, as promised.
Poz shivik, Zars Lavesque.
Shto kavak lo? PRIA: Couple of scratches.
Nothing that would affect the value in any significant way.
Regardless, I'll be happy to negotiate the price.
Shtak fehvor zemik, dosh mook fillory vem.
PRIA: Of course.
Nobody's trying to stiff you here.
Pohzhy revost deck ferenos.
Ofor feclis eez meseem.
Always like to keep the customer happy.
No! What the hell are you? [PRIA GRUNTS.]
Helm control is back online.
Gordon, get us out of here.
[GRUNTING.]
Transfer all power to the sublight drive.
Sir, the alien ship is powering up some kind of a tractor beam.
John, modulate the deflector frequency as fast as you can.
Aye, sir.
PRIA: Nice sucker punch.
I'd expect that from a woman who cheats on her husband.
You told her? No.
No, I didn't tell her.
She she knows 'cause she's from the future.
But it's in the past.
I told her.
Alara, take her to the brig.
Come on.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
Isaac, you there? ISAAC [OVER COMM.]
: Yes, sir.
My algorithms were successfully transferred to the ship's computer before the energy burst.
I trust my physical body is still intact.
It's a little toasty, but it's all in one piece.
Nice touch with the Junior Mints.
I felt it prudent to alert you of my success in a fashion that would not appear obvious if Pria were to see it.
Captain, can I go finish my leg now? Yeah, go ahead.
Thank you.
Come on.
Well, I'll tell you one thing, never again will I make the mistake of not trusting my first officer.
I'm sorry.
- [DOOR CHIMES.]
- Come in.
Thanks, Alara.
You can go.
I'll be outside if there's any trouble.
We'll be fine.
[DOOR WHOOSHES CLOSED.]
Isaac tells me this is what you used to teleport.
Congratulations, you have technology from the future.
I suppose you're gonna crack it open and study it.
No.
Unlike you, we don't mess with the timeline.
Well, what happens now? You know what the most depressing part about this is? I allowed myself to care about you, and you used me.
And despite all of your claims that you still care about me, not once have you even said, "I'm sorry.
" It's a good rule in life never to apologize.
The right kind of people never want apologies, and the wrong kind take advantage of them.
Fair enough.
It doesn't have to end.
Just come with me.
If the Orville continues to exist, who knows how it will affect the timeline? The Orville was supposed to be destroyed in that dark matter storm.
You changed those events, not us.
And as far as how that affects your future time, I don't give a damn.
According to Isaac, as long as the wormhole exists, the quantum potentiality is open.
Many sets of future events are possible.
But, if we destroy it, we choose a path.
There's no chance of us returning to your future, and the Orville goes on to live its life.
Which means that Pria Lavesque will have no reason to come back into our past.
And you and I will never have met.
You'd still be that messed up guy who can't get over his ex-wife.
Is that what you really want? [COMM BEEPS.]
Mercer to bridge.
Fire.
JERRY: Where'd you get those? KRAMER: The machine.
You want one? - No.
- Here.
- KRAMER: Take one.
- JERRY: I don't want one.
- No.
They're good.
Take one.
- I don't want any.
- KRAMER: Just take one.
- No, stop.
Kramer, stop it! [CANNED LAUGHTER ON SCREEN.]
[LAUGHTER.]
[SNORT, LAUGHTER.]
I do not understand the source of your amusement.
'Cause it's funny, man! It is my understanding that such a surgical procedure was a delicate, high-risk undertaking at the time.
Yeah, that's why it's funny! But could not the entry of a confection into the exposed internal biology potentially put the patient's life in danger? You know, when you asked us to explain comedy to you, I didn't think you were gonna try to ruin everything good.
But to derive mirth from the pain of another being is sadism, is it not? ED: I mean, it's case by case.
Like, if a guy on a bike tries to do a trick, and he smashes his balls, that's funny.
- I would agree.
- Okay, here's a better example, Isaac.
Have you ever heard of a practical joke? I am unfamiliar with the term.
Okay.
Well, I'm gonna show you.
- [ALARM BEEPING.]
- ALARA: Captain, we're receiving a priority one distress signal from the Gatria star system.
That's right in our neighborhood.
Set course and engage quantum drive.
- Aye, sir.
- [TRILLING.]
Looks like a sun diver.
A what? KELLY: A comet that got caught in the gravitational pull of a star.
It basically makes a kamikaze dive until it's vaporized by the heat.
ALARA: Captain, the signal's coming from the surface of the comet.
- It's a crashed ship.
- What? Isolate the frequency and patch me in.
You're on, sir.
Unidentified vessel, this is the U.
S.
S.
Orville.
- Do you read me? - [STATIC.]
This is Captain Pria Lavesque of the mining ship Horizon.
- [EXPLOSION.]
- I'm in trouble.
[EXPLOSIONS.]
Captain Lavesque, stand by.
We're gonna get you out of there.
How's your life support? It's functioning, but it's getting pretty hot in here.
Isaac, what about a tractor beam? The vessel is partially embedded in the surface of the comet.
The tractor beam could compromise its hull integrity.
What if someone pilots a shuttle to the surface? ISAAC: The rescue would need to be completed before the comet gets too close to the star, or the shuttle will be unable to escape its gravity.
Captain, respectfully submit that the attractiveness of the ship's occupant makes the rescue imperative.
- I could do it.
- ISAAC: The star's gravity will cause the comet to break apart in seven minutes, 23 seconds.
- You could do it.
- All right, let's move fast.
- Gordon, Alara, you're with me.
- Ed.
Be careful.
Scans show the ship is near the apex of the comet.
Why do I have a bad feeling about this? - You got this, right? - Yeah.
Why'd your voice just get so high-pitched? - Huh? - Your voice, just got really high-pitched just then.
- No, it didn't.
- Yeah, it did.
You were like "Yeah.
" No, it's all good.
Well, then what was the high-pitch [IN DEEP VOICE.]
: It's fine.
I got this.
Damn, that thing took a beating.
[MECHANICAL CHIRPING.]
We got two minutes.
Let's go.
[ELECTRICAL HISSING, RUMBLING.]
[GROANING.]
Alara, you want to open this jar of pickles? Hey! Easy with the merchandise! The merchandise is about to be vaporized.
Come on! Mercer to Orville! How much time do we have? - 11 seconds.
- Ed, hurry! Strap in, you guys.
We're sealed.
Here we go.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.
No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no, no! Come on! Come on! - What is it? - It's the gravity from the star! It's pulling us in! [YELLING.]
Mercer to Orville.
Lock onto us with the tractor beam.
- Lamarr, lock onto them! - Locking on.
Got 'em! Bringin' 'em back.
Nice work, John.
[TRILLING.]
What the hell were you doing trying to land on a comet? Oh.
I was returning from a mining expedition in the Matar system, and I encountered a Krill battle cruiser.
I managed to outrun it, but it drained my power.
My sensors detected a dysonium deposit inside the comet.
So, it was either try and land there and get the fuel that I needed, or sit around and wait to die.
Well, lucky for you, we happened to be in your neck of the woods.
Extremely lucky.
Thank you, Captain.
Well, you're welcome, Captain.
Alara will assign you temporary quarters until we can drop you off - at the nearest Union base.
- Perfect.
- Deck C quarters, unit three? - Yeah.
Wait.
Didn't the last guy in there have a hamster? Lieutenant Phillips, yeah.
Does it still smell like hamster? - I'll give her unit six.
- Great.
- Well, insane day for you, huh? - Yeah.
You know, I'm not ashamed to admit I could use a drink.
Well, you know, I'm hosting a cocktail thing for the senior officers tonight in my quarters.
- You're welcome to join.
- I'd love to.
Great.
[SIGHS.]
Oh, it's almost 1800 hours.
I'm gonna go get ready.
Okay, I'll see you there.
GORDON: Oh, wait.
Captain? You mind stickin' around for a few minutes? Why? What for? I think everyone's gonna want to see this.
- See what? - [STIFLES A LAUGH.]
[MUFFLED LAUGHTER.]
Is there some reason I am the central focus of everyone's attention? Well, you look happier than usual.
Happiness is not possible for an artificial life form.
You have a face.
I do not understand.
Isaac, are you aware that you have Mr.
Potato Head pieces all over you? [GORDON LAUGHS.]
I got you, man! I totally got you! See, that's a practical joke! - Wait.
You put that stuff on him? - Yeah.
While he was recharging.
How the hell can you even see with all of that stuff on? I detect environmental stimuli with internal sensors.
My eyes are purely aesthetic.
Evidently, my sensors did not classify these "Mr.
Potato Head pieces" as a threat.
Okay, okay, so, now it's your turn, okay? You got to get me.
And you got to be creative.
You got to do it when I least expect it.
- And this is humor? - Yes! I must admit, it is quite challenging.
However, I will do my best.
[LAUGHS.]
["PENTHOUSE SERENADE" BY ERROLL GARNER PLAYING.]
Oh, well, the mining company keeps things from getting dull, I can tell you that.
The Vega Consortium operates out by the frontier, doesn't it? Yes.
Oh, you meet some pretty wild cultures out there.
Last year, I was trying to secure mining rights on a planet where it's customary at the start of any business negotiation for all parties to show their genitals.
What's the point of that? It's a show of good faith, a promise that all negotiators will be forthright and free from deception.
Well, if you're a miner, I guess that's what you call "finding a vein.
" [PRIA CLEARS HER THROAT.]
KELLY: So, Captain Lavesque, where are you from originally? PRIA: Uh, I was born on Earth.
Massachusetts, actually.
No kidding? I'm from Massachusetts.
Really? What part? - Little town called Boxford.
- I'm from Andover.
Oh, my God, we were neighbors.
Did you ever go to the Salem Witch Museum as a kid? My mother took me there when I was ten.
It scared the crap out of me.
That holographic recreation of the Giles Corey interrogation? Yes, where they kept putting the rocks on top of him to get him to confess, and he was going, - "More weight!" - "More weight!" I had nightmares for a month.
I don't think you ever told me that.
It's, like, this weird, specific thing.
You kind of just had to be there, but, God, it's so crazy that you would bring that up.
PRIA: It's crazy.
Man, I haven't thought about that in years.
[ED AND PRIA LAUGH.]
[DOOR CHIMES.]
Come in! Hi.
Me again.
Captain Lavesque.
- Hi.
- Oh, please, you can call me Pria.
Pria.
Um, I hope you had fun tonight.
I did.
I had a lot of fun.
Good, good, good.
Um we still have some, uh, orange [STAMMERS.]
fl-flooflers.
I don't know what they are, but - I'm vegetarian.
- They're terrible.
- Forget it.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Listen, I realized I never said a proper thank-you.
You know, I would've been cooked alive today if it hadn't been for you and your crew.
Well, that's our job.
Uh, how are your quarters? - Doesn't smell like hamster.
- That's great.
That's gr That's-that's a big win around here.
Um, well, please don't steal our towels.
We've had some problems.
[LAUGHS.]
Okay.
I won't.
Um I'm gonna turn in.
Okay.
Thank you.
[DOOR WHOOSHES SHUT.]
Search personnel database for the Vega Mining Consortium.
NAME: Pria Lavesque.
COMPUTER: Search complete.
No results.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
And this is our engine room.
We have a dysonium-powered quantum drive system capable of speeds exceeding ten light-years per hour.
- That's impressive.
- Yeah.
Chief.
This is Captain Lavesque.
And then some.
[CHUCKLES.]
Uh-oh.
Callin' HR.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'm just kidding.
Steve Newton.
Glad to know you.
- Nice to meet you.
- YAPHIT: Hey, Chief, the recalibration's gonna Yowza! - And this is Yaphit.
- Hi, Yaphit.
- Hi right back at ya.
- [CHUCKLES.]
You know, this may sound blunt, but you are the only white woman I've ever found attractive.
Well, you're the handsomest pile of cat puke I've ever seen.
[LAUGHS.]
Oh-ho-ho-ho! I love this gal! Ed? Could I talk to you for a second? Yeah, sure.
Uh, why don't you guys show Pria the engine core? What's up? This is a current personnel manifest of the Vega Mining Consortium.
There's no record at all of a Pria Lavesque.
Well, mining consortiums have employees coming and going all the time their records are usually sloppy.
It's probably just an oversight.
She said she's been there at least a year.
- Why are you so worried about her? - I'm your first officer.
It's my job to worry.
And as your first officer, I would advise you not to give her this kind of access to our systems - until we can confirm her identity.
- My God, what are we, the Inquisition here? She's done nothing wrong.
I just I want Alara to assign someone to her.
- Just to be safe.
- Oh, my God, Kelly, no, no.
Listen, I will ask her about the personnel manifest.
Okay? But that's all I'm gonna do.
Excuse me.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
Commander, what can I do for you? This isn't really a "commander" request.
This is more of a "Kelly" request.
Okay.
What is it? I need you to check.
Captain Lavesque's quarters.
Check them for what? I don't know yet.
Okay.
That's a little awkward for me, regulation-wise.
I mean, I can't just go snooping around someone's quarters without a reason.
Unless you order me to.
No, it's not an order.
Here, look at this.
It's the personnel manifest for the Vega Consortium.
There's no Pria Lavesque.
Well, mining consortiums do keep crappy records.
Yeah, that's what Ed said.
I don't buy it.
And I'm guessing he doesn't know about your "Kelly" request? Look, can't you just come up with some bogus security reason for a search? I'm telling you, I have a bad feeling about her.
I can put it in my security log as a radiation check.
It's a little shaky if anyone takes a close look, but I'll do it If you promise me one thing.
- What's that? - That your concern is purely in the line of duty and it has nothing to do with the goo-goo eyes that the captain was making at Pria during drinks.
Okay, first of all, I didn't notice any goo-goo eyes.
And second of all, even if there were, I wouldn't give a damn.
This is 100% in the line of duty.
I'm a professional.
- [DOOR CHIMES.]
- Housekeeping.
[WHIRRING.]
You know, it would help me if I had some idea of what we were looking for.
Anything out of the ordinary.
Commander.
I might have something.
[WHIRRING.]
This is really strange.
The scan can't penetrate it.
Can't tell what's inside.
[DOOR IN HALLWAY WHOOSHES OPEN.]
PRIA: Oh.
- Hey.
- ALARA: Captain Lavesque.
Hi.
Uh, sorry for the intrusion.
We were just investigating a possible radiation leak.
Oh.
Everything okay? - It's fine.
- Great.
We just wanted to make sure that you didn't go to bed and wake up with a third eye or an extra kidney or something.
Oh, I've been exposed to so much radiation in the mines.
If I was gonna turn mutant, it would have happened by now.
Right.
Of course.
Well, I think we're all finished here.
Yes.
All set.
ALARA: Again, sorry for the intrusion.
You gotta be kidding me.
Ed, just hear me out on this.
You went into her quarters and did a search? This was my doing.
I ordered Alara to assist me.
I appreciate that, Commander.
But it's not true, Captain.
I falsified the entry permit.
You are the chief of security on a Union starship.
You don't go searching guest quarters - without reasonable cause.
- Yes, sir, but we both felt that And you are my first officer, all right? You're supposed to be setting an example, and here you are ransacking a room? - What, did you read her diary, too? - No, we couldn't find it.
But, Ed, we discovered an object.
Metallic, rectangular in shape Oh, my God, you found a rectangle.
Good Lord, well, should I sound the red alert now? Our scans couldn't penetrate it.
We had no idea what it was.
So it could be a belt buckle, for all you know.
I suppose it could be.
I'm putting a formal reprimand on your record.
Dismissed.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
Ed, can I be perfectly honest with you? [DOOR WHOOSHES CLOSED.]
I don't think you're being objective regarding Pria.
[SCOFFS.]
Wait, I'm sorry.
I'm not being objective? I'm not being I-I'm sorry, which one of us just went tossin' cells? How am I not being objective? I think you're letting her charisma cloud the fact that she may not be what she seems.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You were making goo-goo eyes at her all through drinks.
I was not making goo-goo eye By the way, even if I was, even if I was, what business is that of yours? We're not together anymore.
You can date whoever you want.
- So can I.
- And that's fine.
I'm not saying otherwise.
But if it affects your judgment as an officer, it is my job to point it out to you.
Hey, I'm not the one playing Nancy Drew here.
Okay? Look, let's let's do a sanity check, shall we? We rescued this woman.
Wha What do you think, she crashed her own ship just so she could come here and do free laundry? And by the way, by the way, yes, you know what, I find her attractive.
- So what? - My concern is completely unemotional, trust me.
You can bang that chick on your kitchen sink for all I care.
I don't ever do it near the food, you know that.
But as your XO, I am telling you, there is something wrong here.
[LOUD BANG.]
BORTUS [OVER COMM.]
: Captain, please report to the bridge.
ED: Report.
We don't know where the impacts are coming from.
There's nothing out there.
[LOUD BANG, ALARM BLARES.]
Well, there's got to be something out there.
We're getting pounded.
Captain, I believe we may have encountered a concentrated dark matter storm.
Is that a thing? They are extremely rare.
- How do we get out of it? - Captain, I can - I can help.
- What do you mean? We encountered a dark matter storm on a mining expedition to Pollux 5.
Adjust your weapons array to flood the area with neutralized axion particles.
ISAAC: A fascinating theory.
I do not believe anyone has ever attempted such a solution.
PRIA: Do it.
Trust me.
[BRIEF WHIRR.]
Gordon, get us out of here.
Oh, my God.
[LOUD CRASHING.]
Sir! The impacts have severely weakened our deflectors.
Structural damage is imminent.
ED: Gordon, what are our options? Captain, I've never even seen a dark matter storm, let alone flown through one.
I can do it.
What? I've done it before.
Just give me helm control.
KELLY: Ed.
Gordon? Might as well, Captain.
This is above my pay grade.
BORTUS: Deflectors are gone, sir.
One more hit could destroy the Orville.
Do it.
[ALARM SOUNDS.]
[CRASH.]
[EXHALING.]
Pound it.
[CHUCKLES.]
What's the damage? Communications arrays have been destroyed, but, otherwise, we are intact.
Are communications completely down? Affirmative.
Total blackout.
We'll have to make a stop at outpost 49 for repairs.
That's five days off course.
Well you know, there's a Consortium base only a day away from here.
I have some friends there, and I'm sure they'll be happy to refit your communications array.
Plus, you can drop me off, I'll be out of your hair.
It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me.
Well, you just saved our ship.
I think we're even, but That would save us a lot of time.
Great.
I'll give your navigator the coordinates.
You're letting her dictate our course now, too? If we needed any more proof that she can be trusted, we just got it.
I want to show you something.
[BIRDS SINGING.]
It's breathtaking.
What's the name of the planet again? Unuk Four.
Our environmental simulator doesn't really do it justice, but you get the idea.
Have you ever been there? No, it's off-limits because the people are nightmarish.
They capture outsiders and then sacrifice them to a raccoon god by methodically dismembering them.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
It's a stunning place, though.
Gorgeous place, yeah.
Yeah.
So, where'd you learn all those piloting tricks? I'm out there every day, flying by the seat of my pants.
People like me have to be creative.
Well, I like creative.
I, um I actually got out of a rough marriage not too long ago, so I I think maybe we should take this slow.
Or or that.
That works, too.
Hey, I'm sorry if I pushed you into something you weren't ready for.
No, no, it's that's good.
- PRIA: Really? - ED: Yeah.
I just figure it's always easier to talk in bed.
[SIGHS.]
You know, if we're being honest here, I should tell you you're actually the first person I've been with since my divorce.
Oh, wow.
That's no pressure for me there.
No, no, no, you were fine.
Uh, better than fine.
Really.
You were blue chip.
- "Blue chip"? - Yeah.
Your pillow talk's a little rusty, huh? It is, isn't it? Yeah.
Okay, it's been a while, sorry.
What happened with your marriage? If you don't want to talk about it, - it's okay.
- No, it's It's fine.
Um She cheated on me with a Retepsian.
You know what they are? They got the blue skin, - they got the scales - Oh the stuff that comes out of the forehead.
It's, like, a whole weird mess.
I'm sorry.
You must have been devastated.
I was.
[SIGHS.]
But I don't know, at the same time I knew it was coming.
I was working too much, and I didn't give us the time that we deserved.
Still, she could have just asked you for a divorce.
To be cheated on, man, that's There's nothing worse than that.
I haven't really trusted anyone since then.
Until now.
[CHIMING.]
Huh [DEVICE CONTINUES CHIMING.]
All right.
All right, I'm up, I'm up.
[CHIMING STOPS.]
[EXHALES.]
: Oh [THUD.]
[SCREAMING.]
How far are we from the Consortium base? About two hours.
Keep forward scanners at maximum.
- Kelly, what are you looking for? - I don't know.
Trouble.
GORDON: Isaac! [GASPS.]
What the hell? What happened to your leg? He amputated it while I was sleeping! - Ha ha.
Got you.
- What?! I have retaliated.
That is my practical joke.
This isn't a joke, you psychopath! You dismembered me! ISAAC: I am confused.
You said to be creative, and you said to do it when you least expected it.
I have adhered to both directives.
Isaac, did you anesthetize him in his sleep? Of course, Commander.
It would not do to have him awaken during the procedure.
Well, where the hell is it? If you are referring to your leg, I have hidden it.
Given its importance to you, it seemed the most humorous course of action.
Son of a bitch! I'll kill you! - ED: Oh, hey, hey, Gordon - I swear to God, I'm gonna unplug you! ED: It'll be easier just to have Dr.
Finn regenerate it.
- Alara, take him to sick bay.
- Come on.
- You're sick, dude.
- I mean it.
There is something really friggin' wrong with you! It seems I have much to learn about humor.
What did I do wrong? Well, Isaac, you can't just cut off STEVE [OVER COMM.]
: Captain, I think you and Commander Grayson had better come to engineering.
Chief, what's the matter? We found something strange in the navigational relays.
We're on our way.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
What is it, Chief? Yaphit was in the navigational conduits doing a maintenance check when he found this.
KELLY: That's the object Alara and I found in Pria's quarters.
[SIGHS.]
Can you, um Can you remove it? We tried.
It's in tight.
We'd have to blast it out, which could damage the main relay.
Mercer to Alara.
Meet us at Pria's quarters.
Hey.
What's going on? We found something in engineering.
We were hoping you could tell us what it is.
Well, I see the cat's out of the bag.
I think it's time for you to tell us who the hell you really are.
I'm from the 29th century, about 400 years in your future.
When your ship encountered that dark matter storm, you were all supposed to die.
You honestly expect us to believe you're a time traveler? It's the truth.
Oh, I almost forgot.
What the hell? Lamarr to Captain.
What is it? JOHN: Sir, I've lost helm control.
Something else is driving the ship.
Ooh, it's a handy little device.
[SIGHS.]
It's actually what piloted your ship - through that dark matter storm.
- KELLY: You're telling us you came back in time to save our lives? Why? I'm afraid it wasn't your lives I wanted to save.
It was your ship.
Wait, if you really are from the future, what possible use could the Orville be to you? I'm a dealer in artifacts.
Mint condition.
Mostly I sell to private collectors.
I, and others who do what I do, travel back to a specific time and place in which, say, a ship like yours was destroyed.
I prevent the destruction, then I take the ship into the future and I sell it to the highest bidder.
What about the crews of those ships? Well, they're free to live out their lives as they see fit in the 29th century.
Wait, we rescued you.
All of us were in danger.
Never never mind about that.
- What about the comet? - A set-up.
A quick and easy way to get you to trust me.
Look, none of us were ever in any real danger.
We can do things in my time that Well, you're gonna find out for yourself.
Then why didn't you take control of the ship right away? ALARA: You obviously had the power.
I'm a businesswoman, not a soldier.
I like comfort and company, and you've provided both.
I'm not just talking about the food.
How do you do it Travel through time? We found a stable wormhole in the 29th century.
Those of us who are in the business learned to manipulate it.
This wormhole That's where we're headed.
I'm sorry I had to knock out your communications array.
I couldn't have you chatting anyone up if you're supposed to be dead.
How many times have you done this? When we get to my century, I'll introduce you to Amelia Earhart.
Would the two of you give me a moment alone with Captain Lavesque? Should we take the leg? Yes, take the leg.
Get the And post a guard on these quarters.
Aye, sir.
A guard won't matter.
Was it all just a lie? Not all of it.
I did feel something for you.
[SCOFFS.]
You'll forgive me if I have a hard time believing that.
Ed, you were all going to die anyway.
Now you'll have a second chance to live in a future full of wonders you can't even imagine.
I'd still like to see where you and I could go.
I know where you can go.
Where? To hell.
You-you can go to hell.
Is that an expression? It is.
In my century.
I've never heard it.
Well, it's it's not good.
I do care about you.
Whether you believe me or not.
Kelly! Kelly, wait.
Hey, listen, I don't want to play the blame game here That's because you're the one to blame.
Look, we all made mistakes.
Nobody made mistakes but you.
Let's not do the "I told you so" thing.
- I told you so, numerous times.
- Okay, look.
Fine, you were right.
Okay? I'm sorry.
She was a bad seed.
And-And she caught me where I was vulnerable, and I'm just, I'm really, genuinely sorry.
Well, we're supposed to be dead anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.
Hell, by temporal law, we should probably commit suicide to keep the timeline intact.
Well, the timeline's already been changed, so slitting our wrists wouldn't be any more correct than the way things are now.
I'm glad we didn't die while I was mad at you.
Me, too.
I might have an idea.
[GUN POWERS UP.]
- Ah! Damn it.
- [GUN CLATTERS.]
All right, so that's not gonna work.
Could I make a suggestion? What is it? Old-style, antique diamond-tipped drill.
Was a graduation gift from my uncle.
No fancy energy beams, - just good ole brute force.
- Might work.
Could be too arcane for the device to register.
Do it.
Bingo.
All right, Isaac, it's all up to you.
[BEEPING, WHIRRING.]
I believe I have access to the internal circuitry.
It is quite sophisticated.
I have never encountered anything like - KELLY: Isaac! - ED: Isaac! [CRACKLING.]
[POWERING DOWN.]
There's no internal activity at all.
He's dead.
Is there anything you can do for him, Doc? Gordon, I'm a doctor.
My expertise is in biology.
This is more like fixing an engine.
STEVE: It's a lot more complicated than that, I'm afraid.
Let's recheck the database.
We don't know much about him, but maybe there's something we missed.
Hey, buddy.
I don't know if you're in there, or if you can hear me, but I know the last time I saw you I called you a son of a bitch.
I was just angry 'cause you took my leg.
But, when I really stopped to think about it, that was honest to God the best damn practical joke I've ever seen in my life.
I just I just wanted you to know that.
[COMM BEEPS.]
ED [OVER COMM.]
: Mercer to Malloy Malloy here.
I need you on the bridge.
Seriously? Captain, we're approaching the coordinates.
Reporting as ordered, sir.
- Gordon, take the helm.
- CLAIRE: Captain, his limb regeneration is incomplete.
- If I could just - I need him here.
Particularly with Isaac down.
If we have any chance of getting out this, - I need everyone at their station.
- JOHN: Captain? I think we've arrived.
What the hell? Sorry to barge in like this, it's just we're approaching the rendezvous point.
Captain, I can put her to sleep real quick, just say the word.
Hold up on that.
Well, it's good to know teleportation is in our future.
You can take a breath in New York and exhale it in Paris.
Pria, listen, give me back my ship.
We'll give you a shuttle, you can take it through the wormhole to your own time.
But there are 300 people on board the Orville who have lives in this century.
They have families here.
You still don't get it.
You all died.
If I were to let you go, I'd be the one altering the timeline.
GORDON: Captain, we're heading through.
What is that? Lavesque to Binzian ship.
I have the merchandise, as promised.
Poz shivik, Zars Lavesque.
Shto kavak lo? PRIA: Couple of scratches.
Nothing that would affect the value in any significant way.
Regardless, I'll be happy to negotiate the price.
Shtak fehvor zemik, dosh mook fillory vem.
PRIA: Of course.
Nobody's trying to stiff you here.
Pohzhy revost deck ferenos.
Ofor feclis eez meseem.
Always like to keep the customer happy.
No! What the hell are you? [PRIA GRUNTS.]
Helm control is back online.
Gordon, get us out of here.
[GRUNTING.]
Transfer all power to the sublight drive.
Sir, the alien ship is powering up some kind of a tractor beam.
John, modulate the deflector frequency as fast as you can.
Aye, sir.
PRIA: Nice sucker punch.
I'd expect that from a woman who cheats on her husband.
You told her? No.
No, I didn't tell her.
She she knows 'cause she's from the future.
But it's in the past.
I told her.
Alara, take her to the brig.
Come on.
[DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN.]
Isaac, you there? ISAAC [OVER COMM.]
: Yes, sir.
My algorithms were successfully transferred to the ship's computer before the energy burst.
I trust my physical body is still intact.
It's a little toasty, but it's all in one piece.
Nice touch with the Junior Mints.
I felt it prudent to alert you of my success in a fashion that would not appear obvious if Pria were to see it.
Captain, can I go finish my leg now? Yeah, go ahead.
Thank you.
Come on.
Well, I'll tell you one thing, never again will I make the mistake of not trusting my first officer.
I'm sorry.
- [DOOR CHIMES.]
- Come in.
Thanks, Alara.
You can go.
I'll be outside if there's any trouble.
We'll be fine.
[DOOR WHOOSHES CLOSED.]
Isaac tells me this is what you used to teleport.
Congratulations, you have technology from the future.
I suppose you're gonna crack it open and study it.
No.
Unlike you, we don't mess with the timeline.
Well, what happens now? You know what the most depressing part about this is? I allowed myself to care about you, and you used me.
And despite all of your claims that you still care about me, not once have you even said, "I'm sorry.
" It's a good rule in life never to apologize.
The right kind of people never want apologies, and the wrong kind take advantage of them.
Fair enough.
It doesn't have to end.
Just come with me.
If the Orville continues to exist, who knows how it will affect the timeline? The Orville was supposed to be destroyed in that dark matter storm.
You changed those events, not us.
And as far as how that affects your future time, I don't give a damn.
According to Isaac, as long as the wormhole exists, the quantum potentiality is open.
Many sets of future events are possible.
But, if we destroy it, we choose a path.
There's no chance of us returning to your future, and the Orville goes on to live its life.
Which means that Pria Lavesque will have no reason to come back into our past.
And you and I will never have met.
You'd still be that messed up guy who can't get over his ex-wife.
Is that what you really want? [COMM BEEPS.]
Mercer to bridge.
Fire.