All language subtitles for Starhunter Redux S02E10 Skin Deep

I thought you were a
shallow, brainless beauty queen.

Well, I thought you were a pretentious
snob. I know. God, I hated you back then,

Lena. I couldn't stand you, Cal.

Well, I guess ten years changes
everything, huh? Yeah, I mean, look at you,

CFO of your own publishing business. My
mother's, you mean. I'm the CEO in waiting.

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

That sounds like her. She'll never stop.

I'd rather be flying around the
solar system kicking bad guy butt.

Looking great doing it, I might add.
Well, thank you, but it's overrated.

Speaking of looking
great, you haven't changed at

all since university. I
mean, how did you do that?

Clean living.

I can't believe you've
never been to Sin City before.

It's shocking.

Oh, I love it here.

So much to do. Let's see.

Let's be clear. We're here
to buy antimatter stabilizer

coils from some black market creep
named Plog. That's it. That's all.

Then you want to let your
hair down a little bit,

have some fun. I mean,
whenever off the tulip.

I don't need to be off the tulip
to have fun, Marcus. I have fun.

Oh, really?

When?

Whenever you're not around.

As a matter of fact.

My own private tour. Very exciting.

Well, don't get too excited. The tulip is
a hunk of junk. But it's our hunk of junk.

Flight 8-5 to Mars Orbital,
leaving from dock 5 in 10 minutes.

Can I help you?

Sure. Get out of the way.

Lena Bannon? Yes.

You're coming with me.

Come on.

Get up!

Come on, get up, get up!

I've been looking at the books, and
to be honest, my eyes glazed over.

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

The only thing I'm
interested in is that the final

figure is a large one. What is your point?

My point is we should
be making more money,

and therefore...
Taylor, we've got trouble.

Get the hatch open, we're under fire.

Stop! Freeze!

Are you okay? Yeah, I think so. Car,
request emergency clearance from Clark Control.

What's going on?

I don't know, but somebody
wants my friend Lena here dead.

All right, blast.

Scar, we got that clearance yet?
Affirmative. Then take us out.

It's useless. Let's go. Get to the ship.

Why is it so important
to you? Are you crazy?

Hyperspace is the gateway to everything.

Time, the whole universe.

I've been there. You
don't want to go. No, why?

Forget it. We're wasting our
time down here anyway. Well,

we need the stabilizer coils if
we want to get to hyperspace,

and the rest of the crew wants hyperspace.

Okay, assuming, assuming that
we can find this parts dealer,

and assuming that he has
anti-stabilizer coils,

and assuming that we can afford them,

and assuming that we can install
them without blowing ourselves up,

what are we going to do about
the negative energy problem?

I don't know. I lost you
after assuming. Which one?

There was more than one.

Are you not listening to me?

As a rule, I try not to, Percy.

Good to know.

We're so wasting our time down there.

Are we starting this conversation over?

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

It's dark, smoky and claustrophobic.

I want to sit inside.

Well, be my guest.

You have no idea who they were?

No.

It's Lena, right?

Yes.

Well, who'd want to hurt you?

No one I can think of.

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

Cal, I publish lifestyle holozines.

How to give your rumpus room
that Uranus feel on a budget.

What's a Uranus feel?

How the hell should I know?

Fair enough.

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

Acknowledged.

So, Lena, what do you want to do?

Well, I'd like to stay on board for a
little bit until I figure out what's going on.

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

Until we, uh, sort this out.

Okay, Caravaggio, thanks. Mark us out.

Tulip will be at Io
Orbital for 2300. Good.

Sure, sure.

Uh, there's a washroom inside.

You're stupid, stupid, stupid.

Hey, is this guy a friend of yours?

Come on, what's wrong with you? Nothing.

I just want this guy to come. Well,

selling antimatter
accessories on the black

market isn't exactly a clever thing to do.

All the dealers are paranoid.

Whatever, he's late.

Paranoid?

They're watching me.

I'm watching them, and we're watching you.

Plugs them in.

Looking for antimatter stabilisers.

I'm gonna go and get
them. Faster than thought.

Great.

Yeah, what do you want?

Ah, nothing.

Come on, what's on your mind?

Oh... Oh, it's just that Lena.

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

Yeah, I guess she is.

So, um, are we gonna help her?

Don't we, mate?

And how much is the very
rich publisher paying us?

She's an old friend of
Callie's. We, uh, help friends.

You've got some strange ideas.

Call me a radical. Or a
sucker for a pretty face.

That's the only reason I work with you.

So we're working for nothing again.

Lightspeed. Hyperspace.

Ha, ha, ha, ha. D-Mac or drive.

Thought.

Thought is hyperspace.

You think it, you're there.

But how can you be in two places at
once when you're really nowhere at all?

I don't know. Do you have
the stabilizers or not?

Ah, yes.

Ah, is this what you want?

My lady.

Why?

Calm down, man. Take
it easy, take it easy.

We're friends with Rodolfo.

He set this thing up.

Where is he, then?

Cops! Come on, man.

Do we look like cops?

Do we look like cops? Oh!

Clean that image up, cop.

Replaying.

Okay.

Cross-check with, uh,
known felons and ex-cops.

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

Bounty hunters?

Searching.

Just a feeling, being thorough.

Listen, um, I'm hungry. Can I get you
guys anything from the guy? Excuse me.

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

What?

Travis?

Oh, there's no deal. Come on,
you're not interested? No. So, uh,

I wouldn't be moving in on your territory?

No, because he's not my territory.

He's kind of intriguing.

Really.

A bounty hunter.

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

Nothing I can't handle.

Well, I'll be so sure.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm detecting a ship on intercept course.

Identify. They're not running IDV.

Give us a visual.

Hail and cut.

They're not responding.

Countermeasures. What's the
damage, Carl? Damage minimal.

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

Are you sure you don't
know who they are? No. So

they're sending a
message. Let's send one back.

Callie, target their life
support. Let's make them uncomfortable.

They're hailing us.

Well, they might.

Put them through it.

Montana, my name's Quinn
of the bounty ship Zubito.

Under the direct authority of Mars Fed,

I've been commissioned
to apprehend Lena Bannon,

wanted for the murder
of Dr. Frederick Nolman.

Transutopian, prepare to be boarded.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute. No!

You'll hand over my prisoner now,
or there's going to be trouble.

There already is trouble, Quentin.

Why don't you be a good
boy and sit tight till

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

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

Yeah, that was good of
you. Mind if I double-check?

You have one minute.

Montana out.

This is crazy. I haven't killed
anyone. So Miles Fett is mistaken. Yes.

About a murder charge.

Last time I checked, Miles
Fett didn't make mistakes.

This one could pay his top money.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

She's our bounty, and we have a right.
Unless we're harboring fugitives now.

I don't know any Dr. Nolman.

You don't believe this, do you? No.

I don't want to.

Ah, there's a ringing endorsement.

Excuse me?

Let's find out what MarsFed has, shall we?

Car?

Accessing. From the
Mars Federation case file.

DNA testing confirms
that skin and hair evidence

found on the victim
belongs to Miss Lena Bannon.

That's not possible! The file
also states that the victim's wife

believes that her husband
might have been having an affair,

but she did not know with whom.

None of this is real.

The bounty hunting vessel
is powering up weapons.

Seems real enough to
me. Impatient, isn't he?

Callie, what's her weapon status?

Weapon's good to go.

Quinn is hailing us.

Put him through.

Time's up.

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

And knowing bounty hunters as I do,

I'm a little concerned for her
personal safety aboard your ship.

Well, I resent that.

Well, that's too bad.

Are you daring me to attack you, Captain?

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

Now, you listen to me. I demand
that you hand over my prisoner.

Lena stays here. We're setting
course for Mars as we speak.

We are?

If you set course for Mars, we are here.

Right.

Are you going to hand me
over when we get there?

I don't know, to be honest.

You're stealing my bounty, Montana.

Quinn, if you don't shut up, I will.
Now, any objections, just fire away.

All right.

We'll follow you.

But...

If this is a trick, if you change course
one tenth of one degree, I'll be there.

Transutopia now.

New course laid in.

Carl, tell the kids we
won't be home for supper.

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

I thought she was your friend.

Yeah, yeah, understood, understood.

You okay?

How are you?

Yeah, fine.

That didn't go well.

What time is it?

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

No, no, we don't need to.

Caravaggio contacted me. They're on
the way to Mars, some prisoner transfer.

We're not going to see him for days.

They can't do that.

Well, they did.

You're going to be here for days?

So relax. So we hang out, we go to
a casino, a club, take in a show,

find a sane anti-matter dealer.

Can we get a room? Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Great. You're sure you
never met Dr. Norman?

Party once, a nightclub?

I mean, maybe he met you, but it
just wasn't something memorable.

And his wife was watching?

Well, there's a reason she
thinks he was having an affair.

But she didn't name me specifically.

Maybe she doesn't know your name.

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

up conversations with you out of the blue.

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

What if they don't tell you?

I don't get involved with married men.

What if they don't tell you?

I have a pretty good married meter.

You can tell just from looking?

Usually.

You, for instance, aren't married.

How do you know?

Just instinct.

And here I was just trying to
figure out if you were guilty of murder.

I know that.

What do you think?

You didn't do it.

How do you know?

Just instinct.

Then why was my DNA found on the body?

Question for another day. Here you go.

Good enough.

It is very cool.

But why are we in here when the
pleasures of Sin City are out there?

We have a minibar.

We have porno halls. It's great.

Pornos?

Isn't that what people do in their rooms?

Spinach beer?

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

Thanks.

Aren't you going to say anything?

I don't know what to say, except that I'd
like to think you could tell me the truth.

The truth is, I run Inner Beauty
Publishing with my mother. And the truth is,

I'm being accused of a
murder I had nothing to do with.

And the truth is, an old friend
of mine thinks I'm guilty. No,

you're quick to judge. And you're not?

I'm just...

Think what you want to, Lena.

You think I'm guilty? I didn't say that.

Is this about Travis?

Of course not.

Thanks for the towels.

Sure.

You lost?

Lost? No.

I, uh, was feeling a little
claustrophobic in my quarters.

Yeah, well, it, uh, takes a
little bit of getting used to.

Sometimes I wish we'd
never colonized Mars.

I'm glad we did.

It's my home.

Never bothered you we had to
ruin the ancient civilization?

Well, I preserved the past.

The future is much more interesting.

If you say so.

Travis Montana, antiquarian.

You are surprising.

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

That was nice.

Yeah.

We shouldn't.

Probably not.

Listen, we'll find out
what really happened, okay?

Promise?

I believe you, Travis.

Car.

Cross-reference search.

Inner Beauty Publishing's various media.

Look for any reference to
a Dr. Frederick Nulman.

Dr. Nulman has been the
subject of three articles.

She swore she didn't know him.

That would seem unlikely.

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

Hyperspace.

It's not like it's some
wonderful dream, you know.

I dreamt about monkey wenches last night.

Model 230.

That's nice, Marcus.

My point is that I wasn't just
sitting on the bridge the whole time.

There were other things happening.

Not good.

Is that why you got so freaked
out about dealing with Plob?

He might have given us a chance
of getting back to hyperspace.

No.

Anyway, that's enough about Percy.

Tell me something about you.

Something about me?

Come in.

Sorry to disappoint you, T,
but we need a heart-to-heart.

Uh-huh.

I'll be blunt.

Lena has been lying to us.

About what?

About not knowing the victim.

Caravaggio has found three
mentions of Dr Frederick Norman

in her various publications.

That doesn't mean she knows him.

She's a publisher, not a writer.

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

It's more likely she does know him
than doesn't. Well, we can just ask her.

We can.

And she can just deny it.
So we don't believe her.

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

You know what? You're absolutely right.

I've been a complete fool, and
I'm going to throw her in the brig.

Was that sarcasm?

Yes.

Right, I wasn't sure.

So what do we do now?

I'll talk to him.

You know we're right.

Has it even occurred to you that
you've lost your objectivity in this?

Meaning?

You know what I mean.

Actually, I don't.

Don't walk away from me.

Okay.

Yes, she's attractive.

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

Oh, really?

You sure I'm the one who's
lost my objectivity here?

Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't turn
this around on me. This is about you.

Is it?

Fine.

I like ballroom dancing.

Yeah. No, seriously.

There's that old ballroom
dancing channel, and...

I like to watch it.

I like the way they
move. I think it's graceful.

Are they here?

Yeah, yeah.

There is no more.

It's the Noah's Ark of Booth.

Huh?

All right.

Two of everything.

We can shower.

We can shower.

Come in, please. I want to
thank you for believing in me.

Everyone else seems to have deserted me.

Even Callie.

Yeah.

Well, I'll be honest, Lena.

Mars Police are building a
pretty solid case against you.

What do you mean?

How?

There are witnesses who
put you and Norman together.

Well, that's not true. They're lying.

Why?

Why would they lie?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm being framed.

By who and why exactly?

I don't know.

It's not a good answer, Lena.

Now you don't believe me.

I'm trying. I really am.

How can I convince you?

Believe me, that's not the way.

I was not having an
affair with Dr. Nalman.

And I didn't kill him.

That's the truth, Travis.

Okay, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry. I got confused.

When you said you wanted to have a
shower, I thought you meant together.

Why? I don't know, Percy.

I thought that we were
making a connection.

So?

I thought you were coming on to me.

Why?

You were the one who wanted to
get a room, fed me with drink,

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

Those are signals, Percy.

Sexual signals?

No, only God.

No, they weren't.

No?

What the hell were they? Well,
they weren't sexual signals.

Fine.

I'm going to have a shower.

I can... Alone.

Carr, locate Travis. Travis is
in Miss Bannon's quarters. Ah,

she must have turned to locks.
When I tried, I couldn't get in.

Would you like me to summon Travis? No.

No.

Now, Carr, I think she
wants you to strangle him.

Ah, humor.

Or attempt at it.

I'm downloading additional evidence
from Mars Federation Police. What is it?

Video evidence of Miss
Bannon and Dr. Norman together.

Let's see it.

Lena, you are so busted, my girl.

There's something you need to see. Now?

Yes.

You might be interested in this, too.

Don't know him?

Never met him?

You better start talking, Lena,
because once we hand you over to Quinn,

there's nothing we can do for you.

It'd suit you just fine, wouldn't it?

No, it wouldn't.

Take her to the brig.

This way, Mom.

Um, where are you planning on sleeping?

Right where I am.

No.

No, I'm sleeping on the bed.
You're sleeping on the floor.

Why do I have to hit the floor?

Because I'm the girl.

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

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

Are you still pissed about that? I'm
not pissed about it. It's just fair.

It's not fair.

It's petty.

It's not petty. Just get
out of the bed, Marcus.

I'm not moving.

Get out of the bed, Marcus.

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

You're really pissing me off.

Enjoy the floor.

Funny, yeah?

Is that funny?

I'm having the bed.

I am having the bed.

Come on.

Very mature.

More plastics revealed.

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

I thought you believed me.

And I thought you trusted me.

I'm not a murderer.

Then what are you holding back?

Lena.

I can't help you if you're gonna help me.

I think I could help here.

Does the word natural
mean anything to you?

It was one of your holozines.

It outed plastics.

People who had had plastic surgery.

The Mars elite value natural
women above all else because

there's so few women left
who haven't had any work done.

Right, Lena?

The connection is that Dr.
Frederick Nolman was a plastic surgeon.

Well, at least I haven't thought
about the tulip this whole time.

Oh, that's nice.

You don't get it. I
always think about the tulip.

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

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

Why, you do seem a lot calmer.

On Callie's instructions,

I searched for a way to determine
what was being said at this rendezvous.

Note the tableware to the right.

In particular, the ice
bucket lid. Nice work, Carr.

Looks like I tossed up me oatmeal. I
have fine-tuned the image, Rodolfo.

Using stereoscopic vision algorithms,

I have retrieved one segment
of Miss Bannon's conversation

with Dr. Norman. Of the reflection?

Correct. Integrating voice sampling
taken during Miss Bannon's stay with us,

I have approximated her voice.
Shall I run the program? Please.

I saw this in a movie once.

You're not going to tell anyone you
did the work, are you, Frederick?

Because we'd be finished.

From here on, I can
isolate only various syllables.

I think we've seen enough, Kerr.

Guilty.

Sir, you were freaked out before.

You were freaked out
of being off the tulip.

Agoraphobia.

A fear of open spaces.

I'm not afraid of the open spaces.

I'm afraid of the people in the open
spaces because they're psychos and idiots.

Running free, it's very unnerving to me.

Then... you're just weird.

Really? That's not normal?

I see.

You will never be normal.

Thanks.

You're willing to go to
prison to keep this secret?

You could have told us, Lena.

You said I looked the
same as I did ten years ago.

Now you know why.

The publisher of a magazine that
outs plastics is a plastic herself.

It would have been the
end of everything for me.

It's just the way the culture is now.

You have to be perfect.

Can you really blame
someone for committing murder

to save themselves from
being shamed and ruined?

You said weak.

At the restaurant with Dr.
Norman, you said we'd be finished.

I was talking about us, Frederick and me.

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

And I don't.

But... But which is it, Lena?

Come on, this isn't just about being
outed as a plastic. You're protecting someone.

Now, who is it?

Your mother.

It wasn't her fault.

She wanted to leave him,
and he couldn't take it.

He threatened to out me if she left.

It was too much for her.

She shot... She shot him for my sake.

She called me in a panic. I went down to
the office and planted my DNA on the body.

Why, Lena?

I had to pretend.

I planted the evidence to
throw the police off track.

And then you played the innocent.

Well, very inventive.

And very stupid.

I did it for my mother.

We are entering Mars' outer orbit.

Mr. Quinn is hailing us, as is a
Detective Sankey of Mars Police.

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

Incoming fire.

No kidding.

It's Quinn. Stay there.

Car, shift to ship.

As you can see, Montana, I don't trust
you. So hand over my prisoner immediately.

She didn't do it, Quinn.

I knew you'd try to squeeze me out.

That's not what's happening.

Fine.

He's firing again.

Count it, missus.

All right, enough of this. Callie,

target a piece of a ship you can barely
do without and hit it with a torpedo.

Done.

You son of a Montana!

Oh, come now, is that any way to
talk to a fellow bounty hunter?

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

I suggest you throw your ship into
reverse and leave me alone, Quinn.

I, uh, strongly suggest it, in fact.

We'll meet again.

Car, get me that detective.

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

I will do so at once.

Okay.

But that does mean that you're a
bounty hunter who's afraid to go outside.

I'm going to give you three
seconds to take that back.

One, two, three.

Take it back. Not funny.

It's Quinn's bounty,
Rodolfo. I made a promise.

It wasn't exactly a promise, was it?

Besides, we're turning her in. Mars
Fed says the bounty is ours. Well,

I don't want it. It's Quinn's.

And where's Quinn now, eh?

Last time I saw him, he was being chased
by one of our torpedoes. A deal's a deal,

Rodolfo. Look, what you do with your
share is your decision. I'm in business.

Whatever.

People you meet when
you haven't got your gun.

Sure we can't drop you off?

I'm fine with the police shuttle.

And you've done enough, both of you.

From here, it's up to me.

Up to my mother and me.

Well, there'll be a lawyer
for you when you get there.

He's the best, they say.

No, we'll need the best. Hey,
listen, we'll be following your case,

so if there's anything
you need, just thanks, Cal.

I'm so proud of you.

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

Take care of yourself.

I will.

Listen, I, um...

I just want you to
know that I don't have a

problem with you and
Lena. She's my friend.

But I had to go by the book on this
because the evidence was just... Listen,

you don't have to
explain yourself to me again.

You were watching my
back, and I appreciate that.

Yeah, well, um... Your
instincts are really amazing.

Well, that's, uh... Thanks.

Listen, I've got to go and
check on the... Yeah, right.

Yeah, well, see you later.

See you.

The dolphin? Max, surprised to
see me. On the next Star Hunter.

How many times are you
going to read that damn diary?

Until I figure out where Nora
McCullum has stashed the necklace.

How do you plan to spend your
billions? I was thinking a sort of 30,

40 room affair in the Lua countryside.

You really don't need to point
that weapon at me, you know, Percy.

I know, but I'm enjoying it.

Car, they said manoeuvres.