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The truth must come out, Eccleston.

Then out it shall come.

Genetic manipulation is activated.

There's now only one irrevocable destiny.

How do you feel?

I feel

power

surging.

Good.

That's the time you have
to complete the mission.

Just under two hours.

I will not fail.

Lily.

We're at war.

ECCLESTON: Come on.

Come on.

(groans)

(creaking)

(dramatic music)

(guns fire)

(laser blasts)

MAN: Welcome to the
Edge Genome Conference.

Gravitational enhancement provided by--

You know, it was only when I did my PhD

that I became interested in genetics.

Fly, baby, fly.

I'm sorry, I'm sure you're
discussing something

very important, Professor Renfrew.

Excuse me, do I know you?

But I know you.

You've been conducting
advanced clinical research

on the more obscure groupings
of the human genome grid.

I read your paper of the subtle variances

of long muscle elasticity.

Brilliant.
(laughs)

Listen to me run on.

Do any of you know where the washroom is?

I think it's over there.

Oh, would you mind escorting me?

No, of course not.

Here.

I don't believe it.

The most brilliant geneticist
taking me to the lady's room.

He's not so damn brilliant.

Yeah, just damn lucky.

WOMAN: Please swipe credit
through slot to use lavatory.

God, who are you?

Mm.

You are so beautiful.

What are you doing?

The Divinity Cluster.

How do you know about
the Divinity Cluster?

Did mommy tell you about
the real nightmares

when she tucked you in?

RENFREW: No.

No.

You will never suppress
the Divinity Cluster!

(screams)

(alarm beeps)

CONTROL: Trans Utopian
adjust approach 065% azimuth.

The azimuth projection horizon is offline.

Just follow the targeting grid, okay?

You're doing fine.

Ease up on the forward vectors.

CONTROL: Trans Utopian,

you are deviating from
standard approach path.

That's Tulip to you, buddy.

Eyes on the prize, young lady.

Attention control, navigation
systems confirm lock.

CONTROL: Affirmative, Trans Utopian.

We read systems compatibility at 100%.

Affirmative.

I don't know.

You gotta learn this, just keep it steady.

Oh God, not now.

What, what did I do?

Below hellspawn.

What are you doing here, Montana?

Hey, Rudolpho.

I ordered you to the Olette Colony.

Couldn't make that run.

Drive train's offline,
we gotta make repairs.

I already told you all this.

You still haven't done your repairs?

You still owe me four years back rent.

It's four years to you,
it's three weeks to us.

We're on the high end of the light curve.

Relativity is a damn lousy excuse

for not paying your bills.

CARAVAGGIO: Captain, there's interference.

Don't pull the interference
crap on me again.

Not now, not when we
can talk in real time.

Montana!

CONTROL: Attention Trans Utopian,

final docking protocols
into dry dock 80-35

are not under our control.

Stand down all ship side
command instruction.

PERCY: About time.

Good job.

Oh.

(laughs)

(dramatic music)

Caravaggio.

If the captain's looking for
me, tell him I'm off ship.

Personal business.

CARAVAGGIO: Understood.

(dramatic music)

(punch thuds)

Look at you, ya Greek Jessie.

That the best ya got, Mac?

Come on ya big girl's blouse.

(screams)

Curse him that first cries enough.

Come on, McDuff.

Enough?

(laughs)

It's good to see you again, lad.

Been far too long.

Not long enough, you old prick.

(dramatic music)

DARIUS: I'm breaking protocol being here.

I just wanted to see you, that's all.

I was hoping to do it outside of all this.

DARIUS: Outside of all this?

I am all of this, Lucretia.

I just worry about you, that's all.

Being all alone.

It's irrelevant, worrying about me.

Since your mother's death--

Of course it's all irrelevant,
except for this mission.

I'm supposed to be a gatherer,

find evidence, of what I
haven't more that a clue.

How's my favorite goddaughter, Percy?

She's still the firecracker
her uncle never was?

All that and more.

There's greatness in her, mark my words.

You care for a dram of vintage mist?

99.

(coughs)

That's vintage antifreeze.

Right now, I'm sittin' in the lost cove.

If you need money, no problem.

You can ride crew with us.

I might have to take you up on that.

I lost my ship last
month to raider bastards.

An ambush at the Melodious Colony.

I'll talk to Rudolpho.

I'll cut you in for a part of my share.

What do you need the money for?

Gamblin' debts?

We live in strange and
wondrous times, Montana.

Rules barely exist, but

there are certain inevitabilities,

certain realities you
can't avoid, even you.

Hey, if you don't wanna
tell me, that's fine.

Don't tell me.

It's cancer, you wee pup.

You believe that, a brain tumor.

Inoperable.

You, Mac?

No.

We've conquered the solar system,

but we hear the C-word
and all start to quiver.

I see it in your face.

I see it in mine.

(laughs)

Isn't it wonderful?

Of all the civilized
worlds, you end up here.

Now.

LUCRETIA : I'm here by sheer, blind luck.

Destiny, Lucretia.

Destiny.

All this is about origins and destiny.

Do you have any jacks?

You know this really isn't fair.

Dante always makes me stay on board.

No sulking.

You know you have to
supervise the repairs.

That are not supposed
to start until tomorrow.

You are responsible

for the ongoing maintenance of the ship.

Besides, I like your company.

Do you have any 10s?

This sucks.

CARAVAGGIO: Come back, I
was about to fish you out.

Hey, what happened to you?

Oh, not much, just ran into an old friend.

Ran into an old friend, huh?

That must've been nice for you.

Yes it was.

I don't have any old friends.

Because, to have an old friend
you have to have a friend.

I'm not gonna make any friends,

because you never let me off the ship.

Oh, come on, Percy,
we're here for a refit.

If it has to do with the
Tulip, you're the best.

You know that.

So, can I get off the ship?

No.

Can I get off the ship?

No, I need you here, Percy.

Oh.

Okay.

Maybe I can get off the ship, though?

DANTE: Oh, come on, Percy.

Okay, thanks.

Percy, Percy, come on back here.

Humans have 100,986 genes.

For decades, we knew exactly

what each and every one of
them were responsible for.

But a startling discovery
was made three years ago.

When the last sequence of
genes were being decoded,

four new genes were detected.

Unique, unlike human genes at all.

We believe that the four genes

were implanted into our species.

An alien intelligence?

Some non-human species introduced

an alien genetic imprint into our own.

For what ultimate end, remains a mystery.

Perhaps we're being monitored.

Eccleston, our most brilliant geneticist

discovered the alien gene cluster.

He claimed he knew the true
purpose of the alien genes.

We need you to find him.

You do understand what needs to be done.

His holopic has been
posted at every spaceport.

He can't get off the moon.

Here, tracking device.

Adjusted to Eccleston's
specific genetic blood type.

The man's an academic,
he couldn't hurt a fly.

Easy money.

Is he dangerous?

Extremely erratic.

We need to control him.

You referred to this new
group of genes as a cluster.

That's right.

Eccleston named them the Divinity Cluster.

He joked that,

if we were able to unlock
the secret of the genes,

we'd become

Gods.

(laughter)

Ah-hah.

There stands the one accused.

PERCY: That's him, guilty as charged.

What's goin' on?

I hear you have this poor
lass under house arrest.

Bound and gagged at every turn

for no reason except to
feed your pathetic need

for blind obedience.

Hold on.

He's trying to keep me a child.

Not again, come on, Percy.

Mac said he'd take me out.

Actually, he said he'd
escort the fair Percy

about the fabled moon port.

Don't you have things to do?

Of course I do, my plate's always full.

But to escort my favorite goddaughter

to see the sights and sounds

would be a pleasure and an honor.

Don't you have things to do around here?

I already know exactly what to do,

I've taken care of everything.

I swear.

CARAVAGGIO: Captain.

On my way.

Alright go, fine.
Yay!

Be back by 1700.

Thank you!

You're the best.

She'll be fine, trust me.

I bet.

(dramatic music)

What are they offerin' for his capture?

100,000 credits, all free and clear.

What about Rudolpho?

This offer is exclusive to this crew

with the provision that
no questions are asked.

Rudolpho's our boss, but fine, screw him.

Where do we find this perp?

He's here on the moon.

Tryin' to get off.

What did he do?

I don't know, but the warrant is legal

and I've been assured he isn't dangerous.

And we do need the money.

(groans)

What about the operation?

Yes, the operation.

What dear sweet Lily
sacrificed herself for.

The solar system will know
of humanity's true destiny.

(groans)

Are you alright?

(gasps for air)

(moans)

VENDOR: One veggie hotdog for the lady.

Anything for you, McDuff?

Watchin' my figure.

VENDOR: Thanks, McDuff.

Excuse me.

Hey, McDuff.

Wow, you sure know a lot
of interesting people.

Always been blessed that way.

This is amazing.

A full human tapestry, with
all its warts and glory.

A rich, endless banquet, never boring.

Well, I have the most
boring life in the world,

because my uncle's a jerk.

Now, listen here, missy.

Your uncle has seen more pain and grief

than any man should endure.

Less you know.

I know.

He lost his wife and son

in the same raid that took your parents,

but he never left ya,
never gave ya up, did he?

No, you're right, I'm sorry.

Great speech, by the way.

(laughs)

I know he can seem thoughtless
and uncaring, but...

Oh, well.
(beeping)

The heavens are opening.
Oh yeah?

And you stay there.

What are we doing here?

We're havin' fun, easy money, lass.

Now stay there.

Gotcha.

You're a very popular man.

Wanted by the high and mighty.

Turn around.

Look, you don't understand.

You wouldn't believe how
often I've heard that.

Let's go.

He has no shoes on.

I don't care, I'm a bounty hunter.

Now stand back.

Neurogenetic probes making
their way to your spine.

Oh, ya clout.

Programmed to numb first
your hands, then arms,

legs, speech.

Are you okay?

I can't feel your hands.

Take me to your ship.

No way.

First reverse what you did here.

First the ship.

Our ship happens to be
in dry dock right now,

so we won't be going anywhere.

Oh, I'm not going far.

His legs are next.

Are you ready to carry him?

C-Man, access all files on Luc.

CARAVAGGIO: What exactly are you asking?

Don't question a direct order, Mr. C.

CARAVAGGIO: Understood,
understood, accessing.

Just what's always been here.

A screening military record, old news.

Somethin's not right here.

We doin' this perp, Luc?

Yeah, let's do it.

CARAVAGGIO: Percy has
returned with guests.

Guests?

Uninvited, I'm afraid.

She okay?

Affirmative, Captain.

What's goin' on, you alright?

I'm fine, McDuff's not.

I can't feel my legs.

He shot him in the neck.

What'd you shoot him with?

Unless you want his heart to stop,

I suggest we depart immediately.

Tock tick, tock tick.

Get him, come on, Mac.

All dead.

Good, he's on his way.

CARAVAGGIO: Tulip clear of docking berth.

Proceed to bay doors.

Hard to breathe.

Restoring control on drive A.

On my mark.

Vectoring rockets online.

Hold on, Mac.

CONTROL: Trans Utopian,

you're not authorized to decouple.

Stand down immediately.

Negative control,

we have a hostage
situation, we cannot comply.

Alright, we're through.

Tale care of McDuff.

First, set a course for--

No, we're not settin' any courses.

Caravaggio, maintain us on this curve.

CARAVAGGIO: Captain.

We should all have friends like you.

What are you doing?

Recalibrating the second
wave of neuro nanoprobes.

You do want me to help him, don't you?

Of course you do.

His sensations will
reemerge in reverse order.

And, by the way,

your tumor is gone.

I'd appreciate you charting a
course to where it all began.

CARAVAGGIO: Earth?

Home sweet home.

There is a tale to tell.

Do carry on.

What was that?

I don't know what just happened.

Where did he go?

Luc, why did you let him go?

I didn't let him go.

I don't know what's goin' on,
but you better pick him up.

I'm on it.

Mac, are you alright?

He said your tumor's gone, can that be?

Okay, what tumor?

You have a tumor?

It's nothin', it's just a
bloody magician's trick.

Why didn't you tell me you had a tumor?

I don't have to tell you everything.

You should tell me if you have a tumor.

(dramatic music)

We've locked onto his coordinates.

He won't escape.

The Orchard will have to choose

whether it's time to reveal everything

or continue the suppression.

The Orchard has already decided.

He's injected one of
the crew with something,

and I don't know what--

The crew member is of no consequence.

Eccleston's capture supersedes everything.

ECCLESTON: Just like you, Darius.

I locked that door.

You and The Orchard are willing
to sacrifice everything.

Yet you see nothing.

The blind leading the blind.

(electricity crackles)

You're coming with me
on the shuttle craft.

No, I'm not.

And we're nowhere near Earth's orbit.

Really?

Perhaps you should check that.

Caravaggio, current status on the curve?

CARAVAGGIO: In final
approach to Earth orbit.

But how can that be?

CARAVAGGIO: I'm not sure,
must be a system's failure.

Look, I'm...

God.

(dramatic music)

Caravaggio, where is he?

Unusual magnetic fluctuation readings

in the shuttle bay area.

Captain, what happened?

How the hell should I know, dammit?

Still too human.

(groans)

Why are they after you?

What did you do?

Why are you so dangerous to them?

ECCLESTON: I know a little secret.

What's that?

You know what it is already.

We've all known since
the day we were born,

we've just been unaware.

Do you always talk like a jerk?

(laughs)

I suppose I do.

I can assure you I pose no
threat to you or your crew.

CARAVAGGIO: Captain, we have a problem.

An Earth interceptor has targeted us.

Power surge, source unknown.

CARAVAGGIO: Shuttle bay doors opening,

shuttle B has deployed.

Shuttle deployed, how?

Why?

What the hell is going on here?

CARAVAGGIO: Luc is aboard.

Shuttle is descending
into Earth atmosphere.

We just left lunar orbit.

On screen.

Holy moly, we just did hyperspace travel.

Yeah.

MAN: Where have you come from?

Identify yourself.
How did I get here?

MAN: Unidentified craft, respond.

You have not received clearance.

Coordinates locked at 109.66 by 80.17.

How did you do that?

MAN: You have not received clearance.

I repeat, you have not received clearance.

Darius is in grave danger.

He refuses to see what is plain.

He's blind to what is obvious.

Why do you keep talking like that

and why exactly are they after you?

Caravaggio, do you have a lock
on the shuttle coordinates?

CARAVAGGIO: Affirmative.

It is heading to
coordinates 109.66 by 83.17.

New Los Angeles.

Is there another shuttle aboard?

Are you kidding, we can
barely keep this one going.

BLACK OMEGA: Prepare to deliver escapee.

This is Black Omega Interceptor 900.

Stand down immediately.

Wow, robotic Black Omega 900 Series.

The best.

This is Captain Dante Montana.

On whose authority are you--

BLACK OMEGA: Failure to comply immediately

will result in the use of lethal force.

He's firing!

(explosion thunders)

Caravaggio, arm the disabler.

Hold that.

Caravaggio, take us down to
the shuttle's coordinates.

The Tulip's not designed for
lower atmosphere maneuvering.

I know what the Tulip was designed for,

we have to save Luc.

Whoa.

(explosion thunders)

Oh, let me fire a contact torpedo at him.

Listen to her, Montana.

She's got more fire in
her belly than you have.

Stabilize our descent first.

Hold steady, Caravaggio.

CARAVAGGIO: Steady as she goes.

(explosions thunder)

CARAVAGGIO: Captain,
descenders stabilized.

Percy, fly the bird.

Yes.

About time.

(cannons fire)

Let loose the hounds of war! (laughs)

Unbelievable.

I've never seen it before.

It never recovered from the
killer earthquake of '56.

(dramatic music)

The situation

is completely under control.

No, the situation is
far from under control.

Eccleston clearly has allies.

I appeal to The Orchard
to use whatever means

at our disposal to eradicate him.

No.

Eccleston holds the key to our work.

He must be captured alive

and convinced that our way is
the best way to save humanity.

It seems some of us have mixed loyalties.

Don't worry, we'll protect your daughter.

MAN: Voting will commence now.

Why am I helping you?

I'm running out of time.

Please.

Eccleston is not to be taken alive.

We're here.

We have to hurry, they are on their way.

Of course they are,
they only think one way.

Faster, Caravaggio.

CARAVAGGIO: I'm sorry,

but this is as fast as
the ship can tolerate.

What are you people?

What is all this?

Why, evolution, my dear.

Care to join us?

No.

They're coming.

Buy me some time.

Computer, access broadcast code.

(speaks in foreign language)

Initiate transmission.

(beeping)

(explosion thunders)

Hello humanity.

There is a tale to tell.

A story that is in each
and every one of us.

That story is the Divinity Cluster.

Shut him down.

Get him off my screens.

CARAVAGGIO: He's somehow overridden

every security control.

I cannot stop his broadcast.

Great, now I have to
listen to his dribble?

How close are we?

CARAVAGGIO: Approaching
their landing sight.

Hurry.

This is your fault.

(dramatic music)

SOLDIER: Perimeter's secured.

WOMAN: Situation response
force, locate target.

SOLDIER: We've got the
transmitter, he's off the air.

(guns fire)

It is our birthright and
our ultimate destiny.

The Cluster was intended to free us,

to release us from the
chains of this existence.

But there are those

who would deny you what
is rightfully yours.

Resist them.

Never forget.

The Cluster is in all of us.

(guns fire)

Witness the power of the Divinity Cluster!

(gun fires)

(screams)

Are you alright?

Yeah, I think so.

What just happened?

I don't know.

Whoa.

(dramatic music)

WOMAN: You had Eccleston
and you let him go.

The Orchard will remember
your incompetence.

Kiss my haggis.

Well, well, Mac.

Look at you, playin' both sides, huh?

Takin' money from me and those bastards?

Like winnin' the lottery, huh?

Come on.

Just tryin' to make a few credits.

It's business.

Uh-huh.

Did you tell Percy?

Why?

She has a right to know.

Know what?

That her godfather is a liar and a cheat

and was ready to have his
fingers in both tills?

Ah, grow up.

Haven't you been listenin'
to me all these years?

You were placed with a bounty hunter

because of the nature of his work.

Now, we believe that
the alien intelligence

twice bumped human evolution.

We also believe that they left clues

as to the true intent
of the Divinity Cluster.

You're among a select few gatherers

who, because of your travels,

must seek and find that evidence.

I'm just not sure that
if I do find anything

it'll be good news for anybody.

DARIUS: Some secrets must be revealed.

Are you in danger?

DARIUS: I have enemies, but
I also have powerful allies.

So, we didn't get to talk much last time,

and, so, I was wondering if
maybe we could do dinner.

DARIUS: I know I have been cold.

Maybe it's my curse.

The Good Lord knows your
mother tried to change me.

Good luck on your mission, Lucretia.

So, no dinner.

CARAVAGGIO: Negative.

Scan the...

This part.
We did.

CARAVAGGIO: There is no sign of a tumor.

There is nothing wrong with him.

I could scan his liver if you'd like.

I'm sure we'd find
something interesting there.

Enough.

Doesn't do a man any good to
see inside himself like this.

Maybe you never had a tumor.

Maybe you never had a tumor.

Lassy, will you let it go?

Whatever happened, it's done.

So, you gonna stay with us or what?

Ah, Percy, that would be sweet.

But, I fear your uncle has
seen enough of my pretty face.

What?

You don't have a pretty face.

Montana, you can drop me off

at the moon if you'd be so kind.

Can do.

Unless you'll be watin' another thrashing?

Oh, well I assume you're
backing your puny threat

with your even punier fists.

Old dog, you will never learn.

I can take him.

I can take him.

Ah-hah, you fight?

Or are you dancin'?

Come on, you, dance with me.

Come on!

DANTE: They say the universe
is full of noise and chaos.

What I know is that my son was stolen,

that's all I care about.

To find Travis.

Only thing I want to know.

(dramatic music)