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[Space Station Humming]

CALLISTA: I thought you were a shallow, brainless beauty queen.

LENA: Well, I thought you were a pretentious snob.

CALLISTA: I know.

God, I hated you back then, Lena.

LENA: I couldn't stand you, Cal.

[Laughing]

LENA: I guess 10 years changes everything, huh?

CALLISTA: Yeah, I mean look at you,

CFO of your own publishing business.

LENA: My mother's, you mean.

I'm the CEO in waiting.

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

CALLISTA: That sounds like her, she'll never stop.

LENA: I'd rather be flying around the solar system,

kicking bad guy butt,

and looking great doing it, I might add.

CALLISTA: Oh, 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?

LENA: Clean living.

[Spaceships Whooshing]

MARCUS: I can't believe you've never been to Syn City before.

PERCY: Shocking.

MARCUS: I love it here.

So much to do, and see.

PERCY: Let's be clear.

We're here to by antimatter stabilizer coils

from some black market creep named Plog,

that's it, that's all.

MARCUS: Don't you want to lay your head down a little bit,

have some fun?

I mean, we're never off the Tulip.

PERCY: I don't need to be off the Tulip to have fun, Marcus.

I have fun.

MARCUS: Oh really?

When?

PERCY: Whenever you're not around,

as a matter of fact.

[Whooshing]

LENA [O.C]: My own private tour, very exciting.

CALLISTA: Yeah, well, don't get too excited.

The Tulip is a hunk of junk,

but it's our hunk of junk.

ANNOUNCER: Lightning Five to Mars Orbital.

Leaving from dock five in 10 minutes.

CALLISTA: Can I help you?

QUINN: Sure.

Get out of the way.

Lena Bannon?

LENA: Yes?

QUINN: You're coming with me.

[Grunting and Yelling]

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: Come on!

[Yelling] QUINN: Get them!

Come on, get up, get up.

[Opening Theme Music]

RUDOLPHO: I've been looking at the books,

and to be honest, me 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.

TRAVIS: Rudolpho, what is your point?

RUDOLPHO: My point is we should be making more money,

and therefore-- [Alarms Blaring]

CALLISTA: Tulip, we've got trouble.

Get the hatch open, we're under fire.

QUINN: Stop, freeze! [Laser Guns Zapping]

[Grunting]

TRAVIS: Take the bridge.

[Laser Blasts]

QUINN: Getting away, come on!

Get the lock!

CALLISTA: Are you okay?

LENA: Yeah, I think so.

CALLISTA: Car, request emergency clearance from Clark Control.

TRAVIS: What's going on?

CALLISTA: I don't know, but somebody wants

my friend Lena here dead.

QUINN: All right, blast it.

[Laser Guns Zapping]

TRAVIS: Car, you got that clearance yet?

CARAVAGGIO: Affirmative. TRAVIS: Then take us out.

[Laser Guns Zapping]

QUINN: It's useless, let's go, get to the ship.

PERCY: Why is it so important to you?

MARCUS: Are you crazy?

Hyperspace is the gateway to everything,

time, the whole universe.

PERCY: I've been there, you don't want to go.

MARCUS: But why?

PERCY: Forget it.

We're wasting our time down here, anyway.

MARCUS: Well, we need the stabilizer coils

if we want to get to hyperspace,

and most of the crew wants hyperspace.

PERCY: 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 gonna do

about the negative energy problem?

MARCUS: I don't know, I lost you after assuming.

PERCY: Which one?

MARCUS: There was more than one?

PERCY: Are you not listening to me?

MARCUS: As a rule I try not to, Percy.

PERCY: Good to know.

We are so wasting our time down here.

MARCUS: Are we starting this conversation over?

[Sigh]

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

[Scoffing]

MARCUS: It's dark, smoky, and claustrophobic.

PERCY: I want to sit inside.

MARCUS: Well, be my guest.

[Humming]

[Whooshing]

TRAVIS: You have no idea who they were?

LENA: No.

TRAVIS: It's Lena, right? LENA: Yes.

TRAVIS: Well, who would want to hurt you?

LENA: No one I can think of.

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

LENA: Cal, I publish lifestyle holozines.

How to give your rumpus room

that Uranus feel on a budget.

TRAVIS: What's a Uranus feel?

LENA: How the hell should I know?

TRAVIS: Fair enough.

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

CARAVAGGIO: Acknowledged.

CALLISTA: So Lena, what do you want to do?

LENA: Well, I'd like to stay on board for a little bit,

until I figure out what's going on.

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

until we sort this out.

[Mysterious Music]

MARCUS: Okay, Caravaggio, thanks, Marcus out.

Tulip will be at high orbit till 2300.

PERCY: Good. PLOG: Sure, sure.

[Cackling]

MARCUS: Uh, there's a washroom inside.

PLOG: Stupid, you're stupid.

Stupid, stupid!

MARCUS: Hey, this guy a friend of yours?

[Cackling]

MARCUS: Oh, come on, what's wrong with you?

PERCY: Nothing.

I just want this guy to come.

MARCUS: Well, selling antimatter accessories on

the black market isn't exactly a clever thing to do.

All the dealers are paranoid.

PERCY: Whatever, he's late.

PLOG: Paranoid!

They're watching me,

I'm watching them,

and we're watching you.

Plog's the name.

Looking for antimatter stabilizers?

I bet I can get them, faster than thought!

PERCY: Great. MARCUS: Yeah.

[Spaceship Engine]

TRAVIS: Yeah, what do you want?

RUDOLPHO: Ah, nothing.

TRAVIS: Come on, what's on your mind?

RUDOLPHO: Oh,

oh, it's just that Lena.

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

TRAVIS: Yeah, I guess she is.

RUDOLPHO: So, um,

are we gonna help her?

TRAVIS: Thought we might.

RUDOLPHO: And how much is the very rich publisher paying us?

TRAVIS: She's an old friend of Callie's.

We, uh, help friends.

RUDOLPHO: You've got some strange ideas.

TRAVIS: Call me a radical.

RUDOLPHO: Or a sucker for a pretty face.

TRAVIS: That's the only reason I work with you.

RUDOLPHO: So we're working for nothing, again.

TRAVIS: Yep.

[Plog cackling]

PLOG: Lightspeed!

Hyperspace.

Antimatter 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?

PERCY: I don't know, do you have the stabilizers or not?

PLOG: Oh, yes, yes. [Plog Laughing]

[Parts Clattering]

PLOG: Ah, is this what you want?

MARCUS: Yeah.

PLOG: My lady.

Who are you?

MARCUS: Whoa, whoa, whoa,

calm down, man, take it easy.

Take it easy, we're friends of Rudolpho.

He set this thing up.

PLOG: Where is he, then?

You're cops!

MARCUS: Come on, man.

Do we look like cops?

[Plog Grunting] MARCUS: Do we look like cops?

[Thrilling Music]

QUINN: Come on, they're getting away!

Get the lock.

Blast it.

[Laser Zapping]

[Grunting] QUINN: It's useless, let's go.

Get to the ship.

TRAVIS: Clean that image up, Car.

CARAVAGGIO: Replaying.

TRAVIS: Okay,

crosscheck with known felons and ex-cops.

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

CARAVAGGIO: Searching.

LENA: Bounty hunters?

TRAVIS: Just a feeling, being thorough.

Listen, I'm hungry.

Can I get you guys anything from the galley?

Excuse me.

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

CALLISTA: What, Travis?

Oh, there's no deal.

LENA: Come on, you're not interested?

CALLISTA: No.

LENA: So, I wouldn't be moving in on your territory?

CALLISTA: No, because he's not my territory.

LENA: He's kind of intriguing.

CALLISTA: Really?

A bounty hunter.

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

LENA: Nothing I can't handle.

CALLISTA: Well, if you're so sure--

[Alarm Beeping] CARAVAGGIO: Excuse me.

I'm detecting a ship on an intersect course.

CALLISTA: Identify.

CARAVAGGIO: They're not running ID beacons.

TRAVIS: Give us a visual.

Hail them, Car.

CARAVAGGIO: They're not responding.

[Laser Beam Blasting]

TRAVIS: Countermeasures, what's the damage, Car?

CARAVAGGIO: Damage minimal.

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

Are you sure you don't know who they are?

LENA: No.

TRAVIS: So they're sending a message, let's send one back.

Callie, target their life support.

Let's make them uncomfortable.

[Laser Beams Blasting]

CALLISTA: They're hailing us.

TRAVIS: Thought they might.

Put them through.

QUINN: Montana,

my name's Quinn of the bounty ship Zubital,

under the direct authority of Mars Fed.

I've been commissioned to apprehend Lena Bannon,

wanted for the murder of Dr. Frederick Norman.

[Tense Music]

QUINN: Transutopian,

prepare to be boarded.

TRAVIS: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute.

QUINN: No, you'll hand over my prisoner now

or there's going to be trouble.

TRAVIS: There already is trouble, Quinn,

so why don't you be a good boy and sit tight

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

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

TRAVIS: Yeah, that was good of you.

Mind if I double check?

QUINN: You have one minute.

TRAVIS: Montana out.

LENA: This is crazy, I haven't killed anyone.

CALLISTA: So Mars Fed is mistaken.

LENA: Yes.

RUDOLPHO: About a murder charge?

Last time I checked, Mars Fed didn't make mistakes.

This one could pay us top money.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

She's our bounty and we have a right,

unless we're harboring fugitives now.

LENA: I don't know any Dr. Norman.

I mean, you don't believe this, do you?

CALLISTA: No, I don't want to.

RUDOLPHO: Well, there's a ringing endorsement.

CALLISTA: Excuse me?

TRAVIS: Let's find out what Mars Fed has, shall we?

TRAVIS: Car? CARAVAGGIO: Accessing.

From the Mars Federation case file:

DNA testing confirms that skin and hair evidence

found on the victim belongs to Miss Lena Bannon.

LENA: That's not possible!

CARAVAGGIO: 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.

LENA: None of this is real.

CARAVAGGIO: The bounty hunting vessel

is powering up weapons.

RUDOLPHO: Seems real enough to me.

TRAVIS: Impatient, isn't he?

Callie, what's our weapons status?

CALLISTA: Weapons good to go.

Quinn is hailing us.

TRAVIS: Put him through.

QUINN: Time's up.

TRAVIS: 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.

QUINN: Well, I resent that.

TRAVIS: Well, that's too bad.

QUINN: Are you daring me to attack you, Captain?

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

QUINN: Now you listen to me,

I demand that you hand over my prisoner.

TRAVIS: Lena stays here.

We're setting course for Mars as we speak.

CALLISTA: We are?

TRAVIS: If you set course for Mars, we are, yeah.

CALLISTA: Right.

LENA: Are you gonna hand me over when we get there?

TRAVIS: I don't know, to be honest.

QUINN: You're stealing my bounty, Montana.

TRAVIS: Quinn, if you don't shut up, I will.

Now, any objections, just fire away.

QUINN: 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.

TRAVIS: Transutopian out.

CALLISTA: New course laid in.

RUDOLPHO: Car, tell the kids we won't be home for supper.

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

RUDOLPHO: I thought she was your friend.

MARCUS: Yeah, understood, understood.

[Panting] MARCUS: Are you okay?

PERCY: Yeah, are you?

MARCUS: Yeah, fine.

PERCY: That didn't go well.

What time is it?

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

MARCUS: 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 them for days.

PERCY: They can't do that.

MARCUS: Well, they did.

PERCY: We're going to be here for days?

MARCUS: So relax.

So we hang out, we go to a casino, a club,

take in a show, find a sane antimatter dealer.

PERCY: Can we get a room?

MARCUS: Yeah, yeah, sure.

PERCY: Great.

TRAVIS: You're sure you never met Dr. Norman?

Party wise, a nightclub?

I mean, maybe he met you

but it just wasn't something memorable.

LENA: And his wife was watching?

TRAVIS: There's a reason she thinks he was having an affair.

LENA: But she didn't name me specifically.

TRAVIS: 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.

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

TRAVIS: What if they don't tell you?

LENA: I don't get involved with married men.

TRAVIS: What if they don't tell you?

LENA: I have pretty good married meter.

TRAVIS: You can tell just from looking?

LENA: Usually.

You, for instance, aren't married.

TRAVIS: How do you know?

LENA: Just instinct.

TRAVIS: And here I was just trying to figure out

if you were guilty of murder.

LENA: I know that.

What do you think?

TRAVIS: You didn't do it.

LENA: How do you know?

TRAVIS: Just instinct.

LENA: Then why was my DNA found on the body?

TRAVIS: Question for another day, here you go.

[Keypad Beeping]

LENA: Thanks.

[Door Sliding]

PERCY [O.C]: Good enough.

MARCUS: It is very cool.

But why are we in here

when the pleasures of Syn City are out there?

PERCY: We have a minibar,

we have porno hols, this is great.

MARCUS: Pornos?

PERCY: Isn't that what people do in their rooms?

Spinach beer?

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

PERCY: Sadly.

[Tense Music]

[Spaceships Whooshing]

LENA: Thanks.

Aren't you going to say anything?

CALLISTA: I don't know what to say, except that

I'd like to think that you could tell me the truth.

LENA: 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.

CALLISTA: No, you're quick to judge.

LENA: And you're not?

CALLISTA: I'm just,

think what you want to, Lena.

LENA: You think I'm guilty.

CALLISTA: I didn't say that.

LENA: Is this about Travis?

CALLISTA: Of course not.

LENA: Thanks for the towels.

CALLISTA: Sure.

[Door Sliding]

[Spaceships Humming]

[Soft Music]

TRAVIS: You lost?

LENA: Lost, no.

I was feeling a little claustrophobic in my quarters.

TRAVIS: Yeah, well,

it takes a little bit of getting used to.

Sometimes wish we'd never colonized Mars.

LENA: I'm glad we did.

It's my home.

TRAVIS: Never bothered you we had to ruin

the ancient civilization?

LENA: Why preserve the past?

The future is much more interesting.

TRAVIS: If you say so.

LENA: Travis Montana, antiquarian.

You are surprising.

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

[Soft Music]

LENA: That was nice.

TRAVIS: Yeah.

LENA: We shouldn't. TRAVIS: Probably not.

Listen.

We'll find out what really happened, okay?

Promise.

LENA: I believe you, Travis.

[Sighing]

CALLISTA: Car. [Computer Beeping]

Cross reference search:

Inner Beauty Publishing's various media,

look for any reference to a Dr. Frederick Norman.

CARAVAGGIO: Dr. Norman has been the subject

of the three articles.

[Scoffing]

CALLISTA: She swore she didn't know him.

CARAVAGGIO: That would seem unlikely.

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

MARCUS: Oh, hyperspace.

PERCY: It's not like it's some wonderful dream, you know?

MARCUS: I dreamt about monkey wrenches last night.

Model 230.

PERCY: 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.

MARCUS: Is that why you got so freaked out

about dealing with Plog?

He might have given us a chance

to getting us back to hyperspace.

PERCY: No.

Anyway, that's enough about Percy.

Tell me something about you.

[Scoffing] MARCUS: Something about me?

[Tense Music] [Spaceships Humming]

[Doorbell Chiming]

TRAVIS: Come in.

RUDOLPHO: Sorry to disappoint you, T,

but we need a heart-to-heart.

TRAVIS: Uh huh.

RUDOLPHO: I'll be blunt.

Lena has been lying to us.

TRAVIS: About what?

RUDOLPHO: About not knowing the victim.

Caravaggio has found three mentions

of Dr. Frederick Norman in her various publications.

TRAVIS: That doesn't mean she knows him.

She's a publisher, not a writer.

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

It's more likely she does know him than doesn't.

TRAVIS: Well, we can just ask her.

RUDOLPHO: We can, and she can just deny it.

TRAVIS: So we don't believe her?

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

TRAVIS: You know what, you're absolutely right.

I've been a complete fool

and I'm going to throw her in the brig.

RUDOLPHO: Was that sarcasm? CALLISTA: Yes.

RUDOLPHO: Well, hey, I wasn't sure.

So what do we do now?

CALLISTA: I'll talk to him.

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: You know we're right.

Has it even occurred to you

that you've lost your objectivity in this?

TRAVIS: Meaning?

CALLISTA: You know what I mean.

TRAVIS: Actually, I don't.

CALLISTA: Don't walk away from me.

TRAVIS: Okay, yes,

she's attractive,

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

CALLISTA: Oh, really?

TRAVIS: Are you sure I'm the one who's lost my objectivity here?

CALLISTA: No, no, no, no, don't turn this around on me.

This is about you.

TRAVIS: Is it?

CALLISTA: Fine.

MARCUS: I like ballroom dancing.

PERCY: Get out. MARCUS: 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.

PERCY: Another beer? MARCUS: Yeah, yeah.

PERCY: There is no more.

It's a Noah's ark of booze.

MARCUS: Huh?

Oh, right, two of everything.

PERCY: We can shower,

we can shower.

[Humming]

TRAVIS: We need to talk.

LENA: Come in, please.

I want to thank you for believing in me.

Everyone else seems to have deserted me,

even Callie.

TRAVIS: Yeah, well, I'll be honest, Lena,

Mars Police are building a pretty solid case against you.

LENA: What do you mean, how?

TRAVIS: There are witnesses who put you and Norman together.

LENA: Well, it's not true.

They're lying.

TRAVIS: Why, why would they lie?

LENA: I don't know, maybe I'm being framed.

TRAVIS: By who, and why exactly?

LENA: I don't know.

TRAVIS: It's not a good answer, Lena.

LENA: Now you don't believe me.

TRAVIS: I'm trying, I really am.

LENA: How can I convince you?

TRAVIS: Believe me, that's not the way.

LENA: I was not having an affair with Dr. Norman,

and I didn't kill him.

That's the truth, Travis.

MARCUS: Okay, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I got confused.

When you said you wanted to have a shower,

I thought you meant together.

PERCY: Why?

MARCUS: I don't know, Percy.

I thought that we were making a connection.

PERCY: So?

MARCUS: I thought you were coming on to me.

PERCY: Why?

MARCUS: 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.

PERCY: No, oh my god, no, they weren't.

MARCUS: No?

What the hell were they?

PERCY: Well, they weren't sexual signals.

MARCUS: Fine.

I'm going to have a shower.

PERCY: I can-- MARCUS: Alone.

CALLISTA: Car, locate Travis.

CARAVAGGIO: Travis is in Miss Bannon's quarters.

RUDOLPHO: Oh, she must have changed the locks.

When I tried, I couldn't get in.

[Cackling]

CARAVAGGIO: Would you like me to summon Travis?

CALLISTA: No.

No.

RUDOLPHO: No, Car, I think she wants you to strangle him.

CARAVAGGIO: Ah, humor.

CALLISTA: Poor attempt at it.

CARAVAGGIO: I'm downloading additional evidence

from Mars Federation Police.

CALLISTA: What is it?

CARAVAGGIO: Video evidence of

Miss Bannon and Dr. Norman together.

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: Let's see it.

RUDOLPHO: Lena, you are so busted, my girl.

CALLISTA: There's something you need to see.

TRAVIS: Now? CALLISTA: Yes.

You might be interested in this, too.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Don't know him, never met him.

CALLISTA: You'd better start talking, Lena,

because once we hand you over to Quinn,

there's nothing we can do for you.

LENA: That'd suit you just fine, wouldn't it?

CALLISTA: No, it wouldn't.

TRAVIS: Take her to the brig.

RUDOLPHO: This way, ma'am.

[Ethereal Music]

PERCY: Um, where are you planning on sleeping?

MARCUS: Right where I am.

PERCY: No, no, I'm sleeping on the bed,

you're sleeping on the floor.

MARCUS: Why do I have to hit the floor?

PERCY: 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.

MARCUS: Are you still pissed about that?

PERCY: I'm not pissed about it, it's just fair.

MARCUS: It's not fair, it's petty.

PERCY: It's not petty, just get out of the bed, Marcus.

MARCUS: I'm not moving.

PERCY: Get out of the bed, Marcus.

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

PERCY: You're really pissing me off.

Enjoy the floor.

MARCUS: Funny, huh.

Is that funny?

I'm having the bed.

PERCY: Get out-- MARCUS: I am having the bed!

Come on. [Percy shouting]

MARCUS: Oh yeah? [Percy grunting]

[Percy and Marcus panting]

PERCY: Very mature.

[Sighing]

CALLISTA: More plastics revealed.

[Tense Music]

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

I thought you believed me.

TRAVIS: And I thought you trusted me.

LENA: I'm not a murderer.

TRAVIS: Then what are you holding back?

Lena,

I can't help you if you don't help me.

CALLISTA: 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'd had plastic surgery.

The Mars elite value natural women above all else

because there are so few women left

who haven't had any work done.

Right, Lena?

The connection is that Dr. Frederick Norman

was a plastic surgeon.

PERCY: Well, at least I haven't thought about the Tulip

this whole time.

MARCUS: Well, that's nice.

PERCY: 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.

MARCUS: Well, you do seem a lot calmer.

[Spaceship Humming]

CARAVAGGIO: 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

RUDOLPHO: Nice work, Car.

Looks like I tossed up me oatmeal.

CARAVAGGIO: I have fine-tuned the image, Rudolpho.

Using stereoscopic image algorithms,

I have retrieved one segment of Miss Bannon's conversation

with Dr. Norman. TRAVIS: Off the reflection?

CARAVAGGIO: Correct.

Integrating voice sampling taken during Miss Bannon's stay

with us, I have approximated her voice.

Shall I run the program?

TRAVIS: Please.

RUDOLPHO: Saw this in a movie once.

LENA: You're not going to tell anyone you did the work,

are you, Frederick?

Because we'd be finished.

CARAVAGGIO: From here on, I can isolate only various syllables.

TRAVIS: I think we've seen enough, Car.

RUDOLPHO: Guilty.

[Tense Music]

MARCUS: So you were freaked out before.

You were freaked out being off the Tulip.

Agoraphobia,

a fear of open spaces.

PERCY: No, 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.

MARCUS: But then you're just weird.

PERCY: Really, that's not normal?

MARCUS: Percy, you will never be normal.

PERCY: Thanks.

[Spaceships Humming]

TRAVIS: You were willing to go to prison to keep this secret?

CALLISTA: You could have told us, Lena.

LENA: You said I look the same as I did 10 years ago.

Now you know why.

CALLISTA: The publisher of a magazine that outs plastics

is a plastic herself.

LENA: 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?

TRAVIS: You said "We",

at the restaurant with Dr. Norman,

you said "We'd be finished".

LENA: I was talking about us, Frederick and me.

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

LENA: And I don't, but--

TRAVIS: 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?

[Sighing] CALLISTA: Your mother.

[Lena Gasping]

LENA: 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.

CALLISTA: Why, Lena?

LENA: I had to protect her.

I planted the evidence to throw the police off track.

TRAVIS: And then you played the innocent.

[Sighing]

TRAVIS: Well, very, uh, inventive,

and very stupid.

LENA: I did it for my mother.

TRAVIS: Yeah, yeah, I know.

CARAVAGGIO: We are entering Mars outer orbit.

Mr. Quinn is hailing us,

as is a Detective Sangky of Mars Police.

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

[Tense Music]

[Spaceship Soaring]

[Laser Blasting]

CARAVAGGIO: Incoming fire.

TRAVIS: No kidding.

CALLISTA: It's Quinn, stay there.

TRAVIS: Car, ship-to-ship.

QUINN: As you can see, Montana, I don't trust you,

so hand over my prisoner immediately.

TRAVIS: She didn't do it, Quinn.

QUINN: I knew you'd try to squeeze me out.

TRAVIS: That's not what's happening.

QUINN: Fine.

CALLISTA: He's firing again.

TRAVIS: Countermeasures.

[Lasers Blasting]

TRAVIS: All right, enough of this.

Callie, target a piece of his ship he can barely do without

and hit him with a torpedo.

CALLISTA: Done.

[Explosion]

QUINN: You son of a [glitch] Montana!

TRAVIS: Oh, come now, is that any way

to talk to a fellow bounty hunter?

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

QUINN: No!

Don't shoot.

TRAVIS: Hold on.

I suggest you throw your ship into reverse

and leave me alone, Quinn.

I strongly suggest it, in fact.

QUINN: We'll meet again.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Car, give me that detective.

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

CARAVAGGIO: I will do so at once.

TRAVIS: You okay?

LENA: Yeah.

[Soft Music] [Marcus Chuckling]

MARCUS: But that does mean,

that you're a bounty hunter

who's afraid to go outside.

[Laughing]

PERCY: I'm going to give you three seconds

to take that back.

One.

Two.

Three.

Take it back, it's not funny!

TRAVIS: It's Quinn's bounty, Rudolpho, I made a promise.

RUDOLPHO: It wasn't exactly a promise, was it?

Besides, we're turning her in.

Mars Fed says the bounty is ours.

TRAVIS: Well, I don't want it, it's Quinn's.

[Rudolpho Stammering]

RUDOLPHO: And where's Quinn now, eh?

Last time I saw him,

he was being chased by one of our torpedoes.

TRAVIS: A deal's a deal, Rudolpho.

RUDOLPHO: Look, what you do with your share is your decision.

I'm in business!

TRAVIS: Whatever.

RUDOLPHO: Oh, the people you meet

when you haven't got your gun.

TRAVIS: Sure you don't want me to drop you off?

LENA: 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.

TRAVIS: Well, there will be a lawyer for you

when you get there.

He's, uh, the best, they say.

LENA: Well, we'll need the best.

CALLISTA: Hey, listen, we'll be following your case,

so if there's anything you need, just--

LENA: Thanks, Cal.

I'm so proud of you.

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

TRAVIS: Take care of yourself.

LENA: I will.

[Ethereal Music]

CALLISTA: Listen, I, um,

just want you to know that

I didn'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--

TRAVIS: Listen, Callie.

You don't have to explain yourself to me.

You were watching my back and

I appreciate that.

CALLISTA: Yeah, well,

your instincts are really amazing.

TRAVIS: Well, that's,

thanks.

Listen, I, uh,

I gotta to go and check on the--

CALLISTA: Yeah, right. TRAVIS: Yeah.

I'll see you later. CALLISTA: See you.

[Soft Music]

MAX: Rudolpho?

RUDOLPHO: Max, surprised to see me?

NARRATOR: On the next Starhunter.

MINA: How many times are you gonna read that damn diary?

MAX: Till I figure out where Nora McCallum has

stashed the necklace.

MARCUS: How do you plan to spend your millions?

RUDOLPHO: I was thinking some 30, 40 room affiar

in the Louis countryside.

MAX: You really don't need to point that weapon at me, Percy.

PERCY: I know, but I'm enjoying it.

TRAVIS: Car, evasive maneuvers.

[Crashing]

[Closing Theme Music]