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[tense electronic music]

- Hello?

Hello out there.

- Eat your grub.

- What the hells that?

- Don't test me today, Bulger.

Just...

Not again.

- Just [mumbles]

[groaning]

- Like I said, eat your grub.

- Okay.

- Come on, open.

Car?

Lights.

- [Car] I'm sorry, this corridor is on conserve mode.

- So is every other corridor.

- Got to save some credits, sweetheart.

- Is that why there was no hot water

in my shower today?

- Ah no, that's because the thermostats

went off on Dixie.

Sorry.

- So am I.

[laughing]

what's up?

- Aside from the fact the ships falling apart

and we're heading for financial ruin, nothing.

- Yeah well, I know business isn't exactly booming

but all these power outages

make the ship feel like a dungeon.

- What's new?

- I got a holo-mail from an old friend today.

She's getting married to a guy I used to know.

- What?

- Makes you think about things.

- Huh?

- I mean don't you ever wonder what you're doing

with your life?

- What?

- I mean, is this for you?

Stuck on this lousy ship, barely scraping by and--

- [Car] We have a situation.

The prisoner, Bulger, has escaped.

- What?

Where is he?

- [Car] Heading down to the shuttle bay.

- Lock the shuttle bay doors.

- [Car] I would advise caution.

Bulger has acquired a weapon. - I need you head

to the off station

and remember, we need him alive

or we don't get paid.

Carter, [mumbles] never mind.

- What's going on?

- I didn't touch him.

[grunting]

[mumbling]

[shouting]

- Don't move!

Having fun?

- Hey, baby.

Thanks for the key.

- Key?

- Thought I might myself some decent breakfast.

[laser fire]

- I got this.

- Alright.

- Just can't have enough of me, can you baby?

You know the first time you touched me,

that first time.

[electricity crackling]

[screaming]

- [Car] Attention, main power failing.

- That's not good.

- [Car] Power failing.

- Cosmic [mumbles].

- Power failing.

- Got a problem up here.

- He's alive but barely.

We need a med kit.

- Scanners down.

We got now help from Trol.

The particle beams offline.

- You say the computers down?

- Oh and did I mention the bloody great big asteroid

that's coming right at us?

[dramatic music]

[eerie low music]

[tense dramatic music]

[tense eerie music]

Come on, come on.

This is not the way I wanted to die.

I would of preferred it in the arms

of a great big busty blonde.

[explosion]

- I'm glad Seattle could of be of service

to the TransUtopian.

Captain Christopher Judson.

Fugative Containment Systems.

[tense music]

- Seems we owe you one, Captain.

- We containment engineers have to stick together.

- You're a bounty hunter?

- We are colleagues, Captain Montana.

- Doesn't he mean competitors?

- Hardly competitor.

- Oh, how so?

- Oh we're well aware of the many

extraordinary achievements of the TransUtopian

but lets say we prefer a more orthodox methodology

at Fugative Containment Systems.

We have a five year development plan

and generous corporate backing.

First and foremost, we see bounty hunting as a business.

- Well that's nice, captain,

I'm sure you're happy doing things your way.

Rest assured, we're managing just fine.

- With all due respect, captain,

it seems your way has lead to a few problems.

- We had a situation, yes.

- We always have a situation.

- But its under control now, so uh.

- Travis, we're losing Bulger

and Marcus doesn't know what he's doing.

- Yeah maybe cause I'm not a doctor.

Come on.

- We're on our way.

- With your permission, captain,

I could send over a real doctor.

- I'd appreciate that.

Out.

Do you have to make things any worse?

- Oh that's right, I forgot.

We're managing just fine.

You know the way you're acting,

you think I'd just given him the pass key.

- Yeah well I get a little bit annoyed

when people accuse me of running a sloppy operation.

- I didn't say that.

Its just what you said this morning.

- Fine, just tell me this,

I'm not Captain Judson.

Ah, speak of the devil.

- I think your crewmen will survive, Captain.

- Actually, he's a prisoner.

- I see.

- Apparently, it was my fault.

- You must be Callista Larkadia.

- Yes, Callie.

- I'm glad to meet you, Callie.

Well, with your computer down,

we should probably transfer the patient

over to the Seattle for observation.

Don't worry, I have no intention

of stealing your bounty.

- That never crossed my mind.

- Prisoner will be returned to you

with our compliments as soon as his condition improves.

- Splendid.

- In the meantime, Captain Montana,

I'd love to see your operation.

- I don't think that's such a good idea--

- I'd love to show you the ship, Captain Judson.

- Enjoy your tour, captain.

- Follow me.

- You might want your key.

- Thank you, so useful.

- Anytime.

[tense music]

[uplifting classical music]

[laughing]

- Hey, how you doing?

Oh nice uniform.

- And you are?

- Rudolpho deLuna.

I spoke earlier.

- Oh yes.

And you do?

- Whatever needs doing.

- I take you do have a command structure on your ship?

- Oh from time to time.

We make it a rule to mix and match.

You know, versatility is a necessity

with a crew this size.

- Yeah and a ship this unreliable.

- Well, we don't have your generous corporate backers,

of course.

[phone rings]

- Excuse me.

Judson.

- [Phone] Sir, I've arranged a meeting

with the section chiefs, as you requested.

We just need verification...

- Would it make you happier if we got spiffy uniforms?

- [Judson] Very good, Jeffers.

Judson out.

- You seem to have missed the point, Travis.

- Well duty calls.

I don't like to be away from the bridge

for any longer than necessary.

- Just long enough to size up the opposition, huh?

- If you feel that way, Captain,

why don't you come aboard the Seattle

and see how we run things?

Perhaps we could exchange ideas?

- Thank you, no.

As much as I appreciate your help,

we got repairs--

- I'd love to see your ship, captain.

That is if Captain Montana can spare me.

- Of course.

We'll muddle through somehow.

- Shall we?

Captain.

- Captain.

Who the hell are these FCS guys anyway?

- I don't know but she certainly seems taken

by the dashing captain courageous.

Hasn't she?

- Captain on the bridge.

- So here we are.

- Wow.

This really takes me back.

- Let me guess, Mars special ops.

- You do your homework.

- So how do you from special ops

to the TransUtopian?

- Sometimes I wonder about that, too.

- My ready room.

Follow me.

- I checked out those FCS guys.

They're legit.

- Yeah well there's more to this job

than pretty uniforms.

- But with the backing that they've got,

they could put us out of business.

- According to Callie, they're half way there already.

- You agree to that?

- Please, men like Judson are too busy

polishing their buttons.

- Probably shining buttons now.

- I was impressed with your ships antimatter drive.

Though I doubt that Captain Montana

has the funds, at present,

to take advantage of it.

- Yeah well we haven't got the funds at present

to do much of anything.

Its an impressive operation, captain.

- Please Christopher.

Thank you.

So, special ops?

- Yeah, five years.

Two rebellions in the Nebulous campaign.

- Wow, now I'm really impressed.

- You want to impress me with your background?

- Jupiter Fed, enforcement division,

rooting out the bad cops.

- Its a tough job.

And thankless.

I got drummed out of the special ops doing the same thing.

- Then we speak the same language, Callie.

- Maybe.

- What I wouldn't give to replace

these MG conductors.

- They work okay.

- They're as temperamental as you.

- Well Caravaggio never complains.

- Yeah?

About you or the conductors?

- Uh huh.

It will be a rough ride for a couple of days

while he gets the stabilizers realigned

and then we're gonna be fine.

- Yeah?

You can definitely get him back online?

- I can fix him better than you fixed Bulger.

- You know, we got to face it, though.

Callie's got a point about the Tulip.

- Callie is just having a bad day.

- Yeah well, we're all having a bad day.

- We're finding there are so few people

with the right expertise.

- Well, good help is hard to find.

- Exactly and people with your credentials

could do very well in the organization.

- I already have a job.

- I doubt the fringe benefits

match up to what we could offer you.

- Fringe benefits?

- Medical and dental,

six weeks paid vacation.

Child care. - Hey, look.

There are times when I would just settle for a salary.

- You should think about it, Callie.

[tense music]

- You were awhile.

I nearly sent over your luggage.

- Miss me then?

- So how's Captain Chris?

- Polite, attentive, open, insured,

a perfect gentlemen.

- Cure his lip, please.

So what's it like?

- What, being treated properly?

Alright, the Seattle's based on a Mars Fed destroyer.

Armaments mostly defensive,

lightness equals speed.

Several two and four men retrieval teams

on permanent standby.

Very well thought out.

Not to mention efficient.

- Well they should be with their corporate backing.

They are trying to put us out of business, you know.

- Survival of the fittest.

[low tense music]

- Our luck's changing.

- About bloody time.

- Just received a general tender bounty call.

Maxim Vendal, Impetus based hitman,

just escaped from Ganymede.

Intelligence reports there's gonna

be a high profile assassination attempt soon.

Jupiter Fed's put up a 200,000 bounty

for preemptive arrest.

- 200,000.

- Goes a long way to solving our problems.

[buzzing]

- Enter.

- Sir, further typing intel on Vendal.

The bad news is there's no image data.

- So we don't know what he looks like?

- No, sir.

He destroyed all the current visual files

just before he escaped Ganymede.

But we do know where he's heading.

Should we prepare to get under way?

- Not yet, Jeffers.

We don't want to make our new friends suspicious,

though I would never refuse a fellow space farer

help in time of need.

I'll be damned if I help a competitor

beat us to the punch.

- Sir, what should we do with the prisoner, sir?

- Well if the TransUtopian is managed

to reboot its onboard computer,

he can be transferred back to their infirmary.

- Sir, I'll check on the progress.

- Computer, display all FCS procedural manuals

on preemptive apprehensions.

- [Computer] Accessing.

[low tense music]

- Anything happening over there?

- I can't tell.

They've switched to shielded typing communication.

- Well there's a surprise.

- Hey, we'd use it.

If we had it.

- What do we know about this Maxim Vendal?

- He's very good, very expensive.

Only does the big jobs.

He was in Ganymede maximum for taking

out Jupiter Fed's number two security guard.

- And he escaped Ganymede maximum.

He's more than very good.

- Got a picture?

- No.

All mysteriously deleted.

Told you he was good.

- Look, if we can figure out who is target is,

we'll find him.

- Might help if we had a ship

that could actually go somewhere.

- Hello?

Seattle's hailing us.

- Put them through.

- [Judson] Captain Montana, what's the status

of your repairs?

- Ongoing.

- Our medical staff tells us that your prisoner

is healthy enough to be returned to you.

Are you able to monitor his condition now?

- I think so.

- Well if you're sure you'll be able to manage

without us,

we should really be on our way.

- We'll do our best.

- Have a safe trip, Captain Montana.

Goodbye, Callie.

I enjoyed our little chat.

- Put the feelers out, Rudolpho,

let's see who's going where.

I need a drink.

[low tense music]

- Okay, Callie,

what's wrong with you, eh?

You not getting any?

- Excuse me.

- Oh be blunt.

- Yeah why change the habit of a lifetime?

- You need to get yourself sorted out.

- Its this ship that has the problems.

You tell him, not me.

- Like I said.

Not getting any.

- The last reliable sighting

we had of Vendal was from Ring Shepard.

- Keep monitoring all surveillance nets

and refine all ID mentions

all the way down to DNA if you have to.

We have the technology, let's us it.

- Yes, sir.

- Jeffers?

- Sir?

- What do we think about Ms. Larkadia?

- She's Mars Special Ops, sir.

She's experienced, could take orders.

Goes by the book.

- Callista Larkadia.

She could be a great asset to the FCS operation.

- Sir?

- And not to mention, pretty much destroy

our most serious competition.

- Yes, sir.

[tense dramatic music]

- [Car] There is a holo transmission coming in for you.

- Really, who is it?

- [Car] Captain Judson.

Do you wish privacy mode?

- Yes, just give me a minute, Car.

Okay, patch him through.

Hello, Captain.

- I thought perhaps you wouldn't take my call.

- Why would that be?

- Loyalty.

- Yeah, well that is a tough one.

- No hoses, Callie.

Sometimes loyalty has to give way to survival.

- Uh huh.

- I'm offering you a commission with FCS.

I know you need time to consider my offer

but I'd also ask you to consider this,

FCS represents the future of bounty hunting.

Your crew represents the past.

Survival shouldn't mean fading out

with misfits and oddballs.

- Could be I'm one, too.

- Only you could answer that.

- You're right.

- Callie, you've got unlimited potential

but you're wasting it there.

- I'll need some time to consider your offer.

- Its all I ask.

- [Car] I have the itineraries

for 73 political and security figures

over the next seven days.

- Display please, thank you.

Its gonna be impossible to track all these names.

- I bet those FCS guys could track em.

- Yeah but they haven't even looked at this list.

The want to know where he's been,

not where he'll be.

- Can't help to know where he has been.

- True.

Can you trace Judson's transmission to Callie?

- Already done.

Ring Shepard.

- Ring Shepard?

Better plot a course there.

Tell me we're good to go.

- Well we are now.

- Thank you.

Rudy, full speed.

- Cheers, bub.

- So uh.

What are we gonna do about Callie?

- I don't know.

Sure it will pass sooner or later.

- Yeah, sure.

[soft instrumental music]

- You bugged my transmission?

- We didn't bug it, Callie, we traced it.

I have no interest in what you two talked about,

we just want to know where Judson is.

- What's the matter, you can't get your own intel now?

- So what do you think we should do,

just give up the search for Vendal?

- I might as well be hitting my head

against a brick wall today.

- Sadly, we don't have a brick wall.

- You know what?

One day you're gonna say something useful.

- Excuse me?

- Please, guys.

- If you this Judson fella's so great,

why don't you go and ask him for a job?

- I don't have to.

He already offered me one.

- I don't have to, he's already...

What?

- Callie.

Callie.

Callie.

Rudolpho was joking, for heaven's sake.

Come on, you lost your sense of humor?

- No, I'm just sick and tired

of being the only sane voice on this ship.

When we reach Ring Shepard, I'm gone.

- You're gonna join Slick Willy and his crew?

- Why not?

Beats wasting my time around here.

- Would it make a difference

if I ask you to stay?

- A day late and a dollar short, Travis.

[tense classical music]

- [Man] Radio trans [mumbles].

- Thank you. - Ring Shepard out.

- She isn't here.

- The Seattle's not here?

- Shepard Control says she never was here.

Judson bounced his signal

off Shepard's array while he was heading

in the opposite direction.

- Where to?

- Jupiter, Clarke Station.

- You sure?

- Absolutely.

- Sir, bouncing your transmission was a superb tactic.

- Well let's hope Callie forgives me for it.

Is Vendal still on Clarke?

- Sir, we've tapped into their surveillance net.

The whole stations covered.

- Waiting to acquire the target.

- I think so, sir.

- [Man] Monitoring systems, check please.

- [Woman] Scanner should be on.

- [Car] Seattle will dock at Clarke Station

in two hours.

- How long till we're there?

- [Car] 22 hours, 36 minutes.

- Thanks, Car.

- You still at it?

[yawns]

- Still trying to figure why Judson's heading to Clarke.

- You said it yourself.

He's reactive.

He's there because Vendal either is or was there.

- Yeah but these manifest indicate

there's no one of interest either on Clarke

or en route to it.

- Well maybe he's target's not of interest?

- Yeah maybe its personal.

Can we dig into Vendal's background,

see if we can cross reference it

to people coming in and out of Clarke?

- Okay.

- [Woman] Captain, Clarke station has indicated

the TransUtopian is 19 hours behind.

- Still working on the power conduits?

- Yeah, well someone's got to keep an eye on Percy.

You know, she does some weird things

with the wiring down there.

- Just I need to be indispensable.

- So, Callie still set on leaving us?

- We'll pick up a replacement on Clarke.

- We'll never replace Callie and you know it.

- Oh I do, do I?

- You should of seen your face

when she told about Judson's offer.

- What you think I'm jealous?

- Well aren't you?

- We're not even on speaking terms.

- Look, Travis.

Everyone wants to feel needed now and again,

even Callie.

I bet if you talked to her,

if you asked her to stay then she would.

- I already did.

She said no.

[low tense music]

- Sir, hotel records confirm four guests

with matches on age, height, and weight

checking in in the last 48 hours.

E-surveillance initiated outside all four rooms

but the most interesting one for us

seems to be the man in 1605.

- Heres your order, sir.

[laser blast] [man shouts]

- Sir, surveillance reports say

a bellboy just went into 1605.

[low tense music]

[tense dramatic music]

[phone rings]

- [Travis] Callie?

- Yeah?

- It's Travis.

So, you're uh.

Really gonna go through with this, are you?

It doesn't feel right, Callie.

- Yeah well, it feels right to me.

- Look me in the eye and tell me

joining the corporate world

and becoming another cog in the machine feels right.

- At least the machine works.

- Oh and to hell with the rest of us, is that it?

- You really don't get it, do you, Travis?

- What do you want from me?

Haven't I always been there for you?

- As a partner, yes.

So long, Travis.

Caravaggio, get me the Seattle.

- [Car] Yes, Callie.

- [Woman] Captain...

- You made the right choice, Callie.

- We'll see.

- This is where you belong.

Welcome to the future of bounty hunting.

My steward here will make

all the necessary arrangements

to help you make a smooth transition

to our staff.

- Welcome aboard, Ms. Larkadia.

- Thank you.

- Thank you for your hospitality.

Thank you.

- Thank you for flying the TransUtopian.

- May 100,000 camel flies infest your armpits

and where's the pretty one?

Where's the one that will electrocute me?

She, I'm gonna miss her.

[shouting]

- Yeah well, I am gonna miss her.

- Yeah, I guess we all will.

- Any luck with the cross reference?

- Car's still searching.

- Whatever you know should head over to Clarke.

Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky.

- Yeah, that's likely.

- Any better ideas?

You guys watch the house.

If Seattle moves, I want to know.

Marcus, shall we?

- So bring me up to date on Vendal.

- The bell boy gave us a pretty good match.

We believe he is the man in 1605.

- What do you know about Vendal?

- I read the fact sheet on him.

- Well we all know the fact sheets

don't tell the whole story.

The word is that his kill zone

is never in a confined space.

I mean, that's why he's still out there.

Always multiple escape routes.

- With all due respect,

the word on the street is not fact.

Now we like to deal with the facts

and they say that Vendal's the man in 1605.

Now its our job to go in there and take him.

- Look, if Vendal was in that room,

he's not in there now.

It just doesn't fit his MO.

- Its your call, Jeffers.

- MO's based on hearsay.

We're good to go, sir.

- I'm telling you, this is not the right move.

- Where would we be if I allowed

a new FCS employee to overrule

an established officer of the company?

- This isn't about command structure, captain.

Its about getting the right man

before someone gets killed.

- Don't worry, you'll get your chance to shine.

[dramatic music]

- You two, in the bathroom.

Larkadia, in the hallway, watch our backs.

- Somethings not--

- I said go!

[tense music]

- [Man] Mr. Jeffers?

Sir?

[shouting]

Mr. Jeffers.

- Larkadia to Judson.

- Judson.

- [Callie] Jeffers and his team have been terminated.

I repeat, Jeffers and his team have been terminated.

- How?

- It was a set up.

Vendal probably killed the bell boy

in order to impersonate him

and lured us into a trap.

- Why?

- I have no idea.

- Well so what's our next move?

- Are you sure you want my opinion?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Then forget where he's been.

We need to figure out where he's going

and who his target is.

- Alright, look.

I need you to hang tight down there.

I'm gonna have a ton of paperwork

to file on this so,

if you let me get it started,

I'll be down there soon.

- Paperwork?

- I'll be down there soon.

Judson out.

[soft upbeat music]

[crowd chattering]

- So, what are we looking for, exactly?

- Anything that feels wrong.

- Yeah well, right now everything feels wrong.

- I know.

Two whiskeys, straight up.

[man laughs]

- Tulip, this is Callie.

Percy, I know you can hear me.

- Do I know you?

- Where's Travis?

- Looking for Vendal.

- Patch me through.

- Don't you work for the opposition now?

- Patch me through.

- Car, patch her through.

[ethereal instrumental music]

- [Callie] Travis?

- Yeah?

- [Callie] Its me, where are you?

- Gateway lounge, what about you?

- Station hotel.

- [Travis] Calling to brag?

- No.

I'm calling to give you a head sup, Travis.

Vendal ambushed Judson's men here.

Wiped them out.

- You alright?

- Yeah, thanks.

Just watch your back.

- Thanks.

- Alright, I have to go.

- [Travis] Let me know if you need anything.

- I will.

- Vendal took out Judson's men.

- Why?

Diversion?

- Ah there's got to be a better reason than that.

- Listen, that guy over there with the sliver hair,

I know him.

He's a Sin City prosecutor.

- How do you know?

- He sent me away for six months.

Maybe he did the same to Vendal.

Yeah, let's stick around.

- Car, check database for an Nestor Grand.

See if there's any connection to Vendal.

- [Car] Of course.

I can find no connection between Vendal

and Nestor Grand.

- Finished your paperwork?

- Oh my god. - Captain Judson, sir?

We just intercepted a Tulip data search

for a Nestor Grand.

Surveillance net indicates he's in the Gateway Lounge.

- Roger that.

Send me an ID holo.

- [Woman] Will do, sir.

Seattle out.

- He's got to be Vendal's target.

[ethereal club music]

There's Grand.

- Can I help you?

- Car, get me another cross reference.

- You need to come with us.

- What for, what's this all about?

- Mr. Grand, you're in a lot of danger.

It's okay, we're the good guys.

We'll explain everything

after you're out of here.

- Remember me?

- It's Judson.

- Vendal's target?

- Yeah.

- Callie, targets Judson.

[tense music]

- Travis.

[shouts]

- You did say we'd collect on that bounty

dead or alive, right?

- Yeah.

Nice uniform.

- Don't even say anything.

[tense music]

[soft reflective music]

- [Car] Incoming transmission.

- Okay, patch it through, Car.

- I thought I'd find you there, Callie.

- Well this is where I belong, Christopher.

Guess I'm a misfit after all.

I am sorry about Jeffers, though.

- You tried to warn him

and me, too.

- Actually I owe you one, too.

Thanks for reminding me why I hate special ops so much.

- I know its not a compliment but I'm glad.

- Well um, we're gonna be leaving soon.

So if you'll excuse me, I got some work to do.

- I understand.

I wish things had worked out.

Safe trip.

[phone rings]

- [Travis] Callie.

- Yeah?

- [Travis] Its me.

- Come in.

- Well I enjoyed our double play in the lounge.

- Yeah, it felt good.

So, how did you know that Judson was the target?

- Just a hunch.

Turns out Judson busted Vendal

when Vendal was just a good.

Judson probably doesn't even remember.

Listen I uh,

I really wanted to say sorry about

everything that happened.

- Me, too.

What's that old saying,

you don't know what you got till its gone?

- I don't know, but whatever it is

goes for me as well.

It's good to have you back.

[soft dramatic music]

- Missed you, too.

- You don't mind if I keep this, do you?

- [Narrator] On the next Starhunter.

- Identical twin?

We look nothing like each other.

Is Sarah a bounty hunter?

- Not really.

He only hunts one thing.

Me.

[laser blasts]

Do you take us for being completely stupid?

- I don't want to seem rude

but I thought that Plan A was really worth a try

and don't rule it out of hand too easily.

Unless you want to hear what Plan B is.

[upbeat dramatic music]