Original subtitles

[Subdued Music]

MARCUS: What are you looking at?

RUDOLPHO: It's a holiday brochure.

CALLISTA: You're taking a holiday?

RUDOLPHO: You know what they say,

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

CALLISTA: Yeah.

MARCUS: Nice.

Belvedere Sands, eh?

What's V-B-C?

RUDOLPHO: Virtual Beach Club.

And now that your uncle Rudolpho has got us a job paying

lots of lovely cash,

I'm treating myself to a holiday.

MARCUS: What about me?

RUDOLPHO: I need a rest.

CALLISTA: As opposed to what?

RUDOLPHO: That's it.

You are not joining me in the hot tub.

CALLISTA: I guess I'll just have to live with that one, Rudy.

TRAVIS: Did I miss something?

CALLISTA: Believe me, you didn't miss a thing.

TRAVIS: So, I take it everything's sweet

with the license then?

RUDOLPHO: Oh, yeah, it's in the bank.

Day after tomorrow.

TRAVIS: Day after tomorrow?

RUDOLPHO: Like I said, my contact has the ear

of the senator on the board.

MARCUS: You bribed him more like.

RUDOLPHO: Car?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes?

RUDOLPHO: Find out the price of a week here, all inclusive.

TRAVIS: Well, I guess we're stuck here for a couple of days.

CALLISTA: Great, my favorite place.

TRAVIS: Car, would you contact our clients,

let them know that we're good to go day after tomorrow?

CARAVAGGIO: We have an incoming communication.

TRAVIS: Patch it through.

VIDAL: Mr. Montana?

Travis Montana?

TRAVIS: Yes.

VIDAL: My name is Calder, Senator Calder.

I'm with Internal Affairs of the security department.

TRAVIS: How can I help you?

VIDAL: I have, unfortunately, just acquired

the Departments of Events and Dispensations.

In this regard, I am responsible for the licensing

of craft for bounty hunting.

TRAVIS: I see.

VIDAL: Are you aware your license has expired?

TRAVIS: Yes, we're applying to renew.

VIDAL: Are applying?

Intending to apply?

Meaning to?

I take it you have no clients at present?

TRAVIS: Well, we have a party of scientists.

VIDAL: You don't have a license.

Mr. Montana, would you mind if I came on board?

TRAVIS: Would you mind telling me what's going on?

VIDAL: Are you saying you'd prefer it

if I didn't come on board?

TRAVIS: Be my guest.

CALLISTA: Now you know why I hate it here.

MARCUS: So, what was the name of your contact?

We'll have to us him again.

RUDOLPHO: He took my money.

Our money.

TRAVIS: Marcus, would you mind showing our guest in?

[Whooshing]

VIDAL: Mr. Montana.

TRAVIS: What's going on here?

VIDAL: I'm afraid you're in breach of Martian law,

which means you're no longer authorized

to ply your trade as bounty hunters.

Nor are you authorized to carry weapons.

TRAVIS: Senator Calder, we're two days late.

You're gonna hang us on a technicality?

VIDAL: If only that were all.

No, no.

We have received a number of complaints.

TRAVIS: Complaints?

From whom?

VIDAL: Mr. Montana, I have no intention

of presenting my case here.

MARCUS: Hold on just a second.

Who the hell gives you the right to walk in here and--

VIDAL: This gives me the right.

It's a restraining order confining you to the Tulip.

You're my first case.

TRAVIS: I see.

So, you're gonna use us as an example?

VIDAL: Never hurts.

Mr. Montana, we maybe harsh, but we're not uncivilized.

You're entitled to have your case heard by a tribunal.

You're also entitled to legal council.

If you can't afford one, one will be appointed for you.

Any questions?

Good, fine, dandy.

See you in court.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Rudolpho, how much money have we got?

RUDOLPHO: Less than 800 credits.

Not enough to get us an ambulance chaser.

CALLISTA: Sorry guys.

I can't ask my parents to help us out.

Even if I could, they wouldn't.

MARCUS: Hey, I've got it.

We could ask one of Rudolpho's contacts.

VIDAL: They couldn't afford council.

SKAYLON: So, someone is being appointed for them?

VIDAL: Oh, yes, I've seen to that.

SKYALON: No one too shabby.

We must appear to be fair.

VIDAL: I know.

I appointed Jenson.

[Laughs] SKYALON: Respectable,

not too bright.

VIDAL: Exactly.

SKAYLON: Senator Rendall.

To what do we owe this honor?

MORGAN: I understand you're holding a tribunal

for a group of bounty hunters.

SKAYLON: Indeed.

MORGAN: Then, I hereby give formal notice

of my intention to represent them.

VIDAL: Really?

MORGAN: Yes, Vidal, really.

VIDAL: What possible interest could this trivial matter

have for the great Morgan Rendall?

MORGAN: Let's just say I have an inviting love of fairness.

Until tomorrow then.

Good day.

VIDAL: Damn.

We really will be scrutinized.

SKAYLON: Yes.

Be careful, Vidal.

VIDAL: Have no doubt.

[Opening Theme Music]

[Ominous Music]

CALLISTA: Morgan?

MORGAN: Callista,

you look wonderful.

CALLISTA: Wow, what are you doing here?

MORGAN: I simply happened to be in court

when the appeal went out.

I thought you might prefer this old stumble bum to another.

CALLISTA: So, my parents didn't--

MORGAN: They don't know that you're here.

You still have some friends here, you know?

You must forgive me.

I am Senator Morgan Rendall, special Mars council,

and at your service.

TRAVIS: Travis Montana.

CALLISTA: Morgan's an old family friend.

RUDOLPHO: Yeah, we guessed.

MORGAN: I have known Callista for an embarrassingly long time.

TRAVIS: We truly appreciate you coming to our aide, Senator.

So, what can you tell us?

MORGAN: Well, I can't say for certain yet,

but Vidal Calder goes nowhere without his ulterior motive.

MARCUS: So, what's with the tribunal?

MORGAN: Well, on the face of it, it'll pass judgment

on your fitness to operate as bounty hunters.

TRAVIS: So, it's not the end of the world then.

MORGAN: Oh, on the contrary.

If you lose, you'll almost certainly lose this ship.

[Engine Sputtering]

MORGAN [O.C]: Now, Martian law is bizarre,

but it's set up to be fair and provide total impartiality.

To that end, we will need to pursue the matter of record.

That is to say, your A.I.

MARCUS: That would be Caravaggio.

Car, did you hear that?

CARAVAGGIO: Of course.

VIDAL: Put me through to Special Ops Intelligence.

COMPUTER: Accessing.

SPECIAL OPS: Sir?

VIDAL: There is a ship berthed at finger seven.

The Trans-Utopian.

I want access to the memory of the ship's A.I.

Let me know the instant it arrives.

SPECIAL OPS: Aye, sir.

MORGAN [O.C] : Now, you're entitled to

appoint one representative.

RUDOLPHO: Travis.

MORGAN: Good.

I'll try and arrange for a feed from the court

to be patched through to here.

No guarantees.

Now then, I shall need access to your data files

and a moment with Caravaggio.

TRAVIS: Fine.

MORGAN: Good.

Mars Service Ops will set up a special transmission device

which will enable you to be in court,

but you will not be fully functional here.

Can you set up a bare-bones system for your absence?

CARAVAGGIO: Certainly.

MORGAN: Good.

Now, Caravaggio?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes?

MORGAN: It's important that you know you must tell the truth,

but you do not have to volunteer anything

that would prove damaging.

CARAVAGGIO: Don't worry.

I will not by action, or by inaction,

do anything to harm their case.

MORGAN: Splendid.

Well said.

[Howling Wind]

[Tense Music]

SKAYLON: Good morning, gentlemen.

This, I take it, is the A.I.?

CARAVAGGIO: Caravaggio, Senator.

SKAYLON: Mr. Montana?

TRAVIS: Yes.

SKAYLON: I'm Senator Skaylon.

You understand why you are here?

TRAVIS: Yes.

SKAYLON: Then, you may sit down.

Senator Calder.

VIDAL: Thank you.

The outcome of this hearing is crucial.

Many innocent lives depend upon it.

In an age of growing lawlessness,

it is vital that our military and paramilitary organizations

set and maintain the highest possible standards.

It is my contention that the crew of the Trans-Utopian

fall far short of these standards and therefore,

should not be allowed to continue as bounty hunters.

SKAYLON: Thank you, Senator Calder.

Senator Rendall.

MORGAN: Thank you.

I have, at the disposal of the court,

any number of testimonials as to the good conduct

of Mr. Montana's crew.

I believe also that until very recently,

they were Mars Federation's team of choice.

However, I believe that the burden of proof

lies with my friend opposite.

Let's away.

VIDAL: Now, it seems to me that one of the worst

kept secrets in the universe

is the fact that Mr. Travis Montana was a Raider.

A wonderful testimonial.

I take it you know this?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes.

I believe they are very loyal.

VIDAL: To each other, perhaps.

To their clients, who knows?

Let me remind the court of some of their

other wonderful qualities.

[Grunting]

[Dramatic Music]

[Punching Thuds]

[Gun Fires]

VIDAL: And I must say, it doesn't sound

very laudable to me.

MARCUS: Come on, that was years ago.

CARAVAGGIO [O.C]: That was a very long time ago.

He has since renounced the Raiders.

VIDAL: But, have they renounced him?

They don't sound like the sort of people

I'd like catching up with me.

Your witness.

VIDAL: But, they did catch up with Travis, didn't they?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes.

Perhaps, you could tell us what happened.

JIMMY: It's been a long time, Dazik.

TRAVIS: It really wasn't much of a trap, Jimmy.

And the name's Montana.

JIMMY: Oh, we didn't need much of a trap.

I knew you'd walk right into it.

You still have a Raider heart beating inside of you.

TRAVIS: Are you here to recruit me,

or kill me?

JIMMY: We were like brothers.

It's a bond that never goes away.

TRAVIS: You know what?

I can forgive you for trying to kill me, Jimmy,

but that bond went away when you killed Daniel Rockas

and 311 people just to get my attention.

[Scuffling]

[Grunting]

SKINNY: Drop the weapon.

TRAVIS: He didn't tell you, did he?

SKINNY: Didn't tell me what?

TRAVIS: Did you know you were the child we were

supposed to abduct 10 years ago?

I couldn't go through with it, but Jimmy did.

He took you.

Tried to kill me.

Killed your parents.

JIMMY: That's a lie, Skinny.

TRAVIS: Do I look like I'm lying, or does he?

MORGAN: And Travis never hesitated?

CARAVAGGIO: Not once.

MORGAN: And it would appear that his knowledge

of Raider craft proved hugely beneficial.

CARAVAGGIO: It certainly did, sir.

MORGAN: I have no further questions on this matter.

VIDAL [O.C]: Let's talk about Rudolpho DeLuna, shall we?

CARAVAGGIO: Oh, why not.

VIDAL: Would you say he was avaricious?

Duplicitous?

Treacherous?

Let me refresh your memory.

RUDOLPHO: Bloody, small buttons.

LU: Oh, it's you.

RUDOLPHO: I love you too, Tovey.

LU: Where's my?

RUDOLPHO: Don't worry.

You'll get your 10,000, mate.

LU: And you'll still respect me in the morning?

[Rudolpho Laughs]

LU: What do you want?

RUDOLPHO: I need a little help evaluating something.

TOVEY: Animal or mineral?

RUDOLPHO: Animal, human.

With, I believe, fair market value.

LU: Which market are we talking about here,

Rudolpho, my friend?

RUDOLPHO: Suddenly, I'm your friend?

LU: Which market?

RUDOLPHO: Raiders, Tovey.

Verrun Clan.

LU: Hmm.

Fair market, indeed.

And what information do we have on this,

these individual individuals?

RUDOLPHO: Well,

I was just wondering if it's worth pursuing.

LU: I'd have to say yes, my dear friend.

RUDOLPHO: Ooh, now I'm your dear friend.

LU: I'm no different from you, Rudolpho.

We're business men.

And we both know that friendship

is just a business transaction without money.

RUDOLPHO: Yes, but in this case we are talking about money.

LU: Which is why, suddenly, you're my dear friend.

Give me some more info on this treasure, Rudolpho.

RUDOLPHO: Hmm.

VIDAL: It didn't end there, did it?

CARAVAGGIO: No.

[Laughing]

RUDOLPHO: The Tulip is mine.

I can prove it.

I have documents to prove it.

Travis is a technical partner.

There's no investment.

And Percy, she's got squatter's rights.

So what?

MARCUS: So, what's in it for me?

RUDOLPHO: You cast your light in with me, sunshine,

and I promise you shedloads of money.

What else have you got?

MARCUS: You know what?

You're right.

I mean, I don't own anything.

RUDOLPHO: We have to lose a couple of friends.

It's hard, I know it.

But, it has to be done.

You agree?

MARCUS: I agree.

VIDAL: Perhaps, Mr. Montana would've wished for greater

loyalty amongst his troops.

MORGAN: Objection.

The witness cannot speak on Mr. Montana's behalf

and opposing council knows Mr. Montana

has no voice in this place.

SKAYLON: Objection sustained.

Remain on point, Senator.

VIDAL: With pleasure.

And can you remember what happened

when the proverbial hit the fan?

Oh, come, come.

Don't be bashful.

After all, your memory is what you're here for.

CARAVAGGIO: He ran.

VIDAL: Indeed.

In Mr. DeLuna's parlance, I believe he legged it.

REDUS: You're lying!

Tell me where the Verrun is or I'll kill you where you stand.

Either I leave with Verrun bounty or someone pays.

LU: Don't shoot, don't shoot!

[Guns Firing]

VIDAL: Now, it would appear that Mr. DeLuna

is not only a traitor, but a coward.

Not someone I would wish to place my faith in, hmm?

CARAVAGGIO: I'm sure he is not a coward.

VIDAL: Then, where was he when they needed him?

No further questions.

MORGAN: Oh, dear.

That all sounds disastrous.

Were they badly injured?

CARAVAGGIO: Not at all. MORGAN: Really?

Well, that's remarkable.

What happened?

CARAVAGGIO: Rudolpho came through in the end.

He always does.

REDUS: Don't move.

Don't move.

I said, don't move!

[Grunts]

[Gun Fires]

RUDOLPHO: What?

MORGAN [O.C]: So, you say that Rudolpho

always comes through in the end?

CARAVAGGIO: Oh, indeed, he does.

He always seems to come bouncing back.

MORGAN: Hmm.

Well, he sounds remarkably resilient.

CARAVAGGIO: None more so.

There was a time when his daughter was visiting

and she had beaten him to a pulp.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

They were in pursuit of some particularly nasty kidnappers.

If I remember correctly,

it was for a desperately small fee.

CALLISTA: Car did not say they had an antimatter drive.

TRAVIS: Any suggestions?

RUDOLPHO: How about we come up at speed?

Detonate a Shark torpedo about a hundred meters

off their antimatter pod.

That should scare the crap out of them.

PERCY: I like it.

TRAVIS: Me, too.

Callie, load Shark torpedo.

CALLISTA: Locked and loaded.

MARCUS: Uh, hold on guys.

Are we sure about this?

RUDOLPHO: When I bartered for the antimatter pod,

I studied the specs closely.

Yeah, they're touchy all right,

but they should take a Shark torpedo.

Of course, they aren't gonna know that, are they?

Because nobody reads the specs these days.

TRAVIS: Fine, let's make him sweat.

Fire one.

[Gun Fires] [Explosion]

MARCUS: Keep reading those spec sheets, Rudolpho.

CARAVAGGIO: I am afraid the antimatter pod

is approaching us.

I should point out the potential for utter disaster.

[Metal Scraping]

[Alarm Beeping]

SERENA: Your idea worked.

RUDOLPHO: Well, they all helped.

MORGAN: So, it would appear that they also work

tremendously well as a team.

CARAVAGGIO: I have seen none finer

in all my years on board the Tulip.

MORGAN: The Tulip?

CARAVAGGIO: Oh, I am sorry.

The Trans-Utopian.

MORGAN: No further questions.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Nice recovery.

Well done.

MORGAN: We may, just may, be back on terms.

TRAVIS: Is that all?

MORGAN: Remember, Mr. Montana, we're the visiting team.

VIDAL: Senator, I know this is most unusual,

but I would like to call another witness.

MORGAN: Senator, I must object.

I was not informed of this.

SKAYLON: Is it relevant?

VIDAL: She is the registered owner of the Trans-Utopian.

SKAYLON: Proceed.

And you may step down,

or whatever it is you do.

[Dramatic Music]

RUDOLPHO: Oh, great.

Pass me the razor blades.

CALLISTA: Oh, no.

MARCUS: Where did they find her?

[Dramatic Music]

VIDAL: You are Percy Montana?

PERCY: Yes.

VIDAL: Are you the registered owner of the Trans-Utopian?

PERCY: Yeah.

VIDAL: Could you speak up, please?

PERCY: It is my ship, yeah.

To whom it may concern,

I'm taking my ship the hell away from here.

Why?

Because I am in command.

No pretend cousin, big fat sleaze,

little buddy or mystery slut.

Nobody runs this ship, but me.

[Sighs]

VIDAL: And could you explain to the court

why you were not on board?

PERCY: I was on vacation.

VIDAL: On vacation?

PERCY: On vacation, yeah.

VIDAL: Needed to get away, did we?

I can understand that.

PERCY: Hi.

It's not going to come as any great surprise to anyone,

but it seems I've gone a bit bananas.

So, I'm gonna take off for a bit.

I don't want you to come after me.

I have lived my whole life on this ship

and I think I'm due a vacation.

Now, this is very, very important.

Do not think that you've just scored yourselves a ship

because I will always, always be able to find the Tulip.

Take care of yourselves.

Bye.

MARCUS: Where the hell is she gonna go?

PERCY: Off, stupid.

VIDAL: I can understand very well

why you needed to get off the ship.

MARCUS: Hey.

PERCY: Hey.

MARCUS: Is that the drug?

PERCY: It is.

Overwhelms the pain centers.

Don't feel a thing.

MARCUS: Sounds dangerous.

PERCY: Indeed.

MARCUS: Pain's important.

Tells you when you've gone too far.

PERCY: Maybe no pain tells you when

you haven't gone far enough.

MARCUS: What do you mean?

PERCY: Nothing.

[Machine Beeps]

[Suspenseful Music]

[Clears Throat]

[Inhales]

VIDAL: Things get worse, don't they?

PERCY: It gets ugly.

VIDAL: Not something you should try at home.

[Metal Clangs]

MARCUS: Get in!

[Growling]

MARCUS: Ow!

[Breathing Heavily]

MARCUS: Percy, you okay?

PERCY: I can totally picture tearing you apart.

It's the coolest thing.

MARCUS: That answers that then.

[Over Speaker] CALLISTA: Marcus, where are you?

[Percy Breathing Heavily]

MARCUS: Uh, just doing some maintenance work, why?

[Over Speaker] CALLISTA: Rudolpho and I have

to go down to Titan.

I want you and Percy to prep the brig

for possible prisoner transfer.

MARCUS: Uh, yeah.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

What should I do?

PERCY: Sedate me.

MARCUS: Okay.

Percy, give it to me now.

Percy!

Give it, now!

TRAVIS: What the hell is going on?

MARCUS: Enista.

She's off her head.

VIDAL: Well, it seems to me

they're one big happy family.

What do you think?

Your witness.

MORGAN: No questions.

TRAVIS: What, you're not going to cross-examine?

MORGAN: Can you think of one bit of mitigating evidence?

SKAYLON: The witness is dismissed.

TRAVIS: Where are they taking her?

MORGAN: I have no idea, but I'll find out.

In the meantime, let's just take our medicine

and hope that she adjourns for the day.

SKAYLON: Is that something you'd like to share with us?

MORGAN: No.

SKAYLON: In that case, I think we'll adjourn

until tomorrow morning.

[Atmospheric Music]

MARCUS: So, where's Percy?

MORGAN: They're holding her in a secure unit pending outcome.

RUDOLPHO: Well, that figures.

MARCUS: Is she going to be okay?

MORGAN: She'll be fine, they daren't do anything.

TRAVIS: I thought you guys made a call.

MARCUS: Yeah, well, without Caravaggio,

we've got no communications in or out.

RUDOLPHO: Doesn't that strike anybody as odd?

CALLISTA: What's with this guy Calder?

MORGAN: He's a career politician,

lifelong holder of grudges.

If I had to guess,

I would say it was personal.

MARCUS: Personal?

RUDOLPHO: What do you mean personal?

MORGAN: Does anyone, apart from Callie,

have a history here on Mars?

TRAVIS: There's nobody else.

RUDOLPHO: It's gotta be you.

CALLISTA: Well, I do feel like I recognize him.

I'm not sure.

TRAVIS: But, from where?

CALLISTA: I don't know.

I can't remember.

Look, what we need to do is get comms back up

and hack into those crime logs.

MORGAN: That could prove very useful.

MARCUS: I'm onto it.

[Wind Blowing]

SKAYLON: Are you ready, Senator Calder?

VIDAL: Absolutely.

Marcus Fagen.

CARAVAGGIO: Yes? VIDAL: Nice lad?

CARAVAGGIO: Yeah.

VIDAL: Fun to be around?

CARAVAGGIO: I believe so.

MARCUS: Oh, yeah.

Wonderful security they have there.

Letting terrorists on to inspect the ship.

TRAVIS: Marcus.

MARCUS: I mean, they may as well just blow themselves up.

Cut out the middle man, do you know what I mean?

TRAVIS: Marcus, we need that reactor back online.

[Marcus Scoffs]

MARCUS: Oh, yeah.

Sorry, Marcus, that we left you holding the baby

and you almost died, but chop chop, back to work.

TRAVIS: It's all right.

He does his best work when he's pissed.

VIDAL: But, a little too eager to prove himself,

wouldn't you say?

[Laughs]

[Exhales]

MARCUS: Car, set a course for IO.

There's an asteroid close by where the Verruns hang out.

Let's go and say hello.

[Door Opens]

PERCY: What are you doing?

MARCUS: I'm the new captain.

PERCY: Where's Travis?

MARCUS: I've taken care of all of them.

But, you don't have to worry your

pretty little head about it.

They're still alive.

This, Percy, is my time.

I've realized something.

If you want anything in this life, you have to take it.

So, I'm taking the Tulip,

and then I'm gonna use her to take

from the rest of the universe.

PERCY: Is this supposed to be funny?

Am I supposed to laugh?

MARCUS: No.

You really don't want to be laughing at me, Percy.

VIDAL: Things were about to get worse

for Marcus and Percy, I believe.

MARCUS: You know, I joined this ship as a bounty hunter.

No one told me I was just gonna be

a jumped up grease monkey.

Why do those three get all the good gigs?

Why don't we get any missions?

PERCY: I don't know, Marcus.

MARCUS: Well, I think the next job should be ours.

PERCY: It should.

MARCUS: You know, I don't think they realize quite how valuable

we could be to this outfit.

PERCY: Absolutely.

MARCUS: You know, if it wasn't for me,

Travis wouldn't even be here.

You know, when we left the Raiders,

I practically saved his life.

PERCY: Yes, I know, you've told me that before.

MARCUS: Well, he owes me.

I think you should ask him.

PERCY: Me?

I hate asking people for things.

MARCUS: But it's your ship.

PERCY: Yes, well, you saved him.

MARCUS: Okay.

I'll ask him.

In fact, I'll tell him.

PERCY: Uh-oh.

VIDAL: But, this time, the results were to prove fatal,

weren't they?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes.

MARCUS: Hold on, hold on.

What's this we business?

This is our gig.

Mine and Percy's. PERCY: Pardon?

MARCUS: The next job, remember?

I asked him, he said yeah.

PERCY: He did, you did?

TRAVIS: My goodness, you're right, Marcus.

The next job.

PERCY: Yay.

MARCUS: What could be better than that?

[Tense Music]

CALLISTA: Okay, something's wrong.

He's leaving the bar.

PERCY: The guy at the bar is a Raider.

MAN: Hey, Tremayne, over here.

CALLISTA: Oh, great.

This is not good.

[Metal Clanging]

CALLISTA: Marcus!

WOMAN: No! [Dramatic Music]

[Guns Firing]

VIDAL: This went wrong

because it was all too much too soon

for young Marcus, wasn't it, hmm?

He bit off more than he could chew.

Marcus Fagen wasn't up to it, was he?

[Atmospheric Ambience]

[Tablet Beeping]

MARCUS: Come on, come on.

Come on.

[Computer Beeps]

CALLISTA: Marcus.

MARCUS: Yes, we're in, we're in.

Okay, the comms are up.

CALLISTA: Great, now get us into those crime logs.

MARCUS: Okay, okay, yeah.

VIDAL: Marcus Fagen allowed his pride to come before

the life of another human being.

TRAVIS: Can't you object to this?

MORGAN: No, I'm afraid not.

VIDAL: An innocent young girl.

How many more innocent lives will be lost

if we renew their license?

Your witness.

MARCUS: What about this guy?

Anyone recognize him?

CALLISTA: I don't believe it.

RUDOLPHO: Devak.

CALLISTA: Citadel Squad.

RUDOLPHO: Send that to Car, Marcus.

MORGAN: There were a number of extenuating circumstances

with regard to that incident, were there not?

CARAVAGGIO: Pardon?

What?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

MORGAN: These were not normal circumstances.

CARAVAGGIO: I think you'd better ask me about Callie.

About her injury, Callista Larkadia?

The shooting?

When she nearly died.

CALDER: Objection.

MORGAN: I am entitled to pursue any line I wish.

SKAYLON: Overruled.

MORGAN: Perhaps, you could refresh our memory

of that painful event.

[Over Speaker] TRAVIS: Callie's been hit.

It's bad.

[Groaning]

RUDOLPHO: Your nearest ER station is section 3-4-Tango.

You've gotta go through the--

TRAVIS: Too far, too far, Rudolpho.

She took a high-path frag round.

Tulip's closer, I'm binging her in.

RUDOLPHO: Travis, we're not equipped to deal with--

TRAVIS: Cryo.

It's the only way.

[Tense Music]

TRAVIS: Look out.

RUDOLPHO: Come on.

[Grunting]

TRAVIS: Come on, guys.

Out of the way.

Car, initiate scan.

RUDOLPHO: What a mess.

CARAVAGGIO: Do not initiate fluid replacement

until the cryonic chamber is stabilized.

CALLISTA: My father.

Father.

DETECTIVE: It's all yours.

COMPUTER: Access Mars Federal Justice Data Net.

Level three clearance, criminal records.

TRAVIS: Nice system you got here.

JANUS: It has its advantages.

TRAVIS: You know this man?

JANUS: No, should I?

TRAVIS: He's the man who tried to kill your daughter.

Scan ID database.

Any match.

COMPUTER: Accessing, positive match.

TRAVIS: Hello, dead man.

Special Ops trainer, Mars forces Citadel Squad.

Court-martialed, died before sentencing.

Obviously not.

Callie knew him.

JANUS: My daughter brought down the Citadel Squad.

Ethics violations.

She made a lot of enemies.

RHANDAL: Where do I know you from?

Mars Federation, isn't it?

Special Forces, right?

You blew the whistle on the Citadel Squad.

Got drummed out of the force.

CALLISTA: They were planting evidence.

RHANDAL: On guys who were as guilty as hell.

CALLISTA: What they did was wrong.

RHANDAL: What you did was stupid.

MORGAN: And do we know how all this happened?

CARAVAGGIO: Yes.

[Uptempo Music]

CALLISTA: Buy me a drink.

TRAVIS: Why?

CALLISTA: Because I'm thirsty, Montana,

and these heels are killing me.

[Laughs]

TRAVIS: Same again.

CALLISTA: I just said something funny.

[Laughing]

TRAVIS: Where's your weapon?

CALLISTA: You don't want to know.

I've always wanted to do this.

[Laughing]

STRASSER: Smooth, very smooth, man.

TRAVIS: Yeah, kick a man when he's down.

STRASSER: Hey, red.

Come here a second.

I want to apologize on behalf of my friend.

Tell me, what line did he lay on ya?

CALLISTA: A bad one.

Think you can do better?

STRASSER: Oh, you have no idea.

Let me tell you a secret.

I remember you.

[Gun Fires] [Callista Groans]

STRASSER: I remember you.

TRAVIS: You knew him.

You knew Devak, didn't you?

VIDAL: I must protest.

This is ridiculous.

SKAYLON: Mr. Montana,

you have no right to speak at this tribunal.

TRAVIS: You knew about the Citadel Squad.

VIDAL: Really, this is preposterous, Senator.

CARAVAGGIO: Excuse me.

I'm downloading additional evidence

from Mars Federation Police.

MORGAN: It was you.

The unseen hand on the till of the man we couldn't trace.

All these years.

Do the right thing.

SKAYLON: Case dismissed.

MORGAN: But, not over, Senator Skaylon.

May I remind the court of your friendship

with Senator Calder and my intention to discover

why you felt it necessary to bring this case to tribunal.

No, Senator.

This is far from over.

[Subdued Music]

[All Laughing]

MARCUS: Percy, where have you been?

PERCY: I don't know.

In a mental hospital.

RUDOLPHO: Oh, yeah?

You okay?

PERCY: Once I got used to the strappy jacket,

I found it both relaxing and interesting.

MARCUS: And you're all right now, yeah?

PERCY: Absolutely.

TRAVIS: Well, well done on the Devak connection

whoever did that.

CALLISTA: We all did it.

We couldn't have done this without you.

Thanks, Morgan.

MORGAN: My pleasure.

TRAVIS: Thanks, Morgan.

MORGAN: Anytime.

PERCY: I'm gonna go unpack.

TRAVIS: Better make sure she's all right.

PERCY: I knew he'd send you after me.

MARCUS: Are you gonna tell me where you really went?

PERCY: Nope.

MARCUS: In between those two pulses.

NARRATOR: On the next Starhunter.

MARCUS: A warp bubble is formed.

PERCY: You woke us up to tell us this?

MARCUS: It means lightspeed, people.

[Snoring]

MARCUS: It means hyperspace.

PERCY: Hyperspace sucks.

TRISTAN: There's a man I encountered months ago

who was very resistant to me.

DR. XEYLON: You must find me.

TRAVIS: Dr. Xeylon?

DR. XEYLON: I've been expecting you.

[Guns Firing]

[Grunts]

TRISTAN: Dr. Xeylon, good of you to join us.

[Closing Theme Music]