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Previously, onPandora...

-So, what's your story, Jax?
-Her parents were killed
at New Portland.

I am never going
to let this go.

-My pop's telepathic.
-C.I.S.?

Jail.

My dad served
in the military, too.

He said EarthCom did some pretty
messed-up stuff during the war.

This ship must never
reach the earth.

The Tereshkova,
she's gone, destroyed.

We should go on a date.

Working with a team
is different.

Avar Sumitov,
reporting for duty.

You start to feel
responsible.

-Magda Coy.
-To Magda and Avar.

Magda and Avar.

All right, let's concentrate,
Pilar.

It's going to get pretty hairy
out there.

-I've got this, Commander.

Proximity alert.

Navigation hazard detected.

I'm impressed by the way
you handle the ship, Pilar.

You're a natural born pilot.

It's a piece of cake when you
can use nanotech to jack

directly into the Earhart
guidance and sensor systems.

I'm better at detecting
asteroids than the ship itself.

Yeah? You know,
it's not too late

to reconsider Command Track
for next semester.

I was considering it,

but after we lost
Magda and Avar,

I realized I can't
be responsible for others.

Only myself.

We're all responsible
for others, Pilar.

It's not about those you lose.

It's about those
you can save.

Right, we've arrived
at the debris

of the battle cruiser
Tereshkova.

Well done. You've completed
your training mission.

I'll take over from here.

I thought the Tereshkova
blew up

a few thousand klicks
from here.

Yeah, it did, but the remains
of the ship

must have got caught up
in the gravitational attraction

from that asteroid belt.

I understand how attraction
works, Commander.

I see it every time
you and Jax are together.

What's the deal
with you two anyway?

-There is no deal.
-Keep telling yourself that.

Maybe you'll actually
start believing it too.

What's wrong?

I'm detecting something.

A beacon.

Really? We're not picking up
anything on the ship sensors.

It's out there, trust me.

Yeah. Got it.

What is it, some sort
of distress signal?

No. A proximity alert.

Out here? That's strange.

I should earn
extra credit for this.

That is where the signal
is coming from, Commander.

Get the ship
as close as you can.

I'll suit up and go out there
and retrieve it.

What do you think it is?

I have to admit,
I was dubious

when you suggested taking Pilar
along on this mission.

Well, EarthCom had searched
the area dozens of times

with little success.

But as I'd hoped,
Pilar's nanotech enhancements

allowed us to amplify the
sensitivity of our instruments.

Hmm. You're sure she doesn't
know what this is?

No. I told her it was
an engine thrust control module.

And she didn't question you?

No, she's more concerned with
getting an A on her assignment.

A for Pilar.

A-plus for you,
Mr. Duvall.

I've run some
preliminary scans,

but the data seems to be
quantum encrypted.

It's programmed to do that
when it detects damage.

It'll take data-recovery
several weeks to restore it.

Well, EarthCom
should be excited

to hear that the Tereshkova's
black box

has finally been found.

Absolutely no one
can know about this.

Sir, we lost hundreds
of men and women on that ship.

That black box
could be the closure

that their loved ones
are looking for.

The reason the Tereshkova
exploded.

As you know,
EarthCom is concerned

the Zatarians are rearming
for war.

If anything is on this recorder
that implicates the Zatarians,

even tangentially,

in the destruction
of the Tereshkova,

it could light the fuse
on a conflict

even worse
than the last one.

Millions could die.

So we need to keep the discovery
of this black box a secret

until it's decrypted

and I know exactly
what is on it.

Do I make myself clear?

Crystal, sir.

-Oh!

I think you just woke up
the whole school, Atria.

Wow, that was delightful.

And a total surprise.

Uh, what was a surprise?

If you have sex with the same
person multiple times,

it just gets better.

It could have
something to do

with the quality
of your partner.

Oh.

Or it could just be

us establishing
an emotional bond.

You know,
acting like a human.

-Hmm.
-Finding your soul.

So, how do I know
which one it is?

Could be both.

But let's just keep doing it
until you get an answer.

-Yay.

- Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Audio only.

You need to get down
to the Black Hole right away.

It's urgent.

As I've said before,

I go by the given name
of Billy Dwayne,

and I know I can be
an awful pain.

But since we're friends,

feel free to call me Billy D.,
ladies and gentlemen.

That's right.

Billy D! Billy D!

Say it again.

You okay?

Not really.

I thought you'd be excited
to see him.

What's wrong?
Who is that guy?

He's my father.

This lady,
she rubbed me down, look fine.

I smiled up at her and said,

"I rang the doorbell,
didn't I?"

Ding-dong!

I don't understand
why you're so mad at your dad.

I think he's a hoot.

There is nothing funny about a
person who ditches their family.

I thought he fought
in the war.

Well, if you think
he's some sort of hero,

then feel free
to go hang with him, Atria.

Okay.

-I'm so out of here.

Wait. Don't you at least
want to talk to him?

I have absolutely nothing
to say to that man.

-Hey!
-He's still supposed
to be in jail.

I don't know how he got out,
but I guarantee you

if he's here,
he's up to no good.

Now, I want you all to think
of your favorite drink.

You know, the kind that's really
sweet and tasty

but you can't afford it.

Listen closely, barkeep,

because we are going
on a bender,

and Billy D. is providing
the legal tender.

Somebody touch
the center of my palm.

Oh.

Now you,
you sassy little minx...

-...that makes my knees quake,

all you want
is a strawberry milkshake.

Wow, that's right!

-Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Okay. Now you,
my techno friend,

you think I don't know.

But all you need
is a glass of H2O.

-With ice!
-That's affirmative.

Affirm your ass
to the bar.

Okay, this one is,
uh, pretty hard.

But I got it.

Barkeep!

Please get a blue safari
for the man from...

Zatari.

You are correct.

That is what I imbibe.

-Most impressive.

Touch my palm,
pretty lady.

Hmm.

Ha.

Hey, this man distracted me.

Touch it again, please.

So? What's my drink
of choice?

Ha. You...

you want a mojito, right?

Yeah.

-That's right.
-Ha!

-Billy D. is never wrong,

and if I am, bang a gong.

Get out of here, go on.

Go on, yeah.

Hi.

Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Tierney. And you are?

Jax.

You're, um...

You're a friend
of Billy D.'s son, right?

I saw you two talking.

You're very observant,
aren't you?

You don't care for mojitos,
do you?

Not really.

I have never seen anyone
stump Billy D. before.

You're quite unique.

Doesn't sound like
a compliment.

He can't read you,
and I wonder why.

Tommy...

Tommy, my boy.

How did you get out of jail?

Let's not talk about that.

Allow me to introduce you
to my fiancée.

Hello, Thomas.
I'm Tierney.

Your dad talks about you
all the time.

What are doing here?
I know you want something.

I'm here to see you, son.

We got a lot to catch up on.

You need money, don't you?
Just admit it.

And this charming little thing
must be your little sweetheart.

We have a lot of sex,
if that's what you mean.

Oh! You're a little pistol.

My son is a lucky boy.

Look, I know you didn't
come here just to catch up.

You may be able to fool
everybody else, but not me.

It was great to meet you,
Mr. Ross.

Perhaps alerting him to his
father's presence was an error.

I'm thinking about switching
back to Command Track.

I thought you were all about
the Exploratory Corps?

Discovering strange new worlds
and civilizations,

sciencing the heck
out of the universe.

I was.

But I performed at such
an exemplary level

on my training mission
with Xander

that he's asked me to rethink
my decision.

Training mission?
What training mission?

He let me fly the Earhart
to the asteroid belt,

and to the debris field
of the Tereshkova.

Wait, what about
the Tereshkova?

Due to my innate ability

to amplify the precision
of the ship's sensors,

we found an engine
control module.

Did it ever occur to you
Xander might have

taken you out there
intentionally?

He said it was
a training mission.

Why would Xander take a student
out to the site

of a catastrophic disaster
just to train?

That doesn't make any sense.

Because I'm not
an ordinary student.

Do you always mistrust the men
you have a thing for?

The only thing
I have a thing for

is finding out what happened
to my parents,

and it may have to do with
the destruction of that ship.

Hey, Tommy,
wait up.

Why are you
still here?

Hey, don't be like that,
Tommy.

It's been a long time since
we spent some time together.

You know, I want to see
how you're doing.

So...

how you liking
your time here at FTA?

Since when do you care?

After the war,
you came home for one week.

I had a reason for that.

It's hard to explain.

But, hey, I'm here now.

Yeah, how is that
even possible?

You got a seven-year sentence

for cheating high-end
poker players at Macau.

Parole for good behavior.

Excellent behavior,
as a matter of fact.

For once in your life,
will you just stop lying to me.

Fine.

I may have got myself
into a tiny bit of trouble.

-Yeah, shocking.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Look...

I placed a hefty bet
on a Zatarian equine.

I'm not talking
a long shot here.

I mean a sure thing.

But the wretched nag threw
a shoe on the homestretch.

I mean, that's pure bad luck.

So you owe money
to the bookies again.

I placed the bet
with the Hypatia Syndicate.

I'm talking a real vicious
bunch of ladies.

I mean, who said they were
the fairer sex?

They want me to do
an errand for them.

And if I don't,

they're going to throw me out of
an airlock without a spacesuit.

I've been told
it's an unpleasant way to die.

Why are you
telling me this?

I'm here on a scholarship.
I don't have money.

That's the thing, son.
They don't want money.

There's an ancient
alien artifact.

Nobody knows
the extraterrestrial race

that created it.

It's called the Jindoo.

It's stored in the vault
in the Academy Museum Archive.

The Jindoo is valuable,

and the Hypatia Syndicate
would like me

to procure it for them.

You mean as in steal it.

"Steal" is such
an ugly word.

I don't like it.

Why don't we say "purloin"?
It's much more poetic.

More like pathetic.

Son, I wouldn't bother you,
but...

I can't acquire the Jindoo
without your help.

Look, Dad...

I'm glad you came clean
with me.

I wish I could believe
that you were sincere.

And I wish I could believe
you were capable of changing.

But I can't.

You have burned me
too many times.

So just do us both a favor

and get the next shuttle
off Earth.

Just go away
and leave me alone.

I can't help you.

- Dismissed. Thank you.

The papers next week,
please.

-Xander.
- Jax.

Why do I get the feeling
you're not here

for a friendly
little chat?

Well, because I'm not.

I heard you took Pilar
to the asteroid belt,

and to the wreckage
of the Tereshkova.

Why would you take her
instead of me?

Because I wanted to evaluate
her skills as a pilot.

And recruit her
to Command Track, huh?

Or were you trying to recruit
her to C.I.S.?

Jax, I can assure you
that was not my intention.

And you need
to lower your voice.

So it was an accident
that you just happened

to stumble across the debris
field from the Tereshkova?

And then,
let me get this straight,

then you just happened
to find a piece of wreckage

that was worth salvaging.

I don't buy it.
You...

You ask me to trust you,
you say you want to help me,

and then you just
keep lying to me.

Jax, I know you need to find out
what happened to your parents,

and I respect that,
I really do.

But this is not
all about you.

Sometimes you ask me questions
that I cannot answer.

That is not good enough,
and you know it.

It feels like
you've been angry with me

ever since we lost
Magda and Avar

at the Parallax
research facility.

You blame me, don't you?

Of course not.

But you do.

You blame yourself.

You're not the only one.

I still blame myself every day
for what happened to Greg.

Everyone I get close to dies.
I'm...

I'm bad luck.

Not to me.

I know you found something
important out there,

something that may have to do
with the death of my parents.

I just need you to tell me
what it is.

I wish I could, Jax.
I really do.

-But I simply can't.
-Why?

It is a matter
of EarthCom security.

I am under orders.

You may not have to answer
to anyone, but I do.

I am only
following orders.

Just following orders.

I learned in history class that
the "superior orders defense"

was the same excuse used
in the Nuremberg Trials.

It's the defense of cowards.

So now you're calling me a Nazi?

That seems pretty unfair, Jax.

If you carry on running around
doing whatever you want,

whenever you want,

you're going to end up
alienating your friends

and getting expelled.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to call you a Nazi.

That was...

that was kind of harsh.

Yeah.

It was a bit.

I'm sorry.

Beyond program.

Western Town activated.

Oh, yeah.

I didn't know
you could ride horses.

How did you find me?

It wasn't very hard.

Atria said you like to come
to this sim

-when you want to be alone.
-Exactly. When I wanna be alone.

So what, exactly,
did your dad do

that made you so upset?

He wants something from me.

Needs my help with
one of his crazy schemes.

What crazy scheme is that?

He says he owes a bunch of money
to the Hypatia Syndicate,

and they'll kill him
if he doesn't pay.

How much does he owe?

They don't want money.

They want him to steal something
from the FTA Museum.

The Jindoo.

He needs my help
to pull it off.

You're not
seriously thinking

about helping him,
are you?

Are you kidding?
Or course not.

Well, that's a relief.

All right, well,
let me know

if there's anything
I can do to help.

I'm going to let you
get back to...

whatever it is
you're doing here.

Just riding in
to clean up another town.

I know.

And it ain't big enough
for the both of us,

so I'm gonna go.

Hi-yo, Silver.

Hello, Thomas.

Seriously?

If you don't
help your father,

you'll regret it
for the rest of your life.

Did Billy D. send you
to convince me?

Your father doesn't know
I'm here.

You're wasting your time.
I'm not even interested.

He's really special
to me, Thomas,

and he needs our help.

Anybody ever tell you
you got terrible taste in men?

How much do you really know
about your dad?

Maybe it's time you heard
his real story.

Billy Dwayne Ross
was a brave platoon leader.

EarthCom realized
your father was special.

He always knew exactly
which soldier under him

to give which assignment.

And he was always right,

because he was an empath.

Sound familiar?

The rare gene which creates them
was passed down to you

from your father.

I may be an empath,

but I'm no mind reader.

Neither was he...
until the surgery.

After they confirmed
his aptitude,

they cut Billy D.'s head
wide open

and amplified your father's
abilities a hundredfold.

Some telepaths. became spies.

The best ones were turned
into interrogators.

In what sector
will the Zatarians

launch their next
major attack?

Billy D. has the ability

to invade another person's
consciousness.

It's called Mind-Diving.

The next attack
will be in Sector 347.

My mom never told me
any of this.

Because she never knew
about what your dad did.

Everything the ETC did
was top secret.

So if he's so traumatized,

why does he always want
to be the life of the party?

To hide the agony
he experiences every day.

All the memories of pain
and trauma from the war.

So this whole Mr. Cool
Billy D. thing is all--

Just a mask.

An elaborate coping
mechanism.

Much like this VR simulation
is for you.

I don't know.

Western Town terminated.

You're an empath, Thomas.

You can feel
I'm telling the truth.

When your father's
in contact with you,

his telepathic abilities
are amplified exponentially.

That's why he needs you
to help steal the artifact.

So, what's your part
in all this?

Let's just say
I understand what he needs.

And what he needs right now,
more than anything,

is his son.

Whether he lives or dies
is all up to you.

What do you want?

Billy D.'s in danger.

I love him,
and I need you to help save him.

Does this have to do
with stealing the Jindoo?

I told you when we met
you're unique.

Your thoughts are naturally
resistant to detection.

Any idea why?

I don't know.

But we can use that ability
to pull off this heist together.

And I need your help to convince
Thomas to do it too.

Thomas already
made up his mind.

So have I.

Your mother was
an amazing woman, Jax.

You remind me of her
a lot.

You knew my mother?

I seriously doubt that.

She didn't have a lot of
friends, and I knew all of them.

I wouldn't claim
we were exactly friends.

More like associates.

We did share
a mutual trust, however.

"Ten points for Gryffindor."

You recognize that,
don't you?

It's something she used to say
when I would do a good job.

It's from this old book
we used to read.

A book about wizards.
I know.

You told her you wanted
to have powers like that too,

and she told you
that one day you would.

How do you know all this?

She told me.

Because she knew that one day,
you might need my help.

Now that day has come.

Need your help?

Seems like you're the one
who's asking for mine.

We can help each other.

I need to save
my future husband's life,

and you want to know
what happened to your parents

at the New Portland colony.

What do you know
about New Portland?

The moment we successfully
complete this mission,

I'll give you the key
that'll help unlock the mystery.

And why should I trust you?

Because you have no choice.

And no one else
will help you.

Not your uncle.

Not even that pretty young boy
you claim to care nothing about.

If you want answers,
you need to do this.

How do you know my mother?

Who are you, Tierney?

The important question, Jax,
is who are you?

Tierney, where'd you go?

I went for a run.

For three hours?

No way.

Look, you may have trained
yourself to block my telepathy,

but I still know
when you're lying to me.

I talked to Jax
and your son

about them helping us
steal the Jindoo.

Don't be upset with me, honey.
I was only trying to help.

Tierney.

You stay the hell
away from my son...

What...?

Seems like
you've forgotten

the pecking order
around here.

Get off me.

I'm your handler,
not your fiancée.

You work for me.

Our little charade must
be causing you some confusion.

I got your sorry ass
out of prison,

and I can send you back.

Or how about this?

EarthCom is planning
to restart the Telepath Corps

to prepare for the next war
against the Zatarians.

I could always have you
drafted back into service.

How's that sound, honey?

I'd rather die
than go back to the ETC.

If you want to be
a free man again,

it doesn't seem like
you have a choice, now do you?

You look like you've got
a lot on your mind.

You know I do.

You still trying to figure out
if you should help your dad?

I can't even believe
I'm even thinking about it.

Have you talked to Atria
about it?

She's not exactly
the best person to talk to

about parental issues,
given she doesn't even have any.

So...

All right.

I talked to Tierney.

She asked for my help.

Your dad sacrificed everything
during the war

to help the Earth Confederacy.

And now he's being chased
by a bunch of lowlifes.

Not to mention his son
is one of my best friends

whose always been there
when I needed him.

So if you want my help,
I'm in.

Hey, son.

I came as soon
as I got your message.

I just don't want you
to get hurt.

So...

I've decided I'm going
to help you steal the Jindoo.

That means so much
to me, son.

Okay, everybody's got
to listen very carefully.

The first thing we need to do
is create a diversion.

Tommy, Jax, you will set off
the smoke devices

here, here, and here.

Tierney and I will arrive
at 1700 hours.

Security will lock down
the museum

according to a pre-established security protocol.

And I'll disable
the security system

so they can't monitor
our intrusion.

Meanwhile, I will do a mind dive
on Professor Osborn

to get the code
that would get us all

into the museum archive.

-Professor!

Osborn.

My son speaks highly
of your class.

William Dwayne Ross
at your service.

But you can call me
Billy D.

Pleasure to meet you,
William.

Your son is a fine student
and an excellent pilot.

Access denied.

-It's not working.
-Access denied.

-What's wrong?
-Just give me a second. I...

What kind of telepath
are you?

-The kind that's not eidetic.
-Access denied.

Could you just
let me concentrate?

Come on, Dad.

You can do this.

No, wait, actually...

I can do this.

-Access granted.

That's my boy.

This is the reason
we needed you, Jax.

This is a thought detector.

It picks up neural activity
from the brain.

It'll be triggered by a person's
first step into it, unless...

That person has congenital
resistance to thought detection.

Exactly.

I was trained to keep my
thoughts secure from telepaths,

but that only gives me a 50-50
chance at not triggering it.

But when I saw Billy D.
guess wrong at the bar,

I knew you could do it.
He couldn't read you.

There's something special
about you.

Time's a-ticking, ladies.
We got to...

Keep your mind as clear
of thoughts as possible.

Stay serene.

Breathe.

-Well done, Jax.

Lasers.

Why'd it have to be lasers?

What the hell is this?

This wasn't in any
of the schematics.

They must have upgraded
the security system

from the plans we stole.

How the hell are we going
to get past these?

There is no way to get past
laser security.

Silly boy,
there's always a way.

Damn.

Come on.
We're running out of time.

This is an organic lock.

An artificial
mini brain.

Ten billion neurons
whose sole function

is to constantly think to create
ever-changing combination codes.

How are we going
to get past that?

Only a powerful telepath
can do it

by communicating
with the brain itself.

Cue Billy D.

But the telepath
has to be amplified.

Which is why you're here,
Thomas.

See up there?
See up there, kiddo?

That's where you're going to,
the stars and back.

Right here. Right here.

That's right, kiddo.
I got you.

Oh, you beat me!

Hey, kiddo.

Open your eyes, son.

Hey, you blow the candles.

Happy birthday, kiddo.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, kiddo.
I love you, kiddo.

High five.

I don't think
I can do it, kiddo.

We did it.

Pop? You okay?

Now I am, son.

Now I am.

I thought we came
for the crystal.

I said we had to find it.

-And we did.

So, what is
that thing?

That's the flight data recorder
from the Tereshkova,isn't it?

What did you just do?

What does this have to do
with the Tereshkova?

I thought we were here
to save Billy D.'s life.

Don't get all sanctimonious
with me, girl.

The only reason you came
on this little adventure

was because I promised you
information

about what happened
to your parents.

I did what you wanted.

Now tell me why the New Portland
colony was attacked.

I wasn't expecting
an actual key.

You told me you were going
to tell me

what happened
to my parents.

I told you I would give you
the key to the mystery,

and I have.

But now you have to find
the lock.

When you do,

you'll know everything.

And you might be sorry
I ever gave that to you.

What's...?

Dad, I'm sorry
about all the things I said.

Until our minds merged,

I never realized how much
you really cared about me.

It's all right, son.

I just want the chance
to try to make up

for all the lost years.

Why don't we start tonight?

Let me and Atria take you
for a proper dinner.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

And then we'll go have dinner
with the fam.

I'll see you tonight, son?

You convince me
to do this

because you said
you were my friend, Jax.

-You know I am.
-No, you're not.

Was there anything you even
said to me that was true?

What?

You used me like you always do
to get what you wanted.

You don't care about whose lives
you put at risk to do that.

That's not what I...

I don't think I've ever seen you
this genuinely happy.

I've been put through hell
by you and the ETC.

But it's all been
worth it,

because I'm back together
with my son.

You're a free man, Billy D.

You fulfilled
your part of the bargain.

But I will be tasked
with other assignments

that'll require
a skilled telepath.

Sorry, but I'm out.

You're going to have to find
another sucker

to do your dirty work.

I already have.

Your son Thomas
has proved

he'll make an excellent
recruit.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I saw today that Thomas
has great potential.

With the proper
surgical enhancements,

he could even become
more powerful than you.

Welcome home, Jax.

Hey, Jax.

We're headed to dinner
with Billy D.

Want to come with?

I'm sure Jax already
has plans tonight.

Not tonight, thanks.

Okay.

Thomas, wait, I...

No! No!

What's wrong?

Thomas?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

-You saw something.
-No.

Nothing.

Let's...let's go, Atria.

I'll catch you later, gator.

Come on in, guys.

Dad, what are you doing?

What's it look like?

Packing.

Tierney and I have got to catch
the last shuttle to Las Venus,

because like
P.T. Barnum said,

there's a sucker
born every minute.

But I thought we were going
to have dinner together

and make up
for lost time.

Are you really
that stupid, son?

Look, I needed you
for the heist.

That's it.

People don't change.
You know that.

Okay, look, look, look.

Here is a credit.

Don't say I never
gave you anything, kiddo.

Thomas? Thomas!

I'm impressed you were able
to do that to your own son.

It's probably the most noble
thing you've ever done.

Too bad no one will ever know.

I keep working for you,

you stay the hell away
from my son.

That's the deal, right?

Yes. We have a deal.

He fooled me too,
honey.

Sometimes we want
to believe so much,

we convince ourselves
the lie is the truth.

My dad was lying to me.

I know. I'm sorry.

But that's not
what he was lying about.

He didn't mean
any of what he said,

and he's terrified
of Tierney.

What? How do you know that?

Because when he put this coin
in my hand, we connected.

He did some crazy mind dive
with me.

I love you, kiddo,

but you got to play along
right now.

I'm doing all this
for you.

It's all an act.

We don't have
much time.

Tierney is very dangerous.
You stay away from her.

And from me too.

I love you so much, son.
I always will.

But it's best that you
keep away from me.

I just need to know
you're safe.

You get the hell
out of here, all right?

Don't say I never gave you
anything, kiddo.

Oh, my gosh.

If that's all true,
we have to help him.

We will, I promise.

But I don't think there's
anything we can do right now.

But I have a strong feeling
we haven't seen the last

of Billy Dwayne Ross.