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- Come on, come on.

Move it, now.

- Opening door six.

- Get this to the vault.

- Send me a runner.

Take it to the vault.

- Tell my sister to meet me

in the vault room in five minutes.

- Yes, sir.

- Mm, nasty.

- This one to the main vault.

- Max.

Max, are you there?

Damn, where the hell are you?

- Right here, Sasha.

What have you got for me?

- Well, I know who your traitor is.

I passed him and Nash in the corridor.

- Stanley Berman.

- You knew?

If you knew this whole time,

what am I doing in this hell-hole?

- We needed confirmation.

You just gave it to us.

- Confirm this you son of a b--

- This way, Mr. Berman.

I know you're on the Governor's payroll, Mr. Berman,

but you're on my payroll too.

I pay you good money to get me information

about the Governor's plans,

and I'm not getting any information.

Why's that?

- Well, it's not as easy as it used to be, Mr. Nash.

We've tightened up on security recently.

- Do I detect a plan for you to get a raise?

Is that what this is about, Mr. Berman, huh?

- Oh, I could always do with a little extra, sure.

- Well, I hate to see my people be deprived.

So I'm gonna give you a bonus.

Huh, beautiful, aren't they?

- He asked you a question.

- Yeah, very, very, very beautiful.

- Nothing in this country is worth anything, anymore.

Money is just so much paper.

Gold's been devalued since they found

that mountain of it in Antarctica.

But these, everybody wants these.

Is that right, Mr. Berman?

- Yeah, yes.

- Just like you wanted my sister.

- No.

- You're telling me

that you haven't looked at her, wanted her?

- No, I swear.

- You never touched her?

- No.

- It's okay, you can tell him, he's my brother.

Tell him how you pleaded and begged

and how I finally gave you what you were after.

Me, all of me.

- You touched her?

Huh?

- No, I swear.

I never--

- What did you never?

You never told me you could trick him out of his money?

- No.

- You never whispered sweet nothings into my ear?

- No.

- You never planned his betrayal?

- No, she's lying.

- You call my sister a liar now?

- No, no--

- No?

- Ye, yes.

- You wanted her, just like you wanted my stones.

And you'd do anything to get her,

just like you'd do anything to get my stones.

Isn't that right? - No.

- Cheat--

- No, no.

- Steal, lie, Mr. Berman--

- I swear--

- Wouldn't you for a handful of those lie to me?

Lie to the Governor?

Lie to me about putting your filthy hands on my sister, huh?

- No, please.

- Now I just want to hear it from you one time,

just one time.

Did you lie to me?

- No, no.

- Why won't you say it?

- Huh, ah!

- Well, it doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter.

I know you're betraying me.

It's just very difficult for me to understand

with all the beautiful women I have working for me,

you choose my sister--

- No, I didn't, I swear.

- That's foolish, foolish.

But I'll tell you one thing,

I'm a man of my word.

I said I'm gonna give you a bonus.

And I'm gonna give you a bonus.

I'm gonna give you some memos.

- He looks like he bit of more than he could chew.

- You gotta choose your lovers a little more carefully.

- Lovers?

You think I'd give myself to a piece of garbage like that?

- Didn't you?

- He wanted me that's for sure.

- You're not answering the question.

- Don't be such a silly jealous fool.

You're the only man I love.

You know that?

It's been that way for as long as I can remember.

- Carla.

They were children's games and we've grown beyond that.

Haven't we?

- Speak to yourself.

- No!

You understand that?

- You won't have me and nobody else is good enough for me.

What exactly am I supposed to be doing here?

- What you're supposed to do is attend to business.

He was being investigated by the Governor

probably spilled his guts already.

- What now?

- What now is the location has been compromised.

So we shut it down, we move elsewhere.

We gather as many of the stones as we can

and we get the hell outta here.

- Cutters, polishers?

- Terminate their employment.

- Max.

- I'm here.

- Berman's dead.

Nash is on the move.

He's gonna kill everybody.

We have to do something.

- There's nothing you can do.

Get out of there now before you get caught in the raid.

- Raid, what raid?

- This is the police.

You are surrounded.

Put down your weapons

and come out with your hands in the air.

- Let's go forward, let's go!

Come on, go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- This is the police.

Put down your weapons

- Go, go, go!

Go, go, move.

- Yes, sir, I copy.

- Go, go, go!

- Come on, go!

- I will get even with the Governor for this night.

First I'll take away Los Angeles and then the whole country.

- You'll need an army.

- Well, we should be able to buy one with these.

- Nash's orders, boys, kill them.

Kill them all.

- My orders, drop dead.

- Let's move, let's get outta here.

- Let's go, let's go, go.

- Okay, ladies, hurry up, get the hell outta here.

- Freeze, keep it up, hold it right there.

You're out of here.

- All right, let's move.

Come on.

♪ I should've never ever fallen in love ♪

♪ I know that's well and true

♪ That the bomb was not true

♪ And every time

- If you are here, this must be a nightmare.

- Not a very nice thing to say to the man

who came to your rescue.

- You're also the man who got me

into the whole mess in the first place.

And I was doing pretty well rescuing myself.

Thank you very much.

- You were out cold.

How do you feel?

- Like somebody hit me over the head

with a baseball bat.

Did we get him?

- Oh, yes, we got him and his sister.

That's the good news.

- And the bad news?

- Yes, the bad news.

There was a one in a billion accident,

a micrometeorite,

no bigger than a golf ball

hit the side of the freighter carrying Nash and his sister

and half a dozen of their men to the penal colony of Argos.

- Holy shit!

- They took over the ship.

It wasn't difficult.

- So he escaped?

- Yes, he escaped.

It's a big cargo truck

something like the ones you used to captain.

- Small crew in the forward drive module,

couple of cargo handlers.

The rest is on auto.

- All right, clean up the mess and find that captain for me.

- Right you heard him.

- All right, let's do it.

I got this one.

Don't get any of that blood on me.

- He's a tough guy.

Pierce, give me a hand with this.

- Why are you staring at me like that?

I feel like a bug in a killing jar.

- We need your help again.

- For what?

I gave you Nash on a silver platter.

It's not my fault you lost him again.

We had a deal.

- You lost a ship full of colonists

outbounded to Vega.

You say it was an accident.

The court marshal tribunal said it was pilot error.

Held you responsible,

sentenced you to 10 years on Argos

and took away your license permanently.

- They took away my life

and you promised to get it back for me.

- I'm willing to do just that.

- How come I smell an if in there some where?

- No if.

I will not go back on my word.

- What can I do?

If Nash has a ship,

he's gonna be halfway to the outer planets by now.

- But he's not.

According to Governor Crombie,

he's on his way back here.

- It's good to see you, Governor.

- Max.

- Ha!

Governor,

its payback time, Governor.

You took something from me.

I'm gonna take something from you.

Now do you have any idea

what a mess a three million ton freighter

would make on a corner of Hollywood and vine.

It'd turn your fair city into Crombie's crater.

- Nash is gonna ram his ship into LA?

- Like I said, he's really pissed.

- I'm gonna shove this ship right down your throat.

- I don't negotiate with lunatics.

- Who said anything about negotiating?

- What am I supposed to do about it?

- Stop him.

- Stop him and just how the hell

am I supposed to do that?

- We want you to go in secretly.

But you'll need a cover story in case you run into Nash.

So we're sending you back to Argos

to serve out the rest of your sentence.

You're going in under deep cover, Sasha.

If you blow this one,

I might not be able to get you around.

It's one chance and one chance only.

- All right, fine.

What's in it for me?

- If you pull this one off,

I'll give you your heart's desire,

your license back, a ship of your own,

you'll fly again.

- All right, get to the point, Max.

- We're going to arrange an escape.

We've caught a plea bargain

for a couple of the long timers.

They've agreed to help.

They should be arriving on Argos just about now.

- Welcome to Argos, ladies.

- Are you as this good to the people

who work for you, Max?

- I try.

Put these two to work.

- Next.

Okay, next.

- Move it down there.

You're holding the line up.

Hold steady.

- You're done.

- Unlock gate three.

- You're new here, aren't you?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Come on.

What's the hold up?

- I think I found the weak link.

Unfortunately, it happens to be a woman.

- So what?

We have a 10-year reduction riding on us.

- You want me to romance the guard?

- Romancing is what you do best.

All I need to do is kill the power

without juice, the doors open automatically

it's a security precaution.

- Move it.

- She'll have a clear run to the shuttle bay.

- And once the alarms go off,

every guard in the place will be after her.

- Hey, we've all got our problems.

- They are going to know she had help.

- Maybe, but not who did the helping.

Lot of inmates on our rows.

- But what about the guard?

- If anyone found out she deserted her post,

her ass would be fried.

- Oh, yeah?

Whose ass is gonna be fried?

- Sasha?

- That's right.

- Can you prove your identity?

- Sure.

The same jerk that got the two of you into this set me.

His name is Max,

who also neglected to tell me

that new inmates are branded like a slap of grade A beef.

- That's the guy, all right.

- If you two have concocted some sort of plan,

let's get to it, all right?

- Follow me.

- You have any idea of what you're doing?

- Raising hell.

- Oh, oh, probably just a false alarm.

- Uh, no, I must go.

- Go on, you two get outta here.

And thanks.

- Sure.

- And, Sasha, we're going to supply you

with a tracking transponder.

You'll land on that ship during the sleep period.

We've made sure of that.

Drop the transponder on the bridge

and get the hell out of there.

Leave the rest of it to us.

When Nash took over the ship,

it was being captained by a deadly

space jockey named Dan Harper.

And Harper hasn't responded to any of our out hails.

We think he's working for Nash.

The point is you're going to need Harper's override key

to access the bridge computer.

If he doesn't cooperate, you'll have to kill him.

- Awfully messy that way.

You should put a pillow over my head first.

Who the hell are you?

- It's irrelevant.

I need your override key for the bridge computer.

- You're not one of Nash's goons.

- Give the lesser a prize.

The key, now.

- It's in my shirt.

- Well, get it.

- Hell of a way to wake up a guy

from a drunken stupor.

- A drunk and a comedian.

Just get the key.

- Ouch!

- Look, lady,

I'm really not in the mood for this, you know?

My nerve is shot, my ship has been hijacked

by a lunatic and a bunch of his buddies.

I'm out of vodka.

I'm almost out of scotch and now you show up.

You got 10 seconds to tell me who you are.

What the hell are you doing here?

- And if I don't?

- Then I start examining your carotid artery,

up close and personal.

Now talk.

- My name is Sasha Burns

and I was sent here to stop Nash.

- All by yourself?

- Yes.

- And how're you gonna do that?

- I'm supposed to plant a transponder.

- That's why you wanted the key?

So you can track the ship and blow it up with me on it?

- Something like that.

- How did you get on board?

- I flew my ship up through your particle wake.

- You're a pilot?

- The best.

- Mm-hmm.

Did you dock in the rear emergency hatch?

- Yes.

- Not much of a rescue mission.

I guess you'll do.

- Gee thanks.

- Look, Sasha, whatever your name is,

Nash is wiring the ship with lot of ton of explosives.

When he's ready,

he's gonna blow the half section,

send it down into LA.

Then he's gonna use the forward section to escape.

- He's crazy.

- Good guess.

But I don't plan on being on this ship when that happens.

I'm a survivor not a hero.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- It means if they find you on board, we're history.

We're gonna have to hurry up.

- Hurry?

- There's a proximity alert light on a console.

You tripped it when you docked.

Hell, it's too late.

Just wait here.

I'll be back.

What the hell's going on?

- Why don't you tell me?

- It's a proximity alert.

- Which means?

- It means the ship is coming in close proximity

with something like a meteorite or space junk,

that kind of stuff.

- Could it be another ship?

- Sometimes.

- Then it could be one of Crombie's ships.

- I doubt it.

- Why, why, why do you doubt it?

- 'Cause if Crombie had sent a ship with space troopers,

you wouldn't be sitting here on this bridge

talking to me, would you?

- Right, your point's made.

How long has that light been flashing?

- It's hard to tell.

Maybe over an hour.

- An hour?

That's the way you check it just an hour?

- We don't have the instruments for that kind of stuff.

This is a class D freighter, not a space yacht.

- Yeah, a class D freighter

and a class D captain to go with it.

- You want to fly this bucket, sweetheart?

Be my guest.

- Whoa, whoa, let's just calm down here.

- Well, tell your sweet sister to stay out of my face.

- Look, just forget that.

Let's get down here.

Now don't you have a recorder

or something like that on this?

- Yeah, but it's pretty basic.

- That's all right.

Why don't you sit down, captain, we'll just check it?

Okay?

- Well, it's probably one of your goons

in the back hole tripped the alarm.

- Harper, what my goons did doesn't concern you.

- Got it.

- What is it?

- It's a ghost in the particle wake.

It's nothing to worry about it.

It happens in a lot of these old ships.

- Listen, pal, I don't believe in ghosts,

especially ones that set off alarms.

- Ghosts, phantom, shadows, you call them what you like.

Whatever it is, it's not real.

- The cause of the ghost?

- I don't think you would understand.

- Try me.

I might surprise you.

- The energy pulses from the main drive unit

sometimes causes eddies in the particle stream.

Too many eddies and you got a ghost,

the kind that does set off alarms.

- Could we just forget about this for now?

How much longer till we hit the earth orbit?

- Five hours.

- Five hours.

- Of course if I fiddle with the engines

it might not take us that long.

- Fiddle?

- Fiddle.

Adjust.

Tinker.

- Yeah, I know.

- Will that save us time?

How much?

- Maybe an hour.

- It's worth a shot, go ahead.

Do it, try it.

- Well, what happened?

- Well, I covered your ass for a little while.

Mine too.

- And what about the transponder?

- No way.

Carla watches me like a hawk every time on the bridge.

There's not gonna be another sleep period

until we get into the earth orbit.

That's not gonna happen.

- Huh.

Yeah, well, even if there was another way,

I don't think you'd be in any condition to help.

- Do you think I'm a drunk?

- If the shoe fits.

- Lady, I haven't been drunk in three years.

And lord knows I've tried.

I only get a little numb around the edges, that's all.

- You were drunk when your daughter died.

- Is that what they told you?

- Yeah, that's what they told me.

There was a reactor overload

and you were too drunk to notice it.

- They didn't tell you that the company

I was piloting for was so cheap.

That they hadn't fixed the reactor back up, did they?

- No.

- Did they tell you there was no warning?

No alarm system.

- No.

- I was fixing a busted coolant pipe

in the forward section when the reactor blew.

I tried to get to Rena and Jenny, my little girl.

But it was too late.

I didn't start drinking till after that accident,

when everything in the world

that I really cared about was gone.

Now you can call that slow suicide if you want.

But I just really don't give a damn.

It's just not a whole hell of a lot to live for

as far as I am concerned.

- So that's it, you're just giving up?

- That's it.

- Well, may be that's it for you.

But I'm not ready to die yet.

Thank you very much.

I thought you said you were a survivor.

- I am a realist, drunk or a sober.

I told you there's no way

I'm getting that transponder on the bridge.

I want you to just get out of here

while you have a chance.

- Wait a minute.

If this is a D class freighter,

then there's got to be an auxiliary engineering control.

- Sure, but so what?

- If I can get the transponder

to the mainframe computer then,

well, you can steer the ship from there, right?

- It has to be done simultaneously.

The override's got to be initiated at the exact moment

that the transponder is linked to the mainframe.

- Okay, so what's the problem?

You do the reprogramming and I'll insert the transponder.

- Great plan except for a couple of problems.

- Such as?

- In the first place, Nash has got his goons

running all over the ship.

You're gonna have to get it in through

the old maintenance shaft.

- Okay, and in the second place?

- The mainframe is one of the old models.

It's kept in a glycerin super cool tank.

You jump in there and your lifespan

is gonna be about 60 seconds.

- Well, then I guess I have

to do it in less than 60 seconds.

- You're crazy.

- You wouldn't be the first person to tell me that.

- I guess that really is the only option, isn't it?

- Yeah.

So you turn the key

and I simultaneously open the door.

- Haul ass, boys,

Nash says we got to get this stuff up

to the forward section as quickly as possible.

Nice work, Congo.

Why don't you just blow us all up, huh?

- Maybe, you should help us so that

we could get outta here a little faster.

- I'm keeping guard here, besides I'm management.

- That's not what the judge called you.

- Well, at least I didn't get caught

breaking into a funeral home

and fooling around with the stiffs.

Now, why don't you see

if you could find some dead nails?

- Sure.

Well, well, well, how did we miss a pretty thing like you?

I don't think so.

Karate 9th degree black belt.

- All right, don't come any closer.

I'm warning you.

- TaeKwonDo 7th Dan.

- I don't wanna have to hurt you.

I don't wanna fight.

- Suits me.

I'll kill you first,

and then I'll have a little fun with you.

Yeah!

- DuPont nine millimeter.

- How much left?

- I reckon another couple of trips should do it.

We got enough of this stuff

to blow this here tub to smithereens.

And enough guns for a small army.

- Well, a small army is all we're gonna need

when I'm finished with Crombie.

Once LA is gone,

it's who has the most guns who wins.

And that's gonna be us, Beans.

- What about boys to fire them?

- You know, I've been thinking about that.

What do you think about recruiting some of those

fine young fellows at that new prison

they built in Versa Verde?

But first, I gotta get my stash so we can finance them.

Now we only got a few hours until we separate.

You got to keep these men moving, okay?

- Yes, siree.

- Life would've been easier in Argos.

- Yeah, hijacking is about shooting and killing.

- Just get the rest of this stuff.

- All right, give me a hand.

- I'm gonna look for Brewster.

- He's probably sleeping somewhere.

- Lazy bastard.

- Look who's talking.

- Brewster?

- Must be time for your check up, old gal.

- Brewster.

Brewster.

Brewster, where the hell are you, boy?

Mr. Nash,

we gotta a situation here.

- How many Crombie's people are we dealing with?

- Can't say for sure.

You could had a whole lot of people

on a ship this size.

But maybe we're worrying for nothing.

- Oh, for nothing.

Well, why don't you tell Brewster that?

- Stowaways may be ran into Brewster,

panicked, killed him.

- No one in their right mind is gonna stowaway

in a piece of garbage like this.

- She's right.

So who the hell are we dealing with?

- That alarm.

Harper said it was a ghost.

I think it was real.

- What are you saying, Harper lied to me?

- It's starting to look that way.

- Uh, you bring that son of a bitch to me right now.

And tell everyone else to keep looking

for whoever snuck on my ship.

- He gets us to shift more explosives

and I'll kill him myself.

- Nash is really pissed.

Congo, you go check metal B.

- Right.

- McBain, Garner, Brinkley, y'all come with me.

- That's him.

Revenge is sweet.

Governor, uh, I'm just calling to say

your little trick didn't work.

We know your people are on board.

- Don't be ridiculous.

We didn't put anyone on board your ship.

- All right, have it your own way.

I just want you to know that I'm on to you.

I'm on to you.

- You're so angry when you're tense.

- Don't be disgusting.

- Mmm, I'm only helping ease the tension.

I could help it more if you want me to.

- Wasn't Berman enough for you?

- Hmm.

Berman was nothing.

I need a real man.

- I got too much to think about.

- Such as?

- Such as taking back what's mine.

- With me at your side like always.

- Yeah, like always.

- Mr. Nash?

Mr. Nash?

- What is it, Bean?

- We found a shuttle with Governor

Hawkins in the emergence bay.

- It's Crombie's man.

- Where is he now?

- From the looks of things, I think he went into

the service shaft.

- Find him.

I want to see that shuttle.

- Finally.

- Only one person.

That chair hasn't been used in a while.

I wonder what Crombie is up to?

It's smaller than me.

I think our intruder is a woman.

- A woman?

A single agent trying to stop us.

How?

- Sabotage.

- Ah, this is a long distance cargo freighter.

What could a saboteur do?

- Well, she could kill us one by one.

- They send in a team, never one person.

- A bomb?

- You need a ton of explosives to slow this down.

That's gotta be something basic simple,

a one-woman job.

- Mm-hmm.

- All right, there's no time like the present.

- 60 seconds, no more.

What is she doing in there?

Yeah, she did it.

- Brinkley, you in here?

Son of a bitch.

- Son of a bitch.

- Jumpin' Jesus.

- Did she do any damage?

- Only to Brinkley.

She was probably hiding in there

when he checked the room.

- The computer, did she tamper with it?

- Hardly.

The woman couldn't stay under long enough

to do any damage.

- Bean?

- Yes, sir.

- When you find this woman, I do not want her harmed.

Not a bruise, not a bloody nose, nothing.

If she suffers any pain, and believe me, Bean,

she will suffer pain, it's inflicted solely by me.

Is that understood?

- Yes, sir.

- Could somebody please find Harper for me?

- Sir.

- What the hell's taking her so long?

That damn thing is getting close

and there's still no transponder signal.

- If she can't plant the transponder,

she takes out the captain.

- Has she got what it takes to do something like that?

- Sasha has no choice.

- Put the weapon down on the floor.

Put it down.

You just back right on over there.

- What choice do we have if your agent fails?

Millions of lives are at stake here.

- I am aware of that, Governor.

And so is Sasha.

- You gonna shoot me or what?

- No, ma'am.

Never shoot a defenseless woman.

We got other ways to keep womenfolk in line.

First Brewster, then the others, you're good.

But are you good enough for me?

You are bold, lady.

- Get used to it.

- Now you got me real riled up.

- All right, I give up.

- I take prisoners.

- If the worst comes to the worst you can always evacuate.

- And cause wholesale panic?

Perhaps, without a cause.

- Then you'll just have to wait it out with the rest of us.

And pray that Sasha succeeds.

I suggest you arm the missiles.

- What's the point?

- That ship's not coming anywhere near White Sands.

It's coming here.

- We've got contact, sir.

- How long before it gets here?

- Two hours.

Maybe less.

- Arm the missiles.

Sasha will come through for us.

- She's coming this way.

Come on.

- Governor, arm the missiles.

- Do it.

- Arming all war-heads,

prepping silo doors.

- I've been looking for you.

Move it.

- Come on.

- Ah!

- Hold your fire, explosives.

- You see her?

Where did she go?

- Down there.

Go.

- Thanks.

- Did we do it?

- Yeah, except something went wrong.

- Delayed action?

- Maybe.

Circuits on this old tub are so shot that

it's just not registering.

- You wouldn't happen to have a plan B

lying around, would you?

- Sure.

You could change the course of the ship

at my personal terminal.

All you gotta do is lodge in my key card.

It's so simple, anybody with a death wish can do it.

- Why didn't we just do that in the first place?

- Nash is insane.

He's not stupid.

First thing he did after he hijacked the ship

was to get my terminal and put it in his quarters.

- Well, then I'm just gonna have

to go to his quarters, aren't I?

Piece of cake after swimming around in that glycerin tank.

- You think he's just gonna hand it to you?

- I'll charm it out of him.

- You're out of your mind.

- Tell me about it.

- What's wrong?

- I hate opera.

- A mysterious intruder.

- Hmm.

Conrad Nash, the famous hardened criminal.

You know, you should have your own news show

because you're all over the TV.

You're quite an inspiration.

- So you decided to give up.

And tell me that this thing with Crombie

was just a failure.

- The Governor?

What does he have to do with anything?

I escaped off of the Argos penal colony

where you were supposed to be headed.

I am pissed, I am tired,

and people have been shooting at me all day.

So believe me, I'm in no mood

for these light-hearted antics.

And if you try anything with that razor,

I'll shoot your hand off at the wrist.

- Whoa, ho, ho, ho, ho.

You're touchy.

- Mm, tell me about it.

- Well, what's a fugitive from justice doing

sneaking on my ship and killing my people?

- Well, in the first place, I didn't sneak on your ship.

I came on, on purpose.

I only started killing your men out of self defense.

They seem to have this little problem with shooting first

and asking questions later.

- So you expect me to believe

you came on my ship on purpose?

- Yeah, well, you see, your ship was the closest

and I needed a place to hide out until things cooled off.

- So how does a pretty thing like you get stuck on Argos?

- Smuggling, 18 counts, you name it.

Anything for a buck.

- Mm, I don't believe you.

How am I supposed to believe a story like that?

- Well, it's not a story, it's the truth.

- The truth is for fools.

- Not having back up is for fools.

- I like your style.

- Mm, thanks a lot.

Now you believe me?

- No, I need more proof.

- Sorry I'm fresh out.

- No, no, you're not.

You just escaped from Argos, huh?

- You didn't know I trained as a nurse, did you?

- Not the first thing that comes to mind, no.

- Some people say I have a wonderful bedside manner.

It's not as bad as I thought.

- Feels like she hit me with a pile driver.

- Well, lucky for you, it wasn't two inches

more to the left.

You'd be a dead man.

My brother would be very angry

if he knew I was touching you like this.

He doesn't like me touching any man.

He calls it being protective.

I call it something else.

- Maybe he needs therapy.

Maybe you both need therapy.

- Sensitive?

- A bit.

- She doesn't have a light touch, does she?

- Have you found her yet?

- No, but we will.

Do you have any idea who she is?

- I only saw her for a second.

Then she hit me and then she shot me.

- Mm.

- I woke up here.

- I see.

What exactly were you doing in engineering?

- What your brother asked me to do,

trying to get some more speed out of the engines.

- I see.

- Congo said you and your brother asked for me.

- Did he say why?

- Nope.

- Do you know why?

- I don't have any idea.

- The ghost in the particle wake, remember?

- So?

- So why didn't you know about it?

- Like I said, next time you hijack a ship,

hijack one that has better instruments than this one.

- Maybe you knew about it.

Maybe you thought she was coming to rescue you.

- She shot me, right?

That's a hell of a rescue.

- All right,

go on with your story.

- Congo and I were going down the hall

and the ceiling just fell out.

And there she was, in front of us.

That's about it.

- And she almost killed him and on you, all by herself.

That's one tough lady.

- Maybe you two should get together sometime.

- You can count on it.

- She's running out of time.

And so are we.

Maybe evacuation was a possibility before,

but that option's gone now.

- Fire the missiles.

- They're all I've got.

If she doesn't plant the transponder--

- If she doesn't plant the transponder

we're all dead anyway.

Fire the damned missiles.

- Fire.

- Attention, this is launch control.

Firing sequence is initiated.

- Bird's away.

- How long?

- 37 minutes to the target coordinates.

- It's not going to work.

We're doomed.

- Don't worry, Governor.

It'll work.

- If the ship is on target when the missiles arrive.

If not, they'll miss by a mile

and we can kiss LA good bye.

That's an if you're gonna be responsible for, Max.

You and me, both.

- Don't worry, Governor.

I'm well aware of my responsibilities.

Win or lose, I'm here till the end.

- So you are who you say you are.

Very impressive.

- Didn't have much of a choice

unlike your friend Mr. Harper there.

- What about him?

- I don't know who he's working for, Mr. Nash

but it certainly isn't you.

He knew that I docked with the ship,

but he didn't say a word to anyone, did he?

- No.

- And the big guy?

The captain shot him, it wasn't me.

- Sir, I'm detecting a course change

in the Unitransco.

She's turning.

- He actually said that he could fly this ship anywhere

and you would never even know the difference.

- That's very interesting 'cause that's exactly

what my sister said you were trying to do.

- Oh, did she?

I tried to get to the bridge to warn you.

- I'm gonna kill the bastard.

- Why don't you let me do that for you?

That way I can see if the ship is steering off course

and I can fix it.

Do we have a deal?

- Deal.

What kind of a reward can I give you, hmm?

- Mm, I love negotiating the fine points.

- She shot you point blank.

You should be a dead man.

- Yeah, like you said, she's a lousy shot.

- Lucky for you.

But her luck's running out.

- Mm-mm, oh, save a little bit for later.

We still have business to attend.

Do you remember?

- Yeah.

- Bird's still on course.

- Say hello to our intruder.

She surrendered on her own.

- It looks as though you're the one who surrendered.

- Appearances can be deceiving.

Sasha's not the enemy here.

- Sasha.

You're on a first name basis?

What's next?

Turning us in to Crombie?

- I told you, she's not the enemy.

He is.

- Don't be an idiot.

He took a bullet for us, one that she fired.

Not to mention all of the men that she picked off,

one by one.

- She's one of us.

She escaped from the penal colony on Argos.

She actually stole the warden's shuttle.

A shuttle he neglected to tell us about.

- I don't believe that.

- I saw the proof with my own eyes.

- Why don't you let me finish what I started?

Thank you.

Well,

say your prayers Danny boy.

Go.

- Little bitch.

She ruined everything.

- We can't even separate the cargo hold.

- Well, we can't do anything.

She's steering us to White Sands.

Crombie has missiles there.

We'll never make LA.

- We got a thug in front of us

and Nash and Carla behind us now.

- There's no way that I'm staying on this hunk-a-junk.

- You're not leaving!

- One way or another, I am getting on that ship--

- You're not leaving.

You're a traitor!

- No, a survivor.

Now it's time to play hard ball.

Come on.

We made it.

- Collision alert, three minutes to impact.

- Collision of what?

- Crombie's missiles.

- Let's get the hell out of here.

- Check the reserve.

- It's gone too.

We're screwed.

- Maybe not.

Come on.

Here, cover me.

- What're you doing?

- Bypassing ignition.

Here.

Come on.

- Collision alert, one minute to impact.

- I'm the only man that you'll ever need.

- Sorry about shooting you.

- You did have me worried there.

- Collision alert, evasive action.

Collision alert, evasive action.

- 10 seconds to impact.

Crater is still docked to the ship, sir.

- Well, at least your buddy Max kept his promise.

Got your ship and you home.

- Ah, when he said ship I thought it meant

something that actually had engines.

It's gonna take us months to get this ship

into the regal colony.

What're you doing?

- You said we had months.

I'm finishing something we started a long time ago.

- Finish what?

Ah, oh, finish that.