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It is said that those who venture into White Space

are cleansed of all impurities,

both mind and body.

No disease...

...no suffering.

Absolute clarity.

But the key to White Space...

resides in its celestial guardian,

Tien Lung.

Those who attempt to pass

will be met with vicious resistance.

But I do not seek entry.

I seek revenge.

Captain, you hit the mate.

Damn it!

She's blocking Ten Lung.

I'm gonna put her down.

Attack the neck where she's weak.

It'll be quick.

Here we go.

You got his attention now, Hawth.

Circle back.

Once I've hooked him, get back to the ship.

He'll lead us straight into White Space.

Pull up now!

You're not getting away this time.

Captain, did you lock him down?

Bentley! Get out of there!

Activate paging beacon.

Bentley!

Space.

The final frontier in food supply.

We here at Ambercorp

are committed to working

with the Mining and Fishing Federation

to bring you the freshest,

parasite-free food

harvested from the deep cosmos.

Now, if you have an appetite for clicker,

or a much more refined taste for celbaleen ambergris,

remember...

AmberCorp.

The name you can trust.

Comm-link to Zenith command.

Go.

This is the place.

Hyperian Delights.

Our boy should be inside.

Hm.

All the celbaleen ambergris,

crawling with these.

My people call them Feng-Cuowu,

crazy bug.

I call it a life sentence.

There's a guard at the door.

I'll pull up the details on our friend here.

This has all the latest sightings?

Everywhere Ten Lung has appeared and disappeared.

Maybe even into White Space.

Why paper?

Anything electronic has a tracking signature.

Paper can't be traced.

Boomer tricks of the trade.

You can read it, I hope.

I'll manage.

Stop.

Chen Li.

Real sweetheart.

Rap sheet a mile long.

Assault, larceny,

piracy, etcetera.

Be careful and stay out of sight.

You deliver Ten Lung without ICE entanglements,

you'll bank five seasons worth of hauls for it.

The Essex has solid harpoons,

she'll take Ten Lung down.

You'll need them.

They say energy weapons don't affect it.

You know,

I've always had the greatest respect

for your father.

He always spoke very highly of you.

So why are you setting us up?

I don't understand.

Why is ICE watching us...

the same night you show up?

Well, I have...

Desperate times.

Get it out.

I'm hearing fire.

Break off, I'll call in backup.

The Interstellar Conservation Enforcement

is recruiting the best and the brightest

to serve at home, in orbit, or in deep space.

ICE, protect without limits.

Enlist at your nearest recruitment center.

Zenith, this is interstellar fishing vessel

Essex, 7-C-S.

Standing by.

Essex, this is Zenith control.

Please continue to standby.

Copy.

You're all clear for dock three.

Boarding details?

Your Mining and Fishing escort will be waiting

along with your supply order.

Control out.

And that's your cover.

If anybody goes digging,

your ICE records have been wiped clean.

We'll be able to stay in contact about 80 mega-clicks out,

but after that,

all transmissions will have to come

from the main communications deck.

You get in a bind,

you locate the ship's beacon, you activate it.

Happy hunting.

And keep your ass alive.

Do you think going into White Space could cure her?

She thinks so.

Hey, we're heading home after one more harvest.

We need a babysitter now.

New rules.

It's gonna be some bleeding heart.

Yeah, it probably got a ponytail.

The ship will smell like patchouli oil.

As if Stubs wasn't bad enough.

We pick him up, show him one haul

and drop his ass off.

Lynn Navarro.

I'm your MFF escort.

Captain Richard Bentley.

Owen Bentley.

The Captain's younger, better looking brother.

A pleasure to meet you both.

Why don't you take care of Miss Navarro?

You can call me Lynn.

You can call me Captain.

She's all yours.

Aye, aye, Captain.

He's like sandpaper,

he'll wear off on you after a while.

Come on.

Stubs will grab your bag with the supplies.

And there he is now.

Hey.

He's a real lady killer.

I'll give you a quick tour.

All the hallways kinda look the same.

These stairs lead to the main deck.

Zenith control to Essex,

prepare for descent.

Engage thrusters.

Beginning countdown.

This is the Essex on dock.

Up and running. Standing by for clearance.

Launch sequence, activated.

I can't believe they're sticking us

with a chaperone.

This ain't the prom.

The boys may be happy about it.

What is she, easy?

Easy on the eyes.

Let's blow this Taco stand.

We're like a dysfunctional family,

fighting over one shared bathroom.

But you do get your own locker,

right next to me.

"Boo-Boo"?

There you go. Flick, flick, flick.

Flush.

Flush right down the toilet, son.

- Full boat. - Goddamn it, old man.

Fucking sharkin' me man.

So how long have you guys been together?

Past three or four years.

Is that a cry tube?

It was, now it's a fridge.

This is Lynn, our Mining and Fishing escort.

Stay away from my pots, my pan,

and my man.

We'll get along like two peas in a pod.

Batali, our cook.

And resident poet.

She wasn't kidding. She's only got one pan.

Ship's an old Russian harpooner,

built before hyperspeed,

when people had to sleep for deep-space travel.

But we've pretty much retro-fitted the whole thing.

Boo-boo!

Hey, Boo-Boo.

Nice touch with the locker, guys.

Payback's a bitch.

Hey, don't blame me.

I ain't the load that should have been swallowed.

Uh, this is our pilot, Ragsland.

Rags, this is our escort, Lynn.

The Neanderthal is Harpo.

And last but not least,

our first mate, Ben Hawthorne.

He served with my dad on the Acushnet.

Iris scan initiating.

Accessing medical records.

Lynn.

Here's the download on the crew members.

You got a real circus act out there.

Let's start with William Stubniski.

Two counts of felony vandalism.

He fell asleep with a plasma cutter,

blowing a couple of fuel rods

and destroying a cargo ship.

First mate Benjamin Hawthorne.

Honorable discharge, but did a stint for poaching.

After serving on the Acushnet,

it seems he developed a guilty conscience

along with a drinking habit.

Then we have the captain's little brother,

Owen Bentley.

He was a hotshot pod pilot

until his maverick attitude forced him into civilian life.

Oh, this one's good.

Piper Batali.

Three convictions for assault

with a frying pan.

Let's just say she's the jealous type.

Which isn't too good for her boyfriend, James Harpo.

He owes massive gambling debts

and is gonna need a huge catch to pay it all off.

Then you have Sarah Ragsland.

She was on her way to a court martial,

until rumors of affairs

with several high-ranking officers surfaced.

Suddenly, this little bunny hopped her way

right into pilot school.

Last but not least is our good friend,

Captain Richard Bentley.

Highly decorated

and finished top of his class in Aviation and Stellar mappin.

Unfortunately for him,

he has anger management issues

and was dishonorable discharged

after knocking his commanding officer out col.

You're betting a lot on a legend.

But I hope you find

what you're looking for out there.

♪ Oh give me a home ♪

♪ Where the crustaceans roam ♪

♪ And the galaxy's full Of whiskey ♪

Ah, geez. It's this song again?

I think you missed your calling, Uncle Ben.

What is that, in F minor?

Come on, come on, come on.

That's it. Yeah, that's it. Come on.

Come to poppa.

What are the rocks for?

They're mineral-rich, the clickers love 'em.

The smaller ones get zip-locked inside.

The big boys, we have to use some muscle.

I thought for sure you suits at M-F-F

would at least know what you're monitoring.

Owen, you're breaking formation.

Bring home the guppies, boys.

I'm getting a real catch.

Damn it, Owen.

Take the haul to the loading dock.

Goddamn it.

All right, Captain.

What the hell is that?

Captain, I'm catching something really big.

Thirty clicks starboard.

Get them back inside.

Harpo, come on. Let's go.

Guys, Boo-Boo's pod is dead in the water.

Up, up, up.

Pitch the bow.

Triangulate off Owen's pod.

I need a clean shot from the main harpoon.

Rags, reel 'em in now.

Systems failure.

Holy shit.

Activate tag.

Fire!

What the fuck?

Captain.

Are you seeing this?

Ten Lung.

Over there.

Hang on, Owen.

Okay, there it is. There it is.

Careful, careful, careful.

- Owen, you all right? - We've got him.

Hyperdrive systems down.

Boo-Boo made a boo-boo.

Stay in formation next time.

You all right, Boo-Boo?

I'm freezing.

Oh, and I'm fucking starving.

Good job, Batali.

- Thank you. - Thank you, baby.

Thanks, Bat.

What're you carving there, man?

I won't know till it's finished.

That was no normal celbaleen.

That thing was huge.

Six months back,

AmberCorp received a broken transmission

just outside the Hyperion star system.

They spotted a celbaleen five times larger than normal.

Transmission went out after that.

They tried locating the paging beacon, but...

nothing.

It's like the ship vanished.

A lot of shit goes wrong up here.

Probably got lost in a nebula storm.

There you go, there you go.

They found Tianlong.

You mean Ten Lung.

No. Tianlong.

The Chinese celestial dragon

that guards the gates of heaven.

Up here, he's called Ten Lung.

They probably bagged it,

tagged it and sold it to the highest bidder.

I wouldn't want to show my face again, either.

Or they entered White Space.

That's a bullshit theory.

White Space is just white holes.

If black holes exist, why not white?

An entrance needs an exit, Captain.

Back to reality.

Best haul we've had in three seasons.

Your hunches about a star system finally paid off, huh?

To the captain!

Nice job, boys.

The clickers follow the ambergris

that the celbaleens secrete.

You track that...

you double your load.

Oh, shit. I'm down for that.

Uh-uh. We've got enough.

Let's go home, baby.

Tell you what,

first round on solid ground is on me.

I could do a pub crawl, eh?

How about you, Stubsy?

What's the first thing you're gonna do

when you get back?

Eat until I get tired...

Sleep until I get hungry.

So, nothing different from now, right?

Looks like we're taking you home, Miss Navarro.

Yo, pass the lemon juice.

Easy down with that.

We need to talk, Captain.

Get the door.

Talk.

We got a big payday out there,

why the hell we going home?

You want that wacko looking over your shoulder?

A celestial dragon that guards the gates of heaven?

Come on.

We're dropping her off, then we'll head back out.

All right.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Hope that won't cut into your alone time with Bat.

She'll get over it.

Hey, Harpo.

Yeah?

Keep this between us.

No problem.

Access granted.

The course of the Essex transmitting.

Nothing to report yet.

Uploading.

We're in deep.

The, uh...

edge of the Hyperion star system.

The furthest depths of the galaxy.

All this time searching...

I'm so close to White Space.

Nothing's gonna stop me,

Not even Ten Lung.

He's, uh...

He's as big as they say

and mean as a son of a bitch.

But, um...

a captain never loses sight of the mission at hand.

You need some help, buddy?

I can do it myself.

Here.

What's this?

It's your birthday present.

Better late than never, right?

You tell Owen...

that I'm bringing him the hide

of the biggest, baddest celbaleen

to ever roam these stars.

And, um...

take care of your mom for me, okay?

Captain.

Two ships.

A patrol? This far out?

Too small.

They're moving in fast.

Run like hell.

You got it.

Unidentified vessel approachin.

Jesus, turn these things off.

You're gonna give me a seizure.

Boomers are gaining on us.

Never seen a Boomer before.

Well, don't say I never got you anything.

Attention!

Boomers on our bow.

Prepare for company.

Dump the empty crates and let 'em chase 'em.

That'll just piss them off.

They'll catch us eventually.

This is our only choice.

Docking sequence activated.

Boomers? He means pirates?

Fuckin' academy didn't waste any time training you, did they?

Follow me.

Unless you enjoy being raped.

Electromagnet activated.

This is not a drill.

I was wondering where this went.

All right, two, three.

What're we doing?

You're hiding.

Let's go, get your asses in here.

Are you kidding me?

I'm not letting anyone take it.

What're you waiting on?

Whoa!

Put that away before you get someone killed!

Nobody moves unless you hear the order from me.

Got that?

Don't touch it.

This is gonna be cozy.

Ssh.

Permission to come aboard.

We forgot the gift baskets.

Here, hold this, Lieutenant.

I'm betting you've spent a fair amount

of years up here, haven't you, old man?

Which ship did you sail on before this shit box?

The Acushnet.

Oh!

And someone lives to tell the tale.

Good harvest this year, Captain?

I've had better.

Well, space isn't what it used to be, is it?

I'm always complaining to my boys

how these star systems have been overharvested nowadays.

Trying times.

People gotta eat,

price of a clicker at an all-time high.

We manage.

It would appear so.

And where are my manners?

Well.

And this is?

She's our MFF escort.

You can imagine how these long jags...

roughen a man's edges.

Civility's thrown right out the porthole...

You know where our haul is. Take it and go...

Owen!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Illegal transporting, piracy, theft.

Do you want to add a section nine, assault?

Oh, you sure know your penal codes.

Isn't this a fishing vessel?

Something definitely smells fishy.

So you have an ICE Queen on board?

I guess we do.

Boys.

Take it all.

Well, it has been a pleasure, Captain.

You got what you came for.

Just go.

Well, we should all do this again,

real soon.

Tag it.

What the fuck is an ICE agent doing on my ship?

- You gonna help him? - I'm fine.

- I want answers. - Dumb bitch.

She must have sent out a transmission with our course.

You might as well have left a blood trail for sharks.

- Lock her up. - What?

- My pleasure. - Rich, come on.

- Hey, maybe we should... - Shut the fuck up, Stubs.

You're making a huge mistake.

Oh, you come on my ship, lie about who you are,

put the entire crew at risk,

and I'm making a mistake?

Pirates are gonna be the last thing

you're worried about.

Get her out of here.

Now, we all get a number nine.

Their ship's tagged.

If they send a signal from anywhere,

we'll track them.

Excellent.

I just spent the last nine months

getting my ass hauled across the galaxy.

Only to be cleaned out

by a bunch of fucking buccaneers.

That's all they left us.

Where'd you get that?

It's not my first rodeo.

We got two options.

Go home-empty handed...

or get the grand prize.

We take down Ten Lung.

You salty bastard.

Guys, we have an undercover ICE agent locked up.

She's right.

I mean, you expect to get a 16-ton

nearly extinct creature across customs?

With what?

A wink and a nod?

Look, we've been stuck in this tin can for months

fighting for scraps.

And now we don't even have that.

I have a guy that will give us

five seasons worth of hauls for this thing.

Think about that.

Early retirement.

No more cooking for this bunch.

Your own ship.

Not having to lift a finger.

Never ending happy hour.

Taking down a legend.

All right.

But if we do this,

we gotta get some clicks or we're gonna starve.

And, Stubs,

you need to get the damn hyperspeed up.

You need to do something, too.

You got something on your mind?

A galaxy this big...

what are the odds?

A billion to one,

this is the same one that killed your dad?

Oh, it's Ten Lung.

And you know it.

The only thing I do know for sure

is we're still alive.

I can't say the same about your father.

We all have our crosses to bear.

Either way...

I'm there to the end.

Hey.

Just wanted to thank you for my leg and all.

You're welcome...

Boo-boo.

What're you doing here?

A few months ago,

some scumbag poacher claimed to have found Tianlong.

The only clue I had was a star system.

So I began tracking

each sighting within that star system.

And there's only one ship

that follows that same course.

The Essex.

Where did you go?

What'd you get for me?

She's got some interesting theories.

- About? - I'm your brother.

Why didn't you fucking tell me?

This is the one that killed dad.

Don't you want this thing dead?

The crew didn't sign up for this.

Or the past three seasons on your personal quest.

Ambergris.

That's worth more than the haul we lost.

We round up enough of it, and we're heading home.

We head home when I say we head home.

It's leaving a trail for us to follow.

It's leaving bait.

All systems launching.

Where the fuck you been?

What's up your ass, Boo-boo?

Come on, mister harpoon man.

Come on!

You got the money shot there, Stubs.

Shit.

Oh, man.

What the heck?

Here it is, boys.

The champagne of bile.

It ain't for drinking, old man.

Let's just grab this shit so we can head home.

Right, Rich?

Cut the chatter, guys.

This is deregulated space

we're swimming in.

I don't want you out there any longer than you have to be.

Ah, shit.

Shit!

Whoa!

Struck a goldmine, fellas.

Sir, we've got company.

Boomers moving in on the port.

Shit!

They must've found the beacon.

What did you say?

What beacon?

Identified vessel approaching.

Get your asses back on this ship.

Fuck that.

Hell if I'm starving out here.

Boomers are back.

Get in now or I'm leaving you behind.

And, Stubs, get in here and fix the damn hyperdrive.

What have you done, Rich?

One for the money.

Just give me your word, captain.

Fire at will!

These ain't warning shots.

When was the last time Stubs dumped our waste chambers?

- You know Stubs. - Do it.

Harpo's out there.

That's his fault.

Incoming. Harp, watch your ass.

What the fuck?

Fuck. Come on. Come on.

Once he's inside, jump to hyperspeed.

Cap, if we go into hyperspeed.

Hyperdrive initiated.

Come on, Stubsy.

Hyperdrive is stable.

Goodbye, captain.

Got it, Rags. Go!

Fucking son of a bitch!

Gotta thank Stubs for being Stubs.

We got lucky this time.

And next time, we may not be so lucky.

You dragged us out into deregulated space

with no paging beacon?

And now,

we're gettin' our asses handed to us by a bunch of boomers.

I could have been fucking killed out there!

I gave you an order. You put us all at risk.

I was saving our asses from starving.

But you don't seem too concerned about that, Captain.

Shut your fucking mouth,

or you'll be joining Miss Navarro.

Hey!

You done?

I'm fucking done.

They want our heads now,

not our cargo.

They'll be back.

Look at that.

What the hell?

Ow!

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Get off!

Hey!

Anyone seen Stubsy?

I'm almost tempted to give him a big fat wet one

for getting that hyperspeed up and running.

Got the ambergris, right?

That should be worth a chunk of change.

That click's only gonna last us two weeks.

We can live off the ambergris.

That's eating into my profits.

Either way, we can't just mosey back into the atmosphere now.

We didn't touch the celbaleen,

so we should be in the clear.

We've got bigger problems if shit hits the fan.

'Cause we're out here with no beacon.

The skirt's not gonna forgive and forget.

I'll go talk to her.

Yeah, you two got a lot in common.

Whatever it takes to go home.

Wherever that signals goes,

we go.

Wait. How far?

Three months.

I think.

- Three... three months? - Three months.

Shit. Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Well, I mean, it's not like

I could just go out to the local pharmacy.

I, I just found out.

Stubs hid a kit in supplies for me.

Fucking Stubs knows?

You don't want it?

Kids are expensive, you know.

Oh, shit.

It's no coincidence the Essex flight pattern

matched the Tianlong sightings.

No.

But now, I got a tag on him.

It won't be long 'til he's dead.

I can't let you do that.

You will not stand in my way.

When I don't check in,

ICE will come looking for me.

No one is coming looking for us.

I planted the ship's beacon

on that cargo those boomers took.

I've spent the last decade

chasing more dangerous men.

And bigger and faster ships.

And yet, here you are.

On my ship.

I want to find what your father was looking for.

Do you want his death to be in vain?

Why would an ICE agent give a fuck about white space?

Well, there ain't nothing you can do

from here in to stop me.

I will see this through.

You're gonna drag this ship...

and your crew down with you.

My crew's got nothing to do with this.

I don't think it's a good idea,

taking that ambergris.

Look. Technically it's ours, right?

What if they find out?

How else are we gonna feed this kid?

- Yeah. - Uh...

Trust me.

- Okay? - Okay.

I got a plan that's gonna turn us around.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Hm.

You don't know!

Shut up!

Bitch!

Stubs! What the fuck?

She put up a fight.

I caught her trying to destroy some of our oxygen reserves.

She was probably hoping I'd head back.

I think so, Captain.

I guess she doesn't know me that well.

Have Batali get her something to eat.

Quiet night?

At ease.

Just me.

How's it looking out there?

I hate to break your heart, Captain.

Auto-pilot deactivated.

We got a whole lot of nothin'.

Scanning.

You help me...

I will make sure you walk away from this.

Let go.

Harpo, too.

I cook their meals, all right?

What am I gonna do?

I want to get out of here just as bad as you do.

I'm going to have a baby.

Did you hear that?

Check your starboard.

Someone else must've come out here

looking for the big catch.

Yeah. Looks like they found it.

Ten Lung did this?

It's just us and him out here.

Don't look too long now.

A man could get lost out there.

Harpo tampered with the oxygen.

I've been serving seven years with Harpo.

You put your trust in a man like that.

But...

man is a funny creature.

Sometimes, he does desperate things

in order to get something done.

Like letting pirates on his ship.

We need Stubs to fix the leak in the oxygen tanks.

I was just looking for him myself.

He went Houdini.

Ship's only so big.

I'll take the bow,

- you take the stern. - Mm-hm.

Let me out here!

Come on!

Get in the air lock!

Move!

How's she doing?

Won't be eating clicker anytime soon.

She's lucky I was looking for Stubs.

We can't lock her back up.

Fine.

Then she's your responsibility.

Keep her out of my way.

- You've taken this too far. - Hey.

Listen to me.

We're holding our course. You understand?

Nothing... nothing is gonna stop us.

Us?

You don't care about us.

Just like Dad.

Left Mom sick to come up here, and for what?

You don't know the first thing about him.

Dad and I talked about coming up here

when you were still juice.

I know he didn't come back.

You're just like him.

You're nothing like him.

You know our oxygen levels are low, right?

I just fly the ship.

Can't fly shit when you're dead.

How long do you think it'll take us to get back?

Look.

Not too many captains give a young pilot a chance.

I'm not turning my back on him.

Log in accepted.

This is crewman Owen Bentley

of the interstellar fishing vessel Essex,

Seven dash D, dash S.

Requesting assistance.

Uploading.

This is crewman Owen Bentley

of the interstellar fishing vessel Essex,

Seven dash D dash S.

Requesting assistance.

We got a lock on 'em again.

It's very sloppy, gentlemen.

It's very sloppy.

Life-form detected.

Force field at 50 percent strength.

Danger. Force field at 50 percent strength.

What the hell is going on?

- I found him. - Danger.

Force field at 45 percent strength.

Keep her steady, Rags.

Autopilot deactivated.

Force field at 40 percent strength.

Owen, what the hell are you doing?

I'm ending this.

Hawthorne! Harpo!

Suit up. Owen needs backup.

All right! All right, already!

Danger.

Force field at 25 percent strength.

Shit!

...deactivate sequence shield.

Ooh! I got you, bitch!

Force field...

We're heading out, Captain.

Scuttle up along its neck, but keep your distance.

I got this.

I'm going in.

Owen, get your ass back in formation.

Tighten up.

Crazy son of a bitch.

Come on!

Watch your left. Watch your left!

- Oh, god! - Fuck!

Hey, you good?

Head back in, old man.

You too, Harp.

This is my fight.

- I got a shot. - That's my shot.

You fucking showboat.

Owen, careful.

- Hey, Owen! - Ow!

Shit. He's in a tailspin.

Shit. Hey, Owen!

Come on, come on, come on.

Sorry, Rich.

Swing around the bow! I can't get a clean shot.

What the...

Owen!

Owen!

Owen.

Huh.

Would've made a hell of a captain.

The kid wasn't afraid of nothing.

I should have turned back.

Never lose sight of the mission at hand.

Seems we're all gluttons for a little punishment.

Nah.

I'll go see if we can't pick up the signal.

He's gone too far.

Yeah. Mutiny's the last thing on my mind right now.

Our oxygen levels are low.

If we don't turn back now, this ship's gonna be our coffin.

Hey, his own fucking brother is dead.

He's gonna keep chasing this thing

until it destroys the whole ship and everybody on it.

Hawthorne's never gonna go for it.

Fucking Hawthorne. I'll deal with Hawthorne.

You need to do this.

For the life of my kid.

Bat's pregnant.

The Hyperion Star System.

We're about as far out as anyone has ever gone.

And at least come back to talk about it.

Backhand's gonna cost you.

Ten years, at least.

He liked you.

Owen didn't really share those kinds of things with me.

But I could tell that much.

At least he died like a Bentley.

Fighting all the way.

I'm proud of him.

I was always proud of him.

I'm sorry.

If I thought you were responsible,

I'd send you out the air lock.

My father used to tell Owen and me

stories about this place when we were kids.

This is where he died.

I thought if I came out here,

where he was...

I'd feel closer to him somehow.

But all it did was cost me my brother.

You're turning back?

Our oxygen levels are unstable.

We can't go out any further.

Stubniski's the only one who could fix it.

And he's gone missing.

Well, then, I guess we need to find him.

If we turn back now...

there's a chance to go home.

I don't even remember where home is anymore.

But I wouldn't mind living a little bit longer to find out.

It's business as usual until I let you know.

Okay?

That boy up in the ceiling?

And what was that?

Parasites.

I think Stubs is infected.

And if so, low oxygen levels

is the last thing you need to worry about.

Is there anything we can do?

I can try to see how far he's gone.

But the Boomers took my gun.

And I'm not walking around here unarmed.

Hey, this is Stubs we're talking about.

I have something for you.

This is from my father.

It ain't an ornament.

You okay with this?

I do this...

you follow Tianlong through to white space.

Identified vessel approaching.

Auto pilot deactivated.

There you are.

Force field at 25 percent strength.

Life-form detected.

Danger.

Captain, looks like we're heading

into some choppy waters.

- Head in. - Danger.

The Boomers won't follow us into the storm.

Go ahead, get so close to the bastard

that you can braid his tentacles.

He'll lead us right through this.

Okay. Business as usual.

Fuck.

Shit. It vanished.

Systems failure. Abort.

Maintain your speed and hold your course.

Abort mission now.

Force-field at 20 percent strength.

The storm is offsetting our power.

Then light some candles.

Find it!

Let's fry this thing.

Don't go down without a fight.

Mission override.

Override denied.

System malfunction.

Shit. Navigation's down.

You still have thrusters?

We're free-floating.

I'm going manual.

I'll work on getting the main power up.

I don't want Rags' help!

Systems failure. Abort.

Fucking Stubs.

Abort mission now.

Danger. Danger.

Oh, shit.

You gonna fly this fucking thing?

I'm doing this for us.

Oh, shit.

System failure. Abort mission now.

Stubs?

All systems active.

Whoo!

- Ask and you shall receive. - Oh!

I don't think I've been this sweaty without getting off.

Damn good job, pilot.

I'll fly her now. Hit the showers.

You got it.

We get back.

It's just us.

We turn around now, we have a chance.

Just us.

Yes, just us.

We'll make it through this.

We need to get the oxygen from the pods,

or we won't make it.

Getting awfully quiet, Captain.

Calm before the storm.

Out there...

or in here?

Incoming signal detected.

There he is.

Rags, back to the flight deck.

Now!

What do you say?

I'll bait him in, you lock him down

and we meet me out there for the kill?

Better than getting batted around this bucket of bolts.

Crew to your posts.

Activate IRV.

Danger. Danger. Air lock door open.

Fuck!

Ready, Hawth?

Get him in my sights, Captain.

Come on, motherfucker.

Stubs?

Force-field at ten percent strength.

Stubs.

Stubs. Stubs, it's me. It's me. Please, don't.

Stubs, I have a baby.

Activate harpoon.

That's right. Come and get me.

Bull's-eye.

Got him locked down, Hawth.

Systems failure.

Prepare for evacuation.

Force-field at ten percent strength.

Good ol' Hawthorne.

Loyal to the end.

But I can't let you take that pod.

Force-field low.

We've been through a lot, you and me.

Depressurization imminent.

Yeah.

Seems like we're both all in.

Seems so.

Your call!

Goddamn, old man.

Come on, sucker.

...down. Systems failure.

Evacuate immediately.

There's an old saying up here, son.

"The good Lord don't reign over the stars,

too far above heaven."

I'm gonna miss you, old man.

Evacuate immediately.

Goddamn it.

Time to die, you bastard.

Good goddamn riddance.

It's just you and me.

♪ Oh, death ♪

With my last breath.

♪ Won't you spare me over Another year? ♪

Mother of god.

♪ What is this That I cannot see ♪

♪ With ice-cold hands Taking hold of me ♪

♪ When God is gone And the devil takes hold ♪

♪ Who will have mercy On your soul? ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O death ♪

♪ O death ♪

♪ No wealth, no ruin, No silver, no gold ♪

♪ Nothing satisfies me But your soul ♪

♪ Well I am Death None can excel ♪

♪ I'll open the door To heaven or hell ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ My name is Death And the end is here ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O death ♪

♪ O death ♪

♪ My name is Death And the end is ♪

This is Observer Four.

We're picking up a large gravitational disturbance.

Investigating anomaly.

Roger that.

Run broad scan.

We've got multiple life readings.

Collect.

Intercepting for collection.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ Won't you spare me over Another year? ♪

♪ What is this That I cannot see ♪

♪ With ice-cold hands Taking hold of me ♪

♪ When God is gone And the devil takes hold ♪

♪ Who will have mercy On your soul? ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ No wealth, no ruin, No silver, no gold ♪

♪ Nothing satisfies me But your soul ♪

♪ Well I am Death None can excel ♪

♪ I'll open the door To heaven or hell ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ O, death ♪

♪ My name is Death And the end is here ♪

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