All language subtitles for Starhunter Redux - 2x20 - License to Kill_track3_[eng]

[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]