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Previously on "Dark Matter"...

You're saying Sarah is
alive as a computer program?

I know she wants to see you.

You're building yourself a
whole world here, aren't you?

I want this to feel
like it's your home too.

The independent colonies
have organized much faster

than we anticipated.

It now appears they're
getting outside help.

We're not leaving you behind.

Then think of it as
leaving me to move forward.

It's time to use Agent Zero.

Those are bodies.

Oh, my God, Six.

Someone's alive. Over here.

He's gone into cardiac arrest.

Come on, Six. Come on!

We're losing him.

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How are you feeling?

Tired.

Confused.

Ohh... sore.

Sorry about that.

What happened?

We lost communication
with you a couple days ago.

When you didn't respond
to comm attempts,

we investigated, and...

Our readings indicate the colony was hit

by a chemical attack.

What about the others?

You were the only survivor.

How?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

What do you remember?

People lying on the ground... dead.

And before that?

I don't know. It's all a blur.

Easy.

A likely consequence of your exposure

to the neurotoxic residue.

Initial scans suggest
your nervous system

has been compromised.

We found a ship parked
in a clearing near the facility.

It's possible that you
were off world and arrived

sometime after the initial attack.

With the toxin partially dissipated,

the effects were muted.

It's the only reason you're alive.

It was Traugott. They did this.

The attack killed everyone on the colony

but left the facility undamaged.

Eliminate the troublemakers
but keep their assets intact.

We need to warn the leaders
of the independent colonies,

let them know they're all in danger.

How would do we do that?

They're scattered across three sectors.

No, they're not.

All the leaders have
gathered for a secret meeting

trying to figure out how
to form a new government.

I have the transmission codes.

We can warn them, save them.

Kal?

You okay? It's all right.

You're with me. It
was just another dream.

Were you back on the space station?

I was on a ship.

People died.

You've have to stop blaming yourself.

What happened on Hyadum-12
was not your fault.

Hyadum-12?

Where am I?

You're home.

You have been back for weeks.

I was thinking, maybe
the doctor's right.

Maybe we should get away,

and then when we get
back, you can try again,

find something that suits you. I

I heard they're looking
for someone to head security

at Blackstone.

But I'm a cop.

Not anymore. Kal, we discussed this.

Mom?

Shoot.

Mommy.

I just remembered something.

- What?
- I have a wife and son.

We tried the subspace
channel you gave us.

There was no response.

Are you sure those were
the right transmit codes?

I'm positive.

It's possible they've
already come under attack.

No, that location is top secret.

Only a few people from each
colony know those coordinates.

What about you? You know the location?

Yes, but...

How long to get there, maximum FTL?

- We can't do that.
- Why not?

The meeting's under a
strict no-access protocol.

No one in or out.

They'll assume any ship
approaching is hostile

and open fire.

Our shields can take it.

We just need to get close
enough to send a message.

There could be corporate
ships in the vicinity

right now monitoring us.

It's probably just
what they're hoping for,

that we'll panic and lead
them straight to the summit.

They could take out the entire
rebel leadership in one shot.

- Six, that's...
- No, we can't risk it.

Keep trying them on subspace.

It's the only way.

Hey, look who's back up and at 'em.

Are you sure you should
be walking around?

Just a few minutes ago,

I remembered something about my life

before I went into stasis.

How is that possible?

The Android said our
memories weren't wiped.

They were just suppressed, inaccessible.

What if the neurotoxin somehow unlocked

that part of my brain?

What did you remember?

I'm married.

I'm a father.

Are you sure? I mean, it's possible

the neurotoxin is
playing with your head.

It wasn't a hallucination.

It was a memory.

It was real.

What else do you remember?

Not much beyond my wife's face.

But maybe this is the
beginning of me getting all

my old memories back.

Hey, I know what you're thinking,

but you shouldn't worry.

I'm not like Ryo.

Neither was Four.

That was different.

I'm not gonna change.

Are you sure?

What's that supposed to mean?

All this time you've been
talking about how you want to

help people, convince
us to do the right thing,

and now that we do want
to help, you won't let us.

What?

The colonists are in danger,

and you won't do anything to help them

because of some protocol?

Two filled us in.

I won't take the chance of compromising

the location of the summit.

- Oh, come on.
- What are the chances that

there's a corporate ship
just hiding out there

waiting to track us?

They're small, but I won't risk it.

What about the risk of not warning them?

After the no-access
protocol is lifted, then...

You're not making sense,

and I'm beginning to worry
that it's the neurotoxin

affecting you.

This isn't like you.

Kid, hey.

Five, wait.

Six? Six!

Hey, Six.

Can you hear me, buddy?

Hey.

Hey, Six.

Stick with me, buddy. Come on.

Hey.

Kal?

Kal, you with me?

Yeah, what?

Are you even listening
to what I'm saying?

You've got to stop and
consider your situation here,

what you think you have to gain,

and everything you stand to lose.

All right, tell me.

What do I have to lose?

Oh, don't do this to
yourself or your family.

They're more important
than the damn job.

You're telling me I should quit?

I'm saying don't come back.

For the sake of Lara
and Dane, let it go.

Hyadum-12, The General, the rebels,

they're not your problem anymore.

The General made me
complicit in the murder

of thousands of innocent civilians.

Don't let your desire for revenge

destroy the two best
things in your life.

Ride out your sick leave,
then hand in your badge.

No one is gonna think any less of you.

- What happened?
- You passed out.

Your nervous system is shutting down.

It's the neurotoxin.

You're dying.

What can we do?

We can attempt to minimize the damage

by removing the remaining
neurotoxin from your blood.

How can we do that?

I believe I can manufacture
a filtration system

capable of removing the
remaining toxin from your blood.

You think that'll save me?

Even if we're successful
in removing the toxin,

too much damage may
already have been done.

But it is your only chance.

All right.

Under the circumstances,
are you sure you don't want

to give us the coordinates
to the leadership summit?

We've been over this.

But our attempts at subspace
communication have failed,

and if they continue to fail,

and if you die without
giving us the coordinates,

we will be out of options.

They won't know what's
coming before it's too late.

Whatever happens, we must move quickly.

What's happening?

I told you you had to
choose. Us or your job.

It's you. My family comes first.

Don't lie to me.

I know you talked to
your superior at the G.A.

You told them you were going back.

I... I wouldn't. I won't.

- You did.
- I made a mistake.

I'll tell them I changed my mind.

I don't want to lose you.

I'm sorry, Kal.

I wish I could believe you.

Hey.

You okay?

Got a wicked headache.

Yeah, I bet.

You might want to run
those by The Android,

make sure they don't
make your situation worse.

My situation can't get any worse.

Mm.

I saw another memory.

I'm guessing not a good one?

Like I told you, I... I had a family.

But I lost them.

I chose my job over them.

Doesn't sound like you.

After Hyadum-12, I was on sick leave.

And I should've quit then,

but I didn't, because I was so obsessed

with going after The General.

Maybe you're not so different now.

I mean, you're still obsessed
with doing the right thing.

And you're pretty bad at
weighing the cost to us,

to your family,

to the outer colonies that
declared their independence.

Time's running out for them.

You think I don't know that?

I want to warn them, but I can't.

Like hell you can't.

There's a no-go directive in place.

Screw the directive.

Listen to yourself,
you're sitting there,

and you're bellyaching about
all the mistakes you've made,

how you want to take them back.

How about just making the
right call in the first place?

This is the right call.

Is that what you thought when
you turned your back on us,

when you turned your back
on your wife and your kid?

No, man.

This neurotoxin, it's
messing with your mind.

What if it's not just your memories?

What if Five's right?

What if it's screwing
with your ability to make

a logical decision?

It's not. I would know.

No one knows when their
judgment's impaired.

That's the whole point.

Think about it.

You risked everything to bring
justice for those 10,000 people

who were killed on Hyadum-12.

But if you don't get the word out to
your friends in the outer colonies,

the death toll's gonna
be 1,000 higher than that.

Since when did you start giving a damn?

Since you convinced us.

You want to fight for the little guy,

protect them from the
corps; this is your chance.

But that's exactly what I'm doing.

No, Six, that's not what you're doing.

What you're doing is dying.

You're taking a lot of
innocent people with you.

Five?

Hey.

What are you doing down here?

I come down here sometimes to think...

when I'm sad.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I just don't know what
I'd do without you.

Oh, come on. I'm not going anywhere.

That's what I thought before you decided

to stay with those colonists.

I thought I could help them.

I was wrong.

That's not true.

Ever since you
discovered you were a cop,

you've been struggling
trying to figure out

where you belong

The answer's always been
right in front of you.

You belong here with us.

It's just... nothing
ever goes as planned.

Every time I think we're turning
a corner, something bad happens.

And I'm tired of it.

Me too.

But right now, I don't
care about any of that...

or you old memories.

I just want you to get better.

Thanks.

I...

Six?

Six?

Six, are you okay?

Six, are you okay?

Our readings indicate the colony was hit

by a chemical attack.

The payload was probably
delivered via orbital strike.

Someone's alive.

I don't want to lose you.

How are you feeling?

Are you even listening
to what I'm saying?

Six.

Six.

Then hand in your badge.

No one is gonna think any less of you.

What the hell is happening to me?

I'm reading some atypical
brain activity here.

This could be a problem.

This is a mess, I'm getting high
Beta spikes all over the map.

What's causing it?

Well, I'm not entirely
sure, but it looks like

the procedure is triggering a
store of suppressed memories.

And it's interfering with the scenario.

Okay, we just need to be patient.

But we've been at this for hours,

and we're still no closer to getting

him to give up that location.

It's not as simple as plucking
information from his brain.

He needs to believe that what
he's experiencing is real,

that the threat to the
other colonies is real.

He does, but so far,

that's still not enough to convince him.

We may need to try a different approach.

- Okay, let me give it a go.
- No. I'm more experienced.

You said I could have a turn.

Have a turn? This isn't a game.

Let me go back in one more
time, then you can try.

You know, you told
Commander Nieman that this

wouldn't be a problem.

You assured him that we could do this.

And we will. We just need more time.

My initial reading suggest
some sort of chemical attack,

but we'd need to head down
to the planet's surface

to confirm specifics.

Are you kidding me?

We're not walking into
a cloud of whatever it is

wiped them all out.

I mean, we're not even sure Six

was there when it happened, right?

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Most of the biological
agent has dispersed.

The danger should be minimal.

I'll go.

No, you won't go.

We have to go down there, make sure.

We can't leave without finding
out if he's alive or dead.

Two, you're not invincible.

Fine, well, put on a
space suit or something.

Yes, okay.

Receiving subspace transmission.

Who is it?

Lieutenant Anders of
the Galactic Authority.

On screen.

- Anders.
- There was a chemical attack

on one of the outer colonies.

Yes, we know. We're in planetary orbit

above it right now.

- Do you know who was responsible?
- Ferrous Corp.

Word is they're looking to
target all the independent

colonies, wipe the slate
clean so that they can

take over when the war ends.

What the hell is the
G.A. gonna do about it?

What they can.

We've set up patrols to
monitor the situation,

but this corporate war has
stretched us mighty thin.

We can't be everywhere at once.

- Anders...
- I know why you're there,

and I've got news for you.

Somehow Kal survived the
attack on that planet.

He's alive? Are you sure?

I've been monitoring
inter-corporate communications

for any mention of you and your crew.

Today the system flagged a
transmission mentioning Kal.

Where is he?

On a Ferrous Corp ship sent to assess

the efficiency of the attack.

I'm still working to
pinpoint its location.

Hopefully, I can find them in time,

for Kal's sake.

I think I'm losing my mind.

What are you talking about?

I keep seeing things.

You mean your memories.

No, these are different,
convoluted flashes.

I keep seeing people in hazmat gear.

- Hallucinations.
- No, there's more to it.

Things have been happening to
me that don't make any sense.

One second, I'm one place,
the next, I'm somewhere else.

The labels on the pills,

the data on all the med monitor,

it's all nonsense.

It's the effects of the neurotoxin.

It's messing with your head.

No. I'm telling you...

Yeah, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

I'm telling you, look...
look at that monitor.

Tell me what it says.

You're asking the wrong guy, man.

Believe it or not, I
never finished med school.

Pick a pill bottle, any pill bottle.

Read me the list of active ingredients.

Hey...

You're going to be okay, buddy.

I promise.

See you on the other side.

Maybe you're right.

Yeah.

It's poisoned my mind.

Hey, if it doesn't work
and I don't wake up...

You're gonna wake up.

If I don't, I need you
to do something for me.

Anything.

Find my wife.

Tell her I never stopped loving her.

You tell Lara herself
when you see her again.

Wait a sec.

Yeah.

How'd you know her name?

You told us.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

Six.

- You're losing him.
- I can get him back.

- He knows.
- Shut up and let me work.

Come on.

The Android has disabled the "Marauder."

Look, you need to calm down.

This is the neurotoxin affecting you.

You are not thinking straight.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

This is all in my head.

You're all in my head.

Six, you're scaring me.

You all tried a little
too hard to convince me

to give up that location.

We're just trying to help those people.

You? Trying to help
people out of the goodness

of your own heart?

That alone should have
set off the alarm bells.

The neurotoxin has
compromised your judgment.

Yeah, that's what I thought at first,

but then little things
weren't making sense,

the labels, the monitors.

I couldn't read them.

I realize now that...
I can imagine this,

and I can imagine all of you.

I just couldn't picture those details.

You're suffering from extreme paranoia,

a sign that your condition is worsening.

We need to get you to
the infirmary immediately.

I knocked you out.

How? You're an android.

That punch shouldn't
have even fazed you.

You're not real.

No, Six.

None of this is real.

Okay, we're gonna have
to take the direct route.

Give us the coordinates.

Where am I?

What were you doing to me?

We rescued you from
a very bad situation.

All we ask in return
is a little information.

Go to hell.

All our attempts at
retrieval have failed.

Either you either give
up the rebel headquarters,

or... I will end you right here and now.

Do it.

Please! I'm just a scientist.

I hate scientists.

What is this place?

It's a Ferrous Corp ship.

We gotta go.

Hey.

Hey.

I thought you died on that planet.

Welcome back, Six.

Thanks.

You okay?

Hit me.

I'm sorry. What?

I just need to know... ugh!

Ahh, you couldn't have
waited till I finished?

- Feel real enough to you?
- Yeah.

You should probably head
over to the infirmary,

have The Android look you
over, check out that nose.

You asked.

What?

Huh? Huh?

You suffered minimal exposure,

but it doesn't look
like there will be any

lasting residual effects.

You may feel groggy for a little while,

but it will pass.

A few hours ago, I thought I was dying.

Groggy I'll take.

You know, maybe there's
a chance others could have

survived the attack.

There is no chance.

I have to go back and check.

I need to know.

We scanned for life signs.

I'm sorry.

For what it's worth, we contacted

the leaders of the independent colonies

using the transmission
channels you gave us.

- They've been warned.
- Good.

Now, I recommend bed rest.

- No...
- Don't make me restrain you.

Bed rest it is.

Can I at least get something to eat?

I'll have Five bring you something.

Okay, we got him back.

This time, let's make it work.

Oh, shit. Kamal?

- Not now.
- Incoming transmission.

I said not now.

It's Commander Nieman.

Gentleman, do we have the information?

Not yet. But we're close.

You assured it wouldn't be a problem.

It won't be. It's just a little...

trickier than we'd anticipated.

We've had to increase the
level of detail in order

to convince the subject that he's...

The last thing I need is to be
managing a war on two fronts.

The initial test on
Agent Zero was promising,

but this campaign against the rebellion

won't be considered a success

until they've all been dealt with.

I'm counting on you.

We won't disappoint.

You'd better not.

Come in.

I thought you might be hungry,
so I made you breakfast.

It's powdered eggs and
bacon-flavored dehydrates.

But the salt is real.

Oh, boy. Thanks.

Anyway, I should let you rest.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on a sec.

You don't expect me
to eat alone, do you?

So how'd you guys find me?

Oh, we got a tip... and
I think a little lucky.

Finally things go our
way for a change, huh?

Must've been pretty scary

having them play with
your head like that.

Yeah, but something good came out of it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

The process of tapping into my mind,

somehow unlocked some of my memories.

Really? What did you remember?

I had a wife and son,

but I screwed up and drove them away.

I need to find them, make amends.

Hey. We just received a message.

From?

It's a coded transmission
from the leadership summit,

your eyes only.

What is it?

They're under attack. They need help.

He's heading for the bridge.

Finally!

You're awake.

You're awake.

Lara. You're back.

I never left.

You were the one that
went away on assignment.

We haven't seen you in over two months.

John Anders came by the house.

He told me what happened
on that space station,

all of those people.

Hyadum-12.

It's okay.

I'm here. Everything
is going to be fine.

I don't want to do this anymore,

risking my life, being
away from you and Dane.

Then you don't have to.

You can quit.

It's too late.

Of course not.

I already lost you.

No, sweetheart.

We will always be here for you.

We're a family.

- What's the delay?
- I don't know.

- What's happening?
- I don't know!

Shit.

What's the matter?

I just had another flashback,

which means...

this isn't real either.

What are you doing?

- I'm ending this.
- Six...

you're gonna kill us all.

What's happening?

His vitals are stable.

Ugh!

Augh.

- You killed him.
- I didn't mean to.

You killed him, and now Commander Nieman

is gonna kill us.

It was an accident.

- It's Nieman.
- Don't answer.

Gentlemen, what progress?

I'm assuming by your lack of response,

the news isn't positive?

The test subject is dead, sir.

He was killed in an escape attempt.

That man was our only chance of

finding the rebel leadership.

It was an accident.

I'm on my way. Send me your coordinates.

If I have to ask the crew,

I will be in an even worse
mood when I arrive.

Sending coordinates.

See you soon, gentlemen.

He's going to kill us.

I didn't shoot anyone.

I'm a dead man.

Okay, I've got the coordinates.

Now I just need to
arrange a little pickup.

Six.

Hey, I'm ready to come home now.

So what's the prognosis?

You've suffered no lasting effects

from your exposure to the neurotoxin.

- Perfect.
- Not quite.

You're dehydrated,
and your blood pressure

is slightly elevated.

Almost dying will do
that to you, I guess.

How did turn the tables on your captors?

Well, the one with the information

was unwilling to cooperate,
and the one willing to cooperate

had no information,
so I had to improvise.

Apparently, there is a
fate worse than death,

and it's Commander
Nieman of Ferrous Corp.

Sources within Novina claim
the corporation lost all contact

with the colony following the attack.

Meanwhile, in the Alcor sector,
Ferrous Corp forces launched

coordinated assaults
against Traugott assets.

Targets included planetary facilities

and orbital platforms.

The death toll is estimated
to be in the tens of thousands.

Amid the chaos,

representatives for The League
of Autonomous Worlds

have called for the immediate
cessation of hostilities.

This is ridiculous.

It's chaos out there.

It's gonna be chaos in here.

We're out of cream.

You know, when we first
remembered our pasts,

I thought we were beyond redemption.

But I'm starting to realize
it's the rest of the universe

that's screwed up.

Took you long enough.

I envy you and your ability to not...

Care?

I was going to say "let it get to you."

Yeah.

How's Sarah?

When I'm with her, she
seems really happy, you know?

Maybe a little too happy.

I know, that's terrible, isn't it?

No, of course not.

It's not easy being someone's
entire world, you know?

Why didn't you tell me when we were

back on Hyperion-8?

What was I supposed to say?

You used to have a happy family life,

but you threw it away?

I'm sorry.

Look, I guess I would've
told you eventually,

but at the time, I figured you
had enough on your plate.

Were you able to get the address?

Yeah, but you really need
to think about this, Kal.

Do you really want to do this?

Do you really want to do this to them?

I'm... I'm a different
man now, a better man.

For my own peace of
mind, I need to know.

Did you have fun today?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Dad!

You ready?

Yeah.

Time to go home.

The independent colonies
are safe for now.

The Galactic Authority
has sent more ships

to patrol the area, but
that just opens up potential

targets elsewhere.

When this war started, I was all for

letting the corporations
destroy each other.

But now I thinks it's time
we need to choose a side.

Does that mean you're sticking around?

Unless you've already
given my room away.

Mm.

Lucky for you, it's still available.

We still don't have a
functioning Blink Drive.

That definitely would
have made things easier.

- Yeah.
- We need to get creative,

ally ourself with
Ferrous Corp's enemies,

starting with Mikkei.

They've maintained a neutral position

in the ongoing conflict.

Yeah, so far they've stayed out of it,

but Truffault has to know that

once Ferrous Corp runs
the table on its enemies,

they're gonna come gunning for Mikkei.

We can't let this
galaxy fall for the likes

of Ferrous Corp.

We've sacrificed too
much to let that happen.

I feel badly for him,

knowing what he had and lost.

Sometimes better not to know.

Yeah, I wonder.

Do you know that when Four
downloaded his old memories,

he started avoiding me,

almost like he knew
something about my past

and he didn't want to
put himself in a position

so he'd have to tell me.

Almost like he was trying to protect me.

Or maybe you're reading
too much into things.

I'm not reading too much into it.

I just can't but wonder what the
hell I did that was so terrible.

It doesn't matter.

- No.
- Mm-mm, not anymore.

Sarah.

Two.

Welcome back.

I'm sorry this visit is
a long time in coming.

No need to apologize.

No, of course there is.

You are a guest on my ship.

I should have come sooner.

I have no excuse except to say that...

Mm, it's been a rough month.

For you and me both.

So Three tells me you experience time

a little differently in here.

It's weird.

Minutes can turn into hours,
and I won't even notice,

but if I stop to think about it,

it's like starting the clock,

and I am aware of every second.

Hmm.

Well, you've certainly
found a beautiful way

to pass the time.

Thanks. It's... it's amazing.

I can turn my environment
into anything I want,

create a world limited
only by my imagination,

but it's still not enough.

You're lonely.

Well, if Five could find
a way to do this for you,

there must be a way for you to reach out

when you're having moments like these

when you need somebody to talk to.

I don't just need to talk.

I need something I don't have anymore:

closeness, a sense of
community, casual interaction,

just the basic ability to connect.

It's something you should
never take for granted.

Mm.

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