01x07 - The Cure

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This is Azi Narine,

of the planetary freighter ship
Demeter .

I am marooned on planet Vesta.

I need rescue now.

Now, please.

Barry: Hey, I picked up
a distress call.

I think it's coming
from the planet!

Terrence: So what?
That's not what we're here for.

Says they're from
a Demeter Freight ship!

Where are we going?

Hey, come back, wait!

Just a bit further.

I need you
to lie down, okay?

Ursula... Please --

I'm sorry, Sam.
I don't know what else to do.

But it seems like
she's trying to help you.

I think she's telling me we need
to get more of this medication.

Sam, you're safe here, but
I need to leave you for a bit.

Okay.

Huh?

We're good.

Looks different
than I imagined.

Hey, don't mess around!

The air is good,
the landing is sound.

No large creatures detected
in the immediate area.

Clear skies, degrees.

Sounds lovely, Terrence,
you thinking of moving here?

No, not here.

I'm ready to stop moving.

Oh, been out here
too long, Kris.

But with this...we can cut
this planet hopping bullshit

and go back home.

It's about f*cking time!

Alright then,
if you're so eager...

Let's get started.

Alright,
you know the rules.

New planet, new atmosphere,
new leader.

Last one standing
directs the mission.

sh*t...

Yes.

...goes to sh*t.

We'll make contact with whoever
sent that radio signal,

then come back
to the ship.

- You have a navigator with you?
- Yeah.

Don't want to get lost
either way.

What direction
was the signal?

About a mile or two
that way.

Okay, we take
the rest of the day,

find this "Azi,"
get all the info we need.

It's worth it to know what's up
before running in blind.

Even if the ship
is just sitting there.

Hot damn.

A downed Demeter freighter.

If it's still packed, it would
really help our people.

We can get back
to living a normal life.

What? Don't tell me
that's not exciting.

You're always going on
and on about--

Terrence...
Shut the hell up.

Go get the kid.

Let's get on
with it already.

Ay, Barry!
Quit playing games,

I know you're awake!

Come on, man, let's go.

You lost again,
didn't you?

Yeah, no sh*t,
not like you did any better.

I want you to know how grateful
I am for what you're doing.

Helping Sam...

I can't get over how lucky
we are that you found us.

You know, we're headed
to our ship.

And you can come with us
if you want.

Looks like you're doing okay
on your own, though.

Sam doesn't get it.

He doesn't slow down enough
to see it.

You've obviously
found a way to --

Oh.

Hope they're clean enough.

Hey!

Are you okay?

His fever broke,
this is amazing.

I knew there had to be a way.
This is gonna work...

How is he?
Did we get enough?

Oh, thank goodness.

Are you okay?

We won't forget this.

After we get
straightened out at the ship,

I'd love to come back and --

Damnit, where are you?

Hello?

I didn't mean to scare you.

My name's Azi.

I know.
I recognize your voice.

"This is Azi Narine,

of the planetary freighter ship
Demeter !"

So you must be from the ship
I saw landing earlier.

That's right.
We heard your distress call.

Well, Barry here caught it.

My name's Kris,
this is Terrence.

Sorry to use the kid as bait,

we just needed to know
what we were getting into.

But it looks like it's
just you out here, yeah?

Just me now.

Been trying to get
to our ship's landing site.

It came down from orbit
a few days ago.

I don't even know
the state of it,

but that's where I'm headed.

Was it a controlled landing
or did it crash?

It looked controlled to me.

In situations like this,
the ship wouldn't have come down

unless it was called
to do so.

I'm guessing you aren't
the pilot?

No, I'm in charge
of overseeing the cargo sector.

How fortunate.

No offense but it's that very
cargo that we're interested in.

You aren't from the company,
are you?

Ha! God, no.

We've got our own thing going,
one solar system over.

We only come out this far
when things get desperate.

There might still be a lot
of people alive in cryo sleep.

You can't just --
Of course not.

We don't care about food,
or anything like that.

It's the engines,
spare parts, tech,

stuff that only established
communities could use.

Not a bunch
of stranded travelers.

Look, the company has probably
already written you off.

Nobody's coming.

Instead of letting the cargo
rot, let us take it.

In return, well take you
or anyone that wants to come

and we'll drop you off
at the nearest outpost.

Then it's up to you,
but at least it's a chance.

Or we could just leave you here
and take it ourselves.

No, no, of course.

That's a fair deal.

Excellent!

Can we go now?

Kid's right,
it's getting dark.

Lets head back to our ship

and leave for the Demeter
in the morning.

Ursula?

Oh, God...

What -- What the hell?

Ursula! Ursula! Wake up!

Sam!? What's --

We need to leave, now!

Come on, come on!

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on!

Typically when
something like this happens,

it's the pilot's duty
to get in their little life ship

and head straight to the bosses.

I used to be one.

A pilot, that is.

What happened?
Got sick of it.

Hauling expensive cargo
here and there. Ugh.

Helping to establish
yet another colony

for a bunch of assholes who
couldn't care less about you.

Sounds familiar.

So, you're clearly
a survivor.

All this time waiting around,
must have been rough.

Yeah, but it hasn't
been all bad.

Still, good thing
we found you.

People can lose their minds
on places like this.

Wondering if anyone
is coming,

if you'll ever see your friends
and loved ones again...

Kris.

I smell smoke!

Aw man, what the f*ck!