03x03 - The One

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Previously on "The Ark"...

-Tyson 5E.
-Whoever Maddox was meeting

might still be there
waiting for her.

Come on over.

I'm not the man I was.

Something happened to Brice
as the shuttle took off.

-Is the FTL charged?
-Yeah, but...

This ship is a safe haven
for clones.

We can be whatever we want.

-Fire EMP, Sasha.
-At what?

"Ark 22" has left.

Maddox was trying to help
Kurtis find a special G-44.

-What's a G-44?
-You're looking at one.

[yells]

Let's get the hell
off this ship.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What the hell is going on?

I don't know,
but we need to get moving.

That doctor said something
about me being the one.

Wait.

Drake's wife said
he was searching

for a special G-44 clone,
but she didn't know why.

-You talked to Drake's wife?
-Yeah, long story.

Can we get out of here now?

There is an advantage
to looking like her.

And, I mean,
you're about his size.

Drake to Morgan.

What's the status
of the procedure?

♪ ♪

[clears throat] [comm beeps]

We're about to begin, sir.

-Good.
-Let's not waste any time.

My guards saw
that J6-82 from "Ark 1"

running down the corridor.

I'm sending you
two additional guards.

We have to go.

[uplifting music]

♪ ♪

Okay, we'll go out
the back door,

straight to the shuttle,
and radio "Ark 1" from there.

Uh, Sharon, we're in FTL.

sh*t.

We can't detach a shuttle from
an Ark while traveling at FTL.

-It will break apart.
-Wait.

I know a way,
but we need to get there first.

-[breathing heavily]
-Wait.

Ian?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

This is...

Bad.

This is bad, but we have to go.

What the hell
is Drake doing to them?

-Nothing good.
-[breathing heavily]

-We have to do something.
-No, no, no.

Sharon, these people
are clearly Gen 3s.

They've already lost
their minds.

Look at them.

♪ ♪

But they're still people.

We have to help them.

Team 2,
check sector 5, 7, and 13.

We have to go, now.

No. No.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[scoffs] I thought "Ark 22"
were basing themselves here.

I didn't think
that they'd leave.

Alicia.

There's just no way
of finding them now.

-We are so screwed!
-Hey! Take a breath, okay?

It's just... there's no way
of tracing Garnet or Ian's WD

and no way to know
where the Ark went

or even what direction
it was heading.

Hey, I once watched you
untangle this Ark

from an alternate universe.

-You can figure this out.
-That was different.

No, you can science your way
out of anything, okay?

Hammond is requesting
a word with you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You've led us all
into grave danger.

-You disobeyed my direct orders.
-You're not my captain.

Well, your captain
left me in charge,

and now you disobeyed us both

and led the entire crew
into danger.

-Do you even have a plan?
-Yes, we do.

I heard Drake's ship's gone.

You have no idea
where they are, do you?

♪ ♪

You know, there may be
no more GSA,

but I reached a rank of admiral

through a lot of hard work
and experience.

So tell me, Lieutenant,
have you ever commanded a ship

while it was under attack?

Or launched an Ark
with 300 people

while the Earth
descended into chaos?

♪ ♪

Well, despite what you
might think about me,

I'm not
some power-hungry outsider

looking for a command.

I want to help.

So let me out,
and we can fix this together.

Or you can keep me in here,

and we all die

because of your idiotic actions.

I'll take that under advisement.

♪ ♪

-[WD beeps]
-Lieutenant Reed to Drake.

-Yes?
-We have a problem in Med Bay.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Impose an immediate
ship-wide lockdown.

And I want every J6-82
and G-44 identified.

[alarm beeping]

♪ ♪

We understand
the living quarters

are a bit tight right now,
but we're working...

Tight is an understatement.

Ever since
Eastern Federation arrived,

we've been sleeping in bunks.

We're working on expanding
our perimeters

so we can build more housing.

We need more generators.

Has anyone noticed that lights
have been going out

in the EF quarters
but not in the GSA cabins?

There is no GSA
and no EF anymore.

We're all one here!
[crowd clamoring]

-Hey!
-Hey, quiet down, everyone!

[door opens]

Welcome back, Mr. Strickland.

I imagine it was a long night.

So it was.

-Any news?
-No.

No footprints, no belongings,
not a trace.

But I haven't lost hope
of finding Angus or Kelly,

and we should not give up.

Perhaps we should.

I don't want to put others
in danger

for such a futile cause.

It... it's not futile.

You just said you found
no sign of your friends.

There's still a chance
they're alive.

It's worth
the minimal danger to...

"Minimal danger"?

We lost two people,

vanished without a trace.

And as someone reminded us,

we all know the danger
that Kelly presents.

I will not accept that scenario.

We found no signs of foul play.

[scoffs]
You know what?

I'm going back out there
to search some more.

I advise you not to.

Who's with me?

[soft tense music]

[scoffs]
Anyone?

♪ ♪

I'll go.

♪ ♪

I think they're trying
to tell us something.

Who? Who is trying
to tell us something?

I don't know.

Could they be people
who worked for Mother?

Unless she invented
some new technology,

I don't think they would have
been here long enough

to build this.

Could another Ark have gotten
here even longer ago?

No, not much longer.

All the Arks launched
within the same window.

So they're aliens.

They could be some sort

of indigenous intelligent
creatures, I guess.

Wouldn't that be cool?

"Cool"?

They just tried
to dump us in a lava pit.

No, they showed us a lava pit.

That's why I think they're
trying to tell us something.

At this point, they're going
to starve us to death.

If we don't get food soon,
we'll die.

-Water.
-What?

If we don't get water soon,
we'll die.

We can survive at least
four more days without water,

and we can survive around


You sound like you speak
from experience.

My family struggled a lot
back on Earth.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

We sometimes went days
without food.

I'm sorry.

[sniffs]

[scoffs] It's why I got
into horticulture.

♪ ♪

It felt comforting

to know I could
make food anywhere...

anytime.

[rumbling]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Why would they give us
a bunch of rocks?

Maybe they think
that's what we eat.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

-Mmm.
-How's your salad?

Mine's great.

I guess, uh...

the sunshine
actually makes a difference.

But, um, I'd die
for a steak right now.

[sighs]

Sanji...

I'm sorry.

Look, I don't... I don't know
what else to say.

I know I overstepped
the other day...

"Overstepped"?

I told you that I needed
to handle it myself,

and then you immediately went
and threatened him.

You don't understand
how it feels to go through...

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Did you know they were...

♪ ♪

Sanji.

-Sanji, please, wait.
-I just...

I really don't want
to get involved,

but if Ves is
in a relationship with...

she should know
about my past with him.

I agree.

But it's really none
of my business.

[sighs]

-You want me to talk to her?
-No!

It's definitely not
your business.

[sighs] Okay, look...

[chuckles]

I'm just trying to figure
this out, just like you.

I...

I have to do this
on my own, okay?

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[doors whir]

Thought I might find you here.

I brought you the new drink
from the bar.

The Homebase Highball.

-Really?
-Mm.

A sweet and very strong drink

is the last thing
they should be serving

if they're trying
to ease tensions.

But it might be just the thing
for someone who's feeling,

I don't know,
a bit down in the dumps.

Thanks,
but I really need to focus.

Still concocting impossible
theories about Brice's death?

-Come look at this.
-[device beeps]

I was able to zoom in
and enhance

"Ark 1's" high-res hull cameras

to see his death
from a different angle.

You really like putting
yourself through hell,

don't you?

Look, his body
definitely disappeared.

But if he was dragged away
by a creature, like you said,

we would see drag marks,
and there aren't any, so...

The ground is hard.

Drag marks wouldn't show,
or they've been blown away.

Or he walked away.

Eva, I know you're looking
for answers,

but maybe it's time to admit
there just aren't any.

You should spend your time
doing something

that might actually result
in something good.

[expl*si*n]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

It's been over two hours.

Please tell me
you've made some progress.

I have.

I've been analyzing
the spectral emissions

from a trace amount of ionized
particles left behind

by "Ark 22" to determine
which direction it went.

And?

The results are inconclusive,
but I'm confident

it will lead to something soon.

-Okay, how soon?
-I don't know.

We can't keep the whole crew
stranded here forever.

No one said forever.

Well, then how long are you
gonna try to figure this out

before we give up
and head back to Homebase?

"Give up"?

We're not giving up.

-What did Hammond say to you?
-Nothing.

It's just...

we can only do this for so long

before we have to move on,
Alicia.

♪ ♪

[alarm beeping]

Hey, Mike!

-You on for poker tonight?
-Oh, yeah. Sure am, buddy.

-Yeah.
-All right.

-"Buddy"?
-I panicked.

[device beeping, chimes]

♪ ♪

[device beeping, chimes]

Okay.

We'll wait
for the guard to pass,

and then we got a straight shot
to the shuttle.

Uh, Sharon?

♪ ♪

I guess they're making
new clones.

♪ ♪

Coast is clear.

Come on.

-Could you give me more space?
-No, actually, I can't.

I'm working
as fast as I can. I...

[beeps]
Oh, no.

-What?
-I've been locked out. I...

What?

[beeps]
What the hell? So have I.

Are the GSA override codes
still active?

-I'm not sure.
-They sure are.

-All right, kids, fun's over.
-How did you get out?

[scoffs] I've been doing this
a long time.

I'm a trained soldier.

That guard you put on me
was not.

He went down far too easy.

Please, Admiral,
we can't just leave...

I gave you a chance.

Now we're doing things my way.

♪ ♪

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, we got an alert to check
on some noise near the hatch.

With the doctor?

We thought
someone might be hurt.

-I'll scan you first.
-Hey.

Uh, whoa, is that necessary?

Please remain where you are
and look into the device.

Oh, no need for that,
Mark, dear.

They're with me.

Mrs. Drake,
we have strict orders

to check all G-44s and J6-82s.

I understand that.

But I'm telling you,
it's not necessary.

Come on.

You're not really gonna dismiss
Kurtis Drake's wife, are you?

-Huh?
-[chuckles]

Listen, I'll happily call
my husband,

if that's what you want.

Is that what you want?

-No.
-[clears throat]

No, it's... it's fine.

-Toodle-oo.
-[giggles]

Thanks for that.

Uh, Clark, I presume.

-Oh, just call me brother.
-[giggles]

I'm good.

Why are you helping us?

Because we want you
to take us with you,

away from my husband.

We're... we're in love,

and we'd rather not keep
sneaking around.

Or get thrown out the airlock,

which will likely happen
if we stay here, so...

Well, taking you with us
is a risk.

Why should we?

If you do, we'll tell you
everything you want to know,

starting with why you should
really try some pink lipstick.

It does wonders
for our complexion.

[giggles]

Please, I know I can
figure out where they are.

If you could just give me
more time, then...

You've had enough time.

Frankly, I regret
not locking you out sooner.

-But I know...
-Enough!

I wanted you to see for yourself

how improbable your plan was,

but the fact that you still
can't see it is alarming.

Set a course for Homebase 1.
We're going home.

♪ ♪

Look...

I am not making
this decision lightly,

but I think you all know

this is what Captain Garnet
would want.

♪ ♪

And she left me in charge.

I'll only take orders
from someone I trust.

That would be Alicia or Garnet.

I feel the same way.

This is ridiculous.

I'll do it myself.

Please, Admiral,
if you respect the GSA mores,

-then you know that we can't...
-I'm done arguing about this!

We won't take orders from you!

-Stand down!
-Wait, stop! Stop!

I think we should listen
to Admiral Hammond.

What?

Look, I don't want to leave
our friends behind.

You know I don't, but we don't
have a plan to find them,

and even if you had all
the time in the world, Alicia,

it's still a needle
in the giant haystack of space.

We should go back to Homebase.

I think it's what
Captain Garnet would do,

don't you?

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

What happened?

Generators don't just explode
without reason.

Well, people are saying

former EF engineers
illegally tried to reroute

the electricity
to their quarters.

They just blew up the generator
by accident.

Well, other people are saying
that former GSA engineers

were doing the opposite.

-What do we know?
-Not much.

Just that this was
a targeted attack,

which means
that it wasn't accidental.

How do you know?

I tested the residue
on the generator.

It's made of an expl*sive
compound called trillium.

Trillium?

Where would someone get access
to that?

That's just it...

trillium is too volatile
to be carried on Arks.

So we don't know
who brought it here or how.

What we do know
is that whoever did this

wanted to create a large
and deadly expl*si*n.

[tablet chiming]

What do you know
about trillium...

Mr. Avega?

"Mr. Avega."

It's Captain,
and the answer is nothing.

EF ships don't carry it
for the same reason as Arks.

Can you prove that?

-What are you implying?
-Nothing.

I'm just asking a question.

Well, I could ask you
the same question.

Did someone from GSA bring it?

Maybe this Maddox person
I keep hearing about?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Dr. Kabir?

Hi, Ves.

Uh...
[clears throat]

May I call you Ves?

Well, that's what
everyone else is calling me.

[chuckles awkwardly]

How may I help you, Doctor?

Um, I was hoping that
we could speak in private.

It's a personal matter.

So is this about Milan?

Uh, I'm... I'm not sure
what he told you, but...

That you used to be married.

Yes.

It sounds like it was
a difficult relationship.

Uh, that's one way
of putting it.

[chuckles awkwardly]

Well, some people just don't
fit together, I suppose.

Yeah, well, um, this was
more than that.

Um...

Milan had a pretty severe
drinking problem

and was a*usive.

He quit drinking
when he came on "Ark 11."

He's been sober ever since.

I'm glad to hear that.

I know Milan.

I was on an Ark with him
for over two years.

I guess that's at least...

a year longer than you were
married to him, right?

♪ ♪

Um, did he ever tell you
how we met?

He didn't tell me
much at all about you.

Oh.

♪ ♪

I was sitting on a bus...

heading home from a late shift
at the hospital.

He came over and sat next to me,

struck up a conversation,
and within two minutes,

he said he knew
we would get married.

And I knew...

he was right.

Is there a point?

Yeah.

The point is that...

I know how charming he can be.

You know when the last time
I saw Milan was?

When he watched me drive away

and he put his fist
through a wall.

I applied for "Ark 1"
without telling him.

When I got accepted,

I left as fast as I could

with whatever I could pack.

I had to go to frickin' space
to get away from him.

Aw.

[scoffs]

Okay.

I just thought
you should know that.

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[chiming and beeping]

Well, Generator B is secure.

The control panel needed fixing,

if you can believe that.

You know, doing your work for
you is well below my pay grade,

but I have to say,

there is something thrilling
about going back to basics.

It reminds me how brilliant
and generous I am.

That's nice.

So did you hear we voted

and we're gonna turn Homebase
into a nudist colony?

Mm-hmm.

Sounds good.

-Well...
-Yeah.

Markovic!

You haven't listened to a word
I've said, have you?

-I'm sorry.
-I'm just focused.

On what?

I triangulated
a repeating signal

coming from Ross.

It could be a transmission.

It's an automated
distress beacon.

All Arks have them.

That one's coming from "Ark 4."

If you check back
on the SAV logs,

you've probably been
getting it for days.

I did check the logs.

It started
right after "Ark 1" left Ross.

Well, there could be
a dozen reasons for that,

none of them to do
with human intervention.

Still, it's possible.

Have you done your work
on Generator C?

Not yet.

I'll do it.

I'm just becoming
such a good person.

Yeah, good people
don't say stuff like that.

-[scoffs]
-So now you're listening to me.

[jazzy music]

♪ ♪

[chuckles]
There you are.

I've been looking
all over for you, Doctor.

What do you want, Mr. Trust?

Tell me, have you tried
the Homebase Highball?

It's a delicious drink.

I'm an addict, remember?

This is water.

I thought that was pills,
not spirits.

Well, I'm not about to trade
one addiction for another.

So why are you sat at a bar,
of all places?

I don't know, I always used
to go to the bar for a drink

after a bad day on Earth.

-I guess old habits, you know?
-Mmm.

Oh, you really need
to taste this.

Uh, right.
Never mind.

Why were you looking for me?

Well, you know, I'm normally
completely oblivious

to other people's emotions.

-Well, I believe...
-Don't worry. I'll be fine.

No, I'm talking about Eva.

-Eva?
-Yes.

Poor woman...
she spends all her hours

watching and rewatching

the video
of the Scotsman's death.

Yeah, I-I know it's been
really hard on her.

Yes, and I was hoping
that you could give her

some kind of pill
to make it stop.

She's getting
absolutely no work done.

[scoffs] You know,
there's no pill for grief.

She's just gonna have to work
through it her way.

It will take time.

How long?

You know,
I'm glad you care so much

for Eva's well-being,
Mr. Trust.

No, this time
I'm talking about you.

How long do you think
you're gonna be down

in the proverbial dumps?

-Uh, don't worry.
-I'll be fine.

Okay, because, uh,

you know, a lot of people
need you and...

care for you.

And I don't know
if you want to...

talk about whatever that is
or something.

Um...

[scoffs]
No, it... it... it's complicated.

Oh, well, I'm best
at complicated.

[both laugh]

But, actually,
that's, uh, more applied

to physics than human emotion.

But... but should you ever
need someone to talk to...

Thank you.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Could it be a threat?

Like, they'll break us
into little pieces

if we don't behave?

[scoffs] That's a bit
extreme, don't you think?

No.

They literally kidnapped us

and imprisoned us inside a cave.

I'm just saying,
maybe they're trying

to say something more nuanced.

Wait a second.

♪ ♪

Look at this.
Look, look!

It's like some...

it's like some kind of puzzle.

There.

Uh...

there.

[rumbling]

♪ ♪

Oh!

Okay.

That feels like progress.

Okay.

Did you send a man
to secure the generator?

No, I didn't send anyone.

Then who's that, then?

[ominous music]

Hey, you.

-Uh, excuse me.
-You're not supposed to be here.

-Hey, hey, hey!
-[both grunting]

-Back away, Sheriff!
-What?

-Back away!
-Get out of here!

[expl*si*n]

All right, you said
you knew a way to drop

this hunk of metal
out of an FTL bubble.

-Now's the time.
-Yeah, well, first off,

let's not call her
a hunk of metal,

'cause we're gonna want her
on our side.

What's the plan?

I'm gonna rig our impulse coils

to pull from the Ark
FTL retrofit

and give us our own
temporary bubble.

-Just give me a minute.
-Wait, wait, wait.

Is this something you knew
before the coma dream

or something you learned
inside the dream?

-We did it once on "Ark 8."
-And it worked?

-Sort of.
-"Sort of"?

Well, aren't you two just
a good-looking little couple?

We are, aren't we?

I'm sure you're aware,
but J6-82s are known

for their animal magnetism.

We are, you know, which means
you got it, too, my friend.

-[giggles]
-Good to know.

How long you two been
together, then?

Oh, about one year, six months.

But who's counting?

I met Clark just when
I thought my life was over,

when I found out
my husband was sleeping

with three different G-44s.

Ouch.

So he has a type, then, does he?

-Can you blame him?
-We're gorgeous.

Well, that goes without saying.

[both laugh]

Right, you two
better buckle in tight.

It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Okay, drop us out of here.

-Are you sure this will work?
-Not at all.

Ian!

-Well, it probably will.
-"Probably"?

Yes, there's a good chance
it will work.

But then again,
we might die, so...

[soft music]

-Wow, I...
-Sorry, I just...

boundaries, I know,
but also maybe death, so...

-Are you ready?
-Let's do this.

♪ ♪

[exhales sharply]
Okay.

-[breathing heavily]
-Hang on.

Detaching from "Ark 22"

in three, two, one.

[exciting music]

-[laughs]
-Hang on.

♪ ♪

Come on.

Come on! Come on!

[grunts]

-[yelps]
-Whoa, whoa!

[rumbling]

What was that?

It appears we lost FTL
bubble integrity for a moment,

but it's been reestablished.
[alarm beeps]

Sir, uh, the "Ark 1" shuttle
is gone.

[dramatic music]

Full stop...

now.

Setting a course for Homebase 1.

[computer pings]

Wait.

♪ ♪

We just received a distress
ping from our shuttle.

That means Garnet
and Ian are alive!

Hope you're not trying
to pull something, crewman.

See for yourself.

Did a message come
with the signal?

It was just a ping,

but it came on an encrypted
"Ark 1" -only channel.

-It has to be them!
-Or it's a trap.

Nobody else could have sent it.

They'd need
Captain Garnet's code.

That was insane.

I can't believe
the bloody thing worked.

[both laugh]

Now Alicia just has
to triangulate to the ping.

Are you guys all right
back there?

-We're fine.
-Wait, wait.

What if "Ark 22" finds us
before Alicia does?

They won't. I sent the ping
under "Ark 1" encryption.

"Ark 22" won't even see
the signal.

[rumbling]

Are you sure about that?

-How the hell did he find us?
-We're sitting ducks.

♪ ♪

Drake won't fire on us.

His doctor told me I'm the one.
He needs me for a reason.

Maybe,
but does he need you alive?

♪ ♪

[computer pings]

-Yes.
-[gasps]

I did it.

-You have the coordinates?
-I know where they are.

♪ ♪

All right.
[keys clacking]

There seemed to be
a misunderstanding.

Why don't you come back to my
ship and we can talk it over?

-How did you find us?
-You keep underestimating me.

I simply traced where
the FTL disruption took place,

and here you are.

♪ ♪

[rumbling]

Sharon.

[exciting music]

[both laugh]

Oh, they came back for you.

How nice.

Good people.

[ominous music]

Lock all weapons onto that Ark.

-No.
-No, no, no, no, no, no.

-Whoa, whoa!
-What are you doing?

The closer we get to "Ark 1,"

the less likely
they'll fire on them.

A stray blast
could k*ll us, too.

He won't risk losing me
to destroy them.

[dramatic music]

Ms. Nevins, fire EM pulse!

What are you waiting for?
Fire before they fire on us!

The EM pulse is not directional.

-It'll disable the shuttle, too.
-I knew this was a bad idea.

Go to FTL!

-No, Kimi, don't.
-Do it, Lieutenant Joma.

I think
with all your experience,

you'd know it takes time
to recharge FTL, Admiral.

♪ ♪

Can you get a clean shot
on "Ark 1"

without hitting the shuttle?

Yes, from our starboard cannon.

-Perfect. Then fire.
-Really?

-They didn't do anything to us.
-Fire.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[gasps, grunts]

[victorious music]

Come on!

[both laugh]

♪ ♪

Well, don't look so surprised.

I scienced it.

Initiating docking sequence now!

♪ ♪

Oh, yes!

The shuttle is docked
and locked.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

They charged up
just in time, I guess.

♪ ♪

Good work, Ms. Nevins.

♪ ♪

[both laugh]

-[both moan]
-I love you.

I love you.

You're my only.

[both moaning]

You have to admit, they do
look kind of good together,

-don't they?
-[laughs]

[both moaning]

Oh, Clark.

I just can't be without you.

[breathing heavily, giggles]

Two incoming!

Sheriff Petrovic
and an unknown male.

-"Unknown"?
-No ID.

No one recognizes him,

but they say he's the guy
who caused the explosions.

Um, I'll take John Doe.

Scanner.

Neuro scan.

I'm gonna need a CBC
and CMP on both.

And start IV fluids, stat.

Who the hell is this guy?

Help. Dr. Kabir.

I need medical attention
before I bleed out.

From the scratch on your elbow?

Give Mr. Trust a Band-Aid
and a lollipop.

-Head injury here.
-No other major trauma.

Yeah, I can't say the same here.

Hemoglobin is dropping,

and he's got
extensive hemorrhaging.

Hold on, Dr. Kabir.

I recognize these clothes.

This is what Angus was wearing
the last time I saw him.

The T-shirt is inside out.

♪ ♪

What the hell?

♪ ♪

[keys clacking]
[knock at door]

It's open.

You wanted to see us, Captain?

-Yes, come in.
-Close the door.

[sighs]

I thought you should know,

Admiral Hammond told me
what you did.

Actually, he came
to me to report

he wasn't gonna press
court martial charges

for what you did.

-About that...
-It was my idea.

I told him,
since there is no GSA,

there is
no court martial authority.

But just the same,
I thought you should know

he wouldn't have
pressed charges anyway.

-Well, I guess that's good.
-He doesn't hate us.

He would have been right
to charge us, though.

Damn straight he would have.

You disregarded a direct order
by your commanding officer,

one I left in charge
of this ship,

so you also disregarded
my order.

Yes, ma'am, I'm prepared
to step aside from my duties.

That won't be necessary.

The whole point of this
is to say I expect both of you

to obey orders
while on this ship.

-Yes, ma'am.
-I will.

Uh, is that all?

Yes.

No, one more thing.

Thank you for being stubborn,
insubordinate women

who refuse to give up
on someone they care about.

[soft music]

It means a lot.

[chuckles]

-Now get in here.
-[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Angus!

Angus!

Look, they kind of had
a point back there.

How long do we keep searching?

Until we find them.

You must be exhausted.

I'm fine.

How's your daughter doing?

She's staying
with a friend from school...

an endless sleepover,
as far as she's concerned.

Yeah, I remember those days,

when any problem could be fixed
with a playdate

and an ice cream cone.

[chuckles]

Just wait till she's a teenager.

I try not to think about that.

Yeah, nothing scarier
than a teenage girl...

except a sociopath
with superhuman implants.

Look, I know
you disagree, but...

Kelly did not k*ll
or hurt Angus.

You don't know that.

And you don't know that she did.

Well, I know that you
don't have another theory

about what happened.

[sighs]

You're right, I have nothing...

which only means
we're missing something.

Something like...

this?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

What the hell is that?

♪ ♪

Oh, sorry.

It's just... Ian, I've seen
a clone of you before,

but not you, Sharon.

-[chuckles]
-It's bizarre, I know.

I mean,
you're just so identical.

I mean, minus the hair
and the jewelry and the makeup.

[laughs]

-She could use some lipstick.
-Trust me, I told her.

[both laugh]

Lipstick or not, she's beautiful

'cause she looks like you.

[chuckles] See that?

Always a charmer.

Tell me, are you as madly
in love with yours

as I am with mine?

Oh, we're...

Yeah. No, no, no,
we're not... we're not a thing.

-She's my boss.
-Yeah.

-So what? I was his boss.
-I mean, well, my husband was.

So you're in love with this guy,

but you're married to Drake?

Was. I...

I prefer to think of,
was married to Drake.

So do you have any idea
what he's after?

Why does he want these two?

And why was there a room
full of clones like you and me?

-So many questions.
-[laughs]

[dramatic music]

What it all comes down to
is this...

my husband says you're the one.

That's what
the doctor said, too.

-Hmm.
-What the hell does that mean?

It means you're the Gen 3
he's been searching for

ever since we launched.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm not Gen 3.

Yes, darling, you are.

♪ ♪

You let her get away.

They had shields.

You should have found a way
around them.

-I tried, but...
-You tried?

She's gone, you understand?

And we don't even know
where Homebase 1 is.

Evelyn would never tell me.

You have to find Homebase 1.

How?

No planet in the database
is called Homebase.

They obviously named it
themselves,

so search all possible
habitable planets

until you find it!

-That could take a year or...
-I don't care!

♪ ♪

Find her.

[thunder, electricity crackling]