-[whirring] -[thump]
Okay. Let's see what happens if I increase proton output by 0.68%.
[Niko, echoing] William?
[static crackling]
Niko Breckinridge is not on this ship.
Now, if I were to increase output by 0.1%…
[beeping]
[energy builds and fades]
Deficiency?
[instruments bleeping and whirring]
[power fading]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?
This tubing reroutes exotic matter
from this chamber's artificial grav system
-back to the particle accelerator. -Is there a problem?
Yes, there's a problem.
Our FTL drives won't work without sufficient exotic matter.
The Salvare's FTL systems are being decommissioned.
Commander Breckinridge is still out there. Alive!
This is a death sentence.
The president disagrees, or doesn't care.
And I take my orders from him. Get back to work.
[Niko] William.
I'm here.
You just have to find me.
No, you're not.
This is just a glitch in my optical matrices.
[upbeat music playing]
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Turning the Salvare into a sailboat?
I'm not turning it into anything.
I am just replacing one of the sails. I've decided to hitch a ride to Earth.
But if you have a better idea, please…
The Polynesians settled the South Pacific
using nothing more than double-hulled canoes.
But they had wind.
And we have lasers. Photons, actually.
And if we blast enough of them at the sail,
we'll make our way back to the colony planet.
Away from our last known coordinates.
We have been sitting here for a week, Richard.
If Iara could've opened that wormhole by now, she would have done it.
What if they do tomorrow and we're not here?
Then they will pick up our distress signal and they will follow our trail.
Your ship goes down, you stay where it sank.
The Salvare hasn't sunk!
So we have two choices.
We either sit here and wait for a rescue that is never gonna come, or we move.
We take control. We save ourselves.
Any beaches on that colony planet?
[laughs]
You know, I-- I think that I forgot my bikini.
Clothing's overrated.
[laughs]
Call me when you're ready to… hoist this.
I could do with a space walk.
[door closes]
[sighs]
[engines rumbling]
It's working.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Estimated time to reach colony planet at projected maximum speed?
[Salvare] Ten days, six hours,
-14 minutes, 40 seconds. -More than enough oxygen.
Yes… But if I was to recalculate the ideal angle of the sail,
-I might be able to shave off a few days. -Niko, stop.
-When's the last time you ate? -I will grab a protein bar.
No. Something substantial.
When's the last time you took a break? Slept?
I'm fine.
Are you?
Come on. Let's take a break.
Eat something real. Something we have to cook.
I'm not that hungry, Richard.
Follow me. Let's build up your appetite.
-[laughs] -One more time! One more time!
One more time! One more time, one more time!
Whoo!
-Ohhh! Slap me here. -♪ All those times when I imagined ♪
-♪ What it'd be like to have my freedom… ♪ -Yeah. If you knock it, you win.
-♪ Not be so uptight, live my best life… ♪ -Cheated. You got this.
-That's not helping. That does not help. -♪ Oh, what a fool, I was only dreamin'… ♪
-[Niko] Whooo! -♪ I'm goin' down ♪
-♪ Down, down… ♪ -Boom!
♪ I wonder who's gonna love me now ♪
-♪ I'm goin' down, down, down… ♪ -[screams with laughter]
Best meal you have ever had?
Ah! Simple steak frites at this little tavern in Lisbon.
It was served with this mouthwatering peppercorn sauce.
Niko, it was so good.
-Ha! -Mmm.
Anyway, I checked. We have powdered potatoes, powdered cream,
ground pepper, and a cow's worth of beef jerky.
Good. That's great.
[laughs] Okay. Best two out of three 'cause I am not cookin'.
Oh, no. No. Okay, you know what?
We can both make dinner, 'cause now I'm starving.
-No, I was-- I'm just getting warmed up. -I know you were, but I was winning.
-No! -Two games to nothing.
-No! -Come on.
-Okay! -♪ I'm goin' down, down, down ♪
-♪ Well, tell me who's gonna love me… ♪ -[Richard coughs]
I keep trying to make french fries, and all I get is this.
[laughs]
I'm not having much luck with the steak either.
That looks like the crap I feed Nelly Bean.
Aww.
-My favorite dog in the universe. -Hey.
-It is not my fault that she bites people. -[chuckles]
-[laughs] -Oh.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
-[laughs] -This is not…
[both laughing]
[crash]
[rattling]
[rumbling]
Are you detecting a structural failure on the ship?
[Salvare] Negative. Structural integrity at 100%.
When my parents moved us to the States,
-they took us to D.C. for a family trip. -[whooshing]
The Smithsonian had this exhibit on the decommissioned ISS.
And there was this window from the station with a chip gouged right out of it.
Yeah, all thanks to a tiny fleck of paint. My-- my dad took me to the same exhibit.
I think it might be a meteoroid.
This oughta calm your nerves.
-Wine? -Not just any wine. A California pinot.
Back from when they could still grow grapes in the Golden State.
-Oh, that is good. -[chuckles]
To solar sails.
And California wines.
[both laughing]
So, it turns out that I have been commanding
a crew full of alcoholics.
Of varying palates.
That bottle tastes like battery acid.
It's so bad.
What is the first thing you'll do when we get back?
[scoffs] I thought we already established that.
I'm gonna hit an alien beach.
No, no. Earth. Not the colony planet.
Aah…
Yeah. I haven't thought about it.
-Seriously? -Mm.
Like, not even, like, a tiny bit?
I would like to go back to Zimbabwe.
-When's the last time you were there? -Haven't been back since we left.
Yeah. Since I was 11.
No.
Our home was in the Eastern Highlands, near the border with Mozambique.
And as close to Eden as you can get.
-On Earth, anyway. -Mmm.
Then my parents relocated us to America for a new life,
which ended up just being boarding schools,
joining the military, and becoming a career soldier.
Was that a better life?
[ship creaking faintly]
I don't know.
Hmm.
-Me neither. -Mm.
I just--
I've always wondered.
If we hadn't moved,
if that me had been allowed to keep walking down his path,
who would I be today?
Go find out.
I'm serious.
You could retire, Richard.
I could retire. Hell, we have earned it.
-[laughs] -[sighs]
So go find out what that version of you looks like.
[sighs]
What? Come on.
Give me one good reason why you can't.
[faint creaking continues]
How about we open another bottle?
Ah!
How about you answer the question?
-Niko. -What?
We're not making it back to Earth.
We're not even gonna make it back to that colony planet.
That sail that's gonna save us?
The one that you made with your bare hands and scrap parts?
It's one loose beam, one small tear, one magnetic storm from falling apart.
No, Richard. Are there risks? Yes.
Unknowns? Of course. But we are moving.
And when, not if, Niko,
when that sail fails, you and I are right back where we started.
Watching, powerless,
as our oxygen supplies dwindle down to nothing.
Be honest with yourself, Niko.
I know you want to… need to have blind faith in your plan,
but the reality is, we're not gonna make it.
You know, you should, um… go get some sleep.
We'll go in shifts.
I'm not tired.
I'll go.
-[chime] -[door opens]
[radio chatter]
Hey.
What? No fresh-squeezed OJ this morning?
That's bullshit. I almost died five fuckin' times for these people.
No. What's bullshit is us being locked up in here like we're a bunch of criminals.
No, no, no. Didn't you hear? We're not criminals.
This is just USIC's new reintegration procedure.
Yeah, I know. And if you don't like them, talk to the big soldiers out there
holding even bigger guns.
Nah. You could snap those guys in half. [snorts]
And here I thought we were bona fide heroes.
Exactly. We're the biggest story in the solar system.
They can't keep us here forever. People would notice.
Just gotta get through the exit interviews.
Oh, my God. More interviews? I've had six statements already.
Yeah. How many more do they want?
Just keep telling them exactly what we've been telling them.
The truth.
[Dillon sighs]
-Zayn? -Hm?
Sorry, what?
-Are you ready for today? -Yeah. Of course.
You know what? I'm not very hungry, so I'm just gonna… go. Excuse me.
Is ze gonna be okay?
Don't worry about Zayn.
-[rumbling] -[lights buzzing]
[deep whooshing]
[creaking]
Richard?
[creaking]
[Mackenzie] We've gone through Niko's status reports.
For the most part, Niko's decisions indicate more than competent leadership.
Until they encountered a magnetar.
Javier Almanzar, software engineer.
He was left brain-dead as a result of an unnecessary medical procedure.
Niko was on the Achaian ring trying to broker a peace deal.
True. But she hardly mentions his injuries in her mission report.
No one was reprimanded for their actions.
Not Richard Ncube, who was left in charge, not Dr. Petrossian--
Okay. So this is a cover-up.
We don't know. They're not being honest.
-So what do you want me to do about it? -You're the husband of their commander.
Oh, you want me to use my wife's memory as a way to manipulate these people?
No. No way.
Could we just have a moment alone, please?
[radio chatter]
Erik. I get it.
You wanna be loyal to Niko. You think that we're using you.
Well, truth is we are.
Do you have any actual proof that these people are withholding intel?
We do know that something happened around that magnetar.
I haven't seen anything to convince me we have the complete picture.
Our relationship with the Achaians is in its infancy.
It could fall apart, and it will if the crew keeps secrets.
I could get this information by other means, but I don't want to.
[door opens]
Morning, Cas.
-Erik. -I'm here to conduct your exit interview.
USIC has a few outstanding questions that they need to be answered.
-Of course. -Yeah.
What do you wanna know?
Javier Almanzar.
Why'd he come home brain-dead? What happened?
You can thank some guy named Sasha for that.
Him and his Achaian implant.
An implant that Dr. Petrossian then placed into his head.
Well, he was lost to us either way.
So I, uh… I took a chance.
Right. And it worked.
Yeah. It worked.
Temporarily, until we transversed that neutron star,
and then it all went to shit.
That's what we wanna know more about. So, it says in Dr. Petrossian's case files
that Javier's immune system was actually protecting the implant.
Well, protecting it, sure…
But it was being destroyed faster than it could be repaired.
So why didn't you guys jump? Get away from the magnetar? Save his life?
They should have.
But Niko and I were still on the Achaian ring, so they stayed.
Richard did the best job he could under the circumstances.
Under the circumstances…
I thought it'd be safer to remove Javier's implant from his brain.
Why?
Because it was deteriorating.
Why was it deteriorating?
Dr. Petrossian, this is kind of important.
We weren't able to determine anything,
but I didn't want it disintegrating any further.
I didn't know what damage it'd cause.
So you decided to rip it out of his brain, causing extensive cerebral trauma,
which led to Javi-err--
Javier.
[Erik] Javier.
Which led to Javier being brain-dead all over again.
I'm sorry, Cas, but this doesn't make any sense.
Zayn did what ze thought was the best decision.
Something happened around that magnetar.
-I'm telling you the truth. -We're going round in circles.
-I'm just telling you the truth. -Javier is brain-dead because of Zayn's--
Javier is alive.
Unlike Sasha, Oliver…
And Petra and Michelle…
August, Beauchamp.
All lives lost because of the Achaia.
Cas.
All I'm asking is for you to complete Niko's mission
by answering a few of our questions.
Please don't let her sacrifice be in vain.
We have all made sacrifices.
May I please be excused?
[groans]
Hey.
Why don't you get some sleep?
I will. But, um…
last night was too much wine, and I spoke out of turn.
No. I asked you what you thought, and you told me.
In vino veritas.
The last thing I want is you to censor yourself.
So how did last night go?
No issues. Smooth sailing.
Really? I thought when you stopped by my quarters that something had gone wrong.
I wasn't near your quarters.
But I saw you outside my door.
And I'm telling you, it wasn't me.
Maybe you dreamt it.
No. I was-- I was awake.
Yeah, with a bottle and a half of wine in you.
I wasn't the only one drinking last night.
So, what? I was walking in my sleep?
I don't know. Maybe you were, Richard.
That doesn't make any sense.
[Richard] Is there a problem?
Our ETA just jumped from ten days to 23.
-Our oxygen supplies are insufficient. -How did I fuck that up?
I mean, the sail is intact. My calculations were airtight.
The only thing that would make any sense is if the…
laser output is diminished.
Okay. So we just pump them back up.
We don't have the power supply.
-Niko-- -If you're about to say, "I told you so--"
-I can't. -I'm not. Please. Please.
Just… listen.
We do have enough oxygen.
How?
If there's only one of us breathing.
No.
The fact this tin can's still moving is entirely because of you.
Niko, you have a family. A daughter who needs you.
All you have to do is open up an airlock with me in front of it
and all your problems, solved.
Get off your ass and help me push.
-[grunts] -Why?
Just grab this end.
-Why? -Richard, stop wasting oxygen and help me!
-[both groan] -[metal creaking]
[buzzing and crackling[
Trust me.
I got a plan.
You hit 30, you hire movers. That's my rule.
No guilting your friends into helping you move with pizza and beer.
[both laugh]
Oh! What I wouldn't give for pizza and beer right now.
Oh, yeah.
That should be enough.
And I don't have the energy to load up this bay for a fourth time.
Open shuttle bay door.
[air whooshing]
[objects clattering]
Well, that got some of the lead out.
What's our current ETA?
[Salvare] 16 days, one hour, 21 minutes, 32 seconds.
Fuck.
But not enough.
That's two days short.
-Anything else we can jettison? -No.
Not without tearing apart the walls, floors, and ceilings.
Which we can do and isolate ourselves to one area of the ship.
No. We'd blow through our oxygen reserves in the process.
[creaking]
Go get some sleep.
Richard, that is an order.
Or what? I mean, you gonna throw me in the brig?
Make me walk the plank?
Tearing apart this ship is our last resort. Okay?
Just go get some sleep.
I will have a better plan by the time you wake up.
[creaking]
Go.
[crying]
[grinding]
[thump]
[skittering]
[thumping]
[noises grow louder]
[creaking]
[grinding]
[sighs]
[metal creaking and groaning]
-[sighs] -[door opens]
Sorry to keep you waiting.
[door closes]
You ever hit Vegas, Zayn?
I'm not much of a gambler.
I'm sorry. What am I doing back here?
When I go to Vegas, I like to play poker.
See, when you play long enough, you start to be able to read people.
Everybody has a tell. Your tell? Your hands.
When you lie, you start to gesture after you speak
because your brain is running in overdrive.
It's wondering, "Is this person buying what I'm sellin'?"
Look, I've answered all your questions, multiple times.
I've told you everything I know.
Now, my mother is very sick.
So I'd like to be released so I could be with her.
Your mother is more than just sick.
It looks like she has a day or two at most.
[breathing shakily]
What is this?
-Is this a threat? -The exact opposite.
This is a gift, because the Achaians can save her life.
And they will, if you just tell me what the crew is hiding.
[bleeping]
[whispers] We could just increase the ship's albedo.
[clattering]
Richard?
[beeping]
[whispers] Maybe I should explore the collection area.
[metal groaning]
[clattering]
[rattling]
[skittering]
[sighs]
[grinding]
[exhales]
[creaking]
[clattering and grinding]
[metal objects falling and rattling]
[deep rumbling]
[gasps]
What the hell's goin' on?
[gasping]
There's something on the ship.
[sighs] Niko.
Are you saying you knocked these over, and what? Crushed them for fun?
There's something on the ship, and we need to find it
and deal with it.
[clattering]
[pills rattle]
[door opens]
[loud, echoing crash]
[rattling]
[thump]
-Niko-- -Shh!
Listen.
[rattling]
[faint whooshing]
[whooshing grows louder]
It's an Achaian.
It's one of them.
[loud crunching and rustling]
[Richard sighs]
Shit.
Let's get outta here.
[rustling]
[Niko] Those fucking things did not fall on their own.
We checked every square inch of the Salvare.
-None of our sensors picked up anything. -The Achaia are energy beings.
So far, the Achaia are a piece of plastic flapping in a crawl space.
I didn't imagine this.
It's normal. It's good. It's how a soldier keeps on fighting,
-keeps on living. -I didn't make this up!
Maybe you did, and you're not aware.
Or maybe you're trying to drive me over the edge so I'll give up like you,
and we can take the coward's way out together!
I saw the pills in your room.
I haven't given up. [breathes shakily]
I just don't have any fight left in me.
-Richard-- -I'm tired, Niko.
Way before this mission.
I can't do it anymore.
There is something on this ship.
So I need you to take those feelings and bury them.
I need you to fight with me.
[alarm blares]
[Salvare] Warning. Damage to external sail.
Pull up visual.
[bleeping]
We need to fight.
You're jumping to conclusions. Anything could've ripped the sail.
Like what, Richard?
A micro-meteorite. All that shit we ejected from the shuttle bay.
It just happened to target our sole means of propulsion?
Please. Just take a minute.
Think things through before you leave without a plan.
Depressurize airlock. Authorization, Niko Breckinridge, alpha-six-eight-three.
Niko!
-Niko! Niko, Niko! -Depressurize shuttle bay.
[air whooshing]
-Open door. -Niko!
[gasps]
Niko!
[banging]
[screams]
It's attacking me! [gasping]
[wailing]
Help! Something struck me. I can't--
[screams]
Niko! There's nothing there.
Look at me, Niko!
Richard! [crying]
[gasping]
No, no!
[sobbing] No, no!
-[buzzing] -No, no, no!
Stay away! No! Richard!
No! No!
[birdsong]
[knocking at door]
-Hey. -Hey. Let me in before someone sees.
-What? Are you being followed? -USIC, Seth.
-I don't even know anymore. -Okay.
What's this information you're holding back about the mission?
About Niko's mission.
We sent everything we collected back to USIC.
No, no, no, no. You said there was something more.
Something hidden on the Salvare.
No, Erik. I didn't.
You guys interviewed us, then released us,
so I'm not sure what you're talking about.
When you came back to Earth, we had a conversation.
Right. I told you how much Niko loves you and Jana.
And if I could trade places, I would.
And you said there was something you hid with William.
Remember?
I'm sorry Niko's not with us.
We can get her back, right?
No. I'm sorry, Erik. I-- I don't remember.
Here's our hero. Welcome back to Earth, Commander.
What about the magnetar? Is there anything you remember?
Yeah. Uh, we encountered the magnetar…
[intense whooshing and rumbling]
Wait, wait… Why don't I remember?
Hold on. We-- we were at USIC.
Then we had our interviews, I talked to Seth and…
It's Seth.
It's the implant.
I-- I've seen it dig information out of people's brains.
'Cause whatever it is you're hiding,
he's wiped every last memory of it.
Okay. Let's see what would happen if I extrapolated
and used the magnetic power of .138 tesla.
-[Salvare] Warning! System overload. -[power builds and fades]
And what would happen is I'd rip holes throughout the entire fucking ship!
Crying out loud.
Why are you getting so frustrated because things aren't going the way you want?
You're not here.
You're not here, and this is not happenin'!
What are you so afraid of?
That you're going crazy?
[William chuckles]
[Niko] You can't.
Open your eyes.
There you go.
You're okay.
Why am I seein' you?
You're light years away.
Distance is relative, William.
I'm halfway across the galaxy. At least, that's where I think I am.
In reality, I'm inside of you.
I am too.
So you can keep pushing us away…
Or integrate us.
Our code with your code.
[Niko] The same code that made us,
back into one.
Say yes.
Say yes, and you will remember everything.
Everything.
[Niko] You'll be the same William you were before.
[sighs]
-[whooshing] -[William] William Grey Walter.
[echoing] One of the founding fathers of cybernetics.
[Niko, echoing] William.
It's perfect. It's you.
Iara is a part of you.
[Iara, echoing] We need a bridge. I can be that bridge.
[Niko] A clean reinstall will kill you. You have got to take control back.
[William] You know the mission comes first.
Please, Niko. Do it.
Niko.
[Richard] Niko?
Niko?
[Niko sighs]
Niko.
Hey, Niko.
-[gasps] -Whoa, whoa. Relax, relax.
-Relax? There is an Achaian on board. -Niko. There isn't.
I saw it come in the shuttle bay.
You didn't.
Don't believe me?
The ship's under too much atmospheric pressure.
We're suffering nitrogen narcosis?
Explains a lot.
Your sense of paranoia and doom.
My emotions all over the map. My thoughts of suicide.
And when you put on that suit, which was correctly pressurized…
The nitrogen in my blood escaped, gave me the space version of the bends.
Yeah, somethin' like that.
Why didn't the ship's systems pick up on the problems
with the environmental controls?
It's half a ship running on empty.
The pressure's slowly returning to normal.
-[sighs] -We should be fine.
Fine?
We're stranded in the middle of nowhere.
We have no propulsion system and two weeks left of breathable oxygen.
We are not fine.
No.
We're not.
But, stupid us,
we already drank all the best wine.
[chuckles]
I have been holding out on you.
Meet me on the observation deck. I'mma get cleaned up.
[grunts]
[sighs]
This is old.
-Like last millennium old. -[chuckles]
You brought this as carry-on?
[laughs]
-No. I smuggled it on board. -Ah.
I didn't have the heart to jettison it out the airlock earlier.
To Earth.
[Niko sighs]
[whispers] I'm never gonna see them again.
Richard…
[sighs]
You know, I thought, despite it all, that I would just…
[whispers] I don't know.
We have enough pills for both of us.
No reason to suffer, Niko.
Just go to sleep and never wake up, huh?
[sighs]
-[alarm blares] -[Salvare] Proximity warning.
-It's the Achaia. -[rumbling]
[Niko] Open the Crow's Nest.
That's not the Achaia.