Dark Matter

Previously on Dark Matter...

We all woke up just like you, no idea who we are

or how we got here.

But the truth is we're nothing

but a bunch of low life mercenaries.

You want one of us to go out there in the deadly radiation storm?

It would appear your memories were targeted.

So someone in this room wiped our memories.

I'm looking for a ship called the Raza.

What's your name?

Corso.

The name's Jace Corso.

We can spend some quality time getting to know each other.

I just think our lives are complicated enough right now,

don't you think?.

Of course.

I'm gonna buy myself a pair of goggles,

some work gloves, and a brand new micro-gauge plasma cutter

with a rotating tholium-carbide head.

You'll cut your hands off, kid.

What are you gonna buy?

A curvy redhead.

Let's keep it classy.

Okay.

A brunette with a sexy accent.

I want meat. You know real meat.

Not this vat-grown stuff.

Amen.

We should consider putting the money to better use...

maybe upgrading the ship's defenses.

Alright you knock your self out with that but

I'm gonna buy myself something nice.

And limber.

Okay, I've run the numbers.

So, how much do we have to spend?

Well, after refueling, repair costs,

and docking fees we're left with exactly... zero.

What?

- Not even enough for goggles? - Or a nice meal?

- Or a redhead? - Sorry, guys.

We're broke.

Now hang on a second.

You said those Mikkei guys gave you a nice bonus

for setting up that mining deal.

They did. Just not enough.

How do we know you didn't skim?

Ferrous offered me more to abandon you, remember?

What if we refuel but not... fully refuel?

We're not skimping on fuel.

I mean do we really need to fix

the meteorite damage to the hull?

Or repairs.

What we need to do is find a buyer for those weapons.

Alright I'll look around.

I thought you were leaving.

I am, just not yet.

What, you had time to sleep on it?

First you want me to go now you want me to stay,

- you know it's awfully confusing doll. - I never had an opinion either way.

Okay that is both insulting and very insulting.

Now do you still want me to ask around or what?

I want you both to ask around.

- Well, nah I work solo. - Nah, we don't...

That's great, you guys are gonna make a great team.

The rest of us can look around the ship,

see if we can find anything else worth selling.

We're making our approach.

Here we go.

Are we sure this is a good idea?

We are wanted criminals.

I filed for docking papers under a false registration.

We should be fine, as long as we keep a low profile.

I'm not exactly sure that's in our skill set.

First things first guys.

We gotta get on that space station

without setting off any alarm bells.

Or getting blasted to scrag.

They're scanning our registration now, standby.

1x04 - Episode 4

Security scan complete.

We've been cleared to dock.

Alright.

Take us in.

You should know, weapons are prohibited on the station.

- Fine. - Okay.

Let's meet in the airlock in twenty minutes.

Don't forget your comms.

You find anything worth selling?

No.

Okay well-if you do...

Let us know.

We've docked.

Why'd you ask me to tag along?

Because I don't trust him for a second

and I need you to keep an eye on him for me.

Can you do that?

Sure.

Why'd you pair me with Pretty Boy?

Because I don't trust him and I need you to keep an eye on him.

Think you can do that?

Hell yeah.

Alright, see you guys back in the ship.

Let's go, sidekick.

Okay big guy, we can take it from here.

What do you mean?

You're going to the clinic to get that arm checked out.

No, it's fine.

Any crispier and you could serve it with a side of slaw.

Now go.

Well, looks like it's just us girls.

Why don't you let me do the talking pretty boy.

I couldn't stop you if I tried.

Couple whiskies.

House blend and a beer.

Wondering if you could help us out.

We're looking to move some merchandise.

Hardware and equipment for someone aiming

to make a statement.

We're selling guns.

Seriously?

Know anyone who might be interested in buying them?

Not off the top of my head.

But I could ask around, for a finder's fee.

Works for us.

Okay.

I'll make some calls.

Where can I find you?

Over there.

Our class four androids are fully customizable.

Height, weight, skin colour,

hair colour and of course gender.

Hi, I need to see a doctor.

Take a number.

And while galactic regulations against

the impersonation of humans by artificial entities

requires the use of an identifying tattoo,

In all other respects

our androids are as human as possible.

Whether you're looking for help around the house,

or just someone to talk on those lonely nights,

a Nakashima brand android may be

just the thing you're looking for.

Not bad.

Enough to buy us all a couple of nice dinners.

Where's the pea?

You tell me.

There.

It's there!

See how easy this is?

Even a child could do it.

Where's the pea?

You tell me.

That one!

Yeah, there.

Kid's a natural.

Where's the pea?

You tell me.

It's in your left hand.

Here you go, kid.

Thanks, mister.

How did you do that?

I don't know. I think I may've played before.

What're you looking at?

An opportunity.

Come on.

Aghh!

Are you always this charming?

You know what your problem is?

The fact that I'm stuck with a selfish,

self-centered know-it-all for a shipmate?

She's not so bad.

I'm not talking about her.

You're soft.

Back on the planet with those miners,

then going topside to save the robot.

You think with your heart and not your head, it's dangerous.

You know if it was just your life on the line, man who cares,

but one day you're going to get somebody killed.

How exactly?

By convincing them that you actually make sense.

You know if this week has taught me anything,

it's that stupid is catchy.

So what, I'm gonna infect them with my empathy

and concern for others?

Yeah, in a nutshell.

And I say you're the dangerous one,

because you don't care about anyone but yourself.

You can't be trusted.

You don't think I got your back?

My back, my front...

the inside of my head.

So you're saying that it was me

who screwed with everyone's memories?

I think that if anyone was going to sell us out,

it would be you, yeah.

I've got you a buyer.

Everyone else has left.

I know.

Are you planning on meeting up with them?

No. I have some personal matters to attend to.