Dark Matter

Previously on Dark Matter...

Who are you?

We all woke up just like you.

No idea who we are or how we got here.

We're nothing but a bunch of low life mercenaries.

One of the dreams she experienced was of one of us,

sabotaging the stasis pods.

- What's inside? - Secrets.

How do you think the rest of the crew will react

when they find out that you're an impostor?

Who are you and what the hell are you doing with my face?

This is ridiculous.

We're the most wanted criminals in the galaxy and we can't even

scrape together enough money to buy a decent meal.

We could if you hadn't lost those weapons.

We were ambushed.

It wasn't our fault.

So you keep saying.

Alright, there's no point in arguing.

There's nothing we can do about it now.

Sure there is.

We do what we do best, rob someone.

Anyone in particular?

I say Ferrous Corp.

We find their closest outpost, and we just nail it.

Hard.

They're already pissed off at us, right?

How much worse could it be?

- What do you think? - I think it's a terrible...

Sorry, wrong pipe.

You were saying?

Sure, it's what we do, right?

Yeah.

What about the vault?

What vault?

I think that's what it is.

It's down in the lower levels,

at the end of a maintenance shaft.

I found it when I was exploring the vents.

This is the door you saw in your dream, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well if I were a pirate and a smuggler, and apparently I am,

this is the kind of place I might just pick to hide my loot.

Has anyone else been down here before?

No, definitely not me.

Alpha-numeric lock code.

Which none of us can remember.

You ever dream about the code, kid?

No.

But it's still rattling around in your head isn't it?

What do you want to do, crack her skull open?

Dig around with a spoon?

Believe me, if I thought that would help...

Two, come in please.

Go ahead.

I think you should all come up to the bridge immediately.

We're receiving a transmission.

From who?

Someone who says he knows you.

1x05 - Episode 5

The signal's weak, this far from the nearest g-comm link.

There may be some interference.

Okay.

I should warn you: He seems to be a man of little patience,

and tact.

Portia Lin and all.

Thanks for keeping me waiting.

Your android, a little testy, by the way,

you might want to check that out.

I thought I was nothing but patient.

Is there something we can do for you?

Is there something they can... you hear that?

There was, definitely something you could do for me, your job.

The one I set up for you with Ferrous Corp.

The one you completely messed up?

Is this ringing any bells?!

There were unforeseen circumstances.

Babe, have you seen my inhaler?

No, I haven't seen your inhaler!

Wait... I'm on the phone!

This is interstellar, you have any idea

how much this costing me?!

Get outta here!

Anyway, where were we?

Right, you were talking about

how you were gonna make it up to me.

Were we?

I didn't think...

Let me bottom line this for you, okay?

Ferrous Corp wants your heads.

Without their backing you've got no political protection,

which, given your records, I think we can all agree,

is not a good thing.

But it's okay I'm gonna take care of it, I'm gonna smooth things over.

And in exchange you're gonna do a job for me.

- What kind of job? - Walk in the park.

Salvage job, nothin' to it.

Which is why you're gonna do it for half of your normal rate.

No way.

It's a freighter, ISS Far Horizon.

It apparently suffered some kind of catastrophic system failure,

the resulting explosion exposed

most of the upper decks to space.

None of the crew survived.

Unfortunately, the data stream provided by your friend

was a little short on information.

I don't think he's our friend.

He's a handler.

He gets the jobs, we do the jobs. Like an agent.

I don't know seems like a scumbag to me.

What?

I'm not allowed to have standards?

The thing I don't get is why us?

Why not hire some licensed salvage operation to do the job?

If I had to guess, there's something illegal on that ship.

Stolen goods, drugs, who knows?

Something valuable?

Can we trust him?

- Well, we have worked with him before... - We need him.

Without our memories, we have no other connections.

We're completely on our own.

Am I wrong?

We're nine hours out from the freighter's

last known location, so everyone get some sleep.

Hi.

I just came by to see if you wanted to...

If you wanted to go over the plans, for the... salvage.

Sure.

Why don't we go up to the bridge and we'll go over it.

- Are you coming? - Yeah.

As far as we know, the ship's FTL drive is intact,

but navigation from the bridge is impossible.

If we can establish a remote link in the engineering section,

I might be able to upload a jump sequence from here.

The ship will fly itself to its original destination.

You do know the guns are just a precaution, right?

The ship's abandoned.

There might be rats.

I hate rats.

Android, come in.

I'm reading you. Go ahead.

We're in.

Life support's operational, but minimal.

It's a little cold in here.

The ship is operating on emergency power only,

but I estimate at least six hours

before life support shuts down completely.

That should be more than enough time.

Understood. We'll head to engineering now.

I think we should look around a little first.

We came here to do a job.

You said it yourself, there might be some nice,

tasty contraband kicking around here somewhere.

Which they want back. That's why they hired us.

Half the ship's exposed to space. Who's gonna be surprised

if there's a little contraband that goes missing?

Am I right?

Yeah.

Absolutely.

You know, after our fuel cost we're barely making a profit here.

Maybe we should at least take a look.

Alright, fine.

I'll head down to engineering, and hook up the link.

I should be forty-five minutes, an hour, max.

When I'm done, we're leaving.

Yes, boss.

How's it going?

They've gained access to the ship.

So far, so good.

Okay.

Well, in the meantime, do you think I can drag you away for a sec?

I highly doubt that.

Despite your low center of gravity,

you possess neither the strength nor the stamina

to pull my body weight over any significant distance.

No, I mean could you help me with something?

Of course.

I, on the other hand, possess the strength

and stamina to convey you with great ease.

No dragging required.

No I just need your help with something in the infirmary.

No heavy lifting.

Okay.

Where did you find this?

It was in that storage room, where I found the dead boy.

Did you find anything else?

No.

I thought it was just data storage,

but I've tried everything, I can't read it.

I'm not surprised, because it's not data storage.

Then what is it?

Curious.

The molecular structure is similar to that of

a subatomic matrix card, but on a much smaller scale.

What does that mean?

If I had to guess, I would say this is part of

some larger system designed to

access pockets of extra-dimensional space.

Why would somebody want to do that?

I ask myself that question all the time.