Outland

No way...

There's no way they're gonna bring those automated vacuum loaders here.

Listen, when they installed them on 14 and 23,

they said it was just a temporary experiment.

Well, they're still there. Some temporary!

Hey, hand me that coupler, would you?

What about Wooton? He's a shop steward. What'd he say?

I'll tell you what Wooton said.

Zip. That's what he said. Total zip.

They're always trying to pull something,

like they don't make enough dough already.

That's a lot of crap!

They've been running a seven-worker shift

ever since they installed those loaders on 14 and 23.

Hey, you read the contract. "Eight workers per shift."

That's what it says. Eight. In black and white.

So, they want to get cute, I can get cute, too.

I wanna talk to them. I want a meeting. Maybe we need a new shop steward.

Bylaws are bylaws. Can't they regulate these suits?

Minus 175 degrees, and we broil our asses off.

- Where's your other suit? - In the shop.

Go put some Mylar over the sensor.

It steps down the heating coil or something, and you'll be cooler.

- Really? - No, moron, I just made it up.

Oh, God!

I hate spiders!

Kill it! Kill it!

Kill it!

Hey, Tarlow, what's eating you?

Get it off! Get it off my leg!

Somebody please help me! Please!

Tarlow, what's the matter with you? Get what off?

Spider! Please help me!

Get it off! Get it off!

Spider? Have you popped your cork?

How can there be a spider here?

- There's nothing alive here. - Ah, he's putting us on.

Get it off! Oh, get it off! Oh, God!

Very funny.

We're not falling for nothing. Cut the garbage and get back to work.

Oh, God, it's getting inside!

Get it out! Get it out!

Somebody please help me!

Somebody help me get it out, I gotta open my suit!

Argh! Somebody help!

Oh, God!

God, Tarlow!

- Two minutes. - Is it the buttermilk kind?

- I'm afraid so. - Yuck.

The supplier said they were running out of the other kind.

I can hardly talk with these braces.

I know. It won't be too much longer, though.

How much longer?

- Pretty soon. - "How soon?"

- How soon for what? - Till I get my braces off.

- You want crooked teeth? - I don't mind 'em.

You'll be missing some teeth in a minute if you don't eat your breakfast.

- Pretend it's not buttermilk. - Pretend I ate them.

Marshal, it's Lowell. The night watch went OK.

Nothing much. Just a couple of drunks.

We'll watch it tonight.

That's about it. I'll be in your office at 18:00.

Marshal, it's Montone.

I got nothing more on that incident in the mine yesterday.

It looks like some guy just went whacko.

The Company's having the body shipped back, or what's left of it,

immediately on today's shuttle.

It's impossible to do an autopsy. Christ, you should have seen that mess!

Anyway, definitely no homicide.

There were two witnesses right next to him when it happened.

It happens every once in a while up here.

Some people just let this place get to 'em.

So, uh... that's about it.

Oh, yeah, tell your wife that Transportation got the tickets for her,

and I'll see you when you get to the office.

And don't worry, you'll get used to it.

What tickets?

Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, the nice couple from the bakery.

They said they wanted tickets for the weekly shuttle for a friend of theirs,

so I said I'd see what I could do.

Well, I'd better go.

See you for dinner, sport.

- Oh, and remember, seven pages of maths. - I promise.

- You be good today. - I will.

Look, I know this is a lousy assignment.

And I know what it is for you, how difficult.

Just give it a chance. It won't be so bad.

I know.

Bill.

I love you.

I love you, too.

We've only been here two weeks.

It'll get better. I promise.

I gotta go. You smell good.

And finally, I realize that I'm new here...

...and I've got to get to know you, and well, you've got to get to know me.

I just hope that I can justify your confidence.

Thank you. I really wowed them.

You got 'em eating out of your hand.

Are there any questions?

Uh, Marshal?

Flo Spector, Accounting Services.

I'm sure I speak for all of us here

in extending our welcome to you and your family.

If there's anything that Mrs. O'Niel or your son should need,

please tell them to call me.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Spector. I'll be sure and tell my wife.

Uh, her name is Carol.

Well, I see there are no more questions.

I'd just like to add my welcome to Marshal O'Niel.

I'm sure we all agree he'll have a pleasant tour.

Right now, he's just getting started here.

Pretty soon he'll see that this is just like every other mining town.

- There's never much trouble. - I'm glad to hear it.

Just remember that these men and women work hard. Very hard.

Since I've been the general manager here,

this mine has broken all productivity records.

We're on our way to becoming the leading Con-Amalgamate operation,

and everyone in this room has received the bonus checks to prove it.

Good work only comes from contented people.

I work these people hard,

and I, uh... I let them play hard.

So, when it comes time for them to let off steam,

you have to allow them some room.

Long as no harm's done, just give them a little room.

Understand what I'm saying, Marshal?

Thanks for the advice, Mr. Sheppard.

We're all professionals.

I'm sure we are.

Drop by my office. We'll talk some more.

I'll do that.

Now, don't go getting your nose all out of joint.

- What the hell was that all about? - Oh, it's just his way.

- A little ceremony for the good folks. - I don't like his way.

- Well, don't mess with him. - He's an asshole.

He's a very powerful asshole. Don't mess with him.

He's just trying to sniff you out.

The last marshal before you kept

things running pretty smooth, didn't make any waves.

That's all they want. Things run smooth, they make their money.

Nobody's here for their health,

and they certainly aren't here for the scenery.

What the hell is that guy doing?

Jesus Christ, he's going in the elevator!

Some guy walked in the airlock without a suit on.

He's going in the elevator without a suit on!

Can we override the elevator from here?

Hello?

Carol?

I'm trying to keep my composure,

and like everything else I do, I think I'm messing this up.

I despise these message things. I'm just such a coward.

I couldn't look at your face and say what I'm about to say. I just couldn't.

If you were in front of me, I'd change my mind.

And I don't want to change my mind.

I love you. Please know that.

I hadn't planned this. I really hadn't.

Oh, God.

I just can't take it anymore. I suppose that's what it really amounts to.

I know we've been over this so many times before.

The same crying from me,

and the same assurances from you that the next place will be different.

But it never is different. It can't be.

So, yesterday, something snapped in me.

I just... I just couldn't bear to see Paulie

clatter around yet another bleak place. I just couldn't.

He's a child. He's never set foot on Earth.

Never!

He...

He looks at pictures and reads books of Earth all day long.

He hides them from you, so your feelings won't be hurt.

Don't you see he deserves a childhood?

He deserves a chance to breathe air, real outside air...

...where you don't broil or explode.

Air that smells like life!

Not like a ventilating unit!

I'm just not as good as you are. I don't think it's all worth it.

So...

So, I'm taking Paulie back home.

I love you. You...

You don't deserve this. You deserve the best.

I've just got to go now, my love.

I'll contact you in a few days from the space station

before we finally leave for Earth.

OK, what do we have here?

Ballard, what's happening with the purser's area?

Well we've put monitors on the whole area for 36 hours,

and things have been quiet.

Keep the monitors on for two weeks.

- Nelson, what about the detonators? - Oh, they were found.

Where?

I don't know. The shift foreman reported them found,

then told me to just forget about it.

Nelson, we're talking about nuclear detonators.

You just don't lose them and then find them.

You lose your comb and then find it, not detonators.

Now, I wanna know where they were found and who found them. You get my drift?

Yes, sir.

Good for you, Nelson.

Slater, what about the incident in the mine elevator?