Dark Matter

Previously on Dark Matter.

Her name is Alicia Reynaud.

She's corporate elite.

You think she's the one

who had my friends killed over this?

It's a key that allows someone to access pockets

of interdimensional space-time.

This is my brother.

We are the future.

This is my only choice.

No.

There is another way.

Ah!

Look, this is all just a giant misunderstanding!

The funds should have been deposited directly

into your account!

It was a clerical error! Come on, Aldvik!

You're-You're-You're, like, one of my best earners!

You're the last guy I'd rip off!

W-W-W-W-Wait...

Okay, okay, okay...

We-We-We'll go halfsies.

Sorry about this.

Hey...

Heh...

Oh, Portia...

Hah... What a pleasant surprise...

Hey.

How you feeling?

Rough.

Sorry about your brother.

I was wondering if you could give me a little something.

To help you sleep?

More like help me get through the day,

take the edge off.

No.

What do you mean, "No"?

We just restocked.

Yeah, we did.

But these meds are for clinical use,

not recreational use.

You serious?

Look,

taking stuff is not gonna get rid of your problems.

It's just gonna replace 'em with bigger ones.

Trust me, self-medicating's not the answer.

Well, I guess you'd know.

I spent way too much time in lockup.

You think I don't know a user when I see one?

You think you got me figured out?

Hmm?

You think you know everything I've been through?

Do you think that I like the way

that things have turned out for me?

Hmm?

Yeah, I'm a user.

So I know what I'm talking about when I say it's not worth it.

Just give me what I came for.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey!

Why don't you cut off his pinky?

See how he reacts.

All right.

Whoa! What the hell?!

What if I'd actually been unconscious?!

Well, then I guess we'd be looking

mighty foolish right now, wouldn't we?

Surprised to see me?

Yeah, surprised!

And relieved.

Thank God you're all okay.

Wow.

That's an interesting response, considering you're the one

that tried to set us up.

What do you mean?

Alexander Rook?

What? No-no-no-no!

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, wait.

He set us up!

I was as much of a victim as you guys.

In fact, now I'm like a double victim,

being accused of something I didn't do.

And if you don't mind me saying so, it's rather hurtful.

Look, we're here for one of two things:

information or revenge.

Who gets to pick?

You do.

In which case, we'll go with the former,

because, of course, if there's anything I can do

to help you guys... Alicia Reynaud.

Business magnate, venture capitalist,

ruthless criminal, bad news.

We're going after her.

Why?

'Cause she came after us first.

But, why?

Oh, come on!

How do we get to her?

You can't!

She only travels by clone. Transfer transit.

She never leaves her headquarters,

that-that place is like a fortress.

That's how we get in.

How?

The same way she gets out.

All right, you're coming with us.

Get up.

Where to?

We scored big on our last op.

We're going shopping.

Oh.

Come on.

You know, we never officially ended

our professional relationship, so, technically,

I'm owed commission on that.

All right, it's looking good in here.

Well, glad I could help you source these materials.

I guess there's nothing left for me to do

than to wish you all best of luck

and to bid you a fond adieu.

You're not going anywhere.

I'm-I'm not?

You're coming with us.

I am? I-I-I can't.

I mean, I-I gotta get back to work.

I mean, I got-I got people depending on me.

Yeah, right.

What's to stop you from informing Reynaud

and collecting some kind of snitch reward

for your troubles?

Oh, well, my, uh, professional responsibility

as your handler.

We fired you.

Hey, no paperwork was signed!

Come on, guys! You're, like, my best clients!

I mean, from a purely practical standpoint,

it doesn't make any sense financially

for me to screw you over.

So, we... we good?

Yeah.

Ah.

You're still coming with us.

Oh, fine.

Well, this brings to mind the response of the hunter

when faced with Valmiki in the Sanskrit epic Ramayana.

Thank you.

Mmm.

What the hell...?

You're welcome.

You were supposed to stop him,

not try and take his head off.

No, no, it's okay. We got this. No.

Come on.

I don't travel well.

'Cause even with the inertial dampers,

all the ins and outs of FTL makes me queasy.

I have a special bracelet...

Let's go to your quarters.

Yeah?

May I come in?

Sure.

You may find this hard to believe,

but I once considered myself an outsider on this ship.

Yeah, well, um, I've been on my own for a long time.

This... whole team thing takes a bit of getting used to.

In that respect, you're no different

than anyone else onboard.

We can all empathize with what you're going through.

Really?

So you've all lost brothers, too?

Not exactly, but we did recently lose a crew member.

Five told me about it.

He wasn't technically a family member,

but losing him was very...

difficult.

I'm sorry.

Do you not think you'll ever see your brother again?

I'll never give up hope.

Well, remember... you're not alone.

And when I came back, the apartment looked like this,

and he was gone.

We had plans tonight... Dinner, the opera.

Those tickets were really hard to get.

Well, I understand you're very concerned

about Mr. Calchek's well-being,

and I can assure you we'll do all we can.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm sure he'll turn up, and when he does,

he's gonna have to make it up to me.

I had to scramble to find a replacement date for tonight.

I got it.

This is the security cam

from the station's L-3 level hangar.

Recognize any of these other people?

No, I...

That's all right.

I know who they are.

Ha!

You cracked transfer transit?