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Where are you going?
The kitchen to get something to eat.
You want something?
Oh, Jesus.
John, you scared...
John.
John?
You're asleep.
Go back to bed.
John, let go.
John.
Let go. John!
John, wake up. Wake up. John... oh, John.
John. John!
Wake up!
"Feeling suddenly scared for no reason?"
Yes. "Experiencing night terrors,
difficulty sleeping.” that's a yes.
"Spells of terror or panic, hopelessness about the future." Yes.
"Thoughts of ending your life." Are you finished?
I mean, I don't know what you want me to do here.
They're dreams, Richard. They're night terrors, John.
And this one turned violent.
Now, I'm very sorry,
but I've given you more than enough time,
and we cannot fix this.
I am fine.
The crew is fine.
Come on. Half the crew's sleeping 15 hours a day,
and the other half can't sleep at all.
We have problems of aggression,
of depression, of isolation.
Ten years. That's the mission.
Yes, ten years. And we're five years in.
And you think this gets any easier?
What's going to happen
when your night terrors start manifesting themselves
as hallucinations?
Or I start decorating the walls with my own feces?
This isn't a joke. I'm not happy about this either.
You're a great captain. This is a great crew.
But I'm afraid we're just no longer fit to continue our mission.
I'm sorry, John.
I'm gonna have to recommend...
Removal from pangea.
Shoot.
Pangea, call Jenny Miller.
Connecting.
Unable to locate.
Let's try this. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
These things'll kill ya.
Okay. Richard, get us started?
Life support, stable, 92%. Told.
Nothing to report. Told.
Home isn't returning our calls.
How long? Ten hours.
Comm's good. It's on their end.
Most sophisticated technology in the world,
and ya can't make a long-distance phone call.
I'll try again next pass. All told.
Thank you. Is there anything else?
Nope.
Want you to read these carefully.
Anything, uh, rings untrue, let me know.
"No longer mentally fit"?
We're not crazy.Oh.
No, but I want to stay.
Well, this isn't about what you want.
This is about what we're capable of.
We're not capable anymore. I am.
Okay, well, after I make my recommendation,
home will conduct their own evaluation,
and their thing is based on everybody.
One person fails and we will go home.
Oh, what happens if we stay?
If, you know, we don't say anything?
Maybe nothing. Or?
We become increasingly isolated from one another.
And it snowballs until one day a search party
is sent out to find us, and what do they find?
Who knows?
But it won't be us.
Not as we are today.
Jesus!
Richard, we just lost our careers!
Wait, why would I lose my career?
No one is losing anything.
They're going to recommend
that we be removed from pangea
due to mental instability,
forcing home to send replacement crews
five years ahead of schedule.
We will never set foot in a station again!
Jackiel
Jackie, stop!
Talk to me. Heating ventilation restored.
I sacrificed everything to be a part of this.
I left my daughter.
And because of you, it was for nothing.
So I will finish my duties until I'm relieved,
but until then, I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna look at you.
Jackie. Do you understand me?
Again.
It was so nice when we got here.
We were happy.
Richard was showering.
We did great things.
I know it's not your fault we lost our shit.
But we all saw it coming.
Couldn't you have done something?
What the fuck was that?
Did we blow a power cell? Negative, it wasn't us.
Can anyone confirm source?
Warning! Warning!
Everyone to stations! Jackie?
Cell two's crashing. Recalibrating.
One and three are stable.
Recalibrating.
Power fuel backup, stable!
One and three are off.
Negative results on source.
There's something wrong with the scan.
Engaging manual. Warning.
Two's on its way out. Total failure.
We need life support on backup before it crashes.
Okay.
Richard, life support! Richard?
Richard's not responding. Lisa, go!
John, what's happening?
Whatever it is, it's not coming from pangea.
Opening bay doors for visual.
I've reached support. Richard's not here.
Putting us on backup.
Do we have cause?
John, can you hear me?
Brace!
Richard, Jackie.
Respond.
Why isn't the intercom working?
Jackie, why isn't anyone responding?
How long was I out?
Um... I don't know.
Did you move us to backup power?
Yeah, but we lost cell two.
What the hell hit us?
Did you find a source? Not yet.
And, um...
There's...
Lisa.
I found her in life support.
She must have been thrown from the blast.
I'm doing what I can, but... where's my medical officer?
Why aren't you in medical?
He's been like this. He won't talk, he won't move.
You abandoned your post. What happened?
I don't have time for this. I want you in medical now.
Don't make me repeat myself.
Richard, your captain's given you an order.
I don't know. I found him that way.
And you can't blame him for what happened to Lisa.
We were all thrown around. He abandoned his station.
She shouldn't have been in there in the first place.
The system's rebooting and comm's down.
We're gonna have to wait for home to confirm.
We haven't been in contact with anyone?
Well, what about the light?
Did you see it? It was a wave.
You're saying you think a light did this?
I'm saying I saw a light.
I want Lisa in ct as soon as we're back online.
If you can't get Richard to do his job, I want him cabined.
You can't cabin him if there's something wrong with him, John.
I forgot to ask. Were you hurt?
I'm fine.
Good. Do as your captain says.
Richard.
Richard, what are you doing?
Richard, look at me.
This is captain John laine of pangea. Please respond.
This is John laine of pangea. Respond.
Move to an open frequency.
What's that mean? I don't know.
I'm gonna try patching through to europa.
All right, give me a visual.
Now, Jackie. I'm try...
It's non-responsive.
Richard, is that you?
Richard, please respond.
Go get him.
Is he talking?
What's wrong?
Earth located.
Unable to reach home.
Scan complete.
Unable to locate.
Scanning.
Scan interrupted.
Unknown object located.
Comet located.
Locating.
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