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(water splashing)
(whirring)
- Mayday, mayday.
This is a level three priority ping.
If you're receiving this transmission,
please slingshot it to the Lumis Corporation immediately.
The coordinates are embedded
in the base code of the transmission.
Do it now.
People are disappearing here. (thudding)
(panting)
There, there's something in the mud.
(rock and roll music)
£ Thought I was dreaming
£ When I saw it steaming all night long £
£ Everything about this place
£ Is very wrong
£ People just disappear
£ Only thing left is fear
£ No doubt about it, there's something in the mud £
£ Don't fall, don't touch the ground £
£ You're never gonna get back up £
£ Don't take the chance, not even a glance £
£ There's something in the mud
£ Mara bats flying, people start dying all around £
£ They come out of nowhere
£ Hardly make a sound
£ Circus clowns in your head
£ Pretty soon you'll be dead
£ Don't let 'em bite ya
£ They're getting in from the mud £
£ Don't fall, don't touch the ground £
£ You're never gonna get back up £
£ Don't take a chance, not even a glance £
£ There's something in the, don't fall £
£ Don't touch the ground
£ You're never gonna get back up £
£ Don't take a chance, not even a glance £
£ There's something in the mud
(frenetic music)
(light eerie music)
(engine blasting)
(creepy music)
- Five cards.
Pick one.
Okay.
Now commit it to memory.
Don't forget, that's crucial to the trick.
- Got it.
- And that's it.
- No, (giggling).
- It's not?
(dramatic music)
(whirring) (beeping)
- Captain, we are getting a distress signal
from the Mara docking station.
- A distress signal?
- It's a level three.
- No explanation why?
- [Clarissa] Nope.
- This is the Argosy.
Come in, Mara Dock.
This is the Argosy.
Come in, Mara Dock.
(beeping)
- I've got on eyes on it,
it appears to be completely powered down.
- This is the Argosy.
Come in, Mara Station One.
(beeping)
Nothing.
(sighs)
All right, let's take her down.
Heads up, folks.
We're making an unscheduled landing on Mara.
Please man your stations.
We'll be entering Mara's outer atmosphere in 20 minutes.
(beeping) (gasping)
I repeat, we're making an unscheduled landing on Mara.
Please man your stations.
(beeping) (light dramatic music)
- All in place, Skipper.
(eerie music)
(beeping)
(spacecraft whirring)
(beeping)
(thunder booming)
- [McDermott] Let's wind it down to 400 knots
and bear 30 degrees northwest
and now down to 300 knots.
(beeping) - I'm starting the rotation.
(buzzing) (light dramatic music)
(rain pattering)
(beeping) (whirring)
- Danvers, status?
- Temperatures are within specs.
- Hello, Mara control.
This is the Argosy, come in.
- Captain, there's a fair amount of electrical activity
on the starboard side of the ship.
It's the only sign of an establishment I've seen.
- Do the levels look dangerous?
- No, there's nothing abnormal.
If they had some sort of disaster,
they could be hunkered down and waiting.
- Is it safe to leave the ship?
- It's a heavy atmosphere, but nowhere near a Class O.
- All right, well head for the power source
to see if anyone's in trouble.
Doc will drive, Danvers will be on point
and Clarissa will mind the store.
Wish you were coming to stretch your legs with us.
- Oh, don't worry, me and my sweetie will be just fine.
I'm just pleased as punch that the floor isn't moving.
(chuckling)
(dramatic music)
- Mark?
- Uh, five k.
- What do they do here?
- Mud harvesting.
- Huh, I can believe that.
(bat squeaking)
(thunder booming)
(ship whirring)
Hey, cowboy, you ready to saddle up?
Okay then, see what you can see.
(jetpack whirring) (crackling)
- [Danvers] Ya hoo!
- How's the visibility.
- It's good, I've got eyes on the facility.
Dead ahead maybe 10k, I'll check.
(clicking)
That's definitely the source.
I'm gonna snap the coordinates.
Doc, are you reading this?
- Got it.
- Captain, I've got a response.
- Bring it up.
- Greetings, welcome to Mara.
- Mara, what is the nature of your emergency?
- Come again?
- What is the nature of your emergency?
- Emergency?
- We were passing through your extraterritorial space
when we received a level three distress signal.
- Oh my.
I am so sorry.
That signal would have been years old.
It has no doubt been emitting from
one of our transmitters unchecked all this time.
- Am I to understand there is no emergency?
- No, no, I'm terrible sorry.
- Come again, you said no emergency?
- Correct.
- Okay then.
We'll be on our way.
We've got 12 kegs of desiccated
vegetable powder to get to the Chrysler Outpost.
- No wait.
Please, come on in.
I can at least compensate you for your fuel,
and I can sign on your event report
which will no doubt save you some paperwork.
- Okay, Danvers, you can come on down.
We've made contact.
- Damn, look at that moon.
(whirring)
(rain pattering)
(bats squeaking)
Damn. - Danvers, what is it?
- [Danvers] I've flown into a flock of something.
Man, nasty bugger.
- Well, get on down here.
- Hold up, Skipper, there's something else up ahead.
- Welcome to Mara.
(dramatic music)
(door slamming)
(alarm buzzing)
(dinging)
- Grab his helmet for me.
And that'll give him room for the pack here.
- All right, ready? - It's okay.
Put this down here.
How's it going... - Ah!
(bat squeaking)
- Oh. - Whoa.
- Oh.
(screaming) Woo!
- What is it?
- Whoa.
(gasping)
- Woo! - Oh, oh.
(alarm buzzing)
(chuckling)
- Oh, man.
- What was that thing?
- Bats. Don't touch them.
This way, please.
(upbeat music)
- Welcome, welcome.
Welcome to Mara Unit.
Captain, very pleased to meet you.
I am Gordon Bartlett.
- Mr. Bartlett, Richard McDermott.
- It is such a treat to have you all here.
I get so few visitors here.
I have practically no communication with others.
- I'm confused, where is everyone?
- Our entire operation was shutdown two years ago.
I stayed behind to maintain the equipment
and everyone else was relocated.
- They abandoned the docking unit also?
- Yes, even the docking unit.
- That's an unusual course.
- Indeed, but then who can fathom
the workings of corporate minds?
May I offer you a cocktail?
(light music)
- This is a nice pad you have here.
Hardly what I was expecting.
- Yes, it is a lovely space.
The accommodations are one
of the compensations for remaining here.
- Is this a Corbett?
- You have a seen eye.
Most people think it's a Klemmler.
Even the gentleman I acquired it from.
- I've never seen one.
- It's my vice.
I traveled extensively early in my career
and I became something of a scavenger.
Raiding planets for hidden treasures such as this.
- It's exquisite.
- Thank you. - Look at that.
It's an Alexei Leonov 10 Kopek stamp from the Soviet Union.
It's from 1965.
- Pretty. - It's worth more
than our whole ship.
- Really?
- No, but it's worth a lot.
- Please don't touch that.
Come, join me for dinner.
I'm having Adrianna whip up something spectacular.
Adrianna, go.
I'm sure you've all grown tired of ship provisions.
Please, join me.
Shall we give thanks?
Our Master, we thank you for your provisions.
We give thanks for you calling us each in our own way.
Some to serve, some to nourishment,
some to propagation,
and we wait as you gather us into your fold
and we join you on your great wedding day feast,
and we enjoy the meats.
Oh so many delicious meats.
Amen.
- Amen.
- My this does look delicious.
Please, help yourselves.
And try the casu marzu, it's exquisite.
(light music)
Mm, delicious.
- Was that a graveyard we passed on the way in?
- Yes, I'm afraid it is.
The vapors here have claimed more than a few workers.
This is a hostile planet after all.
And that is one of the primary
reasons Lumis Corp shutdown operations here.
Mud harvesting proved to be too risky on such a large scale.
So I was left behind to tend
to the equipment while they develop a safer process.
It is a pity.
We do have one of the finest reserves
of light sweet mud in the galaxy.
- How long has this facility been shut down?
- Four years now.
- Four years?
So the distress signals date back to then?
- Ah, the distress signals.
Those were the handiwork of Foreman Cooke.
He was the journeyman sludge auditor
and a good one too, on all accounts.
But after one particularly lethal vapor release,
he went somewhat mad and set off all
the distress beacons in the facility.
That was the final straw for Lumis Corp
and they shut us down and brought me in to tidy things up.
- It must be lonely here.
- Ah, well. I'm a solitary man by nature
and I do have dear Adrianna here to keep me company.
This lifestyle suites me.
Adrianna, do you have a message you'd like to give them?
- I will now share a dance in celebration of life.
- You will enjoy this.
(light music)
(groovy music)
(swanky music)
- Shipman, are you feeling well?
- I'm feeling a little queasy.
- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Perhaps some effervezia will help settle your stomach.
We draw it from a well right here.
- It might just be space sickness.
(dramatic music)
(gasping) (vomit splashing)
(groaning)
- Oh my.
- Have you ever encountered anything like this before?
- Yes, it's fairly common here.
He must have come in contact with the Mara bats.
They carry a very fast growing parasite.
- Now, what can you tell me about them?
- It's not serious, but it is rather unpleasant.
- And is there anything you can do about it?
- Not really, but we take zephydrine for the nausea,
otherwise we just let it play out
and it eventually goes away.
In a few hours he'll probably feel just fine.
But I recommend we get him to bed, now.
- Okay, well, let's go.
- Adrianna, will you please show them the way?
(ominous music)
- Well, it seems like his advice was pretty dead on.
These things have a lifespan
of 18 hours and then they're dead.
But they sure are throwing one hell
of a party while they can.
- Well, everything seems to be under control,
and with the doctor's good care,
the midshipman should recover in short order.
As for me, it has been a very long day.
So I must bid you goodnight.
If you need anything,
please do not hesitate to contact Adrianna.
She will be the closet at the end of the hall.
- Mr. Bartlett, thanks for your hospitality.
(buzzing)
(sitar music)
(beeping)
- Clarissa, are you there?
- [Clarissa] Hey, Captain.
- How's it going on your end?
- Everything's quiet on this end.
The rain's letting up.
How's Danvers fairing?
- It looks like he'll be all right.
He picked up a nasty parasite on the way in.
- Well otherwise, how are things down there?
- Very quiet.
They've left someone here to babysit the machinery.
Operations here have been mothballed.
- How's he like that?
- He seems to be holding up.
He's an odd duck, but gracious.
I'll try to score a doggy bag for ya,
he's got a pretty good cook.
- Bless you, Captain.
- Try to get some rest.
- Will do, Captain.
(buzzing)
(light romantic music)
(beeping) - Adrianna.
- Yes, Mr. Bartlett?
- [Bartlett] Please join me in the library.
I have some tasks for you.
- Yes, sir.
(rain pattering) (thunder booming)
(vomit splashing)
They're dying.
You should start feeling better soon.
- Bless you, you're a goddess.
- No, I'm just a simple working girl.
- No, you're a goddess.
(beeping) - Hold still.
- I love you.
- That's just the worms talking.
You'll feel differently in the morning
when your head clears.
- Marry me.
- Mr. Man, can you hear me?
Listen to me.
I say this in all love.
Just forget about her.
She's really not your type.
(wind whistling) (thunder booming)
(tango music)
- Doctor.
- Yes?
- I have the nutrino scan from the midshipman.
I thought you'd like to have it.
- Thank you, thank you very much.
- [Adrianna] It's my pleasure.
(beeping)
- Well, he doesn't seem to be in any danger.
- It is a common ailment here.
- So I hear.
- [Adrianna] Is this your work?
- [Doc] Yes.
- It's very good. - Thank you.
- That's your Captain, right?
- [Doc] Mm hm.
- It's very good likeness.
May I look?
- [Doc] Oh, absolutely.
- These are so good.
I admire people who are creative.
I think it's very special.
- Thank you.
- Is that good?
- Uh, yes it is.
- I've never tasted, but I can smell.
It smells interesting.
- Ah, yes.
It is very interesting.
- I have something for you to try.
(playful music)
You must try this.
(freezer air hissing)
It's 200 years old.
It's supposed to be very good.
They say it tastes like licorice.
- That's what I hear.
- Have you ever tried licorice.
- No, but I've heard of it.
- Hm.
(liquor splashing)
(light music)
Is it good?
- It is.
- [Adrianna] Hm.
(beeping) - Adrianna, where are you?
- In the kitchen, Mr. Bartlett.
- [Gordon] Please join me in the library.
I have some tasks for you.
- Would you draw me?
- Well yes, of course.
- I stay in the closet down the hall when I'm not needed.
You can find me there.
(light romantic music)
If you want to come.
(playful music)
(frog croaking)
- How long have you had it?
You didn't bring it to me immediately, did you?
- No, sir.
(slapping) - Why?
- I stopped to check on the guest.
I thought it would be helpful.
- Whatever schoolgirl notions are hatching
in that ceramic skull of yours, you remember this:
to him, you will never amount to anything more
than transistors and hybrid circuits.
- Yes, sir.
(frog croaking)
(wind whistling)
- Hey, wake up.
Dig it, there's someone here for you.
(dramatic music)
It's not who you were hoping.
(hissing) (spooky whispering)
Do you like that?
(spooky whispering)
- You look better.
- You're right, I am feeling better.
- You should be feeling better by now.
- I am.
(bed creaking)
Damn, look at that moon.
They don't have a moon like that on Earth.
(ethereal music)
- No place has a moon like here.
- I can stand here and look at you all night long.
- You could.
If you lived here you could look up at me every night.
- I could spend every night like this.
- Night's here are three months long.
- Oh yeah.
(aggessive music)
(dramatic music) (thunder booming)
(door creaking)
- [Adrianna] You came.
- Yes, this is, this is cozy.
- This is my favorite place.
I love the pictures.
When we first arrived they were all throughout the mansion,
but Mr. Bartlett did not like them
and so he hung his own pictures.
These were the first settlers on Mara, eons ago.
The Sanguisuge.
They flew from plant to planet,
but when they arrived here their wings withered
and they were forced to stay.
So they feasted on the fluids
of explorers that happened along.
Over time, they came resemble the travelers they consumed.
Becoming like those they took into their bodies.
- I guess lucky for us they're not around anymore.
- Yes, it is.
This is my favorite.
The settlers from Earth, back to their origins.
Look, the first couple made by God just for each other.
Out of mud.
- It never occurred to me that you would think of God.
- Why?
- Well, because you're, (sighs).
I didn't think it would be part of...
your heritage.
God and all of that.
- Why would I have any difficulty
believing in a creator?
- And a soul?
- Do I have a soul?
I think I do.
- Well how do you know?
- How do you know?
- You just know.
- You're so lonely.
- Well how do you know?
- I just know.
- I spend a lot of time in open space.
- I'll keep you company.
- I've never socialized with a robot before.
- I'm a gynoid.
Do you know what that means?
- I think I do.
(dramatic music)
(buzzing)
- Mayday, mayday!
This is a level three priority ping.
If you're receiving this transmission,
please slingshot it to the Lumis Corporation immediately!
The coordinates are embedded in the base code
of the transmission.
Do it now!
People are disappearing here.
(panting)
There, there's something in the mud.
(beeping) (buzzing)
(rain pattering)
(light music)
- That felt wonderful.
- You can feel?
- Why yes.
They paid an Italian company $200,000
to install 45 miles of nerve endings in me.
I have high functioning tactile capabilities.
- Oh, that's quite an investment.
- I can do this.
(chuckling)
- Oh, you are talented.
- We can share secrets now.
- Where do you get this stuff from?
- I've studied ancient text.
(beeping) - Adrianna, are you
on your way? - Oh.
I think you're dreamy.
(radio buzzing) - Danvers?
Danvers?
Michael!
(wind whistling) (gasping)
- Paulina. - Michael?
- Yeah, it's me.
Come on out.
- But how can you . .?
- It's fine out here, you'll see.
- You don't look well.
- Oh, yeah.
The air out here is very unhealthy.
I think I need to get inside.
Go to the airlock and let me in.
(dramatic music)
That's good.
Go to the airlock.
Paulina, are you there?
- I'm here.
- [Michael] Come out.
- I'm coming out.
(dramatic music)
(dinging) (screaming)
(light cello music)
(frog croaking)
- Hey, flyboy.
You got any sludge you need to unload?
- This isn't what it looks like.
- I have no idea what this looks like.
- Please, join us.
(frog croaking)
It's very relaxing.
I had it delivered from the Sonora Deserts, on Earth.
They're endangered.
- Who's this guy?
- This is the last remaining native of Mara.
- So what do you say, boss?
How about that sludge?
- Oh it's been freeze dried.
I had no idea that this place was inhabited.
- Yes, long ago.
Most have died out since then, but a few remained,
and that created a legal nightmare for Lumis Corp.
The impact studies would have
taken decades and delayed operations.
But they needed the mud and the Marans
enjoyed sifting through their sewage.
It was a symbiotic relationship all around.
So, everyone just agreed to simply keep quiet.
- You guys didn't mind?
- Naw, man.
Windfall.
- Hm, imagine that.
- I'd introduce you formally, but I don't know his name.
I'm not sure he even has a name.
- Well hi, guy.
I'm McDermott from Earth.
- Hm, I'm outta here.
- I didn't mean to scare him off.
I was trying to be sociable.
You think he's gonna come back?
(spooky whispering)
What?
(shrieking)
(dramatic music)
(thunder rumbling)
(light music)
(wind whistling)
(beeping)
- Come on, come on.
Mayday, mayday.
This is a level three priority ping.
If you're receiving this transmission,
please slingshot it to the Lumis Corporation immediately!
The coordinates are embedded in the base code
of the transmission.
Do it now!
People are disappearing here.
(gasping)
There, there's something in the mud!
We need immediate planetary evacuation.
This is journeyman sludge analyst Carlton Cooke.
Signing off. (panting)
- Clarissa?
It's me, let me in.
- You can't be alive out there.
- I'm fine, let me in.
The air is great out here.
Come out and see.
Let me in, you cow!
Open the hatch!
- Go away.
(buzzing)
- Come on, come on.
Mayday, mayday!
This is a level three priority ping.
If you're receiving this transmission,
please slingshot it to the Lumis Corp...
(clicking)
- Oh, come on, no, no, no.
Dammit.
- Doctor, I have work...
(melancholy music)
(wind whistling)
(upbeat music)
(jetpack whirring)
(light music)
- Give it back.
(humming)
Give it back, Paulina.
- Just let me in.
- No.
- Why?
- Give it.
- I want in.
- You can't.
- Just say the words, you bitch.
- You're not coming in.
- We will suck the life out of you.
Your soul will melt... (dramatic music)
(hissing) (cackling)
(gun zapping)
(howling)
The mother will punish you.
You will scream for days.
You will beg for mercy.
(jetpack whirring)
You will be so sorry.
So, so sorry.
The mother will peel your skin off and eat it
in front of you and I will watch and laugh.
(cackling)
(panting)
You're a pig. (laughing)
You're a big, fat, ugly pig.
Oink, oink.
Here piggy, piggy, piggy.
(jetpack whirring)
(light dramatic music)
(zapping)
(jetpack whirring)
(light dramatic music)
(dramatic music) (gun zapping)
(growling) (groaning)
- No!
No!
(gun zapping)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(hissing)
No!
(alarm blaring) No!
(electric zapping)
(panting)
No, no, no!
(beeping)
(dramatic music)
- When we approach Earth,
I want you to set us down at these coordinates.
This is Ayr, Queensland.
The toad capital of the galaxy.
(chuckling)
(beeping)
I need you to replace the fission cable in the cargo hold,
and then replace the Gunson core so we can launch.
That stupid girl shorted the life support system.
And get that carcass outta here, it smells.
Go on.
Go do your job.
- Why did you convert the doctor?
- He was called.
- Why did he have to be called?
- We're all called in our own time.
One day I'll be called.
Now go on.
Do you mind?
Go make yourself useful.
Go, scoot!
Maybe on Earth you'll find another sailor
to share your pink secrets with.
(clanking)
What are you?
What do you think you're doing, you bit...
(cracking)
(shattering) (dramatic music)
(flesh searing)
(bat squeaking)
(light dramatic music)
(thunder booming)
(beeping)
(flesh squishing) (groaning)
(beeping)
(flesh squishing)
(beeping)
(clanking)
(flesh squishing) (groaning)
(light dramatic music)
(beeping)
(thunder booming)
(rain pattering)
(wind howling)
(gasping)
- [Woman] I remember tonight how our love had grown.
It would be different had I only known.
£ Sky of blue
£ Clouds so white
£ Stars that shimmer oh so bright £
£ Happily dreaming till she stole you away £
£ Feel my feet start to slip
£ Step inside (beeping)
£ A sinking ship
£ My life was perfect
- Let me in!
Let me in you bitch!
You did this to me!
You did this!
Open the hatch!
Let me in!
£ Why did she have to take you
- Clarissa, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean what I said.
It's been a long evening.
I'm excited for this journey with you.
I'm excited we're gonna be riding together.
£ How can tomorrow ever be
£ Something I would want to see £
£ I had a chance till she stole you away £
£ Ooh
(beeping) - This is the
container vessel Argosy.
Does anyone copy?
This is the container vessel Argosy.
Does anyone copy?
- This is Curion 247 orbit control.
To whom am I speaking?
- This is Clarissa Travers.
I'm pilot of the cargo vessel Argosy
registered with the Lumis Corp.
- Roger that.
What can I do for you?
- We've experienced a serious incident
at the Lumis Corp mud harvesting facility on Mara 979.
Request permission to touchdown
at the first available location.
- Can do.
Maintain course to Curion and a tug waiting to pull you in.
Be advised, there have been reports
of wormholes along that route.
You don't wanna end up in 1953.
Bad year.
Were there any casualties?
- Three from our ship.
- Can you ID them for us?
- Our skipper, Captain Richard McDermott,
our navigator Paulina Herrera,
and mechanic Michael A. Danvers.
- Copy that.
Does anyone need medical attention?
- Um, it's hard to say.
- Roger, what's the nature of his injuries?
- I don't really know.
- Who is it?
- That would be our medical officer, Dr. Randall S.
Condu.
- Clarissa.
- Roger that. - Clarissa.
- Hang tight and do remember to...
- Let me in! - Look out for that wormhole.
- It's a long ride home.
We'll sit together, we'll chat.
(upbeat music)
(dramatic music)
(light music)
(psychedelic music)