GRIEVES: Arcadia. I've worked out the coordinates.
TULA: Where's the rest?
You'll receive it in stages
otherwise you've no reason not to kill Ash.
TULA: They've just popped to NAR-59.
Pick up a couple of fuel rods.
GRIEVES: You sent her back to the Commonworld.
You trust her.
- Do you want this today, ma'am? - Absolute proof
that this image has been faked.
Who gave you your orders to frame my daughter?
Hello, Rebecca.
I will kill you, all of you
before I let you take my daughter.
YANN: Our daughter.
And when I get my arms around her
you will never see her again.
TULA: Morning...
snitch.
Door wide open.
Guess we must trust you now.
What the hell else do I have to do to convince you?
One job and you think you're one of us?
I don't buy it.
Witch says I can't kill you
but not my fault if you have a little accident.
GENEVIEVE: Mumma?
Mumma.
Found one.
Watch your back, snitch.
COMMANDER: ...including former Commonworld
police officer Ash Harper
were responsible for the theft of New Aurum from NAR-59.
Harper and the escaped convicts
along with an unknown male accomplice
are believed to still be at large on the GCC Hemlock.
Two days, constant loop.
Every arsehole with a radio's looking for us.
Is this it? Can this ship get us out of here?
ECHO: Uh, should do, yeah.
I don't like the look of it, but we need to move fast.
And they got no defence shields, no weapons systems.
They're wide open.
So we actually doing this, then?
We're leaving this cage.
Abandon ship!
GRIEVES: It's not right.
Hijacking, endangering innocent people.
We don't have a choice. We can't stay here.
She's right. The Hemlock's too hot.
TULA: Let's ditch this crate.
We're taking that fucking ship.
COMPUTER: Initialising power standby.
Oi, witch.
Suit yourself.
JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY
The hell is this place?
Why no defence? No security?
TULA: Don't care.
New set of wings is what it is.
Don't be shy now, Harper.
Do you hear that?
What the hell is it?
It's Thelonious Monk.
MUSIC: "Nutty" by Thelonious Monk
What the shitting hell?
- Put down your weapon. - It's a ladle.
HE GROANS
Please don't hurt me!
Please don't hurt me.
HE GROANS
Who are you and what do you want?
You know who we are, mate. It's all over the airwaves.
We're the Commonworld's most wanted.
I don't have a working radio.
This is a research vessel.
ANIMAL GROWLS - Look, please...
Please don't take my specimens.
Don't want your creatures, you shitting hippy.
I want your ship.
Arch-Marshall. No signs of the Hemlock yet, ma'am
but we've mobilised two more scout squads
accelerated search and retrieve protocols.
- What's that? - DR LEE: We've issued
a galactic-wide communication regarding the robbery at NAR-59.
COMMANDER: Harper and the escaped convicts...
Including information that your daughter was involved.
Well, why wasn't I consulted?
We believe this will help your daughter, ma'am.
Maintain her cover.
COMMANDER:...doubled the reward for their capture.
Now, I know you're concerned
but your daughter is serving the Commonworld
in the most important way.
Maybe it would help
if you consider your daughter as fulfilling her father's legacy.
Let this play out. Be patient.
But most of all...
be proud.
HE GROANS - ANIMALS CHITTER
TULA: Check the rest of the ship.
Make sure he's the only one on board.
How do you fly this thing?
Where are the controls?
CREATURES SQUEAK
MAN: You can't touch it.
She mustn't be disturbed.
I'm unable to fly this ship
until the fledglings have flown the nest.
TULA: The fuck are you talking about?
GRIEVES: Laurus Draco.
Gull lizard. I thought they were extinct.
They were.
- No! - No, don't touch!
GULL LIZARD SHRIEKS - SHE YELLS
GULL LIZARD SHRIEKS
- MAN: Don't! No! - NECK CRACKS
Savages!
TULA YELLS
TULA GROANS
Tula, he is just a scientist. There is no need to kill him.
Stay out of this, witch.
Wait. The Laurus Draco bite is poisonous.
Kill me... and you're dead.
Um...
Steroidal alkaloid bite can lead to severe neurotoxicity.
What's that? What's he talking about?
You have to stay calm, completely still.
It reduces the spread of the venom.
Maybe you could lay down in here.
The Laurus Draco bite needs to be kept sterile.
GENEVIEVE: Mumma...
I'm just gonna have a little rest.
Keep your eyes on the others, yeah?
Make sure no one gets any ideas.
TULA GRUNTS
Sorry, I'm really low on supplies.
Without the syringe driver and the adrenaline shot
it's simply not safe to administer the antidote.
Well, what will happen to my mumma if...
Her throat will close up and...
there'll be muscle spasms and respiratory arrest.
The Hemlock. Seriously.
I'll just pop back there. Got a shit-ton of first aid.
There's a printer, I can 3D print the rest.
See, that might work.
Not sure if I can remember the codes, though.
Then find them.
- Got it. - Sort out this shitshow.
This crate hasn't moved in months.
Then you can go back to the Hemlock.
I'll go with him.
Yeah, do it. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him.
Quick as you can, yeah, cos we need to get going.
And... be careful over there.
ANIMALS CHITTER
SHE CHUCKLES
COMMANDER: ...an unknown male accomplice
are believed to still be at large on the GCC Hemlock.
All vessels in the district to remain vigilant.
The Commonworld have doubled the reward for their capture.
Enough pills to kill a horse.
Right, Candy, stop taking fucking horse pills
and listen, OK? Something has happened.
That fucker is planning to turn us in.
He wants the reward money.
So I need you to get Genevieve...
- Hey! - Ow.
I need you to tell Genevieve, you hear me?
Tell Genny and I'll get Tula.
- Hear me? - Mm-hmm.
Tell Tula what exactly?
ECHO: OK, let's do this.
ASH: I just need to grab something first.
ECHO: Gotcha.
Genny! Wee!
ANIMALS GRUNT
Oh...
Ooh, you know, I had something to tell you
and I can't remember what it is.
Oh!
Oh, they're so sweet!
Oh, hello!
That bird that you killed...
she had babies.
Probably die without their mum now.
My mumma's sick.
Yeah, well, theirs is dead, so...
Monster.
MAN: All the DNA
all the endangered species of the Hestia Reef
my life's work.
Treasure trove.
It's not without its toll.
Intellectually?
Materially.
As you can see, I'm not a wealthy man.
Ah, the Ictus Weaver.
One small bite can put you in a coma for a week.
It finds the closest human.
So poisonous, so adorable.
The latest success in my de-extinction programme.
And the other animals you've cloned
you've released them back into their natural habitats?
With limited success.
Their environment is already compromised.
HE SIGHS Well, I'm not without hope.
Happy family.
Shame about the street.
It's not a very safe part of Old London.
Have you applied for a unit inside the City Walls?
Every time.
Well, maybe this will be your lucky year.
What do you need?
A location.
Can you extract it from the bio-comms
used to contact the ARC?
Is this about your daughter again, ma'am?
I need the location on that chip.
Can you do it?
When you've cracked it, I'll meet you in Parsons Green.
Didn't think you knew your way round Old London.
It's my job to know.
Wait.
Where's the chip?
You left ARC tech at my desk?
I was hoping you would say yes.
SHE SIGHS
Shit.
You OK?
Ooh, fuck me.
HE LAUGHS Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright.
Right, let's print this shit, hotfoot it back to the zoo.
What's the hurry?
In case you haven't noticed, Hemlock's still hot.
Verona disabled the ship.
There's no comms, no trace.
As long as we don't move, we're safe.
What about Tula?
Do you really care about Tula?
I don't give a fuck, mate. She's a maniac.
- So they can wait. - What you doing now?
Let's go. Front row seats.
Greatest show in the universe.
ECHO: I had this picture book when I was a kid.
"Hestia Reef, the Wonder of Aurea."
Obsessed with it, I was.
And now I'm here, watching it for real.
With you.
HE CLEARS THROAT Sorry.
Sorry. Sorry, I just...
Sorry.
- It's OK. - It's not OK.
I just...
I got the impression you weren't in a rush to get back.
I misread the situation. I'm sorry.
Let's forget about that, shall we?
HE CLEARS THROAT Don't want to spoil this.
Top class view, high class snacks.
No one's trying to kill us.
Exactly.
That's the trouble with cons, innit? You can't trust 'em.
You can't turn your back for one minute.
They're always trying to fuck you over.
Not you, of course.
You don't know me.
I know enough.
I see it. Whatever shit is flying around
you are always trying to do the right thing.
What if I don't even know what that is anymore?
What do you mean?
Just...
It's just, it's hard.
I don't want to be here.
I want to turn the clock back and go home.
There's only one way I can do that.
ECHO: I get it.
You see something sad, it makes you feel homesick.
See something nice, it makes you feel even worse.
Do you know that feeling you got?
That ache?
Lump in your throat.
I just push it down.
What, you can't go home?
Nah.
I'm sorry.
It's alright.
I mean...
Fuck, it's...
Sometimes it's more than alright. Sometimes beautiful.
Oh!
HE SCOFFS
GULL LIZARDS SQUEAK
I just thought that if it looked like a flower
then they might wanna eat it, but...
they don't want anything from me.
BOTH CHUCKLE
ALARM BLARES
It's the Commonworld. They're heading straight for us!
ALARM BLARES - Please. Please.
We need to hide in the incubator.
You see, because it masks your heat signature.
Look, I've been... I've been hiding from them for years
- staying under the radar. - No, no, no, no.
We don't hide.
We fight.
MAN: Look, I implore you.
This is your only chance
- of survival. - DREW: He's right.
- You should hide. - What about you?
I'll hide with ya.
Look, if they see me, then they'll know that you're here.
And then... Look, we have to do it.
Where's Verona?
She's perfectly safe.
ALARM CONTINUES
Do you wanna stay for a drink?
Wanna get back? What do you wanna do?
Uh, I'm OK, actually. I just need to grab something.
Alright, well... Pass me this code.
I've got to print that syringe thingy.
Asteroids, admin...
It's one to tell the kids, innit?
OK...
Bingo.
That's not a syringe. He gave us the wrong code.
Hang on. Ash...
ALARM BLARES
TULA: Nah, nah, nah.
Not doing this. Not waiting.
We're sitting fucking ducks.
Just gotta do something.
Something not fucking right about this.
SHE GRUNTS Fuck!
Let me out of here, witch!
Fuck!
Let me out of here, witch!
Shut up!
You heard what he said. Stay quiet.
Their sensors won't penetrate...
Fuck are you talking about?
- They're coming for us. - ALARM STOPS
MAN: Calm down, ladies. Nothing to fear.
Oh, and the Commonworld aren't coming.
Just my little ruse.
Blake?
Dr Hague Blake, yes.
It's sad you don't remember me, Dr Grieves.
Despite you being very complimentary
- about my dissertation. - I...
I don't know what you're talking about.
The, uh, PhD.
Graduated 2119.
Commenced on research work at the Commonworld Institute
the following spring.
Right, well, if you look to your left...
just behind the dodo there.
Of course, I've changed a lot over the years.
You know, bit... bit whiter in the beard
a bit broader in the view.
Whereas you, of course...
haven't aged a day.
GRIEVES ON TAPE: I am Dr Emma Grieves
and I'm standing in front of a tank
of a recently discovered element
extracted from an intergalactic meteorite
which we have named New Aurum.
It is our expectation
that New Aurum will not only offer us
a way out of our current ecological crisis
it will also render fossil fuels obsolete
within our lifetime.
New Aurum is considered to be exotic matter
because it has negative mass
when it is passed through magnetic fields
so it also promises us
the prospect of travelling ever deeper into space.
Maybe even one day across stars.
To new galaxies, new worlds.
Just think of what wonders we'll find out there.
- You alright? - Yeah.
And this is the Holy Grail of usable fusion energy.
Another five tesla, please.
It's a trap.
He knows what I am.
Let me out!
GRIEVES: He's coming for me!
GRIEVES ON TAPE: The amount of energy created increases.
And remember, this is all happening at room temperature.
MUFFLED YELL
GRIEVES GRUNTS AND PANTS
What's happened?
Wait.
No, no!
Turn off the field!
TULA: What the fuck?
What the fuck are you?
She is someone very special.
The subject of a thousand conspiracy theories.
She is the greatest scientist of our age.
SHE GRUNTS - HE YELLS
The woman of my dreams.
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
Show me your hands. Hands in the air!
Fuck are they doing here?
Hands in the air!
- Please. Wait, wait, wait. - You've got bio-comms.
We know you're in communication with ARC.
Now show me your hands.
OK, wait.
Please, there's been a mistake.
GUNFIRE
Suspect is down.
DR LEE: Secure the area. Make sure he was the only one.
What are you doing to her?
A simple harvest.
SHE GASPS - Starting...
from the top of your head
then working our way down.
- Open wide, Dr Grieves. - SHE GRUNTS
You know, they say that it's in times of conflict
that science makes its greatest progress.
Wouldn't you agree, Dr Grieves?
Please. Please don't do this to me.
The Commonworld has declared war on the environment
destroying the Hestia and its beautiful creatures.
Now, I believe it's the duty of all scientists
to give all that they can.
It's extraordinary.
An extraordinary result.
Over 100 years old
and yet, look. Healthy follicles.
There must be nearly 200,000 eggs.
Professor, we... We are on the same side.
Your enemy is my enemy.
- The Commonworld, they... - Shh, shh, shh.
You're more than I could ever hope for.
All those years, watching and waiting for you.
Scanning the airwaves.
Who'd have thought terrorists could be so tedious?
But it was all worth it.
Follicles are mature...
ready for harvest!
Leave her alone, you fucking sick fuck!
Oh, sit back down, love.
HE LAUGHS You're only gonna make it worse.
How's your arm, by the way?
Never was any fucking poison, was there?
Nothing wrong with me!
The power of persuasion, huh?
HE LAUGHS
SHE YELLS
Do you know, I think a bit of Mozart
would lighten the mood, don't you?
MUSIC: "Requiem" by Mozart
Now...
Now, as for the next bit...
I think you should just relax.
So...
your eggs...
my treasure trove.
No!
Stop! No!
GUNSHOT
SHE WINCES
TULA YELLS
So not only are my creatures going to survive...
they're gonna live forever...
SHE YELLS - Just like you.
SHE SCREAMS - TULA YELLS
TULA YELLS
Drew!
MUSIC: "Requiem" by Mozart
SHE SCREAMS
SHE YELLS - HE GRUNTS
COMPUTER: Doors locked.
SHE YELLS
HE GROWLS
COMPUTER: Doors locked.
GRIEVES PANTS
SHE SCREAMS
COMPUTER: Doors unlocked.
MUSIC STOPS
Please, no.
- You're saying no? - HE CRIES
Is that what you're saying?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Did she say yes?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
GUNSHOT - HE YELLS
Men like you...
are always sorry.
Until the next time.
GUNSHOT
Whoa...
Well, well...
It's been a while.
Want your usual?
SHE WINCES
Yeah, well, next time something seems too good to be true...
Forget it. Just lob him out the airlock
- then foot to the floor. - Nah. No way.
Gonna take me at least a couple of days
to get these engines up.
Yep, I vote Hemlock, cos seriously?
This place is a shithole.
It's not a vote and nah, we're not.
Hemlock's still hot. We're staying here.
I will not remain on this ship.
Alright.
Back to the Hemlock.
- Yeah. - HE CLEARS THROAT
GULL LIZARDS SQUEAK - Mumma?
- Can we? - No!
No animals on my ship!
GULL LIZARDS SQUEAK
Next time I offer you a gun, you take it.
Then you're a fool.
This universe...
it's full of men who think they can take what they want.
I don't want to live without hope.
Hope?
SHE SCOFFS
Hope will get you drugged by your father
and passed round his mates.
Hope will get you battered by your husband
again...
and again...
and again.
Until you buy a bigger gun
and you say...
enough.
You judge me, witch.
I make my choice...
and I choose not to be a victim.
SHE SPITS
Should have shot him in the first place.
YANN (VO): When I get my arms around her
you will never see her again.
SHE SIGHS
CANDY GIGGLES
ECHO: Nothing quite like your own gaff, is there?
Even with a few bits missing.
Not my fault.
Fucking hippy nearly took me eyebrows off.
ECHO GROANS
What's up with you two?
It was a difficult day.
I dunno... Had its highlights.
VERONA SIGHS
I want to thank you...
properly.
You saved me.
Same situation, I would've done the same for anyone.
But you are changing.
These women, criminals
are becoming your friends.
No, but not you.
You're a terrorist.
I'm a pacifist, and I've paid the price.
In the past... today.
I've only ever tried to help.
I don't want you anywhere near me.
You are changing.
I can see you're not ready.
What the hell happened in here?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Let's just say...
Ash hoisted my mainsail.
The fuck?
It's a euphemism.
What happened to your scalp, sweet?
Oh, what, this?
Uh, well... SHE CLEARS THROAT
while you were getting off your head, Candy
I was getting mine bashed in.
Thank you for your concern.
It's a bit fucking late.
Fuck.
COMPUTER: Signal connected.
This is Ash Harper... SHE WINCES