We need to get the engines back up to near light speed or we won'’t reach Prox B.
Plus, there'’s a murderer onboard, and we still have no idea what hit us.
Do you even know who she is? She didn'’t train with the rest of us.
So happy to meet you, gentlemen.
Susan, do you know anything about this?
All I know is she was assigned here last-minute by someone high up.
What are you doing here?
I was just checking the entrance logs
to see who came in here last, but they'’ve been wiped.
I wonder who could'’ve done that.
Eva Markovic, Lieutenant Lane,
Lieutenant Brice, and me.
I want you to only think of the good times with Harris.
Think you can do that?
I'’m officially naming you head of shipwide mental health.
You don'’t think this is the murder weapon.
There'’s some kind of crystal thing wedged in there.
They look like diamonds. Lane, the glove'’s fingers are nearly off!
When you said you'’d shut down the coolant system,
did you mean the engine coolant system?
I bought us one, maybe two days of drinking water.
So you chose more days of life.
- - Attention all hands.
This is Lieutenant Garnet.
As you may be aware, for the last hour,
our engines have been offline.
Due to...
technical difficulties in reclamation,
we'’ve lost a large percentage of our water supply.
To that end, we'’ve shut down our engines
and redirected its coolant water to life support.
I won'’t lie to you, we'’re in a tight spot.
We have only four days of water left.
In an effort to stretch supplies,
effective immediately,
we'’re cutting water rations in half.
I hate to ask you to make yet another sacrifice,
but we have no other choice.
I will keep you updated of all further developments.
I have no doubt in the ingenuity and resilience
of this amazing crew to see us through the current crisis. Garnet out.
Bad move.
You think people were rioting and going crazy before.
You just triggered a tsunami.
- We should'’ve kept that to ourselves. - Everybody has a right to know.
I'’m pretty sure that's not how the chain of command works.
We'’re a colony ship, not military.
We became a military vessel when we came out of cryo early,
lost half of our crew, and were forced to make the hard decisions
most of these people aren'’t trained for.
You can'’t treat scientists and technicians
like they'’re soldiers.
We'’re in a war for survival.
Everyone onboard has been drafted.
So, if I'’m Chief of Life Support,
that makes me an officer, right?
Our job is to protect everyone on this crew,
both physically and psychologically.
We can'’t just make announcements that are gonna panic everyone.
I have faith in people'’s resolve.
That faith is gonna bite us in the ass if you don'’t--
So the plan is for you two just to argue until we die of thirst?
Fine, where are we with the engines?
The NEPS cannot run without water as coolant.
The Nuclear Electric Propulsion system'’s
a genius design by William Trust.
He just never accounted for, you know, any of this.
Can we deploy the solar sails?
Wouldn'’t work. We need to be closer to a star.
So we divert power back to the NEPS.
- No. - No?
I'’m pretty sure you meant, "Let'’s talk through our options."
- It'’s a waste of resources. - We need to go search for water.
Where? Brice, were you able to find any planetary systems
our hobbled engines could get us to in time?
Not charting any, no.
Mm.
- Oh, shit. - What?
Do you remember 30 seconds ago when water was our biggest problem?
- What now? - The long-range sensors just alerted.
Our drift has taken us right into a collision course
- with an asteroid. - Get those engines going now.
That'’s what I'’ve been saying.
Start-up takes 12 hours. 10 if I cut corners.
I need to refill the chambers--
Look, you'’re wasting time explaining.
We'’re gonna need those engines fast.
How fast?
Impact'’s in six hours.
Great. We just went from having four days to live...
to six hours.
Shit.
I'’ve run it half a dozen times, and at its current speed,
the impact will be like hurling a boulder at an ant.
Got a minute, Lieutenant Lane?
We still haven'’t finished our conversation.
Seriously?
The murder investigation.
Yeah, look, don'’t touch me.
How did you know the murder weapon was found in the water system?
Everybody knows. Plant boy can'’t keep his mouth shut.
And where were you at 1600 shift time the day of the murder?
Really, you'’re doing this now? We'’re in crisis mode.
We'’re limping through space on a broken ship.
We'’ll always be in crisis mode.
The fact is, there'’s been a murder.
That asteroid is about to murder everyone,
so help or get out.
Felix, Lane is right. This is all hands on deck.
I know you want to do something, but this isn'’t it.
- What was that? - What?
I don'’t need you to fight my battles.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Nathan, add extra surge protection.
Novak, check the radiation seals.
How can I help? Anything you need.
I know the NEPS aren'’t my specialty, but I'’m a quick study.
If it helps, I found a way to get two extra gallons of water from life support.
I know it'’s not much, you could pump it into the--
Alicia, I appreciate that you want to help,
but unless you know how to jumpstart the NEPS,
I need you to get out of the way.
- The insulation is in. - Seals are solid.
There'’s one thing you can do. Pray.
Um, I haven'’t really sorted out my feelings on spirituality.
I know that science doesn'’t preclude the existence of God,
and the idea itself can be emotionally comforting.
But at the same time, there is little evidence to, um...
They stole all my stimulants, painkillers, and dissociatives.
Someone probably wants to numb themselves to their impending death.
They'’re gonna do more than that. Those meds are strong.
If whoever stole them takes too much,
they'’ll O.D. and die long before anything else kills them.
The jumpstart didn'’t work.
What'’s our next move to get the NEPS up?
There isn'’t one. We'’re putting out fires down here, literally!
How bad? It'’s another problem that'’s about to kill us?
No, I'’ll have it under control before we die.
The engines were our best shot of getting clear of the asteroid.
- Our only shot. - Come on, guys, think.
Neither of you have another idea? Anything?
Well, you wanted to be in charge.
James? James.
- Lieutenant Brice. - Oh, hey, doc.
Listen, I'’m just on my way to a briefing. So unless this is urgent--
Yeah, I pinged you three times.
Yeah, no, no, no. I saw, I saw.
But the hand'’s doing fine. You know, it stings a bit.
But from what I hear, we'’re a little short on painkillers anyway, so--
We are, but that'’s not what this--
Honestly, don'’t worry about me. I can handle it.
Yeah, I need to see you in med bay.
I just told you I can handle the pain.
This isn'’t about your injury. I need to run a physical on you.
Why?
Your medical file got corrupted somehow.
I'’d like to give you an exam and make sure your chart is up to date.
Come on, doc. Look at me. I'’m fit as an ox.
I need specific numbers, lipid panels, pulse ox, stuff like that.
So I still need to take measurements,
draw some blood, fill out your chart.
Why don'’t we just do it right now?
I'’m not sure if you've heard, but we might all be dying in the next couple of hours.
Right. Then if we live,
I need you to report to med bay first thing.
One crisis at a time, hey, doc?
Hey. Looking all over for you.
I was kinda wondering if you have
the inside scoop from the bridge?
Lower decks are convinced that we'’re gonna die.
That'’s the asteroid, and, yeah, it'’s gonna kill us.
Hey, look, I know I don'’t know you that well,
but it doesn'’t seem like you to be so-- so defeated.
After everything we'’ve been through,
the thing that'’s going to end us is a giant rock
randomly hurtling through space.
Now I'’ll never see Prox B.
I'’ll never have kids. Never fall in love.
Not that I might even want to have kids on a strange planet anyway.
- Not that anyone would ever fall in love with me-- - Hey, hey, hey.
What? Hi.
For what it'’s worth, if we'’d have lived,
I could have seen myself falling in love with you.
- You'’re making fun of me. - No, wait. Are you kidding?
- You'’re amazing. - Please don'’t.
No, no, I'’m serious. You'’re so cool and so smart.
I mean, you saved our lives.
When we were running out of oxygen, you went from waste management
to Chief of Life Support in less than a day.
You'’re the genius girl who sees a problem and solves it,
so what I don'’t understand is why are you giving up now?
Why aren'’t you solving this problem, too?
I really don'’t know.
Maybe it'’s an unsolvable problem, but...
I should still try to solve it.
- Okay, how can I help? - What do you know about astrophysics?
Absolutely nothing.
Uh, you wanted to see me, Lieutenant Garnet?
Yeah, join us. We could use all the help we can get right now.
Sure.
My-- my pleasure.
Everything in space is in motion,
so even with the engines dead, we'’re still drifting.
Wow, what are the odds that our drift would put us in the course of an asteroid?
Well, it'’s better than you'’d think, actually.
It'’s 1 in 700,326.
It came up on the computer.
Calculations have the point of impact as our foresection.
Poetic justice. If we don'’t figure this out,
bridge crew is first to die.
A whole tenth of a second before the rest of the ship.
If I could'’ve just gotten the NEPS up
for a few seconds, one second--
What do you mean?
All we needed was one moment of thrust
to change our drift path
and move us out of the asteroid'’s way.
Too bad we can'’t get out and push.
What did you just say?
Get out and-- you know, like a car?
It was a stupid joke. Sorry.
Brice, you think you can do it?
Come on, I'’d be insulted if you asked anyone else.
- Eva? - No problem.
I'’ll run the numbers for the best point of contact.
- Objections? - Only that I wish
we'’d have thought of this two hours ago.
- Then let'’s do it. - I feel like the conversation went left and I went right.
You'’re a genius, Angus.
Thank you. What did I say?
Seriously, I don'’t know what I said.
I'’ve wanted to take this baby out since Earth.
Wish the circumstances were a bit better, but...
Oh!
Lieutenant Brice is gonna use the shuttle
to literally get out and push us onto a different course.
- I am a genius. - You need a copilot?
Oh, come on. It'’s a milk run.
Right, let'’s get this thing done.
Firing up the pre-burn now.
What did you do?
Tried to start the preburn.
What the hell?
The console says I'’m missing parts?
- Oh, no. - Okay, what did you do?
Oh, well, there was so much happening
and I didn'’t think we'’d need to use the shuttle for a long time,
and, oh, it was just one little hose.
- You stole a hose? - A fuel hose, for irrigation.
And you didn'’t think to tell any of us until now?
You guys, it'’s also saying that we'’re missing a--
- Power coupler. - Yeah.
Stein salvaged one for the NEPS.
He told me I didn'’t want to know where he found it.
Look, these parts aren'’t plug-and-play.
It'’s gonna take a while to calibrate.
- Can you do it in time? - I honestly don'’t know.
Draft whoever you need to help.
Have some of the techs grab the parts and help Brice,
then get back here ASAP. You, too, Angus.
- What are we going to do here? - Figure out plan C.
A burst of thrust here
would get us out of the asteroid'’s path.
It'’s a simple maneuver. Brice can do it.
If he can fix the shuttle in time.
Until then, we have to come up with an alternative plan.
That'’s the men's showers on the other side of the hull, right?
- Yeah. - What if we sealed off the room
and blew a hole in the outer hull?
The escaping air pressure could give us thrust.
Or it could break us in half.
The detonation could destroy hull integrity.
You asked for alternative plans.
We don'’t even carry explosives.
Actually, between human waste and human remains,
I'’ve collected a lot of fertilizer.
Fertilizer can be turned into an explosive.
It could work. Over-pressurize the room, keep the detonation small.
And the expulsion of pressurized oxygen would give us a moment of thrust.
It'’s dangerous, but we don't have a lot of choices.
You'’re right.
We'’re out of time and options.
Let'’s blow another hole in our ship.
Which one do you need?
What did you do?
Bring every hose in the bioshelter?
- Yeah. - All right.
Uh, no, no, no, no. Where are you? That'’s it.
All right, you are on.
You little beauty!
All right, power you up.
Oh, for God'’s sake. All right, you.
You'’re done. Let's go. Move, move.
Give me that. Thank you very much. You'’re on a break.
Thank you. Have a good day.
Do you have any idea how hard that was to find?
Actually, yeah. You might have killed us.
Great.
Still no power.
Are you sure you'’re doing it right?
Are you asking me if I know how to push a button?
Right, just move. Move, move, move, move.
I'’ll do it myself.
All right, this is it. Here we go.
Here we go, right? Lucky charm. Let'’s go now!
Oh, that is just shite. That is shite.
I mean, we'’ve fixed everything twice. There'’s nothing left to fix.
That has to be it now. That actually has to be it now.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You this time. You.
Lucky charm, lucky charm.
We'’re done. We're done!
Oh. Oh, very funny.
Very funny! Well done.
Good joke. Everybody'’s laughing.
A directed explosion is tricky.
I need to measure, factor in blast trajectory, and--
Oh, looks like we just found Kabir'’s missing drugs.
This ends right the hell now!
Who the hell are you to give us orders?
Honestly, I'’ve been asking the same thing for days.
I didn'’t sign up for any of this,
but you keep ordering me around.
We'’re not astronauts or officers or whatever.
- We are just passengers. - Let me be clear.
You are crew on this ship until we reach our destination,
and you will do as you'’re told.
Right now, your orders are to clean up your mess
and get the hell out of here, double-time.
Every damn one of you, you'’ve got three seconds
to move your asses before I send you out of the goddamn airlock!
Three, two...
- Comments? - Oh, I approve of everything that just happened.
- Are you sure about this? - Of course not.
We'’re about to blow a hole in our ship with an IED.
It'’s ready!
- Oh, that reeks. - Of course it does.
It'’s made of human waste and remains.
- Well, get it out of here. - It'’s our bomb.
- Uh, looks a little small. - It'’s a matter of ratio.
Compost to ammonia gasses from our fallen comrades and--
Yeah, I don'’t need to know the science,
I just need to know if it'’ll go boom.
Oh, it'’ll-- it'll go boom.
I just-- I don'’t know if it will be too big a boom.
At this point, I don'’t care. I'’d rather die than keep smelling this. Here.
- Okay. - The seal is good.
Okay, I just want to stress
I ran all the measurements three times,
but I'’ve never done this before.
Yeah, no one'’s ever done any of this before, but you'’re smart.
- It'’ll work. - You gonna make an announcement?
It'’s like you said, better to not freak everyone out.
- Here. - It was your idea. You do it.
You ready?
How much fertilizer did you use?
Well, in my defense,
the fact that we'’re still breathing'’s a good sign.
Running a ship-wide diagnostic.
Hull integrity solid.
But did we move enough?
Because that was our last shot and the asteroid'’s almost here.
- 586. - 585.7268.
- I was afraid to round. - You'’re just saying numbers out of context.
- Come on-- - We ran the calculations separately to be sure.
It'’s not exactly my field of expertise, but I do love math.
- Just tell us, are we out of harm'’s way? - Yes, it worked. Barely.
- The asteroid will miss us by 586 meters. - Yes!
- Closer than I'’d like, but-- - It doesn'’t matter.
It was a good idea well-executed.
Guys! Guys, guys, guys.
Fixed the shuttle, so I can move the ark now.
What?
I'’m missing something.
We'’re getting more accurate sensor data
the closer the asteroid gets, and...
Attention, all hands, this is Lieutenant Garnet.
We are clear of the asteroid.
I repeat, we are out of the path of the asteroid.
Thank God!
Oh, I'’m sorry. I'’m sorry. I just, um--
That-- that'’s okay.
Can I admit something to you?
I was ready to shit my pants that whole time,
but, um, focusing on what you were doing
was probably the only thing keeping me from passing out.
I'’m glad I could help. Come on, let'’s go watch it pass.
- Oh, my God. - What?
- I'’m such an idiot. - Why?
Look. What do you see?
What, the asteroid?
The asteroid, which has a tail.
Like a dog has a tail?
Like an expulsion of gas and dust created by--
Never mind. I have to go and tell everyone.
You said that we were gonna be hit by an asteroid.
Yeah, and now we'’re not.
But it'’s not an asteroid.
Yeah, well, asteroid, giant space rock,
rogue moon, it'’s not gonna hit us.
It'’s none of those things because it has a tail.
- Comets have tails. - Yes.
Uh, okay, so it'’s a comet? Why does that matter now?
Because comets are made of ice.
And ice means water. Don'’t you see?
If we can mine it, our water problems are solved.
That'’s great.
How the hell do we mine a moving comet?
We'’ve got the drilling equipment to get to Prox B.
We just can'’t get it to the comet, not with the NEPs down.
Once the comet passes, the opportunity is gone.
I have an idea. We have miles of ship-to-ship refueling hose.
We can use the hose to tether the ark to the comet as it passes.
Once connected, we can drill for all the water we need.
But compared to the speed of the comet,
it'’s almost like we'’re standing still.
Couldn'’t tethering rip us apart?
The hose is high tensile
to account for ship-to-ship drift.
But you'’re right, it wasn'’t designed for this amount of stress.
If we got the ark moving to match the comet'’s relative speed...
That would take the strain off the tether, but...
- No engines. - Exactly.
So we'’re back to the same problem we started with.
Not true.
We may not have the NEPS, but, uh,
we do have an engine.
I was looking over your shuttle repairs.
Not bad for a few hours'’ work, eh?
I wouldn'’t know, you didn'’t file a work log.
Yeah, well, we were on a bit of a time crunch,
but I promise you I will fill out all the relevant paperwork
if we, you know, live.
- Did you recalibrate the power coupler? - Yes.
And the fuel hose, did you use a sealant?
Silicon-based so it wouldn'’t corrode? Yes.
Novak said you replaced the engine manifold.
Oh, Eva, so help me, if you'’re about to ask
if I installed a new heatsink--
- Well, did you? - Of course.
Come on, Eva, it'’s fixed. Do you not trust me?
You'’re a navigator, not an engineer.
Yeah, but I used your techs to help me.
Hang on. Are you a little bit worried about me?
I'’m worried about all of us.
If this doesn'’t work, we'’re all dead.
Well, then, you'’d better let me get out there and save all our lives.
I'’m surprised they don'’t need you on the bridge for this.
Don'’t they need you for, like, life support things?
Too many cooks in the kitchen, so I thought I'’d come and watch.
I was hoping you'’d still be here.
Ah. This is yours.
Hey, Alicia!
Word is we have you to thank for identifying
the comet as a comet.
I wouldn'’t have seen it if Baylor hadn'’t encouraged me.
- Oh, then thank you, too. - No, don'’t thank me.
I'’m pretty sure this tethering thing will kill us.
Why? The plan'’s genius.
Won'’t attaching to the comet
be like sticking his hand out to grab a speeding train?
Not at all.
- The asteroid is-- - Oh. Comet.
Yeah, it'’s-- it'’s moving so fast, and we'’re dead in the water.
Lieutenant Brice is using the shuttle like a booster rocket
to accelerate the ark up to the comet'’s velocity.
Okay, but how can something so small get us moving so fast?
We'’re in space. There'’s no gravity, no friction or resistance.
Size doesn'’t matter. Just force.
- Okay, so how much force can the shuttle generate? - A lot.
It was designed to ferry people between Ark One and Proxima B,
so its engines are strong enough to break free of a planet'’s gravity.
Uh, okay, even if it gets us moving the same speed
- as the comet, won'’t it-- - When two objects are moving
at the same speed in the same direction,
it'’s like they're standing still relative to each other
as far as the laws of physics are concerned.
To use your example, it'’ll be like sticking our hand out
from a second train going the same speed
and the same direction, relatively.
Okay. Yeah.
Hey, you'’re really good at explaining this stuff.
What I want to know is why is Lieutenant Brice flying the shuttle?
I thought he was a navigator.
- You don'’t know about Brice? - What about him?
Come on, he'’s like a legend in the GSA. No?
Okay, he started off in Cent-Com, right,
when he was a plebe just like me.
And he became a GSA pilot faster than anyone ever has.
They say he became the best in the force in less than a year,
which is some kind of record.
Oh.
So why'’d he become a navigator then?
Well, they transferred him for some reason.
- I'’m not sure why. - I hope it wasn'’t because he can'’t pilot any more.
Still wish you'’d have let one of us go with you, Brice.
There'’s no reason to risk more lives than we have to.
And, besides, pal, you would just be in my way.
Comet passes in 12 seconds.
Engines are green across the board.
Just waiting on your word.
All right.
Seven, six, five, four,
three, two...
- Go for burn. - Let'’s go for a ride.
We'’re only half the relative speed of the comet.
You have to increase acceleration, Brice,
otherwise the comet will just shoot straight past us.
Yeah, I'’m working on it.
All right, that'’s as much as I can push it without blowing the engines.
Copy, we'’re at 87% of the comet'’s relative speed.
That should be enough to stop us from ripping apart as we tether.
Should, right? Listen, if I die,
don'’t be putting me in that NOR, yeah?
I don'’t want none of you eating me.
The comet'’s about to pass. It'’s now or never.
Well, here comes the fun part.
Detaching in three, two...
Hurry it up, Brice. We'’re about to lose the comet.
Brice, your stability readouts just spiked. Is everything all right?
Yeah! Yeah, fine!
Just got a little kiss from the comet'’s atmosphere.
Just a bit of space turbulence, that'’s all.
I'’m attached!
You cut that close.
The comet will outpace us in three, two...
- Brace! - ...one.
Tether'’s secure!
Not for long, Brice.
When you detached from the ark,
we changed our direction by half a degree.
Shit. I must'’ve detached too quickly,
given you an accidental push.
It'’s created too much stress on the tether.
I guess I should hurry, huh? Deploying drill.
My readouts are telling me I'’m gonna be showering soon.
How'’s it look on your end?
Confirmed. Water is siphoning.
Brice, we'’ve drifted too far off course.
It'’s too much strain on the tether.
It'’s going to tear you apart.
Brice, the tether is breaking at its weakest link-- you.
I kinda figured as much when I started to depressurize.
- What'’s the water situation? - We'’re 92% capacity.
- That'’s good enough, detach. - No, no, no, no.
Good enough is not good enough.
- 95! - Detach!
- Get out of there! - Guys, my EMU oxygen is five by five!
It won'’t matter if the shuttle rips apart from around you, Brice. Get out!
This is not up for debate! We do not need 100%!
Get out of there, Brice!
Not until the job is done!
- 97! - Come on.
She'’s gonna hold! Don'’t you make a liar out of me.
98!
99!
- 100! - Come on!
Water tanks are full!
- Whoo! - Now, listen, I expect a nice cold glass
of comet water when I dock.
Great job, guys.
Well done, everyone.
I'’m gonna get you for this, Brice.
Yes, all right, all right.
- Well done. - Look, look, we kind of broke the shuttle.
I'’ll add it to the repair schedule.
Yeah, we didn'’t need 100%.
What, do you got some kind of death wish?
I'’ve been accused of that, yes.
Hmm. Don'’t do it again.
- Right, where is my water? - Here.
Right now, that looks better than champagne.
Mmm.
Now you'’ve got me thinking how long it'’s been since I'’ve had a real drink.
You know, maybe we can turn one of the storage closets into a bar.
One problem. No booze.
Something tells me Angus can brew something up.
Oh, um, where'’d Eva go?
Ah, she'’s a workaholic. I deserve this.
What do you say we inform the crew, Lane?
Are you asking my opinion?
I'’m asking you to do the honors.
Attention, Ark One.
This is Lieutenant Spencer Lane.
We didn'’t just avert a crisis today,
we came together as a team.
For some reason, the universe has decided
to make us all its punching bag.
But if we continue to stay united,
we will survive this,
and we will make it to our new home.
As of this moment, all water restrictions have been lifted.
- Hi, ladies. - Hey, this is the women'’s shower.
Well, you see, now it'’s the co-ed shower
because they, uh-- they blew up the men'’s shower.
So...
What fresh hell is this?
Oh, sweetheart.
Come with me. Come on.
Girls! Girls, would you mind passing me a soap?
This was all we got back from the doomsday party?
I'’ll sweep crew quarters, see if anyone pocketed anything.
I hope find some, otherwise we'’re about to have a med shortage.
- We need to install something more secure. - Have at it.
Still haven'’t slept?
I'’ll deal with this tomorrow so you can have some rest now.
Rest? Oh, there is no rest.
I have 52 post-hibernation physicals to review.
Okay, I have a little field training as a medic.
I cannot diagnose cancer, but I can run a PICC line
or set a bone if you ever need help.
You, sir, do not know what you just volunteered for.
Thank you.
Oh, God.
To be clear, I can'’t read minds.
So whenever you want to talk...
I got trapped out in a UV storm a few years back.
Everyone moved inland to get away from the rising sea levels,
but the sun still got us.
I lost my sister in a UV storm.
I'’d appreciate it if you didn'’t tell anyone about this.
- Our little secret, okay? - No problem.
And that goes both ways. Everything you tell me is confidential.
I cried it all out. I'’m better now.
Just...
everyone was celebrating and I felt...
It felt wrong to be happy, didn'’t it?
- You'’re here, Harold isn't. - Harris.
It'’s what we call survivor'’s guilt.
You feel like you don'’t deserve joy,
especially not after the way Harris died.
I was surprised to learn about you two.
We kept it a secret.
I never understood why that rule even existed,
that couples couldn'’t be in the same ark.
Something to do with genetic diversity.
- What? - You know.
They didn'’t want people that were related at the new colony
so they could maximize the number of people that could make babies.
But Harris and I weren'’t related. We were just in love.
Why couldn'’t we be on the same ship?
I don'’t know.
Maybe they wanted us working extra hard
with the promise that loved ones would follow.
Or maybe they felt that relationships would complicate things.
- That'’s stupid. - You wanna know something funny?
I thought you were in a relationship with Jasper, not Harris.
- Why would you think that? - I saw you spit on his body.
I thought maybe you were mad at him for dying.
Not a logical response,
but a common one between lovers.
That asshole is to blame for Harris'’ death.
If he hadn'’t replaced the real Jasper,
- Harris would still be alive. - I'’m sorry. I didn't think.
Of course you'’d hate him.
Hate is not a word big enough.
He deserved to have his throat slit.
Even without a brig, we can'’t let the theft of meds go unpunished.
- I agree. - We have to let them know
this type of behavior will not be tolerated.
I'’m assigning the thieves shifts in the mess hall.
Whoa. If they can steal meds, they'’ll probably steal food, too.
- How about latrine duty? - Even better.
You were right, by the way. People did freak out.
You'’d be well within your right to say "I told you so."
What, after the way you threw that guy against the wall?
I honestly thought you were gonna send him out the airlock.
You wouldn'’t have really spaced him, right?
In future, I will take your advice into consideration
before disseminating information.
- Lieutenant. - Lieutenant.
Holy shit. I'’m at Frank's Taproom.
You know, the hangout for all the GSA officers.
This biker guy wouldn'’t take no for an answer from this woman and, um...
Check it out.